Forever Caged

Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I've chosen to invade the AnK world.


Rating: NC-17


Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.


Parts: 101 of  ?





 

~~**Forever Caged**~~




There were many things Riki would never miss. Stout being one. Iason trying to break him because he hadn’t known how to love was another…even though their relationship turned out cool in the end. But right at this moment, Riki would have fought tooth and nail to be right where he was. Every hardship he’d ever encountered in his life was worth being where he was today.





“You lost my Furniture?” Raoul growled. “You…lost my Furniture!?”





Riki struggled to keep from grinning ear to ear.





“I did not lose your Furniture, because you do not have one,” Gabriel tightly replied. “I, on the other hand, am trying to find my missing pet. And I would appreciate your help in locating him.”





“I knew this would happen,” Raoul continued as if Gabriel had never spoken. “I knew your incompetence in taking care of my Furniture would lead to Niko fleeing your household.”





Having lost the battle of controlling his facial muscles, Riki now tried his best to contain his laughter.





“Again Niko is not yours!” Gabriel growled, his voice rising with each word until he was almost shouting.





“And clearly he is not yours or he would still be at your side!” Raoul countered.





Gabriel’s fight with Orphe had been interrupted by reason and a shit load of Blondies ready on the sidelines. Riki couldn’t help but wonder excitedly if he’d actually get to see these two Elites duke it out. It was a wonder it hadn’t happened already, the way Raoul and Gabriel butted heads so much. Having never seen an Elite engage in a fight, Riki wondered if fists would be thrown or if he’d witness a prissy slap battle where the two males had their eyes closed, faces turned away, while they swung blindly at one another with open hands. One never knew with Elites.





“You are taking the disappearance of one of your own much better than I expected,” Iason said—starling Riki, because he’d forgotten that Iason had been standing next to him.





Riki shrugged, keeping his main focus on Gabriel and Raoul. “At first I was really concern,” he said, “but thinking long and hard about it, the possibility that an outsider had snuck in this fortress without tripping any alarms is too unbelievable to be true. Then there are the cameras. I don’t know this to be a fact, but knowing you Blondies, and after what V did to your security, I know Orphe would have restructured the security’s software to make sure no one could get in or out without him knowing, which leaves us with one possible suspect.”





Riki grimly looked at Iason. “Jupiter.”





Iason nodded. “The thought had crossed my mind. However, Jupiter would not need to kidnap Niko to take what she wanted from him. She has managed to manipulate all of us to move where she wishes us to be, without resorting to these methods. Why would she need to do so now?”





Because Riki needed Jupiter to be behind Niko’s disappearance. Because the thought of Niko in the hands of the freak kidnapping and killing mongrels and Midasians, was a horror Riki did not want to think Niko was facing right now. Jupiter was a bitch, yeah, but not once had she seriously hurt him or any of his gang. For a mongrel, the shit she’d done to him was slap on the ass. Reality hit harder than she did.





“Leave me with this hope,” he said quietly. “Let me hold onto it as long as possible that Jupiter has him, and he’s not out there suffering.” Even if he was wrong and he was just fooling himself, Riki needed to believe not everyone who knew him would get hurt—caught up in the shit storm called his life.





Iason’s troubled gaze held his for a moment before the Blondie sighed. “Denying—“





“I’m not denying anything!” Riki harshly whispered. “I’m not. But I’m getting sick and tired of look at shit from a dark point of view. Just once I wish we had a happy-fucking-ending to all the crap we’ve been forced to endure.”





Iason lifted his chin, forcing Riki to look him in the eyes. “And we will,” Iason said gently. “I would not have it any other way.”  Iason wrapped him into his embrace, and kissed him deeply.





Moaning, Riki’s arms snaked around the Blondie’s waist, the heat of Iason’s lips made him hard. Pressing his erection against Iason’s thigh, Riki moaned—





“Are you threatening me?!”





Startled, Riki jerked away from Iason’s grasp and looked back at Raoul and Gabriel. The two Blondies were so close their chests touched. It could have been an arousing sight if they didn’t look two steps away from killing one another.





“Not a threat, but an order!” Raoul growled. “Once Niko has been found, you will turn him back over to me!”





“I would see you dead before turning Niko over to you,” snarled Gabriel.





