Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Buried Rage ❯ One-Shot

Buried Rage

NC-17, explicit yaoi
Iason x Katze; Iason x Riki

by Kira Takenouchi

***The Ai no Kusabi world and its characters were created by Reiko Yoshihara. This fanfic was written by Kira Takenouchi and is offered free to fans of Ai no Kusabi.***


Iason paused as he reached Katze's apartment, trying to regain his composure. He had worked himself up again on the drive over, thinking about Riki's infidelities with him, most especially the new revelation that it had been Katze who serviced his pet at Serendipity. After punishing Riki he had immediately left to confront Katze about the situation, with stern admonitions to Daryl not to try and call Katze to warn him.

He buzzed the door.

"Yes?" Came the intercom.

"Iason Mink. Open up, Katze."

After a slight pause, the door hummed open, and Iason stepped inside, a little surprised by the simplicity and neatness of his apartment, and especially the number of books on shelves along the walls. He had never been to Katze's apartment-never had reason to visit-until today.

"Iason," Katze acknowledged with a nod, looking almost as though he expected him. Iason wondered if Daryl had disobeyed him and contacted him; but then, Katze hadn't fled. He was shirtless, his ribs bandaged and his shoulders in a brace, and his face was still lightly bruised. "Can I…get you some wine, perhaps?"

"No. I've come to talk."

Katze motioned to a chair and Iason sat down, crossing his legs. Lighting up a smoke, Katze sat down as well, looking at him with expectation. For a long moment the two of them only gazed at one another, communicating through a look alone an understanding of Katze's betrayal, and an acknowledgement of the injuries the Blondie had inflicted on him for it. Iason did not ask about his stay at Tanagura Medical and Katze did not offer a synopsis-though he had gone through the exceedingly painful but effective E-wave treatment to accelerate the healing of his ribs and collarbone, apparently under Iason's orders. Katze had taken this as a hint from the Blondie and had returned to work the same day he was released, despite almost unbearable pain. Fortunately, he had plenty of pharmaceuticals to ease his discomfort and so was able to get through the workday and, at the moment, was feeling quite comfortable. Except for the fact that Iason Mink was now inside his apartment, staring at him with an inexplicable expression.

Perhaps I will have that wine," Iason said, finally, finding it difficult to know where to begin. His thoughts were so confused when it came to Katze-his most trusted advisor and player in the black market-and now the one man who had dared to pair with his pet, a man who Riki apparently found irresistible.

Katze smiled. "I have something I think you'll appreciate," he said, then showed him a bottle of White Moon.

Iason nodded his approval, slightly taken aback at Katze's rather sophisticated taste. As he opened the bottle, the Blondie studied his physique, noting his beautifully sculpted arms that rippled with his every movement, his narrow waist, and his compelling, rugged manner-his smoke dangling from his lips as he uncorked the wine. Yes, he could understand his pet's attraction, though he had never really seriously considered Katze before.

"I'm glad you came by," Katze said, handing him a glass of the fine wine. "I wanted to apologize to you again…for everything.

"Is that so?" Iason sipped the wine, feigning disinterest.

"Yes. Iason. It's just…since I've come to really know Daryl…I've found that I do things I wouldn't normally do-because of him. Even things that I know put us both at risk."

Iason made no reply, having some experience with this phenomenon himself.

"I'm not excusing what I did. I'm angry at myself for doing something that hurt you…especially after everything you've done for me."

Iason sighed. "Katze. Tell me about Serendipity."

Katze took a deep drag from his smoke, then exhaled, studying the Blondie. "I see. So…you know."

"Yes. And it seems to me," Iason said, his voice shaking slightly, "that some reprisal is due. Especially considering what happened…that day at the penthouse."

Sighing, Katze leaned back in his chair. "All right. What did you have in mind? I'll submit to it-whatever you want."

"I was thinking a public whipping."

Katze flinched a little at this, but made no protestation, though his heart began to pound. He had witnessed only two public whippings in his life, and both of them had left him feeling a little queasy.

"However," Iason continued, "if this situation becomes public, we both know that Jupiter will become involved. I don't want that."

"Because of your reputation?"

"Not only that," the Blondie said, evasively.

"Then what will satisfy you?"

"I'll punish you myself at the penthouse. When you're healed."

Katze nodded, feeling relief that he was to be spared the public whipping, but a little anxious about what the Blondie had in mind for him. To Iason, he seemed surprisingly cool about being sentenced to punishment at his hands. In truth, Katze had been expecting it for some time. The Blondie's rage on finding him with Riki had led to violence that was atypical for Iason-the Blondie usually preferred structured, organized punishment, and he knew there was no way Iason was finished with him. And now that he knew about Serendipity….

