A drunk Riki and encouraging Iason? What will the result be? song lyrics by Kelly Clarkson. If you are enjoying this story, please, please review! And for those that have reviewed THANK YOU!
Iason stared at his computer terminal, but wasn't really focused on it, his thoughts were on Riki. It had been almost a week since they had been to the beach, and things between he and Riki were severely strained. He had even taken another business trip that had kept him away the last four days, and had come his regular office to work instead of going home when he arrived back this morning. He could admit that he had lost his temper with his pet that night, knew he had hurt Riki because of his own selfish, unreasonable jealousy.
His pet had held strong, through the humiliation, the pain, and the hours of brutal sex. He had pleaded for release, pleaded for Iason to stop, cursed and threatened him, but he'd never admitted the truth of what happened at the casino. He had protected Mimea through all of it and that still angered Iason.
He had given his pet two days to recover from when he had lost his temper, because he truly regretted hurting Riki, but once those two days were up he had expected to be able to make love to his pet. He suspected that there might still be sort of battle with Riki, given the threats his pet had made that day, but he had hoped that Riki would realize he was wrong to lie about Mimea and things would return to normal.
Instead, whenever Iason came home, he found Riki horribly intoxicated and positively reeking of cigarettes. His pet was compliant with his master's demands, but the alcohol deadened Riki's reactions to the extent, that he may as well have been fucking a sex doll. After two days of that, he had Cal lock up the alcohol and took away Riki's cigarettes. He expected Riki's tantrum to extend to refusing to eat or bathe next, as he had several years before, but his pet had learned his lesson then. He knew the furniture would be punished if a pet was not properly cared for, and so he ate and bathed as he was supposed to, but their meals together were as silent as the grave. No amount of prompting would get the mongrel to speak not even when Iason tried to provoke him into anger.
First Mimea, then Cal, Iason couldn't; understand why Riki had so much forgiveness and loyalty for a pet and a furniture and none for him. It was excruciatingly frustrating. Why couldn't Riki just belong to him? Why couldn't Riki love and accept him? After all, he had made several adjustments just to have the mongrel as his pet, had broken several rules of his own people, and yet Riki showed no gratitude for his sacrifice.
He would do anything to make Riki happy, well, any reasonable thing. Riki had accepted his life as a pet, he had returned to Eos and accepted that he belonged to a master, and yet because of one incident Riki was acting almost as belligerent as he had in the beginning. It honestly made Iason want to pull his hair out!
Picking up several strands of the blond tresses that fell over his shoulders he wondered if he could pull it out? He supposed he could, but would it grow back? A Blondie's hair was simply there, it never grew and was never cut, that he was aware of. No, he wouldn't pull it out, he liked his hair. Riki liked his hair, he liked to play with it when he was in the throes of passion. Iason smirked remembering several instances when Riki did just that, curling strands of his master's hair through his fingers with a gentleness that contradicted the urgency of his other responses during that time.
He sighed. Why couldn't things be like that all of the time?
"You look very contemplative."
Iason didn't even bother to look up at Raoul as his friend entered his office. "It is my job to contemplate, consider and chose."
"That look is different from your work look." Raoul settled into a desk chair, crossed one long leg over the other. "Trouble with your mongrel again?"
"No."
"Oh? Usually that's the only thing to put you into such a state."
"What state is that, Raoul?"
"You've been staring at the same information for almost fifteen minutes and have made no move to adjust or accept it."
"I have already adjusted it; I simply haven't sent the results yet."
"Why not?"
Iason touched a key on his terminal and the data closed. "There, now it is sent."
"You didn't answer my question, Iason."
"Your question is invalid, Raoul." Iason rose and pulled on his cloak. He wanted to go home, but he didn't want to face another night with a sullen pet. Besides, if he went home and Riki was still in that awful mood his temper might snap and he could make things much worse. "Shall we go for a drink?"
Raoul blinked and rose. "You haven't asked me in quite awhile."
"Are you declining?"
"Of course not."
The two men left the office and headed for the lifts.
"I am simply surprised. I expected you would want to rush home to that pet of yours."
"I would like to relax first, is that so hard to believe?"
"No. It is always a pleasure to have a drink with you, Iason."
