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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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Thanks for your reviews :D Alexxgalaxy (I’m sure Orphe will find a great way of finding out his name), Lyran, Kay (*shudder* For me, Elites stay as Semes and everyone else are Ukes) & kuroineko ( welcome to the crazy train :D)

Hope you all like this new chapter! Happy 4th of July everyone!

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: 58 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~

“Stop! We have to go back!” Fidget cried, trying to get pass Marcus. The Blondie had carried him all the way back to their apartment with him kicking and screaming the whole way. “Sky is really, really mad, and I have to go back to him!”

Marcus grabbed Fidget by the arm, half dragging the boy to his bedroom. “Your brother Sky, and whatever little temper tantrum he is throwing, will be dealt with by Aisha, not you.”

Fidget looked imploringly up at the Blondie. “Please, Marcus. He needs me…”

Standing firm, Marcus denied the mongrel his wish, “No. The stunt you pulled might even have cost you both the time you wanted to spend together. Aisha has already expressed his desire to keep you apart. What do you think this whole drama you’ve acted will play out to him now?”

Silent, Fidget backed away slowly from the Blondie. “We only have each other…”

Marcus reached out to the boy… but slowly lowered his arm when, dejected, Keita turned and closed himself off in the bathroom. “You have me,” Marcus whispered in the empty room.

Sighing, thinking to give the mongrel time to calm himself down, Marcus left the room to seek out Simon. After directing his Furniture to cook a light meal for his mongrel, Marcus also made two calls. The first to his second-in-command, to send a courier with prints of the plans he ruined, and also to Aisha.

His friend wouldn’t want the boys to meet, but there was the little problem of the twins wearing the wrong pet rings. It was the only option available for the moment, in which he could grant Keita his wish in seeing his troublesome brother.

Marcus returned to the bedroom in time to see his Furniture, with a troubled expression on his face, leaving. “Has he come out of the bathroom yet?”

“Yes… He’s currently resting on the bed. I placed the tray of food on the nightstand as you instructed… Even so… He asked me t-to…” Simon’s fist curiously gripping two pieces of paper.

“I will make sure he eats,” Marcus said, dismissing his Furniture. Once he’d checked Keita himself, then he’d question Simon on what the mongrel spoke to him about.

Entering his rooms, Marcus ventured to the bed to see Keita laying there silently. “If you think to sulk here until I…” Marcus’s words fell still against his lips. Of all the tantrum he imagined the mongrel would fly into… Tears were the last thing he’d every believe he’d ever see fall from those lovely spirited eyes.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, next to the boy, Marcus was at a loss to how to handle the situation. Emotion- better yet, giving comfort for this kind of sorrow was not something he had ever had to do. An Elite was never meant nor required to do so. He was still learning to as it were.

“… Are you… alright?” Marcus shifted uncomfortably in asking the question to tear stained face staring blindly at the wall.

Marcus’s concern escalated when Keita said nothing. His mongrel was never silent. The only way his mongrel stopped talking was when he was sleeping or if he were gagged. It was that concern which drove Marcus into picking the boy up, and cradling the mongrel in his arms.

“Talk to me,” whispered Marcus, stroking Keita’s hair. “I can’t help you, if you don’t tell me what is wrong.”

“… Will… Will he really keep us apart because of this?”

Marcus’s heart twisted painfully in his chest at how Keita’s voice broke. “I will not lie to you.” However, Marcus didn’t voice it either.

“So it’s hopeless… I’m never going to see him again…”

Unable to stand the anguish shining in those tear filled eyes. Marcus lowered his head, kissing the boy. Grasping him tightly to his chest, Marcus, for the first time, took the incentive. The more Keita resisted, tried to pull away, the more Marcus impressed himself upon him.

“No! I don’t want to!” Fidget sobbingly cried out, tearing his face away, holding the Blondie back.

Never thinking to hear those words spoken from those lips, Marcus sat there with the boy in his lap, shocked and confused. “No?”

Every instant where the mongrel pranced around him barely clothed. Of him touching him intimately. Kissing him, filled Marcus’s mind, and before he’d realized it, he had the mongrel’s wrists pinned above his head, pressed back on the mattress with him between the boy’s legs.



