The Other Side

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all of the wonderful reviews. I was so happy to get so many! This is the longest chapter yet. (9 MS pages yay!) I hope you enjoy.

To my wonderful reviewers:

Sheleeta
I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter and I’m sorry it seemed short. It actually had a higher word count than any of the others, hmm odd. Anyway yes I know I’m evil *cringes from poke of doom* but I’ll make up with it with a lovely lemon, I promise.

Mitsuhon
Thank you so much for sharing your support by reviewing. Sorry for the spelling mistakes and there is a reason for it. I have something called word recall deficiency which makes me put the wrong word in place of the correct one. I know it can be confusing and I appreciate that you persevere through it. Anyways I’m very glad that you enjoyed Raoul and Guy and I promise there’s more sweetness to come.

MikkiSenpai
Thank you for your wonderful review, it made me laugh. I love Raoul/Guy and I promise there will be more than an opportunity. I can’t promise that Iason and Riki won’t end up in a ring together, but if you’ve ever read any of my stories you know I’m a firm believer in a happy ending. There’s enough tragedy in yaoi as it is, so don’t give up on them yet!

Ethereal

Raoul hadn’t intended to say a word to Guy about the incident. He had taken far longer in the washroom than necessary and when he did emerge he had planed to head straight for bed though it was still rather early. What was he supposed to say? What he had done was unforgivable for so many reasons that Raoul could not even begin to list them all. He was a Blondie after all, and there were reasons why his kind was not supposed to become involved in such relationships. Yet the urge he had experienced had been so strong, and the kiss had felt so right. Then there was the fact that the Mongrel had responded to his attentions in a surprisingly positive manner. Didn’t Guy have a lover already? Perhaps Mongrels were allowed more than one lover, or perhaps Guy truly believed that this Riki was dead. Raoul refused to even consider that a possibility, because that would likely mean that Iason had likely met the same fate. He was of course, more concerned for Iason than he let on. It had been far too long and still there were no leads. He was not going to let the Mongrel know of his concern however, nor would he give up hope. Still with each passing day the possibility that Iason was dead seemed a little more likely.

It seemed that Guy was not so willing to let the subject drop for the night. As soon as Raoul left the washroom the Mongrel came right up to him looking up at Raoul with those deep eyes that seemed to pierce all of the Blondie’s defenses. He seemed rather angry, and understandably so. “So what, you kiss me and you storm off without a word?” Guy asked abruptly. “Did I disgust you that much?”

Raoul’s mouth opened and he inhaled sharply, drawing back from the verbal assault. “Did I look like I was disgusted?” He responded defensively. “I think you misunderstand my reasoning. I forced intimacy on you and that was utterly inappropriate for more reasons than you can comprehend. I did apologize for my actions but apparently that apology has fallen on death ears.”

Guy laughed dryly as he moved closer to the Blondie until Raoul found himself backed into a wall. There was a lusty gleam in the Mongrel’s eyes, a half crazed look that left even Raoul feeling a bit more intimidated than he cared to let on. “You forced it on me did you?” Guy whispered huskily. His hand came up to trace along to Blondie’s collarbone. “Did I look like I was resisting?”

“You have a lover.” Raoul pointed out sharply. This was completely new ground for him and though he could not deny that Guy’s attention was rather pleasant he could not forget why he had ended that kiss. He had to put a stop to this while he still could.

Guy’s hand stopped its sweeping motion along Roual’s collar bone and instead desended to wrap around his waist. Raoul stood in frozen shook as the Mongrel hung his head, his weight suddenly descending on stiff figure beneath him as he leaned against the Blondie’s chest. “No, I had a lover.” Guy corrected in an empty voice confirming Raoul’s suspicion. Raoul stared down at the Mongrel not at all certain to what to do with this currant situation. “Guy you can not give up hope. I refuse to believe that Iason is gone and you can not give up on your Mongrel.” Oh course this was said more for Iason’s benefit than that of a Mongrel. Raoul knew that Guy did lose hope than he would stop looking for Iason all together.

