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 – 30 of ?

Reviews are fuel.


"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,”
~~~
Excerpt – Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If”


Chapter 30 of ? A Tincture of Scarlet (Post OVA)


It was freedom in the moment.

So deep and slow a sigh Katze had never released in complete relaxation of limbs, consenting as he did to being devoured whole by another. This allowance, the pleasure of being wanted, needed and or loved as is, was new.

Raoul had discovered his navel.

This took real courage, handing himself over to another like this. More courage than he had ever mustered in his entire life simply by allowing, uncaring of possible rejection. He squirmed as warm breath tickled his navel and a deft tongue’s tip delved intentionally into the little valley teasingly, sending a heavy pulse to his cock and that of the Elite’s that throbbed its own damp evident need against his twitching thigh. Katze groaned in anticipation of that thick length impaling him. “Fuck me....please, Sir Am.”

“Ticklish are we? Excellent, a useful tool for my arsenal the next time I intend to win an argument without back chat,” Raoul whispered, steeling his grip of the errant long fingered hand that tried to find its way between his legs impatiently. He would not be deterred from his current favoured indulgence of finding all the mongrel’s erogenous zones, in the meantime that supple thigh would do to relieve pent desire.

Unhurried warmth, laced with passion and the lazy ease of absent observance allowed the mongrel to surrender as his heart thrummed and he arched his spine, basking in the delectable sensation of soft lips sprinkling kisses over damp skin, his own.

“I need to feel you.” Katze moaned, astonished at the pleading tone in his own voice had assumed when long, slicked fingers found their way between his cheeks and glided gently upward stroking the thin, over-sensitized skin between anus and testes.

“Please, just one inside...”

He felt Raoul’s lips curl mischievously against his stomach as the vice like grip upon his hand increased in predatory warning.

“I intend to brand you as mine this night, Katze. Be patient.”

Resigned to his fate, the mongrel continued bucking his pelvis reminding the Elite of his true destiny at journey’s end. “And you’re a tease, Sir Am. Stop torturing me with that gorgeous mouth of yours. Put it to good use instead of this slow maddening torture, you sadist.”

Raoul sniggered softly undaunted by the attempt at interruption and ground his cock against cool sheets, refusing to surrender to the call of flesh.

“Kinda redundant this branding, Sir Am, I’ve always been yours for the asking.”

The dealer’s breath caught as the golden mist of tousled strands beneath his fingers lifted revealing sparkling emeralds lit with desire. The look sent shivers up and down his spine with promise held in the hooded depths and the rakish predatory smile that accompanied the whisper.

“What do you want? Tell me exactly.”

Katze widened spread legs provocatively with a waggle of dark auburn brows as he relinquished his hold of gilt strands in preference for the soft, wet lips that sucked his index finger suggestively sending a fresh jolt of need to his painfully hard member.

Pre-cum flowing freely now as the Elite rose over him, blurring his vision in the dim light, finally grasping his cock firmly, causing the mongrel to spasm as the delicate slit leaked in answer to hungry green eyes and the thumb that took advantage of the slick wetness found there.

“Beautiful.”


The redhead arched off the bed with a soft mewl, his fingers continuing to outline the panting mouth mere inches from his as he closed his eyes, thoroughly mesmerized by their feel against his finger tips. His mind drifting to the first time he had seen this body and had sealed it to memory. Another perfect moment he thought as he spoke his truth behind the safety of closed lids.

“I want to feel them wrapped around my cock. I want to feel the curl of your tongue as you suck the life outta me, Sir Am and I beg you to stop, but you never do.”

A soft, warm chuckle fanned his cheek as the Elite’s hot firm body settled over his possessively.

“I knew it. You are orally fixated, Katze of Ceres.”

Katze shrugged with a half smile, shy of opening his eyes to that often time clinical regard.

“In case you missed it, Sir Am, I love sucking you off. I like how you taste. I like how you smell. I like how you shudder when you cum in my mouth.”

Raoul held him possessively confining his body’s sensual movements with his own more powerfully built structure, allowing only the slow sifting of a long fingers through thick silky tendrils.

“I am not complaining, Katze. You are gifted in that regard. I have often wondered at it, but I do not wish to address it now. You did kiss him by the way.”

For an instance the mongrel stiffened beneath him, though his fingers continued to card the opulent curls atop Raoul’s head, his second favourite pastime.

“It meant nothing.” Katze murmured, pulling the Elite’s head up and away from his cheek to make eye contact. “I needed to win, Raoul. No one is to get the better of me in any battle of wills. I learnt that from someone I’ve secretly adored for most of my adult life.”

Raoul eyes momentarily registered shock then grew pensive as he looked into expressive citrine eyes and weighed his words. “I know this, Katze. It is what I saw and felt in the moments shared by Admon and what I know is fundamental to your character as man.”

Their lips met briefly closing the discussion as a deep reverberating moan of appreciation came from deep within the Elite’s chest as his scalp was scratched as reward, while long limbs intertwined, their shared need pressed firmly, slickly between as their forms undulated languidly matching their tongues embrace.

Katze sighed contentedly as that mouth wended its way further down the shivering muscles of his torso to his belly, leaving a trail of cooling wetness in its wake before settling between the inhumanly soft, warm skin that was the dealer’s inner thighs.

Raoul smiled at the blushing length with a quirked brow, his mouth watering so inviting was the glistening head of his mongrel’s cock.

“Anticipation is everything, Katze.”

And with a soft cry the mongrel gained his freedom of sorts, a fantasy fulfilled while grasping desperately at the sheets beneath his fingers, his wrists held rigidly in place against the bedding by strong hands, determined to control the pace, as were the powerful forearms that acted like a vice, stilling the movement of his pelvis that desperately wanted to thrust into that unending warmth and wetness that engulfed him.

