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 – 32

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"You are all a lost generation."
~~~
Epigraph, The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway

Chapter 32 of ? – The Sun Also Rises (Post OVA)

Nothing but muscular sheen, a fine specimen of masculinity aglow with rivulets of sweat coursing, caressing a broad inked back; Amber eyes watched in open fascination the flow of droplets over the lean resilient abdomen and trim flanks.

Katze’s keen analytical gaze narrowed as he tore his mind’s eye away from the attractive sight of brawn in the peak of condition and that truly superior ass. No, he chose instead to admire every graceful flex and bend of spine into wholly unnatural positions that only served to emphasize this mongrel’s perfection that should not have been. The loin cloth had been a later addition, requested by his Boss. Donovan did not hold with modesty on personal time. He had worked hard for that body and was not opposed to appreciative glances, even from his own men.

‘Vain bastard just like the other ten generations of his line before him, the children of Memnon, but loyal to the death and then some.’

The black market dealer chuckled and sat upon the stool set aside behind the force wall with a meditative set to his sharp jaw line. Promise one about to be kept. He absently fingered the small vile within his trouser pocket. It was growing more costly with each transaction, but well worth it for the minder’s peace of mind. He asked so little.

As long as the dealer remained behind the force wall, he was protected from the intense heat that Donovan craved in this morning workout which he insisted kept him whole in mind, body and spirit. He had tried to entice Katze to share the early morning ritual.

Katze shook his head, remembering the first time the offer had been made. No way in hell was he ever going to partake of this, way too much sweating for his liking. An hour of calisthenics would follow, tomorrow weight training in lieu and so the routine went on day in and day out, all in silence and all before his men came in for their hour and a half of torturous training, the bodyguard insisted upon.

Donovan was disciplined about his physicality. He preferred privacy for his own rather intense workout. Ever flexible he turned with a ready smile and quirk of dark brow in question at the dark clad figure hunched against the wall, subconsciously recoiling from the somewhat steamy room before him. Such a pernickety creature was his boss about his person, except when it came to that Elite, if the surreptitious looks they exchanged were anything to go by. Donovan had no doubts there was a great deal of sweating going on between those two behind closed doors.

“Boss?”

“Keep going.” Katze inclined his head and pointed to the railing where the vile had been placed in full view. “Your brother’s getting expensive. We’ll have to find a new supplier soon and take this one out.”

The affable smile faded replaced by the usual iron jaw line and cool surmise in now expressionless iridescent blue eyes as he nodded, making a mental check to add the termination of a questionable contact to his schedule.

Katze read his expression effortlessly. This was his call.

“He was pissing me off anyway, I’ll do it.” Katze volunteered softly, feeling for his package of smokes. “He’s outlived his usefulness and has been double dipping with respect to our recreational narcotics run off world. Good time to make an example of him. Just need you there for backup, just in case.”

Donovan assumed what he called a lotus position with the same stolid expression and maintained the cool citrine gaze for a moment longer than was wise before nodding.

“No, Boss, I’ll do it. This’d be the third trafficker in as many months. Don’t need anyone lookin’ too closely as to timing and what you get up to. Just need to drop it off first, if that’s okay?”

“Noooooooooo, I’ll drop ‘em off. Don’t want you and Guy tangling this morning. You’ll just get side tracked by your dick again.”

The minder’s lips thinned in irritation but he chose not to respond, preferring to slowly rotate his neck at a one hundred and eighty degree angle then back again, pausing in thought.

“You don’t have to, you know? That’s what I’m here for. It’s my job to protect you and your interests. That will always come first, Boss.”

“Til death do us part...” Katze murmured quietly.

The smile returned briefly to Donovan’s face. “Yeah...somethin’ like that. Not so much on the death crap, though. My cock’s got a hot date tonight.”

Katze’s own jaw grew rigid as he watched Donovan gracefully unfold exceptionally long limbs and stand to his full formidable height. In the humorous choice of phrasing there had been an undeniable challenge to his ultimate authority, “Why Guy, Donovan? It’s not as if you can’t pick and choose what and whom you fuck.”

Very slowly the guard turned fully towards his boss and snatched the dark towel conveniently hung from the ring on the wall and vigorously wiped excess sweat and moisture from his skin in preparation for the shift in temperature about to happen in the room based on the pre-set timer. It would not do for his muscles to get frigid with the sudden normalizing of the air flow.

