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Chapter 105
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: 105 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
“An assassin, Iason? An assassin?!” Orphe hissed, pacing back and forth. “How could you keep this information to yourself? To have captured this-this murdering cretin and allow him to reside in Eos—“
“Enough, Orphe,” Iason said. “While I understand your rage, the young prince, regardless of his amusement in envisioning himself as an assassin, will be residing in Eos for all of his natural born life.”
“And I would ask that you refrain from describing Rio as a “murdering cretin”, Orphe,” Jared tightly said. “Rio is under my protection and I will not have you slandering his name while in my presence.”
“It looked to me like he has more than your protection,” Orphe growled. “If not for Violet and my interruption, that savage would have been under you.”
“I would suggest removing the self-righteous tones from your voice,” Jared growled. “No one in this room has the right look down upon me for the intimacies I’ve shared with the young prince.”
Iason smiled in his steepled fingers. Jared and the prince’s sexual relationship had progressed a great deal faster than he had calculated. However, by the frustration Iason could see shining out of Jared’s eyes, the Blondie had not yet claim the prince’s body. Orphe had interrupted the couple before the final act could take place.
One of the requirements of gifting Rio to Jared was the understanding that should Iason ever need the prince’s skills, Jared would have no say in denying his request. Iason would have taken the prince and placed him in a room for a few hours, then would have released the blond back into Jared’s care. Rio would have told the Blondie the truth of his whereabouts, but Jared would have believed Rio to be lying to him, thus making the Blondie turn to Iason for answers. And from there, Iason would have held Jared in his fists. Orphe destroyed his game so effortlessly.
If Orphe and his violet-haired mongrel had waited a moment longer, Iason could have added Jared to his growing list of Blondie allies. Now he would have to force the Blondie to stand beside him.
“The others won’t stand for this,” Orphe hissed. “I refuse to have that creature in Eos—let alone be near Violet.”
Iason continued to watch Jared as he answered Orphe. “You gave the mongrel approval to leave Eos with the young prince. Your words counteract your actions, Orphe.”
Orphe glared at him. “In our joint interests, I am allowing Violet’s association with Jared’s murderous pet. Once the others discover the deception from your pet, Jared—“
“He has a name,” Jared said. “And—mongrel?” Jared blinked at Iason as his words finally penetrated his mind. “Your pet, Orphe, is a mongrel?” The Blondie’s lips twisted cruelly. “Well, well, Sir Zavi. Seems you have been keeping a secret from all of us. I’m sure you understand when I say that our brethren must informed.”
Iason could not allow Orphe to make Jared feel threatened. As possessive as Jared had quickly become of Rio, if the Blondie thought Orphe could be instrumental in removing the prince from his grasp Iason would have a fight on his hand. So he imparted a bit of information to Jared to make the Elite feel empowered. But one cannot give too much or my prey will escape, Iason thought.
He needed the power Jared held to bring the other Elites to heel. With Jared in his corner there would only be three Blondies left to oppose him. With three Blondies remaining, they would not have the power to overthrow him. If he allowed them the opportunity to try.
“Master.” Cal appeared, bowing low at the waist.
Iason frowned at his Furniture. “Did I not express my desire to not be interrupted, Cal?”
“Do not be too vexed with him,” Marcus announced. “I made it quite clear that my presence would be needed.”
Pale brows arched. “Oh?”
Marcus nodded. Taking a seat opposite of all three members, so that everyone could face one another, Marcus said, “Keita commented of Orphe’s visit with V this morning, and asked that I help the negotiations regarding Rio to venture freely in Eos. He wishes to “play” with the young assassin, and I feel no need to deny him his wish.”
Interesting. Iason smiled. “You do not wish for his highness’s eviction?”
Marcus returned his smile. “Ketia was most insistent that Rio stay in Eos, and I agree with him. What better punishment for the prince than to be here. My mongrel, despite his fun-loving persona, bites rather viciously when someone tries to sell his brother into possible prostitution.”
