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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: 81 of ?
Edited by Tiamate(´∀｀)♡

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Opening his eyes a slit, Riki yawned and scratched the back of his head, then groaned when he tried to move.

“Fuck…” Riki hissed an exhaled breath hit by the sensation of needles stabbing his cramped legs. “This is the last time I ever sleep like this.”

His hard mattress rumbled with annoying laughter. The vibration shot ripples of pain throughout Riki’s lower body. Strong hands stopped him from rolling away, and began to massage the stiffness from his thighs.

"I, on the other hand, find your current position to be extremely satisfying," Iason said smugly.

"Yeah, that's because you're not the one in pain," Riki muttered.

"I believe we both entertained an equal amount of pain last night, did we not?" Iason molded and squeezed Riki's ass.

Lifting his head from Iason's chest, Riki glared at the Elite. "It never fails to amaze me how perverted you bastards are."

"You seemed to have enjoyed my 'perversion' last night," Iason grinned.

Riki tried to act cool about the whole thing, but the delightful hum of his body—despite his wake-up pains—and Iason's obvious happiness erased any sarcastic comebacks Riki meant to say.

Repositioning himself so that he lay between Iason's legs, Riki felt up his Blondie’s smooth pale skin, before coming to a stop upon his muscular pecks, and rested his chin on the back of his hands

"We were pretty wild, weren't we?" Riki said, returning Iason's grin. "I was beginning to think you were going to pass out at one point."

"You mean like you did?" Iason said, raising a pale brow.

Riki humphed. "A man's body can only take so much, and you love to push the limits when it comes to screwing me. I'd like to see how long you'd last if it were me fucking you."

"Would you like to try?" Iason asked.

Surprised, Riki's head shot up, and he stared at Iason, rendered speechless for a second. “You'd let me?"

Iason chuckled. "No."

Riki exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he’d been holding. "Then why the hell did you ask?"

"Because it amused me to do so," said Iason.

"Happy to be of service to you," Riki sarcastically replied. Shoving Iason's helpful, and wandering, hands off his ass, Riki slid off his chest but allowed his Blondie to tuck him snuggly in the crook of his arm.

His head rested comfortably on Iason's shoulder. A leg thrown over his Blondie's waist, and an arm around the Elite's chest, content, Riki sighed and smiled. "This is nice… You should dope up more often. I don't think we've ever had a morning where you didn't hold me down, or where you weren't rushing off to some meeting."

Iason grunted gracelessly, and brushed a tangled lock from Riki's forehead. "The amount of alcohol, my curiosity topped with desire for you, and the concentrated aphrodisiac, conjured a part of myself I will not reveal ever again."

"Really?" Riki grinned wickedly. "You had me convinced you loved it. You sure talked—" Iason tugged sharply on his hair, making him laugh.

Iason glared at Riki. "I'd prefer not to be reminded of that part of my actions last night."

"What?" Riki smirked. "Not so fun when the shoe’s on the other foot, huh? Shit, I think we should partake in this kind of narcotic exchange once a month, despite the near-death fuck fest that comes with it."

Removing Riki's leg and arm from around him, Iason sat up. "You would like that, wouldn't you? Feeling a bit smug from the backfire of my 'trick', are you?"

Riki snorted, and ran his index finger down Iason's finely sculptured chest when the Blondie loomed over him. "Don't get your fancy feathers ruffled just because your plan exploded in your face. And, yeah, I would like it if we did this again. Who knew you were hiding so much from me…"

"Likewise," responded Iason. "The disappearance of mongrels is disturbing, and does need immediate attention. Regardless of who the victims are, or where they inhabit my city, this is an insult to me and a challenge to my authority."

"Meaning the fucker didn't come to you and get your ‘okay’ to swipe my people, right?" Riki unconsciously dig his nails into Iason's side. "I bet it would have been a different story if it had been some rich dick from Midas that had been kidnapped, or an Elite."

"Yes," Iason said bluntly. "If this person preying on those in Ceres had targeted people from the genteel areas, an alarm would have gone out the second word came of a disappearance. No Elite would have allowed themselves to be captured."

Riki let the rage and unfairness of Iason's statement roll off his shoulders. He had the Elite in his corner, it was all that mattered. And it also meant he had his Blondie's formidable power at his disposal.