Guy looked up at Raoul in surprise. Than to the Blondie’s utter shock Guy laughed. “I don’t think he’s dead you idiot. Riki’s too much of a stubborn bastard to be dead. I mean that he’d never take me back.” Guy lowered his voice; “He’s not my Mongrel anymore.” He said hollowly.

Raoul’s brow creased at being called an idiot but he didn’t draw attention to it. The Mongrel had called him worse in the past, and he didn’t want to interrupt Guy now that he was finally getting to the route of things. “What do you mean he would not take you back? You’ve been searching for him all of this time. Of course he will take you back.” Raoul said in what he hoped was a calming voice but simply sounded flat to his own ears.

Guy shook his head. “You really are clueless you know that Blondie? I’ve been seen all over Midas with you asking about the whereabouts of a Blondie. I’ve been branded a traitor, I can’t ever go back.”

“You can explain that you were with me so that you could locate your Riki. Aside from that I do believe you are overreacting. The Mongrels we spoke with to seemed all too willing to help.” Raoul pointed out.

“That’s cause they were scared shitless! Look Raoul I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I know my own people. My life there is over now.” Guy said and Raoul couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt. He had not realized until then just how much he had taken away from Guy.

“If you truly believe this than you can stay with me, even after all of this is over, but I refuse to allow you to think that you must whore yourself to me in order to secure a place here.” Raoul ensured knowing that this would surely set things right between them. He was utterly floored when Guy raised angry eyes on his before slapping him clear across the face. The impact felt more like a pat on the cheek than a slap. Still, the massage was clear enough. “You asshole! You think I’d want this just to get a place in your house! What kind of man do you think I am? Why can’t you understand that I’m falling for you? Is that concept to hard for your tiny brain to grasp? You ignorant, selfish bast-oomph!”

Having had quite enough Raoul closed the small distance between Guy and himself, pressing his lips firmly against Guy’s to silence him. His heart felt a great deal lighter now that he knew that Guy truly did want to be with him. That feeling of rightness overtook the Blondie once more and he tenderly sought to deepen the kiss, an act that Guy was more than happy to allow. With a tentative breath Raoul drew back to meet dark eyes heavily lidded with lust. The Mongrel’s breath was coming in quick gasps, his hands now clinging to the sleeves of Raoul’s nightshirt.

Raoul closed his eyes as he tried to shut out the tingling in his body and the Mongrel’s own obvious need. He shouldn’t be doing this. As often as Raoul had witnessed pairings between pets he had never experienced intimacy himself. Why would he have after all? He was a Blondie, and there were reasons why Blondies were not supposed to mate. It was distracting, and it overpowered logic in favor of emotion. It was not something that should be allowed.

All of these protests were cut off as Raoul felt Guy’s hot breath tickle his neck before sending wet streams of ecstasy shooting from his collarbone to his chin. Raoul gasped at the foreign sensation as his brain barely managed to register that Guy was licking him. The animalistic action was more than Raoul could handle and he tilted his head back, drawing in breath in one quick startled motion. The Mongrel was pressed up against his body, his hands now questing to find purchase beneath the Blondie’s shirt. Raoul was more than happy to aid him in that quest, and he quickly stripped off the expensive material, letting it fall forgotten to the ground. He could not deny this feeling any longer. He wanted this so badly, wanted Guy so badly, and though he did not know exactly what he was doing he knew he would have what he wanted in the end. Raoul leaned down to lap at Guy’s neck the way the Mongrel had done for him. Immediately the salty taste of sweat mixed with Guy’s own sent filled his mouth. He was pleasantly surprised by the soft short gasps that came form his Mongrel at his actions. The need to feel the other’s skin against his own was unbearable, and without thought he pulled the plain servant’s shirt over Guy’s head, revealing a portrait of trim muscle and caramel skin. Raoul pulled the Mongrel even closer, trapping him in another kiss. He could feel Guy’s heart pounding against his chest and he knew his own matched the frantic rate.

Raoul pulled away and waited until Guy met his eyes before bringing up his hand to cup the smaller man’s cheek. “Are you sure you want this?” Raoul whispered.

Guy laughed softly. “Haven’t I made that clear to you already?”

