Amoyan ChristMass - Chapter 6: Under the Mistletoe Part 2 POST 2
And here's post 2 ;) I had to post this chapter in 2 separate posts, cause apparently it's too long for a single post... :P
Summary:
On Amoy there are two kinds of celebrations that go back on the Earthen tradition of Christmas: Jupiter Mass in Tanagura and Christime in Ceres, however each of these versions lacks something crucial... Could two star-crossed lovers, one from Tanagura and one from Ceres, possibly find a way to make things right and convey the true meaning of Christmas?;) In this chapter Iason and Riki get down to "business" for real ;) This will be followed shortly by an epilogue.
Rating: definitely a big fat MA! there is lots and lots of real, explicit action coming, you've been warned!;)
Author's notes:
Pooh! Finally, I’ve managed to finish this fic!:D This last chapter turns out to be a lot longer than other chapters, despite me splitting it up into two parts… oh well that’s more fun for everyone I suppose ;) I hope I’m not disappointing anybody here, cause from what I’ve read in the reviews some people have pretty high expectations… so I hope I’ve managed to pretty much satisfy everybody with this :) I’ve no experience writing actual love scenes, so I do hope this isn’t too cliché or hilariously ridiculous or something :P Do let me know if something’s bothering you about it and I’ll try my best to improve :) This is the last chapter but there’s a very short lyrics epilogue coming after this, which I will post on here shortly, it’s already been written but I just gotta read over it once more ;) I hope you’ll all enjoy this final chapter and the epilogue and please write me a review to tell me what you think!:D
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Oh my God! Is he seriously asking me to…?! Riki did not respond at first, unsure if this was all just a figment of his imagination or if his Blondie had really just asked him to pop his cherry. For an Elite to take one of their Pets was one thing, but to openly and physically submit themselves to the will of an inferior like that? Truly unheard of.
“Are you sure?” No matter how much Riki desired both to have the man in a sexual way and to have the Elite in a submissive position for a change, he would not do so if his partner wasn’t truly willing. Life on the streets as an attractive teenager had often taught him exactly what it was like to be on the receiving end of molestation. Not to mention on a deep level he genuinely cared about Iason’s well-being, only he did not realise to what an extreme extent this went just yet.
“Am I perhaps… hah… in the habit of asking… for things I don’t want?”, the other asked with a look of smouldering blue heat, while gently pulling Riki’s body up and parting his own legs as if in invitation. “No but… well, you’re not exactly sure what to expect from this, I take it?”, Riki asked with what must have been a look of slight concern. “There’s no need… to hold back, Riki… like I said earlier… you cannot possibly damage me.” Riki wanted to say there were other kinds of damage than mere physical damage, but looking at Iason spread out for him on the bed, his long blonde hair tangled chaotically and sexily around his white, marble body, he really did not want to go into it. The discussion that is.
Riki moved up and on top of the Elite’s attractive body and started nibbling his rosy already-hard nipples while simultaneously rubbing his hips against his abdomen. He noticed that Iason’s body temperature was up, to the point where rubbing against him felt as relaxing as having a hot shower, but given the context also extremely stimulating. Riki moaned openly - no point in holding back if even his ice bunny didn’t - and moved higher up in order to thoroughly French-kiss the blonde, exploring every dark, moist corner of his sweet mouth. In between kisses he mischievously whispered in his ear while licking along its shell: “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make it good for you, I want you to enjoy this just as much as I will. I want to make you scream your pleasure for all to hear… especially cause of how embarrassing it must be for you.” After which Riki felt his pale lover shiver in his arms and moan softly, apparently he actually liked the prospect of that kind of embarrassment at the hands of his mongrel.
Riki could swear Iason actually tasted a little bit like honey, strange how he had never noticed it before. And the more he tasted it, the stronger was the need to taste more. By the time he was done exploring his lover’s mouth, his need had suddenly become very urgent, almost as if he had taken aphrodisiacs but he hadn’t. “Ah! Oh, holy shit…! Aargh!” What in the hell was that?! Had he been fed something without his knowledge perhaps? Not that it really mattered now. Encouraged by the frizzy, hot sensation that was slowly but surely spreading across his entire body, Riki surged up and passionately kissed his lover again. Iason responded in kind with his usual possessiveness, as if he wanted to suck out and drink Riki’s very soul. But it soon turned to an unusual surrendering gentleness as the blonde securely put his arms around the mongrel’s dark-skinned back, holding on almost like a child to its protector. “That’s it, honey… just hold unto me, you’re safe with me…”, the mongrel cooed in between the burning kisses and desperate gasps for air. He tasted like honey too, so it seemed like accurate sweet-talk.
The mongrel continued to kiss his currently submissive Blondie with ardent vigour and then started thrusting his hips and erection in between his lover’s legs and against his surprisingly soft, pleasing buttocks. To Riki’s slight surprise, he noticed that the insides of Iason’s legs and also his bottom were slightly moist, which was strange considering his artificial body did not sweat at all. This fact only added to his strong, growing lust for the gorgeous man below him.
Dammit, I can’t go on like this much longer! Riki suddenly jumped from the bed and started fumbling around inside and then in the vicinity of the nightstand. The sudden deprivation of satisfying sensations led Iason to emit something that sounded almost like a pained groan. “Riki… What… are you doing there?... Get back here!”, Iason exclaimed, a touch of his usual authoritative voice returning as his impatience increased to an almost unbearable level. “Yeah, yeah, I know… What’d’ya think I’m doin’? You got any lube around here somewhere?”
“I don’t need any. Get back here this instance!”, Iason yelled as loud as he could given the fact that he’d also switched off his higher voice volume. “Please?”, he then added as an afterthought, his anger dissipating and being replaced with new desire as he observed Riki kneeling stark-naked right next to the bed while continuing his search, his delectable bum up in the air.
“Sssshhhh ssh ssh… No need to get upset, sugar, it’ll be worth the wait, I promise”, the mongrel replied with a rather saucy wink as he continued searching through the contents of the nightstand.
“I told you I don’t need any, Riki, for the love of Jupiter, get back in here!” What would it take to get him to come back and finish what he’d started while keeping his mongrel’s integrity intact? Not to mention it was the sort of sexual act that couldn’t exactly be forced upon the actual instigator.
“But…”, the mongrel began to argue, despite his own apparent need which bounced around in front of his body in a way that would’ve been comic in any other situation.
“I don’t need any lubricant because I produce my own, there is no need for you to be quite so considerate, my love”, Iason spoke in a calmer, more soothing tone, as he realised that the elongated wait was being caused by Riki’s concern for his comfort. Confusion appeared anew on Riki’s face, but then his earlier observation occurred to him. “So thàt’s what that moist stuff was! What, you just… make that yourself? That’s so weird! And kinda sexy…”, he said with a lewd smile and started descending upon the blonde’s defenceless, seductive body, that looked all the more tasty due to its passivity and lack of resistance.
