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Katze x Daryl
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Iason couldn't help but notice Katze's mystical smile that was playing on his sensual lips and that strange look in his eyes when Daryl set their drinks on the coffee table.
"He's cute, isn't he?" asked Iason slyly when Daryl left the room.
Katze looked up at the attractive Blondie.
"Who?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, you know," chuckled Iason, "Daryl, of course. Don't try to deny it, Katze. I saw how you were looking at him just a second ago."
Katze lowered his head, not that it was his intention, but it was stronger than him.
"So you have a crush on him, don't you?" Iason found this entertaining.
"Of course not!" said Katze finally. "Besides, he's your Furniture. You wouldn't let anybody near him. That's why he had been castrated."
"Just like you had been." Iason pointed out, "But it was because of the pets. You know the rules. And you're not a pet. He can date you if he wants."
"Now why are we discussing this in a first place? I came here to establish things for the Black Market." Katze's voice was so official and serious that it surprised Iason a bit.
He almost regretted scarring that beautiful face. Beside Riki, Raoul and himself, he considered Katze one of the most beautiful men on Amoi.
It was pity cutting off his penis. Iason considered it a crime. If Katze was so damn hot, he could only imagine how great his cock must have been. He almost regretted Katze had been his Furniture.
And Daryl. Daryl was a pretty boy, as well. But castrated just like Katze. Iason, the sadist as he was, found it interesting hooking them up, just to watch their disability to fuck each other. He was mentally smirking, looking at Katze from the corner of his cold blue eye.
"He's a good servant. I can allow him to go out every night." Iason continued his twisted game.
"Well, that will be great news for him." Katze said, "Now, let's check out these…"
"Stop it, Katze!" Iason lost his temper. "Let me remind you, I am your boss and you will talk to me about everything I want to talk about!"
Katze looked at him, freaked out, but unable to say a thing against it. The scar was there to remind him that he must be obedient.
Despite his eyes weren't showing any sign of fear, he was afraid.
"Yes, Iason." he said, trying to calm his voice as much as possible.
Iason smirked in satisfaction. He shifted in his chair before continuing.
"Good. I'm glad we understand each other." he said. "Now, I know you for many years. I know how smart you are, how great friend you can be."
A friend? Katze couldn't imagine that Iason was considering him a friend. It must have been a twisted joke only Iason could create.
At that statement, the red haired man just blinked.
Iason enjoyed making his ex Furniture uncomfortable.
"Yes, yes, a friend." Iason nodded. "And how pretty you are. And lonely. I saw you way too many times staring at Daryl. Yes, staring. I couldn't help but notice. I just want to say that he has my permission to date you, of course if he wants. And I know he wants. He had told Riki. You, of course, can deny as much as you want, but you have your hands untied to do with Daryl whatever you want." Iason finished finally.
Katze just blinked in confusion, still processing Iason's words in his mind.
He indeed had a crush on Daryl for a quite some time now. He hasn't felt like that in years. It was refreshing. Daryl was so beautiful and seemed to be a good person.
Deep inside Daryl's eyes Katze could see suffer and pain. He was wondering if Iason treated him well.
"Now that you are done, can we get back to business?" he asked coldly.
"Yes, we can." replied Iason, still smirking.
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When Katze was about to exit, he met Daryl at the door and Daryl kindly opened it for him. Katze threw a quick glance at the boy, secretly admiring his beauty. He wasn't sure if Daryl glanced back. But it seemed he did. That shy glance of his was showing how good Furniture he was-obedient and submissive. Katze fell in love with him because of his shyness, innocence, beauty and endless pain in his eyes.
But he knew perfectly well what else Daryl had been doing during Riki's training. And he knew the boy hadn't been doing that willingly.
"Goodbye, Daryl." he said while exiting, trying to make the eye contact.
Daryl just bowed.
The red haired man was disappointed, because Daryl's look would always make his heart tremble. But that day Iason's Furniture did not look into ex Furniture's eyes.
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As Katze disappeared from the sight, Daryl sighed heavily. He could still feel the Black Market broker's eyes on him, scanning through his skin.
Katze was adorable.
Just a simple word coming from his mouth made the boy tremble. His voice was like a melody that was calling him to submit. He was dying from desire to run his hands through those red locks, to caress that beautiful skin, that well shaped body.
There was nothing dirty in those wishes- he had been castrated and he couldn't have sexual desire.
But he assumed fucking Katze senseless would be amazing. If only he could.
He admired Katze's personality. He was strong. He was cold hearted. He was smart. He knew everything about him .He knew that Katze had a hidden suffer. And he knew how much that scar on his beautiful cheek made him be the way he was.
Daryl hated Katze was hiding his imperfection. He thought that that scar, no matter how nasty it was, was making Katze more desirable.
He hated Iason for doing that to him. And he was afraid of Iason only because of that.
He was grateful at the same time Iason spared Katze's life. He was way too good to be dead.
