Chapter Six

A Confused Soul: Part One

Ryker finished locking up the front entrance, while Riki threw the cleaning rag into the bucket. "Well, that's done!" Riki huffed.

Iason leaned the broom against the wall, having finished sweeping and throwing out the dirt. His white dress shirt was moist with a bit of sweat, his sleeves were rolled up and he hair was tied back into a ponytail. "Now where are you going?" he inquired, sitting down on a chair and undoing his ponytail.

"Well..." Riki trailed, slipping out from behind the bar and halting before him. "That depends. Do you want to come home with us or go back to your hotel?"

"I can go with you," Iason decided, caressing the mongrel's waist as he stopped in front of him. "I would prefer to keep you within a close proximity to me." He looked up to the dark eyes. "I thought I had lost you. One of the possibilities had passed away just a day before I arrived." He tightened his hold on Riki, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing. "I was so...scared...if you died before I could..."

Riki felt his heart ache and soften to how human Iason was acting. He both loathed and loved it. It proved how human Iason was in this life, but it also left a distasteful mark upon the Iason he once knew who was unshakeable. "Iason," he whispered, hugging him close and running his fingers through the blonde hair. "Relax, I'm not dead. You did find me." Perhaps, if Iason remained by his side, he'd regain back his calm demeanor. He had been through a lot to find him.

Iason nodded. "Yes, I did." He pushed back. "Now I absolutely will not leave you."

"Clingy," Riki murmured, smirking. "Stupid Blondie, acting like this doesn't suit you." He ran his thumb over Iason's right cheek. "So I guess...you can stay by me, then you won't have to be this way, right?"

"Yes," Iason whispered. "That would greatly put me at ease."

"Then it's settled," Riki confirmed, pulling away. "Ryker, we're bringing home a stray."

Riki flicked on the lights after they entered, letting Ryker go first and then Iason. "It's not much," he explained, slipping off his boots. "But it's home... Ugh, my hands still smell like chemicals."

Iason observed the small living space, nodding in approval at how clean it was compared to when Riki was living in Apatia. "It's decent," Iason concluded, moving slowly through the home and peeking around in the kitchen and the bathroom. "How safe is the neighborhood?"

Ryker halted, standing alone in the room with Iason while Riki slipped over to the bathroom to clean off his hands. "It's a bit..." he paused, feeling fear shoot through him as he remembered Iason's angered gaze above him and a whip in his hand. He took a deliberate step back and finished his sentence slowly, pondering over the memory. "Unsafe... on occasion..."

Iason frowned, looking the boy up and down. "Why did you do that?" he asked, moving a step closer.

The younger twin felt another wave of fear hit him, seeing Iason frown. "Stay away!" he hissed bitterly, then took a defensive stance and pulled a blade from a drawer in a nearby dresser. "Get away from me."

The blonde halted, swearing that for a moment he was speaking to a defiant Riki. He recalled a similar situation of when the mongrel had backed himself into a corner during pet training and was refusing to obey. Iason raised his hands, palms up to show he was not intending to hurt him. "Easy, Ryker. I'm not going to harm you."

Ryker glowered at Iason, taking a bold step towards the blonde. "Just who the hell are you?" he hissed, extending his arm with the knife pointed at Iason's neck.

"Hey!" Riki yelled, racing over from the kitchen and grabbing Ryker from behind. "Ryker, what are you doing?" He struggled as his younger twin fought in the hold, thrashing about with the knife still out. He attempted to grasp onto the knife and ended up getting his hand sliced by it. "Ow, fuck! Ryker stop this!"

"Riki!" Iason rushed over, seeing his beloved was injured and stole the knife and tossed it aside then was pushed back as the two brothers began fighting harder. "Enough, you two!" He watched as Ryker weaseled out of Riki's hold and both of the began to swing punches at each other. "Riki! Ryker, stop!"

