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 – 31 of ?

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“No enterprise is more likely to succeed than one
concealed from the enemy until it is ripe for execution.”
~~~
Niccolo Machiavelli

Chapter 31 of ? – Bathed in Moonlight (Post OVA)

Sleepy eyes lazily travelled the small darkened room automatically looking to the shadowed corners for signs of movement and found none. Tense coiled muscles finally relaxing beneath the threadbare cover that once was a vibrant blue now the mottled gray of time and use.

Continuing to listen intently to the sounds of night as he knew it, Guy released an audible sigh as his ears picked up the echoes of footsteps on the street below. The occasional thrum of an engine and the shattering of glass marked the passage of various denizens returned from their respective night of reverie, all crawling back to their own bolt holes away from the light of coming day and prying eyes looking for new quarry to prey on.

More to the point, Guy listened for the sounds that were not. No one approached. Safe for another night in this ram shackled factory, despite what Donovan thought.

No one could scale it without warning in the form of loud screams or diluted curses as whole sections would cave in about the intruders. Guy chuckled to himself, remembering a few make shift riggings. Okay so the boys and he had helped it along here and there.

Fuck Donovan if he missed the obvious with his spoilt existence. Let’s see him survive out here without a place to call his own, pampered prick.

There really was only one way to get in safely, through the front and invited. Uninvited, it was a guaranteed death sentence as a few had found out the hard way by being skewered on metal scaffolding. The corpse abandoned by a rival gang had stunk after a few days in the hot sun, but it served as an excellent reminder to the dim witted of Ceres.

Bison stepped around it in full view each night and headed for the club with marked indifference to its existence and stench, loudly betting on what the vermin would leave for their sight upon return.

Ten days to its being stripped to bone. Fuck that had been nasty to smell, never did know what became of the white bones that just disappeared one night without a trace. Someone had finally gotten brave, but co-incidence or not, no one had hit on the place since then, although he still heard the rumours about the cannibals of Bison.

Infamous press was good press and kept your edge.

Guy looked up to the damp patch above the worn chair on the ceiling and smiled. Things were looking up. No rain tonight a blessing. Rising completely from the lumpy cot with a cold shiver he pulled the cover about him tightly, padding towards the window.

As always, he approached from the side his lazgun never more than a meter from his reach. Never hurts to be cautious. The last vehicle had stopped.

Fuck but the tile was cold beneath his bare feet. He shivered again and rethought the idea of maybe just this once he would sleep in his clothing, but he’d be sleeping in wet jeans. They wouldn’t be dry til morning and they were his only pair. He sure as hell wasn’t sleeping in his leathers more likely than not to chafe. Anyway, he had plans for those come tomorrow night. Wanted them pristine along with the one good white tee he had permanently borrowed from Luke tonight. His lip looked like it’d heal up good too, serves him right for arguing the point. He’d’ve never given Riki the Dark backchat!

Guy moved the thin dusty curtain for want of better words and noted the distinctive muscle vehicle. His eyes narrowed.

Donovan really pissed him off sometimes. Just didn’t know how to read him. Yeah so in the silence, by himself, he could admit it, he was jealous of the overgrown bastard and what made matters worse he wanted a piece of him badly. It had been wholly hell sitting in the box with him tonight just imagining. No takers apparently but there were fringe benefits.

The fucker had just left after that with a parting kiss and soft too. God he hated how his eyes smiled though his face remained rigid and indifferent at his touch. Okay so he had tried after a few minutes to maybe let him know that it would have been cool to continue from there, wasn’t exactly feeling particular about surroundings. It wasn’t as if they were lovers or anything.

The Bodyguard had simply refused him with a wink and zipped him up with a final kiss of parting bidding him a good night’s sleep like he was some God damn...well, whatever.

Guy closed his eyes and moaned softly bracing his forehead against the cold wall, feeling the rise of telltale heat in his lower extremities at the delicious thought of the big beautiful ox naked and compliant. What he wouldn’t give to have the minder bent over the low bar in his quarters, that tight well muscled ass exposed just for him.

Jupiter but it felt good to coil his fingers around his rapidly lengthening cock, while imagining the slick heat just beyond that tight puckered entrance. He just knew Donovan never allowed it, too much of a control junkie. Guy intended to fuck him raw tomorrow night. See if he liked how it felt to be taken unawares with no prep, despite the offer.

Guy’s glazed eyes never left the vehicles hard top as he began palming swollen flesh with growing urgency, soft pants escaping dry parted lips. Bison’s leader’s trembling legs splayed seeking balance, allowing the coverlet to slowly slip from his shoulders as he fucked his hand in earnest, visions of Donovan groaning in pleasure through gritted teeth fuelling his ardour as he came falling to an ungainly heap upon the cold floor.


