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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: 80 of ?

Edited by Tiamate(´∀｀)♡

~~**Forever Caged**~~

Leaning back against Iason, Riki sighed contentedly as the Blondie’s soapy hands washed his chest. He'd expected Iason to start drilling him for information the second the elevator doors closed, but even though he'd been trapped in the closed confines, his Blondie had said nothing as they had ascended to the top, where home lay.

Riki had been suspicious when Iason had led him to their shared bathroom, and had acted as his servant by gently removing his clothing. He had narrowed his eyes when Iason had tsked at his bruised and bleeding knuckles, and had stiffened when his Blondie had tenderly thumbed the cut on his lip, where one of those Guardian assholes had punched him in the face.

Yet, Iason had not said one word.

The thought had crossed Riki's mind that he might be knocked out, and everything he was experiencing could all be a nice dream.

"No." Iason chuckled. "You are not dreaming."

"I sure as shit hope I am," mumbled Riki, "because if this is reality, and you can now read minds, I don't wanna wake up."

Iason grasped Riki wetly by the chin, turning his head to the side, forcing the mongrel to look at him. "Or you were speaking your thoughts out loud, thus allowing me to comment on them."

Riki jerked his chin out of Iason's grasp. "Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if you did know how to read my—and everyone else's—thoughts."

Iason laughed, the vibration of his merriment creating ripples in the bathwater. "I have enough on my own mind, and do not wish the burden of others’ random thoughts disrupting my schedule."

A glass of golden, bubbly liquid suddenly appeared in front of Riki. Taking it, he sipped the contents, making a face at the strange flavor, but downed the alcohol before handing the glass back to Iason.

"Yeah? Well, I still think this is a dream," Riki said, watching as Iason drank his own glass uncommonly fast before placing both empty flutes on the service table next to them.

"Um? How so?"

Riki closed his eyes as Iason massaged his tense shoulders. "'Cause, you know, you normally would have had me bent over something already, fucking me senseless for breaking my word—which was unintentional I wanna add."

'Punishments', Riki grudgingly admitted—only to himself, that he liked. He sure as hell did not want to think of himself as a masochist, but he couldn't fool himself anymore: when Iason came after him, the shiver of fear and the attention turned him on.

"Breaking your word?" Iason whispered, his hot breath on Riki's shoulder sending shivers down the mongrel’s spine. "Ah, you must mean your curfew, and how you did not answer when I called."

"Yeah, all those things." Riki's head fell back against Iason's chest. "Plus how I got into a justifiable fight, and then announced how I would be taking over Guardian. In all the years I've known you, I was sure you'd be pissed."

"And so you thought that the moment I got you home, I would punish you?"

Although Riki couldn’t see Iason's face, and Iason's voice didn’t change in tone, Riki could hear Iason's laughter. "I did," Riki said.

"Then you would be correct."

The calm and relaxed feeling disappeared in a snap when Iason's thick, muscular thighs suddenly snaked between Riki's legs, spreading them wide, and the tender hands that had been comfortingly massaging his shoulders, grasped both his wrists and held them captive behind his back.

"What the fuck, Iason!" Riki immediately began to struggle, but his movements were just as quickly put a stop to when Iason reprimanded him with a bite to the neck. "Shit!"

"Do I have your attention now?"

"Fuck me, yeah, you have my attention," grumbled Riki. But, even though he complained, his nipples tightened, and cock hardened in anticipation.

"Good." Iason kissed Riki on the temple. "A great deal of damage has been dealt to two of my most profitable factories. Damage done by your mongrel."

Riki's breath hissed through his clenched teeth as Iason licked him behind the ear. "Sounds like a problem you need to talk to Marcus about. Fidget 'belongs' to him, right? So why are you getting all up in my face about it?"

"Ah yes, you are correct. However, while Marcus may own your mongrel friend, he does not control him, whereupon you do."

Riki's laugh came out as more of a moan to his ears as Iason began playing with his nipples. "Shit…" panted Riki. "You must be joking, right? I don't control Fidget anymore than I control the rest of the gang locked up here."

"Fidget is not the only one you need to control," Iason continued to say, pissing Riki off by ignoring his comment. "The violet haired mongrel made a spectacle of himself at a well known club in the harsher parts of Midas."

"Again," Riki moaned, tense and hard with need, his well trained body responding to every little caress of Iason's fingertips, "you should be bringing this shit up with Orphe, not me."

"So you are saying you would rather Marcus, Orphe, Aisha and the others punish your followers? Including Jade? Your seed also assisted in the mayhem tonight. Do you really want Jade—or any of your mongrel crew—to potentially experience the type of punishment you did?" Iason said before taking Riki's earlobe between his lips, sucking.

"Shit," hissed Riki. No, he didn't want his gang getting chained down and abused like he’d been when he’d first gotten to Eos. But his gang was nothing like him, and the other Blondies were nothing like Iason.