"So you're cool with the shit I'm really doing? You're not pissed I used the excuse of an Elite being targeted for assassination to go out into the city?" Iason moved over him, and Riki automatically spread his legs to accommodate the Elite's girth, and rested his hands on the Blondie's naked hips.

"Am I upset you withheld the fact you know who the assassin is and you conversed with him? Or are you asking if I am displeased you will not tell me his name?"

"So, what? Is that a yes or no answer, or a ‘to be determined later’?" Riki grinned. "And it's not like you got a right to be pissed at me anyway. You fucking confronted Jupiter, and have been plotting shit behind my back with Katze."

"Information I would have imparted with you on a later date," Iason calmly said, as if to imply he never entertained a single thought of keeping it from Riki.

"Yeah," Riki said dryly, "and I bet you would also have shared with me whatever was in the box you saw Katze try to slip by you, right?"

Iason kissed Riki, and, speaking against his lips, said, "As much as you would have revealed what intelligence your mongrels gathered in my city, and in Ceres."

Riki and Iason exchanged humored smiles. Neither of them upset in the least by the seemingly distrustful conversation they were having.

"You gonna leave me and my boys alone to do what we need to do?" Riki asked, caressing Iason's ripped abdomen with the back of his fingertips. "Or do I havta take a rule outta your book, and blackmail you by letting it slip to your Blondie buddies about how you—Ohpf!"

Riki struggled for breath when Iason suddenly dropped, weighing him down with his body.

"Ah, forgive me," Iason smiled, lifting himself up on his forearms. "I was overcome by the gravitational pull in the room, and lost my balance."

"Gravitational pull, my ass," Riki grumbled, glaring at Iason. "Truce, deal? Same set of rules still applies. I'll find the assassin, and talk him down. Maybe I can cut a deal with him and get you the name of the client who hired him. How’s that for ya? Good?"

"You will also keep me up to date of everything that transpires amongst your other fellow mongrels in Ceres," Iason informed him.

"Yeah, sure, just like you'll tell me everything you'll be doing while I'm gone, right?" Riki wrapped his legs around Iason's waist, and kissed the Blondie on the side of the neck. "Oh, and lay off pealing the skin off Katze's ass about the box, ’kay? If our boy had the balls not to tell you about its existence, it probably means he wants to take a real good look at it first."

"And if I refuse?" Iason asked as he rocked his hips.

"Learn to give a little," Riki rasped, rubbing his hardened shaft against Iason. "Shit, you would think I had enough—especially with how hard, hot and heavy we went at it last night till early this morning."

"This just proves your thirst for me is just as unquenchable as mine is for you," Iason whispered, slipping into the moist heat of Riki's body.

"We have a long day ahead of us," moaned Riki, shivering as Iason scraped a dull nail across his sensitive nipple.

"What harm could come about if we linger for another hour or so?" Iason said thrusting deeply into him.

Riki cried out as Iason hit his sweet spot with extreme precision. "Yeah, it's not like anyone will be out so early in the morning, right?"

Wrapping his arms around Iason's neck, Riki swallowed his Blondie's reply with his lips and allowed his lover to sweep him away from reality, drowning himself in the pleasure only Iason could give him.

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Winking at the bellhop, Rio whistled as he skipped out of another hotel in the upper-class section of Midas. Flicking his long black hair off his shoulder as he stepped onto the sidewalk.

With a little skip to his walk, Rio withdrew a list from his back pocket and marked off the hotel’s name from it. "Mission… closer to accomplishment than yesterday."

Rio sighed, his happy attitude dimmed slightly with depression. He hated long missions. He liked the 'Bam! Got'em!' contracts where all he did was go up to a target and shoot them in the head. Or the leg then the head, depending on his mood.

The morning was beginning to feel like a bust. Rio thought it would have been a matter of minutes pretending to be Riki before the top Blondie sent peeps to investigate who he was, and why he’d been identifying himself as Riki. Boy, had he been wrong…

Besides the disgusted sneers from shop owners, and big shots in the city Rio had 'accidentally' ran into while pretending to be Riki, the people seemed to fear the black haired mongrel’s lover too much to confront him.

How utterly boring…

Regardless of the snobbish sniffs of contempt, everyone waited on him hand and foot. Rio had at first thought he'd have to mouth off and tell people who he was, but people knew who Riki was even if they’d never met him.

