Forever Caged

Disclamier: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do i make any money from this fanfic.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze
Parts: 5 Of ?

Edited by cgl4034

~~***Forever Caged***~~

Iason's fingers flew over the keyboard. He wasn't working on a Syndicate related business, something he'd finished hours ago, but on piecing together the puzzle that was Riki and the frequent doctors appointment. He'd reviewed all of the information he had found, filtering through dates, times and names, but came up with nothing but dead ends.

As much as he hated to admit it, he needed Katze.

His ex-Furniture still hadn't woken up after having been turned over to Raoul that morning. The medical team that had brought the ruby haired man to Raoul's apartment, had informed the Blondie, quite unnecessarily considering Raoul's field of expertise, that due to the accelerated pace of healing Katze's body had gone through, his system was in shock due to the trauma of the intense healing and Katze, as a result, had fallen into a medical coma.

Raoul had contacted him after the medical team had delivered Katze to him, and Iason had been forced to listen as his friend raved about their general incompetence, his worry for his new Pet very much obvious. Probably more so than Raoul meant to show, or even realized himself.

As impatient as Iason was for Katze to wake up, he still found Raoul's actions regarding Katze to be humorous. It was interesting how attached Raoul had become since finding out that the Black Market Overseer would be his. Iason would be sure to keep an eye out for the two as he watched from the side lines.

Iason chuckled.

He could already envision his friend pacing his hallway, frustrated that his new Pet was yet to awake.

Noting the time, Iason realized it had been a few hours since Raoul had contacted him. It was time to see if there had been any change in Katze's condition he decided as he opened up a line, calling his friend.

"Sir Raoul Am's residence, how may I help you?"

"Get Raoul," Iason ordered the attractive Furniture answering his call.

Iason watched the boy's eyes grow large as he took in the Syndicate leader, and bowed in respect as he replied, "Yes, Your Excellency."

Iason didn't wait long. Leaning forward, he smiled when Raoul's irritated face appeared.

"You look a fright, my friend," Iason goaded. "How is Katze? Has he woken up yet?"

Raoul scowled. "No, he has not," he snipped, clearly as agitated as he looked.

Iason quirked his lips in amusement. "Come now, Raoul. You know the trauma that-"

"Yes, I know!" Raoul snapped furiously and Iason raised an elegant brow.

He knew Raoul was impatient, but the amount of tension his friend was emitting was frankly, surprising.

"Forgive me, Iason," Raoul sighed, filling the tense silence between them. "I should not have snapped at you," he apologized reluctantly.

"No, you shouldn't have," Iason agreed, regarding the other Blondie sternly. Despite their close friendship, Iason was still the Syndicate leader and Raoul's superior, a position that demanded respect, regardless of the other man's personal issues. Any other Blondie would have gotten a firm dressing down.

"I can't explain my reaction," Raoul admitted somewhat grudgingly. "I, more than anyone, knows how the effects of the procedure Katze has gone through are effecting him. I know that his slumber is a part of the healing process and that his body is in shock from said healing, and yet I'm frustrated that he won't wake up, Iason."

Iason's expression morphed into one of understanding patience. "I understand, Raoul," he assured. "I went through the same when Riki was brought back to me after Dana Bhan," Iason reminded the other Blondie. "Calm yourself, my friend."

"Thank you, Iason," Raoul said tiredly, dragging a weary hand through his long hair in an unusual display of emotion.

Iason smiled indulgently. "Get some sleep, Raoul. Before you know it, he will be awake," he prophesied.

Raoul nodded. "I think I'll take your advice, thank you."

"Remember, Raoul, when Katze does wake up I will need to speak to him immediately."

Raoul flashed an irritated look at his words. "Can it wait a few hours? I would like to speak to him myself, regarding his new role."

"Of course, my friend," Iason nodded agreeably.

"Have a good night, Iason," Raoul finished their conversation and broke of the connection.

Iason sat back in his seat, deep in thought. He would definitely be keeping an eye on Raoul.

"Are you almost done for the night, Iason?"

Iason looked up at the sound of his lover's voice and smiled at the lovely face that appeared.

