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Bonds of Misery	By : ColdSilence Category: Kingdom Hearts > Crossovers Views: 1012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Author: Cold Silence
E-Mail: writer.coldsilence@gmail.com
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts, Ai no Kusabi
Pairings: Multiple pairings all involving Sora. Given which fandoms are being crossed over, you might be able to guess why!
Warnings: Post DLC scenario. Non-Consensual / Rape situations, Underage Characters, child abuse. Very dark content, read at your own risk.
Special Note: I'm so excited to write this story. This will be my first foray into sci-fi content, as well as doing a canon-compliant crossover fic. Hopefully it doesn't take me ten years to finish it!

Bonds of Misery
-Chapter Seven; Partner-

Gideon Lagat could always be found at the biggest and most spectacular parties in Midas. It would be a blight on his reputation if he wasn't. So it was easy for Raoul to discover his whereabouts and take an aerocar there.
His arrival was completely unexpected. The attendees and furniture were flustered as they ushered the blondie through a thoroughly crowded dance floor. Music vibrated from floor to ceiling, and people high on hallucinogenic alcohol were dancing hip to hip. Pets of exquisite breeding pole danced from cages that were hanging like chandeliers. Raoul made his way through all of this with an air of impatience.
He eventually was guided to the VIP lounge, where Gideon was sitting with a pair of triplet pets that fawned over him. When he saw Raoul approach, he sat up with excitement.
"Raoul Am himself!" he said with a grin. "You should have told me that you were coming here, I would have been better prepared. Please excuse us, ladies."
With a snap, the three platinum beauties that were with him made a quick exit. Raoul wasted no time and came to sit across from the other blondie. "Where is that pet?" he demanded.
"If you want to meet my pets, then you have to go through the proper channels," answered Gideon with an arched brow.
"Gideon," said Raoul with a deep scowl, "that pet is an imposter. It is a sinker that was placed here to infiltrate Tanagura. Pet Law does not apply."
"I beg to differ," countered Gideon. He reached for his datapad on the table and gave it a few taps. Then it was slid over to Raoul. "See for yourself. I have an academy trained pet that was minted at the Keeler Labs. He has been in my possession for almost a year."
Raoul took the device and read the information presented there. "This is not possible," he said in disbelief. "I know every breed from that laboratory and your pet is not one of them. This information is falsified."
"There is a valid pet ID," said Gideon with a shrug. "If there is some sort of mistake, then it is on your end."
Those words burned Raoul's pride. Nothing hurt a blondie more than having their impeccable work blemished. After reading, the datapad was placed on the table with a little more force than intended. "Mistake or not, I did not bioengineer that pet. You must relinquish it to me so that I may run the proper testing. This is a security matter."
"No," said Gideon with an air of superiority. "I won't have you dissecting my prized possession just because your lab can not handle its own affairs. He is legally mine, and you risk breaking order if you try to take my pet from me by force. Jupiter would be the first to see that your mind is tampered with if you try."
Raoul covered his mouth as he tried not to say the things that he really wanted to vent at the other blondie. After a few moments, he said calmly, "Very well. In that case I will use a loophole."
"Out of all the other blondies, I always pegged you as the second most boring besides Aisha," said Gideon with a sly grin. "Your ranking is finally improving."
The two began negotiating the details as to how Raoul would be allowed to observe Gideon's favorite pet in a manner that was beneficial to them both.

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Since that day at the motel, time slowed to a crawl for Sora. A deep lethargy settled into his limbs and weighed him down. When he wasn't called to Raoul, he would curl up in his bed and close his eyes no matter what time of day it was. Ray tried to take him to the pet salon for exercise, but he would refuse to go and remained steadfastly in the apartment.
Raoul had seen this sort of malingering before. It was an affliction that befell 60% of pets before they reached their prime years. Most of them were disposed or turned into sex dolls when this occurred. The main reason that he had acquired Sora was to find a way to fight this malaise using the boy's innate ability to ease others. He was dismayed to see that coveted trait withering away before he had a chance to fully explore it.
When he returned to his quarters, he summoned Sora to his room. His pet appeared before him with his head down and shoulders slumped. He tsked and gestured for the other to come onto his bed and sit across his lap. Upon his obedience, Raoul gathered him up in his arms in a loose embrace that he knew was preferred.
"It is time to end this mourning," he said to his pet. "You must have had some attachment to Riki, but the truth is that Iason will not allow anyone to touch what is his. You will never be called to any soirees with him, nor will you ever see him by chance. Do not take this personal. His master has chosen not to share him with any pet."
There was no response from Sora. Even as Raoul gently cupped his chin and swept his finger over his lips, he didn't look up or say anything.
He continued speaking, "I would be a poor master if I allowed this despondency to continue, so I have decided to select a mate for you." Raoul brushed the back of his knuckles over Sora's arms. Normally these tender touches would make his pet sigh with impatience, but today they garnered no response. "Your mate will give you the hugs that you desire and satisfy your needs. You will be able to have conversations with someone of sufficient intelligence to respond satisfactorily. Most importantly, your mate is an off-worlder like you. Perhaps someone you know."
Sora twitched, and then he finally raised his gaze up to Raoul. His expression was a kaleidoscope of horror and want, hurt and longing, fear and hope. The emotions pooled together and fired the light in his eyes.
Raoul was well aware that his deal with Gideon was an enormous gamble; one that Iason would disapprove. His friend had been crystal clear regarding the danger of allowing Sora to have even one iota of hope. However, if he allowed his pet to fall too far into despair, then he would lose his chance to study the once in a lifetime phenomena of meeting a person who easily calmed central nervous systems and increased hormone signaling on a significant scale without resorting to PAM chips or mind tampering.
Besides, his pet was more attractive when he looked at the world as if it was full of opportunity and adventure. He wasn't going to let Iason's proclivities ruin what he had.
"I see I have your interest," said Raoul with a smile. "Do not think that this earns you some sort of reprieve. You must prepare for your new partner if your coupling is to go well. Ray will be assisting in this matter."
On cue, the furniture entered the bedchambers with a tray that carried two objects: a phallus, and a tube of lubricant.
When Sora saw what he had, he grasped Raoul tightly and started shaking profusely. "No please!" he begged with his eyes tightly shut. "Not that! Not again!"
The mere sight of the sex toy almost made him hyperventilate. Memories of that day continued to live on in his nightmares and intruded his daytime thoughts. He tried his best not to think about it, but now that he was reminded he couldn't control his tremors. His extreme reaction even made Ray pause for half a step.
"Open your eyes," commanded Raoul. He placed one gloved finger beneath Sora's chin and tilted his head up so that their gazes met. "This will not be the same as that prior fiasco. I will ensure your every comfort in the next soiree. If your partner is unable to satisfy you, then not only will shame befall its master, but I will personally ensure that you will never have to see that useless pet ever again."
Sora was not comforted by those words. He didn't want anyone to suffer because of him, but he also didn't want to feel anymore pain or distress. Either way, he didn't have a choice. Ray prepared the dildo, and Raoul held him open so he could be stuffed to the brim with it.
It was an ordeal that lasted a few days. He had to remain penetrated for hours on end to train his muscles to receive. Coupled with the heavy feeling that came from those laced drinks, he found it hard to find any comfortable position that didn't arouse him or bother him in some way. Raoul didn't call for him during that time, which made the situation worse.