~~~BMR~~~

And he called this a hideout?

Donovan cut the engine, looking about him critically. No body heat from the sensors other than the six in the immediate building, one of which was upstairs - Guy and awake apparently with not much on by the looks of things. Apparently he hadn’t taken care of things well enough by the free show he just got. Either that or the boy really had stamina - promising.

Sharp white teeth grinned in the darkness of the smoked mirrored vehicle, a thick palm suggestively laid in the bodyguard’s lap.

He was upright again and heading for the hall, probably for that pathetic bathroom. Muscles were giving off the kind of heat that only registered with tension and or wakefulness. Guy was thinking again, very dangerous. Totally quixotic mind, first a hand job and then plotting in the blink of an eye. When did he actually sleep? No wonder he looked like shit so often.

Nah, he was here to see Sid. That body would wait for tomorrow night, when he had more than enough time to slowly torture the little shit and leave him nothing more than an exhausted bundle of quivering nerve endings.

Donovan chuckled to himself and holstered two of his favourites in preparation to get out and deal. Yeah, infinitely preferable, the thought of Guy nothing but shimmering sweat dewed skin, a delicious panting mess of sinew begging for more as he plundered his loosened hole a second time without the bullshit arguments that was always a precursor to sex with them. There was a reason he didn’t have a pairing partner.

Kinda weird, he’d always had staying power with most of his bed-warmers, but this one was a rare little challenge. Even that first time, not optimal in the least had made him want more, but under different circumstances. The little shit was seriously sexy when he got hot and bothered and let go. Possibly one of the best fucks he’d had recently.

The minder adjusted his belt, becoming uncomfortably aware of where his thoughts were headed. Straight to Guy’s make-shift bedroom at this rate, that cot did not stand a chance and he didn’t much care for tile burns on his knees.

He smoothed his breathing, consciously putting the thoughts away of Guy naked and at his mercy. It was just going to be repeat performance of the first time if he didn’t get himself under control and soon. That little bastard had a way of pushing every button he owned mentally with one result.

What the fuck was he doing here anyway, really? He should wait until morning to see Sid. Donovan looked up again, Guy had decided to fold his arms across his chest and give him the finger. He was daring him to come up and do something about it. The silvery glint of his personal com in the offending hand making the dubious offer, he could think of better uses for those long fingers.

Donovan snorted and reached for his com. This was so not a good idea after all.

He heard the click on the other end and soft breathing. “Soooo why’re you here, Baldy, nothing at the club to your likin’ tonight?”

“Such a tease standing there lookin all flushed in the moonlight. Bet I know what you’ve been doing. Can smell you from here, baby....makes me wanna do all kinds of things to that ripe little mouth of yours.”

“Fuck you!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you were. What position? Was I any good?”

“When I ream you, you’ll remember, Baldy.”

“Come down here and sit on Donny’s lap, Baby. I’ll give you something to work off all that tension and fill the void.”

Donovan earthy goad sent a desultory shiver through the chestnut haired mongrel body and straight to his shaft. He had to fight not to sail down the stairs like a good little dog at his master’s beckon.

“As if, Donny Boy. You want it so bad. Come up. Let me break you in for tomorrow night. I won’t go easy on you.”

Donovan’s eyes narrowed speculative, ignoring the barely contained rage in the hiss, Guy was breathing hard now, any minute he’d be touching himself again. The minder closed his own eyes tightly and wiped a paw-like hand across his face. This was insane. Why did this always happen? From zero to a hundred, he had better control than this. He could ignore the urge but not for much longer. Donovan knew himself well enough. It wouldn’t take much more before he stormed that damn derelict building for a piece of moon-kissed ass.

“Keep it tight for me, baby. You know Donny likes to take his time. You’re worth it.”

“Stop calling me...BABY!”

Seriously if fed right and with due application of disciplined physical exercise, he’d be a prize little catch in bed and out. Definitely wouldn’t have minded kinda stickin’ with that body for a time at least. Even if the mouth went with it, then again that mouth had its perks too and somewhere in all that righteous indignation was a brain too.

“But it suits you, baby. I particularly like it when you get all pouty ‘cause you have no fuckin’ idea what you really want from me, but fortunately I do. Night baby, sleep tight. Oh and speaking of tight, wear the leather does wonders for your ass.”