Iason’s eyes narrowed dangerously when Marcus revealed the identity of his pet, especially when Jared laughed.
“Aisha, Orphe and you, Marcus all have mongrel pets.” The Blondie grinned with satisfaction. “I will tell—“
“No one,” Marcus cut in relaxing back into his seat. “No if you want more than the stocks you acquired from your little pet prince.”
Iason softly laughed. He had been prepared to offer full custodianship of the prince into Jared’s grasp, and, if it came to it, future personal ventures that were still highly profitable—mere change from his pocket that would not be missed—as a first step to manipulate the Blondie to keep silent. But what Marcus offered would not cost him a thing.
Jared’s satisfied smiled faded. As Tanagura’s main off-world financial acquisitor, Jared took his job seriously. The Blondie and the prince were alike with their love of acquiring money. Only Jared did it to build the wealth and power of the Syndicate, and he did it through legal means while the prince killed people for his and for his own greedy needs. So if Marcus had any information on how to add to the Syndicate’s coffers, he had Jared’s full attention.
“Who gave you the information about the company, Jared?” Marcus asked.
“Your pet,” Jared replied.
Marcus said, “And did he not say the previous owner of the stocks in your grasp now lost a large portion of his company to three individuals?”
Iason made the connection instantly, and took it from there. “It seems, Jared, that if you expose the three mongrels Aisha, Orphe, and Marcus have taken as pets, you will in turn lose the opportunity to add to our wealth by buying those mongrels shares.”
“You could say that you purposefully sabotaged a perfectly good deal because of negative personal views.” Orphe tsked. “A holding as great as that corporation and the potential of what you could do to accumulate vaster wealth from them…”
“This is a black mark offence,” Marcus said. “When word gets out—and believe us when we say it will— that you allowed your feelings overrule your duty, you will not be able to hold your head up in polite society for years.”
Jared glared at them.
“And,” Iason smoothly continued, “if the mongrels are forced from Eos, so will your opportunity of silencing all that Marcus and Orphe foresees of your future. Once those mongrels are free of their chains they will scatter to the four corners of the galaxy. They have the ability to pilot a ship, and the skills to successfully steal one and leave Amoi.”
Iason could see the inward struggle the Blondie went through by the emotions that flashed across his face. He knew the difficulties Jared was wrestling with. The internal battle Jared fought to break the conditioning Jupiter instilled in all of them—the Elite code they all lived by. However, Jared’s relationship with Rio had already fractured the glass cage around the Blondie. Iason waited for Jared to break free of his chains.
Jared looked him in the eyes. “You have my silence, but I want to know about this so called kidnapper you have Rio hunting for in the city.”
Iason stared at the Blondie above his steepled fingertips. “You have yet to prove yourself trustworthy.”
“And how do I prove myself?” Jared asked.
“When you have discovered you would do anything to protect what you hold dearest,” Orphe answered.
“And how would I go about doing that?” Jared sarcastically asked.
Marcus grinned. “I do believe Keita would call it “getting your cherry plucked”.”
Iason smiled as Jared stared at the three of them in shock.
oOoOoOo
“Oh my fucking God! Give it to me baby. Give it to me hard!”
Hanging from his chains, V blinked to clear the blood from his eyes, and glared at the laughing blond currently being tortured. He knew Rio was crazy, but the fucker clearly crazier than he thought he was.
V watched warily as the Platinum, Landon, cut into Rio’s chest. Blood pooled around Rio’s on the steel table the assassin was strapped to. He wanted to tell Rio to shut the fuck up. He wanted to slap the bastard upside the head and tell him he was giving the Elite the hand-job the Platinum wanted. But the only thing that came out of his gagged mouth was a moan.
He hurt. He hurt badly, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t take. Niko had passed out the second he had kissed him, falling to his feet. V envied the kid, but was happy Niko wasn’t awake to see the Elite take a scalpel to him and listen to Rio’s disturbing vocal thrill ride under the knife.
