Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I've chosen to invade the AnK world.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 4 of ?
**Edited/Rrewritten**
~~**Forever Caged**~~
Lying on the surface of aa stone guard-benchwall, Riki dipped his hand in the cool waters of the outrageously large fountain smack-dab in the middle of Iason's huge lavished balcony. Rolling his tense shoulders Riki sighed as he brought his cigarette to his lips, and inhaled deeply. He fucking hated going to see the doctor for an exam. Those drugs they inject him with always left him nauseous, twitchy, and left him with a splitting headache.
Maybe it was time to complain to Iason about it. They were different now. They stopped fighting… Well, they stopped fighting the feelings they had for each other anyway. Before, he never would have dared to think of going to Iason and bitching about this kind of crap, but fuck this shit. He wasn't about to put up with these tests and drugs anymore. Regardless of how much of a bitch it might make him sound, his fucking Blondie was going to get an ear full once he got home tonight.
Staring up at the sky, Riki continued to smoke as he watched clouds float by. He would have loved to bask in the sun all day, but per doctor's orders, he'd been 'advised' that it would be "unwise" to do so considering the amount of fucking drugs they gave him. Lying out in the sun might cause harmful unknown reactions because he was a mongrel, and they had no clue about mongrel biology, which was all fucking bullshit. But if he did try to go against the 'good doctor's' orders, he was pretty damn sure Cal would be right there holding up a huge ass umbrella the size of a fucking aerocar over his mug. Yelling at the kid did nothing, and his sick ass couldn't keep from puking his guts out whenever he tried to run away from the Furniture.
Thinking about the kid…
"Cal! Go get me that drink!" Riki yelled, and then winced in pain as his bellow shot a sharp pain throughout his head. Normally he'd get it himself, much to the Furniture's horror, but Riki wasn't about to take the chance of getting up., Kknowing the motion would send him dry heaving over the side of the fountain, since he had nothing left in his gut. Up-chucking stomach acid was not his kind of party.
"How many times have I told you not to yell?"
Riki turned his head to see Iason walking towards him. "Why are you home so early?" Rubbing his forehead Riki shouted again for Cal just to irritate the Blondie.
Iason sighed. Riki always was in a snit when he came back from a checkup. Sitting beside him, crossing his long elegant legs, Iason's smile slowly faded as he noticed the pained expression on Riki's pale face. A fine sheet of perspiration covered Riki's brow and the hard line of his jaw; his pursed lips were white as if he fought to keep his sickness contained. "What has happen to you?" Iason whispered.
"What the hell do you thinks happen to me?" Riki growled. "This is how I always am after coming back from the hospital." Riki repeatedly swallowed to try to keep from puking, regretting He shouldn't have yellinged a second time for Cal, because now the pain and nausea were attacking him at full force.
Concerned, Iason tilled his little lover's face up, searching Riki's tear-filled black eyes. Angered, he lifted his head and shouted, "Cal!"
"Fucking shit, Iason!" Riki groaned, grabbing his head and wrapping his arm around his stomach, Riki rolled to his side.
"Yes, Master Iason?"
Iason narrowed his ice blue eyes as the breathless Furniture—holding a half empty glass of some sort of blue chilled beverage in his hand—appeared. "Did you not take Riki in for his checkup today?"
"Yes, Master Iason. We came back no more than a half hour ago," the Furniture replied.
"He was not sick when I left him this morning, Cal," Iason said coldly. "Would you care to explain how he came to be this way?"
Riki felt bad for Cal. Even he trembled at Iason's the deadly tone; the barely hidden threat of torture, and hint of death that no doubt shined in those icy-blue eyes. If he was able to, he would have spoken up for Cal, but all his miserable pathetic self could do was curl up in a ball because of the shitty aftereffects of the fucking drugs those doctors injected him with.
"T-This i-is how Master Riki a-always is after coming back from seeing the physician." The Furniture's eyes darted back and forth from Riki to Iason.
Frowning, Iason gently gathered Riki's panting form into his arms and held Riki to his chest as he rose to his feet. "You have ten seconds to explain his condition."
"Enough, Iason," Riki panted. "I need Cal to give me my happy drink."
"Oh! F-Forgive me, Master Riki, I spilled some of it rushing over." Cal stumbled in is hast to place the glass into Riki's out stretched hand.
