Forever Caged

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: 95 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~




“Is it just me? Or am I being stared at more than usual?” Riki muttered darkly, eyeing all the Elites, and rich bastards, in the ritzy restaurant in upper Midas from the corner plush seating area reserved for…well, Iason.





“Nothing stays a secret for very long in Eos, Riki,” Iason said. “Word of your physically damaging escapades has already circulated.”





“Well, it’s not like its anything new, but you’d think they’d have something other than me to gossip about.” Riki curled his lip and a few snide glances of Platinum Elites walking by.





“Yes, you would think so, wouldn’t you?” Iason smiled.





Riki shook his head, finding it funny that after all this time Iason still thought other Elites reactions to what he may or may not have done to still be entertaining. “So what the hell are we doing here?” Riki asked.





“I,” Iason replied calmly, “am here to greet an individual.”





“Yeah, I fucking figured as much,” Riki said. “You don’t come to this place unless you wanna wow some poor sucker before leading him to slaughter.”





A pale brow arched. “If you already know, then why ask?”





Riki growled. “I wanna know why I’m here! You never take me with you to these bullshit meetings. Why start now? I could be talking to my boys—“





“I had made it clear you were to be by my side,” Iason reminded him.





“Yeah, and I just said you’ve never forced me to come to these low-level, dick sucking, met and greets.” Riki glowered.





“That is where you are mistaken,” Iason said, annoying Riki with his subtle, but playful, tone. “Your presence by my side had always been needed. You know the importance a pet is for these encounters. However, because I knew of your distaste, I did not feel the need to distress you by forcing your attendance.”





Riki scratched his neck, feeling like an ass for snapping. Yeah, he knew how important a pet was just being seen at the feet of their masters. They weren’t just pretty fuck toys, but also helped to show the wealth and status of an Elite. But Riki was anything but a blank stare, doe eyed, pet. And the only time he sat at Iason’s feet was if he’d been beaten down to do it.





To know Iason spared him the embarrassment of getting his ass beat in front of dozens of people, before they admitted their feelings for one another said a lot of how much Iason loved him. Because, to not have had him next to him had been a blow to his rank as a Blondie, regardless of the fact he was a mongrel.





“Do not assume your presence with me tonight is to win our little wage,” Iason continued. “I have every confidence I will get what I want without having to stoop to petty tricks.”





Petty? Probably not, but Riki knew Iason didn’t think twice about playing dirty. “Then if you’re not holding me back, why am I here.”





Iason smiled. Picking up a lock of his hair, he twirled the coil around his finger. “I felt you would enjoy meeting my guest. His partner is someone you know.”





“Someone I know?” Riki knew everyone in his crew back in Ceres would never come within an inch of wherever Iason could be, so it was doubtful to think that they or anyone else from the Slums would be his Blondie’s guest. Kirie had taught every mongrel a valuable lesson, and while they didn’t know all the details, they knew Kirie had fucked with someone with power. And that if there was anyone who could command soldiers to enter the Slums, it was an Elite.





“Mm.” Iason continued to twirl his hair around his gloved finger.





“Does this person I know have a name?” Riki asked, sliding closer to Iason.





“Kirin,” Iason replied, tugging his hair until he moved his head closer. “And I have invited his business partner, Larius, to negotiate his release.”





“I know you can’t be seriously thinking about releasing that fucker,” Riki said, glancing down at Iason’s pink lips. Wondering how far Iason would go with his “Yeah, my pet is a mongrel and I’m close enough to kiss him” show for everyone watching. Not that he minded. Riki just hoped Iason didn’t get all hot and bothered so that when they got back home he’d fuck him till tomorrow. His ass still hurt from their morning rump.





“Of course not,” Iason chuckled. “However, after intensively investigating Kirin’s illegal operations I’ve decided to hold off executing your admirer for the time being.”





“You mean you won’t kill him until you’ve stripped the bastard for everything he has,” Riki remarked dryly.





“You know me so well,” Iason said, closing the distance between them, kissing him hotly on the lips.





“So the rumors I heard about you are true.”





Riki broke away. Standing in front of him was stranger, but a character he’d met a hundred times before in Ceres. A wannabe big-shot with something to prove. Riki dealt with too many of these types of men looking down their noses at him to be impressed.