V was thankful for Rio’s psycho-ness. If the stupid assassin hadn’t annoyed the Platinum with questions of “what’s that?”, “can I touch that?”, or, “can I eat that?”, V wasn’t confident that he could of kept the agony the Elite seemed to want to rip out of him, to himself.
He couldn’t let Rio take all the licks. He knew the damn bastard had called attention to himself because he felt V had begun to weaken. Asshole was right, but hell if V would admit it. Once the Platinum was tired of cutting up the blond, he would either cast his eyes to him or to Niko. V wasn’t about to let the Elite touch Niko again.
V trembled thinking about the Elite touching him again. The mere thought of the Elite turning his eyes in his direction, and he—
“Holy shit! That fucking hurt.” Rio’s excited voice cut through V’s momentary shroud of fear. “What nerve did you hit? I’m so gonna remember it, so I can tickle that tendon to someone else one day—Hey, where you goin’?”
A shadow fell over V.
Wrapping the chains around his wrist, V attempted straighten his legs and stand. Perspiration trickled down his brow and the wounds on his biceps, ribs, and chest stretched and bled anew as he struggled to stand. V hissed out a breath as the sting of his injuries met with the saltiness of his sweat. His body burned with agony. V was only glad he was gagged. The clothed roped around his mouth gave him something to bite on to keep him from screaming.
“Shh,” Landon whispered. “There is no need for you to exert yourself, my precious.”
Panting, V used his shoulder to tenderly wipe the blood from his forehead. He glared at the Elite.
“As long as you’re a good boy it’ll be alright.” The Platinum’s hovered above the shredded flesh of V’s cheek. “You will be a good boy, won’t you? Or will you fight me again? Was my punishment not enough for the lesson to set? Do you need another?”
V was helpless to stop the tremors racking up and down his body. He held back his fear and kept his eyes focused on the Elite’s crazed gaze.
“Hey,” Rio called out. “That can’t be it, can it? That was hardly enough to get me off. Come back to me, baby. I’ll tell you I love you, and pretend real hard that I do. At least, until you give what I want. But until then I’m all yours!”
V snickered. He would see Rio blood stained body struggling to turn to face him. The assassin’s face was pale, highlighting the white lines of strain on Rio’s pursed lips. Rio’s blond locks was plastered against his face from sweat and blood.
“I swear to God,” Rio loudly mumbled, “there’s no such thing as monogamy anymore in the world—every world, in every galaxy. Baby, if you like those violet-hair types, I got a neat trick for ya.”
The Elite’s eyes never wavered from V’s as he answered Rio, “I know of your ‘trick’,” Landon said. “It will be interesting to see if you’ll retain that ability after your rebirth.”
V barely contained his whimper as the Elite caressed the destroyed left side of his face, then smeared his blood slicked fingers across V’s lips.
“I already had one birth, and the very thought of getting that close to my mom’s vagina again terrifies me,” Rio said. “So no rebirths for me, please.”
Rio’s words scarcely penetrated V’s brain as Landon leaned closer, resting his head on his shoulder. V stiffened as the Platinum embraced him almost lovingly.
“To think I spoiled your beauty,” Landon whispered. “Even after you have gone through the transformation, your loveliness will never fully be healed. You will forever bare my mark.”
The Elites breath on V’s neck sickened him. He wanted nothing more than to knee the bastard in the nuts and spit in the fuckers face, but the lesson Landon taught him had stuck. He had to take it and like it. If he wanted to survive, he had to bite his tongue and accept whatever perverted fantasy the Platinum had in his sick head.
“I thought no one could rival the affections that I have of Lilly, but you do.” The Platinum removed the gag from V’s mouth. “Did you know it was because of me Lilly was born? I smuggled genetic material she ordered me to destroy, and gave it to a pet academy. With my guidance they were able to successfully create him in their facilities.”
V locked his body down, keeping himself as still as possible was Landon’s face moved closer to his.
