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Forever Caged	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 44150 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer:I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. But I do own all the original peeps that I’ve chosen to invade the AnK world.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.

Parts: 44 of ?

Thank you for your reviews! alexxgalaxy & Sheleeta. I hope everyone enjoys this new chapter of FC.

~~**Forever Caged**~~

V gritted is teeth in agony as the Blondie behind him continued to pump his stallion like erection between his legs, the glistening head of Orphe’s cock caressing the tender spheres’ of his balls. Standing, faced forward and held up against the wall of the Elite’s bedroom, V panted, keening a low cry of pleasure as the Blondie’s arm, that was wrapped around his chest slid across his pecks and his fingers pinched and pulled on the silver loop pierced through his nipple sending electric little ripples throughout his body.

“Hurry up!” …was what V wanted to say, but he knew that he only had so much room to maneuver when it came to the Blondie and his raging hard-ons. If he didn’t want the Elite sticking his monster of a thing in him, than he had to be very careful of what he said and did when Orphe was like this.

After the first few rounds that first night, when he had woken up and discovered his posh prison cell, and got his jollies off. V had also worked over the Blondie again in the shower after seeing that Orphe’s servant was none other than the shit Finn from his Guardian years. He couldn’t wait to tell Riki and the twins that the cocksucker had somehow wormed his way into this place. But now…now Violet’s problem was that since that night, the fucking Blondie hadn’t gotten off his ass. He was fucking starting to chaff between his legs for crying out loud! V loved a good screw, even if it was the non-penetration kind, but enough was enough already!

Thankful for the fact that he was facing the wall and not the Blondie, not wanting Orphe to see the disgruntled look on his face, V sucked in a shaky breath when those skillful, long fingers ran down his abs, playing with the little jeweled piercing in his belly button for a second before proceeding lower to wrap those fingers around his pulsating length, stroking his silky flesh with a mixture of gentleness and roughness, just like he had showed him how he like it, and V had to admit that his new little boy toy was a really fast learner considering that Riki told him that all Elites were virgins, with the sole exception of the dude Riki swung with.

But thinking about virgins, knowing the twins like he did, those two little bastards had to have nailed the Elites they had been given to already. For Fidget’s sake, V hoped his little partner in crime was getting it good…sex was the one thing that helped keep the kid sane whenever he was separated from Sky, and- V shouted out when his head was suddenly yanked back painfully by his hair.

“It seems as if you are somewhere else,” Orphe panted into the tall, very lovely, mongrel’s ear, then took Valen’s lobe between his teeth, giving it a little nip. “You should be concentrating only on me.”

“What makes you think that I’m not thinking only about you, baby?” Violet gasped. “You can feel how into you I am right now, dontcha?” V reached done to stroke the Blondie’s impressive length that was pumping between his legs.

Orphe stilled, shuddering as Valen’s talented fingers rubbed the head of his cock.

“That’s it…just let it out. You know you want to,” V cooed softly as he felt the Blondie’s body trembling against his back.

“Do not patronize me, Valen,” Orphe hissed, “Put your hands back on the wall.”

V grunted in pain when the Blondie bit him cruelly on the neck, then licked the sting away. But instead of following the Elite’s order, V reached behind him and firmly grasped Orphe’s hips in a tight grip. “You sure you want my hands on the wall? Or do you really want me to touch you?” V whispered seductively. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” V pulled Orphe’s hips as close as it could get to him, closing his legs just a tad more so that the Elite’s oiled erection was held more snuggly between his legs.

“You didn’t come back to the apartment just to indulge, and not expect me to just stand by and not take some of what you could give for myself, do you?” With his head resting on Orphe’s shoulder, V smirked at the Blondie. “Why don’t you turn me around so I can really feel you against me?”

Orphe stifled his moan of pleasure as he felt the mongrel’s hands trail further behind him and grab his hindquarters, liking the way the young man dug his nails into his flesh. The driving need he felt since tasting the mongrel’s lips against his from the very first day, to the night he had released that need by touching the young man’s bare flesh against his own was only intensifying to a point that Orphe needed they rising passion the mongrel brought forth within him like a drug. He had even put aside his duties to return home, in the middle of the afternoon, just so he could engage in carnal knowledge with the mongrel.

“Yea, you want me to touch you,” said V, smiling. Slowly he removed the Blondie’s hand that was fisted in his hair, and then repeated his careful removal of Orphe’s hand around his swollen member. Taking great pains not to appear the aggressor and trigger the Elite’s wild side.

Turning in the Blondie’s arms, V fitted himself to Orphe’s body, taking those powerful arms and wrapping them around himself, then circling his arms around the Blondie’s neck. “You like it when I play with you, right?” V teasingly asked, “We’ve been having a great time ‘getting to know’ one another.”

