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AnK - Chapter 5a - Slippery When Wet
Black Moon Rising
By: ElegantPaws with all due deference to Yoshihara Rieko
Edited by: Ainzfern
Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze
Rating: Mature
Parts: WIP – 5a of 25
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My eternal gratitude to Ainzfern for her time and patience in being my editor and occasionally gently slapping me about when necessary; she is one of the best authors in the AnK Universe, current or past. Visit her live journal sometime. Such wholly entertaining work is VERY worthy of praise.
Chapter 5a of 25 – Slippery When Wet (Post OVA)
~~~BMR~~~
Wisps of pale moons light stealthily crept over the soft covers, casting a silvery sheen on the two writhing figures atop the bed.
The faintest of moans was uttered from the red-head’s parted lips as Raoul continued his unrelenting assault on the sweat dewed skin of his neck, tongue and teeth tracing a slow sensual path from jaw to collarbone and back again.
He could feel Raoul’s victorious smile against the soft moist skin of his neck and the languorous lick then nip of teeth in response to his low needy whimpers. That dexterous hot tongue continued to wend its way toward a taut pale nipple, lathing it teasingly before gifting its twin in equal measure.
“Oh God…Yeesss!”
The Blondie chuckled coldly, never once lifting his head to acknowledge the lusty breathless plea uttered by the mongrel.
Katze closed his eyes, giving himself over completely to the feel and scent of the sinuous body atop his and the slow torturous grind of hips that had found their way once more within the cradle of his thighs, pinning him to the coverlet.
Raoul knew perfectly well what he was doing, rekindling the mongrel’s own lust, despite evident misgivings. He could feel it in Katze’s tentative touch that had grown suddenly bold. Those long delicately boned fingers explored his upper body and held him fast, the mongrel’s supple form thrashing beneath his, eager for the press of flesh and fulfillment.
The red-head seemed particularly fascinated with his hair, gently carding through his mane repeatedly, soothingly, reverently; a most pleasing sensation. Even more so when nails dug into his scalp sending a hot jolt of molten lust through his already turgid member. Exquisite was the feel of those lean hips rising up to meet his willingly in their shared heat.
It was so tempting to simple flip him over and have done with it and yet…the thought did not appeal.
He would have to slow the pace for maximum enjoyment. No point in wasting the experiment with undue haste. This wasn’t about sating the mongrel’s lust in the least, regardless of the unanticipated pleasure elicited within by the pliant body’s responsiveness or the slick wetness currently daubing his lower abdomen. It only served to confirm the mongrel’s readiness, to say nothing of his own current state of pained pleasure.
Raoul’s eyes closed in bliss, continuing to lath the pale, tensely corded throat. There it was again, that intoxicatingly subtle musk rising from the ex-furniture’s heated skin, enticing him to lick, suckle and tease the moist salty velvet between his lips as he descended the shivering form.
A most engaging practice this sexual congress, the Elite mused abstractedly, efficiently releasing the clasp of his belt, with an upward quirk of lips around the taut disk of a nipple, delicious.
Katze’s groaned exhalation of pleasure came from deep within his chest and reverberated within the cavernous room, sending ripples of smug satisfaction through the Elite.
To the victor always went the spoils as the Black Market dealer had taught many, the hard way. It was simply his turn …again.
This was nothing more than a game Katze affirmed bitterly, biting his kiss bruised lower lip and arching into the sweet pain of blunt teeth tormenting tender flesh. Soft tendrils of spun silk caressed his straining arms almost lovingly, while his trembling fingers pushed broad smooth shoulders downward.
He was complicit in the act of self persecution. No point fooling himself.
Karma could be a hard task master at times. He wanted this, for however long it lasted, regardless of what would follow. Katze stifled the whine that threatened to escape his throat again as hot fingertips grazed his outer thighs, leaving eddies of molten heat in their wake.
Sinuously Raoul continued to glide down his body, teasing his throbbing cock with the brush of a smooth cheek before sliding to the end of the bed; leaving him bare, cold and open to scrutiny.
The familiar metallic slide of a zipper being lowered caused exotically tilted amber eyes to open in query. Katze blinked in dazed confusion at the towering silhouette that stood just beyond the skylight’s moons cast.
He didn’t need to see those vivid green eyes to know the Elite was plotting, strategizing, purposely choosing to stand just beyond the radiant shimmer of the twin moons light where his own expression could remain masked.
