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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. However, I do own all the original peeps I've chosen to invade the AnK world.

Rating: NC-17

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

Parts: 56 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

Groaning, Riki lifted his head from Iason’s chest, blinking at the twinkling pale blue eyes staring at him. “What the fuck…” rasped Riki, winching in pain in his throat from uttering those three words.

Riki gasped, shuddering when Iason lifted his hip, while simultaneously pushing down his. The absolute fullness within him forcing a long, pleasurable, moan from him.

“So, you’ve finally come back to your senses?” Iason grinned, withdrawing slowly only to sink himself back into Riki’s molten heat. Iason’s anger from last night had faded the moment they returned to the apartment. The fire burning in his mongrel’s eyes had stilled the reprimand which had formed on the tip of his tongue, as Riki smiled seductively up at him. Unbuttoning his pants, Riki stroked himself before his eyes and beckoning him with an arrogant tilt of his head towards their bedroom.

“What?” Riki asked once he could speak. He couldn’t remember coming back to the apartment, let alone getting on top of Iason. Sex with Iason wasn’t something someone forgot about, yet from the cramping in his knees spread across Iason’s waist, and the sweet soreness of his muscles, Riki knew they’d been at it from some time, and it wasn’t just because of the light streaming through the windows.

Iason turned Riki carefully so not to disconnect from his body, until his mongrel lay beneath him. Pushing Riki’s legs up until they nearly pressed into his mongrel’s chest, Iason sank deeper into Riki’s moist heat. “Seems I have to remind you, since you clearly have forgotten.”

Riki dug his head into the mattress. Gritting his teeth at the agonizing pleasure as Iason chuckled over him. The bed creaking at the powerful thrusts as Iason drove into him, unable to silence the sob that escaped his tightly pressed lips when his Blondie stopped his much wanted assault, making him twist in agony from unfulfilled desire. He was so close. So very close…

Iason smiled cruelly. “Not yet,” Iason whispered.

“What the fucks your problem,” Riki growled, glaring up at Iason’s frighteningly beautiful face.

“A kiss,” Iason replied.

“You’re being a prick because I didn’t kiss you?” Riki asked in confusion. The fact that he was attempting to have a conversation with Iason impressed Riki. The feel of that thick, hardened length withdrawing had Riki desperately, and embarrassingly, locking his ankles around Iason’s waist, his arms around Iason’s neck, keeping the Blondie from leaving.

“No,” answered Iason. “I’m speaking of the kiss you impressed upon Mikhale’s pet, Lilly. You seemed to have enjoyed yourself.”

“I think old age is finally beginning to eat at your brain,” Riki rasped as Iason, inch by torturous inch, filled him to the hilt. Grinding his pelvis between the junctions of his thighs. “I would n-never-“Riki gasped, squeezing his eyes tightly closed as Iason purposely, and repeatedly, hit his sweet spot, cutting off his denial.

“When we made our little bet. You were not apart of it. However, no matter how much time passes, you always surprise me with your unpredictable ways.” Iason’s anger had long since passed, but he couldn’t help himself when in these types of situations with Riki.

The need to dominate such a wild creature, to insure Riki knew with out a doubt who was master even though he wanted them to stand side by side. It was a side of him, he could not let go.

“Did you like it? Touching his lips with your own?” Iason whispered, nibbling the side of Riki’s neck. “Did you enjoy it?”

“If I could remember, then maybe I did enjoy it,” Riki angrily said. “Who knows? I could be picturing his face in my head as we speak.”

“How brave you are to say such words to me,” said Iason as he slowly swirled his hip, ripping a throaty shout from Riki. Licking the salty flesh of Riki’s shoulder, Iason thrust hard into Riki, his eyes barely open as he attempted to control his need to lose himself within his mongrel.

“Tell me how it felt to kiss him,” demanded Iason softly.

“Kiss who?” Riki asked, licking his dry lips.

“Lilly.”

Dazed, Riki blinked up at Iason. “What?”

“I want you to tell me exactly what was going through your mind the moment you decided to take him into your arms,” whispered Iason.

“For fucks sake…” Riki untwined his arms from around Iason’s neck to scrape his nails lightly down his Blondie’s smooth back. “Drop the act. I know full well you aren’t pissed at me,” Riki chided. “If you were, you’d have me screaming right about now. So how about you cut the shit, and finish me off.”

Riki smiled when he felt a shudder shiver course through Iason’s body when he clenched around his hot member. “There has never been anyone to capture me so completely than you. I may not remember what I did last night, but I do know one thing clearly.” Lifting his head, Riki licked Iason’s lips. “If I was thinking of anyone last night… it was you.”

