Do you remember?

He, he, barrie18, it seems I caught you in off side here. You\'ll see what I mean. ;) Jishe, dear, when you are so afraid, do you know that you are actually right? DTE, more and more complicated, I\'m afraid.



Thank you all for reading!





“Think, Katze, think!” Death wish, he said? But if he did nothing, then it was worse. With trembling hands, he started to search through his papers on the desk, not sure of what he was looking for. He brushed his communicating device with the tip of his fingers, over and over again. Then he just knew he had to do it. He tapped nervously, Adam’s apple moving up and down, up and down, making it hard to swallow. When the Blondie’s face appeared on the screen, he just whispered, almost choking:

- Lord Am, please, go home! Now!

- Who are you? Where do you have this number from ? What’s the meaning … ?

- Iason! He knows.

The screen went dead. Katze did not have the chance to see the fear in Raoul’s eyes.



The door to Raoul’s penthouse opened and slammed against the wall with a loud thump. Riki jumped off the bed, aware that something was very, very wrong. He did not have the time to reach the door, that was blasted open. There he was: Iason, looking like a vengeful god, eyes as cold slits of cutting stone, pursed lips, a maddening glint in his gaze. He grabbed Riki’s neck in one forceful movement and threw the mongrel onto the bed, squeezing the life out of him. Riki felt panic rushing through his veins and started to thrashed, seizing Iason’s hand with his, burying his nails, cutting through silked glove, until blood began to pour.

- Slut! You ran to Raoul! Have you slept with him behind my back? Even when we were together?

Iason let his grip ease just a little, and Riki coughed painfully. The Blondie yanked the boy’s head by his hair, shaking him:

- Before I kill you, I want answers!

- Iason … a hoarse voice tried to reason with the mad Blondie.

- Don’t you dare say my name!

- You were mind-wiped!

- Of course, and why did you rush to Raoul’s bed? What do I hear, slut? I would have understood you going back to the slums, to that mongrel boyfriend of yours, but this? Or you’re too used to silky sheets, it doesn’t bother you to whore yourself to my best friend just to stay in Eos? And all that bullshit talk you gave me, about how you wanted only freedom?

- It’s not like that… I didn’t have a choice!

Riki was too numb with pain to realize that tears were flowing freely on his cheeks. Iason’s anger went down a little, but not much.

- I gave you everything! I gave up everything for you! To have you, Riki! Why didn’t you tell me anything? How could you stand to be touched by another, while I was not dead? Were your love whispers only lies?

- No … Please!

- Oh, you will beg for your life, Riki, because I don’t see how am I going to let you live, after all that happened! Do you know what I see now, in front of my eyes?

Iason shook the sobbing boy violently.

- I see Raoul making love to you! In front of me! Did you two have a laughter on my account? Look, stupid Iason, how he gets hard from seeing us fuck? What do you have to say in your defense?

- If I had said anything to you, Jupiter would have had me terminated! It was the only way to see you, to stay here, the closest that I could get! And it was not even my choice! I wanted to tell you, but it would have cost me my life, and you would not even have believed me!

Iason was panting heavily, while straddling the boy. His eyes grew colder. He bent and kissed Riki with closed lips.

- Well, Jupiter didn’t kill you, Riki. You should have feared me more than her.

- Iason, please, in the name of our love …

The Blondie’s body shook violently. He pulled from one sleeve a laser knife, whose red flame lit in a split of a second, making Riki’s eyes grow wider with unspoken fear. Iason’s free hand caressed Riki’s face, his hair, his eyes, his trembling lips. The hand drew further, on the chin, on the pulsating throat, reaching Riki’s chest, resting on his heart. The next words were spoken in a low tone, mad eyes unfocused trying to take in every detail of the mongrel’s face:

- I’ll kill you, love, I’ll bury my knife into your heart …

- Iason!

- Shhh … It will be over quick … Don’t be afraid, this bloody knife will rest in my heart one second later … I cannot live without you … You won’t be alone … No one else will stand between us … ever!

Riki felt strangely peaceful while following with his eyes Iason’s armed hand moving towards his chest. He closed his eyelids, waiting for the pain to come. A strange buzzing sound was heard and Iason’s heavy body slumped over Riki’s. When the mongrel flew his eyes open, he didn’t understand what had just happened. The weight of Iason’s body was drawn from atop of him, and Raoul’s face came into view.

- Are you ok, Riki? Did he hurt you?

- Nnn… Not much.

Riki’s eyes followed the slumped form on the floor. A shrieking sound left his lips, unwillingly.

- No, Raoul! You killed him! No!

He tried to get up, but Raoul held him.

- It was just a stun gun, Riki, he’s not dead, calm down!

- Let me check on him! Please, Raoul! Iason!

- You care about him even if he tried to kill you?

Raoul was sad and angry. He got up and dragged Iason by the hair onto the hallway. Riki followed close.

- Raoul, please, what are you going to do?

- I will pay him fully for what he had done.

- You’re the one that wiped his mind in the first place, Raoul!

- I will not have another word from you, pet!

The door to Raoul’s bedroom slam shut, leaving Riki outside, crying, knocking with both fists on the hard wood.



