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Forever Caged	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 44150 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do i make any money from this fanfic.

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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: 49 of ?

Thank you- Sheleeta , Ryn , alexxgalaxy

Alex…I have a bad feeling that I may have not posted chapter 47….>.< my bad :< but I posted aspa once I saw your comment :D thanks for that.

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“Tell me Kirin. Have you ever killed anyone without getting your hands dirty?”

“That’s a serious, and personal, question you’ve laid down for me to answer Sir Ervic.”

“Just out of curiosity, just as you are merely curious of his Excellency’s pet.”

“Well, if it is only just that… then I have to tell you that when one is contemplating permanently eliminating a potential rival there is no such thing as not getting your hands dirty…but I have heard that there are people that can be bought so that the filth of death can never be trailed back to you…”

“And who are these people?”

Jupiter looked expressionlessly at the screen before her. She had hoped that her child’s dissatisfaction at losing the offspring of Riki would dissipate, that all he would need was time to come to terms with his loss and then he would move on…

But that seemed to be not the case…

What she had told her servant was true. She would not stop her Onyx if he chose to walk down the destructive path he had been forcefully carved out, but hadn’t taken a step down yet. But she could see that with adjoining himself with that man Riki had the misfortune of coming into contact with off world, and by speaking of death, her child had made his decision. The fact that her son had forgotten that her eyes, and ears, were everywhere. That with was going on in Eos would be known to her, which meant that she knew all about Jade, his dreadful hatred towards Gideon, and how he wanted the pet back…Her child was being careless to speak of such things.

With just a flicker within her swirling mercury like eyes, Jupiter closed the live feed that damned her Elite. Allowing another part of her consciousness to watch and listen until she was ready to continue reviewing the data playing out at this moment.

It would be so easy to stop Jerico. All she would have to do was call him to her, to tell him in just a few words that what he was doing was wrong, and he would stop… but the days of controlling her children were ending. By stepping back she had already taken the first step of her plan, and if she showed herself now, then all that she had worked for would be for nothing.

Now was her time to act, and it was just a matter of getting everything ready for her chosen Blondie to take full control. Many things were slowing her plans down, such as the Ura'zen half-breed and his snooping. She had allowed him to dig, and discover many things about himself, unknowing that it was his bloodline that he was reading about, as well as Jade, Riki and her Blondie’s pet Lilly.

But she had underestimated his intelligence because he had only been a half-breed. Never thinking that he would find just a snippet of her plans in trash data. It wouldn’t do if her plans were to be discovered by her golden child before the ground work had been laid. She needed more time.

Nothing would stop her now that she found Riki. She had still been young, not yet a hundred years of age when her creators had stepped foot onto this world, and they had been confronted with Riki’s people. Her inexperience had lead to the death of such an extraordinary species. Not just Riki’s, but two others as well.

Her failure was repeated at the Ceres rebellion. A miscalculation in her plans when her personal servants brought forward the body of a lovely Ura'zen female that had been discovered before it had been incinerated with all the other bodies.

Upon examining the female’s body she had discovered that the Ura’zen had never bared a child, even though her inner wrist had been tattooed with the name Latzen, her mate’s name, deleting the emotion called hope that a young could be hunted down from the female, and be brought to her. … She had known that they were still out there hiding from her. The numbers she had calculated had proven that after the war that there had been survivors, and she should have taken into account that the humans would have never stood up to her, never would have rallied against her ultimate rule.

Not burning the body had been a momentary glitch. After samples had been taken from the female she had ordered her servants to take the extraordinary human to the coast. Ordered the female to be buried there, overlooking the sea, a monument built with the words of her creators marking who the unknown female was to her…as well as satellite that would record every second of what moved near the statue.

They had never been the kind to hide behind anyone, so when the intelligence of the leaders of the rebellion had been uploaded, and they had been normal humans, she had acted. Silencing their outrage, and isolating Ceres…She had acted to quickly…

Ceres had always been her first choice to begin her plan, but the rebellion had allowed her to act swiftly without the complications of her children wondering why she viscously attacked that part of her city, and investigating out of curiosity.

Over a hundred years of silence….over a hundred years of data pointing out to her that she had indeed killed the creatures, through her lack of action, in the beginning, and again in Ceres…

She had failed twice….Failure was not acceptable… she now had a third chance to correct the mistakes of her past, and she would not let anyone take that away from her….

She would use anything- anyone as her tools to accomplish her goals of perfecting her children…even at the cost of losing some of them on the way. Her programming, the very thing she had been created to do was now back at full force.

