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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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Thank you! alexxgalaxy , Lyran & Sheleeta .

Hope you all enjoy this new chapter :)

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: 52 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

“Leather pants….fucking leather pants! This shit chafes. You fucking understand, right?”

Iason raised a pale brow at Riki’s complaint as he slipped on his gloves. “Would you have preferred to wear something akin to the garments you wore when you were younger?”

Riki ignored Iason and his reference to the scandalous black leather thong, and scarcely anything else Iason dressed him in for those stupid pet soirees he had been forced to attend when he was sixteen. “You know what I loved the most when I was on my own Iason? All my fucking shirts had all its buttons,” said Riki, plucking at the white silk shirt held together by a single pearl button. “As high and mighty as you are, you’d think you could afford to put more stink’n buttons on my fucking shirt.”

Glaring at the chuckling Blondie from his refection Riki glimpsed in the mirror he was seated in front of, but instead of a cutting remark he hissed in pain when Calsnagged a tangle, yanking at his head painfully. “For fucks sake! Give me the brush! I can do it my damn self!”

“No, you will let Calhandle everything,” Iason firmly said to the irritated mongrel, “If left up to you, you would go to this event in sleepwear.”

“One fucking time I tried to do that. One! You said the dinner was a casual event. How was I to know ‘casual’ to you fuckers was to take the stick out of your asses a quarter of an inch,” growled Riki as he batted Cal’s hands away from his head.

“You fucking put those things in my god damn hair, and I’ll rip your nuts off,” threatened Riki when the Furniture brought out two fruity looking diamond dusted pins. “I fucking swear, Cal. Back the fuck off.”

Iason waved his Furniture away, taking the ivory brush from the servant and continuing where the boy left off, running the stiff bristles through Riki’s thick hair. “Every time we need to do one of these social gatherings you become like this.”

“Social gatherings?” Riki threw his head back and laughed mockingly. “It might be a ‘social gathering’ for you and those snobby bitches in this hell hole, but it’s nothing but a parade of scantily clothed under aged brats, who are as snobby and arrogant as the Elites who own them. All of them fighting to be first place, trying to become the winners of nothing.”

“Maybe that is why everyone wants to see you. Did you ever think of that?” Iason asked. “Unlike the rest, you refuse to bend, to play by the rules.”

“Because all of your damn rules are stupid,” Riki huffed, pushing away from the dressing table. “Your not going to get my hair any more tamed then it already is Iason. You can stop brushing.”

Iason turned Riki towards him, taking hold of the mongrel’s chin in a firm grip when the boy tried to jerk his head away from him, but Iason had to admit Riki’s words were true. No amount of grooming would take that wind blown look away from his lover’s midnightlocks. Like the boy himself, his hair looked wild, free.

“So what? Do I pass?” Riki sarcastically asked pulling away from Iason, holding his arms up and turning around in a circle, the single diamond stud in his ear twinkling in the lights when Riki tossed his heavy mass of hair over his shoulder.

Raking a heated gaze down Riki’s body, from the tight fitted black leather hugging slim hips to the hand stitched shimmering white silk shirt held together with a single pearl, designed to part with every movement Riki made, showing off his mongrel’s exotic bronze skin and impressive physique.

“There is one thing missing,” Iason said as he drew Riki to him. Running his hand from Riki’s chest down into the waistband of his low riding leather pants. Iason smiled in amusement when Riki grabbed his biceps in a tight grip when his gloved hand closed over the mongrel’s tender flesh.

“Shit. If you want to get it on, you got no complaints from me,” Riki huskily commented, gasping when Iason took his wakening shaft into his hand. “I say we blow the party and stay at home.”

Iason smiled, leaning down to kiss Riki’s lips, before removing his hand from the mongrel’s pants. “As much as I’d like to indulge you, we will be attending tonight.”

“What was up with that, then?”

Holding out his fist, Iason showed Riki the cock ring which lay in the palm of his hand. “I think you have out grown this, don’t you think?”

