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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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Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter (It's been so long that I forgot how to add a chapter here, and I kept messing up when trying to log on) I hope you like this chapter, and thank you to those of you that reviewed! Much love to ya!

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: 79 of ?
Edited by Tiamate(´∀｀)♡

~~**Forever Caged**~~

Head lowered, Lilly, fearful, exited the bathroom suite he shared with Mikhale. Having been rushed past Riki when they returned, and up to the apartment, Lilly had mumbled his pardons and escaped with the excuse of needing to wash the grime from his body.

He'd expected Mikhale to join him in the shower… but, stressfully enough, Mikhale had not. The gentleness his Blondie showed him… Lilly did not know what to make of it. Mikhale had promised him they would start anew, yet the terrifying way Mikhale had strode up to him…

Mikhale was not one to play games. Lilly knew that if Mikhale said something, he was telling the truth. It was when Mikhale did not say anything that Lilly became afraid, and Mikhale had not uttered a word to him since retrieving him in Ceres.

"You took your time."

Startled, Lilly looked up and swallowed. The sight of Mikhale in a dressing robe, his muscular chest completely bare to his eyes, seated upon the silk upholstered bedside bench, both frightened and aroused Lilly.

"Come." Mikhale beckoned Lilly to him.

Lilly hesitated.

"You have nothing to fear from me, Lilly," Mikhale said softly.

"Don't I?" Lilly whispered, surprising himself with his bravery towards Mikhale. For so long his Blondie had tormented him, had trained him not to broadcast his gift because of the attention it might bring—even though Lilly had indeed used it when performing. But even in that case he’d never used it to the extent that anyone would actually notice… Not like he had tonight, dosing Mongrels by the dozen

Mikhale stood, and Lilly couldn’t stop himself in time from taking a step back.

"Where is the spirit I saw earlier?" Mikhale asked, his tone edged, warning Lilly not to take another step away.

Lilly bit his lip. If he spoke, he might accidentally reveal Riki's plans…

Mikhale's smile was cold. "Is it because you do not wish to betray Riki? Or the true reason as to why you were in Ceres?"

Trembling, Lilly remained silent, even knowing that Mikhale could—and had every right to, as his master—punish him for doing so.

Mikhale sighed. "Come here, Lilly."

Hands fisting the sides of his robe, Lilly looked at the outstretched hand Mikhale offered him. His heart beating painfully in his chest, Lilly, with stiff limbs, took the necessary steps and placed his hand in Mikhale's larger palm.

Lilly's rapid heartbeat roared in his ears as Mikhale yanked him into his arms. "If I give you my word not to speak of the secrets you may have, of what you were doing tonight, will you tell me, please?"

Glancing up in surprise, Lilly sputtered his reply, "I… I… It's not… " Lilly did want to tell Mikhale. Not just because of the possibility that he could be punished otherwise, but because Mikhale actually asked. For an Elite—a Blondie Elite—to ask for anything…

Blondies did not ask. They ordered. They demanded. And they most definitely did not say 'please'.

"I will keep this information to myself, and even offer my assistance should you need it. A Blondie is a powerful thing to have in one’s corner." Mikhale smiled.

Conflicted, Lilly stared up at Mikhale helplessly. "I gave my word to Riki…"

Mikhale caressed Lilly's cheek. "And a man never goes back on his word."

Lilly gulped as he saw how tightly clenched Mikhale's jaw suddenly became. "I'm sorry…"

"There is no need for you to apologize to me," Mikhale said as he leaned down, kissing Lilly fully on the lips. "I will respect the loyalty you have towards Riki."

Lilly exhaled in relief.

"However, I will have my questions answered, so I will be speaking to Riki. I will not have you involved—"

"Don't!" Lilly looked Mikhale square in the eyes. "Please, don't get in my w-way. I need this more than you can ever know." Lilly struggled to try and find the words to express what drove him to help Riki.

"If you want me to trust you, or truly have me believe that we’re starting over, then please don't take this away from me… " Reaching up, Lilly cupped Mikhale's face with trembling hands. "I was born a pet—a slave—but I was given freedom, and raised as a free man."