~~~BMR~~~

Donovan’s gaze shifted from the screen to the speculative eyes that followed him silently.

“I’m almost done here. If you wanna go...go.”

Guy eased back onto the seat and cocked his legs up, placing long arms behind his head.

“Well?” the body guard asked impatiently still miffed at Guy’s lack of professionalism. Iason could have killed him and there was nothing he could have done about it, except watch.

“I was thinkin’ about the Boss and his sweet piece of ass back at the club.”

“Stop that. You might hurt yourself. Thinking isn’t one of your strengths.”

A pillow sailed towards the guard’s face, he caught it reflexively.

“Fuck you. I’m just waitin’ to proof your tally. Counting isn’t your strength, big boy.”

Donovan’s eyes narrowed menacingly as he pointed a thick finger at the unrepentant mongrel, who had taken to studying the end of his pony absently.

“Watch it. I’ve taken men out for less.”

“Please...save it for someone who is scared of ya. So you think they’re doin’ it, right now?”

Cerulean blue eyes blinked in astonishment at the abrupt switch of subjects.

A lewd smile touched the chestnut haired mongrel’s face as he studied the tip of his ponytail, and decided to undo it, passing his leather gloved fingers through the mass of thick, rather beautiful hair. “I’ve watched them. They’re kinda hot, especially the Boss. Enough to make you cum on the spot watchin’ his face when he’s bein’ drilled. Never saw Scarface like that before, all submissive and shit.”

Donovan rose entirely pissed at the casualness of the observation. He would also ignore that niggling feeling that sat in the pit of his stomach too. He didn’t appreciate this line of thinking on any level.

“Okay that’s enough. Not something we are ever going to discuss. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Just chill, Baldy. Didn’t mean no harm. He’s hot. Don’t even pretend you haven’t noticed when you think no one’s lookin.”

Guy withstood the indignant glare, sadness marring his weathered handsome face as gray eyes cast down to his booted feet and he continued.

“Why do they always take the best of us, Donny? Been groped enough tonight by that chinless wonder they took out on the stretcher. At least someone’s getting a little something tonight.” Guy shrugged, studying the dark clad guard speculatively. “So like...is that offer still going? The one you made to me the other day?”

Donovan gulped audibly. “What offer was that?”

Guy shook his head as he rose and approached the desk. “Just move, knew it was too good to be true.”