As the mongrel slowly began to sneak up on him like a black wolf would a lamb, extremely pleasurable sensations of lustful anticipation and a deep, secret need to be brought closer to his Riki took over Iason’s rationality. Yet at the same time said approach also gave rise to a very different - yet equally fascinating and mind-blowing - sensation that Iason had never really experienced during the many decades of his life as an Elite. Not having ever felt the cold, electrical-current-like emotion before, Iason did not even realise what emotion it actually was. But as soon as Riki detected it in his partner’s eyes he could tell exactly what it was straight away. It surprised him and it only made his prey all the more appealing to the mongrel’s darker, vengeance-bent side. For it’s not everyday that a mere mongrel and Pet observes fear in the eyes of his tyrannical Elite Master.
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Damn! He’s actually afraid of me! But then why has he put himself in this position in the first place? A very strong part of Riki wanted to jump at the opportunity to give back some of the pain and fear he himself had felt at the hands of his former Master. Yet another part of him did not want to spoil this long-awaited moment by contaminating it with the hatred brought on by living under Tanaguran oppression. No, Iason had put his trust in him, had for the first time ever called him his lover and was making a real effort to suppress his bred and conditioned domineering Elite nature in order to make Riki feel like an equal. Not to mention his love life had been the only part of his life with Iason where the cold-hearted Elite had slightly defrosted and had truly done his best to make Riki experience pleasure - on a level that had been unimaginable to him before - without there being any pain, humiliation or resentment added into the mix. Of course the mongrel had felt hurt and humiliated either way, but he had always known that had not been Iason’s intention, not in that particular context. In fact the safety of the haven of Iason’s bedroom had for a very long time been the only thing standing between the imprisoned mongrel and true despair.
“I think you forgot to turn your fear button …”, Riki said as he installed himself between Iason’s legs again and pulled him closer by his satiny hair to kiss him deeply and with a passionate hunger, almost as if he wanted to devour his blonde, icy angel on the spot.
“Oh? It that what this strange sensation is?... Truth be told, there are no sensations or emotions that I would want to switch off when I am with you, my Riki. Not even pain or fear. After all, it would not be fair to you seeing as how you never had that option”, Iason spoke with devoted conviction, although his voice had become slightly shaky.
“Wanna hear a secret?”, the mongrel said with a naughty look as if he was about to indulge Iason by telling him a well-kept, shocking secret. “Even if I’d had such a button I wouldn’t’ve used it, not when we were together like that. Cause I liked it… hell, I liked each and every single moment of it. So I’m gonna make damn sure that you’ll enjoy this to the maximum too!” It was not an easy confession to make for a mongrel with Riki’s pride, but he felt the situation simply called for it. To let Iason know that he was not alone in this, that Riki felt the same way about him. Not that the mongrel would’ve gone as far as to actually admit it. That would take a lot more time and circumstances of a much extremer and more definite kind.
The Elite’s fear did not abide completely, yet he felt significantly calmer after hearing such a confession from his mongrel, knowing how hard it must’ve been for him to admit even that much. Therefore he knew that Riki was being truly supportive and was not planning on taking advantage by using his current position of power to exact revenge. Not that Iason would have truly minded if he did, it would not have changed his longing to add this dynamic to their relationship. Elites could be extremely stubborn when they wanted something badly enough.
Riki started fiercely kissing Iason’s lips again, a distinctly biological heat appearing to be transferred from his human, living body to the frosty Elite’s mechanical one. At this the blonde felt the tingling in his loins being renewed and becoming even stronger, and it was as if the icy chill of fear only added to that excitement. “Shit, Iason, you’re so hot like this…”, the mongrel breathed lustfully as his skilful hands found their way to his lover’s virginal entrance, his finger slipping inside easily due to the copious amount of sticky fluid that appeared to flow from the Elite’s insides. Riki briefly wondered what in Jupiter’s name that stuff actually was but then decided that he would ask that question at a time when he wasn’t otherwise preoccupied. It had to be synthetic, that was a fact. It had a sweet, almost earthy smell to it, not entirely unlike the sweet wafts of almonds and cherry blossoms that Riki was currently inhaling while burying his face inside of the abundance of soft, blonde hair. He’d always assumed it had been some kind of shampoo, but perhaps the smell was being emitted by the Elite’s own body, a thought which definitely turned Riki on as well.
When Riki added a second finger inside of his Elite’s warm, sticky core there was more resistance, almost as if the flexible inner walls around his fingers were rhythmically clenching and unclenching. Riki tried not to think about what that would feel like on a more sensitive and bigger body-part than a finger, for that would definitely drive him mad with desire and make him lose what little self-control he had left. After having pushed his second finger all the way inside as well, the mongrel noticed a change in the blonde’s behaviour.
Iason’s entire body was shaking, he pushed his hips slightly upwards and he hooked one of his legs, albeit gently, around Riki’s neck almost as if in an automatism. Riki could not look away anymore after being exposed to the erotic sight of Iason Mink passionately grabbing unto the side and head of the bed while twisting and turning around as if dozens of slithering snakes were right beneath his purely white skin. Also his vocal behaviour came with a more strongly developed eagerness. “Aaaaah!... Yes!... Oh yes, my Riki… Touch me there again!... Please, touch me…” While listening to his blonde’s sexy, encouraging voice, Riki felt the hot blood being pumped southwards even more and started pushing a third finger inside without much hesitation. At this Iason’s moans became even more pronounced and significantly louder, it almost sounded as if he were coming already yet it went on and on and on … The Blondie now shook over his entire body and moved his limbs around even more feverishly, while throwing his head back in surrender and screaming non-stop in a way that betrayed he could do an inhumanly long time without air.
Riki knew - in theory - that he ought to be shocked and that this kind of behaviour from one with a normally iron self-control was very abnormal. Yet something about the shrill sounds, and especially about the sweet smell that was now continuously filling his nostrils, made Riki forget all about anything but what he was doing to the blonde. It made him all the more eager to take what he wanted without any more hesitation and to truly revel in it until he was entirely spent. He’d never thought it possible but somehow Iason’s current bedroom antics were exciting Riki even more than usual. “Ahah… ah, Riki… I’m sorry… ah!”, Iason tried to speak, his intoxicating blue eyes looking as if he was in pain due to all the pleasure that was surrounding and suffocating him. “Sssshhh… you’ve nothing to be sorry for, my love… I mean, not now, not here… Argh! Crap, Iason, I can’t… I don’t think I can hold back and go slow…”, Riki responded soothingly but with his overboiling passion apparent in his voice.
The mongrel truly began to believe that both he and Iason had been fed a huge amount of a powerful aphrodisiac, but he had no idea when this could’ve happened and he did not understand at all why Iason would be effected by it, seeing as how Elite were supposed to be immune to all toxins and hallucinogens.