Riki finally pushed Ryker hard into the wall, pressing his arm against the boy's upper chest to pin him there. "Enough!" he growled through his teeth. "Don't you dare try that again. Do you understand me?" He gave Ryker a rough shake, coating his shoulder with his blood, then tossed him over and sent him into the kitchen.

Iason silently padded up behind Riki and grasped onto his hand. "Do you have a first aid kit?" he whispered.

"Yeah," Riki huffed, turning around to face the blonde. "There's one in the bottom drawer of that nightstand."

"I'll get it, you sit on the bed," Iason instructed, hurrying over to open the drawer and retrieve the kit. He set the kit down and grabbed onto the sterilization swabs and gauze, before crouching before Riki. "Let me see your hand."

Riki offered his hand, watching as Iason opened the swab package with his teeth and took out one and wiped the blood and wound. "Ow, that shit stings!" he grumbled, trying to pull his limb away.

"Don't move, Riki," Iason scolded, continuing to wipe the wound and then laid down the gauze. "It's not deep, but it's a pretty good nick." He reached back into the box and pulled out the bandage wrap.

"I don't—"

"Riki," Iason warned. "I'm not letting it get dirty. We are wrapping it."

Riki grumbled under his breath as Iason began to skillfully wrap his hand. "Tyrant."

Iason grinned at the comment, finishing up the wrapping and then inserting the metal clips. "Only because you don't listen," he assured, rising up and examining his handiwork. "It's not too loose or tight?"

"It's fine," Riki assured. "Surprised you even know how to do something like that. Isn't stuff like that a Furniture's job?"

"It may be," Iason answered, putting the kit back. "But I still possess knowledge on the topic of medical treatment. And alas, there is no Cal here to bandage you."

"Cal," Riki whispered, observing his hand. "Wonder what happened to him?"

Iason settled down next to Riki. "He probably was passed on to another Blondie or was disposed of."

Riki sighed, leaning against Iason. "Sorry Ryker went berserk," he chuckled. "He's always been cautious of others."

"I don't think he liked me to begin with," Iason lamented softly. "It will be hard to earn his trust."

"But you'll do it," Riki assured. "He'll come around and accept you."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's me," Riki chuckled sadly. "And I always ended up coming back to you."

Ryker watched Iason bandage his brother's hand from his safe peeking spot, feeling hurt that Riki didn't side with him. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. Part of him loved this newcomer blonde and part of him despised him. Which one was his true feelings though?

Riki seemed to accept the blonde, despite trying to kill him when they met. Why? Who was this man and what were these memories in his head?

Almost every time he got close to Iason another memory, good or bad, would surface. Something wasn't right and he didn't like it.

He took another glance at the two of them, his heart aching for various reasons and then slipped back into the kitchen. He'd wait until Riki went for a smoke, then he'd go to his separate room and lock the door.

Riki slid open the balcony doors after entering the code, leading Iason out onto the small outdoor structure. He reached into his black, leather jacket pocket with his good hand and pulled out his cigarette pack. "Help me?" he asked, holding the case to Iason.

Iason shook his head in disapproval, but pulled one of the toxic sticks from the pack and handed it to Riki. "I wish you wouldn't Riki," he sighed.

"I can't help it," Riki growled and put the stick between his lips. "I needed a crutch of some sort. And since Pops cuts me off at the bar, drinking wasn't an option."

"You should quit," Iason suggested. "You don't need a crutch now that I'm here. And if you truly need another, we'll find a healthier option."

"Whatever," Riki murmured, rolling his eyes and pulled the lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette. He took a deep inhale, and leaned over the balcony ledge. "Do you think about our past life a lot?"

Iason slipped beside Riki, wrapping an arm around him. "No, I tend to not dwell on it." He pulled Riki close. "I am trying to move on, and now that I am able to do so finally we can together."

Ryker slipped from the kitchen, silently heading to his room.

"I think about it often," Riki revealed. "Our past life."

Ryker paused before his door, listening to Riki. Past life? What was that about?

"We were in a fucked up relationship, Iason," Riki grimly reminded. "You kidnapped me and tormented me for three years."