Riki awoke from another nightmare staring his old paring partner. It was very similar to the last one, including Guy becoming Iason during sex, only they never ended up burning this time. This time, Riki felt like they were falling, he and Iason both, into a bottomless pit and it had been so dark and cold. He kept calling for Iason, but the Blondie wouldn't answer him. He could feel Iason in his arms as they fell, but the Blondie refused to answer him and that scared him more than the burning had. Guilt, fear and sadness had engulfed him, why wouldn't Iason talk to him? Why wouldn't he respond?
Sitting up, he rubbed his neck and stared down at the pale blue sheets of his bed. Iason had been gone for four days, he should be happy about it, but he wasn't. Things had been tense between them since the beach house. He was still pretty pissed off about it. Was that why his dream had a different ending?
He had tried to rebel the first few days by drinking several bottles of Sake every night, as he had in the very beginning, trying to drown his sorrows. He also smoked as many cigarettes as he could, ignoring Iason's rule of only one or two a day, knowing the Blondie would find the scent on him disagreeable. By the time Iason returned home, he was in a state where he neither cared what the Blondie did to him nor could he even respond properly. Sake always dulled his senses, making him sluggish and compliant, too much apparently as it seemed to turn Iason off completely.
Iason had Cal lock up the liquor and took away his cigarettes, but Riki simply went out, on one of his very rare excursions to the shopping areas, bought a pack and hid them. It was easy enough to smoke in the bathroom with the window open, but he suspected that Cal knew he was doing it, Cal knew everything that went on in the home of his master, but the furniture had not reported it to Iason, because otherwise the cigarettes would have been taken away again.
Turing his gaze to the wall, there was no window in this room; the pet room; he let his eyes adjust to the darkness until he could make out the spare pieces of furniture in the room. He was sleeping in here again because there was no way he'd willingly go back to sleeping in Iason's room. That bastard had hurt him, again, and he would not forgive him this time. Granted, he had lied about Mimea, but that was no excuse for what Iason did. He should have just trusted him, believed him, but instead he flew off the handle, as usual. Bastard.
"For fuck sake!"Riki sat up, angrily and tossed back the covers.
Why was he even thinking of that cold-hearted prick anyway? He was glad Iason wasn't home! It wasn't like he missed him or anything, for fuck sake. His body missed him, sure, but he'd gone longer; hell he had survived an entire year without the Blondie's touch, he could certainly survive a few more days. Iason would take him when he returned, he was sure of that because Iason would need to reassert control over his precious pet, right? It had nothing to do with wanting Riki, or caring about him, it was just about control and satisfying the perverted needs of an android. He was nothing to Iason but an outlet for sex.
Not liking where his thoughts were taking him, Riki snatched the first thing from his closet, a pair of black, low rising jeans and slid into them. He did up his zipper, but didn't bother with the top button as they were tight enough they would not slip off.
Stepping out of his room, he paused for a moment as he recalled how he used to have to call Daryl to let him out as Iason always locked him in at night. He knew Daryl had been 'discontinued' as the other pets called it and that still really bothered him. Iason would never tell him what happened to Daryl after the furniture had opened the doors of Eos to let him outside.
When he returned and found Cal was Iason's new furniture, he had promised not to let himself get close to the boy, but that had been difficult because sometimes there was only the two of them and there was a natural progression of camaraderie after awhile. When he had heard about Daryl he changed his mind about keeping his distance and started being nicer to Cal. There was no telling what might set Iason off to have this furniture disposed of, so he would try be try and be considerate of Cal's position, within reason. He still insisted on washing his own ass.
He didn't completely understand why Daryl did what he did. He moved to the parlor and stared out the floor to ceiling windows of the wrap around balcony. It was very late, the sky was a deep raven black, but the bright lights of the city shone in through the windows casting a subtle bluish glow on the white furniture. The darkness reminded him of the pit in his dream and he tried to shake it away.
"I need a drink."
Stepping into the dining room he moved to the wall opposite the table. Pressing his fingers to the palm plate just to the left, he smirked when it flashed red. "Denied?" Oh yeah, Iason told Cal to lock up the liquor. "Well, fine then."
Heading to his room, he collected his little multi-tool, and then returned to the dining room. Humming to himself he removed the front of the plate, then propped the thin tool in his mouth as he coded in a sequence of numbers, crossed two wires and coded in a second series. The wall panel slid open revealing the fully stocked bar.
"Lovely," he smirked as he connected the plate to the panel again. He ran is fingers over the multiple sizes of colored bottles. Not in the mood for Sake, or for whiskey, he selected a thin decorative bottle from the top of the shelf. He pulled the cap off, sniffed and nodded.
