Warnings: Sexual Activity
Chapter 9 of... Getting the Idea?
The next morning after the night-out, Yui was watching Regiland pleasure himself for his master in the living quarters. Raoul, shirt unbuttoned and showing a well-defined upper body, stroked himself lazily, as if uninterested, his cheek resting on a loosely closed fist. Several times, when Regiland seemed a bit more distracted by his own ministrations, Raoul would stare at Yui, and Yui's heart would beat faster. His master's eyes seemed trapped on him and Yui would have no choice but to stare back. He was afraid to turn his head away.
"Come, Pet," Raoul demanded, not even close to finish with himself yet, something that was rare for him to do. He thought seeing the boy in climax would trigger his own, but it didn't. However, his thoughts did drift to Yui, as they have been lately. The Blondie was beginning to recognize Yui as one of the highest forms of beauty there was. Of course, he noticed his prettiness when he bought him at the Stella estate (as he did Regiland) but he never quite noticed the delicate curve of his cheek, the dimpled chin, and the nearly flawless, pore-less skin. And this was all without make-up; with it, like last night, he looked downright stunning. Decorated like a cherub, Raoul's hands itched to paint him.
"You're dismissed. Go to your room."
Regiland, a bit offended, said in a syrupy voice, "But, Sir, you have yet to find your own release."
"Are you back-talking? You've had your chance. Now, go, before I beat you senseless."
Frightened, Regiland waited until Yui finished cleaning him. He, angrily, bumped into him on the shoulder as he went to his room to brood. He didn't think he wanted his Master to keep him six months.
"Shall I retire as well?" Yui asked.
"Did I tell you to? Idiot." Raoul said the word reflexively.
Unfazed, Yui stood there, waiting for instructions. He had his hands clasped in front of himself and once in a while would squeeze them nervously.
Finally, Raoul gave an order. "Come to my room."
Yui thought maybe his master had a slip-of-the-tongue, but he stood and went straight to his room. Yui followed.
Raoul was sitting on the bed, still with a stiff erection. "Close the door," he said, but in much softer tones than he ever used before. His Furniture closed the door quickly.
"On your knees- come to me and get on your knees," Raoul commanded, unsure of himself for one of the few times in his life, but then he shook it off. He could do this. All he needed was a little taste, and he would make a decision. If Iason could, why couldn't he? Surely his feelings were stronger...
"Why are you shaking, Yui?"
"Because I am am afraid, Master."
"Don't be. But what I want you to do is.. is quite taboo. This is very much looked down upon. You know that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you know what I want you to do?" Raoul's voice had taken a gruff edge.
"Yes, Sir," Yui repeated, shaking even more visibly as Raoul freed his large member. When he did so, several Bars fell out of his body in excitement, falling over Yui. The Furniture didn't mind. He placed his small hands around the cock in front of him; it was hot, pulsing, and sensitive, jumping at his touch and breath.
Raoul carefully let his claws trail through Yui's soft, thin hair. "Go on. Do what you can."
Yui enjoyed this gentler Master. He deftly licked up the precum that had gathered at the tip then slathered his tongue all over the head, liking the taste. He took the member into his mouth as far as it would go and began to pump his head. Fortunately, Raoul didn't say anything the several times his teeth scraped him. Raoul actually seemed to like it.
Raoul growled an effective growl that sent shudders down Yui's spine. The Blondie ended up tearing his own sheets to keep his strength at bay; to keep from completely ravishing his sweet Furniture.
When his master began to pant quickly in his usual way, Yui decided to up the ante a bit, like he would see Pets doing for one another. He curled his fingers around Raoul's testicles and gave them a firm, luxurious roll in his palm, doing it over and over until his master came in strong, copious spurts that he swallowed thickly. He milked what was left, squeezing the base of his master's shaft until he was told to stop.
"Tha-That was perfect Yui... Good boy." Raoul, quite pleased, closed his eyes to revel in the moment. Then he glanced down at his Furniture dutifully tucking him back inside his pants. He smiled; his Furniture blushed, smiling back.
Then Raoul made the mistake of looking at himself in a nearby mirror on the wall. Two triangular ears had made themselves visible along with gray stripes on his face and torso, all the way down to his pelvic area- probably crossing over to his legs. His eyes had taken a completely elliptical shape and were more gray than blue. Parts of him were covered in a fine film of fur, also grayish-blue. His pants had ripped a little, and he looked like a gigantic beast.
Yui began to suspect a foul mood, so he stood and, quite bravely, sat directly beside his master, in front of the mirror.
