A/N: Hey there! I finished Absolute Obedience a few days ago for the second time and decided to check out FF for fanfics and to my dismay, there were only three! I wanted to write something so the listing wouldn't be so bare and so I could flesh out my writing skills again after nearly five years. I'm notorious for taking a long time to write chapters, so reviews are a great nudge! Also, everything written is completely unbetaed, so many apologies for any mistakes.
Pairings- Mainly Kia/Louise, Werner/Louise, and Kia/Dirk
Warnings-Mild sexual content, foul language, yaoi/slash, etc...Lemons won't be posted here due to TOS, but will be linked in my profile when I write them.
Disclaimer- I don't own Absolute Obedience. If I did, I would have totally expanded on the end relationship between Kia and Louise and you wouldn't have to top ALL THE TIME. (Rant, rant)
Chapter One
Rainy Day Blues
Kia sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, propping his chin against his fist as he moodily gazed out the window of Louise's mansion. Rain fell in heavy sheets outside, the beautiful front garden now flooded and dismal looking. The foul weather kept the solider locked inside and the radio was anything but reassuring. A female reporter's voice rang out through the radio's speakers, giving advice for what looked to be a long storm. "It's strongly advised to take caution when driving due to the excess water on the roads. Studies show that accidents raise dramatically during heavy storms..." The reporter's voice droned in the back of Kia's head.
"Gallagher!" Kia yelled, cracking his knuckles. "Is Louise still locked up in his room? He has a client today, doesn't he?" It wasn't like Louise to be anything but perfectly punctual and orderly when it came to any requests that came in. Despite Kia's best efforts to get his partner to relax and take things easy, he still remained the neat and organized golden boy that he'd been when they first met. For someone of Kia's wild and unplanned lifestyle, it was more than a little frustrating at times.
"Ah! No, Master Kia. He canceled the request himself. He has an engagement with an old friend of his, I believe." Gallagher looked up with a smile from his cleaning, a small expensive vase carefully being polished and dusted in his hands. Kia rolled his eyes and snorted at the large man's words.
"Pssh. He's probably going to have one of his boring tea parties with whatever stuck up jerk he sweet talking." Kia frowned, glaring at the window and the rain. "Then he's probably gonna sleep with them. Like he always does." Kia added bitterly, ignoring Tigg's head butting against his hand.
When Kia had first taken Louise, the other man had been overwhelmed. Kia wasn't sure just how long he'd kept the other man up, forcing him to awaken only to drive into him over and over in a vicious cycle that left the aristocrat exhausted and sore for days. Regardless, Louise slipped out when Kia wasn't looking, almost getting himself killed from someone who he thought was a friend. Though he was bleeding from glass shards and fatigued from the night before, the only thing Kia could see was the lost look of disbelief on his partner's face as he realized he was not only betrayed, but nearly killed. Kia saw as his eyes trembled and his lips worked numbly and knew that the idea that another person he trusted had back stabbed him again hurt more than any gun wound. It had only been for what felt like a split second, but the image ingrained itself in his mind as he shoved the blond onto plush sheets, manipulating his body with sensuous skill and patience.
He had lost track of time, Louise's body sticky with sweat and semen against his as the sun eventually rose, filling the room with gentle light while Louise struggled to keep his eyes open. Guilt settled in his gut as he watched Louise's eyes droop, his hair messy and cheeks flushed. For a man who prided himself on his extraordinary prowess as a so called "giver", he seemed so much more appealing on the other end of the spectrum.
"Just because I like to drink tea at my meetings doesn't make them tea parties, Kia." Louise gingerly made his way down the stairs, a noticeable limp in his gait. Kia grinned as he watched the man frown in discomfort at a step taken too hard. It seemed that Kia's rough administrations last night had took a toll on the long-haired man after all.
Kia looked up. "Hey." He said, waving to the blond. "I thought you were gonna stay in bed all day, you lazy ass. Some of us don't have the luxury of canceling a request whenever we feel like it." He teased, grinning wider when Louise scowled. His friend's bad temper was always something he liked to push the limits of.
"And not everyone has the luxury of having someone give them free room and board in a mansion either." He shot back, his smile deadly. Kia scratched the back of his neck, unthreatened. Louise didn't have the heart to throw him out, especially now. "Regardless," He continued, making his way to the kitchen. Kia and Gallagher followed suit. "It isn't anything that concerns you." He grabbed a ribbon from atop a table, tying it around his hair and pulling the blond strand in place. "Mind your business, Kia."
Kia glared, quickening his steps so he could fall in line with his partner. "It is my business." He insisted. Louise rolled his eyes and Kia grabbed his wrist, turning him around so they'd be face to face. "I don't trust you out alone. Especially with those people you call 'friends', Louise."
Louise scoffed. "Kia, we already talked about this." He sighed, exasperated.
"Yeah, and you never listen!" Kia groused, nearly pouting. "Besides, you promised that you wouldn't sleep around unless it was for a request."