“No disrespect intended. I know you hate him, Red and I know you are justified in your feelings and why, but this is my personal shit.”

“I sense another but coming, am I right?”Katze smiled flatly inhaling his chosen poison meditatively, simply awaiting the inevitable rejoinder.

Donovan shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know. I enjoy him, despite his ways. He’s a good lay. Is that a good enough answer? Cause it’ll have to do, Boss Man. I can’t answer why you are in love with a Blondie, now can I? They’ve destroyed us. Not just one fellow mongrel in the heat of madness. I will never approve of what Guy did, but I kinda understand it. We’re their slaves and to have his former pairing partner taken, stolen like that sent him over the edge.”

Katze’s jaw worked in anger, listening to the tired rationale.

“Explain that one, Boss and yet you, you of all people gladly spread for one of them instead of one of your own?”

The dealer flinched at the accusation. This entire conversation was getting way too personal.

“Touché, Donovan. I advise you to stop.”

Donovan pursed his lips and stared at the one individual he trusted with his life, still silently requesting an answer to what had been bugging him for weeks now.

“You think it’s easy? You think I want to respond to his touch? I don’t, but I do.”

“There’s your answer, Boss. I fucked him as punishment and turns out, I’m the one being punished by the little shit. I want him. I need him. Near as I can figure, we’re both kinda fucked right about now. I’m not the only one being lead around by his cock.”

They stared at each other for a seeming eternity. Katze’s shoulders slumped visibly. No point denying it, Donovan had his number and he, his.

He looked exceedingly tired to Donovan’s protective eyes. “You okay, Boss?”

Katze shrugged and sat back with splayed limbs. “Yeah, I guess. I’m testing the waters with him. What he chooses to do with the information I gave him this morning will determine my next move.”

Donovan shivered. “What information...”

“Nothing that need concern you. Just know if Guy gets in my way, I’ll take him out, Donovan. You’ll have nothing to say about it. Is that understood? Not bargaining with you on this one.”

The statement hung heavily between them. They were at a crossroads. Donovan averted his own intently cold, determined gaze.

Katze recognized the shift in demeanour for what it was. “Don’t make this personal Donovan. I’m asking you. No, I’m begging you, actually. Please. I need you. I trust you. I don’t trust him, Donny and neither should you. You’ll lose everything you’ve fought for and protected. He’s a selfish psychotic little shit.”

No calisthenics today? Katze mused with furrowed brows, watching for any signs of contrition in the stiff set of Donovan’s back as he turned away from him and keyed the temperature gauge pad imbedded in the wall.

The opposing wall retracted revealing a variety of thin foils and heavier lethal hand-to-hand weaponry meant for practice.

“Not fair, Boss, not fair at all.” Donovan murmured retrieving a particularly fine silver tipped blade and placing it at his own feet ritualistically before staring back into pale citrine eyes. “Shall we? This is usually how we settle these things?”

The cool air now circling them both caused gooseflesh to rise up and down the dealer’s spine as the air about them equalized and the temperature gauged force field evaporated.

Katze rose somewhat unnerved by the challenge posed, but he respected the bodyguard’s pride. This was his sanctum, his rules.

Donovan’s regarded the elegantly clad, sparse framed individual dressed in a soft silk shirt with feigned amusement. “You’re kinda overdressed for this, Boss.”

The slow smile was menacing that graced the black market dealer’s face as he quickly removed the soft material over his head and loosened his belt’s buckle in readiness. “Better?”

Snorting softly, Donovan inclined his head, growing weary of the penetrating gaze. It was almost as if the Boss was looking through him.

“That scar healed up real good too, didn’t it?” Katze retorted, selecting his own foil before pointing the thin, flexible metal tip at the one and only mark on the otherwise perfect torso, hidden by the red ink of the serpent’s tongue.

Snickering softly, Donovan bowed.

“I win. No questions asked. I’ll be allowed to handle Guy in my own way. You win, I still get a night with him and then we call it quits for business reasons. Either way, I get laid tonight? Acceptable?”

Katze inclined his head as he padded to the centre of the room, guardedly watching as Donovan retrieved his weapon from the floor.

Donovan pointed down. “Shoes?”

As requested, the dealer toed them off, setting them aside neatly and blinked while long fingers
trousered the safety tip of the foil chosen from the open display case.

They slowly circled one another in preparation to strike. Both men studied each other’s implacable gaze, determined to find the point of decision or indecision within their opponent’s pallid eyes.

“Correction, when I win, you get laid. Enjoy his body, Donovan, but accept his end is inevitable and it will be at my hands. You have nothing to say about it.”

“En Garde!” Donovan snarled, cutting off the redhead’s final words.

This duel had higher stakes both knew and it tempered their need to strike, but strike they would, each with a surety in their point of view.