His thoughts became obsessive about who the partner could be. If it was an outsider that he knew, then it had to be Riku. He was the only one who had flown a gummi ship this far out into the darkness. It couldn't be Daryl - he didn't have the necessary parts to be a pet. Besides those two, there weren't any off-worlders that he personally knew near the area.
If it was Riku, then they could finally figure out a way to escape. If it was Riku, then he was a pet and probably had to do terrible things. If it was Riku, they would be partners. Over and over, his mind cycled through the what ifs and the different scenarios that could occur. He yearned to see his best friend and dreaded the thought that he could be in chains.
Then came the day of the soiree. He found himself looking forwards to the twisted event with a grim hope. Sora was impatient as he was bathed and primped for the occasion. When the miserable phallus was removed, the reality of what he was expected to do started to set in. It was going to be humiliating to do it for the sake of a blondie's entertainment, and if his partner turned out to be another mindless, underaged pet then he resigned himself to a very difficult time with the D-ring.
The soiree was being held in Tanagura, which meant that it was a very short ride to get there from the tower. It was a different venue than the others: instead of a pompous red carpet and noisy procession, there was a quiet building that was filled with lighted waterfalls and tastefully placed greenery. They were greeted by black-haired hosts that bowed to them and led their entourage through a spa-like atmosphere with calming chimes and dim lights.
Sora was brought to what appeared to be a room-sized shadow box that faced a comfortable couch. Its interior looked like regular bedroom with a desk, a bed, windows and some décor that suggested it was a boys room, such as a sports poster on the wall and a blue color scheme.
The air shimmered as Ray led him into the strange display, and when Sora looked over his shoulder the couch was gone. Instead, there was a hologram that completed the rest of the room including an exit door, a stray hamper and a dresser. It meant that he wouldn't be able to see Raoul, but the blondie would definitely have a view of him.
Given the environment, he understood now why he was wearing an ordinary pair of button down pajamas. It had long sleeves and pants with pictures of small white birds printed all over it. He couldn't remember the last time that he wore ordinary clothes. Being covered up was like the height of luxury, but beneath the fabric he still had remote-controlled shackles around his wrists, forearms, thighs and ankles. They were reminders that he was only dressed for someone else's entertainment.
Perhaps the room was meant to assuage him, but he recognized it for the pretty cage that it was. He turned his gaze to where he previously observed the barrier and waited with baited breath for the other pet. Now that the moment was upon him, he knew from the bottom of his heart that he wanted it to be Riku. His hopes clawed up his chest and scratched at his throat as he stared forwards and waited to see platinum hair, aquamarine eyes and a tall frame step through.
The air rippled and he forgot how to breathe. A bare foot came through, followed by a lean body and a smirking face. Sora's mouth fell open and he took three steps back as hope turned to confused horror.
"Now there's a stupidly familiar face," drawled the pet as he came to full view.
Their visages were identical, but the other's skin tone was slightly more light. They had the same hairstyle and lean, wiry bodies, but the pet had black hair and carried himself with a haughty poise. He regarded Sora with a pair of gleaming eyes of gold.
Sora's mouth moved, but no words came out. There was no doubt about it: That was Vanitas. But how? Why? After his defeat, he was supposed to return to his timeline. Why was he standing there in a black t-shirt and red shorts as if he was getting ready to go to bed? Why was he a pet?
Then he remembered why they were both here, and his voice finally returned to him. "I - I think there's been some sort of mistake," he said incredulously. Out of all the people that Raoul could have chosen, why did it have to be this guy? He would rather be toyed with by the blondie than be forced to bed an enemy. Sora's expression was full of pleading as he looked past Vanitas to the empty space behind him, where he knew his master was watching.
"Where are you looking?" said Vanitas with a smirk. "Your blondie isn't going to save you. He's waiting to be entertained."
As if to remind Sora of his duties, his manacles activated. It happened so suddenly that he yelped in surprise. His arms and legs were pulled apart and he was lifted off the floor. He tried to fight his way back down, but he was solidly splayed out in midair like a starfish.
I can't believe this! he silently raged in his head. Just when he thought that Raoul had reached a limit of how to torture him, he found another way to run him down. One look at Vanitas and it was obvious that he was going to have the life fucked out of him, and he couldn't help but ask why why why over and over again in his head. Why would he even want to do this? Was it because they were on opposite sides of the war? Was this revenge? Was he just that disliked by his doppelganger?
He could see that the other boy was wearing a leather choker around his neck with a large, red ruby. It was clear proof that Vanitas was definitely a pet. There was no way that he was actually enjoying being under someone else's thumb. The more that Sora thought about it, the greater the embers of hope began to fan in his chest. During the war, he made an appeal to Vanitas to take their side, but had been declined at that time. That didn't mean that he couldn't try again.
If the two of them worked together then surely they could find a way to escape. Sora just needed to talk to him without arousing Raoul's suspicion. It was a feat that was near impossible because of the current predicament, but he had to try. He tried to sound as casual as possible as he said, "You should be worried about my blondie. He said that if you can't make me happy, then you are the one who is going to pay the price. Hate to break it to you, but you're not exactly my type."
It was his way of trying to give a warning; to show that he was worried about the other's welfare. An extension of an olive branch that he hoped would be taken in the right way.
"I know what blondies want," said Vanitas off-handedly. He circled around Sora like a hawk narrowing in its prey, until he got behind him. Then he pressed himself flush against the other's back and whispered in a low voice, "They want to see you suffer and beg, until you get so twisted that you're begging for the suffering."
In one brisk movement, Vanitas ripped his pajamas by pulling the lapels apart. Sora jolted in surprise as the buttons bounced on the floor. His hands started roaming his bare torso under the rags of his clothes, the fingers probing along his ribs, his navel and his chest, until they seemed to home in on his most sensitive spots just below his nipples and belly button.
How does he know?! thought Sora wildly. There were places on his body that drove him absolutely wild when they were toyed with, and he thought that only Raoul knew of those spots. He realized that there was probably a dossier floating around with this information, complete with his dick size and preference for hugs. The thought of Vanitas reading something like that made him burn with embarrassment.
"W-wait!" stammered Sora as he tried to squirm. He still needed to find a way to communicate before he lost his senses. One touch of the D-ring and he would go completely incoherent. "Shouldn't we talk first? Master Raoul said that you could do that for me."
"So you can tell me how you're an outsider with no training? I don't want to hear it," answered Vanitas in a flippant tone. "I already know about you Sora. My master gave me the run down. You can't fuck without a D-ring and you aren't worth a damn to the other pets. It's an embarrassment to be partnered with you."
"I didn't choose this," said Sora tensely. "I wasn't even told who I would be paired with."
"My master is not into boring lays, so you better stop complaining and make this worth his while." With that said, Vanitas yanked Sora's pajama bottoms to his knees with an air of needing to inspect what he was working with.
Sora wasn't wearing any underwear, so he spilled out in full view and the sudden cold made his muscles clench. His cock was half hard, which was its normal state anymore. He could never make it go all the way down until he was completely spent. Although he had gotten used to being naked, the fact that it was Vanitas eyeing his most private places made him want to shrink down to nothing.
"What's this?" said Vanitas with amusement. He grabbed Sora's cock and lifted it up so he could see the testicles behind it. "Your balls look like like they're ready to fall off. You've been drinking the naughty stuff."
"S-shut up!" stammered Sora with mortification. His testicles were reddened and visibly full. Just the mention of their current state made his pelvis throb in reminder of how badly he needed to cum. He bit his lip hard to try to fight the feeling down.