“Who’s threatening who now? If anyone is dying, it will be you!”





“I think it’s time you stepped in,” Riki said.





“Indeed,” Iason angrily replied.





Riki breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm his racing heart. The last thing he needed was to step out into the city with a raging hard-on. Thankfully, by the time Iason stopped Raoul and Gabriel from going after each other’s heads, Riki would have his body under control—





“Get out,” Iason said in a cold, flat, tone to the two arguing Blondies. “You will settle your differences elsewhere. The death of either of you would be unfortunate, however, in an hour I expect at least one of you back with the answers I seek.”





“Wait, what the fuck?” Riki watched as Gabriel and Raoul grinned evilly at one another before storming away. “You can’t fucking leave them alone togeth—“ Riki’s angry retort was cut off when Iason yanked him into his arms.





"They will not kill each other," Iason whispered, kissing his neck. "Raoul and Gabriel may have a difference in opinion when it comes to the young Niko, but, in the end, they will come to a logical understanding about who the Furniture will belong to."





"They're going to rip each other's heads off," Riki moaned. His hands gripped Iason's biceps as he tilting his head more to the side to feel his Blondie's lips against his skin. "Raoul acts like he gave birth to Niko. And Gabe’s the scumbag that's trying to impregnate Raoul’s precious daughter."





"Interesting comment. Makes one wonder what our combined DNA would create." Iason smiled, dragging Riki down to the living room floor. "I quite like the idea of a child with dark skin and wild black hair running about."





Riki dragged his shirt over his head, and began ripping Iason clothes off before replying, "Yeah? Knowing my luck I'd end up with two miniature copies of you nipping at my ankles, bossing me around, and plotting to take over the world."





A loud tear rang out, and Riki suddenly found the lower half of his body exposed to the rooms cool breeze. "A little desperate, aren't ya?" he said as Iason spread his legs and settled in quicker than Riki ever saw the Blondie move before. Iason liked his lovin' slow, but there was nothing slow about Iason now. The only thing that didn't lie in shreds around Riki was his shirt, and only because Riki had removed it himself.





"When have I ever not been desperate for your love?" Iason whispered huskily.





Riki paused, and then chuckled. "Man, you say the sweetest things when you aren't being a controlling asshole—" Riki gasped and his eyes widened as Iason's fingers invaded his body, pushing pass the guardian muscles of his tender entrance to play havoc on the nub of desire deep within him.  The dry entrance burned, but was quickly forgotten as Iason worked his magic.





"You're really going to fuck me on the floor?" Riki rasped—not that he cared, but in all the time he'd been with Iason, the Blondie never fucked him down on the ground.





Withdrawing his digit from his body, Iason sat up and kneeled between his legs, unbuttoned his trousers, and stripped out the shirt Riki tore. "Just this once, yes. I do not want waste time moving you to the bedroom."





Riki grinned. "You know, I think this is the only time we've both agreed on something without arguing about it first."





An arrogant brow lifted at Riki's comment. "I do not argue. You, on the other hand, do. As you would expect when one tries to impress foolishness upon another person of sound reason."





Leaning up on his elbows, Riki glared at his lover. "Are you trying to kill the mood?"





In a move Riki never saw Iason make, the Blondie crawled over his body like an animal, and captured his lips in a searing possessive kiss that was all Iason. But this time Riki didn't just want to lay back and get swept away by Iason's passion. Shoving with all his might, Riki pushed Iason until he lay over the Blondie.





"For once, let me take the lead, would ya?"





Iason smiled. "Then, please, show me."





If Riki wasn't so hot and bothered, he probably would have been pissed by Iason amused expression. But his attention was focused on the smooth pale skin under him. Whenever he and Iason did the nasty, he'd never had any time to get his fill on touching Iason—he touched his Blondie, but all his touches consisted of clenching Iason's shoulders while his ass got pounded. Playing with Iason's hair didn't count.





Lowering his head, Riki kissed his way down from Iason's neck to his collarbone. Flicking his tongue across a pink nipple, Riki's lips tilted upward when his mouth closed around the hardened point and he felt Iason shiver. "Like that, do ya?" he whispered, scrapping his teeth gently down the peek.





