AnK story Part II
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oiranIason drifted about the room like a ghost, opening and closing draperies, lighting candles, setting musical chimes to tinkling. He seemed distant and unconcerned, but Riki was familiar enough with Iason's expressions--or lack thereof--to understand that his Master wore a mask at all times. There was incense burning, a decanter of dark wine on a table at bedside. Was this meant to be romantic? A seduction? The thought of Iason wooing him made Riki smirk.
Iason pushed his pale hair back over his shoulder. "Why are you still dressed?" he said somewhat crossly. "Take off those clothes."
"Where is the other?" Riki asked, although he knew this wouldn't be a performance. "Where's Enil? Or is it Daryl this time?"
"There will be no other." Iason crossed his arms over his broad chest, frowning. "Make yourself ready. Stop stalling."
"You're not supposed to want me," Riki said, slightly embarrassed by the note of triumph in his voice. "You're not supposed to have me."
"You think you're so special," Iason said, shaking his head. "I hate to disappoint you, but this isn't the first time an owner has decided to be with a pet. You're very self-important." He crossed the carpet to stand before Riki, almost on top of him, and looked down into Riki's upturned face. "I put up with a lot of nonsense from you, you know." The brief touch of his lips was chaste, and surprisingly sweet. He stepped back and let his yellow robe fall from his shoulders, fluttering to the floor, then unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He was white and smooth as marble, his hair like poured cream flowing over the sleek angles of his body. His big cock was oddly beautiful, absolutely idealized. Again, Riki was reminded that Iason was something made, not born. Naked and very perfect, he walked past Riki and said, "Come to bed."
Riki pulled his t-shirt over his head and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Iason watched from the bed, propped up on an elbow on sheets the color of saffron. His skin was very white against the burning gold. His long hair pooled at his elbow and more strands fell across his chest, almost hiding a small, pink nipple. When Riki was finally naked, Iason said nothing, but drew back the sheet in wordless invitation.
Riki shifted nervously from foot to foot. He started to cover his groin with his hands but made himself stop, his hands returning to hang clenched at his sides.
"What's the matter?"
Riki surprised himself by telling the truth. "I'm frightened."
"Of me?" Iason seemed genuinely surprised.
"Yes."
Iason sighed and repeated, "Come to bed." When Riki still hesitated, Iason's eyes narrowed and he added, "Or I'll come get you."
"And you wonder why I'm frightened." But Riki slid between the sheets to lay stiff on his back. Iason was very near, very large. Heat radiated from his body, carrying a deep, delicious scent of cool earth and crushed flowers. Riki took surreptitious sips of the air, letting Iason's scent fill his lungs.
Iason looked down into his face and touched him carefully, fingers at the hollow of his throat, and then traced the lines of his collarbones. Riki held his breath, lying rigid and staring at the ceiling. The pads of Iason's fingers were soft and cool, drawing little circles around Riki's tightening nipples.
"You have such beautiful skin," Iason murmured. "Jupiter always taught us that Ceres made nothing but monsters, but you're so fine and soft…" He moved closer, the warmth of his flesh raising a chill along the length of Riki's body. His touch was sensual and gentle; he was nothing like the disinterested, dominating man who seemed profoundly bored by Daryl's torture sessions. Riki felt a shiver of pleasure as Iason's silky hair slid over his skin and tangled in his fingers. Riki sighed, remembering Guy's long hair sweeping over his chest.
Iason bent to over him, his breath hot and moist against Riki's pulse. An eyetooth sank into his earlobe near to the point of pain, and a sucking kiss at the angle of his jaw threatened to bruise. Riki arched his neck to expose more skin and Iason gathered him closer, pulling Riki to lie against him full-length. Riki wrapped an arm around Iason's neck, pliant and willing. His cock was half-erect, growing harder, and Iason reached for it, a lingering touch tracing the muscles of Riki's hip before taking him in hand.
Riki lifted his hips against the circle of Iason's fist, threw both arms around the pale neck, and moaned like an animal.
If he'd had any self-respect left, he would have fought. He should have fought.
Iason threw a leg over Riki's hip, erections sliding side-by-side. The hot, insistent weight of Iason's cock shocked Riki alert. Too big, and the memory of pain made him panic. "No," he said, breaking a kiss. "You can't." He struggled in Iason's embrace, his cock deflating.
"Shh. It's okay." Iason stroked his back soothingly but didn't let him go. Riki trembled miserably, his limbs drawn up in fear. When Iason shifted his grip, Riki kicked out, shoved hard against Iason's chest and tried to force his way free. Iason just held on until Riki's fit of fright passed, then drew him close. "I don't want to hurt you," Iason warned. He reached down between Riki's quaking thighs. "You must stop struggling."
"Let me go," Riki whispered, his voice cracking. "Please." He pushed again at Iason's chest, dug his fingers into the muscles of his arms, and tried to pry himself loose. He tried to get a knee between Iason's thighs, but Iason merely shifted, covering Riki with his huge, heavy body, and holding his wrists. Panicking under the weight, Riki thrashed and bucked until he was out of breath and exhausted. When he was still, Iason slowly shifted off of his body. Holding Riki's wrists with one hand, Iason touched his face with the other. "I can't let you go."
"I hate you." Even more, Riki hated the way he sounded, like a helpless child.
"You won't always," Iason promised. He lowered his head for a kiss, his hair covering them like a curtain. Soft lips, tongue warm and wet, deftly explored Riki's mouth. Riki melted, hating himself for it, but even as they kissed, he tried to squirm out from beneath Iason's heavy limbs. His breath caught in his throat when Iason's hard cock rubbed against his leg, but Iason took his hand by the wrist and forced him to touch the thin, hot skin. He felt the tip nudge wet against his palm and was surprised when Iason gasped and hunched against him, burying his face in Riki's throat. "Oh!" His grip tightened painfully on Riki's wrist.
Despite his fear, or maybe because of it, Riki's cock stood out stiff and fat. Once again, Iason reached for him and Riki jerked away from his touch. "No!" Riki said roughly. "I don't want―."
"It doesn't matter what you want," Iason whispered hoarsely, showing a hint of irritation. "You should understand that by now." He got awkwardly to his knees and held Riki's hands down at his sides, at each hip. "Remember who you are," he said, sounding spoiled and selfish. "This is about what I want." He retrieved the heavy silk sash of his robe from the floor and pinned Riki's arms above his head, binding them together with the silk. While Riki swore and struggled, Iason made soothing sounds and tied the ends of the sash to the headboard of the bed.
Riki tried to kick, but Iason held his legs and bent over him, the point of his tongue circling Riki's right nipple and teasing it erect. Iason sucked it to a stiff peak, then soothed it with the flat of his tongue while Riki bucked against the weight across his legs and jerked at his restraints. He repeated it on the left side, then the right again, back and forth until Riki was whimpering, anger overshadowed by arousal. He could feel each lick in his cock. Iason pulled off a shiny, wet nipple and blew across the swollen skin; Riki cried out and struggled anew, desperate for pressure on his erection.
Iason sucked kisses down the line of Riki's body, lifting his head to admire the red marks as they faded. He bent to lick at the slickness on Riki's belly beneath the straining head of his cock.
Riki groaned, "Please!" but he didn't want to be untied. He wanted to be sucked.
Iason smiled. "You like this." He slid down until his forearms bracketed Riki's hips, swollen cock bobbing just beneath his mouth.
"Please!" Riki whimpered. Iason smiled again, and lowered his head. One long lick, from base to head, and then Riki's cock was enveloped in dense, wet heat. When he looked down, he saw only blond hair and broad shoulders, but he felt the tight pressure of Iason's lips, the rub of his tongue along the underside of his shaft. He was just a few moments of determined suction away from orgasm. Iason lifted his head and Riki caught a glimpse of swollen lips stretched around his cock. He tensed for a few ragged breaths and then came with a shout, his hips lifting hard against Iason's jaw. Iason pulled back, surprised, but recovered and swallowed hungrily, moaning around Riki's softening flesh.
"Riki." Iason propped himself up, beaming, and wiping his mouth with the back of one elegant hand. Riki glared up into the radiant face. "This is how it can be between us, always." Big hands flipped Riki over onto his belly so suddenly that he had no time to struggle. Despite having better leverage in this position, he still couldn't loosen the ties his wrists. Gathering his legs beneath him, he tried to push up to all fours, but Iason simply held him down with a hand between his shoulder blades. Iason wedged a knee between his thighs, pushing them apart, and knelt between them.
"No!" Riki thrashed futilely while Iason simply waited for him to tire out.
"It's all right," Iason said soothingly. His fingers probed between the cheeks of Riki's ass, stroking and teasing. "I'm going to lick you here," he said, simply stating a fact. "You'll like that."
Riki struggled to lift his face from the too-soft pillows. "I won't," Riki gasped. "I'll hate it." He blushed in the dark, knowing it wasn't true. He'd love it.
Arms went around his waist and Iason hugged him a moment, nuzzling the back of his neck. A wet kiss to the base of his spine was followed by the tip of Iason's tongue dipping into the cleft of his ass. Strong hands pushed Riki's thighs further apart, opening him, as Iason's tongue trailed further down to lick at his hole. Riki shuddered at the hot, wet touch of Iason's kiss, too intimate for Master and slave. Iason's tongue traced slow circles, dragging across the tense pucker, making Riki quake with combined lust and anger. It wasn't fair to be tortured like this, made to feel close to someone he wanted so much to hate. Slick pressure at his opening and the tip of Iason's tongue pushed inside. With a startled groan, Riki spread his thighs further of his own accord. Hurriedly, he tried to reverse the maneuver, but he was too late: Iason had already claimed the ground gained, holding him almost painfully wide.
"Please…" Shameful, and he didn't even know what he was begging for. It was too soon for him to come again, and he couldn't take any more of this slow, wet, slippery pleasure. "Please, Iason…"
Iason gave him a final, lingering lick and stretched out beside him. He slipped a hand down the sweat-slick curve of Riki's spine. His cock was hard between them, pressed against Riki's hip. He reached between Riki's thighs and fingered his slick hole. "You're ready for me, aren't you?"
