AnK - Black Moon Rising

Black Moon Rising

Disclaimer: Stating the obvious, I do not own Ai No Kusabi nor do profit from this little endeavour other than the sheer joy of clacking the keys and doffing my cap in reverence to Yoshihara Rieko for creating such complex and intriguing characters.


By: ElegantPaws

Edited by: Ainzfern

Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze

Rating: Mature - mild sensual situations depicted

Parts:WIP – 4 of 25

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This gift is dedicated to A_ngua and I hope it pleases and my eternal gratitude to Ainzfern for her humour, sensuality and grace in giving me her valued time.

Chapter 4 of 25 – Amber Lust (Post OVA)

~~~BMR~~~

Fear, suspicion, and the telltale signs of arousal warred in Katze’s veins as sheaves of spun gold billowed softly about his face like a cool shroud, marking another kind of death; the illusion of control.

He had none.

It made no sense to fight, he acknowledged with a sinking heart. Flight wasn’t feasible either. Raoul would only use it as grist, just another excuse to exact punishment for imagined crimes.

With practiced quietude the red-head closed his eyes with a long suffering sigh and carefully lowering his arms to his sides in resignation. He would give no further opposition to the powerfully built male in this game of cat and mouse.

The black market dealer needed time to think; to quell the subtle surge within his own body at so close an unexpected contact with one he had once secretly desired.

It didn’t help to feel warm breath like a sensual caress, against his overheated skin. The not so subtle shift of long hard limbs insinuating themselves proprietarily between trembling leather clad thighs and the searing heat of Raoul’s cock grinding against his, elicited waves of unbidden heat through his body, further painfully tightening his loins.

A barely suppress moan escaped moist parted lips as the soft covers beneath the red-head were crushed in a death grip by traitorous hands that wished to explore the body that held his captive.

“Open your eyes.”

Katze shivered at the softly spoken well modulated register, riff with menace. It bucked no argument. He gulped, steeling his spine for the mockery he would see in those sea green pools of light.

“I’m waiting…”

It hurt to be supplicant; to be subjected to the whims of another, particularly this most loathed of Elites.

He did as he was told, assisted by gloved digits that forcefully turned a stubborn chin.

The gaze that met his was molten. Fire was meant to be red, never emerald green tinged with lust and malice.

“Such an unusual hue…” the deep male register affirmed “Incandescent…amber, gold, like captured sunlight.”

That gloved hand gently brushed long amber bangs away from Katze’s pale patrician brow. “Such flawless pallor worthy of an Academy Pet juxtaposed with the flame of your hair.”

The black market dealer grew deathly still and watchful, assessing the slowly changing expressions of the Blondie with growing trepidation, ignoring the satisfied sigh as Raoul moved again and adjusted his weight, pinning Katze firmly to the bed with his hips, allowing one strong forearm to bear his weight.

Katze gulped, realizing why Raoul had shifted position.

He wasn’t even being allowed respite from this sensory assault as that gloved hand, carefully passed over his cheek and brushed soft auburn silk from his jaw line.

The red-head flinched and moved his head away instinctively, closing his eyes tightly anticipating a fist for his diffident response to the Elites touch.

None came. Instead a quiet chuckle as soft moist lips grazed his otherwise smooth cheek.

“Pity… such a pity,” Raoul breathed out with feigned sadness in no way reflected by the throbbing length of his lust that pressed eagerly, knowingly, against the answering need of the mongrel’s own, barely contained by straining leather.

Katze pleaded in a choked whisper wanting desperately to cry at being so utterly exposed. “Please…please, Master Am, what do you want?”

The nervous movement of that pink tongue over flawless even teeth fascinated. Raoul’s eyes were riveted to those lips so enticing close. They looked warm, malleable; ripe for plundering.

What did it feel like, he wondered abstractedly, well pleased at the subtle shift of Katze’s hips against his own. The mongrel’s breath was intoxicating. Its scent pleased him. Of cloves, mint and something warm, perhaps even alcoholic in nature.

Unsure, the Elite dipped his head and passed his tongue over soft full lips, wetting them with a languorous swipe.

Katze groaned in frustration and arched his lower back involuntarily as Raoul breached the trembling, moist flesh with a tentative dip of an agile tongue.