Iason may have answered, but Riki was too far gone to notice. Touching as much skin as he possibly could, Riki explored Iason's upper body as he had never done before, and as if with a mind of their own, his hips rhythmically thrust against Iason's thigh as he moved past his Elite's chest to lick and nip his way down to the Blondie's insanely defined abdomen. His fingers traced the steep valleys and paths of each muscle on Iason's stomach until his hand cupped the tender spheres of Iason's balls.





Settling himself between Iason's legs, Riki dipped his tongue into his lover's bellybutton as his hand caressed and squeezed his Blondie's sack, before moving up to circle and pump Iason's hot, thick, shaft.    





"Riki."





Ignoring Iason's threatening growl, Riki took his time moving away from loving Iason's navel. "You want my mouth?" Riki breathless asked—wondering how long he could keep up the game before Iason took control... and before he lost control and begged Iason to take him.





Iason fisted his hair painfully in response. 





Chuckling, Riki gave into Iason's demand and slowly licked up the Elite's thick shaft before taking the head of his Blondie's hard cock into his mouth, sucking gently. The salty bead of precum filled Riki's senses, and at Iason's strangled gasp, Riki couldn't help but lift his head and smile cockily up at the Blondie. "Hey," he said, his cheek rubbing up and down Iason's strained length, "you're leakin' pretty good here—" the pad of Riki's thumb smeared the newly formed pearls of cum on Iason's cock— "I hope you don't plan on comin' before we get to the good stuff—" 





Flipped onto his stomach, Riki felt a moment of fear as Iason roughly lifted his hips and spread his cheeks. Squeezing his eyes tight, Riki tensed and readied himself as best he could for the pain he'd feel from Iason's unlubricated entrance. Expecting pain, Riki was totally unprepared when he felt Iason's tongue hotly that flicked across his puckered hole. Shouting out, Riki pressed back into Iason's mouth, and shuddered when his lover's wet muscle penetrated him with madding thrusts—feeding his need for more.





Palming his hardened shaft, Riki rasped, "Enough! Fill me already!"





This time it was Iason's turn to chuckle, setting Riki's teeth on edge. "But we have yet to get to the "good stuff" you mentioned. I would hate to disappoint by failing to meet your expectations."





Glaring at Iason over his shoulder, Riki snarled, "Knock off the punishment games, Iason, and fuck me already!"





With an annoying smirk, Iason jacked his hips up until his knees barely touched the carpeted floor. "As you wish."





Riki gasped, his eyes watering as Iason shoved into him. Despite Iason's tantalizing administrations to prep his body, Riki was in no way ready to take the Blondie's width. "T-too much. P-please, s-stop."





"Too much?" Iason asked. "You have yet to take all of me, and you're asking me to stop? You should know better, beloved."





He did... He knew better to beg for mercy, and to make it worse he had commanded the Blondie to take him, but as Iason sank deeper into him, Riki couldn't help pleading with the Elite again to stop—to go slower so he had time to relax his body to take in Iason's girth. As it was now, the only thing he felt was pain. "Hurts," Riki gasped.





Iason paused. "Hurts? We can't have that."





Riki moaned as Iason's hands snaked under him and took hold of his flagging erection, stroking it back to life while rolling his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, under Iason’s tantalizing administrations, the passion rekindled within him until Riki pushed his ass demandingly against Iason. "Okay," he panted, "I'm ready."     





Riki shouted as Iason grabbed his hips, and thrust into him with as much gentleness as a battering ram. He came just a little by the forcefulness of Iason's love, and then shattered completely when Iason continued with his hard demanding thrusts, and bit his neck in a savage display of dominance.





“This time,” Iason rasped, shuddering on top of him, “when you stalk your old hunting grounds in Ceres, you’ll still feel me inside you.”





Riki moaned and shivered as Iason rocked his hips into him. “And the bite mark on my neck?” he asked breathlessly.





“My mark is to tell all who sees it, to who you belong to.”





Tightening his muscles around Iason’s still stiffened length, Riki delighted in hearing his lover’s moan before saying, “No need to tag me, Blondie. I’m more than happy to tell anyone who asks that we belong together.”    