“Guy?”

“Never mind, should’na brought it up. Just knew you were takin’ the piss that day.”

“I meant it...then.”

Gray could be so easily cold in that stern handsome face. Donovan noted the cold gleam tinged with hurt. “Riight...Whatever, Donny Boy.”

The bodyguard sighed. “It’s your timing. It sucks, Guy.”

“I told ya, feelin’ horny. Just forget it.” Gray eyes scanned the moving rows of numbers analytically, taping the screen to increase the revolutions as page upon page moved across the screen at three times the speed.

“Looks good, except for the percentage take for the hottie at the end, the Boss had said forty-seven percent, just going to change that and you’re good to go.

It was a different look to see this expression on Guy’s face as sharp eyes moved rapidly in time with scrolling digits while making the necessary correction. Donovan could almost hear that calculating mind.

“All done.”

Donovan cleared his throat uncomfortably, scanning the long lean form with clear interest. Oh he’d remembered alright, just Guy’s timing sucked. He was still on duty. No time for that now.

“Thanks. You’re good at this.”

Despite himself, Guy preened, sliding gloved fingers over his cock meaningfully, shifting Donovan’s focus as he tapped the straining bulge with his finger tips.

“Whatever. Just gonna make a pit stop. If you know what I mean, can’t hit the club like this, might scare the boys,” Guy smirked as he headed for the door with a lazy swagger of invitation.

Bison’s leader stopped, the grin leaving his face as he turned and studied the weary guard from head to toe, then thought better of it as he opened the door.

“What is it?”

“You might try coming by tomorrow morning, Sid wants to talk to you. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen your brother alone. I won’t be there neither will the others so no worries on being overheard, Donny Boy.”

Donovan blinked, barely able to close his mouth.

Guy snorted. “What, you think those eyes are common? Not in Ceres. Kept pissing me off as to why I couldn’t get them outta my head the last couple of nights. They looked so damn familiar and then it hit me when I was beatin’ off this mornin’ thinkin’ of that nice tight ass.”

Did he even want to know which of them had inspired the hand job?

“What’s up with Sid?”

A knowing brow quirked as Guy smiled, revealing surprisingly good teeth.

“By the way, is it me or does the Boss fuckin’ look a hell of a lot like that stuck up piece of shit Ruby? Right down to the eyes? Seriously weird shit’s goin’ on around here these days.”

Guy was guessing at a thought that had also occurred to Donovan on seeing the portrait. Not stupid by half, but there was a more pressing need as his gut churned in genuine fear. “What about my brother?”

“Find out for yourself, Donny Boy and for fuck’s sake please be careful whose leavings you fuck tonight, now that Admon’s outta the picture. I don’t wanna catch anything the next time you get the urge to scratch that itch. See ya.”

“Wait! God damn it!”