All those taunts, and teases. All the superior Elite control he’d never before needed to utilize, he had the moment he met the mongrel all came crashing down. Marcus heard the sound of cloth ripping, but all higher brain function dissipated when he lowered his somehow naked chest onto Keita’s.

Gently biting his mongrel’s lower lip, forcing him to open his mouth wider so he could dip his tongue in, Marcus moaned long, and low. Was it because it was he who started the mating of their mouths which made the kiss that much sweeter?

Gripping Keita’s wrists with one hand, Marcus rose his body up so he could trail his finger tips down the boy’s chest, pinching an aroused hardened nipple until he growled with desire when Keita whimpered against his lips.

Years of watching pets perform. Critiquing on their skills or lack there of. His studies of the sensual acts of intimate forms of copulation, all came rushing to him as he changed directions, kissing a path to Keita’s throat. Stopping only until he reached the tender spot where Keita’s shoulder met his neck. Drawing the tantalizing flesh between his teeth and sucking hard.

“Oh! t-touch me! Please!”

Smiling against Keita’s slender neck, Marcus released the boy’s imprisoned wrists, and going up on his knees, slipped out of his ripped shirt he had no memory of tearing apart. Throwing the rag to the floor, Marcus looked down with heated eyes to the gasping mongrel under him.

In the back of his mind, Marcus knew his behavior was completely unlike him. But a solid week of holding the boy back, of keeping himself in check when all he had wanted was to sample the sinful delights the mongrel offered so willingly. Only to have Keita reject him when he’d finally initiate a kiss between them…

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Stop playing with me,” Fidget begged, biting his lip when Marcus pinched his nipples, rolling his sensitive hardened nubs between his fingers. His erection painfully pressing against the coarse fabric of his pants.

Play? Marcus raised his brows at that interesting word. Why shouldn’t he play with the boy, when Keita had made it his purpose to play with him from the very beginning. Tempting him. Filling his body with desires he’d never experienced before.

Hooking his finger in the waistband of Keita’s pants, Marcus ran his finger slowly back and forth on the boy’s lower belly, smiling as he watched his mongrel’s stomach tighten, showcasing his rippled abs.

Wanting the boy to feel the agony he’d felt every second, of every day, he’d laid awake knowing Keita was in a room down the hall, only a few steps away. The intensity of his craving, and his suffering he hid behind a mask of stone. And so Marcus- a tad bit sadistically, tormented the mongrel. Teasing the boy’s straining harden length with the barest of touches.

Arching his hips, making Marcus’s maddening hand come in contact with his pulsating cock, Fidget shamelessly licked his lips, and pinched his nipples that the Blondie had abandoned. “Give it to me,” rasped Fidget. “Take my mind off the thoughts of never seeing my brother ever again.”

Marcus growled at the mention of Keita’s twin. Everything was always about the other mongrel. All the boy’s thought, his worries. Even when he set out to retrieve Keita from the ship, the night Gideon returned to Amoi with them, his mongrel and his brother had held onto one another tightly. So much so that he’d had to pry the others fist open to let Keita free of his grasp.

“Never speak of him while we are together, in this room, ever again,” Marcus snarled, his hands wrapped around the boy’s hips, tightening into a painful grip. He didn’t object of Keita’s brother or of them seeing each other, however, he did when they were in the mists of being intimate.

Smiling coyly, Fidget scrapped his nails across his nipples, and slowly moved his hands down his chest and stomach. Unbuttoning the five silver discs holding his pant’s together, Fidget spread the open the flaps, wide. “Then give me something else to wrap my mind around… or just to wrap around.”

With such a blunt, lewd, invitation, Marcus yanked Keita’s pants and undergarments off all at once. Gabbing his hips again, Marcus lifted the mongrel’s lower body up off the bed, and took the boy’s hot flesh in his mouth.

“Oh god! Yess!” Bracing his feet on his Blondie’s thighs, Fidget arched up. “Oh my god. You have no gag reflex. Niiiccceee.”

Keeping the mongrel up by the palm of his hand on the small of his back, Marcus unclasped the fastenings of his trousers, then, unbalancing Keita by grabbing his ankle and placing it on his shoulder, Marcus slipped his fingers between the boy’s firm cheeks. Caressing sweet slickness honeying the mongrel’s puckered opening.