“Fascinating creature…” Iason chuckled.

“Now if were done with the mushy talk, and have put the games away, how about we get down to business.” Heaving a relived sigh when Iason’s features softened, Riki grasped the Blondie’s tight buttocks, arching upwards in a silent plea.

No matter how many times he’d ruled over the deceptively delicate dark mongrel under him, Iason knew, just as he had from the beginning, his thirst for Riki would never be quenched.

Never.

Bracing himself up, Iason surged his hips up. His soft gasp drowned out by Riki’s passionate cries. Closing his eyes Iason’s head fell back, his long hair blanketing his sweat dewed back as he finally let himself go.

Listening to Riki’s keen cries. The feel of the small muscular body under him trying to twist away from the painful rapture he was inflicting upon him in obvious delight, was just as exquisite as submerging himself in the delights of Riki’s much desired body.

The moment Riki tightened almost painfully around his sex, impairing him from moving without hurting the boy, Iason swooped down, stealing Riki’s trembling lips as his lover struggled to reach fulfillment.

“Fuck!” Riki gasped, tearing his mouth away from Iason’s. For whatever reason, he was more sensitive than he ever been before. Maybe it was the combination of Lilly’s special scent. Jade’s whispered words, or the drinks he had last night that could still be in his system, who the fuck knew. But, what Riki did know for damn certain, was if he didn’t fall back to Amoi soon from all the bliss shooting him up into the clouds, he would never find his way back.

“Too much,” Riki all but sobbed. “I can’t-“

“Shh,” Iason cooed, reaching between their bodies to take a hold of Riki’s hot flesh. “Let go, and just hold onto me… feel me in you. Concentrate on my hand stroking you.”

Since relaxing wasn’t an option, the only thing Riki could do was listen to the cool tones of Iason’s voice whispering seductively into his ear. Wrapping his arms around Iason’s board back, Riki gasped for breath. Half moaning, half laughing as the pressure began building back up to impossible highest; Riki whispered his affection to his Blondie.

Iason traced the outline of Riki’s full lower lip with his tongue. The moment Riki’s broken cries of victory spilled out, filling every corner of the room, feeling his body shaking and shuddering from the intensity of his orgasm. Iason thrust one last time, his soft moan of release drowned out by Riki’s final shouts of enjoyment, and relief.

Iason held himself over Riki a few moments longer, relishing in the comforts of Riki’s body before gathering Riki in his arms, carefully withdrawing, and rolling to the side.

“That was…different,” Riki said once he caught his breath. “Never had a problem like that before. The only time I couldn’t cum, was when you made sure I didn’t.”

“Mmm…”Iason kissed Riki’s brow.

They stayed in one another’s arms for a while longer. Enjoying each others petting, basking in the aftermath of their love-making before Riki sighed, and winching at the tenderness of his lower anatomy, pushed himself up.

“Did I seriously plant one on Lilly?” Riki asked.

“If you are asking if you kissed Mikhale’s pet, then yes, you did,” Iason said, smiling at the horrified look that flashed across his mongrel’s face.

Riki rubbed his face. “Shit. I don’t remember doing that.”

“I’m also guessing you don’t recall telling me how your mongrel friends, while rolling around on the floor earlier in the night, switched places, or how the violet haired mongrel, while wrestling with them, somehow picked the locks on the twins pets rings and switched them too.” Iason smirked.

“The main thing you took delight in, was you winning out little wager.” Iason leaned to side, kissing the base of Riki’s spine. “Now seems like a good time as any to discuss your prize.”

Riki stared warily at Iason. “Yea… That was one of the things we failed to go over when we maid the bet, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm.” Iason smiled.

Riki narrowed his eyes. “You knew from the start I would win, didn’t you?”

“The odds were in your favor, yes,” Iason answered.

“So?” Riki asked, raising a brow. “What did I win?”

Iason sat up, pulling Riki in his arms. Ignoring his mongrel’s groan of protest. “I was thinking of giving you a day pass to roam- by yourself- Midas for the day.”

Stilling, Riki was silent for a moment. “You’re letting me out of Eos?”

“Only for the day,” Iason reminded him. “From the time you leave Eos, I’ll give you two hours after sundown before you need to come back.”

The beginning of Riki’s smile faltered. “Why?” he asked suspiciously.

Iason chuckled. “Does there have to be a reason why?”

Riki snorted. “With you? Yea. You don’t do shit without a reason.”