Her beautiful Onxy Elite would be one of those tools. His corruption would be just what she needed to keep Iason occupied while she put her players in place….Not just Jerico, but also her once favored doctor, William Landon, who moronically thought that he had been keeping his presence a secret from her.

Landon, had been infected by Riki. She had secretly ordered her servants to hunt him down, but had long since called off her hounds. The work she had discovered him to doing might come in handy one day, so for now she would allow him to scurry behind the walls to conduct his work.

The good doctor might also come in use if she needed more time holding back her brilliant Blondie from the information she kept locked away.

It was too soon for Iason to know the truth. She would do everything she needed to keep him from stopping her.

But what she needed the most was more time.

“And once what I have started, what I was first set out to do, cannot be stopped. I will make you come to me for answers, only then will you know everything… but not before then…”

oOoOoOo

Kneeling between Iason’s legs, completely nude, Riki slowly unbuttoned his Blondie’s shirt, spreading the silky material apart to caress the hard perfection Iason’s muscular chest, flicking those rosy nipples of his Elite’s until they hardened to his satisfaction.

With a smug smile on his face, Riki leaned up and placed a kiss in the middle of Iason’s pecks, nibbling his way down until he reached the impressive bulge hidden from his view. Leaning back, Riki flashed heated eyes up to Iason who raised a pale amused brow.

Running his hands up Iason’s clothed thighs, Riki unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped Iason’s pants, his breath hitching in the back of his throat with the sight that was uncovered. No matter how many times Riki saw it, it never ceased to send a shiver of fear down his spin at the shear size of the dangerous tool that Iason used on him.

Taking Iason’s heated flesh into his hand, Riki stroked the silken tip. “You guys seemed to have had a lot to talk about in there,” Riki huskily whispered, blowing his hot breath against Iason, smiling when he felt a tremor go through his Blondie’s form.

“I was beginning to think that you would let us stay out on the balcony all day.” The fact was that the meeting had ended five minutes after Riki and Katze had gathered all the boys together, and no doubt that was the reason why Iason had called the meeting with his Blondies to a close. Smart, scary bastard that he was probably knew that they were up to no good once they had quieted down.

The fun part was, even when he had seen that Iason badly wanted to question him, his ‘guests’ hadn’t been too willing to leave just yet. Marcus, humorously, had been whined at by Fidget until he had invited himself to dinner, all because his mongrel hadn’t wanted to leave just yet.

Orphe and V also stayed, because V had manipulated the Blondie by insisting that he really wanted to go back to the apartment. You would think that Orphe would be use to reverse physiology with the way all of them bastards used it on a daily basis. Especially Iason. Hell, besides the sex thing, Riki seriously believed that all Blondies were trained in that shit, but funny enough Orphe fell for it.

Looking up into Iason’s eyes, Riki leaned forward and flicked his the tip of his tongue across the sensitive slit of Iason’s harden member. “What was the verdict on Raoul and Gabriel?” Riki whispered.

The only ones that had not stayed was Gabriel, Raoul and Katze. Gabriel had already been gone by the time they went back into the apartment, and Iason had taken Katze to the side, where Riki could only assume Katze was repeating the same thing he had told them on the balcony, about Jupiter and the possibility of what the A.I was trying to do. But after that, once they were finished talking and had come back, Raoul had taken Katze by the arm and stormed out.

Katze would be pissed at him later, because he, with Fidget and V, even though the two didn’t know Raoul one bit, had decided to make a few comments about their past of being caught in bed. Granted V had more stories than Fidget and he had. There was one story in particular that Fidget told of V diving out a window of a two story housing complex in only his birthday suit due to a large, and equally pissed, pairing partner which lead to Orphe getting all red in the face and dragging Valen off, and Marcus doing the same when Fidget wouldn’t stop running his mouth off about his and V’s indiscretions.

But all in all it had been worth getting Iason all pissed at him when he had spoken up about his and Guy’s sexual acts just to see the expression on Raoul’s face. When the others were leaving was when Gideon had appeared to take Jade. The Blondie had stayed for an hour before he and Jade left too.

That was when Riki acted. He knew that Iason was going to start his questioning, and damn if he was going to be fucked till he screamed out all his secrets. To hell with what Iason said about the both of them “not keeping secrets from one another” not when Riki knew Iason would keep something from him if the damn Blondie thought it was for his own safety.

Thinking like that was what got the people you were trying to protect killed. Not that he thought Iason would put him in danger, but Riki didn’t want to be left out of something so important, and he wasn’t talking about himself. He knew that whatever was in his fucking veins that was making Jupiter all hot in her crickets, the bitch wasn’t going to let him get killed, not when she still hadn’t gotten what she wanted from him.

