The first time

As always, barrie18, your comments are very helpful. I am glad to see that you are so patient and bear with my little tantrums, as I do not know exactly where they intend to take me in the next chapters. You are a great reader indeed, and one of the main reasons why I continue with this. So are jishe and Jdragonscribe, and the rest, and I thank them all for reading once again.





The rebels were seemingly become a threat each day. Their actions had begun bolder, testing not only the so called secured borders of Midas, but also breaching defenses more close to home. Jupiter’s home: Tanagura. What enflamed them, encouraging to test the AI’s authority? While Iason was slowly waking up to his new world without Riki, Raoul had to appease Jupiter’s anger on a daily basis. Covering for Iason’s so called indisposition. Lying within an inch of making Her lose her temper. Jupiter could still communicate to some level to her favorite, but only to find gratuitous welcome before the closed door of Iason’s mind. A black haired demon was watching this entrance, much to her confusion, and it seemed to be the only thing on Iason’s mind. Raoul lied, telling her that Iason simply got rid of his mongrel pet, but, somehow, he was still moping over his lost property. Sensing through her circuits the type of attachment Iason had for his ex-pet, Jupiter allowed to let this slip, and concured with Raoul’s blatant lie: “He has to leave these things behind. What would people think, seeing Iason Mink, the symbol of Tanagura’s power, red eyed and intoxicated, all day and all night?” Raoul could not believe he succeeded in fooling her, and restlessness was common for his daily composure. As for the rebels, he dragged and dragged: “The police is on it. They will be caught eventually.” And Jupiter showed her displeasure, advising Raoul to get Iason back on his feet, so he could have someone commendable to communicate with. “You were always soft. I do not know what went wrong in making you. If it hadn’t been for your exquisite intellect, which I find to be essential for my research, I would have reformed you into a sexdroid.” The words stinged, but Raoul managed to bow reverently, before bidding her farewell. As for the rebels, he had a hunch that he had not shared with Jupiter, regarding the identity of their leaders. And it was not only his gut, but the reports showing mongrels conducting the most dangerous operations. On top of it all, he could not bring himself to stop worrying about a certain one being hurt in the process of bringing Midas to ashes.



Katze sensed someone in the room, before the uninvited guest showing his face out of the dark.

- I could not say that it is a surprise finding you here. I was … expecting you.

- How is he? A coarse voice asked, painfully. He is not dead, is he?

A derisive snort was the answer.

- If he was, then you would no longer be alive.

- Don’t be so sure, came the retorting remark.

Showing a little tiredness, Katze sat at his desk.

- Still playing the part of Riki the Dark, aren’t you?

- Never been someone else.

Katze raised his head for the first time to look his guest directly in the eyes.

- You can go on and pretend that nothing changed, but you will get absolutely no peace until you admit it to yourself.

- To admit what?

- That YOU are changed.

The man in front of him brought his fists up, like wanting to start a fight.

- I’m nobody’s bitch!

- Then why are you here, Riki? You are risking a great deal, you know? That little stunt you pulled…? I could even decide to believe that it was you who shot Iason, and tell around, until it gets to the right ears! How would that sit with your plans? You’ll be dead.

- You won’t.

- Of course I won’t, because I like to have my head on my shoulders, not ripped out by a crazy Blondie who believes himself to be in love.

- In love? Iason is not in love.

The Black Market boss looked suspiciously towards the man before him and laughed bitterly when he cast down his eyes in defeat.

- Do you know what spaces between are, Riki? It’s like you and Iason. Two parallels, never to meet… And, yet, you two collided somehow and it is no way to discover just what kind of disaster this will cause in the end, to what extent the passion you are sharing will mark us, the rest. I guess that people could call this love, but, … , Riki, …

Katze’s voice trailed, and his gaze caressed for a moment the slumped shoulders of the youth trembling before his eyes.

- Maybe it is too late, - words sounding more like a question than like a statement - , to admit it, when you have already been collared, and made into a pet. When you no longer have a choice…?

- You’re wrong!

Silence vibrated after Riki’s cry, stilling the air in the dark room.

- How is he, Katze? The whisper formed a plea.

- He’s getting back. He’s a Blondie, Riki. But, tell me one thing, is that stupid boyfriend of yours behind all this charade? And the rebellion? Yet, it could make sense …

Riki frowned, sensing that Katze was searching for an angle.

- What do you mean?

- Nothing.

He wasn’t there to offer the black haired mongrel the key to transform their casual rebellion into a full fledged revolution. Riki went for the door, but stopped a little:

- Katze. Send him … my love.