If he interfered in any way, he could very well do more harm than good to his boys. But if Iason stepped in and influenced the other pale-headed bastards… No, Riki lifted his chin stubbornly. He'd seen how the Blondies acted around his boys. The last thing Iason would do is fuck with whatever screwed up bond his Blondies had with his mongrels.

Iason tsked. "If you do not bring your mongrel friends to heel, then I find myself with a problem. A problem which extends down to you and how much access you have to the city. I cannot have them destroying my city."

Iason's hand moved—from playfully pinching Riki’s sensitive nipples—down his stomach slowly to caress the delicate hair between his legs, under the water. With every move of Iason's fingers, Riki's breath escalated, and so did his frustration level when the Blondie did nothing more than caress his lower belly. Always coming close to touching his dick, but never doing so.

"S-so you think to what? Blackmail me?" Riki pressed his ass against Iason's hard length. God, he ached. "Doing this to me contradicts the promise you made me of starting fresh."

Iason sighed. "Back and forth this game we play, yes, I know. And while I do want our relationship to ascend past what it once was, one thing will always remain the same."

Riki gasped as Iason finally took his aching shaft in his fist. "Yeah? And what's that?" he asked.

"You belong to me," Iason whispered into Riki's ear. "Yet, there is one thing I'd like to clarify. Normally, yes, I would have ‘punished’ you for your offenses, your inability to do as I say placing you in instances such as this one. However, in order to stay true to my word of how I'd like to take a fresh start, I drugged myself as well."

"Drugged… What?" Riki's head turned sharply to the wine bottle and empty flutes on the service table next to them. "You gave me drugged wine?!"

"Wine? No, I would never tamper with the purity of such a fine collection. The water we bathe in however…"

Riki moaned.

"I have always been curious as to how aphrodisiac would affect an Elite." Iason smiled. "Before your surprising 'transformation', such a thing would be out of the question. However, since your return, I have not needed to hold back my strength as much as I did in the past."

"Sweet, motherfucking, hell…" Riki groaned, as he felt the familiar rising heat of the drug begin to burn through his veins. To make matters worse—or better, Iason began to move his hand over him, stroking him teasingly.

Iason kissed Riki's shoulder. “I mourn how my actions cause our relationship to backslide, however, some habits are hard to break, are they not?"

The horror of Iason's words was slow to penetrate Riki's brain as the fire began to rage within him, but the impact once the knowledge sank in… He barely survived when Iason wanted to seriously screw. Riki knew Iason held himself back those times too, so his Blondie telling him he was bathing them in 'Need-to-Screw' juice had Riki sinking his nails in the flesh of the arm holding his wrists captive, in fearful anticipation.

"If you suffer, so shall I," Iason commented just before Riki felt the tip of Iason's hard cock slowly penetrate him. The size and length stretching him… The pain/pleasure of feeling each inch sink into him and home in on his sweet spot…

Immediately Riki came. Through watery eyes, he gasped for breath as he watched his semen pearl in the water.

"How uncommonly fast of you," snickered Iason.

"Shut up," growled Riki, his body still shuddering from his climax. But his relief was short lived, because all too soon his body began to burn for more.

"Interesting," said Iason as he thrust slowly into Riki. "It seems the drug is inefficient on an Elite if consumed in such a small quantity as I just have. This new product—created in the factory your mongrel friend set fire to—should have been fast acting."

"Thank fucking God—" Riki's eyes widened as the hand Iason had been using to milk him to orgasm reached for a small bottle of bath soap. Riki swallowed audibly. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Iason said calmly, like he didn't have his dick in Riki's ass, sliding it in and out at snail pace.

Licking his lips, Riki watched as Iason emptied the small vial of its contents into the water. He opened his mouth to protest, but what came out were lewd sounds of encouragement—wordless demands for Iason to take him harder and faster.

The sound of the empty bottle echoed as it hit the floor. "Ah, there we go. I can feel it coursing through my veins now."

Riki shouted out as Iason released his wrists, and he felt nails dig into the skin above his pelvic bone just as his Blondie slammed into him harder than ever before. Water splashed over the sides of the tub, and Riki held on to the rim for dear life.

"Yes, now we can begin." Iason chuckled as Riki gasped for breath, breathless himself.

****

Nosler cursed, rubbing the soot from his face as he lit a cigarette. Walking down a darkened alley, Nosler grumbled to himself about finding a new hideout because of that "violent, blue-haired bastard" until he reached the meeting point with the Ghost.

Considered to be a one of the biggest hard asses in Ceres, Nosler thanked the gods he had not told his men about where he was going, or with whom he was setting out to meet, because, at the moment, anything or anyone could jump out and scare the shit out of him. Nosler and his gang lived in the deep part of Ceres, but where he was now… No one went in this part of the district.

Nosler took a long, nervous drag from his cigarette, stopping in front of an abandoned shop… Hell, every building in this part of the city was abandoned. Being the forgotten children of Jupiter, mongrels had to ration as many resources as they could; water and electricity being two of them. So this part of Ceres had been shut down. Those who ventured here learned quickly that, yes, there were worst places to live in Ceres than where they did.