Riki stood frozen at the sight of his most hated cock ring. “You letting me go?” Riki breathlessly asked.

“Were I said yes, would you still stay?” Iason whispered.

Riki was silent, staring up into those ice blue eyes. He wanted to say yes…but the temptation of being allowed out of Eos was immense. He loved the huge bastard….but the option of leaving if he choose to…

Iason bowed his head. “I see it is too soon to ask you this question. Which is why I had this made for you.” Placing the cock ring on the table behind Riki, Iason reached into his breast pocket, withdrawing a small velvet box.

“What is it?” Riki asked warily. Surprises and Iason weren’t a good mix.

Iason handed the box to Riki. "This is your new pet ring."

Riki tossed the box back to Iason, who caught it with one hand. "Thanks, but no thanks."

“Look at it before you reject the item,” Iason said dryly. Opening the red velvet box, Iason presented Riki with the jewel which lay within. “It’s a ring. A ring you wear on your finger,” said Iason smiling at how Riki narrowed his eyes at him. “There is a tracking device in it, and you will not be able to remove it, like any normal pet ring.”

“You just expect me to put it on?” Riki eyed the large black stone centered in a wide silver band.

“Either you put it on or I will, yes. This ring will also allow you to leave Eos…with my approval, of course.” Iason removed the ring and took Riki’s reluctant hand in his. “This ring is a symbol of my trust for when you step out of Eos, I can trust you to come back.”

“Trust?” muttered Riki, winching when Iason slipped the large ring down his middle finger on his left hand. “How is this a symbol of your trust if it has a GPS chip?”

“To repeat a phrase you once said to me, “Tit for tat”.” Iason held up his own ring he always wore. “My ring allows me to know where you are at all times…and so now does yours. Even if you can one day see this place as your home, a place that, at the end of the day, you can come back to… I have come to realize that I can never be able to not know where you are.”

Riki flexed his hand. The damn thing was heavy. Surprisingly so. “So where is the tracking device?” Riki snidely asked.

“Under the stone, and it is secured; enforced with titanium and utterly impossible for your little mongrel friend to remove without taking your finger off to do so.”

“Better a finger than something else,” muttered Riki. “You would think Orhpe would get one of these things for V. The boy already busted out of that high tech collar he had specially ordered.”

“From my understanding, it was because of you, and your order, that your mongrel subordinate dared to do such a thing,” Iason commented as he lead Riki out of their bedroom with his hand on the small of his back.

“For the record, even if I hadn’t suggested V visit my boy, whom couldn’t make it to my little pow wow I had on the balcony, which lead to him cracking the code on his pricy pet collar, V would have done so anyway just for kicks and giggles.” Riki suddenly threw back his head and laughed heartily.

“Care to share what you found so amusing?” Iason asked as he accepted his coat from Cal.

Riki shook his head and Iason, “If you thought your life became complicated after you brought me into Eos, your dead wrong.”

Iason lifted his brow in question.

“Think about the shit I’ve done, and the bitches who came crying to you in complaint. Now there are four of us here,” Chuckled Riki.

Iason smiled gently. “There may be three more mongrels in Eos, but only one of you.”

“…Some of the most sappiest shit comes out of that mouth of yours Iason.” Riki’s face felt flushed. Not only by the words the Blondie spewed, but the tender look in those ice blue eyes which gazed down at him, the way Iason captured a wayward lock of his and tucked it behind his ear, caressing the side of his face as he did it.

oOoOoOo

“Repeat it back to me,” Marcus demanded to the mongrel jumping on his bed.

Doing a back flip off the mattress, Fidget cheered when he stuck the landing, giving a pose before answering the Blondie. “No biting. No licking. No stroking. No fondling. No…ahh…” Fidget looked at Marcus in question.

“No inappropriate touching of any kind!” Marcus hissed, yanking his coat on. “I’ve repeated this to you over and over again since yesterday!”