Cal stepped down into the dining area just as the bar panel was sliding back into place. "Riki."
Riki almost smiled at the disapproval in the young man's voice. "Go back to bed, Cal."
"Master Iason said no more liquor."
"Master Iason isn't here."
"Please put it back."
"Nope."
Cal sighed. "I have not told him about the smoking, but I will have to tell him about this."
Cal had held back on that small indiscretion because his master would not be back until tomorrow, in which case he would be taking Riki's cigarettes away in the morning and making sure that Riki bathed to erase the smell. He didn't see the harm in letting the mongrel smoke while Iason wasn't there, and it was a small concession to thank Riki for at least trying to teach him to swim.
He lifted a firm gaze to the mongrel. "I don't want either of us to get punished, so please put it back."
"I'm just going to have one drink. I can't sleep..."
"I'll give you a sedative..."
"I don't like how they make me feel."
"Some tea or warm milk?"
"No, I want this."
"I can't let you have it, Master Riki!" Cal stepped up, determined to get the liquor from Riki regardless of what it took. He had to obey his master. "I insist that you give it to me now."
Riki scowled and handed the bottle over to him. "Fine! Take it."
Relief flooded the young furniture. He really didn't want to resort to the electric wand he carried in his pocket. He could not take Riki physically, but he had to obey his master's order and would use whatever he could to do so.
"Thank you." He would take the Sake to his room and put it away in the morning. Better to keep the cabinet closed and Riki away from it all together. "Would you like me to make you some tea, instead?"
"No. I'll just put on some music and try to relax."
"Are you sure? You won't go into the cabinet again, will you?"
"No."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise to stay out of the cabinet."
Cal nodded. "Okay then. Good night."
"Night."
Riki waited until he heard the subtle click of Cal's bedroom door behind the kitchen, then reached beneath the table by the head chair and plucked out the tall bottle he had already chosen. He'd heard Cal coming so had grabbed the Sake as a decoy. He didn't want the boy to get into trouble either, but he also needed something to help him stop thinking so much.
Riki returned to the parlor, poured himself a generous helping of the thin golden liquid and knocked it back. Wow! That shit tasted pretty damn good! It was kind of sweet, almost like candy and not like regular alcohol at all.
He picked up the remote and programmed some music, then took the bottle and his glass out to the balcony. Pouring another glass he lit a cigarette and inhaling deeply. Exhaling the smoke with a slow, deep sigh, he poured another drink then sipped as his thoughts drifted back to his dream.
He had let Guy knock him around before he'd left Ceres, worked his friend up enough that his anger had taken over. Iason had told him to break all contact and make sure it stayed broken. The only way to do that was to make Guy hate him. He'd said horrible things that night and regretted every single one of them, but he'd done it to keep Guy safe.
There should be no reason for him to be dreaming of Guy again, he had made his peace with his decision to return to Iason, and usually once he made peace with something he didn't allow it to bother him again. Was it just the feeling of betrayal he had when Iason punished him because of Mimea that triggered it? He certainly felt betrayed when the Blondie showed up in Ceres a year and a half later and forced him to return. And he knew that Guy felt betrayed by his actions before he left. Had that been what sparked the dream?
The moonlight caught the metal of his bracelet to glitter. Why was he even wearing this thing still? He was pissed off at Iason, right? So why was he still wearing something that bastard gave him? What was up with that anyway? Why did Iason bother buying him gifts and shit? Was he trying to buy his affection or something? Well, it wasn't going to work. He could never feel affection for Iason. He could never feel anything but resentment for the man who had ruined his life. Still, it had shocked him that Iason's hands had trembled a little when he'd asked him to put the bracelet on him; he was usually so calm and cold. It couldn't have been from anger, Iason seemed pleased that he'd accepted the gift.
Christ, it was so hard trying to figure the Blondie out. Riki fingered the chain on his wrist. Why had he kept it? Why not put it in the closet with the others, after Diman and Aleia had left? Maybe because Iason had been especially nice to him when he had been so upset after Aleia had come on to him on the balcony? He'd been sure that Iason was going to take the situation wrong and punish him. Instead he had believed Riki, had taken him to his room to calm down and even let him smoke. It had been a side he hadn't seen from Iason before and it confused the hell out of him.