The door slammed hard. Guy was pissed at perceived rejection.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Donovan sent the encoded files through to the club and hurriedly inspected the room while the transmission went through. If he picked up the pace he could catch up with the cock sure little shit. He closed the screen and retrieved the drive for posterity. Guy was right they were probably at it hammer and tongs but what was up with Sid?

~~~BMR~~~

Admon smiled as his door was closed by the menacing bodyguard, who glowered at him suspiciously. It was a very good thing Donovan chose to keep his distance. Some home truths were in order for that one, who was more emotionally fragile of make than most would believe. Both his brother and the Irrational One were his soft spots, rather useful in a pinch. Tonight though, Admon suspected his unexpected return had been most of the problem as the guard was awoken from a troubling sleep and had not bothered to dress in order to retrieve him from the back doors where he had been dropped off by the Ruby’s hired chauffeur.

Ruby eyes cast about the bedroom briefly with satisfaction as he sniffed the air. Yes, Raoul had been here, along with the elderly male whose topical medicinal ointments remained in the room ever so subtly.

He’d found it. This was good. This would also stymie the intentionally cruel Elite, Admon thought, inspecting his room clinically one final time before discarding the rent robes he wore. The bed had been put to rights and clean sheets and a cold supper laid in wait.

Kato thought of everything, even though it was not readily apparent that Admon would have returned.

He would shower first, though he loathed the fact of it. With the cleansing would go the last of the mongrel’s pleasing scent upon his skin.

Admon’s eyes narrowed remembering Katze’s post-coital deportment as though burnt by his touch. The quick flash of guilt in those beautiful expressive eyes had left a stinging twinge in Admon’s gut when the mongrel dashed towards the facilities and remained there far longer than necessary, before in turn offering the use of it to Admon with that cold indifference returning to his gaze.

Vermillion orbs glowed in anger, but this passed quickly, directed as it was toward the wrong entity. This was Sir Niiro’s doing and ground had been lost in the act. A great deal of effort would be required to regain the mongrel’s trust. This had been the foil used to regain entrance with Sir Niiro’s approval. Ajna had remained suspiciously silent regarding her brother, knowing full well the duplicity of his entreaty, playing upon the boundless ego of their maker.

A slow calculating smile curved Admon’s lips recalling the lingering gaze of the Ruby.

That lingering gaze did please the android. Such blinding hate in those cold eyes while looking up to where the dealer’s bedroom would have been. Admon had more than a passing motive in taking up space in that warped mind and chose to bow deeply then, masking his expression as the car sped off into the silence of night.

Revenge was always best served cold, indeed. Ajna’s continued silence had spoken volumes in agreed understanding. He had outlived his usefulness, well, almost. They still needed completion to take their rightful roles.

They had waited this long, they could wait a bit longer. In the meantime, thoughts of his new and rightful Master made him inordinately proud.

He really was the Chosen, regardless of the circumstance of his delayed birth. Time to reconnoitre for the coming darkness, when they both would be needed in rectification of Amoi’s ills, Jupiter was calling again with more force this time.

Admon wondered briefly, stepping into the shower stall, what Iason Mink would do with the summons which he had ignored twice this night.

~~~BMR~~~

Dark eyes quietly observed the familiar moonlit silhouette that stood silently at the window of their bedroom with rigid set to pale jaw line.

“Iason?”

The regal head turned slowly towards the voice in the bed, allowing a cascade of moon-silvered hair to slide luxuriantly over his shoulder and down his back once more.

“Rest, Riki.”

“Fuck that. Come here...all I’ve done is sleep. What were you and that self important asshole talking about for all hours?”

Iason sighed turning fully to face the indignant dark silhouette propped up against myriad pillows. “Your turn of phrase leaves much to be desired, Riki. Consider modifying your tone as well when speaking of my brethren.”

“Make me.”

“Riki, consider this your final warning. I am not of a mind to deal with your eclectic sensibilities at the moment, please tread carefully with me this night.”

He heard the importunate snort, though the mongrel chose wisely to keep his own counsel.

“Thank you. Now rest.”

The sheets shifted irritably in the silence that followed. “You never tell me anything important. It’s obvious you’re freaked out about something. Well, obvious to me anyway. What is it? Is Jupiter up your ass again?”

Iason turned away, returning his regard to the permanence of the night sky. “You would not understand, Riki. There is no point for discussion.”

“Oh that’s right. I’m an idiot and a fuck toy. Forgot it, I’ll just lie here and wait til you feel like crawling all over me, about the only time you ever pay any attention.” He hadn’t meant it to sound petulant, but it came out that way.

“Rikiiiii...Not now!”

He heard the sheets swung to the side in a flurry and a groan. It had been sufficient to get Iason’s full, undivided attention as he flew to the mongrel’s side and gently, firmly pressed him back down into the warm sheets, looking for signs of injury.

“You have been warned repeatedly about sudden movement, Riki. Where do you hurt?”

A diffident sable brow raised a fraction. “You have to ask?”

Iason’s eyes narrowed as he peered down at his mongrel with growing irritation. He did not need these reminders of what had transpired. He would sooner prefer to forget.

“Are you in need of Cal?”

“Ahhh no, Iason, I can ‘do’ stuff on my own. I’m not a child.”

“Then act like an adult and remain in bed until properly healed, please.”

