Despite the fact that Daryl was wrapped in towel, Katze's face remained indifferent.
"May I come in?" he asked flatly.
Daryl blinked several times, as if he had been under some kind of hypnosis. His body was tensed and Sid could see it clearly from the spot he was standing, wrapped in towel as well.
Daryl's back was arched backwards, like he was saluting. From his body language Sid could see that the brunette really respected the man. But he couldn't see who the man was.
'Perhaps the untouchable one' he thought and smirked, deciding to help his bedmate a little.
He would make the 'untouchable guy' jealous.
Daryl stepped back, to let the man come in. But before Katze stepped in, Sid rushed from his spot to Daryl.
He hugged him from behind, placing a small possessive kiss on Daryl's shoulder, before he looked at their guest.
His stomach started to ache in hatred when he saw that familiar face, which set the Bison up back then.
He could still remember those nights in jail. He had fallen together with Luke, Norris and Guy and Riki had been desperately trying to save them.
He'd been mad at Killie first, thinking that he had been the one to set them up, but when he had considered the situation; he had known that there must have been somebody else who had been standing behind their arrestment.
And not much later, he had found out that it had been Katze.
The pain in his bones never ceased. Every time the rain fell, it was hurting like hell.
But he didn't want to ruin the show. He wanted to show Katze how he's taking the only person that had ever loved him and that would ever love him.
He wanted to laugh in his face.
And those amber eyes widened slightly, when they saw Sid hugging Daryl.
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It was the bare reflex, for Katze had never thought of Daryl that way. What love life could one castrate possibly have?
But it didn't surprise him much; for Daryl had a hole and could satisfy any man he wanted. Not many people would complain if they had one uke to fuck. The boy was pretty and shy; you could say he was modest and pleasant, and that was a rarity.
His price on the market would be as huge as the light speed per second.
Daryl gathered his thoughts, annoyed by the things Sid was doing. But then he realized that it might help him. If Katze could be with Raoul, then he could be with Sid.
Katze nodded at his acquaintance.
"Long time no see, Sid." he said.
"Yup." was all what Sid had to say; beside he wanted to kill the man for that thing in the past.
The secrets are revealed now and if Sid had a chance to find the guy who was really standing behind that arrestment, he would kill him. He knew it was Iason.
But the only difference was that Katze was there. And Iason wasn't.
"Please have a sit, sir." told Daryl shyly, pointing to the couch in the corner of the small, but neat room.
Katze took the offered seat.
"Will you excuse us, sir, for a moment? We need to get dressed."
Katze just approved by nodding his head.
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"So, that is secret love of yours? Katze." Sid snorted as he mentioned the dealer's name.
"What's so wrong about it?"
"What is wrong?!" Sid raised his eyebrows.
"Everything is wrong. He set us up and we ended up in prison a few years ago. He helped Iason find Riki and be with him again. He crashed the Bison. Aren't there enough reasons to prove you that it is wrong to mess with this guy?!" Sid hissed.
Daryl just looked at him and rolled his eyes in annoyance. He threw Sid's clothes at him.
"Who the hell are you to tell me what to do? You caught me drunk, you fucked me and it isn't night anymore. Why don't you go already?!"
Sid's lips curved.
"Because I don't consider this a one night stand."
"Oh, how so? You think I want to be with you? Why would I?" he was a little pissed.
"What gives you right to tell me what to do, when you know nothing about me?" Daryl pulled on his pants and stormed out of the room, noticing that Katze didn't mind waiting that long. Or that was only his face expression he always had?
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Katze studied Daryl's apartment. It was neat; everything was on its place. That was old habit of Daryl's since he used to be Furniture. And that habit was nice. It smelled like home. It was warm. The walls were gray, but still, it looked like home.
It smelled on Daryl.
Now when Katze thought better, in an environment in which was inevitable to think about Daryl, he dew a few conclusions.
Daryl was an enigma for him. Daryl was nice and pleasant, like all other Furniture, but he wasn't all that nice .The fact that Daryl wasn't virgin and that he had a love life, was telling a different story about him.
Daryl was dangerously beautiful. His eyes were telling a story about deep respect, kindness, honesty. The brunette wasn't boring at all. He had so much to offer, and Katze was blind all the time.
But why would he care? Daryl is his inferior and he shouldn't interfere further and go farer that professional. It was all business to Katze. Besides, he just wanted to tell Daryl that he wanted to use his skills on much more higher levels.
That was all Katze wanted to do before he goes there, in Eos, to participate in crashing reputation of another Blondie.
He never wanted Raoul, but he was a Blondie, no matter he wasn't his Blondie.
It's been long since he had been touched in any way. At least he could pretend it was Iason who would caress him and fuck him.
Because life was a bitch and would never give you what you really wanted.
Seeing Daryl in the room again, he took a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it up, releasing a powerful smoke.
