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A/N: The Aventurine/Sugilite brain rot is real. Those that don’t know me, I’m a dark fanfic writer and I am -extremely- passionate about it. This is my first story for HSR fandom. Consider this disclaimer and the tags your last chance to turn back now if dark fics bother you. More tags will be added as the story progresses. 

“You don’t have to do this.” The boy’s voice was surprisingly steady as he was held down on the floor by two other slaves. He was already thin and malnourished, as much as he wanted to fight, their added body weight held him down fast. They had turned his head to the side to expose his neck. He was the last to be marked. Maybe some might have called it luck that he was the last living Avgin to be found by this man instead of killed. The boy might have even called it divine intervention given what his sister had once told him, he didn’t think he could agree given the amount of pain The Mother Goddess Giathra had subjected him to.  

His Master, a burly middle-aged man with cold green eyes and red hair, stared down at the exposed neck. In his arm a branding iron to mark his property. The plea fell on deaf ears as he raised the iron up.  “Let’s see if you are worth the 60 tanbas spent on you, number 35.”

A number, that’s all he had been good for. He had a name but it hardly mattered. No one here would remember it or acknowledge it. Out of the corner of his eyes he watched the brand come closer to his skin. The heat emanating off of it had him try once more. “I can offer you more than the amount that you spent on me if you just give me a chance.” 

That only made his Master laugh. “You give your worth too much credit. You are the last of your kind, clearly you are barely worth the air you are breathing.” With those words being said he pressed the brand to the Avgin’s neck listening to the boy scream. The scent of burnt flesh wafted into his nose. Finally the last of his slaves were accounted for and he placed the brand iron in cold water to douse the heat from it. Though the boy was still writhing on the floor, his Master didn't spare him a glance. There was much to prepare for in the coming days and he needed to be sure that his next venture proceeded without a hitch. 

The boy was left on his own. Though he shared a cell with the other slaves, he tried to look inconspicuous by huddling in a corner. Though young, he wasn't spared from the older slaves' cruel words. He had been told on several occasions that he was a ‘pretty boy’ and threatened. There was a pecking order within the slave hierarchy, and he was at the bottom of it. He had escaped the Katican's genocide, though he lamanted being sold into slavery wasn't an improvement. More luck from HER he supposed.  Every so often the boy saw well dressed visitors come down and inspect the slaves. Several had taken an interest in him. Inspecting him like a prized winning dog, taking in his measure. 

“He looks strong enough.” 

“I like the look in his eyes.” 

“A bit lanky, but he should win.” 

The comments were confusing and the boy only kept his head low, letting the patrons conduct their inspection. It wasn't until a week later that he learned the horrible truth about why those people were coming when his Master had spoken to all of them. 

“You've all been bought to take part in a grand tournament. The rules are simple: you have to be the last one standing and you keep your life.” 

An uneasy silence passed through all of the 35 slaves. Each of them marked, each of them from various walks of life in the universe. Bound together by circumstance, now the relationship they might have forged with each other would all be for nothing now that they had to kill each other.

The Master was grinning as he held out a vial containing a liquid substance. The Lupitoxin was scentless, though the effects of the pheromone was instantaneous to the slaves in the cell. 

The boy's heart started to race, his pupils dilated, and there was a sense of absolute fear within him. He began to wonder if he would die here, if in his death he would see his family again, if he would be forgotten. His thoughts spiraled and he could hear the screams and despair from the other slaves affected it. 

Their Master was pleased, “Something to motivate you to fight.” He mused before moving to then next cell and administering the drug.  Once the man was done, each slave was cuffed in heavy metal hand chains. The cuffs were connected to a collar around their neck before being loaded into the waiting vans that would take them to the Black Market. 

As the boy's cell was being emptied, he noticed that his Master had him stay as his cell mates were loaded. The man looked at the boy hard before walking over to him. The fear that he had was enough to cause the slave to shake as he made a pathetic sound in the back of his throat. 

“You are the prized favorite to win, Number 35.” As he said that, he reached behind his back pulling out a flask. Before the boy could react, the Master forced the contents of it down the boy’s throat. He could feel pellets sliding down his throat. In an instant, the overwhelming sense of fear and despair he had vanished. The boy looked at the Master with a questioning gaze as the man spoke. “You are considered a lucky charm. There is a lot at stake in this little tournament and a lot of credits are riding on you to win. See, you are mine now, and that luck you supposedly have is going to rub off on me and make me rich.” He leaned down meeting the boy's eyes. “You better not disappoint me.” 

The boy didn't know what to say as he was shoved out the cell. The ride to their final destination was agonizing. Though he was of sound mind, he watched as whatever substance that the Master gave the slaves raked through them. The intense fear caused many of them to whimper and cry out. 

“We are all going to die!” 

“I don't want to die!” 

Hysterical laughter that broke into broken sobs could be heard. The boy huddled against the corner not saying a word to anyone. When at last the van stopped, the slaves were matched into an arena. Makeshift wooden pillars were set around various points. The boy didn't understand why such structures were included, but it was clear, they were deliberately set. There were already spectators gathered that cheered and applauded as their newest form of entertainment was brought to them. 

The boy's chest was pounding. He could see bloodstains on the floor likely from a previous fight. He was at a disadvantage. He was young, barely hitting his eighthteenth year in the universe. Some of the other slaves by contrast were more developed, their muscles peaking through the rags they wore, and knuckles gnarled with doing hard labor. The disparity between the combatants was clear from the start. Yet even with that, he could swear he heard people in the crowd cheering for him. 

“There is that boy! Win for me Avgin!” 

It had been a while since he had been referred to by his clan name. In the mouth of these people it sounded like a derogatory word. His Master peaked up from the stands overlooking the pit. He raised his hand before speaking. “Begin! If you lot don’t fight yourselves, each of you will get a bullet in the head.” 

All of the slaves looked at each other in horror. For a few tense moments none of them moved. That was until the Master took aim at one of the slaves with a gun and shot him square in the head. Brain matter splattered on two slaves as they watched the body drop to the floor. That was enough to ignite their fear as several slaves started to punch each other while others used the wooden pillars to hide. Chaos erupted in the small arena as fear turned into desperation as the slaves fought not just to stay alive, but to combat the ever increasing fear that hadn't left them.

The boy managed to slip away from the main center where the slaves were fighting. The metal chains that were used to keep them from escaping now acted as weapons as the slaves used it to strike at each other. Visions of the war with the Katican's came flooding back to him. Of babies being bludgeoned to death, of mothers being cut in two as they tried to run away. But for the boy, there was nowhere to go as his back hit the back of a wooden pillar. He heard the pained screams of slaves dying, being literally beaten to death. He was not meant for fighting. The boy's legs were shaking as a slave, stumbling into his line of sight. They stared at each other before tears filled the other slave's face before lunging at the boy. 

They tumbled to the ground, the older slave collapsing on top of him. 

“You have to fight.” His inner voice told the boy. He reacted on instinct. Grabbing his chain between his fingers before smashing it against the other slave's face. The other slave’s mouth exploded in a stream of blood as he groaned. The momentary distraction was enough for the boy to slip from under the man. A foot came out to kick the slave in the face scrambling away from his attacker. 

There was no time to catch his breath as the boy came face to face with another slave. Like a wild animal he threw his hands out, scratching and clawing at the boy's face. It was clear that this was no fighter which was a stroke of luck as the boy slammed his chain into the other's hand. He heard a scream as two fingers were broken, clearly bent in unnatural positions. “I'm sorry.” The boy thought to himself as he launched himself on the man using his chain to press it into the other's throat. 

He was crying as he watched the slave struggle to breathe, his movements becoming still as the color in his face turned blue. “It's either them, or you.” His inner voice kept telling him. It wasn't right, he knew he couldn't die here,and yet the only thing that he could do is press on much to the glee from the patrons behind the stands. 

He fought when a slave came close, and behind the pillars when he was outmanuvered. He was like a complex game of cat and mouse as the slaves left used the pillars to their advantage to hide or ambush each other.  

Everything started to move in slow motion as one slave fell to one another. Eventually it was the boy and one other contender left. Caked in blood, sweat, and tears, they stared at each other in exhaustion. Every fiber of their being was screaming to stop, but they knew that they couldn't, not until the other died. It was the other fighter that moved first, a sloppy right hook aimed at the boy's face. He dodged it, using the chain to trap the wrist determined to break the slave's wrist. He didn't get the chance to apply pressure before a kick was sent in the boy's stomach. 

He gasped as his grip slipped and he kneeled on the ground. He could feel his hair being taken before it was smashed into the ground. Once, twice, three times. The boy could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. 

“I'm going to die here… ” He spoke brokenly. 

“Will you really end it all here?” 

“No… I can't. I won't .” 

“Then fight!” 

The boy took in a deep breath as his head was smashed against the ground again. “All… or nothing.” He made his move reaching out to grab the slave's ankle and knock him off balance. His plan worked as the slave was toppled over. The boy straddled the other slave’s hips before reaching for the man's eyes. His thumbs coldly pressed against the eyeball feeling fluid coat his fingertips. It wasn't enough, the man's screaming was too much, he had to end it. He applied more pressure, he could feel the eyeballs collapse from the foreign weight, blood splattered across the boy's face. The body below him quieted and when it dawned on him that he had done, the boy collapsed on his side to the sounds of cheers and whistles. 

There was nothing honorable about this, and he blacked out as the last of the strength left him. 

If there was one thing that Sugilite craved, it was sampling the finer things that life had to offer. The universe was vast, the planets uncounted. He had made it a personal goal to eat every delicacy that he could get his hands on. Only the finest cuisine deserved to be given his attention. It helped that his pockets were deep. Being one of the Stonehearts had its perks, as did being a member of the IPC. For once though, Sugilite’s status wouldn’t give him any type of advantage. No, if anything the more anonymous he was, it kept his current cost down and he’d need it in a place like this. 

The invitation to the underground club was for those that had… particular tastes. A black market would be a tame way of presenting it, but that hardly scratched the surface of what anyone could walk out with in this place. That was precisely why it appealed to Sugilite. It started off innocuously as obtaining rare ingredients for his dishes. When his cooks had sated his appetite, it only grew to sample the rarest of the rare. Endangered species be damned, morality took a back seat, the taboo was considered common to him. If he could pay for it, it was subject to his whims. 

It was on one of these excursions he happened to pass by an area he rarely paid attention to unless it piqued his fancy: the slave auctions. Occasionally he'd rent one of the harem slaves for his own deviant pleasure. The universe certainly had enough pretty faces worthy of laying with him. Buying pleasure was less time consuming than courting a lover and the stock available was pleasing to the eye.  

He overheard a few clients waiting for the auction. 

“Did you hear? I heard they managed to get a Sigonian, an Avgin variety.” 

“I thought those things were supposed to be exterminated?” 

“Apparently this one survived.” The onlooker licked his lips suggestively. “How I do like them rare.” 

A Sigonian? Sugilite mentally tried to recall why that name stuck out to him. He remembered hearing about some sort of massacre. Of Oswaldo gleefully laughing when two tribes were killing each other and a distress signal was picked up by their intelligence committee. The details of that day all came flooding back to Sugilite as he absentmindedly listened to the briefing. Two savage tribes were at each other's throats, the Katicans and the Avgin. Oswaldo was supposed to support the Avgin because of the bloodthirsty nature of the Katicans, but he instructed his subordinates to stand down leading to the extinction of the Avgin… apparently all but one. 

“Have you seen what it looks like?” One of the onlookers asked the other. 

“Not yet, this is to be his debut.”

“Oh but I have.” Another chimed in. “He's got enchanting eyes. A bit lanky but he should do well.” 

“You bet on him to win?” 

“Oh yes, he is considered a lucky charm. Out of all the combatants, he is bound to win.” 

Laughter erupted from the small group. “My bet is on number 14. He's way better built than that scrawny Avgin. Just wait, you'll be the one that's owing me money.”  

So very few had seen what it looked like. Sugilite couldn’t help but let his curiosity get the better of him. His footsteps took him into the auction area. A few slaves were already primed to be sold off. Dressed in ornamental silks and jewelry. There was little left to the imagination the way the garments gave way to skin. Sugilite appreciated them, but it wasn’t quite what he was looking for as his gaze swept over the area trying to pinpoint the Avgin. It was nowhere to be found. Apparently the owner knew what he was dealing with, hiding the creature to the very last moment when it would benefit him. 

Sugilite was both amused and annoyed. He wished to see the Avgin before going about his business but it seemed he would have to stay for the auction to get a glimpse of the creature. Resigning himself, he took a seat in one of the luxury seats that overlooked the main area. On the seat was a bidding sign with his seat number. He grabbed the sign before contemplating on using the thing tonight. If this Avgin proved to be unremarkable, he supposed he could have indulged. There were other slaves here that were pleasing on the eyes after all. Sugilite turned his attention to the stage. The auctioneer and auditor were already at their given positions.  Glancing around, the seats around him were packed more than usual. 

Apparently word traveled fast, and just by listening around him he could tell that everyone was watching and waiting just to get a glance at the Avgin. It wasn't until the end of the auction that Sugilite understood why no one had seen the Sigonian. An announcement crackled on the loudspeaker. 

“Come one, come all to view a battle royale in our combat arena! We have gathered 35 slaves from various planets to fight to the death. Place your bets and gather around the arena to see the match that features the exotic Avgin from Sigonia.” 

It was surprising to Sugilite that such a rare creature was put into a fighting pit, but apparently the enthusiasm from those that heard the announcement was hard to overlook. The Stoneheart clicked his tongue as he headed to the arena. 

The slaves were being herded into the arena by the time that Sugilite had taken his seat. 

“That's him? The Avgin?” An onlooker asked. 

“Yes, the boy with the blonde hair and bi-colored eyes.” 

Sugilite's gaze moved in the boy's direction. What the Stoneheart was expecting was a harem-like slave, adorned in silks and gold with only the expensive of decorations strewn about his body, but this… this was something entirely new. The boy was in rags, the clothing two sizes too big for his thin form. While bones hardly protruded from his frame, it was clear that he was getting only the barest of nutrition. Enough to keep his body from shutting down completely on him but would inhibit his growth and development. Nevertheless, there was something that gave the Stoneheart pause as he looked in those eyes. 

An older gentleman overlooked the slaves as a smile pulled on his face. “Begin!” He commanded the slaves. The Master no doubt, and that became apparent when he put a bullet in one of their heads to entice them to fight each other. Sugilite didn't take his eyes off the Avgin as he fought for his life and started to find something inside of him stirred as the combatants fell one by one.

In the end, it was the Avgin that had won by the end of the bout. Sugilite turned his gaze on the unconscious body. The owner of the boy was ecstatic, apparently having wagered heavily on the wins. It wouldn't have surprised the Stoneheart that the man had just become a millionaire. Various onlookers surrounded the Master as they gave him congratulations as two staff members went to fetch the Avgin. 

“Are you willing to sell him?” One onlooker asked. 

The Master shook his head. “Forgive me, but that boy is not for sale. He cost me a lot of money to buy.” A lie, but no one needed to know that given how rich the slave had made him. 

Sugilite came over to the Master as he spoke. “A fine specimen indeed. I'm wondering if you have given any thought about loaning him out?” 

The Master looked at the Stoneheart. “Loaning him?” 

“He is easy on the eyes.” Sugilite explained. “Perhaps you would make more credits if you considered that avenue for him instead of blood sports? I have to say, I would have been disappointed if someone marked his pretty face.” 

The others around the Stoneheart agreed. An older, heavy set man came up then. “Is he a virgin?” 

The Master seemed taken aback by the question as he glanced back at the boy. “I cannot say for sure, but I don't believe anyone has touched him.” The moment he said that, several eyes looked at him with a predatory glint. 

“I'll give you 5,000 credits to loan him to me.”

“15,000!” 

“25,000!” Another shouted. 

Eventually, the Master was inundated with offers from several onlookers, though Sugilite remained silent as the number slowly rose. “One million credits.” 

A silence passed over the crowd as all eyes turned to the Stoneheart. Though there had been many offers, it seemed that his had hit the mark silencing all of the low ballers and making the ones with funds think twice. 

The Master grinned from ear to ear. “Looks like we have the highest bidder.” 

Sugilite smiled then. “Of course. I imagine there are some things we need to iron out first?” 

“Yes, of course, let's chat a bit, sir.” 

The boy's eyes slowly opened. He was on the floor, but something was different about it. It wasn't the cell that his Master had acquainted him with. The flooring was white marble, clean and free of imperfection. He pulled himself into a sitting position before looking around. It dawned on him he was in a room, and by the look of it, one that had been extravagantly furnished. A bed that could fit well over five people was covered in a white silk comforter and plush pillows. As much as sleeping on it appealed to him, it was the door in the corner of the room that had him pulling his feet to it. A few tests of turning the knob and the boy surmised that it was locked from the outside. Meaning that whoever had put him in this room wanted him to stay here. 

A sigh left his lips. One cage to be freed from, only to be put in another. He didn't think his current Master would have such a change of heart to give him these luxuries and was immediately suspicious as he took in the sight of the room.  There was a sofa that looked just as soft as the bed, a table with two chairs, a nightstand, and security cameras that were visible from the ceiling that covered every corner of the room. He shivered knowing that he was being watched. 

As he moved closer to the table, he realized there was something in the center of it. A single red apple. His stomach growled when it remembered that he hadn't eaten in some time. It was a temptation, but his instincts told him that it might be a trap. Reluctantly, he left it where it was before going into another doorway that was off to the side.

Inside, the boy discovered a bathroom with an oversized tub. On the sink was a set of clothing. A simple set  of gray cotton shirt with pants and underwear. There was also a rag and towel with soap laid out. It was too good to be true. Much like the apple, he was suspicious of the seemingly free ‘gifts’ he was being given. He touched none of it as he retreated to the main room. 

Though he had just woken up, the boy still felt exhausted. His mind kept flashing back to the slaves he had killed in the fight. He didn't know them, yet he took their lives all the same. He glanced down at his blood stained rags and swallowed down the bile threatening to spill out of his stomach. There was a reason that he survived. Even if it was HER blessing, he couldn't fall to pieces now.  

Tentative steps took him to the bed. He knew he hardly deserved to sleep on it, but his eyes felt heavy. Curling on the edge of the bed, he kept his body trained on the locked door in case someone came in. Eventually, stress and exhaustion won out as his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.  

Sugilite was impatient as he left the IPC meeting. His prize had been delivered to his home, and he was eager to play with the Avgin. On his cameras, he could keep track of the boy's movements and was pleased when he had woken up. It seemed that he hadn't eaten the apple or tried on his new clothing, but those things could be corrected when he met the boy in person. For the time being, he'd at least give him some dignity. Sprinting off home, he made a beeline to the Avgin's room. When he opened the door, the boy was still fast asleep and didn't so much as stir when he entered the room. 

Pleased, Sugilite took a seat on the sofa silently admiring his new toy. It was clear he hadn't bathed himself, but even with the appearance of dirt and grime, the Stoneheart could appreciate the soft features of the boy. Truly his Master had no idea what a gold mine he had landed. 

The boy's dreams were filled with the faces of the slaves he had fought. He could see himself killing each one of them, their blood pooling around his feet as their lifeless gaze met his own eyes. He woke up with a cold sweat, sitting up in bed as he tried to control his breathing. 

“Ah… you are up.” 

The voice caused the boy to look to the side and saw someone sitting on the sofa that was previously empty. Surprised, he brought up the sheets to his body as he eyed the man. He was dark skinned with white hair and had a lithe frame clothed in what appeared to be a custom-made three-piece suit. Though he was perfectly relaxed, something was wrong. There was a coldness in his violet eyes that had the boy's heart skip a beat. “W-who… are you?” His voice warbled out.  

Sugilite’s head tilted to the side as he heard that. “Hmm, well let's just call me your temporary Master for the time being. You've been sold to me for a week.” 

Hearing that should have made the boy feel better, but it didn't. His gaze diverted to the floor not sure what this man would want out of him. 

“What is your name, Avgin?” 

Hearing his species made the boy flinch but he answered if only to avoid the wrath of the man. “Number… 35.” 

Sugilite hummed when he heard that. “Ah yes, your number. I suppose it isn't surprising that your Master never gave you a proper name before. Tell me, what is your name in your mother tongue?” 

The boy swallowed as he recalled such memories. “K-kakavasha.” 

Sugilite committed the name to memory before standing. “Well then, Kakavasha… it's a pleasure to meet you.” He walked over to the boy with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “As long as you are a good boy, your stay here shall be a pleasant one. Disobey, and well… I guess I'll have to just teach you how to behave.” 

Kakavasha found himself moving to the opposite side of the bed as the Stoneheart approached him. 

“Why do you draw away?” The man asked, his violet gaze meeting the boy's. “You've been given a fresh set of clothing… a soft bed, even a bit of food. Though I see you've touched none of my gifts.” 

There was a reason for that, and now he was glad he hadn't touched anything, despite the temptation that it presented. Though he knew it could cost him, the boy had to know what he was dealing with. “What do you really want?” Kakavasha asked abruptly. 

Sugilite chuckled. Apparently this boy was a lot more intelligent than he was given credit for. Here he thought he'd have a broken toy to play with. He dared reach for the Avgin's cheek, stroking it  gently. “I want you… and I have you.” 

The boy's eyes widened. He might have been young, but the man's intentions were crystal clear. His own instincts kicked in as he withdrew abruptly. Before he could make it off the bed, he felt his ankle being grabbed and pulled closer to the man. 

“Now that isn't nice.” Sugilite mused. “I thought we could do this the easy way, but now look at what you've done.” He tisked before dragging the boy off the bed. His free hand went to his cell phone pressing a button on it. It was a minute later before two muscled servants walked into the room with chains. “Since you didn't bother to shower, let's get you cleaned up. I can't sample you when you are filthy like this.” 

The two men said nothing as they grabbed the Avgin by the collar, forcing him into the bathroom. One of them ripped what remained of his rags away while the other drew water in the tub. The boy didn't have a chance to feel embarrassed when they threw him in the tub, one of the grunts holding him by the wrist while he was scrubbed down the other. Each action was impassive and deliberate as they cleaned every inch of the boy, ignoring his protests of discomfort. 

When the pair deemed him clean enough, he was washed down with fresh water before being marched nude back to the main room. 

Sugilite was waiting, gaze admiring his prize now that he got a full unfettered view. “That will do nicely.” He mused motioning to the table. While the slave was being scrubbed down he had taken it upon himself to get shackles. Each one was anchored to the leg of the table which Kakavasha was taken to. Laying on his back, each of the boy’s limbs were bound in the shackles forcing him to be pinned awkwardly to the table. Though his gaze was forced to stare at the ceiling, the boy tried to keep his gaze on where Sugilite was. 

“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.” The Stoneheart mused pleased with how the boy looked. “You will make the perfect plate for my meal tonight.” He replied before looking at the grunts. “Have the cook bring me my dinner here.” 

“Yes, sir,.” One of them said before abruptly leaving to relay the message. 

Kakavasha's heart was beating wildly in his chest as he squirmed on the table. The backward position he was in prevented him from doing much but tiring himself out. 

The Stoneheart ran his hand over the thin clothing he had given the boy. “Perhaps it would have been better if I had left you naked, but how was I supposed to encourage you to take a proper shower?” He mused more to himself. “Nevermind, I doubt you will need your clothing much when I visit you.” 

The way that Sugilite spoke had Kakavasha's face flush several shades of red. “Don't touch me!” He shouted frantically pulling on his chains again. 

If anything, that only made the Stoneheart chuckle. “Oh, you will be fun.” He said as his fingers dipped under the boy's clothing, deliberately touching him despite the protests. 

In the end, Kakavasha found himself gasping softly. The feeling was unwanted and highly invasive as those foreign hands moved over his hips and dipped into his underwear. He cried out feeling his cock being grabbed and roughly felt up. 

Sugilite was deliberate, making sure that the boy grew accustomed to his touch as he took note on what parts of the body Kakavasha was sensitive to. It would make it fun later to press those buttons. As he continued to toy with the boy, a cook came into the room with a dinner cart. “Ahh, looks like it's time to eat.” 

On the cart were various utensils including a steak knife, scalpel, fork, and spoon. He reached for the knife before slicing the boy's clothing in half, exposing him. The man seemed pleased by the display, he was like a wild bird, chained and put on full display. 

Kakavasha closed his eyes feeling a draft hit him. He had never been naked before a stranger before and he could only feel shame knowing his body was being turned on by the way the other man was touching him. 

“Now then… let's have dinner shall we?” He mused before he motioned the cook to continue.

As if what she was seeing was normal, the cook opened the cart revealing a rare cooked venison. The steak was placed over the Avgin's stomach. 

When the boy was “plated”, Sugilite dismissed the cook and grunt before looking at his ‘meal’. He reached for the scalpel and a fork before settling down in a seat and looking at the boy. “Dinner is served.” He said with a wink. He brought up his utensils slicing into a piece of the venison. The blade sliced into Kakavasha’s stomach causing the Avgin to wince. Blood seeped out of the wound before Sugilite dipped the steak slice in the crimson liquid. Without the least bit of hesitation, the Stoneheart ate the morsel, noting the sweet tangy flavors mixed with the Avgin’s blood. “Truly a morsel to enjoy.” He continued his meal, purposely cutting into Kakavasha’s skin. By the time his meal was over, the boy was covered in ribbons of blood trailing off of the table. Tears were leaking out of the corner of the boy’s eyes, something that only found to make the Avgin beautiful as he stared in marvel at his masterpiece. 

The Stoneheart was unable to hold himself back. Hastily, he unshackled the boy, half dragging him and threw him on the bed. “What a pity.” He admonished as he stared at the trails of blood staining the table. “You’ve gone and made a mess. You are just asking me to punish you aren’t you?” 

“This man is insane” . Kakavasha thought to himself, bringing a hand to his stomach. The wounds weren’t deep, but they wouldn’t stop bleeding. Maybe if he was lucky he’d pass out, he knew that look anywhere and this man was about to bring him further harm. His instincts were correct when Sugilite grabbed a fistful of his blonde locks, shoving his head down on the mattress. His mouth and nose were covered in the sheets and Kakavasha struggled to breathe. He made a pitiful sound trying to push up with his elbows to get oxygen but the moment he made a bid for freedom, Sugilite’s body weight pulled him back into the bed. His lungs were screaming for air that wouldn’t come. Kakavasha’s body felt ten times heavy as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. The moment that he’d thought he’d be free from his torment, Sugilite relaxed his grip. His lungs greedily gasped for air, the dark spots behind his eyes becoming clearer. He was still alive, still conscious. Before he could marvel at his misfortune, Sugilite pressed his face down again repeating his torment. Kakavasha lost track of how many times he was suffocated and revived. 

