Boredom's Fun

Title: Boredom's Fun.
Author: IceAngel
Rated: NC-17
Warning: oral, soloM, M/M, some language
Pairings: Riki/Daryl
Summary: Boredom was never good with Riki. Yet he never expected Daryl to join in...
A/N: Ok don't ask. I was reading Ai no Kusabi vol 3 when this came to me. But don't ask why or how, I have no idea for sure....
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Riki muttered darkly under his breath as he stormed around the penthouse, arms crossed around his naked chest. He had lost his clothing, Iason deciding that he was apparently not ready for the privilege of clothing yet, restricting them from the mongrel.

Though ticked to no end at how he now had to remain naked around the penthouse, Riki sort of guessed that it was his fault- though he would never admit it to anyone. As he stormed around the room he wished he could have stopped himself, keep himself from saying what he did, from calling Iason what he did. However the past was the past and no matter how badly he wanted to he could not change it. Instead all he could do was wait until Iason's anger resolved.

Rounding the doorway he walked into a small, yet elegant, dining room. Riki sighed, he really hated it here. He wanted nothing more then to run outside and feel the air on his face. To walk down the street and feel the rush of being in a crowd. But there was no way he was going to walk outside like this!

Leaning against the dark, wooden table Riki looked around the room. Boredom was creeping around him, poking the dark haired mongrel with it's long tendrils. One thing was certain- boredom and Riki never worked well together.

Letting out another long sigh, one that echoed of loneliness and boredom, Riki pushed himself onto the top of the smooth, glossy table a foot falling onto a elegantly designed chair of the same dark wood. Riki had always wondered what the wood was, yet never found the right time to ask.

Toes slid along the smooth wood as Riki slid his foot along. He loved the smooth feel, how his toes grazed along, yet never hit a rough part.

Boredom struck once again in Riki as he ran his hand along his chest. The feeling was electrified as he let his rough fingers ghost his tanned skin. Muscles twitched as his sliding foot was forgotten. He had a new hobby.

Fingers tweaked a pert nipple bringing it up to a sharp nub before moving to the next one. His left hand gripped the table edge tightly as he tried to keep from falling off of the smooth table. Fingers circled around his nubs, his movements teasing them. Shakily his left hand came off of the table, to join his right in teasing his nubs.

Squeezing the nubs between his fingers, Riki rolled his fingertips. Gasping his head lulled back as a broken moan came from his mouth. Breaths heaved in his chest as he rolled his fingers harsher, tweaking his nipples harshly.

Teeth wore on his lower lip as Riki tried to keep his cries down. His hips moved on their own, sliding smoothly against the smooth table top, as he felt his lower body react to his ministrations.

Breaking his hands free Riki allowed them to slide lower, tracing his taunt muscles. Under his fingers he could feel the muscles quiver with excitement. Moaning he slid his fingers down his sides, before trailing across his well toned stomach. Fingers from his right hand lightly trailed around his navel while his left hand slide back up to his chest again.

Moaning his toes curled against the smooth chair as he pushed against the chair. His right leg shakily pushed away from the hard floor and blindly found another chair close by, sliding onto it. Gasps fell from his mouth as he slid his right hand further down wrapping his hand around his stiff member. His hips thrusted on their own accord, his hand cupping around the stiff member as he stroked himself. His butt slid perfectly on the smooth top as his feet strained on the chairs.

Behind him, at the doorway, Riki heard a slight gasp yet ignored it. As long as it wasn't Iason he didn't care. No one else could try to punish him like Iason did; so why should he have to worry about anyone else.

Feet pattered almost silently as the mystery person walked across the room, rounding the dining room table.

Riki's head fell back as a broken cry broke from his lips, eyes clenching shut tightly. Whimpers filled the air as Riki's hand stroked faster, his other hand tweaking his nipples harshly. He was so close to release.

So close....

A cool hand cupped his hand, stilling the mongrel's hand and snapping Riki from his pleasure induced haze. Blinking he glanced over at the other boy in front of him. The person in front of him shocked Riki even more; though in some ways it should not have.

Daryl.

Iason's furniture. The same one that- at times- would help stimulate Riki when he refused to preform.

Riki stared, confusion etched on his face, as he stared at the furniture in front of him. Why was Daryl stopping him? It didn't matter what he did, or at least to a furniture it didn't. All he did was clean up afterwards...

Daryl stared into the dark eyes before him as he held Riki's hand tightly, refusing to let the mongrel continue any further. A small smile crossed his face as he fell to his knees, his hand letting Riki's go. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Riki's stilled hips, pulling him closer to the table edge.

“Let me help.” Daryl whispered before wrapping a hand around Riki's stiff member. Slowly he stroked the mongrel, watching as Riki's head fell back again. A low moan rumbled in the pet's throat as his hips thrusted into Daryl's hand.

It felt so wonderful! Hands fisted at the table top as Riki tried to keep from screaming. It just felt so wonderful....Daryl's hand's were magical, Riki decided as he jerkily thrusted into the furniture's hand.

Daryl smiled as he watched Riki's expression. At first he had been worried that Riki would punch or kick at him before screaming for him to leave the room. Yet he seemed almost like he was enjoying it. Fingers tightened their grip, stroking Riki harder.

