Just a tiny nugget to thank you for your patience, I got side-tracked doing a one-shot for a different fandom. This short bit is rather romantic and felt like it wanted to stand alone.
Iason decreed Thursday as the day he would indulge Raoul.
If the commanding pompous tone was meant to incite rebellion or shame, it certainly failed. Raoul merely nodded, his image slightly grainy over the vid-com.
"Eight. My place." He said agreeably.
Thursday was actually a rather strategic move, which was not surprising considering Iason was a skilled manipulator. Both Blondies already spared their Wednesdays for Katze. Raoul had not devolved to such crass actions as to physically relieve himself from arousal. But if he had, Iason choosing the very nearest possible time to the tortuous hypnosis sessions might mean he refrained from pleasuring himself.
It created rather the opposite effect. It almost made Raoul want to masturbate, just to spite Iason.
The Blondie Doctor smiled. He was truly ridiculous. Of course he wouldn't. He was not Riki. He had decades of experience dealing with Iason and was quite comfortable with their relationship.
Wednesday's session with Katze was stimulating, as always. It reminded Raoul of why he was going through the charade of dealing with the unpredictable First One. How he longed to lean in and kiss Katze's thin lips...
Raoul allowed himself a rare moment of indulgence at the very end of a purely professional encounter. As the session was winding to a close, Raoul kept Katze under for a minute or two more, simply to be free to watch him for once.
He basked in the sight of the lean mongrel, poised even if a delicate pink flush colored his creamy skin. Raoul smiled, memorizing the dark eye-lashes, the translucent tightness of skin over sharp jaw-bone. And those hands, strong and slender, fingers twitching a bit...
Raoul drank his fill, before initiating the count up.
When Katze emerged, he slanted a soft smile at Raoul.
"You liked that?" He asked
Raoul pressed his lips together. He had done nothing wrong, there was no reason to feel guilty. He had just admired what he couldn't have. And now he was... Caught. Katze had initially stipulated that he remember his time under hypnosis, so of course the long pause had not gone unnoticed.
The professor pushed a wave of gold behind his ear.
"Yes." He admitted, deciding honesty was appropriate.
Katze blushed more, gaze focused on the floor tiles. His eyes rose, finally, honey-colored and unreadable.
"Me too." The mongrel's soft voice was composed. It made the ache in Raoul's pants worse. "I could feel your eyes on me."
I could feel how much you want me. He didn't say.
The head of Black-Market rose to his feet slowly.
"Maybe next time, you should add a freeze command. Having you eating me up like that, it really made me want to... move."
Damn. Of course, Katze would have felt it too. Raoul had not given thought to how the mongrel might have reacted to his greedy gaze. He saw again a small dick pushing a hard crease against grey slacks, slender thighs parted. Raoul was tempted to activate the bracelet next time, to order the mongrel to touch his... No.
That was entering dangerous territory. That was turning the interaction personal.
That was... Not to be.
Wednesdays were training sessions for Iason. Getting a few bonus minutes of voyeurism was one thing, actively creating a Showing was another.
Raoul unfolded his own tall height, remaining behind his desk.
"Forgive me." He bowed."It will not happen again."
Katze was turned away from him, his voice floating in the office.
"I hope it does." He urged. "There's nothing wrong if it's just looking. I want you to look."
"Iason can't take that away from us." The mongrel's words were heated rebellion.
They found an echo in Raoul's chest.
Damn.
Raoul inclined his great head, indicating that Katze had won the point.
Raoul helped the slim mongrel into his coat, pretending it was not just an excuse to get close and smell him.
...
The next night saw Iason letting himself into Raoul's appartment. It was a good size place, although of course smaller than the First One's. Raoul's blonde curls tumbled over the back of a red armchair in the airy living room. Iason moved to stand behind his friend, too close.
He could smell the crisp scent of lead smearing, hear the faint scratch of paper-pulp fibers.
Raoul was drawing.
He did not stop what he was doing when Iason's hair surrounded his own, fluidly tracing a silhouette on luscious white paper.
Iason bent at the waist, placing his head right next to his brother's to better peer over his shoulder. Raoul stiffened a bit, and his breath caught, but he continued to draw calmly enough.
Good. Iason enjoyed making him uncomfortable. Every little thing counted in their game of wills, and his friend was a formidable adversary. It excited Iason more than he cared to admit.
"What is it?" Iason purred, inhaling deep of the vaguealy botanical scent that clung to his brother's hair.
Raoul angled his page so that Iason could see. Two stylized humanoids, clearly cross-bred with the feline family.
One male, one female. Raoul flipped back a page, showing various poses in movement and different angles; rippling muscle and a close-up of a muzzle with pointy teeth.
"Special order." Raoul sounded almost blazé, but his tongue peeked out to lick his lips, betraying his unease at Iason's proximity. "The client keeps something of great value in a pleasure-house on the coast. He has requested pets who are also guardians, should there be an attack when he is absent."
"Inventive." Iason approved, reviewing the stunning images on paper. The creatures Raoul had drawn certainly seemed lethal as well as sexually appealing. That one image of the female, squatting with her long leg extended on a kick...
Iason laughed softly, knowing his breath was teasing into Raoul's collar.
"Those boots are certainly dangerous." He joked.
Raoul smiled, turning his head slightly.
