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Adult ++
Chapters:
123
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224
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4
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Chapter 93
Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I've chosen to invade the AnK world.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 93 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
"Yes," Rio whispered. "Come for me, Jared..." Panting, Rio gripped his rod with both hands. "So close... Just a little more."
His muscles tensed as blond hair filled his view. His heart thundered in his chest. "That's it. Give me what I want, baby..."
"Rio?"
Grinning, Rio stealthily jumped from his hiding spot, swinging the steel rod he'd ripped from the bathroom wall down at the Blondie's head. But, at the last second the Elite swung around, yanked the pipe from his hands and tossed him across the room onto the bed.
Pillows smacked Rio in the face as he bounced on the large mattress. Cursing, he tried to scramble away once he settled but was forced down by a heavy body pressing him against the bedding.
"How many times have you tired to hurt me, hum?" The Blondie asked, amusement ringing in his voice. "And how many times have you failed?"
"All I need is one opening," Rio rasped. "One hard crack on that pretty little head of yours, knocking you to the ground—" Rio grit his teeth as something hard grounded against his ass.
"And just like all the other attempts, you have failed." Jared chuckled, continuing as if he hadn't said anything, pissing him off.
Yeah, not once had he succeeded in hurting a hair on the Elite's head, but Rio was nothing if not persistent.
"Now for your punishment."
The weight lifted from Rio's back, but before he could move he was dragged across the Blondie's lap. Slaps rang throughout the room, and his scantily clad ass stung as Jared spanked him.
"You fucking suck," Rio hissed, glaring over his shoulder at the amused Blondie.
"Such language from a crowned prince."
Pushing away from Jared, and annoyed with the knowledge it was only because the Blondie allowed him to break free, Rio ranted a full ten seconds with nothing but curse words that would have made the most vile mouthed assassin blush, until a large palm swatted him painfully on the ass again.
"Refrain from speaking," Jared tightly said.
"Yeah?" Rio replied, "well, 'refrain' from grinding your cock on my ass then."
The Blondie's eyes narrowed, and Rio exhaled with both relief and disgust when Jared stepped away from him. No matter how many times he'd tried to kill him, Jared never lost his temper. The only punishment Rio ever received were a few sharp slaps to the ass, or he'd be chained like a dog at the foot of his 'master's' bed.
Yeah, he knew one serious hit from Jared's massive fist could very well mess up his face, so that the only glances he'd get from the pretties were of the pity variety, or break every bone in his body ending his career as a professional bad-ass.
Still, he couldn't stop himself from attacking the gorgeous prick, because there was nothing else to do! Day in and day out all he had to look forward to was looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows in Jared's bedroom. He wasn't allowed to room the apartment all because he had tried to kill the Elite's servant the first night he'd been brought to the apartment.
Hell, the subservient little man had followed him into the bathroom, and tried to hold his junk when he wanted to take a leek! Anyone would've gotten pissed. They may not have tried to strangle the dude with a sleeve he had ripped off his own shirt, but they would have punched the fucker in the face. He just took it to the next level, that's all.
"How can one as high born as you speak with such vulgarity?" Jared asked.
Rio lifted his chin. "Being born a prince means nothing to a guild of men and women who worship the blade. The only thing my princely manners gave me were daily ass beatings."
He'd been a snotty little shit when he'd been a kid. Whisked away from the luxury he had always known, he had mistakenly brought his "my shit smells like roses" attitude to the cutthroat world, Hell.
His mother hadn't explained why she took him away from the palace. She had ignored his snobbish eleven year old complaints, and dragged him into a rundown facility and shoved his ass in a moldy room. His dear mum had pointed to the group of muscular scarred men and told him "Listen. Learn. And maybe you'll make me proud" before ditching him.
Rio had learned only after his twelve birthday, and seventh failed attempt to runaway, why his mother abandoned him to that godforsaken world full of killers. He had learned the hard way...
"You are no longer associated with that world any longer," Jared said, shaking Rio from his troubled thoughts. "You will behave properly or face the consequences."
"Consequences?" Rio snorted. "Like what? Solitary confinement? Will you order that I not have pudding with the three meals I'm given a day? Or will you just spank me harder, while trying to hide your raging hard on while you do it?"