At his words, Riki started shaking again. "No. Please."
Iason sighed and pushed just the tip of a finger into Riki's body, making him gasp. His voice quavering, Riki demanded, "Do you get off on forcing me? On rape? "
"It's not rape," Iason replied serenely. He licked Riki's ear and murmured, "It's not possible to rape a slave."
He rolled Riki onto his back again, forced a knee between his thighs. His cock stood out dark and hard and huge. The head was nearly as big as a fist, slick at the slit. Wet fingers, slippery with lube, pushed into Riki's ass. "Mmm…you're so hot," he whispered. "So smooth and tight."
"You're hurting me," Riki lied. When Iason withdrew his fingers just far enough to add another, Riki bit his lips so as not to betray himself with any moans of pleasure. Between gritted teeth, he hissed, "You're too big, Iason. Too big everywhere."
"Human bodies can take a lot," Iason said, soothing but unconcerned. "They're very elastic." He positioned himself between Riki's thighs, pushed his knees back and rubbed the wet head of his cock between the cheeks of Riki's ass.
Riki pulled against the silk sash and pleaded, "Don't. Please don't. You'll hurt me. You did before."
"It will only hurt at first," Iason said, "You're prepared this time." He leaned over and whispered into Riki's ear. "I've wanted this since I first saw you in the street." He reached between Riki's thighs, guiding the head of his cock, fat as a plum, to push against the tense hole. Riki braced his feet against Iason's hips in an attempt wriggle out of range, but Iason held him fast.
Riki couldn't see their point of contact, but he could see Iason's face soften as he entered Riki's body, cheeks flushed and lip held between his teeth. The stretch in Riki's ass wouldn't end, the burn wouldn't ease. Riki twisted at his bonds and tried to control his fear with deep breaths. "It hurts," he said. "Please."
"Just a little more." Iason shifted, sank in deeper. "It will get better, Riki, I promise." Riki squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, swallowing his protests. Finally, he felt Iason's hipbones pressed tight to his ass, and felt each beat of Iason's heart transferred through the thick heat of his cock. Riki shuddered and let slip a tiny sound of pain.
Iason's hand cupped his face, thumb stroking his cheekbone, followed by a soft brush of lips. "Beautiful." Tentative pump of his hips that made Riki's eyes roll back in his head, a white flash of fire spreading from ass to cock, out his fingertips and the tip of his tongue. The shape of Iason's cock moved through him, in and out, then deeper, rubbing sparks through the center of his body, a thin line of ecstasy trailing the agony. Riki opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was a soft grunt. He pushed up with his hips, meeting Iason's thrust, and was rewarded with a bright, brief stab of pleasure and a gasp from his Master.
He begged again, but this time for, "More. Please, Iason."
Iason slipped an arm beneath him and lifted him into a hard kiss. Riki tasted blood on bruised lips. He struggled against the silk, but this time he wanted his arms free to wrap around Iason's back and bring him closer, get leverage to fuck him harder. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Iason's waist and dug his heels into the small of the broad back.
If he had chosen it, if their history were any different, he'd have said this was the best fuck of his life. Maybe it was anyway. Eyes screwed shut, jaw clenched, Riki threw his head back and came with a long wail. His semen was hot and sticky between their skins and Iason's eyes widened when he felt it splash on his belly.
"Oh, yes," he said, kissing Riki's face, and the exposed length of his neck. A few more snaps of his hips, and then Iason called for him urgently, thrusting in deep and staying still, his cock pulsing. Riki moaned at the heat of it and turned his face against the skin of his own arm, angrily smearing the tears from his eyes as he did so.
What had he done? Hard on the heels of the initial wave of euphoria, he was sickened. He'd not only been fucked by his captor, but he'd enjoyed it. He'd wanted it, urging him on. He lay twitching with aftershocks, Iason still half-hard inside him. He wanted to be able to tell himself that he hadn't liked it, and he wanted that to be the truth.
Iason withdrew slowly, touching Riki with gentle, reverent strokes. "Riki, look at me."
Because he felt composed enough to glare, Riki did so.
Iason touched his angry, tense face and said, "You belong to me."
Riki hadn't the strength to protest.
~~~
Riki woke up pinned beneath the heavy weight of Iason's arm. His ass throbbed with pain and he had to piss. As he struggled to extricate himself from their tangle of limbs, Iason jolted awake and reached for him.
"Riki? What are you―?"
"I think you hurt me. I need to use the bathroom."
Iason released him, but sat up and in a worried voice said, "Tell me if you're hurt, please, Riki. I don't want you to be in any pain."
Fucking hypocrite freak. Wincing, Riki walked slowly to the bathroom, his body creaking in protest. He shut the bathroom door and pissed. He sat down and wiped himself, the paper spotted with red. Thankfully, there wasn't much blood.
There was a robe on the back of the door, a blue silky thing. Riki put it on and looked around briefly for something he might use as a weapon. The problem was, he'd always been a street fighter, using his fists. He had no idea what might make a good weapon.
There was a second door to the bathroom, this one leading to a sitting room of some sort. There didn't seem to be anyone around, and Riki slipped silently from room to empty room. He had no plan, but imagined that eventually he'd find some sort of outer door, even just a window, and he'd be able to escape.
He padded barefoot through dark corridors, soft carpet beneath his feet. The only windows he could find were locked, and he could not manage to break the glass with either a heavy ashtray or a small metal sculpture of a woman's head.
The impact against the glass must have set off some sort of alarm. Three guards came for him, subdued him easily, and held him until Daryl arrived.
"Idiot," Daryl scoffed. And then, to the guards, "Follow me."
He was taken back to his little cell in the dormitory and strapped to the bed. After Daryl left, Iason came to see him. He stood in the doorway, dressed in the same blue robe that Riki had thought to run away in. It looked good on him, accentuating his paleness, the color of his eyes.
"You didn't dislike that, did you?" Iason asked sadly. He petted Riki's face with a bare hand, holding his robe tight with the other. "I was careful with you, as careful as I could be."
Riki frowned and turned his head away. No, he hadn't disliked it.
"I want you with me," Iason said, his voice low and insistent. "I want you sleeping beside me, Riki. But you can't keep trying to escape. Stay with me."
"You promised," Riki said. "No more Daryl. You promised." He refused to look at Iason, refused to see the hurt in his eyes. "I want to leave. I don't belong with you."
"But you do." Iason turned Riki's face up, a hand on his chin. "You belong with me. You belong to me. Why would you want to return to the slum?"
"I'm no one's slave there," Riki said, surprising himself with the simplicity of his response. "In Ceres, I'm a man."
"I don't understand what you want," Iason said, frustrated. "I'll give you whatever you need."
"There are things you can't give me."
"Not anything worth having."
"You're right, you don't understand," Riki sighed bitterly.
Iason shook his head, frowning. and left the room.
~o0o~
Two nights later, Riki was taken to Iason's quarters for another attempt at a night together. Once again, they were served delicious food, but this time Riki didn't taste it. Naked in the bed, lying stiff on his back with his arms at his sides, Riki asked, "How many others?"
"How many others what?" Iason's long, cool hand stroked from the hollow of Riki's throat down to the first curls of pubic hair, then back up again. "Have I been with, do you mean? None. You're the first one, Riki. I don't want any other."
Iason had been a virgin? Hiding his surprise, Riki sneered. "What kind of thing is that to say? Have you forgotten that I'm your prisoner?"
"You're my pet," Iason corrected him. He leaned in, put his face close to Riki's. "You're mine. I knew it as soon as I saw you. That's why you're here, Riki. You belong to me." Iason's intensity was unnerving. "You were out of place on the street. This is where you fit."
"You're crazy." Riki turned his face away.
"Maybe. But it doesn't make it any less true."
After a pause, Riki said, "I don't believe you. You must have done this before. You're too practiced."
"You don't have to believe me," Iason countered. "Your opinion is of little consequence. But I'll take it as a compliment anyway."
"Who says it was meant as a compliment?"
"I could kill you for insulting me," Iason offered. "And no one would fault me." He drew Riki close and kissed him. "Of course you meant it as a compliment."
~~~
Iason fucked him, sucked his cock, fucked him again. Riki bucked his hips up against Iason's mouth, tangled his fingers in the long hair, and emptied down the graceful throat. He arched his back and spread his thighs to make it easier for Iason fuck him, and clawed at the bedding when he came. When they were done, he let Iason draw him close, and he slept the entire night nestled close against his Master's chest.
He woke before Iason did, and watched him swim up out of sleep. He told himself that he'd participated willingly only to avoid further punishment, but he didn't entirely believe it. His body ached, every muscle taxed by Iason's greater size and strength, but this time he didn't mind so much, and that worried him.
He decided he hated Iason, truly hated him, but then Iason opened his eyes and smiled, and Riki didn't know any more.
~o0o~
As a result of his changed relationship with Iason, when Riki entered a room that Daryl was in, Daryl was required to leave it.
~o0o~
Iason liked to take Riki with him to appointments. Katze would drive, and then he'd wait in the car with Riki while Iason carried out his business. It wasn't unusual for an owner to travel around with a pet or pets for company, although Riki knew Iason's friends didn't approve of Iason parading him all over Tanagura.
It was humiliating that Iason felt Riki needed watching. Still, Katze, at least, would talk to him. Katze knew what it was like, being in-between. Blondies might use Katze's services, but they sneered at him when his back was turned. They didn't seem to realize that he knew this.
The ever-present cigarette dangled from the corner of Katze's mouth. "I saw Guy last week," he said, his tone casual. "He's doing all right."
"You didn't--" Riki began, but then he stopped himself. Of course Katze hadn't told Guy where Riki was, or what he'd been doing. Katze gave him a look, almost pitying. "That's good," Riki said quietly. "Thank you for telling me."