"But that's not all. I want something else, right now," Iason added, his voice lowering.

"What would that be?" Katze gazed back at him, wondering if he was reading the Blondie's signals correctly.

"I want you to pleasure me. Take me in your mouth, exactly as you did with Riki."

Stunned, Katze fell silent for a moment. Iason wanted to be sucked off? And this was his…punishment? He tried to suppress a laugh, thinking of the countless times he had fantasized about the Blondie. Putting out his smoke with deliberate thoroughness, he locked eyes with Iason, trying to gauge his mood. Was he simply curious? Feeling unusually perverted? Or…did he truly think he was disciplining Katze with his unorthodox request?

"As you wish," he said, finally, but still hesitating.

"Now, Katze."

Rising, Katze moved toward the beautiful Blondie. He had rehearsed his moment in his mind a thousand times and was trying not to betray how delighted he was with Iason's "punishment." As Iason's Furniture, he had watched his master masturbate countless times as the Blondie enjoyed one pet copulating after another; Katze had always desperately wanted his master to ask him for sexual favors. But Iason never did. One time the Blondie had run his bare hand through his hair, and held his chin for a moment as though he were considering him, but then he had released him and walked away. That was why, when he learned Iason was taking his own pet, Katze had been so astonished, perhaps even…a little hurt, though he knew it was foolish. Why should a Blondie be interested in a castrated slave?

And now, he was finally being asked to service the beautiful Blondie. Remembering what Daryl had told him about pleasuring Iason, he straddled him in the chair and gently pushed his hair aside; then, he began kissing and biting his neck, running his tongue in small swirls up to his ear and nibbling on his earlobe. Iason closed his eyes and opened his mouth with a little gasp, tingling from Katze's erotic meanderings along this throat. Though, technically, he had not done this to Riki, Katze wanted to pleasure Iason as best as he could. Perhaps then the Blondie would forgive him his transgressions.

Breaking way, Katze started towards his lips, then hesitated. "Do you…want me to kiss you?"

Iason answered him by pulling him closer, and as Katze's lips met those of the fearsome Blondie, he felt his heart racing. Exploring his mouth with his tongue, Katze was melting from the sweetness of the kiss, a charged chemistry that surprised them both. Iason found that he truly enjoyed the kiss and surrendered to it for several minutes, forgetting the purpose of his little "experiment" with Katze. His enjoyment was apparent by his growing erection, which Katze could feel moving beneath his thighs.

After a few minutes of this, Katze got down on his knees as Iason unfastened his trousers and revealed his arousal with gleaming eyes. In his signature move, Katze pushed the Blondie's legs apart with dramatic firmness, pulling him forward to reposition him lower on the seat, an action that Iason found unequivocally exciting, yet a little disturbing when he imagined what Riki's reaction to it had been. As Katze began to stimulate him with his tongue, the Blondie was overcome with conflicting sensations-the sensual pleasure provided by Katze, and his burgeoning jealousy as he imagined his pet receiving such ministrations…and his anger with Katze for daring to pair with his pet. His every move inspired a host of images of Katze and Riki together, of his pet's moans and erotic, mongrel-style proclamations and vulgarities that always accompanied his escalation to completion.

Iason didn't know why he was tormenting himself by having Katze service him…why he had a compelling need to know how his pet had enjoyed Katze, and what he had experienced. Yet the more aroused he became, the more his jealousy and anger multiplied as he imagined his pet in a similarly aroused state. He could see Riki in his mind, reaching down to grab hold of Katze's head-he could hear his moans, imagined the instructions his pet gave, could see him thrusting up into Katze's mouth as his eyes rolled back with ecstasy. And it was a self-feeding loop. He was quickly reaching his peak, finding that his anger and jealousy fueled his arousal rather than inhibited it.

Katze, though initially thrilled with the opportunity to pleasure Iason, now began thinking about Daryl, wondering how he would feel if he could see Katze now. Would it excite him…or hurt him? He began to feel a little guilty for feeling so much pleasure. Wasn't that a sort of betrayal? Suddenly he worried about what Iason had in mind-perhaps he intended to punish Daryl by telling him of their encounter, of hurting Daryl psychologically and emotionally. This thought remained in the front of his mind until he became convinced of Iason's secret plan and could no longer enjoy what he was doing, didn't want to be kneeling before the Blondie. To speed up the Blondie's copulation, Katze became more enthusiastic with his lingual manipulations, sucking and wiggling his tongue a little faster.