Rio had nearly all his bones broken growing up. Trained in how to withstand torture by being tortured. How to stay sane if thrown in a pit, not to see sunlight for unknown amounts of time. There was nothing the Blondie could do to him that he couldn't take.
"I will learn your weakness," Jared quietly threatened. "And when that day comes, you will bow before me."
"I already know you want me on my knees," Rio said, eyeing the noticeable bulge in Jared's pants. "But isn't fucking going against your Elite moral code?"
"I will allow you to wander the apartment, with the promise you will not kill my Furniture," Jared said, ignoring his taunt as he walked to the door.
"As long as he doesn't try to touch my dick again, he's got nothing to worry about," Rio said.
"And Rio." Jared looked over his shoulder. "Moral code or not, when the time comes, I will have you."
Rio shivered with wicked delight at Jared's heated glance. "I'll believe it when you actually do something other than sneak cheap cock rubs against my ass."
The Blondie chuckled.
Watching the Elite walk away, Rio shook his head. Normal people would have been turned off by all the times he'd tried to kill them. Something he had learned from experience. Jared, on the other hand, seemed to want him all the more because of it. Freak.
Following the Blondie out, Rio gave the Elite a mocking wave goodbye before strutting into the living room, and flopped down next to Jared's female pet. "How you doing, duckling?" Rio winked.
Rio gasped as ice cold water was dumped over his head, trailing down his back. Wiping his face, Rio glanced up to the smug pretty face of Jared's male pet.
"Oh," the male said with mock horror, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."
"Nah," Rio said, "it was totally my fault. You wouldn't have lost your grip if my hand hadn't slipped."
"Your hand—!"
Lighting fast, Rio sacked the kid in the nuts and watched the boy fall to the floor. "See. Completely my fault." Grabbing the girl before she could bolt, Rio brought her forward and ordered her to sit next to her purple faced friend gasping for air.
"Okay, I think it's time we make a few house rules." Rio smiled coldly. "As of right now, I'm the man. You wanna lick the soles of Jared's feet when the Blonde comes by? Cool with me, just as long as you know whose ass to kiss when he's out of sight."
Rio leaned close. "Because I have no problem killing you if you fuck with me. That includes you, sweetheart," Rio said to the terrified female. "I don't discriminate. I believe women should be given the same treatment and opportunities as men. We clear?"
When both pets nodded, Rio grinned. "Awesome! Now you wanna play a game of cards?"
oOoOoOo
"You gave Rio to one of your Blondies?" Riki glared at his amused lover. "What the fuck, Iason! How many of my friends are you going to enslave before you're happy?!" Untangling his hair from Iason's grip, Riki removed himself from the bed and stalked naked around the room.
"Friend?" Iason said. "This friend of yours sold you for a large amount of money, and delivered you to an airstrip where you would have been smuggled off world."
True.
"Rio's an asshole, I'll give you that, but he—"
"Always planned on double crossing Kirian." Riki grit his teeth as Iason waved away his argument. "I know this. It does not take away the fact that he accepted money to kill, not one, but two of my Elites. Including me."
"One of fucking which you gave him to! And the other who had contacted Rio to kill me, and though Kirin, you as well!" Riki felt like throwing something. "It doesn't surprise me that Jerico tried to have me killed, not after the embarrassing smack down I gave him."
"Yes," Iason said leaning back against a mountain of pillows. "Learning your strength exceeded that of an Elite—"
"Not all fucking Elites," Riki huffed. "Jerico is the lowest ranking asshole in this place. I have know idea if I could take on a Sapphire or Rudy. Hell, I can't take you on, and I've tried."
"The particulars are not important," Iason said brushing his long hair off his naked shoulder. "Jerico's attempt to assassinate the both of us failed."
Riki stopped his mad pacing. "Are they dead? Kirin and Jerico?"
Pale brows arched. "Regardless of Jerico's betrayal, he is still an Elite. I have not ended his life."
Riki snorted. "Yeah? Then who did you send to kill him, huh?" his eyes widened. "You sicced Gideon on him, didn't you."
Iason smiled. "I may have requested Sir Gideon to question my Elite prisoner, yes."
He whistled low. "Damn. I would love to see that. What about Kirin? You kill him yet?" Riki hoped not. If anything he wanted a little face time with the prick—as in repeatedly nailing Kirin's face with his fists.
"No, I have not."
