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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: 57 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

Biting his lip, Katze moaned in sweet pleasure as Raoul filled him from behind. Griping the hands interlaced with his, he turned his head to gaze behind his shoulder, taking in the seductive sight of Raoul passionate expression.

Last night, sitting next to Riki, he had been subjected to the delightful scent that emitted from Lilly’s body, and the husky tones for Jade’s voice. His curiosity outweighing his sense of caution, Katze had made sure he was in the line of fire to what the two boys were doing to Riki… and he didn’t regret it.

The way the tension melted away from his shoulders. The peacefulness that came over him. Katze had never felt so relaxed in his whole life. There was no doubt Lilly and Jade were the humans of a different species Jupiter had been seeking, as there was also no doubt so was he.

Besides her Elites, Jupiter wasn’t an entitle in which one would ever consider forgiving, and for his crimes of protecting Guy, setting him free when he thought it was Riki’s last wishes, he should have been executed. However, she had stopped it. Giving him instead to Raoul.

Yet… There was still the mystery of why she so determined to hid them from Iason, or the rest of her Elite know about them. Riki was the key, Katze knew dark mongrel was. He knew somewhere deep inside Iason also knew that Riki was their way into discovering all Jupiter’s hidden secrets, but even though he was a perfect being, Iason could very well be blocking this answer from surfacing.

No matter how brilliant Iason was, he still an Elite, and Riki was a mongrel. For two hundred years the Elite race has looked down upon mongrels and uneducated, hairless apes they were forced to breathe the same air with. The undying affection Iason felt towards Riki, even he wouldn’t want to find out his lover was so all important that his creator would kill to have him, maybe even to the point she would kill him, her most beloved child, to keep a firm hold onto Riki. To fully acknowledge such a thing could unravel the foundation Iason stood upon. Not that it wasn’t unraveling already.

And Katze knew Iason, been under his thumb for seventeen years. If Iason knew without a ouch of doubt Jupiter was thinking along those lines… There would be a war… He only hoped Iason would keep denying to himself that Riki was more than just special only to him.

Even with the blood work Iason was having Raoul do in secret, the information he was working on obtaining with every skill and trick he knew to uncover the truth surrounding Riki, hadn’t fully opened Iason’s eyes, which was good. Someone as powerful as Iason… Katze had to make sure the door wasn’t thrown open to Iason about Riki. There’s no telling what Iason might do, or for that matter, what Riki would do.

“Your fading from me Katze,” whispered Raoul. Kissing the side of Katze’s neck. Before he would have been insulted by the very fact his red-head’s mind would be on anything else but him, but after the night they went through, and the amount of attention Katze gave him… Raoul shuddered at the memory.

Katze’s talents didn’t just lay in computers, Raoul grinned.

“I may be thinking of something, but I know exactly where I am, and what I’m doing,” said Katze, raising his hips up, and pressed back. Swallowing back the moan at the pleasure that little move gave him, Katze licked his lips and smiled over his shoulder. “Then again, you must be tired if you can’t keep me from think of other things besides you.”

Katze wondered if his expression was just at startled as Raoul’s at his seductive tone. It was completely unlike him, but so was what he did to Raoul last night. Whatever it was that Lilly and Jade did to Riki, and him, it must still be in his system. It was the only thing Katze could think of to as to why he was talking like this.

The party, like every party an Elite throws, starts at five. However, the towers of perfection didn’t actually arrive until seven, and for those who entered “fashionably late”, they show up at eight. By the time Riki’s crew of mongrels, and Riki himself, went wild it had been well past midnight. Sir Gabriel had been the first to drag the extremely drunk Niko out of the club first. Followed by Sir Orphe.

The two who Katze, even in the state he was in, had though it strange the way the twin mongrels smiled sneakily at one another before departing with their Blondies. Sir Gideon had stayed with the meek little Jade, conversing with Raoul, but Katze wondered if it was also to keep an eye on Iason’s back, not that their feared leader needed it.

Mikhale hadn’t been too pleased with Iason when they both stepped up onto the stage, and Mikhale had pulled Lilly out of Riki’s arms. Katze wouldn’t be surprised if Riki would be allowed to leave their penthouse apartment for his misconduct. There was also no telling what punishment was in store for Lilly, since he hadn’t tried to pull away from Riki.

“Your leaving me again, Katze.” Raoul withdrew from the heat of Katze’s body, and turned his mongrel onto his back. Spreading Katze’s legs wide, Raoul sank between them, and back into him. “Think of only me right now Katze.”

“All I do is think about you.” Heat filled Katze’s face even before he finished saying the last word of what one could definitely call a love confession. To cover him embarrassment, Katze cupped Raoul’s head down to his, kissing him so the Blondie couldn’t respond.