Iason responded to this increase of stimulation, removing his gloves and running his hands through Katze's soft, dark auburn hair, then guiding his head at the pace he preferred, thrusting up into his mouth. He let his head drop back as he neared completion, breathing deeply but making no other vocal indication of his pleasure, until finally a series of gasps made his approach indisputable. As he began ejaculating into Katze's mouth, he uttered a low, broken groan, gritting his teeth from the intensity of the release. The only thing he could think about as he climaxed was how Riki had felt the same pleasure from Katze, a thought that nearly drove him out of his mind with all-consuming jealousy. Glaring down at Katze, who still had his essence dripping from his mouth, the Blondie suddenly felt overcome with rage, and in the next instant he had closed his hands around Katze's neck, choking him. The only thought in his mind was that Katze had paired with Riki. And for that…he would kill Katze.

Surprised, and horrified, Katze grabbed Iason's wrists in an attempt to repel him but was no match for the Blondie's extraordinary strength. His face grew red as Iason squeezed tighter, and finally, his eyes began to roll back. He realized then that Iason was going to kill him after all, and he tried desperately to send Daryl a message of love with his mind, promising to look over him from the other side, if it were possible.

Then Iason, looking down at Katze's helpless and almost lifeless form, suddenly released him, hands shaking. Katze fell back, holding his throat and gasping for air, and looking up at the Blondie with a mixture of fear and surprise.

Fastening his trousers and putting on his gloves, Iason rose as if to go.

"Why…did you let me go?" Katze whispered, still breathing hard.

"No particular reason," the Blondie answered, softly. In fact, he had not come to Katze's apartment to strangle him. He was not even sure why he had done so-or why he had released him. His emotions confused him with their intensity and complexity; he was not used to reacting so viscerally to things. Rage, for the Blondie, had always made him react in unpredictable ways; Iason felt, if he had one weakness, it was this.

"Regarding what we spoke about, I'll summon you in a few weeks."

Still shaken from his near-death experience, Katze only nodded, unable to reply.

Then, without further conversation, Iason left.

Katze stared at the door for a long moment, then sat down, lighting a smoke with trembling fingers. He reviewed the encounter, puzzling over what exactly had gone wrong. He was sure Iason had enjoyed the sex-it had been quite evident from his body cues-not to mention the fact that he had copulated. Then why…had he tried to kill him? And why had he asked to be pleasured in the first place? Confused, he desperately wished he could talk to Daryl, but there was no way-he would have to wait until Daryl contacted him again, until he found a public terminal, because Iason would certainly check the logs for incoming and outgoing calls. When he had called earlier to warn him of Iason's visit, Katze had berated him for taking the risk, perhaps a little too harshly in his concern for him, and now he longed to reassure him. He knew Daryl was worried, as well-and now Katze had his own worry-that Iason would use their pairing to hurt his lover.

And now he had punishment at the hands of Iason Mink to look forward to. Katze knew the Blondie's arm all too well-but he had never been punished for anything as serious as his transgressions with Riki. Knowing Iason, he would probably make Daryl watch. But…Katze knew he deserved it. He finished his smoke, observing Iason's barely touched glass of White Moon. A nearly full glass of expensive wine…wasted. Sighing, he dropped the butt into the wine, berating himself for his profound stupidity.


* * *

Daryl was beside himself with worry. He had watched Riki's punishment with the paddle and knew Iason was in a particularly foul mood-there was no doubt that he had wanted his pet to feel his anger. He had used both hands. On Riki's bare flesh.

When Iason left immediately afterward, Daryl had run down to the pavilion to use the public terminal in order to warn Katze, but Katze had been furious with him for doing so.

"You know better than to call me," he snapped.

"I'm calling from the pavilion-from a public box."

"Even so, it's too dangerous. You turn your ass around RIGHT NOW and get back home. Hear me?"

"But…Iason's coming for you. He made me promise not to warn you."

"Daryl! Then get the fuck off the phone right now!"

"But I have to tell you-"

"No. I'm hanging up."

Katze had hung up then, and Daryl had been unable to warn him that Iason knew about Serendipity. Struggling to fight back the tears from Katze's harsh tone of voice, he rushed back to the penthouse, worried also about Riki.

Riki was in his own room, lying facedown on the bed, with his pants pulled down to his knees. Daryl gasped when he saw the angry, raised welts on the mongrel's bottom.

"Oh Riki…I'm s-so sorry," Daryl stammered.

"It isn't your fault," Riki answered, sighing.

"But it is-I accidentally told him about Katze. I didn't mean to…it just slipped out. I'm such an idiot."

"He would have found out one way or another anyway."