"You just said that you wanted to talk, now you want me to shut up," groused Vanitas. As if to punish him for it, he tapped Sora's dick against his belly. It left a sticky wet trail as it started to harden further. "This partnership isn't going to work if you're going to be dishonest. Let's be real." He started to rapidly stroke the shaft he held in his hands. "You want to beg me to make you cum."
Sora tossed his head as the sensations started to build. He still wanted try to talk, but everything that his mind wanted to do was slowly being wiped away by his body's pressing need. Despite this, his pride kept him from saying the words that Vanitas wanted to hear. Raoul had managed to break him many times, but in the face of another keyblade wielder he wanted to hang on to every last shred of self-respect that he had. He kept a whine trapped in his throat, until a guttural "Ngggh!" forced its way out.
"You don't grasp the situation," said Vanitas with one last tug of Sora's member. It was released unceremoniously, as if he was tossing aside garbage. He stepped off to Sora's side and pulled his own shorts down. His hardened shaft was revealed in bold display for the captive to see. "This dick is your world now. Your life starts and ends with it."
Those words made Sora spiral into a panic. He didn't want them to be true, but he knew what Raoul was capable of. What he had already done to him. The thought of having sex with Vanitas was making his skin crawl, but the pulse of his body was demanding it. If he started craving him the way he needed his master, just how much worse was his life going to get? "Please don't," he said, quietly begging for the exact opposite of what was requested of him. "Let's not do this."
"What did I say about honesty? How did I get stuck with someone so thick-headed," complained Vanitas. He grasped both of their members and rubbed them against each other, tip to tip.
It was a toe curling tease that Sora felt all the way down his legs. His lips quivered involuntarily. Was he going to fail after all? Was Vanitas just going to use him up like everyone else and toss him aside like tissue paper when he was done? "I-I honestly think this is a bad idea," he stammered.
Vanitas started stroking the other's cock from its root in a slow, deliberate way. Halfway up, he gathered any loose foreskin and rolled it upwards, coaxing it into a reverse fold that covered their cockheads and held them in connection to each other. Every twitch gave the tiniest, titillating rub that was unraveling Sora's composure.
"Don't be stupid," answered Vanitas. "You like being my cock warmer."
Sora glared at him, but it only lasted a few moments because Vanitas started rubbing their joined members. He swallowed thickly - this was so lewd but it felt so good. The D-Ring had not been activated, and yet this was better than all the things that Raoul and Ray had ever done to him.
Oh. That's why.
He realized that things were always being done to him and there was never any feedback from the person he was with. This was the first time that he had ever seen anyone hard for him. His eyes trailed down to where they were joined to confirm his thoughts. "You like this?" he asked huskily, and was surprised by the change in his voice.
"Shut up and jizz already, you're making my wrist tired," snapped Vanitas.
The insults were doing little to turn Sora on, but he knew he was fortunate enough to get this far without Raoul forcing him. Fine, he decided. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of that stroking hand. His hips rocked as much as his manacles would allow and he breathed deeply to encourage the sensations to reach their peak.
A flash of Riku's confident face drifted in memory, and before he knew it, he was spilling his ejaculate out. It filled up the space underneath his foreskin until the pressure forced them apart with a splash of white fluid.
"Whoa," said Vanitas as he shook Sora's cock like he was draining the last bit of water from a hose. "You're really messed up down there. I bet you bleed cum now."
"You wanted me to do it, so don't complain about it now," muttered Sora. What he released wasn't near enough. He still felt heavy and hard. This was a hateful situation; he needed Vanitas for both his power and his prowess right now, and he knew that only one of those things were guaranteed.
His anklets and thighlets suddenly deactivated, leaving him dangling from this arms. Vanitas stepped behind him and hooked his arms under his knees to spread him open. Sora could almost feel Raoul's stare from behind the veneer of the room. His master was now ready for the main course, and he shuddered at what that meant.
"No more complaints," said Vanitas as he rubbed himself under Sora's cleft and nudged his swollen balls. "Just your screams as I break you in half."
Sora clenched his fists. The heat was building up again. It stained his chest and back red. This might be his last chance to convince Vanitas. Who knew if Raoul would ever let them meet again after this.
"...Please...."
He could feel his cock edging around his hole. Every breath was making it pucker in, as if it was reaching out for the probing member.
"....I need...."
(I need you.)
Static.
"I want--"
(Freedom!!)
"Please!"
Static. Static.
(I'm begging you!)
"Help me!"
Vanitas's answer came in a low, gruff voice:
"How can you be free when you are mine?"
Sora's breath hitched when his body was stabbed into. His muscles gave way easily due to his training. Ray had prepared him internally with something wet and sticky that warmed up and tingled with friction; and there was a lot of that as Vanitas drilled into him with single minded focus. It was so hard and fast that he practically went cross eyed.
There was no telling if he managed to get through to Vanitas, and it no longer mattered. His world shrank to where they were joined and his voice cried out with wanton pleasure. It became unbearably hot and his body broke out into a useless sweat. His cock wobbled with every thrust until cum came out of him like an uncorked bottle of champagne.
The orgasm left his breathing ragged. He thought he heard laughter through the ringing in his ears, but he didn't care. It wasn't enough. He needed to release a lot more.
His hands were dropped from their restraint, and he tumbled out of the midair hover down to his knees. He wasn't completely freed, however. His wrist cuffs magnetized together in front of him. Some distant part of him thought it was silly - he wasn't going to run away. Everything he needed to survive was right here: Vanitas and his dick.
"More." Was that his own voice?
"Heh. Dirty slut."
Sora was hauled back to his feet and pushed over to the bed. His linked arms were draped over one of the bedposts and he was brought into a kneel. He felt that cock line up to his hole again, and with one push, the drilling began anew. Every shove rattled the bed and made his grunt in pleasure. His balls grew tighter and tighter until he was spewing himself all over the sheets.
More! More!!
He thought he was going insane as Vanitas took his arms off the bedpost and draped them over his neck instead. Sora hung from the other's body like an erotic necklace. Everything was so sticky and wet; he was glad that his back was to his partner so that he didn't have to see the sneer that was probably on his face. His butt was lifted and lowered back onto that thick dick, and Sora moaned loudly as he sank down until he was sitting on the other's balls.
Why does this feel so good!
He yelped when he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. Was that teeth?!
Vanitas started moving again, and his mind fragmented. There were more bites and bruises along his trapped arms as he got filled to the brim over and over again, until he shuddered and his belly twitched with the force of his ejaculation.
Oh god I can't--
Sora's arms were unlooped from Vanitas's neck. He didn't know when they demagnetized and he didn't care. Instead, he hung onto the other's bare legs and rocked his own hips at a hard and fast pace. It didn't even matter when his ass was smacked hard enough to leave a mark.
I can't stop!!!

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"It seems that your pet has taking a liking to mine," said Gideon. "Not surprising. Vanitas has an almost supernatural capacity to know exactly what the other party wants. He can unravel anyone's most sensitive spots in one tryst. A shame, considering that I was hoping to see your D-ring in action."
Raoul didn't look entertained. He was staring at the bedroom scene with an air of malcontent. His fingers came dangerously near to his D-ring, but it went unused. This was the first time that it wasn't needed to bring Sora to completion. Instead, he picked up his datapad and parsed the information that was coming through.
"What is the meaning of this?" he said sharply.
"What do you mean?" asked Gideon.