It was amazing what a few uttered words could do, thought Raoul as he took over the pace of the kiss. Slanting his mouth over Katze’s possessively as he began to move slowly within him. Relishing in the sweet tightening of Katze clenching around his harden length, while he trailed his hand down between their straining bodies to grasp Katze’s rigid, hot flesh, into his hand.

Unwilling to release Katze’s lips from his ravishment, Raoul trapped his mongrel from trying to twist away from him by curling his arm around Katze’s head, and continued thrusting almost violently, as deep as he could go, never wanting the connection they shared to end.

However, all too soon Katze cried out, and Raoul growled deep in his throat at the arousing stinging sensation of Katze dug his nails into his backside, forcing a sharp cry from him as he poured his essence into the tight embrace of his lover’s body. Only then did Raoul finally lift his head, giving Katze’s swollen lips one last light, loving, kiss.

Raoul stayed between Katze’s smooth thighs, savoring in the quivering of his bewitching mongrels long legs entangled in his own. Keeping himself firmly joined in Katze, Raoul braced himself up so he could place his hand on Katze’s heaving, sweat dewed, chest. Closing his eyes in bliss at the rapid thumbing under his palm, then reached down and grabbed Katze’s hand to place it over his heart.

Dazed amber eyes searched his. “This is how I am every minute of every day. All I have to do is look at you, and my heart races,” Raoul whispered huskily. “No words will ever come close to describing the emotion that over comes me, because of you. I can only thank what ever higher power that sent me down the path which lead me to you. I’ve been blessed to have you in my life.”

Raoul placed his finger tips on Katze’s lips to silence him before he could speak. “Whether you realize it or not, you have given me more than you will ever know by the words you whispered to me a few moments ago. You need not say anything else.”

And so Katze didn’t. Instead, he drew Raoul back down upon him, chest to chest, and just held him. All his thoughts pushed to the side, concentrating only the man in his arms.

oOoOoOo

Tapping his pen on his desk, Marcus stared at his office door. For the past four hours he’d been expecting Keita to rush in to interrupt him, but not once had the mongrel done so.

Could the boy be sulking from him ordering him to his room last night?Thought Marcus. His anger at the boy hadn’t been too great. In fact, his mongrel had been exceptionally well behaved. That in itself had been a miracle to Marcus. From the view at his table with the rest of the Blondies, Keita seemed to have been the calmer of the two twins. Although it did seem to him that the boy did encourage his brother to be outrageous and wild…

Marcus frowned.

Why hasn’t Keita barged into his office yet?

“The boy couldn’t be seriously giving me those two days of peace and quiet, like he told me he would gift me with?”

Marcus continued to irritably tap his pen on top of the file of reports he should have been working on. The moment they returned to the apartment, he had immediately scolded the boy, and sent the grinning imp to his room. Yes, he had been annoyed with the boy, and maybe that was the reason why he didn’t think twice when Keita hadn’t followed after him when he stalked to his bedroom.

The damn mongrel never listened to him. Not from the very first moment he’d met him, shirtless, in Midas. And yet, not only last night did he skip off to his room as he had been ordered to, but this morning at the breakfast table, the boy ate. Keita always ate when he was with him, but the first thing Marcus noticed was that the mongrel had been almost finished with his morning meal by the time he arrived.

One of the greatest hardships Marcus had with the boy was the lack of nourishment he consumed, if not prompted forcefully. However, he had pushed his suspicions thoughts aside, with the belief that the boy’s appetite had returned because he had seen his brother… but… There were other things Marcus began noticing. To the point he’d brushing those soft blue hair tipped with silver edges, off of Keita’s face, making sure the loveable imperfection dotted below his right eye was there.

The beauty mark was there…. Yet, Marcus couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He’d even foolishly tested Keita, asking him questions- embarrassing questions, about the intimate things they’d done to one another, but the mongrel answered them all without hesitation.

The impish grin was the same. The mischievous glint was there in those storm grey eyes. There was nothing that would suggest there was a problem. Never the less, the nagging sense he was sharing space with a stranger wouldn’t leave. Again, the suspicions he had pushed aside came rushing back.

It was the small things, which started adding up. Keita always had this sneaky smile with he called him by his other name, Sky, but now when he called out to him, that wicked little smile was no longer present. There was also the matter of when Keita spoke to Simon. The boy’s voice deepened when speaking to his Furniture.

Had Keita’s voice always been deep, and only to him he lightened it? Marcus furrowed his brows in frustration. The mongrel and he were still getting acquainted with one another. Yet, the short amount of time they’d been together, Marcus thought he had learned a great amount about the boy. Yes, there were things he knew Keita was hiding from him. It was only natural for the mongrel to protect himself, and keep things of himself, to himself. He didn’t like it, but besides beating the information out of the boy, there was nothing he could do.