Riki rose up on all fours and covered Iason’s body with his own, the constant movements of the heated body beneath him making the contact all the more enjoyable. He then buried his fingers inside his lover’s splendid blonde locks and kissed him wildly, sliding his rock-hard phallus across Iason’s soft inner thigh with a low, purring moan. “Ah, Iason… my love, I want you so bad!”, he cried out, biting his lips so hard they actually bled. “Then have me, my Riki… Oh!... please, my beautiful Riki… I could only be yours… take what belongs to you… Aaahaa… only you, Riki… I want you to take me…”, the usually stoic blonde responded heatedly, while hungrily kissing and licking the mongrel’s face and throat, digging his fingernails deeply into Riki’s shoulderblades and then feverishly scratching them down his back. It was as if the sharp pain just made it all the more sweeter to the mongrel, for right after it he screamed out his ecstasy and pushed the tip of his manhood against the Elite’s hot, wet entrance.
“Yes! Yes, Riki! Ah… ah, please… Please!”, Iason screamed at the current top of his lungs - which was still considerably loud - and locked his legs around Riki’s waist, pushing his foot into the mongrel’s left butt-cheek in order to glue him even more closely to his own hips. All this was simply too much for the human, who reached his breaking-point and took his long-awaited, golden prize in one hard, absolutely delicious push. It was exquisite beyond words. Riki screamed so loudly he was sure he would have no voice left in the morning, unable to hold in all of that heavenly bliss. He had expected it to be good, just not this unbelievably ecstatic. It felt as if Iason was hugging him and at the same time pulling him in. Seeing as how it was wet and warm it felt similar to getting a blow-job, only this was way tighter and it was accompanied by a strange, vibrating sensation. With the added stimuli provided by Iason’s intense cries Riki knew he couldn’t possibly go on like this for much longer. The way the blonde held unto Riki’s body with all of his limbs yet could not make his body’s violent shuddering stop. The feeling of his hot, agitated breathing in Riki’s neck, accompanied by frenzied kisses and the delightfully tickling slide of that mass of marvellous golden hair against Riki’s over-sensitive skin. The heady fragrance of the blonde nymph’s sweet skin and hair. But all of that was nothing compared to the glimpses that Riki caught of the expression of utter and complete bliss on his lover’s celestial visage: in those moments the mongrel knew for sure that he meant more to the Blondie than either one of them could admit or even possibly express to the fullest.
Just when Riki thought it could not possibly get any more exuberant, hot-and-cold sparks were added to the maelstrom of euphoric stimulations. Exhilarating pleasure overwhelmed Riki’s senses as his body and spirit reached their highest point and was initially accompanied by a feeling of loss: he had wanted to last longer and suck up as much of those elated sensations as possible. But somehow Riki’s body was held at said highest point for a very unusual amount of time, during which he could not even let out a single sound due the sheer intensity of his seemingly infinite peak. His very soul soared to such an extent that he momentarily lost all sense of self-awareness and was totally clueless as to where his body ended and his lover’s body began. He could hear the rushing of his heated blood in every fibre of his body, followed by an enraptured, long scream of which he did not even know whether it was him, Iason or both of them who had thrown it towards the heavens. These overflowing, euphoric feelings continued to wash over Riki until the sensory overload became too much for his human body to sustain anymore, and he actually blacked out …
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“…iki? Riki, darling, are you all right?” It felt as if he had been ran over by a high-speed train, several times after each other. Slowly the blurry spots of light and dark that he could distinguish became more focused and he could make out the angelic, fair face of the one who had spoken to him. It took a while for him to even notice the uncharacteristic look of concern in Iason’s sky-blue eyes. “Ia.. Iason?... Wh… what happened?”, the mongrel asked while staring first at his lover and then at the rest of the bedroom in wonder, as if he was unsure as to where he was or how he got there. “You lost consciousness for approximately 4,3 minutes. I was worried, I… apologise, apparently I had forgotten all sense of rational control at the time.”
“Seriously? You give a guy an orgasm that’s so ecstatic it makes him black out and you apologise for losing control? Shi-it, Tanagura’s trained you good, Iason Mink”, the dark-haired young man responded mirthfully, while removing a lock of stray, pretty hair from his blonde lover’s face in a remarkably gentle way. He felt damn good, almost as if his body had been completely rejuvenated or some heavy burden had suddenly fallen off of him.
“I am glad you are all right, Riki”, his Elite murmured softly, after which he elegantly moved closer to Riki and placed a gentle, deliciously sweet kiss on his lips. For some reason or other it made the mongrel blush. Not because the kiss was passionate or lustful but because there was simply nothing sexual about it. It was simply an expression of pure love and caring devotion.
“All right you call this? Damn, I’m better than all right, I’ve never felt so good in my life! It’s like I’ve been reborn or something… Hey, what the hell did you slip me and when? Cause I don’t remember eating or drinking anything since I got here... Not that I mind, whatever stuff that was you should’ve fed it to me before.” Seeing Iason’s look of surprise, he added: “Oh come on! Now don’t tell me you gave me nothing, cause I was feeling butt-crazy from the very start! Not that I don’t feel that way anyways with you around, but usually not that quickly.”
“I am not aware of any aphrodisiacs being used on either one of us. But I had a similar thought during the first moments of our engagement, which should be impossible seeing as how I am immune to any and all sorts of stimulants of that kind, a precaution Jupiter has built into my very immune-system.”
“Perhaps it was like… y’know… cause you’re in love? I mean that kinda makes people feel fluffy like you’ve taken drugs or something, makes everything blurry, makes you feel stressful and makes your stomach upset, stuff like that…”, Riki started musing, trying to answer some questions and not even aware of how he had just stated how Tanagura’s famously apathic Head of the Syndicate really was in love with him. “Perhaps, as long as I am still partially human Jupiter will not be able to change anything about how hormones effect me just like they do any other human being”, the Elite added without even attempting to deny any of what Riki had just said. Including how he was head over heels for the mongrel, despite being theoretically unfeeling and the immense, unbridgeable divide between their respective social classes. “Yeah, but that don’t explain what’s been effecting me. I mean I’ve kinda felt that way around you since… well, more or less since the day I met you. So this ought to be nothing new to me, yet it was… definitely much more intense, really like I was drugged.”
As Riki laid back down on the bed, crossing his arms under his head in a completely at-ease, nonchalant fashion, his blonde lover went to lay down next to him, aligning their bodies and pulling the mongrel into his embrace, his possessive nature glorifying in the fact that the mongrel’s lean, tan body did not resist this move in the slightest. His gift to the mongrel had definitely brought on a lot of thereto unseen progress, it had been well worth his sacrifice. Not to mention he had enjoyed it to a far greater extent than he had ever thought it possible for one such as himself. While caressing the other’s unruly, midnight locks Iason continued to ponder the mystery of how somehow whatever had been effecting his metabolism had also been effecting Riki’s. Then something occurred to him…
“What is it? Did you think of an answer already?”, asked Riki as he noticed that Iason had suddenly stirred slightly. In the aftermath of their intensive, blissful love-making his body was apparently still more responsive than usual, which gave Riki an actual clue as to what the coldly calculating Elite could be thinking. It was actually kind of scary.
“I believe we were effected by the exact same biological component. However despite you receiving a much smaller dose than I, the fact that I was used to the component and you were not made you react in such an extreme way”, Iason began explaining, while still wearing that expression that suggested that he was equally dumb-founded at what had happened than Riki was. “What the fuck do you mean you were used to it? How could you be used to a drug if you’re not even supposed to be effected by them?”, the mongrel impatiently probed further, if the blonde knew something he should just be spitting it out, not talking in riddles!
