Thirteen

Their entrance into the Tower was not met with the resistance intruders would otherwise encounter, the hovering platform carrying them both up higher and higher, Riki, a clinging figure in stark contrast to his Master's form, until they finally reached the pinnacle of Tanagura's strength, the new centre of Iason's own power at present.

Riki shivered inwardly, but slowly opened his eyes, feeling himself shifted quietly. He had actually slept in the short span of the time that they'd traveled, still particularly exhausted, wings retracted and gone now, although he had done it unconsciously.

"Where are we?"

Still in his Master's arms, he glanced around, feeling slow somehow in the semi-dark, disappointed to see they still weren't home and was clear to voice that out, confused, to which Iason only smiled lovingly.

"But then this is part of our new home, my love," spoke the Blondie, his cool voice bouncing unto the frozen walls of the unoccupied space, making for itself a splendid metallic echo, that word - love - so entirely whole that Riki pondered at it.

Riki shuddered again, visibly this time. He doesn't know why, but he felt so utterly frozen, as if he had been encased in solid ice. Never had he wanted so much to be warm.

"You can feel it can't you? The lack here..." Iason asked.

Gently, he settled him onto the same furniture he'd entrusted him onto the first time they came here, when Riki was still unconscious and never hoped to awake, with a subtle intent to offer him on it in the same way. The Pet watched, as the Blondie all but clamped his teeth on the tips of his gloves, pulling at covering of two, three digits, before the thing fell loose, discarded immediately to the floor.

Iason slid to sit beside his black-haired beauty, meeting his eyes with his own as he leaned closer. The other's shiver was more on account of the desire he saw quite vividly behind those sapphire eyes than any other reason, and Riki looked away, but was stopped by a finger running down the side of his cheek, that bare digit taking hold of his chin.

A caged angel. Such beautiful long tresses Iason wanted to run his hands through.

"Look at me Pet," it had been the Blondie's old, common order to him.

With some manner of remembered fear, Riki obliged, letting that palm caress his face next, the fingers sliding to touch the satin of his lips, gently ordering them to part.

"So soft," murmured Iason.

At the words, the Pet trembled, "Ia...son…" and Riki automatically fell into a dazed state, a sudden heat swimming up his form.

His expression was like fuel to the need the other felt, and they weren't even touching truly yet. So he has not forgotten? Thankfully, Jupiter had not messed around with this part of Riki's programming; a feat Iason had laboured upon for years before he could have the other entirely to himself.

"Had you missed me, beloved?" crooned the Master, drawing the younger of them closer to him. No resistance as Riki all but exhaled, eyes falling shut when those arms enfolded him, a hand splaying him open, slowly guiding him to lie down.

"This was Jupiter's room," Iason had whispered, topping his Pet, the latter admittedly loving the weight holding him captive even as the hands - both bare now and quickly - moved to tease him through the thin fabric of the plain gown they made him wear.

Riki allowed his body to respond, heating up as it did, naturally and honestly, better than the sort induced by drugs and aphrodisiacs, by synthetic stimulants on other pets, the sort that drove Iason to madness, made him fuck harder.

"A-ahn...why! Why are you...hah, hng...telling me that...now?" the former mongrel was always one for retorts, used to throwing insults and such every now and then even when they bed together. Albeit now he wanted those kisses. Yes. More of those kisses as the Blondie descended to claim his flesh with his tongue and lips, ripping in one violent fashion the insignificant yet only piece of clothing Riki had on as he began to divest his own blue raiment.

Wet erotic trails, as smooth and as practised as the body beneath him recalled, were bestowed with much generosity upon his skin, the Master's fingers kneading, commanding. Riki threw his head back, a stuttered cry, most delicious and utterly beautiful, escaping his lips.

"I figure I should tell you that we killed Jupiter," replied Iason as he straightened to unfasten the last of the many complicated connections of his clothes, keeping hold of his Pet's stare but did enjoy a quiet evaluation of his beauty's other places, as if going through a check list of the parts so as to know whether or not they still summed up to the whole being before him.

Eyes traveled hungrily - arms, chest, abdomen...all chiseled features glowing, leading to the undisguised semi-hardness between Riki's s finely-sculptured legs, waiting for further attention. The news though, cooled the other's ardour somehow.

"W-what...?" Riki asked, but the Blondie had already bent down again, grinding flesh upon flesh now and causing his Pet's mind to scatter, groans replacing any more distinguishable speech, the head thrown again and creating an opening that his Master exploited gladly, bowing, rich blond hair – the sign of his stature – falling like curtains on either side of him, but hiding nothing to such passionate observation.

The slight dampener on the moment was no problem for a being such as Iason Mink, teasing his beloved with such excruciating tenderness that it burned...as if marks would later be left imprinted upon that luscious skin. Indeed. The Master bit down, hard, the first of more hickies to assert his ownership forming.

Unconsciously, Riki's blind fingers scratched at him, one hand finding some manner of anchor by twining mindlessly around his long, gold hair. Iason allowed those gestures, taking them as a sign together with Riki's other murmurings and sighs of encouragement. His stamen throbbed.

"Ia-Iason!"

From the way things were going, it looked like all manner of conversation would be put on hold until some form of recess was reached, a union so important at the moment as an ultimate comfort to both Master and Pet...something to seal their common reality...that they had survived and were now free to hold each other again. And that the freedom extended beyond what they used to know.

"I love you. How I missed your body. How I missed you Riki."