Riki eyed the sheet as if slid off Iason's lap, almost baring the Blondie's impressive masculinity to his view.
"You have yet to ask about your mongrel friends, or how they fair," Iason said.
"That's because I know they are alright," Riki replied. Just as he had known Rio was alive, but he hadn't known in what matter of 'alive' Rio was. For all he knew, Rio could be broken in some a pit somewhere.
"And how do you know that?" Iason asked a little too cryptic for Riki's taste.
But when Riki thought about Iason's question, he couldn't find an answer. Why did he know the others were alright? The second his eyes had popped open, Iason had been all over him. This was the first time they were actually saying something to each other that didn't have the words "come" or "coming" in their conversation. And in conversation, Riki meant moaning breathless demands to fuck harder.
"I don't know," Riki finally said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just know everyone is alright..."
"Interesting..." Iason said softly.
"I fucking hate it when you do that," Riki growled.
"Your friends experienced the same agony you felt the night Kirin shot you," Iason clarified. "At the same time Jupiter disappeared, systematically causing a planetary blackout. Coincidence? I do not believe so."
Riki paled. "So what are you saying? That bitch fucking did something to us?" Of course she did! Riki saw red. "Hasn't she done enough to fuck me over? Did she somehow inject me with nanies again?"
Iason stood from the bed, and even as freaked out as Riki was he still hungrily eyed the perfect beauty of Iason's nude body.
"Raoul is working on it," Iason said, gathering Riki into his arms.
"Which means you know nothing." Riki cursed. What did she want from him? Jupiter chased him away only to send her goons to follow him around the galaxy, and injecting him with micro machines to eavesdrop, all with the insane purpose of dragging him back to Amoi when she decided it was time.
"At this very moment? No, we do not." Iason sighed. "And because of past, and recent, events, I no longer have the necessary time to assist in discovering Jupiter's plan."
Riki grinned. "Does this mean my trips to Ceres are still a go?" Powerful arms tightened around him. "I will still be continuing my hunt for the fucker that's stealing mongrels, won't I, Iason?"
When his Blondie did not respond, Riki looked glanced upward. Troubled ice-blue eyed stared down at him. Caressing Iason's naked hips, Riki said, "The shit happening in Ceres needs to be handled by me, Iason. I may have left the slums seeking greener pastures, but I'm still a mongrel. I want to know whats going on."
"The danger hidden within Ceres for you is more than I am willing to risk," Iason said softly. "I cannot protect you from her if you are not next to me."
Riki smiled sadly. "I've been thinking all this time that Jupiter is the one behind the disappearances, but for all I know she's not. Mongrels are violent. The person I'm hunting for could very well be one of my own.
"Yeah, you have the power to lock me up, but you know deep down Jupiter can get me if she really wants to." Riki bit Iason gently on the chest. "I see no point in you keeping me from what I had been doing before Rio—who I plan on beating the shit out of the next time I see him—kidnapped me, and sold me to Kirin."
Riki squirmed as Iason's arms tightened around him.
"Your lack of confidence in my ability to protect you is displeasing."
Riki chuckled at the disgruntled expression on Iason's perfect face. "You know I'm right. Sure, we've had a bad run this past year but that's what you get for kidnapping me, and making me your sex slave."
"Are you insinuating that because I wished your presence, I am the one responsible for what has all come to pass?"
Riki purposely waited, pretending to think long and hard before saying, "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm sayin'."
He instantly regretted his joke when Iason's eyes widened with shock. "I'm just joshin' ya, Iaosn. I'm not blaming you—"
"You are correct. If I had never taken you off the streets, all this pain would never have been inflicted upon you..."
This time Riki was the one shocked. "No. I mean, yeah sure, if you look at it rationally—like you always fucking do— you're right. I know you've thought about this a million times. I thought by making it a joke..." Riki paused. What could he say? It had been a joke. A bad one maybe, but still just a joke...
"I don't blame you," Riki continued. "We had a real rough start, and we got shit we still need to work out, but don't think for a second that I hate you for what's happened. We fell in love, and we knew what could happen if we did."
Sure, they didn't know Jupiter would glitch out and go psycho on his ass, but it wasn't anything Iason or he couldn't handle... or stop either...
Riki licked his lips. He knew Iason. Knew his lover wouldn't want to hear what he would say, but needed the words they both were thinking to be out in the open. "We can't stop her," he said quietly. "If she wanted me dead, then I would already be dead."