~~~BMR~~~

He replaced the cup in the saucer with a noncommittal sniff.

Raoul huffed once again inspecting his fresh gloves, finding them moderately wanting in fit but otherwise serviceable. Kato smiled down at the seated Elite, who had taken up residence in Katze’s office for want of something better to do while he awaited the mongrel’s return.

The wretched creature had simply left him with the damn journal and made little mention as to where he was going when Kato made his unwanted presence felt in the bedroom, beaming in that senile manner he affected when regarding the Elite.

Breakfast was served with all due decorum. There was thankful silence as he bathed and the pestiferous little male went about sorting the bedroom. The silence was quickly short-lived however as much was made with interminable pleasant discourse while seeing to the Elite’s dress.

Kato was enjoying this, taking great pains to brush honey gold silk to a flattering sheen; acceptable. Removing lint from his various freshly cleaned garments, standing back every so often to take a gander at the Elite’s general magnificence; equally acceptable in an irritating way.

So efficient and unctuously pleasant, given to a constant barrage of useless prattle, which of course was ignored, a most annoying little being incapable of understanding when he was being put in his place.

Raoul sighed and adjusted his fresh, resplendent tunic of the most delightful shade of verdant green, quite the feat on such short notice.

Most annoying indeed, Raoul huffed silently to himself. No matter what he did, Kato’s less than edifying treatise about the morning itinerary and the Syndicate limo awaiting the Elite downstairs, continued.

That would be the third time he had made mention of the vehicle in passing.

Too bad, he intended to await Katze’s return. No amount of hints was going to change his mind.

Raoul pursed full lips and narrowed his gaze at the overly familiar little being with an arm full of soiled bed linen. “Are you congenitally averse to silence? Isn’t it a bit early to be blathering on ad nauseum about such inane trivia? Men have been shot for less, Kato.”

Oh dear Jupiter, there was that idiotic beneficent smile again, as though he were a parent looking down at a beloved, recalcitrant child. If he dared pat his head patiently, he was for it.

“Forgive me, Sir Am. I so rarely have anyone of your stature to indulge and attend.”

Pale green eyes narrowed. “Are you implying I am high maintenance, Kato?”

“Not at all, Sir Am, I shall be quiet now.”

The little man continued to beam at the Blondie. Raoul heard the soft intake of breath as the smile faltered a touch as the little man shifted emotional gears, suddenly looking suitably apologetic.

“I do feel impelled however, Sir Am, to remind you that your limousine is still waiting downstairs and is blocking deliveries for the club. Mr. Katze does not hold with paying the couriers double time. It is currently causing a minor stir at street level.”