By the end of it all, he was as limp as a doll before Sugilite turned him over on his back staring at those soulless eyes. “Such a pretty thing you are.” He replied in a sickeningly sing-song voice. 

Kakavasha said nothing. His staccato breathing was the only thing that he was able to register as Sugilite finally parted from him enough to remove the rest of his clothing. Once bare, he couldn’t help but roll his cock in the boy’s blood, slicking himself up with a grin. “A bit less refined than spit, but I think you will get used to such lubricants, Avgin.” 

The Stoneheart grabbed Kakavasha’s hips, digging his fingernails into the flesh. There was no warning given or any other preparations before he forced himself inside of the slave. A scream ripped from the boy’s mouth from the intrusion. His muscles had stretched, but it was too sudden and being filled only made Kakavasha panic as he tried to pull himself away. 

Sugilite didn’t let him, his grip tightened to the point where he could feel blood leaking from where his fingernails had penetrated the skin. “Don’t be like that, boy.” The Stoneheart cooed, slamming his hips harder against his prize. “Enjoy yourself tonight.” 

Kakavasha could feel blood coming from his anus at the constant pushing and tearing of the muscles. It was obvious that he could not prevent what was happening to him, but that didn’t mean he had to give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing his agony. Turning his head to the side, he buried his tears into the silken sheets. All the while he prayed that he’d pass out. From his chest, to his stomach, now his anus were all oozing blood. The scent was enough to make him nauseous. All the while he presented himself as a bloodied tapestry that Sugilite admired. The Stoneheart was slicked up by the crimson liquid and able to easily ram himself into Kakavasha deeper. He couldn’t help but moan as he buried himself within the boy. He was such a good fuck and a part of him was envious he hadn’t found such a gem sooner. 

Sugilite’s cadence became more sporadic as he felt the coil within him tighten. He gave a soft moan as his seed spilled in Kakavasha. He grunted, collapsing on top of the slave. The boy didn’t respond to any of it, his gaze was transfixed to the wall refusing to look Sugilite in the eyes. Everything hurt too much, and he was upset that he was still conscious through it all. How long was he supposed to suffer like this? Could the gods not let him rest next to his people? As he contemplated his own misery, he felt Sugilite pull out causing another cry to part from his lips. 

The Stoneheart leaned down and kissed his tears streaming down his face. Just by the mess on the bed, he could tell that he had gotten carried away, but the tension he had been holding in had all but melted away. This boy… he did things to Sugilite. There were still five more days left in his contract, but he feared it would not be enough time. 

He would make do with the time he had left. He might have not been able to buy the boy, but there would be more opportunities to see the slave again. 

To say that Kakavasha was scarred by the time Sugilite had given him back would have been a gross understatement. The man didn’t want just sex with the boy, but he wanted to utterly humiliate him. He was coming to understand that turned on the Stoneheart more than the sex itself. At the end of the contract he was tossed back to his Master and marched back to his familiar cell. It was strange, normally there were others with him, but no more. The boy was truly by himself. 

The Master was smug as he looked at the boy. “Well, well, looks like my golden goose is ready for service.” His hand reached out to pet the boy's cheek. “How was your first client? Apparently you are easy on the eyes, there are many that are requesting you, Number 35.” 

Already Kakavasha's eyes widened in terror. There were more people that wanted him. All at once he wanted to scream, but not a sound was uttered as his hair was ruffled and his Master locked the door behind him. 

“Get some rest boy, you have a busy schedule.” 

Kakavasha was passed around to many men and women from that day forward. When one torment ended another began, though no one stuck out to him as much as the first man that had bought him. That man… he rented Kakavasha for days at a time, each time thinking of new creative ways to make him scream before he was used and abused. It was too much for the boy. It was only a few months that it had started, though the boy's mental state had been torn to shreds each time he was rented to another client. 

The fear that he experienced, was eventually morphed into resentment and then hatred as his Master capitalized on Kakavasha's body and the lecherous nature of those in the Black Market. This couldn't be his life… he would allow it. As he lay on his back servicing another client, the boy resolved himself that he'd break free from his chains. 

So he plotted his escape. 

One aspect that worked in Kakavasha's favor was that most of his clients had loose lips. Though his planet was a lost cause, he learned that there were more planets out there and that meant more possibilities and opportunities. He used his charm in bed to get more information from clients. It was hard at first pretending to ‘like’ these disgusting people, but eventually, he had a mask he wore even as he lay on his back and serviced them. That is how he learned about the Aeons, how the Black Market worked, and even the major organizations that he needed to watch out for. One name that kept coming up repeatedly was the IPC; followers of the Aeon of Preservation and the most influential body in the cosmos. If he could somehow get in their graces, there would be a means for him to break free. 

It had taken months of preparation, months of degrading himself, months of being someone he was not, but he finally put a plan together. By now, Kakavasha had his own cell that he walked to with his Master. Before being placed inside, the boy's hand reached out to touch the Master's arm. “Do you… want company tonight?” He asked. 

The man glanced at him in confusion. Never had the boy bothered to ask him of his needs. Though wealth was no longer an issue, the Master's love life left a lot to be desired. “Was your Master not thorough enough when he fucked you?” 

To that Kakavasha smiled before leaning up and placed a kiss on the man's cheek. “You are my true Master, the others mean nothing to me.”   

Taken aback by the boy's words, the Master couldn't help but smile then. “Well well, it looks like you have taken your position well, Number 35.” Instead of pushing the boy in his cell, he led the boy into the main area of the home. Kakavasha knew the layout of it well enough, and the moment that they moved into the main bedroom. There the Master pressed him into the mattress, and he forced himself to relax hearing the sound of clothing being discarded, and felt his Master's cock rubbing against his leg. 

“This is the last time .” Kakavasha thought to himself as he felt himself being forcibly entered. Though it hurt, he forced himself to let out several sultry moans. The effect was a very enthusiastic man on top of him grunting as he thrusted inside of Kakavasha. Though the boy wanted to vomit, he put up with it, completing the act expertly as he kissed his Master, encouraging him and showering him in praise. After what seemed like forever, the boy felt the man finish inside of him, completely relaxed and basking in the afterglow of coitus. 

When the Master had finally caught his breath, he rolled off the boy.

Kakavasha lowered his head as he spoke. “Master, may I get you anything before I return to my cell?” 

There was a silence that persisted before he shook his head. “Stay.”

The command was enough to get Kakavasha to relax in the bed. Much like the lecherous men and women, it was easy to excite his Master's lust. He used the boy, pausing just enough to regain his energy before he forced the boy back on his knees. When it was an hour before it was time for the boy to be exchanged, the Master rolled off Kakavasha going to get the familiar shackles. 

The moment the collar locked around the boy's neck, did he lean up and dared to kiss his Master. Softened by their sex, his Master accepted the small act of affection. That distraction was enough, Kakavasha abruptly pulled the shackles away before they could be attached to his wrist. Grabbing them, he used them like a pair of brass knuckles before he launched a fist at the Master's face. 

The man screamed in surprise, body quickly jerking away as blood trickled from his lower lip. He was so surprised by the attack, he looked at the boy in absolute confusion. 

Kakavasha just gave him a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes as he spoke. “Sorry, but there has been a change of plans.” He gripped the shackles harder before striking the man over and over again. 

For once in his life, the Master felt fear as he tried to scramble away from the rain of blows. The man lost his footing, tumbling on the floor. Kakavasha followed him, aiming each blow at the man's face. The metal made a sickening sound as it met flesh but still the boy persisted.  Unconsciously he was counting 35, the number of lives this man had ruined. Kakavasha might not have been close to any of them, but he still felt guilt even after all of this time, and it was this man's fault that they were all dead. 

The boy was panting by the time he stopped. His arm was sore from being used so much, but the man ceased to breathe, ceased to move. His head had been caved in, and he could see bone and brain matter splattered not only on him, but across the room. It was a gruesome scene, but Kakavasha felt as though he had let the man off too easily. Blood started to pool around the body as he stood up, looking at the corpse with a certain detachment. The death of someone should have bothered the boy, but in this case, it was deserved, and no one would mourn this man's death. 

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Kakavasha was surprisingly calm as he moved to the Master’s bathroom and cleaned up his face. His clothing was splattered in blood and other unrecognizable debris. Mechanically, he moved into the shower to clean off the signs of the murder. Though he had planned to kill the man, there was a lot that the boy was simply leaving to chance, or rather… his luck. When Kakavasha was sure that he looked presentable, he scoured his Master's drawer for clothing. They were three sizes too big for him, but it didn't matter. He planned on getting a nice change of clothes for himself before leaving. 

There was something else that he needed before he left. Something that had been taken from him when he had been sold. His lucky charm given to him by his mother. It was the only link he had left to his family and his people, and his Master had taken it from him, deeming the gold piece too precious to leave in the hands of a slave. Kakavasha walked over to the body. On the man's right wrist was the charm. The boy recovered it before patting down the corpse. In the pants pocket he found a large sum of credits. He pocketed enough to get him by for a few days and left everything else alone. His Master might have built his wealth on his literal back, but he would work for everything and prove his worth. Kakavasha vowed that as he slipped on his charm. With one last look at the body, the boy left, walking in the direction of town to disappear.

In hindsight, Sugilite should have known something was wrong. He had become a regular in the Black Market after sampling the Avgin. He wasn't the only one that rented the boy out, but he was on the top of the list given the strings that had been pulled for the Avgin's Master. Even if Sugilite couldn't rent the boy, his rapport with the man could usually be expected. 

That was until a week ago, when the man had just not shown up. It was possible that the man was dealing with personal matters, but Sugilite expected him to have some class and inform him of such… unintended delays. Rumors had been milling about that the man had simply cashed in and retired, but the Stoneheart didn't buy it. That became more obvious when he had discovered several buyers that had rented the Avgin had not been given access to the boy. 
  
The man, as Sugilite had come to know, was greedy. There was no way that he would just let the Avgin rot or not use him for monetary gain. Sugilite didn't give a damn about the Master on a personal level, but he needed to know what happened. Hiring a private investigator, the truth eventually came to light. It was the scent of decaying matter that called the police to the man's home. It didn't take long for them to put the pieces together as the crime scene and evidence was collected. The Avgin had flown the coop and killed his Master in the process. The Stoneheart gave an exasperated sigh when the report was sent on his desk. One Sigonian slave wanted for murder. He'd be killed on the spot should he be found. It was a blessing, and a curse for Sugilite. He resolved himself to find the boy first, it would certainly make matters a lot less complicated. One couldn't kill a person that couldn't be found.

Looking out his office windows he pondered his options. It was certainly going to be hard to excuse these expenses for the sake of a slave. Sugilite closed his eyes, remembering how it felt to pin that body under him as he had his way with the boy. The delicious screams and moans that he could elicit thrusting into that waiting body. The Stoneheart exhaled a shaky breath. If there was a chance that he could claim the boy… It was worth pursuing. Sugilite opened his laptop as he accessed his financial portfolio for the IPC. There were credits that needed to be moved around to entertain this venture. 

It was hard making it on his own. Kakavasha had to acknowledge that as he boarded the next shuttle bound for his newest destination. When he had taken his seat, he stared outside the expanse of space. The distant stars twinkled over the horizon as the loudspeaker announced their destination. 

A coin rolled between his fingers as he nervously waited for their departure. So far, no one had figured him out since he had donned his new identity. He had gotten his hair cut slightly shorter than normal. In hindsight, it was a calculated risk as it showed off his slave mark, but a scarf hugging around his neck prevented the brand from being seen.  It was different being in regular clothes. He hadn't been in anything remotely normal since he had been on Sigonia. He lamented on not having the shirt his father had left him, it would have probably fit him decently now that he had grown. Just thinking about his family dragged up memories of a life that had been cut too short. A part of him wanted to go back to Sigonia, just to see if he really was the last survivor. It seemed so… surreal to think about. He could swear he was back into his sister's embrace gathering food for dinner. 

“We will be launching in a few moments. Please secure all personal belongings and fasten your safety belts.”

Kakavasha grasped the coin tightly in his hand. No… nothing good would come about if he remained frozen in the past. Kakavasha, the old Kakavasha died with the other Avgins. His only option left was to embrace the persona that he would make for himself. The one he used to get the information from the clients, that beat his Master to death, that guided him to leaving this planet. That is the persona that needed to be nurtured and given life. The shuttle started to shake as the fuselage’s thrusters powered on. Kakavasha leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He didn’t open them until the cabin’s vibrations had settled. The boy looked out at the window again seeing the twinkle from stars in the distance. He should have found the scene beautiful, it was the first time he got to look at space like this, but he merely closed his eyes praying that he’d fall into a dreamless sleep. 

The boy didn’t wake up until the terrible shaking had started in the fuselage again. He could feel the shuttle start to descend to his intended destination, Egyhazo. There was no rhyme or reason he had chosen this particular planet, but it felt as though it was the place to be - just a gut feeling. When he disembarked from the shuttle, Kakavasha was struck by how different the place looked compared to his Master’s home planet. 

People bustled in the city streets, quickly moving from one destination to the other. Mindless drones in a city of sand. Kakavasha clutched the scarf around his neck tighter as he plotted his next move. The target was the IPC. If they were as powerful as his clients had said, they would be the ticket to getting him out of this situation. If he had to guess, he was wanted for killing his Master. Perhaps his price tag might be more than the sixty tanbas used to buy him. “The goal would be to draw a higher bidder into the fold.” The question was how to get on the IPC’s radar. It would take time, but he was sure he could do it. 

He had taken his time with learning who all of the major players on Egyhazo were by hanging out around the business sector. Though many people there had pressed suits, all it took was a bit of alcohol to loosen those lips. Kakavasha’s persona as the submissive slave served him well. All it took was lowering his voice, shifting his hips, touching a shoulder, and these people lowered their guard for him. In the end, Kakavasha found that is all that was required to weave them in his web. He got to learn who was in charge of which company, who had ties to the IPC, and who he needed to target. 

Eventually that led him into seducing a high ranking member of the Intelligentsia guild. Kakavasha put on the same dramatic show as he had given his Master. That was all it took for the man to pour out his secrets. The boy had learned in that instant, though the Intelligentsia guild might have had brilliant minds, they clearly lacked even the basic understanding of empathy. Kakavasha easily exploited that as the guild members latched onto him for emotional support. 

“Have you not heard the news?” Kakavasha said idly after he had basked in the afterglow of their sex. “I’ve heard from my sources that the Aeon Tayzzyronth’s remains lie here in Egyhazo.” 

Just the name of an Aeon was enough to cause the man’s attention to be trained on the boy. “The Propagation Aeon?” Though he knew of the destruction the Aeon could cause, where THEY had disappeared had been a mystery even to the Intelligentsia guild. “What makes you say that that THEY are somewhere on Egyhazo?” 

Kakavasha smiled then. “Just a few contacts that I’ve been speaking to.” So he told him. 

Veritas Ratio was a man of few words, and even shorter on patience. He was honored to be a part of the Intelligentsia Guild, though his fellow co-workers were awful people when it came to manners and human decency. He had just gotten back on assignment from a neighboring planet when he received a summons for an emergency meeting. “I swear, if it is one of those tryhards stroking themselves over naming a new planet.” He had half a mind to skip the meeting. Most of these emergencies were a waste of his time. 

Nevertheless, his curiosity had him open up the data center. The hologram loaded, revealing several people already present for the meeting. He could already hear several arrogant bastards vying for attention on their latest projects. It was like listening to fingernails scratching a chalkboard. Irritated as he was, he opened a book waiting for the squabbling die down. It was when one of the senior representatives spoke that Ratio paid attention. His enthusiasm was hard to overlook as the man spoke.  

“We have several credible sources that indicate that the remains of Tayzzyronth are located in a sector of Egyhazo. We are doing sample studies in the area to try to pinpoint where the Aeon's remains are located.” 

That elicited a score of murmurs as the man continued. 

“We are requesting support from our neighboring factions to help with this investigation. Should our research bear fruit then we can finally have a breakthrough on the origins of the Aeon. 

“Yes of course!” One of the female members replied. “It was the Amber Lord that slew the Propagation. Should we find the body-” 

“-It will allow more research how an Aeon functions!” 

“I must protest!” Another member stated. “We, too, are researching important data in the expanse of space. To ask us to put all of this down for YOUR research.” 

“-It will be all of our research you fool!” The senior Guild member protested. “While we might have an idea of where the remains are, it is imperative to locate it before another governing body gets a hold of it first.” 

There was truth in those words. An Aeon, dead or not had scientific merit no matter who discovered THEM first. There had been something nagging at him though as the conversation continued. “How are you so sure that this information is credible?” He asked, gaze not even lifting from his book as he spoke. 

The question had everyone look at Ratio then.

“Are you questioning my sources?” 

“Why yes, I believe I just did.” Ratio shot back. “You are asking all of us to join you on this massive project. Putting aside our own research for an unverified claim. Who is this source of yours? And how did you meet them?” 

The truth was, the senior member was sleeping with such a source, but he'd dare not reveal that. He cleared throat before speaking. “The source in question is a native that graduated University with high marks and a considerable background in interterrestrial geology. The sites that he has proposed that we look at have fossils that are consistent  in the time frame that the Qlipoth slew Tayzzyronth.”

Ratio grunted. “Yes, yes, I'm sure he is a steller scholar with the praise you heep on his head. But that does not change the fact that he may not be worth paying this much attention to for this scale of an operation.” 

“Are you refusing to help us?” 

“I am.” The Doctor said. “There is nothing here but a guess, and a big one at that. Do you have any idea how foolish it will look if all of this manpower goes into venture and we have nothing to show for it?” 

The senior Guild's member’s eyes hardened. “You are the fool Ratio, this discovery can launch the guild to further heights. If you don't help us now, we won't be as lenient with you when you request to join us later after our breakthrough.” 

The doctor abruptly slammed his book closed. So that was their terms, help now, or don't help at all. He knew there was something wrong about this expedition. There had been no information about the Sand King and now suddenly an unverified source has found THEM? No, it didn't feel right. Without waiting for a rebuttal, he logged out of the system. 

Ratio stared at the blank screen before rubbing his temple. Being in room with those insufferable people always gave him a giant headache. Still, he couldn't overlook the obvious. It all seemed too good to be true. Only time would tell if the Guild was wasting its time. 

From the upper floors of the building, a solitary light in an office burned brightly at Pier Point. Aventurine was a man of opportunity. His thin frame had gotten enough sunlight to give him a light tan. A tailor made three piece suit hugged his form. His thick brown hair was slicked back without a single follicle out of place. On his nose sat thick rimmed glasses hiding his blue eyes. As he read, and reread correspondence with the Intelligentsia Guild in Egyhazo he knew he would have to make a decision soon. 

His team had been inundated with an influx of reports concerning Tayzzyronth’s remains. There hadn't been any major breakthroughs as of yet, but that was likely because the Intelligentsia Guild still was understaffed. It was part of the reason they reached out to him to secure more funding for their venture. Giving them the funds wouldn't be an issue, but Aventurine knew that he'd have a lot to answer for. He should have talked to the other Stonehearts, or Diamond at the very least. 

However this was a matter that needed to be signed off on soon. Though he didn't doubt that the Guild would keep their motives secret, the activity in the region was going to draw eyes on their operation. The last thing the IPC needed was to get in yet another conflict should another sect make a bid to claim Tayzzyronth’s remains. 

Aventurine tapped his fingers on his desk table. “More funds… for more results.” He opened the financial portfolio before transferring credits to the Guild's account. They requested extra manpower, excavation machines, seismic instruments… they would have it all and more. 

As he finished his reports, he sat back in his chair with a grin on his face. Should this pan out, Diamond would have to acknowledge his worth within the company. “Don't disappoint me.” 

By now Kakavasha had all but disappeared from the public view as the IPC and Intelligentsia guild did most of the heavy lifting. Egyhazo wasn't the biggest planet in the galaxy, but the barren sand pits and steep mountain sides were numerous. Given by the flurry of activity going on from the Guild, entire crews had been commissioned to dig for Aeon. “Well they certainly do throw their money around.” He mused. His lies however were starting to pile up on him. It seemed every day was a new story that he had to make up and it was harder to keep track of which Guild member he told what. 

He sensed the change in his benefactors too. Normally they called on him to warm their beds and complain about their lack of findings despite how well researched the information that was given to them was. With less opportunity to get ‘gifts’ from his lovers, Kakavasha found himself living on the streets mirroring the same life he had when he had first arrived on Egyhazo. He didn't mind it, there was enough cover in the winding streets for shelter. Enough kind people were willing to sleep with him for credits and favors. The boy probably could have etched a life for himself in a (half) honest way. 

It was on one of his usual outings that he was called on by one of his regular Guild members. He looked at his phone at the message. 

[Meet me at our usual hotel at 9:00pm.]

Kakavasha sighed. “Well, at least I'll get a shower tonight.” He mused. When the time drew near, he went to the usual room. What was curious is that he didn't see the Guild Member. That alone should have tipped him off that something wasn't right, but it was too late. He heard the sounds of footsteps burst into the foyer. The sound of several guns clicking was enough to cause Kakavasha to turn his head.  

He counted six men. Their black uniforms proudly present themselves as from the IPC. Four of them pointed guns at his head. Kakavasha's mouth twitched as the other two guards stalked toward him. There didn't need to be anything said. Apparently the jig was up. 

“I was wondering what was taking so long.” 

The die had been cast. Once again he found himself staring at the jaws of death. 

A scandal of this level involving the IPC was unheard of, and yet, as Jade poured over the details of events that had been happening on Egyhazo, it was clear they had been duped. The entire affair started from a person of interest that had floated the idea of Sand King's remains. Said person had somehow convinced several Guild members that the information from several independent sources were credible enough to cause the IPC to get involved. Despite all of the intelligence gathered, all of the excavations had all come out with rocks, sand, and nothing to show for this large scale operation searching for the Aeon. 

Aventurine’s involvement didn't help matters. To think that even a Stoneheart could fall into a trap was a mockery of his standing. Jade knew that Diamond was not happy. Diamond might have had his own plate full of business matters, but as head of the Strategic Investment Department, he expected much out of his Stonehearts. Aventurine had not only humiliated the IPC, but tarnished their legacy by wasting so many funds and resources chasing a ghost. 

A picture of Kakavasha flashed on her screen. The boy had been ferried away to an undisclosed location to await his sentencing. The IPC wasted no time in tearing his life apart. A survivor from the second Katica-Avgin extinction event. Sold on the black market, he killed his Master and was wanted dead or alive for the crime. “He is as good as dead.” Jade mused as she pondered how such a seemingly insignificant being caused the IPC so much trouble. The longer that she stared at the boy's face though… she knew this hadn't been the first time that she had seen it. 

It hit her when she was going over the financial portfolio for the department. Someone else had been looking for the boy. Pulling up a few files, she found what she was looking for when she saw a missive from Sugilite. The man had been using resources to investigate a particular incident. While the total credits used was a significant amount, Sugilite seemed to have been moving resources around to fund his venture in searching for the Avgin. “Curious.” She thought. “It seems that everyone wants a piece of you, boy.” Perhaps they would get him in a literal sense too by the time everything was said and done. 

She pondered the link between Sugilite and the Avgin. As she did, her business phone rang beside her as she stared at the dossier. Clicking on the speaker, she was surprised to find Diamond speaking on the other end of the line. “Regarding the Egyhazo Aventurine situation…. Take care of it.” The phone line cut off just as abruptly as it had come. Diamond’s words reverberated off the walls as Jade considered her next course of action. 

“I wasn't expecting to be called away from the office, but it was getting a bit stuffy in here.” She would have to address Sugilite and his transgressions later. For now, she would see what this Avgin was about. It was the least she could do before he died. 

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Being in chains wasn’t at all a strange occurrence to Kakavasha, but the hate and dirty looks he was given was certainly new. He was used to people wanting him, not for his eloquence or social skills, but to be used. He was an object in their eyes and missed out on his brilliance. It was why he was able to get this far though. Sugilite might have held him under a lock and key, but that wasn’t the case for the other clients he serviced. They either thought him too dumb or too well trained to leave after he was used. Thankfully after coitus, his owners often left the boy to his own devices. That was how he managed to learn about the world outside of Sigonia and even learned to read basic words. All Kakavasha needed was an opportunity to further his own goals. His constant gambles, walking the edge between opportunity and exploitation was a skill he gladly nurtured.  

Everything that he had learned, that had he done, came down to this singular act. The guards responsible for escorting the boy to his interrogation took no chances. He was given a simple cotton uniform on the off chance that he had something hidden in his clothing to aid in an escape. Though he never had presented a problem as a flight risk, nor had he been the type to fight. He had his arms and feet shackled, taken in like a prisoner. In Kakavasha’s head, it was a bit overkill, but he supposed that it couldn’t be helped. Something told him that the IPC was licking their wounds from their blunder. 

What seemed like hours… maybe even days, he was marched into a holding cell and left there. It was the first time that he got a look at how bleak his outlook was. The cell was cramped, barely able to hold a thin cot and a toilet and sink. There was a single light that flickered on and off which would make sleeping a challenge. Honestly, the only difference between being here and at his Master’s home, was that his body wasn’t being used. The guards never bothered him, only coming in for the infrequent food delivery. Kakavasha doubted that they would poison him, so he had indulged in their generosity for the time being until he was taken before what he could only surmise would be his executioner. 

The silence that he was forced to endure bothered Kakavasha more than he liked to admit. With nothing to keep him entertained, his thoughts strayed to darker times. He was beating a man with his chains but it wasn’t the face of his Master. It was the slaves he had been put into the ring with. They screamed, they cried, they begged for mercy, and the only thing that Kakavasha could do was silence them the only way he knew how. He took his chain, wrapped it around their neck and squeezed until blood poured from their eyes, ears, and mouth.  

The boy woke up in a cold sweat, his gaze fixed on the flickering light of the cell. How long would he be tormented by such nightmares? Did Gaiathra wish him to remember until he was taken into HER embrace? No… he couldn’t blame it solely on HER. He killed to survive, there were just no other options. He glanced at his shackled hands that had been stained with blood in his nightmare. If his gamble failed he’d at least be reunited with his family and beg their forgiveness for the sins he had done. A part of him, the persona that he had so eloquently crafted would have none of that. He’d survive this just like he had with everything else that had been thrown at him. 

By now, the Egyhazo Aventurine Case was the talk of the town in Pier Point and the satellite divisions. With so many members belonging to the IPC, and even more at their base of operations it was an upsetting and tarnished stain upon the company. Sugilite hadn’t looked into the matter closely, feeling that Aventurine was to blame. He had never been ‘friendly’ with Aventurine and seeing the man's downfall didn't make Sugilite shed a tear. That was until details about who had caused the gigantic mess came to light.

