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Dangerous Desires	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 4870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Raoul/Katze

Parts: 2 of ?

Dangerous Desires

Chapter 2

Rubbing his tired eyes, Katze leaned back in his chair. Resting his head, Katze stared up at the ceiling, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. Enjoying the peace and quiet while he could before his phone began ringing again, and he had to deal with problems from his crews.

In the room furnished with only his desk, computer and chair. The only noise that interrupted the silence was from the fan of Katze’s PCs. Pressing a few key buttons on his chair, Katze dimmed the lights, brought his cigarette to his lips and inhaled as he closed his eyes. His body relaxing as the nicotine worked its magic. Temporarily easing the stress from his now chaotic life.

A few minutes ago, while working on an especially difficult deal on his terminal, the sound of chiming notifying he had an email from his boss, Iason, had shaken him. A short five word message which said “Happy three month anniversary Katze”.

It had taken Katze a moment to understand what his former master meant, but once he had, Katze lost his concentration. Had only three months passed? Seemed like it should be longer… Katze could honestly say he never thought he’d end up where he was right now.

Cast from the heavens down to the underworld. Katze chuckled at his thought as he traced the scar marring his left cheek.

The memory of waking up in a brightly lit white room with only a small metal nightstand next to his bed. The frightening encounter with his master. His body weak…and different. Whole. Katze remembered the fear which filled him. The panic of why he’d been given back what had been taken to make him a Furniture.

“Three months…” Sitting up straight, Katze tapped the ash from his cigarette into the crystal tray next to his computer monitors.

The moment he’d woken up from that white washed room, Iason had entered and informed him of his new duties. Katze had felt a moment of relief that he wouldn’t be turned into a whore on the Midas strip, but his relief had been short lived.

One of the things Katze discovered in his hacking was just who is master was… Iason Mink wasn’t just the golden child of Jupiter, Syndicate leader of Tanagura. His master was also the dark lord of the underworld… A title Iason had passed down to him…

Katze hadn’t had time to wonder why. He’s been sure he would have been stripped of his flesh, and tortured for the things he knew… For the knowledge he shouldn’t know. But, after Iason told his new stature he’d been dragged away, suited richly in black, and driven to a normal looking building that Katze discovered was anything but normal.

Iason took him to an office in the sublevels of the building, gave him a set of keys, a briefcase, and with a mocking smile parted with the words “Do not disappoint me”, as he walked away. Katze had only half an hour to skim though the files in the briefcase before a stocky, sinister looking man came for him.

Five years of working under Iason’s thumb, of watching his master’s every move, Katze took a little of the great Blondie’s icy persona, and used it as he’d been introduced to the crews he now ruled over.

It hadn’t been easy…

Katze had to do things he never thought he’d ever had to do… Wished he never had to do… There had been many who’d rebelled against working for a young ‘pretty’ boy like him, regardless of the wicked scar on his face.

There had been blood. Blood shed by his own hands… Three months of a promotion hungry dock workers trying to jump him, get him out of the way. Three months fearing that if he closed his eyes for longer than a minute someone would catch him unaware, and then he’d fail. And if he failed…

His second month is when the sinister looking man Katze met his first day at the black market, handed him a pack of illegal brand of cigarettes called Black Moon, with its signature poisonous black cigarette within its midnight container.

“Keeps you sharp. You always have to keep in mind that if you’re not careful, you’ll kill yourself .” Syal said to him as he handed it over to him.

Within a few days Katze became addicted to its rich flavor, and aroma. Katze always made sure he kept two of deadly smokes in his pack. Just in case he needed an extra, for whatever reason.

This last month, with the help of Syal his sinister friend, Katze established his dominance and right to lead. For now… Gone was his plush life in the pent house apartment with Iason Mink. His body once soft was now hardened with lean muscle from training to better defend himself, and punish those to disobeyed him. Hands once smooth, were now callused with knuckles bruised and scabbed from fights he would have never gotten himself involved in, in the past. Sometimes Katze didn’t realize that days passed; closed in as he was within the underground offices within the building he’d first entered.

Katze suddenly felt older than his twenty-one years… The things he’d seen…

“Katze?”

Sighing, Katze burned out his cigarette. Spinning in his chair to face his monitor, Katze nodded to Syal whose image grimly looked at him.

“Is there a problem?” Katze asked, his tone firm and void of the weariness he felt.

“When isn’t there a problem?”

Katze allowed a smile to touch his lips at Syal’s aspirated tone. “Then what problem has you contacting me this minute?”

