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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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Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Raoul/Katze

Parts: 4 of ?

Dangerous Desires

Tilting his glass of finely aged Oleizo to his lips, Katze gave the pretext of relaxing back against the velvety cushions of the dimly lit gentlemen’s club. By accepting the invitation of a new client, Katze had held hope that the distraction would take his mind off what Sir Am had done to him earlier in the day.

However, even the boisterously yammering of the his client, and the swaying curvy bodies of the females dancing in front of Katze, did nothing to take away the feeling of Sir Am’s hands touching his body, of caressing his flesh.

His face heating, Katze thanked the dim lighting of the club in helping to hide his flushed face.

“Katze! Pick one! It’s on me!”

Smiling, Katze refused his client’s offer when the man motioned to one of the females making cooing noises at him. “Thank you for the offer, but my tastes—for tonight—lies within my glass.”

Katze leaned away as the handsome, older gentleman came disturbingly close.

“Or is it that you prefer someone between your legs instead of being between them yourself?”

A part of Katze wanted to smash his glass against his client’s face as he felt the man’s hand slowly tail up from his knee to squeeze his upper thigh. But another part of Katze knew the profit which could be made—if he could hold his temper—out weighed the distasteful groping. Lucky, the man wasn’t unpleasant to look upon.

Chuckling, Katze drank the rest of his drink and passed his empty glass to one of the dancing females. “Do you think to seduce me, Mr. Lyonal?” Katze whispered, smiling. “With all the beautiful male and females to pick from, why would you settle for me?”



Lyonal licked his lips. “I picked you from the very second I was introduced to you. Even with that scar on your face, you are beyond loveliness.”

“Of course I am,” replied Katze without an ounce of shame, stating a fact rather than out of vanity. He would have never been picked to be Furniture to a Blondie if he’s looks had been less than perfect.

“Then how about we—“

“Speak of the deal that you have yet to accept?” Katze interjected. “You invited me here, Mr. Lyonal, for a drink and to discuss the quality of my merchandise.”

“Yes, I most certainly would like to talk about your merchandise,” Lyonal leered as he traced his finger down Katze’s chest from the gap of Katze’s unbutton red silk shirt.

Katze silently sighed, and raised his hand to signal to the waiter for another drink.

oOoOoOo

On the second floor, Raoul stared coldly at the sight of Katze being pawed by a drunken off worlder.

“I see that Katze will be putting your work to the test.”

Claming his features, Raoul smiled at his long time friend, Iason. “I have yet to determine if the procedure has worked, Iason.” Looking back at the man now draped around the redhead, Raoul’s fists tightened under the table. “Do you not think it is wise to allow your ex-Furniture to taint your image by prostituting himself in this way?”

Pale brows raised in amusement. “Katze is doing exactly as he was put to work to do, Raoul. Katze knows that I expect results. How he goes about getting them is up to him. Why do you think I asked you to ‘fix’ him?”

“Of course,” Raoul said pleasantly.

“How are your tests coming along? You’ve constantly argued about the lack of data collected from Katze, and yet you hardly visit him. With the exception of this afternoon.”

“Does nothing get by your notice?” Raoul said. “I have other duties which need my attention. However, I have now set aside an appropriate amount of time to study Katze. If not for my appointment with you, I would still be questioning your ex-Furniture.”

“From the look of success down below, you might have all the answers you need very soon.”

Raoul followed the direction of Iason’s eyes, and his own narrowed in anger at the sight of Katze being embraced.

“Anger, Raoul?”

“Yes,” Raoul answered. “I have yet to conclude my research and your Furniture is about to soil himself with that trash. Regardless if he will be sexually active in the future, I’d prefer to witness and record his first coupling after I have finished collecting all sufficient information from him.”

Iason smiled mockingly. “Witness his first copulation, Raoul? If I did not know better, I would think Katze was your pet.”

Raoul laughed while on the inside he growled dangerously as Katze stood with the off worlder and they both departed. The storm within Raoul thundering darkly as the man tucked Katze under his shoulder and guided the redhead out of the club with his arm around Katze’s waist.

oOoOoOo

Rubbing the back of his neck, Katze wearily walked down the carpeted hallway leading to his apartment. It had taken him over three hours of talking over drinks before he got Lyonal to agree to the deal he’d presented earlier in the day, and with the help of a few hired professionals, Katze snuck away with the lust moans of the males and females he’d left Lyonal with.

With the overly pungent smell of alcohol and smoke on him, all Katze wanted was to bathe and crawl into bed and sleep for the precious few hours he had left before returning back to the Black Market.

At his apartment door, Katze placed his hand over the scanner on the wall, and waited until his print was recognized and the door unlocked.

In the dark, Katze threw his jacket over the back of a nearby chair and pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Unbuttoning his shirt as he walked toward his room.

“You seemed to have had a late night.”

Light filled the room, and Katze froze—his shirt half way down his shoulder— as his eyes widened to the sight of Raoul, and the Blondie’s frighteningly perfect — angered— beauty, seated in the very seat the Elite had brought him to climax.

Not knowing what set the Blondie off to have the Elite wait for him, Katze began to pull his shirt back up.

“No. Continue removing your clothing. All of it,” ordered the angry Blondie.