So this time, when Iason had walked Gideon to the door, Riki had walked into their bedroom, stripped down, and when Iason came in he had smiled and patted the chair he had placed in the middle of the room. Iason had given him one of those irritating knowing smiles of his before slowly taking his coat off and draping it across their bed before seating himself down.

It had been a very, very long time before Riki had initiate anything, not since Iason always did it. His Blondie could lay in wait for years if he needed to. Laying out the perfect trap for his prey to trustingly walk into it. But try and make him wait when it came to heavy petting and those sweet little deaths they found in one another’s arms…well, he personally knew how frightening Iason’s temper was.

But the reason why he fucking did the whole ‘waiting for my lover buck ass naked’ was because it was his turn to get answers from Iason. Would his plan work? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Taking Iason’s member deep into his mouth, Riki moaned, letting the vocal vibrations of his enjoyment torment Iason. Stroking his Blondie’s length with one of his hands, Riki used his other to pinch Iason’s nipple. Loving how Iason gripped the end of the arm rest until the wood creaked in protest, loved the harshness of Iason’s breathing and his barely contained moans.

“So how did you get Raoul to turn Niko over to Gabriel?” Riki panted, trying to shake the fire he had ignited just by tasting the salty essence of Iason on his tongue so he could continue with his game.

“First, don’t you think I’m a little overly dressed? It would be a shame if we were not on equal footing, don’t you think?” The insatiable thirst Iason felt, would always feel towards Riki, did not completely cloud his mind from what he knew his mongrel was trying to do. But Iason wasn’t about to stop Riki from his attempt to get his answers from him. He had planned on telling him everything, word for word, of what he and his Blondies had spoken of.

But his mongrel had automatically thought he would keep him in the dark, and granted before he had discovered Jupiter had betrayed him, he probably would have done just that, but reasoning had finally found its way in when Riki had been off Amoi, and that was why he planned to keep Riki updated on everything. His mongrel wasn’t weak, and he could take care of himself if trouble came his way. Keeping his lover in the dark, unknowing, and unable to protect himself from danger was more dangerous.

Standing, pushing the chair back, Iason slowly removed his clothing then sat back down. “Continue,” Iason smiled. His lips curving upwards more then he saw the look of suspicion that flashed momentarily on Riki’s face before it was wiped clear.

“You know what I’m trying to do, don’t you?” Riki growled.

“Trying to seduce me I would gather,” replied Iason as he pulled Riki closer. “And I must say that I am greatly enjoying what you are doing.”

Riki hissed when Iason’s pulled him high up into his lap, and his Blondie lapped at his nipple. Fucker always went to his weakest spot first. Struggling for breath, Riki fisted Iason’s hair and pulled his mouth away from his chest. “Stop!” Riki gasped.

Iason chuckled. To see how much an affect he had on Riki was more then enough to make him burn to have the mongrel under him. “Ah, forgive me,” Iason whispered, “you want to take the lead this time don’t you?”

Riki let go of Iason’s hair and gripped his shoulders, shuddering in desire when he felt Iason’s hands palming his ass and dip a long finger between his cheeks.

Iason grunted at the strength Riki unknowingly used against him. But…yess… he greatly delighted in Riki’s strange new enhancement. Being able to really feel how much his mongrel wanted him, to the point that he knew he would bare the marks of Riki’s hold on his shoulders later.

Riki thought to turn the tables on him, but his mongrel was still too young to go one on one with him on this playing field. There were some things that Riki was aware of that could have him aggressively taking the boy, but Riki had decided not to go that way. Smart move. Riki knew if he did that, then talking would not be what they would be doing.

Iason smugly smiled when Riki threw his head back, all that beautiful raven locks spilling across his thighs, and Riki gasped partly in pain but mostly in heated excitement when he slipping that lone digit into his molten heat. While he had not planned on uncovering Riki’s secrets of what the mongrels were talking about out on the balcony, he had only sought to ask Riki respectfully, there was still the matter of the stories Riki had spoken of about Guy and their past intimacies that needed to be ‘talked’ about.

Jealously was not a new feeling to Iason. He had felt the darkness of that particular human emotion many times when it came to Riki, and those that looked upon him with lust in their eyes. He knew that being jealous over a dead man was a waste of energy, but even with knowledge it hadn’t stopped the nasty flavor in his mouth when he picture the two of them together.

Selfishly, Iason wanted Riki to only think of him when others mentioned the acts they have performed with another. No one else. Only him.

“That was an interesting conversation you and your friends were having ,” Iason whispered his words against Riki’s nipple, making his mongrel try to push away from him, and the sensations he was assaulting on this body.