Scrawny and malnourished, blond haired boy with medium length hair, barely an adult. Bi-colored irises, Sigonian without an Interstellar Travel permit. Wanted for murder in [...]. The more details that came out about the incident, Sugilite was sure that was the slave he was looking for. He had been caught five days ago and as much as he scoured files for more information, someone was keeping his true location off the books. 

Sugilite supposed even if he had known the whereabouts of the Avgin, it wouldn't have mattered much. He had been out on assignment and had been away from Pier Point for the last month completing his mission. If he were to suddenly go back without the job being completed, there would be questions asked and he didn't want to answer them, especially to Diamond. 

Out of all the things to happen, being caught by the IPC was one of the worst case scenarios that he could have predicted. Stealing from another person was one thing, but stealing from the company - much less finding an excuse to not execute the Avgin would be next to impossible. Certainly that would be what would happen to the boy given he had cost the company so much already. Between the scandal and what the boy had done to even get to this point, there were enough within the IPC and Intelligentsia Guild to want his head on a platter. 

“What a waste.” The Stoneheart thought out loud. While he knew that finding someone to warm his bed would be easy, but he’d miss the Avgin’s company. Sugilite regretted not making a move sooner to claim the boy. Next time… if there was a next time he wouldn’t falter. Whatever he wanted, he’d get by any means necessary. 

Jade had taken her time in going to see her prisoner. It wasn’t as though there was a time limit, but she simply desired to make the boy as uncomfortable as possible before they chatted. She could have tortured him, the IPC had a specialist that was well versed in that type of interrogation, but she was against the idea. She might have had a ruthless streak, but she could not ignore the obvious. He was still a child and she wouldn't stoop so low as to employ such barbaric practices. No one had ever cost the IPC on such a scale before, it was to be admired. She suspected that Diamond was of the same mind, else he would have sent Obsidian or Opal to do the job instead. The man’s words were simply “take care of it”. Open ended as that phrase was, Jade couldn’t help but notice that sparing the boy and condemning him were two distinct possibilities. 

When her shuttle arrived at the prisoner’s facility, she wasted no time in taking a seat in the sentencing room. Though the room could easily seat 100 people, it would be just her and the Avgin. “Bring him here.” She commanded, leaning back on the plush chair. 

It was a short time later that the boy was marched into the room, arms tied behind his back and shackles around his feet. Jade noted he was just as unimposing as his dossier appeared. A frail looking thing that seemed ordinary and docile, and yet… there was something about his eyes that gave her pause. “What pretty eyes, tell me, do they shine in the dark?” 

Kakavasha found himself smiling up at the woman. There was an air around her that let him know he was talking to someone important within the IPC. “Well if they did, I'd sell them in a heartbeat.” 

Catty… Jade's lips pressed together as she considered her words. “You don't know how many people long for your eyes to be closed forever. As a servant, you should not resist your Master… Yet you went and killed that man anyway.” By now she had memorized everything that the IPC had dug up on the boy. “No lawyer has the audacity to defend you, perhaps you ought to represent yourself.” 

“Not difficult.” Kakavasha replied. “But definitely pointless.” 

“You're pretty confident on your eloquence. Did you also think that when you lied to the Intelligentsia Guild?” 

“Ask and you shall receive. Your men wanted the perfect construction material - all I did was offer a possibility. It was just a small wager.” His head tilted to the side. “If your luck holds out, the IPC will dig something up from the golden sands of Egyhazo. Pity that your luck has run out.” 

To that Jade knew that the boy had him. “I'll admit that. What I'm more curious about though is why such a grand scheme failed to benefit anyone in the end, including the perpetrator himself?” That was the question on her and everyone else's mind. 

“Madam, I already have what I want.” Kakavasha countered. “To be brought before you, for the next high-sakes gamble.” And though the boy sounded confident, his heartbeat sped up a bit quicker, his breathing becoming uneven as he looked her in the eyes. 

The woman couldn't help but narrow her eyes. “Then let's talk about the second gamble. Tell me, what are you prepared to wager this time?” 

And thus he put the only thing that he had left on the line. “My life. I bet you won't send me to the gallows.” 

The boy had balls, she'd give him that. “Hmm, what do you want then?” 

“I want your Lanor to meet with me. I have something to say.” 

Of course Diamond wouldn't waste his breath with the boy, but all the same she pressed him. “And then what?” 

“I want cash.” 

The request was the last thing she expected. She sat up a bit straighter in her seat. “It can't be that simple, can it?” 

“It is that simple. Thirty Tanbas - the remainder of my… market value. Thirty Tanbas, no more, no less.” 

The boy cost the IPC billions and he asked for such a paultry amount. It was almost laughable and yet she knew he was serious. 

“With this money, I'll climb to even greater heights than you, grasp even more riches than you… I wager you won't give me this chance… which is why you should call him here.” 

Jade remembered what the IPC found when they had taken the boy into custody. A simple suit, ruffled and dirty, a simple phone for communication. Yet short of lint in his pockets, the boy appeared to have nothing but what was offered from the Guild members he had swindled. “Interesting.” She started off. “A pity that Diamond won't see you. No one gets to see him. From here on out, I am Diamond's representative, and I will decide on his behalf.”

Kakavasha’s knees were shaking as he heard that, but still managed to not break eye contact with the woman. So this was it, his judge, jury, and executioner stood before him. The boy's hands were shackled behind his back, but he couldn't help but fold his left hand into a tight fist. He waited, the minutes stretched out as Jade kept her silence, contemplating his fate. 

“You're wrong. Thirty Tanabas… I'll give you that, and much more than that. Wealth, status, power… the IPC will give you whatever you want, and even what you don't want.” A smirk pulled on the woman's face then. “Kakavasha… a good name, but unfortunately destined to be buried in the dirt. You though, you deserve to live, to create even more wealth for us.” 

She pressed a button on an intercom before two uniformed guards came in. A simple nod of her head and the shackles were abruptly removed on Kakavasha wrists and ankles. “Go, pick the clothes you like, then choose your desired identity… and then use them well child. May your plans never suffer failure.” 
 
Kakavasha exhaled, not realizing he had been holding his breath as she gave him her judgment. In the end, his high stakes gamble paid off, and the pauper became a prince in an instant. 

He was reborn. Kakavasha stared in the mirror at his new clothing. His three piece suit was a welcome change from the rags he had been wearing. Within Pier Point there was a district dedicated to having shops strictly for the IPC. It was just as impressive as the bouquets of Egyhazo. This time though, Kakavasha wasn't just window shopping or hoping a client would give him funds to buy something nice. That was the biggest adjustment. Anything that he wanted was within reach now. Though he had an inkling about how the meeting might go, it was more than the boy could have dreamed. He had to admit that Jade hadn't been exaggerating when she said she'd give him what he wanted and what he didn't want. 

Though he came off as a capitalist, Kakavasha was used to working with the bare minimum. Maybe that was because he knew he wasn't worth much and he had been born with very little to begin with. His hand ran over his lucky charm as he waited to leave. Jade said that he needed a new identity, though he hadn't quite figured out who he would become. It should have bothered him to leave the name Kakavasha but in the end, that name and everything that it represented was pain and loss. If he was to get a handle on himself and rise to greater heights, his past had to be forgotten. A knock at the door jarred him out of his thoughts. 

Jade had been kind enough to give him an apartment near Pier Point until he could get settled. He opened the door and found a man with an IPC coat and dark shades. He bowed to him before speaking. “Lady Jade requests your presence at Pier Point for a briefing, sir.” 

Kakavasha didn't think twice about it. The valet escorted him to the main building to the top levels where Jade's personal office was. When the valet knocked on the door, he heard Jade's familiar voice telling him to come in. The office, much like the owner, was decorated extravagantly. In the center of the office was what looked like a large aquarium. Inside it wasn't for fish though. No, there was no water which had the boy straining harder to see a form slithering under makeshift heating rocks and plants. A green python, easily longer than Kakavasha, stared at him through the glass pane as he walked into the room. 

Jade was behind her desk, with several books stacked on two ends so she had a line of sight from the door. Two seats were in front of her, though one of them was occupied. The man sitting in the seat was busy reading a book and didn't even turn around at Kakavasha’s entrance let alone acknowledge him. Normally he would have worn his plaster head, but in the presence of Jade, she had asked him to remove it.

“Ah, there you are child.” Jade replied, motioning the boy to take the free seat.

Kakavasha did so without question. “You wished to see me?”

“It occurred to me that while you certainly have gifted intelligence, that a formal education might have been out of your capacity. Am I correct in assuming that?” 

Kakavasha was taken aback by that admission. There had been no time for education even on his home planet. Their clan moved from place to place and felt the only thing that mattered was paying homage to their Goddess. “I've learned basic reading from picking pieces when I was… a servant.” He explained. “But no, I have had no formal education.” 

“There you have it.” Jade looked at the man then. “Child, in order to maximize your profit margins for our company I've decided to hire a tutor for you to help expand your academics.” 

Ratio closed his book hearing what his next assignment would be. Though he was honored that Jade had personally called him for this task. “The person responsible for the Egyhazo incident has no formal education?” His fellow Guild members that been fucked over royally by this boy were idiots. “Can you even read and write?” He asked the boy.  

“Write? No… read? Very little.” 

“Unbelievable…” The Doctor muttered. 

“It is precisely for that reason,” Jade explained, “Why it would be in our best interest to educate you on the basics. How can you hope to gain us wealth with luck alone?” She turned to Ratio then. “I want you to meet Dr. Veritas Ratio. He will be working with you for a while. Before you are sent on assignments on behalf of the IPC, I'd like to ensure that you can handle yourself and think quickly on your feet.” Her smile widened then. “Well… handle yourself with a well rounded education.” 

In truth, studying hadn't been a priority for Kakavasha. He never thought much about it, feeling as though what he needed to learn was from hands-on experience. “Not a hard request. If Lady Jade thinks it's important, who am I to refuse,” he replied with a smile. Though his attention turned to the books on the desk. There were numerous ones that he couldn't even pronounce, it was going to be a daunting task.

Ratio found himself pushing himself from the chair. It was clear his new pupil had much to learn. “I am Ill-equipped to handle a proper lesson at the moment. I require a bit more time for preparation.”

“You may have it.” She counted. “Should you require anything else, run it by my secretary and I will see about getting it for you.”

Ratio bowex before Jade. “Thank you for your kindness Lady Jade.”

The two men were dismissed from the office and Ratio’s demeanor changed as he glanced at Kakavasha. “I don't know what you did to escape the gallows, but you don't fool me for a second.”

Kakavasha only offered a smile. “I did ruffle a few feathers when I got here, but no sense in holding my past against me. I am merely here to make bets that benefit me in the end.”

“A gambler to your core.” Ratio mused. “Though I admit, you must have some intelligence to fool the Guild members, there is a long road ahead of you. You are learning on my time, and it is a precious commodity. I expect you to arrive at your lessons, put in the work, and ask all pertinent questions when it is necessary. We have no room for idle chit chat or wasted time.” 

“Well then, I suppose it would only be right to call you Professor Ratio then.” 

“Doctor,” the man corrected. “Doctor Ratio.” 

“Very well Doctor.” Kakavasha replied. “So, when is our first lesson?” 

Ratio hated to put off the lesson, but he had to figure out how he would teach this boy. He couldn't even write which would make this complicated. Though he took no pleasure at Kakavasha shortcomings, his understanding or lack of it would fall back on him. It was rare that one of the Stonehearts called on him for such a mission, so he'd not do anything half assed for the sake of his pride. “Tomorrow morning, I expect you to meet me at Lady Jade's office at exactly 9:00am sharp.”  

Kakavasha simply nodded. “Very well Doctor, if that is all, I think I'll get acquainted with my new surroundings until then.” He gave a mock salute to the doctor before staking out Pier Point. He had a feeling that he'd be here a while and might as well get used to the sights. 

“So, you've arrived.” 

Kakavasha smiled as he walked up to Ratio the next morning. “As promised.” 

The Doctor seemed surprised by the boy's punctual nature. Perhaps teaching him wouldn't be as bad as he thought. “Very well. Before we can dive into any course of study, we need to ensure that you can read and write effectively.” He started to walk down the hallway with the Avgin in toe. “How you have managed to survive without writing is a miracle in itself. We can't continue your lessons until this is rectified.” Ratio opened the door to an office. It was a simple room with a table, two chairs, and a dry erase board. There was a desk in a corner, though it appeared to be rarely used. On the table were the books previously on Jade's desk stacked along with some other papers. There were various books that had reading, writing, literature, math, economics, science, and a few other courses that were custom made for IPC personnel.  Ratio picked up the book for writing before placing it in front of Kakavasha. “Let's begin.” 

The boy was convinced that Ratio was trying to kill him. Not in a literal sense, but the sheer volume of information that he had to retain exceeded what any normal human ought to have been capable of. The fact that he was able to keep up with Ratio's teachings, he credited his luck with that. In truth, the Doctor might have come off as abrasive and not a general conversationalist, but he was a good teacher. In fact Kakavasha gained more of an appreciation of the man as he patiently explained the lessons for the day and ensured that Kakavasha wasn't completely lost. 

The Avgin's understanding of the world broadened and much like Jade had suspected, the boy became a lot more shrewd the more knowledge that he gained. There had been a mutual understanding that developed between Kakavasha and Ratio as it reached a system month into the boy's studies. By now, they had reached a mutual understanding. The first part of the day was meant for Kakavasha to study and the latter part, Ratio would introduce a new lesson. 

Kakavasha had come to Pier Point like any other day and descended the elevator to the top floor to do his daily reading. What he hadn't counted on when he stepped out of the door was to come face to face with someone all too familiar. In fact, when the Avgin processed who was standing in front of him, he was frozen on the spot, his eyes widening as he stared up at the man. 

Sugilite had only just arrived back on Pier Point after his mission. He had been gone for two months, and he wasn't surprised that nothing had changed since he'd been gone. It was the fate of a Stoneheart. Though all of them had a lavish space in the upper levels at Pier Point, the majority of the time, they were out on behalf of the IPC. There were a few details that needed to be wrapped up, but that required him being at a desk rather than on the field. When he grew tired of staring at the computer monitor, he decided to get some fresh air. 

He waited for the elevator to deliver him to the food court. When he was about to board the unit, there was a flash of blond hair that caught his attention. Many assistants passed through these corridors, but it was those enchanting eyes that had Sugilite do a double take at the passenger. The Avgin might have cut his hair, might have even looked different in a suit, but he didn't fool the Stoneheart. 

It was the fear that he saw dancing in the back of the boy's eyes that caused his mouth to twitch. There were many questions that he had, but the best realization that he had was that he was alive. He took one step, and then another until Sugilite towered over the boy. “We meet again… Number 35.” 

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There was something about hearing that name again that made Kakavasha’s skin crawl. It was the way that Sugilite had said it that inspired those horrible memories. He was tied down, completely helpless, a knife cutting into his skin, the man licking the blood off the blade suggestively before he lined himself up and rammed himself into Kakavasha until the boy was screaming, pleading for him to stop.  But it never stopped, never had the man shown him mercy. 

No, no, no… 

This wasn’t that horrible room that the man kept him confined in, this was Pier Point, this was the IPC’s headquarters. But why was he here? As Kakavasha tried to process that question, he found himself taking a step back as Sugilite took a step toward him. His back hit the wall within a few moments causing him to watch in horror as his tormentor leaned down and brushed a stray strand of hair from his eyes. 

“My pretty bird,” Sugilite trailed off. “You’ve ruffled many feathers recently… Yet you’ve been spared for your crimes?” Who in the world could have done it. It was a fascinating development but he was also hesitant too. Given the situation, there was little doubt that Diamond was not aware of what had transpired and had given his blessing to spare the boy. It could have been an outcome.. But not one that Sugilite had envisioned. It occurred to him how lucky he was to have such a boon being granted. 

Kakavasha’s heartbeat was thruming against his chest like a freight train. Right… he was not a slave anymore, he didn’t have to kneel at this man’s feet. Yet the old him, the one that had been conditioned, wanted to beg forgiveness for a crime he hadn’t even committed. His left hand was moved behind his back, he might have not had a coin to roll between his fingers, but he still did the motion. That mask that he had been so carefully cultivated came crashing down. The old Kakavasha, he would bow to this man, but not now… not again. “Sorry, sir. You'll have to forgive me but that’s not my name.” 

Sugilite was amused by the boy’s audacity. He dared to talk back to him? “You forget your place, slave .”

Kakavasha forced himself to laugh, the tone sounded hollow in his ears but still he spoke. “Sorry, but such… Titles have run their course. As have those who once wielded them.”

“You are more than welcome to see if the same tricks used on your former Master work on me.” Sugilite paused. “In fact… I would be very interested in how you gained access to the top floors here?”

“-That would be because he works here,” a voice said from behind the pair. 

Sugilite narrowed his eyes hearing an all too familiar voice. When he turned around, he saw Jade standing there with a hand on her hip. 

“Ah, Sugilite. I wasn't aware you had arrived back at Pier Point yet. “

The Stoneheart straightened himself, giving Kakavasha his personal space again. The boy let out a breath he was holding glancing back at Jade. 

“Child, I believe you still have lessons to attend to.” She waved a hand in the air dismissing him. “Do not keep your teacher waiting.”

Kakavasha gave a gracious bow before he continued down the hall to Ratio’s office. His legs wouldn’t stop shaking as he carried himself to the room. When he got there, he found that the man hadn't made it in yet. Knowing he was alone, the boy let himself fall to pieces. His knees buckled under him as he knelt on the floor. He felt physically ill just having that man so close to him, and dry heaved. That was too close. If Jade hadn't come, he was sure that man would take him somewhere and- 

No, he wouldn't dare think about what could have happened. At all costs the boy had to avoid him. Whoever he was, it was clear that Jade was higher than even that man. As long as he kept a safe distance away from this Sugilite he would be fine. 

…Or so he told himself. 

Jade watched Kakavasha disappear down the corridor before she gave Sugilite her full attention. “I trust your last mission was a success?”

“Negotiations were much smoother after speaking with the local businesses concerning their lack of knowledge. All it took was convincing them that they would maximize profits should they invest in our company.” 

“Hmm, very good. I expect to make good deals in the future.” 

“All for the Amber Lord.” 

The response was to be expected. Her expression remained neutral as she spoke. “Speaking of that, I’ve been wanting to chat with you about the way you’ve been spending funds in your portfolio.”

Sugilite narrowed his eyes then. He had been as careful as he could. Most of the spending had been on the books, but even he couldn’t help but let some credits slip with his interest in the Black Market. “Investments… for the company.” He tried to explain, though even his voice hinted that he wasn’t sorry for what he had done. 

Jade said nothing for a few moments as she regarded the man. She didn’t believe him, but there was no point in berating the man. Kakavasha was hers for the foreseeable future, and that alone would be punishment enough for the man’s spending. “I don’t know what your interest in my latest acquisition is… but you should stamp out whatever plans you had for that boy. Otherwise, I might introduce you to my pet.” 

A look passed between them before Sugilite turned back to the elevator to leave. There was a reason Jade was above him in rank, he dared not press his luck. When the unit moved to the lower level he couldn’t help but slam is fist into the metal wall behind him. “Damnit.” He cursed, was so close to getting that boy, yet now things had just become more complicated. Sugilite wasn’t deterred. Jade couldn’t protect the boy forever… there would be other opportunities. For now he had to bide his time. 

“Are my lessons boring you, Gambler?” 

Kakavasha snapped out of the daze he had been in staring at the dry erase board. Ratio was going over arithmetic notes. He was sure that the Doctor was explaining the equation to him, but his mind was straying elsewhere.   

Ratio grunted, clearly not amused. “I believe I've mentioned that my time is precious. If your mind is elsewhere, I have better things to do.” They had been making good progress given the length of time they had been together, the Doctor didn't want to lose that momentum now. “You look distressed, is something troubling you? If so, you can figure it out yourself.” Even Ratio hadn't missed that the boy's mood had been unusually somber when he came in. Kakavasha always was a hard man to read, but today it was as though someone had taken the wind out of his pupil. 

Kakavasha certainly didn't feel like speaking about what was really bothering him. How did one even begin to explain how he had been treated? No… it was his burden to bear. The boy smiled, a laugh falling from his lips, though even to him the sound was hollow. “Sorry…I just have a lot on my mind.” 

Hearing his student say that, Ratio closed his book. There was no point in continuing if that was the case. There was something clearly wrong with the boy, but as the silence persisted, the Doctor surmised that the boy wasn't keen on sharing what was on his mind. “Review what we've learned this week and practice your writing. Keep in mind, we are still on a tight schedule. I expect you to be more focused when we meet tomorrow.” Putting his supplies back in their place, he took his leave leaving the boy to himself. 

Kakavasha was left on his own. Though he had tried to resume his studies, it was an impossible task. He was afraid. That mask that he had so confidently built up had cracks in it, and it was all because of seeing that man again. The boy stared out of the windows overlooking Pier Point. His life had become remarkably better under Jade, but he was still a slave. Even if he had paid off his debts to the woman, even if he could be pardoned for his crimes, his brand marked him forever as a servant. People like Sugilite would use it against him. He couldn't help but laugh pitifully at his situation. He had everything in the world but freedom from his gilded cage. 

Sugilite was finishing his report in his office, his gaze glued to the monitor. Though he hadn’t harassed Kakavasha since his conversation with Jade, that didn’t mean that he had forgotten about the boy. It didn’t take much probing to know that he was spending time with Veritas. Up until now, he hadn’t thought much about the Intelligentsia Guild member, but perhaps an arrangement could be made for him to disappear for a while.   

As he pondered on the details, he heard a knock at the door. Without even waiting to be told to come in, the door opened and he heard high heels tapping across the floor. “Hmm… Suggy darling?” A voice called out to him. 

Her voice only made the man close his eyes. There was only one person that gave him such a ridiculous nickname. He could feel arms wrapping behind his neck as he sat on his chair. “What do you want, Obsidian?” 

A smile pulled at her lips. She giggled and though it sounded child-like, Sugilite wasn’t fooled by it. The woman was in a good mood and that didn’t bode well for someone. “Is that any way to greet your partner in crime?” 

Perhaps not, but he was still sulking for not being able to get his slave. “I'm busy.” He spoke curtly hoping she would get to the point of her visit. 

Unperturbed, she placed a kiss on Sugilite’s cheek, whispering in his ear. “I have a job… I thought you might appreciate a new meal at your table.” 

The invitation was one that had Sugilite grunt. They had worked out an arrangement given how the woman worked. She enjoyed her bloodletting, he enjoyed the body parts she could supply him with. It was a mutual business that kept their dark fantasies at play. Nevertheless, he knew something was up for her to volunteer a body when he didn’t ask for one. “You need it to disappear.” It was said in an accusatory manner rather than a question. 

“Oh, you catch on quick.” She laughed again before straightening herself out. “I can deliver it to you within the next day. Not a piece of them is to remain intact.” 

Sugilite smirked, “Do I ever leave anything behind?” 

Obsidian hummed to herself. “Nothing ever gets from your jaws once you sink your teeth in it.” 

“All too true.” It was good timing, he was done with his business here and could use some time to himself. “Just make sure it’s still warm for me.” 

Despite the incident from yesterday, Ratio decided that it was best to carry on as if it never happened. His student was clearly weighed down by something, but it would pass. As he made his way to his office, he saw Sugilite staring at his door. The Doctor was immediately taken aback by seeing a Stoneheart here. Though he worked closely with them, it was rare that he was given a visit. “Sugilite, what are you doing here?” 

In truth, Sugilite had been debating going in the office for a few minutes knowing that the Avgin was alone. Though he wouldn't bring harm to Kakavasha, that didn't mean he couldn't make the boy uncomfortable. Ratio interrupting them would have been a problem though. The man turned his attention to the Doctor. “Veritas, it has been too long.” 

“I’ll repeat my question only once more. What do you want?” It would not have been all that surprising, he helped out the other Stonehearts with various matters. 

Sugilite thought for a moment before shaking his head. “No, forget about it.” He brushed past the Doctor before going back to his office. 

Ratio arched a brow watching the man leave. “Strange fellow.” He mused before going into his office. 

Kakavasha was already seated, a book opened and studying quietly. When Ratio entered, his gaze moved to the Doctor before offering the man a smile. “Morning.”  

Well, the boy seemed to be acting normal… Ratio nodded to him, picking up the arithmetic book he had been working with yesterday. “If you have no questions about your studies, let us continue with equations.”

In truth, the boy was still having trouble focusing, but hopefully that feeling would pass. He only shook his head, “It's fine.” He said pulling out a stray piece of paper and opening his own book following along with what Ratio was saying. Kakavasha tried to focus, but his thoughts strayed to Sugilite again. What if he saw the man again? How was he supposed to deal with him? Pier Point was a public place, but he doubted that would deter the man. 

The Doctor noticed that Kakavasha’s pencil stilled the more that he spoke. Though the boy was looking at the dry erase board, he could swear that he wasn't hearing what he was being said. To test his theory, he said something completely contradictory to see if that would get a reaction out of the boy. When it didn't, Ratio slammed his book closed. Kakavasha was startled at the action and found himself jumping at the sound. 

The Doctor was surprised to see that change of expression on the Avgin's face. It looked almost akin to fear. An expression that he had never seen in the boy before. He walked closer to Kakavasha, boring his eyes into the boy. “This is counterproductive to learning, Gambler.” 

What did one say in this situation? The truth was out of the question, though something told him that silence wouldn't be acceptable either. Kakavasha opened his mouth, tried to say something remotely witty, but his words failed him. 

Something was wrong. He had never seen the boy act like this before. “The only way to move forward with an issue is to acknowledge the problem and address it head on.” 

Kakavasha could feel the blood rushing through his veins. It felt like he was back in the cage again, it was an uncomfortable feeling. 

“Kakavasha.” Ratio finally added, his voice becoming softer. 

The boy was blinking back tears hearing his name. Ratio never used his real name before, hell, he wasn't sure that the man even knew his name. It was the way that the Doctor was looking at him, that made the boy's eyes divert to the floor. “I'm sorry,” started off. “I found out a person that… I would rather not see is still around.”  

Ratio wasn't sure what he was expecting. He pulled up a chair sitting next to Kakavasha. When the boy didn't elaborate further he found himself sighing. “Well, if it helps… as long as you are under my care, no one shall bother you. You have my word on that.” 

The Avgin turned to him with a small smile. “Thanks…” 

The Doctor grunted before taking a piece of paper and scribbling his address. “If you ever feel that you need to talk outside of the classroom, my door is open to you.” 

Kakavasha didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to anyone showing him such kindness… not without a motive. Ratio never asked him for his body, expected him to do anything outside of learning, it felt as though the boy should give him something back in return. “Is… there anything that I can do for you?” 

“I already told you, whatever is causing you distress, face it head on and address it.” 

The Avgin sighed. “I'll consider it.” 