The Elite ignored the subtlety of censure employed - again.

Of course he was fully aware. It had been the last thing Katze had done before leaving so abruptly in the middle of a rather important conversation. It was neither here nor there how long the chauffeur would be forced to wait, or what the controlling little male lost in his morning profits. It would serve him right. There simply had to be ground rules and he intended to set them.

“If you will, excuse me, Sir Am. I must see to my morning duties, since you have no further need of me? Donovan’s breakfast must be prepared before their morning’s outing.”

Sharp green eyes became glacial at the mention of the bodyguard’s given name. The Elite rose to his full impressive height and rounded the desk. “Their?”

Kato became furtive, dark gimlet eyes averted with a nervous little smile. “Yes, Mr. Katze and Donovan, Sir Am. They have business to conduct before Mr. Katze debriefs his Excellency about the Auction.”

Striding across the room with purpose, Raoul glowered down his patrician nose at the little old man, who raised the sheets that much higher, instinctively seeking a veil of protection with the rumpled, stained silk.

The Elite stepped back, moderately annoyed at his own instinctive retreat. He didn’t need the damned little mongrel having a heart attack. That was the only reason he put another steps distance between them, noting the sudden calm that came over the wrinkled face.

“So he is still within these walls?”

Nervously Kato began to stutter. “Ye-esss, but he would not appreciate being disturbed at the moment Sir Am.”

A thick, silken lock was flicked irritably over a broad shoulder by an elegantly gloved hand, as always to no avail, since it settled once more over an irritated green orb.

“Really...is that so? Take me to him now, Kato!” Raoul hissed, sounding a good deal more petulant than he cared to admit.

Some ground rules were going to be set, effective immediately; the utter temerity of his mongrel and here he had given Katze the benefit of the doubt, assuming he was attending to something relevant when in fact, the man was gossiping with that overgrown, self important barbarian he called a minder.

As it was they spent far too much time with one another, practically finishing each other’s sentences. That too would have to change.

Donovan inexplicably irritated the Elite. He was far too tall, far too self possessed and ridiculously territorial when it came to his charge. Given sufficient time, this could prove problematic, unless sorted immediately. Though he loathed to give it credence, Donovan had something Admon did not, Katze’s trust.

Marching to the port with purposeful strides Raoul abruptly stopped and turned to glare at the manservant. “Drop those,” he pointed dispassionately at the soiled sheets, “and retrieve the journal at bedside. I will have need of it this day.”

Kato sighed. “Yes, Sir Am.”

