Four

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?

He touched him more, running his palms this time, a gleam of his Master Ring surprisingly unnoticed there then gone as he firmly felt the ridges and hollows, the indents and bulges that made up Riki's form. Such wonderful provoking qualities; exactly how science-bred pet bodies compared to those naturally grown in Ceres and how they differed, Iason could actually laugh at. Wasn't even Guy, already in his advanced years, a rough Adonis of sorts?

But then he shouldn't have thought of that other man. Especially as the body beneath him was already his. "I am yours. I belong to you," Riki had made his forced and sacrificed vows. When had that reunion been? For a Blondie, he had a tendency to drift too much lately. Iason thought better to cease those consuming thoughts unless they could be manipulated for the situation.

The body arched. What further surprised him was how easy he had roused the burning demon between Riki's finely-chiselled legs as he settled there, grinding up so that he could plant his loving kisses. Cheek. Yes. Salty...sweet...neck...Iason licked...bit...hard...remembering the games that marked his Pet and another exhale from the younger of them was awarded to him. The trail ghosted lower.

Chest. Beautiful. The nipples blushed as he rubbed, twisted them, then finally bent down to kiss, to tug between his teeth and bite then suckle, circling each nub with his wet tongue. Same response. Riki exhaled, back bowed, but never opened his eyes. His face stayed annoyingly serene. But no sadistic impulses were to be allowed play tonight; for he does not fully know what state the other was in, although Iason did want to push it even further to see where it gets him.

"Open your beautiful eyes for me, my love," the Blondie's almost honeyed pleading sung in the semi-darkened atmosphere of their room, as he ground his erection against the other, his own pace slowly reminding him just how insatiable when it came to the other's heat and lust he could get when with Riki. How his once-believed uncontaminable beliefs had been, in their end, rotted by a pursuit of the Pet's flesh and blood.

He pushed himself up. He might as well try other ways he knew to arouse his mongrel.

He started gently, rubbing Riki's entrance with a finger, teasing before stopping to wait. Then he slipped that finger in, met by an unforeseen tightness that he had to twist his digit into. Iason wondered, lifting that leg up to look at his Pet's anus, the ring so tightly puckered and constricted.

' ...return him to you...perfected... '

Iason pulled back. For what seemed like eternity, he again looked down at that body, feeling truly dumbfounded as he sat there on his heels, realising that indeed Jupiter was keen to keep his word. His eyes fixed upon the Pet Ring. Even this Jupiter has changed into something that wasn't what he remembered.

Disbelief. Iason hung his head. What had he done? Had he ruined Riki's life for good?

Again he reached. This time, not for the body before him but his own. He ran his hands unto himself, feeling the depths of change coursing beneath his skin. Even he was not himself now wasn't he?

In the embracing darkness, the Blondie quietly felt the depths of his own wanting, his need again, selfishly growing like a monster from deep within him. This was madness!

' ...Riki… '

The exploration had suddenly become as a trigger, causing his body to suddenly erupt into itself.

"Riki."

A ghost of breath passed his lips. Iason began to touch himself, doing in earnest the humiliating act only Pets should do upon command. He could feel himself harden and lengthen at his own ministration, mind suddenly brought back, as he closed his eyes, to that day he had triumphantly taught Riki to masturbate, the sight of a groaning mongrel lost in the heat of intense pleasure, making for him quite the show of passion.

How he then proceeded to ravish such a body, their first time together an utter mind-blowing experience Iason wanted to feel again. Of course, Riki had already been used then. The Slums did not preserve virgins for certain, but the bitter fruit of that first union was the sweetest the Blondie got to sin itself and he can never forget it.

He had smashed Riki to a thousand pieces that day. The moment was ripe again for it now...

Opening his eyes, the Master cast a glance at the body he now straddled. He ached more in his own grip, and wanted immediate satisfaction, to be buried and united with this mongrel from the Slums, the mongrel whose body was now transformed to be his for eternity.

' ...Perfect...he shall be the crown of a new kingdom for you... '

Iason let loose what want he had been storing inside, removing utter control over his senses and allowing the monster that Riki feared so much to dominate his every motion. He sought that primal spot, aimed, and in one possibly shattering heave, rammed into Riki full force, the bed shaking in the wake of his intensity.

Riki did not stir. His unconscious body had already ceased to respond earlier, settling down unto the bed. No ear-shattering screams, no vain try at escape, no struggles that fuelled the sadistic fire...there was only...blood.

Iason had broken into his Pet, a tinge of shamefulness he easily tucked away as he began to move, pounding into that newly-devirginized entrance with much heat, glad of the tightness, the sucking flesh that enveloped his shaft with such vice, it made him flinch.

But the more it hurt, the more he wanted to be pulled further within, never mind if Riki was asleep, never mind if he, his most beloved, for the moment was closer to a Sex Droid than he could ever have been before all this. Iason sought his unorthodox release and the faster, the harder, the stronger he pounded in, the closest he got to sending himself over.

"Why hadn't you programmed us to awaken on the same time!?" Iason cursed Jupiter, before a final hiss, a final growl of frustration at last pushed through him, ripping his very core into a tumble helplessly down the abyss. Of despair.

What was he doing? He collapsed on top of Riki, spent, not nearly enough effort put in the act but it somehow zapped him of his strength. It was more a mental frustration than actual physical exhaustion. As if for a few, brief, harrowing moments he was just human, not Iason Mink, once head and perhaps will be once more of Syndicate, the one who sat only beneath Jupiter and the Capital's golden throne.

"Riki..."

A sob of defeat. He stole his hand down there between his own legs and brought something that he had both expected and not expected, a blood-semen-stained concoction, which to his eyes was something utterly foreign. Something which indicated that, yes, true to his creator's words, in him there had been changes made. He did not understand it for now and would not understand it until later.

For now all he could see was how it seemed to menace at him under the dim light. This was Riki's blood. Mixed with his first taste of an actual ejaculation unbeknownst to his previous life as a Blondie.

What salvation was there now? He was a System-changed deity, and now...he kept thinking hard on that day at the Plant...so maybe was his Pet.

He looked at Riki's face, the non-changing serenity that was his judge and executioner in that moment. He was in utter guilt of what he has done.

"Pity my existence...I am the worst...

"Perhaps we should've been better off dead..."