“Good.” The Doctor replied, closing the arithmetic book. “It is not on the schedule, but perhaps we can spend some time in the Plaza today to take your mind off of what is… bothering you.” 

Kakavasha didn't want to, but he did understand that Ratio was trying to give him an out for the day. He found himself nodding. “Y-yeah… sounds like a plan.” 

Ratio knew that they were behind on the boy's training, but hopefully after today, Kakavasha would work out whatever was bothering him. Though he preferred using a strong firm hand, in this case, understanding was the only path forward that would get the Avgin to snap out of it. 

From his bedroom, Sugilite stared outside at the setting sun. Diamond had given him a reprieve, and he found himself lounging in his mansion. Perhaps a visit to the Black Market was in order… as he contemplated on going there his phone rang beside him. Glancing at the caller ID, he picked it up and heard a familiar voice on the end of the line. 

“Suggy, your package is ready. Enjoy.” 

The line cut abruptly. He had to at least give it to Obsidian, she was a woman of few words. He put on a silk robe before going downstairs. Summoning his two chefs, they opened the front door to see a body bag at his doorstep. 

The chefs brought it to the kitchen on the butcher's table. “A body that needed to disappear quickly.” He mused as his hand pulled at the zipper. The Stoneheart was surprised to find himself staring at a familiar face. Aventurine’s eyes were open, but glazed over. The slash from ear to ear told him the story of how he had bled out and likely died. Sugilite hadn't been close to the man, and couldn't truly feel sorry for the fate he had been given. He was a failure to the IPC and, if anything, a quick death was a mercy. True to her word, the body still had some warmth to it which would make harvesting the meat easier. 

He turned to his chefs then. “Process it completely.” His stomach growled at the thought of food and he smiled. “I’d like sweetbread* tonight.”  

“Yes sir!” The chefs said as they moved to grab their butcher's knives. 

It was nearly a year later when Kakavasha found himself summoned to Jade's office with Ratio. 

The woman regarded the two before smiling. “I hope you both are well. I trust that your lessons have been an enlightening experience for you?” 

Ratio nodded before speaking. “We have completed the rudimentary skills. I'm working on IPC specific training with him now.” 

Jade turned his attention to Kakavasha. “And how do you feel?” 

“Never better. It's been interesting to learn about how the world operates.” Compared to his life in Sigonia, where he moved from place to place for survival, it was a new experience to have so much knowledge at his fingertips. “It helps that I have a good teacher to steer me in the right direction.” 

Ratio closed his eyes at the compliment. “We could only move forward with your enthusiasm and willingness to learn, Gambler.” 

Satisfied with that answer, she leaned back in her chair. “Have you given any thought of the name that you will take, child?” 

The question did have Kakavasha think hard. Ratio had been teaching him about the IPC and how the company operated. He had learned about the Stonehearts, learned that Jade was one of them as well as Sugilite. Though the other man hadn't made any attempt to do harm to the Avgin, he wanted to be sure that he had any type of advantage on him. Being elevated to the same level as Sugilite would deter him, he was sure of it. “I want to be a Stoneheart. I hear that there’s a position available.” 

Jade hummed before closing her eyes for a moment. “So you even know about that do you? Well done, child.” She commended him. “I will have to confer with Diamond.” She was sure that he was bound to approve of the promotion, the Aventurine Stone would be entrusted to the boy. That needed Diamond's clearance. “Until I hear from him, I have a mission for you both. I'm sure that Pier Point has become rather… stale with how long you have been forced to be here. It would be a good opportunity to put your new knowledge to the test and measure your worth.” She reached for a manila envelope, sliding it to Ratio. “All of the details for your mission. Take a day to prepare and take the first shuttle out on Monday morning.” 

The Doctor grabbed the envelope before tucking it under his arm and gave Jade a bow. Kakavasha followed suit, joining the Doctor as they walked down the hall. “You truly wish to be Stoneheart?” He asked the boy. 

“Yeah, I've been thinking about it for some time.” The Avgin explained. 

“I suppose being part of the Strategic Investment Department will grant you… special privileges.” 

“You have them as well don't you?” Kakavasha asked. 

“In order to assist the Stonehearts, I do have the clearance, yes.” 

“Ah, so it's possible that we can continue to work together then.” 

“I suppose so. Come, let's go to the office and review our task.” 

Reviewing the files, Ratio was thankful that it seemed to be a simple task of gaining insights into the nature of several factions on the planet [...]. The liquidation of the Popularuis faction had thrown the state in disarray and threatened to undermine the work of the IPC. It was no wonder why Jade wished to have this matter taken care of as soon as possible. The Doctor passed the file to Kakavasha to familiarize himself with. “A simple task. Hopefully your honeyed tongue will be able to gain useful information out of the natives.” 

The Avgin chuckled then. “I… have ways that encourage people to talk.” 

Ratio sighed. “Oh I suppose you were born with a silver tongue. You wouldn't be in this position if that wasn't the case now would you?” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

The Doctor’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “I know full well what you did to make the Intelligentsia Guild trust you. You didn't seem to have a lot of money… so you offered up the next best thing.” 

The Avgin shrugged, not bothering to deny the accusation. “I've found that most of your members are… lonely. I only offered up a possibly, most indulged. You’re more than welcome to as well, Doctor.” 

Ratio narrowed his eyes. “Don't test my patience.” 

There was a playfulness in the boy's eyes at that. Wondering what the good Doctor would do, Kakavasha leaned in closer to him. 

The Doctor's reaction was immediate. He stood up from his seat, reaching at his side to pull out a small handgun. The barrel of it was aimed at Kakavasha's head. 

There was surprise when the boy saw the weapon. “I wasn't aware that you carried a weapon, Doctor.” 

“Call it insurance. One can never be too careful, even in Pier Point.” 

“You don’t trust me?” Kakavasha asked. It wasn’t a surprise, despite how long them had worked together their relationship had been cordeil at best. Without the least bit of hesitation he grabs the gun from the Doctor, ejecting all but one round from the cylinder. “It seems like I’ll need to get you up to speed on how I do things if our cooperation were to remain amicable.” 

The Avgin pushed the gun into Ratio’s hand, spun the cylinder, and points the barrel at his own chest before pushing the Doctor’s trigger finger. 

One.

The click of the gun echoed in the room. 

Two. 

Ratio never broke his gaze as he felt the Avgin's hand pushing against his trigger finger. 

Three.

He didn't like that Kakavasha wasn't stopping. Though the gun wasn't fully loaded, he knew that there was a live round in the chamber. 

Four. 

The Doctor's expression turned to one of concern as he stared at the boy. “Stop…” 

Five.

“We aren't done yet, Doctor.” Kakavasha murmured. 

Six.

Ratio stiffened expecting to hear a shot. What he got was a strange noise. He looked down seeing that the trigger had only partially fired. A jam… a one in a million chance but somehow this boy… 

Kakavasha's mouth parted, exhaling softly. Nothing happened, and he could only smile. “Did I win, Doctor?” 

Ratio narrowed his eyes. “You…”  

Kakavasha’s smile remains the same when he pulls the trigger for the last time. “Life is a grand gamble, and I’ll always be the final victor.  

The Doctor was at a loss. How could someone like this boy be so blase about death? Worst yet, it would have been him that ended his life. Ratio’s lips planted hard against Kakavasha wanting to end whatever witty commentary that the boy was about to make. The Avgin was taken aback by the movement, though he only closed his eyes and opened his mouth. 

The Doctor's tongue probed through Kakavasha's teeth, wrestling with the other's tongue. He tasted sweet, much like honey, and could feel the boy starting to respond. 

Kakavasha's arms wrapped around Ratio's neck pulling the man close. The hand holding the gun loosened and dropped to the floor. The Doctor's hand found a new purchase, resting on the boy's waist. The Avgin welcomed the feeling, for once not feeling obligated to perform for anyone, but doing it for his own volition.   

Ratio's hips grinded into Kakavasha, though when he realized what he was doing he broke the kiss, his gaze locked onto the other's eyes. “...We should get ready to go.” Ratio murmured, trying to straighten himself out. 

Disappointed that the fleeing intimacy was over, the boy let his hands fall from the Doctor's neck. “Of course.” 

Ratio bent down to pick up the gun. He checked the barrel of the gun and sure enough, there was a single bullet in the chamber. The gun jamming  was lucky, but perhaps it had to be God's intervention. “Gambler, you really ought to worry about yourself.” 

The boy could only shrug. “Worrying doesn't garner results, Doctor. I make a bet, I put my life on the line. It's as simple as that.” 

“That will get you killed one of these days.” 

That only made a smile pulled at his lips. “It wouldn't be so bad.” 

Ratio found himself sighing. What did one say to someone that looked at death in that way? He could only hope that the Avgin wouldn't have to be put in such situations. Thankfully with the mission was him, the Doctor was confident that he could avoid it. 

It was shortly after Kakavasha got back from the mission that he was summoned. 

It was rare that all of the Stonehearts were requested back at Pier Point. Normally out on missions, their time was spent increasing the profits of the IPC. Today though was a special exception. The day that Kakavasha was granted his new name and rank. He walked into a familiar room. The one where Jade and he had first met, where he was spared. Unlike before though, there were others here that turned eyes on him. 

Four monitors floated in the room, three had the silhouettes of Stoneheart members there, the fourth was offline. Though Kakavasha couldn't see the whites of their eyes, he could feel their gaze on him as he entered the room. 

A girl with white hair with a single pink streak stared back at him. In her lap, a Trotter sat on her lap, her finger petting the creature.   

A female Intellitron’s cold gaze looked at him with indifference. 

A boy, perhaps younger than Kakavasha himself with multicolored hair peered down from his desk that was a size too big for him. 

The only two people the Avgin recognized were Jade and Sugilite. Strangely enough, the latter had been suspiciously absent since their first encounter nearly a year ago. Occasionally they would see each other in the hallway, but Sugilite never made an attempt to harass him. Perhaps he had chosen another victim to give his attention to. It would explain the lack of response from the man. 

“Welcome, child.” Jade greeted him. “Diamond couldn't attend your coronation, but he sends his regards and blessings. Meet your fellow Stonehearts, occasionally you will work with them all for the IPC, and all in the name of the Amber Lord.” 

She opened a small box and turned it so that the boy could see it. It was the Aventurine Cornerstone, the pale green stone seemed to pulsate with life. “As a member Stonehearts, you are granted the power of Qlipoth himself. Guard it well child.” 

Kakavasha moved forward, picking up the box and glancing at the people watching him. No one said a thing as he claimed it as his own. 

“Do you have any questions?” Jade asked. 

“None.” Kakavasha replied. 

“Then, welcome to the family, child.” 

“Aventurine,” Jade said, letting his new name roll off her tongue. “You will receive missions from Diamond, Opal, or myself from this point forward.” 

He bowed, “Of course, Lady Jade.” 

Satisfied, Jade nodded. “Very well.” 

Walking out of the room, Aventurine made his way to his new office. It was sparsely decorated with only a desk and chair. He sat down, opening the box to look at his Cornerstone again. His future was in the palm of his hand, and he could only hope that Kakavasha remained buried. 

A pity that Ratio had been called away on Inteligentsia matters. Though they still had a working relationship, Aventurine found himself growing fond about spending time with the good Doctor. Hopefully his companion felt the same. 

Aventurine was woken up in the early hours of the morning by his phone. A quick glance at the caller ID saw it was Jade.

“We have a mission for you.” She said when he picked up the receiver. “We need you to work with Sugilite on an incident. Report to Pier Point as soon as you can.” 

Aventurine was glad that Jade couldn't see his expression when she said that. The sudden drowsiness that he had quickly melted away. Working with that man… hopefully it would be nothing. They were of the same rank now, but the other part of him… he had a bad feeling about this. 

[*] Sweetbread in this case refers to the throat or pancreas. This is a Hannibal Lector reference. 

A/N: I’m aware that Obsidian was ‘bathing’ in pomegranate juice from the trailer, but she strikes me as someone that is completely unhinged like our dear Sugilite is in this story.  

Chapter Text

It was an interesting turn of events, Suglite went back to his home after the ceremony with the “new” Aventurine. Never would Sugilite had pictured the slave he once purchased for personal pleasure to be elevated so high within the IPC. It would have been different had the boy been a low ranking member within the company, but to be promoted to a P45… Diamond must have thought highly of him. “I suppose in the end, where you come from doesn't matter as long as you get results.” He mused. After all, the Stonehearts weren't the poster children of doing what was just in the world. No, they were motivated by their own desires to move the company forward. On one hand, there was the potential to see the Avgin… but the glaring issue is that ordering the boy around given his status would be impossible now that they were the same rank. 

He grunted, turning on his monitor before diving into his business accounts. His respite was ending soon, and he was waiting to get orders for his next mission. As he went to work balancing his portfolio, a holographic monitor turned on beside him.  

[“Suggy, darling.”] 

Sugilite’s eyes moved, seeing Obsidian's silhouette. In her hand was a wine glass, though he knew that what was in it was likely not wine or any form of alcohol for that matter. “What is it?”  

[“That Avgin boy… He’s been the one you’ve been obsessing about, isn’t it?”]

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “When Aventurine was removed, I admit I wasn't expecting that boy to be his replacement.” 

She could only laugh at that. [“Poor thing, I see why you favor him. He looks… scrumptious. A pity that I couldn't see him in person.”] 

“Don't get any ideas Obsidian… the boy is mine.” 

She pouted, though only shrugged her shoulders. Tempting as the boy was, she had other victims. It was an understood agreement that they left each other's prey alone when requested. [“Have it your way. However, I hear Avgin blood tastes like honey. Won't you get me some when you get a chance?”] 

Keeping the woman was always such a hassle, but he supposed he could throw her a bone. “If the opportunity presents itself, I'll get you a vial or two. No promises though, they boy hasn't exactly… warmed up to me.”

[“Mmm, that's what I like to hear. I'll drop off your package tonight. Enjoy.”]

The screen cut off leaving Sugilite to himself again. Although the thought of another body should have inspired him to turn in for the day, he opted to continue his task. A quick phone call to his chefs told them to keep their eyes open for the body that would show up on his doorstep. As he continued to work, he received an email from Jade. 

[We need you and Aventurine to deal with a matter at Sigonia-IV. You leave in the morning, be ready to leave Pier Point.]

Sugilite arched a brow as he looked over the correspondence. How amusing, that was the Avgin's homeland. Either Jade had a sense of humor, or she was being cruel to send the boy back there considering what happened. In fact… he doubted Aventurine was aware of the events that had unfolded when he had been marked as a slave. Chuckling, he responded to the email before getting ready for his trip. Though he was sure opportunities like this wouldn't happen often, Sugilite knew that he would enjoy himself.  

Aventurine was up at the crack of dawn. He wasted no time getting dressed in his more flamboyant attire. Ever since he had been promoted, he had stopped wearing three piece suits and high collars to hide his brand. Once a mark of shame, he wore it proudly to show just how high he had climbed in his short period. It gave him confidence and let him forget about the time he had been Kakavasha. 

That is what was troubling about this new mission with Sugilite. The man had seen him at his lowest point, and while they were the same now, Aventurine wondered if the other man would hold his past against him. Unfortunately only time would tell. As he picked up his cornerstone, he admired the pale green glow before putting it in his pocket. He had never used the power of the stone before, but his inner voice was telling him to keep it close by. 

He made his way to Pier Point and headed to Jade's office. Sugilite was already seated and turned to him when he entered the room. 

“Good, you both are here.” Jade said, motioning the Avgin to take a seat. “I'll be brief, as your shuttle will be departing in a few system hours. Sugilite is already familiar with the natives, though I thought it might be good to send you with him considering your relationship with the planet.” 

Aventurine was confused by the woman's words. “My… relationship?” 

“Yes… it would be Sigonia-IV.” 

The Avgin couldn't keep the shock off his face. His homeland? 

Jade let the boy take in the information before continuing. “Given you know the customs of the planet, we would like you to bring assurances to the governing body that continued cooperation with the IPC with trade will bring prosperity to their economy.”  

Aventurine seemed to be blindsided by the news. He had always been taught that there were many clans on Sigonia, but they mostly kept to themselves. The Avgins and Katicans had been banished to the deserts during when the clans had decided to make a sovereign government. He doubted him being there would bring the IPC in a positive light to know that a “petty thief” would be an asset to the IPC. His people had always been hated, slandered and given negative stereotypes. Nevertheless, he wasn't in a position to tell Jade ‘no’. “It's been a while since I've been home.” He finally said.  

“I'm aware.” Jade said. “However, your connection with the people will allow you to speak with them on equal footing. From what I have been able to pick up on reports, the harsh environment still presents problems to the people. We are renegotiating our contracts to get a better deal with them and Sugilite and you will be our representatives.” 

“Of course, Lady Jade.” Sugilite said. Picking up a suitcase, he gave the woman a bow before leaving. 

Aventurine wasn't sure how to feel about any of it. Going home was never on his to do list but… perhaps seeing his people again wouldn't be so bad. 

Both of the men left Jade's office going to the shuttle station just outside of Pier Point. There were fleets of IPC company shuttles waiting to take off. One of the pilots greeted the men with a salute. “Sirs! I'll be escorting you to Sigonia-IV. If you are ready to leave, just say the word and we can take off.” 

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we get this over with.” Sugilite said with a sigh. “If you are ready, let's go.” 

Aventurine felt the same, but for far different reasons. He could only shrug, before boarding the shuttle with Sugilite in toe. 

The cabin was surprisingly spacious despite how small the shuttle was. A fruit and vegetable tray was in the center of a table. A bottle of chilled wine sat in an ice bucket. Apparently, the red carpet had been laid out for them. A likely perk for having to go on a mission on such short notice. 

At least they were being treated well. Sugilite smiled as he sat across from Aventurine. Reaching for the chilled bottle of wine, he poured himself a glass. “Would you like some?” He asked the boy. 

“No thank you.”

The man shrugged his shoulders before swirling the glass and bringing it to his nose. He inhaled the scent as he spoke. “I don't think we've had a proper chance to talk.” 

Aventurine was aware of that since he had been purposely avoiding the man. “I've been busy with other matters. Besides, I don't know what we need to discuss outside of business.” 

Sugilite smiled at that. “Perhaps you are right. As Stonehearts, our work takes us all over the cosmos for the sake of the IPC. And you… Are truly a rags to riches story aren't you?” 

The way that the other man was framing his words, Aventurine wondered if there was another meaning that he was missing. “Just goes to show that one should never underestimate what they are capable of. I've always enjoyed making my own luck.” 

“Let's hope that it serves you well. Jade seems to believe in you.” 

Though Aventurine remained on guard, Sugilite didn't antagonize him much as they were ferried to Sigonia-IV. The moment that their shuttle arrived, Aventurine was surprised to find himself in the middle of a city. The dry, arid wins brushed against his clothing as he and Sugilite disembarked. Though they had arrived in the early afternoon, the sun beat down on them making Aventurine glad he had opted to not wear a suit here. 

Sugilite seemed unaffected by the heat. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses before walking to one of the more imposing buildings within the city. Unlike the earthen sand and wooden buildings, the skyscraper was made of dark metal outlined with glass panes. In the sunlight, the reflection gave the building an almost ethereal look. From what he could tell, it was borrowed technology from the IPC, which meant, whatever business they had was there. Aventurine followed behind him listening to the conversations going on around him. He could still recall bits and pieces of language in his mother tongue. It should have felt comforting, but he felt completely out of his element. The Sigonian people had always been nomadic from what he had remembered. Cities had never been a common occurrence.

It wasn't long before they got the building and Sugilite entered the front doors. A secretary with brunette hair and thick rimmed glasses waited behind a desk and smiled at the two men. “Welcome. How may I help you, gentleman?”
 
“We are here to meet the Sigonian governing body. We are representatives of the IPC.” Sugilite explained. 

The secretary stood up a bit straighter. “Oh! Of course sir! It is a pleasure to see you.” She turned to her keyboard inputting a few commands on the computer. “The representatives are in a closed door meeting. They should be done in twenty minutes. They were expecting you a bit later in the day. I do apologize for the delay.” 

Sugilite wasn’t that impressed. Though they had arrived early, the delegation knew that they were coming. “Their affairs won’t matter much if they don’t take care of the IPCs issue immediately. In fact… This is a matter of international importance and I cannot guarantee the continued sovereignty of Sigonia.”

The woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Of course sir, I’ll let them know immediately.” With Sugilite still looming over her, she picked up the business phone before making a call. 

For Aventurine, waiting in the lobby felt strange. He could swear people were staring at him for some strange reason, murmuring under their breath. Even the secretary seemed to keep glancing at him. It was clear that she wanted to say something but was holding her tongue. The longer they were here, the more that Aventurine wanted to go back home. He certainly didn't feel like he belonged here. 

Whoever the secretary was speaking with finally got through to them regarding their newly arrived guests. “Sorry to keep you waiting sirs, if you will please follow me.” She led them to a spare conference room down the hallway before taking her leave. The two men took a seat before Sugilite placed his suitcase on the table. He turned to Aventurine. “Let me do all of the talking. Unless I tell you, don't speak.” 

Aventurine narrowed his eyes at him. “What is the point of having me come along if I cannot make a case to take the contract that you are presenting?”

To that, Sugilite just smiled. “You do have a function here, and that is being an ornament my little bird. Your looks will serve you well in this negotiation.” 

The boy didn’t understand what that was supposed to mean. Before he could ask further though a knock came at the door. Nine delegates came into the room. Their features and clothing varied from person to person, hinting that they represented different clans on Sigonia. “Ah, welcome to the Interstellar Conference Center! We do apologize for the wait.”  

“We thank you for meeting with us today.” Sugilite said with a pleasant smile. “I am Sugilite, and this is Aventurine. We are both representatives of the IPC.” 

The men smiled before going to shake Sugilite's hand. “A pleasure to meet you both.” As a few were going to greet Aventurine, they paused as they got a good look at him. 

“Those eyes…”

“Is that?” 

“...An Avgin?” 

They stared at Aventurine in shock. 

One of the members found his voice turning to Sugilite. “Sir Sugilite, while I understand the IPC wishes to discuss the terms of our trade agreement, I need to point out that Avgins are…” 

“-He is a senior member in our department.” Sugilite cut him off. “Regardless of your policies… he has a place at this table as a member of the IPC.”  

The representatives seemed to become increasingly uncomfortable even with that knowledge. Aventurine knew that his people were looked down upon, so much so that they had been banished. To see it happen in real time made his stomach twist. 

Sugilite continued. “Gentleman, I understand your confusion, but this man is an honored member of the IPC. His status and creed are not disqualifications for being a part of this company. What we all desire is results, and he has proven time and time again that he can get them.” There was a pause as he looked at the Sigonian representatives. “That is what we are offering. We understand the allure of wanting to remain on your home planet, but surely you understand sustaining a growing population comes with its share of difficulties.” 

Aventurine was quiet as he was painted out as being a successful member of the IPC. If he didn't know how Sugilite was, he would have taken it as a compliment. But this wasn't about what Aventurine was capable of being, much less doing. He was just an example of what could happen should the Sigonians take the deal but hardly a guarantee. 

The delegation looked at Aventurine and then at each other as they took in what Sugilite was saying. “We are facing shortages of basic resources, that much is true.” One of the older men said after some time. “That being said, we are doing everything within our power to offer variable trades with the IPC in exchange for goods.” 

Sugilite’s arms crossed over the other. “Unfortunately… there has been a gradual decline of goods going out versus what the IPC has been giving your government. This resulting deficit is creating a debt that will need to be addressed should we continue our trade agreements with you.”

“We are doing what we can to keep up with what we are requesting.” Another chimed in, pulling out a handkerchief and patting his forehead with it. 

“We understand the delicate situation that you are in.” On the surface, Sugilite sounded sympathetic. He reached into his briefcase pulling out a paper. “Which is why, instead of reneging on our current contract, we are offering you a new deal.” 

One of the members took the paper looking over the specifications. “You want to increase the profit margin split to 70 to 30 percent?” 

The members seemed uncomfortable by that notion, but nevertheless Sugilite continued. “Your only hope is to invest into more technology that would be beneficial to your planet. We can help you do that, but in exchange, the resources and products made need to go directly back to the IPC. If you don't agree with this proposition then we will inform my manager to work out another agreement. However, I do caution you, while there will be other offers, though I cannot guarantee that what we ask will not be as… generous.”

The contract was passed around the room for the other members to look at. Aventurine noted that no one seemed thrilled by the contract, but could not offer any alternative to help their case. 

“What other methods are there to repay the debt?” One of them asked. 

“The other more notable method is terraforming your planet. A radical technological advancement that may bring you ways to grow your own resources. Our manager in charge of that is Topaz, and while she has a 80% success rate, whether she succeeds or not, your people will become workers for the IPC.” 

 “For how long?” 

“For as long as your planet remains in the cosmos.” 

There was a silence that persisted as the members heard the terms. “Mr. Sugilite, Mr. Aventurine, we understand that you need an answer, but we need some time to discuss this. It is… a big decision you understand.” 

“We do.” Sugilite said as he closed his briefcase before standing up. Aventurine followed him, leaving the delegation to talk amongst themselves. 

Sugilite turned to the Avgin then. “Well done. It seems you being here actually did make a difference.” 

Aventurine frowned. “I didn't even say anything in the meeting.” 

That only had the man chuckling. “They envy and covet your position, and they will make a move whether they wish to or not. For them, to see a lowly Avgin rise to your position in the IPC gives them something to strive for. if you can do it, they think they can too.” 

It was hard to argue with that. He knew that they didn't like him, that had become clear in the meeting. But even so… 

Sugilite fished in his breast pocket for his sunglasses before putting it on. “It seems that there are those that still have prejudice against the Avgin people. A pity even seeing one here has not made them feel any guilt for what they are responsible for in the past.” 

“What are you talking about?” Aventurine asked. “My people might not be welcome at the governing body, but they are around.” Roaming about the deserts no doubt, but they were resourceful and knew how to survive the harsh climate.   

So… the boy really was ignorant of what happened.“I hate to break it to you.” He wasn't, but he said it regardless as he turned to the boy. “The Avgin have been wiped out for a number of years.” 

Aventurine's eyes widened in shock. “...What did you just say?” 

“I didn't stutter.” Sugilite said coldly. “What’s wrong? Did your teacher not enlighten you to the fate of your own people? You should fire him for his lack of consideration.” 

Aventurine didn’t know what to say. Did Ratio know? Did Jade know? He had never asked about it before but… “You're lying.” 

Sugilite regarded the boy before grabbing Aventurine's wrist and pulled him along to the hotel just a few blocks away. “Whether you believe me or not is irrelevant. You are a fine specimen… and likely the last of your kind. Take note of your worth and treasure it, Avgin.” 

