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Jupiter Cuts a Deal

A crackfic by Sefiru

Here it is, my april fools special! This is my first post in the main Anime section, but some of you may be familiar with my Yuyu Hakusho and Dragonball fics. (If not, please go check them out *nudge*) This fic is entirely gratuitous and is not meant to be taken seriously by anyone.

Warnings: NC-17, Yaoi, bondage, anal, toys

Pairing: Riki/Iason

Disclaimer: I do not own Ai No Kusabi in any way, shape or form.

Summary: Based on the anime only. After Dana Burn, Jupiter revives both Iason and Riki, but she has a few changes in mind.

***

      Riki woke up, much to his surprise. Come on – collapsing of blood loss inside a burning factory wasn’t something any man would expect to survive. Was this the afterlife, then? He sure couldn’t feel any of his injuries. If he was lucky, Iason would be here too, and if he was really lucky he could give the Blondie a few pops for being such a screwed-up bastard.

     He sat up. A hole appeared in the afterlife theory: he was obviously in a hospital room, not something the hereafter had any use for unless your idea of paradise was very, very kinky. Riki didn’t swing that way. Therefore, it could be that he was still alive. On the plus side, he had no injuries and his equipment had been restored – he gave himself a quick grope to make sure. And, although he was naked, there was a pile of clothing on a little table at the foot of the bed. Real clothing, not the postage stamps that pets were supposed to wear; things were looking up.

     He dressed himself: boxers, jeans, tshirt, boots, jacket. There were two other things on the table; one of them was a knife, a sleek custom made job that must have cost thousands, perfectly balanced for his hands. Why do I get the feeling someone really, really wants me to like them? He shrugged and fastened the knife and scabbard to his waistband. I’ll do their first job for saving my ass, but after that, they’d better pay me. The last item was a folded note. Its printed letters stated, “Riki: welcome back to the living world. When you feel ready to talk, please proceed into the next room.”

       How vague. Riki could just see Iason curling his lip as he said that. But there was nothing else to do here, and only one door. So he went through it. On the other side was an even more empty room, with nothing in it but a bench to one side and no people present at all. Just his luck to wake up during coffee break. He shrugged, sat down on the bench and waited for something to happen.

       This was even weirder than usual for his life. First there was getting molested by a Blondie in a cheap motel room (granted, it was his own fault for offering on that one), then getting dragged off to Eos to be a pet. Then that whole year of freedom thing, where he’d not only discovered that he couldn’t get Iason out of his mind, but that he couldn’t get it up for anything that wasn’t the color of a school bus. (Bloody hell.) And Guy getting jealous – he could understand that – and cutting his wang off – which was going a bit too far – and then collapsing a building on top of him – psychotic much? Then Iason had come looking for him and risked his own life rather than leave Riki behind, which proved he really did care, the fuckwit. Now if he’d only get over the delusion that he was on top for any reason other than that pet ring …

       Someone settled onto the bench beside him; funny, he hadn’t heard anyone come in. A clear female (!) voice said, “good morning, Riki. How do you feel?”

       “Pretty good, considering I was half dead before. I guess I can thank you for getting me out of that?”

       “I couldn’t very well leave you there. Iason is the best administrator I have, and he’s made it quite clear where his priorities are.”

       Riki’s head whipped up and he took a good look at the figure beside him. It wasn’t a human at all – a woman’s face of shining metal, floating above a collection of hovering blocks that only roughly resembled a body. “You’re … Jupiter, aren’t you?”

       “Yes, I am.” The head segment tilted slightly, giving the impression that she was smiling. “I’m here to offer you a deal.”

       “O … kay.” He could definitely add this to his list of things he’d never expected would happen. “I guess you’re not as much of a stuffed shirt as your rep says.”

       “Oh, I usually act like a stuffed shirt because that’s what the Blondies expect; for this meeting I selected the speech style that you would be most comfortable with. Will you listen?”

       “Yeah, I’ll listen. This has something to do with Iason, doesn’t it? How is he?”

       “He is still in treatment; after all, he lost much more body mass than you did. He is due to wake in four days.”

        “Huh. And you rescued us, even though he was banging me when he shouldn’t have been?”

        “Indeed.” Jupiter shifted to a pointing arrangement, and a large image of Iason appeared on the opposite wall. “I’ll have you know, I made that rule against Blondies having sex for a very good reason. You know they’re engineered to be smarter and stronger than the other classes; their senses have been greatly enhanced, too.”

        “Wait, you mean …”

        “Yes. If I allowed Blondies to have proper sex, they’d never get anything else done.” Riki’s jaw hung open. It explained a lot about how horny Iason was all the time, and why their actions were so looked down on – social nothing else would stop people from screwing around. Jupiter went on, “In Iason Mink’s case, the amount of time he spent working dropped by half after he acquired you. However, the quality of the work he did do improved by fifty percent. I believe that if an outside control were placed on his sexual activity, a balance could be reached. This would be your job.”

