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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 38: memories

Two pets knelt on the cushion. One caught the face of the other in its hands and forced a heated kiss upon its lips. They moved reluctant and hesitant as if the act was entirely new to them thus eradicating an innocence unbeknown to the sexualized world of Eos.

Kyle shifted in his seat while the display went on, a glass of wine hoisted languidly.

The pets took their time exploring and probing. Dark skin contrasted pale skin under a perfect lighting. Moans rose as the dark one pressed against the pale boy behind him. The display was perfect and yet …

“You dare to dwell on memories? How pathetic.” The Feron looked with disgust at his holographic counterpart before he walked right through it.

Kyle put the glass down, “As usual, the copy doesn't compare to the original. I see, you remember the code, my little Kris. What are you here for? I dare say you won't return to your righteous home and master.”

“Self mockery'?” Kris took seat opposite the Elite. The Blondie turned the holograph off and leaned back. Suddenly the air in the condo seemed stagnant so Kyle readjusted the ventilation and upped the temperature by two degree, earning himself a mild smile from the ex-pet. “You remember.”

“We had not only bad times, hadn't we?” He got up, walked over to the intercom and ordered a second plate with game and Sheras roots, chocolate mousse and ginger ale. It didn't take long for the furniture to bring a tray but instead of having the furniture serve, Kyle went to meet him and took it upon himself to arrange the plate and everything else in front of Kris on the table. The young man worried his lip between his teeth, “Thank you, Kyle.” He took fork and knife, neatly clipped a morsel out of the meat and finally let it melt on his tongue, “Delicious.”

“You're welcome.”

Kris eyed him with an expression of wonder, "Why did you do it?"

“Did what, my Kris?”

The Feron's face adopted a bemused expression, “Made me the way, I am.”

Kyle uphold his glass, “At a first glance this wine is easily mistaken for Denovian Altas. The texture, the weight and even the smell are identical. Only if you move it against a source of light, it gives way to its true nature.” He moved the glass nearer to the holographic and the liquid took on a blueish sheen. “This wine is uncommon. The first 20 years it ripens like every other but to bring out its noble taste it has to be stored under light.” He moved the glass to his lips and let the liquid slowly pool on his tongue. “If served correctly, it's cream of the crop.” Kyle tipped the remaining contents of the glass into a flower pot, “If served to cold or hot by half a degree, it goes to waste.” He turned his head back to the boy, amusement evident in the corner of his eyes, “To what conclusion did your musings guide you?”

“For one thing to the conclusion of you being a complete asshole and for another thing...” Kris put down his cutlery and looked squarely into Kyle's eyes, sighing. “Did you want me to be like you, fatally attracted to another one just beyond reach?”

“As ally, a mere pet? Hardly. Your train of thought is touching, quite so indeed, but I confess to having acted on impulse.”

The Feron sighed again, “Keep your secrets, if you must. I'm not here to dwell on memories.”

“And what exactly are you here for?”

“My registration. I want you to alter it from pet to furniture and transfer it to Raoul.”

“No.”

Kris lips thinned into a hard line, “Name your prize.”

“There is no prize at all.” For a moment Kyle glanced back at the holograph, than he extended a hand to his former pet. The young Feron sighed again but took the offered hand and sat down next to the Blondie who gingerly put his arm around the younger one.

“Look at the holograph, Kris. Can you honestly tell me, you didn't enjoy that moment?”

The Feron stared right through the projection. He didn't need the visualization to remember. The scene replayed in his mind's eye while the acoustics of the holograph filled the room. He remembered the taste of Raven's skin. In his drugged condition the mongrel's eyes seemed to glow. Kris remembered the feeling of Raven pressing against him. His skin felt so hot and his breath hitched when he grazed his knuckles over Raven's nipple. It came erect at once and the mongrel leaned further into him. The hands, that a moment ago braced themselves against the floor now pressed against his own tights. Just a slight movement and Raven would touch his privates. He wanted him to and with every breath he wanted it more. From behind his companion he saw Raoul's eyes change. They became deaf and hard while Raven slowly lost his inhibitions due to the rising amount of pheromones, that Kris released on him. He moaned and so did Raven, more and more out of his right mind and lost to the pleasure or the stimulant or both. It was upon Kris to make it feel good to prove it right. A kiss, the first in a long line of kisses, chaste and laded with desire at the same time. Kris remembered the taste of that kiss, he delved deeply into the memory, giving himself up to it. With each kiss the chastity retreated leading to the moment when Kris moved his knee between the mongrel's tights and ghosted his palm over his member. Raven's body contorted. He moaned in pleasure now, the agony agone. He no longer received, he participated, trailing kisses over Kris' shoulders and licking the tiny droplets of sweat away. 'Penetration', penetration' the whispers grew from just that to a soughing brawl in the Feron's ears. They instilled fright in him but suddenly Raven took the lead not only offering himself up but also guiding the redhead. He entwined their fingers and Kris kissed the knuckles just the moment before he sunk into the mongrel's orifice. He wasn't prepared for the intensity nor the heated spasms around his shaft. His brain had mercy on him and short circuited, leaving him on instinct. Instinct proved not as black as it was painted. The Feron's body moved on it's own accord, knowing perfectly well where and how to touch to elicit pleasure until it became unbearable and both youth climaxed, body and mind contend to just lay there and bask in the afterglow.

Tears leaked down Kris' cheeks, “I did. I relished it.” He stood up and slunk away do the door, “Just transfer my registration.”

“No.” Kyle's voice remained firm, “Raoul can't have everything.”
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