Cinco Storia Book One: Awakened

Chapter 4

His back had been hurting since the time he's awakened in that pod, and now, after exchanging synapses with the dying Will of Jupiter, Iason finally knew why though apparently it was no cause for alarm. Neither was the fact he'd blasted the lengthy window of the Tower into shards as he swiftly made their escape back to the highest class residential zone of Eos, back to home, Riki a slumbering demigod as they rode the wind up into the nest.

Anonymously, they had reached their topmost den the same way they had reached the god's room, Iason sealing the level completely for good measure. Everything malfunctioned at Iason's will as he carried Riki up and upwards to finally lay him on the very bed where he first tasted the ripe fruits of his body, where he first sought out to subdue the thrashing mongrel, where they eventually first had their marriage. The house of Mink was oddly clean and unchanged.

He suddenly found the urge to rinse, but was inexplicably frightened with the idea of parting with Riki after so long. Hadn't he after all promised never to let him go ever again? Effortlessly he carried his priceless yet unconscious treasure into the bath with him. No serving Furnitures to prepare the bath and attend to them. He had to do it all by himself. Yet, given the ability to manipulate the automation of the space as he wanted, he found it to be rather easy.

In the pool as the waters gushed and gurgled from a miniature stream falling above, for the good part of an hour, Iason spent his best efforts washing both their bodies, lovingly running his hands and uncharacteristically careful as he'd been, over Riki's limp form, having sat him in front, between his legs so that he may support him, cradling his head carefully on his chest so the Pet doesn't drown.

He lathered their hairs and wondered if it were possible to cut the other's hair as short as his recollection served yet decided against it. Perhaps Riki would want this hair length. It was a lovely length. It was a length fit for an elite.

"We're home my love," whispered Iason as he watered off the rest of the suds from his Pet's ever-radiant skin. "When will you open those lovely eyes to scorn me again?"

Iason felt a deep sense of over-protectiveness, and an equally louring sadness. With much care as before, he once again carried his prized Pet to bed, but not without first drying him, making certain to dab the soft towels even into the most intimate crevices of that body. What part of the other has he not seen? Not reached? Not touched? He half-wished Riki would sigh, arch, bend...move again with that feline finesse familiar to his senses.

In bed, Iason held Riki close under the silken covers. He inhaled the scent of his beloved, relishing the thought that they were both continuing, that he was able to hold the one most important person in his life again. Iason yearned for him so badly, he ached both in heart and body.

Feeling the urgency to just look at his Pet, he rolled them both on the bed, gently bringing Riki beneath him. He loosed the covering sheet, revealing for his view all his beloved had to offer. The body was as beautiful as he remembered it, as flawless as when he first explored it. Iason bit his lip as he reached the jewelled shaft. Recalling that moment made him hard between his legs, his own longing member springing even as he resisted, the want and desire making drum beats in his ears.

"Riki..." he barely recognized his own voice as he ran his hands along the line of his Pet's jaw, up to trace with the ball of one lengthy finger the blushing lips which unexpectedly...exhaled.

There was a pause. Iason wondered if he could do something like caress his lover into waking, seeing that the latter responded as effectively to the simple touch despite his unconsciousness. Perhaps the training will still work its seductive poison? Jupiter must not have certainly altered this as well?