Tall as he was, V still had to stand on his toes to reach the Blondie’s mouth, running the tip of his tongue along the rim of the Elite’s lips. “Open up to me, baby. Let me taste you,” V huskily commanded, but making his demand as if he were asking a question rather then an order.

Trapped under the mongrel’s spell Orphe didn’t think twice about obeying, doing as the boy ordered, moaning and tightening his arms around Valen’s waist when the boy pulled his head down to steal his lips in a searing kiss, slanting his mouth over his, hard.

Leaning down Orphe grabbed the backs of Valen’s thighs and picked him up, carrying him to the bed as the boy continued to devoured his mouth, breaking away only after laying him down. “Tell me you want me,” Orphe demanded, looking into those shinning amethyst eyes.

V smirked at the Blondie, taking the Elite’s hand and placing it over his hardened member, “You don’t need me to say the words, do you? Not when you can feel it in the palm of your hand.” V closed Orphe’s hand over his erection. “Words are meaningless.”

Orphe frowned, but the words he meant to say were lost when he felt the mongrel’s other hand on his aching length, and begin to stroke it.

“I have a question for you though,” said V smiling at how the Blondie’s eyes were glazed over by what he was doing to him.

Orphe swallowed the lump that felt like was lodged in his throat. “And what might that be?”

“Do you want me to my mouth on you?” V scrapped his teeth down his tongue until he caught his tongue ring, playing with the jeweled barb between his teeth for a moment, hypnotizing the Blondie with its beauty before releasing it. “How about it?”

Instead of answering Orphe knocked Valen’s hand away, stopping his maddening strokes and trapped the mongrel’s skillful hands to his side. Scooting down, Orphe stared down at the boy’s swollen member and leaned down to slowly lick the tip of the mongrel’s erection, making the boy gasp out loud.

In the three days Orphe had, had Valen in his home, it had always been the boy who lead when ever they engaged in any sexual play. The boy’s skillful, talented tongue that sent him over the edge or if not his mouth then the mongrel would use his hands. The main point was that the boy manipulated him; filling his mind with such lust that everything fell away…and also stealing his memory of wanting to be in the mongrel’s body with every earth shattering climax.

Orphe didn’t forget Valen’s threat, but he was not without skill himself, even if the mongrel was his first, and last, partner. Valen’s pet like skills in the bed, (which he wanted an explanation on how he knew such skills) only worked if the mongrel touched him, so he would make sure he would be the one that did the touching. He would make the boy beg him to fill his body with his aching length.

With his plan firmly in place, Orphe took Valen fully into the heat of his mouth, tightening his hands on the boy’s wrists when he tried to pull them out of his grip. Orphe tasted the saltiness of the mongrel’s pre-cum on his tongue and moaned at its delicious flavor, the vibration of his vocal satisfaction making Valen shakily shout out, hoarsely.

“Fuck!” V hissed between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut to keep them from looking down and seeing Orphe’s lips around his dick. But closing his eyes only brought up the image of all that blonde hair around his hips, and that perfect head bobbing up and down. The image almost sent him over the edge… but V held on. He had full control over his body; he had been trained on how to hold his seed back without physically having to pinch the tip of his cock or the base of his shaft to stop his release. Mind over matter, and shit like that.

V knew what the Blondie was after. Orphe had never made it a secret that he wanted in, and V knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold the Blondie off for very much longer. Which would explain the situation he was in right now, with Orphe licking his shaft like it was his own personal lollipop. Their new little game of “let’s see who cums first” looks like it was taking a more interesting turn. Elites sure were sore losers.

“You’ve never done this before, right? You don’t know what it is you’re doing,” V gasped when he felt the full heat of the Elite’s mouth over all of him. “How about I take over and show you a few pointers?”

Orphe ignored the mongrel’s attempts to lure him away from what he was doing. The temptation to feel that gemmed tongue ring caressing his tender flesh was vast, but he would not be swayed. This time it would be the boy’s seed that would spill first, not his.

“Okay, maybe you don’t need any pointers,” panted V. But not to be the only one to get undone, V slipped his leg between the Blondie’s legs, using his shin to rub Orphe’s erection, smiling when the Elite’s head reared up. “Oh, you like that don’t you?”

Almost against his will Orphe’s pelvis pressed down on Valen’s leg. But the lust filled haze that clouded his mind dissipated slightly when Orphe looked into those smug violet eyes. Eyes that knew that they had won once again in the little game they played together, a game that, even with his Elite advantages and superiorities, he still could not win against the boy. It had been over an hour already, and Orphe could not hold back any longer, his body was too sensitive.

