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Coincidence	By : Kiba Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 9481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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chapter 3: progress and freedoms

Days went by and nothing changed, leaving the mongrel more or less to dwell on thoughts. Janus brought him ridiculously rich meals but without anything to do, locked up whatever reason for, Raven barely picket at the food and the furniture always denied his invitations to join him with a polite gesture and a remark about up-coming duties. Be it food, be it an exchange of clothes, Janus never spent more than a few minutes � thanks to the Blondie; of that Raven felt sure.

The highlight of the day � if one could call it that � remained the every evening visit of his Blondie-captor, only that they didn't do anything but staring at each other; Raoul sitting on a chair, hands neatly folded in his lap, totally relaxed, Raven cross-legged on the bed, futilely attempting to stare the Blondie to ground.

Day by day by day ... Damn it, he was a mongrel, not some interesting experiment in a Petri dish.

Bored stiff, and in the meantime at the point of recalling bacchanalian songs, Raven ran out of patience. Without prelude or letting the Blondie take seat, he blurted out,

�For how long do you plan to lock me up like this? I'm going out of my mind!�

�We make some progress.�

Maybe the Blondie was going out of his mind too. That didn't make any sense to the boy.

�Can't you just say, what the hell you want from me?�

�Not of your concern.�

If that wasn't wildly funny, it proved at least his theory, regarding the Blondie's state of mind. Raven was near breaking out into a hysterical laughter but figured in the nick of time it wouldn't do him any good, beside getting him anywhere.

�According to your behavior I can grant you some liberties or lock you up here.�

Voice was thick with sarcasm, he answered, �I vaguely remember. Stop trying to scare me!�

�This arrogant back talk is the behavior I'm referring to. I have absolutely no patience with untamed pets.�

�Are you kidding? I'm no pet!�

�Yes you are.�

Gods, the Blondie was in earnest. Raven shook his head violently, �Mongrels aren't pets.�

�That doesn't need to trouble you.�

The boy broke out in a cold sweat, pressing his back against the wall, he tried to talk some reason into Raoul,

�You can purchase every pet you want. Why fetch a mongrel out of the slum?�

�It's a matter of taste.�

�I don't believe you.�

�I'm not interested in what you believe, as long as you are obedient.�

The word alone sent shivers down his spine, its flavor unusual appealing to a more violent side of him. He didn't do well with obedient.

Such expressive eyes. They provoked Raoul to touch his fingers to Raven's lips.

�From now on, your only concern is to follow my every command. It's not that hard to obey me.�

�Let go of me!�

Raoul withdraw his hand, taken aback by the sudden hatred in the boy's voice and his own whimsical behavior. He was about to continue his isolating treatment of the mongrel, but something surprising happened.

�I won't give you trouble as long as you don't make me jerk off for some pervert freak or such a thing.� With unveiled self-doubt, he added, �At least not too much trouble.�

Raoul, though never having in mind to let the mongrel engage in any sort of sexual congress � the result of the last time stood right before him � put up another front,