He took in the sight of Riki leaning against the doorframe. His hair was damp, presumably from a bath, and he was wearing only a black, silk robe. Iason took a moment to thoroughly appreciate the view before noting his Pet's disturbingly pleased expression. A dangerous thing, to be sure, and Iason frowned lightly. "What have you done now?"

Riki snickered mischievously as he entered Iason's office. Walking up to his Master, Riki moved into the space between Iason and the desk before jumping up on it, smiling as his legs fell to rest on either side of the other man's waist. Iason's large hands lifted to rest on his naked calfs.

"What makes you think I've done anything?"

Iason gently caressed the smooth skin underneath his hands as he gave Riki a knowing look. "The satisfied look on your face gave you away," he said, ever the observer "Please, tell me that I won't be getting a call from some irate elite, claiming you've done psychological or physical damage to their Pets...again," Iason added the last word as a reminder to previously received calls of similar nature, as well as the ensuing punishment such calls had warranted in the past.

Riki grinned cheerfully. "Nah. I told you I would be a good boy, didn't I?"

Iason eyed Riki wearily. "Our definition of the word 'good,' seems to differ somewhat from each other."

"Yeah, yeah," Riki laughed slightly at the reminder. "Speaking about Pets, I met an interesting one today," Riki confided, breath hitching as Iason's hands ventured further up his legs.

"Interesting how?" Iason inquired curiously. Riki rarely, if ever, took an interest in the other Pets in Eos.

"Don't get all suspicious on me, Iason," Riki grimaced, though admittedly, couldn't really blame his lover for his cautiousness. "This kid I met got even more of a cold shoulder than I usually get, and he's not even a Mongrel!" Riki exclaimed in disbelief. "He said it was because he was an Accelerated Rank. C model Pet. What does that even mean?"

Iason suppressed a smile at the cute visage his lover made, his head tilted to one side in confusion, his huge, dark eyes boring into Iason's blue ones.

"It means that unlike other Pets, he was bred and raised at an extremely fast rate. Normal growth for Pets is a gestation period of eight to nine months, at which point they are born the size of a one year old human child and then placed in Pet academies for schooling. Bypassing the normal breeding routine, an accelerated Pet is grown completely to the desired age by whoever requested it done," Iason explained. "His rank indicates that he is almost the lowest form of bred Pets on the market. Why the sudden interest in this Pet?" he wondered.

Riki scowled in disgust at the explanation, horrified at the treatment of some Pets. He didn't allow himself to think of it often, but he was glad to have been born a Mongrel. He never wanted to live the life of an academy bred Pet.

He gave a little huff of irritation at Iason's gentle prompting. "Like I said, don't get all suspicious. I'm just curious because I'm the one who usually gets treated like shit," Riki said. "You should have seen this kid, though, Iason. Even the fucking waiter at the saloon wouldn't give the Pet his time of day. Totally ignored the poor bastard."

"Did the servant ignore you?" Iason asked, enraged at the very idea of it. Riki was his responsibility. His to care for and protect. He would not stand for some lowlife laborer mistreating his precious love in anyway.

Riki shook his head. "Fucker knew who I was and came whenever I snapped my fingers, and besides he wouldn't be able to ignore me even if he tried," he smirked, leaning backwards on the desk, his robe falling open slightly at his movement as he winked at the Blondie.

Letting his hungry eyes feast upon the sight of Riki's well toned chest and bronzed skin, Iason felt the familiar heat start to rise within him. Reaching over, he grabbed Riki by the wrist, pulling him down from the desk, spinning him around and placing him in his lap.

"What else have you done today, away from my watchful eyes?" Iason growled, untying Riki's robe, pushing it down his shoulders. Letting his fingers trail a path across the skin in a soft caress, his mouth followed quickly, sucking noisily at the juncture where head and shoulder met.

Riki moaned at the feel of Iason's lips on his skin as he grinned wickedly at his lover's husky voice. "Nothing," he claimed, his own voice darkening with his growing desire. "Since I can't go outside, not even to the gardens, I came back here." Riki shivered, eagerly tilting his head to the side, offering his neck to Iason

The Blondie accepted the offered treat with a pleased smile, taking the opportunity to thoroughly mark his Pet as his hand made its way to Riki's chest, finding a nipple and tugging at it gently.