Allowing the mongrel to twist his wrists from his imprisoning hold, Orphe followed when Valen pulled him up, expelling in a pleasurable hiss of pain when Valen’s nails scored his back and, once again, dug into his rear, pressing his aching flesh forcefully down against the mongrels own hardened length.

Knowing that the leverage he had over the Blondie was temporary and despite the danger, Violet spread his legs so that the Blondie could lie between them comfortably, his hope that, while the Elite was gasping in the passion that he had a knack of ripping out of Orphe, he could still direct the Blondie to what he wanted, without getting ‘nailed’.

Planting his feet on the bed V lifted his lower body up, a difficult and strenuous thing to do considering how heavy the bastard was. But in doing it V could feel very hard contours of the Blondie’s rippled body, and that alone more than paid for the burning pain in his thighs, trying to hold the guy up.

“Do you plan on lay on me and do nothing?” V rasped out, “Or do you plan on giving it to me?” V grinned into Orphe’s silver-grey eyes. “Come on, baby. Move for me.”

Holding himself up by his forearms, on either side of the mongrel’s head, Orphe began to grind his hips, forcing the boy’s lower body holding him up, down. Gritting his teeth at the pleasure he found in the boy’s arms, listening as the mongrel whispered seductively in his ear, encouraging him to move faster, harder, to kiss him. Polluting his mind with desire and straying him from his path, and a part of Orphe told him that he could break free form the need the mongrel brought out of him, that he should be the one that was giving the orders, not the other way around… but the things the mongrel did to him, made him feel, said to him, blocked any reasoning, blocked the volume of that voice in him so that he, while he knew it to be there, could barely hear it.

“Don’t think, baby, just feel.”

Shouting out Orphe captured the boy’s lips to halt his madding whispers, wanting the boy to be just as lost as he was in the sensations that were erupting within him. His obsession over the boy had begun over a kiss, the need to have him next to him to discover further the heat that the boy brought out of him…and for revenge. He also had wanted to punish Valen for humiliating him, making look like a fool in front of all of his peers… Thinking that by making the boy his pet, his slave, he could repair the damage the mongrel had inflicted to his pride by escaping with not just Riki, but two other pets.

But Orphe was coming to realize that it was he that was becoming the slave, and Valen was fast becoming the master. Even now as he felt the pressure building, felt the grip on his buttock tighten. Refusing to call the emotion welling up within him desperation, Orphe reached between Valen and his body to grasp and roughly stroked the mongrel’s erection, wanting the boy to reach fulfillment before he did.

Violet twisted his head in the pillow, gasping out loudly at the Blondie’s touch, but not about lose in his winning streak V feathered a caress behind Orphe’s ear, the sweet spot that he discovered drove the Elite wild and what V hoped would be enough to shove the Blondie over the edge because he sure as hell couldn’t hold on a moment longer. Training or no training he was still human and there was only so much he could take.

A blasphemy in the likes that have never been uttered before burst from Orphe’s lips as he shuddered over the mongrel, spilling his seed between their bodies, gritting his teeth in annoyance when he heard Valen’s triumphant laugh before feeling the heat of the mongrel’s climax against his belly, mixing with his own essence.

Knowing a shit storm when he saw one brewing in Orphe’s eyes, Violet still couldn’t wipe the satisfied grin off his face. Oh, he knew the Blondie would paddle his ass good later, but there wasn’t anything better than the feeling of being one up with the Blondie, because he knew very well that very soon he would be the one with the losing streak.

“Now that’s what I call a stress reliever, am I right or what?” V laughed, giving the Blondie a hard, quick kiss on the shoulder. “Not just that, but you can tell your Elite friends that you had half of a protein drink for lunch.”

“Crude,” said Orphe as he rolled off the mongrel, retrieving tissues from the nightstand to wipe the semen off of his midsection. “You are very talented in the art of sex, aren’t you?”

V shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve picked up a few tricks in my travels.”

Orphe looked at the mongrel that lay un-bashful in his nudity, spread out for his eyes to see. “I would have to say that you know more than just a “few tricks”. Your stamina could even be deemed academy worthy, and the ‘talents’ in the bedroom that you know aren’t what one would call normal mating skills for one born in Ceres.”

“What can I say? I’m a popular guy,” V said with another shrug. “Who cares where I learned it. All that should matter is that I’m using my skillful little fingers to give it to you good.”

“The past is in the past…Is that what you are trying to say?” Orphe questioned, narrowing his eyes when the mongrel gave him an amused sideways glance.

“Yeah,” V answered nervously as those silver eyes continued to bore into his, all humor vanishing when the Blondie stayed silent, just watching him.

