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Dangerous Desires	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 4870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Raoul/Katze

Parts: 6 of ?

Dangerous Desires

Loud beeps penetrated the comforting darkness of sleep. Moaning, Katze hoarsely gave the command to silence the alarm. “Time,” he requested, wincing in pain and a leaded arm lifted to massage his sore throat.

“Current time: Six, ten, am,” a male, computerized, voice spoke out.

Katze’s arm fell limply above his head. His body still weak from Sir Am’s ‘attention’ the night before.

“Would you like me to reset your alarm, Katze? Do you require another hour of slumber?” The monotone computer asked.

Cracking one eyelid open—just as he was about to say no—Katze froze as he felt movement next to him, and an angered voice growled, “End program.”

“Request denied. Voice not recognized.”

Wide awake, and eyes wide open, Katze gasped at the ruffled Blondie he had not realized had been asleep next to him. Piercing emerald green eyes glared at him through tangled blond locks. Surprise made Katze embarrassingly stutter the command to dismiss the program. The moment the last syllable left his lips, Katze, his heart thundering in his chest, was left to deal with the Blondie Elite now sitting up, with just a corner of the bed coverings that barely hid Raoul’s sex from his nervous gaze.

Katze licked his lips. “Sir Am…”

“You will add me to its accepted voice command programming,” Raoul ordered. “And you can also remove the familiarity of how it calls you by name.”

The tremor of fear was quickly replaced with the heat of anger. Clearing his throat, Katze respectfully, if not coldly, said, “Sir Am, forgive me for my impudence, but may I ask why you are still here?”

Like a flick of a switch, Raoul’s anger changed to humor and the Blondie chuckled. “Did you expect me to slip out in the middle of the night while you slept, like a common prostitute?”

Yes, Katze had expected the overbearing Blondie to do just that. However, to voice his agreement he would have also have had agreed to saying Raoul was a prostitute. Calling an Elite—a Blondie Elite at that—a whore was never good for ones well being. “I only worry someone may inquire of why you were here at such an early hour. And should anyone notice the outfit you leave here in is the same as the night before…”

“To appear out in public with the same outfit will, yes, create unnecessary complications, and may also hinder my visits to your apartment. Which is why, some time last night, my Furniture came at my request with enough garments and other necessities of mine to last a few weeks,” Raoul said with a smile.

Katze stared at the Blondie for a good thirty seconds before responding. “You…you had your Furniture bring over some of your personal belongings here?”

Honey brows lifted arrogantly, and the lovely smile faded from Raoul’s lips. “Is there a problem?”

Despite his body’s protest, Katze moved to the side of the bed, and—with great effort—swung his legs over the side. “Problem, sir? No.” Invasive? Yes! Was there a level Katze could categorize the magnitude of trouble Raoul invited? Elites still had laws they had to abide by, and fucking an ex-Furniture could very well strip Raoul of his rank. And if discovered Raoul’s things were mixed with his own? Katze shuddered at the thought of what might become of him.

“However, I do have concerns, Master Am.” Katze should have known better than to turn his back on a Blondie, so when his arm was ceased and he was dragged backwards, Katze was not surprised. Swiftly, Katze found himself under Raoul and reflex had Katze pushing the Blondie away as his legs were painfully spread, Raoul resting just a partial of his weight on Katze’s thigh caused his discomfort.

“All you need to concern yourself with is being here when I call, and keeping me happy.”

Katze curled his lip at Raoul’s patronizing tone. The only thing missing from the beginning of Raoul’s sentence were the words “Your pretty little head doesn’t need to think”. Katze’s punish worthy retort was thankfully cut off by his gasp as Raoul cupped his sleeping manhood.

Helpless to stop his body from responding to Raoul’s expert touch, Katze closed his eyes and instead pictured all the horrors he’d witnessed in the past few months, to stem the flow of desire from Raoul’s now stroking hand. Success was gratifying, but his victory was short lived, however, when his head was painfully yanked back and his eyes locked with Raoul’s.

“Keep your eyes open and keep them on me.”

Flushed from head to toe, Katze fought to do the Blondie’s biding. The humiliation of Raoul watching him as the Blondie jerked him off. The lewd moans coming from his mouth… Last night, the minor comfort of hiding in the shadows in the room helped Katze keep some of his dignity. The intensity of Raoul’s emerald gaze burning holes into him ripped that away.

If the Blondie had taken his body Katze could have neatly convinced himself that the unbelievable pleasure he was experiencing was equally felt by Raoul. However, other than a smug smile stretched across the Blondie's lips, Raoul made no move to do more.

Helpless to control his body's reaction, Katze's hips lifted from the bed, and his nails dug into Raoul's shoulders as his world exploded all around him, just like it had last night.

"See how simple it is to please me?" Raoul chuckled.

Katze turned his head away when Raoul lean down to kiss him, but Raoul forced him to accept his affection with a painful tightening around his spent manhood--a silent and very effective method to gain Katze's attention.

When the Blondie released him, Katze just lay there in the rumpled covers, breathless and sore. He wanted desperately to pull the sheet over himself, but the emerald eyes, as if knowing what he was thinking, narrowed in warning.

*~D.D~*

Raoul fought the need to plunge into the panting body spread out like an offering. Katze had satisfied him in a way Raoul had not thought possible. He had felt desire before, of course, but the level of which Katze had tempted him had been indescribable, like last night had.

The only reason the redhead was not under him now was because Raoul knew he had used the pale, slender, body well and good. To take him again would render Katze useless the rest of the day. And would also bring the attention of Iason.