The dealer would not be pleased with this change to the morning routine.

~~~BMR~~~

That expert flick of a thick wrist and the tinny clank of rapiers were quickly followed by a guttural hiss as Katze’s wrist was snapped back painfully in defeat. The smaller man charged the other unexpectedly, felling him with his momentum.

Fuck. He should have expected this. Red didn’t take well to losing at anything. The minder saw raw anger in those sharp yellow eyes.

Donovan knew this mood. He’d seen it before, this coiled rage born of constant suppression. Strong paw-like hands grasped tightly to the wrists above him, allowing the other to straddle him with heaving breaths of frustration. He’d just hold him until it wore off. It usually did and fairly quickly too.

“Enough, Boss. This isn’t a street fight. It’s not to the death.”

“The fuck it isn’t!” Katze snarled in impotent frustration.

Raoul blinked in consternation, amazed at the expression on Katze’s face. It was feral, lethal even yet the object of his angry bark appeared calm and more worried about damaging the lithe being. It was obvious to Raoul’s perceptive eyes that Donovan was merely gauging the threat level he saw in those amber, predatory eyes glaring back down at him. The Elite began to grind his teeth at the too gentle lowering of the hands that fought impotently to be free from his vice-like grip.

“Let go of me!”

“No. Not until you calm the hell down, Boss.”

Donovan carefully rolled atop the dealer, stilling his frenetic bodily movements with his substantially larger form.

“Get off me, Donovan!”

“No!”

Red.

Raoul saw red. There was nothing sexual in the stance taken per say, but it irked nonetheless to see his mongrel prone beneath another male of his own kind and one in particular that was already far too familiar and possessive. The palpable silence shared as they glared at each other was almost intimate.

No, he didn’t much care for this current impasse at all not to mention there was still that matter of the bump at the base of his cranium, bestowed by the erstwhile bodyguard, currently settled over his mongrel as if he had the right, as if he had done this before. They were friends to be sure, but something just something in the guard’s body bespoke a dormant attraction neither gave conscious thought to.

Raoul’s lips curled maliciously as he strode into the room, lifting the guard in one fell swoop and tossing him effortlessly against the opposing cement wall with a satisfying thud.

Such a lovely sound that gasp of pain before unconsciousness; quite a shame nothing was broken, but there would be substantial bruising, most satisfactory.

Oh dear, his glove had torn. Still, it was worth the look on his mongrel’s face as he proffered his hand to him in a courtly manner and pulled him to his feet and against his chest.

Raoul leaned forward and sniffed Katze’s neck, their cheeks touching lightly in the exchange. The mongrel shivered at the contact; also pleasing. His mongrel’s sweat was intoxicating. The urge to nip the pulsing vein at his throat was maddening as was the feel of resilient flanks beneath his gloved hands.

Katze was livid, but that would soon be put to rights once away from prying eyes. Regardless of affections held, there were rules.

“Kato, see to him.” Raoul ordered breathlessly, dragging Katze behind him brooking no argument straight up the stairs and back to the office, where he intended to quell this sudden show of feral disobedience in the time honoured way.

Wisely, the object of his erotic musings followed in silence while grinding his teeth. Some ground rules were going to be set this day, come hell or high water Katze thought, even while being pinned bodily against the closed port by Raoul.


~~~BMR~~~

Kato sighed and kneeled next to Donovan’s unconscious form. He knew this would happen. Why had he opened his mouth? Perhaps giving them a few minutes alone to clear the air would suffice. No doubt, new sheets would be required, if they managed to get that far. All that sniffing was almost primal.

Right now though he had the more bothersome task of awakening the sleeping giant and keeping him calm, while his Master and his lover worked through the testosterone haze that rendered both fools when it came to understanding one another; the real challenge they faced was that both were alpha, one by nature and the other by design.

The manservant tapped Donovan’s cheek with growing ferocity. Why oh why had he chosen to roll over onto Master Katze, that is what had set the Elite off unknowingly. He had heard the sharp intake of breath and saw within a blink of an eye the inevitable outcome of the wrestling move.

“Wwwhaaaaaaaaa....Kato?” Donovan rasped, shaking his head and blinking, his formerly bleary expression growing cold and menacing. “I’m going to fuckin’ kill’m,” the guard rose unsteadily to his feet, bracing against the wall.

“Donovan! You will do no such thing! Respect his choice. We all have to. He knows what he’s doing. Trust him.”