"You are not free," Mikhale stated. "This is one thing I cannot give you. I will not have you hurt."

Smiling, Lilly removed his hands from Mikhale's face and pushed the Blondie backwards until he sat down on the bedside bench again. Brave, Lilly straddled Mikhale, and wrapped his arms around the Blondie’s neck.

"I know, but you can give this to me." Lilly stared imploringly at Mikhale. "Being part of Riki's 'team'—helping him accomplish something so important… It makes me happy. The misfortune of being hurt is part of that happiness. Being out there tonight… Being accepted and treated like one of them… I felt alive and useful."

Lilly held Mikhale's gaze. "I want to be more than your pet or some pretty accessory on your arm. Let me have this."

Lilly held firm, not breaking eye contact with Mikhale. He wanted to go back out with the gang again desperately, but Lilly refused to beg.

Finally, after what seemed to have been forever, Mikhale answered him. "I will not interfere unless absolutely necessary."

"And Riki?" Lilly asked, coyly slipping his hands past the lapels of Mikhale's robe, caressing his smooth chest.

Mikhale hissed a breath. "I will speak to Riki."

"But—" Lilly's lips were captured, and when they were released from Mikhale's passionate kiss, it took Lilly a long minute before his mind could remember what they'd been discussing.

"Riki," Mikhale said, as he slowly lifted the back of Lilly's robe, "saw us exit our vehicle tonight. The mongrel will have quickly pieced together that his plan—whatever it may be—had been compromised the moment I, Iason, and the rest of us, came to bring the lot of you home."

Lilly's head fell back as Mikhale's fingers slipped between his cheeks and caressed the entrance of his body. "W… What about Iason?" rasped Lilly. "Will you tell him?"

Mikhale's fingers stopped their loving attention, and reappeared to press against Lilly's lips, silently demanding entrance. Only when Lilly had opened his mouth, and begun twirling his tongue around those digits, did Mikhale speak.

"I have no need to inform Iason of what his pet does. My only concern is for you, and if stomping around in the wild with a bunch of savages makes you happy, then I will do my best to accommodate your needs."

While Mikhale spoke, he'd removed his fingers from Lilly's mouth and inserted them into Lilly's willing body. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched Lilly's body in a pleasurable/painful way that left Lilly breathless for more.

By the time Mikhale finished speaking, every inch of his hard organ was buried deep within Lilly's trembling form.

Molding his body against Mikhale's, Lilly held on, burying his hands into the wealth of the Blondie’s soft blond hair as the sweet torment of his master’s deep thrusts became harder and more intense.

Purposefully, Lilly breathed heavily into Mikhale's ear, knowing how it turned his Blondie on; it was the only thing he was capable of doing anyway. After discovering when he used his skills as a performing pet hurt Mikhale—regardless of the fact that it was Mikhale's own fault his ability as a pet was so superb—Lilly didn’t use his ‘talent’ when he and his Elite were intimate. Lilly didn’t want Mikhale to be in any kind of pain.

Unable to keep his voice contained and knowing Mikhale loved it when he let loose, Lilly shouted out as the electrifying friction between their bodies heightened to uncontrollable levels.

Desperate for release, Lilly reached between their sweat slick bodies and began to stroke himself. Kissing Mikhale, he bit the Blondie's lip to urge his mouth open, growling a little when Mikhale did not immediately do comply to his silent order. The only time Lilly ever demanded anything was when he was at the edge, and ready to fall over.

Strong hands squeezed the globes of Lilly's ass, and continued to lift and impale him repeatedly until Lilly cried out with a sob, the hot nectar of his release coating his fist. Not long after, Lilly shuddered as he felt Mikhale unload in heated spurts into him.

Blissfully sated, Lilly weakly slumped against Mikhale, his head resting on his Blondie's chest, and, content, listened to the Elite’s rapid heartbeat. "Wonderful…"

"Just wonderful?" Mikhale chuckled.

"I thought Blondies were above seeking praise?" Lilly joked.

