Hi everyone... So um, this "omake" turned out to be longer than I thought it would be. I really thought that it would only be one chapter long, but it just kept on getting longer, and longer, and longer! Before I knew it, I could no longer deem it to be one chapter and thus, I gave up on this being the Omake. So, this is the first part of "Pet Ring", there are at least two more chapters to come. Sorry if this part ends on a slightly downhearted note, I couldn't really find a good place to end this first part. Anyway, thanks for reading! Please leave a review if you feel so inclined.
Much Love,
Soulhearts
Riki Mink – or at least that's what people seemed to be calling him these days – was lying on his back on the cream coloured sofa patting the newly rescued and contentedly fed kitten nicknamed "Stray" when he heard Iason's return to the apartment. In the short time that Iason had walked from the front door to the lounge, Riki already knew something was up with his blondie – mainly because Iason had a tendency to walk more briskly when he was annoyed or agitated. Gently removing the little black furball and placing it on the couch, Riki sat up. As he did, he was immediately met with piercing blue eyes, which were narrowed with angry suspicion but still seemed to hold a hint of relief at the sight of him.
Riki's eyebrows pulled together and his brow furrowed slightly. "Iason?" He queried, "What's wrong?"
Iason did not reply, but with his eyes never wavering from his pet he barked for his furniture. "Cal!" He yelled with a harsh brutality that made Riki wince.
Cal, the furniture that had lived with Iason almost as long as Riki had, came bustling into the room with a swift cautiousness. No longer was the furniture a frightened little kid like he once had been, he'd learned how to read Iason's moods with a cut-throat-like awareness.
"Yes, Master Iason?" Cal responded with head bowed and soft, but clearly spoken words.
Still, Iason did not remove his eyes from Riki's figure. "Has my pet left the apartment today?" Iason asked cruelly – mentioning that Riki was still his pet was a low blow. Both of them had stopped using that sort of language years ago and Iason only used it when he was angry, annoyed or really horny.
Riki flinched at Iason's words. What the hell was stuck up his ass today? But Riki still knew better than to interject. At this point, saying anything might harm his case. Whatever fuckin' case there is to begin with! I don't even know how I've pissed the bastard off, thought the mongrel angrily.
"No, Master Iason. Master Riki spent a majority of the morning in the bedroom, then at eleven o'clock Master Riki ate a small snack, before taking a single cigarette out on the balcony. At twelve I summoned Master Riki for lunch, where he ate a light salad and at twelve-forty Master Riki napped on the couch for roughly two hours. Since he woke from his sleep, Master Riki has been playing with the young kitten which he brought home."
Riki stared at Cal silently with an incredulous expression. Shit, he'd never thought the Furniture was keeping tabs on him like some eager, proactive stalker!
Iason sighed and surprisingly, his expression of arctic wrath slowly disappeared from his features and was replaced with obvious relief. "Leave us Cal." He dismissed the Furniture, waving a hand distractedly in Cal's general direction before pinching the bridge of his nose and descending down the three steps into the sunken lounge.
Cal disappeared from sight, but Riki remained glued to the floor – mainly due to his blossoming irritation with his arrogant blondie.
"What the hell was that–ah!" Riki had started to protest, but was interrupted when his pig-headed lover decided to shove his white, gloved hand down into Riki's pants.
Iason started to twist Riki's cock ring, causing the angered mongrel to punch at Iason's chest in order to get away. Iason firmly wrapped his other arm around his pet's waist to prevent escape.
"What the fuck Iason!" Riki gasped as he couldn't help but become aroused from Iason's feathered touches to his member. "Can we not do it in the lounge!? Let go of me you shitty, perverted blondie!"
"Calm down Riki," Iason muttered deeply into his ear.
"Don't you tell me to calm down you sadistic bastard! Let go of me!"
"Stop fidgeting!" Iason demanded, becoming slightly frustrated with his mongrel's squirming.
Quickly, before Riki could try and engineer an escape plan, Iason grabbed a firm hold of Riki's cock ring and finally managed to get the damn thing off.
Retrieving his hand from Riki's nether-regions, Iason held up the metal ring for the pair of them to see. Iason almost smiled when he saw his pet's flabbergasted expression, but of course Iason didn't. He didn't because he also knew that now, Riki wasn't wearing a pet ring – one of the few things he could not allow; he trusted Riki to always come home to him, but it was others that he did not trust to keep their hands off of what was his.
Riki glared at Iason and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What the hell is going on Iason?" He snapped warily.
Iason looked Riki in the eye, finally deciding to give his agitated mate an explanation.
"I apologise," Iason smirked as he spoke in soft tones, pulling Riki into his embrace. Riki allowed himself to be held tightly as he listened to Iason's proceeding explanation.
"The alarm on your pet ring sounded in my office just minutes ago and I feared the worst – I worried that you had been abducted. However, when I checked the ring's GPS location, it showed you were in the apartment. I thought that maybe you had somehow engineered a means of disabling the device, but I can see now that the ring itself is broken. It is, after all, an older model – this sort of thing should be anticipated."
"That's why you came home in such a huffy pout?" Riki snarled, though there was a hint of amusement shinning mischievously behind his midnight eyes.
Iason looked down at his beloved with a smirk. "I always carry myself in a most dignified manner. I have no idea what you're referring to."
Riki sniggered as Iason kissed his soft mop of coal hair. "Whatever," Riki chuckled under his breath before piping up again. "But, does this mean I'll need to get another one of those?" He glared at the object in Iason's hand with loathing.
