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Hello, everybody. I know probably no one expects any updates on this story, since I was away for this long, but here is a new chapter, yay!

Games

The trade conference was dragging, while the Blondie Iason was taken from party to party, shown like a prize, a situation that irked him to no end. Agent Black was always present, looming in the background, his eyes always searching for some imminent danger, something that could harm his charge. Iason was shown documents, explained all types of supposed good deals, but the representative of Amoi felt sudden surges of hot temper taking him by surprise when he felt he could no longer bear all the talking and the false friendships on offer.

“This is not open for discussion until we sit down at the conference table”, he had insisted, on more than one occasion, but these underhanded men of business did not understand that his actions weren’t negotiation tactics and continued their social tirade at him.

‘Mother was right to send me in person. They aren’t businessmen. They are snakes, and a subordinate would have found themselves overborne by this unseemly behavior’ he mused, while other plans and documents were displayed before him, and constant chattering continually hurled at him in the hope of wearing him down before the serious negotiations began.

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Iason didn’t remember ever being so mentally exhausted in his life. Groaning loudly, he found his way to the master bedroom and fell upon the bed in a manner totally foreign to an Elite of Amoi. After the constant barrage of sound, Iason decided he would indulge in two minutes of silence, before summoning one of the staff to prepare his bath, and bring him dinner.

However his mind was brought back to full faculty as a familiar and husky voice permeated the air:

“So Mister Proper can feel tired after a hard day schmoozing with the natives.”

Iason slowly opened his eyes, only to find a pair of black eyes meeting his head on as Riki stood over him, slightly bent forward, hands in his pockets, and an amused look on his face.

“What are you doing in my room?” He asked irritated.

Feigning disappointment, Riki straighten up:

“Ah, and I thought I was always welcome here.”

The black haired agent smiled, and Iason felt the tension in his body begin to fade. He couldn’t fathom it but he found the presence of this person, to be pleasant in a positive way. The exhaustion that had enveloped him only moments earlier began to fade, and Iason found he began to feel playful as he basked in the Agent’s continued stare.

“Why are you here, Agent Black? Is there danger about that you need to invade my privacy?”

“Call me Riki.”

Iason hid his curiosity, with typical Blondie ease. His countenance remained expressionless, while evaluating the man that was now circling the room, picking up different objects, and putting them back just as quickly. The black haired beauty was wanting something, but bidding his time, nonetheless. Iason was curious and decided to move things along.

“What is it that I can do for you, beautiful Riki?”

The black haired raised an eyebrow. Clearly, nothing passed by this Blondie.

“Beautiful?”

“In Tanagura, I am known to be the Blondie with the most beautiful pets in his personal stable. I know what beauty is.”

Riki groaned.

“Again, that pet thing! I am not a fucking pet!”

Faking disappointment, Iason crossed his legs and continued to examine Riki with the interest, one would show when judging merchandise from a Pet Show.

“That is too bad. You would have made a fine addition to my household.”

What was it with this person that got him so annoyed? Riki blamed it on the haughty countenance and stuck up attitude, but a little voice inside his head kept telling him that the man that was irritating him was also the man he was attracted to . But that wasn’t why he was here. Gathering his wits about him, he decided to take the risk and ask his question.

“I need some info. You seem to know a lot about intergalactic affairs and shit, and I need your help.”

“What kind of information do you seek?”

“About …. Myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Apparently, I was thrown here right after my last assignment.. Problem is my memory got lost along the way, … , and I don’t know shit about whom I am or who I was. Ever since I woke up the people here keep on telling me I’m some kind of an Elite trooper, but, all they keep doing is feeding me information someone has fed them. No one seems to know me personally. I’m a man without a past. For me, to not remember anything at all … it’s the pits.”

Iason frowned in thought.

“Why do you think I am the right person to help you in your predicament?”

“I’ve seen you in action these past few days. You seem to know a lot more than the average morons you’ve been dealing with, and your mind is like on steroids. Plus, you’re like a fucking king or something, you must have intelligence services following your orders.”

“Despite the language, I must admit that your suppositions are correct. But … what will I be getting in return, provided that I decide to help you?”

Riki laughed and moved his body in a lascivious manner.

“All this … sexy.”

Iason eyed him coldly.

“What makes you think I would want your body, as you suggest? I’ve told you, we do not engage in intercourse.”

“Ok, I get it. I’ll blow you as many times as you want, if that’s the way you want to play it.”

“No”, Iason stated plainly.

Staring at the Blondie in pure disbelief, Riki uttered through clenched teeth:

“Shit, you’re a tough one. No wonder all these freaks here couldn’t put you down. Ok, then, you name it.”

“Name what?” Iason absent-mindedly examined his gloves.

“Your price.”

“A Blondie cannot be bought like this.”

