Ai o Jūten | By : pip Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 10967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from 'Ai no Kusabi' or its characters in any way. I write with a love for the world created by Reiko Yoshihara and you should all totally seek out the original work and read it/watch it. |
Author's Note: Yes, I am aware I have many, many other stories, but I couldn't help this. If you are waiting for a chapter on another story of mine, I promise I am slowly making progress. 'A Light in the Black' will be updated next.
But, TheTV-Junkie introduced me to Ai no Kusabi, so here we are. Anime is something that has mostly passed me by, but this captured me very easily. The dynamics are faintly familiar, but I think there is enough difference in them to justify a story, and an exploration. Iason, at least, is coming through loud and clear with his super-intelligent android self. And his complete inability to understand the first thing about Riki, except that he wants Riki for his own. So here we go.
I do realise that gap fillers like this must have been written over and over. But surely, there is room for one more. In fanfiction, there is always room for more.
Also, my Japanese has all the usual limitations of google translate, so the only Japanese that will appear is in the title. If the Japanese in the title sounds as if this story is filling in a gap, with love to the original creator, whilst still managing to sound very slightly dirty – then it's doing it's job. If it doesn't do that, humorous translations in the comments will be most welcome :D
I've tried to warn for everything, but there may be additional warnings at the top of certain chapters. This story could go anywhere and everywhere (and it probably will).
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from 'Ai no Kusabi' or its characters in any way. I write with a love for the world created by Reiko Yoshihara and you should all totally seek out the original work and read it/watch it.
Ai o Jūten
The sound of Daryl's suckling was wet and noisy in the silence. Iason watched from his place in the dark, the light designed to allow him to be a voyeur in this. And yet the mongrel's eyes seemed to lock onto his nevertheless, smouldering with a passionate anger that would never be as cold as his own. The new pet's arms were secured above his head by the wrists, and he was held in a semi-reclined position to give Iason the best view possible. His legs were spread wide, bound out to either side of him, though Iason had allowed for a slight bend in the knee. For aesthetic purposes.
The chains jangled suddenly, and the mongrel drew in a hissing breath through his teeth, followed by an unruly growl. Daryl halted, sitting back on his heels in his place between the new pet's thighs. It was a shame the furniture was not invisible, but it couldn't be helped.
Still, Riki stared, even as his body seized and trembled. Iason felt the hint of smile on his lips, but only that. He leaned forward, settling gloved hands neatly on his knees, far enough so that his face was bathed in the dim light. “Ask,” he ordered, and the chains drew taut with sudden tension.
“Fuck you!” the mongrel spat venomously. Amused, Iason let his eyes drift down over Riki's body, deliberate, settling on his erect nipples. The mongrel noted it, following his lead, looking down at himself before twisting violently in his bonds. It did him no favours, and he subsided after a minute or two of useless rebellion.
“Would you like me to touch you?” Iason asked, faultlessly polite, yet it was a sharp reminder he gave, calculated to perfection.
Riki's howl of rage was worth it, and it had been provoked with hardly any effort at all on his part. Daryl winced in his place, licking nervously over lips which shone with spittle and Riki's precome.
“Sadistic, sick freak!” Riki all but shrieked, his eyes closing for a moment. Again, Iason was taken by the dazzling display, and something in him responded. He was not startled by his own reaction – not this time. He'd become accustomed to this strange sensation the mongrel awoke in him. If forced to quantify and describe it, he might term it delight. Not much, just a tendril, just enough for entertainment. Riki opened his eyes again, focused on him immediately as if to catch him at it, but he never would. Iason's face did not betray so much as as smile.
“Such vitriol will get you nowhere,” Iason observed. He paused, and then leaned back in his chair again, out of sight. “Daryl,” he said, as if bored, the naming of the furniture as good as any order. The rhythmic, wet suckling began again.
“I was talking to him!” Riki growled, causing the tempo to falter as Daryl stopped for a brief second, registering the insult. Sensing that, the mongrel laughed breathlessly. “You sad bastard,” he said, more calmly, but this time Daryl was not put off his task, and Riki moaned helplessly, as much in fury as in sexual arousal.
For a moment, Iason wondered if Riki would continue with his thought, and say what Iason himself was to him. Then, when it wasn't forthcoming, he let the desire to hear it go. It mattered little what the mongrel thought.
