Forever Caged

Author's note: Chapter 40 will be delayed in writing because i am trying to finish a Mpreg oneshot of Riki and Katze. The story was only going to be be a few pages long...but i'm on the 27th page and it's still not done .

Hope you like this chapter!

Thank you everyone for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. But I do own all the original peeps that I've chosen to invade the AnK world.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 39 of ?

Edited by the lovely Scarlet Tigress

~~**Forever Caged**~~

Rinsing himself off one last time, Marcus was reluctant to step out from under the relaxing hot water. Still, he had to leave the shower some time and Marcus sighed as he turned off the shower sprays and stepped out into the steam filled bathroom.

"My towel Simon," Marcus commanded his Furniture from where he stood just out of eye sight, flipping his wet hair over his shoulder.

"…."

"From your unusual silence, I can only assume that you still do not approve of my new pet?" Marcus inquired irritably. While most Elites preferred that their Furniture be just as antiquity named them, silent pieces in the background, Marcus thought differently. If he was going to be sharing space with another being, and if they could hold even a moment of intellectual conversation, he fully expected that person, be it a pet or servant, to speak.

His preference for intelligent conversation was one of the reasons why he never kept a pet for very long. The stupidity of the lab bred things and their constant moronic chatter grated on his nerves. However, despite the stony silence from this Furniture, Marcus had no intention of 'getting rid' of his newly acquired mongrel pet. He was set to keep the lovely little mongrel. Marcus just needed to teach the overly energetic, bouncy creature, to calm down…and that it was inappropriate to constantly grope his body!

In less than fourteen hours, since the boy had awoken, Marcus had found himself constantly trying to protect himself from the light blue haired mongrel's wondering hands. His hind end was most definitely bruised from the boy's pinches. The fact was he was practically hiding from the boy, changing his normal schedule, was because Sky's tireless attitude was…contagious. Marcus hadn't been expecting that and it had unnerved him, so he had escaped to take a refreshing hot shower to clear his mind.

But…

"I'm keeping him…" Marcus muttered.

"That's good 'cause, baby, I wanna keep you too!" Fidget sang.

Marcus jumped when he felt a wet, hot tongue lick up his spine. Spinning around Marcus glowered at the mongrel grinning wickedly up at him. "How long have you been standing there!" Marcus demanded, horrified that he had been fooled into thinking that Simon was behind him.

"Long enough to know that you llliikkee me!"

Marcus firmly put his palm on the mongrel's head to stop his infernal bobbing up and down, only to snatch his violated extremity back when the boy took his hand and began to suck on his fingers.

"Come on! Time to give up the goods! Why so shy?" The mongrel quipped.

Holding up his hand, warning the boy to stay back, Marcus clenched the towel tightly around his waist. "I refuse to be assaulted in another room with a urinal in it." Even as the words formulated in his brain and came out of his mouth, Marcus knew how ridiculous he sounded. "Keep your hands to yourself."

"Baby, what I do with my hands is pure magic. Let me show you."

The urge to laugh filled Marcus as the boy held his hands up to his face, curling his fingers as if pretending they were claws and crouched slightly while tip toeing closer to him. "Not now Sky." Marcus frowned when the boy's grin widened even more. The mongrel's expression always sparkled a bit more whenever he called him by his name, making Marcus feel as if he were missing some kind of jest, and feeling that he was also the butt of that joke. "I need to dry off."

"I'll vigorously dry you off."

Marcus ignored the mongrel's wiggling eyebrows and suggestive wink, walking past the boy to the door.

"I thought you said we would be friends? Even though, I kinda wanna be more than just friends." Fidget silently laughed when the prissy Blondie exited the steamy bathroom slightly faster than one would consider normal.

With the Blondie gone, Fidget's grin slowly faded. Waking up last night in an unfamiliar place had scared him, and waking up without Keito next to him had frightened him more than anything in the world had ever scared him before. Not since his youth back in Guardian had Fidget ever felt such overwhelming terror. Despite the fear, Fidget had held on to his wits and, with a little bit of persuasion, he had gotten the Blondie to admit that his brother was alive and well and currently with another Blondie on the same floor.

