The Story of Ivander

The Story Of Ivander



(Author's Note: Sorry for the long drawn out delay. Without further adieu, here is Chapter 3 of The Story Ivander!)



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"It's Iason."



Those words sealed it. The silence seemed to be unbreakable. Even Omaki, in his drunken stupor, was too shocked to say anything. Slowly, all eyes turned to focus on Iason. The Great Blondie was much paler than usual, which was to be expected. Confusion and fear were etched clearly on his face. How? How?



"There must be some mistake."



"DNA doesn't lie, Iason. Your blood matches. He's yours." Heiku said softly.



"No. This isn't right. Take the test again." Iason said, his nerves shaking.



"Iason, it's accurate. You are-"



"I'VE NEVER FORNICATED WITH SOME FILTHY MONGREL WOMAN!" Iason screamed, eyes wide. His heart raced. He had just slept with his own son? Ivander was his son? No! The Aristian woman was the only woman..... The ONLY one!



"Filthy?" Riki! Oh no.....



"Filthy? You fucked my mother and got her knocked up, and now you call her filthy? Why? Because your son finally caught up with you? She's dead now, Iason. She's dead and now you've finally met your son. My half brother! My FUCKING HALF BROTHER IS YOUR SON, IASON! YOUR SON!!!" Riki screamed, the tears pouring from his eyes.



"How can you deny it?! DNA doesn't lie!"



"But Riki, I've never slept with a mongrel woman. I think I'd remember-"



"Well keep thinking back. Get drunk at any point in time?"



"Oh my GODDESS!" Omaki dropped his shot glass, stood up and put his hands on the sides of his head. "Oh Goddess! Oh my Goddess! Oh my Goddess!!!! No.... No no no no NO!!!!!!"



"Damn you, Omaki! What is it?!" Raoul screamed.



"Iason! Think back. When we were 15, we snuck away from the Academy, went to some club in Midas and we woke up in our dorms. We couldn't remember what happened the night before. You are 38. He is 23. 38 minus 23 equals 15. You might have met up with Riki's mother in that club. Remember.... that one woman.... with the dark hair.... and those eyes.... she was the woman that sang that night. Remember?"



Iason's eyes widened. That woman! "Oh no...."



"You remember now, huh? You filthy lying DOG!" Riki accented that last word with a hard slap to Iason's cheek, leaving a bruise developing on his pale skin. Iason sat there, letting all this new information sink in. Riki stormed into his room and locked the door behind him.



Ivander sat with his head in his hands, crying. He had just slept with his father! His own flesh and blood. Well, that wasn't really all that bad, considering he had just slept with his half brother, but the most disturbing thing was..... his half brother's lover was his father. "Does that make you Riki's father as well?"



"Step father. Still.... I don't care. I still love him. I.... I'm sorry Ivander. I remember your mother's voice. Vaguely. She was gorgeous.... If I knew I did the act, I would have come and gotten you years ago."



"No. I'm glad you didn't. Then, Riki may not have been born or met you or something. What's done is done and we should leave it that way. I'm..... shocked, but I'm happy." he turned to Iason.



Iason gazed into the one blue eye. There, he could see himself as a younger man. As a teen. How could he have been so blind?



"Riki!" Iason jumped up and ran to the Master bedroom. No Riki. He ran to Riki's room. The door was locked. He overrode the code and entered.



"Go the fuck away, you PIG!" Riki cried, throwing his pillow at Iason. "I can't believe you! You slept with my MOM! She must've only been.... what.... 12?! 13?! She was 16 when she had me! Van is three years older than me! She was 13, Iason! How could you?!"



"Riki, you must understand. At the time, I was only 15. At the time, you and Ivander weren't even thought of. How was I supposed to know that one day I would fall in love with her youngest son? How, Riki? You cannot blame me for this! You have a child of your own, you know? Remember that pet you snuck around with?"



"Ima?" Riki quirked a brow. Iason gave him that "You know what I'm talking about" look and Riki lowered his gaze.