“I, I have never done this before.” Raoul admitted in a quite voice.

“Really?” Guy smiled, “Well I didn’t see that coming.”

Raoul growled softly, nipping at Guy’s bottom lip in an almost playful action. “Blondies are supposed to remain abstinent, it keeps us strong.”

Guy pulled back licking his lips and sending a jolt straight to Raoul’s groin. “Strong?” Guy asked. “How the hell would that keep you strong? Than you go and watch your pets making out. You’re a whole race of cock teases aren’t you?”

“Cock teases?” Raoul asked. He didn’t know this phrase’s meaning.

“Don’t worry,” Guy said huskily as he grabbed Raoul through his pants and began to massage him gently. “I’ll show you what a cock tease is.”

Raoul groaned deep in his throat, his eyes closing and his body jerking desperately. He had never experienced this before, hadn’t ever had anyone touch him down there. “Just relax Blondie, I’m going to drive you wild.” Guy’s voice purred from somewhere. Raoul was lost to the world at that moment, lost in the sensation of Guy’s actions. Lost in the feel of that hand as it cupped him thoroughly, rubbing the soft fabric of his pants against him in sweat agony. Using just enough pressure to drive him crazy. Raoul didn’t even realize that the Mongrel was ridding him of his pants until he felt the sudden rush of cold air on his hardening erection.

Then Guy had dropped to his knees in front of Raoul. He began placing butterfly kisses on the inside of Raoul’s thighs, purposely missing the area that was clearly waiting for attention. Raoul moaned thickly at the light touches, annoyance mixing with desperate need. He could not wait much longer. “Guy, please…” He stammered out. “Oh Guy damn it stop that!”

Guy smile coyly as he pulled away, taking with him all forms of pleasure. “Stop? Alright than if that’s what you want.”

“No don’t stop I want, I want more.” Raoul said in a desperate tone that didn’t suit him at all.

“More?” Guy asked as he nuzzled at Raoul’s crouch causing the Blondie to let out a choked sound. “More what.”

“I, Guy please, like the pets do, I please.” Raoul slurred out pathetically. Jupiter was right, sexual intercourse did make Blondies weak. Here he was lowering himself to the point that he would plead to a Mongrel.

“I can’t do it like a pet.” Guy said with a little frown, “but somehow I don’t think you’ll mind.” Then Guy got to work, his mouth opening to wrap around the tip of Raoul’s member. Raoul cried out than, his hands reaching down to find purchase in Guy’s hair and his body leaning heavily against the wall behind him. Guy started a slow steady pace, his expert mouth moving in and out in a painfully slow rithum. His tongue slid along the bottom of the throbbing surface, reaching out the flick idly against the tip when Guy withdrew completely. The Mongrel’s movement’s filled Raoul with indescribable pleasure every time he was enveloped by that hot skilled mouth, but it left him cold and empty every time he retreated. The feeling was wonderful, but Raoul wanted more, and fast. Raoul was shacking, his carefully kept composer shattered as he fought to keep himself from gripping Guy’s hair tightly and forcing him into a faster pace. He wanted Guy to enjoy this as well, and he most certainly did not want to scare him off.

Luckily Guy finally showed him mercy, his slow torturous pace suddenly erupting into a myriad of quick fluid motion. Raoul couldn’t help but thrust against the Mongrel, his eyes now open and watching Guy closely as he gasped against the blinding pleasure. Guy’s head bobbed against the Blondie’s crouch, his hands massaging Raoul’s balls in time with his thrusts.

It didn’t take long at all for Raoul to come with a startling yell, his seed exploding in the Mongrel’s waiting mouth. Raoul sunk down the wall, the aftershock of his release sapping him of all of his energy. He pulled Guy into his embrace, wanting nothing more than to hold the wonderful creature forever.

“Thank you,” was all that he could manage to gasp out, though it did not begin to do justice for what he had just been given. Guy grinned drunkenly, his head resting against Raoul’s chest. “You’re very welcome.” He said before he looked down at the floor, his voice turning pained. “I wanted your first time to be good.”

