Amoyan ChristMass (an Ai no Kusabi Christmas fanfiction)

Chapter 6: Under the Mistletoe Part 2

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Opening theme: Destiny's Child – 8 Days of Christmas

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Is he fucking shitting me?! There's just no way, no way at all! Why on Amoy would he make me an offer like that? Me, a lowly unworthy mongrel?!

"Y... you're not... serious... right? I mean... you don't even like it when your Furniture touches you out of necessity! Even that goddamn bastard Raoul never touched you, not even to shake your hand or something!" What's gotten into this guy? Despite Riki's burning desire that began to manifest itself to an even greater extent, he had no interest or wish to engage in any kind of sexual touch with someone who did not want to be touched. The pretty mongrel had been the subject of many unwanted attentions and even down-right rape while growing up in the slums, and therefore refused to subject anyone else – even his worst enemies – to such a treatment on principle. He had to admit that he'd choose Iason's unwanted yet very pleasing ministrations over a repeat of those assaults anytime.

"You are right in assuming that I do not appreciate people touching me. It is not merely something put in place in the Tanaguran social system, but it is also something I genuinely despise. However the first time I met you, I noticed something very peculiar: I do not mind it when you touch me. Not even when you so impudently grabbed my arm in the middle of the street. And I certainly never minded it when you grabbed unto my hair in the throes of passion, moreover I have found that I rather enjoy it when you do", the blonde admitted, while continuing to please himself but without actually touching any of his sexual parts. Riki was amazed at his self-control, not even his breathing had become more apparent. The only tell-tale sign that the blonde was enjoying himself were the dilation of his pupils and the smoking look he kept on throwing Riki's way, as if hot blue flames were burning inside of those irises. The Blondie was simply irresistible when he was openly displaying himself in such an erotic way.

Riki had to admit it to himself, this was what he had secretly been hoping for when he decided to follow Iason on the day he had met him in Midas. It felt like a lifetime ago now, yet the fire quickened in his blood as if it had been the day before. As if the Blondie had never put it out by humiliating him and teaching him his place at the Minos love hotel. Arguably, the Blondie had effectively made use of the mongrel's physical attraction to him to torment him. However that very act had also removed or at least significantly dampened any mental attraction the mongrel had initially harboured for him, despite his bold words and brass actions during their first meeting. Said mongrel now felt that attraction return to both his mind and body tenfold, as if for each day without the blonde's presence more and more pressure had been added and now all of that pressure nearly caused him to burst. Riki had not even realised to what an extent he had been secretly dreaming, unknowingly hoping for an opportunity like this. Moreover the stunning blonde actually wanted him to, and quite clearly not just in order to be able to conquer Riki's soul as well as his body.

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For the one hundredth time that night, Riki was entirely speechless. He just couldn't believe it, somehow that impossible wish – up to that point even unknown to himself - had been heard and answered by the object of his secret desire. Working as a Black Market courier, Riki had quickly caught on the value of swiftly taking an opportunity when it presented itself. That instinct was probably the only reason why he was able to react to Iason's unexpected proposal at all.