The Platinum’s hot breath bathed across V’s lips. “Once Lilly was created, I let it slip to one of Mikhale’s spies that the academy was breeding pets to carry Amoi secrets to other worlds. And that the information was coded in the pets DNA.”
“Lilly was to given to me before Mikhale arrived to murder every last soul and burn the academy to the ground, killing everyone for me.” Landon looked at V as if asking him to understand and forgiving him of his actions. “No one could know about Lilly. They were innocent, but no one who’d seen Lilly could remain alive. But the academy shipped Lilly secretly off world, and when he returned he had become Mikhale’s property.”
“Smart how you went on about killin’ everyone,” Rio said, his voice slurred. V saw the blonde’s eyes droop wearily. “I would have done the same, babe. Witnesses…bad…”
“And now we are alone.” Landon grinned, kissing V soundly on the lips. Revulsion filled V. “Now that I’ve collected skin, muscle, and blood samples—to name a few—from the both of you, I need not worry about sedatives tainting the purity of your cells. I gave the prince a tranquilizer so that we could convers privately.”
The Elite stepped back and held out his hand, palm up. “Now, will you give me the little bit of metal twine Niko slipped you when he gave you that kiss? Or will I have to take it from you?”
V’s eyes widened.
Landon smiled and kissed him gently again, saying against his lips, “Did you really think I believed little Niko about the both of you being past lovers? I believe I told you and the blond prince once before. I know everything about all of you.”
V stayed silent, fearing if he unclenched his jaw Landon would get his key to escaping this hell.
Landon stepped away and tsked. “I would hate to ruin any more of that beautiful face by taking it from you, my precious, if I don’t have to. Or…” Landon looked over to Niko’s prone form chained in the corner of the room. “Do I have to wake him and use him to make you give it to me? How long can you listen to him scream? How long will you make him suffer before you submit to me?”
Spitting the metal twine to the floor, V growled, “Fuck you.”
The Elite’s eyes seared into V and silenced any other words he thought to utter.
“I just might, my precious,” Landon whispered, picking up a syringe filled with golden liquid. “I think I just might.”
TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 105 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
“An assassin, Iason? An assassin?!” Orphe hissed, pacing back and forth. “How could you keep this information to yourself? To have captured this-this murdering cretin and allow him to reside in Eos—“
“Enough, Orphe,” Iason said. “While I understand your rage, the young prince, regardless of his amusement in envisioning himself as an assassin, will be residing in Eos for all of his natural born life.”
“And I would ask that you refrain from describing Rio as a “murdering cretin”, Orphe,” Jared tightly said. “Rio is under my protection and I will not have you slandering his name while in my presence.”
“It looked to me like he has more than your protection,” Orphe growled. “If not for Violet and my interruption, that savage would have been under you.”
“I would suggest removing the self-righteous tones from your voice,” Jared growled. “No one in this room has the right look down upon me for the intimacies I’ve shared with the young prince.”
Iason smiled in his steepled fingers. Jared and the prince’s sexual relationship had progressed a great deal faster than he had calculated. However, by the frustration Iason could see shining out of Jared’s eyes, the Blondie had not yet claim the prince’s body. Orphe had interrupted the couple before the final act could take place.
One of the requirements of gifting Rio to Jared was the understanding that should Iason ever need the prince’s skills, Jared would have no say in denying his request. Iason would have taken the prince and placed him in a room for a few hours, then would have released the blond back into Jared’s care. Rio would have told the Blondie the truth of his whereabouts, but Jared would have believed Rio to be lying to him, thus making the Blondie turn to Iason for answers. And from there, Iason would have held Jared in his fists. Orphe destroyed his game so effortlessly.
If Orphe and his violet-haired mongrel had waited a moment longer, Iason could have added Jared to his growing list of Blondie allies. Now he would have to force the Blondie to stand beside him.
“The others won’t stand for this,” Orphe hissed. “I refuse to have that creature in Eos—let alone be near Violet.”
Iason continued to watch Jared as he answered Orphe. “You gave the mongrel approval to leave Eos with the young prince. Your words counteract your actions, Orphe.”
