A/N: Hello everyone. this is the rewritten version of the first chapter and was majorly and excessively edited by Kaminx. i am really greatful to all your readers and Kaminx for helping me. especially Kaminx. i hope you enjoy the new chapter~ and once again all the credit for the changes go to Kaminx so do check her stories out too! (if i must say, the are pretty Freakin AWESOME)

Iason returned early in the morning from another monotonous overtime shift at work, handing his cloak off to Cal before inquiring the routine question as to Riki's location. Work for Iason was the same as always, except excruciatingly tenacious. Ever since Riki and his miraculous return from the ashes of Dana Burn and the prolonged recovery process for him, meetings and paperwork bogged the majority of his schedule as it needed to be dealt with.

"He's resting in his room, Master," Cal answered simply, bowing and disappearing to begin preparing the breakfast he had planned.

With the bare minimum of vigor in each step, Iason strode to the inner portal of the floor and transported to the pet room. He was greeted with a startled Riki who sat up and glowered gratingly at the Blondie, his obsidian eyes not hiding an ounce of his anger.

"You fucking beast!" he hissed venomously, grasping onto the nearest item and launching it at the Blondie. Iason merely dodged the plush pillow and watch Riki scowl further. "Don't you dare come near me!"

Iason narrowed his eyes, regarding his pet's behavior for a moment, but reigned in his anger. "Don't worry pet, you'll be up and about in no time," he assured, approaching the livid mongrel. "Soon you'll be begging me to take you again." With a final step, he arrived and settled down on the bed, a few feet of distance between him and Riki. "I'm home, Riki."

"Piss off!" the mongrel growled, moving away from the blonde and then groaning as pain shot up from his still sensitive lower regions. "I'm never letting...ow...you touch me again!"

Starting to lose his hold on his anger towards the rebellious mongrel, Iason stared at Riki with a gaze so strong it burned as if it were a match being held to the mongrel's face. "I'm home, Riki."

Instantly knowing that the tone used meant obey or suffer greatly, Riki begrudgingly moved closer to Iason who lowered his head to kiss him. He stared past the blonde, his eyes riveted to the portal door as there was not much to see in the pet room.

Iason merely sighed as he pulled back, once again disappointed that Riki failed to do the standard action of closing one's eyes as they are kissed. "Why are you so angry with me?"

"You fucked me for the entire night!" Riki spat. "The entire fucking night, Iason! You could have killed me!"

"Actually it was two nights ago," Iason corrected. "Surely you are not still sore..."

"I am, you prick!"

"Riki, anymore vulgarity and I will gag you," Iason threatened darkly.

Riki snorted, "Of course you will. You just love to punish and beat the life out of me slowly."

"That is not true."

"Seems like it to me!"

"Riki..." Iason sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I only go as far as your body will let me, you know that. And I punish you because you never seem to learn unless I use force."

Again Riki snorted, the noise irking Iason to the core. He was close to snapping if he did not distance himself from Riki. Between the hampering workload and attitude from his pet, he was losing his patience at the progress that was not coming quickly.

As if it were a twisted blessing, Iason's wristband began to hum, indicating a call. He rose up from the bed, abandoning the upset mongrel and answered the call. "Raoul," he acknowledged, masking his anger and fatigue with a strong voice.

"Iason, it seems there has been a situation with one of your clients and they were unable to get a hold of you," the fellow Blondie explained. "I had been passing by when they had confronted me and I told them you just left, but they are adamant you return."

Iason bit back a sigh. "I'm on my way." He closed down the call, turning back to Riki. "I won't return until later. When I return I expect your behavior to have improved. Anymore lip from you and the punishment will be severe."

Riki felt relief as Iason vanished from his sight, leaving him alone again. The bastard had done a number on him when he had come home, frustrated from work, and fucked him. As he recalled the painful evening, he was hit with the urge to smoke, and slowly got up as his body ached with each movement. After a few moments he reached the portal and then peeked around to ensure Iason had truly left before heading to the balcony. He lit his cigarette and started to smoke, feeling comforted by the simple inhalation of the toxins.