Even so… It wasn’t just Keita’s voice. There was saw also the small movements the boy made. How he held his glass close to the bottom, and not from the top like he normally did, or how his laughter wasn’t quite the same pitch. Small little things, not just the fact Keita didn’t really seem like he wanted to near him…

Every morning, no matter what mood he was in, the wild little mongrel would come bouncing up to him, jumping in his arms, forcing a kiss on his lips. This morning Keita came running up to him like he always did, but unlike all the other mornings that had come before, for the first time, his mongrel hadn’t leaped into his arms. Only brightly grinned at him and loudly asked if he had a good nights sleep.

The slight differences of how he tilted his head, walked, talked, ate… it couldn’t just be because he’d seen his brother last night.

Marcus threw his pen down, then chided himself when the ink from his fountain pen erupted, spraying it’s black dye across his blue prints. Standing, Marcus quickly grabbed a hand full of tissues in his top desk drawer, tenderly blotting at the plans.

Sighing, Marcus stride out of his office with the blue prints. Luckily there were more than one copy back at his office, and the addition Keita made wasn’t ruined by his shameful lack of control.

“Marcus!”

I’m mistaken, thought Marcus. Something was off with Keita, and his mistake was that he was allowing his eyes to fool his mind. It was there in the way the mongrel looked at him. Like the boy was studying him. Watching every move he made, and every word he said… Almost as if he was waiting for him to error in some way so he could pass judgment.

“Look! Look what Simon got for me! Candy!”

Marcus smiled coldly at the bag Keita waved at him. His mongrel didn’t eat sweets, but there was one mongrel he knew of that did. Still, the thought that Keita would trick him this way. Leave him. If his suspicions proved to be true, then Keita would have a lot to answer for.

He needed to absolutely sure though. So far the boy, who could or could not be his mongrel, knew everything there was to know about him and the time they’ve spent together.

“What’cha do’n? Did you miss me? You know, if you come out. That means you forfeit our deal, and I can come bug you.”

His mongrel would have already had his arms wrapped around his waist. Marcus held up the ruined plans. “An accident occurred, in which I will have to leave to go to my office at JupiterTower.”

“Oh! What kind of accident? I’m real good with an eraser. Maybe I can help?”

Marcus’s cutting retort faded before they formed, and breathed past his lips. Instead he smiled. “Your assistance would be helpful, if it saves me from wasting my time, and trip to JupiterTower.” Marcus walked forward, and spread the thin paper across the table Keita sat at.

“Wow, you really messed this up. But at least the part I added wasn’t.”

Marcus kept a straight face. “It was fortunate.” Keita had told him he’d never said a word to his twin about exploring the tunnels in Ceres. Was he wrong? No. He’s an Elite, and Elites were never wrong.

He’s instincts were telling him he had the wrong mongrel, it didn’t matter what truths came out of the boy’s mouth, saying otherwise.

“This shouldn’t be too hard to fix here. Stay here with me, and lets work on it together.”

Was he trying to keep him from leaving? If he brought back a fresh set of prints, the boy had to know he’d want him to redraw the tunnels. Was that the reason he suggested they work on it at home? Because he knew he couldn’t do it? He had to push him in a different way so not to show he wasn’t on to him. “How about I put this on the side, and we just spend the day in bed?”

“Oh! So you’re finally crumbling to my charms, are ya?”

Marcus laughed, removing the hand the mongrel placed on his chest. Blinking, Marcus held Keita’s hand. Rubbing his thumb on the back of the boy’s hand. The feel of the mongrel’s skin wasn’t the same… Keita’s skin was softer, smoother…

Testing further, Marcus tipped the mongrel’s chin up and leaned down, placing a light kiss on those up turned lips. Lifting his head, Marcus dropped the strange mongrel’s hand and took a step back. “How did you do it?” Marcus demanded darkly.

“What are you talking about? Your acting so weird today.”

“Do not insult my intelligence further!” Marcus hissed. The feathered kiss was all answer he needed to know that the mongrel standing in front of him was Keita’s twin, and it wasn’t just because the boy didn’t stick his tongue in his mouth or immediately begin molesting him.

“Are you not feeling well? Simon! Marco is sick!”

“So your going to keep up your act no matter what, are you?” There wasn’t much he could do if the boy continued. The fake Keita was wearing the pet armband he personally placed on his bicep. If he were to try and confirm his suspicions with the Ruby Elite, Michael, he would become a laughing stock. Elites would whisper of how he’d been fooled by a mere mongrel.

Knowing how intelligent mongrels were, and suffering in silence from the wild acts of his mongrel in the privacy of his own home was one thing. It was another entirely to let the whole community know. Discovering the mongrel standing before him, wasn’t his. Marcus’s plan to trick the boy into stumbling, flew out the window. He wanted his mongrel back, but he had to force the boy to admit who he really was.