“No he doesn’t. He’s invited a wolf in our midst, Kato.”

~~~BMR~~~

Gloves had quickly been dispensed with, Katze noted absently as he was thrust hard against the wall of his office. He didn’t appreciate the personal grope being conducted at the moment or the grinding thrusts against his taut thigh.

“What the hell, are you doing, Raoul?!” Katze hissed through gritted teeth, glaring up at the Elite with furious eyes. Raoul’s cognitive processes were elsewhere at the moment that was self evident in the distant sleepy gaze levelled at him before nuzzling his neck with a soft sigh.

“Intoxicating...”

The Elite was sucking savagely now at the vein at base of his throat. Katze began to pant despite being livid, his traitorous limbs cleaving to Raoul’s form as he raised his neck, inviting the mauling of his flesh with tight shut eyes.

“Touch me. Please touch me, Katze.” Raoul whispered against his throat, relinquishing his grasp of a fragile wrist and forcing the hand in question between his legs with a satisfied groan as long fingers did his bidding caressing the outline of his hot, straining erection.

Much better, Raoul thought in a lustful haze, inhaling deeply of the mongrel’s drying sweat. He licked the salty skin beneath his lips and began sucking with purpose, enjoying the shudder it caused in the mongrel’s frame; all for him alone. Katze was growing responsive to his insistent touches through the thin linen of his trousers.

“Yes...” Raoul moaned, exulting in his conquest as he slid sinuously down the lithe form before him. He had known it was just a matter of time before that velvety flesh would grow rigid beneath his well practiced palm.

Frantically the Elite worked at the complicated clasp that safeguarded the zipper, sighing aloud when he saw the heavy blood engorged member twitching, its head wet and glistening.

Raoul licked his lips instinctively and looked up into blazing amber eyes, ignoring the painful thrum of his own cock. Emerald eyes followed the path of the mongrel’s index finger as it traced an enticing path along the underside of the dealer’s blushing member, outlining again and again the distended vein with growing urgency.

“Open up, Blondie. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

There really was a fine line between aggression and lust. Feral were the eyes that studied his lips with a dissolute smile. “Need to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours, Raoul. Will you let me?”

Raoul nodded. This was wholly unlike his Katze.

The dealer’s gaze remained hooded as he bit into his full lower lip and groaned pressing his wet cock head against the Elite’s parted lips with a sigh. He fingered the soft thick silk at the base of the Blondie’s skull before nudging more forcefully against the soft moist flesh as it parted for him willingly.

Bracing strong hand against the mongrel’s partially exposed hip bone for better leverage, Raoul acquiesced fully, his other hand covering that of the mongrel’s adapting to the pace of the strong, fine boned hand. Raoul closed his eyes and rhythmically lathed and sucked the weeping head of Katze’s cock.

“Mmmm...nice... so wet...mmm...more tongue... ” Katze rocked his hips, relinquishing his grasp of his cock in lieu of the spun silk he buried his fingers in while continuing to brutalize the moist suction of Raoul’s mouth.

Opening wider, Raoul inhaling the distinctive musk of his mongrel joyfully, while his forehead beaded with sweat from his efforts to sate what he saw in those eyes. Those long, fine bone digits directed the pace of his ravenous lapping and now expert twirl of tongue against the damp bitter sweet slit.

The dealer gasped at the sensation, almost bending double over the Elite’s shoulder bearing his full weight. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he came in surges into the delectable heat of Raoul’s craven mouth.

Limp and shivering in a post coital haze, Katze found himself on his back, vaguely aware of the sounds of ripping material and frustrated curses came to his ears. Raoul was nothing but a blur of motion.

So much for the tunic, so much for his trousers, he thought absently eyeing with growing interest Raoul’s substantial erection, peaking through the hem of his shirt.

Oh yeah, from the look on Raoul’s face, he was going to be ridden hard and fast. His sphincter twitched as he smoothed long fingers over his slick abdomen to the soft auburn brush wet with cum. Tantalizingly, the redhead made a conscious show of fondling his balls before spreading his cheeks, exposing to greedy eyes the puckered flesh of his entrance.

The Elite was panting harshly through still wet white speckled lips, his thick heavy cock in hand, waiting to pounce.

Despite himself, Katze grinned up at his, well, lover. No other word for it really. He reached up with trembling hands and pulled the exquisite face to his and kissed sex thickened lips languidly.

“Missed a spot, Sexy,” he whispered passing his tongue over the cock bruised flesh that tasted decadently of his essence. “Thank you for indulging me, Sir Am.”

A pale brow quirked as long limbs wasted no time settled between the mongrel’s invitingly splayed legs. Katze shuddered in pleasure at the feel of the thick length pulsing wetly against his hipbone, promising pained pleasure as their lips met once again, sending renewed waves of want through the mongrel’s recently sated loins.

Raoul raised his head, dilated pupils alight with fire as he studied the flushed skin of Katze’s perfectly imperfect face.

“Don’t thank me yet, Katze. There had better be lube still in that low drawer or one of us will be screaming in agonizing pain and I assure you, it won’t be me.”

There was challenge in those soft amber eyes as Katze undulated suggestively below him, creating just enough space between their respective torsos, continuing to lick the evidence of his own fruition from the Elite’s upper lip.

Raoul gasped aloud at the unexpected and wholly welcomed touch of his mongrel’s fingers pressing deeply into the dripping slit of his cock. Katze smirked before opening his mouth suggestively and licking his fingers clean of the sticky wetness.

“Delicious.”

One thing he could say for sure of his Elite, he caught on quickly as was evidenced by the three fingers forced into his mouth in lieu of a reply. Raoul’s eyes closed briefly imagining his cock being suckled instead by that exceptional mouth.

“Hurry, for your own sake. Saturate them. I cannot wait any longer.”

His back arching off the carpeting with the forceful thrust of two digits deep into his body and then there were three hurriedly prodding, thrusting deeper and deeper sending shivers up his spine. They curled and stretched tight muscles without the usual finesse Raoul employed in foreplay, so urgent was his need.