Raoul had much to do before taking on the favored child, and winning Katze from Iason's powerful hold, so while nothing would please him more than pressing the readhead down into the bed, and listening to his passionate cries, Raoul allowed himself one last caress of Katze's smooth porcelain skin before forcing himself to stand.

"Come," Raoul ordered, looking away from the tempting sight of Katze. "You will bathe with me, and ready me for my day."

Raoul gave Katze time to obey his command, seeing how worn out the redhead was. But, once he stood, Raoul swept the ex-Furniture into his arms and strode to the open door of the bathing area. Raoul sneered in distaste at the limited space of the bathroom. Only a shower stall was in it.

“The both of us will not fit,” Katze said, as he tried to lean as far away from him as possible.

“The both of us will fit,” said Raoul. Opening the glass door, Raoul stepped inside with Katze.

The starkly white tiled stall was tight, barely any room to move. Raoul could have purred at how Katze could not, not touch him because of it.

After a ten second delay, the water streamed down upon them. Steam quickly fogged the glass, and in less time than that Raoul had Katze pressed against the wall. He had promised himself he would leave the ex-Furniture alone. The young man had taken his lust well and long into the night, and earned a respite.

Bathing the redhead, removing the evidence of his passion, was the beginning of Raoul training Katze. He would teach the ex-Furniture to welcome his touch, and spread himself for his pleasure.

Although, Raoul hoped Katze would continue to fight his authority. Who knew such a thing as a lowly Furniture questioning him would fan the flames to completely monopolize the redhead.

Disturbing, maybe, but the more Katze resisted him, the more heated Raoul became. The helplessness of Katze's position, and how he tried to mask the fire deep in those amber eyes, had Raoul's stiffened member aching, and soon he had Katze's feet off the floor, and straddling his thigh, making the redhead relay solely on him and his strength to keep him from falling.

"Open your mouth for me, Katze," he ordered, and when the young man did not obey him immediately, Raoul grasped Katze's jaw and applied pressure until he gasped in pain, and the moment he did Raoul invaded the ex-Furniture with his tongue.

Hands pushed against his shoulders, and only fueled his need to dominate the young man. To bend him to his will. Raoul didn't want to break Katze, but install a different kind of fear into the ex-Furniture. A fear Katze would only feel when he saw him.

"Take yourself in your hand and come for me, Katze," Raoul said, slipping a finger into him. "Do it now."

A burgundy glare greeted his order, but Raoul felt him reach between their wet bodies and soon the up and down motions of Katze's hand began. Raoul hugged the redhead close, and forced the young man's head to rest in the nook of his neck.

Raoul stretched Katze's hole with another finger, pressing against the pleasure point within him, causing the redhead to gasp and cry out softly, and when the heat of his desire coated them did Raoul release Katze, forcing the ex-Furniture to his knees.

Fisting Katze's hair, Raoul yanked his head back. Taking his hard length in his hand, Raoul pressed the head of his erection to Katze's lips. The ex-Furniture grunted in pain when he tightening his hold on Katze's silky locks, and slowly he opened his mouth.

With both hands, Raoul held Katze's head still as he thrust his hips forward. Nails dug into his thighs as he tested the limits of how deep he could caress the back of Katze's throat. Water rained around them, and he was blinded by his honey blond hair from fully viewing the delectable sight of the redhead fulfilling his needs.

And when the sweet horizon of his release came upon him, Raoul forced Katze back until he trapped him against the tiled wall and his body. Held fast, and with no means of escape, Katze could do nothing but drink his essence.

When sounds of Katze choking reached Raoul's ears, he abruptly pulled Katze to his feet and slapped his hand over the redhead's mouth. "Keep it in." Watery eyes blazed up at him with anger, but Raoul would not relent. Holding Katze's glaze he gently stroked the young man's throat. And when the ex-Furniture's fits ceased did Raoul remove his hand.

Raoul licked the water trickling down Katze's shoulder. "Be thankful I showed you consideration for the duties you need to perform today, and made use of your mouth and not your body."

"Thank you, Sir Am, your for thoughtfulness," Katze said tightly.

Raoul chuckled at Katze's obvious lie. He could feel how taut the young man's body became after he spoke, but Raoul was not ready to let the redhead escape his clutches just yet. Holding him, Raoul petted the ex-Furniture until the water grew cold, and only when shivers began to rack through Katze's fine form did Raoul exit the stall.

Watching the ex-Furniture dry himself off with hooded lids, Raoul motioned Katze to the door, and smiled when he heard the young man's soft sigh. The moment they entered the bedroom Raoul ripped the dam towel from around Katze's waist.

"Dress me." Raoul dropped Katze's towel to his feet, and smile when the ex-Furniture lifted his chin in a defiant way, but still showed his submission by lowering his eyes. "When in my presence, you will disrobe and attend to me without question, am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir Am," Katze said as he reverted back to his Furniture training, and clothed Raoul. "However, if you will forgive me for saying, my time is limited. My duties will leave me with little time to...entertain you."

Raoul smiled and tilted Katze's chin so he could look the ex-Furniture in the eyes. "I suggest you make time for me, Katze," Raoul said smoothly. "There is no escape, and if you think to request Iason's assistance to keep me away... Well, you will not like the repercussions if you made such an unwise decision."

Grabbing Katze by the shoulders, Raoul kissed the young man hard before he turned and strode away. Outside of the apartment, Raoul curled his lip as a resident gaped moronically as he passed. But in the privacy of the elevator the severity of what he did came rushing in.

Raoul licked his lips, and tasted Katze on them and couldn't wait until he had the fiery redhead in his arms again. Elites did not make mistakes, so what he had done was far from being one.

"Until next time, Katze," Raoul whispered, with a pleased smile. "I will treasure the time it will take to train you, and teach you who your master is."

TBC...
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