Aventurine was forced to follow Sugilite as he was led away. As much as he wanted to protest, it was clear that he was out of his element. Though he was Sigonian, the people here would never accept him. He got a few strange stares from onlookers. He knew that Sugilite was enjoying this. When they got to the entrance of the hotel, Sugilite pushed Aventurine to the doors. “Seeing as you might be… accosted, given what you are while we are here, stay in the hotel until I call for you. It is the safest spot for you, and I don't need you causing any further complications in this negotiation.” 

The Avgin nearly stumbled as he glared at the other man. “Since when do you tell me what to do?” 

“At least I'm not calling you a slave.” The man pointed out. “Either way… you will do as you are told. I'm the one in charge of closing this deal and if I fail, you'll have to explain this to Jade.” 

Aventurine clenched his fist together. Jade wasn't cruel to him, but she expected results. Although he had made great strides to improve himself, he was no fool. If the woman wanted, she could take everything that he had away. It was something that he wasn't willing to risk. Giving his back to Sugilite he entered the hotel to book a room. As he moved through the door he heard Sugilite snicker before saying, “Good boy.” 

By the time that Aventurine had gotten to his room, he was exhausted. There was much that he was given to think about. What weighed on his mind though was the fate of his people. Sugilite couldn't be trusted, but what the man had said bothered him. One of the last images he had was his sister telling them that they would be protected. That the Katicans would be stopped, that their Goddess was on their side. She seemed sure they would win, so why would they be wiped out? He needed answers, but it was too risky to make a move now. For now, he'd be sure to look into the matter just to give him some peace of mind.   

It was the next morning that Aventurine's phone rang. 

[“Get prepared to leave, it seems that our business will be concluding today.”] Sugilite replied before cutting the call. 

A part of him was relieved that it had taken just a day to get a response. He didn't like being on a hostile planet and trapped in a room on his own. Though the hotel had enough amenities to keep him entertained, he'd much rather be home. It didn't take long for him to get dressed and head down to the lobby. Sugilite was waiting for him as he was escorted back to the skyscraper. 

This time, the representatives were waiting for them. Sugilite and Aventurine took their seats before one of the men cleared his throat. “Thank you both for giving us some time to discuss how we wish to proceed with our relationship to the IPC. We have thought hard over your proposal, and have come to a decision.” 

Sugilite was silent as he waited for the man to continue. 

The man presented the contract and put it in front of Sugilite. The signatures of the nine representatives were on it. “We accept the terms of your proposal.” 

Pleased that they had come to a unanimous decision, Sugilite nodded. “I see. We do thank you for your cooperation and vow that the IPC will do everything in its power to assist Sigonia in entertaining more trade agreements with other nations and fostering a thriving environment.” 

“We look forward to working with the IPC and its affiliates.” 

Sugilite placed the contract in his briefcase. “If there are no further questions or concerns for us gentlemen, we shall take our leave. Expect one of our representatives in the Business Consolidation Department to reach out and work with your team and work out a plan to handle our investments.” 

“Thank you for your generosity, Sir Sugilite.” 

Their business concluded, the pair headed to the shuttle station. Aventurine was surprised to see that it was a personal, rather than an IPC shuttle waiting for them. “What happened to the company shuttle?” 

“I sent it away.” The man confessed. “I wasn't sure how long the delegation would take to make their decision. It seemed a waste to tie up resources.” 

It made sense, but Aventurine couldn't help but be suspicious. He was tempted to call for a company shuttle, but it would be a few system hours before one would have made it to him. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem, but he was in hostile territory and there would be no telling what would happen if he was left alone here. Giving a sigh, he made his way into the cabin. Much like the owner, Sugilite's shuttle was decorated in such a way that showed the man's wealth. Thankfully there was a lot more room to sit, and the Avgin chose to sit near a window as they took off. Sugilite sat in the front near the cockpit, enjoying a bottle of wine. As they moved further away from Sigonia, Aventurine couldn't help but think back to what was said about his people. He'd find out the truth, one way or another.   

It was two system hours later that Aventurine had noticed the shuttle was descending to a planet. Just by the color, he could tell that it wasn't Pier Point. Confused, he spoke up. “Sugilite, where are you taking us?” 

From his seat in the front, he spoke to the boy. “Just a little detour, I think you'll appreciate it.” 

Truthfully, Aventurine was ready to get back home. He was annoyed he had to put up with this… “I wish you would have told me that before I boarded, otherwise I would have asked for a shuttle to get me.” 

The shuttle touched down and Sugilite rose from his seat. “Hm, given how much you were cooped up in a room. I thought I would make it up to you. Call it… an apology.” He smiled, though it hardly reached his eyes. “It'll be quick, I promise.” 

Aventurine was ready to tell the man no when the two pilots came out of the cockpit. Their olive complexion with black hair was striking against the white suits they were wearing. What was strange and what stuck out to him was how they were built. The muscles stretched the clothing they were wearing to the point that he thought it would rip like paper. Though both had green and yellow eyes respectively, they had an ominous look that frightened Aventurine. Sugilite was a bastard, but he absolutely did not want to be left alone with these men. Unclicking his seatbelt, he disembarked on the shuttle with Sugilite once again serving as his guide. One thing that he had noticed, is that it was nearly dark, but the station that they arrived in was busy as any major city he had been in. People in different garbs moved hurriedly between tunnels. Merchants were unloading their shipments feverishly and credits were being exchanged. From outside appearances, it was a giant market. 

“Come,” Sugilite said. “There is somewhere I want to show you.” He said as he walked down a corridor. 

The Avgin followed him down winding hallways to the point where it made him dizzy. It was clear that Sugilite was familiar with this place the way he confidently navigated his way through the different rooms. Some were as simple as lounges decorated with pillows and couches, others were bazaars where merchants were selling goods, people were dressed scantily, and others less so. As much as Aventurine thrived in such an environment, something felt off. 

Sugilite finally descended a flight of stairs before opening a door. “We are here.” He finally said before motioning the Avgin inside. 

When Aventurine entered, his gaze was immediately drawn to two leather chairs overlooking a balcony. Between the seats was a small mini bar with a chilled champagne and two wine glasses. A one way mirror overlooked an arena below. People were already sitting in the main area waiting for the entertainment to start. It wasn't what Aventurine was expecting, but that did pose a question. “What are we doing here Sugilite?” 

The Stoneheart moved into the room before pouring himself a drink. “Do you not recognize where you are?” 

Aventurine narrowed his eyes. “Why would I remember somewhere I have never been?” 

Sugilite seemed amused by that statement. “Ah, forgive me. I suppose your view was a bit different than it was before. We are in a private box after all.” He glanced outside of the window overlooking the arena. “The show is about to start, why don't you see for yourself?”   

“I'd rather not.” 

“Quick to go back to your dear Veritas?” 

Aventurine seemed shocked when he heard that. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

“You've been spending  a lot of time with him, haven't you?” 

It wasn't a surprise that Sugilite would have known that. However, the other man bringing up Ratio made him uneasy. He said nothing, going over to the door and after turning it, realized that it was locked. He grit his teeth, turning around. “What is the meaning of this?” 

Sugilite took a sip from his wine glass. “We haven't gotten to spend quality time together, Kakavasha. I figure that we could get to know each other. You've been avoiding me for the past year after all.” 

He wouldn't deny that, but it was strange that the Stoneheart chose to bring it up now. Realizing that he was trapped in the room, he supposed that he had no choice but to play along. Aventurine made his way over to the chair before taking a seat. He remembered Ratio's words to him, to face his problems head on. He supposed he might as well since he was being forced to. “My name is Aventurine.” 

Sugilite was pleased that the boy agreed to humor him. He finished off his drink before placing the empty glass back on the table. “You really have done well for yourself, I must say.” He admitted. 

Aventurine wasn't sure what to say, though perhaps that was for the best as he heard cheers. When he turned his attention to the arena again, he saw what the fuss was about when two figures appeared. They were average looking men, but their clothing, and the collar around their necks. Aventurine’s eyes widened as he realized what he was looking at. Though it was only once that he had been in that position himself, he knew it well. It was the fighting ring. 

Horrified, he took a step back to not watch the scene. As he did, he found his back pressing against Sugilite. He was surprised to find the man had moved and before he could react, Sugilite forced his body forward into the glass. “Let go of me.” He tried to push back against the Stoneheart and found his arm being grabbed, forced behind the small of his back. He cried out as his arm was twisted at an unnatural angle the more that he struggled. He panicked, his mind reaching for his own power to call forth his shields. In his state, the imaginary shields didn't manifest completely like they normally would have. 

Sugilite found himself smiling. “I see you don't have complete control over your shields. Not a surprise, for the fledging bird that you are. I bet you haven't worked with your powers since you received your cornerstone. I on the other hand-” He used his powers, summoning four crystalline shields that surrounded the boy and pinning him against the mirror.

Aventurine squirmed trying to break from the position he was in. “Damn you.” His voice was cracking, starting to panic. He wasn’t sure what to expect out of the other man, and what he was capable of… it never boded well. 

“Calm down.” Sugilite murmured. The Avgin didn't comply, which only made the Stoneheart move behind the boy, his head burying in the crook of Aventurine's neck. The scent of the boy was intoxicating. Though it had been ages since he had the boy to himself, he already wanted to tear his clothing away and resume their sordid affair. Tempting as it might have been to do so, Sugilite hesitated. Jade's threat still could not be taken lightly, and it was not in his best interest to get on the woman's bad side. Still, he wouldn't throw this opportunity away. 

Aventurine cursed when he couldn't see behind him. He felt Sugilite's tongue roll over the brand on his neck. The bastard would be attracted to that part of him and he shivered feeling the sensitive area being touched. 

“I see you still tremble from my touch, Avgin.” The Stoneheart murmured. “That's good, I want you to remember.” 

There was a flush that creeped on the boy's cheeks at those words. He felt Sugilite's hands roaming down his pants and disappeared in the folds of his underwear. He inhaled sharply feeling that foreign hand fondling his cock. He hated it, but this is what Sugilite had always done. Exploit his body, use it how he saw fit, and left Aventurine with nothing. The other man's hand moved to the tip of his cock before starting to massage it. He moaned from Sugilite's touch, starved for attention from the other man. Despite how flirtatious he had been, he hadn't had sex since he had been free. He had enough of it to last him a lifetime of being used against his will. Yet now his body was betraying him. 

Unable to free himself from the torture, Aventurine's gaze was pulled at the arena watching as the two slaves clashed. Unlike before, both men were armed with a short sword and shield. The way that the two fought was just like before… Their desperation was obvious as they tore into each other, trying to gain the upper hand by delivering a precise strike that would kill their opponent. Aventurine - no, Kakavasha was forced to relive that moment of time. Aventurine was moaning as the scalp of one of the opponent’s was split open revealing the bone underneath. Blood gushed from the wound and Aventurine watched as the man fell over on his side. The crowd cheered like wild dogs as the victor stood over his opponent. Though the man was beaten, the match wasn't done yet. 

Aventurine arched his back, unable to hold himself back as his orgasm hit him in waves. His body slumped against the windows feeling the energy leave his body. He watched as the victorious slave brought up his sword and slammed the tip of the blade into his opponent's throat. Crimson liquid gushed from the wound and spilled onto the floor. The sound from the audience only got louder as they watched the carnage, never caring that a life ended just for their entertainment.   

Sugilite could feel the boy's semen coat his hand. “Looks like someone has been a bit pent up.” He mused, cupping his hand and collecting the precious liquid. Being as careful as possible, Sugilite withdrew his hand admiring the sight of the come. Bringing it to his lips, he licked it savoring the flavor. The texture was creamy, succulent, sweet… utter perfection. 

Aventurine couldn’t believe that he had allowed that man to touch him again. Even worse, he had gotten off on it. The violet shields pinning him abruptly dissipated allowing him to move freely. The gambler turned around, forced to face his tormentor. 

Sugilite was unapologetic as he looked down at the boy. He wanted to do more… make him scream and plead, but now wasn't the time for it. “Not bad, boy. Just like old times.” 

“You bastard.” 

The man only grinned. “That's no way to treat your better, slave.” 

Aventurine's eyes narrowed. “I'm not a slave… not anymore, and not to you.” 

“You may look like a Stoneheart, but the brand on your neck which you wear so proudly marks you for what you truly are.” Sugilite stared down at the boy with contempt. “An object to be used by your owner’s whim.” 

“I am a Stoneheart, the same as you. And you will not put me in that position again Sugilite.”  

That only made him grin. “Is that what you thought when you took the job? How naive you are.” He walked closer to Aventurine. “I’m waiting for the day you slip up, Avgin. Waiting for you to fall from grace. The illusion of grandeur that you set yourself up with will eventually crumble, my little bird.” He chuckled, leaning down to whisper in the boy’s ear. “And when the rug gets pulled from under you. I’ll be there to scoop you back up and remind you of where you belong. A pity I didn't get to you first, that brand is so… unsightly on you. You deserve to have my mark, but alas, fortune smiles upon you, for now.” That being said, he moved to the door before digging a key out of pocket and opening the door. “By the way, since you were curious… the person that was in charge of the Avgin relocation effort during that mass extinction event? That was Oswaldo Schneider. If you have an issue with how it was handled, you should speak to him. He is head of our Marketing Development Department.” That being said, Sugilite slipped out of the room, curious to see the commodities that the Black Market had to offer tonight. 

When Aventurine was left alone, he felt his legs give out on him. Dropping to his knees, he closed his eyes. While he had a feeling that Sugilite was not happy with him, hearing him voice his distaste was something else entirely. That man would never see him as anything else than a slave. 

Being looked down on wasn't an issue, Aventurine was used to others seeing him as a pretty face, a hole ready to be used. He should have just been able to shrug Sugilite's taunts off, but it was clear that the man had every intention of taking him back. It seemed impossible given the circumstances, but Sugilite seemed so sure. No… he would never let that happen. 

Despite his state, he was still lucid enough to know that he needed to get off this planet - without Sugilite's help. He forced himself up, making his way out of the room and to the Black Market. Knowing what this place was made it ten times worse. These people were the same ones that had used him without care or concern, humiliated him, all for their deviant pleasure. Some of the patrons brushed against Aventurine, drunk on alcohol or high on drugs. 

“What pretty eyes.” 

“Let me show you a good time, boy.” 

“Are you for sale?” 

Aventurine had felt sick. It was hours later that he made his way to the shuttle station. Sugilite's personal one was still there which he avoided completely. He needed to get off this place. He didn't care where he was taken, but his mind was spiraling, forced to recall his past in vivid detail. He thought he was past this… thought he wouldn't have to have a reason to confront these demons again. 

How wrong he was.  

 
Ratio was exhausted by the time that he arrived back at his apartment. Though his mission had been a success, he had been gone longer than he had intended. The moment that the door opened, three pairs of eyes peered back at him. A soft mewl from one of the creatures had Ratio bending down and petting it gently. The three cat cakes were interesting creatures, a forgotten experiment on the Herta Space Station that he took in after a certain incident had come to light. “I was gone longer than I expected to be little ones.” He mused before tending to them. By the time he had crawled into the tub, he could hear a storm thundering in the distance. In all, it was a nice way to end the day and start his respite. 

When the Doctor slipped into bed with his cat cakes, he drifted off to sleep. It was hours later when the rain was pouring down against the windows panes that he heard a knock on the door. Ratio rolled over looking at his digital clock and saw it was four in the morning. “Who in the world would be up at this hour?” The knocking continued much to his annoyance. He grabbed his robe before going to the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Aventurine there, though his eyes were downcast, and he was soaked to the bone. “Gambler… what are you doing here?” 

The Avgins had droplets fall down his face.“Sorry…” He said, his voice subdued and less sure of himself. “I just-” He paused, glancing up at the man. “I wasn't sure where to go… or to turn to.”  

Though Ratio had given Aventurine his address, this was the first time that he had come to him for non business matters. He opened the door motioning the Avgin to come inside. He could tell something was wrong. “What happened?” He asked. 

Aventurine couldn't help but laugh at the question. Never had he had to explain himself before. It wasn't like Sugilite had done anything out of the norm. He hadn't had a choice back then, but now… it really bothered him with what the bastard said. Though he was out of the storm, he kept feeling water falling down his cheeks and for some strange reason it wouldn't stop. 

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Ratio waited for Aventurine to explain something, anything but the boy didn't utter a word. It was only that broken laughter that caught the Doctor off guard. Just what the hell had happened since he had gone away? “Gambler… you are soaked.” It was possible that he was sick… and his own medical intuition kicked in as he removed Aventurine's coat hanging it on the rack. Thankfully the boy didn't fight Ratio when he led him to the bathroom. Aventurine’s eyes were still trained on the floor as Ratio removed his shirt, shoes, and pants. Had the circumstances been different, the Doctor might have enjoyed the sight before him. They had been cordial with each other, though there were times when Ratio found himself staring at the Avgin. If Aventurine had noticed, he hadn't said anything about it, or tried to tease him. Though he had kissed the boy spontaneously that day before their mission, he hadn't acted on his impulses. Ratio did have restraint, but tonight would be a true test of his self control.

One thing that had caught Ratio's eyes were several deep scars on Aventurine's stomach. He could tell they were old though, he wondered what had caused them. When his eyes wandered lower, the Doctor couldn't help but take a deep breath. He had to remind himself to take care of his patient… not his own needs. “Get in tub,” Ratio commanded.

The Avgin did as instructed and sat down in the rounded basin. The water was warm against his skin as it filled in the tub. He felt strange having Ratio look at him like this. A part of him always had wanted to reach out to the man but… it seemed wrong. The Doctor was not like the clients he was forced to service, nor was he someone that he wanted favors out of like the Intelligentsia members he had taken to bed. He just… wanted to be with him. Bask in Ratio's warmth, listen to that sharp tongue expound on his plethora of knowledge. Aventurine felt a sponge on his chest feeling Ratio wash him. The man's movements were deliberate but surprisingly gentle. The scent of Lavender soap relaxed the Avgin as he was scrubbed down.

When Ratio was satisfied that Aventurine had been cleaned, he helped the boy up and dried him off. “Your clothes need to be dried.” He pointed out. As much as he found the sight of Aventurine naked, he doubted the boy would want to parade around his home like that. He grabbed a spare robe before offering it to the boy and guided him into the bedroom.

Aventurine was bundled up in the fabric, a size too big for his small frame. He was sitting on the bed before Ratio left the room to tend to his clothing. The cat cakes stirred, noticing the Avgin and crawled around him. The soft mewls had the boy turn his attention them, and for the first time since he had come to Ratio's home, he smiled at the creatures. One of the cat cakes crawled on his lap rubbing its head against Aventurine's stomach. His hand went out to pet the creature listening to it purr.

“At least I see you haven't forgotten how to put up that mask of yours, Gambler.”

The Avgin’s eyes rolled up seeing Ratio in the doorway. He wasn't sure how long the man had been there being distracted by the cat cake.

Failing to get a word out of the boy, Ratio sighed before joining him on the bed. Another cat cake crawled on the Doctor's side and he pet the creature. For the longest time neither of the men said a word as they found comfort in spoiling the cat cakes. It was an hour later that Aventurine finally found the courage to speak up. “Did you know what happened to the Avgins on Sigonia?” He asked.

That statement had Ratio arch his brow looking at the boy. That was hardly the response he would have expected given the circumstances. “Am I supposed to?”

So… maybe Sugilite was lying. The Avgin was still as he recalled the strange conversation with the man. “I… went on a mission to Sigonia. Someone informed me that the Avgins had been wiped out.”

Hearing those words had surprise fall on the Doctor's face. “I… I am sorry. I'm afraid that I don't know about that incident. Who told you that?”

Aventurine sighed. “It… it doesn't matter.” He murmured looking down at the cat cake. “I didn't get a chance to look into the matter but it just got to me is all.”

“I can imagine.” Ratio countered. “Well… if you came to me in such a state. As painful as the truth is, you should find out. I'm sure there are records that the IPC has. I'm assuming that Sigonia has a relationship with the IPC?”  

 “I suppose so.” Up until now, there was never a reason for Aventurine to do a deep dive into the IPCs records. It wasn't as though he had an attachment to his homeland the way the Avgins had been treated, but that didn't mean he would forsake his own people.

“You have a bad habit of holding everything in, Gambler.”

That made the boy smile sadly. “Maybe so. I guess I need to get better at that.”

“You came here tonight when you were troubled.” Ratio's gaze turned to him. “I call that an improvement.”

Aventurine met the Doctor's eyes. He wasn't sure what had come over him tonight to seek Ratio out, but he was glad that something good had come about it. Sugilite's actions towards him was something that did need to be addressed, but how did he explain it? The Avgin had gotten off on the way that the man had touched him, and it wasn't as though it was the first time Sugilite had claimed him before. It was all so confusing and he felt guilty for not being careful around the other Stoneheart. “Would you… mind if I stay here for the night?”

Ratio picked up his cat cake and placed it on the floor. “My pets won't be happy, but it shouldn't be a problem. It's still storming out there anyway. There is no way I can send you out in that weather.”

Aventurine couldn't help but crack a smile. “Thanks… Doc.”
 

They slept in the same bed, the cat cakes crawling over them. Though Aventurine was nearly naked and kept his hands to himself, being near Ratio was calming. Despite the hell he had been in only a few system hours before, he slept. His dreams were silent, escaping the nightmares as the storm crashed down on them.

When the Avgins eyes fluttered open the next morning, he was surrounded by the cat cakes but Ratio was nowhere to be found. The indentation of the man's body was evident on the mattress. Aventurine found himself crawling closer to where Ratio had been sleeping and inhaled the man’s scent. There still was that lovely lavender smell. The boy closed his eyes as the cat cakes surrounded him once again. He couldn’t help but find himself petting the creatures, “Guess you won’t let me sleep.” He mused as he got off the bed holding one of them.

It didn’t take long to find Ratio. He was in the kitchen eating a piece of toast while reading his latest academic book. Beside him was a cup of coffee that was half empty. The Doctor glanced up at the boy, noticing the cat cake he was holding. “It seems as though you have become a bit attached to my pets.”

Aventurine couldn't help but chuckle. “They are… cute.” He said as he took a seat and resumed petting the creature. “Where did you get them from?”

“It's a long story.” He replied, taking a sip from his coffee cup. “Let's just say the original owner seemed to have forgotten about them. I couldn't leave them alone with no one to look after them.”

“You have a good heart after all, Doctor.”

Ratio grunted. “Nevermind that. I should ask, how are you fairing?”

Aventurine thought about the question before shrugging. “Better.” He murmured.

Satisfied, the Doctor got up and poured Aventurine a cup of coffee. “As a senior manager, I believe that you have clearance to access files that are normally not available to the public. It might take some digging but… if you want to know the truth I'm sure that you can find out. The IPC is big, but they are thorough about the planets that they visit.

Ratio was likely right. Taking the coffee in hand he sipped the warm liquid. “I will be sure to do so.” The two spent that afternoon keeping each other's company. Aventurine's clothing was returned after some attention with the washer and dryer. Feeling that he had spent enough time with the Doctor he excused himself and gave Ratio his thanks.

When Aventurine returned to his apartment he immediately retreated to his desk. He didn’t know what came over him to seek out Ratio, but he didn’t regret that decision. Though the Doctor didn’t give him the answers he needed, at least some of his conflicting feelings were put at ease. One thing that did stick out to him, is though he had been naked before Ratio, the man didn’t touch him. It was a stark contrast to what he was used to. Normally others treated his body as something to be used, but Ratio not only saw him when he had been vulnerable, but didn’t try to push himself on the Avgin. “I guess I can trust you.” He mused.

Taking a deep breath, Aventurine stared at his monitor. There was something that he needed to know, but a part of him was afraid. Afraid that his entire being would be shattered by the truth. He had lost so much so just the thought of his people still being out there, still surviving was of some solace. Sugilite had taken away that veil, and now was the matter of settling if the man was lying.

Digging through the backlog of the IPC was a daunting task. There were so many clearance checks to even get to the information that he needed. It was a blessing that he was a senior manager and had access to the files. The company had made a name for themselves spreading through the corners of the universe. Even seeing it for himself, Aventurine was impressed by how many planets they had managed to influence. His search took him back to Sigonia seeing several files back dated.

[Log: XX: 0356

Contact has been made with intelligent races on the planet. The Intelligentsia Guild has called the planet Sigonia-IV. The peoples of this planet are nomadic in nature and have formed clans for protection. More information is needed to identify each clan.]

[Log: XX: 0367
We have identified 11 prominent clans on Sigonia. The new Marketing Development Department Head, Oswaldo Schneider has been tasked to solve the crisis and bring Sigonia under the IPCs fold.

Solution: Create unity and offer trade agreements to increase survivability of the clans on Sigonia. This will have our members reach out to them directly to address their needs.]

[Log: XX: 0372

The creation of the Sigonian Sovereignty has taken a longer time than anticipated. IPC delegates have agreed to the terms and conditions set forth by nine of the clans. In order to move forward and establish the Interstellar Peace Charter, two Sigonian Clans: the Katicans and Avgins have been excluded due to the prejudice.]

[Log: XX: 0389

The Katicans have been labeled as savages and undesirables. Their brutal ways have been deemed incompatible to further the future of the Sigonian people. The IPC has decided to break off contact with the Katicans deeming them a wasted investment.

The Avgins are viewed by other clans with suspicion and are labeled as thieves, liars, and manipulators. As a result, the Avgins have been declared autonomous by the Sigonian Sovereignty. This declaration has absolved the governing body of further incidents that may occur between the Avgins and Katicans.

In the interest of survival, several Avgins have reached out to the IPC for support. The Marketing Development Department has been in contact with the Avgins to work out an agreement.]

[Log: XX: 0403

The IPC has agreed to offer humanitarian aid to the Avgins despite not being part of the Sigonian Sovereignty. Oswaldo Schneider has greenlit the agreement. Communication devices will be provided to the Avgins and regularly scheduled trades will be conducted at specified checkpoints in the desert region.]

[Log: XX: 0409

The IPC has received communication that the Katicans plan a full scale attack on the Avgin people on their holy day of Kakava. The Avgin have requested additional support. Awaiting orders from Oswaldo Schneider with how to proceed with this request.]

[Log: XX: 0415

Distress signals have been picked up in the desert wilderness. An attack on the Avgins was likely launched. The Marketing Development Department has been informed and is investigating.]

[Log: XX: 0423 - Final Report:

The Kakava of this system calendar year has been marked with the Second Katia-Avgin Extinction Event. Resulting reports indicate that there were 6,752 deaths and 3,452 missing. Despite looking for survivors of this cataclysmic event, none have been found.]

[Log: XX: 0437

Close all mentions of the Avgin files and remove it from public records.
~Oswaldo Schneider - Head of the Marketing Development Department.]