        “So, I’d be on top in our relationship?”

        “Yes. My only restriction would be that Iason may not reach climax unless he has completed a certain amount of work during the day.”

       Riki didn’t like the sound of that. “Wait, we can’t have sex if you don’t like the work he does?”

       “I didn’t say that. Only Iason is restricted; you may do whatever you like. Hold out your hand.”

       A small metal rectangle floated onto Riki’s palm: a pet ring controller. He suddenly grinned. “Are you sure this isn’t Heaven?”

***

      They spent several hours hashing out the details, from pay, to housing, to the exact rules that Iason would have to adhere to. Riki was this close to jumping for joy (for the first time since he was three): the mighty Blondie, Iason Mink, with a pet ring on his thingie. Payback time, beyotch! He’d bagged his own suite in the penthouse, a brand-new motorbike, a princely salary and an unlimited expense account for “toys”. Not only that, he was free to do whatever he wanted – the only requirement of his job was to give Iason pleasure when he did his work, and withhold it when he didn’t. Around about dinner time Jupiter bid him farewell and marked him a path to the exit, where a familiar car was waiting.

       “Riki!” called Katze, crushing his cigarette butt on the pavement. “They said you survived, but I didn’t believe it. Shoulda known better.” They clapped each other on the shoulders and then climbed in the car. “What about His High Blondie-ness?”

       “Miz J said he’s still out. He did lose both legs above the knee, remember.”

       “Miz J?”

       “Yeah. I’m working for the big boss now – and wait til you hear what’s in my contract.”

***

       Iason drifted slowly into consciousness, first becoming aware of his sense of touch. To his initial puzzlement, he felt no pain; in fact, for being crushed by a falling building, his body felt remarkably intact. He concluded by this that he was either in a hospital undergoing treatment or in the formerly mythical afterlife. Smell came next, accompanied by the non-odor of sterile air, confirming the hospital theory and relegating the hereafter to the theoretical – at least for the foreseeable future. Therefore, the fabric against his skin was a bedsheet, its fine weave indicating an elite facility. Although that could be assumed for someone of his rank.

       Assumptions are a plebian habit, he heard the drone of one of his professors. Blondies do not assume. We draw conclusions from observed data. Iason snorted; he was far beyond worrying about propriety at this point. After he had gone into that building after Riki – Riki! His eyes flicked open. Had his mongrel also been retrieved? He recalled with vivid clarity how Riki had returned to his side, giving up his own chance at survival to stay with him to the end. After Iason had essentially done the same; he supposed that he could dispense with any attempt at making a pet out of Riki after that.

       A door hissed and slid open, revealing the very object of his pondering. Grinning, healthy, encased in black leather, and by the bulge in his pants, fully restored. Iason let his eyes travel over the other man’s form. “Riki …”

      Riki laughed. “You were right, Miz J, he has got it bad.”

      “Indeed.” The second, feminine, voice startled Iason out of his reverie to see that Jupiter was standing right next to Riki. And he hadn’t even noticed her! He started to stammer an apology, but she stopped him with an upraised hand. “I am aware of where your priorities lie, Iason Mink. As your work is invaluable to me, I will allow you two to remain together. However, since you, Iason, have proved unable to control your libido, I will assign that responsibility to someone else.”

       “Wha – huh?” He responded, much to his own embarrassment. Riki cocked an eyebrow at him.

       “Dude, what are you on?”

       “Five different painkillers,” Jupiter replied. “And no, you can’t have any.”

       “Crap.”

       “That, however, could be provided.”

       Iason gaped, trying to wrap his drug-addled mind around the fact that Jupiter had just cracked a joke. And with Riki, of all people! The black-haired man simply answered, “No, thank you.”

       “To reiterate,” Jupiter continued, “I am allowing you to continue your relationship with Riki, as you seem to find it motivational. But since you cannot balance your work and entertainment responsibly, Riki has agreed to assist with this. If you would demonstrate?”

        “Heheh.” Riki’s fingers moved minutely, and Iason felt a jolt of warmth in his groin, followed immediately by a jolt of pain. Realization came quickly. Riki smirked at his gaping expression. “Miz J, I think we crashed his brain.”

        “He is a bit confused, but it’s all right. I’ve told him everything I wanted to.”

        “Will he be sober when I get him home?”

        “Yes. I’ll leave you to your private reunion now.” Jupiter’s components disassembled and zipped out the door; the two men stared at each other. After a moment Riki tossed Iason a bundle of clothing.

        “Let’s blow this joint. Katze is cooking, and you know how he is if you’re late; he’ll burn it on purpose.