"Cal bought some bath salts for me," Riki attempted to speak, his voice breaking slightly. "Said it was supposed to help ease the nausea when I get sick after the doctors appointments. It'll be better than that drink he makes me, it's too sweet," he informed. "I also saw him put some crystal statue in our bedroom."

"You don't have to worry about getting sick anymore," Iason announced, and clenched his jaw at the reminder. "I'll be talking to your doctor," he said as he gently eased Riki out of his lap and turned him around again. Picking him up, Iason sat him back on his desk and watched as Riki reached up a hand, stroking it across the Blondie's tense jawline.

Iason's eyes darkened at the touch and he grabbed the hand, pressing a kiss to its palm before bending down, pressing Riki back against the desk with his large frame.

Continuing his assault on Riki's body, he placed his mouth on a sensitive nipple, grabbing onto it with his teeth, using just the right amount of pressure, and was rewarded with Riki's eager mewls.

Pleased with his lover's response, Iason let go of the abused nipple, trailing his tongue downwards, nipping at the taut muscles playfully, and soothing the reddened skin with his tongue before pausing as he got to Riki's already weeping cock.

Iason licked the tip, tasting the salty essence of Riki before taking him fully into his mouth and was gifted with a throaty moan. Grabbing the slender legs and spreading them wide, Iason lifted one foot across his shoulder as he fondled the tender spheres of Riki's balls while taking him deeper down his throat, humming softly.

Tangling his hands in Iason's hair, Riki arched his back, squeezing his eyes tight at the intense pleasure, his toes curling on the edge of the desk. "I'm so close, Iason," he warned, breath coming in desperate pants at the delicious feeling of Iason's mouth around his cock.

Iason merely grunted at the warning and smiled when Riki came only minutes after, moaning loudly as he let go.

The Blondie released Riki's cock from the heat of his mouth and with a last lick down Riki's long, hard shaft, Iason stood, letting his Pet's foot fall from his shoulder.

Riki blinked up at Iason. His eyes, clouded in pleasure and slight confusion, swiftly turned to anger when Iason did nothing but stand there, watching Riki with a decidedly smug expression on his handsome face.

"What the hell?" Riki demanded. "You're still pouting from that little joke I played on you yesterday? I can see that you want it," Riki grinned, rubbing the telling bulge between his Master's legs with his foot, pleased at Iason's sharp intake of breath.

"I don't pout," was Iason's raspy reply as he picked Riki up and threw him over his broad, powerful shoulder, walking out of his office towards their bedroom.

"Ouch! Shit, Iason, fucking warn me or something! Put me down, dickhead," Riki ordered, beating his fist against the other man's back. "Bouncing around on your shoulder feels like I'm getting nailed in the gut by a steel beam," he complained, hissing in pain when Iason slapped him on the ass for bitching at him.

Pushing him self up, Riki spied Cal standing frozen in the middle of the living room, blushing as he stared at them. One would think the Furniture would be used to their Master doing that kind of stuff to him by now, Riki mused, giving Cal a saucy grin and a little salute before getting another slap on the ass for squirming.

"Knock it off! It's not a turn on, asshole!" Riki burst out, kicking his feet wildly, trying fruitlessly to hit Iason where it hurt.

Entering their room and slamming the door shut behind him, Iason went straight to the bed and unloaded his light burden, none too gently.

"Damn it, Iaso-" Riki was cut off as Iason covered his mouth with his. Pissed at the other's controlling behavior, Riki fought him.

Struggling, he tried to push Iason's face away only to get his hands captured and held down on the soft covers of the bed, his body pinned down by Iason's heavy weight. The sound of ripping garments filled his ears, and just for a second, Iason lifted himself off of him, divesting himself of his clothing before he just as quickly lay back down on him, pressing his bare chest to Riki's own.

Using one hand to hold both of his wrists down, Iason smiled wolfishly as Riki gasped when Iason's other hand roughly caressed down his body.

Riki continued to resist, not because he was still angry, but because he knew the more he struggled, the hotter Iason would get. The need to dominate Riki got him teetering to the edge of his Blondie control, and Riki, though he would die before admitting it, loved how possessive Iason got during sex. Loved how the other man would lavish him with his complete attention, making Riki feel loved and cherished.

The hard part was getting him to that state without pushing him off the edge.

He'd never seen Iason lose his tightly held control before.