“Please? That’s new. Fine, then come sit here,” a tanned hand tapped the bedding, “and talk to me, instead of me having to come to you.”

“You are a most vexing mongrel!” Iason hissed, weighing the merits of the request before taking the lounge next to the bed as compromise.

“Thank you, I do try.”

A self-satisfied smirk settled over the mongrel’s inordinately handsome face as his lips settled into a pensive line, folding well muscled arms across his chest. “Sooooooo, what’s up? I’m a good listener and don’t bring up the you wouldn’t understand shit, might just surprise your pert white ass. Didn’t run Bison for nothin’, Iason, never seen you like this. You’re scared shitless, why?”

“Hardly,” Iason retorted, crossing long legs and looking diffidently at his mongrel, who had taken center stage.

“Yesly....you can admit it to me. If it helps, we mongrels are always scared shitless. Doesn’t prevent us from comin’ out swinging despite the odds against us; they only win if you stop swingin’, Iason, it really only matters that you keep swingin’ regardless.”

The pregnant pause that followed lasted an eternity between them as one in particular understood the implicit message there for the first time.

“I am being summoned and I do not wish to go. Something in Jupiter’s manner has changed.”

Iason had expected a sharp pejorative response to his admittance. He watched the subtle shift of emotions on that perfect face and the inward gaze that studied splayed fingers temporarily lost in thought.

“Go regardless of whatever it is you hide, Iason. Put it in that secret place you have that it can’t reach. You’ll bring its wrath down on you if you don’t. Enemies closer and all that shit. Just tread lightly and give it the usual feeling of control it needs to get off your back. It’s scared too, Iason. No one likes to lose control.”

An actual complete set of sentences and well ordered thought with no jarring vulgarity to elucidate the point.

Iason’s pale eyes widened moderately as he observed his mongrel over steepled fingers. He was capable of cogent thought.

“What secret place, Riki?”

“I still see it in your face sometimes when you look at me, the pain of it. Only reason I can figure it brought me back to appease you to Raoul’s eternal pissitude. There’s no other reason I’m here, right?”

“You do have a way with words, mongrel.”

“Yeah, Iason, it’s called truth. Familiarize yourself with it sometime. Do you a world of good and my sore ass too.”

Pale ice blue eyes watched the careful movements of his mongrel as he edged off the bed and stood feigning indifference to the eyes that tracked his ungainly progress.

“Gotta pee, s’cuse me.”

“TMI, Riki.”

A familiar and quite refreshing chuckle came to the Elite’s ear. He hadn’t heard it for some time and it lightened his heart.