Shaggy brown hair perfectly oiled back. The dude had a handsome face, but nothing so remarkable that someone would remember after they left the restaurant to go home. Flashy clothing that showed off his wealth, but more than likely overstated how much money he didn’t have.





All in all, the fucker was completely lacking in Iason’s normal targets of ‘interest’. “You brought me here to look at…” Riki sighed. He could be making game plans with his boys, or sleeping. Shit, staring at the wall back home would have been better than being forced to measure dicks with this fucker.





“And what rumors would that be?” Iason asked. His smile once warm was now cold.





Larius placed his hands over his heart. “That your beauty rivaled that of the gods.”





Riki rolled his eyes.





“I am perfect, yes,” Iason replied. However, Riki knew Iason was stating a fact rather than being egotistic. Elites were perfect, although, some of them did seem to be messed up mentally.





“And every elegant line shows it, my lord.” Larius licked his lips, stepped forward and reached out.





“Unless you want to use that hand again, I suggest you not touch him,” Riki warned. This wasn’t the first time an off-world admirer tried to come close to Iason. If Riki was with his Blondie, he made sure to get the poor besotted fools moving. Better to handle his fist than Iason’s temper.





Riki didn’t want to think about the instances where someone gotten too close to Iason and touched him.





“You have a good guard dog,” Larius snidely remarked, looking Riki up and down, and then insultingly dismissed him.





“One that bites,” Riki said, snapping his teeth. Maybe he should have allowed the fucker take Iason’s hand. Iason wouldn’t have ripped the flashy bastard’s head off with so many witnesses around, but breaking a bone or two? Well, no one would turn to look at that.





“I’m assuming he is the reason why Kirin is in trouble?” Larius asked, seating himself opposite of them. Riki tsked. Never a smart move to sit down before a Blondie allowed you leave to. Psychotic as Elites were, they had impeccable manners.





“If you’re talking about me,” Riki said, snapping his fingers to bring Larius’s attention from drooling over Iason, back to him, “then, yeah, Kirin’s dumb-ass is in trouble because of me.”





“Doesn’t surprise me,” Larius sneered, “Kirin always did have strange tastes. I, on the other hand, prefer intelligence and grace to…” Larius gave Riki another dismissive glance. “How is it that something, such as you, capable of sitting next to someone so majestic?”





“I’m a good fuck,” Riki bluntly stated, his temper reaching its boiling point. He’d dealt with all kinds of Iason’s kiss-ass admirers, but none that blatantly stared so hungrily at Iason.





“That you are,” Iason agreed, pissing Riki off even more. Of all the times Iason confirmed their sexual relationship in front of others, he wished this was the one time he hadn’t. Riki could practically smell the stink of Larius’s lust, as if Iason had stapled an Open for Business sign across his chest in the red-light district.





“I can only imagine the pleasure of being the recipient of Sir Iason’s affection.” Larius lewdly grinned.





Kill him. The thought repeated in Riki’s head.





“Calm yourself, Riki,” Iason said, chuckling softly. It was only until Iason pulled him back did he realize he had grabbed the prick by the throat.





“How dare you!” Larius raged.





Riki tsked under his breath. Iason had pulled him away before he had a chance to crush the fucker’s windpipe.





“You must forgive my pet,” Iason said in a soothing voice, a voice Riki had never heard his Blondie use with someone he would consider…well, below him. “I’m afraid he does not ‘play’ well with others.”





“I beg to differ,” Riki growled. “I think I play exceptionally well with others, especially with my fists.”





“You would do well to behave, and treat Mr. Larius with respect. Not only has he come all this way to offer us an apology for Kirin’s improper actions, but he also has accepted my request review a few business deals we have in common.” Iason smiled.





Riki’s brows hiked up. Request?! Iason’s ‘requests’ were nothing but prettified veiled threats. Yet, looking at the douchebag, Riki didn’t see any anger or resentment on Larius’s face. Iason’s body language and fake attitude probably meant his Blondie planned to fuck the dude over real hard.





Riki might have felt a flicker of pity for Larius if the cunt hadn’t been undressing Iason with his eyes. “You seriously wanna mess around with this slimy piece of shit?” Riki said for Iason’s ears only.





“Do I hear a hint of jealousy in your tone?” Iason chuckled.





“Hey, if you want to be in that prick’s spank bank, that’s fine by me,” growled Riki.





