AnK - Black Moon Rising

Black Moon Rising

By: ElegantPaws with all due deference to Yoshihara Rieko

Edited by: Ainzfern

Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze

Rating: Mature

Parts: WIP – 25 of ?

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"All of life can be broken down into moments of transition or moments of revelation ...

There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is a darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against powers and principalities. It is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moment of transition, to be born in moment of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future or where it will take us.

We know only that it is always born in pain."

~~~
G’Kar – Babylon 5

Chapter 25 of ? – A Change of Perspective (Post OVA)


Their flutes clinked companionably amidst the din and flow of the milling throng of upper caste guests and a handful of Elites. Raoul despised the unctuous tones and unsolicited pleasantries. One more hour of this and he could call it a fitting night, taking the moody mongrel with him.

“An excellent showing would you not say, Sir Am, possibly the best in years?”

“Undoubtedly.”

Raoul’s brow furrowed as he looked to the top tier of the building towards the muted glow of the observation box. Katze and Admon had been deeply engaged in conversation at the bar. Perhaps they were up there, orchestrating the final transactions. Yes, that had to be it. Not something he had ever given thought to, but as mongrel, the broker’s place would not be amidst the dignitaries and privileged guests, though the maestro of the entire event.

The low born knew their place. No point upsetting order. A first Raoul realized this juxtaposition of thought. A year in the making and its chief orchestrator in absentia, unwelcomed simply because he was only fit for servicing their needs, it irked strangely. The champagne sipped suddenly tasted bilious at the thought.

“Sir Am?”

More of that unctuous tone, most jarring to his ear and right next to him too. Was it not enough that he had acknowledged the wretched little man? Must he invade the little personal space left to him by listing to the right? He would simply never forgive Iason for putting him in this manner of predicament.

Where was Katze?

Raoul looked down at the well upholstered little man beaming up at him with a fixed inquiring stare. One of Midas’ esteemed citizenry with a licentious predilection for dangerous toys. The Blondie suppressed a shudder, fully aware of what the citizen in question was bidding on and its destined use.

Perverse did not cover it. That sweaty press of palm in greeting, felt even through glove, was sufficient to put the Elite off any further physical contact with the reprehensible being.

“If you don’t mind me saying so, Sir Am, you look pre-occupied. Are you expecting someone? Your eyes have not left the main entrance since the bidding began.”

The Elite shrugged noncommittally more interested in Donovan’s distinctive frame that came into view across the room. Their eyes made contact his face remained expressionless as always while haunting the periphery of the crowded main floor, mouth moving every now and then.

Raoul’s own lips took on the shape of a pensive moue. Undoubtedly the minder was giving orders to the wait staff, whose jackets all had suspicious bulges under their left arms.

Leave nothing to chance.

Raoul chuckled to himself, caressing the stem of his glass. “If you will excuse me Mr...?” The Elite looked suitably aggrieved at having mislaid the citizen’s name. “Your name escapes me.”

“Paisley. Call me Mark, if that is easier, Sir Am. I run the ...” the little man beamed, though his eyes darkened markedly with veiled annoyance. His classification tag was right on his lapel as the first order of clientele. Only a specialized few on the list had right of refusal. He was someone and did not merit that blank supercilious stare.

The Elite’s lips curled as he waved dismissively at the protracted exposition of rank and profession. The man was a drone. No wonder he had to pay for it. He would bore all potential lovers to death on sight alone.

“Yeeeeeeeeees, right, well must refresh my drink. I believe your item will be shown next. Do find your proxy. He was hovering about here a minute ago, looking limp and unused. We cannot have that now, can we?”

Paisley’s face flushed indignantly, acknowledging the Elite’s dismissive tone. He reached for his handkerchief to dab the beads of nervous anticipatory sweat from his upper lip.

“Do you find it warm in here, Sir Am?”

Raoul’s fixed disdainful gaze became malicious. “Actually no, quite temperate considering the body count.”

