Chapter 1

A huff of breath rippled across Riki's skin. He felt the warmth creep up his neck and he shivered at the gentle puff that caressed him. Arms of steel surrounded him and he shifted uncomfortably. His already full bladder complained at the movement. Riki gently pushed the arms from around him trying to free himself from the cage of limbs, however they tightened at his movements. Riki groaned. His bladder was, by this stage screaming at him. Riki wriggled violently, attempting to get out of his captor's grasp.

"Riki." the grumble came out from the blondie behind him. "Stop moving." another puff of hot air tickled Riki's neck and the arms around him tightened further.

"Iason." Riki groaned out. "Let me go." he complained, again wriggling. Iason said nothing, only grunting and ignoring Riki's request. "Iason" Riki growled out. Iason again ignored his pet and nibbled at the mongrel's ear. Riki's breath hitched at the contact, aroused and yet desperate to release himself. "No…Iason, I" Riki stuttered out but the blondie only pushed the boy down into the mattress, straddling the mongrel. Iason's placed gentle kisses across his pets face. "No Iason…I, I, I…" Riki tried valiantly to speak and yer he was unable to. "I need to pee!" Riki finally managed to shout out.

Iason quirked an eyebrow at the boy below him before giving out a loud chuckle that rumbled through his chest. The vibrations caused Riki's bladder to protest. Riki pushed the now pliant blondie off him before he before sprinting to the bathroom. Iason watched him go fondly, the deep chuckles still resonating through his chest. His pet's adorable bottom bounced as his feet pattered quickly along the floor.

Iason removed himself from his bed and dressed himself for the day. He gently brushed a comb through his hair and pulled on his boots before making his way towards the dining room. He sat down at the table and waited for Riki to join him. After ten minutes the mongrel made his way into the room dressed in his trademark leather jacket and combat boots. The boy slouched into his seat, eyes flicking to Iason and then towards Daryl as the furniture entered with a tray of food. He placed the dishes before the blondie and the pet. The pair began to eat, neither saying anything for several minutes as they enjoyed their foods.

"Any plans for today pet?" Iason purred out. His eyes fixed onto Riki's form as he watched the boy stiffen. Iason wanted nothing more than to run his hands along the test muscles and watch them gradually relax.

"No" Riki growled out. Anger radiating from his form.

"Not having a trip to the Salon, Pet?" Iason asked. He loved to rattle up the boy before him. It was just too easy. Riki displayed all of his emotions. They shimmered in his eyes and rippled through his body. His pet was just so expressive. It was a beautiful sight. Iason ignored the growl that came from Riki's chest. He stood up from his chair and grasped the boy's chin in his hands. Ignoring the boy's protest he forced his lips onto his pet's, forcing his tongue into the mongrel's mouth. After several seconds the boy beneath him melted into his touch. Iason pulled the boy's tongue into his own mouth, forcing his pet to participate in the kiss. It went on several minutes before Iason broke away, leavings pet panting.

"I'll see you tonight Pet. Don't get too worked up. I know how you can get." Iason said, before turing and leaving Riki alone in the dining room.

Riki watched Iason left, his head still fuzzy, his emotions were a mess. He'd been forced back into the blondie's life for a month now and he didn't know what to do. He missed Guy and he missed the slums and yet he was feeling things that he didn't understand. He had this longing to be with the blondie when he wasn't around. The days were long and by the end his stomach was churning and his brain bombarded him with things that he didn't understand. As the hours passed he would get more and more desperate for the blondie's return. However as soon as Iason arrived Riki would avoid him like the plague. He had, so far, managed to convince himself that it was nothing more than the shock of being back with the blondie. However as the days passed it became harder and harder to come up with an excuse for his feelings.

Riki huffed out a breath and then stood from his seat. He was going to have a smoke. That was the only way that he knew how to cope with what he was feeling right now. Riki was emotionally stunted. There was very little that Riki understood of his own emotions. His stay in the Slums had not helped, all he had ever thought about was his own survival. He had only ever had relations for self gain and only ever been used by others for the same reason. Even Riki's relationship with Guy had been one of a similar motivation. In Riki's heart he knew that he had never loved Guy. He knew that the only reason that he had been with him was that it was easier. They protected each other, they comforted each other but they never loved. It was mutual respect for each other that had kept them together for that long.

Riki had realised that during his time back in the Slums. He and Guy had picked up where they had left off when Riki had returned. He had never felt that spark. A spark that he had been feeling for the past two years with Iason. At first he had hated the blondie, yes, but after a year had passed Riki had started to see the man in a different way. When he and Guy had finally slept together again all Riki could feel was familiarity. It was nothing special, only a feeling that he was doing something that he hadn't in a long time. Like when you eat something that you used to like after a long time and realise that its not delicious as you imagined. It was the idea of Guy that Riki loved, not Guy himself.

Riki shook himself from his thoughts. Now was not a time when he wanted to delve into his thoughts about his blondie Master. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his room Riki made his way to the balcony. He grasped the door handle and pulled. The door didn't move. He pulled again. Nothing. Riki growled and pulled so hard that the door rattled in the frame and yet it still did not open.

"Master Riki" Daryl said from behind Riki. Riki jumped, not expecting the furniture to appear so suddenly. Riki whipped his head around and growled out a curse at the furniture. "Master Iason has instructed me that you are not allowed to smoke, that is why the door is locked. It will not open so I suggest that you desist from attempting to open it." Riki completely ignored the young boy and turned back to the door, shaking the door violently.

For the next fifteen minutes Riki spent his time hitting, kicking and pulling the door. It did not budge. Riki's anger grew and grew with each passing second. Who was this stupid blondie prick to tell him what to do. The bastard had no right to tell him if he could smoke or not. It was his right to smoke. If he was being forced to live in this place he should be allowed to have his fucking nicotine fix. Riki wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of the blondie pig. Riki's vision filled with red. If Riki couldn't break the door he could break everything else. Riki's eyes fixed on a vase sitting on a plinth. His hands grasped it, lifting it up before they smashed it down onto the floor. Riki grinned.