The greatest part was that the Elite thought his name was Sky instead of his brother! It was a misunderstanding that Fidget had no plans of correcting. In fact, he had told the Blondie that Keito's name was Fidget, his own, instead of illuminating the issue! Fidget was sure that Keito would have just as big as a laugh as he still did, if he didn't know already.

Skipping out of the bathroom, Fidget crossed the long expanse of the bedroom and hopped onto the big bed he had the luxury of sleeping in. Despite the heavenly softness of the bed, it had been difficult to fall asleep. Even with the tasty Blondie spooning him in a bed made of the yummiest blankets, he wasn't used to going to bed without his twin next to him.

Glaring at his Furniture, Marcus tried to pretend the mongrel wasn't in the room and allowed Simon to assist dressing him. However, trying to dismiss the boy as if he wasn't there was slowly proving to be impossible as Sky gave a long low, lewd, whistle when the towel was discarded to the side. Marcus grit his teeth, but horrifyingly enough felt his cheeks heat in pleasure from the appreciative musical note. Marcus could feel the boy's eyes burning into his back and tried not to appear as though he was rushing in donning on his clothing.

"Tell me Simon, do you always get the pleasure to seeing such a yummy view everyday?" Fidget couldn't help but tease the Blondie. He had always gotten a kick poking at the uppity, straight lased, ones. Call it his bad habit, but corrupting people, and making them let go and go wild was what he loved to do. He especially loved to do it to those he liked, and he liked Marcus.

"Do not answer that question if you want to remain in this household," Marcus hissed. "But you will answer me in why you were not there to assist me when I stepped out of the shower."

"I can answer that!" Fidget called out, raising his hand into the air as if he were in a school room. "It also answers your questions you were asking when I was looking at your sexy, naked, body, as you were busy thinking I was Simon."

Marcus, dressed comfortably, turned to the mongrel. "Can you?"

"I can," Fidget grinned, but made the Blondie wait a minute or two as he snuggled into the bed covers he nested around him. "So, just before you ran away from me to take a shower, I stopped Simon and we had a little talk. I promised not to be completely uncontrollable and he agreed not to be a prig, which would result in me doing him harm if he were, and bam! We became friends. And as a friend I told him that I would help him, by helping you, which lead to me being in the bathroom with you just so I could lick the droplets of water from your sexy back." Fidget snickered when a pretty pink blush spread down from the Elite's cheeks to his neck.

Swinging his head around Marcus glared at his Furniture. "Explain, now."

"…The young Sir was very charming and…very convincing, Master Jayd…it was not until I had agreed and a few minutes passed when Sir Sky disappeared behind the door did I realize my error…"

Marcus grunted. He couldn't very well blame Simon for being manipulated so easily. Even he had gotten caught up in the boy's almost innocent charm once he had turned those stunning, dark gray eyes at him.

"So when can I see my brother?" Fidget chirped. The anxiety he felt had gone down a bit since he had been informed that Keito was close by, but it didn't stop his need to see him, if only to look at him with his own two eyes to make sure his twin really was alright.

"Not any time soon." Marcus felt his heart curiously and irritably, clench tightly at the mongrel's down hearted look, his happy smile dimming ever so slightly. "It is required for all new pets to be confined for a limited time before allowing them to roam freely in Eos…but I will talk to Aisha and see if the both of you can meet," Marcus surprised himself in saying.

"Really?" Fidget asked with relief sounding clearly in his voice.

"…Yes," said Marcus indifferently as he tugged at the cuffs of his sleeves, not wanting to seem as if he cared about the boy's reaction.

Grinning Fidget got up off the bed and took two steps towards the Blondie. "Where you go'n?" Fidget asked sliding himself in front of Marcus's servant.

Marcus 'humphed' at how easily his Furniture allowed the boy to take over, as if it were natural to obey the mongrel's silent command to withdraw himself. "It is easy to see why those on Sinrev commented that you had a very commanding presence. In just a few short hours Sky, you've gotten my Furniture eating out the palm of your hand." And there is that grin again, thought Marcus narrowing his eyes.