“Well, since you are displeased. You don’t need-“

“Don’t be putting words in my mouth,” Riki said, cutting Iason off. “Getting out of this place, even for a day, is better than anything else you could give me.” Riki untangled himself from Iason’s arms.

“I don’t know what you’re planning that you need to get rid of me, but you know I’ll find out, don’t you?” Riki stated.

“I’m sure you will,” Iason said.

Riki smirked. “Yea well, as long as you know.” Grinning, Riki held his hand out to Iason. “So how about we clean ourselves up?”

oOoOoOo

   Groggy, V groaned. “Tastes like something crawled into my mouth and died…”

“With the amount of alcohol you consumed last night, it is amazing that is the only after effect you are experiencing.”

With a silly grin, V turned his head to the sexy calm tones of the person who spoke to him, and stretched. “Morning Orphe. You don’t sound as pissed as I thought you were going to be,” purred V, kicking the bedding off him, until he was only covered from the hips down, and scratching his bare belly.

Orphe, seated next to the bed, shrugged in a very non-Elite like way. “My temperament was not what one would consider pleasant when we returned home, and you did test me by drinking a fifthly year old bottle of extremely expensive wine, but by the end of the night you gave me something worth all the trouble you put me through.”

V tensed. “I did, did I?” Moving his limps under the covers. Finding no aches or pains which would suggest he and the Blondie engaged in any bed play, V relaxed… only to stiffen again.

“Wait…What did I give you to make you so damn happy?” V demanded.

Orphe chuckled. “These.” Holding out his gloved hand, Orphe showed Valen the three pairs of earrings on his palm, and his belly ring.

“You quite willingly imparted how you were able to remove your pet rings. You even showed me by removing the ring I placed on your finger before the party.” Orphe picked up on of the earrings, and held it up to his eyes. “Such crude little tools, yet brilliant in its deceptive design.”

V kept his face clear of any emotion. He didn’t like the fact he spilled the beans about the earrings, but, smugly, just by pressing his tongue up to the roof of his mouth, he felt the solid ball of the stud of his tongue stud. As long as he had that, he could still work his magic with ease. The Blondie probable let him keep it because of all the little lovely pleasures he’d given him with it.

“What else did I tell you?” V asked, wondering if his stupidity of indulging himself with all the free booze, he had told Orphe of his success in helping the twins swap places.

Orphe narrowed his eyes. “Is there more?”

“Nah.” V laughed. “Hell, I’m amazed you didn’t think to deflower me while I was all fucked up.”

“When I do claim you, you will be sober and aware of every second.” Orphe stood. Smoothing out the wrinkles on his coat. “By the way. I’ll be having a meeting with Sir Aisha and Sir Marcus later on tonight, so I will not be returning home for dinner.”

“W-why a-are-” V coughed in his hand to cover his slight stutter. “Why are you going to see them?”

Orphe paused to study the lovely mongrel. “To inform them of what you have done.” The nervousness of Valen had prompted Orphe to lie to the young man. The challenge now was how to trap him into speaking of his wrong doing without Valen discovering he knew not of what he had done.

However, he did have a clue. The smugness had wiped clean from Valen’s face the moment he mentioned his two Blondie brothers, whom also housed mongrels of their own. Could Valen’s unease be due to the blue haired boys?

“I can not in good graces allow them to be troubled due to you, and those twins, prank.” Ahh, so I guessed correctly, thought Orphe as his mongrel’s mannerism completely changed once he spoke of the blue haired mongrels. The widening of those spectacular violet eyes. The stiffening of Valen’s long strong bare limbs… It was a delicious sight to behold.

“Come on.” V laughed. “You’re not seriously thinking you’ll convince me your going to eat with your friends, just to apologize to them for the bit of wild fun the three of us had at the party, are you?”

“You and I both know that that is not what we will be discussing.” However, the way Valen was acting, maybe there was more than mischief the boys did last night that should be voiced to Marcus and Aisha.

“Is there any need to go out at all?” V smiled charmingly, shifting farther down on the bed, and lifting the edge the sheet. “Why don’t you just stay in? Stay and play with me.”

“Tempting. Very tempting,” Orphe said, turning towards the door. “But, sadly, I will have to decline your invitation.” Orphe paused long enough to look over his should and say, “Do not think you are completely “off the hook” for your other actions last night. You still have much to explain, especially the little scene with those pets you intimately engaged with. However, I have more important matters to deal with today, which happens to be cleaning up the mess you made before Marcus and Aisha seek retribution.”

