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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 41: pretense of policy

“Isn't it time to wake up?”

“Is it?”

“Answering a question with a counter question doesn't get us anywhere … he deserves to wake.”

The system gave a beeping sound announcing the waking progress to begin. The Feron led the dreamers safely back to the surface, where reality and virtual reality intermingled. Whether the dreamer woke or not solely depended on decision. Kris took some towels and moved over to the basin, “Welcome back.”

Raoul hoisted himself up, dragging Raven with him. The mongrel had his eyes still closed but cooperated when dragging his limbs over the edge of the basin. “Cold,” he mumbled, “it's cold.” Raoul remained seated on the ledge. He pulled Raven close, pressing him to his own body while Kris wrapped them up and started toweling the mass of Raven's black long hair. He was surprised to see it hanging in gentle waves. The mongrel shivered and pressed further into the solid warmth, Raoul presented. He knew his scent and his touch even in his half dazed state of mind, instinctively reaching for him. The Blondie stroke the black hair affectionately and turned Raven's face up to him. When the dark lean body melted into him, he pressed his lips to the mongrel's.

For a brief moment, the Feron considered competing for Raven's attention. Two things prevented him from doing so, the first being Raoul who left no left no doubt to whom the mongrel belonged, the second being Raven's blue eyes that opened and lightened all at once. Raven's whole body was consumed with desire, he wrapped his arms around Raoul's neck and kissed back for all he was worth. There he stood, only at arms length – so close and yet so far … at least for now.

Kris turned on his heels, leaving the couple alone and made for a hasty retreat. The further he advanced, the faster he ran. His feet carried him along an all to familiar path.

“You said, sex was an option.” He launched himself at the man in front of him, “You better do it well.”

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The Blondie encircled him with both arms and Raven nor only allowed it but also buried his face in Raoul's chest. There was a long moment of silence, not awkward just silent and than Raoul exhaled a simple phrase, that sounded suspiciously like a mantra, “Mine.”

Being kissed and touched, breath skimming over his sensitized skin caused Raven to open his legs a little wider to gain closer contact. The towels were a hindrance but Raoul used his advantage in strength to pin the smaller male to the floor. Raven circled his tongue along his throat before kissing his collarbone while the elder one entwined their fingers to keep himself from overpowering the mongrel and give in to his need to possess him.

Raven shivered at the possessive connotation of the kiss, Raoul gifted upon him. He fueled Raoul's desire by inviting his tongue into his own mouth and letting his knees fall open. The Blondie undulated his hips against his lover. His erection was met by an equally hard one, attesting just how much they booth wanted this. He wouldn't last long and as it seemed, Raven also wasn't eager to prolong the inevitable outcome. The smaller male moaned into his mouth, leaving no question to whether Raven wanted him to proceed or not.

Precome escaped both of their bodies, gathering in between them. Raoul was quick to lather his fingers with their combined fluids and put it to use for the preparation of his lover. “Raoul, I don't think, I can wait.” Despite Raven's words Raoul's hand slipped down between their bodies, finding the portal of his lover and gently thrusting one finger in. Raven jerked against him, clearly disapproving of the action, “Raoul, please.”

The Blondie sighed but complied with his lover's wish and aligned himself to the awaiting portal. Raven keened deep in his throat as he pressed into him. He wound his free arm around Raoul's neck, pulling him as close as possible. Ignoring the discomfort, he willed his muscles to relax and started moving with the Blondie. After only a few thrusts, his breathing got ragged and while Raven spasmed in his ascent, Raoul spilled inside of the compliant body underneath him, murmuring, “Mine.” into Raven's ear.

~~~

The congress hall was an opulent example of Tanagurian architecture. If one looked close enough he might even call it a temple. It was treated such as for decades of hard social protocol and decorum. Today intruders attended to the sacred duty.

“He cannot reside in Eos.”

“I don't see him leave.”

Beside the official discussion, Katze closed his hand over the microphone and whispered, “Kyle, what are we doing here. You know the futility of the discussion as well as everyone in this room.”

The Blondie smiled at him, “We just try to agree on the terms of agreement.”

“In other words, we maintain a pretense of polity.”

“Exactly.”

To the outside Amoi changed and indeed the preliminaries could bring about political changes but Amoi itself wasn't prepared for that nor fit out. The planet remained just the same. Eos was still Eos, Midas still Midas and Ceres still Ceres. The established structure proved to be unshakeable. Merely the outskirts were officially recognized by Eos now. Too wasted to provide serious threats to Tanagura's social and economical life, Eos could afford to generously extend its hand to the wasteland and label themselves allies. To the mongrels of Ceres the new region offered, however hollow, citizenship. It wasn't as if the whole upper echelon of Eos hadn't discussed erasing the shameful episode from historical record on the quiet. The situation was full of irony. The attempted revolution achieved success of a certain kind. For an indefinite time span arose the question how to keep the population upright. The solution presented to the mongrels, who produced by nature, was as clinic as effective – a breeding program based on genetic variety but neither Midas-inhabitants, nor Elite were qualified for reproduction and thus the officials was given an excellent topic to controvert about the question where to put the dreamers. Each party adduced weighty arguments but as Katze nonchalantly stated, they could discuss all they wanted, the dreamers gave a damn.
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