Continuing to love the boy with his mouth and tongue, Marcus entered Keita with just one finger.

“Ahh! More! I can take it, so gimme more!”

Growling low in his throat, causing the mongrel to shout out in delight, Marcus gave Keita what he wanted.

“Oh yeaa! To the right. The right! Now curve your finger!” Fidget shuddered when Marcus, following his instructions perfectly, rubbed his prostate. Knowing his Blondie could hold him up with ease, Fidget lifted his other leg so that it too was perched on Marcus’s shoulder.

“Oh baby, you make my toes curl,” Fidget teased, even though it was the truth.

Drunk off the very taste tantalizing his tongue, Marcus kept up his assault with his fingers and mouth, until his mongrel heels dug into his shoulders, and he felt the boy tighten around his digits. Only then did he stop.

“Nooo! Don’t quit on me!... So close to the finish line…”

Ignoring Keita’s meowing protests, Marcus stood and stripped out of his trousers.

“Bringing out the big guns are ya?” Fidget quickly got on his knees, and before the Blondie could think of stopping him, he licked down Marcus’s long thick impressive length. “And they say size doesn’t matter.”

Seeing those swollen, red, heart shaped lips hovering over him, Marcus’s control almost completely slipped. Not wanting to hurt the boy, he pushed him back onto the bed.

“Oh yea, baby. I like it rough.” Fidget held his arms out to the Blondie, and spread his legs open wide in invitation. “Enough foreplay. Time for the main event.”

However, when Marcus went about doing just that, the boy rolled away, and pushed him onto his back, and saddled him.

“Wait,” said Fidget. Stopping the Blondie when he made move to change their positions. “I never did apologize for what I did.” Fidget grinned and rubbed Marcus’s pecks.

And if Marcus hadn’t been holding on by the tips of his fingers, he would have let the mongrel doing what ever he wanted. But not now. “Next time,” Marcus said as he flipped the boy back under him.

“Want me that bad, do ya?”

Marcus covered Keita’s mouth with his own, silencing the boy’s chatter. Tangling his hand in the mongrel’s hair, Marcus kept the boy’s head still, and distracted him with the twirls of his tongue as he positioned himself in place. Entering into Keita’s body slowly, Marcus moaned at the feel of the boy’s tight, hot heat around his manhood.

Tearing his mouth away, Fidget cried, “Ow, ow! Size does matter! Too big!”

Trembling in exertion from the slow pace he was already going, Marcus grit his teeth as he tried to go even slower. Trying to give the boy the time he needed to grow accustom to his girth. His control nearly shattering when Keita started wiggling under him, propelling him deeper.

A coat of sweat covered Marcus’s large frame by the time he’d finally sank all the way in his mongrels molten heat. Bracing himself up on his forearms, Marcus, through dazed eyes, looked down and to his surprise saw Keita grinning up at him.

“Now that that’s done. Time for the three legged race to the finish line. Who do you think will win first?” Fidget giggled.

“Three-“ Marcus gasped when the boy clenched around his erection.

Reaching between their connected bodies, Fidget caressed the part of his Blondie’s shaft that wasn’t in him. “I love to run… Got the stamina of a Chima,” Fidget huskily whispered, referencing their world’s wild life. A cat like animal known to able to run for hours on end without stopping.

Growling, Marcus thrust his hips. “I think I’m more than capable of meeting your challenge, and if you like I can tell you the outcome,” Marcus said in a tone clearly stating it would be he who would win.

“Ohh, that confident are you?” Fidget lifted his legs, until the outsides of his knees touched his chest. A move that had his Blondie squeezing his spring green eyes tightly closed for the briefest of moments. “Daddy likes that, does he?”

Breathless, Marcus refused to tell the mongrel he did.

“I got a lot I wanna show ya, but how about we see what you got first?” Fidget said thumbing the Blondie’s nipples. “Or are you going to stay parked, and not take me out for a drive?”