"I just came to tell you that you are promoted from now on. You will be my main courier."
Daryl's eyes widened.
"Y-you m-mean, like Riki?"
"Yes, just like your friend Riki the Dark."
Which considered Daryl would be almost all the time near Katze and receiving orders only from him, delivering only special deliveries.
"Daryl the Dark, wouldn't it sound a little stupid?" interfered Sid. " For there was only one 'the Dark' and that was Riki."
"This isn't your business, Sid. So stay out of it and don't bother your..." he looked at Daryl. "…lover." he finished and stood up.
"Come tomorrow at 5 a.m." he looked at Daryl before he disappeared behind the door.
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The red head went to his car, turned on the autopilot, and lit another smoke. The car was driving him to Eos tower, to something so inevitable, something that should be honor to him, something that is a privilege. But at the same time it seemed so disgusting.
It just wasn't right.
Since Iason had lost his position as the head of Tanagura Syndicate, Raoul had become much less careful and aware of the rules. Like he was fed up following them blindly.
The story of Riki, a simple mongrel who could turn the one Elite's life upside down, and a Blondie that consciously lost his position, was making Raoul think a little about Jupiter's rules.
They seemed so stupid, for why did Jupiter give them genitals if they shouldn't suppose to have any function? Why, when they were sterile?
Why did Jupiter allow them to have pets, which perform sexual shows, the ones that any Blondie mustn't be involved with?
Why did Jupiter invent voyeurism, showing them all something that is forbidden to them?
Sex was the apple from Eden.
Why did Jupiter give them emotions, if they weren't supposed to feel?
And thinking about that, Raoul learned that Jupiter's rules were so stupid and contradictory.
So nothing was stopping him to be with Katze. As soon as the other Blondies realize Jupiter's mistake, it wouldn't be any taboo left and he could give back the position of the head of Tanagura Syndicate to Iason.
Everything would be normal again.
Just at the simple thought of Katze, Raoul was blaming himself for not believing Iason.
Katze knew Raoul's new theory somewhat, in the way Raoul talked and walked and everything.
It's been a while since they have last met. Now that the danger was gone, they would be face to face again.
And the car was leading him straight to there.
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If I told you I loved Riki, would you laugh, Raoul?
Raoul's heart was pounding like mad, as he was waiting for Katze's arrival. Iason's sentence was appearing in his dreams every night and didn't give him peace.
Something was wrong with all of that; it looked like he felt Iason's restlessness within himself.
Iason had mentioned Riki's ex-pairing partner, Guy, and Riki's fear that Guy would separate them, for he was dreaming quite a lot about Iason's and his death caused by Guy.
Iason would never show that he was worried. But Raoul simply knew he was.
They would talk sometimes over some old communication systems that were impossible to track. And it was making Raoul happy, to hear his best friend's voice ant to know that Iason was fine there, in the worst apartments that exist.
It didn't matter where he was, as long as he was with his mongrel.
"Master Raoul, master Katze has arrived." the young, pretty Furniture announced Katze and disappeared soundlessly like a shadow.
Raoul stood up from his expensive sofa and smiled at the read head.
"I'm glad we meet again, Katze. Would you like something to drink?"
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I see your crippled legs and I start to cry. Just like I cried when I saw disappointment in Guy's eyes when I told him I was a Pet of yours. Just like I cried while he was beating me up and I let him do so, not defending myself. I always cry. That's why I'm such a great hero in the eyes of other mongrels. Because crying is my secret. It shows that I'm human.
But I hate crying. Now that I finally realized I love you, my past separated us and our destinies are sealed.
But I'll stay with you, I accept you no matter you're crippled. I love you, Iason Mink. You're my tormentor and the greatest love of all.
With the last moment of dream, Riki smiled, for it was true. In all that terror that the dream was providing, not showing a bright future for them, he loved Iason.
Iason's old habit was to watch Riki sleep when he had nothing else to do, in the dreamless nights like this.
He loved to see Riki smiling in a dream. But right after the smile, the frown followed. And Iason knew that the dream wasn't a happy one.
'Our death, again' he thought, putting his gorgeous blonde head on the pillow, dragging Riki closer.
Riki murmured something before he opened his eyes.
"It's alright, Riki…go on sleeping" he whispered, caressing Riki's cheek.
"It's a day already." Riki said with a hoarse voice. It was so warm and nice, but he couldn't fall asleep again. He was too afraid of doing so.
"Besides, Katze had told us to come to the warehouse early."
Iason frowned at this, thinking about the irony of Katze's and his reversed roles.
But Katze still respected him.
'He still loves me' Iason thought. 'Such a strange love circle. I suppose I'm lucky that my circle is closed. At least I think it is. It would be if Riki loves me back…'
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TBC…
AN: Well, it's not so juicy as I thought it would be, but I still wish you liked this.