“As I’m sure someone who grew up in the slums knows, the way in which a recipient reacts to a drug is not just determined by the dose of the drug but by how often that person uses a drug. As a user receives a dose of the same drug on a regular basis, the user will require a higher dose each time in order to achieve the same effect. I started taking a drug produced by my own endocrine glands probably since the first time I saw you, therefore now I would require much more of it to have the effect it did. Which explains why Jupiter does not wish for me to switch off the controls she has installed in my software, for those controls are rather essential to maintaining any kind of control over my body”, Iason continued, trying to keep his explanation as essential as possible.
“Yeah yeah, that explains why you were so effected, but what about me? You usually do one hell of a number on me, but not quite as extreme as that …”, Riki said while scrunching up his forehead in puzzlement, which according to Iason made him look very cute.
“I simply passed it on to you through my bodily fluids. You are probably not aware of this, but Elite bodies - as opposed to human bodies - have only one bodily fluid that mainly serves as both our blood and our lymph and is passed from a limited number of mechanical organs to the brain, seeing as how that still requires nourishment and oxygen like any other organic tissue. However on occasion that fluid also serves other purposes, seeing as how like many parts of our mechanical bodies it actually based on the same standard as android bodies, and those also include sex-androids, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, Riki. Sex-androids differ from other androids mainly because they require fluids to satisfactorily fulfil their functions, fluids created and passed around through the same basic system that is also used to pass the “blood” of the Elite around. Therefore if that one fluid at some point were to start transporting human hormones around and came into contact with another human being’s bodily fluids, it could be passed on from an Elite body to a human body, in theory at least. I’ve never heard of an antecedent for this, but of course Elites do not generally make use of their fluids in a sexual manner”, Iason finished his explanation, continuing to think along those lines and what it could mean for Riki, but choosing not to speak of any other effects that his bodily fluids might have had on Riki and that could also account for him feeling so chipper now despite their exhaustive activities throughout the night.
“So wait… you’ve overdosed on natural drugs in your blood cause you switched off your control buttons… and then you’ve passed a crazy dose of it on to me through your spit and… whatever that stuff was… and that caused my super-high and following knock-out? That is some weird shit all right! Not that I really mind”, the mongrel ended with a cheeky wink, stretching out on the bed like an energetic kitten bathing in the sun. “Or wait, this could not have a bad effect on me or something, right?”
Iason could not stifle a small laugh at his mongrel’s suddenly worried, rather wide-eyed expression. “There is no need to worry, my Riki, the filters cleaning my blood are a lot more effective than your liver and the ingredients of my blood are purer and less harmful. It is essentially all the same fluid, yet in different stages of aggregation depending on the required function. It is called ambrosia, a term the ancient Greeks used for the food of the gods. In fact, the belief was, that if a mere mortal were to somehow get a hold of it and consume it, that mortal would himself become a god as well”, the divine-looking creature concluded with a subtle, mysteriously daring smile.
Ambrosia. Freaking unbelievable! Probably just a word Jupiter came up with in her whole God complex… or could there be some truth to Iason’s story? Better not to think about what the stuff could do, as I’ve kinda taken in a lot of it …
“Crap, you guys need a fancy, worshipper-inspiring term for everything down to your bloody spunk. Hell, I don’t care if you’re supposedly made out of rock from Mount Olympus, but I ain’t gonna crawl in the dust for ya!”
“And I would not want you to, Riki. It is why I love you. Hard as it may be to believe for one of such a low social ranking of your own, it is rather nice not to be all the way up in the food chain for a change and to be treated like the equal of an inhabitant from Ceres”, the usually stoic and distant Elite spoke with a note of cheerfulness his mongrel speaking to him in such a vulgar manner. “By the way, the name Ceres was actually coined by your forefathers and just happens to be a reference to the Roman goddess of agriculture, grain and fertility. Which I have to admit is rather accurate seeing as how Guardian is the only place on Amoy where real fertility still exists. Or is it meant to suggest that Ceres is the place from which humanity will grow once more?”, Iason inquired with a rather interested tone. Ever since he had met Riki he had developed in interest in all things related to Ceres, and Riki was a much more suitable candidate for questioning in that respect than Katze was.
“I’ve no idea… I never even knew it was the name of some old goddess… Fertility, huh? Well, it ain’t for lack of trying from where I’m sitting! Shit if you were fertile I’m pretty sure we’d just have made a whole lot of babies”, Riki laughed, trying to imagine whether their kids would be snobby, pretty little princesses like Iason or naughty, ill-mannered little troublemakers like himself. “Not sure what to make of that grain though, we sure don’t have any of that lying around in Ceres…” Then the mongrel fell completely silent as he all of a sudden realised something. Did he just say… ? No, it can’t be! It must’ve been my mind playing tricks. “Did you just…?”
“Did I just what?”, the Elite asked with a raised eyebrow, pretending he did not know exactly what it was his mongrel was referring to. After all he had thrown it into the natural line of conversation on purpose just to see if Riki would notice and comment on it, and if so in what way.
“That you didn’t want me to kiss your feet cause… well, you’re the one who said it!” If I misheard him or something this would sure be embarrassing as hell… Shit, of course I misheard him, I must have! Yet what if there was a small chance that maybe the unreachable, perfect object of his secret affections reciprocated those feelings?
“I have not the slightest idea of what it is you mean, Riki. Please speak more clearly.” Would Riki dare to go into more detail and be more explicit? Could this be the long-awaited moment, in which Iason’s beloved mongrel would finally become his in soul as well?
“Oh, never mind! I probably just imagined it anyways…”, Riki yelled, his frustration and inner turmoil evident, after which he tried to stifle a giant yawn. This had been one hell of a marathon, even for Iason Mink’s standards. Not to mention the emotional rollercoaster that went along with it.
“You should try to get some sleep, my Riki, as I would not wish your health to suffer from our physically draining engagements. Not to worry, you still have a couple of hours before dawn”, the Blondie spoke as he turned towards his most cherished possession, only to see that the mongrel had already fallen fast asleep and was now snoring softly and rather endearingly as he lay on the bed, naked and curled up like a stray cat. The blonde moved slightly closer on the bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping wild and thorny rose.
In the mean time it had begun to snow again right outside the sanctuary of the lovers’ bedroom. The biting cold, beautifully shimmering and perfectly symmetrical little stars mercilessly covered the entire windowsill in a matter of minutes, almost as if trying to erase the very life from it by adding layer upon layer of muffling, pristinely sterile white. The cold, perfectly symmetrical creature with the beautifully shimmering hair covered the defenceless, slumbering form of the mongrel in the bed with a pristinely white blanket. After which he leaned down to chastely kiss his dark, sweaty forehead and softly whispered: “But I do love you, my darling Riki, ever since the very first time I’d set eyes on you. And I always will. You are mine, now and forever, body and soul.”