“After all, you belong to me now, don’t you?” Orphe didn’t expect the mongrel to say anything to him. Anything he said that could be termed as affection, be it words spoken in the height of passion, were evaded when a response was normally given in return, even what he said now he could see made the mongrel uncomfortable, the talk of permanency between them.

“I have a gift for you,” Orphe said, deciding to allow Valen to escape his glaze as he turned to open a drawer in the nightstand, taking out a small mirror shined, stainless steel box.

“Wow,” V ginned, “three days in and your already giving me trinkets.” Sitting up, using the bedding to clean off his body, V took the box from Orphe’s offered hand and opened it, his smile fading when he saw a metallic jeweled bracelet lying on a bed of red velvet. “Damn, this is nice, but way too pricy for a chump like me to wear.” V had seen lots of pet rings, collars, like the ones he had removed from Lilly and Jade, in the Eos computer while pretending to be a Tech, and from what he read and what Riki told him, having one on was bad news. V had some shit he wanted to do and fuck no did he want the Blondie tracking his every movement. “I couldn’t possibly accept something so expensive.”

Orphe smiled and took the box back from Valen’s out stretched hand. “I think you may be mistaking the way I presented my gift,” Orphe grabbed Valen’s right forearm, “There is no refusal. I’m not asking you to wear it,” The mongrel’s arm flexed but he did not struggle when he snapped the bracelet on the boy’s wrist, “I’m telling you that you will wear it.”

V growled in annoyance, jerking his arm from Orphe’s hold. “Gee, thanks. I always wanted one of these.”

Orphe grunted at the boy’s attitude, he stood and slipped into his robe, “It may be a little early but I did not want you to be trapped in the apartment with only your thoughts to keep you company.”

V snickered at that, while he twisted the bracelet around his wrist. “You mean you don’t want me to start hatching schemes on how to escape this place a second time. I bet you’re thinking that by giving me access to the outside I’ll be distracted and won’t cause you problems, right?”

“Access to the outside,” Orphe repeated back to the mongrel with a hint of laughter in his voice. “I’m afraid not. There is no leaving Eos, or going “outside” of this place, not for you. Your pet ring only allows you to go to a private entertainment center for the pets of the Seven. You cannot go below the fourth floor.”

“Your shitting me, right?” V calling out to the Blondie as the Elite walked away. “I thought getting one of these things on meant that I could go anywhere, just not out the front gates of Eos?”

“Than you thought wrong, didn’t you?” Orphe said before closing the bathroom door on Valen’s outraged expression.

Once the Blondie had disappeared Violet’s hostile look melted away. “Thanks Orphe, baby, this ‘gift’ might just be what I needed.” Rubbing the purple jeweled bracelet V jumped up from the bed, slipped on his discarded pants that were on the floor and exited the bedroom.

“Yo, Finn!” V called out to the jumpy mongrel servant holding a duster in the middle of the living room.

“P-please, don’t call me by that name. I am called Tate here. You’ll get me killed if-”

V waved away the mongrel’s fearful whispered plea. “Orphe is in the shower so you don’t have to worry about him overhearing us talk. And I don’t plan on telling the blonde about you, that wouldn’t be very useful to me, now would it?” V put his arm around Finn’s thin shoulders, giving him a hard squeeze. “It would be stupid of me to have Orphe toss your ass to the side just because you and I have a bit of bad history together.”

“What d-do you want from me?”

V chuckled as he directed the mongrel to the small computer terminal in the kitchen. “I want you to find out where my friends that entered Eos the same time as me are being kept. You remember Sky and Fidget, right? We all played together in Guardian, and I also want you to find out two pets by the names of Lilly and Jade are.” V didn’t have to ask where Riki was, because he already knew where that punk was.

“I-I can’t do that!”

V turned Finn around, using his height to intimate the boy. “You fucking owe me from what you did to me when we were kids. It’s not like I’m telling you to hack into the system and help me escape, am I?” V shoved the boy to the terminal. “Find them Tate.”

“If Master Zavi were to discover-“

V grabbed Finn and gave him a little shake. “Use your brain, stupid. You have access to Elite’s and the names of the pets they have in their household. I just need you to tell me who has the twins and what floor they are on.” V paused for a second. “Find out who has Fidget first,” V ordered, because hell if he wanted to see Sky. The bastard should be boiling over by now, being separated from Fidget, and V didn’t want to be anywhere near Sky until he was reunited with his twin.

“I g-got it. Fidget is registered as Sir Aisha Rosen’s pet, who lives on this floor. Sky, also on this floor, and belongs to Sir Marcus Jayd. Pet, Jade, is located on the second floor, with Sir Gideon Lagat and that is the same floor that you can also find the pet named Lilly who belongs to Sir Mikhale Tain…. All of them, as well as you, belong to the six most powerful Blondies in Tanagura.”