~~~BMR~~~

Kato stopped briefly, his attention caught by the repetitive thump that appeared to be coming from the wall that masked the outer port of Mr Katze’s office.

At first perplexed by the sound, he stood and listened. Soon harsh breathing became evident and a familiar voice rang out.

“Yeesss....mmmm...yes, oh fuck yes, harder!”

My, well that was the Master’s voice to be sure, and from the sound of things, Kato removed a kerchief from his sleeve, they had obviously worked through their difficulties or at least were in the throes of doing so.

“Deeper, yes, yes...! Yeah...God....yes...right there...mmmm....mmmm...don’t stop!”

The manservant mopped his forehead again and turned, spinning senselessly in circles of indecision, so thankful that the hallway was private. Really, he had been young once, but this was perhaps a little too much for one of his age to overhear.

Kato’s eyes became saucers as the Elite’s guttural rejoinder punctuated the proceedings.

“So greedy and tight, my Katze, yes, yes, spread them wider, touch yourself, show me your desire. Yes, just like that.” Raoul grunted.

“Fuck it! Fuck me harder....mmmm, yeah.... Oh yeah, yeah...ooooh God...”

His master had begun to keen as if speaking a sacred mantra further fuelling the rhythmic pounding that had become fevered in its pitch at the debauched command uttered by his Master’s pleading rasp.

Decision made Kato hurried back down the hall, but not quickly enough.


The thudding grew even more frantic as he rounded the stairs, walking face to chest into a dressed Donovan.

“We should return downstairs and wait, Donovan. They are still, aaah discussing matters. Mr. Katze isn’t quite ready to leave yet.”

“The hell he isn’t.” Donovan snarled and headed for the hidden door beyond the faux wall. He’d just about had enough this morning of that self indulgent pair and intended to break this little tryst up before they ‘discussed’ each other to death.

Both men jumped at the sound of furniture being overturned by the overly exuberant pair.

The rhythmic thumping began again in earnest.

Donovan rushed to the door, placing his ear against the supposed wall. They couldn’t be. He knew that sound well enough of wet flesh meeting flesh. He could actually hear Katze groaning and it wasn’t in pain, even if it did sound as though he was being murdered.

“Say it! You welcome this invasion. I can see it. You will only touch yourself when I give permission.” Raoul rasped, his own breathing harsh with the effort of pounding up into the slick, quivering heat of his mongrel.

“Please...wanna ...cum. Raoul...mmm....please let me cum....” Katze’s uttered breathlessly, his breath torn from his chest in heaving gasps.