His head dropping in defeat, Riki felt the insults as if they burnt into his skin.

“Fine, I’ll take a hike, then. Pretend I never asked you.”

Turning on his heels, Riki headed for the door, but Iason’s voice stopped him.

“Never leave the negotiations table, before hearing everything, Riki.”

“What’s more to hear? You just pissed on me. Since I don’t have anything else but my body …”

“See? You do have something to trade, why not capitalize on it?”

“But you just said …”

“Undress.”

“You already saw me …”

“Obey me, Riki.”

Something in that tone left no room for further comment. With brisk movements, Riki undressed intending to send the message that he found all this ridiculous. Completely naked, he raised his arms, and made a full circle turn.

“That’s me, ok? Nothing more.”

Rising from the bed, with his natural grace, Iason approached.

“Here is where you are wrong, Riki. There is much more.”

A gloved hand traveled lightly on Riki’s body, caressing his flanks. Then a finger gently circled his bellybutton. Finally the hand reached its goal, and rested on top of the youth’s manhood. Riki felt his knees giving way under the skilled caress. When did the tables turn in this game of seduction?

“You’re such a bag of lies. If you don’t fuck, how come you know how to touch another?”

Iason ignored the breathy comment and commanded:

“Raise your arms.”

Before submitting, Riki dared asking:

“If I do as you say, will you help me?”

“Perhaps”, Iason answered still not committing himself to helping the now helpless agent, and in one single move forced Riki’s arms above his head .

Iason continued his explorations, touching Riki’s skin everywhere. A curious digit circled a dark nipple, making it hard under the thumb. Riki moaned, completely taken aback by his own reactions to this stimulus. Iason smiled, satisfied with the startled reaction.

“Apparently, besides not knowing your past, there are many things you don’t know about yourself, Riki.”

In a strangled voice, Riki spoke:

“That’s not what I meant …”

“Silence. Since this is what you are offering, you should not mind me sampling the wares.”

With that, Iason’s touch vanished, leaving Riki bereft . Riki’s eyes flew open only to find Iason sitting on the bed, patting the silken space next to him.

“Come here, Riki.”

“Well, that’s a bit more like it.” The youth smirked, feeling the ball was now in his court.

He jumped onto the bed, and in an instant, he was on Iason’s lap, circling him with his legs and his arms, placing his moist lips on Iason’s mouth.

This was not what Iason expected. Taken by surprise, it took him less than a second to realize his mistake. To counterattack Riki’s intimacy, Iason made a sudden turn, throwing Riki so that he landed flat on his back on the bed, but the skilled Agent instinctively succeeded in dragging Iason on top. With no space between them, Iason’s erection pressed through the fabric containing it seeking on its own volition Riki’s naked one.

Riki murmured teasingly in a husky tone:

“I knew you weren’t made of stone. Except maybe for one part”, he said, as a skillful hand left Iason’s neck and reached for the man’s throbbing organ.

It took all of Iason’s strength and determination to escape the maddening embrace.

Was he panting? His body had never reacted like this before. His mind seemed to have no control over its actions.

And this Agent…Any other Blondie, Elite or off worlder would have been trembling at his feet by now, but this free and aroused male who showed no fear of him seemed to have other designs as he pushed him beyond his limits. Riki stretched on the sheets, and pouted in disappointment:

“You’re no fun, you know? What’s wrong with sticking your dick in some hole you like?”

Iason tried to regain his composure, but it was quite hard, as a little flush was coloring his cheeks as he tried to control his breathing.

“I do not do such things.”

Riki stared at him in disbelief.

“You are rock hard, man. A few seconds ago, you drove me out of my wits, with that fancy touch of yours. So, I don’t see where the problem is. But, hey, if you get your kicks by playing the virgin don’t let me stop you. I’ll lie here, like a dead fish, and you can play your touchy feely game with me.”

“But, if I catch your dick anywhere near my holes …”

For reasons unknown, Iason burst into a hearty laugh. What in Jupiter’s name was he doing? Obviously, this male was far from being a pet.

He had a gorgeous body that responded to his slightest touch but the reality was, Blondie’s did not touch, they observed. And instinctively Iason realized that he had already broken one rule, and how easy it would be to follow on and do as Riki said. Iason felt he had no control over the situation, and it was time to end this.

“It is fine, Riki. You may dress now.”

Riki frowned, but was up in an instant.

“Shit, man, the games you play …”

“Do not worry yourself, I will help you.”

“And your payment?”

“Your mystery piqued my curiosity. That is enough for me.”

“How come?”

“What you are saying about your memory loss resembles what we, on Amoi, call a mind wipe. I will start an investigation on your behalf.”

Now dressed, Riki closed the distance between them and gently kissed the man. Iason looked him in the eyes.