Katze lowered his gaze to the belt Raoul still held loosely in one hand, while the other rested suggestively over his groin.
Raoul’s perceptive eyes narrowed and a slight smile touched well formed lips as he watched the Black Market dealer’s usually mask of stoicism fall into place, but for those intelligent eyes attempted to decipher his next move.
Katze had just confirmed a suspicion long held by the scientist.
He knew now why the red-head often chose to lower his gaze, even amongst his own while speaking. It was a peculiarity of his, even while working with his beloved terminals.
The Elite had had myriad opportunities to study the ex-Furniture as he performed his duties silently, flawlessly in the Mink household. He knew now what most took for acceptance of caste, servitude and its confines was in reality not so passive aggression; the last refuge of a keenly honed inquisitive mind, thwarted by circumstance.
Those eyes that met his briefly were weary, searching, and questioning of motive beneath the long lashes that only moments before had been pleasantly fanning Raoul’s cheek as they shared intimately of moist breath, skin and sweat.
Raoul involuntarily shivered in anticipation of the coming conquest, his eyes lazily drinking in the vision before him; of luminously moon kissed skin concealing strong, agile muscles. Green eyes continued their appreciative tour to the blushing shaft of the mongrel’s proud cock that, like its owner, refused to back down, even against fearsome odds.
“Come here, Katze,” Raoul almost whispered, waving the belt as though conducting, its metallic buckle glinting ominously in the pale moons light. “On all fours if you please, I rather like you in that position.”
And things had been going so well, too, the red-head sarcastically thought, slowly crawling as commanded to the end of the bed.
Keenly aware of the evident swell so invitingly close, Katze kept his eyes averted and consciously controlled his breathing, doing his best to ignore the primal tang of sweat and sex that pervaded the room and his own body.
Raoul watched with rapt fascination the slow progress of a single bead of sweat making its way from the mongrel’s shimmering hairline to upper lip.
Katze had no intentions of making the wrong move and possibly setting off the dormant beast that towered above him with a predatory stance.
Making the mongrel wait for his next command had been half the fun, but now, he was getting bored and that salty glistening droplet was proving far too alluring to resist.
“Lick it, Katze.”
The Black Market dealer furtively glanced at Raoul’s crotch, before lowered his eyes demurely.
“May I change position, Master Am?”
The blasted man still wore the slim fitting trousers and by all appearances, briefs. Amber eyes travelled slowly over the smooth lickable skin covering lean angular hip bones. Only the merest suggestion of pubic hair presented itself to the naked eye. His fingers longed to touch the forbidden.
Katze caught himself and averted his gaze, embarrassingly aware that he had been staring, lusting after the perfect form of his enemy. The thought had come entirely unbidden.
“No. It is a simple enough request. Surely you can manage that without me having to show you how, hmmm?”
It really wasn’t as if he didn’t want to fulfill Raoul’s command, but doing so in his current position was untenable and impractical. He would need his hands.
Though very aware of the possible reprisals for his action, the Black Market dealer sighed audibly and rose on his haunches knowingly defying the direct command.
“Respectfully, Master Am, if you want me to suck you off, I must remove this.”
He tugged on the belt loop of the Elite’s trousers lightly and silently began peeling off the sticky waist band of Raoul’s trousers and underwear.
The Elite’s enticingly musky scent filled Katze’s nostrils. Raoul was wet through with more than mere sweat.
For a fleeting moment Katze’s lips quirked in a half smile, savouring the small triumph. Raoul definitely wanted him, despite his cool attempt at manipulation. He could work with this. On more than one occasion he had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat with far less to work with, he mused as his fingers gently grazed Raoul’s inner thighs, thoroughly enjoying the subtle tremble of strong muscles in response to his touch.
Moment had, he cloaked his expression before efficiently returning to his task of disrobing this most difficult and mercurial of beings.
The Blondie had to admit to being somewhat taken aback by the presumptive defiance shown by the willful little mongrel. He could so easily snap that long, delicate neck, he thought tightening his grip on the belt.
Katze had overstepped; completely misunderstanding the command for what it was. No matter. He bit back a groan as the pads of Katze’s fingers sensually skated across damp thighs, eliciting a most disquieting thought.
Had the ex-Furniture performed these said same duties for his former Master? Raoul attempted to quash the bilious thought as visions of the mongrel willingly servicing his lifelong friend came to the fore.