Before Iason could stop him, Riki downed the blue liquid in one gulp. "Ahh., Tthat hit the spot." Riki grinned at Iason's pissed off expression. "What's up, big guy? Why so surprised? This shit has been going on for years." Riki blinked his eyes rapidly. The drink was working just as fast as it always did, even though half of it looked like it was on Cal's shirt. He'd have to remember to tell Cal that. No point in drinking a full cup of the sickeningly sweet cocktail if he didn't need to.
Self-medicated, and loving it, Riki didn't notice Cal coming forward and taking the now empty glass from his hand.
Iason shook Riki gently, whose eyes started to droop sleepily. "What did you take?"
Riki groaned, reaching up with a heavy hand, he tangling his fingers in Iason's pale blond hair, tugging on the silken strands to bring Iason's head close to his. "It's..."
"It is what?"
His brows furrowed, Riki pulled Iason down even closer until Iason'suntil Iason's ear was only inches above his mouth. Only Cal could see the gleam in Riki's eyes and the wicked smile on his lips, just before Riki stuck his tongue in Iason's ear and, at the same time, caressed, caressed the back on Iason's neck with a feathered touch. In the past five months Riki had learned a lot about what got his Blondie hot and hard, more than he had in the first three years. Snickering when he felt a shudder run down Iason's body, Riki gently took the Elite's pale lode between his teeth, sucking on it until darkness fell upon him quickly, and he blacked out.
Iason closed his eyes and silently counted to ten, willing his body to calm down from the sudden on slot of fire that coursed through his body. Holding Riki's unconscious body tightly, Iason opened his eyes and looked at the worried young Furniture. "Stay right where you are," he ordered.
"Y-Yes, Master," the Furniture stammered.
Turning, ever mindful of the precious burden in his arms, Iason swiftly strode across the balcony and into the apartment,towardsapartment, towards the master suite. Laying Riki down on the silk sheets of their king sized bed, Iason quickly striped Riki naked and covered him. Brushing untamed black locks from his forehead, Iason took a moment and just sat next to Riki, watching the mongrel sleep..
Iason sat quietly for about half an hour just watching Riki. Every once in a while laying his hand over Riki's heart, listening and counting, making sure the strong beats were what they should be, as well as brushing his fingertips over hard dark nipples. Riki's sighs of contentment made Iason smiled. Damn mongrel knew what was going to happen to him after he drank that drink. Riki had purposely got him hard knowing he would be passing out, leaving Iason without the pleasure of Riki's body to release the hunger he awoke within him. "Just wait until you wake," Iason whispered caressing Riki's hard pecks. With a last long lingering look, Iason stood and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Walking back out onto the balcony, Iason homed in on the trembling Furniture. "Come," Iason commanded, turning on his heel and striding back into the apartment and into the living room. Lowering his large frame into one of the many cushioned chairs, Iason motioned impatiently for Cal to stand in front of him. Crossing his long legs, Iason rested his chin on his interlaced fingers. He stared at his Furniture for a while before speaking. "Explain," he said simply, coldly.
"Forgive me, Master," Cal said lowering his head, and curving his shoulders inward in a submissive stance. "If I had known, I would have insisted Master Riki drink the medicine once we returned. But, normally Master Riki prefers to try and ride out the sickness and pain if he can, which is why I-I did not give it to him immediately."
Iason narrowed his eyes in irritation. "How long has this been going on?"
Cal didn't know if he was being lead into a trap of some kind or not, since it was only by his Master's consent that that Riki's physicians could treat Riki or administer and drugs to the pet mongrel. "From the very start that Riki came back into your household, Master Iason," Cal said gingerly, "Riki has had weekly, three hour, checkups to which they would sedate him—"
Iason held his hand up. "Who authorized this?"
Cal looked at Iason in fearful confusion. "Y-You did, Mater Iason."
Iason's pale eye brows shot up. "I did you say? If I had authorized these weekly physicals, would I be asking you about them?"
Cal swallowed loudly. "No, Master Iason."
"What is it that you gave him?"
Cal squirmed. "A sweet non-alcoholic drink, my lord, with a mild muscle relaxer mixed in."
"Mild?" Iason drolly replied..
"Y-Yes!" Cal hastily said "It was a mild pet relaxer, but because Master Riki is very sensitive to pet medications, his reaction is not like that of a normal pet. B-But I can assure you that i-it is perfectly safe. It's not addictive, and there are no bad after effects. Master Riki should wake up feeling refreshed."
"Mm." Iason watched a bead of sweat form and roll down the Furniture's forehead before speaking again. "Tell me, Cal, how were you informed to take him to these exams?"
"All of your orders—I mean, I would be contacted by e-mail—" Cal quickly corrected himself when the BlondieIason narrowed his eyes at him—"that had your personal, private, address the day of the exam."