It was just too easy and he would not resist, someone had to pay for his current growing disquiet.

“A word of caution, Mr ... your name again? Oh never mind,” his elegant brows furrowing momentarily as he strove to find the right words, it was only right to warn the greasy little being whose pores ran so freely.

“The scent of sweat can be off putting for that particular species.” The Elite leaned forward, regretting the move instantly. Ripe sweat mingled with less than subtle aftershave wafted to his nostrils. “Do be careful whilst...engaged. Rather sharp claws.”

The man gulped audibly, his voice becoming pubertal. “But it was my understanding it has no teeth and is blind!”

“Yes.” Raoul murmured studying the precise movements of Katze’s minder. “It would have to be.”

“I beg your pardon, Sir Am?”

Raoul sipped, ignoring the moderated but definitely indignant tone. He returned his attentions to the man with a disdainful sniff. “Just an observation, since your pores appear to run freely and your sweat’s odour is decidedly pungent,” the Elite inclined his head, feigning sudden bonhomie with a wink.

“You need not thank me. It would have been entirely remiss in my professional capacity as Chief Medical Official of Amoi in not informing you of the possible perils of your intended purchase.”

“Well I never!”

“Really? Well, that explains a great deal in retrospect. One assumed you had taken great pains with your toilette, what with the liberal application of suspect unguents upon your esteemed personage.”

It really was too rich watching the rapidly retreating waddle of the disgruntled patron.

Such a shame there wasn’t an actual audience worthy of this little social encounter. It was simply too rich. Katze would have enjoyed this form of slow torture exacted upon a less than favoured, but well heeled patron. The game was wearing thin, however, time for more enforced circulation. His presence gave the Auction validity. Two more circuits and his job was done.

Raoul’s eyes narrowed maliciously. Iason had a lot to answer for. Relieving him of this disreputable patron’s credits, however fleeting the satisfaction, did alleviate the growing tension in his temples.

What was Katze doing up there, cloistered in the ambient darkness of the observation box with that sycophantic droid?

Donovan’s bald pate again, closer now, they needed to speak. In the last few minutes a marked presence was beginning to be felt and seen, however subtly, with the growing numbers of shielded wait staff, silently patrolling.

Katze’s crew were herding the guests, looking for slightest indication of trouble amidst the crowd of well healed clientele and their obsequious hangers on, employed for the afternoon.

Their sole purpose to proxy the silent bids for the coveted, highly illegal items on display.

Something was up, too many guards quietly gathering.

The Elite had no doubt that each guest’s financial history or more precisely the size and validity of their accounts were being combed in triplicate by his mongrel. Still there was something else in the flat gazes being levelled at the more boisterous of participants, who had perhaps imbibed too much in their enthusiasm.

Something or someone had caused the sudden flurry. Just for a moment, pale emerald green studied the box overhead with growing trepidation. Not a feeling he was use to, but that private space beckoned for all the wrong reasons, Admon chiefly amongst them.

His gut clenched as his feet quickly carried him forward to the next tier, the crowd parting in his wake.

“There you are, Raoul. I was beginning to wonder where you were.”

The Blondie’s shoulders stiffened as he slowly turned registering that familiar deep, enticing lilt.

Some things never changed, Raoul thought, gazing into bright amber pools devoid of warmth and any real pull or mystery of depth worth pluming.

“Niiro?” Raoul inclined his head a fraction, finally understanding the sudden inexplicable rise of armed guards. Katze had anticipated the Ruby and his substantial entourage’s arrival.

“What? No spectacle to mark your entrance? You are slipping, Nii Nii.”

The Ruby’s well modulated laugher echoed in the tier calling instant attention to them both, silencing the room.

“Then again...you have always had impeccable timing for these things.” Raoul waved decorously towards the pre-arranged seating that had remained empty until now, directly below the sight of the monitoring station above.

Katze was nothing, if not cautious. Observe without being observed, always the mark of real power in any situation. It was invariably the weak that needed to be seen and admired as they preened.