Iason rolled them to the side, and hugged him tightly. “Yes, we do, beloved. Yes, we do.”

oOoOoOo




Legs crossed and stretched out in front of him, Rio fiddled with the hair of the two terrified pets trembling under his arms. In light of his playful match with his close-minded and strangely unforgiving friend, V, Rio had been dragged unnecessarily off by Jared to heal a few scratches. Then, to his annoyance, Rio had been dumped back at the Blondie’s apartment, and left with Jared’s two pets with the order to “behave, or else.” 





Rio didn’t like threats. No unless he was the one giving them, and hearing them uttered from that Blondie’s lips pissed him off. How long had it been already? A week? A month? Fuck he was bored. There was nothing to do but sit around. Not even making Jared’s spoiled little pets cry entertained him anymore.





And damn if he wasn’t horny too. Really horny, like, he hadn’t gotten laid in years and it was that damn Blondie’s fault. Spankin’ his ass and feeling him up every damn day without actually doing anything. Fucking cock tease.





Rio frowned.





Maybe that’s what the Blondie was. A tease. Maybe Jared got his kicks rubbing himself all up on his ass, but wasn’t attractive to him enough to go the distance. It couldn’t be because he tries to kill Jared every chance he gets, could it? As hard as the Blondie’s cock gets whenever he made an attempt on his life, Rio thought it turned the Elite on. Maybe his blond perfection wasn’t Jared’s cup of tea?





“Do you find me good-looking?” Rio asked the nervous male pet trapped under his arm.





The male flinched.





“Come on,” Rio laughed, tugging on the pet’s hair he’d been playing with. “You’re not still scared of me, are you? All I did was threaten to kill you a few times.”





“You told him you’d cut his tongue off the next time he spoke to you,” the female pet said timidly.





Yeah, that sounded like something he’d do. “But, if I’m asking him a question don’t you think I would want him to answer it?” Rio teased, hugging the woman tightly. 





“S-so you won’t hurt me?” the male whispered.





Rio smiled kindly. “The day’s still young.” The bewildered expression on the male’s face was almost endearing. Kinda reminded him of the animals he hunted, cornered, and then slaughtered for dinner. The sad way those creatures trembled in fear was the same as the male pet trembling next to him. To be honest, it kinda made Rio to wanna snap his neck. Not to be cruel, but because a male as pathetically helpless as the pet was, it just seemed humane to kill him and put him out of his misery. And Rio as a giving soul; he always tried to give a little back to society when he could.





Rio paused… Maybe he should kill him… He looked at the male as if he was a boy, but the ‘boy’ was well past the cusp of manhood. A couple years younger than the male’s age now, Rio had already fought his first fight, killed his first man, and commanded his first group of assassins. The pet—Rio forgot his name—was beyond saving. The female pet he could forgive for her helplessness. A woman had the option to be soft or hard, but not a man.





It only seemed right to kill him…





“You ever heard of a place called The Pearly Gates?” Rio asked the male pet, removing his arm from around the female, and turning his body completely towards him. Excitement made Rio’s hands shake as he placed them lovingly at the base of the pet’s throat. Man…he hadn’t killed anyone in almost two weeks—no, wait… he killed a security guard before he’d gone into the pet saloon and stuffed the prick’s body in a maintenance closet, but still! He hadn’t enjoyed it…very much…and considering how many people he normally killed in the span of two weeks it was understandable why he had the shakes. 





This junky needed his fix.  





“I can take you there,” Rio whispered huskily, his thumbs moved in a caressing circular motion on the male’s collarbone before moving higher up the pet’s neck.  Leaning forward, Rio tenderly kissed the male’s quivering lips when the pet whimpered. “I hear it’s beautiful there—“





“Release him, Rio!”





Rio didn’t have time to think about obeying before strong arms ripped him away from male—who Rio was surprised to see was sobbing. Had the pet been crying the whole time? How much more shameful and disgusting could the man get?





Jared glared at his blond prince, who in turn blinked innocently up at him. It had taken him two long hours of calming Elites, whose pets had been traumatized by Rio’s violence in the salon. What aggravated Jared to no end was that Orphe’s pet had been witnessed to have been the instigator. However, the tall violet-haired male was well liked and so had been forgiven, unlike his prince.





Now this.