His troubled gaze met Iason's. "You've been running around trying to stop her, but that impressive brain of yours had already known from the start that we never stood a chance of gaining control over this crap, didn't it...?"
Iason sighed. "There is a possibility you might be correct in your assessment."
Riki rolled his eyes. "All I'm tryin' to say is all we can do is roll with the punches when it comes to that bitch. I'll make plans to get my ass back to Ceres while you continue on with your plots to take over the galaxy."
A lone pale brow arched. "Galaxy? Is your opinion of me so low you believe I would set my sights on a mere hundred thousand stars?"
Riki frowned. "You ever think of taking baby steps, Iason? You're not actually..."
Iason smiled and walked him backwards until his knees hit the edge of the mattress. "Kirin has an impressive resume. I have decided to investigate his home world, and I've set up a meeting with a man Kirian refers to as his business partner."
Unbalanced, Riki's knees buckled and he bounced a bit before settling down on the bed. "Has? So the fucker is still alive?"
Iason's smile grew. "In a matter of speaking, yes."
Riki's mind raced. "You took away the power Rio had as a prince. By inserting yourself you gained control over—not one or two but four—sections of space the syndicate hadn't been able to touch... Kirin's no street punk either..."
Pushed back against the bed, Riki stared at the Blondie leaning above him. "Holy fucking shit, Iason..."
A deep chuckle filled the room. "I am an Elite, Riki. We do not think small, beloved."
"Yeah, but taking over the universe is a bit much, isn't it?" The very thought of Iason and the Elites of Amoi venturing out for more than a profit? Shit...
"Inserting my dominance to other human-like beings from other worlds does not warrant too extreme of a problem," Iason said calmly. "However, controlling loss of life while acquiring foreign lands—"
"Okay, stop." Riki sighed. "I don't know if your fucking with me or not. Hell, I'm too scared to think about if your not messing with my head."
"Then why don't we turn our attention to a more pleasurable conquest?"
Riki grunted. "I'm still going back to Ceres."
Wet kisses trailed down his neck. "You will get no true argument from me. Regardless of the danger to you, I know you will not allow me to rest until you have gotten your way."
"You know me so well," Riki said dryly.
"However," Iason's amused voice continued, "it is not I you will have trouble convincing. My allowance in granting you leave from the safety of Eos was on the condition you would be accompanied by your mongrel brethren. If you fail to convince the other Blondies to release your friends to assist you..."
Riki leaned up to glare at the crown of Iason's blond head. "You sneaky son of a bitch."
"A sneakiness you should have discerned when I did not argue with your decision to go back to the slums."
The corner of Riki's lip curled at Iason's smug tone. "You wanna bet I can get every one of my boys out of here?"
Pale-blue eyes peeked up at him. "A wager? Do you think it wise?"
Riki gulped. "I bet I can get all my guys back out on the street in three days."
Nothing but evil could describe the light in Iason's eyes or smile stretched across the Blondie's lips. "I accept your challenge. Starting tomorrow, you will have exactly seventy-two hours to gather everyone back to your side. Not one second more."
"If—when I win," Riki said, "there will be no curfews. I'll swear to return with everyone before or a few minutes after midnight, but that's it."
Iason went back to kissing his neck and chest. "I accept your terms if you win."
Riki shivered as Iason's tongue flicked across his nipple. "W-What about you? What do you want?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you placed your wager without stipulating your demands of what I would request should I win first." Iason tsked. "How careless of you, Riki. You should know better."
"You'd think," Riki darkly muttered.
Iason ignored him. "Should the outcome be not to your liking, after your seventy-two hours are up, I will reveal what I want from you then."
"Of course you will." Riki couldn't imagine what Iason would ask for. He didn't want to think too deeply on what deprived act Iason might desire either.
"Now," Iason said, his kisses moved from Riki's chest to his stomach. "How do you plan on convincing my Elites to release your mongrel friends, and carry out your duties as my partner? Your presence is necessary for a few up and coming events."
"Asshole," Riki bit out. "This is the reason why you were so smug, isn't it? If I'm forced to trail behind you to be leered at by rich bastards, I won't have time to talk to my boys or your Elites."
From between his legs, Iason smiled. "As I said, Riki, you should have known better than to place a wager with me. I play to win, and I always win."