Raoul frowned at the sudden sad look that crossed Guy’s face. “You first time was not.” He said as more of a statement than a question. Guy frowned and signed.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” Guy whispered softly. He looked up at Raoul, his eyes pleading. “It’s in the past okay. Can’t we just lie here and enjoy this moment, I don’t wanna think about anything else.”

“What about you?” Raoul asked gesturing to Guy’s half hard erection. He was more than happy to let Guy keep his secret for now. He had learned that the best why to get information from Guy was to earn his trust. The Mongrel would tell him when he was ready.

“I’ll take care of it in the morning.” Guy said yawning hugely, “I just wanna lay with you okay?”

Raoul smiled down at Guy. He gathered the sleepy Mongrel in his arms and moved them both to the bed. Guy moved to snuggle against Raoul as soon as they were lying down. He fell asleep with a small content smile on his face. Raoul took the Mongrel into his arms and soon joined him in sleep as well, feeling more at ease than he had in a long time.

~~**~~

“Okay Princess, time to go.” Iason glared at the Vuzerian on the other side of his cell before rolling over and turning his back to the man. The Vuzerians had given him the name Princess after the first day when he had complained about the hideous state of his cell. He had informed them repeatedly that he was a Blondie but they had only laughed. Even his success in the ring had not made them realize their error. The stupid creatures, did they really think that a Mongrel would have been able to beat the fighters that they threw at him? Iason had fought only to prove to the Vuzerians that he was a Blondie, but seeing as they still did not believe him he saw no reason to entertain them anymore.

“I am done playing your game Vuzerian. I will not cooperate until you perform the DNA test that I demanded and realize the grave error of your ways.” Iason stated simply.

The Vuzerian laughed of course. Iason allowed this, let the creature laugh while he could. “Ah come on Princess, you’ve been doing so well that we decided to reward you. I think you’re going to like this fight.”

“Do not pretend to understand my likes and dislikes.” Iason warned making no move to get up from the uncomfortable bed.

“Oh but I know you’ll like this Princess, that other Mongrel you came in with. Well we all agreed that you’d get to keep him if you won this fight. Of course I can’t promise that it’ll end well for him if you forfeit. I guess I could just let you watch from the sidelines though, if you’d prefer.” Iason’s heart jumped and he stood up suddenly giving the Vuzerian his undivided attention. “You intend to make me fight him?” He practically yelled as he pinned the Vuzerian with a look that promised a slow and painful death. The Vuzerian just smiled as he leaned against the wall beside Iason’s cell, not at all intimidated. “You think we’d really pit you against a shrimp like that? You should be so lucky. No he’ll be, involved, but he won’t be fighting. Don’t worry, you’ll see what I mean.”

Then the Vuzerian smirked as he pushed a bottom on the wall beside the cell. Iason groaned as he felt the invisible fumes fill his senses. In a matter of minutes he was on the ground and as weak as a common pet. He grimaced as he saw the force field lower and two armed Vuzerians come in. He was unsure of exactly what their ‘reward’ consisted of but he was sure of one thing. He was not going to like it.

~~**~~

Riki stumbled along behind the Vuzerian. He was cold, tired, and he really didn’t give a fuck about anything anymore. His gang was gone, his people were being rounded up as slaves and the one person that he could have still gavin a shit about had turned out to be the cause of it all. Iason thought of him as trash, and so trash he would be. He would wait until these things finished with him and then threw him away. It wasn’t like he had anything to live for anyways.

“Come on you, we haven’t got all day.” The Vuzerian that was pulling him along grumbled.

Riki just laughed bitterly. “What the hell does it matter? One freaking pit of hell to the next, what the hell do I care?”

“Well,” the Vuzerian said as he paused outside of a force field enclosed cell. “You might not care but the spectators will. Don’t want to be late for your first fight, do you?”

Riki froze, “Wait fight? I thought you guys decided I was too weak for your stupid fights.”

The Vuzerian laughed, “Oh you are. You’re not going to be fighting. You’re going to be handicapping one of our fighters. That’s all we can do with weaklings like you.”

“Yeah well fuck you too,” Riki muttered. The Vuzerian clearly didn’t take kindly to this because he delivered Riki a punch to the gut that caused him to double over in pain.