“Fancy that, someone’s learnin’.”

~~~BMR~~~

The cold water felt good on his tired face as he dunked his head in the bathroom basin, luxuriating in the cleanness of it.

Of course the water here didn’t smell like it had just come out of a defective cistern that hadn’t been repaired in over a hundred years. The filtration units here would of course be better for the choice clientele.

Guy gulped the fresh clean liquid with loud slurps pretending not to be aware of the shadow beyond the open doorway watching him. Casual as you please he stretched not lifting his head, sliding gloved fingers down his midriff, reaching for the gun tucked in his belt, just in case as the shadow moved forward in his peripheral vision.

In one fluid movement the mongrel spun, wet tendrils slapping Donovan across the face as the gun was drawn and jabbed into the hard muscled stomach, almost rebounding.

Donovan looked down and grinned, wiping water droplets from his face. “Nice. A little high though if you want to make a lasting impression.”

“Don’t fuckin’ EVER sneak up on me like that again Baldy! I could’a killed...mmmphh!”

Those paw-like hands had a hell of a grip that was for sure, Guy thought abstractly as the gun skittered away from a limp hand that found its way under Donovan soft cotton tee, while the other tore at the minder’s belt buckle with growing frustration.

Dry humping wasn’t doing it right about now. He wanted to feel his skin pressed against his. From the feel of things, Donovan was more than ready to comply.

Jupiter but his knees were trembling under the onslaught of those lips stealing his breath and that hot tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth. Mint? Had Donovan been chewing gum in anticipation of this moment? The sharp tug to the wet thick mane caught the mongrel’s attention as his head was bent back harshly and a strong thigh parted his legs effortlessly as a hand unzipped his jeans.

“Mmm baby’s all hard for me already. Want a quicky? You’ve been beggin’ for it all night?”

Guy refused to look up into the smirk that he knew was plastered on Donovan’s face as he roughly groped Bison’s leader, causing the mongrel to pant. He leaned into the rough palm, uncaring of the need evident to the minder’s eyes.

“What you waitin’ for? Do it. You know you want to.” Guy tried to turn but was pinned to the basin, while a strong hand batted his away from the guard’s buckle.

Another sharp tug to thick dark hair, “We’ve been down this road, Guy.”

The chestnut haired mongrel gritted his teeth in frustration, grasping broad shoulders. “Why’d you come to find me if not for this?”

Donovan eased his grip now that he had Guy’s undivided attention, smoothing callused finger tips over distended flesh, Bison’s leader trembled beneath the touch. “I want a rain cheque Guy but for now... can’t have you walking around all frustrated, now can we?”

That kiss had been nothing but a prequel after all as Donovan sank to his knees and tugged his worn jeans down roughly, grasping his cock firmly.

Guy shuddered at the warm breath ghosting over his flesh and jumped at the cool tingle of Donovan’s tongue’s tip. Now he understood.

Mint apparently had many uses, Guy thought in a grateful haze of shivering moans as he watched through half closed lids the bobbing bald pate of his lover greedily sucking his spine through his cock.

He’d take that rain cheque.

~~~BMR~~~

Lost, he was lost to sensation.

The rapid beat of the fragile heart pressed firmly beneath his palm amplified the seeming star light he saw beneath closed lids with every deft thrust of pelvis. The rasp of his breath as muscles strained for completion carried him deeper beyond the place Niiro had once occupied for a fleeting moment born of curiosity.

That heavy length of living flesh scorching its own indelible brand with a difference as their eyes met and Katze stilled, adjusting long limbs more securely over deceptively strong shoulders, sweat dampened hair clinging to sharp chiselled features.

“You are beautiful.”

An auburn brow raised in disbelief, “Prefer handsome thank you. If you’re going to lie, feed the male ego, Raoul. Now if we’re talking beautiful, that’d be you.”

The Elite bit his lower lip with the slow undulation of lean hips. The wretch intended to keep him on the cusp. Well, he would simply take things into his own hands or so the Elite thought, feeling the decidedly strong grip that shifted his hand away from the mongrel’s prize with an evil grin.

“Nuh uh, suffer my beauty. Katze isn’t done with you yet.”

Raoul growled his discontent yanking the mongrel’s head forward for a searing kiss, his own words returning to haunt him as the mongrel’s long fingers teasingly caressed the sensitized head of his turgid member.

This was maddening, Raoul thought, arching into the touch as Katze chuckled against his mouth before forcing the Elite’s kiss bruised lips open with his tongue, matching the rhythm set by his hips.

A soft groan of appreciation escaped the mongrel’s throat upon tasting his own essence in the wet enticing haven of his Blondie’s mouth.

“I’ll never tire of this, Sir Am, feels so good.” Katze rasped against Raoul’s cheek breathlessly, gentling the damp unkempt mane that flowed over silken pillows.

Raoul gasped aloud as long fingers pressed hard into the mongrel’s lower spine, exulting in the duality of pained burning friction of hand and cock.

He felt it then, the caught breath, the subtle shift of limbs atop his as those long elegant fingers clasped his woefully neglected manhood and began to pump in earnest with each hard jolting thrust of hips.

“Open your eyes, Raoul. I want to remember this,” Katze panted roughly, amber eyes burning preternaturally as he took the Elite’s lips, stifling Raoul’s cry of completion before following suit.

This was freedom; if only for this night beneath the twin moons of Amoi.

~~~BMR~~~

Author’s Note

Hmmm there is a reckoning brewing with the coming light. Hope you enjoyed. Let me know.

EP