TBC...
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 93 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
"Yes," Rio whispered. "Come for me, Jared..." Panting, Rio gripped his rod with both hands. "So close... Just a little more."
His muscles tensed as blond hair filled his view. His heart thundered in his chest. "That's it. Give me what I want, baby..."
"Rio?"
Grinning, Rio stealthily jumped from his hiding spot, swinging the steel rod he'd ripped from the bathroom wall down at the Blondie's head. But, at the last second the Elite swung around, yanked the pipe from his hands and tossed him across the room onto the bed.
Pillows smacked Rio in the face as he bounced on the large mattress. Cursing, he tried to scramble away once he settled but was forced down by a heavy body pressing him against the bedding.
"How many times have you tired to hurt me, hum?" The Blondie asked, amusement ringing in his voice. "And how many times have you failed?"
"All I need is one opening," Rio rasped. "One hard crack on that pretty little head of yours, knocking you to the ground—" Rio grit his teeth as something hard grounded against his ass.
"And just like all the other attempts, you have failed." Jared chuckled, continuing as if he hadn't said anything, pissing him off.
Yeah, not once had he succeeded in hurting a hair on the Elite's head, but Rio was nothing if not persistent.
"Now for your punishment."
The weight lifted from Rio's back, but before he could move he was dragged across the Blondie's lap. Slaps rang throughout the room, and his scantily clad ass stung as Jared spanked him.
"You fucking suck," Rio hissed, glaring over his shoulder at the amused Blondie.
"Such language from a crowned prince."
Pushing away from Jared, and annoyed with the knowledge it was only because the Blondie allowed him to break free, Rio ranted a full ten seconds with nothing but curse words that would have made the most vile mouthed assassin blush, until a large palm swatted him painfully on the ass again.
"Refrain from speaking," Jared tightly said.
"Yeah?" Rio replied, "well, 'refrain' from grinding your cock on my ass then."
The Blondie's eyes narrowed, and Rio exhaled with both relief and disgust when Jared stepped away from him. No matter how many times he'd tried to kill him, Jared never lost his temper. The only punishment Rio ever received were a few sharp slaps to the ass, or he'd be chained like a dog at the foot of his 'master's' bed.
Yeah, he knew one serious hit from Jared's massive fist could very well mess up his face, so that the only glances he'd get from the pretties were of the pity variety, or break every bone in his body ending his career as a professional bad-ass.
Still, he couldn't stop himself from attacking the gorgeous prick, because there was nothing else to do! Day in and day out all he had to look forward to was looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows in Jared's bedroom. He wasn't allowed to room the apartment all because he had tried to kill the Elite's servant the first night he'd been brought to the apartment.
Hell, the subservient little man had followed him into the bathroom, and tried to hold his junk when he wanted to take a leek! Anyone would've gotten pissed. They may not have tried to strangle the dude with a sleeve he had ripped off his own shirt, but they would have punched the fucker in the face. He just took it to the next level, that's all.
"How can one as high born as you speak with such vulgarity?" Jared asked.
Rio lifted his chin. "Being born a prince means nothing to a guild of men and women who worship the blade. The only thing my princely manners gave me were daily ass beatings."
He'd been a snotty little shit when he'd been a kid. Whisked away from the luxury he had always known, he had mistakenly brought his "my shit smells like roses" attitude to the cutthroat world, Hell.
His mother hadn't explained why she took him away from the palace. She had ignored his snobbish eleven year old complaints, and dragged him into a rundown facility and shoved his ass in a moldy room. His dear mum had pointed to the group of muscular scarred men and told him "Listen. Learn. And maybe you'll make me proud" before ditching him.
Rio had learned only after his twelve birthday, and seventh failed attempt to runaway, why his mother abandoned him to that godforsaken world full of killers. He had learned the hard way...
"You are no longer associated with that world any longer," Jared said, shaking Rio from his troubled thoughts. "You will behave properly or face the consequences."
"Consequences?" Rio snorted. "Like what? Solitary confinement? Will you order that I not have pudding with the three meals I'm given a day? Or will you just spank me harder, while trying to hide your raging hard on while you do it?"
Rio had nearly all his bones broken growing up. Trained in how to withstand torture by being tortured. How to stay sane if thrown in a pit, not to see sunlight for unknown amounts of time. There was nothing the Blondie could do to him that he couldn't take.