Raoul's settled his blocked view on Yui, eyes somber. He felt confused, and for a Blondie, that was saying a lot. "I'm a monster." His face was feral.
Unsure of what to say, but not wanting his master to suffer from his silence, Yui said, "I don't think so."
"Of course you don't. You're my Furniture. You're... a good boy, Yui." The Blondie covered his face with his hand, silently grateful he didn't have to deal with this alone. But the more he thought about it, how unfair it all was, how he, of all people, could be a dreaded humanoid! "I was manufactured by Jupiter. I shouldn't be like this!" Raoul then grabbed a shoe and threw it at the mirror; it was strong enough to only crack on impact.
"Why me?" he murmured to himself.
Yui whispered, "Not just you."
"What did you say?"
"Not just you, Master, but others as well- Master Sami with his eyes and all those Blondie Elites that claimed they didn't know about the Bars, or that they were there since birth. What if they were telling the truth?"
The thought had never came to the Blondie's mind; he never would have conjured up such an explanation, but the claim held promise now. Surely, he wasn't the only Blondie to pass through Watch with less than human appendages, less than Blondie-looking parts. Perhaps, Raoul thought, their true appearances could range as differently as their brains were.
Plus, what really gave the allegation its form was the fact that Raoul couldn't remember a written-up Elite who failed to say that he didn't know about the Bars. As Secretary of Domestic Affairs, filing was part of his area, after they passed through Jupiter. Like her, he had never thought much about those Elites and their pleas. But now...
Then a truly ridiculous idea came to Raoul: what if to achieve the perfection of android Blondies, Jupiter ineeded/i Bars?
-OOOOOOO-
The Pets stared at one another; one wolf, one a crossbreed between panther and lion, epitomes of canine and feline. Voshka had it in for him, Iason was sure.
The Lion's name was Enyu, and his hair was a gorgeous hue of dark blue, eyes a steamy green, lips full and pink, and a body of such sensuous curves that him walking gave a man an erection. Born in Kohari's Palace in the nation of Xeron, he has gone through masters like a hungry man tunneling a buffet. There had been plenty of money spent on this one Pet of what some masters would call divine origin.
Not only was he beautiful either, no, he could take care of himself as well. In the Palace, the slaves were taught various forms of martial arts to protect themselves. Enyu often relied on these skills in dangerous situations- burglaries and kidnappings, for example. Even when the attacker was twice his size, he proved no match for either Enyu's sexual or physical prowess.
And that was exactly what bothered Riki the most. Enyu's infuriatingly pretty self hid his awesome strength and wit. It made him manipulative, which Enyu had no trouble doing. The sex slave knew when to back off and come on to Iason, and several times Riki caught the Blondie petting Enyu just behind the ears just as he would to him. Forget the fact that he hated when Iason did that.
At first, the mongrel asked himself why should he care, but soon that was worn away by jealously, though he was the one to share Iason's bed each night, in front of Enyu. After two weeks, before Iason came home from work, Riki and Enyu were having one of their usual squabbles.
"Would you two stop it?" pleaded Juthian, quite tired of their antics. "You know if I punish you, Iason will do it twofold."
"This little punk won't shut the fuck up!" Riki yelled, barging his face in front of Enyu's.
Enyu did not like this; however, he liked the taste of the taming stick even less, so he ran his mouth. "Little?" He mewed, something which drove Riki absolutely insane. "I'm way taller than you are."
"Not in that way, shithead."
"Funny, you always make yourself scarce when I perform, so how would you know?"
"Because of how big your head is- and you're a pussy."
"I'm quite proud of how big my 'head' is, and, anyway, you like pussy. Let's not forget Ima and Mimea, now. I bet they smelled like fish."
"You like fish, kitty-cat."
Unlike Juthian, who wanted to keep the peace, the other members of the house found enjoyment in their clever banter, which now looked to be won by Riki this time round. Riki snickered at his last comment as Enyu searched for a good comeback.
Odi called, "Ding-ding-ding. And Riki wins the third round."
"Please don't encourage them," Juthian hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at the bodyguard.
"Ugly mongrel!" Enyu screamed. "Filthy, little gutter-mouse. I can skin you alive!"
"Oh, well, then, try it! I'll fucking get your tongue, stuck-up bitch." And Enyu charged at Riki.
Juthian got out the taming stick, and Odi came rushing to help, knowing Enyu's outburst was partly his fault. Juthian gave him angry looks as they pried the fighting duo away from each other. Riki had a rapidly healing scratch on his face and Enyu had to grow another molar somewhere.