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The permission to go out at night wherever he wanted surprised Daryl. When Iason told him, and that was right after Katze left, he just bowed and carried on his duties.
What could he do with his time? He had no friends or life outside Eos. He even forgot how the streets looked like. Since he became Furniture, he hadn't left Eos.
But one thing came to his mind. Maybe he could get close to Katze. He knew the man was cold hearted and would probably laugh in his face if he admitted his feelings. Or if he tried to seduce him. Katze was way too smart. He could read him like an opened book.
So something like that was out of the question. He wanted to be near him. It would be enough for him. Just to talk to him about everything, just to look in his eyes. it would be enough.
He couldn't get the thought out of his head for days. Since he couldn't find any solution, he decided, naturally, to ask Riki.
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"I'm going to work now." said Iason while getting out of bed.
"Iason…" Riki whispered. "Don't go…" he groaned, still panting.
"You know that I must go." Said Iason, "Don't make me repeat myself, Riki."
Riki shifted in bed, covering himself with sheets. He hated when Iason had to go. After all those years, he got used to Iason's sadism and ambivalent behavior. But he hated when he couldn't stay in bed with Iason a little longer.
He was observing his slim, pale figure. He simply adored the way his incredibly long blond hair was falling down his strong, pale back, all the way to his tight ass. He could just imagine how amount of pleasure would bring that tight anus of his.
He licked his lips, dry from fever he fell into.
"Promise me you'll fuck me hard when you come back."
Iason smirked. His face was expressionless as always.
"How unusual for you to be so gentle. Have you taught your lesson at last?" he approached the bed, now fully dressed. He bent down, enough so his lips could touch Riki's ear. "I'll make sure you never forget the experience I'll give you when I get back."
Hot breath brushed against Riki's tanned neck, making him feel hotter. For the one tiny moment he forgot he had no freedom.
With those words Iason Mink left the room.
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After closing the door behind his master, Daryl stepped into the master bedroom hesitantly.
"Ehm…master Riki?" he could hear the water from the bathroom. He decided to wait until Riki appears.
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"So, you want to be close to Katze more often?" Riki asked, sitting on the unmade bed, still warm from hot lovemaking, with his lower half of the body wrapped into the towel.
The water drops were sliding down his torso, gathering into his belly bottom. It looked so sensual, so desirable.
'No wonder Iason hooked up with him and keeps him away from others.' thought Daryl while standing in front of him.
He nodded, feeling his heart go faster after mentioning the name of his crush.
How childish.
How girlish.
Bur it didn't matter.
"Well, this may sound dangerous, but…" Riki ran his fingers through his wet black hair, "If you really want him near, you need to become one of his employees."
"Oh."
"Which means you need to work undercover, so Iason wouldn't discover. He would kill you otherwise. Just look at Katze's face when…"
"His face is just fine!" he shouted before even realized.
"Ok, Ok!" Riki defended himself. "I wanted to say that Iason spared his life. Barely. But I'm not sure he would, in your case. So, are you in?"
Daryl thought for a second. He wanted to be close to that man desperately. Katze was one extraordinary person, according to him. Someone that could be in his arms maybe…or become a good friend. What could he lose? He was just another slave of the Elite.
"Yeah, I'm in."
'Ok," Riki jumped from the bed energetically, " I'll call him and tell him…"
'No." Daryl cut him off. " I want to go there personally and ask him for job."
"But he lives in Ceres…"
"So what? We are all from Ceres, aren't we?"
"Yeah, we're stupid Mongrels from the Slum." Riki suddenly felt pressure in his chest. He desperately missed Ceres. No one have ever missed Ceres, everybody hated it. But Riki missed it. He missed a taste of freedom.
"Ok. Here you go: the address, the key for the electric lock…" he jumped and quickly took a plastic pass that he hid behind the bed and scribbled something on Daryl's palm.
Daryl smiled slightly.
"Thank you." he said and left the room.
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With all hope in his heart and gritted teeth, Daryl left Eos that evening.
No matter how he desperately needed to see the broker, he decided to go on foot, to regain the feeling of freedom, just for a couple of hours he had.
The walk was long. It took him two hours to get to the beginning of Ceres.
When he approached the city, he sighed. He had seen so many long forgotten things while walking to that cursed place. The place of despair.
He looked at his palm and headed in direction of Katze's apartment.
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Katze was sitting in the darkness of his living room, on a couch, drinking an alcohol from unknown origin. Only there, at his place, where no one could see him, he was taking off his mask. He was just one sad creature, whose hopes and dreams had ended before even started. He had been looking forward to become a Furniture, back then, years ago.
But it had brought him only suffer.
He was far away somewhere in his thoughts, enjoying the bitter taste of loneliness, when he heard the soft knock.
He didn't have any business arrangement for that night, so he was surprised hearing the knock.
He stood up reluctantly, holding a can in his hand.
"Daryl." he stated the obvious, when he spotted a young man on his doorstep. He became the cold one, distant and formal, again. "What are you doing here?" but deep inside, his being was jumping from happiness.