"There is no information from the PAM belonging to Vanitas," spat Raoul. He turned his datapad around so that Gideon could see for himself. There was a split screen of data with Sora's information scrolling on the right, and Vanitas's information on the left - Except the left side simply said 'PAM disconnected.'
"Hmmmm." Gideon squinted at the display. "Obviously it is a malfunction. Your lab is having a lot of problems."
"This is not the fault of my lab!" roared Raoul. "I told you that this is all a ploy. I demand that you send Vanitas in for a thorough interrogation and inspection."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I will not allow you to interfere with the functioning of my pet?" said Gideon archly. "I won't have you diminish him with your mind tampering or traumatize him. He is perfect as he is. See for yourself."
Gideon gestured to the shadowbox. It had been three hours since the entertainment started. Sora's face was completely slack with pleasure. Vanitas had his arm wrapped around his neck, forcing him to arch his back as he drove into him relentlessly. The breakneck pace of their coupling hadn't slowed even a fraction since the start.
"He can continue this for as long as we wish," explained Gideon. "He will not ejaculate until I command it. He can satisfy up to 50 partners in one soiree and his appetite never diminishes."
"What sort of beast is that pet of yours?" said Raoul incredulously.
"The perfect sort," said Gideon proudly. "Threaten me all you wish, but you can not have what is mine."
Raoul looked as if he was going to do more than just threaten, however they were interrupted by a voice.
"Hey, this guy broke. What do you want me to do now?" called Vanitas from inside the room.
Sora was face down on the bed, completely passed out in a pool of his own semen. Vanitas had abandoned him there so he could walk to the front of the display and address the blondies with his arms folded across his chest.
"Why is your pet so rude?" asked Raoul with distaste.
"It is part of his charm," said Gideon carelessly. Then he said to Vanitas, "That will be all. Go get cleaned up."
Vanitas hmphed as he stuffed his cock back into his shorts. Three hours later and he hadn't cum at all. Despite his grievances, Raoul was impressed.
A very nervous furniture came to lead Gideon's pet away. Sora was likewise attended to by Ray, who was well used to hauling him around when he was comatose.
"This is not over," said Raoul. "I will be bringing this up at the next meeting. It will be in your best interest to attend."
"Do your worst," challenged Gideon. "Nothing breaks Pet Law, and as of this moment, our pets are a mated pair. My Vanitas enjoys breeding, so be sure to keep Sora available."
Raoul turned his nose up as he scooped up his datapad and left the couch. He didn't bother to answer the other blondie.

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Pain woke Sora up. His back, his legs, and especially his ass were aching relentlessly, as if he had been tossed from the mountains of Arendelle for the 15th time that day. He was curled up in his bed, and he could feel the weight of a chain around his neck. It had been a while since he wore it to sleep, but he didn't think anything of it now.
"Sora."
That voice made his eyes snap open. His entire body went rigid as he struggled to get up to properly greet his master. Why was Raoul here? Usually Ray was the one to get him up in the mornings - if it even was morning. He had no sense of time since that last soiree.
Raoul was sitting in a chair at his bedside. A datapad was in his hands, but his attention was fully on his pet as he said, "Be at ease. Your partner was thorough with you. Ray spent nearly two hours tending to you afterwards."
Sora was relieved that he wouldn't have to kneel. Instead, he sank back into the soft silk with a quiet 'thank you.' He looked down at his body to check its state and hid a gasp. There were bruises on his hips and arms. Several more were on his shoulders and back that he couldn't see but feel. He remembered sharp teeth and curled his hands into fists. Why did Vanitas have to bite him!
"Were you satisfied with your tryst with Vanitas?" asked Raoul.
The question gave Sora a chill. He wanted to say, I think he tried to kill me with his dick, but doing so would mean bad consequences for the both of them. As much as he loathed having sex with someone who was once an enemy, it was better than doing it with any of the other pets. "He made me cum a lot," he answered neutrally.
"Any of the other pets could have done that," pressed Raoul.
Sora fiddled his fingers as he tried to think of something that would satisfy his master. "He sort of hugged me. From behind." More like strangled him. There was probably bruising around his neck. "I wish he would have tried from the front. I might have liked it more."
"What was your opinion of his face?"
Oh. That was why Raoul was here. He wanted to know why they looked alike. It probably seemed really suspicious to the blondie. Sora realized that he had to answer carefully. "It's weird doing it with someone who looks like me. He's nothing like me though. Did you want two of me?"
"I picked him because I wanted to compare," answered Raoul. "Clearly his temperament is different than yours. He lacks all of your qualities. But that face doesn't come from my lab. Who is he?"
Sora flinched. If he didn't tell the truth then he was going to be punished badly. "I met him a while ago, only twice. I was shocked at how he looked back then too. He call me a brother, but I'm an only child. I wanted him to stick around so I could get to know him, but he refused. He disappeared and I never saw him again until now. I have no idea why he's here."
"Is he a threat?"
Is he? Sora should have asked that question too from the beginning. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's here because he likes being a pet."
Saying that out loud felt preposterous. Why would anyone enjoy being a pet, especially Vanitas?
"Does he have a weapon like yours?" asked Raoul. Thus far, all of his pet's answers were compared to the information on his datapad. There was a real time feed of the subtle changes of his limbic system that were displayed in waveform.
Sora pressed his lips as he considered lying, but he knew how terrible he was at it. "He has a keyblade, but I'm not sure how much it is like mine."
He hoped that Raoul wouldn't ask him any details. These questions were going to get Vanitas into alot of trouble and make it harder to win him over.
To his surprise, the blondie patted his head. "You are being honest. I have yet to detect a lie."
His praise gave Sora a measure of uneasy relief. "Will I get to see him again?" he asked.
"Why do you want that?" questioned the blondie.
"I haven't given up on trying to be his friend," he answered firmly. Out of everything Sora said, this was the most true. Whether it was the time they met at the keyblade graveyard, or here in the bleak world of Amoi, he wanted - and now needed - for Vanitas to come to his side.
"You will have other opportunities to meet with him after you recuperate," said Raoul. "Gideon also wishes for your diet to be modified."
Sora's face paled. "M-my diet?"
"He found your appetite for his pet to be lacking. We will rectify this."
WHAT. Sora was sure that he practically crawled all over Vanitas's cock as if he was climbing a coconut tree on Destiny Islands. Just how much hungrier did he need to be?
As it turned out, a lot more.
The Amuritas that he was given changed color: Now they were a luminescent green with a fruity flavor. His hands shook the first time he drank it. The previous concoction had given him such a heavy, heady feeling. Who knew what the new drug's effect would be.
Unfortunately, it didn't take away his need to cum. Instead, his thoughts became obsessive over sex. From the moment he woke up to when he fell asleep, he was pent up as tight as a drum. During this time, Raoul did not call for him and he was stuck in the flat. Ray would not allow him to touch himself and would magnetize his shackles to keep him from attempting to masturbate.
Sometimes he made strange, involuntary keening sounds, as if his very being was crying for a release. It made him realize that the blondies weren't going to be satisfied until he wanted Vanitas like his body needed oxygen. The thought of being that subservient to his doppelganger made him feel ill. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't.
However, as time wore on, he found himself looking forwards to the next soiree; to repeat the memory of being filled up until he passed out into a blank sleep. Unconsciousness was the only thing that freed him from the daily torture. That was what he ultimately wanted from his partner - to be put down so he couldn't feel things anymore.