The younger twin froze, stunned by the confession of his brother. When did this happen?

"I know," Iason answered softly. "But surely you do not resent me now, Riki?"

"No," he agreed. "I don't after what you did. After you wanted me." He leaned into Iason slightly, taking another drag. "But I don't want to relive that life Iason. You have to assure me it won't be that way again."

"Our lives will be different this time," Iason answered, giving Riki a squeeze with his arm that we wrapped around him. "I will never hurt you again."

Ryker shook his head, entering his room and then locked the door behind him. He was so confused as to what Riki was saying about past lives with that man. What did that even mean? He stripped off his clothes save for his boxers and crawled into his bed, burying himself into the softness as if trying to barricade himself from the confusing situation around him.

Iason glanced over to Ryker's room, having heard the door shut. Riki flicked his cigarette over the edge. "He's just upset, leave him," the mongrel assured. "Let's go inside."

"Mmn, Iason!" Riki moaned, finding himself in a passionate kiss with the blonde. He had just slipped into the bed and Iason was over him like a starving beast, but he didn't mind. He was just as eager.

Iason pulled down Riki's boxers, the elastic slipping over the growing erection and earning another moan from the younger male. He grasped onto the enlarged organ and lovingly began to pump it within his hand. "Still sensitive," he murmured, smiling.

"Ohh, wa...Iason!" Riki incoherently gasped, trying to communicate it had been a long time and he was pent up. "Hmmnn...ahh, hah! Can't...!"

"Let go, Riki," Iason commanded, sliding backwards between the mongrel's legs and lowering his head to suck on the quivering member.

"Ohh fuck!" Riki cried out, before breaking into a series of spasms as he shot his warm semen straight into Iason's hot crevice.

Iason lovingly milked him and pulled up, licking his lips. "That's thick," he commented. Riki felt himself getting hard again from just the sexiness of the blonde licking his cum from his lips. "You haven't taken care of your needs, Riki," he scolded.

"I've been busy," Riki scowled.

"Well, now that I'm here, you'll be thoroughly taken care of on a regular basis," Iason assured, grasping onto Riki's thigh and tracing his tongue along the skin and nipping into the flesh.

"Hnn..." Riki shivered, grasping onto the sheets. "Iason, can...nnn...there's lube in the top drawer." He lazily pointed to the nightstand that also housed the first aid kit.

Iason froze, anger surging through his veins. "You've been doing this with others?" he hissed.

"What?" Riki sputtered, blinking in confusion. "Waaaah!" Iason yanked him into a sitting position so their faces were an inch apart. "No! You're wrong!"

"How am I wrong?" Iason venomously inquired, his eyes fierce.

Riki sighed, then averted his gaze. "Can't...get off," he murmured.

"Pardon?"

"Can't get off without shoving my fingers in!" Riki blurted. "It wasn't enough after awhile."

Iason paused, realizing what Riki meant. He pushed him down onto the bed again, kissing him deep before breaking it off. "Have you done it with anyone else?" he whispered, shaking in anticipation.

"No," Riki groaned, and landed a kick to the blonde's back. "Hurry up already!" He closed his eyes as he listened to the sound of the drawer opening and then rustling of the sheets. "Mmmm!" He shivered as he felt the cool lube rub against his twitching hole.

Iason poured the lube onto his erection liberally, ensuring it was covered. When it was adequately drenched, he pressed it to Riki's tight entrance. "Relax," he whispered, slowly pushing the head in.

Riki cried out, his body tightening unnaturally in pain as he grasped tightly onto the sheets until his knuckles were white. Even though he had stretched himself a bit with masturbation, it still wasn't enough for Iason's immense width and length. He bit his lip hard, fighting back the tears. "Uuugh..." he choked, his throat convulsing as it dared to release screams.

