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Ank - Chapter 6 -Mornings Mourning
Black Moon Rising
By: ElegantPaws with all due deference to Yoshihara Rieko
Edited by: Ainzfern
Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze
Rating: Mature – NC 17
Parts: WIP – 6 of 25
Reviews are fuel.
This little sojourn into decadence is the property of A_ngua, now and always.
Chapter 6 of 25 – Mornings Mourning (Post OVA)
~~~BMR~~~
“Mmmmm…”
Hot water sluiced over the tired aching muscles of his back while steam billowed. His jaw ached something fierce. The cold compress had helped but not nearly enough. There would be a massive unexplainable bruise tomorrow.
“Bastard.”
Carefully he washed himself, surprised more damage had not been done. Just tender, Katze peripherally acknowledged as he soaped himself a second time.
He could still smell him, feel him upon his skin - faint stirrings; no good. Control was everything.
Katze sighed. He didn’t need this.
Switching the levers to cold, he shuddered as his teeth began to chatter under the brutal pulses of cold, unforgiving water that beat upon now tense muscles like sharp pin pricks.
“Much better,” he shivered climbing out of the stall and roughly towel dried his skin, suddenly aware of the faint light beyond the windows as a new day crept into view.
~~~BMR~~~
Hot breath ghosted across his face, supple fingers feather light stroked the taut muscles of his back rhythmically, bodies drenched with sweat, their hearts racing in time towards the inexorable flush of completion.
Raoul moaned aloud and thrashed.
He could feel those long sinewy legs wrapped tightly about him. The smooth sweat dewed skin of a sleekly muscled abdomen arching with equal fervor, encouraging the friction they shared between powerful thrusts of frantic hips.
So tight, so hot and welcoming, a stifled cry torn from a throat in ragged pants as slick evidence coated their bellies. The heady scent of musk as he came in hot wet pulses and the pull of warm, soft lips as their mouths mirrored the union of hot flesh, his cock continuing to twitch in release.
‘Wetness?’
Raoul’s eyes flew open as his heart continued to race.
He had been dreaming as was evidenced by the damp patch on sheets pooled in his lap and the dull receding ache in his loins.
The Elite looked about his bedroom dazedly.
Dawn was breaking beyond the windows. Another day had begun.
~~~BMR~~~
The blue cast of the monitor gave an eerie glow to Guy’s face as he began to slowly smile. He had found him.
“Sir Raoul Am, Chief Medical Officer.”
Bison’s leader stretched languidly. It had taken most of the night and a sleepless one at that, but this was sooooooo worth it.
“You naughty, naughty Blondie,” he snickered and blinked his eyes as a thin dusty light came through the dull gray sheet that stood in lieu of a blind from the newly awakened world that was the Midas slums by daylight.
He had Katze by the balls. Lazily he stretched and threw himself on the makeshift bed. A few hours of sleep were his reward. There would be more than enough time to corner the red-head in his den.
A brand new day had dawned in more ways than one.
~~~BMR~~~
“Kato, you sure no one has been up here this morning?”
“No Sir,” the elderly servant assured, continuing to look about him with a growing sense of dread. The office had been disturbed.
There was method to the Master’s madness in the office’s innocuous appearance. There was a place for everything and everything in its place. Not so this morning.
Katze had been his best owner to date. If he had failed him, what would become of him? Where would he go? Only luck gave him this enviable of positions as personal servant to the Black Market dealer of Midas.
The Master asked very little, ate even less and paid him sufficiently to take care of his own needs while providing him a place to live, protected from the marauding pack of jackals beyond the confines of the gates. He had failed at the only real task he had ever been given, keeping the Master’s rooms pristine, undisturbed.
Stopping once or twice to note a shift, a misplaced item, narrowed slits of amber continued to pass over every surface with a sense of foreboding. The cushions were haphazardly shoved on the couch and a stain, no three stains now that he looked closely, were hurriedly rubbed disturbing the nap of the material. Katze picked up the overturned snifter, sniffed it and eyed the wet bar.
His Best Allurian Brandy, hardly any left.
Kato approached the dark clad figure and took the snifter from Katze’s outstretched hand.
“Clean up this mess and find out who was in here and when.”
“Yes Master.”
