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Forever Caged	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 44153 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do i make any money from this fanfic.

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Thanks Queen Pen. I hope you continue to enjoy.(☆^ー^☆) Hehe I remember the line you're talking about, Kay LOL. Best thing about having a lot of siblings is they give you tons of training with smart-ass comebacks LOL.

I plan on posting the first episode of the new AnK on my LJ once it comes out! Come by and watch! After lets bitch, cry, drool and scream all about it!! AnK remake is just three days away!! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

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: 67 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~

Groaning, Marcus opened his eyes and glared at his bedroom door. The annoying ringing continuously rang without end from the landline. “Simon!” Narrowing his eyes in anger when his Furniture did not come running to his summons, Marcus caressed the delicate ankle lying across his chest and trailed his fingers from that lone ankle to the muscled calf unseen under the covers once the caller gave up.

But Marcus’s exploration was halted, and he growled when the phone began its madding ringing once again. Reaching over, identified who wanted to speak with him, Marcus disabled the video feed and answered the call—putting the caller on speaker. “Yes, Orphe?”

“Iason has been trying to contact you, Marcus. He requested that I continue trying to get a hold of you.”

Marcus’s body heated when he felt his small mongrel begin to stir against him. “And what does Iason need?”

“He requests our attendance in his apartment—with our mongrels.”

Opening his mouth to answer Orphe, Marcus quickly shut his lips when he felt Keita’s hot breath against his rapidly growing length.

“Marcus?”

Soft giggles reached Marcus’s burning ears, and he sucked in a sharp breath as Keita licked him from the base of his now hardened shaft to his tip of his cock before swallowing him.

“Ahg woo ho-ing who am-er hib?”

Marcus clenched his teeth together as the wild mongrel spoke around him, the vibration shooting unparallel spirals of desire throughout his body. Are you going to answer him? It was only until the mongrel’s words reached Marcus did he remember Orphe waited for him to answer.

“W—“ Marcus cleared his throat. “What time do we need to be in attendance?” Marcus’s head fell back and he closed his eyes as Keita’s mouth began moving up and down.

“…Iason wants us all to meet him in a half hours time.”

By Orphe’s tone and his hesitation before he’d answered his question, Marcus suspected Orphe knew what he and his mongrel were doing. However, instead of the beginning of a polite fare-thee-well, Marcus turned his head to glare at the blank video screen when Orphe—with laughter in his voice—started a conversation about the weather.

However, Marcus’s reply was silenced as Keita twirled his tongue over the head of his erection, and it took a considerable amount of his control to halt his moan of pleasure. Determined not to be the one led and not leading, Marcus wet two of his fingers and while having a calm conversation with Orphe turned the wiggling bottom under the covers towards him and slipped his moistened fingers into Keita.

His mongrel’s answer to his invasion was a slight nip on the tip of his cock before taking his head back in his mouth begin suckling. The flat of Keita’s tongue rubbed Marcus in such a way—filling him with such pleasure, Marcus became speechless.

Ripping back the covers, Marcus—with heated eyes—met passion glazed storm gray orbs. Keita, his head turned towards Marcus, wiggled his eyebrows at him as pink lips worked over his thickened, pulsating shaft. Not to be outdone, Marcus thrust his fingers deeper into Keita. Hitting the boy’s prostate, he fed on the mongrel’s shiver and low moans.

Marcus paused as a scuffle was heard over the speaker.

“Fidget! They aren’t letting us go, man! They’re fucking keeping us here forever!”

“Give me back the phone, Violet.”

“Fuck off! I got a right to tell my boy the four- one- one about the shit you pricks are pulling on us, so—“

“Enough, Violet.”

“Gimme back the phone. Kidnapper! Sex slaver! Get your fucking mouth off Marcus’s dick and get with the program, Fidget! ”

“Marcus, I will see you in a half hours time.”

Marcus froze in shock at Orphe’s mongrel’s words. But, it was the soft ‘pop’ of his erection leaving Keita’s mouth, and the heat around his fingers disappearing that shook Marcus back to his senses, not the subtle click of his call with Orphe being disconnected.

“What’s V talking about?” Keita asked, sitting up.

Marcus smiled. Taking in Keita’s wet, reddened lips and flushed face, Marcus pulled his mongrel across his chest, spreading Keita’s legs so the boy straddled him. “I am just as confused as you are,” Marcus lied.