The whole dinner on the balcony thing had really thrown him, and then going to the beach... What was Iason trying to do? What could possibly be in it for the elite to bother being nice to his pet? Not that Iason was always cruel, in fact most of the time he was kind of indulgent, almost tender really. It was only when Riki acted up that the cruelty came out. But, no, there was more to it than that.
Iason had deliberately provoked him by letting Diman touch him and treat him like an animal. Iason had to know that was a breaking point for him, and yet he still did it and then punished him for it. Iason was sick, that's all there was too it. There was just no sense to him.
Seeing that his glass was empty, he topped it up again then hopped up on his perch; he might just finish the whole bottle off at this rate, and what would his dear Blondie master think about that? Did he give a fuck, not at this precise moment no. Tanagura may be considered the center of culture and refinement but it was just another shithole to him, full of assholes, snobs and people far too willing to make your life miserable.
He hated it here, but he had hated living in Ceres too. At least he had some level of respect in Ceres, here he had nothing; he was proved that after their night at the casino. Iason had been gone four days and Riki had no idea when he was coming back. He felt conflicted, because a large part of him enjoyed the break from sex and the android's manipulations and yet...he also missed it.
It had been really hard for him to get used to the lack of stimulation that year he had been free. Every time he woke up he expected Iason to be taking him or touching him and his dreams had been a mixture of erotic scenes and brutal nightmares. Guy probably would have been more than willing to have sex, but Riki hadn't been able to cross that line. He knew that Guy couldn't make him feel the way that Iason did and that made him feel ashamed and guilty. His body belonged to Iason Mink, whether he wore a pet ring or a collar, or if he was free living in the slums, that had become a fact he could not change.
And that was the real kicker, wasn't it, that fact was really why he was feeling so conflicted. He did belong to Iason, he knew it, his body and his heart knew it, and that was the real reason he had returned. It wasn't to save Guy and his friends. It wasn't out of fear or a sense of entrapment. He returned because there was nowhere else he could be, nowhere else he wanted to be.
Iason Mink wasn't human and he wasn't kind. He was a merciless taskmaster with perverted tendencies and selfish demands. Riki was a slum mongrel with too much pride and not enough stamina to break the bonds that bound him to a Blondie of Tanagura. He wanted, needed freedom, but he had stopped running.
How could he hate Iason, but still long for his touch? How could he miss someone who consistently hurt and humiliated him? Why did he feel the need to rebel against Iason one minute, then curl up in his lap the next? He was trapped in a cage of his own making, and it was driving him crazy. He felt like he was sinking in quicksand and refusing to reach for a branch to pull himself free.
"It's so fucked up," he muttered. "I'm so fucked up."
The song changed to a hard jazzy rhythm and it reminded Riki of one that had been playing at the club he and his crew frequented. He remembered Guy pestering him to dance to it all the time, and he'd been so adorably eager that Riki always relented. It didn't hurt his reputation to dance with his partner, at least no one would say anything to his face about it, and so they had danced and it had felt really good.
Needing something to pull him out of the emotional black hole he was digging himself into, he finished off his drink for the third time, ignored the way it made his head spin, then tossed his cigarette over the edge, and slid down off the ledge. He set the glass on the ledge by the bottle, closed his eyes and swayed to the music trying to envision Guy in his arms, moving their bodies against each other in a slow, sensuous rhythm.
He actually really loved to dance, although he always put up a bit of a fight whenever Guy asked him for appearance's sake, but he liked losing himself in the music and letting it carry him away from his life to a better place, a better feeling. He wondered briefly if Iason ever danced, but then the music had him floating, up through clouds of misty blues and soft greys and he started to hum.
Cal watched Riki moving in slow sensuous rhythm along the balcony, not all that different from what he had seen other pets do at the socials for entertainment, but their dances were specifically used to arouse, where as Riki's dance was different somehow. He had suspected that Riki may have returned to the cabinet despite his promise, and sure enough he had another bottle of liquor. Cal had intended to take it away, but had been mesmerized by the sight before him.
The mongrel's eyes were closed and he sported a look that was not at all enticing or flirtatious, as what a pet would use. What could put such a look on his face, Cal wondered, and why couldn't Riki look like that more often? He knew Riki wasn't happy here, and in this moment he looked...well, perhaps not happy just...serene? Peaceful? Riki was so beautiful, his face betrayed all of his emotions and Cal envied that ability.