When his bruises healed, Ray placed a chastity belt over his standard uniform and brought him to the salon. This time, the metal caged both his front and his back to make sure that nothing interfered with the preparations for the next soiree. He was met with congratulations, disappointment and the usual jeers from the other pets who saw what he was wearing.
None of it mattered. The drugs had him in a daze. When Ray released his leash, he wandered through the conservatory like a zombie. He didn't stop walking even as he veered off the path and went into the grass. Sora trampled over bushes and nudged his way around the flowering trees in aimless fashion. The only thing that stopped his forwards march was bumping into the glass that separated the salon from a drop to the first floor.
He got onto his knees and looked down at the people milling below the glass bowl of the second floor. It would be so easy to summon his keyblade and tear through the barrier. Jumping down would be nothing. He could run fast and no one would catch him - right through the doors of the tower. All he had to do was --
"Don't even think about it," said a gruff, familiar voice. "Your head will blow off before you so much as crack the wall."
Sora's heart tightened as he turned around and looked up. Sure enough, Vanitas was on a tree limb, staring back down at him. He was wearing black pet gear with maroon stripes on the tight material. The red ruby around his neck was gleaming in the light. Although it was still difficult to accept, his old enemy was definitely in the guise of a pet.
Seeing him brought a mess of emotions to the fore. All of his hope, all of his need, and all of his wanting must have made his eyes look so desperate and bright. "How long were you watching?" he asked. Sora could barely keep a tremor out of his hands.
Vanitas leapt out of the tree and landed nimbly in front of him. "Long enough to see you get dumb ideas."
The presence of his old adversary brought a shot of adrenaline that helped him to think more clearly. It made him understand that his thoughts were dangerous; he could have gotten himself killed. To show that he had not completely given up, he struggled to get to his feet without flinching. His bottom half was aching so badly that it was difficult to keep his back straight. "Is there a way that we can talk without anyone listening or seeing?" he asked.
"Just talk," answered Vanitas with a upwards gesture of his thumb.
Sora looked at the ever present cameras that were constantly monitoring them from overhead, and he saw that there was an unversed wrapped around the rotating rings and bulb like a black sheet. His heart practically jumped for joy - Vanitas did have power and he was using it freely.
"Why are you here?" he asked quickly. "You were supposed to go back to your time after the war."
"I did. What of it?" answered Vanitas archly.
"You did?" said Sora in surprise. If Vanitas returned to the past, then he would have forgotten everything that happened in the future. That included being defeated and offered to change sides. It was frustrating because that memory would have shown his sincerity. Now it would seem like he was trying to win him over out of desperation. While technically not untrue, there was more to it than that.
Wait -- "If you did go back to your time, then why do you remember it?"
"I don't, but you lights sure love writing your stupid journals. There's a concept called reading," answered Vanitas flippantly.
"But Ventus--"
No sooner did he say the name that Vanitas got an enraged look on his face. He slapped his hand over Sora's mouth to silence him. "Go there and I will rip your tongue out."
Bewildered, Sora gave a quick nod. It seemed that he was to never mention Ventus or the fact that he defeated Vanitas and sealed him in his heart. That was a small price to pay, given the situation.
Satisfied, Vanitas released the other's mouth. "My turn. Why did you come to this world?"
"To save it," Sora answered readily. To his surprise, Vanitas started laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight. "What's so funny?" he added tersely.
"You want to save this world?" said Vanitas through peals of mirth. "This shithole?"
To be fair, Sora could see where Vanitas was coming from. So far his impression of Amoi was that it was a sad pile of filth from the ruins of Ceres all the way to the ivory towers of Tanagura. The people treated each other horribly and the subjugation was horrific. For the first time, he wondered if being here was the right thing at all.
Then he remembered Riki, Bison, Daryl and all the Lanaya Hugo children, and his resolve returned. "I get it, this place sucks," admitted Sora. "But that doesn't mean that everyone has to go down with it. The heartless are going to tear this place apart if something isn't done."
"Even if you sealed the door to this world, the darkness is festered so deep that nothing will change," said Vanitas. "Call it a wash and go home. Let the world burn."
In fits of anger and anguish, Sora had imagined setting everything on fire. Hearing Vanitas say it so casually out loud almost felt vindicating. However, he knew deep down that if he didn't get this mission done, then he would be broken in a way that nothing could fix. "What about you?" he asked in hopes of changing topics. "If this place is so bad, then why are you hanging out here?"
"A world on the brink of disaster is full of the sort of misery that is chef's kiss. What shadow wouldn't be drawn here?" answered Vanitas with a grin.
That again. Vanitas had gone to Monstropolis to try to fill the holes in his heart with the screams of children. It never worked; he needed Ventus to be truly complete. So why was he here instead of being contained in his friend's heart? Most importantly, "Why as a pet?"
At that question, a true malevolence darkened his gold eyes. "Who do you think are the most miserable ones here? I wanted to see it for myself up close and personal. And now I find a has-been keyblade wielder acting as a high priced prostitute for a blondie. Out of everyone's anguish, yours is the most delicious."
Dread weighed itself in Sora's stomach. Vanitas was not going to help him; he was here to watch the spectacle of this world's demise along with the sideshow of seeing him crushed by Raoul. It was too much to bear. His heart sank with disappointment and despair.
As if drawn to those feelings, Vanitas stepped closer until they were nearly nose to nose. "If you're done asking questions, then I'm going to let the camera go. But they're going to want to know why we were hiding here. You know what they're expecting to see."
Sora sighed. "I can't do it with you. They put this thing on me--"
"You mean these metal panties?" said Vanitas. He lifted his right hand, which held up the chastity belt.
Bewildered, Sora glanced down to confirm that yes, Vanitas had managed to pick pocket the entire thing off of him. "How did you do that?" he said in disbelief.
"They're programmed to respond to your master - and your partner," said Vanitas with a smirk. "I told you already, my dick is your world now. So bend over."
"I'm not doing that!" I really want to do that. Sora's cock was already rigid with anticipation. His thirst for having sex right now was making his mouth dry.
"Stop lying. If you get any harder it won't be the head on your shoulders that blows off." Vanitas roughly turned Sora around and shoved him against the glass. He made short work of pulling the other's shorts down.
"How did you know about the bomb?" asked Sora as he caught himself against the glass. He should have fought more just on principle, but his cock was oozing and Vanitas was willing. He shivered with need as Vanitas passed his hand over his tip to scoop the fluid and use it to prep his dick.
"I do my homework," answered Vanitas cryptically as he finished wetting himself. Then he lined up with Sora's channel and pulled his pucker apart with his fingers. He forced himself past the pink ring and sank deeply with some resistance. A satisfied smile curled his lips. "Just one night and you're already my size."
Sora bit his lip as he was filled up. It dawned on him how stupid it was to think that he was not a virgin before this. What he did with Riku didn't come close to being truely penetrated. The reality was that Vanitas had taken his virginity, fully and completely. This realization made tears spring to his eyes.
Vanitas started pounding him. It was noisy as their balls slapped together and Sora made strangled sounds. Below, onlookers were gathering to watch him humiliate himself, as if he was just a gorilla at the zoo in heat. He hated this so much. He needed it so bad and it made him want to die.
I can't do this anymore!
His cum squirted out of him in a river. A few people clapped from the bottom floor. Sora hoped that it dripped on their stupid heads.
Then he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, which made him yelp and straighten up. He clapped his hand over the new sore spot. "Why do you keep biting me!" he yelled.
Vanitas pulled his dick free and packaged it back into his pants with a smug look. "Something to help you remember who owns your ass."