Marcus knew very well that the boy was trying to inflame his desire with his words, and it was working. He was also regretting his boisterous words of how he’d win the ‘race’. From the way his body was reacting, and his tedious command he had over it, to the boy’s mastery, Keita would win, not he. He’d have to thread very carefully to save himself from the embarrassment of climaxing first.

Withdrawing, Marcus advanced. Hissing when the damn flexible mongrel latched onto his nipple he’d been rubbing.       Yet, besides the feel of the boy lapping at his sensitive peek. The dirty seductive words Keita whispered in his ears. It was the wondrous bliss which consumed him, with each thrust of his hips.

The push and pull, such simple movements giving such agonizing pleasure. The scalding heat that consumed, sucking him in, seeking to milk his body for it’s very essence. Such intense rapture… How is it that they- Elites, were forbidden to engage in such delights…

The shuddering of his body as he felt the mongrel sink his teeth into his shoulder. The ferocious awakening of a thirst that was never before within him. An Elite like him who took pride in being a sophisticated Blondie, above the lowly carnivorous desires of the flesh humans loved to indulge themselves in like beasts, was drowning in it.

Withdrawing when the intensities of those pleasures almost threatened to send him over the edge, Marcus sat back on his haunches, trying to catch his breath.

“Yea, now. You’re not giving up, are you?” Fidget asked, breathing hard. Leaning up, he caressed his Blondie’s hip with his foot. “You seem to be straining.” Moving his foot, Fidget stroked the tenders spheres between Marcus’s legs.

“Or is it too much for a pretty, innocent, thing like you to handle?” Fidget playfully squealed, and tried to scramble away when the Blondie growled and lunged at him. Now on his hands and knees, Fidget purred when the Blondie repositioned himself, and moaned loudly words of encouragement when Marcus forged ahead in him.

“Oh, you have such a good memory,” Fidget praised when, with every punch of Marcus’s hips hit his sweet spot repeatedly. Taking himself in his hand, Fidget cried out as he stroked his member. Moving his hand up and down with the same roughness as he was being taken from behind, but he still needed more.

Marcus shouted out Keita suddenly reared up, unbalancing him, and clenching around him so they didn’t disconnect, pushed them both back until the boy sat on his lap.

Leaning until his back was molded against Marcus’s heaving chest, grinning when he felt the rapid thundering of his heart, Fidget rested his head on the Blondie’s shoulder. “You seem to be a little tired, baby. How about you let me take over a little?”

“Scandalous creature,” Marcus breathed, wrapping an arm around the boy’s chest.

“Yea, but you love me anyway,” Fidget breathlessly teased. Licking the Blondie’s lips Fidget began his steady pace. He loved this position. The absolute fullness it gave him, and he knew Marcus was love’n it as well. All he had to do was tighten around Marcus’s engorged organ at just the right moment, and his prickly sexy Blondie would shout out. Or torment him by pretending to stop, and Marcus would bite him neck growling in anger.

“That’s right baby, bite me.”

Baring down harder now, Fidget keened, pinching his nipples as Marcus began fondling his hot flesh, pushing him towards paradise. His game of ‘who comes first’ forgotten when his Blondie took over the dance.

Reaching behind him, Fidget grabbed the back of Marcus’s neck, while the other joined the Blondie’s hand around his rigid length until finally he shouted out in satisfaction. Shuddering as the heat of his seed’s heat coated his abdomen.

Hearing his lover’s yell, Marcus finally let go of his splintering control, surrendering to his own peak. With one last thrust, impaling himself to the fullest, Marcus let out his own shout of fulfillment, spilling his life in Keita. And with as much grace as he could manage, turned, and fell back against the pillows. Lucky that he didn’t slam his head against the headboard in his descend.

“So nice…”

Still trying to catch his breath, Marcus grunted when the boy snuggled up in the curve of his arm. “Just nice?” Marcus asked.

“Mmm…very…nice…” Fidget whispered sleepily, throwing an arm around Marcus’s chest. “Very…very…nice…”

Chuckling, Marcus buried his arm under his pillow. Thinking to join the mongrel in his slumber. Never had he ever felt so blissfully exhausted- Marcus frowned when his hand brushed something. Closing his fist over the curious object, Marcus tilted his head in question as he brought it forward.

“…Keita… Why is this here?” Marcus asked holding up a small bottle of clear liquid.

