AnK - Black Moon Rising
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
13,511
Reviews:
142
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Disclaimer: Stating the obvious, I do not own Ai No Kusabi nor do profit from this little endeavour other than the sheer joy of clacking the keys and doffing my cap in reverence to Yoshihara Rieko for creating such complex and intriguing characters.
AnK - Chapter 3 - Quite A Pair
Black Moon Rising
Disclaimer: Stating the obvious, I do not own Ai No Kusabi nor do profit from this little endeavour other than the sheer joy of clacking the keys and doffing my cap in reverence to Yoshihara Rieko for creating such complex and intriguing characters.
By: ElegantPaws
Edited by: Ainzfern
Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze
Rating: Mature
Parts:WIP – 3 of 25
Reviews are fuel.
This gift is dedicated to A_ngua and I hope it pleases.
Chapter 3 of 25 – Quite A Pair (Post OVA)
~~~BMR~~~
Leaning against the wall Katze continued to observe, the anger that had abated slowly rising in his veins once more. The urge to grab the garment only suppressed by hands firmly rooted in silk lined trouser pockets, his nails biting into his palms in an effort to quell the rage that threatened to bubble to the surface. Katze knew it would only consume him, this battle he could not possible win.
If he chose to be affronted and belligerent his ingratitude for services rendered, physically, would be put in question and there would be reprisals. It was rare to perform a reversal, even when sanctioned by the head of the Syndicate and one other. Complications, pain and healing time notwithstanding it was done.
It was his own calming voice that spoke though he could barely recognize it, or its surprisingly companionable timbre; a calm in no way felt. He wanted him out.
“I find myself in need of a drink, Master Am. Would you care to join me?”
No he needed him gone. If that meant subterfuge or feigned submissiveness so be it.
The spectacle of the deeply reserved head of Medical Sciences rising to his full imposing height and looking down his nose at the mongrel while surreptiously attempt to both crumple and pocket the gossamer thin material, unsuccessfully, was more than worth it for Katze who strolled forward and retrieved the glove that still lay atop the bedding.
Raoul’s eyes widened, recognizing why the scent now permeated the room. How long had he been standing there, watching him?
“I believe this is yours, Master Am?”
Their eyes met briefly sending an unexpected thrill through the Elite as his supercilious gaze travelled over the mongrel’s near perfectly proportioned face to those soft, slightly parted lips about to speak.
“And that,” the red-head pointed one long digit towards Raoul’s left pocket, “is mine, Sir Am. I have very little to call my own. Return it, please?”
Raoul bristled mentally at the slight challenge he saw within the sparkling honey gold that peered back. Katze was laughing at him and those lips were desperately fighting a smile; entirely inappropriate and deserving of censure.
Iason had always been far too lenient with this particular servile.
The mongrel stiffened visibly, recognizing the subtle changes in the Blondie’s expression from embarrassment to confusion and then harsh resolve. This was not good. Why hadn’t he kept his mouth shut?
“Get on your knees,” Raoul almost purred, enjoying the visible tremor he exacted from the lithe well formed male who slowly did as he was told with lowered, somewhat resigned eyes.
“Yes, Master Am. It was not my intent to cause offense.”
Raoul eyed the glove still held by the red-head in a now vice-like grip against his lap with no small amount of pleasure. This was more like it. One thing was missing, however.
“Look at me, Katze.”
The mongrel raised dull unreadable amber as commanded.
Much better, the Elite thought smugly, though not nearly enough.
“I need you to see what you are forcing me to do,” Raoul said with a long suffering sigh. He retrieved the sheer garment that protruded from his pocket with an expansive flourish.
Its scent and feel against his naked palm rekindled that curiously arousing and not all together displeasing sensation he had felt earlier. This might even prove more invigorating than the Party he had left.
Raoul raised the delicate sheer material to his nose and inhaled, allowing the material to brush his lips briefly.
Katze watched beneath long lashes, hiding his growing concern with practiced perfection, mentally avoiding the near sexual aspect of the display. That wasn’t possible.
What was the Blondie’s intent? With luck he might escape with nothing more than a broken bone or two. He just needed to be quiet, submissive, giving no cause to be struck or worse.
“The scent, what is it?” came the matter-of-fact question far closer to his face than anticipated.
Hindsight was always 20/20.
He had angered the mercurial Elite by not responding immediately when asked. The grip, reminiscent of an iron band, about his throat pulsed with barely contained rage as the dealer was thrown effortlessly across the bed and a heavy body landed atop his.
Katze froze beneath the Blondie, defensively raising his hands to push against broad shoulders as he gauged the feral gleam within emerald green eyes. He needn’t have bothered. The feel of a rapidly hardening length against his thigh had been reason enough.