“Stout?”

The dealer blinked at the non-sequitur.

He was being asked a question while that hand, that mesmerizing hand, continued to graze his cheek and jaw, tracing the faint outline of the scar.

“We could have taken care of that too, you know?”

Tears welled behind closed amber eyes as the black market dealer nodded in defeat.

“Such fine bone structure marred by so repulsive a mark.”

Katze’s voice cracked and was hardly recognizable to his own ear. “Please, I beg of you, Master Am. Just tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.”

That low rumble of mocking laughter again as the Elite settled more comfortably between his thighs and practically purred his response with a sharp surge of his hips.

“Ohh dear, Master Am …I?” Raoul chuckled at his own intentionally bad pun. “And here I thought you devoid of humour, Katze. Is this what becomes of my clever little mongrel when aroused?”

Raoul had the upper hand and knew it as was evident by the smirk upon pale lips.

The words were out before Katze could stop himself. “Yes, my life is a joke, Master Am and a bad one at that. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

In the deafening silence that followed the quietly defiant statement, a wet hot mouth descended on a pale lobe and suckled with a low growl of censure. A threat fulfilled by strong teeth that did more than nip the delicate flesh betwixt deceptively soft lips.

“Please…please…”

Katze gasped at the pleasure elicited by the sharp pain to his ear. The red-head hated Raoul in that moment but could do nothing but whimper softly in surrender. Strong elegant fingers rose and reflexively grasped broad shoulders tentatively before burying them in that soft thick mane, his hips rising to meet the answering sensual thrust of his captor.

He hated himself more for the unspoken assent he gave as a naked hand snaked its way between their heaving bodies and worked at his zipper with unhurried cruel enjoyment, while warm soft lips continued to torture the delicate skin of his throat.

“Oh God, pleeeeeaaassseee…don’t do this to me, Master Am. I beg of you.”

That husky sex starved voice pleading had been his. The red-head flushed with embarrassment.

“Why not? Everything feels to be in working order.”

Sea green eyes looked down into confused lust hazed amber with a wicked gleam before taking possession of his parted lips. Teeth clashed in a war of dominance exchanged in soft panting breaths. The mongrel fought for some semblance of control. If only in the meeting of tongue, teeth and lips where he found strength in desires previously quashed by conditioning and the ever present need to serve.

The burgeoning heat they shared, not only of gaze but of the less than subtle touch of finger tips exploring the soft auburn down, made the mongrel’s strangled cry sound pained and needy to his own ears as that hand eased the zipper down completely, exposing his hard weeping flesh to a predatory appreciative gaze.

Raoul licked his lips and tentatively grasped the blushing length that throbbed within his naked grasp, “Consider it payment for services rendered to the undeserving. Everything has a price, little mongrel, and this is mine.”

Katze flushed at the unwavering stare, oblivious to the subtle movement of the body above his as cool strands flowed through his finger tips and touched the parted silk of his shirt leaving eddies of sensual warmth in their wake upon his skin.

He closed his eyes once more, unable to maintain that unfathomable gaze beneath long pale lashes.

This was not happening. Raoul could not possibly have an interest in him. The Elite hated him. Nothing more than a typical Blondie move to assert dominance over those considered lesser; mere playthings.

Sex was beneath them, other than something to observe; an idle pastime, nothing more.

The feel of that wicked tongue across the weeping head of his cock sent shockwaves up and down the dealer’s spine. Katze cried out and blunt nails dug into those broad shoulders. He attempted to raise his hips instinctively to no avail.

A subtle smile came to Raoul’s wet lips as hooded eyes looked at his trembling captive’s flushed face, those mesmerizing eyes opening to bear witness with shock laden lust.

“Excellent. We understand each other.”

The clinical manner in which the Elite regarded him held a modicum of hope.

Katze licked swollen lips, aware of the stare that followed his tongue’s nervous movements with mild interest while easing down the clinging trousers with deft ease, next went his shoes and socks.

That unwavering look caused the mongrel to speak, if for no other reason but to shift the focus the Elite’s lips that were slowly approaching his twitching cock again with intent.

