Riki's Submission

** Thanks so much for the reviews! And special thanks to Ayachan and Nautica for the fiction recommendations. WOW

I told Nautica I feel like this fic is, in some ways, a ‘failure’ – mainly because I actually see Iason as a real son-of-a-bitch who would NOT have any concern for pets in general – but I’m writing him otherwise. She pointed out quite nicely that this is the great thing about fan-fic in general. And Ai no Kusabi, in particular, really does leave a lot to interpretation.

Of course, Ravengirl-aka-Shayne, has a link to a pretty sound interpretation of the novel – which is different from the anime in so many aspects.

But, I’m writing based on the anime, so I guess my interpretation has at least the slim possibility of having happened…

AnonnaDonna – sorry for the delay, but sometimes ‘real life’ just gets in the way!

Back to original stories next! **


~~begin chapter 11

The first apartment was ready within just a few short weeks. Katze had rushed to furnish it and have the needed rooms completed. He was far more pleased than Iason to have it available ahead of schedule. “I want my damn apartment back. And these two sex fiends gone from my presence.” Iason had laughed out loud at him and Katze had growled. “How would you like it if your bedroom was never available?”

Iason glanced at Riki sitting on the floor, listening to the conversation. He turned back to the screen to look at Katze. “Not at all. I’m glad you will have yours back as well. When can we come see the building?”

“Donner and Dory will move in after work tomorrow. I’ll probably let them go early.”

“Are they are working out in their jobs?”

Katze shrugged. “They’re still building muscle, but they work hard. I don’t care how many trips it takes them to move things as long as they get it done. They’re not paid by the hour.”

“Do you pay them at all?”

“Not really. But I guess I’ll have to give them credits for food and clothes once they’re out of my hair.”

“Give them enough for a few extras, too, Katze. The way you do for yourself.” Katze’s face froze and he stared. Iason was amused, but did not show it. “Yes, I know about your accounting irregularities, Katze. I don’t complain because you deliver what you promise. But don’t go overboard.”

Katze nodded. “Yes, sir.” Iason ended the connection.

Riki stood as soon as the screen went black. “He steals from you?”

Iason met his eyes. “Didn’t you and Bison steal from me?”

Riki colored. “You knew?”

“Of course. Perhaps I wouldn’t have known you if you hadn’t. My good fortune.”

“Well, shit. It sure wasn’t my good fortune.”

Iason pulled Riki down into his lap and nuzzled his neck. “Are you sure, pet?” Riki didn’t answer, but neither did he turn away when Iason initiated a kiss.

~~

From the outside, the building was bland and gray, surrounded by others that seemed much the same. Even the brilliant light of the sun in a cloudless sky could do little to cheer it. Iason seemed unmoved, but Riki looked around eagerly from the backseat. “Be still, pet,” Iason said coldly from the front of the car.

“Damn, Iason, I haven’t been out of your fucking penthouse in months.” But he sat back in the seat until the car was parked.

Iason was frowning as Katze smiled. “You wanted a mongrel. It seems to be what you got.” Iason nodded and a smile seemed to be playing at the corners of his mouth.

When Katze opened the car doors, Iason took Riki’s leash and pulled him close. “Behave yourself, pet. I look forward to your punishments too much for you to play games with me.”

Riki frowned, but said nothing and walked inside quietly. They entered an elevator and Katze pushed for the top floor. The atmosphere changed dramatically when the elevator doors opened. The hallway was softly lit and the colors were soothing. Katze led the way to the first common area. It was comfortably equipped with a sofa and chairs, a game table and bookcases. The windows were clean and the sun streamed through, lighting the room brightly.

To one side was a kitchen. Another hallway led to bedrooms and Katze led the way to the only one furnished so far. It contained two chairs and a large bed. Riki looked around curiously, straying from Iason as far as the leash would allow. He turned back to Iason with a broad smile on his face. “Has Donner seen it yet?”

“No,” Katze answered. “Today will be the first time.”

“Are we going to stay and see their reactions?”

Iason looked to Katze. “Will it upset them for us to be here?”

“I’ve talked to them. They’re expecting you. And Donner is looking forward to seeing Riki again.” Katze glanced at his watch. “We should get back to the common room. They will arrive any minute now.”

Donner and Dory were already there when they arrived. They had been looking around, but drew themselves up straight and looked at the floor when they saw Iason. Katze moved to them and whispered. Donner looked up, but Dory stayed behind him and did not lift his eyes.

“Master Iason,” Donner began, “We are more grateful than I can say, sir.”

Riki watched in surprise as Iason flushed. He’s embarrassed, Riki realized. Amazing. Finally Iason spoke. “I hope you will enjoy your life here, Donner. And you, too, Dory.”

The smaller boy finally looked up as well. He took Donner’s hand before he spoke. “Thank you, master Iason. For this place and for taking me from… that other place, sir.”

Iason nodded. “You’re welcome. Katze, don’t you have something for me to look at in your office.”

Katze looked at Iason in question. There was no such thing. But he nodded quickly. “Yes, of course. We should be going now.”

In the hallway, Riki balked. “I don’t need to see any stupid business papers. Can’t I stay here with them?”