Seeing his assassin kissing his male pet had shocked him to stillness when he entered. Seeing his feisty killer with his hands wrapped around the male’s throat until the crying lad’s face turned bright red, thankfully had slapped him into action.





Ordering the two terrified pets from the room, Jared grabbed Rio by the shoulders and roughly shook him. “What were you thinking!” he hissed.





The blond shrugged. “I couldn’t help it. He called to my maternal side, and I wanted to help him—“





“You were trying to kill him!” Jared shouted.





Rio snorted. “As I said, he called to my maternal side. You’ve heard about how my mother raised me… or, for that matter, to who she turned me over to raise me, right? Besides, what did you expect? Did you honestly think it would go over well for them if they stayed cooped up with me here hour after hour? Day after never ending day? ”





Jared growled. No, he had not thought it would be healthy to keep more than Rio as his pet. After the first week he had seen how utterly terrified the pets had become, and had gotten reports from his Furniture about the horrors Rio had rained down upon the male and female when he left to go to his offices in Jupiter Tower, which was why he began looking for—and found—suitable Elites to sell them to. And from the scene he stepped into, it looked like Jared made the right decision and not a moment too soon. 





“He is weaker than you—“





“And all weak things must die,” Rio finished, nodding in agreement. “This was why I was trying to ease him into the next life until you stopped me.”





“No,” Jared stressed, “because he is weaker, you should be protecting him.”





Rio looked at him as if he was out of his mind. “Bull-shit. What fuck have you been drinkin’?” Rio snorted. “Protect the weak, what a laugh.”





Jared exhaled a long drawn out sigh.             





“You know, I probably wouldn’t have tried to off him if you’d just fuck me already,” Rio grumbled. “I mean, isn’t that the reason you made me your ‘pet’? Because you wanted all of this fabulousness—” Rio motioned his hands up and down his body— “to be all up on you?”      





“Rio,” Jared growled, forcing himself to ignore the prince’s comment. “You will swear to me that you will not kill anyone in Eos.”





Rio slowly pulled his tight shirt up and over his head, and tossed it to the side. “Like, starting now?” he asked unzipping his pants and drawing them down to his ankles.





Jared refused to look his fill of Rio’s golden body, not until the finely built blond gave him his word. Iason could have rightfully imprisoned the assassin for his crimes against Jerico, regardless of the Onyx’s betrayal or the deal Iason made with Rio’s royal family. However, Iason had turned Rio over to him. The last thing Jared wanted was for Iason to rethink his decision and remove the prince from his grasp—





Jared frowned. “What do you mean by “now”?” His eyes narrowed. “Did you kill someone?!”





Naked, with his hands on his hips, Rio laughed. “No,” he lied. “And I can’t promise to not kill anyone. What happens if someone attacks me?”





“You can still defend yourself and not end a life,” Jared said through clenched teeth.





“And leave my enemies with the opportunity to attack me again?” Rio tsked. “You should know better than that.”





“Rio!”





“Shh.” Placing a finger over Jared’s lips, Rio smiled and pushed the Blondie back until the Elite sat down on the sofa behind him. “Do you really wanna talk? Or do you wanna accept the gracious gift I’m trying to give you? I’m offering you, not just the right to worship in my ‘temple’, but my word that I won’t try to kill you for the next ten hours.”





“Give me your word you won’t kill any of the workers or residents in Eos, and I will take your gift,” Jared replied grabbing Rio’s hips, and pulled the blond closer.





Rio smiled. “Fine. I swear to not kill anyone in Eos…for the next ten hours.”





Jared’s nails dug into the blonde’s hips.





“What?” Rio asked straddling the Blondie. “Don’t like it? Then show me what that tongue of yours can do, and maybe I’ll extend that time.” Caressing the Blondie's lower lip with his index finger, Rio slipped the digit into Jared's mouth, silently commanding the Elite to suck it. "You want it, don't you?"





There was never a time since he met Rio that he had not wanted him. Removing Rio's finger from his mouth, Jared moved Rio's hand to wrap around the blonde's erection. "When I am done with you," Jared whispered, "you will never leave my side."





"If you do a good enough job," Rio replied, stroking his dick, "I just might not want to."





Jared smiled, and pulled Rio higher up his chest so that the blonde's cock was inches away from his mouth. "Then let us begin."





TBC...