When Iason came to his senses, his gaze was blurry, and he was just hearing a distant sobbing sound coming from afar. He tried to move, but he couldn’t; his hands were tied to the headboard of Raoul’s bed, and said Raoul was standing in front of him, a menacing look in his emerald eyes. His legs were also fastened by their ankles, giving Iason as little ease of movement as possible.

- So, you’re woken up, good.

- What’s the meaning of this, Raoul?

- You tried to kill my pet.

- Your pet?

- Yes, mine. Jupiter gave Riki to me.

- Is it him? The one that cries outside this room?

- Yes, he is.

- He’s not your pet, Raoul. He’ll always be mine, no matter what you or Jupiter say. He cries for me even now, after I tried to take away his life, because he knows I would have gone down with him. He’ll never be yours. Even if you kill me.

- Who says anything about killing, Iason? I do not have the same bloody obsessions as you do. You know what? I am the one that wiped your mind.

- You … traitor!

- Oh, trust me, friend, I tossed and turned and ached a lot for this. Iason, so perfect, me, such a lousy partner… I used to think I did something horrible, but you showed me, Iason, how low you can go, even lower than me.

Raoul laughed. Behind the door, Riki’s sobs did not stop.

- Can you imagine? It was this pet, this mongrel from the slums, that made us, two Blondies, show our true colors. Jupiter must be grinding her teeth, by now.

- Raoul, untie me! Give my Riki back!

- Why? So you can kill him? I won’t have it, Iason!

- If Jupiter orders his execution, I will be the one to kill him, and I will kill myself, too!

- I told you that you have some bloody obsessions.

- Oh, yeah? Then why is the boy saying that Jupiter will terminate him?

- Because it was the logical thing for him to believe.

- You lied to him. You scared him, so he won’t turn back to me.

- Yes. Per Jupiter’s orders. She doesn’t want him dead. She specifically instructed me to take care of him.

- She instructed you to pretend we were lovers, too?

Raoul hesitated before he continued.

- Not exactly. But I wanted to know more about this whole ‘love’ thing you were so bothered about. Yes, I pretended. And you raped me.

- How was I supposed to know?

- I don’t care, Iason. You did it. You acted like an inconsiderate bastard.

- Look who’s talking! You stole Riki!

- I protected him! Without you, who would have cared for him? You no longer knew who he was.

- Because you made it this way!

- I thought I did what was best for you!

Iason let his chin rest in defeat on his chest.

- Now I know everything, Raoul. Please return Riki to me. He’s mine. I’ll talk to Jupiter. If she doesn’t want us together, we’ll die together.

- Stop it, Iason! We can still keep all this away from her ears!

- What do you say, Raoul?

- Riki stays with me. You come and see him anytime you want. You can pretend we are lovers and come and live here.

- You’re crazy, Raoul.

- I want something in return, of course.

- What?

- Riki.

- What?!

- I want him in my bed. I don’t care if I share him with you.

- I do! I don’t want to share him! Not with you, not with anybody else!

- I see. Maybe the circle is not yet closed, and that is why you are so stubborn. You are willing to sacrifice yourself and your lover, instead of borrowing him from time to time and still have him in your arms!

- You don’t know what love is, Raoul! I CANNOT SHARE HIM! I’ll die inside!

- I’ll stick to what I know. I have to close the circle.

- What do you mean, Raoul?

Iason watched his long time friend undressing slowly. His eyes grew wider when Raoul climbed onto the bed, between his legs. Raoul’s voice sounded weirdly calm, in contrast with his dangerous moves.

- We both had Riki, you had us both. I need to have you, Iason.

Raoul was in one swift move over Iason, yanking his legs, releasing the restraints enough for allowing him to raise Iason’s legs over his shoulders. With one hand, he tore the fabric of Iason pants, revealing skin and more. Iason looked at him, his gaze unwavered:

- Do you seek revenge, Raoul? Would that be enough to let Riki go? If yes, I’ll do it willingly.

- No. I take what I deem mine. That’s all. And if you agree to my terms, I add one more, now. Riki and you in my bed.

Only hatred was changed between emerald green and sapphire blue. Raoul laughed harshly, while breaching Iason’s defenses, finding his way to bury his shaft inside the unwilling body. He whispered in Iason’s ear:

- You want it rough? It will be my pleasure.

He pushed, grinding his teeth, ignoring Iason’s grunts of pain. He thought blindly that it was not as pleasurable as sinking inside Riki’s compliant body, but more like someone was trying to make him come by squeezing him too hard, forcing the semen out of his balls. Iason didn’t give in, much to Raoul’s anger and strange satisfaction. Only harsh sounds escaped both’s lips while doing it. Raoul spent himself angrily inside Iason’s body and withdrew in disgust. He dressed up and untied Iason’s restraints. He opened the dresser.

- Choose anything that fits you.

And Iason did, draping his body with the first garments that ended in his hands. Raoul took Iason’s arm and dragged him out.

- I’ll wait for your reply. You better not do something stupid.

Outside the room, Riki woke up and rushed towards Iason, still crying.

- Are you ok, Iason?

Iason pushed him gently aside and caressed his face. There was no sign of the mad man that entered the penthouse earlier that day in his demeanor.

- I’ll find a way to have you back, love. Don’t worry. Dead or alive, I’ll come for you.

Raoul pushed him angrily towards the door. Iason strutted towards the exit, pausing only for a brief second, before getting out.

- We were the best of friends, Raoul. Now, consider that we are the worst of foes.