“It’s not my fault! I wasn’t listening to you the first time or any of the other times you nagged me, so you have to give me credit for remembering this much,” Fidget cheekily replied as he slipped under the Blondie’s arm and snatched Marcus’s little white gloves from his hands.

“Keita!”

“These things look stupid! I like how your hands look bare. Don’t cover them up!” Dodging when Marcus tried to grab him, Fidget ran to the only potted plant in the bedroom and held the gloves an inch over the dirt.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” Marcus threatened.

Tilting his head to the side, wearing an innocent expression on his face, Fidget grounded Marcus’s pristine white gloves into the damp, black, dirt.

Growling, Marcus spun around and all but ripped the dresser drawer that held all his gloves open…only to find it empty. “Where are they all!” Marcus shouted, glaring over his shoulder to the grinning mongrel.

“Simon!”

Burying Marcus’s gloves deeper into the dirt, Fidget took great care not to get the filth onto his snug short sleeved blue shirt or tight silver pants, even buffed his new jeweled pet armband as he watched Marcus’s servant rush into the room at the Blondie’s bellow.

“All of my gloves are gone!”

“I’m sorry Sir! I picked everything up from the cleaners today. Your drawer was full….I-I don’t kno-“

“I hid them,” announced Fidget. “And I’m not telling where they all are.”

“Keita!”

Fidget held his hands over his ears. “Stop calling me that!”

Marcus tilted his head back , looking at the ceiling as he counted to ten, trying to calm down and not march over to the boy and strangle him. “I need my gloves.”

“We are going to be late. I’ve been ready for an hour already,” replied Fidget, ignoring the Blondie. “I wanna go.”

Marcus narrowed his eyes at the boy. “We’ll depart the moment you hand me my gloves you’ve hidden.”

“So that was yes to licking, sucking, nibbling-“

“Fine!” Marcus threw his ungloved, bare hands up in the air. “Just remember your promise.”

Fidget frowned playfully. “What promise?”

“No touching!”

“Ahh.” Fidget danced over to the Blondie and wrapped his arms around Marcus’s waist. “But, you see, I never promised you that I wouldn’t do that to you. Once again you’ve taken it upon yourself to assume that just because I’m repeating the words you’re yelling at me back to you, that I’m going to follow them.”

“Then we are not going,” stated Marcus. It was one thing to let the boy do what ever it is that he wanted to do to him behind closed doors, but it was an entirely different story to have other Elites see the boy behave so intimately towards him.

“No, no! I wanna see my brother!” Fidget whined, even as he un-tucked the Blondie’s shirt from the sides. “I’ll make you a deal. I promise to be a good boy and not lick your neck in front of everyone, but you gotta give me some leg room. It’s impossible for me not to pick on you, especially when I know you’ll be all hard up to impress your friends.”

Marcus removed the boy’s hands that snaked under his clothing, stroking his chest… he also noted that he had allowed the boy to caress him far longer then he ever had before. “What is your deal?”

Fidget grinned, “I’ll give you a break for two whole days. I wont overly bug you, and I wont interrupt you while your working at home in your office. I’ll also make sure not to embarrass you at the party…” Fidget paused for a second in deep thought. “Well, as best as I can not to embarrass you anyway.”

“How do I know if you are telling me the truth or not,” Marcus asked suspiciously.

“Mongrels honor!”

“What does that mean?” Marcus questioned when the boy threw up his hands and on each hand Keita’s middle fingers were crossed over his index fingers.

“Hum?” Fidget blinked innocently up at the Blondie. “Oh, this is a sign that says what I’m saying is what I’m saying.”

“And what exactly are you saying?” Marcus wasn’t about to listen to the boy who’s so far done everything he could to turn his life up side down.

“I just said its about what I was saying.”

“Which would be?” Marcus demanded.

“That what I said was what I was saying!”

Marcus massaged his aching temples. “Just behave yourself.”