“Humm? Oh, that’s eye drops to moisturize your eyes,” Fidget mumbled.

“Yes, I know what it is. What I’m asking is why was it under the pillow.” Marcus shook the mongrel’s shoulder to wake him up.

“Because I was using it,” Fidget grumbled, not liking the fact the Blondie pushed him off, up into sitting position.

“When?” Marcus demanded. He had a sinking feeling that he knew exactly what Keita used it for.

Fidget rubbed his eyes. “When you were talking to Simon, just before you came into the bedroom.”

“So, your telling me you weren’t really crying?” Marcus growled.

Giggling, Fidget saddled Marcus. Wrapping his arms around his Blondie’s neck, he kissed Marcus’s naked shoulder. “Why would I be crying? My eyes were just dry, that’s all.”

“You know very well what I thought when I saw you!” Marcus couldn’t believe he’d been tricked by the boy into engaging in such an intimate act. Considering how he’d just retrieved the boy from Aisha’s apartment, for the crime of changing places with his brother. Marcus had foolishly believed the mongrel would have wisely retreated from doing anything rash for a time…

Thinking back on it. The boy had protested, yes, but his cries of denial lasted barely a minute, and not once had he struggled. Marcus knew how slippery the boy could be. If Keita had wanted to, he could have successfully escaped his assault. There was also the fact the boy’s body had been adequately lubricated, and it had been too easy entering the mongrel, something he’d noticed, but thought nothing of it due to the heat of the moment.

It was also possible the boy knew speaking of his brother would anger him to the point he’d cast aside his Elite code, and claim him in this way like he’d always wanted to?

Seems he still had a great deal to learn about handling such wild, unpredictable, creatures. He’d played right into the boy’s hands…

He did not regret the experience, yet to be fooled by a mere mongrel… “I’m -“

“Hey now! Just because I finally got you to give up the goods, it doesn’t make you a Sucker, Marcus,” Fidget playfully chided.

Marcus glowered at the mongrel. “Never would I put the word “Sucker” in the same sentence as my name.”

“Oh.” Fidget giggle. “Well, on the plus side. I-got-your-cherry,” Fidget laughingly sang.

Marcus narrowed his eyes when the boy marked the air four times. “I hope that isn’t what I think it is,” Marcus hissed.

Fidget stopped himself from drawing another mark. “… Ahh… It’s not…”

Marcus narrowed his eyes at Keita’s wide eyed, innocent, look. “How many partners have you had?”

Fidget winced. This was never a safe conversation to have with a new lover. He still remembered the last guy he’d been in a temporary serious relationship with, how outraged his lover got when he’d given him a number… and the pain. He might even still sport the scars from the guy attacking him in anger. There was no way he’d tell Marcus.

“How many?” Marcus pushed.

“Just a few…” Fidget murmured.

“How much is a few?” Marcus tightened his hands on the boy’s hips so he couldn’t escape.

“I don’t know… It was just a couple of guys from a very long time ago…”

“A couple? Didn’t you say it was a few? Now your saying it’s a couple.” Yes, Marcus knew the mongrel had more than just a few partners. The boy’s skill clearly proved he did, yet it didn’t stop Marcus from asking. He told himself it was out of curiosity, however, the dangerous level of forbidding emotion welling up within him said otherwise.

“Does it really matter?” Fidget asked sweetly. “I’m with you now, and not with them.”

Marcus inhaled sharply when the boy pulled the sheet away, removing the barrier that separated them, and molded his heated body onto his.

“I’m not tired anymore…so, you wanna do it again? There’s no point in resisting any longer,” Fidget seductively whispered against his Blondie’s lips. “You know you wanna.”

The all too recent memory of how the boy’s hot body gloved his member reawakened his hunger, and that need reared it’s head against Keita’s smooth backside, making the mongrel grin and also cutting any denial Marcus thought to voice.

“Incorrigible creature,” Marcus mumbled as he rolled his mongrel onto his back, and silenced Keita’s laughter with his lips.

oOoOoOo

For some reason, making tracks in Midas wasn’t as fun as Riki thought it would be. While fucking with tourists head by scaring them, due to his ‘savage looks’ had been fun… that fun only lasted a few minutes.