“I especially liked the stories you told of the time you were that mongrel’s,” Iason spat, “pairing partner.”

It took a full minute before Iason’s words penetrated the fog of passion in Riki’s mind, and another before he could speak, “Your shitting me, right,” Riki panted. “You can’t be seriously pissed at me for being with Guy. I’m with you now, aren’t I? And Guy is…”

Acting quickly, Iason brought Riki’s head down. Slanting his mouth over his, working his finger so that it tantalized Riki’s prostate until he heard his mongrel’s keening cries against his mouth. Ripping the rapture from Riki with skill. Holding Riki still so he could pleasure him, doing all he could do to remove the pain that had flashed in those black eyes.

He has miscalculated. His emotions dredging memories of how exactly Guy had died…and by who’s hand had sent him to his fate. The consuming urge to make sure Riki never thought of Guy again was replaced by the desire to protect Riki from the emotional pain he had caused… He also didn’t want Riki thinking of that pest while being together intimately. Iason knew that he would not be able to control himself if Riki were to be with him, but see someone else touching him.

The compulsion to dominate Riki was strong, and there was a part of himself that he needed to feed to keep that sinister part of himself satisfied. Which he had , repeatedly, when Riki had finally had been brought back to him. But now wasn’t one of those times. Iason didn’t want to hold Riki down and take command, he wanted to be touched.

Gently removing his finger, Iason reached under and aligned himself to Riki’s entrance and slowly, drawing back so he could look Riki in the eyes, pushed himself into the body of his willing lover’s welcoming heat.

Holding Riki close to his chest, tighter then he would have ever dared to do before for fear of breaking his mongrel, Iason began drive his hips up. Slowly. Sweetly. Taking his time. Drowning himself in all that Riki could give him.

With his hands fisted in Iason’s hair, Riki took the tender flesh, where the Blondie’s neck met his shoulder, and sucked hard. Marking Iason’s body just like the Blondie always did with him, growling in approval with Iason did not try to stop him from stating his territory where all his other bitch-ass Elite friends would be able to see it.

“Fuck,” Riki rasped as Iason’s tempo began to accelerate. The thrusts getting harder, and with every buck, Iason would bear down on his shoulders so that he would feel every inch of his uncompromising rod within him.

Palming himself, Riki shouted out repeatedly in distress to the rapture Iason inflicted on him as the damn Blondie, almost cruelly, hit that tender spot inside of him over and over again. His head falling back, hissing through his teeth, Riki announced that he was close.

“No, no…not yet,” Iason whispered.

“Fuck you, I’m coming,” Riki moaned.

Chuckling, Iason replaced Riki’s hand and took his mongrel’s swollen member into his, and stopped Riki from reaching his climax. “Not yet I said.”

Panting. Pissed. Desperate for release. Riki narrowed his eyes at Iason and lashed out with his fist.

Blocking the blow, Iason grabbed a fist full of Riki’s long hair and yanked his head back. “Just a little more.”

“Fuck…No more…” Riki groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. The position there were in made it impossible for Riki to get any away. Getting his ass attacked in bed, he at lease had room to angle his body so that he could shy away when it got to be too much for him to handle. It was a trick he had learned after hours after fucking hours of being pounded by Iason. But riding Iason this way he was trapped from all sides. He felt like he really was going to get fucked to death.

“I want more,” demanded Iason.

“Then fucking take it,” Riki hissed, swooping down, biting Iason’s lower lip until he opened up for him. Bring his knees tighter to Iason’s sides, Riki grinded down hard against Iason, squeezing his inner muscles until he heard Iason quietly gasp against his mouth.

Letting Iason’s lips go, Riki leaned back, holding himself up by placing his hands on Iason’s knees, taking over the pace of their vigorous movements. Growling low when Iason tried to take back command. The animal within him emerging, slipping from his control as the ecstasy grew to a feverous pitch.

Grinning Iason watched in greed at the expressions of delight mixed with agony that crossed Riki’s face, until it became to much for him. “That’s it,” Iason rasped. Standing, slipping out of Riki’s liquid fire, Iason, with Riki in his arms, strode to their bed. Dropping his wild mongrel onto the mattress, Iason flipped Riki onto his stomach. Pinning Riki’s hands above his head, lifting his hips up, Iason entered Riki swiftly.

Wrapping those long ebony locks around his wrist, Iason yanked Riki’s head back, covering his mouth with his, silencing his erotic moans with his, and getting bitten for his troubles. Iason didn’t let up his invasion until he felt Riki shudder under him, laughing out in relief.

