Oh my god, forever and a day since I last updated...I lost all my writing muses. They just hauled ass out of my head.
But, behold, I have finally found a muse...old and crinkled she is, she works a bit.
Huge thanks to aniki, Nyaneave, Sarasnk, Twilight Cherry, etana, DarkAngelJudas, Norm120, CrimsonBlood363 and CheshireCatCloud for reviewing chapter 2 of My Dirty Secret.
It's been a hectic year for me. Between moving jobs, my gran being ill and my operation...I'm off recovering now so I thought this was the perfect opportunity to pick up some of my old works. I am especially fond of this fic and want to get it finished.
Was listening to Bad Blood all the way through typing this chapter.
Thanks to all who gave me ideas for Iason's name.
I picked the suggestions of Norm120 and CrimsonBlood363. They were my favs. Thanks again all.
The lyrics of Bad Blood are the only ones I could find and I think the translation was a bit off...the song seems wierd. It's better just listening to it. Had it blaring on my ipod for the past hour or so! Mums gonna kill me hehehehe It's that bad, I now know all the japanese words ^^ It's ace.
oOoOoOoOo
3.
Bad Blood
"Well well, I have not seen you in many years Koji. Not since you tossed your life into the gutter for that boy."
The ex Platina Elite said nothing as he glared into Iason's eyes. He had no come back for the snake tongued Iason, for what he said was true. He did throw his life away for Izumi.
Iason inwardly patted himself on the back as he turned back to his neglected drink. Ball blowing off or not, the vodka was ice cold, a welcome counterpart to the sticky heat of the crowded club.
"Now that the pleasantries are aside Iason, how bout you tell me why you are here….looking like that eh?"
Iason smirked at the silver haired male as he carded long fingers through dark brown hair.
"I am hunting."
Koji, miffed by Iason's statement decided it best he not make the elder male elaborate any further, not that Iason would tell him anyway. Instead, he signalled to the bar tender for two more iced vodka's.
"How about you tell me what your mongrel-like existence has brought you?"
oOoOo
Guy shimmied his way through the bar in an attempt to find his friends, standing up on tip toes, jostling people out the way.
Glancing over towards the bar he spotted that strange man he had met in the street, he was about to go over when a silver haired male shoved past him, making a beeline for the male at the bar.
"Guy! Over here!"
Guy snapped his head round to see Riki jumping up and down frantically trying to attract his attention. Laughing, Guy made his way over to his group, not before glancing back at the brown haired man from before. He seemed to be conversing with the silver haired male who had shoved him out the way seconds before.
Sliding into the booth beside Riki, Guy non-chalantly wove his arm round Riki's shoulders. Though the two of them were not together officially anymore, the contact made himself feel safe and warm. Guy sat quietly, listening in as the other members of Bison conversed about the younger days. Lighting up a cigarette, he smiled as Riki, on instinct turned his head towards him, popping the lit cigarette into Riki's mouth, letting him inhale the fumes, he them slowly pulled it from the raven haired males full lips. Without thinking, Guy tilted Riki's head and placed his own lips atop of Riki's. Tasting Riki's tongue and the bitter taste of Stout that they were all drinking shoved Guy back a couple of years when they were all boys on the streets. Great times.
oOoOo
Iason turned away from Koji to scan the bar for his prey. Why couldn't he see him?
"Iason? You listening to me?" Koji almost snarled.
Said brunette winced slightly at the acidic tone in the ex-Platina's usually calm and stoic voice. He remembered back when Koji was still in Eos Tower. What a temper he had back then. When Koji and his twin brother fought, one would believe they had set out to kill each other. With the massive Katana like swords both wore at all times, even the strongest elites stayed away from the brothers. Iason included.
"I am sorry, I am pre-occupied. You are singing tonight yes?"
Koji nodded his head as he turned back to his neglected drink. Spotting his lover round the other side of the bar, Koji patted Iason's shoulder before taking his leave.
Iason watched as Koji approached the smaller dark haired mongrel, jealousy crept through him as he watched the two of them embrace. Too long had Iason been without a lover. Raoul had been his last long term relationship but that had ended on very unpleasant terms. Somehow, the two had managed to salvage their friendship. Almost brooding, Iason stared into his iced vodka. The ice had diluted it too much and would now taste rather revolting. Somehow, he just didn't feel like having another drink. His great plan was turning into a washout. He couldn't find the elusive black haired mongrel and seeing Koji so in love just plain pissed him off.
Were elites only allowed to love when freed from the shackles of Jupiter?
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Was that directed at him? Iason turned round to face the young voice that had addressed him. His eyes widened as he looked at the youth who had interrupted his sulking.
It was him. There was no mistaking it. No other mongrel skulking the street of Ceres looked as exotic as this one.
"Hey? What's up man? Music's great, alcohol is cheap. Smokes abundant. What's wrong with you?"
Iason was rather perplexed. Was this how all mongrels talked to each other? Even if they had never met before, did they act like old friends at the drop of a hat? There was so much he didn't know about the underbelly of his world.
"I don't seem to be in the mood tonight." Came Iason's curt reply.
"Well, that's no good. Can't have a fellow slum brother feeling left out can we? Come join my group."
Brother? Iason felt physically sick at the thought of being a fellow slum 'brother'. He couldn't help the grimace that spread across his face.
The younger male laughed before slapping Iason across the back.
"Yeh, I agree, they are a bit on the crazy side. A bit much for some folk. I know, I will sit with you yeh? Cool."