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Ending theme: Amazon Trance - White Christmas
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To Be Continued … By An Epilogue
Summary:
On Amoy there are two kinds of celebrations that go back on the Earthen tradition of Christmas: Jupiter Mass in Tanagura and Christime in Ceres, however each of these versions lacks something crucial... Could two star-crossed lovers, one from Tanagura and one from Ceres, possibly find a way to make things right and convey the true meaning of Christmas?;) In this chapter Iason and Riki get down to "business" for real ;) This will be followed shortly by an epilogue.
Rating: definitely a big fat MA! there is lots and lots of real, explicit action coming, you've been warned!;)
Author's notes:
Pooh! Finally, I’ve managed to finish this fic!:D This last chapter turns out to be a lot longer than other chapters, despite me splitting it up into two parts… oh well that’s more fun for everyone I suppose ;) I hope I’m not disappointing anybody here, cause from what I’ve read in the reviews some people have pretty high expectations… so I hope I’ve managed to pretty much satisfy everybody with this :) I’ve no experience writing actual love scenes, so I do hope this isn’t too cliché or hilariously ridiculous or something :P Do let me know if something’s bothering you about it and I’ll try my best to improve :) This is the last chapter but there’s a very short lyrics epilogue coming after this, which I will post on here shortly, it’s already been written but I just gotta read over it once more ;) I hope you’ll all enjoy this final chapter and the epilogue and please write me a review to tell me what you think!:D
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Oh my God! Is he seriously asking me to…?! Riki did not respond at first, unsure if this was all just a figment of his imagination or if his Blondie had really just asked him to pop his cherry. For an Elite to take one of their Pets was one thing, but to openly and physically submit themselves to the will of an inferior like that? Truly unheard of.
“Are you sure?” No matter how much Riki desired both to have the man in a sexual way and to have the Elite in a submissive position for a change, he would not do so if his partner wasn’t truly willing. Life on the streets as an attractive teenager had often taught him exactly what it was like to be on the receiving end of molestation. Not to mention on a deep level he genuinely cared about Iason’s well-being, only he did not realise to what an extreme extent this went just yet.
“Am I perhaps… hah… in the habit of asking… for things I don’t want?”, the other asked with a look of smouldering blue heat, while gently pulling Riki’s body up and parting his own legs as if in invitation. “No but… well, you’re not exactly sure what to expect from this, I take it?”, Riki asked with what must have been a look of slight concern. “There’s no need… to hold back, Riki… like I said earlier… you cannot possibly damage me.” Riki wanted to say there were other kinds of damage than mere physical damage, but looking at Iason spread out for him on the bed, his long blonde hair tangled chaotically and sexily around his white, marble body, he really did not want to go into it. The discussion that is.
Riki moved up and on top of the Elite’s attractive body and started nibbling his rosy already-hard nipples while simultaneously rubbing his hips against his abdomen. He noticed that Iason’s body temperature was up, to the point where rubbing against him felt as relaxing as having a hot shower, but given the context also extremely stimulating. Riki moaned openly - no point in holding back if even his ice bunny didn’t - and moved higher up in order to thoroughly French-kiss the blonde, exploring every dark, moist corner of his sweet mouth. In between kisses he mischievously whispered in his ear while licking along its shell: “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make it good for you, I want you to enjoy this just as much as I will. I want to make you scream your pleasure for all to hear… especially cause of how embarrassing it must be for you.” After which Riki felt his pale lover shiver in his arms and moan softly, apparently he actually liked the prospect of that kind of embarrassment at the hands of his mongrel.
Riki could swear Iason actually tasted a little bit like honey, strange how he had never noticed it before. And the more he tasted it, the stronger was the need to taste more. By the time he was done exploring his lover’s mouth, his need had suddenly become very urgent, almost as if he had taken aphrodisiacs but he hadn’t. “Ah! Oh, holy shit…! Aargh!” What in the hell was that?! Had he been fed something without his knowledge perhaps? Not that it really mattered now. Encouraged by the frizzy, hot sensation that was slowly but surely spreading across his entire body, Riki surged up and passionately kissed his lover again. Iason responded in kind with his usual possessiveness, as if he wanted to suck out and drink Riki’s very soul. But it soon turned to an unusual surrendering gentleness as the blonde securely put his arms around the mongrel’s dark-skinned back, holding on almost like a child to its protector. “That’s it, honey… just hold unto me, you’re safe with me…”, the mongrel cooed in between the burning kisses and desperate gasps for air. He tasted like honey too, so it seemed like accurate sweet-talk.
The mongrel continued to kiss his currently submissive Blondie with ardent vigour and then started thrusting his hips and erection in between his lover’s legs and against his surprisingly soft, pleasing buttocks. To Riki’s slight surprise, he noticed that the insides of Iason’s legs and also his bottom were slightly moist, which was strange considering his artificial body did not sweat at all. This fact only added to his strong, growing lust for the gorgeous man below him.
Dammit, I can’t go on like this much longer! Riki suddenly jumped from the bed and started fumbling around inside and then in the vicinity of the nightstand. The sudden deprivation of satisfying sensations led Iason to emit something that sounded almost like a pained groan. “Riki… What… are you doing there?... Get back here!”, Iason exclaimed, a touch of his usual authoritative voice returning as his impatience increased to an almost unbearable level. “Yeah, yeah, I know… What’d’ya think I’m doin’? You got any lube around here somewhere?”
“I don’t need any. Get back here this instance!”, Iason yelled as loud as he could given the fact that he’d also switched off his higher voice volume. “Please?”, he then added as an afterthought, his anger dissipating and being replaced with new desire as he observed Riki kneeling stark-naked right next to the bed while continuing his search, his delectable bum up in the air.
“Sssshhhh ssh ssh… No need to get upset, sugar, it’ll be worth the wait, I promise”, the mongrel replied with a rather saucy wink as he continued searching through the contents of the nightstand.
“I told you I don’t need any, Riki, for the love of Jupiter, get back in here!” What would it take to get him to come back and finish what he’d started while keeping his mongrel’s integrity intact? Not to mention it was the sort of sexual act that couldn’t exactly be forced upon the actual instigator.
“But…”, the mongrel began to argue, despite his own apparent need which bounced around in front of his body in a way that would’ve been comic in any other situation.
“I don’t need any lubricant because I produce my own, there is no need for you to be quite so considerate, my love”, Iason spoke in a calmer, more soothing tone, as he realised that the elongated wait was being caused by Riki’s concern for his comfort. Confusion appeared anew on Riki’s face, but then his earlier observation occurred to him. “So thàt’s what that moist stuff was! What, you just… make that yourself? That’s so weird! And kinda sexy…”, he said with a lewd smile and started descending upon the blonde’s defenceless, seductive body, that looked all the more tasty due to its passivity and lack of resistance.