"It all depends on whom we seek praise from."

Lilly stiffened as he felt Mikhale brush the hair away from his unprotected throat. He tilted Lilly's chin to the side, kissing him on the neck where the fading scar of his bite mark marred his skin.

Mikhale had not bitten him since their first time back together on the ship, when Mikhale had recaptured him, and his Elite had promised he would never do it again, ever. Not when the Blondie could claim his body in bed… But the fear, the memory of the pain…

"I have much to make up for, don't I?" Mikhale whispered against Lilly's neck.

Leaning away, Lilly answered Mikhale honestly, "Yes, you do."

"It is nice to see your tongue has become braver," Mikhale said dryly.

Still connected to Mikhale, Lilly slowly squeezed his muscles around Mikhale’s reawakened cock. "I can do many things with my tongue..." Lilly carefully said.

Mikhale tucked a lock of hair behind Lilly's ear, and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "Maybe you can show me just exactly what techniques you know?"

Excited at the wicked thought of taking the lead for the first time, in bed, Lilly completely removed his robe. "I might be more than you can handle."

Aqua eyes twinkled with humor. "If in any way you prove to be, then I will grant you one boon in which you can demand anything—within reason."

"Within reason," replied Lilly. From him an intoxicating scent flowed, and in it was mixed his desire for Mikhale. "I've discovered that I like playing to win." He pushed the Elite back until the upper part of his Blondie lay on the bed.

"Then by all means play, my pet," Mikhale huskily whispered, "and let us see who ends up on top."

Sliding up and down slowly on Mikhale's erection, Lilly nibbled on his Blondie's lower lip. "Yes, let us see who does..."

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Entering his quiet, dark apartment, Katze silently made his way to the office he shared with Raoul.

From within the folds of his coat, Katze revealed the box he'd discovered, hoping the lie he'd spoken to Iason had been believed. He had spoken only a few words with the fearsome Tanagura Syndicate leader, and had given up the books he'd found… But the box…

Katze wanted—no, needed—to know first what was in it. He did not know why, but something within him screamed to keep whatever was inside a secret. To keep it safe and away from Elite eyes… to the point that he'd lied to Iason for the first time.

Katze gulped at the punishment he would receive if Iason discovered his deception, and hoped the Blondie had been too focused on Riki to pay him much mind.

"You're home late."

Slowly, hoping not to draw attention, Katze covered the box as he turned to face Raoul. "There were a few complications tonight, but nothing you need to worry about."

The tired Blondie smiled. "From you, I never need to stress like the others."

"Predictable, am I?" Katze asked walking up to Raoul.

"Cautious would be a better description," Raoul corrected, caressing Katze's cheek. "Something the other mongrels have yet to learn. And while Riki seems capable of being careful, his temper still gets him in trouble."

"I'm assuming you’ve heard about tonight’s excitement?" Purposely, Katze rested a hand on Raoul's hip and leaned suggestively close.

Raoul looked at him strangely, and Katze hid his uncomfortable wince behind a pleasant smile. Having never tried—or thought—to seduce someone before, and his inexperience already previously noted by Raoul, Katze only hoped the Blondie would play along.

"How much excitement was there tonight?" Raoul slowly asked, embracing him.

From his past experiences with Raoul, Katze knew he didn't need to do very much to entice the Blondie. Manipulation was a skill all Furniture learned when dealing with spoiled pets—a skill Katze had honed sharply in the black market; however, applying those skills on an Elite was dangerous, and—with Raoul—backfired every time.

"Enough to seriously make me wish I had some down time," Katze said honestly. "Today was a very tiring and stressful day." Katze sighed and pressed his chest against Raoul… and that was all he did. Having never taken the initiative, Katze felt too uncomfortable to do more. From the entertained smirk on Raoul's face, Katze could see the Blondie was going to do anything to help him along in his 'seduction'.

"I also had a very taxing day."

Katze glared at Raoul's back as the Blondie turned away from him, sitting in a large cushioned chair next to the very thing he did not want the Elite anywhere near. "Why don't we go out?" Katze smiled.