~~~BMR~~~

“Your Master’s interesting, Admon, veeeery interesting.” Katze slurred noncommittally, languidly crossed long, silk clad legs, studying the main monitor through the amber haze of his snifter with narrowed eyes.

The redhead inhaled deeply of the amber liquid, attempting to decipher each aromatic note cast by the strange melange of fruit upon his palette as the viscous concoction coated his tongue.

“How so?” Admon asked carefully. Katze’s body language reminded him of a feline about to strike its unsuspecting prey. He would need to be cautious in his responses to the male in question. He would give him no reason to pounce in his current state.

Katze purred softly enjoying how the distilled liquid slid warmly down his throat, imparting a haze of contentment he did not actually feel at his core.

“Allurian brandy, your favourite I believe.” Admon stated softly, observing the paced manner with which the broker sipped while focussing his undivided attention on the monitor.

Pale eyes briefly scanned the android’s flawless face and smiled foregoing a reply to the attempt at silver-tongued pleasantries. He downed the last of the amber liquid instead.

“He is very much like you in many respects, Mr. Katze. You both enjoy control to the ‘nth degree, even to your respective detriment.”

The dealer snorted inelegantly and pivoted his armchair fully towards the exquisite male who had been quietly responding to him from the banked seating area against the wall.

“Don’t try it on, Admon. I’m not in the mood for one of your seductions.”

Jewel toned eyes were at half mast beneath the cloak, observing the overly cautious way the dealer had placed the delicate crystal upon the desk. Katze was half way to being uncharacteristically soused.

“Yet.”

Katze ignored the invitation. “Be useful. Get me a refill.”

“No, respectfully, you’ve had enough.”

Admon reclined more deeply into the banked lounge, his face falling in shadow.

“He’s not on his game, your precious master.” Katze slurred lazily, returning his full concentration to the screen. “He’s trying too hard.”

“Yes he is as are you, in your attempt to forget.”

“Get me a refill, Admon.” Katze repeated softly, smoothing long fingers down the side of his jacket in search of smokes, finding them but no incendiary device to light said. The cigarette hung from his lips slackly, while the mongrel was lost again in thought.

“Fuckin’ idiot, he’s got him eating out of his hands. What more does he want?” Katze murmured almost to himself.

Admon elegantly raised himself from the couch and silently padded across to the dealer, weighing the pros and cons of further challenging his de-facto owner. His inner sleeve billowed softly with the slightest of movement as he retrieved the lighter.

“You left it at the bar.”

Katze eyed the android speculatively and raised his hand to the unmarred countenance, gently removing the cowl that hid Admon’s beautiful face from view. “He did this right anyway.”

Sleepy amber eyes grew contemplative with each stroke of finger tip over warm, enticing skin.

“Remember your face and body are your calling cards in this business, Admon. Never hide your assets.”

Admon smiled demurely, basking in the compliment and the delicate touch. “Thank you, Katze. It pleases me that you find me physically to your liking.”

Warm amber pools became steely citrine, “Yeah but not that duplicitous mind of yours. All now you are wondering what your next move is in this artful attempt at seduction.”

“I live to serve you, Master.”

Katze snorted, smoothing a single digit down the flawless cheek of the android, allowing the warm fingers of the Karinese to remove the unlit cigarette from between his teeth without argument.

“See, that practiced blush you’ve got goin’? That’s hot.” The dealer tapped the smooth opalescent skin of Admon’s cheek in warning, yanking him forward by the cowl to his knees.

“It’s wasted on me, though.”

The failed attempt at malevolent warning was quickly quashed by the dealer’s roving eyes that belied his words, his gaze having fallen to Admon’s full lips.

Admon registered the shift of demeanour and licked them slowly, placing the unlit cigarette between soft lips, observing contentedly the redhead blinking in disbelief. Warm yellow light caressed the mongrel’s patrician features, the scar an angry line in contrast to otherwise perfect alabaster skin as the android inhaled the biting smoke.

Katze felt inexplicably warm, suddenly conscious of their proximity and the pleasing scent of the male kneeling between his legs. Raoul had his own back. Maybe the afternoon wouldn’t be such a waste. His mouth was beautiful, soft, inviting. Not like he had anything else to do at the moment.

“Why aren’t you down there with him? I did give you that option once he returned.”

“I choose you.” Admon responded, quelling the urge to vomit as he inhaled the noxious smoke again and delicately coughed.

“No, you don’t. You’re terrified of being rejected. He’s made no effort to contact you since his arrival, has he?”

Katze eyes narrowed at the lack of response. Maybe Admon was just another sucker for punishment like himself and for what? What had he gained, really?