This pissing contest could go on all night. Decision made, the Bodyguard gunned the engine. It was safer this way and anyway he needed sleep. Sid could wait ‘til morning. He was asleep, no point waking him up now anyway. Kid could sleep through a firestorm and had on more than one occasion.

Guy blinked in disbelief as the connection was abruptly severed. He heard the engine roar to life. The chestnut haired mongrel cursed under his breath and watched with an unexpected wrench to his gut at the sight of the vehicle speeding away into the night.

Challenge met and denied...again.

What the hell did he mean by he knew what he really wanted...since when? It wasn’t as if he even fuckin’ knew what he wanted much less! Smug shit.

Angry, confused gray eyes rose to the ever present twin silent guardians of the night. They were at perigee tonight and shimmered like search lights through the thin dusty linen that served as curtain. Pale lost eyes watched the silver gray creep across the floor, over the mildewed armchair to the foot of the bed in silence.

Jupiter but the cold had returned to his limbs, eating away inside.

He looked to the cold, lumpy cot. So much for warm skin against his to stave off the night’s chill. Spooning had its uses, even though the fucker liked to pet his hair all absent like before sleep. He’d have to remember to wash it. Kinda soothing though; maybe tomorrow night he’d indulge the pompous shit and let him.

Walking slowly to the cot, Guy folded long legs under him and covered up with the thin blanket that scratched his skin. He sniffed it and snorted, glad of the reprieve. It needed washing too. The last thing he needed was to see Mr Pristine stick up his nose at the idea of having that touch his perfectly inked skin.

Nah, it was better this way, Guy thought flopping onto the pillow and studying his naked feet beneath the moons glow absently. Donovan had gone back to where he belonged to sleep comfortably on a good bed, beneath clean sheets, maybe with uncomplicated company he preferred.

Guy’s stomach gurgled, needed to see about more rations tomorrow. The kitchen would still be open for the bastard when he got in. Yeah, a place where he had position, where no one challenged him and he was respected simply for being the No.1 of Scarface.

The Boss never looked at anyone else with respect. Donovan was partner not pawn. Those same eyes when they passed to him still held venom, not quite what King Blondie felt but close enough for Guy to always have to watch his back and bat cautiously around the redhead.

Common denominator – Riki the Dark; they both loved him but in different ways. Where Iason simply wanted him dead on principle, Katze was awaiting the prime opportunity to dispense with him, preferably in the line of fire with a healthy dose of deniability for his actions.

Kinda funny that. Riki still protected him. He was the only reason, Guy knew, he remained alive.

Folding well muscled arms behind his head, Guy began to smirk. Donovan had seriously pissed off the redhead by taking up with him as occasional fuck toy. Also gave him another unexpected ace in the hole before the bodyguard’s interests’ inevitable wane.

He’d seen it tonight in Donovan’s gaze both frightened and livid as he glared at Iason then back at Guy with a murderous glance of warning.

Interesting, not really sure to make of that, maybe that was why the exceptional blowjob that had turned his spine to gelatine. Maybe Donny Boy kinda liked him just a little more than just a convenient hole to poke when in need of relief, though that was acceptable too. It’s not like he was bad at it, far from it. When he got himself going he was all about the touching verging on madness at times, clearly losing track of what he was suppose to be doing to his victim. Okay victim was the wrong word...more like partner in the care he took to please.

He’d felt it this second time tonight in that parting kiss that pretty much turned him inside out and left him standing there with what he knew was a dumbass look on his face. Donovan’s smug smile and raised brow said it all as he sauntered off back into the darkness, leaving Guy breathless.

Fuck but he hated him, so damned confusing with the mixed messages. Guy touched his lips with a wistful grin remembering. They’d been so warm, soft and sticky. The brush of that tongue against his mouth sending shivers through him. It hadn’t just been the taste of himself upon Donovan’s lips, but the heat of that body in the sealing kiss and the grind of the bodyguard’s hardened cock against his thigh in promise.

Sighing softly in the darkness, Guy’s lids grew heavy, knowing he’d have let Donovan do whatever to him there and then, if another of those kisses were on offer.

Heavy limbed and unaccountably warm, Bison’s leader curled onto his side suddenly relatively content.

If he listened intently enough to the still of the night, Guy could hear sudden movement below and the impromptu card came as Luke and Sid, pissed to raw eyeballs joked and egged each other on in that high pitched whisper particular to the drunk and well meaning. They’d all had a good night. Pay meant food, booze and sex. Two for three wasn’t bad for a good night’s work. The third would be rectified at the club tomorrow night for all, except Guy wasn’t gonna have to pay for his.