~~~
If anyone knew… Riki cracked the car window and exhaled a plume of smoke out at the dirty sky. If Guy or any of the other members of the Bison gang had any idea where Riki was, what he was doing, they wouldn't have believed it. He'd always been the leader, the decision-maker. Guy had fucked him because he liked being fucked; Riki had always been the dominant personality.
Casually, Katze offered, "Iason tells me that he's going to let you start going out on your own soon. You'll be glad to be rid of me, I'm sure. And I certainly have better business to attend to."
Riki clenched his jaw angrily. "Yeah," he said. "It's great." Then, unable to stop himself, he added, "You'd never guess I'd lived by my wits for years, would you?"
Katze lit another cigarette and said. "Wits. Yes, well, that's what got you into this situation, isn't it?"
Riki just looked at him, eyes narrowed. He scrambled for a comeback but…all he could do was glare. Pout. Katze snickered and lit another cigarette.
~o0o~
Riki was never going to be at home in Eos. It just wasn't done for a Pet to live in his Master's house, and even though there was a condo in Apatia with Riki's name on the deed, it was just for show. None of the other pets spent nights in Iason's house unless there was a party or some other entertainment planned, and it was too late for Riki to become friends with them, anyway. He was too different. They'd all become pets willingly, even eagerly, submitting themselves to the Academy for training. Riki had been kidnapped off the street. The rest of Iason's pets were fair-skinned, like all valuable specimens, but Riki was tanned and his hair wasn't just dark, but black. And although none of them would spend more than 18 months in Iason's care, Riki was well into his second year of captivity. While he was clearly Iason's favorite, it was impossible for anyone else to know how to treat him, how to behave around him. His presence made everyone, Elite and pet alike, uncomfortable.
Every fact of his existence isolated him. He was absolutely and utterly alone.
None of Iason's friends―who were also his colleages―approved of Iason's attachment to Riki. Becoming too fond of any pet was frowned upon, and Iason didn't even try to deny the rumors that Riki was "special" to him. Iason's closest friend, Raoul, was openly hostile, condemning the relationship and claiming that any happiness Iason believed he felt was only temporary and predicted grave repercussions.
When Raoul visited, Iason suggested that Riki find ways to occupy himself in the far, quiet corners of the house.
~~~
After Raoul left, Iason seemed particularly preoccupied. Riki brought him a drink and asked, "Raoul has been haranguing you, hasn't he? He wants you to release me."
Iason smiled ruefully. "But you know that I don't listen to Raoul."
Riki shrugged. "It's always worth a try."
"Do you hate it so much here?" A frown of concern creased Iason's perfect brow, if only momentarily.
"You don't hear my complaints," Riki pouted.
"I hear you. You say you're lonely," Iason replied. "But there are other pets here. They know you are special to me. They should be eager to befriend you."
"They aren't the sort of company I want."
"Well, if you're going to be judgmental…" Iason replied. And then he turned back to his newsreader.
~o0o~
If there had ever been an opportunity for Riki to freely choose, he might have chosen this. But there was never any choice, and he was no longer allowed to make decisions for himself. He woke with Iason sleeping beside him and thought to kill him, not for the first time. A knife in the throat, a gush of blood that he always imagined as purple, like wine, though when he had seen Iason's blood in the past, it was merely red. Ordinary and startlingly human.
But, instead of killing him, he pushed the hair off of Iason's face and watched him sleep, admiring the cool beauty of his face in repose. The glow of his skin was like quartz--something Riki knew about only because Iason had shown it to him. Iason liked to bring him beautiful things and drew comparisons, both overt and subtle, between Riki and these objects.
He smoked a cigarette and watched Iason's fingers twitch on the edge of the blanket, reaching across the cool sheet in search of Riki's skin. If he ever decided to do it, to kill his Master, Raoul would delight in seeing to the punishment. He'd petition Jupiter to be allowed to choose the mode of execution. Raoul would want to see Riki fucked to death, no doubt. Fucked to death by pets.
When he was through with the cigarette, he kissed Iason's forehead and eased down beneath the sheets. Iason murmured something too garbled to be real words and pulled him close with a contented sigh.
He would keep his options open. Someday he might do it, but probably not any time soon.
~o0o~
"Raoul wants you," Riki offered, rolling over, out from beneath Iason's arm. "That's my theory. He wants you to release me so that he can take my place."
"You must not speak so disrespectfully." Iason stretched and yawned. His hair was in tangles, and his skin was flushed and sleep-warm. His big, sleek body radiated heat. He reached for Riki and drew him back close inside the curve of his arms. Riki shifted a little and felt the point of Iason's chin against the top of his head, strands of silvery hair sliding across his lips.
"Why is it you Blondies don't fuck one another?" Riki squirmed experimentally, but Iason wasn't letting him go. "Why is it against the rules?"
"We're sterile," Iason replied. "You know this." His hand slipped down to rest on Riki's belly, just above the base of his cock.
Riki shifted his hips and Iason's hand followed, fingers cupping his balls. He swallowed a groan and said, "That's not an answer, Iason. It makes no sense. You and Raoul couldn't have children anyway. Why can't you fuck him?"
"Why are you so adamant that Raoul and I should have sex? Perhaps you'd like to watch?" But Iason laughed into Riki's hair, which reassured him that he hadn't offended his Master. And, as Riki was well aware, Iason wasn't much of a voyeur. He liked to participate.
"Truth is," Riki continued, pushing his ass back against Iason's hips, "You don't know why you're not allowed, do you? You don't even know why there are fewer and fewer women each year. Does Jupiter know?"
"Jupiter would tell me if I needed to know," Iason said, in a tone that brooked no discussion. But despite the fact that Riki was veering into dangerous conversational territory, Iason's cock hardened against the backs of Riki's thighs.
"Get on your knees," Iason whispered hoarsely. "I plan on fucking you very hard."
"For my insolence, I imagine," Riki remarked, rolling over to his knees. "To punish me."
"I don't need to take off my clothes to discipline you," Iason reminded him. "That's not what this is about. I just want to fuck you hard."
Riki said, "No, don't," but groaned and arched his back, lifting his ass high and spreading his thighs wide apart. Iason's fingers brushed over his hole. He pushed back into the touch but said, "Lube, please, Iason. Lots of lube."
Riki braced his hands against the wall and leaned back into each thrust. He could almost feel Iason's cock in the back of his throat, each pump sending shock waves through his body. Iason pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back inside with a cracking jolt to Riki's spine. Riki's cock jerked feebly, only half-hard, but he came with an intensity verging on pain from the stimulation to his prostate. Iason kept moving, solid as a piston, a hand on Riki's waist and the other on the back of his neck, holding his head down. Riki felt small and helpless and it was indescribably nasty for even the hint of subjugation to be so hot.
"God, please," he begged, "Iason! Please come! Please, Iason. You're hurting me!" And it was true, but he didn't care if Iason came immediately or hours later, because he wanted Iason inside him even with the pain, even with the fear that his spine would break in two with the steady pounding of the cock in his ass. And if that happened, it would kill him, which wouldn't be the worst thing to happen, since he couldn't imagine how else he would ever get away. Then Iason shouted his name and slammed into him so hard that his teeth snapped together, just missing his tongue. He felt the heat of Iason's semen deep inside, too deep, the sensation both repulsive and erotic.
Iason laid Riki down on his back, put two fingers in place of his cock and used them to fuck him slowly, his head resting on Riki's chest. Riki gripped handfuls hair and whimpered, rocking his hips against the slow movements of Iason's wrist.
"You like that, don't you?" Iason murmured. "Tell me, Riki. Are you happy?"
"Yesss." Riki laughed, although he wasn't really amused. "Oh, god, yes."
~o0o~
When he opened his eyes, he was startled by his own expression reflected in the mirror. He was on all fours, ass in the air and chest on the floor, and his eyes were molten, mouth blurred with kisses. Iason's hands spanned Riki's hips, and his hair hung in a sheet from his bowed head to brush Riki's back.
Riki said hoarsely, "Look. Look at us."
Iason's head came up and he stared, unfocused, at their reflection. Riki started to push himself off the floor, his arms trembling with the effort, so Iason wrapped his arms around Riki's chest and lifted him. Riki's skin was stretched taut where Iason's cock entered his body; his own cock stood stiff and dark against his belly. Riki reached for it, but Iason got there first.
He let his head fall back against Iason's chest, hid behind the tangle of hair―his black with Iason's blond―and reached up and back to twine his arms around Iason's neck. The fingers that stroked him knew his rhythms well, and he came with a rough cry, lifting his face to nuzzle at the underside of Iason's jaw.
Iason groaned, threw his head back, and lifted his hips hard against Riki's ass. A few thrusts, and Riki felt Iason's cock jerk. The pale, beautiful face, usually so impassive, was flushed and vulnerable. Liquid eyes, dark like mercury, met Riki's in the mirror. A hand was spread wide against Riki's belly, above his softening cock, and the other wrapped around his chest. Iason buried his face in Riki's hair and his big body trembled as he drew in a deep breath.
Riki said what he always said, low and uninflected. "Let me go."
Iason always had the same response. "Not yet. It's not enough."
Riki turned his head awkwardly, ignoring the pain in his neck, and kissed Iason with rough urgency. He turned in Iason's arms, wincing as Iason's cock slid out of his ass. He wrapped his arms around Iason's neck, his legs around his waist, and bit at Iason's mouth, growling like an animal. Iason sucked a kiss into Riki's throat and felt between Riki's legs, touching his slick hole, then his cock. Riki ground down against his hand, whimpering with raw need.
"It's not enough," Iason repeated. Riki knew what he meant. It would never be enough.
~o0o~
"What were you waiting for, anyway?" Riki lay with his head on Iason's chest, blowing cigarette smoke at the ceiling. "What made me special?" He felt a little giddy, his bloodstream coursing with endorphins. He paused, waiting to see if Iason would answer, even compliment him, but Iason did not speak. Continuing, Riki added, "You're so much older than me. Wealthy, handsome. I couldn't believe you were still a virgin."