“I see no need for you to keep on doing this, Riki.”

“I did it because I like you. In other words, it’s free. No strings attached.”

With that Riki quickly left the room. And as the door closed after him, Iason removed his glove and gently touched his lips. Bemused and perplexed he really did not know what to make of any of this.

It was peculiar, Iason couldn’t help thinking, as his mind once again centered on the dark agent. It was easy to use the excuse that his problem was worth exploring, since it seemed that, for some unknown reason, the youngster was being kept in the dark by the inhabitants of this foreign planet.

Perhaps, if it wasn’t for the slippery nature of these fawning individuals, Iason would have brushed it aside, but curiosity, his own sixth sense and something else he really didn’t want to delve kept telling him there was something to be discovered behind all the smoke. If it was one thing Iason detested in the foreigners he had to deal with, it was to be taken for a fool.

And then there was something else that kept his interest going. The kiss he had received a few nights ago still came to mind, along with the episode where they had been engaged in something even more intimate. Just the thought of it made Iason’s skin burn with pleasure upon remembering that skilled tongue swirling along his shaft, making him feel …

Iason brought his straying thoughts to a halt.

Sometimes, Iason pondered, it was like his body was remembering something his mind just could not grasp, and that vital information slipping through his fingers. It irked him to such a great extent that he would begin to feel a slight pain beginning to form behind his eyes. It was easier to concentrate on that kiss, whose novelty did not seem to trigger any response from the depth of his psychosomatic system. There had been something, in that kiss, that for reasons he couldn’t fathom he wished to keep just for himself, as a gentle memory.

Lost in thought, Iason was brought out of his musings when a voice called out.

“I’m here, Your Highness.”

“Something you want, Agent Black?”

“You know damned well I do”, the man clad in black leather snorted.

“Then let’s get down to work. Come here.”

This time, when Iason patted the spot on the bed next to him, Riki didn’t jump on his lap, as he had done the previous time. To Iason’s disappointment, he just approached him, a little shyness in his movements, as he sat carefully next to him, staring at the laptop screen Iason had opened on the bed. With his chin thoughtfully place on his right palm, he was just looking, almost not noticing Iason. Riki’s eyes remained focused on the screen, as opposed to Iason’s whose eyes never left the dark one.

“I will need a blood sample.”

“Huh?”

“Stop staring at the screen. You have no understanding as to what you are looking at. Give me your finger.”

Without waiting for Riki to comply, Iason caught the man’s hand into his steel grip and using a small syringe, took the required sample.

“Ouch! That hurt, you son of a bitch!”

The words rattled Iason, as they echoed in his head. Dropping his head slightly, his eyes came to rest on the hand still in his.

Without understanding, he didn’t let go of the dark hand, all callous and warm in his, as the droplet of blood that still lingered on the agent’s finger drew him in. Almost unaware of his own actions, he brought the finger to his lips and licked it with a tentative movement of his tongue. Riki watched him in pure fascination. The sudden feeling of intimacy between them was broken by the dark youngster, who cleared his throat, feigning humor:

“Are you some kind of vampire? Do you get your rocks off on blood? Sorry, but I do not …”

Riki’s words died on his lips, as Iason moved his attention from his finger to his mouth, catching it in a smoldering kiss, the Blondie’s need to taste again suddenly all empowering. Riki moaned in pure pleasure, as the haughty being holding him closed proved to be an expert in an area he should know nothing about. The kiss continued until they both needed air, their lips still savoring the other’s taste, diminishing into a slow, and regretful parting.

“What was that all about?” Riki’s hoarse voice demanded. “Thought your race didn’t indulge in such things?”

Iason could only look at him, his face once more impassive, not willing to really dwell on the impulse he had just given in to without a second thought.

Even though Riki’s intense stare continued to burn into him, he returned his attention to the screen, as the small ping informed him the task was done.

“Ah, here are the results of your blood tests. According to this special program, you are ….”

Iason, to Riki’s dismay, fell silent. He grabbed a full fist of Iason’s pretentious garments, yelling at him:

“What? What the hell did you find?”

Iason’s frozen stare moved to Riki.

“You are Amoian. You come from my home planet.”

It was Riki’s turn to stare in disbelief.

“What?”

Iason removed the youngster’s hands from his clothes, with an angry gesture. Once more he donned the personality he wore when home.

“Yes, it is no doubt. Your blood sample clearly points out that you are from Amoi. Which clearly means that you are nothing but a Mongrel.”

The last words were uttered in disgust. There was no mistaking the derision of that statement. Riki angrily stood up and away from the now cold bastard he was supposed to guard with his life.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Want to give me a clue?”

Iason’s eyes now blazed with anger. He rose to full height, his mind crying out trickery, while at the same time feeling sullied by his previous actions. With a hand on his hip, he pointed an accusatory finger towards Riki:

“What is this shady game? Speak now, if you still want to enjoy my leniency. Who ordered you to come here?”