Orphe glared at him. “In our joint interests, I am allowing Violet’s association with Jared’s murderous pet. Once the others discover the deception from your pet, Jared—“
“He has a name,” Jared said. “And—mongrel?” Jared blinked at Iason as his words finally penetrated his mind. “Your pet, Orphe, is a mongrel?” The Blondie’s lips twisted cruelly. “Well, well, Sir Zavi. Seems you have been keeping a secret from all of us. I’m sure you understand when I say that our brethren must informed.”
Iason could not allow Orphe to make Jared feel threatened. As possessive as Jared had quickly become of Rio, if the Blondie thought Orphe could be instrumental in removing the prince from his grasp Iason would have a fight on his hand. So he imparted a bit of information to Jared to make the Elite feel empowered. But one cannot give too much or my prey will escape, Iason thought.
He needed the power Jared held to bring the other Elites to heel. With Jared in his corner there would only be three Blondies left to oppose him. With three Blondies remaining, they would not have the power to overthrow him. If he allowed them the opportunity to try.
“Master.” Cal appeared, bowing low at the waist.
Iason frowned at his Furniture. “Did I not express my desire to not be interrupted, Cal?”
“Do not be too vexed with him,” Marcus announced. “I made it quite clear that my presence would be needed.”
Pale brows arched. “Oh?”
Marcus nodded. Taking a seat opposite of all three members, so that everyone could face one another, Marcus said, “Keita commented of Orphe’s visit with V this morning, and asked that I help the negotiations regarding Rio to venture freely in Eos. He wishes to “play” with the young assassin, and I feel no need to deny him his wish.”
Interesting. Iason smiled. “You do not wish for his highness’s eviction?”
Marcus returned his smile. “Ketia was most insistent that Rio stay in Eos, and I agree with him. What better punishment for the prince than to be here. My mongrel, despite his fun-loving persona, bites rather viciously when someone tries to sell his brother into possible prostitution.”
Iason’s eyes narrowed dangerously when Marcus revealed the identity of his pet, especially when Jared laughed.
“Aisha, Orphe and you, Marcus all have mongrel pets.” The Blondie grinned with satisfaction. “I will tell—“
“No one,” Marcus cut in relaxing back into his seat. “No if you want more than the stocks you acquired from your little pet prince.”
Iason softly laughed. He had been prepared to offer full custodianship of the prince into Jared’s grasp, and, if it came to it, future personal ventures that were still highly profitable—mere change from his pocket that would not be missed—as a first step to manipulate the Blondie to keep silent. But what Marcus offered would not cost him a thing.
Jared’s satisfied smiled faded. As Tanagura’s main off-world financial acquisitor, Jared took his job seriously. The Blondie and the prince were alike with their love of acquiring money. Only Jared did it to build the wealth and power of the Syndicate, and he did it through legal means while the prince killed people for his and for his own greedy needs. So if Marcus had any information on how to add to the Syndicate’s coffers, he had Jared’s full attention.
“Who gave you the information about the company, Jared?” Marcus asked.
“Your pet,” Jared replied.
Marcus said, “And did he not say the previous owner of the stocks in your grasp now lost a large portion of his company to three individuals?”
Iason made the connection instantly, and took it from there. “It seems, Jared, that if you expose the three mongrels Aisha, Orphe, and Marcus have taken as pets, you will in turn lose the opportunity to add to our wealth by buying those mongrels shares.”
“You could say that you purposefully sabotaged a perfectly good deal because of negative personal views.” Orphe tsked. “A holding as great as that corporation and the potential of what you could do to accumulate vaster wealth from them…”
“This is a black mark offence,” Marcus said. “When word gets out—and believe us when we say it will— that you allowed your feelings overrule your duty, you will not be able to hold your head up in polite society for years.”
Jared glared at them.