"You get more flies with honey than vinegar, right?" Fidget said as he ran his hands down the Blondie's chest, smoothing the wrinkles on the Elite's shirt. "Can I come?" Although he was enjoying the pampering, Fidget really wanted to take a look around to start locating every exit he could find, not that he would escape without first talking to Keito.

"No, you may not," Marcus said dusting the boy's hands that started to grope his chest, moving the boy to the side so he could examine himself in the full length mirror on the wall.

"Why?" Fidget pouted.

"Rules," Marcus said stiffening when the boy stepped behind him and snaked his hands around him to continue his fondling of the upper front of his body…and completely distracting him of what he was about to say.

"What were you saying about rules?" asked Fidget, his voice muffled from his mouth being slightly covered by the Blondie's shirt.

Marcus's breath hitched as the mongrel's fingers grazed over his nipples. It was only catching the twinkling in the boy's eyes, the knowing mischief in those gray orbs looking up at him from the boy's reflection in the mirror that shook Marcus back to his senses. Sky knew what he was doing and manipulating Marcus to get his way was not going to work. "I was saying," Marcus said briskly, "there are rules that must be followed, protocols, which all Elite must obey when purchasing a new pet." Once again removing the boy's hands from his person, Marcus made his way out of the room.

"I thought you Elites made the rules? But here you say you're chained down by them…how disappointing." Fidget sneakily commented, taking delight in how his words made the Blondie pause and turn back to him.

"Everyone has rules that they must abide by," Marcus tightly responded.

"Not me!" Fidget grinned hopping on the big bed, jumping up and down.

"Stop that! Get down!" Marcus strode up to the bed and grabbed the boy, who, to Marcus's dismay and enjoyment, hopped into his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

"Did I tell you that you look very pretty all spiffed up?" Fidget whispered, tightening his legs around the Blondie.

Forgetting all about his vexation with the mongrel, Marcus could feel himself soften right along with the boy's affectionate low toned words. "No, you did not," Marcus huskily said as he helped the mongrel by holding him up with one of his arms.

"You're also unbelievable well endowed." Fidget held back his giggle when the Blondie glowered at him. "No don't take away your arm! I'll fall!"

"I should let you fall, you wicked little thing," said Marcus, glaring at the boy. "Let go of me or I'll be late."

"Kiss good-bye?" Fidget asked hopefully.

"No- 'umpf!'" Marcus's rejection was silenced as the mongrel slammed his mouth over his. The rotten child caressed him just right behind his ear sending shivers through his spine, making him gasp to allow the boy to stick his tongue in his mouth.

Fidget kissed the Blondie deeply for a long, hard minute before lifting his head with a knowing smirk on his lips. "Bring me back a goodie?"

Breathing heavily, his hands somehow both holding the boy's rear end and, to his horror, still kneading the firm globes. Marcus was speechless by his actions. Disturbed, he let go of the boy, dropping him on the bed. "Anything you want, tell Simon and he will get it for you."

His mind in chaos, it wasn't until Marcus was already getting into his vehicle on his way to Midas to meet Aisha at the café that they both enjoyed, that he realized something. That the whole time he and Sky had been in his bedroom, not once did the boy look at his own reflection in the mirror. The boy had purposely made sure his back was always facing the reflective glass and when Sky was behind him, he never took his eyes away from his face…

oOoOoOo

"How is he?" Aisha inquired to his Furniture the moment he returned from his luncheon with Marcus.

"The same, Master Rosen…The mongrel has not risen from his bed since he awoke last night."

Aisha sighed, "And his meal? Has he also still not eaten?" Aisha wasn't sure what to do with the gentle creature, was getting concerned by the lack of…life…that the boy showed from the moment he opened his lovely stormy gray eyes.

"…Yes, master….he still refuses to eat."

"Make something fresh, Cole, and bring it to my rooms." Removing his coat and handing it to his Furniture, Aisha made his way down the hallway to the slightly open door of his new pet's room. For a long moment, he stood at the doorway gazing at the silent, unmoving boy on the small bed.