“Aren’t we special…” whispered V as he looked down at the information on the screen.

“What are you doing Valen?”

Spinning around V smiled at Orphe, but not before he saw Finn close the screen of what they both had been looking at. “Putting in my lunch order with the butler,” V said as he walked up to the Blondie and ran his hands down Orphe’s chest, smiling charmingly when the Blondie gave him a suspicious look.

“I may have given you leave to venture out of the apartment but you are not to step foot outside today. Behave yourself Valen,” Orphe warned before making his exit.

V waved good-bye, waiting a few minutes to make sure the Blondie had really left before jogging back to the bedroom and throwing on a shirt. “Hey, Finn! Do you have a cell phone?” V shouted as he retraced his steps back out into the living room.

“I do have a personal phone that I care when I leave the apartment, yes.”

“Good, then hand it over.” V said, holding his hand out impatiently.

“B-but-“

V sighed. “Your stuttering is starting to get on my nerves, Finn. I need your cell. I want you to call me if Orphe comes back to the apartment.” V snatched the cell phone from Finn’s hand once the boy took it out of his front pants pocket. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything bad,” well, he wasn’t really sure about that yet, “but I also don’t want Orphe to come looking for me, or track to see where I am if he returns and sees that I’m not here.”

“Your l-leaving? But master Orphe said you were not to leave-“

V blew Finn a kiss as he headed to the front door, grinning like a fool when the door opened for him and he was able to finally step out after three long days of being trapped inside. Since Orphe never came back on the same time everyday V didn’t want take his time walking down the halls to get to the apartment that Fidget was in. “Fuck these hallways are long,” V grumbled when he finally reached the Blondie, Aisha Rosen’s door. Pressing the doorbell V waited barely a second before pressing the button again…and again, and another four more times instantly before the door opened to a red faced, irate, servant.

“Hey,” V grinned. “Is Sir Aisha here?”

“Master Rosen has stepped out momentarily.”

V’s grin grew wider. “Sweet deal, so is Fidget home?”

“And you might be?”

“I might be a friend,” V replied back using the same snooty tones the servant used on him as he brushed passed him, letting himself into the apartment. “Hey, Fidget! Where are you hiding, you little shit!” V called out.

“Excuse me! You can’t just come in here-“

“It’s alright Cole, I was expecting him….leave us.”

V stared, wide eyed, at the extremely pissed off mongrel staring back at him. “What the fuck…” V whispered. He had read the information himself and checked the door before he had rang the doorbell. He was had been positive that it had said that Fidget would be here, not Sky…

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“What took you so long?” Sky asked, motioning Violet to follow him to the balcony, closing the glass doors so that the prickly Furniture couldn’t eavesdrop on their conversation. “I expected you two days ago.”

“What the fuck man! I only now just got a pet ring that would allow me out of the apartment. I could have hacked the lock but I would have immediately been caught. The locks on the Blondie’s doors are some high tech shit.”

Sky looked at the bracelet, on V’s right wrist, that he shoved in front of his face, and snickered. “Awwee… He made it so that it would match your pretty locks and eyes.”

“Bite me.”

Sky watched as V unscrewed the jeweled metal ball on his tongue ring, removing the bar from his mouth. A few precise twists of V’s fingertips and a needle like tool shot up. Sky always was amazed when he watched Violet work his magic like skill on a lock, and considering what it was that he was trying to remove Sky had to say that there was no one that could compare to V when it came to picking a lock, his friend wasn’t just a pro, he was a master.

Violet’s lovely, masculine face deadly serious, his brows furrowed in concentration. Sky mentally counted the seconds as V unlocking the bracelet with that small tool. It was at the thirty second mark when Sky heard V chuckle and saw the pet ring snap open. “You’re getting slow.”

“Please, I wanna see you get a pet ring off without setting off the damn alarm on this thing. Now, you wanna tell me why the hell your here and not Fidget?”

Sky’s, semi, good humor evaporated with the mention of his beloved brother. “The Blondie that has Keita mistook him to be me, and Fidget nor I thought it mattered if the Blondies continued on without being corrected.”

“Oh, man. You fuckers are in deep shit if those Blondies find out.”

“…Maybe,” Sky mused. “All that matters is getting to Keita,” Whispered Sky worryingly. Only three days has passed, and his twin should still be alright, but Sky didn’t want to wait. His baby brother needed him.

“I just got my bracelet today. Did the Blondie tell you when you would be getting yours?”