"Master Riki, would you care for something warm to drink?" Cal asked, peeking out the balcony door.

Riki winced as he tried to turn. "Sure. And can you start the tub?"

Cal nodded, heading off to complete his duties. While Master Riki was soaking and relaxing, he would complete the smaller chores that needed to be taken care of. He understood the amount of pressure Master Iason was under due to the many clients who had to reschedule their meetings with him during his absence, and the amount of documents and other paperwork that would involve completing as well as the back to back meetings. It was his job to ensure that when Master Iason stepped inside his domain he could relax and recuperate, as a furniture's main job was to ensure the health and needs of his Master and his Pet were in excellent condition and taken care of.

Riki hissed in pain and then sighed in relief as the heat of the water and whatever medicinal liquids first attacked and then aided his pain. He tried to think back as to how long it had been since the incident at Dana Burn, and then began to wonder why Iason was so stingy. Had he not gone back, prepared to die at his side as the only thing he could be—the pet of a Blondie?

It ticked him off at how ruthless Iason had been the night he returned from the first wave of the meetings from his eager clients. Obviously he was pent up and frustrated, but did he have to take it out on him? Riki never knew what would set him off anymore. But he did know that until the work schedule decreased, that Iason would be prone to being rougher with him.

He laid his head back and sighed blissfully as his aching was finally starting to vanish. He just hoped that Iason would return to his normal self soon, before his body gave up due to the Blondie's roughness. He felt his chest tighten as he was hit with a wave of sadness; hadn't Dana Burn meant anything?

"All the tests came back clear," Raoul stated, nodding in satisfaction. "And your internal systems benefited greatly from the rebooting and diagnostic scan. And there are no internal errors at all, meaning you've recovered completely." He skimmed the charts and diagrams as Iason sat up from the table, brushing his hair from his eyes as a new found energy coursed through his circuits. "Your new systems probably were not expecting such an immediate strain after being installed. That is the only solution I can think of."

Iason nodded. "Thank you, Raoul."

"If anything, because of the immense strain they're undergone in the beginning," Raoul explained, closing off all of the screens. "Your body will have more endurance in the future." He gave Iason a pat on the shoulder. "You'll be back to normal when you're under less of an intense schedule. But until then, your body will benefit from the recharge, but you must stop by once you're caught up so I can test again to ensure there are no internal disruptions."

"Where is he?" Iason inquired softly, handing off his cloak to Cal.

"Asleep in the living room, Master," he answered, bowing before walking off to begin completing the hearty meal he had planned in hopes of helping his Masters regain some of their strength. He did not enjoy seeing Riki upset with Master Iason, after all they had been through together. He hadn't heard a lot from the Dana Burn incident, but from what he could deduce and conclude, Iason and Riki were willing to die together and the boundary of Master and Pet was forgotten. And yet, it seemed upon their return the boundary was slowly building itself up again.

Iason strode through the hall to the living space, immediately spotting his tanned beauty curled up on the off white sofa, appearing relaxed as he slept. Iason crossed the marble flooring quietly, his boots making a soft clicking sound against the hard surface, before his presence was mask completely by the thick carpet rug surrounding the sofa.

He was relieved to see Riki in such a relaxed state, as he knew their return to Eos, his absence and his temper had taken a toll on his pet. Iason knew it was his fault for taking out a fraction of his frustration on Riki after he had been set off by something he had said.

Ever so gently, he brushed his slender gloved fingertips along the tanned skin, earning a mumbled protest from the snoozing pet. Riki rolled away from the touch, snuggled deeper into the pillow with a sigh as he remained unconscious.