Giggling, Fidget jumped into the Blondie’s arms, who instinctively caught, and held onto him, allowing him to pull Marcus’s head down for a scalding kiss. “One for the road,” Fidget breathlessly whispered before pushing the Elite’s shoulders to get him to release him. “Now let’s go!”

Sighing at the sight of his gloveless hands, Marcus allowed the boy to pull him out of the room. “Repeat the rules back to me on what I said about how you are to behave towards the pets that will be at this party.”

“What rules?”

“Keita!”

oOoOoOo

“Seriously Orphe. You cant still be pissed at me for cracking the lock on that necklace you gave me,” chuckled V as he and the brooding Blondie made their way down the hallway to the lifts to take them to the party. “It’s not like I took the thing off. I was just able to disarm the alarms, and the GPS, on the thing so you couldn’t see what I was doing.”

Orphe glared at the lovely tall mongrel over his shoulder. “That was precisely what the collar was designed for you to not be able to do.”

“If so, then I’d get your money back,” V said, smiling charmingly at the Blondie. “So, you wanna bet how long it’ll take before I get this one off?” V held up his hand and the ring that sparkled on his thumb. “Doesn’t look as spendy as the other two you put on me.”

“That’s because it isn’t,” replied Orphe, the sullen look on his perfect face smoothing out, replaced with amusement. “I found something else that well be impossible for you to tamper with.”

“Really…” V didn’t like the way Blondie’s attitude changed. “How so?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Halting at the elevator, Orphe took his mongrel by the shoulders, taking in the boy’s utterly handsome features, his stunning violet eyes and hair to Valen’s tight, well muscled form, with pride. “Do you remember the Elite names I’ve warned you about?”

“Targets of interest that I need to be on my best behavior around? Yea, I remember.” V could sabbetash Orphe’s plans to have him be accepted by the Elites he would be introduced to, but that wasn’t how he rolled.

Unlike Riki who would never bend to anyone, but dark wild beauty and sense of self made everyone incapable to follow him. Sky, who’s deceptive meekness that almost forced people to want to take care of him, to Fidget’s brightness and energy that made people want to stay next to him. He on the other hand only had his charm and face.

His other ‘gift’, if one could call it such, was to charm his way into selective groups and become one of them. V knew that he could never become one of the boys with Orphe’s crowd, but he knew would be embraced by them. That’s how he worked. Sneak in, charm the shit out of them, then when their guards were down take off with their loot. Plus it wouldn’t be in his best interest, Riki’s, or the twins if he told the lot of them to suck his dick.

“Chill, Orphe. Your friends are going to love me,” said V, giving the Blondie a cocky grin. “By the time I’m done with them, they’ll be eating out of the palm of my hand. They wont know what hit them.”

“Who are you going to hit?”

V looked behind the Blondie to see Fidget, with his Blondie, striding up to them. “Holy shit!” laughed V. “Talk about color coordinated.” V whistled and how cleaned up and spiffy Fidget looked.

“I fucking look good. But what the hell are you wearing?”

V smoothed his hands down his sleeveless, deep V cut, one piece, suit. “Shit, I fucking look better then you,” huffed V.

Fidget laughed and pointed at him. “You’d look good in anything, I’ll admit, but it’s the fact that your wearing all white! A whore like you wearing white? There’s a law against fails advertising, you know.”

“Why you little son of a bitch.”

Orphe caught Valen when the mongrel leapt towards the other, shorter, boy. To his surprise Marcus’s mongrel didn’t back down, and in fact had to be restrained by his Elite brother. “Enough,” Ordered Orphe. “We don’t have time for your petty squabble.”

The elevator door opened, and Orphe pulled the snarling mongrel into the lift. Unfortunately Marcus’s little mongrel was able to wiggle out of the other Blondie’s grip and followed. By the time he and Marcus separated the boy’s, the elevator doors closed, trapping them all inside.

“Behave Keita!”