“And,” Iason smoothly continued, “if the mongrels are forced from Eos, so will your opportunity of silencing all that Marcus and Orphe foresees of your future. Once those mongrels are free of their chains they will scatter to the four corners of the galaxy. They have the ability to pilot a ship, and the skills to successfully steal one and leave Amoi.”
Iason could see the inward struggle the Blondie went through by the emotions that flashed across his face. He knew the difficulties Jared was wrestling with. The internal battle Jared fought to break the conditioning Jupiter instilled in all of them—the Elite code they all lived by. However, Jared’s relationship with Rio had already fractured the glass cage around the Blondie. Iason waited for Jared to break free of his chains.
Jared looked him in the eyes. “You have my silence, but I want to know about this so called kidnapper you have Rio hunting for in the city.”
Iason stared at the Blondie above his steepled fingertips. “You have yet to prove yourself trustworthy.”
“And how do I prove myself?” Jared asked.
“When you have discovered you would do anything to protect what you hold dearest,” Orphe answered.
“And how would I go about doing that?” Jared sarcastically asked.
Marcus grinned. “I do believe Keita would call it “getting your cherry plucked”.”
Iason smiled as Jared stared at the three of them in shock.
oOoOoOo
“Oh my fucking God! Give it to me baby. Give it to me hard!”
Hanging from his chains, V blinked to clear the blood from his eyes, and glared at the laughing blond currently being tortured. He knew Rio was crazy, but the fucker clearly crazier than he thought he was.
V watched warily as the Platinum, Landon, cut into Rio’s chest. Blood pooled around Rio’s on the steel table the assassin was strapped to. He wanted to tell Rio to shut the fuck up. He wanted to slap the bastard upside the head and tell him he was giving the Elite the hand-job the Platinum wanted. But the only thing that came out of his gagged mouth was a moan.
He hurt. He hurt badly, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t take. Niko had passed out the second he had kissed him, falling to his feet. V envied the kid, but was happy Niko wasn’t awake to see the Elite take a scalpel to him and listen to Rio’s disturbing vocal thrill ride under the knife.
V was thankful for Rio’s psycho-ness. If the stupid assassin hadn’t annoyed the Platinum with questions of “what’s that?”, “can I touch that?”, or, “can I eat that?”, V wasn’t confident that he could of kept the agony the Elite seemed to want to rip out of him, to himself.
He couldn’t let Rio take all the licks. He knew the damn bastard had called attention to himself because he felt V had begun to weaken. Asshole was right, but hell if V would admit it. Once the Platinum was tired of cutting up the blond, he would either cast his eyes to him or to Niko. V wasn’t about to let the Elite touch Niko again.
V trembled thinking about the Elite touching him again. The mere thought of the Elite turning his eyes in his direction, and he—
“Holy shit! That fucking hurt.” Rio’s excited voice cut through V’s momentary shroud of fear. “What nerve did you hit? I’m so gonna remember it, so I can tickle that tendon to someone else one day—Hey, where you goin’?”
A shadow fell over V.
Wrapping the chains around his wrist, V attempted straighten his legs and stand. Perspiration trickled down his brow and the wounds on his biceps, ribs, and chest stretched and bled anew as he struggled to stand. V hissed out a breath as the sting of his injuries met with the saltiness of his sweat. His body burned with agony. V was only glad he was gagged. The clothed roped around his mouth gave him something to bite on to keep him from screaming.
“Shh,” Landon whispered. “There is no need for you to exert yourself, my precious.”
Panting, V used his shoulder to tenderly wipe the blood from his forehead. He glared at the Elite.
“As long as you’re a good boy it’ll be alright.” The Platinum’s hovered above the shredded flesh of V’s cheek. “You will be a good boy, won’t you? Or will you fight me again? Was my punishment not enough for the lesson to set? Do you need another?”
V was helpless to stop the tremors racking up and down his body. He held back his fear and kept his eyes focused on the Elite’s crazed gaze.
“Hey,” Rio called out. “That can’t be it, can it? That was hardly enough to get me off. Come back to me, baby. I’ll tell you I love you, and pretend real hard that I do. At least, until you give what I want. But until then I’m all yours!”