The Vuzerian smiled as he lowered the force field and threw Riki into the room. “Have fun Mongrel.” Riki lay hunched on the floor holding his stomach. “Damn these bastards are strong.” He cursed as he tried to regain his footing, his gut still screaming at him. The Vuzerian had put the force field up and left Riki alone.

“Riki?” Shit, okay apparently not alone. Riki turned towards the voice, already knowing who he’d find.

“Seems I just can’t get away from you can I?” Riki spat with a sneer as he glared at Iason. The Blondie had been lying down on a small bed when Riki had been thrown in, but he got up as soon as he saw the Mongrel.

“Riki, are you well?” Iaaon asked as he moved towards Riki as if to assess his health personally. The asshole actually sounded like he cared.

Riki pulled back. “Do I look well? Don’t touch me you asshole, I think you’ve done enough already. Look at you, you sure don’t look worse for wear Even as a slave you get treated like a fucking prince!”

Iason drew back, an odd look on his face. “Princess actually,” Iason muttered in a voice so low that Riki could barely hear him. Still, the words stopped Riki’s anger dead in its tracks. “What?” The Mongrel asked, certain he had misunderstood.

“They call me Princess not Prince.” Iason clarified in angry annoyance.

Riki burst out laughing. “What the fuck, really?”

“Do you think I would willingly say something like that if it were not true?” Iason snapped.

“Yeah, well no, I didn’t think you’d ever admit to that either way.” Riki said between laughs as he held his gut. Damn it hurt to laugh but he didn’t care. The laugher felt so good to his heavy heart.

“You were bond to hear it anyway.” Iason mutter in what sounded suspiciously like a sulky voice.

Riki ceased his laughter in favor of glaring at the Blondie once more. “What the hell makes you think I’d stay around long enough to hear anything?”

Iason pursed his lips. “Now that I have you back I will not let you go again,” he said sternly.

Riki sobered at this, “you think you own me? What gives you the right to say that? You sold me away along with all of the rest of my people when you made your little deal. What the hell makes you think I’m gonna go along with you?”

“Riki I have put a great deal of thought into what you have said. I can not consider your people trash because you are a part of that race. Why I do continue to believe that you are more of a special case than the others I will free them all when we get out of this mess. I can tell that this is very important to you.” Iason felt his nerves swarm at having to say such things. He did not enjoy admitting he was wrong, but he would not lose Riki now due to the Mongrels ridicules stubbornness.

“So you’re going to buy me with my people’s freedom. You fucking ass I can’t believe I used to trust you!” Riki turned and walked to the far side of the cell. “It seems I forgot why you can’t trust a Blondie, but don’t worry I remember now. You won’t free them, you couldn’t care less about them. I’d rot in hell before I sought help from you, and I know every other Mongrel here feels the same way I do.”

Iason was about to answer when the silver cuff around his wrist glowed and a bright chain of energy shot out to the cuff around Riki’s wrist. The Mongrel gasped in shook pulling away. The motion only strove to cause the chain to shorten, forcing the Mongrel to come closer until he stopped resisting. It wasn’t until he was an arms length from Iason that he realized that he was only making it shorter. Riki growled and turned away, careful to keep slack on the energy rope. “Well this is just fucking great!”

Iason smiled, his thoughts were oddly reflected in their predicament. “You can feel however you want to Riki, that is unimportant. I have made my decision and it stands. You may choose to resist me but in the end it will not matter. We are in this together now, and I will leave here with you at my side or not at all. That is the simple truth of the matter.”

Riki said nothing as the force field separating them from the arena lowered. Iason stepped out of their cell with a very reluctant Mongrel by his side. He was certain that the only reason Riki kept pace with him was to keep the cord from shrinking even more. Iason knew that the cord combined with his need to protect the Mongrel was going to make this fight far more difficult than the others. Still Iason found himself at peace. Riki was beside him again, and this time he wasn’t going anywhere.

Okay guys that’s all for now. Sorry to leave you hanging yet again but I promise there will be more to come. Anyways please do review, it really makes my day. I hope you enjoyed this chappy!