"Why you--" Sora took a step forwards and realized that his legs were still tied up by his shorts. He fumbled his clothes back into place. "This is it. This is the last time we are doing this!"
"You're breaking up with me?" said Vanitas with an incredulous laugh. "Pretty sure that's illegal around here."
"I don't care! I'm not doing it with someone who treats me bad and -- and doesn't even like doing it with me. You don't even finish, that's how much you hate it too!" said Sora with a wild gesture at the other's crotch.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Mr. Cream A Lot," said Vanitas dryly. "I just don't like leaving a mess. If you wanted my jizz so bad then you should have asked for it."
"That's not what I mean!" said Sora in exacerbation. "No one here understands me. No one likes each other. Why are we even doing this?"
"I did it for the views," said Vanitas as he tipped his gaze briefly upwards. The flood that had been covering the camera was now gone, which meant that all of their activities and words had been recorded. "You should be asking yourself why did you do it."
Sora's face was burning up. Why did he do it?
To feel better.
In truth, he was a little lighter now. Being angry at Vanitas pushed down the needy and intrusive feelings. It gave him some measure of clarity and control. If he was being brutally honest, he should have been grateful for it.
But there was no way that he was going to thank his adversary for fucking him in public. No way!
"Sora!" came Ray's exacerbated voice. He was rushing over to his ward with leash in hand. His breathlessness indicated that he had been running. "The system registered that your belt was removed," he said once he caught up.
One look at Sora confirmed the furniture's worst fears. He was without his chastity belt and he was dirtied. Standing nearby was Vanitas with a smirk on his face. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. "You!" Ray whirled to face Gideon's pet. "You are not to touch Sora until the next soiree! We are very carefully preparing him for it. You have ruined days of work!"
"Is that why he couldn't say no and bent over like a good little slut?" said Vanitas in amusement. "I could have made him do that without the joy juice."
"I am going to lodge a complaint with the floor leader and your master," said Ray as he latched the leash onto Sora's collar. "There will be no more clandestine meetings. We're leaving."
With that, Ray tugged on the leash to make Sora move. The boy took one last glance at Vanitas and saw a superior, knowing look on his face. It devastated him with soul crushing shame.

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Sora hung on to his humiliated anger as long as he could. It helped him get through the next few days, even as the drinks got stronger and his body itched to betray him. Every time he got the urge to touch himself, he thought of Vanitas's face and the effects of the drug were overcome. There was no way he was going to do it with him again. Not ever!
It was very concerning for Ray that the scandal happened. He doubled his efforts to make sure that Sora drank his Amuritas and had no opportunity to masturbate. He checked the visitor's records to make sure that trips to the salon were limited to when Vanitas was not there. He even went as far as to override permissions so only Raoul could remove the chastity belt. As far as he was concerned, every feasible step had been taken to prevent his master's property from being tampered with.
What he didn't count on was his ward's stubbornness. Every time that Sora was allowed back into the pet salon, he went straight to the bathroom. There was an android there that was supposed to help him with toileting, but he learned to push the metal contraption aside and slam the stall door shut to keep it out. Then he would lean over the toilet and make himself vomit all the hateful liquid he was forced to drink back out of his stomach.
He didn't get to do it often, but he was at it every chance that he got. It was a double edged sword since Amuritas were his only source of nutrition, but he would rather be physically weak than allow Vanitas to ever give him that look again.
It was during one of these purges that he found that he wasn't alone. He left the stall and requested a drink from the robot so he could swish and spit into the sink. Just as he was doing this, he heard a familiar voice.
"You would rather do that disgusting thing to yourself than fuck me?"
Sora shuddered as he finished what he was doing. Why was Vanitas here? Ray was supposed to make sure that they didn't cross paths. Instead, his so-called partner was standing only five feet away with his arms folded and his back against the bathroom's entryway.
"I told you it's over," said Sora bitterly. He pushed past Vanitas and made his way to the conservatory. He needed the air to clear his aching head.
Vanitas trailed after him. "It's not over as long as you're wearing a D-ring," he said in a flat tone. "No is not allowed in your vocabulary. What you're doing is pointless."
"Stop following me around," said Sora as he dropped onto a bench. His body belt shaky. One of his legs couldn't stop bouncing. The withdrawal from not taking regular doses of that liquid was affecting him.
Vanitas plopped onto the seat beside him despite his protests. "My master likes annoying the shit out of yours, so he sent me to sneak around and stalk your sorry ass. Orders are orders." He reached over to flick the other's hair.
Sora leaned away at the touch with disgust. "You're going to get in trouble if you mess with me again."
"You're going to get in trouble when they find out that you're upchucking their drugs," countered Vanitas. "Which one of us is going to tattle first?"
Sora made a frustrated sound. Vanitas had a point - they were both checkmated. He looked away instead of answering in an attempt to just ignore the guy. Then he felt fingers groping his nipples through his clothes. He jumped in surprise and smacked the other's hands away. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Bet I can make you cum just by touching your chest," said Vanitas with a grin. "You got any munny to wager?"
Sora looked at Vanitas like he was nuts. "You really like doing this don't you? To you, it's fun." He turned around so he could give his partner his full attention. "If you want to do it so bad, then there's things that you have to do for me."
Vanitas gave Sora a wary stare. "What the hell do you want from me?"
Sora draw himself up to his full height, not that it mattered since their bodies were practically identical anyway. "When we do it, I want to look at you from the front. And you have to kiss me, on the mouth, like you mean it. When we're not doing it and we're together like this, you have to hold my hand and give me hugs."
Those words made Vanitas's eyes go comically wide, as if Sora just asked him to fly to the moon over Agrabah and bring him back a chunk. "You're crazy!" he said in true affront. He got up and stormed away as if he had just been told the most disturbing thing he ever heard in his entire life.
Sora gave a sardonic laugh that was both amused and disappointed.
Eventually, Ray caught on to what he was doing. Adjustments were made swiftly to his routine. The Amuritas returned to their milky color and he was promised that they were purely for nutrition. Instead of spiking his food, the drugs were administered through daily shots in his thighs. Now there was nothing he could do to counteract their effects.
He got stronger and hornier again. Sora paced the apartment like a tiger looking for the exit. He clawed at the chastity belt and cursed Raoul. It was his body, it should be his choice if he wanted to play with it. He found himself wondering if it was true that Vanitas could make him cum just by touching his nipples. If he tried on his own, would that be the next thing that got caged up?
His thoughts obsessed over the various weird ways he could get off. What could he rub, what could he hump, could something small wiggle its way in through the belt? He found himself biting his thumb to numb the feelings with pain, and realized that he was just like the pink haired kid who self soothed with his long dick.
I'm turning into them, he realized in horror.
Ray led him to the salon to let him blow off some steam, however his visit was limited to twenty minutes to ensure his propriety. Once he was freed, he went to the edge of the conservatory and sat beside the glass barrier. His time outside was growing shorter and shorter, and he knew that it was because he was close to being unable to say no. Pretty soon he would be begging again. He punched the transparent wall in frustration.
"Again. You just don't learn do you?" said Vanitas from behind him.
Sora sighed. Of course his mate wouldn't waste this opportunity to taunt him. "What do you care anyway," he muttered.
"I don't," answered Vanitas. "But you're right about one thing you said before - this is fun. And it won't be if you're dead."
Sora looked down at his caged lap with a sigh. "The most messed up part is that you're probably the only person who would stop me if I tried. I can imagine it as a way of caring, even if its not real. I can pretend that you follow me around and annoy me because some part of you likes me."