But whether they were scared of Riki or of the Blondie who had a hold on his black haired friend, Rio wasn't quite sure yet. Fuck, he knew how powerful the dude, Iason Mink, was. But, Riki was a scary motherfucker too.

People seemed to hate Riki, but normally if given the chance to rat out someone you despise, you'd take it. Rio had been an absolute dick to everyone he came in contact with and yet no one seemed to wanna tattle on him.

How the hell was he going to get to his target if he didn't get noticed? "I should have just stayed home," Rio mumbled.

He could be counting cards at some plush casino and fighting off goons who thought to jump him in a dark parking lot so they could steal his winnings. But no… He had to listen to Luke cry about how worried he was because his gang got snatched up by the Tanagura Syndicate.

That and the contract to kill the Elite was too much to ignore… Mostly he came because of the contract… Probably eighty percent was because of the money… Fifteen percent was out of curiosity because he'd never seen or heard about Elites, and the rest was maybe concern for Riki and the gang.

Rio was never much for sentiments.

A low whistle captured Rio's attention. It was a sound out of place amongst the upper-crust silver-spooners crowding the sidewalk around him. Simple whistling was probably something they viewed as too far under their station. And as they turned their collective heads in his direction with disgust, thinking he did it, Rio gave them all a smile and a wink.

Turning in the direction the sound had come from, Rio narrowed his black eyes. "You callin' me?" Walking closer to the guy—who had managed to find the only shadowy corner to hide from the mid-morning light—Rio halted the moment he saw the dude.

Rio was a lover just as much as he was a fighter. He loved his women just as equally as he loved his men. He knew what he liked, and the face in the shadows was one Rio would have whipped out the charm for, with the goal of looking at it while he fucked the body it was attached to.

But, hormones aside, his brain—the one between his legs and in his head—screamed in warning. So much so that Rio had already turned his body in a defensive manner and his hand rested at his navel, inches away from the flat-handled blade strapped to his chest.

The handsome man gave Rio a look over, and if he hadn't been trained so well in keeping all types of distractions at bay, his tight pants would have become even tighter.

The stranger frowned and took a step out of the shadows. Rio's fingertips touched his weapon.

Dark eyes with attractive copper flecks bore into him, and Rio made quick work of going through his checklist of taking the guy's profile down. Six feet tall with an inch or two tacked on. Dark brown hair, neatly combed back. Streaks of red highlights in the sun, eliminating a bit of the man’s deadly air.

A muscular body that told Rio the dude could do damage with his fists in a fight, but not muscular enough that Rio thought the guy could overpower him.

The man stepped back into the shadows. "I thought you were someone else." Turning, he began to walk away.

It wasn't the kind of 'catch' Rio wanted, but he was too curious to release the guy from his line and castoff for the right kind of 'fish' he sought. If he wanted anything from the man, he'd have to give a little to get a little.

"Who did you think I was?" Rio called out. "Riki?"

The stranger stopped. "You know Riki?"

Rio grinned. "Sure know him. Dark, sexy stud with a pretty face, a hot temper with antisocial tendencies."

"I know who Riki's friends are, and you are not one of them," the stranger said softly. "Why should I believe you?"

Rio gave the man his most charming smile. "Why? I give you the word of a Sedinan that everything I said was the truth—" Reacting in pace with the man, Rio whipped out his blade second the stranger revealed his own weapon.

"Sedinans are all murderers and thieves," the man hissed, "the only time they speak the truth is when they whisper it in your ear after they've stabbed you in the back."

"We don't steal from everyone we kill," muttered Rio not denying the man's other statement. He did like to tell his targets about himself before he killed them. It was therapeutic. He had a very stressful job, and his career choice did not come with very many health benefits.

But, what surprised him was how the dude knew about his people to react the way he had. Rio had known jack-shit about the people of Amoi—his world being galaxies away from this planet—and yet this Amoian looked like he'd done battle with the good ol' boys and girls of Sedi.

Rio wondered if the guy knew about Gilesse—the assassin training world. When the man withdrew another wicked lookin' blade from the folds of his long coat, Rio had a feeling the dude did.

