Disclaimer: Taming Riki and all associated characters and situations are (c) Kira Takenouchi; Ai no Kusabi was created by Rieko Yoshihara. I am neither of those people...
No profit is being gained from this fanwork.
Participant in the Anything Goes Taming Riki fanfic challenge.
WARNINGS: yaoi, anal, oral
His fingers moved languidly as he stroked himself. His legs fell open further, offering his Master a better view as he leaned back on the support of his other hand seated as he was on the dais. His head fell back further as he sighed, his body twitching to life under his ministrations and the smoldering eyes of his watching Master. He watched right back from under lowered lids, his slitted eyes taking in the desirous form of his Master and lingering on the Blondie’s oddly colored eyes. Those eyes upon him filled him with such lust, unlike anything he had ever known. He groaned, his mouth parting slightly as his vocalization faded into a protracted moan. Was it the forbidden nature of the union he imagined that made the sight of those amber depths so desirable? He could almost feel the Blondie’s hands on him...
He bent over the edge of the table, his arms folded against his chest and trapped between him and the hard wooden surface. He felt long fingered hands on his hips and thighs and suddenly the hard presence of his Master’s erection was forcing its way inside of him. He screamed, encouraging, demanding as far as he was able, wanting more than anything to be possessed so utterly by the man who stood behind him. The Blondie groaned, and the pet moaned softly in response, the almost imperceptible trembling of desire of his Master’s hand which lay against his thigh adding immeasurably to his own lust. His Master moved against him roughly and he moved back against that intruding hardness with an eagerness that belied the sharp sting of pain it caused him and spoke more toward the nearly unimaginable lust that consumed him at the other man’s touch. He heard his Master groan again in ecstasy and his own eyes half rolled back in his head as he felt a shudder of his own rapture at that amber sound...
Pain filled his consciousness, pain more than anything physical. Though the physical world brought him pain enough, with the hollow lacking that lay between his legs, this went so much deeper... An aching barrenness in his soul. And all of it was swept away, heightened, paradoxically everywhere and nowhere as those lips brushed his. His Master was kissing him, something he’d longed for, the forbidden contact heartbreakingly appropriate as punishment and reward for his transgression. The room was stark and empty around them, but as his Master leaned over him and plundered the depths of his mouth he felt a warm amber scent surround him, bittersweet as any granted wish...
His Master shivered, moaning as strong fingers grasped the pet’s hair firmly, guiding the eager mouth that desired only to please. His hands moved, one to stroke his Master’s thigh, the other wrapped tightly around the Blondie’s erection as he continued to lick the tip, taking the hard flesh into his mouth as far as he could manage. Groaning, his Master thrust against him and he felt a thrill of pleasure himself as restraint fell away from his Master and the Blondie gave in to the desire that flooded him. The hand in his hair tightened, and his Master’s thrusting grew more erratic and fierce, the pet forcing his throat to relax as a fierceness of his own filled him- a fierce joy at being the one his Master chose to share this with; the one who shivered his own shiver and moaned, the amber taste of the Blondie on his tongue and down his throat as his Master cried out his completion and both of them reveled in the sensation...
They were alone, the evening air cool against them as his Master lay stretched out on the bed. The pet moved to gather more of the oil in his hands, spreading it over his Master’s back and working it into the muscles. His Master sighed, clearly enjoying the relaxing moment, the intimacy of the night built a wall around them; there might even be people on the other side of that wall of silent darkness but the pet didn’t care about that. All that mattered was what lay beneath his hands- the silken glow of the skin that felt like hard, velvet-covered amber under his fingers that stroked it with longing, desire... love...
Juthian opened his eyes. Memories… dreams.
He stood in the hallway before Iason Mink’s door, his Master- his former Master- standing beside him, so close, yet...
Dreams were the same as memories, for what had been real and what had never been both seemed immeasurably distant. He felt hollow, empty of all sensation. Feeling had been leeched out of him; in that moment he thought even suffering was denied him, because everything seemed frozen in ice- a pale, amber ice that surrounded him and held him inescapably captive. The door before him would open on his new life; a life lacking in everything that had made his previous life worth living. It occurred to him- as the door hummed open and he followed his Master inside the penthouse- the meaning of that color that haunted all of his dreams.
Amber was the color of regret.