"I will learn your weakness," Jared quietly threatened. "And when that day comes, you will bow before me."
"I already know you want me on my knees," Rio said, eyeing the noticeable bulge in Jared's pants. "But isn't fucking going against your Elite moral code?"
"I will allow you to wander the apartment, with the promise you will not kill my Furniture," Jared said, ignoring his taunt as he walked to the door.
"As long as he doesn't try to touch my dick again, he's got nothing to worry about," Rio said.
"And Rio." Jared looked over his shoulder. "Moral code or not, when the time comes, I will have you."
Rio shivered with wicked delight at Jared's heated glance. "I'll believe it when you actually do something other than sneak cheap cock rubs against my ass."
The Blondie chuckled.
Watching the Elite walk away, Rio shook his head. Normal people would have been turned off by all the times he'd tried to kill them. Something he had learned from experience. Jared, on the other hand, seemed to want him all the more because of it. Freak.
Following the Blondie out, Rio gave the Elite a mocking wave goodbye before strutting into the living room, and flopped down next to Jared's female pet. "How you doing, duckling?" Rio winked.
Rio gasped as ice cold water was dumped over his head, trailing down his back. Wiping his face, Rio glanced up to the smug pretty face of Jared's male pet.
"Oh," the male said with mock horror, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."
"Nah," Rio said, "it was totally my fault. You wouldn't have lost your grip if my hand hadn't slipped."
"Your hand—!"
Lighting fast, Rio sacked the kid in the nuts and watched the boy fall to the floor. "See. Completely my fault." Grabbing the girl before she could bolt, Rio brought her forward and ordered her to sit next to her purple faced friend gasping for air.
"Okay, I think it's time we make a few house rules." Rio smiled coldly. "As of right now, I'm the man. You wanna lick the soles of Jared's feet when the Blonde comes by? Cool with me, just as long as you know whose ass to kiss when he's out of sight."
Rio leaned close. "Because I have no problem killing you if you fuck with me. That includes you, sweetheart," Rio said to the terrified female. "I don't discriminate. I believe women should be given the same treatment and opportunities as men. We clear?"
When both pets nodded, Rio grinned. "Awesome! Now you wanna play a game of cards?"
oOoOoOo
"You gave Rio to one of your Blondies?" Riki glared at his amused lover. "What the fuck, Iason! How many of my friends are you going to enslave before you're happy?!" Untangling his hair from Iason's grip, Riki removed himself from the bed and stalked naked around the room.
"Friend?" Iason said. "This friend of yours sold you for a large amount of money, and delivered you to an airstrip where you would have been smuggled off world."
True.
"Rio's an asshole, I'll give you that, but he—"
"Always planned on double crossing Kirian." Riki grit his teeth as Iason waved away his argument. "I know this. It does not take away the fact that he accepted money to kill, not one, but two of my Elites. Including me."
"One of fucking which you gave him to! And the other who had contacted Rio to kill me, and though Kirin, you as well!" Riki felt like throwing something. "It doesn't surprise me that Jerico tried to have me killed, not after the embarrassing smack down I gave him."
"Yes," Iason said leaning back against a mountain of pillows. "Learning your strength exceeded that of an Elite—"
"Not all fucking Elites," Riki huffed. "Jerico is the lowest ranking asshole in this place. I have know idea if I could take on a Sapphire or Rudy. Hell, I can't take you on, and I've tried."
"The particulars are not important," Iason said brushing his long hair off his naked shoulder. "Jerico's attempt to assassinate the both of us failed."
Riki stopped his mad pacing. "Are they dead? Kirin and Jerico?"
Pale brows arched. "Regardless of Jerico's betrayal, he is still an Elite. I have not ended his life."
Riki snorted. "Yeah? Then who did you send to kill him, huh?" his eyes widened. "You sicced Gideon on him, didn't you."
Iason smiled. "I may have requested Sir Gideon to question my Elite prisoner, yes."
He whistled low. "Damn. I would love to see that. What about Kirin? You kill him yet?" Riki hoped not. If anything he wanted a little face time with the prick—as in repeatedly nailing Kirin's face with his fists.
"No, I have not."
Riki eyed the sheet as if slid off Iason's lap, almost baring the Blondie's impressive masculinity to his view.
