Behind Blue Eyes

Blonde Woes

The hum of the vibrator was ever present, laced with the intermittent moans and groans of Riki, who lay on the bed before his master, legs in the air and pelvis angled upwards to give his master a better view of what he was doing, for his eyes only. From his standing position at the foot of the bed, Iason Mink, favourite of Jupiter, watched with lustful interest as Riki stimulated himself with the battery powered device Iason had provided him with. It was incredibly arousing, his own private pornographic show, tailored to his own tastes, wants and needs. Biting his lip, the blonde removed a glove from his right hand, to reveal well manicured nails sat upon long and elegant fingers, he couldn't restrain himself any longer, he had to touch. He moved around to the left side of the bed, to Riki's right, and with that now bare hand he reached out and lightly caressed the male's thigh, it was firm, hot and silky, as if wrought from strong steel and wrapped in the finest silk one could imagine, the contact made him exhale an audible breath. He continued to watch as Riki toyed himself, his hand still upon the male's thigh, rubbing up and down it, slowly as Iason alternated from watching the toy enter his lover, to his face contorted with the pleasure of what he was doing to himself. After a moment, Iason focused his blue eyes upon Riki's face, watching his mouth open to let out gasps and moans, Riki noticed Iason's shift in gaze and began to work the toy faster and harder, a slapping sound being made due to the pet's hand hitting his own rear. This made Iason smile with satisfaction, was the male getting off on the blonde watching him? The answer came, when Riki literally came. On the periphery of his vision, Iason caught a glimpse of something twitching, and looked in it's direction to witness Riki's member leak his male essence all over his stomach and pelvis. The ravenette removed the toy from himself and lay flat on the bed, panting and sweating like he had just run a marathon. Iason feasted his eyes on the Riki's naked frame, the hand he used to rub his thigh, he now used to gently stroke up and along Riki's stomach and torso, his finger tips running through the spilled essence and the lines in the male's incredibly defined musculature. 

"How did it feel, my pet?" Iason asked, his voice cutting through the chorus of breaths and pants like a hot knife.

"Shut up!" barked Riki defiantly. That defiance never failed to make the blonde smile, it was that defiance that had made Iason fall in love with Riki in the first place. 

Iason managed a chuckle in response to Riki's insolence towards him. "Must you be so caustic with me, even after I bought you that gift that you had just finished playing with?" As ever the blonde's voice remained measured, cool and calm as he gestured to the toy, the vibrator that glistened with lubricant and was probably still hot from Riki's body. Riki's eyes narrowed in response to Iason's question, and the raven haired pet could only grit his teeth and scrunch up his face in anger, his arm's crossing his chest. Iason shut his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed at an angle so he could look at Riki as he spoke. "Have I ever been rough with you?" Asked the blonde, his bare hand touching Riki's stomach. "Have I ever hurt you?" His hand travelled up Riki's stomach to his chest, the pet's arms unfolded and fell to his sides, upon the sheets of the bed, the blonde's blue eyes locked upon the pet's face in anticipation of his response. "Well?" Riki shook his head in response, and Iason began to slowly rub up and down the tanned and firm chest of his pet. 

Iason opened his eyes to see a reflection of his own blue eyes staring back at him in the back seat window of his private limousine. It was dark outside, and neon lights shone through drops of rain to colour the inside of his limo a menagerie of different colours. He sighed, and removed his wraparound glasses, his fingers forcefully rubbing his eyes as the memory of that specific night with Riki vanished to some dark corner of his mind.

"Are you alright, sir?" Came the voice of the driver: Katze. Iason's red headed assistant and former furniture. 

Iason caught a glimpse of Katze's eyes in the rear view mirror of the limo, and the blonde stared directly into their reflection. "Not looking forward to being home." he said, sounding more melancholic than he meant to.

Katze understood what he meant by that and said: "Well, we can go to Master Raoul's workshop, if you want, sir?" Katze risked a turn of his head to speak to Iason directly. "I hear he has some new pleasure dolls." With that said, Katze turned his head back to face the road. 

"Pleasure dolls" Iason said out loud, the very thought made him sick, there was only one person whom he wanted to share his bed with, and he had gone, and was probably half the world away in the arms of some man not worthy of him. Iason felt himself becoming angered at Katze's suggestion, he found it profoundly insulting to suggest a pleasure doll, that was essentially a robot with no independent thought or motivation other than that of it's master, after what he had had with Riki, a short but passionate romance that made the blonde feel more alive than ever. "Just take me home, Katze" Iason said, after quelling his anger. 

"Right away, sir" replied Katze. Iason thought he detected the redhead shaking his head in disapproval.

Once he was home, and away from Katze, Raoul and the other blondies. Iason slumped down on a luxurious sofa and lit himself a cigarette, the very same brand that Riki smoked, it was a cheap and nasty brand compared to the usual up market fare Iason bothered with, but they reminded him of Riki and brought back more memories, the good and the bad, but anything was better than nothing, better than the deafening silence of his home at least anyway. Also they had this knack of somehow making him feel closer to the rebellious male, wherever he was on Eos, these cigarettes always made it feel as if he was arms length away. If only he was arms length away, the blonde had always wanted to share a smoke with the ravenette at least once. With a deep sigh, he stubbed the cigarette out in an expensive, crystal bowl that he had no use for other than as an ashtray, then proceeded to take a shower. After stepping out of the deluge of water and drying himself off, he headed into his bedroom wearing a simple silk bathrobe. 

His bedroom, where the loneliness hurt the most, where night after night he lay alone in the dark upon his large bed with nothing but his own unwanted thoughts for company. Unwanted thoughts that filled him with such deep sadness, regret and longing, emotions that robbed him of sleep and drove him to almost constant rumination. He had no idea how to process it all, these feelings, thoughts and emotions felt completely alien to him, and in his desperation to be rid of them, he began to try to sleep with a pillow in his arms, a facsimile of Riki pulled against his bare chest in hopes of easing his night time woes. Of course, it only worked for a couple of nights, after that the pillow just kept reminding him of who and what he was missing. 

"The sooner you are back in my life, the better." he said, looking up at Eos' moon from his apartment in Tanagura, his reflection regarding him with sad, blue eyes.