"The physician, did he give you a reason why Riki needed to be given so many checkups?" Iason asked.
Cal gulped. "I did ask once out of curiosity once, and I was told that because Master Riki was a mongrel, his immune system was weak and so he was prone to illness which was why they had to keep a constant eye on him."
Iason gave a little "hmph" at that. Not once had Riki never been sick while under his care. If anything, it was the pedigree bred pets that could not walk about Eos without succumbing to some kind of ailment. Pets that never ventured out of their vacuum like environment needed constant care, and were prone to all kinds of sicknesses. The fact that Riki was a mongrel and had been out in the world and had been exposed to who knows what, meant his immune system was stronger than a pet's.
"Since Riki and I have returned from our...vacation," Iason snickered at the excuse Jupiter had given for his absents, "have you received any other messages that he would need to be taken in?"
Cal shook his head quickly. "No, Master Iason."
No, there wouldn't be, Iason thought. Since his return, upon Jupiter's insistence, he had changed all his security codes, just in case one of his overly ambitious Elite brothers thought to hack into his private files, to gain useful information to raise their rank. His codes for the elevator to take him to his apartment, the lock to his apartment door, even his private identification codes for messaging.
"Were you present for these exams?" Iason asked.
"I would assist Master Riki in preparing for when the doctor came to see him, but other than that I was ordered to wait out in the lobby."
"I see...You may go about your duties, and Cal," Iason said quietly, "if you ever get these messages saying they are from me, in regards to anything to do with Riki, I want you to contact me immediately, is that understood?"
"Yes, Master Iason." Cal moved to turn away, but stopped. "Master Iason, may I say something?"
Iason nodded.
"Master Riki has never done anything to warrant being sedated," the Furniture nervously said., "They said it was a precaution because of his violent temper, but never once have I seen him shout at anyone there. Master Riki always cooperates with them, but they still drug him the moment he enters the exam room."
"Thank you, Cal. Before you leave, go into my office and bring me my laptop," Iason said before waving the Furniture away. Once he was alone Iason leaned back into his chair. It irked him that such a thing had been going on behind his back without his knowledge. Who knows what had been done to Riki, and just thinking about it... The knuckles of Iason's clenched fist cracked. Well, it was best not to think too deeply about it right now or he might very well kill the next person that spoke to him. His anger ran that deep.
"Master Iason?"
Iason eyed the young Furniture. Too easy a target Iason thought as Cal walked forward, handing him what he had asked the boy to fetch. "I am not to be disturbed, Cal, no matter who it is that calls for me. Do you understand? Unless, of course, if it is Riki."
Cal bowed low at the waist. "Yes, Master Iason."
"Good, now leave me." Iason fingers were already flying over the keys, hacking into medical files and finding and bringing up Riki's file. Just as he suspected, other than the mandatory six month physicalmonth physical exams, there were no other entries that Riki had been seen between those dates. There were, on the other hand, doctor notes on why Riki was to be sedated, but those reasons were not reasons at all. To read about an episode were Riki became aggressive and harmed the attendees, that could very well be true, knowing Riki, but it was the precise detail in Riki's chart of his behavior that didn't fit, something felt off about it. His mongrel might be wild, but he wasn't stupid.
It angered him that Riki had not informed him about the drugs or treatment he was receiving from these so called approved exams, but it didn't really surprise Iason that Riki didn't say one word about this to him. His mongrel was too proud of a man to complain.. If he had not come home when he did who knows how long this would have gone on. Maybe he should create a hole in his security. A pin prick size hole so that his soon-to-be-prey could come in and hack his codes, allowing him to once again contact Cal, pretending to be him, only this time he would be watching. But who he truly needed was Katze. His black market foreman's skills behind a computer were Elite worthy, a talent he'd Iason had known about from the beginning, which was why he had spared Katze's life all those many years ago. He would be sure to contact Raoul as soon as possible, but first...he had a mongrel to wake up.
Putting his laptop on the side table next to him, after locking it securely, Iason stood. Taking his time he shredded his white gloves off and dropping them on the floor as he walked toward his bedroom, continuing to do away with all of his clothes. Leaving a trail for Cal to clean up behind him, thathim that led towards his bedroom doors. "Time to wake up Riki," Iason said with a wicked smile.