Riki was pinned first, getting ten painful strikes that resounded throughout the room. Enyu got his next, snarling at the horrible Furniture that was able to hit him like he was of importance.
"Now, both you go to your rooms until-"
At that moment, Iason came through warp, talking through a closed-Dimension mirror to Raoul about the theory of every Blondie wearing some sort of Bar, probably since birth. Iason saw Raoul's humanoid state, his animalistic beauty made Iason think of Riki. What should have deterred his senses only made him more attracted to his Pet. But there was little doubt in his mind that if the times were reversed, if he had seen Raoul before Riki, things would be different. He was grateful they weren't.
In the end, Raoul and Iason decided there will be a small gathering this weekend, before next week of Eadni's Birthday, to test the proffered theory.
After saying goodbye, he saw his two Pets, looking quite disconcerted. The Blondie knew they had been punished, and thus, they were to be punished by him as well.
Iason sighed, holding out his hand for the taming stick.
"Aw, damn. Can we have five minutes?"
"May I go first, Sir?" Enyu wheedled, sauntering up to Iason like a good little Pet.
"Two-faced punk."
Iason was again entranced by Enyu's walk and, as he followed him to the his chair, his smell. He had noticed that Riki hated the smooth steps and the "nasty" smell. Iason enjoyed the jealously immensely.
Just when he got comfortable in his seat, and the tail firmly pinned down, the Central Light rung with an urgent bell, a ring that only Iason was supposed to answer. It wasn't Jupiter's tone though, which was a source of great relief to the Sovereign.
"I'm not done with either of you," Iason promised, and then sat himself in a chair Juthian brought in front of the communications screen. He answered the call. A wondrously handsome Dragon humanoid came onto the screen; his dark hair shone with a thick silky softness. He was tall, even for a Dragon, with wide, curved shoulders. He looked delicate and powerful at the same time.
In the middle of his forehead was an oval cut emerald Source. A Source held the Spirit of all Dragons. Destroy the gem (or remove it, as the practice was), and one could kill a dragon, or at least remove any magical abilities, rendering them almost as useless as a mere human.
With a Source that size and color, and what with the decorations on the man's clothes and furniture in the bedroom, this Dragon was none other than Voshka Khosi himself- Supreme Commander of Alpha Zen.
"My," he said with a toothy grin. "Your face is absolutely priceless."
Iason rearranged it, looking more relaxed. "Wine, Juthian."
"I didn't only mean expression. You have..." Here, Voshka searched for the correct Amoian word. "...A beautiful face."
Uncertain of what to say to this brazen flirt who had no idea about Amoi's social customs, apparently, Iason sipped his wine that recently arrived and looked accidentally shamelessly over the rim of his glass with half-lidded eyes. He was suddenly aware of the effect he was having on the Dragon, and put his glass down.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you," he said in perfect Alphazenian.
"No worries." The relief to hear his own language was evident. "I had meant to surprise you, to see how you would react," Voshka said honestly.
"I hope I met your expectations," Iason answered wryly.
The answer came out sultry. "Above and beyond." Voshka shook his hair out of his eyes, settling back in his posh chair and continued to the point, "You might be thinking that I have called on you to establish good relations with you because of my less-than-noble acquirement of my position."
"That is not the reason why you called?"
"I have no intentions of spreading my rule beyond Alpha Zen territory and if I did, I wouldn't tell you and no piece of paper treaty can hide that, correct?"
"I agree," Iason answered carefully, drinking his wine.
"Swell. Good relationship established. Now, I will turn off this call, and do not panic." And he cut off the Central Light.
Puzzling over the Commander's last remark, Iason shut off the Central Light. He got up, just thinking that he would take Riki to his room and possibly make love again, or fight, whichever mood Riki would be in today. Iason has yet, even after three years, managed to tame Riki in any form or fashion, not in behavior or thought. Sure, he fought less and stayed calm more often, but that was intermittent with large bursts of anger and violence against Juthian and Enyu, and even Iason sometimes. But Iason will have his way in the end, he will drive it home that he was the Master and Riki was the Pet.
Iason's serious thoughts stopped with a shock as Iason ran into Voshka Khosi standing right behind him.
This time Voshka laughed out loud at Iason's shocked countenance.
Enyu, Juthian and Riki came from down the hall, curious about the new voice when the guards hadn't called that someone was visiting. When they saw the Dragon, they quickly hid themselves where they couldn't be seen.
"How on... How did you get here?" Iason asked, a bit breathless, but quickly gathering his neutral mien.