Violet stopped struggling for Orphe to release him, instead stared at the Elite, whom had his arms tightly wrapped around Fidget, in shock. His mouth literally falling open. “Holy shit…your allowing him to call you by your given name?” V lips instantly lifted upward into a shit eating grin. “Oh, I’m so telling on you once I see your twin.”

“Say one word and you’ll be sorry.”

“What are you going to do?” V teased. “With this little bit of info I’ve got your nuts in a vice. I own you right now.” Even with the Blondie’s arm around his waist, V leaned against the metal wall, pillowing his head with his interlaced hands.

“I was wrong.”

V nodded. “Yup, you are. Now tell me your sor-“

“When I laughed at you and called you a whore. That was all true, and I’m not taking it back, but I shouldn’t have teased you. I mean, wearing white really makes your violet hair, and violet eyes, pop. Orphe really made a good choice in picking out that outfit. Hell, if anything I would have added some violet accessories to your digs.”

V’s arms dropped to his side, straightening up he glared murderously at Fidget, who smiled sneakily at him.

“Marcus, don’t you think that my boy, V, would look awesome with some violet trinkets?”

“Fine!” snapped V, “I wont tell him. Just lay off!”

Orphe looked back and forth between the two mongrels suspiciously. “To what is he referring to Valen?”

“Nothing,” said V, scowling at the giggling Fidget, before turning to Orphe. “My shit-head friend is only taking jabs at me about the crap kids use to poke fun of when we were kids.”

“Talking about ‘poking’, I heard you still haven’t gotten in V’s pant-“

Orphe’s eyes widened.

“I’m going to kick your ass Sky,” V hissed. Shooting a glance up at Orphe’s reddened face, V winched.

If Fidget’s Blondie had not covered the boy’s mouth, and the doors hadn’t opened to their designated floor, V knew he would have been in a world of hurt for imparting with his and the Blondie’s intimate relationship to his loud mouth friend.

“See Marcus. They’re getting their freak on. Why can’t you be sex crazed like Orphe and give it up to me too?”

V understood that Fidget was anxious, and when he got like this he became an obnoxious brat, but from the grip Orphe had around his nape, the fucking kid was going to get a fist to the gut once he got him alone.

“Marcus,” hissed Orphe, though clenched teeth, “I would wisely suggest you keep your mongrel away from me.” Orphe stepped out of the elevator, pushing Valen a head of him. Never had he ever thought that the mongrels would speak of such private matters with one another. Orphe could hear Marcus’s mongrel snickering behind him, making him stiffen even more in anger.

He was definitely going to have a long talk with Valen once they were back home. A long talk.

oOoOoOo

From the corner of the room, Riki smirked at the sight of Orphe storming in to the club with Violet confidently strutting in front of him. Riki could only humorously guess what had happened to make the Blondie so pissed off, and it had to have been due to Fidget laughing behind him.

Riki had been in many instances where he had been trapped with Fidget for hours on end, knew how the boy got when he had been away from Sky too long. Orphe probably got teasingly attacked by Fidget, and he couldn’t take the heat.

“You still sure about giving my boys to yours?” Riki asked from the corner of his mouth, turning to look at Iason, conscious of all Elites and pets milling around them.

Iason nodded to the greeting that came his way before replying, “You’ve warned them to behave, I’m sure.”

Riki curled his lip to the rude stares he received from pets. “I told them to tone it down, that’s it. They know not to reveal the fact that they’re mongrels, but you don’t know of their really listen to me, do you?”

“You’re their leader Riki. If you’ve ordered them to keep their identities a secret, they will obey.” Iason gazed at the waiter who that tried to offer Riki a drink, and curtly told off by his mongrel. Since Riki’s first pet soirée the mongrel refused to drink anything that wasn’t bottled and opened by himself.

With his arms draped over the top of the sofa they were lounging on, Riki caressed a lock of Iason’s pale blonde hair. “Leader?” scoffed Riki. “Some leader I am then. So far the only thing I’ve ‘lead’ my boys into, is slavery.”