Guy chuckled. Those two had been baiting each other for some time now, Sid and Luke. Wonder if Donovan knew his baby brother was getting some. Albeit irregularly but still. Somehow he knew Donny Boy would not be pleased.

Such a weird fuck, still didn’t know what to make of his game plan, but if he wanted to play, sure as hell wasn’t gonna turn him down, so long as he wasn’t playing poke the android with that smug piece of shit, Admon.

Guy yawned and stretched languidly.

God he hated that fucker. All pretty and clean and perfect to the eye. There was something definitely off with him. Almost like he really wasn’t here half the time, all he ever did was watch with those eerie fucked up eyes of his and waiting, but for what? She wasn’t any better. Scary bitch for sure, reminded him too much of Iason.

Admon definitely had an agenda now that he gave it thought. He could see why the Boss favoured him too. It wasn’t just his spectacular looks. Scarface kept everything close, even his enemies.

What did that say about him, who he kept at an intentional distance, most often giving him orders through Donovan, instead of directly; that distance probably fuelled by that one stupid move a week ago in propositioning the redhead?

What had possessed him, the Boss of all people? Especially when it was obvious, someone and an Elite no less, had already docked that port in more ways than one as the holographic capture validated.

Katze loathed Guy. He’d just made it worse.

Guy opened one gray eye and looked down at his right thigh and snorted. Looked so damn innocent now all flaccid and indifferent to the cool night air but a few hours back it had been all he could think about, getting that leg over. Well kinda, but not really.

“Never listenin’ to you again! You’ll be the death of me.”

Okay so how stupid was he for talkin’ to his dick like it was a child? It did kinda innocent though, sorta like yellin’ at Sid when he’d eaten too many of the rations meant to last for a week.

Guy blinked into the darkness with furrowed brows, tossing the loosened wealth of chestnut hair to one side. At least it kept his neck warm, aside from being Donovan’s favourite thing. Well second favourite thing next to slowly, torturously shoving that thick monster up his ass.

Baldy had more patience than Guy did at times, but it was always worth it when he started ramming for dear life, taking Guy’s breath as his mind splintered from the pleasure of the jolt within his body when Donovan repeatedly hit that sweet spot as reward for his patience.

Felt so damn good the burn, the weight of him, heavy, pulsing, alive within his body and without, the softness of skin atop his and the careful way Donovan touched and kissed every available inch of skin he could find.

Donovan paid attention, even when he didn’t have to.

Guy rose abruptly from the cot in sudden realization. Sooooooo not what he should be thinking about, period.

He marched to the door and swung it open, glad of the freezing air in the hallway as he headed for the bathroom to rectify the fourth hard on for the night. For once the cold frigid water was a benefit as he stood under it finding his mind returning to Sid and Donovan but with a difference.

Fuck they were nothing alike. He was just a willowy yes man prone to being ill. What the fuck was he keeping him around for but for the extras the Boss always saw fit to give, including medicine to quiet the voices in his head. What the fuck was that about? The last two times, the Boss had come himself. Was he ever going to tell Guy Sid was related to Donovan? Guess not, had to find that out for himself by accident.

Two minutes. That was the allotted time as leader in the prized shower. The others got a minute every few days. He couldn’t waste it this way. He’d need it for tomorrow. Guy closed the lever after thirty seconds. It had worked.