“You really aren’t yourself today,” Sky said, continuing to look worried. He didn’t know how the Blondie fingered him so quickly. Once he and his brother switched places, no one could tell the difference. With the exception of Riki and Violet. If he didn’t thread carefully, Keita would be in big trouble due to any mistakes he’d made which lead to Marcus finding out he wasn’t his twin. He could still make this work as long as he didn’t lose his cool.

“Maybe I should call Aisha, and bring my true mongrel here so we can discuss it?” Marcus threatened.

“Wonderful!” Sky cried, jumping up and down, clapping. “I wanna see my brother!” He only needed to keep it up until Marcus went to the meeting Orphe’s Furniture called to confirm about, and then he would be able to leave to find V and switch back with his brother.



Growling, Marcus grabbed the boy and shook him. “How did you do it?” he’d been watching Keita from the moment he stepped away from him. The only time the two spoke seriously was… “That’s it,” whispered Marcus, pushing the mongrel away from him. “It was when you were reunited.” The twins had held onto one another, whispering to each other for a long stretch of time. Which meant they had planned all along to trade places. From the identical clothing, and hairstyle… it hadn’t been a spur of the moment thing.

But how were they able to remove their pet rings to wear each others?

“Huh?” Sky scratched his head, pretending to be confused, all the while cursing in his head. He’d already been greatly annoyed about the vast amount of information Keita had given to the Blondie, things like the tunnels not even he had known about. To think his brother kept such a dangerous secret like playing deep in those deadly tunnels to himself. He also didn’t like how intimately close the Blondie was getting to his brother. If they were just having sex it wouldn’t have been a problem, but there was no meaningless happy bed play between the two.

The Blondie was trying to worm his way into his twins heart, and Sky didn’t like that one bit.

“Maybe we should call that one hot Ruby who gave me the shot in my bum. Maybe if he gave you a shot too, then you’ll start feeling like yourself.” Sky smiled at the Blondie. There was nothing about the Elite he didn’t know. His beloved twin, and he, had told one another everything, so if Marcus thought he could trip him into revealing himself, then he was dead wrong.

His mongrel was a cocky little thing, but this boy in front of him… There was a hint of cruelty in the depths of those dark gray eyes, and in the way he smiled. How Aisha could believe this boy was a gentle, meek, soul was beyond Marcus. This twisted steel he was witnessing in the boy’s gaze… His Keita didn’t have.

His Keita…

Maybe the brothers didn’t tell each other everything, Marcus thought. Remembering what the tall violet haired mongrel said in the elevators, before they went to the party. Smugly grinning at the irritating mongrel, Marcus said, “Maybe your right, and I should see the Ruby, Keita.”

Right there. The murderous glare the mongrel gave him made Marcus grin wider. “I could just be tired Keita, and be mistaken. Seeing you, Keita, and your twin together has made me doubt myself. Never the less, Keita-“

“Stop calling my brother by his name! It’s not for you to use!” Sky thundered. The amount of rage coursing through his veins, loosened his tongue in admitting he wasn’t who he was pretending to be. “Never, ever call my brother by his given name. That’s mine to use! Not for you! It’s mine!”

They’d had everything taken away from them in Guardian. Their true identity was all they had been left with, and damn if Sky would share it with this person.

“Temper, temper,” Marcus sneered. “This little game the both of you’ve been playing is now over.” Marcus grabbed the mongrel’s upper arm. “Time for you to go back to where you belong.”

oOoOoOo

Fidget stoically studied the mongrel Furniture puttering around in the living room, from the chair he sat on. Holding back a sigh of boredom. He had expected the Furniture, Cole, to give him some sort of entertainment from the way his twin described him.

Yet… from the time he came home to Aisha’s apartment last night, till the moment he’d woken up, the Furniture was nothing but polite to him. “Sky must have really inserted his dominance with his guy…” Fidget mumbled.

“Did you say something, Sir Fidget?”

Fidget arrogantly raised his brows at the servant the way he knew his brother did. “Did you hear me say something?”

“Yes…”

“Then I guess did, didn’t I?” Fidget said, sighed in aspiration at the Furniture. He didn’t like being mean, but his brother was right when he explained how the superior attitude the secret mongrel tried to lord over Sky with, needed to be kept in check at all times.

Still… Cole had been nothing but nice to him. He might get in trouble, but would it be so wrong if he talked to him, whether than being an ass? He was curious about Cole. Hesitating for the briefest of moments, Fidget stood and set after the Furniture who disappeared towards the kitchen area.

Controlling the need to run after him, Fidget walked in slow, almost lazy like, steps. Imitating his brother’s “I have all the frick’n time in the world” stride to perfection. Fidget found it irritating. Unlike his twin, he thought on his feet, when he was on the move, and he liked to move fast. Keito thought deepest when he was still. Not that they both couldn’t think when they weren’t moving or standing in place, but they just had their own way.