        “Indeed, that would be a disaster,” the Blondie agreed absently. The garments he had been given were outwardly respectable but included no underwear; he took a moment as he dressed to confirm that, yes, he was wearing a pet ring. He fastened the last buttons, raised an enquiring eyebrow at Riki – and the black-haired man suddenly swept him backward and kissed him. Wild, ferocious; he remembered why he’d taken the mongrel in the first place. After that, all thoughts of social status, social standards and propriety in general went temporarily out of his mind.

        Riki eventually released him, then simply said, “Come on,” and walked off, leaving Iason to follow him to the waiting car. He spent the ride to Eos in a daze, trying to comprehend that (a) Jupiter had placed a pet ring on him and (b) she had given the controls to Riki. Between this and his near-overwhelming arousal, he didn’t even have the attention to spare to be appalled at Riki’s driving. When the car came to a stop, he seriously contemplated pouncing the mongrel and ravishing him right there, but he was forestalled by the remote control which never left Riki’s hand; given their history, Iason knew he wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

        The Eos penthouse was just as he remembered it. The scent of freshly grilled filet mignon (which Riki persisted in referring to as “steak”) hung in the air. Iason’s stomach growled; it occurred to him that he hadn’t eaten in however long it was since Dana Burn. Katze appeared and greeted them with a proper bow, but with an ironic edge to it that showed he knew all about the new developments between master and pet. (But which was which?) Iason was never going to hear the end of this. During dinner he concentrated on Katze’s report of the state of the black market and ignored Riki’s lascivious grin. It was a difficult task with his genitals feeling like they were about to explode; he was sure he would have climaxed already if his pet ring wasn’t set to suppress. Damnation! Unfortunately Jupiter’s description of his medications was accurate, and by the end of the meal, there not being any alcohol on the table, he was feeling far too sober.

        Katze excused himself in order to clean up the kitchen, and Riki led Iason to what was euphemistically called the Viewing Room. There would be relatively little viewing going on there tonight. Iason balked when he saw the centerpiece: a huge upright cross lacquered black, with a number of chains attached to the corners. Gilded chains. Riki stepped back and gave him a push on the shoulders. “Go on. You’re not scared, are you? Besides, I got one that’s exactly your size.” He slid his arms around Iason’s ribs to reach his buttons; Iason lost brain function for a moment. When he returned to coherency, he was naked and Riki was chaining him to the rack.

        “I can’t wait to have your thick cock up my ass again,” the mongrel said, pulling Iason’s hair over the top of the frame. “But first, I’m going to show you what it’s like to get fucked. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

       Iason panted wordlessly. This situation went against everything he’d ever been taught, every axiom of his logical process. And he had never been so aroused in all his life. Riki the untamed, the untamable, had turned the tables on his captor, with all the qualities that made him attractive writ large and brought to their fullest fruition. Even now, Iason would do anything to feel that skin against his own.

***

       Riki took a moment to admire his handiwork. Luckily he’d gotten Iason chained down before the shock had worn off; in a minute the Blondie would probably start to struggle. Unless Riki distracted him, of course; he sat back in what used to be Iason’s armchair and casually started stripping. He was irresistible and he knew it – Iason’s stare locked onto him, hungry, wanting. By the time his shorts hit the floor the Blondie was yanking at his chains. “Riki!” he yelled. “Let me out of here this instant! I will to come over there and – ”

       “And do what?” Riki picked up the ring controller and hit a button that blocked all sensations of pleasure. Iason went stiff with shock. Smirking, Riki let the button go and hit another that gave a double jolt of pleasure; Iason actually lost his balance.

       Riki laughed out loud. “You’re in no position to make demands, Iason.” He got up to take a closer look. Iason was breathing hard, his skin was beaded with sweat, his eyebrows were drawn down in the glare of lust that Riki knew so well. But this time there was something new: a wildness, a lack of control, something brought on by the chains. He liked it. “You may have been a good lay, Iason, but you were a lousy top, just like I was a lousy bottom. Let’s see what happens when we reverse the polarity, eh?” He couldn’t resist reaching out to scratch the Blondie’s chin. Iason groaned, apparently against his will because he scowled immediately afterward.

       “Hold that thought,” Riki told him, and strolled over to the toy cabinet. He already had his selections for the evening laid out on a tray. “You’re a pervert, but you have no imagination, you know that? The pet catalogues Miz J sent me had all kinds of cool stuff in them.” He picked up a slim translucent-purple plug. “Take this one. It’s made of memory plastic, so your body heat makes it grow to ten times its size, stretches you out real nice.” He lubed it up and brought it to the rack; Iason gazed at it with mild alarm. “Actually, I’m kind of disappointed you never used it on me.”

        “You are … sufficient entertainment in yourself,” the Blondie gasped.