As the mongrel slowly began to sneak up on him like a black wolf would a lamb, extremely pleasurable sensations of lustful anticipation and a deep, secret need to be brought closer to his Riki took over Iason’s rationality. Yet at the same time said approach also gave rise to a very different - yet equally fascinating and mind-blowing - sensation that Iason had never really experienced during the many decades of his life as an Elite. Not having ever felt the cold, electrical-current-like emotion before, Iason did not even realise what emotion it actually was. But as soon as Riki detected it in his partner’s eyes he could tell exactly what it was straight away. It surprised him and it only made his prey all the more appealing to the mongrel’s darker, vengeance-bent side. For it’s not everyday that a mere mongrel and Pet observes fear in the eyes of his tyrannical Elite Master.
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Damn! He’s actually afraid of me! But then why has he put himself in this position in the first place? A very strong part of Riki wanted to jump at the opportunity to give back some of the pain and fear he himself had felt at the hands of his former Master. Yet another part of him did not want to spoil this long-awaited moment by contaminating it with the hatred brought on by living under Tanaguran oppression. No, Iason had put his trust in him, had for the first time ever called him his lover and was making a real effort to suppress his bred and conditioned domineering Elite nature in order to make Riki feel like an equal. Not to mention his love life had been the only part of his life with Iason where the cold-hearted Elite had slightly defrosted and had truly done his best to make Riki experience pleasure - on a level that had been unimaginable to him before - without there being any pain, humiliation or resentment added into the mix. Of course the mongrel had felt hurt and humiliated either way, but he had always known that had not been Iason’s intention, not in that particular context. In fact the safety of the haven of Iason’s bedroom had for a very long time been the only thing standing between the imprisoned mongrel and true despair.
“I think you forgot to turn your fear button …”, Riki said as he installed himself between Iason’s legs again and pulled him closer by his satiny hair to kiss him deeply and with a passionate hunger, almost as if he wanted to devour his blonde, icy angel on the spot.
“Oh? It that what this strange sensation is?... Truth be told, there are no sensations or emotions that I would want to switch off when I am with you, my Riki. Not even pain or fear. After all, it would not be fair to you seeing as how you never had that option”, Iason spoke with devoted conviction, although his voice had become slightly shaky.
“Wanna hear a secret?”, the mongrel said with a naughty look as if he was about to indulge Iason by telling him a well-kept, shocking secret. “Even if I’d had such a button I wouldn’t’ve used it, not when we were together like that. Cause I liked it… hell, I liked each and every single moment of it. So I’m gonna make damn sure that you’ll enjoy this to the maximum too!” It was not an easy confession to make for a mongrel with Riki’s pride, but he felt the situation simply called for it. To let Iason know that he was not alone in this, that Riki felt the same way about him. Not that the mongrel would’ve gone as far as to actually admit it. That would take a lot more time and circumstances of a much extremer and more definite kind.
The Elite’s fear did not abide completely, yet he felt significantly calmer after hearing such a confession from his mongrel, knowing how hard it must’ve been for him to admit even that much. Therefore he knew that Riki was being truly supportive and was not planning on taking advantage by using his current position of power to exact revenge. Not that Iason would have truly minded if he did, it would not have changed his longing to add this dynamic to their relationship. Elites could be extremely stubborn when they wanted something badly enough.
Riki started fiercely kissing Iason’s lips again, a distinctly biological heat appearing to be transferred from his human, living body to the frosty Elite’s mechanical one. At this the blonde felt the tingling in his loins being renewed and becoming even stronger, and it was as if the icy chill of fear only added to that excitement. “Shit, Iason, you’re so hot like this…”, the mongrel breathed lustfully as his skilful hands found their way to his lover’s virginal entrance, his finger slipping inside easily due to the copious amount of sticky fluid that appeared to flow from the Elite’s insides. Riki briefly wondered what in Jupiter’s name that stuff actually was but then decided that he would ask that question at a time when he wasn’t otherwise preoccupied. It had to be synthetic, that was a fact. It had a sweet, almost earthy smell to it, not entirely unlike the sweet wafts of almonds and cherry blossoms that Riki was currently inhaling while burying his face inside of the abundance of soft, blonde hair. He’d always assumed it had been some kind of shampoo, but perhaps the smell was being emitted by the Elite’s own body, a thought which definitely turned Riki on as well.
When Riki added a second finger inside of his Elite’s warm, sticky core there was more resistance, almost as if the flexible inner walls around his fingers were rhythmically clenching and unclenching. Riki tried not to think about what that would feel like on a more sensitive and bigger body-part than a finger, for that would definitely drive him mad with desire and make him lose what little self-control he had left. After having pushed his second finger all the way inside as well, the mongrel noticed a change in the blonde’s behaviour.
Iason’s entire body was shaking, he pushed his hips slightly upwards and he hooked one of his legs, albeit gently, around Riki’s neck almost as if in an automatism. Riki could not look away anymore after being exposed to the erotic sight of Iason Mink passionately grabbing unto the side and head of the bed while twisting and turning around as if dozens of slithering snakes were right beneath his purely white skin. Also his vocal behaviour came with a more strongly developed eagerness. “Aaaaah!... Yes!... Oh yes, my Riki… Touch me there again!... Please, touch me…” While listening to his blonde’s sexy, encouraging voice, Riki felt the hot blood being pumped southwards even more and started pushing a third finger inside without much hesitation. At this Iason’s moans became even more pronounced and significantly louder, it almost sounded as if he were coming already yet it went on and on and on … The Blondie now shook over his entire body and moved his limbs around even more feverishly, while throwing his head back in surrender and screaming non-stop in a way that betrayed he could do an inhumanly long time without air.
Riki knew - in theory - that he ought to be shocked and that this kind of behaviour from one with a normally iron self-control was very abnormal. Yet something about the shrill sounds, and especially about the sweet smell that was now continuously filling his nostrils, made Riki forget all about anything but what he was doing to the blonde. It made him all the more eager to take what he wanted without any more hesitation and to truly revel in it until he was entirely spent. He’d never thought it possible but somehow Iason’s current bedroom antics were exciting Riki even more than usual. “Ahah… ah, Riki… I’m sorry… ah!”, Iason tried to speak, his intoxicating blue eyes looking as if he was in pain due to all the pleasure that was surrounding and suffocating him. “Sssshhh… you’ve nothing to be sorry for, my love… I mean, not now, not here… Argh! Crap, Iason, I can’t… I don’t think I can hold back and go slow…”, Riki responded soothingly but with his overboiling passion apparent in his voice.
The mongrel truly began to believe that both he and Iason had been fed a huge amount of a powerful aphrodisiac, but he had no idea when this could’ve happened and he did not understand at all why Iason would be effected by it, seeing as how Elite were supposed to be immune to all toxins and hallucinogens.
Riki rose up on all fours and covered Iason’s body with his own, the constant movements of the heated body beneath him making the contact all the more enjoyable. He then buried his fingers inside his lover’s splendid blonde locks and kissed him wildly, sliding his rock-hard phallus across Iason’s soft inner thigh with a low, purring moan. “Ah, Iason… my love, I want you so bad!”, he cried out, biting his lips so hard they actually bled. “Then have me, my Riki… Oh!... please, my beautiful Riki… I could only be yours… take what belongs to you… Aaahaa… only you, Riki… I want you to take me…”, the usually stoic blonde responded heatedly, while hungrily kissing and licking the mongrel’s face and throat, digging his fingernails deeply into Riki’s shoulderblades and then feverishly scratching them down his back. It was as if the sharp pain just made it all the more sweeter to the mongrel, for right after it he screamed out his ecstasy and pushed the tip of his manhood against the Elite’s hot, wet entrance.
