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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: 47 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

Watching Niko walk away from him had been difficult, but Gabriel had had to deny his basic instinct of grabbing the boy and locking him away where only he could reach him. Even with the shock of discovering Niko was a mongrel hadn’t stopped his body from reacting forcefully to the mere sight of the boy, if anything it intensified. He had had to step away, put distance between the both of them so he could get a handle on the fire that coursed through his veins from nothing more than the scent of him. If he hadn’t then he would have taken Niko against the wall like he was nothing but a common whore.

The winning hand that he had been searching for so that Niko would forever be within his grasp was now within his hands, but if he didn’t play his cards right the boy would permanently be out of his reach. He let Niko slip through his fingertips for now, but he would be getting him later. It was the only reason why he had let him go.

“Gabriel!”

Right on queue Gabriel turned to the angered Blondie striding over to him. “Raoul, just the Elite I was coming to see,” Gabriel slowly drawled out. “I just passed Niko.”

“I made it very clear that I didn’t want to see you.”

“Ah,” Gabriel smiled, “yes, you did. But things have changed now.” Gabriel inclined his head towards the direction Raoul came from. “I believe that what I have to say to you should be said in the privacy of your home.”

“And I think that you should remove yourself from my sight. I have nothing to discus-“

“But I think you do,” Gabriel coldly interrupted. “I wish to keep this matter just between the two of us, but I doubt I’ll like the answer you give me, so I’ll be speaking to Iason. The original purpose in coming to see you has made a drastic change. My coming to you is now just a courtesy. I would still prefer that we handle this between the two of us, but knowing you, I don’t believe we can come to any sort of agreement.” All the information of what Gabriel new about mongrels raced in his mind. Connecting the bots with every piece he’d discovered in the last week.

Iason blocking his way from unearthing any secrets of Ceres, he had just thought it had to be because of Riki, but now because of Marcus’s mongrel pet it all clicked into place. When he had tried to gather information about Niko of where he had been purchased in the past, he had come back with nothing. It had been annoying but he hadn’t made a fuss about it…And it was a good thing he hadn’t. If he had pushed and uncovered the truth a year ago and confronted Iason about it, he would have without fail made him sign a discloser forbidding him to speak of the subject every again, with an extremely generous sum to ensure he’d keep his mouth shut. If he was lucky.

Now couldn’t have been a better time, with Iason constantly being watched and judged. To the outside world they were as they always had been, strong with an unshakable foundation, but in reality with Jupiter’s silence their Elite community was in chaos. The Elites will be looking for just one excuse to rally together to try and over throw Iason from his throne, so now would be the best time for him to act.

There were whispers of Elites thinking that they could take Iason’s place, which was the most idiotic thing Gabriel had ever heard, not with The Seven in Iason’s corner and Iason being…well, Iason. With him pledging his allegiants to the icy glazed Elite that would be eight Blondies in that stood behind the fearsome leader. The other five remaining Blondies would have no choice but to follow behind, but only because he tipped the scale over to Iason’s side.

With Iason in control and just the eight of them standing behind him would be more than enough to keep all of their brethren in line…. Something he wondered if Katze knew would happen, and thus hinted him to go on the hunt.

“What have you done Gabriel?”

Gabriel turned his attention back to Raoul and replied, “nothing as of yet, but soon. As I said, this discussion would be best to discuss behind closed doors.” Gabriel motioned the rumpled Blondie in the direction of this apartment. “If you would please?”

Following behind Raoul, Gabriel entered the Blondies apartment to see Marcus seated with a drink in his hand, and the mongrel on the side being spoken to in hushed tones by the dark red haired man he hand come to speak to. Gabriel smirked when he saw that the man clothing was in the same state as Raoul’s, his lips swollen. “Looks like our visit came as a most unwelcoming surprise,” commented Gabriel.

“Any visit from you is unwelcoming Gabriel.”

“And here I thought we had a friendly relationship Raoul.” Gabriel pushed pass Raoul to seat himself next to Marcus who was eyeing his mongrel that was still being talked to by Katze.