Sky shook his head. “He hasn’t, and even if he did give it to me, Aisha does not leave the apartment for very long. He has only stepped out for few minutes…. I would need more time with Keita… Aisha is also trying to keep me from seeing Keita too. I’ve requested to see him from the moment I woke up, but he has been denying me.”

“Looks like it’s you who’s losing his touch, not me. Normally you would have the guy tied up, licking your boots already.”

Sky glared at Violet. “The Elite isn’t some ‘normal’ guy that I can use normal means of seduction on. He needs training, training that I need to do slowly so not to warn him of what I am doing to him.” Sky smiled at the memory of his last ‘training’ session with Aisha, last night. Continuing in his ruse that he was a shy and gentle kid, he had pretended to be mortified when the Blondie wanted to see him masturbate in the privacy of the Blondie’s bedroom.

Acting the part of a untouched virgin, Sky had manipulating the Blondie to the point that the Elite had even allowed him to tie his hands behind his back with the pretence that he was scared with the possibility of Aisha grabbing him when engaged in the tender moment of him working himself to completion. The frustrating part was that it took the Blondie that long to demand anything sexually to from him because Aisha thought he was a weak fool.

When he told V that he had to work slowly on Aisha, he wasn’t jesting. He had never had to keep up an act like this for so long. He would entice his chosen targets until he got them alone, and then he would show them what he really was, and what he wanted from them. He couldn’t do that with the Elite.

“Dude, that servant keeps glaring at us.”

Sky looked through the glass doors to the Furniture watching them. “He’s probably wondering what we are talking about.”

“That reminds me, the servant in Orphe’s place is fucking Finn. So far the ass has been tight lipped about how the hell he got into Eos as an Elite’s fetch boy, but I plan on getting- wait, why the hell aren’t you surprised to hear that a mongrel is a Furniture? You know something and aren’t telling me, aren’t you?”

Sky frowned. “…There was no point on telling you…”

“Tell me what?”

Sky shrugged, “That all servants in Eos are mongrels….”

“What! Dumb-ass! I had been running all around this place when Orphe thought I was a security tech, and all that time you’re telling me I could have been outed by one of our own this whole time? That is the kind of shit you say something about!”

Sky glowered at V. “They wouldn’t have turned you in, even if they knew who you were. Mongrels that choose to turn their back on the rest of us… and become doormats of Tanagura Elites are believed to be from a private breeding facility in Midas….They are never to breathe a word of their true origins for fear of the punishment that would fall upon them.”

“Still… how the fuck could you keep this shit from me?”

Sky shifted uncomfortably with the look of hurt he saw on V’s face that he tried to hide from him. It was more than the fact he had held the information back, but because he hadn’t trusted V to tell him. Even though he and Keita treated V like he was their brother….they also treated him as if he weren’t…. but so did V. When it came to ultimate survival you couldn’t really trust anyone else but yourself, or in his and Keita’s case, each other.

V was the same as them; he was open, friendly, someone you could trust to watch your back when you’re in a jam…but only there was more under that handsome façade, behind those amethyst eyes were secrets like the ones he and Keita had…memories that could destroy a person if they weren’t strong enough to hold them at bay… he was the wall that kept the nightmares at bay, while his beloved twin was the sun that kept the both of them from sinking into the abyss.

“You’re giving me the creeps, staring at me like that. Don’t tell me that you’ve finally fallen for me? Cause’ I ain’t into you at all. Whips and chains aren’t my thing.”

“I remember this one time that you were,” Sky smirked, grateful for the humorous way V changed the subject away from the serious emotional moment they shared.

“We were drunk and we thought we were with someone else. And even though I was pretty trashed I still clearly remember that you couldn’t keep me tied up for more then a second.”

Sky rolled his eyes. “It taught me to never to target a master thief. You bastards have a way of getting out of the most complicated of knots.”

“You know… I had thought you would be a little more pissed than you are now, which was one of the reasons why I went looking for Fidget first.”

Shrugging, Sky looked turned away from V’s inquisitive glaze to look over the railing, to the city that bustled busily below. V knew how Fidget got when they were separated from one another, but he had always kept the crippling anxiety he felt hidden behind a brave front. Controlling his emotions, the fears he had so that no one would discover them to use them to hurt him or his twin was second nature to him.

The lessons he and Keita had painfully learned in Guardian had shaped them to what they were like now. He dear twin had taken the full blunt of the horrors that was inflicted on them, and it had been because of his emotional weakness that Keita had been beaten and secluded like he had been…. And as punishment for their continuing deception he had, had to bear witness to many of those beatings. But while he had grown cold, withdrawing from everyone, his twin had opened his arms and embraced everyone.