Green eyes narrowed, unaccountably perturbed by the concept as he glared accusingly at the Black Market dealer’s impassive expression. Raoul’s livid gaze was drawn once more to those graceful hands, those delicate wrists. No wasted movement or flourish. Just performing a task, he had undoubtedly done many times before.
Firm in his resolve to punish, a slow predatory smile returned to his lips. Never let it be said, Raoul Am could not adapt readily to new situations, particularly those that promised violent release and retribution.
Oooooooh Katze would be punished alright, for far more than his act of disobedience.
This beguiling creature had a flawed tendency to be proud. Those now trembling fingers said far more than his earlier words of bravado. Perhaps he had been wrong in his surmise he mused, stepping out of the wet sticky clothing. More mileage could well be had from informing him about his little error later.
He would enjoy him first, repeatedly.
Something in Raoul’s manner and aura had changed. Katze cautiously eyed how lovingly the Elite stroked the belt from buckle to tip. His breathing had changed also and the muscles beneath his fingers had tensed, almost as if the Blondie was preparing to strike.
The red-head nervously liked his lips. Think, Katze think...something’s amiss.
“Master Am?”
The Elite noted with satisfaction the tremor in the breathy, questioning tone of the mongrel’s voice. He wanted nothing more than to feel the heat of those soft succulent lips and that equally slick tongue wrapped around his pulsing cock as he fucked that impertinent mouth to perdition.
The disciplining of chattel could take many forms. Katze would learn his place, a toy, to be easily dispensed with once used.
Instinctively Raoul leaned his hips forward, mildly annoyed as Katze bit his lower lip and fidgeted his way into a seated position at the edge of the bed in preparation. The mongrel’s warm breath ghosted across his skin, raising gooseflesh.
“Remember, no teeth, little mongrel. You really don’t want to make me angry.”
“Yes, Master Am.”
Katze kept his gaze lowered, as a silky soft cock head nudged his cheek, inveigling him to begin. Raoul had taken things, literally, into his own hand. There was something in Elite’s tone that he could not decipher; something more than frustration. Closing his eyes, the Black Market dealer opened his mouth, accepting the slide of hot throbbing flesh between his lips.
“Mmmmm… yesssss, Katze… just like that...”
~~~BMR~~~
Author’s Note:
Well? What did you think? Oi, don't you just love these two and their dance? See you soon.
Namaste
EP
By: ElegantPaws with all due deference to Yoshihara Rieko
Edited by: Ainzfern
Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze
Rating: Mature
Parts: WIP – 5a of 25
Reviews are fuel.
My eternal gratitude to Ainzfern for her time and patience in being my editor and occasionally gently slapping me about when necessary; she is one of the best authors in the AnK Universe, current or past. Visit her live journal sometime. Such wholly entertaining work is VERY worthy of praise.
Chapter 5a of 25 – Slippery When Wet (Post OVA)
Wisps of pale moons light stealthily crept over the soft covers, casting a silvery sheen on the two writhing figures atop the bed.
The faintest of moans was uttered from the red-head’s parted lips as Raoul continued his unrelenting assault on the sweat dewed skin of his neck, tongue and teeth tracing a slow sensual path from jaw to collarbone and back again.
He could feel Raoul’s victorious smile against the soft moist skin of his neck and the languorous lick then nip of teeth in response to his low needy whimpers. That dexterous hot tongue continued to wend its way toward a taut pale nipple, lathing it teasingly before gifting its twin in equal measure.
“Oh God…Yeesss!”
The Blondie chuckled coldly, never once lifting his head to acknowledge the lusty breathless plea uttered by the mongrel.
Katze closed his eyes, giving himself over completely to the feel and scent of the sinuous body atop his and the slow torturous grind of hips that had found their way once more within the cradle of his thighs, pinning him to the coverlet.
Raoul knew perfectly well what he was doing, rekindling the mongrel’s own lust, despite evident misgivings. He could feel it in Katze’s tentative touch that had grown suddenly bold. Those long delicately boned fingers explored his upper body and held him fast, the mongrel’s supple form thrashing beneath his, eager for the press of flesh and fulfillment.
The red-head seemed particularly fascinated with his hair, gently carding through his mane repeatedly, soothingly, reverently; a most pleasing sensation. Even more so when nails dug into his scalp sending a hot jolt of molten lust through his already turgid member. Exquisite was the feel of those lean hips rising up to meet his willingly in their shared heat.
It was so tempting to simple flip him over and have done with it and yet…the thought did not appeal.