“Yes! Yes, Riki! Ah… ah, please… Please!”, Iason screamed at the current top of his lungs - which was still considerably loud - and locked his legs around Riki’s waist, pushing his foot into the mongrel’s left butt-cheek in order to glue him even more closely to his own hips. All this was simply too much for the human, who reached his breaking-point and took his long-awaited, golden prize in one hard, absolutely delicious push. It was exquisite beyond words. Riki screamed so loudly he was sure he would have no voice left in the morning, unable to hold in all of that heavenly bliss. He had expected it to be good, just not this unbelievably ecstatic. It felt as if Iason was hugging him and at the same time pulling him in. Seeing as how it was wet and warm it felt similar to getting a blow-job, only this was way tighter and it was accompanied by a strange, vibrating sensation. With the added stimuli provided by Iason’s intense cries Riki knew he couldn’t possibly go on like this for much longer. The way the blonde held unto Riki’s body with all of his limbs yet could not make his body’s violent shuddering stop. The feeling of his hot, agitated breathing in Riki’s neck, accompanied by frenzied kisses and the delightfully tickling slide of that mass of marvellous golden hair against Riki’s over-sensitive skin. The heady fragrance of the blonde nymph’s sweet skin and hair. But all of that was nothing compared to the glimpses that Riki caught of the expression of utter and complete bliss on his lover’s celestial visage: in those moments the mongrel knew for sure that he meant more to the Blondie than either one of them could admit or even possibly express to the fullest.
Just when Riki thought it could not possibly get any more exuberant, hot-and-cold sparks were added to the maelstrom of euphoric stimulations. Exhilarating pleasure overwhelmed Riki’s senses as his body and spirit reached their highest point and was initially accompanied by a feeling of loss: he had wanted to last longer and suck up as much of those elated sensations as possible. But somehow Riki’s body was held at said highest point for a very unusual amount of time, during which he could not even let out a single sound due the sheer intensity of his seemingly infinite peak. His very soul soared to such an extent that he momentarily lost all sense of self-awareness and was totally clueless as to where his body ended and his lover’s body began. He could hear the rushing of his heated blood in every fibre of his body, followed by an enraptured, long scream of which he did not even know whether it was him, Iason or both of them who had thrown it towards the heavens. These overflowing, euphoric feelings continued to wash over Riki until the sensory overload became too much for his human body to sustain anymore, and he actually blacked out …
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“…iki? Riki, darling, are you all right?” It felt as if he had been ran over by a high-speed train, several times after each other. Slowly the blurry spots of light and dark that he could distinguish became more focused and he could make out the angelic, fair face of the one who had spoken to him. It took a while for him to even notice the uncharacteristic look of concern in Iason’s sky-blue eyes. “Ia.. Iason?... Wh… what happened?”, the mongrel asked while staring first at his lover and then at the rest of the bedroom in wonder, as if he was unsure as to where he was or how he got there. “You lost consciousness for approximately 4,3 minutes. I was worried, I… apologise, apparently I had forgotten all sense of rational control at the time.”
“Seriously? You give a guy an orgasm that’s so ecstatic it makes him black out and you apologise for losing control? Shi-it, Tanagura’s trained you good, Iason Mink”, the dark-haired young man responded mirthfully, while removing a lock of stray, pretty hair from his blonde lover’s face in a remarkably gentle way. He felt damn good, almost as if his body had been completely rejuvenated or some heavy burden had suddenly fallen off of him.
“I am glad you are all right, Riki”, his Elite murmured softly, after which he elegantly moved closer to Riki and placed a gentle, deliciously sweet kiss on his lips. For some reason or other it made the mongrel blush. Not because the kiss was passionate or lustful but because there was simply nothing sexual about it. It was simply an expression of pure love and caring devotion.
“All right you call this? Damn, I’m better than all right, I’ve never felt so good in my life! It’s like I’ve been reborn or something… Hey, what the hell did you slip me and when? Cause I don’t remember eating or drinking anything since I got here... Not that I mind, whatever stuff that was you should’ve fed it to me before.” Seeing Iason’s look of surprise, he added: “Oh come on! Now don’t tell me you gave me nothing, cause I was feeling butt-crazy from the very start! Not that I don’t feel that way anyways with you around, but usually not that quickly.”
“I am not aware of any aphrodisiacs being used on either one of us. But I had a similar thought during the first moments of our engagement, which should be impossible seeing as how I am immune to any and all sorts of stimulants of that kind, a precaution Jupiter has built into my very immune-system.”
“Perhaps it was like… y’know… cause you’re in love? I mean that kinda makes people feel fluffy like you’ve taken drugs or something, makes everything blurry, makes you feel stressful and makes your stomach upset, stuff like that…”, Riki started musing, trying to answer some questions and not even aware of how he had just stated how Tanagura’s famously apathic Head of the Syndicate really was in love with him. “Perhaps, as long as I am still partially human Jupiter will not be able to change anything about how hormones effect me just like they do any other human being”, the Elite added without even attempting to deny any of what Riki had just said. Including how he was head over heels for the mongrel, despite being theoretically unfeeling and the immense, unbridgeable divide between their respective social classes. “Yeah, but that don’t explain what’s been effecting me. I mean I’ve kinda felt that way around you since… well, more or less since the day I met you. So this ought to be nothing new to me, yet it was… definitely much more intense, really like I was drugged.”
As Riki laid back down on the bed, crossing his arms under his head in a completely at-ease, nonchalant fashion, his blonde lover went to lay down next to him, aligning their bodies and pulling the mongrel into his embrace, his possessive nature glorifying in the fact that the mongrel’s lean, tan body did not resist this move in the slightest. His gift to the mongrel had definitely brought on a lot of thereto unseen progress, it had been well worth his sacrifice. Not to mention he had enjoyed it to a far greater extent than he had ever thought it possible for one such as himself. While caressing the other’s unruly, midnight locks Iason continued to ponder the mystery of how somehow whatever had been effecting his metabolism had also been effecting Riki’s. Then something occurred to him…
“What is it? Did you think of an answer already?”, asked Riki as he noticed that Iason had suddenly stirred slightly. In the aftermath of their intensive, blissful love-making his body was apparently still more responsive than usual, which gave Riki an actual clue as to what the coldly calculating Elite could be thinking. It was actually kind of scary.
“I believe we were effected by the exact same biological component. However despite you receiving a much smaller dose than I, the fact that I was used to the component and you were not made you react in such an extreme way”, Iason began explaining, while still wearing that expression that suggested that he was equally dumb-founded at what had happened than Riki was. “What the fuck do you mean you were used to it? How could you be used to a drug if you’re not even supposed to be effected by them?”, the mongrel impatiently probed further, if the blonde knew something he should just be spitting it out, not talking in riddles!