"Joshua?" Aisha called out softly and sighed when the boy did not respond. He could tell by the way the mongrel breathed that he wasn't sleeping, not that it would have mattered if he was, Aisha would have woken him up. "Cole has informed me that you still have not eaten. Not last night when you awoke, this morning or this afternoon. You must take nourishment."

After cleaning the grim from the boy's body, Aisha had left the mongrel alone last night, thinking the shock of finding himself on Amoi, in Eos, the home of the Elites, had been overwhelming. Thinking the best course of action would be to allow the boy space to gather his wits, Aisha had kept his distance. But the boy wasn't snapping out of it and after listening to Marcus's 'complaints' about his mongrel's inability to keep his hands to himself, Aisha had grown impatient.

"If you do not eat or drink something then I will be forced to call in medical staff and hook you up to an I.V. so that you get the fluids your body desperately needs." Making his way to the side of the bed where the boy lay on his side, Aisha sat down and gazed worriedly at how his timid mongrel's eyes stared dully at the wall. A look that told Aisha that the boy had heard nothing of what he just said.

Gently running his fingers through the boy's beautiful light blue tresses, Aisha played with the silver tips of each lock of hair. He should have known that such a gentle creature, no matter if he was a mongrel, would become like this from the shock. "You are not being punished," Aisha whispered, "no harm will come to you while in my care."

When the boy still said nothing, but continued to stare blankly at the wall, Aisha stood and uncovered the young man. With elite ease, he picked the blue haired mongrel up in his arms, concern written on Aisha's face when the boy's head fell back limply on his arm and he still said nothing. "The decision to allow you to be by yourself was an error on my part," Aisha whispered, carrying the boy from the small room and farther down the hall to his own.

Holding the boy in his lap, on his bed, Aisha caressed the ball of his thumb on the boy's smooth cheek. "Will you not look at me?" Aisha asked as he tucked the boy tighter into his embrace, frowning slightly into gray eyes still continuing to stare ahead without seeing anything around him.

"Master Rosen?"

"Come," Aisha commanded, motioning his Furniture to place Joshua's tray on the nightstand before dismissing him.

Dipping his fingers into the glass of iced water, Aisha fished out a small ice cube and glossed the boy's chapped lips with its wet iciness, but still achieved no reaction.

Aisha was at a loss as to what to do to bring the boy back from the world he had locked himself into, from the secret space deep within himself where the mongrel was still hiding. "The sun is shining brightly today…there is barely a cloud in the sky." Aisha began to speak, hoping that by hearing his voice the boy might wake up from his sleepless slumber.

The amount of concern he was showing the boy was more than he had ever shown any pet before. In fact, the young mongrel was the only human he had broadcasted such anxiety over. "Wake up child…" Aisha chuckled sadly, "no one would ever believe that your name is Fidget by the way you lay about…"

"…..Fidget…."

The word was spoken so softly that Aisha, even with his enhanced hearing, did not hear what the boy had whispered. Nor did he particularly care, he was only glad that the boy had finally said something. "I did not hear you, speak one more time," Aisha encouraged.

"…My name…you called me…"

Aisha breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the softly whispered words come from the boy's lips. "I had denied believing that Fidget was your name, because how much it conflicted with your nature. If I had known calling you by your true name would make you speak, then I would have used it sooner."

"My name…how?"

Aisha smiled. "How did I find out your true name? Last night a Blondie by the name of Marcus Jayd, and a close friend of mine, called me. Your brother, Sky, told Marcus your name and my friend relayed the message to me."

Sky shifted in the Blondie's arms, eyes suddenly widening in panic. "My brother…he's alright?...He's not hurt?"

Aisha shook his head. "He is perfectly healthy and from what I hear giving my friend, quite the hand full."

Sky blinked back the moisture gathering in his eyes, the numbing horror of Keita being shot running through his brain once again. "There was so much blood…" Sky whispered, thinking about the night he had watched Keita get gunned down before his eyes. His sanity threatened to collapse once again.