“It’s….not necessary to…” he couldn’t think, those finger tips were working their way up a smooth quivering thigh now and bared teeth removed the other glove decisively and discarded it with a flick of a practiced wrist.

The smirk that graced Raoul’s full lips was downright sinful.

“Oh but it is necessary Katze,” Hot fingers glided up his thighs sending cool shivers over exposed flesh as hot tips wended their way to a smooth taut rump and long fingers parted firm butt cheeks and delved in between passing suggestively over puckered flesh. “You shall have the distinct pleasure of me buried deep inside you, Katze.”

Raoul’s soft chuckle of victory angered the dealer. His body had continued to betray him as his cock twitched in response, pre-cum dripping down the head of his shaft in want at the softly spoken promise.

No performance had ever engendered so intense a response in the ex-Furniture. Not even from those he had employed, on rare occasions, to test skills for potential clients within the citizenry of Midas who frequented his club.

The Elite knew what he was doing and was enjoying the sport of teasing the former Furniture with what he knew he could not have.

“How apropos that I should be the first to breach your …defenses.”

Katze’s expression hardened, his cock softening at the casual reference to his person.

“Who says you’re the first…Sir Am?”

Raoul’s eyes flashed dangerously as his lower jaw worked, “Do not toy with me, mongrel. You seem to forget, I am aware of your history and your dealings. All of them.”

Pale amber eyes narrowed in thought. It would not do to irritate the highly mercurial being who rose from the bed to his full imposing height.

“Sir Am, might I ask a question?” Katze asked with a modicum of deference befitting the Elite’s station. He raised his hands to the front of his shirt and slowly easing his way further onto the bed, away from the predatory hands that lightly held his thighs apart.

An eternity passed as the Elite took a detailed inventory of the pale, well formed specimen with mounting interest, his quixotic anger seemingly forgotten in the blink of an eye.

“No,” was the flat matter-of-fact response, a pale brow raised a fraction, taking note of the defensive stance Katze took up at the top of the bed. “You are, however, allowed to answer my original question about the fragrance. Clearly you had it formulated off world. I cannot decipher the top note, very distressing for a well trained nose such as mine.”

The silky smooth material that covered the sleek well muscled torso of the mongrel made his fingers itch to explore. Raoul slowly climbed back onto the bed, secretly thrilled by the simple act of stalking his prey at such close quarters. He straddled the mongrel anew while deft fingers batted away those long elegant fingers and began to unbutton the shirt Katze wore with practiced ease.

Steeling himself, Katze stilled the hand about to touch his bare skin, sure in the knowledge a blow would follow for his impertinence. It would, however, have the desired effect of irritating the Blondie, who would immediately lose interest in the proceedings.

Katze was quite wrong as warm lips took his and the hand he previously held, easily extricated itself and made short work of the silken material while the other pressed his shoulder firmly to the soft coverlet.

As became apparent to the mongrel that hand had other plans and preferences like the feel of a thick velvety girth sliding over its palm rhythmically, renewing the waning interests of the tiresome party in question.

True to form, Katze sighed, allowing himself to be kissed to within an inch of sanity, Elites did nothing by halves.

Raoul’s mouth meticulously explored the enticingly sweet wetness to be found within those bruised lips and took satisfaction in those long elegant fingers which carded through his hair, occasionally scraping his scalp and sending jolts of current to his already painfully hard erection.

Bravery and reckoning had many faces and on this night beneath the twin moons, Katze found his and something else in that kiss, a bittersweet taste upon his much chastised tongue; his own taste. A taste that quickened his heart, as he fell slowly and inexorably under the spell of that singular kiss of awakening and a memory of another far more chaste kiss from not so long ago.

…When he had awoken from a strange dream in his chambers very much alone and in pain.

~~~BMR~~~

Author’s Note:

I always follow the dictates of my muse. Hope you enjoyed and love hearing from you. It really is fun listening to your take on each chapter. For most ratings count, nah, it's actually smart discourse that makes a difference here and is food for the soul. So thank you.

Namaste

EP