"I wish it had been another way," Daryl lamented. "And now…what if Iason kills Katze?"

"He won't. If he didn't kill him when he caught him in the act, he won't kill him now."

"But he was so furious with you."

Riki laughed. "That's because he's a fucking pervert who sits around looking for reasons to punish me. You should have seen him at the pavilion-he fucking got off picking out the paddle. He made ME pick it out, the bastard. And then he whacked me in the store with it, too, in front of everyone. And it was one fucking hard whack, too. I about wet my pants."

"We'd better put something on that," Daryl said, now examining his broken flesh.

"Do we have to?" Riki whined. "It's gonna sting so bad."

"Yes, we need to. Master Iason will want to inspect you. You can take it."

"Since when did you start calling him Master Iason around me again? The prick. We should just call him Master Misery. Or maybe Mr. Sadistic Fuck."

Daryl smiled, rushing to retrieve the medical kit, then returning to tend to Riki's punished flesh. The mongrel was quite vocal, complaining all the while about how much he was hurting him.

"You're such a baby," Daryl said, finally.

Surprised, Riki fell silent for a moment, then broke into a laugh. "You've changed a lot. Ever since you started seeing Katze."

"Is it…a good change or a bad change?"

"Good. He's really helped you. You're not nearly wound so tight. You used to be like one of those shaky, nervous little dogs-the slightest movement would send you through the roof."

"Did I show you what he gave me?" Daryl pulled the pendant out from beneath his shirt, leaning down so Riki could read the inscription.

"Well shit. Isn't that just the most fucking romantic thing ever," Riki teased. "So Katze LOVES you, huh? Does that mean you LOVE Katze? Are Daryl and Katze IN LOVE always and forever?"

Daryl smiled at his ribbing, seeming not to mind. "Yeah," he admitted. "I do love him. More than anything. Just like I know you love Iason, deep in your heart."

Now Riki grew quiet, looking away. "I don't love him. I fucking hate him."

"No, you don't. Right now you're angry because he punished you."

Riki scowled. "Okay. I admit it. I'm so pissed off right now I could wring his neck. But I DON'T love him."

"You do. And…he loves you."

The mongrel shook his head vigorously. "That's a lie. He can't love me. He treats me like garbage."

"That's not true, and you know it. He gives you special treatment. Can you really blame him for punishing you? We all knew we'd be in trouble if he found out. Don't you get why he's so furious with you? It's because he wants you all to himself. He loves you and he's jealous. I'd feel the same way if I found out Katze had been with someone…unless, of course," he added with a smile, "I got to watch."

"I think he punishes me just because he likes to."

Daryl considered that for a moment. "There's probably some truth in that," he conceded. "But it's not the only reason. He's hurting, Riki. What he wants-what he's always wanted-is for you to come to him freely and love him."

"I'm hurting, too," Riki pouted, thinking of Raoul.

"But," Daryl said softly, "you're Iason's pet. It's your duty to please your master, and obey his commands."

Scoffing at this, the mongrel turned away. "You're lecturing me now? After you asked me to fuck you? Is that the Furniture's duty?"

Hurt, Daryl fell silent, then rose to leave.

"Hey. Fuck." Riki groaned, loudly, hitting his face multiple times on the bed. " I'm sorry. I'm an asshole-don't leave."

"It's all right. I should check on dinner anyway."

"Daryl. Please don't mind me…I'm in a really shitty mood. My ass feels like a volcano erupted on it."

"I understand. I don't…mind you."

The front door hummed open and Iason came in.

Daryl rushed to meet him. "Good afternoon, Master Iason." He looked at him anxiously, as if expecting to see from his expression what had happened to Katze. Iason ignored him and went straight to the command center, typing in a few codes for the call logs. Satisfied that Daryl had not tried to contact Katze, he nodded at him.

"Where's Riki?"

"In his bedroom."

The Blondie immediately made for Riki's room, stopping when he reached the doorway and apprehended his pet lying half naked on the bed. Although he had just relieved himself with Katze, Iason was hit with a powerful surge of lust upon seeing Riki, his bare, raw bottom smarting red and covered with welts from his paddling, exposed in an obvious attempt to lessen his pain, his pants pulled down pathetically to his knees. His heart beating faster, Iason took off his cloak and began undressing.

"Wha…what are you doing?" Riki asked, alarmed.

"That should be quite obvious. I'm preparing to take you."

"Please…Iason…I'm so sore-let me suck you."

"If I want to take you, I'll do so, in whatever manner I please," the Blondie replied, softly, gracefully letting his bodysuit drop to the floor. He stood there, completely naked, stroking his massive erection with one hand. "Don't move."