        “Aw, isn’t that sweet.” Riki kissed him lightly on the nose, and at the same time slid the plug into him from below. Iason arched his back and yelped. The plug was only the size of his little finger; apparently Blondies really were that sensitive. He figured he’d left Iason hanging long enough, so he went back to the controller and turned off the orgasm suppression.

        Iason came immediately in one long shuddering stream. It hit the floor more than two meters away from his feet; that was better than most pets managed in this game. His erection drooped for a moment, then rose again as the plug swelled within him. The memory plastic took ten minutes to reach full size; by then Iason was squirming in his chains, trying to get the additional stimulation he wanted. He snapped and snarled like a wild beast, his eyes promising mayhem if Riki let him loose. It wasn’t going to happen.

        Riki was getting pretty hot and bothered himself. Here was the highest-ranking Blondie in Eos, this close to begging him for mercy! It felt fantastic. He decided he wasn’t going to wait any longer; he pressed a key on a different controller, the one for the room’s equipment, and the rack tilted backwards. It swung down until it was horizontal, and padded blocks rose up from the floor around it to form a rectangular table. He carried the tray of toys over to it and set it by Iason’s head while he adjusted the lights. After all, he wanted to have the best view possible.

        He noticed that Iason was staring at the ornament hanging from the controller: it depicted a large black dog mounting a blonde figure on all fours. Katze had given it to him, but he wasn’t going to tell Iason that. He leaned close to Iason’s ear and whispered, “woof.” Iason shuddered.

        Riki picked up a large soft brush and began stroking the Blondie with it, from the shoulder down to the knee. Iason whimpered and leaned into the touch; good, he’d forgotten that he was too high and mighty to go along with this. It was about damn time. Riki spent a bit more time enjoying Iason’s new compliance – the brush got the best response, though the feather did well too. Who knew Iason was ticklish on the soles of his feet? He also liked the studded metal ball, which left a neat track of red marks across Iason’s skin. Imagination, that was the key. And every time he made a noise, Iason’s cock twitched.

        Good boy. Now it’s time for your reward. Riki lubed himself up and carefully pulled out the plastic plug, which was now as thick as three of his fingers. He waited a minute, both to let Iason catch his breath and for him to experience the feeling of emptiness, which Riki knew was arousing in itself. When Iason looked about ready to snap, he lined himself up and entered. Aah! Iason was a tightass, of course, even after all the stretching. So good. “Iason, look at me.” He drew back and thrust in sharply, which made Iason’s eyes fly open. “Me, Riki the Dark.” He thrust again. “Forget pets. This time you get the real me.” He rode Iason fast and hard, ramming his sweet spot with every round. He was sure Iason was a bottom virgin, and he was going to make sure he never forgot his first time.

       Iason was already thrashing in his chains, driven out of his mind with pleasure. Perfect; Riki let go and shot his juice deep into Iason’s guts. The Blondie howled at the feeling and came as well, splattering them both with his seed; his cock slowly sank down to lie on his stomach. Riki smirked. He knew Iason had more stamina than this; he moved his hips again and stroked Iason until he was standing at attention again. Now this part would be fun. He pulled out, reset Iason’s pet ring to suppress, and then straddled the other man. He was already lubed and prepared, and had been all day; he sank down on Iason’s shaft with a grunt of satisfaction.

       The Blondie looked at him with bemused startlement. “What? You think I’d let you have all the fun?” Riki said, and started to ride him. Here was one high point of his three years as Iason’s so-called pet: he’d discovered that he could have multiple anal orgasms, up to a dozen at a time, that not even a pet ring could block. Like he was going to give that up! Now he had Iason’s cock in him and he was in charge; the best of both worlds. Riki fucked himself to one climax after another, each one clenching his gut around Iason, who growled and bucked under him. He was probably a little frustrated, feeling Riki come again and again without getting a release of his own. He was also probably scared that Riki would leave him hanging, as he had often done. Luckily for Iason, Riki wasn’t as big a jerkass as he was.

        He shut off the suppression and wrapped a hand around his cock. “Now, Iason. Give me your juice.” He slammed down hard; Iason bucked up, and Riki felt hot liquid jet into him. His hand squeezed, and he shot his load as well, hitting Iason on the chin. Coated with each other’s seed inside and out, just the way he liked it. And he still had enough energy left to untie Iason, clean them both up a bit and get them into bed. He spooned up against Iason’s back and nibbled his neck. “So, are you going to be an elitist prig about this?”

        “No; I believe our relationship has moved beyond such concerns as masters and pets, or elites and mongrels. Furthermore, I found the reversal of our roles … unusually stimulating.”

        “I noticed. I don’t think you’ve ever made that much noise in your life.”

        “Raoul will, of course, be scandalized.”

        “Eh, he needs to get the stick fucked out of his ass even more than you did. Say, I wonder if Guy wants to try a Blondie pet …?”

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