There was also the enjoyment of going in to the high end shops, and screwing with management… But that sadistic pleasure of angering them all stopped once they got a good look at the fucking sparkling boulder Iason put on his finger.

It wasn’t as if he wanted to get thrown out on his ass from all these fine establishments. Lord knows he might get a kick out of Iason raining murder on the assholes for the insult. After all, to insult an Elite’s pet is to insult them. But to cause a problem that extreme would mean his play time was over, and he certainly didn’t want that.

So, for the past two hours, in his boredom, he’d been pinching the wallets of the rich snobs who turned their noses at him… or just turned their head for that matter. He probably had a hefty sum of credits considering the bulge of notes and credit cards in his inner jacket pocket.

Problem was, what the fuck was he going to do with it? He didn’t need it, and he doubted Iason would appreciate the fact he had a hidden stash of cash in his sock drawer. Grumbling under his breath, Riki paused to admire a sweet looking chromed out hover bike.

“Thief!”

Riki turned to the shout, to see a young Midasian restraining a struggling thin whip of a mongrel by the neck. The scrappy kid had to be thirteen, if that.

“Call the police! This-this thing stole my wallet!”

Scowling, Riki strode forward, pushing pass all the spectators blocking his way. “You mean this wallet?” Riki calmly asked, holding up a fat purse he’d lifted from the kid when he stepped to stand next to him. “The wallet you dropped by the lamp post?”

Riki tossed the wallet at the prick, smirking when the fool didn’t catch it and, red in the face, had to let the kid go to pick it up. “Maybe if you were watching where you were fucking going, and paying attention to your shit, you would have noticed it fell out of your pocket.”

Riki grabbed the kid before he could jet on him.

“No… No, I’m not mistaken! He stole my wallet!”

“And I gave it back to you, which proved that he didn’t.” Riki got chest to chest with the guy. “Or are you fucking calling me a liar? The only thing your doing is embarrassing yourself by trying to save face. So, you got two options. One, I kick your ass and we call the medics to cart your sorry self away, or two, you turn around, forget the kid, and go on your merry way. What’s it going to be?”

The funny part was no one was going to back the guy up. The black clothing he wore, they might look plain but fashion suave as the people of Midas were, they all knew his threads were top of the line. As in “I’m not someone to fuck with”, top of the line. His leather jacket alone screamed money, more money these people would ever see in their lifetime. Hell, probably in their grandkids life time too.

He reeked of Elite money.

And it was the crappiest pieces of clothing Riki had in his closet. They crowd was drooling over shit Iason wanted him to give to Calso the Furniture could throw them out.

Hilarious.

“So what dickhead? We got a problem?” Riki curled his lip when the guy looked him up and down. The richness in his outfit made the man hesitate, but everyone could also see by his manner of speech, his coloring, and long hair, he didn’t belong. Which was why Riki had to make sure he crushed whatever bravery the prick had, before the cops were called.

Hell if he’d get his trip into the city cut short just because the MPD checked him out and found out again, that he was Iason’s pet. He wasn’t about to send his time here in a cell, waiting for Iason to come pick him up.

“…No… there’s no problem…”

Riki’s eyes flickered down to the helmet in the guy’s hand. “That your hover bike parked over there?”

“Yes…”

Stepping back, Riki nodded approvingly. “Nice ride.” Turning away, Riki dragged the kid behind him. No one would call the law on him, but as for the mongrel it was best not to push his luck.

“Thanks!”

Riki waved to guy as he made his way the first alleyway on the street. He would have kept walking with the kid’s thin wrist locked in his fist until he got close to Ceres, but per the deal he made with Iason, if he got too close to his home, then his outing was therefore forfeited, and he’d immediately get picked up by Iason’s bitch squad.

“Let go of me, you pervert!”

“Pervert?” Riki shoved the against the wall of the narrow alley. “Watch who you call a pervert, you little shit. I just saved your sorry hide, so how about a little gratitude?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Riki grinned at the scrawny kid, and the typical mongrel expression for thanks. Smacking the mongrel up side the head, Riki scolded the kid, “You were fucking sloppy. You know what happens brats like you when they catch you?”