Iason smiled slightly at the mongrel not even giving him a chance to answer the question. He watched as the black haired mongrel pulled out the bar stool and hoisted himself up onto it. The glimpse of the youths bare midriff gave Iason a chill despite the thick heat in the club.
Without him asking, a red coloured drink appeared before himself and the young mongrel.
"These are good. You think the vodka is good? Wait till you taste this….makes the vodka taste like piss."
Iason smirked as the young man gulped down half of the colourful drink in one go. Sniffing it slightly, Iason let his lips tasted the drink. A small sip. Deciding he liked it, he proceeded to drink it at speed.
"How do you like it?"
"It's agreeable. What is it?"
"It's called a Blondie's Death. Thick, red, tantalising and absolutely satisfying. Something every mongrel dreams of."
Iason stared at the boy, shock marring his face. Blondie's Death? How primitive. He could have the boy arrested and the bar shut down but, that would ruin his now re-awakened plan.
"Hmmm brutal but….apt."
Iason continued to sip the taboo drink, all the while watching as the dark haired mongrel talked incessantly about nothing in particular.
Just as Iason began zoning out, a hand atop his shoulder grabbed his attention once again.
"Names Riki the Dark. Here I am sitting talking away and I hadn't even introduced myself."
Iason smiled and nodded his aknowledgement of this 'Riki the Dark'.
He stared perplexed at the boy when he noticed he was looking at him expectantly.
"What?"
"Your name buddy? Courtesy costs nothing you know."
Iason gulped thickly, his old birth name swam to the surface of his mind. Dare he speak it out loud? Well, he did want the boy screaming someone's name when he was under him, if it couldn't be his elite name, his birth name would do….for now.
"Where are my manners, my names Jareth Ke'shen….at your service Riki the Dark."
Iason smiled seductively at the boy, watching with sheer delight as his cheeks tinted pink.
"Ke'shen….one of my friends is a Ke'shen….you know him? His name's Guy."
"Can't say that I do. I have not long moved into this area of Ceres….I don't really get out that much to know many others here."
Iason turned back to find his previously empty Blondie's Death gone and a fresh one in it's place. Some of these bar tenders would make good Furniture.
The two sat for about an hour talking to each other, well, it was mainly Riki talking animatedly about his childhood and the trouble himself and his gang got into. Iason couldn't divulge much about himself with the risk of blowing his cover.
A shock of silver walking proudly onto the stage caused both elite and mongrel to stop conversing and turn their attention to the stage.
Koji had finally came up to sing.
The opening chords of one of his most well known songs caused the bar to cheer wildly. Even Iason knew the song Bad Blood. One of the first pieces Koji had written after being exiled from Eos.
Iason watched as Riki began drumming his fingers in time with the music. He watched entranced as the mongrel began singing along with Koji's lyrics.
This body is frozen on the asphalt
(SACRIFICE)
Dead end is smeared with bodily fluids
(DIE END)
Erected desire is glaring
(HARD SEX)
Ah, the dirty dark bad blood
(BLACK BLOOD)
OH WONT YOU FEEL MY DRUG?
OH WONT YOU FEEL MY HEART?
Grabbing and squeezing your escaping neck, my crazy heartbeat can't distinguish you now and tears you to pieces
(JESUS CHRIST)
Riki seemed to be so passionate when he was singing, Iason unconsciously moved himself closer to the boy. He could smell his hair, the smell of outdoors off of his clothes. He wondered what Riki's tanned skin would smell and taste like. Iason felt himself grow hard at the thought of the man sitting beside him. He closed his eyes and took in the sounds of the long instrumental part of the song.
Dead like a dog at the hulking end of the century
(SATISFACTION)
The tenderness I remember is also die end
(DEAD END)
The bursting blood is spoiled
(HEART MAD)
Drink up with that tongue that bad blood
(BLACK BLOOD)
OH WONT YOU FEEL MY DRUG?
OH WONT YOU FEEL MY HEART?
Your habit to cling to the hair with your thin wrist, I covet your spread open part
Iason started as he felt two arms wrap around his neck. When had Riki moved? He had been so zoned out, he didn't notice the younger mongrel vacate his bar stool. He could smell the alcohol off the boys breath as he sang into his ear.
I can't distinguish you now as I tear you to pieces
(OH MY GOD)
I forgot the meaning of warm and wet tears
I can't distinguish you now as I tear you to pieces
(JESUS CHRIST)
Iason turned his head slightly to look at the drink young man using his back as a leaning post. Deep brown, almost black eyes bore right into his own. His chest was flushed as he reached up and pulled the younger male closer still.
Riki's wonderful singing halted as Iason pushed their open mouths together. No formalities needed. Lust clouded Iason's mind as Riki forced his tongue into his mouth.
The endless insane dream
Going mad I shout I loved you
oOoOo
Koji smirked as he spotted Iason with his prey.
What a skilled hunter he was.
oOoOo
Royal blue eyes widened as they saw Iason in the guise of a mongrel heatedly embrace a young black haired mongrel.
"This is so far past the law….even for you Iason. I hope that boy is worth it my friend."
oOoOoOoOo
Oh god I love Bad Blood. What a fab song! makes me wanna watch Zetsuai, Bronze and Cathexis again.
Well, there we go...Iason didn't find Riki. Riki found him.
I think their first proper kiss is quite good. I didn't want it to be chaste...lips touching and no more. I wanted it to be open mouther french ^^