It was too much to bear. Aventurine felt numb as he closed the log files and dragged himself to his bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress as he reeled from the knowledge he had gained. It was all true… his people were gone. His sister put hope into the IPC back then and they didn't even come to the Avgins aid. Over 9,000 people gone in a blink of an eye. The last images that he had was his sister telling him to run. She was so sure she would be safe and yet…  His fingers fisted into his hair, hunching over. Why is it that he was born lucky, but he only knew tragedy in his life? Did Gaiathra truly give him HER love? How much more did he need to endure before SHE took him in HER embrace? That was the million credit question and Aventurine had no answer.

Aventurine went to Ratio's apartment the next day. He had confessed to what he discovered in the IPCs files, and the Doctor came close to him.

“I'm sorry, Kakavasha.” He murmured as he gave the boy an embrace.

Hearing his real name seemed… right when Ratio said it. Aventurine only leaned against the Doctor's chest. He could feel the soft thrum of the man's heartbeat as he was held.

“You are welcome to stay with me if you need company.”

Aventurine smiled at the invitation. Normally he wouldn't have imposed, but he didn't want to be alone with his own spiraling thoughts. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” He felt Ratio's hands go into his hair and glanced up at him.

“Of course.” Ratio said softly.

They slept in bed together that night. Aventurine curled next to the Doctor, he felt the other man's hand on his cheeks. He didn't push Ratio away and only kissed his hand. That only prompted the older man to crawl on top of him.

Ratio was mindful of taking his time, kissing along Aventurine's jawline until he reached his lips. The Doctor captured them, taking his time with exploring the Avgins mouth. Their tongues danced with each other and Ratio savored every moment. The boy tasted just as heavenly as that time in the office. He felt Aventurine's hand wrap around his neck pulling them closer together as they made out. Ratio was panting by the time that they pulled away from Aventurine's mouth.

“You are wonderful, Doctor.”

“As are you.” Ratio countered. He felt the Avgins hips rub against him before glancing down. “Gambler…”

“If you want to sleep with me, I won't be against it.”

The primitive part of Ratio was happy at the thought, but he knew it was wrong. The boy had come to him when he was under emotional distress, he wouldn't take advantage of it. “I would rather us get to know each other first before we… participate in such activities.”

Aventurine couldn't help but be surprised. It was the first time anyone had turned him down before when it came to sex. It was an admirable trait and the Avgin chuckled softly. “Well Doc, it would be nice to get to know you too.”

After that day Aventurine and Ratio started to spend more time together when they weren't working. Small outings at different places, treating each other to dinner, touring different museums. It was a stimulating experience that gave the Avgin confidence. It was two months into their relationship that Ratio gave him the cat cakes. The creatures seemed to prefer the company of Aventurine and he noticed the boy's constant affection towards the cat cakes.

It seemed as though Aventurine had bounced back from his trauma with the help of Ratio. Though he still kept a safe distance from Sugilite. The Stoneheart was someone that Aventurine still hesitated to mention to Ratio, but he justified that as long as he stayed out of the older man's way, there would be no issues. So far his luck had been holding out on him. He hadn't had a mission with another Stoneheart since that day.

Aventurine was subject to being present for company events. A company gala was coming up to meet with several important investors to the IPC.  From what he saw in the email, it was to give annual reports and strengthen bonds. That probably was true on the surface, but likely the IPC wanted to insure that their portfolios continued to be profitable. Aventurine reached for his phone texting Ratio.

[I have to attend an event for the IPC.]

There was a brief pause before Ratio responded. [I'm still finishing up a few things on my end. I wasn't aware of an IPC event. Maybe the Intelligentsia Guild wasn't invited.]

Aventurine frowned. [Pity, I was going to ask you to join me.]

[I don't do well at such events. See you soon.]

Sighing, Aventurine resigned himself to attending the event alone. He doubted that he could weasel his way out of it. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he had to put on a good show. It was what Jade would want. Rising from his seat he grabbed one of his three piece suits before getting ready.

The trip to the Gala was rented out at a five star hotel just outside of Pier Point. The IPC had spared no expense with the details for the investors. There was a flurry of activity from the employees and maintenance crew. Chefs were making sure the food preparations were filled, the VIP list was gone over, and managers barked orders to put up decorations.

Aventurine moved through the hotel. A few junior staff members paused to get a look at him and bowed respectfully. He wasn't used to being treated as such. Aventurine knew that the Stonehearts, and for that matter the Strategic Investment Department were looked at favorably, but he was still getting used to being a big shot. There were already a handful of people within the grand ballroom. Some were his fellow Stonehearts, others with tailored suits and expensive dresses. He saw Sugilite speaking to some of the investors, though the man seemed to have not noticed him. Hopefully it would stay that way. Diamond appeared to be absent for the event.

“There you are, child.”

The Avgin turned to see Jade. She was wearing a dark purple dress with a halter neckline and a thigh high slit. Her high heels made a resounding clicking sound as she moved closer to the boy. “A pleasure to see you, Lady Jade.”

“I was worried you wouldn't come. This is your first time at one of our galas is it not?”

“Always a first time for everything.”

“I agree.” Jade replied. A young woman came to the woman's side. She was also a Stoneheart, Aventurine remembered seeing her and Trotter at her side. She was dressed in a red strapless dress with ruffles and a thigh high slit. Jade turned to the girl with a smile. “Child, I want you to meet Topaz. I don't believe that you've gotten a chance to, formally, meet each other with how our schedules are. It’s true that you are here to make a good impression on our investors, but take the time to get to know your coworkers. You will likely be working together in some fashion in the future after all.”

Being left alone, Aventurine turned his attention to Topaz. “Well now, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hmm, you certainly do have a honeyed way of speaking, Aventurine.” She mused. “Wouldn't you agree Numby?” The Trotter grunted happily which only made the girl smile. “That does beg to question what a rising star like you can accomplish. The Aventurine of Stratagems.”

The boy couldn't help but chuckle. “Well I am known for making risky wagers. I've gotten my return investments back so I'm doing something right.”

As the pair were talking, Sugilite glanced at Aventurine out of the corner of his eye. He had been keeping a close watch on the boy, though kept a distance as he spoke to investors. Somehow he doubted that Aventurine would let him near him after their last encounter, but tonight as an opportunity he wouldn't waste. When Sugilite had placated the man in front of him, he excused himself.

Obsidian had been here for some time, though the woman had kept to her corner of the room. Despite her… personal hobbies, she was well connected to a lot of corporations under the IPC. Normally she and Sugilite didn't interact unless absolutely required, but seeing him approach her had a smile. “Suggy… what can I do for you?”  

The man grabbed two champagne glasses from a butler that passed them. He offered one of the glasses to the woman before speaking. “I have a task for you.”  

That only made Obsidian smile as she sipped the alcohol. A part of her was giddy at the thought knowing that her partner in crime was up to something. “Hunting at the Gala? You are getting bold, dear.” She wasn't one to judge, but it was curious who could be so important that Sugilite was willing to take such a risk. “And who is your prey?”

“The same one as always.” He replied, glancing in the direction of Aventurine. The boy was speaking to some business CEOs no doubt making his own connections.

“I'm almost jealous you don't give me the same attention you do that boy.” Obsidian mused. There was a touch of jealousy there, but if Sugilite noticed, he didn't comment on it. “And what do I get out of this?” She asked curiously.

“I'll let you play with me for a few hours.”

Obsidian seemed surprised. In the time that they had known each other, she had only been intimate with him on two occasions. They had been put together on missions and their darkest desires pushed them into being curious about what the other was capable of doing. Obsidian hadn't been disappointed, giving the man his own personal scars as she sampled his blood and he got to enjoy her body. “Very well then… what do you need me to do?”

Sugilite reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag. There was a white powder inside that was pressed in the woman's hand. “Slip this in his drink. It's a hallucinogen and sedative. A few grams should do the job.”

The woman took the packet and leaned forward to give Sugilite a light peck on his cheek. “I'll give you 14 system hours before I come fetch you.” She purred before abruptly leaving Sugilite to hunt her new prey.
 

While Aventurine certainly appreciated the attention from the investors, it was a lot of work continuing to put on a facade for them. For the most part, the night had been productive. Business cards had been exchanged, and there were a few investors that seemed to be interested in him. The Avgin recognized those predatory stares, and while he had no intention on entertaining such devious activities, the Avgin knew that those people would be the easiest to manipulate. He wasn't sure how long he spent in the grand ballroom, but as the event winded down, Aventurine was wondering how long he needed to stay here.

“You are Aventurine, are you not?” A voice spoke out to him.

The Avgin turned around to see a woman dressed in a slinky, backless, black dress with a high slit and black gloved fingers. She was a tall slender woman with deep red hair, sharp ears and pale skin. She was stirring a drink in her hand with a straw absentmindedly. “I am.” He replied. “A pleasure to meet you… And you are?”

“Obsidian.” She chimed back. “I apologize I couldn't be at your coronation as the new Aventurine. You really have made a splash compared to the previous one.”

Aventurine paused, not sure what to think of that knowledge. He never had considered what happened to his predecessor but knew the man had likely gotten in trouble for the chaos he caused back then. “I still have a lot to learn, but I take one investment each day at a time.”

“It's all one can do.” She said with a pleasant smile. “Tell me, can I get you a drink?”

“Not really one for alcohol.”

“Oh we can certainly get you a virgin drink. I know you've been busy tonight with speaking to the investors and CEOs. They are usually… overly excited when a new Stoneheart joins our ranks.” She mused motioning for the boy to join him at the bar. The bartender gave Obsidian a sweeping bow. “A Blood Orange Spritzer for my friend, no alcohol.”

“Yes ma'am.” He replied before mixing the drink.

When it arrived, Aventurine graciously took the Spritzer. “Thank you, Miss Obsidian.” Aventurine said.

“Of course,” She replied. “If there is anything that I can do to make your job easier. You need but reach out to me if you have any questions.”

“Have you been a Stoneheart long?”   

“Hmm, let's just say long enough.”

Aventurine was impressed. “Does Diamond ever come to these events?”

That only made Obsidian chuckle. “Diamond is a very busy man. Let's just say if you see him, then that likely means you are in trouble. It's best to keep him at a distance to express your love and adoration.”

“Good to know.” He was about to take another drink before the woman leaned down a bit closer, getting down to his level.

“What pretty eyes you have.” She whispered.

Aventurine was a bit taken aback by the gesture. “T-thank you.”

“I see why Sugilite speaks so fondly of you.”

Hearing the man's name had the boy's heart skip a beat. He turned around expecting to see the bastard behind him.

The momentary distraction was just what Obsidian was waiting for. The small packet that she was given was placed in cuff of her right glove. A straw had been inserted into the drug bag so she could control where the contents were poured in easily. The moment Aventurine's attention was turned, she tilted her hand over the boy's cup letting the drug dissolve. It was tasteless and odorless but if she knew Sugilite, it would work quickly.

When Aventurine didn't see Sugilite he relaxed, turning his attention back to Obsidian. Now he was more on guard. It wasn't that she knew him that was the problem, but bringing him up did give him pause. “I'm afraid I'd like to keep my distance from him.” He said simply before taking a big sip from his drink to calm himself.

For Obsidian watching the boy seal his fate was enough. With her job done she seemed satisfied and lost interest in Aventurine. Sugilite was likely watching and would take over. As she suspected, the drug was already working its way in his system the way he was struggling to stand. “You don't seem well, dear.” She mused, seeing him hold the side of his head.

The Avgin wanted to say something, but he couldn't work out his train of thought. Just what in the world had just happened?

“Worry not, boy.” Obsidian said. “It seems that your savior has come to save his princess. Have a good night.” She said as she excused herself.

He was about to ask the woman what she meant when a figure started walking towards him. His vision was blurry as he focused on the figure. Aventurine squinted his eyes not believing who he was seeing. “...Ratio?”

The doctor came up to Aventurine with a concerned look. “I'm here.” He replied, letting a hand brush a stray blonde lock out of his face.

“But, I thought… you weren't interested in coming here?”

“I changed my mind.” He countered. “Did you miss me?”

There was heat that rose to Aventurine's face. “A little…” Though he had put on a brave face, danced for the investors, sweet talked the big wigs, being around Ratio brought a sense of calmness for him.

“Why don't we go somewhere quiet for a bit?”

Aventurine's gaze moved to the crowd of people. The event was winding down but he still had an obligation to be presentable should anyone wish to speak with the IPC representatives.  As he was about to answer, he felt his body lurch to the side. Ratio reached out a hand to hold him steady. When the Avgin was able to get his footing he shook his head. “Sorry…. guess I'm not feeling too well.”

The Doctor sighed. “I am sure that they'll understand if you are feeling under the weather.” He put a hand on Aventurine's hip to steady him. “I can take you to a room to rest.”

Right, the entire hotel was rented out for the event. Though coming here took a few system hours, the Avgin was planning on going back home. Ratio guided him to the rooms, and his vision was becoming progressively worse. He could see dark edges out of the corner of his eyes as he was walked over to the bed. When Aventurine was laid down, he felt Ratio's hand go across his cheek.

“Relax.” The Doctor murmured. “You are safe with me.”

Aventurine felt better with that knowledge. He closed his eyes as a wave of dizziness hit him.

Ratio crawled on the bed, his body draping over the boy's form. Unable to help himself, he planted a path of kisses from Aventurine's neck to his jawline.

There was a soft sigh that left Aventurine's lips from the intimate gesture. “Doctor I-” He didn't get a chance to finish when Ratio captured his lips. Unable to protest, he felt the man's tongue burrowing inside of his mouth. Their tongues wrestled together, and Aventurine was delighted to taste the man once again. A soft moan left his lips feeling Ratio press his body onto him. It was what he wanted, and the Avgin tried to open his eyes to see the man. His vision failed him though. Everything was a blurry mess of shadows and random colors. It should have worried him… all of this should have. It was hard to focus when he felt Ratio's hands slipping to his pants and undoing the belt buckle. He was divested of his pants feeling the change of temperature over his body. Aventurine had blacked out after that, occasionally opening his eyes and seeing scattered images. Of bright lights being aimed at him, of his legs being lifted off the mattress, of Ratio grunting above him, of sharp pain traveling through his lower body. He should have enjoyed the feeling, but something felt wrong not being able to respond to the Doctor.

The sunlight pierced through the blinds. Aventurine was abruptly woken up from the rays of the sun. His head was throbbing and there was drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth. Where was he? He didn't recognize the room at all. His memory was hazy as he tried to recall what happened last night. He remembered Ratio… the man had made out with him. That wasn't anything new, but what was is that he was lacking any clothing.

That made heat rise to the boy's face. The thought of having sex with the Doctor was wanted, but Ratio had always taken things slow with their relationship. As he turned around, there was indeed a body nestled next to him. “Doctor?” He said, pulling the comforter back to try to rouse his lover. When he did, his heart skipped a beat as he saw who was sleeping next to him, and very much just as naked.

Sugilite.

No… Aventurine's surprise morphed into one of confusion as he abruptly jumped off of the bed as if he had been burned.

The movement was enough for Sugilite to stir from his sleep. He opened his eyes, finding himself staring at a horrified and very naked Aventurine. “Good morning, Avgin.” He purred, sitting up on the bed.

Hearing the bastard's voice felt as though he was being punched in the gut. Never would he have slept with Sugilite of all people, but this was not a dream. It begged the question, how did he get here? “What did you do to me?” He said unable to keep the anger out of his voice.

Sugilite smirked watching the emotions play over the boy's face. “You sound upset. Funny how you had a different attitude last night.”

Aventurine's face was red as he heard that. He brought a hand to his head as he tried to recall what had happened. “I wouldn't have slept with you!” He shouted at him. He thought for sure he was in Ratio's company.

Yawning, Sugilite merely looked away from him reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “You did, and you enjoyed yourself. Thoroughly, I might add.”

Aventurine saw his discarded clothing on the floor and reached for them. There were so many questions he had, so much he didn't understand. All he could think about was just getting out of the room at that moment. “You did something to me! I know you did!”

Sugilite couldn't help but chuckle. “You think so?” The boy was right of course, but it hardly mattered at this point. The Stoneheart was smug, as he sent a message on his phone. “Before you do anything hasty, maybe you should take a look at your phone.”

Aventurine was buttoning his shirt as he heard the man's words. Even if he didn't want to listen to what the bastard had to say, he could at least call someone. Of course, when he thought about it, who would he tell? He didn't even remember what happened to him, it would be his word against Sugilite's and their past didn't do him any favors. When he opened the phone, there was a message waiting for him from Sugilite. It was a twenty second video showing him in bed, writhing and moaning under Sugilite, crying out as the other man thrusted inside of him. Even worse, he kept crying out for Ratio. Sugilite’s face was obscured in the shadows. It seemed that he had trained all of the lights on Aventurine when he had recorded it. The Avgin’s teeth grit together. “You son of a bitch!” He swore.

The older man seemed amused. He only leaned against the pillows as he spoke. “You are surprisingly vocal in bed. It would be a shame if the full hour long video was leaked.”

An hour long video? Just what had Sugilite done? He felt sick just thinking about what had transpired when he was vulnerable. “You'll never get away with this. When Jade finds out what you did to me-”

Sugilite's mouth twitched. Of course Aventurine would go to her, but he had one more card to play. “The only thing she'll be seeing is you slipping back to your rather questionable past.” He slipped off the bed grabbing a complimentary robe from the closet. As he wrapped it around his body he continued, “You really think you have any type of standing compared to me? Don't make me laugh. If this video gets leaked though… I imagine you are going to have to do a lot of PR to convince everyone you aren't willing to spread your legs to get a deal.” When Sugilite said that though, he couldn't help but laugh. “Then again, maybe that might be right up your alley… It's not like you aren't used to using your body to get results. I'm sure several Intelligentsia members can attest to that.” He paused, his expression becoming unreadable. “And dear Veritas… you kept crying out for him. Imagine the world knowing that a man of his stature is willing to sleep with a Sigonian whore. Unlike you, his reputation is impeccable in the IPC.”

Aventurine's fingers balled into fists the more that he heard the man speak. Being exposed didn't bother him, but Sugilite did have a point when it came to reputation. His was one that was barely held together given what he had done to get here. He was fully aware it would cause him unforeseen issues and diminish his standing within the IPC. And Ratio… he was so happy thinking he had gotten a chance to be with the good Doctor. If he found out what happened… Ratio would think less of him. “What do you want?” The Avgin finally asked.  

Sugilite smiled as he walked over to him. “You know exactly what I want.” Just to drive the point home, his hips rubbed against the Avgin.

Aventurine grit his teeth feeling the man's cock through the thin fabric. He forced himself to take a step back keeping his eyes downcast. “You haven't shown anyone the video?”

“No… and it'll remain that way as long as you cooperate. So, what say you, Number 35?”

He didn’t have a choice it seemed. Aventurine should have known better, the man had promised he’d put him in his place. He just had no idea how far Sugilite would go to do that.

Pleased that the boy didn't say anything, Sugilite leaned down and captured Aventurine’s mouth. The boy didn't respond, but he hadn't pulled away either. “Good boy. I will call you when I want you.” Tempting as it might have been to take him again, Sugilite had unfinished business with Obsidian. “Leave.” He commanded. The Avgin kept his mouth shut, brushing past the man before leaving the room with an audible slam of the door.

Left alone, Sugilite crawled back into bed staring at the ceiling. It had taken a while to get what he wanted, but his patience had come with the best outcome possible. For now he'd have access to the boy without having to worry about the two main people that would hinder his relationship with Aventurine. Jade would think it was consensual and protecting the boy would not apply. Veritas though… Sugilite's mouth pressed together as he thought about the man. He hoped Aventurine's guilt would prevent the man from finding out, but Ratio was a wildcard. Either he'd try to interfere or be disgusted with the Avgin and push Aventurine away. The two were close, that much was obvious, but for now he'd have to wait to see how he'd handle Veritas.  

It wasn't long before Sugilite heard the door to his room open. He didn't bother to open his eyes as he felt the bed dip and a hand went out to touch his face. Only when he felt Obsidian's lips over his own did he open his eyes, seeing the woman towering over him.

“Did you sink your teeth into your prey?” She asked.

“Tore out the juggler.” He added with a grin. “Thanks to you.”

“Indeed.” She spoke breathlessly. “And so, I ask for my pound of flesh as payment.”

Sugilite only closed his eyes when he felt her hands fumbling with his robe. He supposed that she was right, and while he normally was the one to take control, the woman had earned the right to use him as she saw fit. His head was tilted to the side giving Obsidian full access to his neck. Her sharpened fingernails pressed into the skin until the flesh gave way. Trickles of blood came from the wound and she gladly lapped up the crimson liquid.

“I forgot how good you taste Suggy.” She purred.

“Just get on with it… you have me for two hours.”

She giggled at the prospect. “And so I'll savor it.”

The moment Aventurine came back to his apartment, he was greeted by the cat cakes. “Hey guys.” He murmured, sitting on the floor with them. They mewled in response, curling around the Avgin’s form as he pet them. He noticed his hand was shaking as he took hold of one of the creature's paws. “Sorry it took me a while to come back to you guys.” Yet even as he said that, his voice cracked. He had been so happy when he thought he had sex with Ratio, but it was Sugilite again. Sugilite who had effortlessly trapped him in a compromising position.

How could he explain himself to Ratio? No… he couldn't do that. Somehow he had fucked up the only decent relationship he had. That bothered him more than Sugilite's blackmail. “I'm so sorry…” Aventurine squeezed his eyes shut feeling tears leaking out of his eyes. He couldn't stop it and for once, he didn't care.

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A/N: Apologies for this taking so long to update. I did contemplate dividing this section into two chapters. However, from a narrative perspective it would have broken the flow of the story for the reader and I didn't want to do that. As a result, this chapter is a bit longer than normal. Thank you again for all the comments. 

Aventurine spent an hour in the shower. He had used all of the hot water fairly quickly, but even the cold temperature of the water didn't faze him as his mind reeled. No matter how many times he tried to recall what had happened to put him in such a compromising position, he was met with a wall. He hated himself. That should have been the happiest night of his life being with Ratio, but it had all been a lie. That is what hurt the most. He had betrayed the man with Sugilite of all people. He couldn't understand why the man wanted him. Sugilite could have anyone that he wanted, and yet he continued to pursue Aventurine.  

The Avgin reached for the faucet finally turning the shower off. Water dripped off his body as weighed his options. For now, he'd play Sugilite's game, praying that the man would grow bored of him. By the other man's words, Aventurine was just a whore, and whores were expendable. Drying himself off, he glanced at himself in the mirror. His fingers moved to the scars on his stomach. It would be hard, but he had to get through Sugilite's games. Aventurine had built his life on a grand gamble, this would be yet another one he had to win. 

Aventurine didn't bother to put on clothing before moving to his bed. The cat cakes were already on the comforter as he slid under the covers. One of them licked his face, sensing that their owner wasn't in a good mood. It seemed to do the trick as the Avgin smiled at it. “Thanks.” He murmured as he tried to drift off to sleep. 

Despite Aventurine's best efforts, every time he closed his eyes he saw Sugilite. He hated that the older man haunted him, but he worried. He was supposed to meet Ratio today for lunch. After what happened, he hoped that he could keep up appearances. Ratio was exceptionally good at reading him. When the sun peaked in the blinds, the Avgin gave up before tending to his morning routine to get ready. 

Ratio was already at the restaurant by the time Aventurine had arrived. It was Ratio's lunch break between meetings, and it was a chance for them to meet before Aventurine was swept off to another mission. One unavoidable factor being part of the Strategic Development Department entailed being on call for any issue that might arise in their vast planetary portfolio. Since the two of them had started seeing each other though, they at least tried at the very least to meet on their downtime. 

One thing that did strike the Doctor as strange was that Aventurine was ordering heavy drinks. The Avgin did partake casually, but he had ordered his third Mimosa. Also, there were noticeable bags under Aventurine's eyes. “You look tired, Gambler.” Ratio mused. 

Aventurine found himself shrugging at the observation. It must have been obvious if Ratio had picked up on it, so he wouldn't deny it. “I didn't sleep well last night.” He murmured.

Ratio knew that was a persistent problem for the boy. When he slept over, it was usually Aventurine, the one that was up early. “Perhaps you should get something to help you sleep at night. I have a few tonics that might be of use for you.” 

The thought was a good idea honestly. He hated waking up to nightmares.

“You seem hesitant by the idea.” 

“Never had to use tonics or drugs before.”  Aventurine mused. “Not sure what effect it would have on me.” 

That had Ratio nod. “I see. I suppose that would inspire caution. Not all medicine is created equal. You may have to try a few different ones to find what you need. I can give you a few prescriptions for some of the mild ones if you would like? There is no harm in seeing if it would garner a better result for you.” 

The Avgin leaned back in his seat taking a sip from his drink. “Perhaps…” 

Ratio watched him carefully. Aventurine seemed to be more subdued than normal. “Was the Gala that taxing on you?” 

The boy's body froze abruptly when Ratio mentioned it. Right… he nearly forgot the Doctor knew he had been there. Aventurine chuckled trying to put on a dismissive air. “Well… the IPC certainly knows how to throw a party. I will give them that.” 

“Humph, a bunch of bureaucrats that are only interested in expanding their shares. When it comes down to it, it's all just an intrinsic show of power.”   

The Avgin sipped his drink listening to the Doctor. He wasn't wrong of course. The IPC had a vested interest in maintaining a strong presence in the cosmos. That meant being cozy with the right people and establishing relationships with them. “It isn't all bad, I've made my own connections. I'm sure they will come in handy.” 

Ratio made a soft sound in the back of his throat.

That made Aventurine grin. “I have you to fall back on, too. Really, I think I'm moving up in the world.” 

There was a look that passed on Ratio's face. Though it looked like the Doctor wanted to say something, he hadn't. The two finished their meal with small talk between bites. Time passed, and Ratio’s eyes moved to the large digital clock in the restaurant. Sadly it was getting closer to his planned meetings and he needed to prepare. He stood up before taking one last look at the boy. “Take care of yourself, Gambler.”   

Aventurine offered him a smile. “Of course, Doctor.” He watched Ratio leave, and his expression melted away. He gave a sigh, before going to throw his coffee cup away. There was no work from the IPC today, so he was free to do what he wanted. His phone vibrated. When Aventurine took it out, it was a message from Ratio. 

[Go to the IPC's Pharmacy, I put in three scripts for you. I hope they help.]

That made the Avgin smile. [Thanks, Doc.], he typed back before heading back to the market. After Aventurine picked up the scripts, he headed back to his apartment to relax. Hopefully he could meet up with Ratio later, but there was no telling how long he'd be busy. For now, the Avgin spent his time playing with the cat cakes, holding a makeshift cat lure up for them to bat with their paws. 

When he heard his phone vibrate, he reached for it expecting to see a message from Ratio. When he looked at it, his heart sank, realizing it was Sugilite. There was an address displayed as well as a simple command from the man.