“They take me to your mom’s house to show me a good time?”

Riki cuffed the kid again, harder. “Your ass gets dragged off by the Dark Horsemen. Once they have you, you’ll be lucky if you can stand, let alone be able to walk home. And that’s if you still alive when they’re done beating the shit out of you.”

“Shit mister! Lay off my ass, would ya? What the fuck does someone like you care? You know nothing about me, my life or my world. Why don’t you go back to your posh life, and leave me the fucks name alone. I didn’t ask you for help.”

“Yea, your right you didn’t ask me for my help,” Riki said, glaring down at the brown haired kid. “But I’m giving it to you anyway. Your hand is too fucking slow, that’s why the guy caught you.”

“Whatever, like you know anything.”

Riki pulled out of his pocket all the junk he pick pocketed from the kid, which was sadly a small ball of twine and a couple shower coins for the bathing houses in Ceres. “Looks like I know more than you.”

“How did you…”

Riki took out his own loot, and snickered at how big the kid’s eyes got. “Oh, and I know what it’s like. Ceres is…was my home a long time ago.” Riki grabbed the kid’s hand and slapped the money in the boy’s palm. “Take it.” Riki shook the kid when he opened his mouth to complain. “This isn’t charity. Take the cash and get yourself some food, then fence the credit cards. There’s a place four blocks over, at the beginning of the red light district. You’ll see a sign that says, “Welcome Home” above the door. Go in, and tell the prick behind the counter that Riki sent you.”

“Your name is Riki…?”

Riki nodded, not noticing pale the kid got when he old him his name. “You mention my name and the prick wont stiff you. Take sixty percent of the cash and hide it, then when you get back to Ceres, find a couple guys named Cid and Norris, and give them remaining forty percent of the cash. Tell them I sent you. They’ll take you under their wings, and teach you how not to suck so bad.”

“I thought you were an Elite…”

“What?” Riki stared at the kid in confusion.

“Your hair… I thought you were on of those Elites…”

Riki shuddered. “I’m no fucking Elite, and if – by some curse- I had been, you’d been wise to have kept your mouth shut.” Considering how the Elites were all taking an interest in obtaining wise cracking, smart mouthed mongrels.

“Are you really Riki the Black? T-the leader of the famous Bison gang… All the stories about you say that you were becoming s-so powerful you drew the attention of the greatest Blondie on Amoi. They said Jupiter herself approved of you being the Blondie’s life partner, and you live the mongrel dream…”

Riki stared at the boy in disbelief. “That’s the kind of shit they’re saying about me!”

“I-it isn’t true?” the boy asked him.

Riki threw his head back and laughed. “Is it true… Let’s just say the story isn’t as happy of lucky as they tell you. Whatever. Fuck it. Doesn’t really matter what other people think.” Although it did reek that everyone thought he was living the great life up in bitch tower with all those fuckers.

“Just do as I told you, and find the remaining members of Bison.” Riki walked away from the kid. “Get your ass of the streets. No dumbass goes out in the day to find targets. Half the people are still in bed with whores or sleeping off hangovers. Dusk is when you wanna be out,” Riki called over his shoulder.

He’d wanted to talk to the kid more, but the attention they were getting from the people passing by was too much. That’s all he needed was for Iason’s spies to tell the hulking Blondie he’d propositioned some guy and was fornicating in the streets.

Fucking hell… What could he do in this piss ass city that Iason wouldn’t come barreling to haul his ass home?

‘Tsking’ under his breath Riki waited of a few cars to pass so he could cross the road… Who the fuck were they staring at? Thought Riki, to the two guys across the way at the café the twins had posed as waiters. On of the assholes was sipping at his cup looking him up and down like he wanted to lick him, while the other, looked like he wanted to kill him.

Shit, it wasn’t something he wasn’t unfamiliar with, but you’d think the fuckers would at least introduce themselves before they visually try to fuck and kill him. Well, starting a fight was probably the only action he was undoubtedly going to get, so he might as well make it fun. Maybe when Iason is called they can have some lunch at the joint before they leave too.

“Looks like the boy wasn’t able to get away in time.”