He would have to slow the pace for maximum enjoyment. No point in wasting the experiment with undue haste. This wasn’t about sating the mongrel’s lust in the least, regardless of the unanticipated pleasure elicited within by the pliant body’s responsiveness or the slick wetness currently daubing his lower abdomen. It only served to confirm the mongrel’s readiness, to say nothing of his own current state of pained pleasure.
Raoul’s eyes closed in bliss, continuing to lath the pale, tensely corded throat. There it was again, that intoxicatingly subtle musk rising from the ex-furniture’s heated skin, enticing him to lick, suckle and tease the moist salty velvet between his lips as he descended the shivering form.
A most engaging practice this sexual congress, the Elite mused abstractedly, efficiently releasing the clasp of his belt, with an upward quirk of lips around the taut disk of a nipple, delicious.
Katze’s groaned exhalation of pleasure came from deep within his chest and reverberated within the cavernous room, sending ripples of smug satisfaction through the Elite.
To the victor always went the spoils as the Black Market dealer had taught many, the hard way. It was simply his turn …again.
This was nothing more than a game Katze affirmed bitterly, biting his kiss bruised lower lip and arching into the sweet pain of blunt teeth tormenting tender flesh. Soft tendrils of spun silk caressed his straining arms almost lovingly, while his trembling fingers pushed broad smooth shoulders downward.
He was complicit in the act of self persecution. No point fooling himself.
Karma could be a hard task master at times. He wanted this, for however long it lasted, regardless of what would follow. Katze stifled the whine that threatened to escape his throat again as hot fingertips grazed his outer thighs, leaving eddies of molten heat in their wake.
Sinuously Raoul continued to glide down his body, teasing his throbbing cock with the brush of a smooth cheek before sliding to the end of the bed; leaving him bare, cold and open to scrutiny.
The familiar metallic slide of a zipper being lowered caused exotically tilted amber eyes to open in query. Katze blinked in dazed confusion at the towering silhouette that stood just beyond the skylight’s moons cast.
He didn’t need to see those vivid green eyes to know the Elite was plotting, strategizing, purposely choosing to stand just beyond the radiant shimmer of the twin moons light where his own expression could remain masked.
Katze lowered his gaze to the belt Raoul still held loosely in one hand, while the other rested suggestively over his groin.
Raoul’s perceptive eyes narrowed and a slight smile touched well formed lips as he watched the Black Market dealer’s usually mask of stoicism fall into place, but for those intelligent eyes attempted to decipher his next move.
Katze had just confirmed a suspicion long held by the scientist.
He knew now why the red-head often chose to lower his gaze, even amongst his own while speaking. It was a peculiarity of his, even while working with his beloved terminals.
The Elite had had myriad opportunities to study the ex-Furniture as he performed his duties silently, flawlessly in the Mink household. He knew now what most took for acceptance of caste, servitude and its confines was in reality not so passive aggression; the last refuge of a keenly honed inquisitive mind, thwarted by circumstance.
Those eyes that met his briefly were weary, searching, and questioning of motive beneath the long lashes that only moments before had been pleasantly fanning Raoul’s cheek as they shared intimately of moist breath, skin and sweat.
Raoul involuntarily shivered in anticipation of the coming conquest, his eyes lazily drinking in the vision before him; of luminously moon kissed skin concealing strong, agile muscles. Green eyes continued their appreciative tour to the blushing shaft of the mongrel’s proud cock that, like its owner, refused to back down, even against fearsome odds.
“Come here, Katze,” Raoul almost whispered, waving the belt as though conducting, its metallic buckle glinting ominously in the pale moons light. “On all fours if you please, I rather like you in that position.”
And things had been going so well, too, the red-head sarcastically thought, slowly crawling as commanded to the end of the bed.
Keenly aware of the evident swell so invitingly close, Katze kept his eyes averted and consciously controlled his breathing, doing his best to ignore the primal tang of sweat and sex that pervaded the room and his own body.
Raoul watched with rapt fascination the slow progress of a single bead of sweat making its way from the mongrel’s shimmering hairline to upper lip.
Katze had no intentions of making the wrong move and possibly setting off the dormant beast that towered above him with a predatory stance.
Making the mongrel wait for his next command had been half the fun, but now, he was getting bored and that salty glistening droplet was proving far too alluring to resist.
“Lick it, Katze.”
The Black Market dealer furtively glanced at Raoul’s crotch, before lowered his eyes demurely.
“May I change position, Master Am?”