"It didn't mean anything to me," Iason said. "It wasn't important. Virginity is merely a state of being. You're too sentimental."
"That's such shit," Riki said. "You kept souvenirs." He made a gesture toward a crystal bowl containing the lopped heads of dried, red roses. "Those are the flowers from the dinner table on our first night, right?"
When Iason looked at him blankly, Riki said. "Our first night, Iason. Remember? The first time you fucked me."
"You're forgetting," Iason said, his face suddenly cold and shuttered. "That wasn't our first time."
~o0o~
She was a lesson. Once Riki learned it, he never saw her again. Katze brought the girl to the party, a new acquisition for Iason. He handed her over to Iason on a leash. Iason said, "Drop," to the girl, and "Fuck her," to Riki. They were in a room full of Blondies, a penthouse with a panoramic view of the city, and the guests were all Elite. The pets were all pale beauties, and the girl turned up her nose at Riki's dark skin and hair. Iason slapped her across the face, heads turning at the crack of his hand. "Drop," he repeated. Riki slowly lowered himself to his knees behind her. It had been over a year since Iason had forced him to do this, since he'd been part of the entertainment. It had been over a year since Riki had had sex with anyone other than Iason.
He'd believed that his Master cared for him. Well, he'd been wrong.
Over a year since he'd fucked anyone; never, ever had he been allowed to fuck Iason. Over a year, so he put his all into the act, angry eyes on Iason's face the entire time. The girl dug her fingers into the carpet and mewled while Riki drove into her body. She was wet and tight, and her hips felt good under Riki's hands, a perfect fit for the curve of his palms. Iason smoked and looked bored, exhaling clouds at the ceiling, not meeting Riki's eyes. Riki came loudly, grunting out his rage, and the girl yelped and fingered herself, and they all watched her come, too. Some of the onlookers laughed. Riki sat back on his haunches and stared at Iason, trying to convey all the hurt he felt without words.
Riki sulked in the elevator up to Iason's apartment. He could still smell the girl's body on his skin.
"You're angry, I know," Iason said, finally. "But you seemed to have forgotten that I am your Master."
"I hadn't forgotten," Riki replied stiffly, insulted.
"I think you had." Iason peeled off his gloves, using one to brush invisible dust from the front of his draped robe. "You are my pet, Riki. It means you belong to me, not anyone else. Not even to yourself."
Softly, Riki repeated, "I hadn't forgotten."
~o0o~
After an hour spent in an atmosphere of accusatory silence, Iason pushed the newsreader aside and gave his full attention to Riki. "What is it?" He sounded tired.
"What do you think?" Riki snapped. He stabbed out his cigarette and lit another.
Iason sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. "Is this still about the party? What do you expect from me, Riki?"
"I want you to admit that what you did was wrong. I want you to apologize."
Iason turned on him angrily. "This is the very problem, Riki. You do not know your place. I do not have to explain myself to you. I owe you no apology."
"My place!" Riki was incensed. "You want me to 'know my place,' do you?"
"You're my pet. You seem to forget so easily."
"Is that really all I am? Just your pet?"
Iason's face was tight with rage. "What else would you be?"
~o0o~
"I’m letting you go," Iason announced. "Go home. Go back to your slum."
"What?" Riki looked up from the book in his lap. "What did you say?" His mouth hung open, slack with shock.
"Leave. You want to leave, so go." Iason poured himself a drink and circled around the room to his usual seat, passing behind the furniture instead of just walking the straight path to his chair. But instead of sitting, he walked to the window and looked out into the overcast afternoon. "You can take your motorcycle and any clothing you have. In fact, I insist."
Riki crossed the carpet to stand at Iason's side. He touched his elbow and was surprised when Iason flinched. "Iason, I can't just―"
"Ah, of course. The pet ring." He poked at the buttons on his wrist display and Riki felt a faint vibration at the base of his cock. "If you'd be so good as to retrieve it for me…" He held his hand out, palm up, not meeting Riki's eyes.
Riki unbuttoned his jeans, reached in and fished out the metal band. He dropped it on the palm of Iason's glove. His mouth felt very dry. He felt stupid standing in Iason's living room with his pants undone, Iason refusing to look at him. It felt as though his heart were being gouged out with a dull knife.
"You should go while it's still early," Iason said lightly. "Go find your friends. I'm sure they've wondered where you've been."
"I'm not telling them," Riki said. "They wouldn't understand."
"Whatever you choose to tell them is up to you." Iason set his drink down on a table and wrapped his arms around himself with a shiver. "I won't be interfering with your decisions any longer." There was a distinct edge of self-pity to his tone. Riki reached for him, beseeching, but Iason stiffened at his touch.
"Iason, please―"
Iason cleared his throat, but still would not turn, would not face Riki. "A year. You have a year of freedom."
Riki swallowed hard. "And after a year?"
"A lot can happen in a year," Iason said. "Things change so fast."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Iason turned and smiled, and for a moment he looked like his usual self--studiedly blank, but very much alive behind the mask. "I don't know," he said. "Come back and ask me again in a year."
tbc
Iason pushed his pale hair back over his shoulder. "Why are you still dressed?" he said somewhat crossly. "Take off those clothes."
"Where is the other?" Riki asked, although he knew this wouldn't be a performance. "Where's Enil? Or is it Daryl this time?"
"There will be no other." Iason crossed his arms over his broad chest, frowning. "Make yourself ready. Stop stalling."
"You're not supposed to want me," Riki said, slightly embarrassed by the note of triumph in his voice. "You're not supposed to have me."
"You think you're so special," Iason said, shaking his head. "I hate to disappoint you, but this isn't the first time an owner has decided to be with a pet. You're very self-important." He crossed the carpet to stand before Riki, almost on top of him, and looked down into Riki's upturned face. "I put up with a lot of nonsense from you, you know." The brief touch of his lips was chaste, and surprisingly sweet. He stepped back and let his yellow robe fall from his shoulders, fluttering to the floor, then unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He was white and smooth as marble, his hair like poured cream flowing over the sleek angles of his body. His big cock was oddly beautiful, absolutely idealized. Again, Riki was reminded that Iason was something made, not born. Naked and very perfect, he walked past Riki and said, "Come to bed."
Riki pulled his t-shirt over his head and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Iason watched from the bed, propped up on an elbow on sheets the color of saffron. His skin was very white against the burning gold. His long hair pooled at his elbow and more strands fell across his chest, almost hiding a small, pink nipple. When Riki was finally naked, Iason said nothing, but drew back the sheet in wordless invitation.
Riki shifted nervously from foot to foot. He started to cover his groin with his hands but made himself stop, his hands returning to hang clenched at his sides.
"What's the matter?"
Riki surprised himself by telling the truth. "I'm frightened."
"Of me?" Iason seemed genuinely surprised.
"Yes."
Iason sighed and repeated, "Come to bed." When Riki still hesitated, Iason's eyes narrowed and he added, "Or I'll come get you."
"And you wonder why I'm frightened." But Riki slid between the sheets to lay stiff on his back. Iason was very near, very large. Heat radiated from his body, carrying a deep, delicious scent of cool earth and crushed flowers. Riki took surreptitious sips of the air, letting Iason's scent fill his lungs.
Iason looked down into his face and touched him carefully, fingers at the hollow of his throat, and then traced the lines of his collarbones. Riki held his breath, lying rigid and staring at the ceiling. The pads of Iason's fingers were soft and cool, drawing little circles around Riki's tightening nipples.
"You have such beautiful skin," Iason murmured. "Jupiter always taught us that Ceres made nothing but monsters, but you're so fine and soft…" He moved closer, the warmth of his flesh raising a chill along the length of Riki's body. His touch was sensual and gentle; he was nothing like the disinterested, dominating man who seemed profoundly bored by Daryl's torture sessions. Riki felt a shiver of pleasure as Iason's silky hair slid over his skin and tangled in his fingers. Riki sighed, remembering Guy's long hair sweeping over his chest.
Iason bent to over him, his breath hot and moist against Riki's pulse. An eyetooth sank into his earlobe near to the point of pain, and a sucking kiss at the angle of his jaw threatened to bruise. Riki arched his neck to expose more skin and Iason gathered him closer, pulling Riki to lie against him full-length. Riki wrapped an arm around Iason's neck, pliant and willing. His cock was half-erect, growing harder, and Iason reached for it, a lingering touch tracing the muscles of Riki's hip before taking him in hand.
Riki lifted his hips against the circle of Iason's fist, threw both arms around the pale neck, and moaned like an animal.
If he'd had any self-respect left, he would have fought. He should have fought.
Iason threw a leg over Riki's hip, erections sliding side-by-side. The hot, insistent weight of Iason's cock shocked Riki alert. Too big, and the memory of pain made him panic. "No," he said, breaking a kiss. "You can't." He struggled in Iason's embrace, his cock deflating.
"Shh. It's okay." Iason stroked his back soothingly but didn't let him go. Riki trembled miserably, his limbs drawn up in fear. When Iason shifted his grip, Riki kicked out, shoved hard against Iason's chest and tried to force his way free. Iason just held on until Riki's fit of fright passed, then drew him close. "I don't want to hurt you," Iason warned. He reached down between Riki's quaking thighs. "You must stop struggling."
"Let me go," Riki whispered, his voice cracking. "Please." He pushed again at Iason's chest, dug his fingers into the muscles of his arms, and tried to pry himself loose. He tried to get a knee between Iason's thighs, but Iason merely shifted, covering Riki with his huge, heavy body, and holding his wrists. Panicking under the weight, Riki thrashed and bucked until he was out of breath and exhausted. When he was still, Iason slowly shifted off of his body. Holding Riki's wrists with one hand, Iason touched his face with the other. "I can't let you go."
"I hate you." Even more, Riki hated the way he sounded, like a helpless child.