“As I’m sure someone who grew up in the slums knows, the way in which a recipient reacts to a drug is not just determined by the dose of the drug but by how often that person uses a drug. As a user receives a dose of the same drug on a regular basis, the user will require a higher dose each time in order to achieve the same effect. I started taking a drug produced by my own endocrine glands probably since the first time I saw you, therefore now I would require much more of it to have the effect it did. Which explains why Jupiter does not wish for me to switch off the controls she has installed in my software, for those controls are rather essential to maintaining any kind of control over my body”, Iason continued, trying to keep his explanation as essential as possible.
“Yeah yeah, that explains why you were so effected, but what about me? You usually do one hell of a number on me, but not quite as extreme as that …”, Riki said while scrunching up his forehead in puzzlement, which according to Iason made him look very cute.
“I simply passed it on to you through my bodily fluids. You are probably not aware of this, but Elite bodies - as opposed to human bodies - have only one bodily fluid that mainly serves as both our blood and our lymph and is passed from a limited number of mechanical organs to the brain, seeing as how that still requires nourishment and oxygen like any other organic tissue. However on occasion that fluid also serves other purposes, seeing as how like many parts of our mechanical bodies it actually based on the same standard as android bodies, and those also include sex-androids, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, Riki. Sex-androids differ from other androids mainly because they require fluids to satisfactorily fulfil their functions, fluids created and passed around through the same basic system that is also used to pass the “blood” of the Elite around. Therefore if that one fluid at some point were to start transporting human hormones around and came into contact with another human being’s bodily fluids, it could be passed on from an Elite body to a human body, in theory at least. I’ve never heard of an antecedent for this, but of course Elites do not generally make use of their fluids in a sexual manner”, Iason finished his explanation, continuing to think along those lines and what it could mean for Riki, but choosing not to speak of any other effects that his bodily fluids might have had on Riki and that could also account for him feeling so chipper now despite their exhaustive activities throughout the night.
“So wait… you’ve overdosed on natural drugs in your blood cause you switched off your control buttons… and then you’ve passed a crazy dose of it on to me through your spit and… whatever that stuff was… and that caused my super-high and following knock-out? That is some weird shit all right! Not that I really mind”, the mongrel ended with a cheeky wink, stretching out on the bed like an energetic kitten bathing in the sun. “Or wait, this could not have a bad effect on me or something, right?”
Iason could not stifle a small laugh at his mongrel’s suddenly worried, rather wide-eyed expression. “There is no need to worry, my Riki, the filters cleaning my blood are a lot more effective than your liver and the ingredients of my blood are purer and less harmful. It is essentially all the same fluid, yet in different stages of aggregation depending on the required function. It is called ambrosia, a term the ancient Greeks used for the food of the gods. In fact, the belief was, that if a mere mortal were to somehow get a hold of it and consume it, that mortal would himself become a god as well”, the divine-looking creature concluded with a subtle, mysteriously daring smile.
Ambrosia. Freaking unbelievable! Probably just a word Jupiter came up with in her whole God complex… or could there be some truth to Iason’s story? Better not to think about what the stuff could do, as I’ve kinda taken in a lot of it …
“Crap, you guys need a fancy, worshipper-inspiring term for everything down to your bloody spunk. Hell, I don’t care if you’re supposedly made out of rock from Mount Olympus, but I ain’t gonna crawl in the dust for ya!”
“And I would not want you to, Riki. It is why I love you. Hard as it may be to believe for one of such a low social ranking of your own, it is rather nice not to be all the way up in the food chain for a change and to be treated like the equal of an inhabitant from Ceres”, the usually stoic and distant Elite spoke with a note of cheerfulness his mongrel speaking to him in such a vulgar manner. “By the way, the name Ceres was actually coined by your forefathers and just happens to be a reference to the Roman goddess of agriculture, grain and fertility. Which I have to admit is rather accurate seeing as how Guardian is the only place on Amoy where real fertility still exists. Or is it meant to suggest that Ceres is the place from which humanity will grow once more?”, Iason inquired with a rather interested tone. Ever since he had met Riki he had developed in interest in all things related to Ceres, and Riki was a much more suitable candidate for questioning in that respect than Katze was.
“I’ve no idea… I never even knew it was the name of some old goddess… Fertility, huh? Well, it ain’t for lack of trying from where I’m sitting! Shit if you were fertile I’m pretty sure we’d just have made a whole lot of babies”, Riki laughed, trying to imagine whether their kids would be snobby, pretty little princesses like Iason or naughty, ill-mannered little troublemakers like himself. “Not sure what to make of that grain though, we sure don’t have any of that lying around in Ceres…” Then the mongrel fell completely silent as he all of a sudden realised something. Did he just say… ? No, it can’t be! It must’ve been my mind playing tricks. “Did you just…?”
“Did I just what?”, the Elite asked with a raised eyebrow, pretending he did not know exactly what it was his mongrel was referring to. After all he had thrown it into the natural line of conversation on purpose just to see if Riki would notice and comment on it, and if so in what way.
“That you didn’t want me to kiss your feet cause… well, you’re the one who said it!” If I misheard him or something this would sure be embarrassing as hell… Shit, of course I misheard him, I must have! Yet what if there was a small chance that maybe the unreachable, perfect object of his secret affections reciprocated those feelings?
“I have not the slightest idea of what it is you mean, Riki. Please speak more clearly.” Would Riki dare to go into more detail and be more explicit? Could this be the long-awaited moment, in which Iason’s beloved mongrel would finally become his in soul as well?
“Oh, never mind! I probably just imagined it anyways…”, Riki yelled, his frustration and inner turmoil evident, after which he tried to stifle a giant yawn. This had been one hell of a marathon, even for Iason Mink’s standards. Not to mention the emotional rollercoaster that went along with it.
“You should try to get some sleep, my Riki, as I would not wish your health to suffer from our physically draining engagements. Not to worry, you still have a couple of hours before dawn”, the Blondie spoke as he turned towards his most cherished possession, only to see that the mongrel had already fallen fast asleep and was now snoring softly and rather endearingly as he lay on the bed, naked and curled up like a stray cat. The blonde moved slightly closer on the bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping wild and thorny rose.
In the mean time it had begun to snow again right outside the sanctuary of the lovers’ bedroom. The biting cold, beautifully shimmering and perfectly symmetrical little stars mercilessly covered the entire windowsill in a matter of minutes, almost as if trying to erase the very life from it by adding layer upon layer of muffling, pristinely sterile white. The cold, perfectly symmetrical creature with the beautifully shimmering hair covered the defenceless, slumbering form of the mongrel in the bed with a pristinely white blanket. After which he leaned down to chastely kiss his dark, sweaty forehead and softly whispered: “But I do love you, my darling Riki, ever since the very first time I’d set eyes on you. And I always will. You are mine, now and forever, body and soul.”
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Ending theme: Amazon Trance - White Christmas
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To Be Continued … By An Epilogue