"I got no beef with you, buddy," Rio said as he walked closer to the stranger and deeper into the alley, hoping whoever was passing by wouldn't look his way. He wanted to be noticed, but if he had to kill the guy, Rio didn't wanna end up in jail. Barred cells pissed him off, which could lead to him killing people he couldn't make a profit from.

He was a 'no shoes, no service' kinda guy, with a ‘leave the money on the nightstand or else’ mentality. Rio didn't like getting his hands dirty if he didn't have to. The less clean-up crap he had to do, the better, because getting rid of bodies was a pretty difficult thing to do in unfamiliar territory.

"We do," coldly disagreed the stranger, "if your target is Riki."

"Hey, now!" Rio shouted when the man attacked. A chorus of steel sang as blades came together in a deadly dance for blood and dominance.

One of the man’s blades disappeared back into the folds of his coat. With his freed hand, the guy shackled Rio’s sword arm. Rio had only a heartbeat to deflect and capture his zealous attacker's downward strike.

Muscles strained in a locked battle to determine the final moments of who would live and who would die, Rio stared into the unemotional, copper-flecked eyes of the stranger trying to gut him… So Rio kicked him in the nuts.

"Fuck!" Rio shouted as the both of them jumped away from each other. "What the hell do you have in there? Steel balls, or something?" Rubbing his bruised knee, Rio backed further away.

"One must always be prepared for everything." But Rio could see his hit had still hurt the guy.

"Look, I am Riki's friend. I met him over a month ago when my crew picked his sick ass up on this planet getting attacked," Rio said slowly holstering his blade as a sign of good faith. "I'm not here to hurt him or do anything bad to him."—Planning to kidnapping the mongrel didn't count—"I'm just trying to find a way to talk to him, and thought that by dressing up like him I'd get picked up and questioned out of curiosity by Riki's main squeeze."

"And you think you'd see Riki if your plan were to work?"

Rio grinned at the 'you must be stupid' tone the man used. "The goal is to get into Eos, and what better way than pretending to be Riki?" Hell, seeing Riki was a plus. All Rio wanted was to get into Eos, which would get him closer to his target.

"I am not one to interfere with one of your kind," the stranger said, his hand tightening around the handle of his blade. "However, if you are lying to me about Riki—"

"It's not Riki." Rio rolled his eyes when the guy stared at him with cold suspicion. "Would you believe me if I told you the real reason I want in there is because I wanna kill an Elite? And making sure Riki is in perfect health is just an added bonus?"

The stranger hesitated for a split second before holstering his weapon. "I hope the Elite you speak of is not Iason Mink."

"And if it was?"

"Then you'll fail, and anyone who's involved in this scheme of yours will die too. If you anger Sir Mink enough, he might even locate your home world and exterminate all of them as well."

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine," muttered Rio, annoyed at how the guy talked as if he already fell short of success.

Rio watched as the man pulled the hood of his coat over his pretty head and began walking away from him. "Who are you?" Rio called out.

"Talking to you is pointless. If you continue with your plan, regardless whether your target is Iason or not, you are already dead. The Syndicate does not take threats to their own lightly. And if by some miracle you escape detection, she will not rest until you are within her grasp."

She?

Rio sighed as the man disappeared. Looking past the fact that the dude tried to take a peek of his insides, Rio still thought the guy was fuckable.

"I should have asked for his number," Rio grumbled. Everything the guy had warned him about, he shrugged it off. He didn't know how many times he'd heard people give him the doom and gloom speech. Besides, even if they did catch him—successful or not in his current quest—the Elites of Amoi couldn't touch him.

If those Tanagura Elites caught him, he’d have immunity from their punishment. Yeah, his family was that important.

He wasn't just any ol’ ordinary assassin. He called himself a Sedinan from, but that wasn’t his home word. True, Rio didn’t know much about Tanagura Elites yet—he’d only arrived on Amoi a few days ago. He had no doubt, however, that those long-haired, pretty-faced Blondies would know who his people were if he so much as uttered their name.

Killer or not, Rio had a ‘get out of jail free’ card, and wasn't ashamed to exploit it whenever he was in a jam. Problem was, when he would reveal his identity, he would have to watch his back. Only backlash was if he gave the Elites his true identity, he’d be in danger. He had a price on his head.

With his hands in his pockets, Rio whistled a little tune when he gave a skip and returned back onto the main road, continuing his tiresome task of being noticed by the right group of folks.

TBC...
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