“What do you want Gabriel?”

“What I’ve always wanted, and-“ Gabriel glared at Raoul who shook his head at him.

“I know what you want, and you already know what my answer is. What I want to know is what brings you here now. I’ve told you that you can’t have Niko, so I’m assuming that you think you can threaten me into giving him to you, and I’ll make it very clear that it won’t work. Doesn’t matter what it is that you have to say.”

“Your response is tiredly predictable Raoul. Just by listening to you I see that it was pointless thinking that I could even talk to you.” Gabriel confidently stood up. “I should just go to the top and speak to Iason about my matter.”

But first Gabriel turned to look at Katze, and the other mongrel that was eyeing him sulfurously. “I’m sure that Iason will no doubt want to speak to you as well, Raoul. There’s no point in all of you staying here when we can join together and meet him all at once, saving him the time of calling and requesting your presence,” said Gabriel, addressing Raoul but keeping his eyes on Katze who gave him a slight nod in understanding.

“Sir Marcus, I’m am sincerely apologetic that you will be dragged into this…problem between Raoul and myself, but since what I have to say to Iason, your name will be mentioned, I only think it is right that you be there to hear it.” Gabriel inched his head forward in respect to Marcus who slowly twirled the glass in his hand.

“Am I to assume that what you will speaking to Iason will pertain to the little performance between my pet and Raoul’s Furniture?”

“You are correct,” Gabriel answered.

“What performance!” Raoul hissed through clenched teeth.

“It seems that Marcus’s pet and Niko know each other. Strange how what is,” said Gabriel, smiling with immense satisfaction when he saw Raoul straighten up in attention. “Now how would Niko know a mongrel with such familiarity that he would be greeted by him to the point that he would be knocked to the ground?”

Gabriel noted the way Marcus stiffened when he made it known that he knew the Blondie’s pet was a mongrel. No one should know -outside of The Seven- that the new pets entering into Eos were mongrels, but he knew. “You can save your lecture of how going to Iason with the information I know is useless Raoul. We both know that if the knowledge that Furniture are mongrels were released, it would bring damage of untold proportions towards Iason, considering he is in charged of that department.”

“How would you know-“

“That Iason is the one that purchases Furniture for us?” Gabriel answered, finishing Raoul’s question. “A little bit of research I did a while back. Something I learned but never pursued, and it’s a good thing I never did.” Gabriel was surprised when he saw Marcus’s outraged expression. “I see that I was not the only one that had no clue that all Furniture were mongrels.”

Truth was Gabriel didn’t know if all Furniture were mongrels, he was only assuming that they were. A little gamble that paid off from how furious Raoul was. But to Gabriel it was a look of success. “Now, I can go to Iason, but if you hand Niko over to me right now, then I see no reason to. We can keep everything we’ve said between us and these walls….” Gabriel trailed off, his ‘or we can do things the hard way’ left unsaid, but indicated in the tone of his voice.

“I think it would be best if we all spoke to Iason about this.”

Gabriel and the others turned to Katze who finally stepped forward. “You do, do you?” Gabriel asked, his eyes narrowing just a tad.

“While Sir Am and you could discuss this here, Iason will still need to be informed about the fact that you know about Niko and his origins. It is my suggestion that we see him so that he is not left with any questions.”

The fact that Katze had had to tell him this didn’t sit well with Gabriel. He should have realize that Iason would never allow him to just walk away with what he knew. There were no secrets that Iason didn’t know if he so desired to know something.

But he also felt like Katze was pushing him and Raoul to go to Iason. Despite the thought he just had, keeping secrets from Iason was possible, but keeping them from their leader depended on the ones in this group, and from the look on Raoul’s face he could clearly see from the Blondie’s mannerisms that he would prefer to keep this little bit of embarrassment quiet.

“From your hesitancy, Sir Lazen, let me make myself clear. I will be informing his Excellency of all that has transpired here.”