“Cole,” Fidget coldly called out. Frowning when the mongrel flinched at his tone. Leaning against the countertop, Fidget plucked a buttered pea from the bowl in the Furniture’s hand, popping it in his mouth.

“Tell me Cole. Why did you decide to turn your back our kind? What? Did you think you were better than the rest of us?” Fidget hated how he had to twist his words, making them cruel. Hurting when he saw the Furniture tremble. Wow, his brother must have done a real brain fuck on the poor guy if he was….

Fidget tilted his head to the side in question, as the Furniture looked from the bowl in his hands to him repeatedly. “What?” demanded Fidget.

“Y-you… You ate a pea…”

Ah oh, thought Fidget. He loved peas. Keito didn’t. If there were peas on his twins plate, then he’d been the one to always gobble them up… “So?” sneered Fidget. “What? I can’t change my mind when I wanna?”

“N-no… of course not…”

“You gonna answer my question or not?” Fidget said, hoping to get Cole’s attention off of the damn peas. The last thing he wanted was to get caught, and be lectured by Keito for his mess up. In truth, they never had to be so careful about pretending to be one another in a long time, so Fidget knew his skills were a little rusty, unlike his twin.

“Um… My reasons to become a servant of an Elite were fairly simple ones…”

“Oh yea?” Fidget crossed his arms over his chest. “And what reasons were those?”

“I really don’t-“

“I don’t two shakes of a rats ass what you think. Just answer the damn question,” Fidget softly, dangerously, said. A little proud on how he pulled off the threatening tone, just like his brother. After so long, he was getting a whole lot better at mimicking Keito.

“Ahh… well, when I was ten, I pass the exams they make all of us take.”

Fidget knew exactly what tests Cole was talking about. He had failed, but Keito had passed. And so came the- Fidget turned his head away from Cole, trying to calm his mind to better block out the bad memories. “Con-“ Fidget coughed in his fist to hide how his voice cracked.

“Continue,” Fidget said in a stronger, firmer tone.

“Yes… As I was saying, I passed the tests. Then, they gave me a choice of being allowed to go free or being accepted into society as a servant to the most powerful men on our world. The Amoian Elites…”

Keito hadn’t been given a choice, thought Fidget, frowning. “Why would you pick being a servant over freedom?”

“They showed me what kind of freedom I would be getting. They showed me Ceres, and what I would be expecting.”

"Yea? So? We were shown Ceres too, and it fucking looked kick ass," Fidget huffed. "Not having adults telling us what to do. Doing anything we wanted, whenever we wanted. yea, sure there were a few drawbacks, but I'd pick potentially getting shanked in the back, or getting my ass forcefully tapped, then spending my time ironing some pricks underwear for the rest of my life."

“I don’t have that kind of strength… I was scared…”

Fidget could see he was making the Furniture suspicious of him by continuing to talk to him. Keito had warned him not to get friendly with Cole, and he wasn’t!... But he was curious about him. His brother couldn’t get mad at him for gathering intel from the guy.

He was bored as hell, and Cole was the only source of entertainment he had, and even that was boring. Sky’s Blondie wasn’t as fun as all the whispers said he was. Sure, his ass still hurt from the ‘light’ slaps to the ass, his punishment for the trouble he caused at the party. Nothing he hadn’t already knew was going to happen, but that was it.

The Blondie told him his uncharacteristic acts were all due to the influence of… well, of him. Then Aisha had him lay his head on his lap, and talked about how he knew Keito was still mad at him about not wanting to let his brother see him while petting his head… How his brother could put up with such a yawn fest of a Blondie was beyond him. Aisha was all sticky sweet, then again, his twin liked sweets, so maybe that’s why he was pretending to be victimy.

By the time Aisha carried him to his brother’s room, and kissed his forehead, wishing him a good night, Fidget had been so happy he would have grabbed the Blondie, and kissed him back for finally leaving him alone. Thank god his Blondie wasn’t like Aisha.

Opening his mouth, Fidget was about to ask another question when the door bell rang, and the Furniture, relieved, excused himself to run off and answer it.

“Fidget, you little shit! Where are you!”

Sliding the bowl of peas Cole placed on the countertop to him, Fidget popped a few of the buttery green goodness in his mouth.

“Where the hell are you Fidget!”

“I’m in here,” Fidget whispered, giggling. Was it already time to go back to Marcus’s place? Nah, the switch shouldn’t be until tonight. He had finished eating breakfast only a couple hours ago, so why was V here?

“Fucker!”

“…Hello Valen,” Fidget said in the clam way his brother always talked in. “I thought our appointment to met would be… later, or are you coming to tell me I won the bet?”