“Slavery is a harsh word to use. I would descried your new role, as well as your friends, as a sense of companionship,” Iason commented.

“A companionship that we aren’t allowed to leave from nor are we given the ability to reject if we don’t want it.” Riki leaned forward when he noticed the hands Marcus used to guild Fidget into the club were bare. Riki ginned wickedly at the sight. Oh, yea. Marcus was going to get some major shit for not having those stupid gloves on tonight.

“Ah, but it is the battle the lot of you that has proven to be too much for us to walk away from, and thus to force you to play we have made sure you can’t leave the playing field. We are now equally numbered.” Iason glanced at Riki over the rim of his glass, waiting for Riki’s reply.

“‘Playing field’?” Riki’s midnighteyes met the challenging gaze of ice blue. “This isn’t a game Iason.”

“Isn’t it?” Iason questioned. “Well, you wouldn’t have a chance of winning against us anyway.”

Shooting a withering glare at Iason, Riki’s hand tightened on the lock of hair he still had in his hand. “Name the stakes,” demanded Riki, cursing silently to himself once the words left his mouth. He’s never won a game against Iason, not once, but seeing that cocky light in those cold eyes had fired him up.

“Control,” stated Iason, “I bet that by the end of the night the Blondies paired with your mongrels, including Jade and Lilly, will be controlled skill, and I’ll allow that while where will be a ‘show’, but all will end well.”

Riki slowly smiled. “I think we have ourselves a deal.” Riki laughed. “Buddy you don’t know what a losing bet you just placed with me.”

Iason only leaned back in cushions, enjoying Riki’s delight, and the feel of his dark fingers playing with his hair. Riki had a long way to go before he would win against him. If he had thought about it completely, Riki would have demanded what the stakes they were playing for, would have listened to the words he used.

Iason raised his glass to Riki. “To a eventful night,” Iason saluted.

oOoOoOo

“This better be important, Kirin,” Jerico coldly said as he sat next to the human in the dinning hall of one of Midas’s most pristine restaurants. “I’m expected somewhere else, and there is only so much time an Elite can be late without being rude.”

Jerico eyed the man seated next to Kirin, curling his lip at the man’s lack of table manners in the way he shoveled the food on his plate into his mouth. He could also see that the man had just recently gone through face reconstruction. There was massive amounts of unattractive bruising covering every inch of the man’s face. Underneath the discoloration, Jerico could tell that the man was handsome, but watching the way he licked his spoon clean, it was clear that attractiveness was wasted on this man.

“Forgive me for calling you out. I wanted you to meet an associate of mine…Someone that we were discussing about that time we were talking.”

Jerico stood. “You dare being me here!” Jerico scanned the restaurant.

“Please, don’t concern yourself with who may be watching. I’ve spoken to Concierge, and made it clear no one is allowed in the establishment for two hours at most. Your presences here is most assuring, a secret.”

“I don’t care how many steps you have taken, Kirin. Nothing goes unnoticed in this city. Speaking to you like I had, there was a reason for me to be with you. This,” Jerico rudely pointed to the man whom ignored the both of them and continued to stuff his face, “is not going to go unnoticed.”

“Look, dude, if you don’t want my services, then that’s fine by me.”

Jerico narrowed his eyes at the man speaking to him with his mouth full. “Excuse me?”

“I can help you out, for a fee, and not a speck of dirt will dirty those pretty little white gloves of yours. Once I’m done I leave. No stopping to get a cup of coffee, nothing. I do the job and I get off world.”

Holding the man’s eyes, Jerico slowly nodded. “You get caught and I’ll kill you,” Jerico warned.

“I was born to do this shit. Killing, and getting away with it, is what I have trained for my whole life. Trust me.”

“What do I call you?” Jerico noted that throughout this whole conversation, Kirinsaid not one word, only leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face. Bruised eyes twinkled at him as the assassin stuffed another fork full into his mouth.

“Chaz. You can call me Chaz.”

TBC….
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