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Phoenix by Raye Johnsen Chapter 5 Katze could barely think as the flames Raoul was so innocently engendering ran down his nerves. A kiss wasn't meant to burn like this... Raoul wasn't thinking at all. This action - a kiss - was rarely performed by the Pets, so rarely that he could remember barely more than the name. To the observer, so many other acts were so much more titillating. A kiss didn't involve much... No, he thought, as Katze's lips slipped across his cheek, down his throat. A kiss is everything... He flung his head back, instinctively pushing his tightening groin against Katze's. Katze groaned against Raoul's throat as his body responded. A hard-on? How? he thought, dazed. Raising his hands to cradle Katze's chin, Raoul reclaimed possession of his mouth. And this time, it truly was 'possession'. Katze groaned against Raoul's lips, mouth parting as he felt Raoul opening his own. Each's tongue entered the other's mouth, tasting and testing the unfamiliar region. Katze felt his shirt part as Raoul's hands, amazingly deft, found the fastening at shoulder and sideseam. His eyes drooped shut as his flesh was bared to air and touch. The other man's hands, moving in delicate patterns up and down and around his back, left fiery trails that seemed to blend within the fire of the kiss, matching and raising its heat. Barely conscious of his movements, Katze began to jiggle against Raoul, rubbing his unclothed torso against Raoul's chest. There was something about the sensations that began to crawl through his veins, dark and rich and frightening. Give in, it seemed to call, surrender, submit... Katze's eyes snapped open, feeling Raoul grasp his hips and pull him closer. As he stiffened, Raoul's eyes opened in turn. Frightened grey pools stared into tranquil sky blue. How can he be so calm? Katze wondered frantically, clutching at the edges of his own composure. He was ice, he was ice, he was always calm, and he never surrendered. "This is not what I came here for," Katze finally whispered, believing he was speaking the truth. He reached for his jacket. Raoul shrugged. "I didn't either." Reaching out, he deftly snagged the garment out of Katze's hands. "But I know you enjoyed it." Katze raised an eyebrow. "I did. But I came for business, not pleasure." Raoul's voice dropped. "We would not be the first to mix the two." "And it was to their cost." Katze returned. "Or betterment," Raoul replied, dropping the jacket behind his desk. He reached out, catching Katze's waist and pulling him close. "Such associations do not have to be destructive," he breathed, angling Katze's head up. "But-" "You know, I could take you," Raoul murmured softly, ignoring Katze's voice. "I could simply bend you over this desk here, and take what I want. What you want. Or wanted, a moment ago." Katze swallowed. The imagery, of himself spreadeagled helplessly while Raoul bent over him, holding him down, while his cock moved within, was incredibly arousing. He had never thought himself capable of arousal. It had never happened before. Not even when he had hacked all those files. His body was thrumming and his groin tight with a reaction entirely new, yet older than time. "You still want this." It wasn't a question. "I don't know what either of us want," Katze temporized, hiding beneath his familiar ice, attempting to regain familiar ground. Maybe next time... Ice is translucent, Katze... I may not see you clearly, but I still see you, Raoul thought. He was half-amazed at himself. Katze wasn't a Pet, to be used and discarded. He wanted... I want what Iason and Riki had. The thought hung in his mind, clear and true. I want this 'love', whatever it turns out to be. And I want it with Katze. I don't care that he's a mongrel - I don't care what Society will say! I DON'T CARE! And that thought was unexpectedly uplifting. "I want this," he said, still not releasing him. "I want it with you." For some reason, he couldn't say 'love'. He frowned, twisting around without releasing his grip, so that Katze's back was to the desk. "And I want it NOW." Katze's eyes widened. 'I want it with you'? He's crazy. I want a crazy man. "Say it, Katze," Raoul murmured softly. Too softly. "Say you want this. Or not. Say it now." Katze's lips thinned at this reminder of the dark side of this man, his aite, apparently in all ways. I want him, but nobody orders me. "And if I say 'no'?" Raoul smiled, malice and lust a cruel mix on his lips. "I'd change your mind." Katze lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe I shouldn't have decided to say 'yes' then?" he mused, seemingly to himself. Raoul answered by shoving Katze back onto the desk, falling down upon his chest and kissing him again. Pinning Katze's wrists above his head with one hand, Raoul dealt with Katze's pant fastenings with the other. Between the kisses and Raoul's unconscious manhandling in his most sensitive region, Katze's lust, not that it had ever really gone away, flared again. He thrust his hips up against Raoul as soon as the pant snaps were undone, not even bothering to kick the garment away from his legs. Finding a mound against his own aroused cock and recognising it for Raoul's own, he deliberately rubbed against it, his naked penis against Raoul's clothed. Breaking the kiss, Katze flung his head back. Raoul didn't ignore the opportunity, nuzzling down the cords of Katze's throat. Katze mewled, fighting for his composure. Raoul smiled at him, and traced his collarbone with his tongue. A soft cry rent the silence. "Don't be cruel," Katze begged, unable to believe he'd said those words. Where had his silence gone? Raoul smiled at him, a thing of pleasure and satisfaction. "Cruel?" he replied. "You think I'm being cruel?" "Yes," hissed Katze, as Raoul traced Katze's nipple with a fingertip. "Then," Raoul whispered softly, "I'm going to be torturing you." He dropped his mouth to Katze's chest, hearing Katze's soft scream. "Keep that up," he added, "and I'll gag you." Raoul kissed his way down Katze's body, delighting in the reactions Katze tried to suppress, stripping slowly on the