“He is calling for you.”

Katze froze, and then calmly pulled another Black Moon from his pack. “What did he say?”

“That you’re late. He’s giving you ten minutes to return to your apartment.”

Katze lit his cigarette. “Did he say anything else?”

“Yea. He made it clear that it will not be healthy for you if you keep him waiting longer than the time he’s given you.”

“Thanks.” Katze ignored the concern look Syal gave him. “Be sure to check the merchandise arriving in half an hour at dock two.” Cutting the connection before Syal could respond, Katze leaned back in his chair again and returned to staring up at the ceiling.

“Sir Am…” Katze raked his fingers through his hair. Another Blondie he had to be wary of. The Blondie responsible for returning his body back to normal, and who came to ‘inspect’ his handy work when ever he chooses to. Katze could never be sure when the Blondie would call him. Be it a week, a day or an hour, Sir Am was unpredictable, and no matter how busy he was, Katze could not refuse when Raoul Am commanded him to come.

Taking one last drag, Katze burned his cigarette out, and stood. It would take exactly ten minutes to get to his apartment in upper Midas. However, it was also considered an offence to met with an Elite unwashed.

Katze stood and sighed wearily. The last thing he needed was to be punished for his lack of cleanliness- it was not because he wanted to look presentable for Sir Raoul Am.

~*D.D*~

Tapping his hand impatiently against the richly upholstered arm rest of the sofa he’d had ordered to be placed in Katze’s apartment, Raoul once again looked at the decorative clock on the wall- another piece he placed in the redhead’s home, actually, Raoul frowned, all the furnishings in Katze’s apartment were chosen by him-and noted irritably that Katze was fifteen minutes late.

Removing his gloves, Raoul slapped them down on the table in front of him, wondering how far Katze would test his patients today. Raoul had left Katze alone the first month, as requested by Iason, so the ex-Furniture could establish his superiority in the black market.

The second month the redhead came as he’d commanded, regardless of the day or time. Then the next month the boy began testing the waters of how far he could go before being reprimanded. Giving him excuses of how his new duties made him incapable of leaving in a moments notice.

Raoul knew Katze probably already discovered from the secretive way he came to Katze’s apartment to conduct his physical check-up of the boy’s body, instead at the medical center or his lab that the experiment which returned Katze’s manhood was done, without clearance from Jupiter.

While their laws stated all servants- Furnitures- were to be castrates, to ensure no sexual affairs between pets, there was nothing which said they- or he, in this matter- were not forbidden to ‘fix’ a castrate after they were removed from an Elites household.

An interesting loophole Iason calmly told him as he’d figuratively dragged his bleeding Furniture into his operating room in his lab. Normally when Furniture was retired, Elites could resell them to buy a younger servant. However, if said servant was retired for offences made against there master, they would be terminated.

Not an actual law, per say, but kind of an unspoken rule. They, Elites, could do anything with their property they saw fit, and if they wanted to sell parts from their Furniture, then they could. Iason pointed out that what he was doing didn’t violate any laws… This was true. Katze’s service as his servant had ended, but only as a Furniture.

The door opening ended Raoul’s thoughts as his target entered. “Ten minutes Katze,” Raoul said. “I gave you ten minutes to come to me, and here nearly thirty minutes has passed.”

Amber eyes lowered respectfully. “Forgive me, Sir Am. I was not presentable to be in your presence, and so took the risk of your displeasure so wash the filth from my person before our meeting…”

“Did you?” Raoul’s eyes narrowed at the deceptive submissive stance of the redhead. “It seems the longer you are away from Eos, the more impudent you become.”

Raoul watched as a ghost of a smile appeared on Katze’s lips before disappearing.

“If my attitude towards you offends you, then I will correct it the next time we meet,” Katze replied smoothly.

Raoul stood, smiling smugly at how Katze instinctively took a step back. “Careful Katze,” Raoul purred as he made his way slowly to the boy. “I can easily take away what I have given back to you,” he lied silkily.

Katze did not respond, concerned more on how the Blondie circled him then the threats spoken to him.

“Now, when I call what will you do?” Raoul said, stopping behind he redhead.

“I will come,” Katze said tightly, then said, “Unless Sir Iason has duties for me in which I incapable of venturing away from the ‘office’ to attend to your command, of course.”

Raoul chuckled. “Yes, you certainly have changed in the short time since your banishment to Iason’s world of illegal dealings.” Raoul slowly treaded his fingers through the soft hairs at Katze nape, yanking Katze’s head back.