Marcus didn’t care about the little drama that was unfolding in front of him. Oh, he knew the seriousness of what Gabriel was taking upon himself, and he was upset about what he heard, but at the moment all he cared about was the mongrel who told him his name was Sky…. Marcus glared at the mongrel in question who blew a kiss in his direction.

If Marcus were to think about it, the boy never did say that his name was Sky. He had just assumed by the information he had heard about one of the mongrel’s lovers that that was his name, and the boy never corrected him in his assumption. But even with the short time he had been with Sky, he already knew that there was more to the mongrel that the boy would ever show him. The question that haunted him now was would Sky ever have told him his real name if not for that little slip out in the hallway?

Keita… That was the name Raoul’s Furniture, and the object of Gabriel’s infatuation, had called the boy. The name fit him. Even though the dratted boy made him feel like strangling him, he was forced to admit that he did feel slightly blessed that he was now apart of his life. Why he felt that way, he wasn’t sure. Only that at the end of his day the one thing that he couldn’t wait to see was the mongrel’s face.

Finding out that mongrels were Furniture paled in comparison to the strange emotion that filled him now as his looked at the nearly blinding light of the boy’s smile…an emotion that threatened to shake him to his very core if he allowed it to rule him. Feelings that already affected him in many ways.

“Whether the three of you go to Iason regarding this issue is of no concern of mine,” Marcus finally said, joining Raoul and Gabriel’s conversation with Katze. “But if you plan on deceiving him into keeping this to yourselves then I would suggest otherwise.”

“And why is that?” Raoul asked tightly.

Marcus stood and beckoned Sky to come to him. The maddening mongrel pretended ignore him. “I came here with a request that you examine Keita-“

“Don’t call me that!”

Marcus continued talking, taking his turn in ignoring the boy, “He was just looked over by Michael, and given a shot. Keita,” Marcus raised his voice so that he could be heard over Sky’s loud growls of outrage, “made a comment, and because of what he said I wanted you to check him.”

“What does you coming to see Raoul have to do with Iason?”

Marcus gave an aspirated sigh, walking over to grab Sky’s arm. “Because I plan on seeing Iason right now about the nanites Sky spoke to me about, that he says Riki was injected with. I also plan on demanding to know how he could keep the fact that Furniture are mongrels from us. And when that topic arises I will need to explain how I came about that knowledge, which will mean-”

“You’re screwed!”

Marcus covered Sky’s mouth. “So, I think we should do as Gabriel and Katze suggested. We all see Iason, because one way or another he will seek you all out.”

oOoOoOo

V shifted uncomfortably on the bed, in a small room he’d never been in before. Well, the room wasn’t small per say, just smaller than he had ever seen in the Blondie’s apartment before. He could fit two of maybe even three Ceres apartments in the damn room. And it’s not as if he didn’t know that the room existed, he’d passed that blasted door a million times in the past four days that he’d been here, its just that he never really went in.

But here he was now, chained to the bed, all because of one stupid mistake on his part. In his rush to get back to Orphe’s apartment before the Blondie realized he was gone he had put the pet bracelet back on…but on the wrong wrist.

He had gotten back before the Elite did, yeah, but Orphe took one look at him and grabbed his arm demanding to know how the hell his bracelet ended up on his left wrist instead of the wrist he had originally put it on. Big fuck up on his part.

So, as his punishment Orphe had ‘grounded’ his ass. Locking him up, and chaining him down to the bed in the small room. Hell, it wasn’t something he was unfamiliar with, and it wasn’t as if he couldn’t pick the lock on his restraints. Nah, that was easy shit. His problem was that instead of throwing him in the room all by himself, the Blondie decided to lock himself in the room too.

With the Blondie sitting right next to him, he couldn’t really work his genius and slip the cuffs off. V really didn’t think that the Elite would like it if he were to discover that the little trinkets he loved so much, that were pierced on his body, were his tools of trade and thus the reason he was able to get the stupid bracelet off.

“Come on,” V said playfully, “You can’t be all that pissed that I was able to take it off, right? Seriously, you had to know that I could remove it, and that I was going to jet the moment you left, right? I mean, I did fool all of you into thinking that I was a security tech-” V shut his mouth swiftly when Orphe gave him a dark glare. Still sensitive about that subject I see, V thought with a winch.