He'd seen Iason being playful, Iason being pissed or Iason just in the mood for some tail, which was almost every day, and it all equaled to one thing, Iason being in control. Always and without exception.

Iason held onto that inhuman control of his as he made love to Riki, using his Pet's cock ring only to keep the younger one from cumming too soon. Iason would spend hour after hour, taking Riki as many times as he saw fit, bringing them both a world of pleasure as they indulged in the ever burning desire for one another. When the Blondie was spent, Riki would be beyond exhausted, their lovemaking taking all of his energy, and he'd be unable to move properly for days.

No longer being controlled or forced to submit through the cock ring by pain or fear, Riki had become more inhibited with his large lover. There would be times when he felt particularly daring, and would say no, and deny Iason the pleasures of his body, knowing how it turned them both on.

On occasion, their tempers, well mostly Riki's temper, would get the best of them and they'd end up fighting instead.

One night, a couple of weeks before his run for Ceres, Riki had gotten into it with Iason. It had been about Guy, and had been their first fight as an established couple, despite their Master and Pet positions. Riki had stormed off in his fury, yelling and screaming, pissed as fuck with Iason's unbending ways. As he exited their bedroom, Iason was quick to follow him and grabbed him roughly by the arm, ignoring Riki's colorful language as he pressed his lips firmly to that of his Pet.

It was the most aroused Riki had ever seen the Blondie. Not even when Iason had taken him for the first time could compare to the dark lust he'd seen in his ice blue eyes that night. The harder he had fought, the harder Iason had gotten until Riki had found himself bent over the sofa with Iason behind him, spreading his legs and moving into the space between them.

If Cal hadn't walked in and dropped some sparkly glass thing, snapping Iason out of whatever trance he'd entered, Riki would have been fucked right in the middle of the living room. Instead, he had been dragged, kicking and swearing, to the bedroom where Iason had him hollering his enjoyment for a good hour.

A one hour fuck with Iason, was nothing short than a miracle.

With his body still aching from the day before, Riki needed to push his lover close to the edge again or else he'd be fucked till dawn...again. His sexual appetite might have increased considerably since he gotten patched up, but that much sex was going to kill him.

Drawing his legs up, Riki planted his feet on Iason's hips and pushed with all his might. Unable to move the larger man off of him, his effort made the unbuttoned tailored slacks, the only garment remaining, move down Iason's ass instead. Twisting his head, Riki freed his lips from Iason's passionate kiss and gasped for breath.

"Undressing me Riki? Do you want me that badly?" Iason taunted playfully as he licked Riki's lips, and swiftly hooking his arms underneath Riki's knees, lifted them upwards. Grinding his now exposed member against his little lover's ass, he questioned his Pet, "Do you think me a fool, beloved? I know exactly what you are trying to do!" Iason revealed smugly.

Riki winced as the head of Iason's huge cock entered him just barely. The lack of lubricant making it more painful than pleasurable for the young Mongrel. Pushing at Iason's shoulders, Riki tried to twist away from the slight burn.

"Clever, clever little Mongrel," Iason acknowledged. "But I'm afraid what you're trying to do won't work tonight. You may save those words of need and love as well. I plan to have you all night," Iason declared, pushing a tad more into Riki before withdrawing slowly.

As the Blondie reached over to the nightstand, Riki could see him pressing a finger to a jewel on the crystal statue Cal had brought into their room earlier. At Iason's touch, a small opening was revealed, and the blond dipped his fingers into the opening after having pressed a second jewel.

"W-what is that?" Riki panted, taking in the statue's appearance. It was a large, white wolf, with sapphire blue eyes and a small, snarling, black cat under its paws. The wolf was mounted on a block of glossy, black stone, decorated by several beautiful jewels.

"It's my new little toy. I had Katze give it to me a while back," Iason explained. "It becomes tiring, searching for lubricant, so I had this made," he spoke even as his fingers pulled out of the opening in the statue, coated in shiny, slick wetness.

Riki stared in amazement. "You had Katze get you a lube dispenser?" Riki's laughter was cut short as those slick fingers entered him, finding his sweet spot easily. His low moans became lewd shouts as Iason hit his prostate mercilessly. He could feel the Pet ring tightening around his member, and it didn't take long before he started begging Iason for his sweet release.