In a voice as smooth and smoky as the cigarettes he consumed Riki started to sing, and Cal's heart almost stopped beating. Such a beautiful sound! He had heard other pets sing, sometimes it raised the price if a pet could entertain outside of the sexual aspect, and so they would be professionally trained, but this... Riki was far better than any of the pets he had heard sing; his tone made Cal think of a pool of melted caramel, rich, velvety, tranquil and swirling with such depth and color that you couldn't help but dip your finger in for a taste, even if you did get burned.
"Is moonlight through the pines, other arms reach out to me, other eyes smile tenderly. Still in the peaceful dreams I see, the road leads back to you."
Cal tried to comprehend the words, but they were alien compared to songs he knew, and just as he started to understand, the song changed. He glanced towards the door as it opened and carefully stepped back into the shadows and against the wall as Iason entered. Iason was surprised to hear music on this late at night, and when he stepped down into the living area he spotted the reason.
Love can be a many splendored thing
Can't deny the joy it brings
A dozen roses, diamond rings
Dreams for sale and fairy tales
Cal had never seen his master look shocked, had never seen such an expression on any Blondie for that matter and he was intrigued by what his master would do to Riki now. When Iason moved towards his pet, Cal decided it would be better for him to head back to his room. Some things needed to be private.
Riki was still lost in the music when he felt hands curl around him from behind, and whether he was fully relaxed and in a good mood from the music, the from the alcohol, or just the fact that he was being touched again, he leaned against Iason's hard chest and lifted his arms up to link his fingers around the Blondie's neck.
"Hey," he murmured, more than a little pleased when Iason's body started to sway with his. "You're back."
It'll make you hear a symphony
And you just want the world to see
But like a drug that makes you blind
It'll fool ya every time
Iason glanced at the bottle of his finest liqueur and blinked. The alcohol content was almost a hundred proof, and was expected to be sipped as its effects could be lethal. Riki had obviously had more than one glass. He was in shock that his pet was still able to stand upright, obviously Riki had a very high tolerance for alcohol.
"I am, indeed," he murmured as he nuzzled Riki's neck, delighted when the mongrel tilted his head sideways to allow him better access. Oh yes, his pet was quite drunk, but it was a different effect than what he had experienced earlier in the week. Riki was more relaxed than dulled.
The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
Riki felt so good, so comfortable and finally Iason was home and was touching him again. He forgot about being angry, forgot about being hurt. This was so nice, just being here with Iason. It was so nice.
He turned in Iason's arms, let his hand slide down to grip the sides of Iason's jacket and put his head against the Blondie's chest, pressed his hips against him, not in need but more in direction.
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See, you got no say at all
Iason placed his hands on Riki's hips and followed his pet's lead, pleased that Riki seemed to have forgiven him, at least for now, and slowly rotated their bodies around the balcony. So, this was dancing, he thought, intrigued. There didn't seem to be much to it, but he had to admit it was very relaxing.
"Do you like this, Riki?"
"Hmmmm."
"Would you like to do this more often?"
"Sssshhh." Riki's hand moved to covered Iason's mouth. "Listen to the music."
Now I was once a fool
it's true I played the game by all the rules
But now my world's a deeper blue
I'm sadder, but I'm wiser too
Iason's eyebrows rose at the lyrics, was Riki trying to tell him something with such words? Dancing and music was obviously something Riki enjoyed, so he would make sure they did it more often. He had to admit, it felt amazing to just hold his pet, have Riki return his embrace as they move together in an easy synchronicity.
Not that this did anything to dampen his ardour, if anything seeing Riki swaying so seductively on the balcony when he had entered the condo had aroused him instantly, and he had intended to pull his pet to the bedroom and take him hard and fast, especially as he had been denied that pleasure for several days now. Then Riki had touched him, leaned into him willingly and he'd been so thrilled by it he'd been afraid to do anything that would break the spell.
I swore I'd never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn't worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name
"So, you are no longer angry with me?"
"Yeah, I am." Riki pulled back to look up at Iason, marveled at how a demon could appear so like an angel. He was still angry, but he didn't want to stop dancing, didn't want to end this perfect moment. Laying his head against Iason's chest again he coiled the Blondie's hair around his fingers. "I'll be angry tomorrow."
The trouble with love
is It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
Iason resisted the urge to crush Riki to him, his pet's words had a startling effect on him and he wasn't sure what to make of it, then recalled the sound of Riki's voice when he had entered the condo.
"Sing for me, pet."
"Say please."