God he hated Donovan! Riki had never made him this insane on any level. He’d better not have gone back to Admon, there would be Jupiter to pay if he did just to scratch that itch that belonged to him now.

~~~BMR~~~

Katze shifted his body beneath the warm sheets and away from the preternaturally warm Blondie who had flung an arm out in sleep across his chest with furrowed brows. The dealer’s lips curled in a half smile as he slowly sat up and studied the fingers that drifted down the silken sheets towards his thigh before returning to the Elite’s side innocently. Katze leaned forward slightly observing that extraordinarily handsome face silhouetted by the pale moons light from the skylight above. Rapid eye movement beneath lids, the breathing remained deep, definitely asleep but without the furrowed brows as before.

A full blown smile now touched the dealer’s pale lips understanding the stray hand for what it was. Even in sleep, Raoul was checking his whereabouts subconsciously, possessive bastards Elites. He felt for Riki. They were all like this about perceived ownership. Like it or not, it was part of their makeup and at the moment, rather endearing.

Still he needed a smoke and the privacy of the silence. Pale amber studied the closed balcony doors. He sniffed. Fuck but the room smelt like what this place was... a whore house, appealingly erotic and musky during, but definitely not after.

The room needed airing. He couldn’t, wouldn’t let Kato face this in the morning. Anyway he really did need that smoke to clear his mind. A lot had gone on tonight. He still had a promise or two to keep for morning, none of which had to do with the delectable being laying here dead to the world or his Excellency.

That soft smile took on a lascivious bent in smug reflection. Oh yeah, he’d laid his Blondie good and proper tonight as his back was currently reminding him in no uncertain terms. Katze edged off the bed in slow increments ever conscious of the sleeping form next to him as he carefully retrieved his robe from the foot of the bed.

Maybe adding a little weight training with Donovan was in order considering. His minder was always happy for another victim to torture in the gym. He’d see about arranging things in a day or so.

Sliding long tired limbs through the soft cool silk was heavenly, Katze thought turning to regard the still sleeping Blondie as he tied the sash of his robe with a pensive expression. Breathing still looked to be even but something in the face had changed, maybe it was the angle now that he had arisen. No eye movement at all but the jaw had markedly tensed as if listening for something.

A suspicious auburn brow arched a fraction but the mongrel said nothing, selecting to focus instead on his purposefully silently footfalls towards the small rear balcony. He stopped by the end table to its side and carefully withdrew a slim revolver, holding his breath as he cocked it before opening the doors.

It was the unexpected softness of the air not the dazzling shafts of moonlight that caught the dealer’s attention first. He blinked accustoming his eyes to the brightness of the twins. They were in perigee tonight, no longer blunted by the atmosphere in their nearness nor that of the heavy bulletproof drapery.

Pocketing the gun, Katze sighed and stepped out into the cool night air inhaling deeply. He heard the unified hiss and slide of trained lasers. Good. The usual perfunctory nod to the three guards below and then the two above as a matter of course, set rigid shoulders at relative ease.

Looking down at the small table and chair, the dealer smiled and sat, crossing his legs with a tired sleepy groan. Kato had his uses. He forgot nothing. There they were his life savers, Black Nocturnes and a ready light. All that was missing was a dark, rich full bodied brew to clear his fogged brain for the day ahead.

“I see it will be necessary to actively discourage Kato’s enabling of this destructive habit of yours, Katze. I will have need of your lung capacity in future. Age is not kind to the unenhanced of the humanoid species, particularly in matters of endurance.”

The dealer snickered softly before pointedly blowing gossamer tendrils of smoke absently into the night, admiring their ebb and visual flow into nothingness.

Katze never bothered to turn and acknowledge the resonant baritone that came from the doorway, instead the dealer answered softly.

“Enjoy the now, Sir Am. It’s what we have. Don’t complicate things.”

Katze tensed, anticipating some manner of rebuke for his impudence.

The retort came unexpectedly in the form of long, hot fingers gliding in a mesmerizing fashion over his shoulders, kneading them sporadically. Katze’s limbs slackened in pleasure, leaning heavily back into the welcomed touch.

“Nice.”

Closing his eyes, Katze moaned his appreciation, extending his own hand to caress the smooth skinned forearm beneath the pads of his fingers in the silent communion shared.

“I simply wish to keep you sound, Katze. You are quite right. Tomorrow is promised to no one, not even a Blondie who might soon find himself in disfavour.”

Katze’s hand stilled momentarily caught by the words spoken, woefully aware of the tension within the broad, elegant hands that still massaged his shoulders more slowly now. The dealer lifted the hand to his lips, “Not on my watch, Sir Am, I won’t allow that. Not because of me.”

“I am being summoned Katze. You cannot help me with this. In fact, you must stay out of it, your turn to follow my lead.”

“Knowledge is power, Sir Am of course I will help if I can. Jupiter is curious.”

“Do you mean about the legend or what you keep so well hidden?”

The dealer stiffened markedly for the first time turning to face the entity that regarded him knowingly. For a moment words failed the redhead as he looked up into now pale green moon-kissed eyes and wondered. That truly exquisite countenance framed by a wealth of tousled gold and lit to infinite perfection by the moons’ light, held a wealth of feeling and demanded trust, just for a moment before smoothing into a glacier like hardness.

He already knew what would come next. The one thing he had tried to avoid, his fall from stolen grace.

“Yes Katze, Kato has shown me your quite substantial library. Now tell me where you fit and what is it you truly hide about yourself. It is the only way I can continue to protect you. I’ve always found it curious as to why I never found the records of your birth. At first I dismissed the anomaly and assumed the usual bureaucratic incompetence Ceres’ is infamous for held sway.”

Long fingers lifted the mongrel’s chin, gently stroking over the scarred cheek. “Now, I begin to believe otherwise. Could this charade of yours be the reason for your covert visits to Guardian? Why you fell from grace with Iason all those years ago? Who are you, Katze of Ceres? Tell me what you hide.”