- I’m not your fucking messenger.

The door closed.



Raoul watched carefully as his long life friend opened his lanquid eyes.

- Welcome back, Iason. You slept a while.

- Riki, the coarse voice asked.

- Do not get disturbed…

- Where is he?

Iason got up from the bed, but he was kept by Raoul’s strong arms.

- He’s … out there, somewhere.

- What?!

- Iason, what were you doing in that brothel?

The blonde head slumped in resignation.

- You could not give him up, could you? Raoul’s voice held no sign of reprimand, only disquieted love towards his friend.

- Never, Raoul. He’s mine.

- Why didn’t you say anything? I could have stopped this!

Iason raised his head all of a sudden, upon hearing these words.

- What do you mean, Raoul?

The other Blondie bit on his lips, sensing he talked too much, too early.

- You should answer first! Why didn’t you tell me anything?

- Because I didn’t know exactly what I was doing myself! Because Riki has me in his grip, and this has never happened to me before, ever in my entire life! Maybe my organic brain is loosing it, maybe I’m simply going crazy! Tell me the truth, Raoul, tell me, was he kidnapped, wasn’t he?

Raoul just cast down his eyes.

- Not really, Iason, I’m sorry.

- He … just left me? He left me there … to die?

- It was not like that, Iason. He was the one that called and had Katze to get you out of there so I could reach you in time and save your life.

- That … cunt! Iason’s face was crumpled, but more pain than anger could be read on his beautiful features.

- Iason! It’s not like that!

- You don’t understand, Raoul! Iason wallowed his head in despair. He told me that he loved me! I had him where I wanted him all this time!

- Oh my Jupiter, Iason! You chased him, and now you’re his prey, and him the hunter! I guess it’s befitting you well. Trying to collar a wild animal, you ended up being collared yourself.

There was no bit of humor in Raoul’s voice. The coldness in Iason’s voice returned.

- How could you have stopped this, Raoul?

Raoul let his shoulders fell.

- Because I know who did it, and I knew it before it was to happen.

- Who? Is this about some enemy of mine?

- Oh, I guess you could say that, the bitterness in Raoul’s voice was speaking volumes. Before he left, Guy told me that he was going to save Riki from the brothel you sent him to.

- What?! Didn’t you send Guy away?

- Had I known you were there, none of this would have happened. I would have stopped Guy.

- Raoul, what have you done?

The anguish in Iason’s voice returned. Both friends fell silent, contemplating how their recent misgivings and misunderstandings had influenced their lives to an extent that was still hard to comprehend.

- This is not all, Iason. At the outskirts of Midas, a revolution is taking place.

- Ceres trash is rising its head again? How long have I been out?

- What do you intend to do about them, Iason?

Iason’s icy tone brought down the temperature in the room with several degrees.

- I will make sure that the repercursions come so hard on them, that they never dare again rising against Tanagura. I will send in the Elite forces to bring their hideouts to the ground. Rest assured, Raoul, I will spare no one.

All these were said so calmly, that Raoul felt shivers going up and down his spine.

- But it is one thing that you don’t know, Iason. You may change your mind.

- Nothing could change my mind about something like that, Raoul. When Tanagura’s safety is at stake, I spare no effort, no cruelty, to make things go back the way they were supposed to be.

- There are rumors, Iason. That this so called movement is conducted by … Riki the Dark.

Iason’s pupils grew wider, the only sign of his surprise. His jaw tighten to the point that Raoul heard teeth clenching with a shrieking sound.



Riki was riding on his hoverbike, tears flowing down his cheeks. The wind of freedom, the breeze that caressed his entire body spelled derisive words towards his very soul. At the intersection, he turned all of a sudden. It was late at night, and no one seemed to care about the black silhouette riding towards Tanagura’s tallest tower. He entered the building, his jacket risen so it could hid his face. He tapped rapidly the code, glancing around for preeing eyes, hoping, just hoping … The metallic voice brought him a sense of relief.

- Z107M, confirm with retinal scan.

Riki let the laser read his pupil, then jumped in the elevator, feeling all moving ever so slowly around him, like in a weird dream. He stopped before the door. “No sense in startling Daryl. He doesn’t have to know.” He flipped open his hand held computer and started hacking the security code. “C’mon, c’mon, don’t let me down now!” he begged and sighed in relief, when the familiar click came as a result of his actions. He slid through the door, and, as silent as a cat, he let himself in. He went directly for the master bedroom, a chill passing through his body, remembering furtively how many times, he was dragged there, mostly against his will; but also, the desire renewed in his loins, a familiar restlessness rising in his gut. Carefully, without letting out a breath, he turned the knob and sneaked into the room, like a thief. “How ironic! I would have never thought that I would want to do this, to come back here, the place of my torments!”