Admon felt gentle fingers against his mouth retrieving the vile papered tube, and warm breath; He sighed registering the brush of lips; exceedingly soft, warm lips against the side of his mouth. The Karinese leaned forward exulting in the touch of those fingers petting silken strands and the accepted the knowing chuckle for what it was against his cheek. It was now or never.

He turned into the caress, his lips seeking that of the dealer’s in a tentative kiss in response. Katze stiffened. His feelings were clearly not reciprocated.

“Go, Admon. You don’t have to do this. I don’t want you.”

Katze heard it, but did not know what to make of the preternatural growl that grew in cadence as ruby eyes stared into his and the cigarette was dashed from his hand in a fit of pique.

Again to be rejected by a chosen, the Chosen – unacceptable.

Grasping Katze’s shoulders, Admon crushed the dealer’s mouth beneath his, forcing his tongue between rigidly pursed lips, savouring the sweet mouth stolen by another as they tumbled inelegantly to the floor.

This had not been the response anticipated or wanted, Katze told himself, suddenly kissing back fiercely. Maybe it was just the alcohol induced haze coupled with the flow of adrenalin fiercely pumping through his own veins that brought about this overwhelming need to control, supplant, and suppress the male whose tongue importunately invaded his mouth with growing urgency.

He felt dizzy as warm lips devoured his in artless desperation amidst the pitched battle of limbs, wrenched clothing and pent frustration. Again circumstance was attempting to wrest control from him.

Not this time. He bit Admon’s lower lip, holding fast to the soft tissue between his teeth and tugged at the silken mass at the base of Admon’s skull. To the broker’s dismay, the salty taste of blood upon his lips appealed sending sensual shivers through his body taking final root in his groin.

The dealer hissed suckling the bruised and bleeding flesh between his lips, perversely fascinated by the telltale tightening of his lower gut and the sensual twitch of his own limbs in response to Admon’s soft keen of acquiescence to his commanding touch.

This was getting out of hand.

Katze shoved with renewed strength against Admon’s chest, forcing him to his back in their tussle for supremacy. The dealer straddled him, locking Admon’s arms in place against his heaving sides in the short lived victory.

The dealer could not help but notice the enticing pearlescent beads of sweat that covered the exposed well sculpted chest and his own current dishabille. Despite the fucker’s lithe appearance, Admon’s body was all hard, beautifully proportioned muscle beneath soft supple skin.

Kato had been right. Katze panted wiping sweat from his brow and tried desperately to ignore the rapid flow of blood engorging his cock at the sight of so perfect a specimen. There was a serpent in their midst; a serpent equally aroused, if the slow suggestive grinding at his rear was anything to go by. Katze had to admit, in his partially inebriated state, he liked what he saw.

Eyes at half mast, the Karinese purred in victory. He could smell the intoxicating scent of adrenalin and feel how it affected the tightly coiled muscles above him shivering with anger, want and just a hint of no longer dormant curiosity at his daring. He had played this right after all, engendering lust in the mongrel straddling him with a predatory gleam in sun-kissed eyes.

Such a very fine line between aggression and lust, Admon mused abstractedly as the filmy material of his cloak was unceremoniously rent by surprisingly strong fingers that dug into his flesh unmercifully. This was it, he affirmed in his mind’s eye, allowing one other to see his surrender to the raw heat overtaking the mongrel in his personal bid for supremacy.

~~~BMR~~~

Ajna’s step faltered though her target was in sight. His dissolute gaze said it all at the moment. Guy was exceedingly attractive in an uncouth way, she would admit with mild interest in jewel toned eyes. Long limbed, twitchy, and though circumspect in nature as he imagined himself to be, no one could miss his current prurient delight. Yes, he was thoroughly fascinated by the Pet on display. Its disproportionate genitalia and multiple orifices had caused quite the stir, setting off a bidding war amongst off world brothel owners.

It came again, the call. Ajna blocked it. It was a foolish gambit on her sibling’s part, but one she had no doubt he found enjoyable, judging by the static in his aura. At least he had acquired the device as ordered. There would be praise in that. The mongrel hadn’t had time to decipher its true purpose or import to their cause.

Her staff reflexively connected with a prominent forehead amidst the swirl of vermillion material that finally came to rest, draped suggestively about her form. She looked down into the frightened eyes of the patron whose hands had not been invited to caress her derriere and sniffed pointedly before adjusting her cowl, leaving just enough cleavage on display for her purposes.

‘Tiresome. They were all so tiresome in their never ending sense of entitlement and inherent quest to debase and own what they thought prey.’

Moment had, she stepped over the prone male of questionable genetic heritage, judging by the weak flaccid chin and allowed the curious crowd of onlooker to close around him in her wake, intent on her previous course.

Guy was another matter entirely. If required, he would be allowed to caress. In this instance, he was prey, but did not know it - yet.