Fucking Iason can't take a joke, Riki thought as he walked, well, attempted to walk normally, to the pet saloon. Fucker shocked him awake, and not just from the cock ring, but also with his mouth sucking on his dick. He still wondered how the hell Iason got so talented. There was only so much you could learn from watching pets going at it in pet shows, and since Elites couldn't screw it wasn't like Iason had a way to perfect those unbelievable skills of his. Then again, even though they couldn't fuck didn't mean they didn't know how. But, the thought of them being completely clueless was hard to believe. Jupiter leaving them ignorant about it was doubtful too. She probably downloaded it into their brain and marked it under the file name 'a thousand ways to torture someone'. Thousand and one for Iason, since it was obvious he couldn't be considered a normal Blondie.
"You must bear the consequences for teasing me," Riki mimicked in a low tone, making the two pets passing by shy away from him—farther than they normally did. Riki ignored them and walked on. He was just happy that he was out of the apartment and his 'punishment' for ditching those security douche bags and skipping out to make a run for the Slums, only lasted two weeks. But only after Iason tagged him with another pet ring, a sickeningly pretty necklace that was a decoy, just in case he got tangled in another "Guy situation" as Iason called it. Having to wear another pet ring pissed him off, but if it got him out of the apartment and Iason off his back, then he'd tolerate it only while he was out and about.
Riki sighed.
He needed to find another way to get the information he tried running to the Slums to get, and hopefully before Iason fucked him to death. He needed to find out what happen to Guy. Iason could tell him, but the damn Blondie became a tight lipped bastard whenever Guy's name was uttered, so Riki knew wouldn't get any information from Iason. Katze could help him, but the redhead had disappeared on his ass. Iason's refusal to talk about Guy pissed him off. It wasn't as if he was going to run away with the fucker, he just wanted to make sure Guy was alive.
Arriving at the saloon, Riki waited impatiently as the security system scanned his retinas, and the door slid open. Stepping inside Riki headed to the farthest corner of the finely furnished sex den. Flopping down one of the plush sofas, Riki snapped his fingers for the waiter's attention and ordered himself a drink.
Taking note of the small groups hostile, curious, and strangely lustful looks, Riki leaned back, and propped his feet up on the long table in front of him which got him horrified gasps. With a cold expression and steel gaze, Riki scanned the room, paying no attention to the lavished richness of the décor, but the insolent glares that were directed to him. Narrowing his eyes, Riki beckoned the wearers of those stares to come at him—daring them to bring it. But, of course, they didn't. Instead they lowered their eyes and scampered off, like the gutless little shits they were. Gulping down his drink that had been set down in front of him, Riki 'tsked' and went back to his planning.
"Riki?"
Riki looked to the side to see a lovely, tan-haired, green-eyed, and barely clothed, pet. "Yeah? Wat'ca want?" Riki stared in disbelief as the pet excitedly sat next to him, seemingly oblivious to the raising whispers.
"Hi, my name is Jade," the pet said breathlessly.
Riki looked around the room, and the stares they were getting. "Brave, aren't you."
The pet prettily blinked at him in confusion. "Excuses me?"
Riki nodded toward the pets. "Your buddies don't look too happy with you coming over here."
"Oh them? No, they're not my friends. I'm an accelerated Rank C model pet, so they hate me. The only friend I have is Lilly," the pet said, pointing to a beautiful boy with long dark hair with blond streaks braided and piled high up on his head.
"Did you lose a bet or something?" Riki asked snapping his fingers again to the clearly annoyed waiter, to order another drink. Telling the water what he wanted, Riki turned to Jade and asked, "Want something?" But, before the pet could say anything the waiter turned around and swiftly disappeared. "What the…"
"It's okay," the pet said cheerfully, "As I said, because of what I am everyone hates me. Besides, I have Lilly."
Riki looked back at the beautiful pet across the room. "Why didn't he come over with you then, if he's your friend?"
The pet, Jade, nibbled his lower lip. "He's shy…"
Riki raised a brow. "Uh huh, yeah, sure he is. Anyway, you shouldn't let that attendee, or anyone else, treat you like shit. Stand up for yourself, boy. If you keep letting people step all over you, all you'll ever be is a peon." Riki didn't know why he was telling this to the kid, but for some reason he didn't like seeing the pet being treated like crap. Call it a sixth scene, but he felt that getting to know this kid was a good thing. Well, that and the kid smelled good.
"I wouldn't want to cause anyone any trouble," Jade whispered.
"Yeah, and that's why you'd be the first person assholes will pick to start bullying," Riki teased.
"Your drink, Master Riki," the waiter snootily said, appearing out of thin air with his nose up in the air.
Riki didn't bother wondering how the dude knew his name; his only response was to give the tan-haired pet a pointed look and tilted his head to the waiter.