Iason blinked. It was... Inviting. They were so close to kissing, it would be so easy to push for more... Iason wondered what kind of sounds Raoul might make, if any. With effort, Iason focused on the drawing. The image was expertly shaded, tiger stripes disappearing into a tight tunic.
"Are those markings skin tones, or fur?" Iason asked, voice too deep, damn it.
"What do you think?" Raoul was not moving away, playing along with Iason's seduction and angling his head downwards to expose more of his neck.
How could a Blondie resist such a sweet invitation? Iason brushed his lips feather-light on cool syntheskin, by accident of course, before settling his chin more firmly on Raoul's shoulder. Raoul shuddered very slightly and Iason licked at his own mouth, hoping for a trace of the taste of his friend.
"Fur." Iason decided, god his white pants where tight around his erection. Iason's gloved finger traced a line along the cuff of Raoul's sleeve. "Fur. Very short and close-cropped to the skin, but I think fur is appropriate for a mixed-breed."
Raoul hummed, twirling his pencil. His large chest heaved.
"Good idea. Maybe I can tamper with the follicule structure, create a natural armor of sorts. If I re-arrange the micro-cellular plates in such a way that..."
Iason pulled away as Raoul devolved into shop talk and flounced into the opposite armchair. The First One would be furious at Raoul for applying such a verb to his grace, but it was quite a good description.
"Very interesting." Iason drawled, in a tone that meant the opposite. He motionned loftily with a graceful hand.
"Draw me." He commanded, taking up a regal position, throning in Raoul's furniture.
Raoul nodded, flipping to a crisp new page.
As crayon flew easily over paper, Raoul lost himself in the motions. He liked drawing. It was not strictly necessary, considering the advanced technology he had access to, but it was a soothing action. It helped the professor order his thoughts when creating a new Concept-Pet. Human technicians always seemed to work more independently and efficiently when provided with an illustration.
Iason's profile was strong in the dim light, all straight nose and sharp jaw-line.
"So." The First One said. "Have you any sexual experience at all?"
Raoul sketched, shading with short brisk strokes.
"No." He admitting, balancing the sketch-book effortlessly on his knee, boot elegantly pointed.
Iason slid blue eyes to his friend, not moving another muscle from his self-imposed position.
"What do you wish to try?" He asked.
Raoul hummed, wrist moving in long fluid lines. Blondie hair, probably, Iason surmised.
"We shall see." The doctor spoke honestly. "At the moment, I do not know myself."
Iason blinked, holding his pose with android immobility.
"Right. Well, the first step is to become familiar with your desires and to allow erection of the penis. As Blondies, we have been trained to subconsciously subdue our biological responses. We must re-establish your sensitivity to arousal."
Raoul nodded distractedly, holding the sketchbook at arms length and squinting.
"Not only in extreme situations such as when Katze is melting into a puddle in your office." Iason clarified.
Raoul grunted, maybe in wry humor, angling his face side-ways to frown at his sketch.
Melting into a puddle indeed.
"Were you aware of the potential between us, earlier?" Iason asked, still poised like a graceful statue.
Raoul corrected something on the paper, going over and over an area.
He made a non-commital sound in response to Iason's question.
Iason's mouth turned down at the corner, just a bit, and his voice soured.
"I do not intend to serve as a poor substitute for the mongrel you are infatuated with. If I am incapable of creating genuine arousal in you, Raoul, speak now and we shall cease this farce."
Raoul nodded, finally looking up from his sketchbook.
"I am not aroused, now." He admitted. Iason's expression darkened and he turned to face his friend.
"Earlier..."
Raoul flipped the sketchbook in answer. Iason drew a breath.
The drawing was not of Iason holding the pose on the couch before Raoul.
The drawing was a perfect rendering of Iason in the car the other night, half-naked and debauched. Raoul's photographic memory had allowed him to perfectly capture Iason in all his glory, as he'd seen him in the air-car while Riki sucked his dick.
It was a poweful image. Iason silently took in the majestic beauty portrayed. It did not seem like himself, and yet it clearly was. He did not often think about his appearance, taking his refined features and strong body for granted. Artfully depicted though... There was a powerful wildness to Iason in the sketch, confidence captured in rough strokes and the hazy dark blob of Riki's head, tastefully obscured. His eyes were a spot of lighter grey, mysterious and challenging the viewer.
Was that how Raoul saw him? Jupiter.
Iason was rarely speechless, but right then he was.
Raoul shook out his hair.
"I believe we have potential." Raoul admitted, voice rough.
Iason smiled, a slow lazy joyful curling of full lips.
Raoul swallowed.
Oh yes.
Iason rose and walked into Raoul's bedroom without a word.
Potential.
No doubt of that.
...
Obviously, the next chapter will be all about the R rating and Blondie sex. Watcha want to see these guys do?
Also, SmileRen on fanfiction kindly asked for ai no kusabi prompts. And since I don't think there is an actual Ai No Kusabi kink meme and I have done numerous works based on prompts so I know their value, I'm going to throw a couple out there after all future chaps. Just in case they catch someone's fancy...
Kirie/Guy - hurt/comfort- Guy misses Riki. Kirie distracts him.
Riki/Guy/Police -chase scene- the exhileration of escaping in a high speed chase is almost as good as the sex after. Almost.
Raoul/ Cross-over character Pet -love? sex?- Raoul has created a different Pet. One that finally interests him enough to interact with and seduce into forbidden acts. It's just merchandise quality control, he reasons. *include a character that fascinates you from any other fandom.*
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