During Iason's recovery process, he had ordered that Riki be left unconscious until he was able to be with him. In his damaged state, he had pleaded with Jupiter to find a way to get Riki to stop screaming and hurting himself every time he awoke as he seemed to be trapped in the memories of Dana Burn. Through Jupiter, Raoul set up an experiment that that involved using numerous and various pitched frequencies to calm and regenerate the mind. He had Riki connected to several head monitoring machines in which would send the frequencies periodically to his brain in hopes of calming him down. After a few hours, Riki was almost in a trance like state as his mind had finally calmed down and his consciousness worked through the traumatic event. Raoul then had him put under completely while the frequencies aided his brain as his body recovered. As the possibility of mind wiping the single event from Riki's mind was not possible, it was the next best chance Iason was willing to take to aid Riki in coping when he was not present besides watching from a separate room via screen.

Shortly after Riki's body had recovered, the tests showed he had calmed down significantly and through the projection process they could verify that when Riki thought of Dana Burn, he was substantially less frightened. But Raoul had warned Iason that the damage was still there and the trial was not proven to be completely effective as it was still in the works. But Iason believed that Riki was strong enough to overcome any of the remaining trauma left within him.

So far, the trial had seemed to do wonders as when Riki finally awoke after Iason's recovery, he seemed to be back to his old self instead of the horrifying shell of a shattered human he was before. He seemed to be generally all right with the current situation, minus the fact he was upset at Iason about being rough with him and the fact he was once again in Eos.

Deciding not to disturb Riki, the Blondie reached over and pulled a blanket over the mongrel's body so he was covered. He ever so softly brushed his thumb along Riki's lips, before heading quietly to his office to complete the few documents remaining from his last meeting before their late supper.

After a fairly regular dinner, Iason retired early to give his body some relaxation time. He showered before settling down in his bedroom and reading through a few documents and an illuminating periodical. He determined over the course of the relatively silent meal that his pet was still upset, and he wished for him to come to bed on his own terms.

A few hours later he glanced up after hearing the door open quietly to see his pet, his body still damp from the shower, approaching slowly in his normal baggy shirt and boxers. Iason set down his literature and patted the space on the bed next to him, surprised to see Riki come over a bit quicker than usual. Riki settled down into the bed, still determined to distance himself from the Blondie by keeping his back turned as he laid down.

Taking that as a subtle sign to bring him closer, Iason pulled Riki up against him. "Won't you forgive me?" he whispered in a velvet smooth voice that should be illegal.

"No way in hell am I gonna do that!" Riki barked, but snuggled a bit closer into the hold his body was craving by reflex.

You have changed, Riki. Are you finally losing your hard bravado shell after all we've been through? Iason slid his hand down, gently grasping onto the boy's limp member and giving it a squeeze, pleased to find the mongrel pressing into his hand.

"N...no!" Riki protested, but found words stolen from him as Iason kissed him deeply until he was breathless. He weakly attempted to push the blonde away, but his body was captive to the desire he lusted for. "St...haa...get off!"

"Your mind might say no but your body sure does not…" Iason whispered, sliding downwards behind Riki before rolling him on his back and his upper body between his legs. Without an ounce of hesitation, he took Riki into his mouth, his sun kissed locks spilling gracefully onto the tanned hips.

"Huu..." Riki moaned, gripping onto the sheets with one hand while his other hand gently rolled the blonde locks between his fingertips. His hips started to buck against his wishes as Iason started to bob his head, his warm and tight enclave milking him of his pre-cum. "Uhhh...Hnngh!"

Just as he was about to fall of the edge of his pleasure, he moaned in protest as Iason stopped his action, leaving him nearly climaxing. In a breathless daze, he stared up at Iason with mild anger in his obsidian eyes. With a slight grin curving his lips, the Blondie leaned down to plant a kiss on the soft lips, before deepening it as he slid his member along the tanned skin below the boy's scrotum. Riki protested against his lips and tried to push away, causing Iason to push into him abruptly and Riki to break off from the kiss as he cried out in pain and threw his head back. Eager to take Riki after the separation of being connected with him, Iason grabbed onto the mongrel's hips and started to thrust inside. Riki started to squirm as the Blondie had him trapped within his hold and was pounding into him as his blue eyes were darkened with lust and need, overlooking the mongrel's tears and suffering.