"Will there be anything else for you, Master Riki?" the waiter impatiently asked.
"Nope." Riki gave the boy another pointed look.
"I-I would like a drink," Jade timidly said.
"If there is anything I can do for you, I'll just be a moment away." With that the waiter started to turn and walk away.
"I'm afraid you must not have heard me," Jade said loudly. "I said I would like a drink."
The waiter smiled at the pet. "Forgive me, young Master.,"
Jade returned the waiter's smile. "It's alright. Can you get me whatever Riki is drinking?"
"Certainly. Would you like something to eat as well?"
"I didn't know we could order food."
"You can't but for you I'm sure I could bend the rules if you so desire a light meal."
"No thank you, just the drink will be fine."
"Yes, yes right away."
The hair on the back of Riki's neck stood up as he listened to the boy, Jade, and the waiter talk. It wasn't how the snobby waiter had suddenly started to kiss the boy's ass, especially after he had made it obnoxiously clear, by ignoring him, that he wasn't going to give Jade the light of day. No, it was the tone the kid used. The sudden change of pitch in his voice, like, he had two voice boxes, and that switch made his survival instincts go on high alert.
"That's some skill you got there," Riki said once the waiter walked away.
"Skill?" Jade said brightly, too brightly.
"Don't give me that wide-eyed innocent look, kid," Riki said. "How did you do that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jade muttered. "Why don't we change the subject?"
Riki shivered as the kid used that voice on him. "Don't fucking use that voice on me, brat," Riki growled. "Fucking gives me the twitch, and I don't think you want me to kick your ass, do ya?"
The boy lowered his eyes and curled his shoulders inward. "No one will believe you if you were to say anything," he whispered.
Riki smiled, kid still had some balls. "Yeah? Howz that?"
Jade peeped up at him. "I don't know what it is you think I can do, but whatever it is, I can't do it."
Kid differently was pushing his luck Riki thought, mentally flinching when the kid used that voice on him again. "I told you that if you used that voice on me, I'd fucking kick your ass," Riki hissed, pissed that the kid hadn't heeded his warning. Grabbing Jade by the back of the neck, Riki brought the kid face close enough to his that the pets around them would have thought they were kissing. "That shit you can do with your voice rubs me the wrong way, kid. It feels disgusting, and obviously it's not working on me if I'm not jumping like a fucking stooge to do whatever it is you want, so knock it off." Riki pushed the now pale faced kid away from him.
The kid sat there, quiet and trembling. The whispers grew louder, and Riki looked around to see the boy's friend standing, looking at Jade with concern.
"I'm sorry," Jade whispered.
"Yeah? Well just don't do it again and we're square. It makes me feel like I'm swimming through slime or something," Riki lied. It made him feel good, like someone was licking him behind the ears and tickling his ass with a feather. The only problem was that it also made him feel like it was his sibling that was doing it to him, if he had one. His gang were like his brothers...maybe not Luke though. Anyway, it was not a fucking good feeling in the end.
"Looks like your friend is concerned for your safety." Riki nodded his head to the lovely pet looking at them.
Jade glanced at his friend, and jumped to his feet. "I should go back to him." Jade walked away a few steps before turning around and coming back. "Please don't say anything."
Riki mockingly raised his brows. "I thought you said no one would believe me even if I said anything."
The boy worryingly nibbled on this lower lip. "Just...please don't say anything."
"Don't worry about it Jade, I won't say a damn thing." Riki stared at the pet who, in turn continued to stare back. "Is there something else you wanna say?"
"Umm...can I talk with you again?" Jade quietly asked.
Riki smiled. "Yeah, you can talk with me again."
Jade gave him a dazzling smile before hurrying back to his waiting friend. The two pets exited the saloon swiftly not soon after.
Riki scratched his head in amazement. Not once today did he think a pet would try to befriend him. Not that he was going to welcome him so easily with open arms, he wasn't stupid. A thought suddenly formed in his mind making Riki grin, not knowing that his elated mood sent coils of desire throughout the room. The shine of his untamed and unusual black-hair. The wicked gleam in his eyes. The way his muscles flexed under his tight short shirt giving the pets more than a peek of bronze skin and ripped abdomen. The unknowing looks Riki got while lost in his scamming were from the pets angered that they lusted for him, while the pets that stared at him with open desire had long ago stopped thinking of him as trash—as some disgusting rodent. The only thing that kept them away was the fear of his fangs that never failed to rip apart someone stupid enough to get too close.
TBC...