“Why this room?” V asked, wisely changing the subject. “You have five other rooms that you can lock me up in. Why this…walk in closet?”

“The smaller the room, the more I can keep an eye on you,” replied Orphe, turning the page in his book.

V waited for the Blondie to continue taking, grunting in annoyance when the Elite didn’t say anything other than that. “So you plan on just reading while I lay here?”

Another paged turned. “Yes, I do.”

“Okay…” muttered V as he examined the mechanical restraints around his wrists. “How long until you plan on releasing me?”

“Depends on how much longer it’ll take before my order arrives,” Orphe answered. Truthfully he hadn’t forgotten all about Valen’s skills when Marcus had reminded him. He had just arrogantly believed the mongrel would never disobey him by using those skills against him. The sight of the Valen still in the apartment had calmed him…until he his eyes had zeroed in on the boy’s right wrist, his bare right wrist. Only to see the bracelet on the other arm.

Questioning his Furniture had gotten him nowhere. The servant seemed to be much more afraid of Valen then him. Tate’s lack of fear of him had taken him aback for a moment, but the not too subtle smirk on the mongrel’s lovely lips had saved Tate from his anger. He couldn’t very well punish his faithful Furniture from the whatever threat Valen no doubt held over Tate’s head. He would correct Tate’s belief that he should be the last person he should worry about, but for now he let the issue pass.

Right now he was waiting for Valen’s new pet ring to arrive. The bracelet had been just a stand-in for the real collar he had ordered while the mongrel was off world, and was due today. The reason he had put the bracelet on was because Orphe had watched how wild, and smothered, Riki had been when he had been secluded within the walls of Iason’s apartment. Orphe didn’t want Valen to become like that.

He understood, to a certain degree at least, that mongrels were use to an unlimited amount of freedom with no rules to hold them back. And that attempting to keep one locked up while trying to keep that fire that burned in them from being extinguished would be difficult, so he had given Valen the bracelet so he didn’t have to feel like he was a prisoner. But now his problem wasn’t how to keep the essence of what he admired of his violet eyed mongrel safe, but how to keep his mongrel from fleeing the restraints he had been so worried about.

The new pet ring was a necklace, a choker. The lock was located behind the neck and was state of the art. Certified to be unbreakable, and, to his Elite satisfaction, to be impossible for the mongrel to unlock. The collar had a sensor within it so that if Valen tried to turn the necklace around to inspect the lock an alarm would sound from a ring, not unlike the one Iason wore for Riki’s cock ring, and he would know that Valen was attempting to remove it. A device in the collar made sure that the lock always faced the back of the mongrel’s neck. If it were to slip then another, lesser, alarm would sound.

Violet watched Orphe with suspicious eyes, wondering if the Blondie was really reading the book the Elite had perched on his leg. Hell, no one could frick’n read as fast as the Blondie was, the way he was flipping through the pages at lighting speed. “So… how much longer are you going to keep me like this?”

“As long as it takes.”

“You know…” V grinned wickedly, “we could do something else while we wait. I’m not into the whole ‘chain and submission’ thing, but it sure beats doing nothing.”

“I’m perfectly entertained at the moment,” said Orphe. He was more then just interested in taking the mongrel’s offer of sexual bed play to pass the time, but wisely denied his body of that pleasure. He might end up strangling the mongrel for the embarrassment he reminded him of. Recalling the memories of his failure in discovering a mongrel had infiltrated their security, and successfully breaking Riki out of Eos, with Mikhale and another Elite’s pet, was still a sore spot for him. Just thinking about it made Orphe’s hands tighten around the first edition, priceless, book in his hands.

“You might be entertained, but I’m fucking bored off my ass,” V muttered, shifting around on the bed to try and get into a better position on the bed to relieve the ache in his arms.

Any further comment from V was cut off when a timid knock was sounded on the door.

