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They're essentially strangers. There's no reason for Ratio to be this... calm. Perhaps Kakavasha looks far too frail or lacks what Ratio looks for in a bed partner. Perhaps that's why the doctor doesn't possess the vigor previous clients had. Either way, it wasn't Ratio who suggested they lay together. It was Kakavasha, who felt there was much to gain from letting such an illustrious man have his way with him.
Handsome, smart and a position worth remembering. Kakavasha expects the ragdoll treatment but finds that being handled like he's royalty to be far more embarrassing. This time, it's Ratio who takes the lead. Days of Ratio picking up the trail of suggestive breadcrumbs Kakavasha had left guides them to a quiet night after a mundane day of fieldwork that left much to be desired.
In the accommodation they had been assigned, Kakavasha is brought to Ratio's room where he's slowly guided to bed. The doctor is calm in his pursuit, carding his fingers along the hem of Kakavasha work attire like he's unwrapping a present. A series of butterfly kisses render Kakavasha boneless, leaving him more vulnerable than the sight of all his clothes discarded at the foot of the bed.
Kakavasha isn't made to lay face first into the bed this time. He isn't pinned to the mattress but he still digs his nails into the satin stitched sheets for dear life. He tries to avert his gaze, trying to remain tethered to lucidity but the effort proves to be challenging. His mind starts to melt, losing its foundation and threatening to surrender itself to the velvet touches of Ratio's lips and hands wandering southwards.
'There's something wrong with me,' Kakavasha bites his lips and squeezes his thighs shut. Ratio had only just reached his naval but the wetness dripping from his pussy was excessive. Ratio presses on in his pursuit, nudging Kakavasha's legs apart and shushing his whines before plunging his tongue between the folds of his pussy.
'Oh Aeons,' is the last thing Kakavasha can clearly remember thinking before his mind crumbles into the throws of pleasure, dotted with spots of blue. He's far too lost — veins clear but his body ascending with the doctor's divine touch. Kakavasha doesn't recognise pleasure like this and he sheds tears that Ratio thumbs away.
"Such a pretty crier. You're being so good for me," Ratio holds him close. Any walls that hadn't already crumbled give way for the doctor to venture further in, letting him plant his seed in Kakavasha's core.
He's 'beginning to fulfil his mission's purpose,' Kakavasha thinks to himself beyond that fateful night. He archives the aching feeling occupying his thoughts, simply telling himself he's lacking in a pace Ratio had established for them.
Though in the subsequent days and weeks that follow, their 'trysts' grow in frequency and wither in secrecy. Kakavasha is beckoned into Ratio's embrace and the latter whispers something so peculiar, like forgotten ancient tongue, that carries Kakavasha's inhibitions into a far, forgotten corner.
The words themselves are elementary, but their meaning strung together make Kakavasha's lip quiver. He chastises himself, calling himself weak for wishing Ratio to mean it when the older man tells him he's been good, or that he's just so perfect for Ratio.
Worst of all, Ratio begins to hold him close and Kakavasha feels like he belongs. A hand around his waist or a palm on his back — the elephant in the room beyond their private quarters — is an unfamiliarity Kakavasha accepts.
Acts Kakavasha thought were reserved for the bedroom are brought beyond that boundary too, threatening them with the risk of getting caught. But Kakavasha's penchant to a risky gamble is a drug he can't deny and maybe Ratio is weak to Kakavasha shaking his ass in well fitted slacks.
His pants bunch around his ankles and he's pounded against the desk of a dusty room. Taking a manhood as hefty as Ratio's is no laughing matter, yet the sting he had previously dread had lewdly become something he looks forward to.
"Dear gambler," a name the kind doctor had coined for him. His pussy drools with webs of clear fluids, elated to have etched a space for himself in Ratio's mind.
Their mission will soon come to an end, and Kakavasha wonders how he can tastefully tell Ratio that the door is always open for a pleasurable time. The doctor has been rougher in his pursuits, perhaps finally deeming he's built Kakavasha up enough to break him a little. His words are as addictive as ever, even if a little possessive.
Kakavasha doesn't mind. He's used to words like these. Men like to own, and Kakavasha is used to belonging — in some wretched sense. Nothing bothers Kakavasha too much. The mission has gone swimmingly and he's earned enough merit to feel he's gained something substantial.
Though on the night before their departure, something strikes him as odd. Ratio's breath is becoming haggered and he glaring daggers, boring into Kakavasha's skull. Kakavasha is pinned to the bed this time, taking Ratio's unpredictable thrusts.
"I've always wondered how you were before we met," Ratio suddenly confesses but he doesn't slow down. "And ah... you're still irresistible. All this brown-nosing and impish bravado… So eager to please and so, so obedient."
Kakavasha blinks, forgetting how to breathe for a few seconds to long and choking on a gasp when Ratio hits a sweet spot just right.
'Huh?' Kakavasha tries to think. He doesn't want to come off as slow in front of the good doctor. He needs to think, but the mass plunging into his body threatens to rupture his core. He can't think properly. His body is too used to a pace he thought was already rough.
"My love, my love," Ratio's voice cracks. It's never wavered like this before. It's raspy, brought up by an octave when he addresses Kakavasha as his lover.
"You hadn't spoken to me in weeks. I suppose I've really upset you. You wouldn't talk to me and I... I just got so curious..." Ratio's fists tighten into a bruising grip around Kakavasha's wrists. His smile is unnerving, so unlike the stoic doctor Kakavasha thinks he knows.
