A series of moans filled the quarters of Jupiter's most favored child leaving little to the imagination as the Hades shuffled around what he liked to considered his temporary domain as he set the bath for Riki and Iason's morning bath which they'd both need after their early morning sexual excursions before gracing across the room to kitchen where he proceeded to cook up a storm to suit his masters.

While in the spur of activities Raoul sat in the lounge bombarded by the unrestricted cries of unbridled ecstasy from the very vocal pet. He knew that Iason's craving for physical attention had blown through the roof and of course he had heard the rumors of him pleasuring his pet personally nut this was still an unexpected experience for him that made him feel both virgin and perverted sitting here in waiting.

He had come as he scheduled with Iason twenty minutes early due to his nature to do an examination here instead of having Riki stop by his lab. He had never regretted something so much in his life. As a scientist he couldn't help being curious, wanting to see first had what was taking place, to see what expressions they would make and what motion would stimulate them.

Banished the thought before it developed into something more he registered the Furniture advancing before him. At this point Hades no longer recalled him or what transpired between them, he wore a pleasant smile that puzzled him at best. The air around him was pleasant and he seemed quite comfortable with the sounds his master made.

"I apologize on my master's behave for the delay is there anything I may offer you?" Hades seemed to beam in radiance.

"Coffee, black would do fine," his tone was flat and monotonous.

"As you wish," he bowed deeply before retreating on that note.

He watched the dark Furniture leave, his surprisingly broad hips swaying with every steps. It really was a rare find to have such an effeminate furniture that was not carved out by the Academy. Truly he appreciated the deep curves and supple frame in all that shapely glory. If he didn't know of what the Furniture was truly capable of he would have been truly captivated, swoon by his fragile looks and tender voice.

========flashback========

He watched her take down over two dozen android officers before they managed to detain him. During which time after having him in custody for only eight days the mongrel had managed to escape their clutches twice. Tying him down on the table had been a lot harder than tracking him down each time he escaped quarantine in one of the most high volt tight prisons Tanagura had to offer.

It was by look that they had caught the glitch in the system that indicated that someone had breached the firewall in their private data bank and not for the life of them could they have guessed the length of time it was there nor how much the boy had uncovered.

From all he had gathered the girl was exceedingly brilliant, after all hacking the data bank was no easy task and tackling the android police unite single handedly proved that he was strong as he was exceedingly brilliant.

After extracting all he needed to, he pried around for anything else of value. Much to his surprise the youth had raw talent learning to read from what little she picked on as a child and what she saw. Astoundingly, from there everything was self taught or applied from what he picked up from her older brother. The mongrel was a rare talent that it would take the blind not to see.

It was only during this time that Raoul had registered that it was a male that lay before him. Too caught in the thought of someone discovering Guardian secrets he hadn't cared to find out what it was and asked for him to be delivering to a mental table for the extraction immediately on capture. After stripping him bare for a physical examination to start a profile on the mongrel he noted the odd peculiarities unbecoming or rather uncharacteristic of a male, the overly slim frame, the slender waist, the broad hips the shapely legs it all seemed alien to his eyes for a mongrel to possess such appealing features.

He was at odds at the end of the examination. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to eradicate the mongrel. Not that he valued those low lives in the slightest in fact he would kill any other on a whim but this one nudged him the wrong way. The scientist in him reared its ugly head, he couldn't erase such a rare find. He had damaged it enough and now that he pondered on it he actually felt a sting of guilt. An emotion like all else that was foreign to him.

Laying in suspended animation in a capsule shaped tube filled with clear blue liquid like all the others up for being his lab rats after being tossed on death row, the youth hovered idly. In that state of unconsciousness his face was neutral as though he waited for his final sentence to be meted out in cold defiance.

Looking on it he decided, the youth may hold more purpose amongst the living than the dead.

=========end flashback=======

-a few moments later-

Or that had been the excuse at least.

He accepted the cup of coffee the Furniture had returned with on tray. Seeing the youth now he could now accept the fact that he had done the right choice.

"Master Iason is in the Laboratory. He will be with you short. Please feel free to make any request until his arrival," he bowed deeply once again before sauntering away.

He watched that sinful figure in the light body suit as it departed yet again still a bit puzzled by the feelings he felt fluttering in him as his gaze stalked him until he was out of sight. It was times like these that made him doubt his motifs on the boys release into Iason's custody.

When it was true that he knew that Iason would never refuse this as a gift after laying eyes on the youth, there were still others he could have had the Pet Suppliers auction the youth off to but he had felt as though he needed to keep the youth within his reach, a reach that limited him to a professional distance but still within his grasp and line of sight. He knew he shouldn't care but he wanted to place the youth in the custody of someone who could both protect and appreciate him without partiality or lustful intent and luckily for him he knew just the right Blondie who matched that description perfectly.

"Excuse me Master Iason but it's Two minutes to your eight thirty appointment with Master Raoul," Hades stated a few moments before Iason brushed by him so fast he could even register what had just transpired.

Resting the rush he had used to both dry and comb through Iason's hair on the Bath house accessories table he hurried about fixing Riki's Bath as well.

Outside Iason had managed to reach Raoul at exactly eight thirty looking as immaculate as ever but after being Iason's closer associate for so long it didn't take much for Raoul to recognize the how much brighter Iason looked his stoic expression radiating sheer bliss.

"I apologize for the wait," Iason stated monotonously as he took a seat across from Raoul who watched every measured move he made.

"No apologies necessary you are after all on time as per usual," Raoul stated dismissively, "as our head of the Foreign Affairs department you are needed in a meeting of great importance an hour from now the inter galactic treaty won't sign itself."

"But it would be less stressing if it could." Iason stated dryly already wishing he was back in bed with his lover.

"God Damn it…you son of a bitch I'll kill you!" the voice of his beloved being dragged out of bed for preparations for the examination thundered heavy and threatening.

"Master Riki please…it's time for you morning bath and breakfast then your examination with Raoul," the furniture pleaded no doubt on the run for his life from the lion in his den.

Raoul watched in astonishment as a small smile sprouted on the Iason's lips. The early morning was chaos promised a beautiful day today as well.