“That’s it, yes, taking me deeper, my Katze. You know you want this. You crave it, your quivering muscles tell me so. You’re close, just a little deeper, my love, pull me further into your searing heat.”

Guy was so right. They were hot together.

“Yes, just like that, my Katze. Show me... show me your face as you quicken with desire for me as I do for you.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhh....” the dealer cried out. “Yes, ....I can feel ...so good...mmm...RAAOOOUL! I’m coming!” Katze bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Kato poked the bodyguard whose ear was plastered to the door.

Donovan raised his head and glared at the little man for interrupting his thought, realizing he too had been softly panting at the proposed visual, his own jeans tightening uncomfortably around his trapped member.

Not that he actually wanted to see his Boss like this, but damn they were hot. This was better than any pairing they ever had downstairs. Seriously verbal too, more than he ever really wanted to know about that tight ass and its merits or the Blondie’s skills. Fuck he’d gotten a hard-on just listening. Yep, one more reason to hate Raoul Am.

He’d never be able to look at Red the same way again and he sure as hell wasn’t going to stand that invite to work out with him either.

Placing a thick digit to his lips, the guard demanding silence, just as the Elite apparently shot his load deep into his mongrel’s tight orifice.

The rhythmic thumping ceased.

Relative silence, just the shifting of limps and soft entreaties as both men caught their breath.

Donovan’s brows danced at its suddenness; he pressed his ear against the wall harder, less out of prurient curiosity and more out of worry, Katze had clearly been ridden hard by the still panting Elite.

“Shhhhhh be still my love, deep breath.” The guard heard the softly whispered request followed by the muffled cry and knew why. Raoul had withdrawn.

“You’ll only make it worse by trying to stand. Lay still.”

Another sharp hiss of pain, “I’m fine, Raoul. Stop touching it. I’m not your patient. I asked for it and you gave it to me good. I’m not exactly complaining. I liked it.”

“A point worth clarifying, Katze, I do not touch my patients in this manner. I intend to gag you next time. Your wanton words of encouragement caused this. You are fragile of make, despite that debauched tongue. I could have damaged you, irreparably.”

“But you didn’t, so stop it. You’re not Iason. I’m fine. Drop it.”

Donovan’s brows furrowed. ‘What the hell was Raoul doing to him?’

Gentle fingers circled the abused, loosened muscles of Katze’s sphincter with regret. Usually the sight of his essence dripping, nay pouring forth anointing the perfect spheres of his mongrel’s buttocks always sent renewed waves of lust through his own loins. Not now. He’d lost control and he couldn’t fathom why.

Donovan was relieved to hear the familiar snort. “Does that mean you’re my bitch tonight, Sir Am?” Praises to Jupiter, the Boss was okay, if he could be making cracks like that.

Cerulean eyes blinked in disbelief as soft, warm laughter came from the Elite’s throat after a long pause.

“My, my some of us are ambitious. Yes, for as many nights as you can manage, dear mongrel. Tonight however, we will simply enjoy conversing, a fine meal, prepared sans poisonous agents, exceptional wine and then perhaps a bit of star gazing before we seek our rest in my abode. I will not touch you, except like this.”

He recognized the muffled sound for what it was. They were kissing.

“I could so easily love you, Raoul Am.” Katze sighed contentedly.

Uncharacteristically, Donovan began to blush.

“Then by all means do, Katze of Ceres.”

Donovan suddenly felt soiled, partaking of their intimacy in this way.

This entire exchange had not been meant for anyone’s ears. He slowly stepped back and away followed dutifully by the pensive manservant, who was busily concocting the night’s menu in his head. The challenge would be getting a hold of that hateful Furniture and relying on him to agree to the surprise.

~~~BMR~~~


Author's Note

Enjoy! Let me know.

Have a great long weekend, for those who have it.

EP

P.S. Interesting chapter to follow. Ooooooooh the intrigue. Oh the naughty Ruby Elite....oooooooooh the revelations over dinner. Stay tuned.