"I Sprung. I can Spring to anyplace I have seen, such as through our communications."
"But... The Grid. It should have blocked you."
Voshka laughed again. "I was actually a bit afraid, what with all the mistakes that I heard about. I thought it would actually keep me out this time, but that didn't happen, as you can see. Here, this is my loyal guard Anders."
Iason had been so surprised he hadn't noticed the blindfolded vassal. The man stood with his hands straight at his side, head pointed slightly downwards as if he was listening to something, which indeed he was.
"As the usual thought goes, without his eyesight his other senses have heightened beyond belief," Voshka praised, talking as if he belonged in Amoi this fine summery evening. "He probably knows how many others are in your home."
"There are seven others," Anders said, voice grim. "Should I voice my dissent to this visit once more, Sir?"
Voshka frowned; it looked out of place on his playful face. "No. Anyway, I just have a few questions and then I will be out of your hair, Iason. Well, actually, that is based on your answers."
"What is it?" Iason took a large gulp of his wine. He was just going to act as if this was normal as well. If Voshka had some underlying evil plan, well, he couldn't stop him. He saw Odi come by, standing ready for trouble, hand poised over his gun.
Voshka took from his front robe pocket a large frame, showing it to Iason. It was made completely of gold, marred only by a smear of blood, and held the picture of a gorgeous diamond-Sourced Dragon. His- or her, Iason wasn't sure- hair was tinged blue but mostly blonde and white. The hefty bangs were pushed to the side to reveal clear, glassy blue eyes.
"Have you seen anyone that looks even remotely close to this man?" Voshka inquired. His boyish face had taken a manly charm with his seriousness.
But Iason didn't know if he could respond. The man in the picture, now that he knew the gender, looked like an embellished Megala Chi, the architect who hails from his school years, and a strong tug in Iason's gut, an instinct told him that this was exactly so. But if he were to say that the person might be Chi, who knows what the Dragon would do.
"What makes you think I know him?"
Voshka sighed. "You see, his type of hair and face can come from the Elites here. Look, here, at his roots. They are blue and white on hairs that are white and blue. That must be because they have been dyed with the technology of Amoi."
Of course, Iason lamented internally, Voshka was right. Rarely, Elites who were granted a different hair color, or punished and forced to change hue, had problems with growing the right color. While other dying products and techniques couldn't change the roots no matter what, Amoian scientists usually did a good job of having the right color growing for the rest of an Elite's life.
No one was sure what caused the problems with the root and hair difference, but it was obvious this diamond Dragon suffered from it.
But Iason was good at being evasive. "Why do you need to find him?"
"I found this picture in a tree hole that only my brother and I knew about. You know of my brother, correct?"
"Yes. My deepest apologies."
Voshka waved that off. "Let bygones be bygones. I need to find this man because... I think I may have loved him once." He shook his head, trying to think of the right words. "I feel in my heart that I knew him once, knew him strongly."
The emerald in the Dragon's head had begun to glow, adding purpose to his enthusiasm.
The more Iason looked at the picture, the more sure he was that the person was Megala Chi, and he began to get uncomfortable.
"At least, Sovereign Iason, could you give me permission to search for him in your city of Tanagura? That is where most Elites of this hair color reside, yes?"
"Yes." Iason realized he couldn't very well say no, for no reason. "Yes, I can allow you to do that, as long as you enter Amoi the legal way, and with more guards."
Voshka smiled in a predatory sort of way. "I was hoping that maybe I could stay with you as I search. I had given myself five days of vacation while my associates take care of things."
Anders grunted disagreeably at this. His lord's long-lasting obsession has now become an explosive , irrational voyage. That's what Anders sincerely believed, though he did find the location of the picture questionable. For all they knew, this could be a trap made even that long ago. However, that was less likely than Voshka's belief that it was an old flame.
Voshka ignored him. "I remember that there is a guest wing in this penthouse. I could stay in one of the suites?"
At this point, the Commander had invaded the Sovereign's personal space, leaning over to put their faces right next to each other. If they spoke any louder than a whisper, they would be screaming in the other man's ear.
"Fine," Iason answered at last, knowing that he might be making a huge mistake, letting such a forceful man in the same building as the man he was probably looking for.
But it was like Juthian... The Furniture had been adamant about keeping secret on how his appearance changed so drastically over the last few years, begging for them to just 'chalk it up to working out', which of course meant that it wasn't just working out.
Yet the only way Megala Chi could be the Dragon humanoid in the picture is if he wore Bars.
And then the pieces began to fall together.