[Be here at 8pm.]

Though Aventurine knew it was a matter of time before the bastard came to collect, it still was a hard reality to face. Until he could figure out how to delete that video that Sugilite had, Aventurine had little choice but to do what was demanded of him. Picking himself off the floor he responded. [Alright.] Was his only response. He had a few system hours to prepare, and he hated watching the minutes tick by. 

Aventurine wasn't sure what he was expecting when he arrived at Sugilite's intended destination. While he had to take a shuttle outside of the city center to reach it, he assumed that the man would just rent a hotel room for their sordid affair. Instead, he had to call a taxi. When the vehicle pulled up to the gates, the Avgin recognized the place immediately. It wasn't the first time he had been here, though before, he had been in chains as his Master dropped him off at Sugilite's mansion. Just like old times… Aventurine took a deep breath as he got out of the car. 

The mansion was surrounded by stone columns with jackal headstones. In between were steel gates sectioning off the area. Aventurine had suspected it was to keep people in rather than out. At the entrance of the gate was a security camera with a keypad. Aventurine pressed the call button knowing that Sugilite was expecting him. He only had to wait a minute before the doors automatically opened. The courtyard was decorated with trimmed bushes and exotic flora as he walked down the cobblestone path. 

Two steel metal doors were decorated with golden trim. As soon as he got closer, the door opened. A thin man with dark skin and dressed in a tailored made three piece suit bowed. “Welcome sir, if you would please come with me.” 

A butler no doubt. Aventurine said nothing as he was escorted from the main foyer.  The Avgin was led down a winding corridor. It was impossible to say how many rooms Sugilite's mansion had. They passed many doors and hallways that seemed to lead to everywhere and nowhere. It very much was a maze. He had known that Sugilite had an extreme form of decadence, but seeing it on full display made Aventurine ill. It was like being with his Master again. Then again, where Sugilite was concerned, perhaps that was the point. They finally stopped at a room at the end of the hallway. The butler motioned Aventurine inside, though he didn't want to go in, it was too late to turn back now.

“Your Master will be here shortly.” The butler replied.  

Aventurine had a problem with the phrasing. Before he could protest though, the door was slammed shut on him. The room wasn't like the one that Sugilite confined him before. The biggest change was that there were mirrors along the walls. Scattered across the ceiling were small LED lights that let just enough brightness in the room, though wouldn't inhibit the mirrors' reflection.  In fact, as he looked into the room, that seemed to be a key feature of being here. Each angle he could see a reflection of himself. Not only from the walls, but the ceiling, the floor… there was no place in the room that he couldn't see himself or hide. A bed was situated in the middle of the room, chainsthat hung from each bedpost. It was Sugilite's signature, he loved to tie the Avgin up. There was a nightstand that had some bondage gear on it, but Aventurine tried not to look too hard at what was there. Knowing the items would only make him feel worse. Despite himself he found himself going closer to the bed. Aventurine didn't have to guess that it would be soft, prepped with only the softest silks. A mockery of offering an illusion of comfort when what would happen on it would be anything of the sort. 

“So… you came.” 

The Avgin looked at the door, seeing Sugilite leaning against the frame. He didn't like the way the other man was looking at him, but it was too late to do anything about that now. “I wasn't aware you wanted me at your home for this.” 

That statement only had Sugilite chuckling. “Come now. You might be a Sigonian whore… but you are mine. I would like to savor you at my leisure.” 

Aventurine grit his teeth. “I'm not yours.” 

“And yet you will be on your knees before me.” He pushed himself off the door frame before closing the door behind him. He walked towards Aventurine, deliberately stalking towards his prize. There was no one to stand between them anymore and he would savor it. To Sugilite's delight, he could see defiance within the boy and the darkest part of him looked forward to crushing it. “I told you before… I'm not your previous Master and you will know your place, Avgin.” He raised a hand, slapping the boy on the side of the face. The action was so unexpected, Aventurine was caught off guard and staggered away from him. “You will present yourself before me. Nude, and on all fours, head pressed to the floor, and silent.”

Aventurine's hand went out to his cheek feeling the momentary sting. Present himself… again he wanted to protest the demand, but he remembered why he was here. He had agreed to this, knowing that if he defied Sugilite, his life would become more of a living hell. His fingers went to his shirt and began to unbutton it. His other clothing followed, dumped unceremoniously into a pile on the floor. His cheeks were flushed as he moved to his hands and knees. His forehead pressed against the having to use his arms to balance himself to keep from tipping over. His butt remained posed in the air as he presented himself to Sugilite. 

The older man was pleased as he glanced down at the Avgin. “When I call you, I expect you to be like this when you come to me. If you don't, you shall be punished.” He didn't wait for a response from the boy letting his fingers run over Aventurine's ass. He felt the boy flinch and chuckled. “Poor thing, you seem to have forgotten what my touch can do to you. No matter… you will beg me for it in time.” 

Aventurine disagreed, though he kept his mouth shut. It was too early to bring more unneeded harm to himself. The sooner he gave the bastard what he wanted, the sooner he could leave. Or, that is what he told himself. Forcing himself to be submissive again, to go along with this humiliation once more… it was a stark contrast to the persona he had built around himself as Aventurine. He had a feeling Sugilite delighted in bringing the old him back to the surface. The Avgin was knocked out of his thoughts when he felt a finger enter him. He should have been used to it, it wasn’t as though the man’s fingers were anything impressive, yet he tensed. 

Sugilite could feel the muscles trying to expel him, though he only forced himself deeper inside, letting his finger thrust into the boy. Controlling him would be vital, the threat of exposure was the reason that Aventurine agreed to this arrangement, but it wouldn’t be why he would stay. No… Sugilite had to take other precautions to ensure that the boy would keep on coming back. Pain was necessary, but not the only method he could use. He added in a second finger, rocking against Aventurine’s body. He found what he was looking for when he heard the Avgin try to stifle a moan. “Do you like that?” Not too surprising, the boy didn’t reply. Sugilite purposely aimed for that spot again and again. 

Aventurine couldn’t hold himself back from the assault. The more that the older man hit against that bundle of nerves, causing his body to tremble. Despite him wanting to not respond, he cried out, his face red from a mix of embarrassment and need that was pooling in his stomach. When a third finger was added, the Avgin curled on his side, forcing himself away from Sugilite’s hands. His breath hitched as he looked back at the man. “Just… fuck me already.” It would be so simple if the man just hurt him, but what he was doing was a mockery of intimacy. Aventurine did desire these feelings, just not with him. 

“That’s not how this works, slave.” Sugilite countered. Nevertheless, he did reach down, grabbing a fist full of blond hair. He heard Aventurine whimper as he was forced on his feet and shoved onto the bed on his side. He had to admit he was tired of waiting. Methodically, Sugilite worked off each piece of his clothing without taking his eyes off of the boy. 

Aventurine returned his gaze, watching with morbid fascination as the man stripped. Sugilite wasn’t the worst person to look at, to say he was unattractive would have been a lie. His dark skin was toned in all of the right places, and there wasn’t an inch of him that had a layer of fat out of place. Aventurine’s gaze moved to his cock. It was already standing half erect through the coarse, white pubic hair. ‘It’ll be over soon.’ He told himself as Sugilite crawled on the bed. His heart started beating wildly in his chest feeling the older man slide his hands over his stomach, casually petting the scars he had made.   

“Why do you tremble, Avgin?” Sugilite asked. 

It was a question that Aventurine couldn't answer. It wasn't as though this would be the first time he was forced to be in the older man's embrace, wasn't the first time that they had sex, but even so, the man still made him uncomfortable. Feeling the older man's fingers working their way between his legs he gasped. 

Sugilite was thrilled watching the way Aventurine tried no to react to what he was doing. It was an act of futility. He knew the boy's body intimately. Though it had been ages since he had Aventurine to himself, he had already imprinted on the Avgin. “Be honest, boy. You missed me.” He murmured, letting his fingertips brush over the tip of Aventurine's cock. He was rewarded with a shiver that seemed to run down the boy's spine. Unable to take it anymore, he pushed the Avgin’s legs on either side of his hips. Balancing on his knees, he positioned himself at the boy’s entrance. 
   
Aventurine let out a strangled cry feeling Sugilite entering him. Though he had been stretched, it hadn't been thorough enough. Sugilite was thick. The boy’s discomfort wasn't really factored into this though. Sugilite rolled his hips, thrusting deeper inside of him. It felt as though Aventurine was being gutted from the inside out. His gaze moved to the ceiling, watching their reflection with a detached expression as Sugilite took what he wanted. It was a sobering reality having to be in the same position as before. 

The older Stoneheart grunted, picking up his pace. He heard the boy scream louder, but that only excited him as his fingernails dug into Aventurine's sides. “That’s right Avgin, let me hear you.” He purred. 

It hurt, by the Aeons above it hurt. Aventurine’s fingers dug into the silk sheets, holding on for dear life as he prayed that the man above him would finish. 

Sugilite leaned forward, letting his legs stretch out behind him. His body draped over the Avgin, hovering his face closer to Aventurine’s. Just seeing the boy’s pained expression was exquisite. He had missed this… missed him. Sugilite kissed the tears falling down the boy’s face. He took what he wanted, and was able to savor each and every piece of his prize. 

Aventurine didn’t know how much time had passed as he lay there pinned under the man. It felt like an eternity before he heard the unmistakable groans and the haphazard way that Sugilite’s hips were moving. One last painful thrust and Sugilite’s body collapsed on top of him. He could feel semen coming out of him, and felt sick to his stomach. 

When Sugilite was able to recover, he rolled off Aventurine. He saw the boy curl at the edge of the bed, in a half hearted attempt to escape. It only had him chuckling. “Still so shy to admit your feelings. You should be honored to be chosen by me.” 

The boy didn’t understand why Sugilite was under the impression that he enjoyed this, or him for that matter. Never had the other man tried to get to know him, yet he insisted that Aventurine learn to debase himself and enjoy it. The difference between him and the Doctor was astronomical. “You’ll never be Ratio.” Aventurine spat at him. 

Sugilite's eyes narrowed. There was something about hearing Veritas's name that woke the predator inside of him. Ratio was his rival. Knowing that the boy harbored feelings for the Doctor when Sugilite was in front of him was an insult. He backhanded the boy, watching blood blossom from the Avgin’s split lip. “As if I want to be the man you fantasize about.” 

Aventurine's momentary spark of defiance was deflated from the sudden act of violence. Sugilite grabbed his wrists before forcing them in the chains at both sides of the headboard. The Avgin’s ankles were also secured leaving Aventurine on his back posed in a spread eagle. When he was secure, Sugilite got off the bed, grabbed his clothes and dimmed the lights leaving the boy in the dark. When Aventurine became lucid, he started to pull against his bonds. Though the chains rattled horribly, he couldn't move. He let out a frustrated scream, as the stress and anxiety got the best of him. If Sugilite or his servants were bothered by the sound, they didn't come into the room to silence Aventurine. He kept screaming until his voice got hoarse, until his lungs were struggling to get air. The Avgin was meant with silence, his outburst only tiring him out. 

It was hours when Sugilite came back into the room wearing an elaborate silk robe. He had a box in his hand as he walked over to the boy. “I have a present for you, Avgin.”

Aventurine’s gaze remained fixed on the ceiling staring at his reflection, not even acknowledging Sugilite. Whatever it was, it would be nothing good but he was well aware he was in a position that he couldn't tell the man ‘no’. The bed dipped with Sugilite's added weight on the mattress. He opened the box so Aventurine could see it. What Aventurine saw caused the Avgin's face to curl up in confusion. It was a metal contraption with a chainmail sleeve and a metal lock evident at the top of it. 

As if reading Aventurine's mind, Sugilite smiled. “This is a chastity cage.” He explained. He doubted that the boy had ever heard of such a device, but Sugilite had made it especially for the Aventurine. “As much as I would like to keep you here like old times, I realize that our positions will prevent that from happening.” Sugilite took the cage apart holding the pubic ring in hand. “So just to make sure I have your cooperation, we will use this to make sure you know your place, boy.” 

Aventurine winced, feeling the cold metal ring being pushed over testicles and then his penis until it rested against his stomach. With the ring in place, Sugilite slipped on the chainmail portion of the cage over Aventurine's cock. The tip had a small opening for his slit to urinate, but the chainmail was tightly woven interlinking light metal. Sugilite pressed the fastener between the pubic ring and cage together before taking a key and locking them securely together. It would be impossible for the boy to remove the cage without causing harm to himself and certainly he wouldn't be having sex with anyone with that on. 

It was a strange feeling as Aventurine looked down at himself. The implications hadn't caught up with him as Sugilite let his thumb roll over the tip of the chainmail. “I didn't agree to this.” He finally found himself whispering. 

Sugilite leaned down, placing a kiss on the boy's lips. “You have, and you did. Your life might be your own, but what you do is dictated by your Master. Your sexual deviancy needs to be brought under control… my control.” It would be the first step into forcing Aventurine to sever his relationship to Ratio. If Sugilite succeeded in that, he'd have full access to the boy without fear of retaliation. Knowing that he had forced Aventurine's hand, Sugilite reached for the chains binding the Avgin and released him. 

The moment that Aventurine's hands were free, he reached for the cage. The metal felt strange against his sensitive skin    

Watching the boy fondle himself, Sugilite was satisfied that he wouldn't slip out of the cage on his own. “If you try to remove that chastity cage, or have sex without my approval, your punishment will be severe.” He reached for his phone looking at the time. It was late and he had business in the morning. As entertaining as the night had been, he did have appearances to keep up for the sake of the IPC so he had to let the boy go. “You are free to leave, Avgin. We shall see each other soon.” 

Aventurine didn’t move out of the bed right away even after Sugilite left. He kept glancing down at the cage trying to remove it. The way it had been locked around him though, it would be impossible. As much as he lamented on his growing list of problems, he wanted to get out of here. The moment he sat up, he could feel semen spill on the floor. He had to force himself to take deep breaths as he put his clothing on. 

Though the Avgin didn’t have any trails of blood sliding down his leg, he was having trouble walking. It was yet another humiliation to suffer through as he let himself out of the room. A butler was waiting on him and he bowed before speaking. 

“I am to escort you off the premises, sir.” 

Right… Sugilite had so many rooms and doorways, he would likely get lost trying to get out of here. 

Aventurine was dragging his feet by the time he returned to his apartment. The cat cakes greeted him like always, but he just brushed past the creatures before heading straight to the shower. He dumped his clothes in a messy pile before turning on the hot water. It was scalding, though the Avgin didn’t seem to notice as a hand moved between his buttocks. Sugilite’s ‘gift’ was almost dry, and he had the task of making sure that the mess was washed away. A finger was forced into his entrance, grunting as he dug around for anything that was left behind. The boy’s face was flushed as he finished that task before going to clean the rest of himself off.

The water was cold again by the time that Aventurine left the shower. He dried himself quickly before going to his bed without bothering with clothes again. Collapsing on the bed, he just sighed burying his face in his pillow. The events of the day were a lot more taxing on him than he had thought it would be. A hand moved in between his legs feeling the cage. He couldn’t believe Sugilite’s audacity. It was becoming painfully clear that the bastard didn’t see him as a human being. What made it worse is he didn’t know if he could fight back against the man. “Lucky me.” He muttered, glancing at his nightstand. Ratio’s prescriptions were there. Aventurine reached for one of the bottles and popped two pills in his mouth. Whatever hesitation he originally had was gone as his mind reeled. He prayed that the good Doctor was right and it would give him some relief. 

It had been two weeks since the affair had started. Sugilite called for him five times during that time frame. Aventurine thought that it would get easier with each session, but that was never the case. It was like being poisoned, caught between craving the man’s touch for relief, and hating him for it. It didn’t help that Sugilite never tried to remove the cage either… which was starting to drive Aventurine crazy. Though he never considered himself overly sexual, just knowing he could do nothing about sudden urges was frustrating. The cage didn’t allow him to do much with an erection, and it was often painful as his skin rubbed against the chainmail. He had to ignore his urges which were becoming more of a problem.  It was another ordeal that he had to keep to himself knowing that Sugilite would use it against him though. 

The only time when Aventurine could genuinely forget about Sugilite was when he or the bastard were put on missions. In a strange way, it was almost a welcome break to have an excuse to not see the man. As much as Sugilite coveted the Avgin, it seemed that he wouldn’t make their affair obvious. Aventurine should have been thankful for it but… it felt like he was cheating on Ratio. 

The Doctor seemed to suspect nothing. Aventurine didn’t know if he should be thrilled by his amazing poker face, or disappointed he was so good at hiding the truth. In either case, it was their day to meet up and he was thrilled for it. A text came to his phone as he put on his clothes seeing the message.  

[Change of plans. Come by my place for dinner.]

The Avgin smiled. Perhaps he was getting tired of take out. It wasn’t a bad idea, Aventurine was getting tired of the scenery at Pier Point. He messaged the man back. [Sure, I’ll be there.]   

Time was always a fickle thing for Ratio. Though he was a simple consultant, he stayed busy. Whether that was for his own personal projects, helping out those on the Herta Space Station, the IPC, or even on his home planet, the Doctor never wasted his energy on anything he deemed to be meaningless. Lately though, he found himself continuing to wonder about Aventurine though. While he had not voiced his concerns, the boy was behaving out of the norm. 

The changes had been subtle over the course of a few weeks. Ratio had noticed a limp in Aventurine’s step that hinted at some type of injury in his lower extremities. Sometimes he sat to the side to relieve tension, or sometimes fidgeted trying to get comfortable at all. The Avgin also seemed to be quieter, spending his time staring at the background of wherever they might have been. Aventurine had always been curious, if not for broadening his own knowledge, just to get a rise out of people. Ratio was used to being teased by the boy. Even if it resulted in a tongue lashing, it was just part of who Aventurine was. 

There was also the alcohol consumption.  A gradual increase of liquor when they dined out. Two rounds of cocktails were increasing to three, then four. While the boy never said anything incriminating or hinted at the reason for the change, Ratio was suspicious. A part of it was out of concern for the boy, but he also wondered just what Aventurine was getting himself into. The IPC, despite all of the propaganda and charity work, weren't the poster child for morality. It was possible that Aventurine was keeping things to himself for the sake of his job. 

In either case, Ratio felt as though a change of pace was in order. Even if the boy wouldn’t tell him what the problem was, he could at least give him a good distraction. Something that he decided to do tonight. When he changed their plans, he was pleased that Aventurine agreed. 

Ratio spent the rest of the day preparing. Though not a certified chef, he was competent. Feeling nostalgic for his home planet, he made one of his mother's signature dish, Moussaka. His apartment was filled with the scent of the bechamel sauce and ground lamb as he prepared the dish. By the time he had finished baking the meal, the sun was starting to set. 

He heard his door open, and turned to see Aventurine entering. They had exchanged apartment keys when they started seeing each other. A large reason was to keep an eye on the cat cakes when Aventurine was pulled away, but the other times were to meet. 

“Smells good in here, Doc.” The Avgin said with a smile. “This your attempt to wine and dine me?” 

“Humph, I figure we could do with a change of pace. Besides, I am growing bored of the restaurant's menus.” 

“Fair enough.” He glanced at the Moussaka. “Guess you don't need any help with anything else?” 

“No, you can take a seat. I'll be right with you.” 

Aventurine only nodded before going to sit down at the kitchen table. There was a chilled bottle of wine in a bucket. The Avgin didn't think twice about reaching for it, and pouring the alcohol in the two wine glasses that were on the table. Unable to help himself, Aventurine finished half of his glass enjoying the taste of it. 

Ratio came to the table with their plates. There was a generous helping of the Moussaka with slices of baguette bread and a side salad. 

“You've really outdone yourself.” Aventurine mused looking at the plate. 

Ratio seemed to only grunt at the compliment before he joined the Avgin on the other side of the table. Throughout dinner, he watched Aventurine help himself to his dinner as well as over half of the wine bottle. When their plates were emptied he was surprised to find that the boy seemed a lot more relaxed today. “Did you enjoy the food?” He asked.

The Avgin chuckled. “Of course I did.” He murmured. “I'd like to return the favor but… can't say I know how to cook myself. We mostly just had the very basic spices for the meat we hunted.” 

“An unfortunate course of action that one has to take when keeping up with herd animals. You should not worry about what you could not control. As I have told you many times, there is always room for learning new techniques. Cooking might not win you points for survival but it is a good skill to have.” 

“You are probably right of course, Doc.” He grinned. “Well, I did enjoy dinner, but I'm interested in dessert now.” 

That had the Doctor arch his brow. The boy’s innuendo was hard to miss. There was that primitive part of his brain that was activated again. Another perk to eating at home was they could fool around without any prying eyes. It wasn't as though anyone knowing they were together was a problem, but it was just better to keep gossip from spreading. Ratio pushed himself out of his chair, walking into the living room. “Come then, Gambler.” There was a glint in Aventurine's eyes as he followed him. 

Ratio slipped into the loveseat with the Avgin beside him. Unable to stop himself, Ratio leaned over, capturing Aventurine's mouth. It had been a while… he had almost forgotten what the boy tasted like. Aventurine must have felt the same way with how eager he was to return his affections. Ratio felt the Avgin's hands fisting in his hair. It held him firmly as the boy's tongue explored his mouth. Aventurine leaned on Ratio, coaxing him to lay on his back. The Doctor obliged, having the boy half draped on him. 

When Aventurine finally broke the kiss he was panting. A tint of red was evident on his cheeks as he stared into Ratio's eyes. Whether it was the alcohol, or the longing, he wanted to be with the good Doctor tonight. “Let me take care of you.” The Avgin purred planting kisses down Ratio's neck. 

The Doctor sighed feeling the boy’s fingers curl under his shirt and expose his chest. He gasped feeling Aventurine’s tongue tease his nipples. They immediately hardened from the simulation.

Aventurine chuckled watching the way that Ratio responded to him. It was nice to know that he was the one that was able to inspire such feelings in the man. He continued, placing issues over his chest lowering his body until he reached the hem of the man’s pants. The Avgin could feel how excited Ratio was. His fingers moved to the button, peeling back the only thing coming between himself and his prize. Aventurine pulled down the pants and underwear revealing a semi erect Doctor. 

“That’s a good little slave.” 

Aventurine’s heart sank when he heard that voice. His body seized up hearing Sugilite’s words. No… not him, not now. 

“You should only be thinking about your Master.” 
  
“Shut up.” The Avgin growled. 

Ratio glanced down at Aventurine hearing the tone. “Gambler?” 

Even now when Aventurine had what he wanted, still he thought of Sugilite. There was a clarity that finally snapped Aventurine out of lustful stupor. He pulled away from Ratio, looking away from him. 

There was confusion that lit the Doctor’s face. The haze of lust was pulled away as he watched the boy. “What’s wrong?” 

“I…” The Avgin struggled trying to put into words what was bothering him but he couldn’t. This… this was wrong. “...I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Ratio seemed hurt. “Gambler, wait-” 

It was too late, Aventurine was already bolting to the door like a wild animal. He had to get away before he said something he would regret. The door slammed behind him as he left the apartment. 

The Doctor sighed as he sat up on the bed. Just what in the world was that about? He had thought that enough time had passed that they became comfortable around each other. That seemed to be his general consensus even with Aventurine having his odd mannerisms. 

Perhaps he had read the situation wrong? Either way, it would have been bad to leave the night on that note. He hoped that a simple conversation would clear the air between them. Making up his mind, he got dressed, deciding to speak to Aventurine. 

Ratio didn’t know what he expected to find when he went to Aventurine’s apartment. When he opened the door, it was clear that no one was home, though the cat cakes were crowded at the door. They mewled pitifully at the Doctor as he leaned down to pet them. “Where did that Gambler run off to, I wonder.” He mused. Aventurine didn't have many friends despite his outgoing personality. In fact, he was sure that he was one of the few people that the Avgin could call a friend. 

“Miss Daddy.” One of the cat cakes cried pitifully. 

Ratio was shocked when the creatures spoke to him. He had been aware they had some sentience, but usually they preferred archaic means to communicate. The fact they felt the need to speak to him about Aventurine was alarming. “He hasn't been around?” 

“Gone lately… all alone.” Another one chimed.

The Doctor knew this was not normal. Aventurine loved the cat cakes, it was doubtful he would not want to be with them. Given what had happened tonight, he was getting more concerned. 

It was dinner, arguably Sugilite’s favorite time of the day. After the nonsense of the morning was put behind him, a full course meal was soothing for the soul. Though he ate alone, there usually was no less than ten dishes served even if the general ingredient used was the same. That was one of the benefits of cooking. There was never a set way to prepare a meal. It was something that Sugilite’s cooks knew too well when they made dishes for him. His butler stood at attention ready to wait on anything that he wanted. As he was about to eat, his phone issued an alert. 

The Stoneheart found himself sighing as he glanced down at it. “Now what.” He mused. Cameras were placed in all corners of his mansion, and was able to tell when someone moved that wasn’t one of his staff. Strangely enough, it was at the front gate that someone appeared to be waiting to be let in. Sugilite was surprised to see Aventurine of all people there and smiled. He hadn’t called on the boy today so it was strange that he came of his own free will. This would be interesting. He turned to his butler. “Let the boy in and escort him here.” The man bowed before excusing himself to fetch the Avgin.  

It was moments later that Aventurine appeared with the butler in toe. “Your guest, sir.” He murmured before going back to his post waiting for instructions. Sugilite regarded the boy with a smirk. “Miss me already, Avgin?”  

Anger radiated off of Aventurine watching the other man. “Take it off.” 

Interesting. It seemed that the boy was responding poorly to his cage. It wasn’t a surprise, normally one introduces such methods gradually to their submissive, but it was necessary to make sure that Aventurine knew who was in charge. He waved a hand to his butler. The silent motion was enough for him to get him to start to serve the first course. The butler pulled away the first covered dish, revealing a hamam mahshi. He reached for his fork and knife as he cut a portion from the bird. “And why would I do that?” 

“You have no right to keep me like this.” 

Sugilite devoured a piece of the pigeon in his mouth. The unique flavors melted in his pallet. He took his time savoring his hors d'oeuvre forcing the Avgin to wait on him. “Right, you say?” He gave a sigh as he glanced at the Avgin. “The problem with allowing a slave a bit of freedom is that they expect it wholeheartedly.” The man's mouth pressed into a thin line. “Perhaps I didn't make myself clear on the relationship we share. You, Avgin, are my slave. Your mouth should only open to take my cock. Your voice will sing praises to your master, and your body, a vessel that I control in every aspect.” He stated, before going back to finish his first course.  

Aventurine balled his fists when he listened to the bastard. He wanted to deny it all, but the problem was that he was that way. Even before being Aventurine, Sugilite knew his painful past and wouldn't let him forget it. 

“That does beg the question… of why you would dare expect me to do such a thing?” 