~~~BMR~~~
Author’s Note:
Hope you enjoyed…hehehehe! Again, no throwing things at me. WOW! Such incredibly intelligent reviews! I am humbled and honoured to have such engaged minds reading this. Thank you!
EP
Disclaimer: Stating the obvious, I do not own Ai No Kusabi nor do profit from this little endeavour other than the sheer joy of clacking the keys and doffing my cap in reverence to Yoshihara Rieko for creating such complex and intriguing characters.
By: ElegantPaws
Edited by: Ainzfern
Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze
Rating: Mature
Parts:WIP – 3 of 25
Reviews are fuel.
This gift is dedicated to A_ngua and I hope it pleases.
Chapter 3 of 25 – Quite A Pair (Post OVA)
Leaning against the wall Katze continued to observe, the anger that had abated slowly rising in his veins once more. The urge to grab the garment only suppressed by hands firmly rooted in silk lined trouser pockets, his nails biting into his palms in an effort to quell the rage that threatened to bubble to the surface. Katze knew it would only consume him, this battle he could not possible win.
If he chose to be affronted and belligerent his ingratitude for services rendered, physically, would be put in question and there would be reprisals. It was rare to perform a reversal, even when sanctioned by the head of the Syndicate and one other. Complications, pain and healing time notwithstanding it was done.
It was his own calming voice that spoke though he could barely recognize it, or its surprisingly companionable timbre; a calm in no way felt. He wanted him out.
“I find myself in need of a drink, Master Am. Would you care to join me?”
No he needed him gone. If that meant subterfuge or feigned submissiveness so be it.
The spectacle of the deeply reserved head of Medical Sciences rising to his full imposing height and looking down his nose at the mongrel while surreptiously attempt to both crumple and pocket the gossamer thin material, unsuccessfully, was more than worth it for Katze who strolled forward and retrieved the glove that still lay atop the bedding.
Raoul’s eyes widened, recognizing why the scent now permeated the room. How long had he been standing there, watching him?
“I believe this is yours, Master Am?”
Their eyes met briefly sending an unexpected thrill through the Elite as his supercilious gaze travelled over the mongrel’s near perfectly proportioned face to those soft, slightly parted lips about to speak.
“And that,” the red-head pointed one long digit towards Raoul’s left pocket, “is mine, Sir Am. I have very little to call my own. Return it, please?”
Raoul bristled mentally at the slight challenge he saw within the sparkling honey gold that peered back. Katze was laughing at him and those lips were desperately fighting a smile; entirely inappropriate and deserving of censure.
Iason had always been far too lenient with this particular servile.
The mongrel stiffened visibly, recognizing the subtle changes in the Blondie’s expression from embarrassment to confusion and then harsh resolve. This was not good. Why hadn’t he kept his mouth shut?
“Get on your knees,” Raoul almost purred, enjoying the visible tremor he exacted from the lithe well formed male who slowly did as he was told with lowered, somewhat resigned eyes.
“Yes, Master Am. It was not my intent to cause offense.”
Raoul eyed the glove still held by the red-head in a now vice-like grip against his lap with no small amount of pleasure. This was more like it. One thing was missing, however.
“Look at me, Katze.”
The mongrel raised dull unreadable amber as commanded.
Much better, the Elite thought smugly, though not nearly enough.
“I need you to see what you are forcing me to do,” Raoul said with a long suffering sigh. He retrieved the sheer garment that protruded from his pocket with an expansive flourish.
Its scent and feel against his naked palm rekindled that curiously arousing and not all together displeasing sensation he had felt earlier. This might even prove more invigorating than the Party he had left.
Raoul raised the delicate sheer material to his nose and inhaled, allowing the material to brush his lips briefly.
Katze watched beneath long lashes, hiding his growing concern with practiced perfection, mentally avoiding the near sexual aspect of the display. That wasn’t possible.
What was the Blondie’s intent? With luck he might escape with nothing more than a broken bone or two. He just needed to be quiet, submissive, giving no cause to be struck or worse.
“The scent, what is it?” came the matter-of-fact question far closer to his face than anticipated.
Hindsight was always 20/20.
He had angered the mercurial Elite by not responding immediately when asked. The grip, reminiscent of an iron band, about his throat pulsed with barely contained rage as the dealer was thrown effortlessly across the bed and a heavy body landed atop his.
Katze froze beneath the Blondie, defensively raising his hands to push against broad shoulders as he gauged the feral gleam within emerald green eyes. He needn’t have bothered. The feel of a rapidly hardening length against his thigh had been reason enough.
Author’s Note:
Hope you enjoyed…hehehehe! Again, no throwing things at me. WOW! Such incredibly intelligent reviews! I am humbled and honoured to have such engaged minds reading this. Thank you!
EP