�Not open for discussion, pet ... But some progress.�

The boy heaved a sigh of relief. His beautiful blue eyes returned Raoul's gaze without reproach and suddenly the prospect of making the mongrel his pet wasn't so bizarre anymore.

~~~

"Where is Raven?"

The furniture pointed to the balcony. Raven's point of retreat. During the day the mongrel was to stay with him and limited to his room when he left. He shared his rhythm of early waking and late retiring, treating him always with respect and thus making it impossible for Janus not to care for him.

They grew fond of each other and made their days in a comforting facileness with lots of jesting, despite the mutual memorizing of the other as scrawny mucky kid. Sharing a past, neither of them cared to indulge in, they avoided talking about Guardian.

The mongrel stuck to his word. He neither gave Raoul, nor Janus trouble; still Raoul wasn't satisfied with the situation. Every time he observed the mongrel with Janus, stabs of jealousy stole themselves in his heart. Raven's monosyllabic treatment of him got more and more on his nerves.

Master and furniture never saw a pet acting like this but Janus didn't bother to tutor Raven in pet-etiquette. The youth felt outclassing the Blondie and would have done nothing to risk the special place he was given by the other one. Filled with gratitude, if not thrill, he reasoned,
'A mongrel should stay a mongrel.'

�Prepare dinner, Janus! We have a guest tonight.�

�Yes, Master Raoul. May I ask whom?�

�None of the lords.�

No Blondie. He decided for a dinner with vegetable soup, wild fowl and asparagus, immediately getting busy, while his master made his way to the balcony.

The mongrel stared into the darkness, wearing an outfit that Raoul ordered for him. The form fitting blue suit accentuated the blue of his eyes. Raoul preferred shorter � more petisque � getups but Raven's body carried scars.

He looked like a statue against the dark, a most exquisite one with an aura of tragedy.

Like a bird in a cage.

�Are all furnitures from Ceres?�

The Blondie rose a brow, �How come you ask?�

�I remember Janus from Guardian.�

Raoul stepped closer and pulled a disordered bang out of Raven's face,

�Not exactly. They come from Guardian.�

Raven detached himself from the balustrade and the unwanted touch, that sent shivers down his spine,

�You missed to order wine. I go get it.�

He quickly vanished into the safety of the penthouse and was careful to stay out of reach, when he returned with the glass. Raoul, wanting him nearer, didn't accept it, so Raven put it on the balustrade.

�You surprise me.�

�You always order one.�

Raoul smiled inwardly. If wanted to, the boy verbally sidestepped to avoid a theme.

�Maybe I should think about turning you into a furniture.�

�Bad idea.�

Like the other day, Raoul reached out to him, not knowing where the need to ruffle his hair, to touch him at all, came from and again the boy shied away from his hand. He whispered, �Don't!� and approached him slowly, finally placing his palm on the boy's cheek, his thumb ghosting over the sensuous lips.

�You are talkative today.�

The hand seemed to burn Raven's skin. He wasn't used to being touched and he didn't want it. It only served bad memories.

Please!

The only existing person who was allowed to touch him, Katze, betrayed him.

Take it away ... Take it away ... Take it away ...

Even though his discomfort and the knot in his stomach grew, he forced himself to answer, trying hard to concentrate on the conversation instead of the unsettling touch.

"What do you want from me?"

"I intended to break your spirit."

"What for have I earned that privilege?"

"No particular reason."

Great! Fucking me up for no particular reason.

"Your eyes betray you. Don't give me that look"

Raoul released him and Raven quickly changed the issue, neither entirely sure about the Blondie's sanity nor his own, at least if he was to stay in this surreal sort of situation.

�You look exhausted.�

�You are not your usual self.�

Who would?

�I'm going out of my mind. I'm not used to sit around all day.�

Raoul felt pleased by the idea of having possibly found a way to get through the mongrel's resistance but also touched by the simple truth, the statement revealed. He embraced the boy from behind. Struggled against the hold proved pointless. A mongrel's strength simply couldn't compete with a Blondie's.

He gave in with a frustrated sigh. Still, Raoul wasn't satisfied. Whispering, �Shh.� from time to time, he waited for Raven's tense muscles to loosen. Then stated,

"We are both not our usual selves but I think I like it."

�What do you want from me?�

The desperation in his voice was moving.

�For today to join me. We got a guest.�

Another sigh but Raven followed him back to the main hall without protest, only when he saw Janus rushing to the kitchen, he trailed off.

�Let me help you.�

Neither did he wait for an answer, nor did he listen to Janus' complains while they carried dishes and plates into the main hall. The poor furniture nearly sat up Raoul's glass.

�I'm sorry, Master!�

�Don't be so skittish Janus. He is allowed to help you.�

�Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.�

For a short moment Raoul detected a faint smile on Raven's. Captivating.

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Katze finished his smoke and followed the electronic unit, that accompanied him to the upper floor.

New furniture.

�Janus, you may retire to your room.�

�Where is Raven?�

Are you concerned for him?

"That is no proper greeting, Katze."

He pointed to the boy, who remained frozen in the doorway with his hands clenched to fists. Raoul waved him close and made him kneel down at his side, not realizing how humiliated the boy felt.

�You look good, brat.�

Raven locked his eyes on the floor but not without making Katze known his anger. He moved into a typical furniture pose, deliberately reminding the dealer of his past. Though hundred years away, that hit a weak spot.

�Do you mind when I smoke?�

�Later.�

Raoul hated the smell and didn't understand why someone, with such a short lifespan, continually poisoned himself. Katze, knowing that, shouldn't have asked. Distracted by the picture of the beautiful boy so submissively positioned at his side, he ran a hand through Ravens black hair; which the dealer in turn observed in utmost alarm.

Raoul? Unthinkable, not Raoul.

He threw a storage-chip on the table, wanting to turn Raoul's attention from the boy. The Blondie took the chip, well aware of the odd tension.

�Whatever it is between the two of you � have it out while I'm shifting this!�

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Raven unfolded his legs, waiting for the numbness to subside.

�You look good.�

�You look like a sick old bastard ... You take little care care of yourself, don't you?�

Shit! What do I care?

"I believe I've earned this."

�How's the business going? Why do you deliver data files?�

�Bored?�

Asshole.

Katze lit himself a cigarette but Raven snatched it from his mouth before he even got the chance to take a drag. It ended in a glass of exquisite wine.

The dealer only hunched his shoulders. How much Raven would have liked to slap that fucking casualness from his face.

�Take it as a chance. It's much better than the warehouse, Raven. Don't complain.�

�Whom are you trying to convince?� He stepped close to Katze, �Tell me, how can I bear it?�

�Day by day. Once he is through with you come home. Everything will come back to normal and you will soon forget about.�

�Like you did?�

~~~

Raoul observed his mongrel by screen, when Raven moved for the first time unrestricted and without the company of Janus inside the penthouse. The boy gave a strong imagination of an animal transferred into a new habitat. Cautious and tense.

He cleaned the leashes of a tiny plant from dusk and watered it.

Silly

When Raoul returned home, the plant was back on it's regular spot.

�Am I allowed in there?�

Raven pointed to the library.

�Yes, you are.�

The boy considered something and withdrew.

The following day started as a repetition of the previous one. Raven put the plant in front of the window and watered it. Afterwards he made for the library, gasping in awe at the enormous amount of books. He walked from one shelve to the next, his slender fingers almost caressing the spines of the books. With a smile on his face, he finally selected a particular book and took it to the balcony, where he remained for the bigger part of the day.

In the evening everything was back to its places and Raven out of sight. Raoul usually enjoyed solitude but this hide and coop was getting on his nerves. He fetched a book and made for the pet's room. Piercing blue eyes turned to Raoul,

�Is there anything I can do for you?�

�Like?�

�Preparing dinner, serving wine.�

Raoul considered the possibilities. The furniture was out anyway

�I would appreciate you to join me!�

He turned around and walked away with his rather reluctant mongrel in tow.

�You like my library?�

�Yes. I hardly get the opportunity to read.�

�Is there a book you like the best?�

�Henry the Fifth but I'm only half trough.�

�Did you figure it out in my library?�

�The computer is off line ... for me.�

A slight smile crossed Raoul's lips. Later he cut the library terminal from the internal system and created an account for Raven's use. Soon, the boy's daily routine changed again.

Now a freshly poured glass of wine waited for Raoul on the side table of his favorite chair, by the time of his usual arrival. Once he was settled Raven joined him, sitting on the steps of the library, drown to one of Raoul's books.

He pays me.

Not quite permitted, however, amusing and peaceful.

The peace came to an end with the approaching trade convention. One more furniture, with whom Raven equally easy befriended as with Janus, started limited service in the penthouse. He and the furnitures often stuck together and Raoul was back to experiencing this strange jealousy.
Put out � by furnitures!

Despite the late hour, Raven sat on the ledge of the balcony, sunken in a book. Grateful for the opportunity, Raoul joined him. The heat of the slim body called to him like a summer breeze and he was more than tempted to pull Raven into a tight embrace.

�Why are you enjoying your freedoms at a time like this?�

�No particular reason.�

�Hand me the book! ... Classics again.�

�I must confess, I don't understand half of the words.�

Raoul smiled, perfect, inviting Raven to sit in front of him,

�Let's work on your vocabulary.�

For once he wasn't met with reluctance, which the Blondie found very alluring. He couldn't prevent himself from pulling the boy as close as possible, inhaling his sweet and at the same time masculine scent.

Raven�s heart pounded faster when he felt Raoul's breath skimming over his naked neck but he made no effort of breaking away. Raoul whispered,

�You like books, don't you?�

�Yes.�

�And this? Is it o.k. for you?�

Was he asking for permission?

Raven replied a little weakly, �I enjoy your warmth.�

�I see.� Nuzzling Raven's neck, triggered a strong reaction, �Will you reward me with a kiss, if I give you the book?�

A tremor went through the boy, �I'm no whore!�

Raoul fastened his hold on him and turned his head back. He captured the boy's protest with his lips, plundering his mouth with an exceptional skilled kiss. As tempting as such a kiss might be,
Raven kept pressing hard against the Blondie's chest until he released him.

Slamming the book into Raoul's hands, he shouted, �I'm no whore!� and fled the balcony but the kiss taunted him in his dreams. He woke with a moan, hot and shamed. Raoul's taste still lingered on his lips and it tasted good.
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