"No! Pleeeasse, Iason," Riki pleaded.

"Hush, pet." Now the Blondie straddled his pet, resting his hands on his pet's punished flesh as he pushed his legs firmly together.

"Ow! Don't touch it! Dammit, Iason, you fucking-"

"That's enough, pet," Iason said, sharply. "Or I'll spank you, HARD, and I mean it."

Riki fell silent, trembling.

Iason stroked himself for a few moments, then gently rubbed his engorged member across his pet's raw bottom, sliding it down between his buttocks until he found, with a little wiggle, his portal. Riki was whimpering with his every touch. With one hand, he pinned his pet's wrists to his back. He began thrusting gently, each time gaining deeper access, until he had fully penetrated, fucking his pet with deep, insistent strokes. The sight of his half-dressed pet below him, his backside so thoroughly violated from the paddling, was undeniably stimulating to the Blondie, and he undulated with an erotic sensuality that betrayed his state of extreme arousal. He was actually still quite angry at Riki, and in this position-his favorite position of all-he felt as though he exerted some kind of control over his unruly pet as he pinned him down, relishing the marks of punishment on his pet's flesh and Riki's tormented cries. Then, he simply started to enjoy fucking Riki-his beloved pet-who he loved so much, despite his many faults and transgressions.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he began gasping, then, biting his lip, he moaned softly. If Riki could have seen his master's face, he would have seen there a slight curl of his lip-the coveted sneer of pleasure Raoul had once produced-the very look Riki so sought to elicit from Iason.

"Oh, pet," he breathed, gasping.

"Fucking come already!" Riki snapped.

Startled, Iason slowed his pace for a moment, then brought his hand down, hard, on Riki's bottom. His pet howled in response.

"What did I tell you?" Iason scolded. "Would you like more?"

"No," Riki moaned. "It just…hurts so much."

"You want me to come?" the Blondie whispered. "We can speed things up, if I fuck you…like THIS." With that, Iason began thrusting as hard as he could, plunging deep into his prostrate pet, who cried out in misery as his master slammed against his sensitive flesh.

This did, in fact, accelerate the pace toward completion. With a series of increasingly excited gasps, Iason suddenly whipped his head back, crying out in ecstasy as he ejaculated deep into his pet, his release so exquisitely sweet that he could hardly believe such pleasure was possible. And then, on top of it, something extraordinary happened. It was as though the world faded away, and he and Riki were alone together, in a beautiful garden, and all around them cherry blossoms swirled down from the trees. They were standing close together, and Riki looked up at him and said, "Iason. I really do love you." It was so beautiful, so perfect, and then…it was gone.

"Iason! Iason! What's wrong?"

The Blondie blinked and realized that he had somehow fallen on top of his pet. He got up and began to dress, confused.

"What happened?" Riki asked again. "Did you pass out?"

Iason shook his head, puzzled. "It was some sort of vision…like the one I had when I was poisoned."

"Agatha's Halo," the mongrel breathed. "So it's true. You really can have visions. Are you…okay?"

The Blondie smiled. "What, don't tell me you're concerned about me?"

Riki scowled, turning away with a little pout.

"You'd better watch yourself, pet," Iason warned, shaking his finger at him. "You almost got yourself another spanking back there."

His pet sighed, reaching down to tug up his pants as though worried Iason would ravish or spank him again.

"Leave them down. You'll be more comfortable. I'm finished for today."

"I'm glad I could be of service, Lord Iason," the mongrel replied, saucily, then, when Iason made as if to spank him again, broke out into a laugh. "I'm teasing, I'm teasing!"

Smiling, Iason bent down and kissed him. "You're a naughty little pet," he whispered, nuzzling his cheek. "But I've grown quite fond of you. So be good and stop disobeying me, and I won't have to punish you like this any more."

"You'll punish me anyway just because you want to, you perv."

"For someone who claims to enjoy being punished, you complain a good deal about it," the Blondie observed.

"I might like it SOMETIMES but not every fucking day. Plus it's a matter of degree. And now it's like each time is worse than the last."

"You wouldn't be punished every day if you would BEHAVE every day. You continue to disobey me-"

"Is this going to be another one of those boring lectures?" Riki sighed.

"If you're going for the punishment-free option, I wouldn't advise insolence as your main style of discourse."

"Whatever."

Iason laughed softly. "You won't last three days. You'll do something, pet. You'll be naughty. And when I catch you, you're going to get it, right on that sore bottom of yours."

"Hmphf," Riki snorted. "We'll see about that."

"Yes," the Blondie agreed, with a smile, "we will."

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