Getting Better

Having a good idea as to how Iason intended to relieve him of his compromised state, Raoul leaned back against Iason's chest and opened his legs to the other Blondie. It was the first time that Iason offered any direct stimulation to his genitals save for the earlier, brief but profoundly humiliating experience involving Iason's foot, and the moment Raoul felt Iason's hand cupping him through his trousers he had to clench his teeth firmly together to keep the moan that tried to escape him trapped in his throat. Raoul's erection was thick and full, pulsing gratefully in Iason's grip as the blue-eyed Blondie released the engorged organ from its confinement and wrapped his fingers around it. Being touched by Iason was worlds apart from self-pleasure. Iason was controlling the rhythm and intensity, teasing him with measured caresses but keeping the friction too light to be truly satisfying.

Heavy breaths filled his ear, while his own measured ones blew by Raoul's. Just as he reached a certain speed, Iason paused, squeezing around the base of that organ. While his arm around Raoul was not tight, they were firm in keeping him in place. Then he began again, as slow as he started with, but with a tighter grip. The Blondie was very studiously observing his pet's reactions, taking note of every involuntary twitch and the heart rate resting just above his own chest.

Riki walked beside his master, hands in his pockets. "You wouldn't understand," he sighed. "You've been made to be perfect. You're beautiful, strong, intelligent, successful in everything you attempt. I am not. If I want to learn something new or improve myself, I need to practise. You'll never know the satisfaction of mastering a new skill. The world you come from is cold, artificial, devoid of emotion, but this—" He nodded at the ocean, "—is the real thing. It's natural, wild, imperfect, and free. The sea belongs to no one." Just like a human should never be treated as property. "The pet pools in Eos are boring and I don't care for the company of those idiotic pets. The only aspiration they have in life is to please their masters. I want to do something for myelf."

Those sparkling black eyes imprinted themselves on the Blondie's crystal blues. "Humans are too impulsive to see the consequences of their 'potential'. When it comes time to pay the price, they often become resentful of it instead of taking responsibility." Iason stated his observations about his subordinates and other humans in Tanagura. "Unable to see the tides and what wanders beneath it, you could drown or be eaten by any predators that swim near the shore. What skills do you have then besides flailing around and choking? And I said I would bring you to swim." The cyborg's replied in a procedural manner to Riki's indignant tone.

Eyes fluttering open, he shifted on Iason's lap to straddle him. His body moulded itself to Iason's and he found himself wishing for the barrier of their clothes to disappear. This new closeness felt so good, so intimate, despite his mind screaming at him that this was wrong, forbidden.

Withdrawing, Iason leaned back and looked up at Raoul. "Turn around and rest against me. You'll return to your quarters after this." Controlling his body such that he would not get an arousal, Iason waited for Raoul to obey before wrapping an arm comfortably around him. His other hand groped his bulge, massaging before undoing the front of those pants to reach in. He did not intend to get either of them soiled again, hence the position.

Once he had polished off his plate, he went back for seconds and thirds, deciding to try the lobster and scallops Iason favoured before moving on to grilled eel and caviar, all of which he devoured with great enthusiasm. "There is always room for cake," Riki informed the Blondie, then promptly cut himself another slice. Being treated to cake, a fancy dinner, and an outing to the beach could not be further apart from the birthdays he had spent with Bison, painful memories of spending the day with his gang getting high on stolen trippers and spending the night in Guy's arms lurking just beneath the surface of his mind, kept in check by the realisation that Iason must have been planning out this evening for some time. The fact that Iason wanted him to enjoy himself on his birthday made Riki's eyes glitter with an emotion he could not entirely reppress.

Nodding at Iason's suggestion, Riki rose from his chair and followed him down the steps to the beach. The sand looked like a carpet of silver under the light of the moon, the sea like a vast, glittering mirror. The wind had receded and the water lay still and calm as they walked along the shore. Every so often, Riki would stop to pick up a seashell that had caught his eye and put it into his pocket for safe-keeping. The fact that he was taking a walk on the beach under the stars with the very man who had abducted and humiliated him felt utterly surreal, yet he could not deny that Iason provided him with experiences he would have never had in Ceres. Riki had sworn to find a way out of the slums, and though he had ended up sorely regretting his naive outlook on life, this was his reality now and he'd latch on to every moment of freedom he could wrest from his master.

Having Riki wandering by his side in a relaxed manner made the air so much fresher by the sea. Moonlight shone brightly in the clear skies overhead and Iason felt the urge to preserve the memory in print. His mind argued that it was enough to memorize the moment, that it was not so momentous to behave like a common human tourist. Blue eyes gazed fondly upon his pet, who was looking out to the sea. "It's night time, you'd never know the dangers of such." He said, finally giving a hint of returning to the beach at another time.

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Riki picked up his cutlery and began to eat, listening to the sound of the waves receding and returning. The food was excellent, fresh and flavourful, and Riki devoured his swordfish steak with relish, enjoying the tingling burn of the chili pepper sauce on his tongue.