“Please, mother fucker. Like I would lose to you.”

“And you think I will lose to you?” Fidget lifted his chin. “You no not who you speak to.” Fidget fought back the urge to grin at V’s pissed expression.

“…Just to let you know. You’ve interrupted me while I was having an enlightening conversation with-“

“They fucking know!” V hissed at him.

Fidget’s eyes widened. “They know its my birthday?”

“NO! They know you and- wait… it’s your birthday dude?”

“I don’t think so.” Fidget grinned. “Then again I don’t know what day or month it is, so it could be.”

“Sir Fidget?”

Sobering, Fidget glared at V for him to keep his mouth shut before turning to Cole. “Make yourself scarce for a few minutes Cole.”

“But Sir-“

“Go!” Fidget hissed. Stabbing his finger into the air for the Furniture to leave.

“Freaky, dude.”

Fidget shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “The time I’ve spent here has really upped my acting skills.”

“Sky isn’t that harsh though. He’s more like… “I set the coffee table on fire…but the pitcher of water, from where I’m laying down, is too far away, so I can’t put it out”.”

“Yea, but to here he’s, “I’m an asshole who’ll kick your ass if you step out of line”, so I can’t sleep, and lazy about all day like I normally would have.” With the Furniture gone, Fidget grabbed the serving spoon, and began helping himself to all the peas he wanted. Stuffing his mouth until his cheeks puffed out.

“So what ya do’n here?” Fidget said.

“Sick, dude. Don’t talk with your fucking mouth full.”

“However, Fidget does bring up an interesting question. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company? And without your master present?”

Dropping the spoon, Fidget swallowed. “Master Aisha,” Fidget demurely whispered, walking up to the Blondie. “… I thought you had left for the day…”

Aisha smiled down at his mongrel, tucking a lovely strand of blue hair behind the boy’s shell like ear. “I left behind my day planner, and needed to return for it,” Aisha said, delighting in the sweet smile the mongrel gifted him with. “I was also concerned for you. You hardly ate this morning, and wanted to be sure you were feeling alright.”

“Oh…”

“So now.” Aisha turned back to the tall violet haired mongrel. “Would you explain why you are here?”

“Ahh… I scheduled a play date with Fidget.”

Aisha arched an elegant brow at the mongrel’s weak reply. “A ‘play date’?”

“Uh huh,” Fidget readily agreed, nodding his head vigorously. “It’s lonely without you here… so I called Valen to come over.”

Aisha studied the tall mongrel, mindful of how nervous his little pet was. “If what you say is true, then what was all your talk of acting? Of how your brother behaves?”

Fidget slid a glance over to V. “… It was just talk. I love my brother, and speaking of him makes me feel at ease…”

“It seems that I’m interrupting. I thought to give Fidget some company, maybe talk about some stuff. I was a little worried about him, because of the troublesome things we did. But from the looks of things here it seems like I didn’t have to worry at all. So I’ll just take my leave.”

Looks like he didn’t have to worry? Fidget bit his lip. V had said “They knew”, was he talking about Marcus and Aisha knowing he and Keito changed places with one another? Well duh, that’s the only thing he could have meant.

Fidget peeked up at the Blondie.

Nah, he can’t know, thought Fidget. If the Blondie knew, then he wouldn’t be so calm or smiling so sincerely at him. Plus, if Marcus knew of the trick he played, he knew his prickly, sexy Blondie would have busted down Keito’s Elite’s door, demanding to get him back, because he knew Marcus liked him no matter how much he complained.

“Now that you’re here, there’s no reason for you to stay,” Fidget said stepping away from Aisha to grab V by the arm. Tugging him towards the door. The last thing needed was for Aisha to start questioning V’s lies, and go seeking for answers.

“Wait one second.”

Fidget and V froze.

“Valen. Is that a Furniture identification bracelet around your wrist?”

Fidget gulped at Aisha’s cold tone.

“I think we need to have a little talk with your friend Fidget.”



oOoOoOo

Scowling, Orphe stepped out of the elevator to his floor. He’d been half way to his office when a thought suddenly occurred to him. His mongrel was five feet, ten inches tall. Weighing in at almost a hundred and sixty pounds of lean muscle, and while he did not have a pet ring to leave the apartment, Tate had his Furniture bracelet. He wouldn’t put it pass Valen to bully Tate into allowing him to leave.

Striding to his apartment, Orphe entered, calling out to Valen the second the door closed behind him, storming into the living room, and looking around. There was no one here. Cursing under his breath when not even Tate came to his bellow, Orphe turned to leave, determine to have his security staff begin hunting when he heard moaning coming from behind the sofa.

Walking around, Orphe stared down at his Furniture. “Tate!” Orphe snapped. “Where did he go?” Orphe was more angered at himself, and foolishly believing his hundred and fifteen pound, five foot two inched Furniture stood a chance against Valen, than at the boy himself.