Ratio recounts a narrative foreign to Kakavasha. They… have never met in person before this mission, let alone shared a life together. But Ratio's ramble is not meant to be contested. Kakavasha has no chance to.
Every little spot he's shown to be sensitive at are attacked — nipped and driven into with no chance of rebuttal. His toes curl and his hips are ground into the mattress chokingly.
"Maybe you were being vague on purpose... to stimulate my curiosity of a you before we met. You'd do that, wouldn't you? The cunning Aventurine of Strategems… always teasing me to bait me into ruins."
Kakavasha doesn't understand. He's told a tale of a stranger and he's sees himself in the whirling eyes of a man he carelessly got comfortable with. He's made a mistake. He's getting scared. He's terrified. His lips can't articulate the word stop. He's laid bare on the cutting board for Ratio to strike his cleaver down.
"Hah... Dear rookie, could I take you back with me?" Ratio is looking at him. Really looking at him this time. Kakavasha chokes up. This is not the first time the doctor has looked at him, yet he's been rattled into thinking this is the first time he's being seen.
Kakavasha is the rookie. Not 'dear gambler', not even 'Kakavasha'. Tears spill from his eyes and it's too late to hold them back. Ratio thoroughly enjoys the sight.
"Such a pretty crier," Ratio croaks a familiar line. He must love the sight of that. His hips buck and piston harder into Kakavasha, savouring his warm embrace and knowing this won't be the last.
"This experiment has been an overwhelming success... I could import you back to my world… and I'd have both of you to call mine. Hah.. Haha…" Ratio breaks into laughter — sick and drunk on the victory he's made for himself.
"Dozens of simulations… Countless extrapolations… And I've finally created the perfect you. I've already created the perfect body for you. You'll wake in the vessel I had crafted for you."
Kakavasha thrashes but neither his agitation nor tears move Ratio. And even through the doctor's hands free Kakavasha's wrists, the latter is held in place with a watertight grip on his waist.
"Please-" Ratio croons. "Please, please. Won't you be mine too? Let me take you home. Be apart of my life. Your original counterpart… My dear gambler… He'll be very cross with me…"
"Too- deep-!" Kakavasha manages to choke out. Flailing hands catch on Ratio's forearms, scratching red lines down their expanse. He's curling into himself, holding off from an orgasm Ratio would take pleasure in.
"Oh, but surely he'll forgive me. Because he loves me. He loves me so deeply and he won't stay away for too long."
Ratio is still looking deep into the rookie's eyes. His grin is pure evil and he knows so much about Kakavasha that even the blond doesn't know about himself.
"Dear rookie," Ratio's thumbs splay over Kakavasha's womb. "You can hate me. I won't mind at all. But let me spell it out for you: you love me too. Very deeply, even if you don't recognise it."
"No-" But Kakavasha can't speak for much longer. Ratio is pressing down on his bladder and it's as if his walls swell to suffocate Ratio's cock relentlessly plunging into him.
"You fell in love with the safety I brought you, and you'll fall in love with the home I'll give you. Just us three. I'd always have you, both of you, whenever I desire. How perfect."
Ratio's ramble comes to a close to focus on their high. Kakavasha may not understand now, but he will eventually and he'll be grateful. His squirming beneath Ratio and the roll of his eyes helps the older man time his release.
With a harsh flick of Kakavasha's clit, the blond spasms. His lips part and his tongue juts out, spraying a hot stream towards Ratio's pubis that intensifies when the doctor pulls out. His length is not spared from Kakavasha's gushing and ropes of thick white cum erupt from his cock.
It's messy, gross and humidly warm. Kakavasha lies boneless as he rides out his orgasm with minimal awareness of what happens around him. The world around him flashes pixels of blue and it gradually overtakes his vision.
Ratio scoops Kakavasha into his arms, cradling his perfect creation. "You'll wake in the real world soon, my love. It won't be long at all."
Somewhere beyond a screen and the paraphernalia of electronics and a single heart monitor, Veritas awakes. He hasn't been asleep for very long at all. Just a few days at best. Though his muscles ache from stiffness, his mind is fresh and his spirits soar.
[Kakavasha — Rookie]
The progress bar sits at a hundred percent. In the pod next to Ratio's, a new lover slumbers. He bears a full resemblance to Aventurine.
Suddenly, a series of bangs resound in the room. The heavily locked door keeps the unexpected visitor out.
"Veritas! Open up!" A beloved voice bellows from the other side of the door.
Oh…? Oh? Veritas breaks into smile again. Though ill-timed, this couldn't be more perfect.
"Okay, I get it! I was wrong for ignoring you all this time. So-" Aventurine stops banging the door. His voice softens. "So stop ignoring me too… You haven't left your lab for a week… I'm wor-"
The door abruptly unlocks and swings open. Aventurine is engulfed in a crushing embrace that drags him into the darkness of Ratio's lab. The door shuts behind them. The world beyond and its ethics fails to matter in this room.
"Veri...tas...?" Aventurine's freezes. There's many things he notices. And all of it unsettles him. But he's forced to perceive all that presents itself in his peripheral.
"Kakavasha…" Ratio's nails rake on Aventurine's back and claw at his scalp.
Of two pods, Aventurine can't take his eyes off the unopened one. The name on the screen punctures him with a sinking feeling. There's something in there, and he dreads to find out what.
"What have you done?" Aventurine whispers.
Ratio does not answer his question. But he does pull away to cup Aventurine's cheeks. The stoneheart winces. He falters at the harrowing sight of Ratio's sunken cheeks.
"I have someone very special I'd like you to meet."