"You have yet to ask about your mongrel friends, or how they fair," Iason said.
"That's because I know they are alright," Riki replied. Just as he had known Rio was alive, but he hadn't known in what matter of 'alive' Rio was. For all he knew, Rio could be broken in some a pit somewhere.
"And how do you know that?" Iason asked a little too cryptic for Riki's taste.
But when Riki thought about Iason's question, he couldn't find an answer. Why did he know the others were alright? The second his eyes had popped open, Iason had been all over him. This was the first time they were actually saying something to each other that didn't have the words "come" or "coming" in their conversation. And in conversation, Riki meant moaning breathless demands to fuck harder.
"I don't know," Riki finally said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just know everyone is alright..."
"Interesting..." Iason said softly.
"I fucking hate it when you do that," Riki growled.
"Your friends experienced the same agony you felt the night Kirin shot you," Iason clarified. "At the same time Jupiter disappeared, systematically causing a planetary blackout. Coincidence? I do not believe so."
Riki paled. "So what are you saying? That bitch fucking did something to us?" Of course she did! Riki saw red. "Hasn't she done enough to fuck me over? Did she somehow inject me with nanies again?"
Iason stood from the bed, and even as freaked out as Riki was he still hungrily eyed the perfect beauty of Iason's nude body.
"Raoul is working on it," Iason said, gathering Riki into his arms.
"Which means you know nothing." Riki cursed. What did she want from him? Jupiter chased him away only to send her goons to follow him around the galaxy, and injecting him with micro machines to eavesdrop, all with the insane purpose of dragging him back to Amoi when she decided it was time.
"At this very moment? No, we do not." Iason sighed. "And because of past, and recent, events, I no longer have the necessary time to assist in discovering Jupiter's plan."
Riki grinned. "Does this mean my trips to Ceres are still a go?" Powerful arms tightened around him. "I will still be continuing my hunt for the fucker that's stealing mongrels, won't I, Iason?"
When his Blondie did not respond, Riki looked glanced upward. Troubled ice-blue eyed stared down at him. Caressing Iason's naked hips, Riki said, "The shit happening in Ceres needs to be handled by me, Iason. I may have left the slums seeking greener pastures, but I'm still a mongrel. I want to know whats going on."
"The danger hidden within Ceres for you is more than I am willing to risk," Iason said softly. "I cannot protect you from her if you are not next to me."
Riki smiled sadly. "I've been thinking all this time that Jupiter is the one behind the disappearances, but for all I know she's not. Mongrels are violent. The person I'm hunting for could very well be one of my own.
"Yeah, you have the power to lock me up, but you know deep down Jupiter can get me if she really wants to." Riki bit Iason gently on the chest. "I see no point in you keeping me from what I had been doing before Rio—who I plan on beating the shit out of the next time I see him—kidnapped me, and sold me to Kirin."
Riki squirmed as Iason's arms tightened around him.
"Your lack of confidence in my ability to protect you is displeasing."
Riki chuckled at the disgruntled expression on Iason's perfect face. "You know I'm right. Sure, we've had a bad run this past year but that's what you get for kidnapping me, and making me your sex slave."
"Are you insinuating that because I wished your presence, I am the one responsible for what has all come to pass?"
Riki purposely waited, pretending to think long and hard before saying, "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm sayin'."
He instantly regretted his joke when Iason's eyes widened with shock. "I'm just joshin' ya, Iaosn. I'm not blaming you—"
"You are correct. If I had never taken you off the streets, all this pain would never have been inflicted upon you..."
This time Riki was the one shocked. "No. I mean, yeah sure, if you look at it rationally—like you always fucking do— you're right. I know you've thought about this a million times. I thought by making it a joke..." Riki paused. What could he say? It had been a joke. A bad one maybe, but still just a joke...
"I don't blame you," Riki continued. "We had a real rough start, and we got shit we still need to work out, but don't think for a second that I hate you for what's happened. We fell in love, and we knew what could happen if we did."
Sure, they didn't know Jupiter would glitch out and go psycho on his ass, but it wasn't anything Iason or he couldn't handle... or stop either...
Riki licked his lips. He knew Iason. Knew his lover wouldn't want to hear what he would say, but needed the words they both were thinking to be out in the open. "We can't stop her," he said quietly. "If she wanted me dead, then I would already be dead."