“Come in!” V shouted, grinning when Orphe glared at him.

“Master? His Excellency has requested your presence at his residence…now.”

“Sweet deal,” V whispered….sadly not soft enough because those sexy eyes of his Blondie narrowed into a glare once again at him.

“Do not rejoice in the belief that you have gotten rid of me, Valen. Until your new pet ring arrives, you will not be leaving my sight,” Orphe said as he stood.

“What? Why can’t I stay here? It’s not like I can go anywhere.” Okay, maybe the Blondie would have believed him if he hadn’t been grinning like an idiot, thought Violet.

“And with you within arm reach you won’t be going anywhere,” replied Orphe as he unlocked the four inch wide, silver, restraint bands around Valen’s wrists.

oOoOoOo

Tapping his index finger against his temple, Iason coldly surveyed the group that had all but stormed into his home. Interrupting his time with Riki and Jade. It had taken the better part of last night to rearrange his   busy schedule so he would stay home to be with Riki, and having that time taken away did not please him in the least.

Marcus’s overly energetic mongrel had dashed into his apartment before Cal full opened the door, had tackled Riki onto the floor. Any normal Elite would have just sneered at the lack of manners of the mongrel, lifting their noses and whispering of the “lack of breeding” thus explaining away the boy’s actions. But Iason had been dealing with Riki long enough to know that when it came from creatures from Ceres, nothing was as it seemed with their breed.

Granted Riki was rare in his beauty and not all mongrels were gifted with his type of brilliance, but considering that this mongrel was Riki’s friend, Iason knew it was not due to the lack of manners that made the boy rush in. And Iason was correct in his assessment when he heard the boy quickly, and as quiet as possible, whisper “I’m pretending to be Sky!” before Marcus came and pulled the boy away from Riki.

Iason had watched as Riki silenced Jade with a cutting look to keep him silent from calling out in greeting to the light blue haired mongrel, who he was sure Riki would explain to once they were out of hearing range from him. Not that Iason would speak of the boy’s deception to Marcus who’s calm features proved that he had not heard the boy. That would be something that Marcus would need to discover on his own, just like how he had discovered the many interesting, yet maddening, things he had learned about Riki.

But it was after Riki had called his own meeting of his own, taking the mongrel and his progeny out onto the balcony did Iason listen to Raoul and Gabriel’s complaint, along with Marcus’s. Katze, Iason noted, stayed behind the group of Blondies, waiting patiently.

Annoyed, Iason called Orphe to join them. Gideon was in orbit with Aisha reviewing safety protocols, but he made them abandon their meeting so they could listen in. They now were waiting for Mikhale to connect, to which Iason would command the absent Elite to return to Amoi.

“So,” said Iason in a low, calm, tone, “what I am hearing is that you’re thinking of threatening me, and my position, if I do not force Raoul to turn the services of his Furniture over to you?”

“Sir Lazen would nev-“

Iason turned his icy glaze towards Katze, silencing him from defending Gabriel. Iason knew very well that Gabriel would never threaten him, not that he did not have the adequate firepower to be able to do so, but because the Elite knew very well that he would retaliate.

“Of course not. But you and I both know that if word to get about Furnitures….”

Turning his head, Iason looked out the wall of glass to Riki. “From what I have heard so far, Gabriel, the fact that you are in a sexual relationship with a Furniture would a great deal worse, then if the so called rumors of our Furnitures being mongrels were to be gossiped about.” Meaning that he would make it a point that Gabriel could never show his face in polite Elite society again if he thought to cross swords with him.

From the reflection in the glass Iason could see Raoul giving the angered Elite a smug smile. Iason wondered when his friend would realize that he, in no way, would do anything to Gabriel. The gift Katze had wrapped so expertly for him, he would not be rejecting it. No… he was waiting for the Blondie to make his move. A move Iason had steered the Elite towards with just a few meaningful words. Gaining what he wanted from Gabriel would not be a problem, it was convincing Raoul that relinquishing Niko into Gabriel’s hands that would be his greatest challenge of the day.

