Hey there! It's Sabrina! This is one of my first times writing yaoi, so please leave feedback! IASON AND RIKI ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. I kinda want to write a school AU now with them...unfortunately, I have too many long stories going on that I really need to finish. I only wrote this 'cuz I couldn't help myself, ahaha... ^_^;

I don't own Ai no Kusabi *sniff* ;-;

'Two weeks. Two weeks of freedom. Free from Iason. Free from being a pet, no, a slave to him.'

At least, that's what Riki (foolishly) thought. Cal monitored him constantly, like he was some kind of child. He even had Katze come for extra security.

'Katze is probably asleep on the couch, and Cal is in his room doing gods know what. There's no way I can sneak out.'

Riki turned on his back and closed his eyes, trying to sleep. After a few minutes, he bolted upright and flung a pillow across the room. 'Damnit! I can't sleep. I can't even relax! What the hell is wrong with me?'

He got up to search for his cigarettes but found the carton to be empty. He crushed the box in his fist before chucking it into the trash. Sitting heavily on the bed, he let out a deep sigh. Images of Iason flitted through his mind, and a small smile graced his lips before his eyes popped open wide. "Fuck!" He hissed out loud.

'I'm not…missing him, am I?' Riki violently shook his head, as if he was trying to clear Iason out of it.

'No! Impossible! I can't love that freedom-stealing bastard! He's a sadistic Blondie and I'm nothing but his pet. Masters don't have feelings for their pets and pets don't have feelings for their masters! Especially not us! All he does is fuck me…' His thoughts turned to a much darker direction. Memories of Iason kissing him all over, playing with his sensitive nipples, and sucking him off filled his mind. 'No, he doesn't just fuck you, does he?' A voice in the back of his mind whispered. Riki could feel himself grow hard as more lewd memories dance across his mind.

'Damn bastard. He forced me to react like this to him. He trained me to be like this!'

'He's not forcing you right now, is he?' The voice made itself present again. 'Just rub one out. It'll help you relax, for sure,' it sang temptingly. The dirty images of him and Iason became more prominent in his mind, and his hand traveled on its own accord to his boxers. Riki shuddered and let out a long, low moan at the first glorious brush. Yes, he had missed this. He pulled his boxers down and began to pump his cock slowly, relishing in the sensation. It felt so good, so relieving, that everything began to slip away until it was just him and Iason. A word slipped out from between his lips before he could stop it.

"I..Iason…"

Suddenly, he felt a pair of large, warm hands brush away his own and begin pumping him.

"You called?" A low voice purred. Riki's eyes flew open and landed on the naked body of the one person he wanted to see the most. Iason's icy blue eyes stared back at him, a smirk on his face. "I see you missed me, pet," he chuckled giving Riki a squeeze. The bronze-skinned man couldn't stop the gasp and small groan from Iason's actions.

"N-no! What are y-you doing ba-aaahhh…" his voice trailed off into a moan as Iason used his free hand to fondle his balls.

"I finished my work sooner than expected. I missed you dearly as well, my pet."

The Blondie moved up to kiss him, and when his tongue asked silently for entry, Riki eagerly granted it. He was just too pent up to even care about anything anymore. His tongue explored every inch of the mongrel's hot, wet cavern. The hand that was teasing his balls moved down, fingers tracing his entrance. Riki groaned into Iason's mouth, and the man pulled away from his pet completely.

"Riki, what's wrong?"

"Huh?" Riki asked dumbly.

"What happened to you?" Iason's sharp blue eyes raked over every inch of his sweaty, heaving body. "Did you take aphrodisiacs?"

"No," Riki answered, growing more confused and frustrated. "You know that I hate them. Why would I take them?"

"You're simply not acting like yourself. You're so submissive."

"I am NOT submissive!" Riki growled.

Relief washed over Iason. "I see," he said, and walked over to the nightstand. When Riki saw Iason pull a tube of lube from the drawer, he couldn't help but feel a tingle of eager anticipation. The Blondie pushed Riki down and kissed him passionately before moving down to nip at his neck and suck his collarbone.

"Tell me," he whispered, his hot breath against his skin sending shivers up Riki's spine. "Did you help yourself release while I was away?"

"No," Riki breathed. His next sentence turned into a loud cry as Iason's lips enclosed on the mongrel's nipple. When he felt a slick, lube-covered finger probe his puckered entrance he bucked his hips up, causing the digit to slip inside. A satisfied groan escaped Riki's lips and Iason began to move his finger. The pet rocked his hips into him, moaning. It wasn't enough. He need more.

"Iason…more," he panted, and the Blondie happily complied, slipping another digit inside. Riki cried out as he was stretched by the two long, slender fingers. When they brushed against his prostate, a strangled moan bubbled in his throat and his back arched off the bed. When the third finger was added, the cry it produced from Riki was not one of pleasure but of pain.

"I-It hurts, Iason," he panted and grimaced. Iason released his pet's hardened nipple. "That's because it has been so long since I was last inside of you." He moved to his ear. "Don't worry. I'll make it feel good," he murmured before biting his earlobe, another one of Riki's sensitive spots. As he did this, he moved his fingers in deeper so that they were, once again, hitting the mongrel's sweet spot.

"Doesn't this feel good, my pet?"

"Yes!" Riki moaned, his breaths coming out in short, hot puffs. Gods, it felt amazing! All too soon, Iason removed his fingers, making Riki whimper and buck his hips up into the air. Iason aligned himself with his pet, his hands firmly holding his hips up.

"Are you ready, Riki?" He whispered gently, moving one hand up to caress his cheek. Riki looked up at his master in surprise. He had never asked for his consent. He always just took what he wanted. Iason's soft expression scared him even further. Suddenly, his throat felt dry and he gulped. Would it feel like the first time, painful and not at all enjoyable? He glanced down at Iason's massive length. It really was huge, and it was most likely going to hurt, but he no longer cared. After all, he was desperate. With the last doubts cleared from his mind, he nodded, and Iason thrust into him. A strangled cry tore itself from Riki's throat and he panted, trying to adjust to the feeling of his master inside of him.

"Relax," the Blondie reminded him. "I want to get all the way in."

Riki did his best to loosen himself and take deep breaths. Iason slid into him inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside him. Once Riki adjusted to him, he pushed his hips up, and the pale-skinned male began to thrust into him.

"So tight," Iason breathed. Riki simply moaned and moved his hips up to meet his master's midway.

"Faster," he groaned, but Iason ignored him. Instead, he reached down and slowly began to pump Riki's throbbing member.

"Please!" He growled. He was going insane! Yet Iason still did not comply. Riki wanted, no, needed Iason to fuck him senseless!

"Master!" He cried out desperately.

Iason froze.

"What did you just call me?"

"Please, m-master!"

Iason could no longer hold back and began to pound into his pet, who screamed his approval. He was already teetering on the edge of pure bliss as he clutched the sheets tightly, holding on for dear life.

"Master," he moaned breathlessly. "Mastermastermastermaster."

He felt good, yet horrible at the same time saying it. It certainly fueled Iason, and he pounded furiously into Riki. His vision was going white as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His back was arching off the bed and suddenly he was falling, calling his master's name as he came and gods it felt so good. Iason slowed down, riding out the orgasm, and then pulled out of Riki. He rolled off of him and the bronze-skinned mongrel immediately succumbed to blissful unconsciousness.