By hearing the coldness in Raoul’s tone, Katze knew better than to test the Blondie. Raoul had been a playful mood—a playful, but cruel mood—earlier in the day—or yesterday considering the time. Katze calculated the damage the Blondie could do to him, and how much recovery time he would need if he were to refuse.

Katze removed his clothing.

“Come.”

With his head bowed, masking his flushed face with his hair, Katze stiffly forced his limbs to Raoul’s side, once again standing next to the Blondie in his bare form for Raoul to study.

Katze stifled his yelp of surprise when Raoul grabbed his wrist painfully and held him with an unbreakable hold down against the cushions. It was only when Raoul removed his white gloves and forced his legs apart did Katze try to fight.

“Hold still,” Raoul said. Never before having heard the Blondie use such an icy tone with him before, and Katze shivered in fear, before finally shouting out in pain when he felt the Blondie penetrate him with a finger. Katze whimpered at the burning pain of Raoul’s digit in him, and tears watered his eyes.

“P-please,” Katze whispered, his voice trembling as he dug his nails in Raoul’s clothed forearms.

Katze gasped as Raoul’s finger went deeper into him. Confused, not knowing what he might have done to warrant such punishment, Katze pleaded with the Blondie again to stop.

“Let me make myself perfectly clear Katze,” Raoul said softly. “Until I am done with you, you are forbidden to take anyone into your body. Do you understand?”

“I didn’t—“ Katze groaned when the Blondie grabbed the tender spears of his balls, squeezing them enough to silence Katze.

“You are not allowed to let anyone to touch you an overly familiar way. Do I make myself clear to you?”

“Yes!” Katze gasped.

“Good.”

Katze signed when Raoul released him, and withdrew his finger from his body. Breathing hard, Katze slowly tried to inch his way away from Raoul.

“Did I say you could move?”

Katze settled back against the cushions.

oOoOoOo

Raoul had had to punish Katze for the wealth of emotion which had raged within him as he’d driven to Katze’s apartment, to wait for the ex-Furniture to return. The annoyance he had experienced as he pictured in his mind of Katze fornicating with that man, and as the hours passed, the more his annoyance grew. The only reason he’d released Katze was because of the evidence in the tightness of Katze’s entrance, telling him the redhead had not had sex.

Staring at Katze, Raoul studied the redhead’s fear filled amber eyes. Fear was another form of respect. However, Raoul wanted Katze to tremble in front of him for a different reason.

Trailing a fingertip up Katze’s firm thigh, thinking thoughts too scandalous to voice out loud, Raoul was startled when he suddenly said, “Escort me to your place of rest, Katze.”

Hearing Katze swallow, Raoul’s lips curved upward in a slight smile when the body he help half on his lap shivered.

“… Yes…Sir Am…”

Excited about something in a long while, Raoul allowed Katze to stand, and motioned the redhead to lead the way. Raoul’s heart thundered in his chest as he watched the muscles of Katze back flex as he walked.

Stepping into the room Katze entered, Raoul frowned at the Spartan like interior. He had filled the outer apartment’s living quarters, having convinced himself after his first visit to Katze’s apartment that he would not share space—temporary as it were, with his infrequent visits—with such bland emptiness. However, never did Raoul think of Katze’s bedroom—had not allowed himself think of where Katze rested his head for the night.

Besides a dresser, the only other furniture was a full size bed—a bed too small for Raoul’s tall frame. But it would do.

“Undress me.” Pale shoulders tensed, and in it took another prompt from Raoul before Katze came to him, and with his training as a Furniture began to elegantly unbutton Raoul’s syndicate crested coat and slide it over Raoul’s shoulders, pausing only once when Raoul grabbed a hold of the redhead’s hip, giving it a good squeeze before releasing Katze.

Raoul’s shirt followed, and it was only when Katze’s hands hesitated at the buckle of his belt did Raoul push Katze away to do it himself.

“Tell me, Katze. Have you ever pleasured yourself or another before your modification?” Raoul ask as his slacks pooled to his feet.

“No, Sir Am,” Katze said, his head bowed and to Raoul’s annoyance, Katze’s hair covered the young man’s face so Raoul could not see Katze’s expression.

“Do you speak the truth?” Raoul demanded.

“…Some of us gave one another comfort by sleeping in the same bed, but it was not in a sexual way.”

“And what of your duties as a Furniture?” Raoul asked. “Has Iason ever ordered you to help train a pet?”

“No. Sir Iason does not care for the task of training a pet. If a pet is unskilled, then Sir Iason has no use for them, and they are removed from the household…”

Raoul chuckled. Delighted that with each question, and each answer, Katze’s voice changed from one of fright to that of anger. Grabbing Katze’s wrist, Raoul molded the redhead’s flushed body against his.

“But you have been trained to assist Iason should he require your assistance in the physical training of a pet, were you not?” Sinking his hand into Katze’s hair, Raoul yanked the ex-Furniture’s head back, having grown bored with Katze’s lack of eye contact.

Amber eyes blazed into his. “Were you not, Katze?”

“Yes,” Katze hissed.

“Then show me,” Raoul commanded, carrying Katze to the bed. “Show me what you have learned.”

TBC…

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