"Completely fake," Aisha said kindly. "Orphe, the Blondie that brought you all back to Amoi, figured that the only way to subdue you was to make it seem as if he had fatally injured your sibling."

Sky closed his eyes, the pain that had ripped through his body watching Fidget 'die' had been unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The only reason why he had not chosen to follow his twin into the next life when he thought Keita had passed, holding his still body in his arms, was because he had every intention of killing the Blondie that had pulled the trigger….now there was no need for such homicidal planning.

His twin was alive.

Now for the problem at hand.

Opening his eyes Sky looked at the Blondie holding him. "So…Sky is with your friend here at…?" Sky left the question hanging.

"Eos. You, your brother, the other mongrel as well as the two pets have been brought back here." Aisha reluctantly allowed the boy to sit up, but kept a firm grip on him so that he couldn't get off his lap. "Will you tell me why you were given such a strange name?" Aisha asked, tilting the boy's chin up so that he could continue to look at his lovely features.

Knowing his twin, Sky knew Keita wouldn't have given the other Blondie any information about himself and, more than likely, would try to distract the Elite by sexually harassing him. Fidget was actually a very private person and would do just about anything to keep the Blonde's mind away from digging for personal background. His twin would wait for Aisha's friend to take the lead and fabricate a story.

"I was given the name…Fidget…because of how calm I am….it was an insult that stuck." Sky waited to see if the Blondie ate up his little lie.

"What was your name before that?" Aisha asked as he moved his caresses of the boy's face to his bare shoulder.

With a well practiced look of bewilderment, Sky shook his head, "I don't know…For as long as I can remember I've always been called by the nickname I was given." Sky had no intention of supplying the Elite with his real name and knew Keita wouldn't give the Blondie his name either. Their names were only for them to use with each other and no one else would ever gain their approval to call the twins by anything other than a nickname.

"I guess it would be useless for me to continue calling you by the name you used at the café," said Aisha in a gentle but reprimanding tone.

"Oh…sorry…it was necessary to use an alias…but my affection towards you was real." The apology was a lie, but what Sky said about how he felt towards the Blondie was true. He'd never felt so much 'affection' towards anyone else as strongly before. Even now he wanted to sleep with the beautiful Blondie, but his lower regions would have to suffer until he was reunited with his brother.

"So you were just helping your brother and the other mongrel with their plan in breaking Riki free?" The boy didn't have to reply to his question, Aisha had already come to the conclusion that the other boy, Sky, had convinced his more timid brother to go along with the mad scheme. Sky was the dominant sibling and so his decision that it would be best to keep the two of them apart for the time being was only to prevent future problems. The other boy was clearly a bad influence and Aisha didn't want him around to taint his new pet.

"No…. I was a willing participant in breaking Riki free…" Even as he said it, Sky could see that the Blondie wasn't listening to him. It seemed that his plan of making the Elite fall for his pure and innocent act had worked a little too well. "When can I see my brother?" Sky asked instead of pushing his involvement in successfully breaking Riki free. He also did not see the need to bother about making it known that it had been Keita who was helping him, and not the other way around. To do so would be out of character…well out of character for the person the Blondie thought he was.

"Master Rosen? You have a call."

Aisha nodded to his Furniture, happy for the interruption, not wanting to darken the good mood in denying the boy in seeing his brother. "We will talk about this later." Setting the boy to the side, Aisha kissed the mongrel on the forehead. Surprised by his actions Aisha's brows furrowed. "Before I take my leave this," Aisha nodded to his Furniture, "is my Furniture, Cole. You are to listen to him and follow his advice about the rules you will need to follow." Much on his mind, Aisha didn't see the cruel twist of his servant's lips as he made his way out. But Sky did.

"You will be under my command. Master Rosen is very fond of useless pets and from the fragility of what brat he has picked up off the streets I can see that you are another one of them. If you want to last in this household you will do exactly as I tell you."

"….Do as you tell me to do?" Even if his beloved brother had died, Sky wouldn't have stayed a vegetable for long, just as he would never allow the little shit in front of him think that he could take charge over him.

"Yes. I may be Furniture, but to the pets that have gone through these doors it was perfectly clear that I was their second master. Without me they would die. Without me, you will die."