That voice, an Arctic kiss. "I…" the Pet did not know what to say. But he felt the same did he not? He conceded with a subtle eagerness, "As I you, Iason..."

The foreplays were not really something Riki were looking forward to, preferring to be swept off immediately into the throes of passion in a spurt of the moment kind of way, but his Master did not want to have that, choosing to make his hands and lips roam, to once more map and familiarize those soft sections, the indents of the other's flesh, every sinew and muscle.

But damn if he were not as desperately hungry, Riki's heat and scent rising to the sort which drove his senses to the brink of insanity, drawing out the higher functions of a refined Sex Droid from within him, rather bestial sometimes, that Chimeras would even be put to shame at his display, but now programmed into a body that was a far cry from what it had been.

But then he wouldn't really allow it to go that far.

Never again would he allow such extensive cruelty as the Pet all but screamed his name, "Iason!" Especially when he knew, as he had known now, that Riki would be forever his…

The System rattled to life. A zing and a surge that reacted to the primal urges as Iason held his beloved tight, raked his fingers over those curves, as lips took in the nubs of flesh that were the Pet's nipples, pinching, scraping, twisting them in fingers and drawing out some of the best hapless sounds from the body beneath him.

Still, he couldn't help but work Riki mercilessly, a hand finally taking hold of that length and stroking, a naked thumb pressing on the slit and letting it ooze, pre-cum hot and all too familiar to his touch, a sign of breath, of life, of consciousness. He further squeezed the head making the other yelp, grasping nonsensically, hair fanning as he bowed then arched.

This would look better on top of satin sheets and silk, on the bed they had in Eos Palace, but for now, seeing the dark-haired beauty writhe and twist, call out and buckle to his touch was enough.

The Pet's body was keen to remember the Blondie's ministrations, responding with much enthusiasm, broken rasps and exhales marking his approval and permission to be completely...taken. The System continued to hum with a renewed vitality in the background.

Iason arched and cried, cock throbbing and bobbing as his wings suddenly unfurled, hand involuntarily and unexpectedly tightening around the other's member, near-bruising it. Riki's own darker shaded pair burst forth from their confines, framing his sweat-slicked body, tips twinning with the other as if the wings themselves caressed, feathers scattering. So beautiful.

Iason wasted no time.

He positions his long-hardened organ right smack between his Pet's legs, poking Riki's lusciously tight hole, only pausing as if to ask, which was uncharacteristic of him. He didn't do these things previously.

"Do it!" an invitation, a challenge. And those obsidian eyes snapped open to look fiercely at him, the expression there almost dangerous but pleading, an obvious yearning.

Raw. So bold of Riki considering this was only their third time coupling in these new bodies, the Pet still deserving a stretch as it would definitely hurt like hell. And hurt like hell it did.

Iason watched that expression change from pain to pain as he all but rammed it in, a classic breaking, earning tears and broken groans, further hisses and stammering. But damned the tightness was excruciatingly sweet! The Blondie wanted more, his shaft increasing in size, growing, widening impossibly with each thrust, hips moving in with such reckless abandon.

Riki arched, throwing his head back, that slender neck so gracefully stretched for show as his eyes gripped shut, his feet grinding against the leather of the temporary bed he was laid upon, his hands fisting enough to bruise his own palms, wings aimless as they flexed and gave.

"Scream for me Pet!" Iason urged him to let it all out, seeing how he'd now bitten his lip and held back his voice. And scream Riki did indeed, mustered to the top of his lungs, as the Blondie hit the centre of his pleasures, numbing his senses all over with need.

"I-I-ahh...Iason!"

Delicious.

With sobs, Riki was now beginning to meet him as he pulsed through, as he turned him to the side, lifting that leg up and over his shoulder, a possessive hand taking the other's exerting length and pumping it in time. Abrasive it may be, but it was two for two. Despite the haze, Iason was still mindful of the other, love making him gentler though fiercer still, protective though declaring his ownership all throughout.

The Pet bled, the same way the System Eye glowed red for them, lighting the room...the ultimate offering, a connection marked by heat, blood, wings and sex...

Then the damnedest thing happened. As Iason was feeling his climax near, the cliff of bliss too close at hand for them both, a vision assaulted his senses, overwhelming it, warping the very things he beheld in front of him. It was a memory, of that day.

The Blondie remembered Jupiter once more, this time, managing to appear to him in his usual form to bond them together, virtual fingers curling above the Blondie's head as they were curling above Riki's sleeping body opposite.

He had explained everything and now there was no more to tell or do, except the one last task to carry out before fading. He returned Iason's Ring...and Riki's, the super being now transforming it into a befitting ornament for both, dark like the moons when they eclipsed.

' Hold him, my chosen, and sleep ' were the god's final orders as he forever fused them in the palms of his hands and twining fingers. After that, nothing except peace...

Sapphire eyes snapped open, the Master panting, sweat pouring similar to the other's condition. Riki had already spent himself, and Iason, with three deeper thrusts rode his own climax out, alleviating the pain inside of his Pet with his blessedly soothing release, warm and perfect.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me my love."

But as he bent down to offer apologetic kisses to him, he noticed something different in the way the Pet's eyes fell low and languid, seemingly in a trance, the body limp but not entirely from exhaustion, palms slack.

"Riki…?"

"Iason, the System," a whisper was all that escaped those quivering lips, and the Master could see what the other saw: ribbons of data and swirling codes around them, and they both knew exactly what these meant.