"You won't always," Iason promised. He lowered his head for a kiss, his hair covering them like a curtain. Soft lips, tongue warm and wet, deftly explored Riki's mouth. Riki melted, hating himself for it, but even as they kissed, he tried to squirm out from beneath Iason's heavy limbs. His breath caught in his throat when Iason's hard cock rubbed against his leg, but Iason took his hand by the wrist and forced him to touch the thin, hot skin. He felt the tip nudge wet against his palm and was surprised when Iason gasped and hunched against him, burying his face in Riki's throat. "Oh!" His grip tightened painfully on Riki's wrist.
Despite his fear, or maybe because of it, Riki's cock stood out stiff and fat. Once again, Iason reached for him and Riki jerked away from his touch. "No!" Riki said roughly. "I don't want―."
"It doesn't matter what you want," Iason whispered hoarsely, showing a hint of irritation. "You should understand that by now." He got awkwardly to his knees and held Riki's hands down at his sides, at each hip. "Remember who you are," he said, sounding spoiled and selfish. "This is about what I want." He retrieved the heavy silk sash of his robe from the floor and pinned Riki's arms above his head, binding them together with the silk. While Riki swore and struggled, Iason made soothing sounds and tied the ends of the sash to the headboard of the bed.
Riki tried to kick, but Iason held his legs and bent over him, the point of his tongue circling Riki's right nipple and teasing it erect. Iason sucked it to a stiff peak, then soothed it with the flat of his tongue while Riki bucked against the weight across his legs and jerked at his restraints. He repeated it on the left side, then the right again, back and forth until Riki was whimpering, anger overshadowed by arousal. He could feel each lick in his cock. Iason pulled off a shiny, wet nipple and blew across the swollen skin; Riki cried out and struggled anew, desperate for pressure on his erection.
Iason sucked kisses down the line of Riki's body, lifting his head to admire the red marks as they faded. He bent to lick at the slickness on Riki's belly beneath the straining head of his cock.
Riki groaned, "Please!" but he didn't want to be untied. He wanted to be sucked.
Iason smiled. "You like this." He slid down until his forearms bracketed Riki's hips, swollen cock bobbing just beneath his mouth.
"Please!" Riki whimpered. Iason smiled again, and lowered his head. One long lick, from base to head, and then Riki's cock was enveloped in dense, wet heat. When he looked down, he saw only blond hair and broad shoulders, but he felt the tight pressure of Iason's lips, the rub of his tongue along the underside of his shaft. He was just a few moments of determined suction away from orgasm. Iason lifted his head and Riki caught a glimpse of swollen lips stretched around his cock. He tensed for a few ragged breaths and then came with a shout, his hips lifting hard against Iason's jaw. Iason pulled back, surprised, but recovered and swallowed hungrily, moaning around Riki's softening flesh.
"Riki." Iason propped himself up, beaming, and wiping his mouth with the back of one elegant hand. Riki glared up into the radiant face. "This is how it can be between us, always." Big hands flipped Riki over onto his belly so suddenly that he had no time to struggle. Despite having better leverage in this position, he still couldn't loosen the ties his wrists. Gathering his legs beneath him, he tried to push up to all fours, but Iason simply held him down with a hand between his shoulder blades. Iason wedged a knee between his thighs, pushing them apart, and knelt between them.
"No!" Riki thrashed futilely while Iason simply waited for him to tire out.
"It's all right," Iason said soothingly. His fingers probed between the cheeks of Riki's ass, stroking and teasing. "I'm going to lick you here," he said, simply stating a fact. "You'll like that."
Riki struggled to lift his face from the too-soft pillows. "I won't," Riki gasped. "I'll hate it." He blushed in the dark, knowing it wasn't true. He'd love it.
Arms went around his waist and Iason hugged him a moment, nuzzling the back of his neck. A wet kiss to the base of his spine was followed by the tip of Iason's tongue dipping into the cleft of his ass. Strong hands pushed Riki's thighs further apart, opening him, as Iason's tongue trailed further down to lick at his hole. Riki shuddered at the hot, wet touch of Iason's kiss, too intimate for Master and slave. Iason's tongue traced slow circles, dragging across the tense pucker, making Riki quake with combined lust and anger. It wasn't fair to be tortured like this, made to feel close to someone he wanted so much to hate. Slick pressure at his opening and the tip of Iason's tongue pushed inside. With a startled groan, Riki spread his thighs further of his own accord. Hurriedly, he tried to reverse the maneuver, but he was too late: Iason had already claimed the ground gained, holding him almost painfully wide.
"Please…" Shameful, and he didn't even know what he was begging for. It was too soon for him to come again, and he couldn't take any more of this slow, wet, slippery pleasure. "Please, Iason…"
Iason gave him a final, lingering lick and stretched out beside him. He slipped a hand down the sweat-slick curve of Riki's spine. His cock was hard between them, pressed against Riki's hip. He reached between Riki's thighs and fingered his slick hole. "You're ready for me, aren't you?"
At his words, Riki started shaking again. "No. Please."
Iason sighed and pushed just the tip of a finger into Riki's body, making him gasp. His voice quavering, Riki demanded, "Do you get off on forcing me? On rape? "
"It's not rape," Iason replied serenely. He licked Riki's ear and murmured, "It's not possible to rape a slave."
He rolled Riki onto his back again, forced a knee between his thighs. His cock stood out dark and hard and huge. The head was nearly as big as a fist, slick at the slit. Wet fingers, slippery with lube, pushed into Riki's ass. "Mmm…you're so hot," he whispered. "So smooth and tight."
"You're hurting me," Riki lied. When Iason withdrew his fingers just far enough to add another, Riki bit his lips so as not to betray himself with any moans of pleasure. Between gritted teeth, he hissed, "You're too big, Iason. Too big everywhere."
"Human bodies can take a lot," Iason said, soothing but unconcerned. "They're very elastic." He positioned himself between Riki's thighs, pushed his knees back and rubbed the wet head of his cock between the cheeks of Riki's ass.
Riki pulled against the silk sash and pleaded, "Don't. Please don't. You'll hurt me. You did before."
"It will only hurt at first," Iason said, "You're prepared this time." He leaned over and whispered into Riki's ear. "I've wanted this since I first saw you in the street." He reached between Riki's thighs, guiding the head of his cock, fat as a plum, to push against the tense hole. Riki braced his feet against Iason's hips in an attempt wriggle out of range, but Iason held him fast.
Riki couldn't see their point of contact, but he could see Iason's face soften as he entered Riki's body, cheeks flushed and lip held between his teeth. The stretch in Riki's ass wouldn't end, the burn wouldn't ease. Riki twisted at his bonds and tried to control his fear with deep breaths. "It hurts," he said. "Please."
"Just a little more." Iason shifted, sank in deeper. "It will get better, Riki, I promise." Riki squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, swallowing his protests. Finally, he felt Iason's hipbones pressed tight to his ass, and felt each beat of Iason's heart transferred through the thick heat of his cock. Riki shuddered and let slip a tiny sound of pain.
Iason's hand cupped his face, thumb stroking his cheekbone, followed by a soft brush of lips. "Beautiful." Tentative pump of his hips that made Riki's eyes roll back in his head, a white flash of fire spreading from ass to cock, out his fingertips and the tip of his tongue. The shape of Iason's cock moved through him, in and out, then deeper, rubbing sparks through the center of his body, a thin line of ecstasy trailing the agony. Riki opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was a soft grunt. He pushed up with his hips, meeting Iason's thrust, and was rewarded with a bright, brief stab of pleasure and a gasp from his Master.
He begged again, but this time for, "More. Please, Iason."
Iason slipped an arm beneath him and lifted him into a hard kiss. Riki tasted blood on bruised lips. He struggled against the silk, but this time he wanted his arms free to wrap around Iason's back and bring him closer, get leverage to fuck him harder. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Iason's waist and dug his heels into the small of the broad back.
If he had chosen it, if their history were any different, he'd have said this was the best fuck of his life. Maybe it was anyway. Eyes screwed shut, jaw clenched, Riki threw his head back and came with a long wail. His semen was hot and sticky between their skins and Iason's eyes widened when he felt it splash on his belly.
"Oh, yes," he said, kissing Riki's face, and the exposed length of his neck. A few more snaps of his hips, and then Iason called for him urgently, thrusting in deep and staying still, his cock pulsing. Riki moaned at the heat of it and turned his face against the skin of his own arm, angrily smearing the tears from his eyes as he did so.
What had he done? Hard on the heels of the initial wave of euphoria, he was sickened. He'd not only been fucked by his captor, but he'd enjoyed it. He'd wanted it, urging him on. He lay twitching with aftershocks, Iason still half-hard inside him. He wanted to be able to tell himself that he hadn't liked it, and he wanted that to be the truth.
Iason withdrew slowly, touching Riki with gentle, reverent strokes. "Riki, look at me."
Because he felt composed enough to glare, Riki did so.
Iason touched his angry, tense face and said, "You belong to me."
Riki hadn't the strength to protest.
~~~
Riki woke up pinned beneath the heavy weight of Iason's arm. His ass throbbed with pain and he had to piss. As he struggled to extricate himself from their tangle of limbs, Iason jolted awake and reached for him.
"Riki? What are you―?"
"I think you hurt me. I need to use the bathroom."
Iason released him, but sat up and in a worried voice said, "Tell me if you're hurt, please, Riki. I don't want you to be in any pain."
Fucking hypocrite freak. Wincing, Riki walked slowly to the bathroom, his body creaking in protest. He shut the bathroom door and pissed. He sat down and wiped himself, the paper spotted with red. Thankfully, there wasn't much blood.
There was a robe on the back of the door, a blue silky thing. Riki put it on and looked around briefly for something he might use as a weapon. The problem was, he'd always been a street fighter, using his fists. He had no idea what might make a good weapon.