~~~BMR~~~

Raoul’s eidetic brain, sifted through the convoluted speech of his brethren, nodding where appropriate as piercing green eyes drifted across the floor below, noting with mild amusement the kerfuffle near the bar caused by the exceptionally beautiful Karinese female, the property of the loquacious and overly tactile Ruby at his side.

The Elite’s lips curved in a deprecating smile and continuing to nod where appropriate adding the odd word of encouragement to keep the Ruby entertained. Why was she approaching that miscreant Guy?

“I’m boring you, Raoul? You seem overly fascinated by my servant.” Sir Niiro said with a lilt of petulance, not met by the citrine eyes that bore into emerald green.

Oh dear, Raoul thought chiding himself mentally, his last interjection had been said aloud.

“No, Sir Niiro, just mildly curious as to her purpose in all this? You always have a game plan.”

A long elegant hand attempted to soothe the Blondie’s suddenly twitching thigh muscles beneath his bared fingers. “Sooooooo suspicious, Raoul. They do think for themselves, you know. Perhaps she thirsts.”

Raoul’s gaze flickered to the uninvited hand caressing his thigh and pointedly crossed long, powerfully muscled legs as he stretched and adjusted his position, causing the hand to fall gracelessly from his inner thigh. That hand had been slowly creeping during the conversation with each upward stroke of finger tips.

It was enough. His skin had begun to subtly crawl with revulsion at the unwanted intimacy. The mistakes of a curious youth would not be repeated.

“I have no doubt she thirsts as do all here, but in this instance, for what?”

Sir Niiro chuckled pleasantly, accepting another flute from the passing wait staff. The smile did not meet flat, deadly amber. He hoped Admon met with much success in his current less than selfless endeavours.


~~~BMR~~~

The unrelenting, rhythmic cadence of hot sweat slicked flesh meeting echoed in the silent dimly lit room, whose only source of light came from the monitors. The desk almost buckled from the force of Katze’s thrusts into the willing, near supine body below his as narrowed eyes observed the liberties taken by the Ruby. That constant caress of a thigh, he considered his until recently, serving only to increase his frenetic need for acquisition and ultimate culmination.

Undignified though it was to have his trousers about his knees, while strong fingers adjusting the set of hips for better penetration, he revelled. Admon’s muffled mewls with his cheek pressed hard against the wood desk’s surface, called to the most base of instinctual pleasure in his quest for completion.

There had been no time to prepare Admon, nor did he care really, as that ring of tightly coiled muscle surrendered in a satisfactory manner to his wilful thrust within the snug, slick orifice. The android’s body welcomed the invasion, despite the pained cry that came from his panting mouth with each punishing stroke.

Katze closed his eyes, surrendering to the forbidden delight, the power, the heat and the tremble of the body beneath his. Damn it felt good and yet, just in passing, the thought of Raoul invaded the less than sacred space he and Admon shared.

Of long sensual limbs, his scent, his voice, the feel of his skin, the warmth he did not feel now as his testicles tightened and his lower belly filled with the heat of coming fruition.

The mongrel’s jaw slackened as he gave of his essence copiously into the pliant body, no longer that of Admon beneath him, but Raoul.

Katze blinked thoroughly confused by the thought, and the reason he had finally cum.

Author’s Note

Blame my muse. I seem to have a knack for never finishing a chapter successfully in a timely fashion. The epic continues. I do hope you enjoyed. This one cost me a night of sleep, but I hope you find it worthy for a read.

Until next time.

ElegantPaws