Riki’s eyes turned back with fiery power.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. So cut the crap and tell me what the hell is your problem?”

Iason closed the distance between them, forcing Riki to take a few steps back. Again, Iason grabbed his wrists and held them down, all the while his eyes boring into Riki’s. Finally, he let go.

“You are speaking the truth”, he said as he abruptly turned him back on the agent.

“Yeah, man, so what the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Watch that tone, Mongrel. As my subservient, you are not to talk to me in this manner.”

“Your what?”

Iason rubbed his gloved fingers trying to rid himself of the contamination of touching a mongrel. The gesture did not escape Riki.

“You know, I didn’t suddenly get fleas.”

“Let me make this clear, Mongrel. On my planet, you are the lowest of the low, a sub species and the only reason why you are still breathing is because you are obviously oblivious of what you are.”

Riki turned to leave, a pure white burning anger churning inside him. With his hand on the doorknob, he turned:

“And just so you know, for someone pretending to be ‘the shit’, you’re nothing but piece of shit. Just keep in mind that you’re the one who just rubbed his tongue against mine. You kissed me. You Mr I Don’t Do Things Like That, came on to me. Not the other way around.”

The door slammed behind him, leaving Iason unnerved.

Iason could not sleep that night. He tossed and turned, but the Mongrel’s words were still echoing in his ears. And even though it was a Mongrel, he spoke the truth, for that split second, Iason had wanted him, willing to forget his Amoian beliefs, right before finding out Riki was from Amoi. ‘How did things change, Iason?’ A tiny voice kept repeating. ‘The boy is the same, Mongrel or not. You felt it, didn’t you?’

“Felt what?” Iason silently screamed, rising from the bed, completely unnerved.

What was it he had felt? The warmth, the wetness, the feeling of fullness, and it was not just physical, … Iason had felt complete, at peace with himself, although the blood had raced in his veins, burning with desire.

The truth was Iason knew the dark agent had been right. The Blondie had kissed him, on his own volition, and there was no way to deny that basic truth.

The second next day, Iason tried in vain to catch Riki’s eyes, as the agent professionally continued to do his job. The Blondie could tell he had not been the only one not getting any sleep, as the agent’s eyes were dark circled. Later when he had returned to his quarters, Iason asked the head of the household staff to have Riki summoned to his quarters. He knew he had to have a talk with the brunette.

“You summoned me? Is there some problem with my performance Your Higness?”

Although the words were calm, Iason could see Riki’s upset.

“Take a seat, … Riki.”

“You were about to say ‘Mongrel’, weren’t you?”

The dark one’s works were filled with anger. But he took the offered seat.

“I must admit that, when I was not aware of your place of birth, I did not have any prejudices against you”.

“But now you can’t resist judging me because of it”, Riki interjected, “so what do you want from me? Or have you forgotten I’m just dirt to you now.”

Momentarily Iason remained thoughtful, pondering what to say next as his eyes wandered over the figure standing rigidly across the table. He took in the manly features, the way those callous hands flexed as if they were containing the fury within, the lips that had captivated him with their softness, now in a tight harsh line. He had wanted those lips.

“Is it so hard to believe that I am trying to apologize?” Iason finally said in a soft voice.

“No shit!” Riki commented, leaning back in his chair, and watching Iason through half hooded eyes.

Iason’s jaw closed painfully. Riki could almost swear he heard the bones cracking. But the majestical being before him continued after momentary pause.

“Well, I am.”

Riki smirked.

“Hard to believe but fine. Apology accepted. But, anyways, if this is all you want to say to me, then I’m off.”

He rose from the chair and turned on his heels, when he was stopped in his tracks by a powerful embrace. Surprised, he tried to shake Iason off.

“You are really weird. What happened to all those beliefs of yours, besides the fact, that according to your planet, I’m no better than scum?”

“Yes, you are correct in everything you just said. But right here, right now, I don’t feel the same.”

Turning to face Iason, Riki saw something different in the piercing blues. Iason looked almost vulnerable and lost, and Riki’s heart reached out in empathy, remembering how he had felt when he woke up on that spaceship. Touching Iason’s hand gently, he whispered:

“You know, you’re not on your planet anymore. No one will ever know that you willingly touched a Mongrel”, Riki said sadly.

Iason frowned.

“That is not what is bothering me.”

“Then what?” Riki asked, genuinely interested.

“What is truly bothering me is that I want to touch you again.”

Iason’s eyes were so intense that it brought goosebumps to Riki’s skin. Swallowing hard under the hot stare, Riki managed to utter, feigning coolness:

“So what’s the problem? Touch me… Walls have no eyes.”
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