The blasted man still wore the slim fitting trousers and by all appearances, briefs. Amber eyes travelled slowly over the smooth lickable skin covering lean angular hip bones. Only the merest suggestion of pubic hair presented itself to the naked eye. His fingers longed to touch the forbidden.
Katze caught himself and averted his gaze, embarrassingly aware that he had been staring, lusting after the perfect form of his enemy. The thought had come entirely unbidden.
“No. It is a simple enough request. Surely you can manage that without me having to show you how, hmmm?”
It really wasn’t as if he didn’t want to fulfill Raoul’s command, but doing so in his current position was untenable and impractical. He would need his hands.
Though very aware of the possible reprisals for his action, the Black Market dealer sighed audibly and rose on his haunches knowingly defying the direct command.
“Respectfully, Master Am, if you want me to suck you off, I must remove this.”
He tugged on the belt loop of the Elite’s trousers lightly and silently began peeling off the sticky waist band of Raoul’s trousers and underwear.
The Elite’s enticingly musky scent filled Katze’s nostrils. Raoul was wet through with more than mere sweat.
For a fleeting moment Katze’s lips quirked in a half smile, savouring the small triumph. Raoul definitely wanted him, despite his cool attempt at manipulation. He could work with this. On more than one occasion he had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat with far less to work with, he mused as his fingers gently grazed Raoul’s inner thighs, thoroughly enjoying the subtle tremble of strong muscles in response to his touch.
Moment had, he cloaked his expression before efficiently returning to his task of disrobing this most difficult and mercurial of beings.
The Blondie had to admit to being somewhat taken aback by the presumptive defiance shown by the willful little mongrel. He could so easily snap that long, delicate neck, he thought tightening his grip on the belt.
Katze had overstepped; completely misunderstanding the command for what it was. No matter. He bit back a groan as the pads of Katze’s fingers sensually skated across damp thighs, eliciting a most disquieting thought.
Had the ex-Furniture performed these said same duties for his former Master? Raoul attempted to quash the bilious thought as visions of the mongrel willingly servicing his lifelong friend came to the fore.
Green eyes narrowed, unaccountably perturbed by the concept as he glared accusingly at the Black Market dealer’s impassive expression. Raoul’s livid gaze was drawn once more to those graceful hands, those delicate wrists. No wasted movement or flourish. Just performing a task, he had undoubtedly done many times before.
Firm in his resolve to punish, a slow predatory smile returned to his lips. Never let it be said, Raoul Am could not adapt readily to new situations, particularly those that promised violent release and retribution.
Oooooooh Katze would be punished alright, for far more than his act of disobedience.
This beguiling creature had a flawed tendency to be proud. Those now trembling fingers said far more than his earlier words of bravado. Perhaps he had been wrong in his surmise he mused, stepping out of the wet sticky clothing. More mileage could well be had from informing him about his little error later.
He would enjoy him first, repeatedly.
Something in Raoul’s manner and aura had changed. Katze cautiously eyed how lovingly the Elite stroked the belt from buckle to tip. His breathing had changed also and the muscles beneath his fingers had tensed, almost as if the Blondie was preparing to strike.
The red-head nervously liked his lips. Think, Katze think...something’s amiss.
“Master Am?”
The Elite noted with satisfaction the tremor in the breathy, questioning tone of the mongrel’s voice. He wanted nothing more than to feel the heat of those soft succulent lips and that equally slick tongue wrapped around his pulsing cock as he fucked that impertinent mouth to perdition.
The disciplining of chattel could take many forms. Katze would learn his place, a toy, to be easily dispensed with once used.
Instinctively Raoul leaned his hips forward, mildly annoyed as Katze bit his lower lip and fidgeted his way into a seated position at the edge of the bed in preparation. The mongrel’s warm breath ghosted across his skin, raising gooseflesh.
“Remember, no teeth, little mongrel. You really don’t want to make me angry.”
“Yes, Master Am.”
Katze kept his gaze lowered, as a silky soft cock head nudged his cheek, inveigling him to begin. Raoul had taken things, literally, into his own hand. There was something in Elite’s tone that he could not decipher; something more than frustration. Closing his eyes, the Black Market dealer opened his mouth, accepting the slide of hot throbbing flesh between his lips.
“Mmmmm… yesssss, Katze… just like that...”
Author’s Note:
Well? What did you think? Oi, don't you just love these two and their dance? See you soon.
Namaste
EP