Inevitably, Riki began to let go of little moans of pleasure and whimpers of need. Iason listened for a while, until Daryl was forced to stop again, leaving off the sucking until Riki had calmed enough to take more of it.
The thing's sweat smelled clean somehow, almost intoxicating. He found himself wondering how it would taste. No other pet had interested Iason like this. He had bought and kept them because it was the thing to do. This was different somehow, but he would see the mongrel trained regardless. His pride as a Blondie demanded it. His pet's demeanour had changed, and Iason noted it with satisfaction. Pleasure became pain, want into desperation. Soon, he would ask. Iason waited patiently.
“You,” Riki gasped, breathing heavily, his body shaking with the effort to simply speak. The cords on his neck stood out as his head tilted back – he'd given up staring at Iason some time ago. Even the intensity of the mongrel had its limits, so it would seem. His muscles strained, and his entire body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. “You are a fucking machine, looking at something you can never have.”
Iason blinked, and was intrigued despite himself. “And what is that?” he queried.
“Humanity,” Riki sighed, exhausted, and again the mongrel surprised him. Iason chuckled, and though clearly Riki was no match for him, Iason indulged in the impulse to play with him. That is what pets were for, after all.
“We are your superiors,” he said, because it was a fact. The sooner his new pet accepted that, the easier things would become. “In every possible way. Your current situation is a case in point, Riki.” He used the name deliberately, because it would make his words sink in. “You believe this is resistance. All I see is an unspecified amount of time. You will ask.”
“No...” Iason took that as a sign of intent and had Daryl continue again. Then, between tortured breaths, the mongrel continued. “I... am original,” he insisted, then gave in to a longing moan that rang in the hollow chamber. “You are faded copies...” He breathed for a few seconds. “Haven't you noticed?” He shivered so much the chains jingled again. “You all look the same...”
Something cold in him caused him to stand up at that last revelation, and Iason Mink was still for a moment, breathing deliberately. Then he crouched down beside his new pet, cruelly grasping his hair. “You are mine,” he vowed, feeling something possessive he could not put a name to, “and I promise that you will come to know me as your Master, however long it takes.” His voice was low and quiet; it did not betray even a flicker of the emotion he felt. “My name and my face will be emblazoned on your heart, mind and soul before I've done with you. When you have forgotten yourself, you will still know me.”
“As for your body...” He twisted a nipple with the gloved fingers of one hand, causing a helpless cry to break free of Riki's throat before he bit his lip, making it bleed again. His lips were swollen with these little injuries. Iason kissed him, letting it be tender, lapping at the blood with the tip of his tongue. It tasted sweet and hot.
“Your body no longer belongs to you.” Throughout, the furniture had continued to be of service, and as Iason drew back, Riki's eyes were at last open to him, a startled awareness in their dark depths that he was sure only he alone, Iason Mink, could inspire. He narrowed his own eyes in response to that look. “Ask me,” he commanded, twisting his hand in that notable ebony hair.
Riki whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed. “Let me come.”
At last! There was a sudden sense of elated victory in him, not quite wild, and he rejoiced in his next word, breathed it like the sigh of a breeze across the sea. The mongrel was his. “No.”
He stood up. “For your refusal, you may have mine,” he said, as immovable and impenetrable as a glacier.
Riki screamed in his bonds, and still Daryl did not stop, until it was clear that he must. The mongrel's erection was red and purple, angry, tortured. With a last lingering look, Iason strode away to other, less pleasant tasks, leaving Riki alone to indulge in his battle of endurance. When he returned an hour later, Riki begged to touch himself for Iason's viewing pleasure, just as he had been instructed to.
Iason considered it a victory, the first of many. So when he required entertainment again, and Riki refused to oblige him, initially he was at a loss. While mildly surprised that the mongrel would willingly choose to endure the same torment again, he was also secretly pleased. Riki would entertain him one way or the other. This quality he had for securing Iason's attention was something an Academy pet could only dream of. He was a good pet, if not a particularly well behaved one, but that could and would be corrected.
This time, as he watched the mongrel slowly undone by the furniture, Iason began to think about the kind of ring he would have made. It should be something special...
Author's Note: Thank you for reading. See you next time! Comments welcome and loved.
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