“However, do not assume you will not be punished by me just because you still are under Iason’s protection,” Raoul hissed in Katze’s ear. “I suggest you control that tongue of yours, before it leads you further into trouble.”

With his other hand, Raoul traced a fingertip down the scar on Katze’s left cheek. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Perfectly clear, Sir Am,” Katze replied, wincing in pain as the hand the Blondie had in his hair tightened.

“Good.” Raoul smiled down at Katze, holding onto the young ex-Furniture a moment longer before releasing him. Walking away, Raoul sat back down in his seat he’d vacated from. Crossing his legs Raoul waved his hand in Katze’s direction. “Take your shirt off.”

Stripping out of his black coat, Katze neatly draped it across one of the chairs nearest to him, and then slowly began unbuttoning his red shirt.

“Quickly, Katze,” Raoul commanded sharply. And once the offending material revealed pale flesh, Raoul was silent as he studied Katze’s upper chest. “Come to me,” Raoul softly said.

Katze hesitated. Becoming nervous by the sudden change in the Blondie’s body language, and the husky tone Raoul used.

“Katze!”

Knowing if he hesitated longer, he could very well be whipped- if not worse, Katze made his way to the Blondie, stopping just out on reach.

Raoul made a circling motion with his forefinger. Silently ordering Katze to turn around, and keeping his amusement to himself as the redhead’s amber eyes flashed briefly in anger as he did as he was told.

“Your left shoulder is bruised, and you have new wounds on your knuckles,” Raoul said, frowning at the large, deep, discoloration on Katze’s body, destroying his pale perfection.

“In my new line of work, there are complications in which needs to be dealt with by me,” Katze said, his hands clenched tightly in fists at his side.

“I see,” Raoul’s eyes caressed the new firmness of Katze’s back before ordering the ex-Furniture to face him once again. “Your body has made visible changes from the last time.”

Katze nodded sharply. Wondering when the Blondie would grow bored and allow him to dress.

“Now your pants,” Raoul said, his heated gaze lifting to meet Katze’s. “Take them off.”

With practiced control, Katze did as he was ordered. He knew the Blondie would tell him to do so, but hoped this time would be different.

Raoul watched as those long elegant fingers unhooked, and unzipped his black trousers, letting the fine cloth fall to the floor in a heap at his feet. Raoul motioned Katze to come closer, and kept his smile to himself as the redhead struggled not to disobey him.

“Have you had any sexual experiences yet?” Raoul inquired the moment Katze faced him again.

Startled, Katze did not respond right away. “No.”

“Do not lie to me, Katze,” Raoul said in a low, dangerous, tone.

“I have not had the opportunity to engage in any activities other than the duties given to me by Sir Iason,” Katze clarified.

Satisfied with Katze’s answer, Raoul settled down and asked his next question. “Have you pleasured yourself?”

Raoul enjoyed Katze’s obvious unease. From all his previous visits he’d had the ex-Furniture undress down to his brief’s, inspected his body and asked questions in regards to Katze’s health, but never had he ask anything intimate.

Just the thought of sex associated with Katze had disturbed Raoul, taking him back to inappropriate way he’d gently touched the redhead while the young man had been given to him to fix. And yet the more Raoul tried to eradicate the growing need to dominate Katze in a carnal way, the stronger that need became. This was why he avoided voicing his questions of Katze’s sexual activities.

However, there was so much Raoul could take after viewing that pale body numerous times. He wanted more.

“I asked you a question Katze.”

“No,” Katze said, looking straight ahead.

Raoul delighted in at the faint blush that painted those high cheek bones. “How do you expect me to see if the experiment was a success if you are uncooperative?”

“Once I am able to, I will find a willing partner and get you the answers you seek,” Katze said stone faced, but eyes burning with anger which Katze could not control so the Blondie could not see how much he’d affected him.

“If and when that time comes, your partner will be chosen by me,” Raoul angrily said, surprising himself at his outburst of emotion. But the thought of Katze in bed with some unknown man… Enjoying himself –

Scowling, Raoul pushed the thought from his mind. “Remove the rest of your clothing,” Raoul ordered.

Katze stood there with a look of shock on his lovely face.

“Did you not hear me?”

Katze gulped. “I’m afraid my understanding of what you are requesting-“

“Remove. All. Of. Your. Clothing. Is that not clear enough for you?” Raoul leaned forward slightly as Katze hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his brief’s and, after taking a deep breath, pulled his underwear down.

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