His heart jumped a little, when he saw the form laying in bed. The soft light in the room let Iason’s pale features show, much to Riki’s pleasure. “He looks quite good!” He rushed to the bed and let himself to his knees, watching Iason with intensity. He felt a terrible need to lean a little, to brush his lips over Iason’s, to taste again that incredible sweet poison that made his insights torn. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt Iason move a little in his sleep.

- Riki … a soft whisper came out, and Riki felt a surge of emotion clasping on his chest.

A wicked thought passed his mind and he decided to act on impulse. He stood up slowly and rumaged through the drawers, until he found what he was looking for. “Iason, you sexy perv!”, he smiled, getting the handcuffs out without making one single noise.

As Iason was sleeping with his arms above his head, Riki found his endeavor a walk in the park. In matters of seconds, Iason’s hands were fastened securely to the headboard. Still, he remained asleep, much to Riki’s amazement. But the mongrel smiled, his mind reeling with excitement related to what he was about to do. He undressed rapidly, his need so urgent, that he could barely make the pants go down over his jutting erection. He slid, with feline grace, in the bed and grabbed the cover, making it fall from Iason’s body.

- Oh Jupiter, you are so beautiful, Iason! Riki whispered, and Iason moved a little.

The youth could no longer prolong his own suffering. With practiced ease, he unfastened the buttons in the front of Iason’s pajama pants and took out the enormous organ. Riki kissed the head and licked it, maliciously, making it rise to life. Which it did, despite the fact that its owner did not make one move to respond to Riki’s ministrations. So Riki got bold, swallowing Iason’s cock, little by little, until it could fill his whole mouth. He let it then slid back, and began bobbing his head, while holding the sleeping balls with one hand and massaging them.



Iason was lost in dreams. Dreams of Riki, saying that he loved him; he tried to hold on to that, to Riki’s beautiful face, transcended with affection, with a glow that made Iason’s resolution melt. In his dream, a willing Riki was kneeling before him and starting to lick and such on his dick, making his desire came in full. The wetness of the skillful mouth made him tremble and groan softly. The dream was so vivid, that Iason asked himself if it was possible to reach climax while dreaming. “That would be a great thing”, he pondered, trying to concentrate on the sensation. But something was disturbing; the sensations were too strong, and awkwardly, were snatching Iason from his wet dream, which he stubbornly wanted to avoid. He opened his eyes, to his own dismay, and let out a growl of frustration. But, in that exact same instance, he realized that the sensations were there, still; that wet mouth on his cock, and the erection, as well. Confused, he reached down with his eyes to find a devoted Riki lapping with his lips and tongue at his engorged dick.

- Riki? He blinked in surprise. Is this a dream?

Riki rose his head, smiling.

- No, Iason, I’m here. Don’t mind if I help myself.

And he returned to his blowjob, like nothing was out of the ordinary.

- Hey, what’s…?

Iason tried to rise, but soon realized that his hands were tighten securily to the headboard of the bed.

- Riki! He asked sternly. Release me immediately! What’s the meaning of this?

But Riki just laughed and bit a little on his lover’s cock, making him yelp.

- Good, I got your attention. So, do you want to know what is happening? Well, to put it bluntly, and you know I am a mongrel and I cannot do it any other way, I was in the mood for a fuck, and I saw the lights on, so I thought: “Hey, Iason is awaken, how about a I paid him a visit? A blowjob? A butt fuck? All of the above?”

- Riki, release me! Iason’s voice grew in intensity.

- No, the answer came.

- Riki!

A satisfied purr was the only answer. Riki lubricated himself with his own spit and let himself slid on Iason’s cock, pleased to see how the expression changed on Iason’s face from confusion and anger into pure lust.

- Let me out off these cuffs, Riki, I want to hold you.

- I’m sorry, Iason, Riki bent over to kiss Iason passionately on the lips. These are my terms, now.

And Riki began to ride Iason’s cock from the top, making his Blondie lover tremble and shudder from too much arousal.

- I want to make it last, Riki said in a husky tone. Yet, I know that the first time is always a quickie for you, so I won’t hold it against you if you want to come.