Nosler jumped as a rat scurried across his foot, the rodent stopping to stare at him with its shining, beady, red eyes before hissing at him and running off into the never-ending shadows.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Nosler brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling.

"You should be careful. Those things can kill you."

Choking on smoke, Nosler spun around, nearly tripping on his own feet to face the smooth voice behind him. Coughing, sick from swallowing smoke, Nosler tossed his cigarette to the ground and tried to catch his breath.

A deep, attractive soft chuckle filled the night between Nosler and the black-garbed stranger standing tall before him. The red glow from his burning cigarette vanished under the heel of the man Nosler could only guess had to be the Ghost, the mongrel whispered amongst mongrels. A mongrel many thought to only be a myth. A figment of someone’s imagination used to scare newbies in order to keep them out of this section of the city.

However, there were a handful of mongrels, like him, who knew the Ghost wasn't just a story. Who knew that if there was a problem—a danger that threatened life in Ceres, then there was a chance the Ghost would come and help. So Nosler had left a note at the shop he now stood in front of, and when he had come back, a new note had been lying with a date and time.

"You must be the only man I know in Ceres who doesn't smoke," Nosler muttered, peering in the dark at the stranger. However, as the man, the Ghost, stepped forward, Nosler annoyingly saw he was wearing a black hood over his head, shielding the upper part of his face from his sight.

Pink lips tilted upwards, but he had a feeling the man found no humor in his remark.

"Those little stress-relieving sticks have a notable odor. I'm a man who likes to surprise people, so smoking is a habit I will not find myself picking up."

Nosler swallowed audibly at the glint off a snarling beast decorating the handle of one of the blades strapped to the hooded Ghost's chest, shining in the light of the twin moons. "Yeah… Everyone likes surprises…" Nosler sure as hell wouldn't want to see this man coming at him. The Ghost was a fighter: even though Nosler couldn't distinguish his face, he could see his body; although slim, the Ghost had impressively defined muscles, outlined in the tight, black shirt the man wore, even in the darkness.

Although the Ghost didn't move, the man had an uncommon grace in his motions, something Nosler'd only seen in one other mongrel: Riki… which scared the shit out of Nosler.

"Have you finished your study of me? The tone in your note seemed urgent."

Nosler nodded. "Yeah. We got a fucked up situation in Ceres. Mongrels have been disappearing left and right, and we don't know what the fuck is going on. I just found out that Riki, this hard-ass mongrel from a gang called Bison, is about to go rain bloody murder if we don't lock down Ceres and find out who’s taking our kind. And if word from his man—some fucking lunatic named Sky—is true, then Riki has the power and connections to fuck us up the ass if we don't get this problem solved—Wait!" Nosler shouted when the Ghost turned and began walking away.

"If Riki is involved, then you have no need of me," the man said. "Riki does have the power, and the connections. He will get to the bottom of your troubles."

Floored, Nosler stood there gaping for a second before calling out to the Ghost again. "We don't have enough time to wait for Riki!" Nosler still didn't quite understand how the man could have so much confidence in Riki—like there was something the Ghost knew about Riki no one else did. "I have men whose pairing partners have been taken. Good men who are frantic to find their loved ones. The longer we wait, the more likely those taken men won’t come back alive!"

Nosler sighed in relief when the Ghost stopped.

"How many pairing partners have been kidnapped?"

"S-seven," Nosler stuttered, unnerved by the sudden, deadly tensing of the Ghost's body. The temperature seemed to have dropped. "So far, from what I know, seven mates have been taken, but dozens have been reported missing. We've done all we can, and if we all sit back and wait for Riki, they'll surely be dead by then."

Nosler nervously stiffened when the Ghost pulled the hood off his head. Dark wavy hair swayed in the night’s breeze, and when the Ghost turned, Nosler was left breathless at the beauty that greeted him… until he looked into the man's eyes. Nosler took a few steps back. Cold, almond-shaped, copper-flecked eyes glared dangerously at him.

"How long have they been missing?"

Nolser licked his lips. "Four of them have disappeared less than a week ago. The other three, it's been two weeks. The rest?" Nosler winced. "It's been months…"

"Riki has much to do before he can be of aid to Ceres personally…" the Ghost muttered, more to himself, Nosler gathered, before turning and walking away again.

"Wait!" Nosler called out. "We need your help!"

"And help is what I will give you," the Ghost's soft voice replied.

Nosler squinted, trying to follow the Ghost with his eyes, but failing as the darkness engulfed the man. "How will I find you again?!"

A humorless laugh sounded, seeming to come from different angles and sending a shiver down Nosler's spine.

"It is not you who will find me, but I who will find you…"

TBC…

AN: the Ghost is Morphious's child :) Morp contacted me with an interesting idea, one that I liked very much. The Ghost--whose name I will reveal later-- is her baby. She's graciously allowed me to gleefully poke at him with a stick and mess up his hair and life so that the other kids in FC would like him... or not like him ;q So thank you Morphious for letting me to traumatize your brain child. I'll make sure not to kill him :D
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