There was a second door to the bathroom, this one leading to a sitting room of some sort. There didn't seem to be anyone around, and Riki slipped silently from room to empty room. He had no plan, but imagined that eventually he'd find some sort of outer door, even just a window, and he'd be able to escape.
He padded barefoot through dark corridors, soft carpet beneath his feet. The only windows he could find were locked, and he could not manage to break the glass with either a heavy ashtray or a small metal sculpture of a woman's head.
The impact against the glass must have set off some sort of alarm. Three guards came for him, subdued him easily, and held him until Daryl arrived.
"Idiot," Daryl scoffed. And then, to the guards, "Follow me."
He was taken back to his little cell in the dormitory and strapped to the bed. After Daryl left, Iason came to see him. He stood in the doorway, dressed in the same blue robe that Riki had thought to run away in. It looked good on him, accentuating his paleness, the color of his eyes.
"You didn't dislike that, did you?" Iason asked sadly. He petted Riki's face with a bare hand, holding his robe tight with the other. "I was careful with you, as careful as I could be."
Riki frowned and turned his head away. No, he hadn't disliked it.
"I want you with me," Iason said, his voice low and insistent. "I want you sleeping beside me, Riki. But you can't keep trying to escape. Stay with me."
"You promised," Riki said. "No more Daryl. You promised." He refused to look at Iason, refused to see the hurt in his eyes. "I want to leave. I don't belong with you."
"But you do." Iason turned Riki's face up, a hand on his chin. "You belong with me. You belong to me. Why would you want to return to the slum?"
"I'm no one's slave there," Riki said, surprising himself with the simplicity of his response. "In Ceres, I'm a man."
"I don't understand what you want," Iason said, frustrated. "I'll give you whatever you need."
"There are things you can't give me."
"Not anything worth having."
"You're right, you don't understand," Riki sighed bitterly.
Iason shook his head, frowning. and left the room.
~o0o~
Two nights later, Riki was taken to Iason's quarters for another attempt at a night together. Once again, they were served delicious food, but this time Riki didn't taste it. Naked in the bed, lying stiff on his back with his arms at his sides, Riki asked, "How many others?"
"How many others what?" Iason's long, cool hand stroked from the hollow of Riki's throat down to the first curls of pubic hair, then back up again. "Have I been with, do you mean? None. You're the first one, Riki. I don't want any other."
Iason had been a virgin? Hiding his surprise, Riki sneered. "What kind of thing is that to say? Have you forgotten that I'm your prisoner?"
"You're my pet," Iason corrected him. He leaned in, put his face close to Riki's. "You're mine. I knew it as soon as I saw you. That's why you're here, Riki. You belong to me." Iason's intensity was unnerving. "You were out of place on the street. This is where you fit."
"You're crazy." Riki turned his face away.
"Maybe. But it doesn't make it any less true."
After a pause, Riki said, "I don't believe you. You must have done this before. You're too practiced."
"You don't have to believe me," Iason countered. "Your opinion is of little consequence. But I'll take it as a compliment anyway."
"Who says it was meant as a compliment?"
"I could kill you for insulting me," Iason offered. "And no one would fault me." He drew Riki close and kissed him. "Of course you meant it as a compliment."
~~~
Iason fucked him, sucked his cock, fucked him again. Riki bucked his hips up against Iason's mouth, tangled his fingers in the long hair, and emptied down the graceful throat. He arched his back and spread his thighs to make it easier for Iason fuck him, and clawed at the bedding when he came. When they were done, he let Iason draw him close, and he slept the entire night nestled close against his Master's chest.
He woke before Iason did, and watched him swim up out of sleep. He told himself that he'd participated willingly only to avoid further punishment, but he didn't entirely believe it. His body ached, every muscle taxed by Iason's greater size and strength, but this time he didn't mind so much, and that worried him.
He decided he hated Iason, truly hated him, but then Iason opened his eyes and smiled, and Riki didn't know any more.
As a result of his changed relationship with Iason, when Riki entered a room that Daryl was in, Daryl was required to leave it.
Iason liked to take Riki with him to appointments. Katze would drive, and then he'd wait in the car with Riki while Iason carried out his business. It wasn't unusual for an owner to travel around with a pet or pets for company, although Riki knew Iason's friends didn't approve of Iason parading him all over Tanagura.
It was humiliating that Iason felt Riki needed watching. Still, Katze, at least, would talk to him. Katze knew what it was like, being in-between. Blondies might use Katze's services, but they sneered at him when his back was turned. They didn't seem to realize that he knew this.
The ever-present cigarette dangled from the corner of Katze's mouth. "I saw Guy last week," he said, his tone casual. "He's doing all right."
"You didn't--" Riki began, but then he stopped himself. Of course Katze hadn't told Guy where Riki was, or what he'd been doing. Katze gave him a look, almost pitying. "That's good," Riki said quietly. "Thank you for telling me."
If anyone knew… Riki cracked the car window and exhaled a plume of smoke out at the dirty sky. If Guy or any of the other members of the Bison gang had any idea where Riki was, what he was doing, they wouldn't have believed it. He'd always been the leader, the decision-maker. Guy had fucked him because he liked being fucked; Riki had always been the dominant personality.
Casually, Katze offered, "Iason tells me that he's going to let you start going out on your own soon. You'll be glad to be rid of me, I'm sure. And I certainly have better business to attend to."
Riki clenched his jaw angrily. "Yeah," he said. "It's great." Then, unable to stop himself, he added, "You'd never guess I'd lived by my wits for years, would you?"
Katze lit another cigarette and said. "Wits. Yes, well, that's what got you into this situation, isn't it?"
Riki just looked at him, eyes narrowed. He scrambled for a comeback but…all he could do was glare. Pout. Katze snickered and lit another cigarette.
Riki was never going to be at home in Eos. It just wasn't done for a Pet to live in his Master's house, and even though there was a condo in Apatia with Riki's name on the deed, it was just for show. None of the other pets spent nights in Iason's house unless there was a party or some other entertainment planned, and it was too late for Riki to become friends with them, anyway. He was too different. They'd all become pets willingly, even eagerly, submitting themselves to the Academy for training. Riki had been kidnapped off the street. The rest of Iason's pets were fair-skinned, like all valuable specimens, but Riki was tanned and his hair wasn't just dark, but black. And although none of them would spend more than 18 months in Iason's care, Riki was well into his second year of captivity. While he was clearly Iason's favorite, it was impossible for anyone else to know how to treat him, how to behave around him. His presence made everyone, Elite and pet alike, uncomfortable.
Every fact of his existence isolated him. He was absolutely and utterly alone.
None of Iason's friends―who were also his colleages―approved of Iason's attachment to Riki. Becoming too fond of any pet was frowned upon, and Iason didn't even try to deny the rumors that Riki was "special" to him. Iason's closest friend, Raoul, was openly hostile, condemning the relationship and claiming that any happiness Iason believed he felt was only temporary and predicted grave repercussions.
When Raoul visited, Iason suggested that Riki find ways to occupy himself in the far, quiet corners of the house.
After Raoul left, Iason seemed particularly preoccupied. Riki brought him a drink and asked, "Raoul has been haranguing you, hasn't he? He wants you to release me."
Iason smiled ruefully. "But you know that I don't listen to Raoul."
Riki shrugged. "It's always worth a try."
"Do you hate it so much here?" A frown of concern creased Iason's perfect brow, if only momentarily.
"You don't hear my complaints," Riki pouted.
"I hear you. You say you're lonely," Iason replied. "But there are other pets here. They know you are special to me. They should be eager to befriend you."
"They aren't the sort of company I want."
"Well, if you're going to be judgmental…" Iason replied. And then he turned back to his newsreader.
If there had ever been an opportunity for Riki to freely choose, he might have chosen this. But there was never any choice, and he was no longer allowed to make decisions for himself. He woke with Iason sleeping beside him and thought to kill him, not for the first time. A knife in the throat, a gush of blood that he always imagined as purple, like wine, though when he had seen Iason's blood in the past, it was merely red. Ordinary and startlingly human.
But, instead of killing him, he pushed the hair off of Iason's face and watched him sleep, admiring the cool beauty of his face in repose. The glow of his skin was like quartz--something Riki knew about only because Iason had shown it to him. Iason liked to bring him beautiful things and drew comparisons, both overt and subtle, between Riki and these objects.
He smoked a cigarette and watched Iason's fingers twitch on the edge of the blanket, reaching across the cool sheet in search of Riki's skin. If he ever decided to do it, to kill his Master, Raoul would delight in seeing to the punishment. He'd petition Jupiter to be allowed to choose the mode of execution. Raoul would want to see Riki fucked to death, no doubt. Fucked to death by pets.
When he was through with the cigarette, he kissed Iason's forehead and eased down beneath the sheets. Iason murmured something too garbled to be real words and pulled him close with a contented sigh.
He would keep his options open. Someday he might do it, but probably not any time soon.
"Raoul wants you," Riki offered, rolling over, out from beneath Iason's arm. "That's my theory. He wants you to release me so that he can take my place."
"You must not speak so disrespectfully." Iason stretched and yawned. His hair was in tangles, and his skin was flushed and sleep-warm. His big, sleek body radiated heat. He reached for Riki and drew him back close inside the curve of his arms. Riki shifted a little and felt the point of Iason's chin against the top of his head, strands of silvery hair sliding across his lips.
"Why is it you Blondies don't fuck one another?" Riki squirmed experimentally, but Iason wasn't letting him go. "Why is it against the rules?"
"We're sterile," Iason replied. "You know this." His hand slipped down to rest on Riki's belly, just above the base of his cock.
Riki shifted his hips and Iason's hand followed, fingers cupping his balls. He swallowed a groan and said, "That's not an answer, Iason. It makes no sense. You and Raoul couldn't have children anyway. Why can't you fuck him?"
"Why are you so adamant that Raoul and I should have sex? Perhaps you'd like to watch?" But Iason laughed into Riki's hair, which reassured him that he hadn't offended his Master. And, as Riki was well aware, Iason wasn't much of a voyeur. He liked to participate.