V snickered. He would see Rio blood stained body struggling to turn to face him. The assassin’s face was pale, highlighting the white lines of strain on Rio’s pursed lips. Rio’s blond locks was plastered against his face from sweat and blood.
“I swear to God,” Rio loudly mumbled, “there’s no such thing as monogamy anymore in the world—every world, in every galaxy. Baby, if you like those violet-hair types, I got a neat trick for ya.”
The Elite’s eyes never wavered from V’s as he answered Rio, “I know of your ‘trick’,” Landon said. “It will be interesting to see if you’ll retain that ability after your rebirth.”
V barely contained his whimper as the Elite caressed the destroyed left side of his face, then smeared his blood slicked fingers across V’s lips.
“I already had one birth, and the very thought of getting that close to my mom’s vagina again terrifies me,” Rio said. “So no rebirths for me, please.”
Rio’s words scarcely penetrated V’s brain as Landon leaned closer, resting his head on his shoulder. V stiffened as the Platinum embraced him almost lovingly.
“To think I spoiled your beauty,” Landon whispered. “Even after you have gone through the transformation, your loveliness will never fully be healed. You will forever bare my mark.”
The Elites breath on V’s neck sickened him. He wanted nothing more than to knee the bastard in the nuts and spit in the fuckers face, but the lesson Landon taught him had stuck. He had to take it and like it. If he wanted to survive, he had to bite his tongue and accept whatever perverted fantasy the Platinum had in his sick head.
“I thought no one could rival the affections that I have of Lilly, but you do.” The Platinum removed the gag from V’s mouth. “Did you know it was because of me Lilly was born? I smuggled genetic material she ordered me to destroy, and gave it to a pet academy. With my guidance they were able to successfully create him in their facilities.”
V locked his body down, keeping himself as still as possible was Landon’s face moved closer to his.
The Platinum’s hot breath bathed across V’s lips. “Once Lilly was created, I let it slip to one of Mikhale’s spies that the academy was breeding pets to carry Amoi secrets to other worlds. And that the information was coded in the pets DNA.”
“Lilly was to given to me before Mikhale arrived to murder every last soul and burn the academy to the ground, killing everyone for me.” Landon looked at V as if asking him to understand and forgiving him of his actions. “No one could know about Lilly. They were innocent, but no one who’d seen Lilly could remain alive. But the academy shipped Lilly secretly off world, and when he returned he had become Mikhale’s property.”
“Smart how you went on about killin’ everyone,” Rio said, his voice slurred. V saw the blonde’s eyes droop wearily. “I would have done the same, babe. Witnesses…bad…”
“And now we are alone.” Landon grinned, kissing V soundly on the lips. Revulsion filled V. “Now that I’ve collected skin, muscle, and blood samples—to name a few—from the both of you, I need not worry about sedatives tainting the purity of your cells. I gave the prince a tranquilizer so that we could convers privately.”
The Elite stepped back and held out his hand, palm up. “Now, will you give me the little bit of metal twine Niko slipped you when he gave you that kiss? Or will I have to take it from you?”
V’s eyes widened.
Landon smiled and kissed him gently again, saying against his lips, “Did you really think I believed little Niko about the both of you being past lovers? I believe I told you and the blond prince once before. I know everything about all of you.”
V stayed silent, fearing if he unclenched his jaw Landon would get his key to escaping this hell.
Landon stepped away and tsked. “I would hate to ruin any more of that beautiful face by taking it from you, my precious, if I don’t have to. Or…” Landon looked over to Niko’s prone form chained in the corner of the room. “Do I have to wake him and use him to make you give it to me? How long can you listen to him scream? How long will you make him suffer before you submit to me?”
Spitting the metal twine to the floor, V growled, “Fuck you.”
The Elite’s eyes seared into V and silenced any other words he thought to utter.
“I just might, my precious,” Landon whispered, picking up a syringe filled with golden liquid. “I think I just might.”
TBC…