"So, you don't trust me then." Louise said, finally turning to look at him.
"I didn't say that." Kia countered, getting frustrated. Louise only raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He made his way to the stairs, Kia in pursuit. "Hey!" He yelled. " Don't walk away from me!"
Louise waved him off. "We'll talk later." A door slammed and the audible click of a lock rang throughout the stairs. Kia let his fist pound against the wall, annoyed.
"Fine!" He yelled, glaring at the empty stairway. "Be a brat!"
Gallagher fretted at the motorcyclist's side, looking worried, as was typical for the muscle-bound hulk of a man. "Master Kia! Master Louise is very busy today. It might be best to give him some space." He advised, worrying a dusting cloth in his hands. Kia shot him a look and snorted, flopping down on one of the sofas in the living room.
After much wheedling on Kia's part, he'd finally got Louise to agree to a somewhat exclusive relationship between the two of them. There was no way they could be completely closed when it came to the bedroom since the very nature of their work forced them to sleep around. Louise himself assured that he kept to their pact, only warming the bed's or request targets. Kia, however, wasn't so sure. The both of them were adept liars and secretive by nature. He himself had deviated from their promise, spending more than a few nights with Dirk in his arms. He liked to fancy that Louise was none the wiser, but experience told him that it was unlikely. Louise had one of the sharpest minds their generation had to offer. Lies were fairly pointless.
About thirty minutes later, a sharp knock at the door had both Gallagher and Kia looking up. Kia followed close behind the larger man, eying around him to the door, eager to see the visitor who was most likely Louise's friend/consort for the day. As Gallagher swung the door open, he spied a dark-haired man in a crisp white suit, his button-down shirt opened freely around the chest. "Hi." He drawled, his voice smooth and deep. "Name's Werner Herzog. I'm here for Louise." He smiled, his genial tone calm and collected. In that moment, Kia hated him.
"Ah! Master Louise was waiting for you." Gallagher said, eager to please as always. "Please, come in, come in!" He ushered the guest in, handing him a small towel to dry the rain out of his hair. "I'll go inform Master Louise of your arrival. Master Kia, could you show him to the living room?"
Kia snorted contemptuously. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He jerked a thumb towards the living room, glaring at the other man. They walked in silence, Kia fuming and Werner smiling smugly as he watched the biker nearly steam beside him. "So," Kia said as the reached the living room, immediately dropping into his usual seat. "You're that mafia brat."
Werner laughed, easing down in a chair opposite Kia. "I guess you could call me that. I prefer the term heir, though." He met the other's intense gaze with a self-assured look of his own. He'd dealt with worse on a daily basis from business dealings and it wouldn't do to rile up a close friend of Louise's more than necessary. Especially if that friend happened to be his current lover.
"Yeah? I don't care what you prefer." Kia shot back, annoyed by the other man's lack of reaction. It was like dealing with Louise all over again. "What do you want with Louise? I thought you were some famous ladies' man or something. Louise isn't a lady, even if he acts like one." He leered, his smirk lewd. "Trust me. I've seen proof. Many, many times."
Werner's smile faltered for a second, his eye giving a small twitch. Looks like he wasn't as impervious as Kia once thought. However, the smile came right back, just as fake as before. "I'm sure you have." Werner said, shifting his legs. "Louise talks a lot about you. You're everything he said you'd be." The was just a hint of venom to his words that Kia almost missed.
"I can be a lot worse if I find out that your taking what's mine." Kia said, his voice deep with threatening promise. The two of the sat in tense silence until Louise entered the room, neatly dressed in a crisp white frilled shirt and black slacks, his hair still tied back with the silk ribbon. He gave Kia a reproachful look at noticing the uncomfortable silence, knowing that his partner was the cause.
"Werner. I apologize the the wait." Louise said, touching the back of Werner's chair. "Are you ready to go?" Kia felt his stomach twist as he saw Louise smile, Werner smiling back as he stood. The both of them looked like they'd stepped out of a magazine spread, as gorgeous as high-class models. He shifted in his seat, uncharacteristically embarrassed.
"No need to apologize. I was just talking with your friend." Werner replied. "I reserved some luxury seats for the orchestra you told me liked, since they were in town. Is that alright with you?"
Louise nodded, smiling wider. Kia frowned, unused to seeing the blond so happy. "I've been meaning to go attend one of their performances." He agreed, the two of them already meandering out the door. Kia cleared his throat.
"Hey." They both turned to look at him, Werner finally looking annoyed. "Remember that we have to go to Dinner at your dad's house tonight. Be back before six." He reminded. Louise nodded, turning to leave until soon Kia was left alone in the spacious living room.
If Louise wanted to be like that, then fine. Two could play at that game. Kia grabbed the phone the hung above the fireplace, dialing a number he knew by heart.
He was sure Dirk wouldn't be too busy today anyway.
A/N Ugh. I forgot how much typing for three hours straight could hurt...
Anyways, feel free to review and I'll try to have another chapter done post-haste!