"Truth is," Riki continued, pushing his ass back against Iason's hips, "You don't know why you're not allowed, do you? You don't even know why there are fewer and fewer women each year. Does Jupiter know?"
"Jupiter would tell me if I needed to know," Iason said, in a tone that brooked no discussion. But despite the fact that Riki was veering into dangerous conversational territory, Iason's cock hardened against the backs of Riki's thighs.
"Get on your knees," Iason whispered hoarsely. "I plan on fucking you very hard."
"For my insolence, I imagine," Riki remarked, rolling over to his knees. "To punish me."
"I don't need to take off my clothes to discipline you," Iason reminded him. "That's not what this is about. I just want to fuck you hard."
Riki said, "No, don't," but groaned and arched his back, lifting his ass high and spreading his thighs wide apart. Iason's fingers brushed over his hole. He pushed back into the touch but said, "Lube, please, Iason. Lots of lube."
Riki braced his hands against the wall and leaned back into each thrust. He could almost feel Iason's cock in the back of his throat, each pump sending shock waves through his body. Iason pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back inside with a cracking jolt to Riki's spine. Riki's cock jerked feebly, only half-hard, but he came with an intensity verging on pain from the stimulation to his prostate. Iason kept moving, solid as a piston, a hand on Riki's waist and the other on the back of his neck, holding his head down. Riki felt small and helpless and it was indescribably nasty for even the hint of subjugation to be so hot.
"God, please," he begged, "Iason! Please come! Please, Iason. You're hurting me!" And it was true, but he didn't care if Iason came immediately or hours later, because he wanted Iason inside him even with the pain, even with the fear that his spine would break in two with the steady pounding of the cock in his ass. And if that happened, it would kill him, which wouldn't be the worst thing to happen, since he couldn't imagine how else he would ever get away. Then Iason shouted his name and slammed into him so hard that his teeth snapped together, just missing his tongue. He felt the heat of Iason's semen deep inside, too deep, the sensation both repulsive and erotic.
Iason laid Riki down on his back, put two fingers in place of his cock and used them to fuck him slowly, his head resting on Riki's chest. Riki gripped handfuls hair and whimpered, rocking his hips against the slow movements of Iason's wrist.
"You like that, don't you?" Iason murmured. "Tell me, Riki. Are you happy?"
"Yesss." Riki laughed, although he wasn't really amused. "Oh, god, yes."
When he opened his eyes, he was startled by his own expression reflected in the mirror. He was on all fours, ass in the air and chest on the floor, and his eyes were molten, mouth blurred with kisses. Iason's hands spanned Riki's hips, and his hair hung in a sheet from his bowed head to brush Riki's back.
Riki said hoarsely, "Look. Look at us."
Iason's head came up and he stared, unfocused, at their reflection. Riki started to push himself off the floor, his arms trembling with the effort, so Iason wrapped his arms around Riki's chest and lifted him. Riki's skin was stretched taut where Iason's cock entered his body; his own cock stood stiff and dark against his belly. Riki reached for it, but Iason got there first.
He let his head fall back against Iason's chest, hid behind the tangle of hair―his black with Iason's blond―and reached up and back to twine his arms around Iason's neck. The fingers that stroked him knew his rhythms well, and he came with a rough cry, lifting his face to nuzzle at the underside of Iason's jaw.
Iason groaned, threw his head back, and lifted his hips hard against Riki's ass. A few thrusts, and Riki felt Iason's cock jerk. The pale, beautiful face, usually so impassive, was flushed and vulnerable. Liquid eyes, dark like mercury, met Riki's in the mirror. A hand was spread wide against Riki's belly, above his softening cock, and the other wrapped around his chest. Iason buried his face in Riki's hair and his big body trembled as he drew in a deep breath.
Riki said what he always said, low and uninflected. "Let me go."
Iason always had the same response. "Not yet. It's not enough."
Riki turned his head awkwardly, ignoring the pain in his neck, and kissed Iason with rough urgency. He turned in Iason's arms, wincing as Iason's cock slid out of his ass. He wrapped his arms around Iason's neck, his legs around his waist, and bit at Iason's mouth, growling like an animal. Iason sucked a kiss into Riki's throat and felt between Riki's legs, touching his slick hole, then his cock. Riki ground down against his hand, whimpering with raw need.
"It's not enough," Iason repeated. Riki knew what he meant. It would never be enough.
"What were you waiting for, anyway?" Riki lay with his head on Iason's chest, blowing cigarette smoke at the ceiling. "What made me special?" He felt a little giddy, his bloodstream coursing with endorphins. He paused, waiting to see if Iason would answer, even compliment him, but Iason did not speak. Continuing, Riki added, "You're so much older than me. Wealthy, handsome. I couldn't believe you were still a virgin."
"It didn't mean anything to me," Iason said. "It wasn't important. Virginity is merely a state of being. You're too sentimental."
"That's such shit," Riki said. "You kept souvenirs." He made a gesture toward a crystal bowl containing the lopped heads of dried, red roses. "Those are the flowers from the dinner table on our first night, right?"
When Iason looked at him blankly, Riki said. "Our first night, Iason. Remember? The first time you fucked me."
"You're forgetting," Iason said, his face suddenly cold and shuttered. "That wasn't our first time."
She was a lesson. Once Riki learned it, he never saw her again. Katze brought the girl to the party, a new acquisition for Iason. He handed her over to Iason on a leash. Iason said, "Drop," to the girl, and "Fuck her," to Riki. They were in a room full of Blondies, a penthouse with a panoramic view of the city, and the guests were all Elite. The pets were all pale beauties, and the girl turned up her nose at Riki's dark skin and hair. Iason slapped her across the face, heads turning at the crack of his hand. "Drop," he repeated. Riki slowly lowered himself to his knees behind her. It had been over a year since Iason had forced him to do this, since he'd been part of the entertainment. It had been over a year since Riki had had sex with anyone other than Iason.
He'd believed that his Master cared for him. Well, he'd been wrong.
Over a year since he'd fucked anyone; never, ever had he been allowed to fuck Iason. Over a year, so he put his all into the act, angry eyes on Iason's face the entire time. The girl dug her fingers into the carpet and mewled while Riki drove into her body. She was wet and tight, and her hips felt good under Riki's hands, a perfect fit for the curve of his palms. Iason smoked and looked bored, exhaling clouds at the ceiling, not meeting Riki's eyes. Riki came loudly, grunting out his rage, and the girl yelped and fingered herself, and they all watched her come, too. Some of the onlookers laughed. Riki sat back on his haunches and stared at Iason, trying to convey all the hurt he felt without words.
Riki sulked in the elevator up to Iason's apartment. He could still smell the girl's body on his skin.
"You're angry, I know," Iason said, finally. "But you seemed to have forgotten that I am your Master."
"I hadn't forgotten," Riki replied stiffly, insulted.
"I think you had." Iason peeled off his gloves, using one to brush invisible dust from the front of his draped robe. "You are my pet, Riki. It means you belong to me, not anyone else. Not even to yourself."
Softly, Riki repeated, "I hadn't forgotten."
After an hour spent in an atmosphere of accusatory silence, Iason pushed the newsreader aside and gave his full attention to Riki. "What is it?" He sounded tired.
"What do you think?" Riki snapped. He stabbed out his cigarette and lit another.
Iason sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. "Is this still about the party? What do you expect from me, Riki?"
"I want you to admit that what you did was wrong. I want you to apologize."
Iason turned on him angrily. "This is the very problem, Riki. You do not know your place. I do not have to explain myself to you. I owe you no apology."
"My place!" Riki was incensed. "You want me to 'know my place,' do you?"
"You're my pet. You seem to forget so easily."
"Is that really all I am? Just your pet?"
Iason's face was tight with rage. "What else would you be?"
"I’m letting you go," Iason announced. "Go home. Go back to your slum."
"What?" Riki looked up from the book in his lap. "What did you say?" His mouth hung open, slack with shock.
"Leave. You want to leave, so go." Iason poured himself a drink and circled around the room to his usual seat, passing behind the furniture instead of just walking the straight path to his chair. But instead of sitting, he walked to the window and looked out into the overcast afternoon. "You can take your motorcycle and any clothing you have. In fact, I insist."
Riki crossed the carpet to stand at Iason's side. He touched his elbow and was surprised when Iason flinched. "Iason, I can't just―"
"Ah, of course. The pet ring." He poked at the buttons on his wrist display and Riki felt a faint vibration at the base of his cock. "If you'd be so good as to retrieve it for me…" He held his hand out, palm up, not meeting Riki's eyes.
Riki unbuttoned his jeans, reached in and fished out the metal band. He dropped it on the palm of Iason's glove. His mouth felt very dry. He felt stupid standing in Iason's living room with his pants undone, Iason refusing to look at him. It felt as though his heart were being gouged out with a dull knife.
"You should go while it's still early," Iason said lightly. "Go find your friends. I'm sure they've wondered where you've been."
"I'm not telling them," Riki said. "They wouldn't understand."
"Whatever you choose to tell them is up to you." Iason set his drink down on a table and wrapped his arms around himself with a shiver. "I won't be interfering with your decisions any longer." There was a distinct edge of self-pity to his tone. Riki reached for him, beseeching, but Iason stiffened at his touch.
"Iason, please―"
Iason cleared his throat, but still would not turn, would not face Riki. "A year. You have a year of freedom."
Riki swallowed hard. "And after a year?"
"A lot can happen in a year," Iason said. "Things change so fast."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Iason turned and smiled, and for a moment he looked like his usual self--studiedly blank, but very much alive behind the mask. "I don't know," he said. "Come back and ask me again in a year."