Joining Riki in his bliss, Iason stayed ridged above him, trembling in his release before withdrawing and with Riki in his arms, stretched out on the bed.

“Prick,” rasped Riki, still breathless. “You knew what I was trying to do, didn’t you.”

“Mmm,” Iason smiled. “One cannot hold a position of power, like I do, and not be able to read ones opponent.”

“Thanks for the warning. I’ll be sure not to try it again.” Riki winched at the soreness of his body. Before he would have been laid up for a day or two of rough love’n from Iason. But he had found out that his strange new body healed quickly, and, besides some love bites and bruising, he could move around after a few hours of rest.

Iason chuckled, “Ah, but your attempts are very pleasing to me.”

“Asshole,” Riki huffed, trying to roll away only to stop short by Iason and the hold he had on his hair. “You’ve taken a liking to doing that,” Riki commented to Iason’s new habit of wrapping his hair around his wrist. “Don’t be taking too much of a fucking liking to it. It’s a pain in the ass to wash and brush. I’m cutting it all off.”

“But think of all the fun you could have with it,” Iason mused, bringing those lovely midnight locks to his lips.

“Fun?” Riki didn’t know if he should be worried or not by the devious look on Iason’s face.

“Think about it for one second Riki. Your hair has always been talked about. A mongrel with pure black hair, some have whispered that it is lovelier then that of an Onyx Elite.” Iason didn’t have to continue once he saw the grin spread across Riki’s lovely lips.

“You are one evil bastard Iason. What happened to keeping a low profile? Those fancy bitches will go ballistic if they see my new hairdo.” Riki did have to admit that it would by kinda funny to see those uptight Elites feathers get all ruffled.

“The situation is under control.” Iason gathered Riki in his arms, forcing his mongrel to lay he head down on his chest. “Gabriel is in charge of handling the Elites, and steering them to where I want them to go.”

“So you did get Raoul to cough up Niko.” Riki laughed softly.

“Not a very easy thing to do,” Iason smiled, caressing Riki’s sweat dewed back. “But Raoul was able to see reason and knew that without Gabriel's aid we would be in situation that could turn violent.”

“ ‘Able to see reason’?” Riki looked up to Iason’s smug face. “More like you manipulated Raoul into thinking that it was the only way. You had other options.”

Iason tilted his head forward in agreement. He did have other options to the threat Gabriel laid before his feet, and for when the knowledge of when the other Elites uncovered that there were now three other mongrels in Eos. One plan would have been distasteful, the ‘retirement’ of an Elite. But his final decision to let Gabriel believe he had some control had all stemmed to the fact that his brother was in a position he had found himself in when he had met Riki. He had fought to keep Riki, and had the power to accomplish it, while Gabriel did not.

“Aisha, Marcus, Orphe and Gideon were not to please when I relayed where our Furniture hailed from.”

“I bet they didn’t, but it’s not like they can bitch about it now, considering that all their new toys are mongrels,” Riki snickered. “You had to have known that my boys were bound to recognize some of them, didn’t you?”

“I did, but there had been some doubt. You did not seem to have any recognition of any of the Furniture, while they on the other hand knew who you were.”

Riki blinked up in surprise at Iason. “Seriously? Like who?”

“I don’t know everyone that knew you, but Daryl knew you from Guardian,” Iason quietly replied.

Riki was silent for a few moments. He never forgot about Daryl, thought about the Furniture every now and again. Riki wanted to ask Iason what happen him, but decided that maybe it would be best not to… he didn’t want to know. The things Daryl had done to him, ordered by Iason, was a part of his past that he wanted to forget.

Pressing Riki’s head back down on his chest, Iason recounted every thing he spoke about to his Blondies, including the fact that he knew about the blue haired mongrel’s ‘joke’ being played against Marcus and Aisha and that he would say nothing about it to them. To his delight Riki began to haltingly speak of what his gang had discussed out on the balcony as well.

Long after their conversation fell silent, as the aftermath of their lovemaking settled in and exhaustion set in. Iason stared up at the ceiling thinking of Daryl. He had seen that Riki had wanted to ask where his old Furniture went ,which lead him to think that maybe there were some things that he would keep to himself. He didn’t want Riki to know the fate Daryl met for helping Riki try and escape Eos… Because he knew Riki would see that he felt no remorse for the servant's death.

If he could redo his decision, he would still have sent Daryl to his death for trying to free Riki from his grasp. Iason tightened his arms around his sleeping mongrel. While his relationship was changing, while he was trying to create a world where Riki could stand by his side, and not behind him, there was one thing that would never change.

He would never let Riki go.

TBC….
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