way. Finally he was facing Katze's cock. Stroking the underside, he found his path unobstructed. The line from the hidden chrysanthemum of Katze's anus to the little eye of his penis, weeping so copiously, ran straight and true, without testicles to mar the line at all. Curiously, he ran his fingers around the area. Smooth - it must have been done years ago, probably when Katze entered puberty. A soft groan attracted his attention up, and Raoul looked to Katze to see the man was suddenly tense. "No," Katze whispered, "not there... please..." "Why?" Raoul murmured, brushing his fingers over the area again. "...oooh..." A droplet of the clear musky liquid Katze's cock was weeping splatted onto Raoul's foot. He smiled again, not so innocently. Reaching for and snagging the bottle of handcream from the desk, he slicked his fingers, then swiftly impaled Katze on one. Katze shrieked. "Remember what I told you about that gag," Raoul warned, moving his finger in, out, around, touching a lump he found on the inner wall... Katze stiffened suddenly, giving a soft, hoarse cry. Ah. Another sensitive spot. He must remember that. Raoul stood, stroking the cream onto himself. Enough play. Katze couldn't breathe as he felt Raoul move himself between his legs. He desperately tried to suck in a breath as his chest clenched. He'd seen this before. He'd even helped prepare others... but all the watching in the world could not prepare him for the sheer sensation of another man's cock pushing against his body. Relax, he commanded himself, it's better and easier if you relax... but his body wouldn't listen to his mind, his heart kept beating too fast as his nose scented hot, musky Raoul, he couldn't think with Raoul's hands moving gently between his legs, stroking the place where his balls used to be, the place that was still so sensitive, ignoring his cock that stood so hungrily as he gently pushed Katze's legs still wider. Then a sensation of fullness - Too much, this is too much - as the head of Raoul's cock finally pushed into him. Raoul felt the world spin as he finally pressed into Katze, releasing them both from anticipation. Katze cried out and pressed down on him, but Raoul gripped Katze's hips and pushed in still, slowly but steadily, until he was fully sheathed. Then he stopped. Katze opened his eyes when the deep, relentless pressure within slowed. Looking up into endless, hot-summer-sky blue, he smiled. And clenched his muscles around the welcome intruder. Think I'm going to completely surrender, does he? Raoul looked down at his lover, to see the storm-cloud eyes that swirled as mysteriously as the wind begin to gleam silver. What was this strong-willed beauty up to now? As he felt the warm passage constrict about him, he realized. Two can play this game, Raoul thought, as he began to play with Katze's cock in earnest. Aching movement met gentle touch, as the two moved slowly, growing used to each other and discovering the dance of love for the first time. Raoul's shallow thrusts encountered Katze's own, each quickening as he met the other's need. Katze, ironically, surrendered to the pleasure first. Facing the double stimulation of Raoul's diabolically-moving fingers without and his cock's powerful movements within, he couldn't suppress the building pleasure. When Raoul tipped his chin up with his free hand and kissed him, it exploded. Raoul, for his part, was not far behind; a combination of the sweetness of Katze's mouth, the hot wetness between their bodies and the involuntary clenching of Katze's body around his own pushed him into his own climax. The pair collapsed, insensible, onto the desk. Katze
felt a hand stroking gently down his arm. Opening his eyes, he watched
Raoul run his hand back up his arm again, watching his own movement
with hooded eyes. Raoul lifted his face, and the two regarded each
other.
Katze prided himself on his ability to read any person, but Raoul's sapphire eyes defied definition. The glimmering emotion within was something Katze had never before seen. He really should say something, do something, but Katze didn't want to move. He wanted to lie here forever, watching Raoul watch him with those beautiful gemstone eyes. I love him, Katze thought dazedly. I never thought love would feel like this. "Nor did I," Raoul murmured back, shocking Katze with the realization that he had said the thought aloud. "This isn't allowed," Katze said softly, swallowing against the knowledge. And tomorrow you will do your best to forget it. "I don't know that anything truly worth having is," Raoul replied. He stretched, sitting up. "When will you next come to me? Or should I go to you? Before or after I next report to Jupiter?" Katze blinked. "Jupiter knows of this?" Raoul shook his head. "No - at least, I don't think so. She's never shown more than passing interest in the Elite's lives - she only spoke to Iason against Riki because it might interfere with his effectiveness as her servitor." "So..." "So as long as I am a good little servant, she won't stop me from seeing you." Raoul smiled grimly as he said it. "And, speaking of our meeting - we still haven't sorted out those tariffs yet." Shaking his head, Katze also rose. Having sex one minute, doing business the next. Only a Blondie. As
the months passed, rumours began to circulate.
Comptroller Raoul would secrete himself in his office for hours each day, admitting no-one. Comptroller Raoul was insistent that no meetings could be scheduled for the third or fifth afternoon each week. There was a Pet whom Comptroller Raoul would only permit himself to witness performing; no, Comptroller Raoul performed with the Pet; no, he was physically using the Pet, having sex with him as his predecessor Iason Mink had with his own mongrel Pet. No, it wasn't a Pet at all but another of the Elite... Raoul laughed privately as Adam brought him each rumour. As long as he never heard Katze's name, he decided, he would not worry. He never did. And nobody ever talked about the fourth afternoons in his week, or how they were officially meeting-free, if they even noticed. |
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