Iason's eyebrow rose. "Please."
And so Riki began to sing again.
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See, you got no say at all
Iason jerked as an electrical impulse exploded across his brain, but even with a thorough diagnostic he could not find the cause. He had no heart, yet he felt that strange painful tightening in his chest again. What was causing it? What was happening to him? He probably should get a check up with Raoul, make sure that everything was functioning properly.
Every time I turn around
I think I've got it all figured out
My heart keeps callin' and I keep on fallin'
Over and over again
"Hey!"
Riki stopped singing when he realized Iason had stopped moving. In the process of diagnosing his issue Iason had gone momentarily dormant without realizing, it.
"Oh. Apologies, pet." Iason started swaying again to the music, sliding his hands over Riki's bare skin as they kept the rhythm.
"Hmmmm...feels good."
Iason couldn't take it anymore, he crushed his lips to Riki's in an urgent, demanding kiss. He was severely aroused; feeling his pet against him, hearing the softness of his pet's voice, the enticement in Riki's touch was just too much.
This sad story always ends the same
Me standin' in the pourin' rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two
Riki's arms wound around Iason's neck as the Blondie's tongue slipped into his mouth and ravished him. "Nice," he moaned. "Be nice...soft, like the music."
Iason complied, it was the first time Riki had made such a request and so he softened the kis, made it more sensuous then watched, stunned, as Riki's eyes fluttered closed. He continued to turn their bodies with the music and kept the kiss at the same gentle tempo, watching to see if Riki would open his eyes again. When he didn't, Iason let his own eyes close with a soft sigh.
The trouble with love, yeah
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
They kissed and danced through to the end of the song and then Riki stilled, as if suddenly realizing who it was he had been dancing with. His eyes flew open and he stepped away from Iason, flushed.
Shit! What the hell was he doing? What had he been thinking? His head was swimming and he tingled as if being tagged by tiny little pleasure pricks all over his body. He glanced at the half empty bottle of liquor, was it drugged? Was that what had him hanging all over Iason like a slut in heat?
Sensing Riki's internal conflict Iason explained. "That particular brand of liqueur has quite a high alcohol content, Riki. It's meant to be sipped in very small doses, not by the tumbler-full."
"I...I didn't know." Riki flushed again, he'd had what...three, four glasses? What an idiot. "I guess you're pissed now."
True Iason had forbade any more alcohol, and Riki had obviously broken into the cabinet, since he knew that Cal would never have opened it for him. He'd also spotted Riki's cigarettes on the ledge, so his pet had broken the rules, but how could he be upset over that when he'd been able to see such a new and intriguing side of Riki because of it?
"No."
"R...really?"
Iason stepped close again missing the younger man's warmth, caught Riki's chin and lifted so their eyes met. "You may be pissed tomorrow with the headache you will no doubt have from it."
"I've been hung-over before."
"Indeed." Iason dipped his head and kissed Riki again, slowly, deliberately, then lifted his head again just enough so he could see Riki's face. "Thank you for the dance."
Riki's face flamed as he tried to pull away, but Iason simply slid his free arm around Riki's waist and pulled him closer.
"Did you miss me?"
"No."
"Not even a little?"
"No."
Iason smirked at his pet's stubbornness, for even now, Riki's body was unconsciously arching towards him. "Just my touch then?" He slid his hand over the dark, smooth chest, heard Riki's breath hitch. "I'll take that much for now." He leaned down and took one of Riki's nipples in his mouth. "I missed you."
"You...ahhh...suck..."
"Sometimes. Shall I demonstrate?"
Riki winced at his poor choice of words, and then cried out as Iason suddenly slung him over his shoulder. "What? Hey! Put me the fuck down!"
"I seriously doubt you could make it to the bedroom on your own steam after all you've had to drink, so this is much faster."
"I'm not that drunk!"
"You were dancing alone on our balcony and singing, Riki."
Our balcony? Riki's eyes widened, as Iason opened his bedroom door and stepped inside. "Okay, I'm...could be... a little drunk, but I can wa...ooof!" The breath whooshed out of him as Iason tossed him on the bed. "What?" he began lifting up on his elbows and swiping his hair out of his face. "Is your problem?"
"I have no problems at the moment," Iason assured as he methodically began to undress. "Remove your clothes, Riki."
There was a warning in the back of his mind somewhere, a red light flashing Danger Danger, and yet his body was too relaxed to care. Instead, Riki rolled over. "Not in the mood."