"You will probably never know who that child is. This is not uncommon. For a Blondie, it is, but as far as the human population goes, it is not." Iason sat down on the bed next to Riki and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry, pet, but this doesn't mean that we can't still be together. I can be a father to him and a lover to you. I know you're upset, but-"



"You had a one nighter with my mom and got her knocked up, of course I'm upset. No, I'm fucking pissed. You didn't even have the common decency to remember her! How could you?! Not to mention that she was only 13! You left a 13 year old with probably no home, no parents, no one to help her out! Do you even know how much pain she was in giving birth to your kid?!" Riki screamed. He tried to pull away from Iason, but the Blondie held onto him tightly.



"Riki, please. Forgive me."



"NO!! Get off of me!! Let me go! You're an animal! All you Blondies are! You just go around and fuck whoever you want and treat us all like shit, just because your wiry bitch lets you get away with it! You don't know what it's like to struggle! You don't know what it's like to watch your friends die! You all are fucking spoiled and once something different catches your eyes, you have to fuck it up! That's how you goddamned fuckers are!!" he screamed, pounding his fists on Iason's chest.



Iason grabbed his chin, tilted it up, and kissed him deeply. Riki froze in place. The kiss was full of sadness, full of passion. Riki wrapped his arms around Iason's neck and just let the tears fall. Iason ran his fingers through Riki's hair, then caressed his cheeks. Iason broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Riki's, who in turn began to shake and sob harder. "I h-hate you.... I hate you..... I hate you...."



"I know, pet. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."



"I.... I hate you...." Riki whispered, wrapping his arms around Iason's neck and resting his head on the Blondie's shoulder. Slowly, Iason guided him down to lay on the bed.



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"I should have never come here. I should have just told them no and went about my business. Then, Riki would have never had this problem." Ivander cried. Heiku stroked his hair.



"Then, you and Riki would have never had any closure." Heiku said, wiping a tear from the young man's eye. The front door hummed open and Konami walked back in. Xian groaned.



"Is it Jupiter's Eve again already?"



This brought forth a giggle from Juthian, which spread to all the pets and furniture, then to Omaki, whose raunchous laughter spread to the rest of the Blondies. Konami quirked a finely arched brow, walked into the room, and picked his riding crop up off the table. "I'm surprised this is still here." he said, looking at Xian, who attempted to roll his eyes, but crossed them instead. Konami looked around the room to each Blondie. "You're all drunk."



"You're all sexy." Omaki slurred, eliciting giggles from Raoul. Konami smirked. "Well, I guess more discipline is in order. Stand up and strip boys." he said, taking off his cloak and his tunic this time.



Omaki smiled. "Oh, Headmaster! Are we about to find out the reason behind your title? HEADmaster?" he said, stripping. Heiku and Omaki both fell into a fit of laughter. Raoul hesitated in standing, knowing full well what Konami was planning.



"Raoul. Stand up now!" Konami growled. Raoul shot up, staggered, fell back down, and shot up, undressed and stood in front of Konami. Omaki and Heiku stood next to Raoul and Xian slowly walked over to the group. Looking over the drunken Blondies, Konami sighed and rotated his right shoulder. "Some sheep never learn to obey their shepherd." With that, he walked behind the Blondies and unleashed a series of hard whips onto each Blondie's rear and lower back, sobering them up quickly.



In Riki's room, Iason looked up. He heard the cries of pain coming from his guests and knew Konami came back for his riding crop. He made the decision to stay in the room with Riki and just hold him. The young man was finally silent, having cried his heart out. He was still awake, but laying with his head on Iason's chest. He would take in a shaky breath every now and again and Iason would hold him tighter or stroke his hair.



"You should go out there. They need their fearless leader, you know." Riki whispered.



Iason smirked. "You just want me to get whipped by Headmaster Konami."



"That would make me feel better, honestly."



"Would that, pet?"



"Dammit! Why do you always do that? I say something to you, and you turn it into a question! Yes. That would make me VERY happy. Go get your ass beat....."



Iason looked into Riki's eyes, removed his arm, and stood.



".... And I'll be there to put the accelerator on your wounds. And massage your headache away.... like a dumbass...." he said. Iason smirked.



"Thank you, Riki." With that, he walked out into the Great Hall.



Konami was taking a break to catch his breath when Iason emerged. The two men's eyes locked and Iason nodded. He stripped from the waist up and walked over to his former Headmaster. He turned around and moved his long perfect hair over his shoulder. "I'm ready, Headmaster."