So Iason did, letting his beautiful head to bury into the pillow, his masculine voice letting out cries of pleasure. Riki felt fullfilment and happiness, when Iason’s seed warmed his insides. He let himself collapse on Iason’s chest, trembling from too much desire, and from the emotion that came back in full force to wash over him. He weeped quietly, but his trembles could hardly be mistaken by Iason.

- Why do you cry, Riki?

- Because I wanted so much to see you, to see that you’re alright … To feel your warmth once again …

- I’m here, my sweet Riki, you don’t have to cry. C’mon now, let me out of these cuffs.

But Riki remained still for a while. When he raised his head, some strange resolution was written all over his face.

- I won’t, Iason. You would call security in a second, and I would be dead meat in the next one.

Iason’s eyes flashed angrily.

- You don’t trust me?

- No.

- Then it would serve you well to know that the feeling is mutual. You left me there, in that sleezy room, and ran away with that piece of shit, you whore!

The words stinged deeply, and Riki’s face was crossed, for a second, by pure pain, that soon was replaced by blind fury.

- I’m not your bitch, you shithead! I go where I want, I’m a free man!

He rose from Iason’s warm body, with his fists closed, the need for fighting coming once more, in full force. Iason’s accusatory look was beginning already to haunt him.

- Tell me something, pet, Iason said haughtly, how is Guy’s cock fit in your stretched hole? After I had you so many times, I guess it is like singing in too large a concert room for him, isn’t it?

Riki could allow that much. His fist connected with Iason’s jaw in a flash of a second, making the Blondie’s head spin. Iason threw a murderous look towards him. The comment, once again, reached his mark.

- You hate me when I break your pride and wipe the floor with it. But your body still wants me.

And he pointed cruelly towards Riki’s undying erection. His remark earned Iason a look that could tell what kind of a painful death plan he had in store for his tormentor. The Blondie continued, as cold as before:

- You know something, Riki, when you look at me with so much anger and desdain, I want to rip the heart out of your chest and bring it, still beating, to my cheek. And still, it will not be enough a reward, as much as I love to tarnish your so called mongrel pride until you have absolutely nothing left.

Riki had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. There he was, all naked, topping Iason, the man being held in chains, and he was still the one being dominated and brought down to his knees.

- I’ll show you who’s the bitch here!

He ripped angrily Iason’s pants and let out naked skin prey to his hands. He positioned himself between Iason’s thighs and impaled himself into that unprepared enticing pink hole. Iason bit his lips to blood, but did not emit one sound. Riki closed his face to his former Master’s and licked the droplets of blood, then his own lips.

- You can cry out, Blondie, because this will be a raw fuck, as you deserve.

Iason’s suple body took Riki’s angry thrusts with ease; but pleasure was already over regulatory levels for Riki to care that he wasn’t not successful in hurting Iason the way he intended. He pumped hard, and began kissing Iason’s mouth, darting his tongue inside, sucking on a wanton tongue, that began responding in kind. Riki let Iason’s mouth only for a little, so he could comment.

- You Blondie prick! So infatuated with yourself, and it’s enough to lean my head towards you and you stick out your tongue. The thing with you, Iason, Riki pointed, while fucking in the same infernal rhythm, is that you are an absolute perverted being, that cannot help enjoying some pain, while it comes with the right amount of butt fucking.

Iason did not answer the foul talk pouring from Riki’s mouth, but a mysterious smile made his lips quirk. Riki let out a wretched laughter:

- Why the fuck did I have to fall in love with a totally screw up like you?

Iason frowned a little. Was that regret in Riki’s voice? He admitted he loved him, and, in the same sentence, expressed his dismay in feeling so. And that hurt worse than the fucking. Actually, the fucking felt amazing, with Riki’s steel rod grazing over Iason’s secret pleasure bud, which made even more hard to bear the defeated, anquished look in Riki’s eyes.

Despite the hurtful comments shared between them, the two lovers fell into each other’s arms, consuming their passion and climax in the same time. Riki was the first to speak, rising meekly, once again, from Iason’s body:

- I never had simultaneous climax with Guy. You, Blondie fuck, are my first in so many ways that it makes my heart hurt. Maybe I should let you rip it out off my chest, and this hurt will finally stop.

He collected his clothes from the floor and headed towards the door.

- I guess you can call for Daryl, although I bet he heard you scream while you were coming. If you call security …

Riki’s voice trailed for a second:

- Then this is goodbye, Iason, because I won’t let them catch me alive.

The door closed behind him, and Iason remained alone, with his own suffering to chew on. At least half an hour passed until he called Daryl. “I hope you are far away now, Riki.”