"S-stop! Your…hurting me..!" Riki pleaded desperately, pain thick in his voice, but Iason silenced him with a kiss. The Blondie pressed his body against Riki's sliding along the tanned skin as he rammed into his pet as deep as he could go. Riki gasped, gripping onto the sheets until his knuckles turned white as he screamed in passion at the roughness the Blondie was supplying to him. "Ias...on...!"

Iason continued to pound into the smaller body beneath him, thrusting inside as his mind was blinded with nothing but the sheer need to be inside his pet. After several thrusts he finally reached his peak of pleasure, slamming into the lithe body and flooding the clenching insides. He looked down to Riki as he regained himself, shocked to find him passed out. He pulled out as he called to the boy, his chest tightening as he saw a string of crimson pull out along with his penis and watched as more crimson flooded out and stained the sheets. Had he been to rough? He had thought that the boy's cries of pain were just passionate moans he made after having his sexual needs neglected.

"Riki!" Iason called, a tightness taking hold of his chest as he gave the unconscious boy a shake. "Riki! Wake up!" Fear began to drain through him like molasses dripping down a pipe, clogging him with guilt. He eyes darted across the still body, noticing that the normal shade of the mongrel's skin had become paler and his breathing was shallow. Iason laid his ear against Riki's chest, his enhanced hearing detecting a slow heartbeat. "Cal!" he called out urgently, his voice brimming with emotion, yet strong. "Call Lord Am immediately and tell him I require his assistance this minute! Under no circumstances may he refuse!"

Cal nodded, his eyes growing wide as he took in the scene of his Master hunching over his pet and the crimson stains. He hurried off to contact Lord Am as ordered, fearing that Riki may have perished. With shaking hands, he managed to grab hold of the device and started to search through the contacts.

Iason tenderly scooped up Riki along with the sheet and carried him to the bathroom. With deft gentleness, he laid Riki on the raised section of the enormous white bathtub. Stepping into the lower section, he adjusted the shower nozzle to a mellow cascade and proceeded to spray Riki's puckered entrance and surrounding area that was coated in a layer of crimson. A fierce wave of fear and regret permeated through him as he watched the crimson tainted water seep over the ledge like a waterfall and to the drain in front of him.

After Riki was cleaned, Iason trailed his fingers along the inflamed anus, not seeing any significant damage other than irritation. He deftly pried open the entrance, peering inside with his advanced vision to find minimal damage. Confounded, he leaned back and tried to figure out what had caused such bloodshed.

"Master, Lord Am is on his way!" Cal informed on the other side of the door.

"Very good," he answered, gathering Riki up into his arms and stepping out of the tub. "Fetch my clothing and remove the sheets from the bed."

Raoul stepped into the room after gaining entry from the Furniture, his eyes immediately riveted to Iason. "What happened?" he demanded, believing that he was called here because something had happened to Iason, not Riki. "Are you experiencing any—"

"I am not the reason you are here, Raoul," Iason answered quickly, his eyes finally ripping away from his pet to stare at the Blondie.

Raoul's gaze immediately shifted to the mongrel, realizing that he too was a patient of his. He also noticed the slower paced breathing and wan hue of the mongrel. Instantly, he set his bag on the edge of the bed and started rummaging through it. "What happened exactly?" he inquired, pulling out a piece of equipment.

Iason began to grimly explain what had taken place, while Raoul examined his pet. He watched as the fellow Blondie pulled out a syringe and administered a shot of some liquid to Riki, relief flooding through him as he watched Riki's skin regain it's natural hue. Raoul then called upon Cal, scribbled upon a note pad and ordered him to go get the IV he was prescribing for him. Iason watch as Cal hurried off to the Pet Medical Center, then looked to Raoul who was then listening to Riki's heartbeat.