Once again Orphe saw his words hit there mark when the mongrel flinched before he walked out of the room. Could the boy had… Orphe shook at the ridiculous thought that crossed his mind. He had had his eyes on Valen from the very second the mongrel left his side. There hadn’t been a minute the boy stepped out of his sight to have done what he was thinking.

Orphe chuckled. He was giving the mongrel far too much credit. Valen was talented, he wasn’t arguing the fact that he was. To be able to remove a pet ring was proof he was, but there was only so much a ‘natural born’ could do.

“Tate,” Orphe called out to his Furniture waiting with his coat in his hands. “Valen is not to leave the apartment. Do I make myself clear?”

“…Yes, Master Zavi…”

“I’ve noticed the both of you are not friendly, and Valen even has shown aggression towards you.” Which Orphe approved of. The last thing he needed was another Daryl incident on his hands. “Never the less, no matter intimidated you are by him, or how much he may threaten your well being. You are not to let him out of this apartment.”

Orphe gave Tate a stern look. “Valen is without a pet ring, so he is not capable of leaving, but I wouldn’t put it pass him if he tries. I am leaving it up to you to inform me the moment he makes a move towards the front door.”

Still… After leaving, Orphe hesitated in front of the elevator doors, and as they silently slide open for him, Orphe glanced back. He had chided to himself for giving the mongrel too much credit… but was it due to his arrogance, and belief that Valen’s low breeding made the mongrel incapable of accomplishing of escaping Eos, where others have never been able to before?

The young man had already succeeded once, and took three others with him when he infiltrated Eos. Valen has already proven to him, he couldn’t be collared by repeatedly breaking free of every pet ring he has put on him with his skills. What is to say he couldn’t do it again.

“I could lose him…” Uncomfortable with the unfamiliar emotion squeezing his heart or the startling fear which came with it, Orphe stepped into the elevator before the doors closed on him.

Orphe examined the fear which came over him. Turning it over continuously until it dissipated, and tucked it back into the farthest corner of his mind. He’d already set up a special pet ring, never before created, especially for his mongrel so he could never leave him. It was now just a matter of challenging himself so that the boy could not escape Eos.

A new sense of purpose filled Orphe as the metal doors opened, and he stride out determination measured in every step he took.

Naked, V paced within the large quarters of Orphe’s master suite. “He can’t know…” he whispered. “Yea, it’s impossible that he knows. If he did, then he would have said so. He’s just trying to trick me, right?”

Aggravated, V ran his hand though his tangled hair. “The fucker is just pulling me chain. Making me nuts as punishment for last night.” But what if he wasn’t? I can’t just step back and not warn the guys…

“Fuck…”

Orphe said he was meeting Aisha and Marcus tonight. He knew Fidget’s Blondie, Marcus, worked from home two days out of the week, but he didn’t know what days they were, and as for Aisha… Well, from what he understood, it seemed like the Blondie didn’t work at all, so he couldn’t just pop over to talk to Fidget, who was pretending to be Sky, but would be called Fidget by the Blondie because of a misunderstanding when they first arrived.

The whole switching places, but now being called by the correct name, but by the wrong Blondie shit of it all was getting fucking confusing. “I fucking told those little shit-heads this wasn’t going to work. Look, I’m even talking to myself, I’m so stressed out.”

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t going to rub it in their faces later, but first he had to find a way to get them back to their Blondies apartments, their correct Blondies. Crappy part is how he was going to do it? Due to his drunken stupidity, he had taken off his pet ring, and now didn’t have a way to get out of the apartment.

Orphe had taken all but one of his tools, and making more would take a lot of time, and special material one couldn’t just go to the grocery store to buy. He could pick the lock on the door, but again, without the right tools, it would take considerable amount of time, which he didn’t have.

“Finn!” V shouted. He couldn’t very well call the apartments of two very powerful Elites, but Furniture phone one another to talk about… servant stuff, right?

First thing he needed to do was find some damn close. He damn well remembered being fully clothed when they returned to the apartment, and yea, he remembered grabbing the bottle of wine… It was after popping the cork on that bad boy, that’s when his memory took a nose dive to blackouts-ville.

It was very possible he stripped, and danced around in the buff. He’d done it more times than he could count, and so was the fact he couldn’t find his cloths, but he there wasn’t a scrap of his new digs in the draws Orphe had cleared in his rooms for him to use. Seemed like the Blondie had removed all his clothing, probably thinking that would keep him in the room.

Orphe didn’t know him well enough yet to know something like nudity would stop him if he wanted out of somewhere.

“Finn you little fucker! Get your ass in here!” V shouted again. He would have left to find him, but the first thing he had done was try and leave only to find out the doors were locked. Again, Orphe didn’t know him very well… or he should say he didn’t know his Furniture very well.