Already precum was dribbling from the tip of Riki's erection, slickening the path of Daryl's fingers. Sliding up to the tip of Riki's erection, Daryl allowed one of his fingers to stray, brushing along the tip.

Riki cried out his hips thrusting out harder. Gasping for air the mongrel's feet pushed harshly against the chairs that he was propped up on. His hands pushing on the table, raising him off of the table top as he thrusted his hips.

“Ah...ah....ah....ah...mmmm.”

Riki moaned airily as he lowered himself back on the table. Reaching out he stroked Daryl's smooth hair, nails raking through the strands. Eyes closed as he concentrated on the feeling that the other's hand was giving him.

Slowly Riki could feel his pride taking a backseat as his need for more push its way up to the front. Stroking Daryl's hair Riki looked down at the smiling furniture.

“M-more,” Riki whispered. Another moan broke from the boy's mouth as his hips kept up their pace. He needed more...Wanted more.

And Daryl was happy to help. Nodding Daryl leaned forward, his tongue licking the tip of Riki's erection.

“AHH!” Riki cried out, his eyes flying open as he grasped Daryl's hair.

“Would that be more enough?” Daryl asked, feigning innocence as he sat back on his feet. His hand slowing as he stroked the mongrel, his pace just enough to keep him hard- yet not enough to let him come.

“Don't tease bastard!” Riki growled out. “If you're gonna do it, do it! Or else go and I'll do it myself!” Breaths came out harshly as Riki felt the heat build in his lower regions.

Smiling Daryl didn't answer to Riki's threat, yet he didn't leave either. Instead he raised himself off of his feet once again, kneeling before the mongrel. Pulling his hand away Daryl watched as Riki's body shuddered at the feelings that flowed through his veins.

Bending over he licked at the erection, his tongue tracing the stiff member. Riki cried out as nails slid along the the smooth surface trying to find purchase, yet sliding along to the edge.

“Fuck yeah,” Riki moaned out as his head fell forward, chin meeting against his chest. Breaths heaved as he tried to keep up with his body's demands.

Encouraged Daryl took the stiff member into his hand again, stroking it lightly before sliding his mouth around it. Riki's eyes flew open as he stared down at the furniture that was sucking on him. It felt so wonderful! The warm, moist cavern that surrounded his erection was just heavenly.

Swallowing Riki watched as Daryl's head began to bob. The sight was so erotic to the mongrel. It took everything to keep him from just fucking the furniture's face; forcing and thrusting his erection down that wonderful little throat. But instead he just tried to keep from thrusting, his eyes taking in the sight before him.

Daryl's tongue slid along the bottom of Riki's erection before rounding around the tip and tracing the top of his erection. Pulling out, Daryl stroked Riki's erection with his hand as he looked up, a smile on his face.

“Good enough?” Daryl asked as he went back down to the stiff member.

“Mmm yes,” Riki moaned as he fought to keep his eyes open. He wanted to see every bit.

Slowly Riki began thrusting into Daryl's mouth, moaning as he watched the other boy take it all in. Dark eyes looked up, locking with Riki's eyes as the mongrel thrusted into his mouth. Gasping Riki moaned as he stared into Daryl's eyes, noticing how the other's gaze was becoming clouded by lust. He could only imagine how he looked, probably just like the wild animal that Iason always commented about him.

“More. I'm so close,” Riki moaned as he thrusted harsher into Daryl's mouth.

The youth grasped Riki's legs as he bobbed his head faster wanting Riki to come. He wanted to taste the mongrel, see why he was so addictive to his master.

Riki cried out, his voice no longer able to be stifled as he thrusted harshly into the other's mouth. His hands gripped the table edge tightly, knuckles turning white as he whimpered. Legs swayed and feet pressed heavily against the smooth chairs, as his toes curled tightly.

He was so close! So close, he could feel it right at the edge of his grasp. Moaning Riki reached over grasping Daryl's hair in a painful grip, fisting the hair as he pulled at the hair.

Daryl winced at the sharp pain but soon ignored it as he concentrated at the boy before him. Humming Daryl bobbed his head feeling Riki's erection twitch lightly.

As the vibrations hit his erection Riki knew it was all over as he cried out his back arching, pushing his erection deep into Daryl's mouth. His left hand fell behind him, holding him upright as his right continued the painful assault on Daryl's hair. With a strangled cry he came harshly into Daryl's awaiting mouth.

Eagerly Daryl' accepted all of Riki's essence, swallowing it all greedily before pulling away. With a small smile he licked at his lips before standing again.

Riki laid back on the table, his legs hanging limply off the side as he tried to find his strength that had been zapped from him. His chest heaved as he filled his lungs with air, trying to calm his still quivering body. To say the least that was the best time he had had in a while.

Turning Daryl started to walk out of the room before pausing at the door. “Oh Master Iason wanted me to tell you that he would be home early tonight. And that you better be ready for him.” Smiling he continued out of the room, trying to ignore the muttered curses that were spilling out of the room.

Riki sighed as the last of the dark curses fell from him, the room becoming eerily silent. Oh well, he decided as he sat up again, tonight he would be getting attention from everyone in the penthouse it seemed. Slowly he pushed to the edge of the table, if nothing else he should clean up before Iason came home.

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The end! So how was it? I'm kinda shaky on it....Anyways if you made it feel free to read and review!