Keita gave him a look of suspicion. “I’m sorry Marcus. I like you and all, and your body is drool worthy and your thingy is, like, wow, and sex with you is hawt. But…um…I can’t live with you forever, but I can stalk you from afar. That’s just as good, right?”

“Of course.” Marcus smoothed the tangled light-blue locks off his mongrel’s forehead. Marcus rubbed Keita’s back until the tension he felt faded from his mongrel’s back. “Did I ever once mention you would be with me permanently?” Marcus knew his little mongrel was gifted with the art of being able to escape from places he did not want to be. And from the report he’d read, if not for the pet Gideon took from Sir Jerico, Keita more than likely would not have been caught when Gideon and Mikhale retrieved Riki and all the others from the planet they found them on. The last thing Marcus needed was his mongrel panicking and trying to runaway.

“Yea, but you haven’t actually said how long my vacation is here with you either.” Ketia frowned. “You’re not lying to me are ya, Marcus?”

“For what reason would I need to speak untruths to a mongrel?” Marcus asked, evading the boy’s question with one of his own.

“I don’t want to be separated from my brother forever.”

“Such a discussion regarding your pet residency is not needed to be worded with you. And despite what the other mongrel stated, nothing is forever.” Marcus leaned up and began kissing Keita’s neck.

“Riki can’t leave,” gasped Keita.

“You are not Riki.” Marcus rolled them over to lie between his mongrel’s legs. However, the situation Riki is in with Iason is the same as yours, Marcus silently added.

“That’s true, and even if you tried and somehow did keep me here, I’d die way before you.”

Marcus froze. “Why would you say something like that?” Marcus demanded looking into Keita’s glazed eyes.

Keita blinked. “ ‘Cause you guys live hella long, right? From what I heard you’ll stay young long after I’ve turned old and gray.”

Such a disturbing thought rattled Marcus. Pulling Keita’s legs over his forearms, Marcus entered Keita, strangely needing the reassurance of the boy’s heat around him. Marcus had never once thought of the mongrel’s mortality, or how—with his genetic enhancements—he would out live the wild little creature in his arms.

“The subject of your ageing is not a concern,” Marcus said after a moment of silence.

“Yea, ‘cause I’m not gonna be here long enough to be hobbling around with a cane for it to be a worry,” moaned Keita, digging his nails into Marcus’s chest and lifting his hips impatiently.

“No.” Because I will find a way for that not to happen. A vow Marcus repeated as he began put pump in and out of his mongrel’s tight sheath, determination in each and every one of Marcus’s thrusts. Blocking out the overwhelming emotions raging though him, Marcus concentrated instead on the scandalous—lewd—words spilling from his mongrel’s lips, and the willing body under him.

oOoOoOo

Sitting back, Aisha wondered about his current situation. He’d been shocked when the demure little mongrel he’d housed transformed. Gone were the coy glances over slim shoulders. The sweet little pet he’d stolen from the streets for his own had disappeared the moment Marcus appeared at his doorstep with his mongrel in tow.

Anger had swiftly followed, however, not once did his silver tipped, light-blue haired mongrel flinch. Instead Aisha had stood transfixed as the boy lifted his chin and with those stormy eyes looked him up and down before spinning on his heels and commanding his fear filled Furniture to ‘fetch him some hooch’.

Aisha’s sweet little pet turned into a silent predator within seconds. The boy’s deception—the sudden switch from innocents to a steel eyed demon, had heated Aisha’s body a hundred fold. His mongrel, Sky, had aroused him with his virgin act, but what Aisha experienced before paled in comparison to what he felt now.

He’d always preferred pets that gave the illusion of weakness. Aisha found Riki amusing—had thought about how it would be like to own such a wild uncontrollable creature, but the thought of dealing with such untamed savageness had turned Aisha away from seeking a mongrel of his own…until Sky had tumbled into his lap.

Before, his mongrel would run to greet him at the door. Aisha would hold the boy in his lap and coax the mongrel to kiss him, to touch him how ever he wanted. And when Sky—whom at the time had gone by his brother’s name—had whispered his fears of being harmed by his strength, had ordered the boy to chain his arms to reassure him.

How foolish he had been. Aisha knew the contribution Sky made to the band of mongrels. Knew the boy created all the weapons on the ship he’d flown in with Riki, and yet Aisha hadn’t been able to get past his first impression he’d had of the mongrel. Thinking that nothing as innocent as the boy who’d kissed him so shyly could be ‘bad’—ignoring the voice whispering in his head that no one who acted as pure as Sky could create such destructive weapons.