Iason knew that Raoul treated his young Furniture differently. Their Master and servant relationship had never been normal from the start, not since the young Niko ‘accidentally’ dumped a tray of chilled Champaign down the back of the most obnoxious Elite within their Blondie rank. The new Furniture had won the affection of many of the Elites that day, one of the reasons why the boy never was brought to task whenever one of his pranks angered one of them.

He would need to also play his part carefully, needed to made Raoul truly believe that if he didn’t hand Niko over then his position could be in serious danger.

“To be honest with you Sir Iason, it had been my first thought to hold this information over your head, to some how use it to force Raoul to turn Niko over to me.”

Iason’s raised pale brow was the only indication to the other Blondie that he had his attention.

“As you all very well know, there have been quite a few vicious whispers circulating in Eos regarding the fact that you have fully stepped in once it had been realized that Jupiter could very well not be coming back. Once the knowledge comes about that all of The Seven have mongrels for pets, their creditability with start to be questioned.”

“And you think you can halt these so called whispers?” Raoul laughed mockingly.

“Yes, Raoul, I do,” Gabriel replied. “In two days time we all will be attending Orphe’s pet gathering. There will be no way that those wild creatures will behave like a pure bred academy pet. Their looks also lack the perfection of an Eos pet.”

“Do get on with what you are trying to say Gabriel,” Iason said softly. He could see that his silence was affecting Raoul just as he had hoped it would. His old friend knew him well. Well enough to know that by him listening to Gabriel there was something wrong. He never would have allowed someone to explain their reasoning to him if he thought they could potentially hurt his standing.

“We may all be Blondies, but I am not apart of your group. Because of this I can turn the gossip away from all of you. You will have my support in everything you do, just as I gave it regarding our other arrangement. The others will listen to me, not just because of my rank, but because I am not the same rank as all of you.”

“I’m listening,” Iason calmly said. But Gabriel was wrong when he said he was not apart of their group. He may not be one of the leading Blondies, but he was one of them now. Gabriel just didn’t realize it just yet.

“As you are already aware, there are some that believe that with Jupiter gone it might be their only chance of gaining supporters with the hopes of removing you from your seat of leadership. Even though Riki has been silently accepted as a permanent fixture in Eos, they will not take it calmly of others of his kind living here, and will see you allowing them to be kept as pets as a sign of weakness.”

“Something that you have already made clear,” Iason responded sharply. “Get to the point.”

“I will start a rumor myself, and cultivate it to your liking.”

“And in payment for doing this…?” Iason looked to Raoul with this question. He could see at how silent his friend was, the furrowing of his perfectly arched brows that his mind was racing through all the pros and cons of Gabriel’s offer.

It didn’t seem like much, but it was. Gabriel was absolutely correct when he said that once word was spread through Eos about the other mongrels being pets to the other Blondies that their power could be dangerously lowered to the point that there could be a vote, knocking them down as one of the Seven. His position had been decreed by Jupiter, so they would tread very carefully with him, but not with the others.

To have Gabriel in his pocket, being his weapon, swaying Elites away with his lies, it was something that he would need. The Seven and he were already held at arms length because of their power. Although Gabriel was also a Blondie he was accepted, and Elites brought welcomed him into their discussions.

“Iason? What is the emergency?”

Iason leaned back in his chair when Orphe strolled in with a tall, lovely, violet haired young man behind him. “Riki is out on the balcony, join him,” Iason addressed to the mongrel, ignoring Orphe’s question until the boy side stepped around the Eos Security Chief and exited the room.

“Have a seat Orphe,” Iason commanded, motioning to the empty chair next to Marcus. “Gideon, Aisha, Mikhale?” Iason called out to the com his Furniture had brought in to call the missing Blondies.

“We are all here Sir Iason.”

Iason cast another glance outside to where Riki was. Reminding himself to corner his mongrel once this little meeting of his was concluded. It wouldn’t do if those unpredictable group of minds were to hatch any schemes under his roof.

With a sigh, Iason turned back to the matter at hand.

TBC…..
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