His troubled gaze met Iason's. "You've been running around trying to stop her, but that impressive brain of yours had already known from the start that we never stood a chance of gaining control over this crap, didn't it...?"
Iason sighed. "There is a possibility you might be correct in your assessment."
Riki rolled his eyes. "All I'm tryin' to say is all we can do is roll with the punches when it comes to that bitch. I'll make plans to get my ass back to Ceres while you continue on with your plots to take over the galaxy."
A lone pale brow arched. "Galaxy? Is your opinion of me so low you believe I would set my sights on a mere hundred thousand stars?"
Riki frowned. "You ever think of taking baby steps, Iason? You're not actually..."
Iason smiled and walked him backwards until his knees hit the edge of the mattress. "Kirin has an impressive resume. I have decided to investigate his home world, and I've set up a meeting with a man Kirian refers to as his business partner."
Unbalanced, Riki's knees buckled and he bounced a bit before settling down on the bed. "Has? So the fucker is still alive?"
Iason's smile grew. "In a matter of speaking, yes."
Riki's mind raced. "You took away the power Rio had as a prince. By inserting yourself you gained control over—not one or two but four—sections of space the syndicate hadn't been able to touch... Kirin's no street punk either..."
Pushed back against the bed, Riki stared at the Blondie leaning above him. "Holy fucking shit, Iason..."
A deep chuckle filled the room. "I am an Elite, Riki. We do not think small, beloved."
"Yeah, but taking over the universe is a bit much, isn't it?" The very thought of Iason and the Elites of Amoi venturing out for more than a profit? Shit...
"Inserting my dominance to other human-like beings from other worlds does not warrant too extreme of a problem," Iason said calmly. "However, controlling loss of life while acquiring foreign lands—"
"Okay, stop." Riki sighed. "I don't know if your fucking with me or not. Hell, I'm too scared to think about if your not messing with my head."
"Then why don't we turn our attention to a more pleasurable conquest?"
Riki grunted. "I'm still going back to Ceres."
Wet kisses trailed down his neck. "You will get no true argument from me. Regardless of the danger to you, I know you will not allow me to rest until you have gotten your way."
"You know me so well," Riki said dryly.
"However," Iason's amused voice continued, "it is not I you will have trouble convincing. My allowance in granting you leave from the safety of Eos was on the condition you would be accompanied by your mongrel brethren. If you fail to convince the other Blondies to release your friends to assist you..."
Riki leaned up to glare at the crown of Iason's blond head. "You sneaky son of a bitch."
"A sneakiness you should have discerned when I did not argue with your decision to go back to the slums."
The corner of Riki's lip curled at Iason's smug tone. "You wanna bet I can get every one of my boys out of here?"
Pale-blue eyes peeked up at him. "A wager? Do you think it wise?"
Riki gulped. "I bet I can get all my guys back out on the street in three days."
Nothing but evil could describe the light in Iason's eyes or smile stretched across the Blondie's lips. "I accept your challenge. Starting tomorrow, you will have exactly seventy-two hours to gather everyone back to your side. Not one second more."
"If—when I win," Riki said, "there will be no curfews. I'll swear to return with everyone before or a few minutes after midnight, but that's it."
Iason went back to kissing his neck and chest. "I accept your terms if you win."
Riki shivered as Iason's tongue flicked across his nipple. "W-What about you? What do you want?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you placed your wager without stipulating your demands of what I would request should I win first." Iason tsked. "How careless of you, Riki. You should know better."
"You'd think," Riki darkly muttered.
Iason ignored him. "Should the outcome be not to your liking, after your seventy-two hours are up, I will reveal what I want from you then."
"Of course you will." Riki couldn't imagine what Iason would ask for. He didn't want to think too deeply on what deprived act Iason might desire either.
"Now," Iason said, his kisses moved from Riki's chest to his stomach. "How do you plan on convincing my Elites to release your mongrel friends, and carry out your duties as my partner? Your presence is necessary for a few up and coming events."
"Asshole," Riki bit out. "This is the reason why you were so smug, isn't it? If I'm forced to trail behind you to be leered at by rich bastards, I won't have time to talk to my boys or your Elites."
From between his legs, Iason smiled. "As I said, Riki, you should have known better than to place a wager with me. I play to win, and I always win."
TBC...