There was no forgetting that Valen was a mongrel, but found he didn’t fully treat him as such. Orphe treated him like a pet, and underestimated his tall violet haired mongrel yet again by leaving him alone while knowing full well how capable he was in finding ways of escaping places with locks.

It has been only a week and he was already at his wits end with the boy.

Still… The headaches Valen loved to gift him with… The excitement the mongrel filled him with, with each new day… Was this feeling within him the same that Iason felt for Riki?

“Get up Tate. Where did Valen go?” Orphe felt a moment of sympathy for his Furniture. The swelling on the poor boy’s face showed him Valen didn’t pull his punch.

“Master…. I…I’m sorry…. Sorry…”

“Never mind about that,” Orphe said, cutting off his servant’s whimpers of apologies. “Do you know where he went?”

Orphe waited impatiently as Tate struggled to sit up.

“I do not… B-but, Vi- Valen had me call Sir Marcus and Sir Aisha’s household to see if they were in…”

Orphe lips twisted into a smile. So he had be correct. The two blue haired mongrels did trade places, and his mongrel had been the one to help them accomplish that feat.

“Clean yourself up,” Orphe said over his shoulder as he turned to leave. Exiting his apartment he made way to Marcus’s residence first, since it was the closest. Just as he was about to ring the bell, the door slammed open, and the first thing he saw was his fellow Blondie’s enraged face.

“Good evening to you Marcus.” Orphe glanced behind the Blondie to see the same expression Marcus wore on the mongrel behind him. “I see you’ve discovered the same thing I have.”

“Just as I know it was your mongrel who made it possible for them to do it, Orphe,” Marcus growled.

Orphe nodded. “Rightly so. Valen, against my orders, has set out to warn them. From the looks of it, he is at Aisha’s apartment. Would you care to join me in retrieving what is rightfully ours?”

“Yes. I have something to also return.” Marcus pulled Keita’s brother in front of him. Glaring at the boy when he snapped his teeth at him. What part of this mongrel did Aisha believe to be sweet, and innocent? This boy had completely pulled the wool over his brother’s eyes.

The three of them, in silence, made their way to Aisha’s apartment. At their arrival, Marcus forced Keito’s twin, Sky, to ring the doorbell. The door was almost instantly opened by Aisha’s handsome Furniture, who’s eyes widened at the sight of them, and almost impossibly wider then his gaze fell upon the angered mongrel.

“Move out of the way Cole,” Sky darkly said, pushing pass the Furniture.

“Didn’t Aisha say his mongrel was the gentlest soul he’d ever seen before?” Orphe asked Marcus as they entered.

“I’m sure, just as we have, he’s seen that our mongrels were not as we believed. In Aisha’s case, nothing of what he thought have been shown to be true.” The point in which Marcus needed to see was if, once seeing the boy had played him for a fool, would Aisha still accept him? Marcus didn’t want to have to house the mongrel and fight him for Keita’s affection. Something he did not think he would win if such a thing were to come to pass.

"Orphe. Just the Elite I was about to call. Marcus... What brings you here, and with your pet?"

Marcus glowered at the sight of his mongrel sitting on his Blondie friend's lap. "It is not my pet in which I have brought Aisha, but yours." Marcus crocked his finger at Keita. "Come to me now."

"What's going on?"

Orphe left the explanations to Marcus. His focus was only on Valen, who stared back at him without an ounce of fear. Something he had to correct once they were alone. These mongrels too wild, and one needed to keep a tight rein on them before they got themselves into serious trouble.

“They tricked us Aisha. At the party they changed places with one another. I took your mongrel home, and you took mine. Orphe’s mongrel,” Marcus glared at the violet haired boy, who grinned back at and gave him a wink, “used his talents we already knew about, and removed their pet rings, allowing them to switch.”

“Meaning I went home to with the Blondie my twin is staying with, and he went with you,” Sky softly said, smiling. “Sadly, Marcus didn’t stay in his office as my brother tried to make him do, to cut the possibility of discovery down.” Sky could see by the shocked expression on his Blondie’s face, that he hadn’t realized the mongrel he had on his lap was not him. Not that Sky ever thought Aisha would suspect Keita wasn’t him. Never had he shown the Blondie who he really was.

“… You did what!?”

Fidget looked from his brother, to Aisha, and broke out into sobs. “He spanked me,” Fidget cried.

Orphe saw Valen roll his eyes, and walked up to him, sitting next to him. “Don’t think that just because of the little drama unfolding, you are in the clear,” Orphe whispered in Valen’s ear. “Before I came back to the apartment to make sure you were behaving, I got a call your new pet ring was in transit to Eos, and I’ve made a call to Sir Michael to met us at my apartment to help place it on you.”