Iason looked at Katze and when he saw him nod, unhooked the leash. “Only for a little while, pet. Meet me on the first floor in 30 minutes.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” Riki ran back to the other boys. Donner smiled and pulled Dory forward to meet him.

“Why did you stay?” Dory asked. His face was solemn.

“Pay him no attention,” Donner said quickly. “He’s still suspicious of new places - and people.”

Dory seemed to relax when Donner spoke. “I’m sorry. I still don’t remember things well. It makes me… nervous.”

At Riki’s look of confusion, Donner explained. “He was mind-wiped in the brothel.” He took Dory’s hand. “We’re working on it.”

Dory smiled at Donner and turned back to Riki. “You are master Iason’s new pet? The one who helped Katze build this place?”

Riki grinned. “I didn’t build it but I used to rob it regularly.”

Even Donner looked surprised. “You used to rob master Iason?”

Riki was looking through the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers. “I wasn’t always a damn pet, you know. Before Iason took my fucking freedom, I was the head of a gang.”

Both boys were staring openly. Donner was the first to speak. “You always seemed… different, Riki, but I never guessed… I thought all pets came from the academy.”

“Yeah. They usually do. But I guess Blondies get to make their own damn rules.”

Dory spoke softly. “You shouldn’t say things like that about master Iason.”

“Fuck Iason.”

Donner was appalled. “Dory is right, Riki. Master Iason gave us a new life. Please don’t say things like that.”

Riki stood up from the refrigerator. “You don’t even have any beer in this place.”

“We’ve never had beer,” Donner said. “But there are many different fruit juices.”

Riki scowled. “Fruit juice? You’re all grown up now. You should have beer. When I come back, I’ll bring some and we can play cards.”

Dory and Donner looked at each other. Dory spoke softly. “We’ve never played cards either.”

Riki went to the game table and picked up a deck. “Come on over. I’ll show you.”

Both boys approached cautiously. But they sat down when Riki insisted, and he explained the rules. In just a short time, both boys were beginning to pick up how the game was played. Riki glanced at the clock. “Oh, shit. I’m late.” He hurried to get up, calling back as he ran down the hallway, “Practice with each other. Next time we’ll play for credits.”

Dory looked to Donner. “We don’t have credits.”

Donner kissed him. “Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t either. Come on, let’s look at the bedroom.”

~~

Back in the penthouse, Riki was excited and talked non-stop until Iason threatened him with a strapping.

“You’re a damn prick, Iason.”

“And you have disobeyed me. I suggest you watch your manners.”

“What the fuck do you mean? I’ve been good all day.”

“I don’t think your conversation with Donner and Dory could be described as good.”

Riki blanched. “How the hell do you know what I said?” But his mind raced to recall his words. Oh, shit…

“There is nowhere that you can go that I can’t watch you. I thought you would know that by now.”

“Damn, Iason. Don’t you ever let anyone have a little privacy?”

“Not pets. Especially not you.”

“Damn you, Iason. You’re a fucking bastard.”

Iason smiled. “And you hate me. I know it all.”

Riki was torn. He wanted to be angry and express it, but he was pleased with what Iason was trying. Finally, he walked to him, pushed his knees apart and knelt between them. “No, I don’t hate you. Not today. What you did for Donner and Dory was fucking awesome.” He almost said he respected Iason, but clamped the words in his mouth, refusing to let them out.

Iason’s hands stroked Riki’s hair. “I’m glad you think so, pet. Though you may not like what I do next quite as much.”

Riki sat back on his heels. “Why? What the fuck are you planning now?”

“Only what you deserve. Get the strap, pet.”

“Hell, no.” Riki stood. “I won’t help you beat me.”

“You deserve it. And you will obey me.” Riki tried to twist away, but Iason grabbed his arm. “Be still. You are only increasing your punishment.”

“Fuck you, Iason.”

Iason’s amusement disappeared. “That’s enough, pet. Get the strap.” He squeezed Riki’s wrist until the mongrel thought it would break.

“Stop, damn it. I can’t obey you if you don’t let me go.” Iason released him and Riki went to the drawer and brought back the strap.

“Drop your pants.” Riki glared again, but pulled his pants down to his knees and lay on Iason’s lap. The strap hit him three times and then Iason threw it on the floor.

Riki started to move, but Iason’s grip tightened further. “Be still.”

“What the fuck?” Iason’s hand landed hard on Riki’s bottom. “Shit, that hurts worse than the damn strap.”

“Really?” Iason rained down several blows until Riki was squirming and groaning in pain.

“Stop it, you bastard. Stop it!”

Iason continued striking until Riki sobbed. “Please, Iason. Please stop.”

There were more strikes, and when Iason stopped, he admired his work. Riki’s bottom was red and bruises were beginning to show. His pet was lying pliantly in his lap, sobbing. Iason traced the welts, then reached beneath Riki’s body to grasp his cock. Limp. Flaccid. He handled it, stroking and squeezing until it began to grow firmer. Iason alternated his strikes with tender stroking until Riki was thrusting against him.

“What do you want now, pet? Shall I continue or shall I stop.”