Iason helped himself to two more rounds of food, taking his time every time. After the lobster and scallops, he had baked fish with chili and prawns, inspired by his pet's earlier meal. For the third round he had grilled squid and seaweed salads, pleased with the restaurant's standards. By the time he finished that, he knew his pet would be full. "Still have room for more cake?" He asked, wondering if Riki would have extra stomach space for dessert as humans often claimed they do. As for himself, he simply nursed the white wine till the end of their dinner. It blended well with the taste and fragrance left behind on his tongue, allowing him to savor the memory of what he ate.

Raoul enjoyed the feel of Iason's sleek, powerful body, so similar to his own, pressed against his as they indulged in the pleasures of each other's mouth. The scientist found it impossible to remain entirely passive, his natural dominance trying to assert itself, which Iason did not hesitate to temper whenever his pet attempted to deepen their kiss into something more demanding. Raoul was conscious of his own mounting desire and the rational part of his brain insisted that he retain control over his sexual impulses, knowing he could not suffer another humiliation like before, when the intensity of the new sensations Iason had forced on him had pushed his body into spending itself prematurely.

There was also a thrill to learning how much Raoul wanted him, so much that the other Blondie was losing self control. That could be said to be the greatest praise Raoul could give him, and he found himself looking forward to seeing more of it. His pet's affections were not lost on Iason and he enjoyed the attention, again different from the uncontrolled desperation from Riki. Being with Raoul was a very novel experience for the head of Tanagura.

He loved Iason's treat and polished off his slice in no time, flashing his master a rare smile before rising from his chair and making his way over to the selection of seafood prepared by the restaurant's chefs. Back in Ceres, he'd rarely had genuine meat, much less fish, which he had tasted for the first time only after becoming Iason's pet and loved it ever since. Looking at the food on the table, Riki felt his stomach ache. He had not eaten since breakfast and though he had gorged himself on the shuttle to Jibril, the long hours of sitting through the meeting at Iason's side and then the sex afterwards had left him ravenous.

One of the reasons why he thought a seafood restaurant would be good was because of Riki's preference for fish. Seeing what his pet brought back, he took mental note to keep in mind which ones Riki favored more by the end of the dinner. "Yes, it would be nice to have a walk after." Iason replied, finally finishing his cake and setting the dirty plate aside. Then he rose to help himself to a plate of buttered lobster and seared scallops. His drink, as usual, was white wine.

Rising at Iason's prompting, Raoul followed him over to his seat and slid into Iason's lap gracefully. He draped one arm over Iason's shoulder and let his other hand rest against his chest, his head slightly above Iason's due to his elevated position. Being this close to the other Blondie still felt a little strange, but not uncomfortable, and though their bodies were almost identical in height Raoul felt not nearly as awkward sitting on Iason's lap as he had expected he would.

He let Iason guide him into the kiss, tilting his head to slot his lips against the other Blondie's. Iason had correctly identified his pet's true desire. Raoul had been longing for a repeat of this particular indulgence ever since the first time Iason had kissed him, and though they had shared another kiss in the aftermath of Raoul's first act of submission it had hardly quenched his thirst. It amazed him that something as base and vulgar as an exchange of saliva could feel so incredible. Riki was a fool to spurn Iason's affections. Any pet would be proud to be in his place, but the only thing the mongrel had been clamouring for was his freedom, until finally Iason had sent him back to the trash heap that was Ceres.

Gentle soft lips pressed up against his own willingly, again making the memory of Riki's resistance or reluctance flicker in his mind. It was a comfortable lull, one which made him distracted before realizing what Raoul had done. Feeling that brush of tongue, Iason refocused, eyes opening and narrowing at his pet's comment. His pet's initiative took him off guard once again and their lips met. Iason could not help but bite lightly at Raoul's lips, remembering how glossy and plump they were. "So do you."

Iason found himself enjoying Raoul, whose willing affection was like sweet honey to Riki's sharp alcoholic taste. As much as he loved teasing his pets, Riki's pure distaste of him at times had grated on his nerves unshown on his face. It was what made knowing when Riki could not resist the pleasure satisfying. But for Raoul, a Blondie who should not indulge in pleasures, to be doing so with him was another kind of satisfaction, one which felt indulgent to him.

Raoul's shoulders relaxed and drooped and his skin tingled pleasurably at the soft brush of Iason's fingertips. He glanced to the side to watch their reflection in the tall floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one side of Iason's penthouse, providing him with a visual image to accompany the soothing strokes of the hairbrush. Just as he was sinking into the tranquility of the moment, Iason descended on him like a hawk on a mouse. Outwardly, Raoul remained stock-still. Inwardly, his circuits stuttered at the casual possessiveness of Iason addressing him as his pet.

"There's no such thing as a perfect pet, and pets are meant to burden their masters. Otherwise they would not be so helpless." A low timbre coaxed softly by Raoul's ear, before Iason straightened and set the brush aside, having completed his task. He then took Raoul's hand in his own, leading him lightly to his seat, and pulling his pet onto his lap. One thing Raoul was right about, he did enjoy having his pets on his lap and in his arms. The intimacy was very comfortable for the Blondie, when he acknowledged said pet.