Iason started at him, clearly startled, then slowly smiled. Interesting. Riki had polished off many bottles of Sake during his first three years in Eos, and all it seemed to do was make him depressed and ornery. He avoided most other wines or mixed drinks because he was afraid they might be drugged, but it seems that he'd found a type of alcohol that made him...dare Iason hope...a flirt?
He crawled up on to the bed and pressed himself over Riki's body. "I can put you in the mood, quite easily," he reminded against Riki's ear.
"God...you're fucking heavy. What did Jupiter make you out of, fucking Osmium?"
Iason chuckled. "Close." He sat up and pulled Riki's jeans off, delighted when his pet did not resist.
Riki rolled over and looked up at Iason, tried to focus. "Is that why you wouldn't swim? Cause you'd sink straight to the bottom?"
"Well, I certainly wouldn't float, but nor would I drown. I can move underwater, it is just troublesome." He caressed Riki's cheek. "You however swim like you were born underwater, Riki. I enjoyed watching you."
"I liked swimming." Riki blinked when his eyes grew moist suddenly, and then remembered what else transpired at the beach house. He turned his head away, alarmed to find himself close to tears. "You're such a dick."
"Excuse me?"
"Why'd you have to do that to me, Iason?" Riki felt a lump rise up in his throat, tried to prevent any further words from coming out, but the alcohol had loosened his tongue. He realized he wasn't so much angry at being punished as he was hurt that Iason had been so extreme with it.
"You were lying to me, Riki." Iason didn't want to talk about that now; he didn't want to ruin their good mood.
"I wasn't lying!"
"Then why didn't you tell me about seeing Mimea?"
Riki paled and sat up, pulling himself back from Iason and pressing against the headboard of the bed. "How...how..."
"I asked for the security camera footage, and I spoke with Mimea."
"W...when?"
"After." Iason dropped his legs over the side and sat there, feeling the frustration rising within him again. After he had hurt Riki, after he had punished him far too harshly. After he started to feel regrets. "She told me you were trying to protect her. Is that true?"
"What...what did you do to her?"
"I did nothing. She belongs to Marjan now. Why did you think I would do anything to her? You claim that the two of you did nothing, right?"
Riki lowered his eyes and it was a long moment before he could speak. "I...I never know what you're going to do. You...you were so angry before and you...you seem to hate it whenever I mention or even think about Guy or...or if anyone gets anywhere near me. I don't know what you'll do, Iason. I just don't know."
"So, rather than just tell me the truth you suffered through all of that just on the chance I might hurt Mimea?"
Riki's silence was his response.
"May I remind you, that it was not at my order that Raoul sold Mimea, that was his choice, his right. I said nothing to him to instigate such a decision. I punished you, made sure you would never do something like that again and that was enough for me."
Riki realized the truth in Iason's words and that if Iason had really been that upset about Mimea he could have had her killed outright. So, why had he been so afraid of the Blondie's reaction at seeing Mimea a second time? Had he overreacted? Brought on his punishment himself? Maybe.
"I...you didn't have to hurt me so much," he muttered because an apology just stuck in his craw.
"You made me angry, Riki. I thought we had gotten past such things."
"Yeah." So had he, and that was why it had upset him so much. "I...won't do it again."
Understanding that was as close as the prideful mongrel would offer to an apology, Iason slid closer, caught Riki's chin. "I don't like hurting you, Riki. You do know that, don't you?"
After a long moment, Riki nodded. He did know that. Iason preferred for him to behave, seemed happier when he behaved and while he showed very little emotion, or guilt while punishing him, he no longer believed that Iason found any real pleasure in it. Perhaps he had at one time, but Riki didn't think that was still the case.
Because the conversation had gotten way too heavy and far too personal, Riki's next comment was off the cuff. "I think maybe I am drunk."
"Do you believe that will excuse you from my getting pleasure from you?"
"No, just sayin'." Riki put his hand to his head. "Head's spinning."
"Then let's find a way to stop it." Iason leaned forward and captured Riki's mouth, almost cursing when this time the mongrel did not close his eyes. "You've aroused me exponentially, pet. I'm afraid you will not get much sleep tonight."
Riki sighed and lifted his arms and rested his head on them. "Same shit, different day." He shuddered as Iason caught his legs, pulled his body further down on the bed. "Do your worst, ya kinky bastard."
Again Iason chuckled and decided to do just that.