This time it was Iason's turn to snicker. "I'm sure we can find a newer model, but yes." He teased inadvertently, not knowing the depth of his comment.
When Riki didn't reply Iason pulled back in order to examine his loved one's face. "Riki?" He questioned with raised eyebrows when he saw a veiled expression of suppressed trauma upon his face. "What's wrong my beloved?"
"How…" Riki started before trailing off, avoiding Iason's gaze. When Iason realised he would say no more, he encouraged Riki to speak his mind, and with a little more pushing, he did.
"How can you still not trust me? We've been together for more than eight years… is a pet ring still really necessary?"
"Yes," Iason replied, but regretted his swift response when he saw the fresh look of pain upon his mate's face. Iason was shocked by how wounded Riki looked by his affirmation.
"But," Iason added in a gentler tone, "I'm sure we can find a different type of pet ring." When the look of pain did not fade from his beloved's face, Iason's chest began to ache.
"Riki… Riki look at me." Iason lifted up his lover's chin and Riki put up no resistance. The dull, injured look in Riki's eyes caused Iason's breath to hitch, and the man had to count to three before he was steady enough to speak again.
"This is not about trust: I trust you with my whole heart. But, I just know that I would not survive without knowing your exact location every second of the day – call me a 'possessive, dominating pervert' if you must. Throw whatever names at me you fancy, but please, let me have this."
Riki looked at his blonde man with a revelation slowly coming to the forefront of his mind. "That was the most awkward confession I've ever received from you Iason." But there was no smirk behind his words, just stunned shock.
At first Iason also did not know how to react, but he recovered himself before Riki managed to. He grabbed Riki's hand and peppered his fingers with soft kisses. "I would confess my love to you a thousand times if it would keep you here in my arms."
Riki finally reacted, but it was not in the way Iason had expected. Instead of the mongrel pushing him away and calling him a sop, or storming off annoyed by his tender words, Riki just stood stock still and he suddenly lit up like a Christmas light as a furious blush suddenly kept up onto his face.
Riki finally came back to his senses and he snatched his hand out Iason's grasp before turning and flopping back down on the couch, accidently waking Stray as he did so. The kitten mewled in protest, jumping off the couch and running towards the kitchen where he knew he would find a bowl of food just as Iason sat down on the couch beside his love with a tiny smile upon his lips.
"Aren't those lines embarrassing to you…?" Riki quietly huffed, refusing to make eye-contact. Yet, Iason wasn't fooled by Riki's gruff tone; he could still see the crimson blush on Riki's ears.
Leaning across, Iason blew over Riki's ear, which earned the man a delightful shudder from his mate. Pleased with Riki's response, Iason's firm, unyielding hands grabbed onto his smaller partner and with no small amount of force, he pulled the man onto his lap.
"Do you mind?" Riki growled in his very mongrel-esque way. "Let go of me you oversexed bully! Seriously, let go-!"
Riki squirmed and struggled in his master's arms but he already knew it was no use. Once Iason had his hands on him, he didn't relent. Iason nipped him lightly on the ear, punishing him for his fidgeting, whist simultaneously slipping off his right glove – which Riki did not notice. Meanwhile, Iason's still-gloved left hand roamed up under Riki's shirt and as soon as he reached his nipple, he gave it a little tweak, earning an eager moan from the smaller man in his lap.
"Iason… Aah–! Wait, please…" Riki huffed, still fighting to get the blondie's hands off of him.
Iason's only response to Riki's plea was to push his un-gloved right hand down past the waistband of his pet's pants, and Riki sucked in a breath of air through his clenched teeth as Iason's hand made contact with his already hardened member. Iason chuckled deeply into Riki's ear, amused at this predictable reaction, and he began gracing the man's length with caresses of gratifying precision. He started at the tip and slowly he began working his way down, tracing along all the veins on his lover's erection. Yet, when he reached the base of Riki's cock – a place that had never before been touched by him thanks to Riki's pet ring – the mongrel's eyes bulged wide open and he let out a scream of terror and pleasure accompanied by a strangled whimper. Startled by Riki's scream, Iason released the man's member and pulled his left hand out of Riki's shirt.
"Riki! Are you alright? What's wrong?" Iason demanded as he began soothingly patting the pet in front of him.
"No I'm…" Riki tried to explain his unwarranted reaction but Iason could feel his lover trembling in his arms and before Riki could speak, he found himself being comforted by hushing sounds coming from the blonde behind him.
"It's alright," Iason cooed as he ran his hand down Riki's jaw-line. "You're okay."
"Guy," Riki managed to gasp out, still trying to explain to Iason what had provoked such a harsh reaction. "He… that's where he…"
Suddenly two and two came together in Iason's mind and the puzzle pieces began to slot themselves in nicely. It had been so long since Riki had said that name that Iason had almost forgotten what had transpired those many years ago. Riki had lost his manhood back in Dana Bahn and though they'd both been rescued, Riki's body had needed far more rehabilitation than Iason's had. The base of Riki's penis had been but a little stump, and ever since he'd come out of the healing chamber, it not been touched by anyone but Riki.
"Riki," Iason's thumb grabbed Riki's chin and, turning his lover's head towards him, he met Riki's faltering gaze. "Everything is okay… you're okay."
Riki nodded haltingly and after a moment of hesitation he dropped his head. "Make them go away…" he murmured to his lover. "Make those memories go away."
Iason smiled softly. "I will beloved; I will make everything that hurts you disappear, I promise."