"Begging already?" Iason mocked teasingly. "And we've only just begun."

Riki shivered at Iason's playful tone, sighing in relief when the long fingers withdrew from his ass, giving him a slight break from the overwhelming sensations. Not a second later, he barely cut off his scream, a sound ripped from deep in his throat as Iason entered his whole length into him.

No matter how many times they'd done it, the shear size of Iason never failed to amaze him, or the fear, knowing it could get bigger.

Moving his hips skilfully, Iason pumped gently into Riki, keeping his eyes locked onto the flushed face of the Mongrel underneath him. Bracing himself on his forearms, he lowered his head, dipping his tongue in between Riki's parted lips.

"The ring, Iason," Riki rasped out, wrenching his mouth away from Iason's eager one, clenching at his Master's muscular arms.

"Not yet," Iason whispered, slowing his thrusts.

Riki growled in frustration. Hooking his legs behind Iason's thighs, he tried to force Iason in deeper, nearly crying out in his distress when it didn't work.

Iason kept at that slow, aggravating pace. "Trying to tell me something?"

"Yes! Move faster, you bastard!" Riki demanded through clenched teeth.

"What will you give me if I comply with your request?" Iason prompted.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Iason thrust deeply into Riki. "Everything," he whispered reverently, releasing the Pet ring's hold on Riki's leaking erection. "I want your everything."

Riki came before Iason could slam into him a second time, but the relief of his orgasm was short lived as the fire started up again when Iason continued to pound into him. Riki bit his lip and grabbed a fist full of long, silky blond hair, holding onto dear life as Iason started to move harder and faster.

The strands of Iason's magnificent hair tickled his chest as he felt the man's tongue circling his nipple, sucking on it, pulling at the sensitive nub with his teeth.

Iason trailed his tongue from Riki's nipples up to his neck, latching onto the salty flesh, sucking hard. Reaching between Riki's legs, he grasped his Mongrel's cock, stroking the satin skin of the pulsating appendage.

Moving back from the gorgeous expanse of Riki's neck, Iason admired the large, dark, nearly purple, hickey just below Riki's ear. Locking his lips onto his trembling Pet, Iason swallowed the shouts of Riki's pleasure, smiling when his body convulsed as he came again, and with a soft gasp of his own, joined his lover in his release.

Keeping the majority of his weight on his forearms, Iason gently kissed Riki's forehead.

"No more, Iason... No more..." Riki begged, exhausted.

Iason had been acting weird for a while. Indulging in all night sex marathons and coaxing Riki into admitting his desire and love for the Blondie, his behavior was going to kill Riki if he didn't get a break soon.

"Not yet," Iason whispered softly, desperately.

A sob escaped Riki's throat as Iason withdrew and turned him over onto his stomach.

"Every show has an encore," Iason spoke into his ear as he slid back into his beloved's tight passage, scraping his manicured nails lightly down his spine.

Riki prayed he would make it through another night of an onslaught of torturous pleasure as the gates to hell opened, and the Devil himself, with his ice blue eyes pulled him in, again and again.

oOoOoOo

'Feels like I got the shit kicked out of me,' was the first thought that came to Katze as he struggled to escape the thick fog surrounding his mind.

He quickly found he was incapable of moving, and he worried it was permanent.

His worry growing as he realized the bed he was lying in wasn't his either, it was too soft and Katze was sure he'd never slept in anything that comfortable before, he started to panic. Through his distress, he somehow managed to categorize the pillows as truly horrid, his already pained neck suffering even more hurt from the hard cushions.

Fighting to stay conscious, Katze lifted his heavy eyelids and blinked at his surroundings.

'Where the hell am I?'

Coming more awake, he realized why his pillow was so hard. He was lying on someone's arm. Arms that were locked around him, explaining why he couldn't move his upper body.

Lying on his side, he noticed the hand attached to the arm he was using as a pillow, was locked around his right wrist, his left wrist in a similar situation with the arm wrapped around his chest.

His naked chest.

'The hell?'

With considerable effort, Katze lifted his head and trailed his eyes up well defined forearms and bulging biceps to land on the last face he expected to see.

The face of Sir Raoul Am.

Katze swallowed.

"Well, this can't be good."

TBC…..