Turning to look at his manservant, Katze eyes widened briefly as he looked over the shorter man’s head. The monitor to his bedroom was on. It was NEVER on!
“Get security in here NOW!”
Kato need not have been told twice. The angry stark expression on that usually impassive white face brooked no argument.
~~~BMR~~~
Guy watched as the elderly man, surprisingly for his years, speed past him without acknowledgment carrying the snifter and heading for the kitchen with a purposeful gait.
He smiled secretively to himself and took another swig. Things were quiet. They always were at the club in the mornings. This was the rest time for all. The boss would be counting his takings for the night and putting to bed his accounting.
Guy was feeling generous today as one business man to another. In the meantime he would nurse his drink and worked out exactly how he was going to use his little gem to best advantage.
Katze being fucked by a Blondie of all things, Guy pursed his lips with a slight frown. A shame it hadn’t been Tanagura’s leader himself. He could then have killed two birds with one stone. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers. The second in command was good enough for his plans, at least once he worked them out. Finally, everyone would sit up and give him the respect he deserved. Cause if this got out!
A slow smile graced his full lips as the bartender refilled his tankard, giving him a furtive evil look.
Bison’s leader was brought out of his reverie by a sudden whirl of activity as the tall thick set guard he had previously had a run in with the night before, came crashing through the kitchen doors chewing the last of his hurried breakfast, shirt still unbuttoned.
Guy kept his eyes down as he passed, he could feel those piercing blue eyes resting on him briefly before their owner made a beeline up the stairs, closely followed by two of his henchmen with lethal looking weaponry.
The chestnut-haired mongrel gulped, the last of the ale suddenly clogging his throat. This might well not have been such a good idea.
Instinctively he knew he had been caught as quiet footfalls approached then stilled, the subtle fragrance of Amber Lust announcing the familiar sentinel that stood at his side, while the pressure of long delicate fingers sent shooting pain through is right shoulder blade.
“Another? Or would you prefer Allurian Brandy?”
Guy looked up into cold amber slits. His stomach fell to his feet. Katze looked murderous.
“We need to talk, Guy.”
Perhaps, it wasn’t such a good day.
~~~BMR~~~
Author’s Note
Chapter Six completed. Things are getting complicated. Hope you enjoyed.
Namaste
ElegantPaws
By: ElegantPaws with all due deference to Yoshihara Rieko
Edited by: Ainzfern
Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze
Rating: Mature – NC 17
Parts: WIP – 6 of 25
Reviews are fuel.
This little sojourn into decadence is the property of A_ngua, now and always.
Chapter 6 of 25 – Mornings Mourning (Post OVA)
“Mmmmm…”
Hot water sluiced over the tired aching muscles of his back while steam billowed. His jaw ached something fierce. The cold compress had helped but not nearly enough. There would be a massive unexplainable bruise tomorrow.
“Bastard.”
Carefully he washed himself, surprised more damage had not been done. Just tender, Katze peripherally acknowledged as he soaped himself a second time.
He could still smell him, feel him upon his skin - faint stirrings; no good. Control was everything.
Katze sighed. He didn’t need this.
Switching the levers to cold, he shuddered as his teeth began to chatter under the brutal pulses of cold, unforgiving water that beat upon now tense muscles like sharp pin pricks.
“Much better,” he shivered climbing out of the stall and roughly towel dried his skin, suddenly aware of the faint light beyond the windows as a new day crept into view.
Hot breath ghosted across his face, supple fingers feather light stroked the taut muscles of his back rhythmically, bodies drenched with sweat, their hearts racing in time towards the inexorable flush of completion.
Raoul moaned aloud and thrashed.
He could feel those long sinewy legs wrapped tightly about him. The smooth sweat dewed skin of a sleekly muscled abdomen arching with equal fervor, encouraging the friction they shared between powerful thrusts of frantic hips.
So tight, so hot and welcoming, a stifled cry torn from a throat in ragged pants as slick evidence coated their bellies. The heady scent of musk as he came in hot wet pulses and the pull of warm, soft lips as their mouths mirrored the union of hot flesh, his cock continuing to twitch in release.
‘Wetness?’
Raoul’s eyes flew open as his heart continued to race.
He had been dreaming as was evidenced by the damp patch on sheets pooled in his lap and the dull receding ache in his loins.