The only one he was completely open too was his brother… V had his own dark secrets; some of them he knew had to have been when they had been found stowing away on a merchant ship when they had escaped Amoi when they were kids. V had been shorter than he was now, had more of a baby face, and less muscular but still as beautiful, more so now, as he had been back then.

They had been sold to some royal family, but while he and Keita had been sent to the nursery to be living toys for the families little kids, V had been taken somewhere else. By the time they had found V and they had all escaped, whatever innocents that use to be in Violet’s eyes had vanished… They talked about their time there from time to time, but it was an unspoken rule between them that they would never speak of what exactly V did for the nearly the two years they had been held as slaves in that palace.

“Amoi to Sky? Hello? Come back. I still wanna talk to you.”

“I am pissed, but I have an outlet for my anger,” Sky finally answered as he waved to the mongrel Furniture that still stared at them from inside the apartment. “Keita, I know, would never purposely inflect mental, or physical, pain to anyone unless there was cause to do so. I need you to do go see him, comfort him, and reassure him that we will see one another again.”

“Why don’t you tae the chance and come with me? I would think that seeing you would be better than me telling him what you said.”

Sky shook his head. “I said that the Blondie would not be gone long. As much as I want to, I can’t take the chance of getting caught. The Blondie has shown displeasure of Keita, and if I run off it might push him to where he might never let me see Keita again.”

“You running off could also unravel any of that training you’ve done to the Blondie too, right?”

“…Mmm… I have barely begun to start, but I can’t have Aisha thinking that I have a backbone or thinking that I would disobey him in anyway. He told me to behave myself, and taking off with you would be disobeying.” As tiring as this act was becoming, Sky wasn’t about to show Aisha what he really was like. Playing the ‘weak’ role would keep the Blondie from watching his every move.

“Then I better leave now to see Fidget. Don’t know when Orphe will be coming back but-“

A shrill ring erupted from V’s pocket.

“Hello? Shit.... He’s coming back now?!”

Sky raked his hand through his hair, “Times up, huh?” Sky asked when he watched V hang up and shove the phone back in his pants.

“Sorry, Sky. My visit with Fidget will have to wait. Fucking Blondie is coming back to the apartment and I gotta get back before he realizes I bailed.”

“Don’t forget to put your slave ring back on!” Sky called out as V rushed back into the apartment, watching as the mongrel waved the bracelet in the air, jogging backwards, grinning at him as he twirled the pet ring around his middle finger before snapping on his left wrist. With one last wave Sky gave a sad smile when V disappeared out of sight, leaving him alone with his demons…

oOoOoOo

Seated in a private little cove, tucked in the far back of the lobby of Eos, Marcus stared intensely at the recorded E-mail message he had opened. The finely toned, sun kissed, naked heaving chest captured his attention, and he would have been lying if he said that the soft grunting, and moaning, did not affect him physically in any way.

Marcus had decided to work out of his office this afternoon, preferring the slight muffled sounds of foot steps on the marble floors of the Furniture, Elites and pets, echoing in the lobby than the deafening silence of his office.

But all thoughts of work evaporated when he had opened the email marked, “Urgent! Unsanctioned release of pressure!” thinking it had to do about the old water tunnels that he had just dispatched a crew to investigate… but it was anything but that….

The moment Marcus had opened up the video the sight of a muscular chest, flexing pecks and hardened rosy nipples filled his eyes. He had been fortunate that the volume had already been lowered considerably or else anyone near by would have heard the husky frustrated, lewd, moan filling the space all around him.

Words of, “It’s so hard”, “I can’t do it without you here” had Marcus gripping the edge of the table, forcing him to cross his legs to hide his growing erection just in case someone would see it. Marcus couldn’t turn his glaze away from the delicious sight, and became frustration when the damnable mongrel did not let him see anything more then the rapid motions of his chest and biceps, showing nothing of what he as doing to himself below the waist.

“Oh-oh god! Marcus!”

Unknowingly, Marcus leaned forward, his heartbeat elevating, his breathing becoming harsh as Sky’s voice keened and with a throaty laugh of victory, that smooth chest covered in droplets of white that had Marcus licking his lips in-

“Holy crap, that jar was hard to open!”

Marcus blinked when the boy fully came into view… and he saw that the mongrel was completely clothed from the waist down.

“Simon said that I needed to just tap the bottom and the sides of the lid, but what’s the fun in that.”

Feeling like a fool, Marcus just stared as Sky held up a small jar of body lotion for him to see, gritting his teeth and flinching when the boy wiped off with his fingertips and with a flick of his tongue cleaned the cream off. Shamefully a certain part of him ‘twitched’ as he watched the boy. But the heat he felt changed to outrage when he saw that Sky was eating the twenty-five thousand dollars of the body butter with a caviar spoon!