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Date: 2004-05-12 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-12 10:41 pm (UTC)I'm taking that as a compliment ;)
something tells me it probably wouldn't live up to this story anyhow
Well, no, it doesn't--and that's not even me being a grandiose diva. The master/slave/complicated love idea is a compelling one, and the girlie-men are pretty, but the execution is just okay, IMO. Yet, I'm still fixated... I was telling Dana (who wants to see the vid now that she's beta'ed this story) that she'll probably be utterly baffled as to what about this thing compelled me to write 20+ pages of pretty much pure porn.
So, thank you, and YAY! Thanks for reading my totally obscure cartoon story!
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Date: 2004-05-13 10:09 am (UTC)I can burn you a set of CDs if you want--I still have your address.
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Date: 2004-05-13 05:01 am (UTC)i had precicely zero familiarity with this universe or the characters before i started reading, so as far as i'm concerned this is an orignal story born from an insane dream you had where you *thought* you saw a video about it. :D
aside from the unabashed hotness of this piece (which would recommend it to any reader, really), the dialogue here is just so spiffy in general, but some lines just surprised me with their wit and precison, being so exactly right for the moment.
you've given life to characters and a story which was, by your own admission, kinda dead, and it's a *wonderful* life-- this whole story is brimming with tension, sexual and otherwise, and oozes brutal vitality.
i have no interest in seeing the vid cause i know i'll only be disappointed (as is pretty much always the case when i read before i view), but i *totally* want to read more of this story. i'd seen you mention it in your LJ before, and i'm glad you actually posted it, because i would have missed it otherwise, and this really is a great read.
loved it. :D
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Date: 2004-05-13 10:23 am (UTC)In a sense, you're right. Since I wrote a timeframe that actually isn't shown in the vid, it really does come entirely from my busy little brain ;)
You say you don't want to see the vid (but if you change your mind, I'd be glad to send you a CD), and I totally understand. Having first written this story and only then coming across translations of the novel, I was horrified to see what the author--the originator of the characters, mind you, whose version obviously is the "correct" one--had done with Iason and Riki both. You mention "wit and precision" which are very flattering to me--but apparently the very dry humor I got from Iason onscreen is actually meant to be emotionless cruelty. And I hated Riki in the novel. I wish I hadn't read it :(
So, yeah, I'm just considering mine an original in its own right ;)
And thank you again. You give lovely feedback!
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Date: 2004-05-13 10:27 am (UTC)May I say that I love your writing (again)?
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Date: 2004-05-13 01:14 pm (UTC)You can say that as often as you like! ;)
I'm enjoying my forays into anime and manga quite a bit. While I think some of the storylines suffer from translation/cultural issues (or maybe some are just crap!), the art can be so beautiful and sexy. It's been really fun to write characters other than Clark and Lex, and I can see now why so many anime fandom fics I've seen tend to the rather florid prose...the characters are all ready-made drama queens! They have ridiculous hair and eye colors! They have magic powers! It's the Land of Mary Sues! It's a hell of a lot of fun ;)
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Date: 2004-05-13 12:48 pm (UTC)Hot, deprived, captivating and the best - teh very best of all comes at the end- tbc!!!!!!
Riki doesn't get what was 'the' first time (not totally sure I do) - was it the first 'consesual' in the bedroom? And bc Riki doesn't get it Iason punishes him by fucking the girl?
I am not very good at meta or beta or whatever you call indepth feedback; just instinctively I say that this is very hot story, so many scenes that are just yummy.
I probably I won't be reading anything (well except if there is an apealing recc I catch) in this fandom again - but I will be happy awaiting hte next installment.
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Date: 2004-05-13 01:09 pm (UTC)I perhaps could have set up the usual pet antics with a scene or two. Their usual role is to perform for their Masters and also at parties. Iason had basically removed Riki from such duties, keeping him for himself, but when he felt that Riki was feeling a little too equal in their relationship, then, yes, he punished him by treating him like a regular pet, making him fuck the girl in front of everyone. He does it because he's a mean, pretty android used to getting his way, even if he does really love Riki ;)
I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I hope you enjoy the next sections, as well.
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Date: 2004-05-13 05:09 pm (UTC)WE'RE GOING TO BE IN NEW YORK TOMORROW!!!!!! just in case you forgot.
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Date: 2004-05-13 06:45 pm (UTC)Riki is the pegboy of the future!!!!
(oh, and amusingly, as i was reading your write up of AnK, i was like "this looks familiar", and I realize i had come across a review of this movie once a while ago, and posted about it that it needed to be made into a movie with Lex as the Blondie and Clark as the pet!!!!)
Anyway, soooooo hot. So very very very VERY HOT.
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Date: 2004-05-13 07:49 pm (UTC)He is the pegboy of the future! And, yes, there is a certain Lex/Clark dynamic happening here, but with the added bonus of perverted sex that is definitely in character ;)
You should definitely tell all your perverted friends list people to read this and then help swell my head with hot, divaesque praise gases.
WOOO!!! I'll be seeing you tomorrow night! I'm so excited! I guess I'd better pack...
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Date: 2004-05-13 07:10 pm (UTC)Interesting choice you took with Iason's perspective. It came across very clearly that Iason believed Riki was a thing, but despite that managed to develop feelings for his possession. Also interesting choice with the girl slave. I was wondering if you were going to put her in there. In the movie it's very unclear of her place in the story, but I've read on a couple of websites that according to the novels Riki managed to fall in love with her, and Iason killed her. Or she died some other way in pet duties, but I can't remember that clearly. There is a website that translates some of the comics, but the translator does such a bad job with the English translation that I gave up.
I'll be looking forward to any other Ai no Kusabi stories you write.
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Date: 2004-05-13 07:45 pm (UTC)So, basically, I'm considering mine an alternate version now. And, obviously, it's the one I prefer ;)
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Date: 2004-05-14 07:40 am (UTC)I've only ever read smalville slash, but this is *good*.
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Date: 2004-05-21 11:57 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it. This is my first anime fandom fic, but I have ideas for at least two more stories in the AnK universe, and I'll be posting them to
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Date: 2004-05-17 08:53 am (UTC)I resisted this. I resisted it for a long time.
And now I feel like Riki - what was I resisiting? and WHY??
The sex is amazing, and the enslavement is very effectively drawn. I like how riki's attitude never really changes, so much as it becomes multi-layered. He moves from a simple one-to-one perception of pet= bad, Iason=bastard, to a netowrk of related feelings that encompass his earlier rage, but include all the dreams and love and desire that comes along with the human psyche trying to cope with this situation.
Very well done.
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Date: 2004-05-21 12:43 pm (UTC)There were a number of things about the original--the social setting, the fact that Iason isn't exactly human, Riki's obvious conflict--that gave me a little more insight into a Master/slave dynamic than I typically have. It has always seemed a little tiring to me in RL--having to think all the time about what someone else can and cannot do and telling them so and policing it. It's a lot of work, and in our society it's either artificial or abusive.
However, the AnK society sets a Master/slave dynamic up as the norm and Riki's attitude is actually very unusual. I think his eventual adjustments bring him to a mental position that most of his peers would have exhibited at the start of such an arrangement. And poor, freaky Iason with his emotional attachment is really in a worse position than Riki. Or so says I.
Anyway, thank you. I enjoyed writing not-Lex and not-Clark for a little while ;)
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Date: 2004-05-21 12:50 pm (UTC)So, you may read it safely. It's all here. And the other stories will be stand-alones, as well. They're just...connected.
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Date: 2004-05-19 08:06 pm (UTC)Hot.
Good.
More.
(PSA: This is Sparky's computer. She's down to monosyllabic responses. Please ignore the drooling.)
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Date: 2004-05-20 01:31 pm (UTC)Soooooo HOT!
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Date: 2004-05-21 12:55 pm (UTC)And I love your icon. I'm rather fond of eyebrows myself ;)
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Date: 2004-05-31 10:03 am (UTC)yum, pocky!
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Date: 2004-07-09 09:09 pm (UTC)The video left many questions (and I never made it far through the manga) but you've filled in the blanks quite nicely.
Though non-con isn't my thing - but in AnK it's rather expected to some degree - you never went over the top, but incorporated it in a believable, realistic, almost sensual (lordy, is that possible?) manner.
As you wrote parts 1 & 2 in May and it's now July, have you continued this fic yet? I scanned through your LJ entries, but tired eyes miss things. Hope you do continue, whenever you have to time/urge.
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Date: 2007-02-20 02:20 am (UTC)Kira Takenouchi
http://www.kirafics.net
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Date: 2007-02-23 07:27 am (UTC)I responded to your other comment, but I was signed into my other account at the time, so it's possible you would not have realized that the msg was, in fact, from me :)
I will e-mail you re: your offer. I am very interested in discussing this with you further.
best,
jed
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Date: 2007-02-23 07:12 am (UTC)Again, thanks. I appreciate you taking the time to let me know you enjoyed the story.
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Date: 2007-02-20 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-23 07:07 am (UTC)Thanks for taking the time to let me know you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2007-02-20 06:21 pm (UTC)Re: Another reader referred by Kira
Date: 2007-02-23 07:04 am (UTC)As for Iason being an android...I actually am not too certain about that myself, but it was information I picked up from a posting by someone who had read the novel, so I assumed it was detailed in source material I had no access to. I had requested the vid from Boys On Boys On Film based on the reviews there, but I don't think that's where I got the android notion. Basically, I took some stranger's word for it that he was an android, but I did think that the idea made for some possibly interesting avenues to explore in re: human nature. However, like you, I think that Iason was very human in his responses, regardless of his true nature.
Thanks for taking the time to let me know you enjoyed it - that made my day!
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Date: 2007-02-21 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-23 07:23 am (UTC)As for Kira's stories--I am quite amazed to find that there is an entire site based around AnK fic, and I very much want to read her stories--but I've got something I need to finish first. As it happens, I started several AnK pieces when I wrote this one, and it was just a few days ago that I decided I wanted to work on those old files again. A rather timely decision, it seems :) Howver, until I finish up my AnK piece, I am hesitant to read another version of the universe. Once it's done, though, I'm heading straight to her site :)
Thanks for taking the time to let me know you liked the story.
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