Chuckling Sky stood and crossed the bedroom to where the servant stood by the door. "…I think it is you who is mistaken," Sky whispered as he closed the bedroom door quietly before turning to the older man, dropping the mask he had donned for the Blondie's benefit in his act of delicacy.

"...!"

Sky grinned evilly when the Furniture, Cole, backed up a step, as he saw the predator shining in Sky's eyes. "I think the both of us need to come to an understanding before Aisha comes back." Sky stepped up to Cole. "All this talk about me doing as you command bullshit stops here." Sky smiled and grabbed the servant by the throat in an unbreakable hold.

"You may have been the man before, but that's all in the past. From this moment on you will do everything I tell you to do," Sky sweetly said as he caressed the rapid beat of the Furniture's pulse under his fingertips. "You see," Sky continued speaking quietly, "You only think you have power over me, but it is I who hold all the winning cards. Even if you were to go to your Blondie master and tell him of me, he'll never believe you. As you've said, Aisha likes his play-things to be all helpless. Weakness gets him all hot and I've convinced him, without a doubt that, that's the kind of person I am."

"He'll believe me-"

Sky tightened his grip around the servant's throat and leaned in close to whisper into his ear, "No he won't, you're nothing but a slave to do as he says, and if you did open your mouth then so will I. What is the first rule they teach you when becoming a Furniture? 'Never let it be discovered that you come from Guardian' Don't be surprised, I know the rule well, because if the royal princes were to find out that their servants, the ones touching their food and dressing them in the morning were mongrels….well it just wouldn't be good, now would it?"

Purring when he felt absolute control being shifted into his hands with the Furniture, Sky released him and patted Cole on the shoulder. "I'll part with a little bit of information about myself for you, seeing how shaken and confused you are. I was once a candidate to become what you are now, but due to an instability of character, I was removed from the 'program'." Meaning Sky's beloved Keita and he switching places had lead to him being kicked out and almost killed when the twins failed to meet the Elites code of acceptable performance to enter their homes in Guardian.

The secret of what Guardian did to some of the children, selling them to Eos and giving them the appropriate 'corrective' surgery to become proper servants to live with Elites…Sky and Fidget had promised one another that they would never say another word about it to anyone, ever. They never told Violet about it either, because to speak of it would bring back all the bad memories that made nightmares a dream you prayed to get in the night.

And it was for Keita that Sky made sure the events were never talked about. Out of the both of them it was his dear twin that got the worst of it all.

"You were to become…"

His attention was brought back to the sniveling mongrel before him, Sky smiled sweetly, evilly, once again, he grabbed the servant between the legs making him yelp, but feeling nothing of what should have been there. "Yes, I was. I know all about you and your kind." Your kind, because you had a choice to become what you are now and once you chose to become a slave to the Elites, you lost the right to be one of us, thought Sky. "But unlike you, I had the balls to take command of my fate."

Releasing Cole, Sky walked back to the side of the bed where the tray of food was still sitting. He picked up the eating utensils. "I don't like peas. Bring me something else," Sky commanded holding the small bowl out for the Furniture to take away. Sky didn't plan on being an ass to the mongrel forever, only until the servant learned that it was he that would now be calling all the shots.

The important thing that Sky needed to concentrate on was training his Blondie. It was a difficult task since he had to train Aisha without him knowing he is being trained, but training takes a long time and he needed to find a way to get to Keita's side as fast as he could.

They both hated to be separated from one another, they both were each other's life boat, but for his twin it was more then that. Sky had made himself to be the rock his brother could lean on…and hide under when he became scared. There were many things that Keita kept secret from him about the time they were torn apart in Guardian, and those things still had their poisonous fangs locked into his brother.

Eating everything on his plate so that his starved body could get stronger, Sky took a deep breathe before getting up to hunt down Aisha and begin the Elite's training. The faster he could manipulate the Blondie, the faster he could get to Keita. He needed to find a way to his brother soon, because the clock was ticking and Sky knew he would not have long before Keita's time was up.

TBC…