"I definitely hate you," deadpanned Vanitas.
"It's not about you. It's my heart," said Sora. "All the stuff they put in me confuses me. Makes me think that if I did like you, this would be what it feels like. Thinking about you all the time, wanting to hear your voice. Waiting for you to touch me. Am I ever really going to know what it's like to have these feelings for real, or have they hurt me so much that its impossible now?"
Sora heard the sound of grass as Vanitas approached him. The other boy squatted down, and the next thing he knew, he was holding his hand. The shock of it made him jerk his head up and meet his gold eyes. His heart had to be playing tricks on him. He had to be getting twisted up, because in that moment, he thought that he saw understanding.
"I am going to make sure that you aren't confused," said Vanitas seriously.
"How are you going to do that?" asked Sora.
He was answered with a cold, grim smile. "When I'm done, you'll remember how much you hate me. And you will owe me."
The hand clutching his tightened in promise, and then released. Vanitas left him alone after that.
Ray came soon afterwards to bring him back to the flat. Sora felt like he was in a daze. Somehow, he got the feeling that he was in for a punishment.

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Things got worse after that.
The time for the soiree was growing close, which meant that Sora's preparation was ramped up. The dildo came back, the shots were tripled, and he was placed into a state of partial sensory deprivation with his legs and armed shackled to keep him from self-stimulating.
This was done by tying him to his egg-shaped bed every night. It had a hood that closed over him and blocked all sound, smell and light from entering. He could only hear his breathing and the sound of chains as he twitched against the silk sheets under him. His body was left naked so it could feel every last touch. It amplified his thoughts of wanting sex, and sometimes he found himself whispering Vanitas's name in the dark.
They wouldn't tell him what day the soiree would be, only that it would be 'soon' so he couldn't even count the days. Every time he was encapsulated in his bed, he became more and more terrified of how his mind was breaking; that he was going to turn into another lusty pet with no intelligence or will of their own. It was a fate that was just as bad as becoming a heartless or a nobody.
Since he caused a scandal by sleeping with Vanitas a second time without permission, Raoul refused to let him change mates so soon. If he pushed the matter of his preference, then the D-ring would be used against him. So Sora resigned himself to enduring the long, tortuous nights.
He closed his eyes tightly as Ray put him to bed and sealed him in; utterly alone with just his circling thoughts. His cheeks got wet with tears of despair, as if he had been buried alive in a coffin. When he opened his blurry eyes again, he drew in a sharp breath. Every inch of the underside of the bed's canopy was covered in red eyes. Angry ones, sad ones, gleeful ones -- and they were all staring at him. He began to scream, but one of the floods flattened against the ceiling dropped down to cover his mouth with its body.
His yells were muffled as he started to trash. He had to get Ray's attention. The unversed were going to kill him! More flood detached themselves from the walls and stretched to hold his arms and legs down to keep him still and quiet the rattling of the chains. In the silence that came, his heart pounded loudly and he wheezed through his nose. Was this how he was finally going to go down? Ambushed while he was in a sex starved state?
When the flood had him under control, another unversed peeled itself out of the darkness. It was lit up by all the red eyes, giving it a crimson cast. It was a mandrake with three sharp stalks sticking out of his head. Its expression was full of sympathy. Sora glared at it with contempt. Was this Vanitas's true emotions? He never wanted his pity!
The mandrake was likely to slit his throat and leave him a mess for the blondies to find. That was acceptable. Raoul could chew on the mystery of his death for the rest of his miserable life. Instead, the unversed folded its fronds down and laid them over his bare nipples.
No. No no nonononononono!!!! He now realized how Vanitas was going to clear his confusion.
NO! I do not want to have sex with your unversed!!!"
Sora started thrashing again, but the flood held firm. Another creature made its appearance, this one with a sad expression, as if it was resigned to what it had to do. It was a small blobmob with a jelly-like hat that had little colorful bubbles inside of it. He watched in horror as it sat on his crotch and lowered its top down.
I am not confused anymore! Sora tried to scream through the flood sealing his mouth. I really hate you!!
The blobmob started lifting its hat up and down, and the mandrake stroked his nipples. His spine arched as he was cock was push and pulled in the way that he needed it done. Sora's breathing deepened as he was fondled until his nipples hardened up. He was disgusted, but also turned on. The unversed were part of Vanitas, so in a way, he was here with him too. At least, that was how he preferred to think about it.
It was just another thing to lord over him, but having sex was better than being miserable without it, so he let Vanitas have his way - for now. The moment he stopped fighting it, it became truly pleasurable to be caressed and pumped to completion. Not a drop of his ejaculate escaped as the blobmob sucked it up and kept up its work. His semen became encapsulated in one of the colorful balls inside of it, and when it got too crowded, it simply divided into two.
As the night wore on, the inside of the bed became crowded with blobmobs as they continued to drain him dry. They drifted around with their sad faces and bloated bodies as they waited around for Sora to finish. The mandrake became exhausted and looked as if it had fallen asleep on his chest. When he thought that he couldn't cum anymore, the last blobomob drifted off his dick with a soft "pop". His member fell against his stomach, totally flaccid.
The flood released him, and he said a sleepy "sorry" to the unversed that had to work so hard. He was tired and ready to drift off, however another creature pushed its way through the crowd. It was a purple vile phial with a gleeful face. Sora tensed up because he couldn't picture what Vanitas wanted to do with that thing. His first thought was that it was slightly phallic shaped.
However, the vial phial did nothing more than tip over slightly and give a soft, bell-like chime. A warm light enveloped Sora, and he made a sound of joy. Once this was done, all the unversed vanished into the shadows.
He didn't know if it was cure or esuna, but he could feel that all the poison in his body was gone. After being in captivity for so long, he forgot what it was like to feel normal. For the first time, he sank into the silk sheets beneath him with a sense of happiness. His sleep was long and peaceful.

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Raoul had a problem.
That morning, when he checked his datapad, he found that Sora's hormone levels were normal. All the adjustments they made to properly dose him for the soiree did not register. His pet looked refreshed and rejuvenated. When he grilled his furniture over it, Ray swore that Sora had been properly prepped that night to make sure that he did not lose a single drop of his essence.
A quick inspection of the bed confirmed a complete and utter lack of evidence. He didn't know how his pet managed it, but it seemed that he had become impervious to the drugs.
"Cancel the soiree tonight," said Raoul tersely to Ray.
His furniture looked shocked. "You can still use the D-ring--"
"I didn't ask for your opinion," snapped Raoul. "Do as I say, now."
Ray scurried away to follow his orders.
It was rare that Raoul felt anger, but he could feel it simmering in his brain. First, he learned that his personal lab had been infiltrated and produced a counterfeit pet. Then, he discovered that the same pet managed to deactivate his PAM. Now he had to come to terms with the fact that an off-worlder of low intelligence was able to counteract some of his most potent aphrodisiacs.
This was not acceptable. Raoul had to put an end to Gideon's grandstanding. He would find a way to null that mating contract and get his answers by whatever means possible. It didn't matter if he had to rip those pets limb from limb to discover their secrets.
It was time to request an emergency meeting. This matter could not wait any longer.
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When Sora was allowed back into the pet salon, he saw it in a completely different light. Now that he wasn't so focused on himself, his senses stretched far and wide. The colors were brighter, he could read people better, and he found small joys the in pretty flowers and the occasional smiles of the other pets.