The Elite looked about his bedroom dazedly.
Dawn was breaking beyond the windows. Another day had begun.
The blue cast of the monitor gave an eerie glow to Guy’s face as he began to slowly smile. He had found him.
“Sir Raoul Am, Chief Medical Officer.”
Bison’s leader stretched languidly. It had taken most of the night and a sleepless one at that, but this was sooooooo worth it.
“You naughty, naughty Blondie,” he snickered and blinked his eyes as a thin dusty light came through the dull gray sheet that stood in lieu of a blind from the newly awakened world that was the Midas slums by daylight.
He had Katze by the balls. Lazily he stretched and threw himself on the makeshift bed. A few hours of sleep were his reward. There would be more than enough time to corner the red-head in his den.
A brand new day had dawned in more ways than one.
“Kato, you sure no one has been up here this morning?”
“No Sir,” the elderly servant assured, continuing to look about him with a growing sense of dread. The office had been disturbed.
There was method to the Master’s madness in the office’s innocuous appearance. There was a place for everything and everything in its place. Not so this morning.
Katze had been his best owner to date. If he had failed him, what would become of him? Where would he go? Only luck gave him this enviable of positions as personal servant to the Black Market dealer of Midas.
The Master asked very little, ate even less and paid him sufficiently to take care of his own needs while providing him a place to live, protected from the marauding pack of jackals beyond the confines of the gates. He had failed at the only real task he had ever been given, keeping the Master’s rooms pristine, undisturbed.
Stopping once or twice to note a shift, a misplaced item, narrowed slits of amber continued to pass over every surface with a sense of foreboding. The cushions were haphazardly shoved on the couch and a stain, no three stains now that he looked closely, were hurriedly rubbed disturbing the nap of the material. Katze picked up the overturned snifter, sniffed it and eyed the wet bar.
His Best Allurian Brandy, hardly any left.
Kato approached the dark clad figure and took the snifter from Katze’s outstretched hand.
“Clean up this mess and find out who was in here and when.”
“Yes Master.”
Turning to look at his manservant, Katze eyes widened briefly as he looked over the shorter man’s head. The monitor to his bedroom was on. It was NEVER on!
“Get security in here NOW!”
Kato need not have been told twice. The angry stark expression on that usually impassive white face brooked no argument.
Guy watched as the elderly man, surprisingly for his years, speed past him without acknowledgment carrying the snifter and heading for the kitchen with a purposeful gait.
He smiled secretively to himself and took another swig. Things were quiet. They always were at the club in the mornings. This was the rest time for all. The boss would be counting his takings for the night and putting to bed his accounting.
Guy was feeling generous today as one business man to another. In the meantime he would nurse his drink and worked out exactly how he was going to use his little gem to best advantage.
Katze being fucked by a Blondie of all things, Guy pursed his lips with a slight frown. A shame it hadn’t been Tanagura’s leader himself. He could then have killed two birds with one stone. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers. The second in command was good enough for his plans, at least once he worked them out. Finally, everyone would sit up and give him the respect he deserved. Cause if this got out!
A slow smile graced his full lips as the bartender refilled his tankard, giving him a furtive evil look.
Bison’s leader was brought out of his reverie by a sudden whirl of activity as the tall thick set guard he had previously had a run in with the night before, came crashing through the kitchen doors chewing the last of his hurried breakfast, shirt still unbuttoned.
Guy kept his eyes down as he passed, he could feel those piercing blue eyes resting on him briefly before their owner made a beeline up the stairs, closely followed by two of his henchmen with lethal looking weaponry.
The chestnut-haired mongrel gulped, the last of the ale suddenly clogging his throat. This might well not have been such a good idea.
Instinctively he knew he had been caught as quiet footfalls approached then stilled, the subtle fragrance of Amber Lust announcing the familiar sentinel that stood at his side, while the pressure of long delicate fingers sent shooting pain through is right shoulder blade.
“Another? Or would you prefer Allurian Brandy?”
Guy looked up into cold amber slits. His stomach fell to his feet. Katze looked murderous.
“We need to talk, Guy.”
Perhaps, it wasn’t such a good day.
Author’s Note
Chapter Six completed. Things are getting complicated. Hope you enjoyed.
Namaste
ElegantPaws