~~~BMR~~~

She finally understood why Admon enjoyed this task. Smoothing, carding, combing with bare fingers before brushing the damp tresses to an inhuman sheen that flowed like a river over broad shoulders before the final braiding that marked the end of his toilette.

At times unruly, this crown of molten embers that crowned the Ruby’s head defined him in its fluidity and grace, but there was an unnatural edge to the waves of spun silk. A poisonous hue not only of virulent crimson, but tinged with sulphuric highlights that deepened its light.

Attending it and its equally quixotic owner had been Admon’s pleasure. A task he once took pride in. It was his sister’s duty now.

Ajna saw it as inefficient but recognized the shift in mood of the Elite towards equanimity while being groomed. He was far less inclined to snap and spit and spark with vituperations as he was massaged into passivity, almost somnambulistic in his musings with the repetitive pressure of brush and hand.

Sir Niiro was closer to self then. Prone to pleasantries and abstract thoughts sometimes even whimsical in his sharing of unlike most of his brethren, who chose to keep a modicum of distance between themselves and those who served the Chosen of Jupiter.

“He chose him, a mongrel. I still do not understand, Ajna. Perhaps your observations can shed some light. It is your forte after all.”

She bent forward and retrieved the comb from the dressing stand, weighing her words, keen dark ruby eyes literally studying the subtle lights of the Elite’s aura for what they were. He was passive in this moment, but that very same passivity could easily change within a credits notice.
Truth well founded but circumspect would do. It would have been the way Admon chose. She had to blank her expression briefly as her brother’s quiet resonance touched her mind.
‘Be the mirror, nothing more, nothing less; we still need him.’

‘Agreed. Do you still have it?’

‘Of course, in a manner of speaking; It continues to call.’

‘I know. Have you deciphered it yet?’

‘No. Be cautious, he attends.’

“Ajna? Do stop conversing with your brother. It is rather impolite and is giving me a headache. Your ‘accents’ for want of better words, are not conducive to an Elite’s orderly mind what with the flitting back and forth of imagery in lieu of speech, entire thoughts unfinished; most disconcerting for the enhanced biomechanical brain, unused to such illogical leaps.”

“They are not illogical to us, Sir Niiro, but I digress and we do apologize.”

“Excellent. Now, say good night to him. He has work to do and a full report to give in the morning. Answer my question pertaining to that failed mass of recombinant DNA that is the offspring of the First One.”

“The challenge of his intellect, Sir Niiro along with his atypical physicality as mongrel would spark an interest. Their respective lineage, however distant, would also be a calling card, I should think.”

Ajna parted three thick ropes composed of soft vermillion strands and began the nightly weaving in silence.

“But Raoul is unaware of these facts. Well consciously anyway. I have never given him sufficient information to spark said interest you speak of, a touch of serendipity perhaps or the mark of another hand determined to see me fail?”

The Karinese’s eyes narrowed briefly as she contemplated the thick braid being wound from the base of the Elite’s neck. This was the best part watching the creation of a perfect set of rows, all equidistant in their waving twine, thinning by increments as it wended its way down the long, powerful back to coccyx.

“Jupiter would not invest in a perceived mongrel, Master. They are the thrash of a long forgotten species that has seen its best promise reached millennia ago.”

Sir Niiro regarded Ajna in the mirror for a fraction of a second with pursed lips as his eyes studied the subtle curves beneath the sheer robe. “Astute as always, Ajna, you will take rest with me tonight. I would find it pleasing.”

‘They were so predictable; One of the major flaws that would always remain in their makeup despite Jupiter’s best efforts to root out so base an instinctual humanoid drive. An aspect never countenanced by the AI. Yes, very reflective of the AI’s inability to perceive the core of the species it attempted to dominate. Jupiter was simply incapable of evolving, unlike its creations.’

Ajna sighed and contemplated the brush’s handle resting in her lap before placing it on the varnished surface of the table, marking closure to the nightly ritual.

Where did this overriding need to conquer the flesh of another because of emotions displaced and unrequited come from. So sad really, never to be sated no matter how faithfully pursued in the form of another, entirely missing the point other than the enjoyment of it.