Iason waited, allowing Riki to adjust and then began to move in a bit more. He leaned forward, planting several kisses on the tanned skin while stroking the fading erection back to life. "Breathe, Riki. I'm not...going to move until you're...ready." He wanted so badly to thrust into Riki's lithe body, but knew that Riki would still fight him if he did.

After a few moments, Iason was finally in and shivered at the clenching heat that surrounded him. "Ohh, you feel so good," he voiced, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment.

Riki panted, opening his eyes to look at Iason. "You always were a big boy, huh?" he smirked.

Iason grinned. "Some things don't change," he replied, rocking within the smaller male.

"Aaah! Oh god...!" Riki moaned, pushing his head back into his pillow. "You feel—ahhh!—bigger than before!"

"I'll take that as a, hnn, compliment," Iason grunted, rocking deeper into Riki to allow him to adjust.

Ryker pressed his ear to the thin, sliding door. He couldn't believe the noises he was hearing! They were having sex as if he wasn't in the house! He whimpered, closing his eyes as his erection demanded his attention. It felt wrong to get off on his brother's and that mysterious man's cries, but they were extremely erotic. And they had been going at it for awhile now. He was ready to burst!

Giving into his desire, he freed his dripping wet erection from his boxers and began stroking himself slowly. "Ohh," he moaned, brokenly as he shivered.

"Ahh!" Riki moaned, panting heavily. "Oh god, fuck...oh fuck...! Iason!"

Ryker bit his lip, speeding up his hand movements as he could hear the sound of skin slapping fast and the bed creaking. They were going hard at it, after all this time! When would they stop?

"Riki!" Iason grunted, his voice a low, seductive growl.

Ryker trembled, pleasure pooling in his hips at the sound of that deep voice. He bit his lips to hold back from moaning, bucking his hips as he reached his peak.

"A...ahhh!" Riki cried out, releasing his semen in an arc that splashed up his stomach. "Haaa...haaa..."

"Nnn," Iason moaned softly, thrusting into Riki a few more times and then burying himself deep inside and ejaculating his seed.

"Ahh...hah..." Ryker moaned in a breathy whisper, cumming hard and spilling his own semen across the floor in front of him. He slouched back, panting softly as he relaxed.

When he returned to reality, he was hit with a feeling of guilt for what he had done. He had gotten off on something like that. Ashamed, he cleaned up his mess and himself and then buried himself in his pillows again, refusing to listen to anything else that went on.

He didn't know where he belonged at this point in time.

Iason held Riki close, nuzzling into his nape. "I missed you," he confessed.

"Yeah?"

"It's true."

Riki smiled softly, leaning back into the warm embrace. He still had his pride and refused to admit it again. "I don't miss being a pet."

"I can imagine," Iason agreed, planting a kiss on the tanned neck. "But that was the only way we could be together. Surely you do not regret having met me entirely?"

"No," Riki agreed. "I may have at one point, but not now."

"I'm glad," Iason whispered, pulling the sheets up more to cover them further. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"We both work tomorrow," the mongrel explained. "You'll have to watch over Ryker during the day and make dinner for him." His eyes gleamed as he looked back to the Blondie. "Can you handle that?"

"I will certainly try, but..."

"Hmm?"

"I have a feeling he'll try to run away," Iason noted grimly.

"I'll lock the balcony access code," Riki smirked. "And I'll lock the front door so he can't. I'll give you the code, so you two can leave together if you need to." He paused. "And I'll lock the knives away."

"Isn't that a bit excessive?"

"It's the only way to ensure he doesn't run down the hall screaming that you're trying to kill him," Riki reminded.

Iason nodded. "I suppose you're right." He sighed. "I would like to sit and talk with him. I think we both should."

"Yeah, we'll do that in the morning before I go," Riki agreed, yawning. "Mnnn..."

"Goodnight, Riki," Iason smiled, kissing his nape softly.

"G'night."

Iason closed his eyes, relieved and happy to be holding Riki in his arms. To have him returned to his embrace safe and sound. "I love you, Riki..." he whispered to the drifting youth.

To Be Continued