Riki whipped around, narrowing his eyes at the pale green haired tourist walking away from him. The guy turned, walking backwards, the cocky prick grinned at him, pulled his shades down and winked a funky eye the same color as his hair, before facing forward, disappearing into the crowd.

He wanted to go after the guy… he didn’t know him, never seen him around. Yet, something about the dude nagged at him, but blew it off when he saw a pair of cops, carrying the brat he just saved, between them to their Patrol Airocar.

“Son of a fucking bitch…” Riki looked back across the road to see the table empty, the playmates for his fist had disappeared as well.

“Officer! That’s him! He’s a mongrel too, and the ringleader!”

“Ringleader? How annoying.” Riki sighed. “You have to have more than one person to be a fucking ringleader, moron.”

Riki glared at the kid, who lowered his head. Ah, but it wasn’t the kids fault. It was the whinny bitch the kid had tried to rob earlier. Calmly, raising his hands up in the air as ordered, Riki stepped forward. “Look bubby. I got issues with the lot-“

Riki grunted in pain when the officer grabbed his arms, yanking them behind his back and slammed him over the hood of their Airocar.

“You think that just because your dressed so prettily in your stolen clothes, you’d fool us?”

Gritting his teeth in anger, Riki fought to control his temper and not snap the asshole’s neck, something he could do so easily. “Look officer, I don’t know what your going on about. I didn’t steal anything.”

“Well, this citizen clear witnessed you handing this thing money, and also heard you instruction him where to go to cash in the stolen credit cards.”

“That sucks,” Riki muttered. With as many peoples eyes on him, he hadn’t been able to tell if they were being eavesdropped on. Glancing over his shoulder, Riki chuckled at the hover bike guy, who flinched. “So you wanna play it like that, huh?”

Riki wasn’t worried about himself. He could escape with ease. It was the skinny little mongrel he was worried about. If shit went down bad, he also knew Iason would bail his ass out of trouble, and it wasn’t as if these guys could really hurt him. However, the kid… The kid wouldn’t survive if they threw um in a cell.

“I’m sure there’s been some sort of misunderstanding. Why don’t we all just calm-“ Riki hissed in pain when the officer sucker punched him in the side. “Don’t. Fucking. Do. That. Again,” Riki snarled.

“Or what?” The cop whispered in his ear. “Maybe if we talk to the little mongrel, he’ll tell us all we need to know.

Riki tried to tell himself to stay calm. That it wasn’t the aggravation of getting himself all worked up about it… That was until the guy pressed himself against his ass. Snapping his head back, Riki caught the law enforcement agent in the face. Smiling when he heard a frightening crunch, and turned just in time to see blood spurt from the pricks busted nose.

Ducking at the other mongrel’s warning, Riki dodged the other patrolman’s baton as it dangerously cut close to his head, and pulled his punch as he retaliated. Still, Riki winched when the guy’s face practically caved in to his fist. “Should have pulled back a little more…” Riki mumbled.

Hearing sirens in the distance, Riki cursed, “well, that’s just fucking great.” Smacking the kid up side the head he grabbed him by his thin wrist. “This is why you don’t go out in the day. You have shadows to hide in if someone gives a shout of foul play. Fucking brats.”

Stepping up into the guy who ratted them out, Riki smiled. “I really like your bike. How about you giving me the keys for it so I can take it out for a spin?” Riki snatched the helmet from the guy’s limp hand, and handed it to the kid, then held his hand out expectantly for the keys. “Or are you going to deny me my simple request?” Riki added dangerously when the dude stared at him in shock.

“N-no…”

“I didn’t think so.” Riki shoved the kid towards the hover bike parked behind the patrol Airocar. With the sounds of the sirens getting louder, Riki hopped on the bike and started it up. Closing his eyes at the pleasure of feeling the vibrations of the supped up powerful machine between his legs.

Telling the kid to hold on tight, Riki sped off, laughing when he cut off the first squad Aircar to arrive, forcing them to swerve out of the way or risk hitting them.

In his neck breaking pace, the freedom of feeling the wind whipping through his hair, and the exhilaration of being on a bike after so long, Riki failed to notice three people out of the crowd.

Two staring after him with need and hatred, and the other staring at those two with a deadly smile of amusement.

TBC…
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