And when Aisha demanded an explanation from the boy, the mongrel had once again looked him up and down from the leather sofa he lay upon and seductively whispered if ‘talking’ was what Aisha really wanted to do. The promise of wickedness shining in Sky’s eyes had Aisha surprising himself when he answered that no, words was not what he wanted from Sky.

The mongrel had chuckled darkly, set aside his glass, and brazenly crocked his finger at Aisha.

“How about we play a game?” The mongrel had said as he ran a finger up Aisha’s inner thigh. “You Elites like games, don’t you?”

After Aisha nodded, the boy stood and hooked a finger into the waistband of Aisha’s trousers, leading him into the bedroom whereupon Sky had ordered him to strip and lay on the bed. Aisha wasn’t sure what happened, but before he knew it he found himself tied up in what his mongrel called ‘tortoise shell’. A pattern of diamonds stretched down Aisha’s torso.

The rope hugged him between his legs, around his hips and up his back. Despite his vulnerable position Aisha knew he could break free any time he wanted from his restraints. With his wrists chained above his head, Aisha watched and waited, curious to see what the mongrel would do next.

Standing on the bed, his feet planted on either side of Aisha’s hips, clothed only in a black thong, the mongrel played with the tip of a leather switch he’d purchased for one of his previous pets.

“You have quite an impressive collection of toys, Aisha,” said Sky.

Aisha licked his lips as the boy leaned down, trailing the switch down his chest to his straining member.

“Oh, you like this do you?” The mongrel smirked.

Aisha tensed when the boy pressed the leather switch hard against his testacies.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Sky purred. “I like the play, not the pain.”

Aisha began to pant as the boy held the switch with his teeth, ran his nails down his own chest hard enough to leave marks before slowly hooking his thumbs into the thin band of his thong, stripping out of his small undergarment.

“Normally,” Sky said after removing the switch from his mouth. “I’d stay fully clothed, but all these weeks of playing the virgin with you—always shying away from the final act—has made me impatient.”

“Then come to me,” Aisha ordered, and then hissed in pain as the mongrel brought the switch down hard against his thigh.

“Did I say you could speak?”

Aisha contemplated breaking free of his bonds, but held back. His desire to see what the boy would do next won over the need to punish the boy for his careless daring of striking him.

“Aw, did I hurt you?”

Aisha’s anger faded as the boy tossed the switch to the side before kneeling between his legs, licking the welt forming on his thigh.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Sky asked his voice husky with need. “Tell me. Do you want more?”

“Yes,” answered Aisha when the mongrel began to move away.

“Where do you want me to start? Here?”

Aisha moaned when the boy cupped him.

“Do you want me to stroke you with my hand…or my tongue?” Sky whispered, his hot breath on Aisha’s aching member had Aisha straining against his bonds. The metal groaned in protest.

“Or how about I just pleasure myself and make you watch?”

“In you,” Aisha growled.

“Ah, but that wasn’t one of the options I gave you.”

Despite his tremendous need, and the hisses within his mind telling him to break free and claim the boy, Aisha—once again—held back. Watching in growing fascination as the mongrel sat on his lap, aligning their hot members together. The friction of the rope rubbing against his skin as Sky fisted their stiffen flesh—

“Master? You have a call.” Aisha’s Furniture said from behind his bedroom door.

Aisha felt something akin to panic as his mongrel removed his hand from his shaft.

“Master Rosen?”

“Leave us!” Aisha shouted to his Furniture, and to Sky he ordered, “Stay right where you are.”

“Forgive me, Master, b-but his Excellence wishes a word with you. He said “c-come now”.”

“Looks like play time is over,” Sky said with false sadness.

Aisha watched with heated eyes as the boy rubbed the pearl drop of cum from Aisha’s straining cock and sucked the essence from his finger. Aisha moaned as the boy twirled his pink tongue around his finger.

“Too bad. I would have loved to have tasted more of you,” Sky said as he stepped off the bed and disappeared into the master bath.

Seeing red, Aisha—with a hard yank—freed his arms from the loop holding his chains, destroying his bed frame in the process. Uncaring of the damage, Aisha pulled his shackled wrists apart. The metal no match for his strength as he removed the bands, the rope snapping like thread as he ripped it off his body.

“Master Rosen?”

“Tell Sir Iason I will be right there,” Aisha growled. With one last look the closed doors his mongrel escaped to, Aisha dressed and exited the room. Gaining control over his body, Aisha calmed himself with the promise of finishing the game his little mongrel started later.

TBC…
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