Still, he was exceptional at pleasuring though, when in the mood. It had been weeks. A short sensual respite would be appreciated before slumber. She too was humanoid, but accepted this aspect of her nature and took pleasure in it.

“Of course, Sir Niiro, I live to serve you.”

A warm hand lifted to the porcelain face regarding him implacably in the mirror. He caressed her cheek meditatively.

“And serve you will, my dear. You are quite finished here. Disrobe and await further instructions. I wish to observe you beneath the pale moons light for inspiration.”

Ajna bowed, elegantly reversing so as not to give her back to her Master in disrespect as he rose and headed for the window.

He could be tiresome at times but that lingering gaze held promise. She never failed to reach her peak beneath his perfect form. She would share this night. It was the least she could do for the unrequited twin, giving final closure.


~~~BMR~~~

Their games never changed really Admon noted seated atop his bed with closed lids, long limbs in lotus.

Neither flawless form inspired lust in the android, it never did but something felt different tonight in her approach and the demands of the Elite, who chose to observe. He was different.

Admon’s thoughts shifted as he studied the single beam he allowed to enter through the heavy curtains that shrouded his window. Space for them to exchange forms in mind would be needed. They had neither practiced this act of deception for several years now. It would require unerring focus on both their parts. Ajna was always quicker on the draw in this ability to inveigle the transition as she pleasured herself in full view of her Master, who was still seeking inspiration.

Both Admon and she knew, though her form was exceptionally pleasing, a little extra effort would be involved to pique his interest beyond the rapidity of his breath and the feral movement of amber eyes that followed the wet fingers plunging between the slick lips of her vagina.

Admon chuckled to himself, hearing her thoughts, somewhat pejorative in tone as she scanned and predicted Niiro’s eye movements, tracking their real destination, pink puckered flesh. He stalked the bottom of the bed, awaiting his moment to strike as he lubricated three fingers in anticipation.

‘He is ready, Admon.’

If he only knew, Admon mused contentedly adrift in a sea of light, seeing his former Master through his sister’s eyes though she remained in anticipatory oestrus at their coupling her long curvy limbs opened fully in acceptance, spreading herself wider with the splayed fingers of one hand while continuing to stroke the engorged nub of her clit with rhythmic urgency.

It was now or never, she thought drifting down the channel of light that surrounded her, acknowledging the familiar flash of light that sped past her.

She closed her eyes then and patted the silken head between her legs that displaced her slicked fingers with a ravenous mouth intent on suckling. This was the delectable reward for enticement. The perfect finish as she bucked her hips in wanton abandon with each stroke of dexterous tongue prodding and probing her core without cessation.

Ajna gave over to Admon in that moment, a gift of full sentience in the act as they exchanged forms. She would rest for a time in her own sacred space between worlds and simply observe the two in coitus, hoping against hope that Admon would see for himself, the gift bestowed and in it, his final freedom.

The strawberry blonde quivered, his own limbs surrendering to the feel of those strong hands against his skin finally. Still, something, just something was different. Sir Niiro’s aura had changed markedly.

So carefully, so agilely the body beneath the Ruby was flipped onto its stomach.

Admon’s eyes flew open in sudden realization as his hips were raised and long fingers probed the heat of his body with growing urgency.

“That is it, my dear. Just relax and allowing me the pleasure of conquest, Admon. This is your dream after all. You will suffice.”

Sir Niiro had lied. He was more than capable of understanding their private language and the one ability thought hidden had been found. How long had the Ruby known?

His breath heavy now against Admon’s neck as he softly keening his pleasure as the tight ring of muscles slowly surrendered to the force and breadth of his hot pulsing girth.

“Oooooooooh Yeees... so lovely, Admon. You have been broken in nicely too, I see. Just think, Admon. You have been able to serve two Masters this day, my dear.”

“But...I ...you...wanted...”

“NEVER...” Niiro thrust his hips forward with a punishing stroke of cock into the tight orifice, almost insensate with delight as the form quivered beneath him in fear.

“EVER...”

The lancing pain was excruciating as the Elite slammed his substantial shaft deep into the android’s body unexpectedly, causing the Karinese to stiffen almost severing the dual bond shared between kin.

“EVER...”

Sir Niiro bit into Ajna’s shoulder blade harshly, sending shooting pains through Admon’s own while levering her hips upwards and onto his own distended flesh once more, exulting in the tight squeeze and discomforted shiver of limbs beneath him. His point had been made, deliciously so.

“AGAIN... I am not prey! Remember that, Ad Karin 003,” Niiro hissed through gritted teeth into the Karinese’s ear, thrusting his pelvis forward with each word of censure.

“Yes, Master....I won’t forget.”

“Excellent,” Niiro nuzzled the Ajna’s lobe, adjusting the taut limbs beneath him. He was so close, as was the body beneath his despite the brutality exacted upon the trembling form, Admon’s pheromones did not lie. “Shall we continue, Admon?”

Aaahhh that delectable tight squeeze of acceptance, such an amenable creature really, the Ruby mused, well satisfied by the soft groans of appreciation and the tentative encouraging undulations beneath him, signalling interest.

He continued to drive his cock vindictively into the delicious heat of his creation’s body somewhat disquieted by a change he could not give voice to. Raoul, the source of the need that usually fuelled his lusty sojourns, was missing from his imaginings.

Both Admon and Ajna smiled secretively. The connection had truly been severed, despite the copiousness of his dissatisfying release.