"I…" Daryl didn't know how to begin, now when he was there, his eyes locked with Katze's. "Can I come in first?"
Katze nodded slowly, stepping aside to let Daryl in.
"Master Iason allowed me to go out every night because of my obedience." he said, facing the scarred man.
Katze pointed him to the couch. He sat, a little clumsily.
The broker sat next to him, on the safe distance.
"So, what brings you here, then?"
"I…I wanna work for you."
Katze let a short laugh escape his throat.
"You must know, Daryl, if Iason…"
"I know all the risks and I don't care." he cut him off, impatient.
Katze noticed Daryl's nervousness.
The boy was looking at his hands in his lap, submissive, like always.
"You don't need to be submissive here, you know. I am not your master."
"I know…I just got used to it…" he said shyly.
"May I ask why do you want to work for me? It's a dangerous job."
Daryl looked at him in confusion.
"It doesn't matter." he said shortly, shaking his head.
Katze was observing his beautiful face that was showing some kind of struggle.
He was thinking about Iason's words about Daryl's confession to Riki.
He smirked.
"Ok then. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8 p.m." he said.
Daryl was in disbelief. How come Katze accepted that easily?
"You're hiring me for real?"
Katze nodded.
"Come. I'll take you to Eos."
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He was nervous. He was wondering what assignment Katze would give him and if he would be able to accomplish it. He didn't want to disappoint the broker.
He was afraid of Iason and his possible discovery. What would Katze do then? Would Iason punish him as well?
He had no clue why Katze took that much risk. Was there…something?
They were quiet during the ride. Katze said nothing and Daryl didn't know what to say. He was afraid whatever he say, it may sound stupid.
He was more than surprised when Katze parked at the abandoned beach.
But he said nothing.
They sat side by side on the smooth sand near the water. Katze was looking somewhere far into the dark horizon. His eyes were different. Like he was dreaming awake.
"Katze…" Daryl started hesitantly. It was more than obvious that there was no assignment. Kate slowly turned his head to face Daryl.
Their eyes were resting on each other, both pairs warm, wet and dreamy.
"It would be too dangerous fore someone like you to become someone like me." he said flatly. "You're too vulnerable and young."
"Not much younger than you, though."
"No, but still…"
"It's not your worry. I don't mind if I die." Daryl said.
Katze felt anger in that moment, but managed to stay calm.
He would mind.
"I won't let you."
"Why do you care? No one cares."
Their faces were so close at that point, their noses nuzzling each other. Their eyes were half closed, but still, they were looking at each other. Katze ran his fingers through Daryl's soft hair, intoxicated by the moment.
They could hear the lullaby of the ocean.
Like only they existed and nobody else.
Then Katze untangled his fingers and rapidly got up, heading somewhere along the beach. He was confused, scared maybe…if he let Daryl into his heart, what would it look like? He got used to be alone.
Break the habit. Something was telling him. It was too hard, revealing his emotions, that were hidden into the very end of his numb soul.
Daryl, still dazed, stood up and headed after him.
"Katze." he called his name, his voice was so determined, so masculine, so…different.
He stopped and turned around, his nose touched the nose of another. Maybe he was running away because of his imperfection. His scar.
Daryl wasn't sure if all of that was right. He was unable to stop himself at that point. He needed to be close to the broker. He needed his warmth.
All of his fears were gone that moment, he was sure in his actions for the first time. This encounter with Katze would end up differently.
"Come. I'll take you back." he said dryly.
That angered Daryl. He couldn't understand Katze's intentions. He drove to the ocean. It's a place for couples. And they almost kissed…Why was Katze running away from it all?
"Just fuck you!" Daryl said. Every word was bitter. Every blade from Katze's eyes was killing him. The man was looking indifferent. "Stop fooling around with me!"
Katze shook his head. He wanted that kiss, but he was afraid of the future.
Their faces were still very close, nose touching nose.
The broker placed one hand on Daryl's cheek, the other held the hand of another. It took a second before Katze leaned closer, closing the distance between the two of them. He was gently massaging Daryl's lips with his own, while slowly closing his eyes.
He caught Daryl unready. But he relaxed after a few seconds, parting his lips and closing his eyes.
Katze's tongue gently slid into Daryl's mouth to meet another tongue. They were playing with each other, exploring and entangling. Daryl wrapped his arms around Katze's slim waist, holding him tight. The kiss became more passionate. But it was nothing like sexual desire. It was more like a want to belong to someone. The feeling of belonging to someone, to melt into each other, to share happiness and sadness.
When they parted, they looked at each other with affection. It turned to be good.
"I know the place where you'd like to be." whispered Katze.
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"I wish we hadn't been castrated." said Daryl, lying on Katze's bed. Katze was hugging him from behind.
"The wish is mutual." said Katze. Daryl turned to face him.
"I'd like to…"
"I know." Katze cut him off, "Maybe there is a way…"
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TBC if anyone wants me to.