“This stuff is yummy! You need to bring more of this home. I found three jars of this tasty stuff and I’ve already eaten two of them, this being the last one. Gimme more!”

The fact that Marcus had just heard that his new mongrel pet had consumed seventy-five thousand dollars was a nothing, the paltry sum meant little to him. It was the product itself that had Marcus restraining himself from storming back up to his apartment and bending the energetic mutt over his knee and tanning his lovely hide.

Those ‘beauty products’ were from an illusive flower that bloomed once ever five years, and only ten jars of the cream were made with the flowers that were collected. To see it be eaten like it was an afternoon snack!... Marcus counted to eighty to calm himself down.

But…but as much as watching the boy lick the spoon angered him, it was the unknown side effects of what that plant would do to the boy. Rubbing it on his skin, it didn’t matter where on his body reduced the tension in shoulders on especially stress filled days, and only sporadically. The ‘cream’ was actually a narcotic, an hallucinogen, but towards an Elites complex biology it was nothing but an heating ointment.

“Marcus. I’m surprised to see you not absorbed in paperwork.”

Marcus quickly closed his laptop so that Orphe would not see how his mongrel was molesting his spoon with his tongue. “Just as it is shocking to see you walking about, and not in your office making sure to strengthen Eos security now that, that mongrel you’ve taken in is here.”

“I have already taken measures to insure Valen cannot cause trouble every again. I have even presented him with a pet ring to ensure that I know where he is at all times. It has been programmed so that he can not go pass the fourth floor, and I have also made it clear that he is not to leave the apartment until my say so. ”

Marcus slightly arched his brow at that. “Correct me if I am wrong, but do you honestly believe that he will listen to you? The mongrel I have taken as my possession hasn’t listened to any of the orders I have given to him, so why would your wild creature obey any of your commands?” Marcus chuckled at Orphe’s darkened expression. “If I were to guess, I would say that your new mongrel pet told you exactly what you wanted to hear so that you would leave.”

Marcus knew all about that. In the short days that have passed he had ordered Sky many of times and the blasted mongrel had smiled sweetly at him, agreed to do as he said, then turned around and did whatever he wanted. Last night he told the drafted boy not to go in the kitchen, to stay out of Simon’s way why his Furniture was cooking, and the boy had told him that he wouldn’t… while heading towards the kitchen.

Standing Marcus gathered his work. “You seem to have misplaced the information from your mind that your slum rat was the one that unlocked the pet rings of Gideon and Mikhale’s pets. How do you know that he hasn’t already discovered a way to take it off?” Marcus smirked. “The one think I have learned from watching Riki, is that when dealing with a mongrel you never can take your eyes off of them for one minute.”

A lesson that Marcus relearned as he thought of his own mongrel and the chaos that boy was doing right at this moment. The recording was only fifteen minutes old, but he had to go back home to make sure the boy was alright. Marcus had expected Orphe to deny the possibility that his mongrel had escaped from his collar, but from the interesting way the Blondie reacted, turning away and storming off, could only mean that there was a high chance that Orphe’s mongrel could do as he said.

But as entertaining as Orphe’s problems were, he had a small, hyperactive problem with blue hair upstairs no doubt plotting new ways to try and get into his bedroom to try and sneak into his bed while he slept. A few steps behind Orphe, heading to the elevators a small smile graced Marcus’s lips as he thought of the young mongrel and the light the boy shined amazingly throughout his now seen dreary life. The boy consumed his every thought and while it did interfere with his work…it was a welcoming distraction.

oOoOoOo

Jerico glared at the retreating broad backs of the two Blondies, and while Sir Orphe was anything but jubilant it was the expressions of happiness on Sir Marcus’s face that brought forth thoughts of violence to his head.

Jerico knew that all of the Blondies were experiencing wonders with their new mongrel pets, and it was that happiness that should have also been given to him. But because for Sir Gideon coveting what was his, he had been left behind, denied the comforts of Jade’s body.

“Ah, absolutely astonishing.”

Jerico looked down distastefully to the rich human man that paid to see the lobby of Eos. Strange fool this human was, to pay such an obscene sum of money for nothing. “Mr. Jonathan Tomlinson, this is as far as you are able to venture in Eos. I have other sites that I can show you on Amoi while you are here.”

“It is disappointing that I can not explore further, but I’m sure what I am looking for I will obtain before I leave.”

Jerico couldn’t place it but the human visitor seemed to be more than what he seemed. “I am also sure that Amoi does have what you might be looking for.”

The handsome older gentleman smiled secretively. “Please, call me Kirin.”

TBC…..
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