"I thought you were tired?" Raoul said.

"We all have to eat," Katze replied tightly.

Raoul's head turned towards the desk.

Katze quickly took a step forward. "Or we could stay in and do something else."

Raoul looked back at Katze. "Oh? Do you have anything in mind?" Raoul said, patting his knee in a way that offended Katze. "Come, and let’s talk about it."

Katze stayed where he stood.

"No?" Raoul grinned.

Stiffly, when Raoul started turning his attention back to the box Katze had hastily covered, the nervous red head walked to the Blondie and sat on his knee.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Raoul grinned.

Actually, it was. Katze tried to stand.

Raoul held onto him tightly. "Are you going to end our game so soon? And here I assumed the items you're trying to hide from me were important. Your actions also make me wonder if what you're keeping me from seeing, you want to keep secret from Iason as well."

"And if I do?"

"Then I just ask that you include me in your findings for conversational purposes. I give you my word nothing of what you reveal will ever be exposed to Iason."

Katze stared down at the hand Raoul rested on his leg. It began to slide back and forth on his thigh. "And if I do not wish to share?"

Raoul undid the top buttons of Katze's shirt. Kissing him on the neck, Raoul said, "I am not above taking a bribe or two."

Katze shivered as the tip of Raoul's tongue trailed a pleasurable path to the hollow of his throat. The hand caressing his thigh moved higher up his leg."And h-how"—Katze swallowed—"would you like to seal this deal of yours?"

The sound of Katze's pants zipper answered his question.

Raoul chuckled against his neck. "I have an idea."

Fisting the edges of Raoul's white lab coat, Katze’s mouth slanted over his, kissing the Blondie as deeply and hard as he had taught him. A large hand reached into his pants and worked his flesh until Katze cried out against Raoul's mouth, and spilled his essence between their two bodies.

"Now it's my turn," Raoul huskily whispered.

Though dazed eyes, Katze watched as Raoul stripped him of his pants—single-handedly—and uncovered his own straining erection to the ex-Furniture’s eyes. Prompt to straddle the Blondie, Katze gasped when Raoul used his spunk—still warm from his body—as lubricant, and entered him with two fingers.

Katze arched into Raoul, his breaths exhaled in hot puffs as the Blondie massaged his prostate with long fingers. Hard and aching once again, Katze whispered his need for more—for something else that only Raoul could give him.

The sound of ripping cloth filled the air, and Katze’s bare skin pressed against Raoul's chest at the same time as he was filled to the point he tried to escape the Blondie’s hold, but he was held tightly until every sweet inch was seated deeply within him.

Wrapping his arms around Raoul's neck, Katze followed the Blondie's pace and moved his hips up, dull nails digging into the globes of his ass as his lover slammed him down on his lap repeatedly.

Sweat glistened on their skin, and a chorus of moans rang sweetly in the room. Without a single touch to his dick, Katze came. His climax made him squeeze around Raoul's thick thrusting rod, causing the Blondie to shout out, and shudder violently.

Full, and deliciously content, Katze slumped against Raoul. Tired, he closed his eyes and, listening to Raoul's furious heartbeat, drifted off. Only to be roughly shaken awake.

"I believe I said I wouldn't be above taking a bribe or two," Raoul said. "You did not think I would be satisfied with just one taste, did you?"

Now wide awake, Katze glared at Raoul. "I don't recall ever agreeing to your 'suggestion'."

The Blondie laid him onto the carpeted floor, removing both of their destroyed clothing before looming over him. "I received my answer, not from your lips, but from something a little more honest."

Katze narrowed his eyes at the smug Blondie. "And how much 'honesty' will you be seeking from me? I have a feeling that after your second 'bribe' payment, you'll still demand more."

"Mm." Raoul kissed Katze gently as he pressed his hips—and the hardness between his legs—onto his mongrel’s thigh. "How well you know me."

Falling prisoner to his Blondie’s caresses, Katze forgot about the box and the mysteries possibly lying inside, and held onto him as Raoul swept reality away and sent him back to paradise.

TBC…
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