“You god-damned bastard. Let me go.”

Iason removed his hands from Riki’s cock and pushed him in the floor. His voice was soft. “Are you sure, pet?”

Riki sobbed again, hating Iason at that moment – truly hating - but wanting him too, wanting his hands and mouth. “No, you bastard.” He flung himself against Iason’s body, reaching around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

Iason picked him up and took him to the bedroom, throwing him on the bed. Riki flinched and groaned as his bottom began to throb again. “Get me some of that pain medicine.”

“Not this time, pet. I want you to enjoy your pain.”

Riki glared. “I hate you,” he whispered. But he quickly pulled off his clothes and accepted Iason’s caresses, opening his body to whatever Iason wanted.

~~

When they had taken a shower, Riki curled up next to Iason’s body. Iason wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and the mongrel smiled. Then frowned. Iason plays me like a damn game, he realized. Torture. And then sex. Wrapping the two so closely, my body doesn’t know the difference… And Iason played his mind so well, he accepted the game. Damn, fucking bastard.

Riki tensed as the understanding struck him. He was as much Iason’s toy as any other pet the Blondie owned. The rules of the game were different for him, but it was all just a game. Iason’s hands touched him again. Played with the pet ring. “Is something wrong, Riki? You seem to be tense again.”

Riki. The bastard called me by name. Another aspect of the game… “I want a cigarette.”

Iason snuggled closer, kissing his neck and teasing the head of his cock. “That’s a nasty habit.”

No nastier than your habits, Riki thought. “Please, Iason.” He forced his voice to remain calm. “Just one. Please.”

Iason smiled to himself. The mongrel was submitting. Begging. “Just one.” Iason released him and got up to get the cigarettes. “You have to go out on the balcony. There will be no smoking inside the penthouse.”

“Whatever.” Riki got up as well, and pulled on his pants. He refused to groan as the fabric pulled over his throbbing ass. He turned back to Iason, all expression wiped from his face. He held out his hand for the cigarette. “Whatever you say. Master Iason.”

Iason’s brows shot up. Master? Just what kind of game was Riki playing? He slipped on his robe. “I’ll go with you.”

On the balcony, Riki lit his cigarette and leaned over the railing. He took a deep drag and turned to Iason. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me have a smoke.”

Iason moved closer and put his arm over Riki’s shoulder. “You were very good in bed, pet. You deserved a reward.”

Riki turned back to look over the city. “You hardly had to give me one.” He leaned closer to Iason and felt the Blondie’s hand run down his back to his buttocks. This time he hissed as the pain began again.

“I didn’t realize you were still in pain, pet. Finish your cigarette and I’ll apply the cooling gel.”

Riki took one more drag and pitched the cigarette over the railing. “That would be better than the smoke.” He turned to face Iason and offered his mouth. Iason took it. Gently, but thoroughly. And Riki responded.

“Perhaps we can resume other activities as well when you are feeling better.”

“If you want.”

Iason held him close as they went back to the bedroom. He helped Riki from his pants, careful to keep the fabric from grazing his reddened buttocks, and eased him gently to the bed. The application of the soothing gel became an erotic experience in itself. Iason used it as an opportunity to push his fingers into Riki’s body and find his sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly until Riki was moaning and thrusting at the bed.

The mongrel groaned when the fingers withdrew. Iason leaned over him and kissed his neck. “Did those delightful noises mean you would like me to continue?”

Riki turned over to face him, freeing his cock to bob between his legs. He handled himself and met Iason’s eyes. “Yeah.”

Iason fell on him like a starving man. He tasted Riki’s throat, his chest and sucked his nipples. The mongrel was holding his head close and arching his body. Iason withdrew his warm mouth and Riki groaned. “Do you want me, pet?”

Riki hesitated only a moment before answering. The desire to hurt Iason warred with the desire to have him, and finally he succumbed. “You damn well know I want you.” Riki pulled his legs back, lifting his ass and fully exposing his puckered opening. Iason smiled coldly and thrust his full erection into the willing body beneath him. Riki cried out. In pain. In pleasure. He didn’t know. He knew only he wanted.

And Iason gave. In deep, brutal thrusts. Each one had Riki moaning loudly and wanting more. When Iason’s hand gripped his cock, Riki cried out again, and spilled over it. Iason pushed in once more, and then was still as the waves of release washed over him. He fell on Riki’s body. The mongrel will be my undoing, he thought. And I don’t care. He only knew he must have Riki, even if the having would destroy him.

This time, they didn’t bathe. Iason wanted to hold Riki tightly, and he permitted it until Iason slept, then turned away. What’s happened to me? Riki wondered. That I can accept the pain he inflicts so willingly? But he knew the answer. The pain was the price Iason charged for the pleasure he offered. Without it, Iason would give him nothing. And that he could not bear.

The Blondie was a series of horrible, wonderful contradictions in his mind. Capable of goodness, of giving pleasure he had never dreamed possible. Capable of brutality and harshness he could hardly comprehend. I hate him. And I want him. Riki almost sobbed again. Iason will be the death of me.

He knew it without a doubt. And there was nothing he could do but accept it.

~~end chapter 11