"You saw no damage below?" Raoul confirmed.

"None like I've seen before when I was rough," Iason answered quietly, gently brushing his thumb along the tanned skin. "What caused this Raoul?"

With somewhat of a sigh, Raoul pulled the instrument back and looked Iason in the eyes. "It could be a potential side effect of the trauma or the treatment. But the blood was probably just due to excessive roughness." He set the tool back into his bag. "Do not allow him any movement for the next few days. I have installed a monitoring device." He gestured to the tiny clip around Riki's finger that resembled a heart monitor, without the cords attached. "If this is to the trauma, it would be wise to keep him calm to ensure no damage was done internally, whether it's from the incident itself or the experimental treatment." He dug around in his bag. "Now. How are you doing?"

"I am fine, Raoul," he answered.

Raoul pulled out a similar monitoring device and strode over to Iason, taking hold of his free hand. He clipped the device on and looked into the blue eyes. "We will see if your body agrees with your hopeful thinking."

Riki moaned softly, his body felt heavy and disconnected and there was a dull ache between his legs. His eyes glanced up to the pitcher of cold water sitting upon the nightstand, it's cool condensation taunting him as he was too weak to grasp onto it. He shifted slightly, but didn't have the strength to even call out for help.

Cal entered, his eyes lighting up as he saw movement in the bed. "Master Riki!" he exclaimed happily, hurrying over to the bedside. He grabbed onto the cup that was sitting behind the pitcher and filled it to the brim before cautiously helping Riki into a sitting position. "Here you are, Master Riki."

With a nod of gratitude, Riki greedily downed the glass, alleviation filling him as he managed to attack his dust dry throat. "M—more..." he squeaked, weakly handing the large glass back.

"Certainly," Cal obliged, filling the glass to the top again. "I will notify Master Iason that you are awake, and I will prepare a light meal for you."

Riki nodded, sipping the glass of water as he watched Cal hurry off. Finally finishing, he set the glass down and managed to slowly scoot back into a comfortable position in the bed. "Why..." he whispered softly. Why did he ever have to be captured by such a cruel bastard Blondie? Why was he always reduced to such a state when merely touched by him? Riki, the one who could fight off almost anyone, was unable to win at the hands of a Blondie.

He closed his eyes as he bit his lip, a slight headache pummeling his skull and brain. There was something he couldn't recall, as it was all fuzzy and distorted. Bright oranges, reds and black tones mixed together while a dull sound of something crackling and hissing filled his ears. There was...a male voice...a soft and gentle male voice above all of the abated sounds around him. He felt warm, surrounded by some type of heat that radiated all around him, coating him completely. What is this? Riki asked himself weakly, before slipping further into the mashed up scenes that were taking hold of his mind, dragging him into unconsciousness.

The blazes surrounded him, a loud rumble shaking the platform he was on and sending fear to his very core. He desperately looked around, trying to find the one person he knew was there. "Iason!" he screamed, running through a path that seemed to clear through the rubble. "Iason!"

He shielded himself as a large piece of rubble fell, causing dust to whirl around him and steal his breath along with the smoke. He lowered his arms, finally seeing the person he wanted. "Iason...!" he breathed, but choked on the relief as he saw who was staring back at him. It wasn't the Iason who cared for him, but rather the cruel Blondie he secretly feared for all the years of training. The one who delivered torment upon him to shatter his very soul. Riki's breath caught as he saw the cruel blue eyes staring back at him, demanding obedience or else he would regret it. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He fell down onto the burning floor, screaming as he felt the familiar pains of the pet ring bite into him, the whips lash his skin, the hands slap him into submission. He screamed and screamed, sinking into the horrors of his past while he burned alive...