“Is it really?” Iason purred.





“What fucking game are you playing?” Riki demanded.





Iason kissed a lock of his hair. “One we both will enjoy, of course.”





Larius rudely coughed to bring their attention to him. “If I may—“





“No,” Riki snapped, “you may not. Shut the fuck up and speak only when spoken to.”





“How dare you! I’ll have you—“





“You’ll have me what, motherfucker?” As he and Larius traded barbed threats back and forth, from the corner of his eye he noticed Iason picking up his glass of wine and leaning back. But it was the satisfied smile stretched across his lips that mentally made him pause. And when Iason noticed his sideways glance, he raised his glass in salute.





Curtly telling Larius to shut his trap, Riki turned to Iason as the outsider sputtered in outrage. “You bastard,” Riki muttered. “You set me up.”





“I may have,” Iason mused.





“Tell me you did not set this all up just to win a stupid bet!” Riki harshly whispered.





“I take nothing between us as a joke, Riki, and that way of thinking,” Iason said, taking a sip, “is precisely why I have won every bet we have placed between each other.”





“You haven’t won every bet,” Riki said.





One pale brow lifted. “Or so I allowed you to think.”





He knew his Blondie would stop to nothing to get what he wanted. There was no doubt in his mind that Iason would allow the asshole, complaining in front of him, to drool all over him and take liberties he would otherwise never allow anyone else to, just to win a bet.





He could stand and walk out… But, the very thought of Larius putting one sleaze finger on his man was too much. “Don’t think that just because I won’t let you out of my sight with that fool sniffing around you, it doesn’t mean I won’t win,” Riki said, pissed that he had played right into Iason’s hand.





“I also believe you will win,” Iason said, making Riki suspicious, “which is why my victory tonight will lessen the repercussions, if you do succeed in coming on top.”





Repercussions… Shit, Elites were such sore losers.





“Just remember,” Riki said, glaring at Iason, “it’s all on you if I snap his neck.”





Iason closed the small gap between them, and kissed him fully on the lips. “I’ll be sure to take responsibility.”





“That responsibility better come with a shovel,” Riki muttered darkly, “because if I kill this prick, you’ll be the one to dispose his body.”


 

oOoOoOo




At the top floor of Jupiter Tower, within the sanctuary of Amoi’s ‘God’. A small group of servants sat in a circle, around a large swirling ball of translucent, dull, silver levitating in the middle of the dark room.





Half a dozen pairs of eyes watched and waited in silence. Their perfect faces free of the anxiety and tension locked within their chests. Waiting with calm anticipation for light to shine once again—to hear the tender words their creator uttered just for them to echo.





To hear and see their mother in all her powerful glory…Anything to stop their fearful thoughts. Why did she shut herself down? What if Jupiter did not awaken? What would happen to their world if she did not? How would they execute her plan without her?





As if thinking the same thoughts, the group simultaneously glanced down to stare at one another. Their collective façade of calm cracked. However, just as lips parted to ask “What do we do?” the room shuddered, and lights began to flicker on.





In the middle of the room the dull orb they’d been morning under began to vibrate. Golden translucent limbs formed until they all gazed up at their mother, Jupiter.





“Children…” Jupiter sighed, “I feared I would not return. Since the day of my creation, never have I shut myself off.”





Her servants asked, “What happened?”





“The injections I demanded all the mongrels receive had a little bit of me in them. With Iason aware of my usage of nanites, I could not use the micro machines again. My gifted child would scan for their presence and destroy them if discovered.” Jupiter floated until she gazed over her city. “However, my calculations did not predict how close I would be to my test subjects.”





The servants looked at one another. Surprise etched across their face at pleasure they heard in Jupiter’s voice.





“The near death of my son, Iason, brought a sense of pain to me. There had been pressure in what would be considered my chest, and an ache in what many would call a heart,” Jupiter said. “But this… Through him I felt true physical pain, pain that had multiplied ten fold, and because I linked all of them together, they all experienced Riki’s torment. If I had not withdrawn, their limited minds and bodies would have short-circuited from overwhelming distress.”





“Does this mean you are ending the experiment?” her faithful servant inquired.





Jupiter smiled. “No, my children, if anything I will be accelerating the process. Riki and his band of mongrels have proven they can withstand what is needed to survive what is coming.”





TBC…