For once, he actively searched for Vanitas. He checked the pathways and the trees, and eventually found him in the usual spot by the glass barrier.
"Hey," he called over to him. "Is it safe to talk?"
Vanitas rolled his shoulder and turned to face Sora. He nodded upwards, and Sora could see that an unversed had flattened itself across the camera facing them. "Here to tell me that you had a good time?" he drawled.
Sora's expression turned a little more flat as he approached the other boy. "You could have used that spell on me from the beginning. I didn't need all those unversed."
"Yeah, I could have. But I didn't," said Vanitas with a unrepentant grin.
For a moment, Sora wanted to punch the guy's face, but then he remembered what he came here for. He let his bad feelings go with a soft exhale. "I wanted to say thank you. You helped me when I really needed it."
"Don't be sappy. I just wanted you to stop whining," said Vanitas.
"Whatever the reason, it's true that I owe you for it. So tell me what it is that you want. What can I do for you?" asked Sora sincerely.
Vanitas went uncharacteristically quiet as he seemed to consider it. "First, you have to survive what's coming to you."
Sora was taken aback by this. "What do you mean by that?"
"Blondies don't like their projects being messed with. You're in for a reckoning," said Vanitas. "If you manage to live through it, then I'll tell you what I want."
Sora supposed that he had a point. Even so, he hated that he had to wait to repay him for the modicum of kindness that he was shown. "I will then, so I can help you too."
"Who said I needed help?" snapped Vanitas.
"I know you're here because you want something," said Sora seriously. "I don't believe for a second that this is all just entertainment for you. Darkness or not, there's more to you than that. You're not just some mindless pet or a heart-eating shadow. You're annoying, and rude, and a big bully - and you've given more to me in my worse moments than anyone else on this world. What is it that you want from here? What are you getting from the blondies?"
"Put your dick in something too many times and it starts to think it knows you," lamented Vanitas with a cringe.
"I know you a little more than you think," said Sora plaintively. "You just don't remember."
"What difference does it make? It doesn't matter what world, what time, what old geezer, what weird blonde - no matter where you go, someone is using somebody," ranted Vanitas. "You're the same as the rest of them. You just want me to get you out of the shit you've stepped into."
"And what about you?" countered Sora. "What are you using me for?"
"You'll find out soon enough," said Vanitas darkly. He started making his exit; obviously done with the conversation.
"Just so you know!" Sora called after him. "Although I came really close, it turns out that I don't hate you."
Vanitas just groaned loudly.

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There was an air of annoyance as the blondies gathered in their meeting room. No one wanted to drop their duties to attend yet another emergency meeting. They grumbled their way into their throne-like chairs and tossed their long, flaxen hair with impatience.
When Gideon made his way into the room wearing his regalia, the others perked up with interest. If he was in attendance, then the entertainment was practically guaranteed.
Once again, Aisha Rosen was overseeing the conference. His cold gaze leveled on Raoul once everyone was seated. "A matter of great importance was brought to my attention. I will leave it to Raoul Am to explain."
Raoul leaned forwards and used the table to project what was on his datapad to a holographic display. A full body picture of a black-haired pet in uniform appeared over their heads; his stance proud and smirk in full three dimensional display. "This is not Sora," he said in preamble. "This is Vanitas. A pet that has belonged to Gideon for almost a year."
An excited murmur went through the blondies. Iason gave Raoul a sharp look that asked why he wasn't told about this sooner.
"My Sora is an outsider who tried to infiltrate Tanagura," continued Raoul. "Vanitas is registered as a pet who was created in Keeler Labs and trained in the academy prior to his service to Gideon. I have thoroughly reviewed my lab's work and personally conducted interviews at the academy. His record is a sham. His genetic data is not in the registry and no one remembers him. He is a sinker."
"Why has this not already been dealt with?" asked one of the blondies. "Was a meeting necessary?"
"It is impossible to deal with because Gideon refuses to allow an examination and interrogation of his pet," Raoul practically spat. "He hides behind Pet Law."
"Before anyone jumps to judgement," said Gideon with a superior air, "I would like to remind Raoul that Vanitas arrived with all of his paperwork intact. The error is the fault of his laboratory. My pet has been nothing but obedient from the moment he became mine. I never had a reason to believe that he is a sinker."
"He is not obedient," interrupted another blondie. This one was named Orphe Zavi, and he was an elegant man full of poise. Even the way he placed his datapad on the table had a practiced, cultured air. Another display joined the others, one of Vanitas thoroughly reaming Sora as they leaned against the barrier of the pet salon. "Raoul's furniture submitted a complaint that Vanitas removed Sora's chastity belt and coupled him without permission."
"They are a mated pair," said Gideon with exacerbation. "If you dangle a carrot in front of a stallion, what do you expect to happen? I have already punished him for this transgression."
"There is more," continued Orphe. He slid his finger across his datapad to rewind the recording, and the blondies watched as the picture suddenly vanished. "Both audio and visual feeds stopped functioning prior to this scandal. I have scrubbed all prior recordings and have confirmed that this phenomena has occurred several times before, and only during their meetings."
"Don't tell me that someone hacked your system again," said Gideon archly. "A mere furniture was able to bypass the protocols and set Iason's pet free last time. I recall his name - Daryl. How can you be sure that it is not happening a second time? How convenient to blame the pets when furniture are the ones not to be trusted."
Orphe's gaze sharpened at the accusation. "Daryl was disposed of. No other furniture exist with his skill set, and the protocols have changed."
"And yet, your camera orbs malfunction," countered Gideon. "Just like the issue with Raoul's lab, any security problems are on your end. Do not blame my pets for your mistakes."
This caused the voices in the room to murmur in uproar. Aisha had to shush them all with a wave of his hand. "I do not understand the issue here," he said coolly to Gideon. "This entire mess can be resolved with an examination and interrogation of your pet. Why do you refuse this?"
"Because I find it to be a great hypocrisy that other blondies use so called loopholes in Pet Law to subvert the order of Tanagura," declared Gideon imperiously. "For example - Iason's pet was unregistered and returned with a new pet ID, and yet he never debuts. Raoul's pet is a sinker and an outsider; he should have been disposed of immediately. Why do they get to keep their pets intact, and I do not?"
Iason's steely gaze turned to flints when Riki was brought in to this.
Aisha looked in Orphe's direction. "You are the arbiter of Pet Law. How do you interpret this dilemma?"
"I say that Gideon has a point. If we were to follow the laws precisely as they are written, then all three pets should be disposed of," answered Orphe.
Iason suddenly stood up from his seat. "I will speak to Jupiter personally. The law should be interpreted by the one that created it."
"You won't need to speak to Jupiter on my behalf," said Raoul. "I will take Sora out of the registry and treat him accordingly. As I should have done from the beginning."
"We had a plan," Iason reminded him.
"It will not work," said Raoul flatly. "He is now resistant to dosing. He will not fall to depravity. He has informed me that Vanitas has a bioweapon of his own. He may be the first of a clone army come to infiltrate Amoi. I will not allow this planet's order to fall into chaos."
"I will agree to follow Jupiter's interpretation," acquiesced Gideon, "whatever that may be. I eagerly look forwards to your report, Iason."
Iason didn't grace him with an answer. Instead, he left the meeting without another word.
Gideon sighed. There was no way that Jupiter would allow them to keep their loopholes. It meant that his time with Vanitas would come to an end soon. He had hoped to keep him for a few more months at least.
Oh well. There would always be another pet.

To be continued.
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