“I’m s-sorry Violet… but I’ve been ordered not to let you out of the apartment, and I know you will if I let you out of Master Zavi’s bedroom…”

V laughed evilly. “You and I know I can get out of here if I want to.” Which was true, but with the state his hands were shaking from lack of food, and boozing all night long, getting out would give him a headache from focusing too long on one specific thing. That and he could not, not give Finn a hard time.

“Open the door and I’ll make sure your not blamed for anything I do today,” V said sweetly. “I swear to you, because if you force me to open this door myself… You know you’ll be kissing your peaceful days good-bye, don’t you?”

There was nothing but silence from the other side of the door that V thought Finn left, until he heard the lock on the door click, and the door slowly swung open. “That’s a good man. Now get me some pants.”

Pushing pass Finn, V, un-bashful in his nakedness, stride down the long hallway towards the kitchen. Swiping a pear from the fruit basket on the counter, V took a bite. “What’s taking you so long!”

“Please Violet…”

Finishing the fruit in four bites, V yanked the trousers out of Finn’s hands, smirking at the boy’s blush and how he kept his eyes from looking at his nudity. “Now I need you to call and see if Marcus and Aisha are home.”

“I-I can’t do that! I-if I w-were t-to call th-them, t-hen Mas-t-ter Zavi w-ell know, and-“

“Orphe isn’t here right now, I am,” said V, getting irritated by Finn’s stuttering. “I’m the one you have to worry about, not him.” V picked up another fruit, and shinned it on his pant leg. “Don’t worry Finn. I won’t let anything happen to you. I plan on having you around for a long time.”

V draped his arm around the thin shoulder’s go his fellow mongrel. “You just listen to every thing I say, and you’ll do just fine,” V cooed charmingly. “Now call those Blondies apartments, and see if their home, and after your done cook me some breakfast.”

“… Master Zavi said-“

“Again,” V said firmly. “Orphe isn’t here. I am, and what do you think will happen if you don’t listen to me?” V raised a brow in question at Finn. “You owe me Finn. You’ll continue to owe me for what you did to me in the past, until I’m satisfied.”

V turned the boy to the phone. “Now be a good chap and do as I’ve told you.” With a slap on the ass to get the boy going, V watched as Finn, trembling, make his calls. Problem was, how the hell was he going to get out the apartment?

He’d worked on the lock every chance he had, since he arrived and found himself imprisoned in his plush jail cell. It was one cherry he could not pop with the limited tools he had to work with. “You’d think they’d sure the same locking mechanisms with their pet rings,” muttered V.

“Umm… Sir Marcus Jayd is home, but Sir Aisha Rosen is not.”

“What did you say to them?” V asked, while he also thought of how he was going to get out to visit Fidget.

“I-I just called and asked if they were home. I s-said I was asked to confirm my master’s appointment with them…They weren’t suspicious of me at all…”

V smiled darkly. “Yea, your good at that aren’t you? That innocent voice of yours misleading others, making them think they can trust you.”

Thinking to torment Finn a little more, V opened his mouth to do so… but stopped when Finn nervously rubbed the back of his neck. His lips spreading into a wide grin, V took Finn by the shoulders. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

V laughed at how Finn blanched. Oh yea, this was going to work out perfectly. Massaging Finn’s tense muscles, V trailed his hand from the boy’s shoulder, down his arm to the thin Furniture bracelet encircling Finn’s wrist.

Bringing the boy’s hand up, V kissed the plain jewelry. “Now this will hurt, but it will save you from Orphe’s wrath.”

“Huh?”

V backed up a couple steps. “Sleep time Finn, my boy.” Drawing back his fist, V chuckled when Finn ducked his head down into his shoulders, and squeezed his eyes tightly closed. “So cute,” V said just as he brought his fist down on the other mongrel’s chin, knocking him out cold.

“I probably could have just tied you up.” V snickered as Finn crumbled to the floor. “Ah well. Live and learn, right?” Taking out the stub pierced in his tongue, V plopped down next to the sleeping mongrel, and took his wrist.

“Lets see how much of a challenge you’ll give me sweetheart,” V said to the bracelet. Orphe’s appointment wasn’t for hours yet, but thinking on how long it would take him to get the twins back to where they belonged, after fighting to separate them the moment they saw one another again…

“I’ll be lucky if I get away with this,” V grumbled to himself as the bracelet fell free from Finn’s wrist. But as long as he didn’t fuck around, and only did what he had to do. He should be completely fine…

TBC….
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