~~~BMR~~~

From his current vantage upon mussed sheets Raoul studied the attractively broad back of his mongrel, now showered and dressed to begin his day at this ridiculous hour. He had no such plans at the moment since the call had vanished for some inexplicable reason.

When the redhead turned and peered into the darkness of the bedroom, his countenance bore the usual stoic frigidity that gave away nothing of his thoughts.

Raoul’s keen eyes knew full well, Katze could not read his own expression from where he lay and yet, there was reserve in that perfectly imperfect face, which he could now read as genuine fear, the slim volume held against his chest like a shield upon his approach.

The tentativeness of the dealer’s steps spoke volumes. There was fear in his steps as each quiet footfall brought him closer to his destiny. Raoul himself shivered with the portent of his gaze.

Carefully seating himself next to the robed Elite, Katze sighed, long elegant fingers, so fragile in make caressing the journal before placing it on the Elite’s covered lap.

“Here. Read for yourself while I’m away. It’s a hand inscribed copy of the ninety-seventh journal documenting the crew’s life, Sir Am. We have no idea which of the First Ones descendants wrote it. It implies many things you as an Elite, the pinnacle of Jupiter’s biomechanical evolution might not care to know about our origins.”

Raoul’s brows furrowed as he took up the thin leather bound book.

“Our origins, you mean the Elite of Amoi, Katze?”

The dealer shook his head and strove to even his breathing. This wasn’t going to be easy. “No, Sir Am. The children used in your species development. Your kind is based on the genome of what was perceived as favourable traits from the First Ones descendants.”

A pale brow lifted in shock. “This is nothing but legend, Katze. A tale told repeatedly with divergent and rather colourful conjecture based solely on how much the teller imbibed.”

The dealer furrowed his brows, placing long fingers over his temples and began to massage. This was so not a good idea. Raoul would never be predisposed to understand, however well meaning his original curiosity. Why did he think this knowledge would divert the call that had grown weaker in the last hour.

Silence, Katze finally noticed the silence.

Raoul had become unaccountably quiet as he regarded the volume’s cover before tossing it onto the adjoining pillow with finality; it had flipped with the indignant toss onto its back cover.

“That would imply the Abyss came back and settled here once terra-forming had been completed, utterly nonsensical, Katze. Especially as the few records that do exist very much imply they were lost in an ionic storm and undoubtedly perished. There are no such records to validate this fanciful claim. I would be privy to such knowledge.”

Turning slowly on the bedding Katze studied the supercilious quirk of brow and shook his head once more. “Would you really, Sir Am? You don’t believe Jupiter has secrets or an agenda?”

Raoul reached for the long fingered hand and took it in his warming the fine boned, ice cold fingers. “Yes Katze. I would know. What you suggest is impossible and would require the collusion of my maker. This is simply not acceptable.”

The dealer’s lips narrowed. “Whatever, Raoul,” Katze stood and tried to extricate his fingers from the Blondie’s. Slowly, the Elite released his grasp as amber eyes narrowed in annoyance. “All I know is something altered their trajectory and they were forced back to one of two moon bases where they were stranded, becoming prisoners of their own quest, unable to leave. These are their journals, Raoul. That is not a lie.”

Dark green eyes began to slowly widen noting for the first time, the embossed artistic rendering of the double helix on the back cover awash in the pale moons light.

“Impossible...how could, but he never...” Raoul stuttered, recoiling visibly from the bound parchment.

Katze followed the Elite’s gaze. Oh the irony. He hadn’t looked at the book in years. No wonder the fascination with Admon’s brand. No wonder it looked familiar, as was his reaction to the box upon opening and flashes of implanted memory took hold. It was never Sir Niiro’s family crest by rights.

It was his.