Orphe met the mongrel’s brilliant violet eyes, and smiled at rebellious light within them. “There will be no getting out of this one,” Orphe quietly boasted for the mongrel’s ears alone to hear.

“We’ll see,” V whispered back, turning back to see how Fidget would handle the situation from his little announcement.

Fidget slid out of Aisha’s lap and ran to Marcus, sniffling. “He touched my naughty spot.”

“I most certainly did not!”

Marcus sighed. “You call every spot on your body your “Naughty Spot”, so do not try and change the subject. You made a deal with me, to give me peace and quiet, only so I wouldn’t notice you weren’t the one I brought home last night!”

“It was only because we were worried that the other might be getting mistreated…” Fidget mumbled. “We didn’t mean any harm…”

“You must have known we would do it some time or another,” Sky said, going over to sit in a chair next to Aisha, crossing his legs. “Or did you seriously believe we would just hang back without checking to see how the other was being treated?”

“Ha, ha. Talk about an epic fail.” V slapped his knee. “I said it wasn’t going to work. I said it how many times, but did you listen to me? Noo. Now look at you both. Fucked worse than I am.”

“His name isn’t Valen,” both Sky and Fidget said to Orphe, together.

“Excuse me?!” Orphe growled.

“Y-you traitorous bastards!” V shouted.

“…Misery loves company, dude.” Sky shrugged.

“Yea? Well, his name isn’t Sky, it’s Fidget, and the one you think is Fidget is actually Sky.”

“Damn it Keita!”

“Stop calling him that!” Sky growled between clenched teeth.

Fidget ran to calm his brother down, only to get yanked away by Marcus.

“Awe, baby. You can’t be mad about that can you?” Fidget cooed to his outraged Blondie, hugging him. “If you think back, it was you and Aisha who called us by the wrong names.”

“Which you failed to correct!” Marcus hissed.

“Why would we do that?” Sky softly said, crossing his arms across his chest. “We’re not the ones who made the mistake, you were.” Sky lifted his chin at Aisha. The Blondie had been mostly silent from the moment Marcus had barged into the apartment, announcing how he and Keita had switched places. “But from the way you were holding my brother, you didn’t know the difference at all did you?”

“K- um… Sky… I don’t think…” Fidget nibbled his lip, and looked to V for help. His brother was angry…really angry. Could it have been because he’d been so intimately cuddled on Aisha’s lap that made him so?

“Dude, now’s not the time to be poke’n the bees hive…” V mumbled.

“And it this is where we’ll be taking our leave,” Orphe announced, pulling mongrel up. “You have your problems that we’ll be addressing. What Aisha and his pet do after they leave is their business, not ours. Come now or I will carry you out,” Orphe threateningly whispered.

“I’m fucking moving aren’t I?” V gave one last look to Fidget, and the stone faced Sky before making his way to the door with Orphe following closely on his heels.

“Us to.” Marcus didn’t give his mongrel the option to walk out or be carried out like Orphe gave his mongrel, but wrapped an arm around the boy, covering his protecting mouth as he carted him away.

Finally left alone, Aisha stared at the confident mongrel who arched a finely shaped brow back at him. “So everything you’ve told me of yourself. The way you were while we were together-“

“Was all a lie,” Sky said, finishing Aisha’s sentence. Standing Sky strode to his bedroom. “Guess the jigs up now though, not that it matters. I was getting tired of playing the part of your sweet innocent pet.” Stopping and glancing over his shoulder, Sky gave the Blondie a humorless smile. “So what are you going to do now, Aisha baby?”

Aisha stared after the boy, thunder struck at the amount of sexuality the boy was emitting. “Now it’s time we play for keeps,” Aisha whispered, grinning. The wave of emotion that had him spinning when he heard the mongrel betrayed him, not just in trading places, but in hiding who he really was. Yes, he had become attracted to the boy- charmed the moment he’d laid eyes on him, however… that attraction had faded, and a new sense of desire bloomed. The need to see what the mongrel kept veiled behind those stormy eyes.

Now the boy could face him without the masks of politeness, and it was going to be wonderful.

oOoOoOo

Stepping out of the dark tinted, heavily armored Syndicate car, Riki strode away with a mumble of thanks to the driver who opened the door for him, and without a backward glance disappeared into the crowd of tourists on the busy sidewalks of Midas.

No supervision. No guards to report back to Iason of his every move. This was the most freedom he’d had on Amoi since meeting Iason. The year Iason allowed him to return to Ceres didn’t count.

“Now what to do with the time I have.” Riki chuckled. Who knew when he’d be let out of his cage again, so if he was going to do something, he’d better make it worth the pain Iason would rain down upon him.

“Oh yea, this is going to be fun.” Riki threw back his head, laughing darkly.

TBC…
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