The Avgin's gaze fell to the floor as Sugilite asked that. The reason was because he wanted to fuck Ratio. He wanted to forget about Sugilite and his blackmail but for a moment. Maybe it was selfish, but it was what he wanted, what he always had wanted.  

Though Aventurine had kept his mouth shut, it wasn't hard to guess the reason. Sugilite knew that he and Veritas had been seeing each other. Even if it was purely platonic, he had seen the pair around enough to know that the boy was emotionally invested in the good doctor. If he could have gotten away with killing Ratio, he would have. Unfortunately the man was well liked and respected in the IPC. Even putting a hit out on the good doctor was a high risk. There would be too many questions poised for him to escape the scrutiny of it all.   

Sugilite raised his hand for the second course. The butler moved to the next covered dish. A crab based soup with sweet chili and lemon sauce. The butler grabbed a porcelain bowl off to the side. A ladle dipped into the soup, scooping up a generous portion before it was placed in front of Sugilite. The man reached for his spoon to take a bite from his dish. “Did you really think you would be able to have a lover without my approval?” 

For a while, Aventurine thought he would be able to. But it was clear that the cage had more than one function that he hadn't foreseen. “I want him.” The Avgin said. 

Sugilite took another bite of the soup before setting the plate off to the side. His butler silently picked it up, putting it in a bin to be cleaned up later. Hearing Aventurine voice his wants… it was a confirmation of the transgressions that the boy was doing behind his back. Sugilite pushed himself off his seat before walking where Aventurine was. He reached out and grabbed the Avgin by the collar, forcing the boy to look at him. “You will never have him.” He said coldly. 

It wasn’t fair. “I haven’t done anything to you!” He shouted at the man hysterically. 

Sugilite narrowed his eyes. He dragged the Avgin to where the table was before slamming him on the table. Aventurine’s legs dangled off the side. Sugilite heard the boy cry out but ignored it, keeping a hand around his throat and started to squeeze. “You dare interrupt my dinner, make demands of me, haven’t presented yourself appropriately, and then claim you’ve done nothing wrong? You have audacity, boy.” He muttered.

Aventurine was gasping for breath feeling the man crush his airway. “S-stop!” He pleaded trying to get any type of leverage to get away. It was a futile effort, the more that he struggled, Sugilite seemed to only calmly tighten his grip until he was on the verge of passing out. When he stopped moving, that was when the man relaxed his grip, though he still loomed over the Avgin. 

Giving a dramatic sigh, Sugilite turned to his butler. The man had been silent watching the display with a certain detachment. Just about all of the staff employed under Sugilite knew of the man’s particular habits. As long as they were paid, they turned a blind eye on what their benefactor did. “Courses three through six… what are they?” 

The butler recited them from memory. “Your menu items include stuffed mushroom with blood sausage, pork cheek with a celery and tarragon blend, salmon with mango-citrus salsa.” There was a pause as he continued. "Your... special meat slow cooked with sand carrot, puffed wheat and puntarelle.” 

That only had Sugilite grinning. “I see.” A hand went to Aventurine’s pants, tearing them off. “Plate me my special meat and the salmon.” He ordered the butler. 

Aventurine squeezed his eyes shut feeling his clothing being stripped from him. It was bad enough having to put up with Sugilite, but now there was someone in the room watching this all happen. He was flipped on his back, legs still dangling off the sides of the table with Sugilite wedged between his legs. 

The man was casually removing his own clothes as he spoke to the boy. “Since you volunteered to come to my home, I hope you don’t mind if I partake in you for the night, Avgin.” The butler brought two plated dishes on either side of him along with a fork, butter knife, and a sharper steak knife. Sugilite reached for the steak knife letting the tip of the blade dig into one of Aventurine’s old scars on the stomach. He heard the boy cry out as he started to bleed from one of the wounds. Bringing the bloody knife up to his lips he tasted it. “I can’t get sick of how divine you taste.” He purred. 

Aventurine was still not wanting to make the wounds deeper. Then again, maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad, his life was clearly not his own any longer. No matter how many times he had struggled against being free, he’d be a slave to someone. It was a sobering reality as Sugilite grabbed hold of his own cock, pressing himself at Aventurine’s entrance. There was no preamble or warning as the older man forced himself inside. 

Sugilte ate, between his thrusts into the Avgin, he took bites from his dishes. He decided to take his time, torturing the boy. His hips grinded against Aventurine, forcing himself deep inside of the Avgin's body. He got what he wanted when he listened to Aventurine moan as his prostate was hit repeatedly. He didn't like giving the boy pleasure, but he recognized the significance in providing it. The Avgin could only get those types of feelings from him now, so of course it was something to exploit. “Look at you…” He spoke to Aventurine, “You went to Ratio to find relief, but look how happy you are.” 

Aventurine's cheeks were flushed, his mouth half open panting hard. He didn't understand what was happening to him as Sugilite kept moving inside of him. He knew that his cock was trying to become erect in the cage, but it only rubbed against the chainmail. It was too much. “Please…” He cried out.

Sugilite was pleased watching the boy become undone. “Tell me what you want?” 
   
The Aventurine’s eyes squeezed shut. How much suffering was he supposed to endure? How many more times was he going to be humiliated? “I…” 

“I can’t hear you, Avgin.” 

He sobbed again. “I want to come.” 

“Sigonian whore.” Sugilite purred, though he obliged him, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, slamming himself harder into Aventurine's body. Watching the boy become undone was a godsend. His body twitched, his back arched, his cheeks burned bright red. When the Avgin orgasmed, the semen ran between his legs. The sight was enough to push Sugilite over the edge. Forcing his seed inside of the boy, the man sighed contently. 

Silence persisted as the two men caught their breaths. Sugilite was the first to recover, turning his attention to his butler again. “What is for dessert?” 

“Truffle ice cream with gold flakes and chocolate liqueur.”   

“Plate it on the slave.” 

The butler moved swiftly to the micro freezer and grabbed the ice cream along with the other ingredients from a tray. Moving to the Avgin, a single scoop of ice cream was placed on his bloodied stomach. The chocolate liqueur followed and Aventurine winced as alcohol hit his wounds. The gold carat flakes were sprinkled on the top to finish off the presentation. 

Sugilite grabbed a golden spoon eating the desert off the boy. The blood laced in the ice cream was an added layer of flavor. He would make a note to do that again. When he finished, Sugilite tapped the golden spoon against Aventurine's cage. It was interesting to see that the boy had come, but he didn't comment on that. The shame the Avgin would no doubt feel for getting off would stay with him tonight. He scooped up a spoonful of the boy's semen as he spoke. “This is all your fault, you knoww. What did you expect from trying to have a relationship with Veritas?”  

Aventurine grit his teeth. Had he been in the right mindset, he would have questioned why Sugilite cared who he spent his time with. He would have noticed the jealousy within the man's tone the way that he had said Ratio's name. As it was, perhaps Sugilite did have a point. There was no way that Aventurine could have the relationship he wanted as long as this man was in his life. 

Sugilite wondered if the doctor was aware of what was going on. Either way… the fact the Avgin had come to him meant that their relationship was becoming strained. Good… It was time to end this little game and isolate the boy. Enough time had passed, he was sure that Aventurine would be conditioned to accept his fate. “You have no future with him. Cut him from your life, it'll save you heartache in the end.” 

The words had Aventurine's eyes waiver as he heard that painful truth.

Sugilite licked the spoon, savoring Aventurine’s flavor before he stood up, walking towards the door. Knowing that the boy was at his low point, he hammered the point home. “The only person that gives you the pleasure that you crave is me. It's time you accept that, Avgin.”     

For three weeks, Ratio had been met with silence since Aventurine had left his apartment that night. He might have attributed it to the boy being busy but… something told him it was more than that. Despite his best effort to not think about the Avgin, he was on the Doctor's mind constantly. The cat cakes had no reason to lie about Aventurine's absence. That begged the question of where the boy was going. Asking him outright might do more harm than good.  

To put his mind at ease, he devised a means to find out the truth. A simple method, but hopefully it would shed light on the Avgin's behavior. He had gone to his lab to piece together a GPS unit. Putting it together wasn't a problem, but trying to figure out how he would plant it on Aventurine was. It had to be an article of clothing or a piece of equipment that the boy would use often. After brainstorming, he decided to focus on the Avgin's jewelry. He knew that he liked being flashy, he'd always carry them purely as a status symbol and to flaunt the power of the IPC. Ratio needed to make a replica, the trouble is, which piece? In the end, he decided to place the GPS in the earring. While it wasn't the most inconspicuous jewelry, Aventurine never seemed to leave home without it. 

Making up his mind, he set to work researching the earrings design. After a few days of testing and being sure that it looked like the real thing, he went to Aventurine's apartment in the early hours of the morning. As quietly as he could, he let himself into the room, navigating to the Avgin’s bedroom. The cat cakes stirred at his appearance though Aventurine didn't so much as move. On the nightstand, Ratio saw pill bottles. Apparently the induced sleep from the drugs did its job well. Regardless, the Doctor was quiet as he slipped into the Avgin's bathroom. He saw the earring laying on the sink and did a side by side comparison. Thankfully they looked identical, and minus being slightly heavier, hopefully Aventurine wouldn't notice. Swapping the tracker out, he left just as quickly as he came. 

There was a part of Aventurine that hated himself more and more every day. Mostly because he kept doing what Sugilite demanded of him. He should have fought back, resisted the man at every turn, but such acts of defiance only quieted the more time that was spent in the man's company. If he wasn't with Sugilite, he was doing work on behalf of the IPC. He had just gotten back from a mission and filed his report with Jade. As he walked down the hall, his heart skipped a beat seeing Ratio coming from his office. He would have avoided the man entirely, but it seemed that he was noticed by the Doctor. 

“It's been a while, Gambler.” 

Aventurine watched him carefully. He smiled, his fake, plastic smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Yeah… it has.” 

There was an awkwardness Ratio felt between the pair that hadn't been there before. “Would you like to grab lunch today?” 

He did… but there would be no point. Sugilite's words ran through his head. No matter how much he desired Ratio, it could never work out between them. Regardless how he felt, he had to let the Doctor go from his life for both their sakes. “Sorry… but I can't.” Ratio's expression changed when he heard that. For a moment Aventurine thought that he saw hurt flicker across his face, though the Doctor quickly recovered and had a stoic expression on his face. 

“I see. I'm sorry work has been keeping you busy. Perhaps another time then.” 

Aventurine stared back at him, his heart was pounding in his chest. He had to do this. Because if he didn't… Ratio would know what was happening to him and he couldn't risk it. “I'm sorry Doc, but there won't be a next time.” 
 
The Doctor looked away from him as he took in the Avgin's words. Though he had suspected it might come to this, he wasn't prepared to hear it. The GPS had given him great insight as to what was going on with Aventurine for the last month. Perhaps it was time to confront the person behind it. For now though, he had to make sure that no more harm could befall the boy. There were some preparations that had to be made before that happened, but it was evident he needed to make his move tonight. “Understood. I wish you well, Gambler.” Without waiting for a response he brushed past Aventurine before making his way to the elevator. 

Aventurine was left in the hall listening to the retreating footsteps. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth wanting to stop Ratio, but he didn't utter a sound. Maybe that was for the best though, because he did want to scream, to beg for forgiveness. Somehow he managed to remain standing as his body trembled. He walked back to his office, shut the door behind him and sobbed. 

Aventurine didn't leave his office. Even after the sun had set, he still refused to move and didn't have the work to show for it. Despite him supposed to be submitting a report, he hadn't even got a quarter of the way done. He knew that he should have just gone home, but he wasn't prepared to do that. Staring blankly at the holographic monitor, he was jolted out of his thoughts when a message came through on his phone. It was from Sugilite. 

[Come to my office.]

He didn't want to know how the man knew he was still in the building, but it hardly mattered. The only godsend was he wouldn't have to go to the mansion at this late hour. Dragging himself out of the chair, he moved down the hallway to Sugilite's office. Aventurine didn't bother knocking on the door when he saw the light on. The man was talking to someone on the phone as he walked in the center of the room. Mechanically, he started to remove his clothing before getting down on his hands and knees, pressing his forehead to the floor with his butt in the air. 

Sugilite seemed pleased that the boy had presented himself, though he continued his conversation. “Yes, feel free to drop by at your leisure. We'll be waiting for you.” With his business concluded he placed the phone back on the receiver before getting out of his chair turning his attention to Aventurine. “Not like you to stay at the office late, Avgin, but I suppose you saved both of us some time.” 

Aventurine said nothing listening to the sound of the footsteps coming closer to him. Without warning, he felt his hair being grabbed, and was forced to look at the man. As usual, there was no humanity in Sugilite's eyes, only someone that had cruel intentions. 

“Time to earn your keep, slave.” The Stoneheart replied. “Kiss me.” He said before releasing the boy and leaning on the desk.

Aventurine crawled on hands and knees between Sugilite's legs. He reached for the man's belt before unfastening it, and freeing Sugilite from the confines of his underwear. The Avgin's mouth kissed over the head of his cock before taking him into his mouth. His head bobbled over Sugilite's length, sucking the man off. The wet sounds of his throat working over the man was the only thing that Aventurine registered, determined to please his master. 

“You are getting better at this, boy.” Sugilite said breathlessly, petting Aventurine's hair. 

The Avgin relaxed his throat forcing more of Sugilite inside of him. At this point, the quicker that he got the man off, the quicker that he could leave. He had gone through this enough to know what turned the man on and when he felt Sugilite's hips rock in tandem with the way his head was moving back and forth, he flattened his tongue, rolling it over the tip of his cock. He was rewarded with the taste of precum dribbling down the back of his throat. Somehow, Aventurine managed to avoid gagging on it while listening to Sugilite moan in absolute pleasure. As much as he wanted to get the man off, it seemed that a blow job wasn't the only thing that Sugilite wanted to do to Aventurine tonight. 

The man pulled away from the Avgin's mouth abruptly, before stepping away from the desk motioning Aventurine to take his place. “On your stomach.” He whispered. The boy obeyed, half laying on the desk. Sugilite spread his legs apart before rubbing himself at Aventurine's entrance. 

The boy cried out when Sugilite entered him. The saliva might have helped ease the man inside of his body, but it hurt. He felt Sugilite take hold of his hips before thrusting himself inside. It seemed like an eternity before he felt the man start to stagger. Sobbing, Aventurine's head pressed against the desk as the man gave one last deep thrust before he orgasmed. Semen trailed down the Avgin's leg praying that Sugilite was done with him. 

The Stoneheart sighed before straightening himself up. As usual, Aventurine didn't disappoint. “Good boy.” He teased the Avgin before going to sit back in his seat.

“Are you done with me?” Aventurine spat back, not in the mood for the man's games. 

“Not quite… but feel free to stay as you are. This shouldn't take long.” Even as he said that, the door to his office opened. 

Aventurine heard the sound and tried to stand up straight. His body was not prepared for that though, and immediately fell to the floor. His hand immediately went to try to cover himself up. It was bad enough being nude before Sugilite, but now someone else? As he looked at who entered, he was surprised to find a familiar face. “...You.” 

Obsidian was dressed in a red blouse, black slacks, and three inch black high heels, sporting an oversized purse. She stared at Aventurine for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I wasn't aware you were playing with your toy, Suggy.” 

Sugilite smirked. “You were taking too long. I couldn't help but indulge.” 

While the woman wasn't at all thrilled to be caught in the middle of her partner's indulgence, she was grateful that the man had thought of her. She moved closer to Aventurine before sending a high heeled shoe in the middle of his chest so he was pinned against the desk. 

The Avgin made a pained sound feeling the heel dig into him. The way that she was looking at him, made him wonder if he had offended her somehow. 

Her contempt was obvious as her mouth pressed into a thin line. “I hope you are worth it, boy.” She removed her heel before reaching in her purse and pulled out a butterfly needle connected to a tube. There was no preamble as she grabbed Aventurine's wrist, searching for a vein with her hand. It only took a few minutes before she inserted the needle into him and pulled out a blood bag connecting it to the tube. 

Aventurine was bewildered to move as his blood was drawn, not understanding why any of this was happening. He wisely kept his mouth shut not wanting to bring any more attention to himself. When the blood bag had been filled, Obsidian placed a gauze pad over the injection site before pulling the needle out. It was clear that the woman had some medical knowledge the way she handled herself. When Aventurine had stopped bleeding, she placed a bandaid over the wound, before standing up. Just as abruptly as Obsidian had come into the office, she left, leaving the pair alone. 

Sugilite let out a sigh watching the woman leave. He had given her what she wanted, and hopefully she would be more accommodating should he ask for a favor again. For now, he considered them square. 

“I thought you wanted our meetings to be private.” Aventurine suddenly said. 

In truth, he would have preferred it that way, but he would make an exception where Obsidian was concerned. “A slave doesn't feel shame. Such feelings are trivial when your goal is fulfilling your Master’s pleasure.”

The Avgin grit his teeth at that. Right… he should have known. Everything was for the bastard after all. “Can I leave?” He asked again. 

Sugilite was silent for a moment before answering. “You may.” 

Despite the permission given, Aventurine had to take his time, plagued with being light headed as he slipped on his clothing and left Pier Point. Whatever report that he needed to give, would have to wait until later. 

Although his apartment wasn’t too far from Pier Point, Aventurine felt incredibly sluggish by the time he opened the door. The familiar sounds of the cat cakes had him look down. They waited for him… always waited for him. Despite feeling like absolute shit, he pushed through his discomfort and tended to their needs by feeding them and brushing their fur. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten around to it, but hearing the creatures’ happy purrs had him smiling. There was always something about the cat cakes that had Aventurine feel better. He couldn't help but think of Ratio. While he didn't mean to steal the cat cakes from the Doctor, it was easily one of the best gifts he had gotten from the older man. Just thinking about Ratio had Aventurine's mood turn somber. It was doubtful that he'd see the man again after what he had done tonight. The way that he abruptly left… he likely hated the Avgin now. Suppose he couldn't blame him, Aventurine had been cruel. But there was some good that would come out of it, he wouldn't have to worry about slipping up around the Doctor. 

With such heavy thoughts, Aventurine picked himself off the floor before retreating to the shower. Aventurine turned the water as hot as he could tolerate it before cleaning himself off. He worked the thick soapy lather over his body, imagining scraping away the way that Sugilite and Obsidian had handled him tonight. Cupping his cage in his hand, he made sure that he let the water penetrate the chainmail before carefully wiping it down. When he was satisfied, he let his fingers run over his ass. A finger pushed inside of his hole, trying to clean the mess Sugilite had caused. He inhaled sharply, meticulously clearing the semen and avoided stimulating himself as much as he could. Thankfully he had gotten better about warding off his primal urges and finished washing down his body. 

The steam had formed a heavy cloud by the time Aventurine had stepped out of the shower. He opened the door to his room to let the vapor disperse. He was too busy drying himself off with a towel to notice that his apartment door had opened. The Avgin was just tired, and when he was satisfied that he wouldn't track water in the bedroom, he let the towel drop on the floor moving to the bed. The cat cakes mewled watching Aventurine sit on the edge of the mattress. The boy pet one of the creatures speaking to it in a soothing manner. “There, there…” 

“Dad… be happy.” One of the cat cakes mewled out. 

Hearing them speak had Aventurine frown. “I'm… happy.” 

“A clear falsehood, if I do say so myself.” A voice spoke. 

The Avgin’s head jerked up hearing those words. Looking at the doorway, his heart skipped a beat when he realized who it was.  

Ratio's gaze moved over Aventurine's body. It was clear that he had lost some weight since he had seen the boy. He had suspected that the Avgin’s health had been suffering, but seeing it for himself was heartbreaking. He moved closer into the room able to see the chastity cage. Another puzzle piece that suddenly made more sense as he got a better picture of the situation. 

“You shouldn't be here.” Aventurine quickly said. His voice was bordering on hysteria hoping that he was just seeing things. The sound of footsteps didn't stop though, and knowing what Ratio was seeing had Aventurine panic. He stood up abruptly, though he backed away. “I… I don't want to see you!” He didn't mean it, but he had to say something, anything to get Ratio to leave. If he found out - oh god if he found out what was going on, what would happen to both of them?!   

The Doctor didn't pause. By now he had a good grasp of what was going on, and none of this seemed to be what Aventurine wanted. The Avgin was backed up against the wall, Ratio could see his fear and panic not sure how to deal with him. 

“Stay away from me!” Aventurine shouted at him. ‘I don't… I don't want to hurt you.’ He thought to himself. 

Ratio took a deep breath. They were only inches away from each other now, and yet, his movements were slow and deliberate. His hand extended, reaching out to touch Aventurine's cheek. The moment his hand connected, he saw tears run down the Avgin’s face. Ratio's expression softened, speaking gently. “Don't run away from me, Kakavasha.” 

A/N: For anyone curious, it is possible to cum in a cock cage. I did check a few sources. LOL. (I’m so going to hell, but the trip down there will be worth it.) 

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A/N: I got an email about this from AO3 so let me make a statement to clear up any confusion. Aventurine is an adult at all times in this story, yes even when he is a slave in chapter 1. His true age is not indicated because I could not find any hard evidence of it within canon material to confirm. As a result I mirrored what I interpreted from the text. There was a line that could have been interpreted as implying underage, but it was an honest mistake that has been corrected per AO3 mods. I don't know why whoever reported me didn't just ask me directly if it bothered them that much, but you do you.

My tagging behavior is -very- deliberate. The goal is to filter out readers that are easily offended/triggered and not have them interact with the story or me. It saves both of us time and headaches. Most of the tags I utilize are trigger warnings so it's up to the reader to curate what they want to be exposed to. If you think a tag needs to be added, by all means get in contact with me or drop a comment. However there is a caveat to that. I’m not in the habit of tagging every single detail in the story IE: BDSM covers cock cage usage and the master/slave dynamic for instance or giving away the full story in the tags (that’s just not fun). My goal is to pull a reader in and justify why they should keep reading the story.

The tone of my stories are pretty apparent at the start, and I will never apologize for my writing style or am seeking to change it because it makes someone uncomfortable. I have dealt with this type of behavior in another fandom and I am putting my foot down now. The type of content I write about is very niche even within the fandom community. It's not going to appeal to everyone and it’s not meant to. I am targeting specific readers. So for the last time, I do ask that readers kindly mind the tags and if it's not for you, see yourself out.

TLDR: I'm a problematic writer. My modus operandi isn't changing. If you are bothered by my stories or the content within them, don’t read.

~shadowlink06

If there was a time where Aventurine wished death had him into its embrace, it would have been now. His self worth had always been called into question, but no one, especially Ratio was supposed to see him like this. He couldn't take his eyes off of the Doctor despite being completely naked and exposed. It wouldn't have been the first time Ratio had seen him nude, but that was before the cock cage had been implemented.

“Gambler,” Ratio continued trying to choose his words carefully to not make things worse. “I want you to come with me.”

Aventurine looked away from him when he said that. “I… I can't.” Did the doctor not understand that they were over with? Despite himself he wiped his eyes trying to get himself under control.

It wasn't a surprise that the Avgin had refused. Ratio straightened himself out, giving the boy his space. “I have been patient enough hoping you would come to your own conclusions. However, given the circumstances, it appears I must intervene to prevent more tragedies from befalling on you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Aventurine denied.

Ratio sighed softly. This would be more complicated than he thought. “If you won't come of your own accord, there is at least someone you will listen to.” He reached into his pocket for his phone before sending a quick text message.

Aventurine was confused by the gesture. Before he could ask what Ratio had done, he heard his cell phone ring. Still out of his element he turned to Ratio giving him a questioning gaze.

“Answer it, Gambler.”

Aventurine didn’t want to, but it was clear whoever was on the other end wasn’t hanging up the way that the ringer kept going. Pacing over to his nightstand he grabbed the phone eyeing the caller ID. It was Jade. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as he pressed the receiver button. “Aventurine.”

[“Humph, you took your time answering. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were distracted by something.”] The woman replied. Her clipped tone hinted that she was ready for this conversation to be over with soon. [“I'll get to the chase. Ratio has requested you to help him renegotiating the newest contracts that are coming up with one of our premier partners. Ratio rarely asks for help, but when he does it's something that I can't ignore. It’s simply good business to reinforce our relationship with him and the Intelligentsia Guild for future endeavors. Simply put, It would be… in poor taste to not assist the good Doctor with whatever he needs from us.”]

Aventurine gaze moved back to Ratio. His expression was unreadable as they looked at each other. Giving a sigh, the Avgin spoke. “I assume, my current missions shall be put on hold until I get back?”

[“Naturally. So, do not give Dr. Ratio trouble, and do as you are told. We want to maintain a good relationship with our dear consultant for future endeavors.”]

The Avgin knew that nothing good would come from this, but given the language that was being used, his wants would not be considered. “All for the Amber lord.”

[“Indeed. Until we see each other again, child.”] Jade said before cutting the call.

With the conversation ended, Aventurine took the phone away from his ear.

Ratio stared at the boy hard. Although he didn't hear the conversation, he already knew the expected outcome. A request from Jade could not be ignored, and so he spoke again. “Get dressed. We are leaving tonight.”

That was a surprise for a number of reasons. “Where are we going? Is this business not being hosted on Pier Point?”

“No.” Ratio countered simply. “The people we need to speak to are numerous and they won't make the trip to Pier Point. It's why we are going to my home planet.” There was an underlying reason too but he'd dare not admit right now. He walked closer to the bed, petting one of the cat cakes. “You should pack for a month, although I confess it could be longer. It just depends on a lot of outside factors that I can't account for. I am planning on bringing the little ones with us. I'd rather not let them have another instance of feeling abandoned by their caregivers.”

Aventurine frowned at the thought of being gone that long. Technically it was a “mission” given to him, but he still knew that Sugilite wouldn't be happy. No doubt, the older man would make him pay for it when he realized where the Avgin had gone off to. Even if this wasn't his fault. Going over to his drawer, he started to slip on his undergarments. One thing he couldn't overlook was the timing of events. He had just broken things off with Ratio and now he was being forced to be in his company. “This changes nothing you know. I've made my decision with where we stand, Doctor.”

The statement had the doctor's fingers stop mid-motion petting the cat cake's fur. Still the boy was trying to protect himself, but he had shown Ratio enough. Whatever was going on with Sugilite wasn't healthy by any stretch of the imagination. Despite what Aventurine had said to him earlier at Pier Point, the way the Avgin's voice strained at each word, the way he refused to look at Ratio, the way he had clearly been disturbed tonight to the point of fear… what the boy wanted and what actions he took were at odds with each other. “Noted.” He said simply waiting for the Avgin to gather his belongings.  
 

Aventurine had always felt comfortable around Ratio. Even with his abrasive and standoffish attitude, the doctor was a good person. Why then, as they sat in the shuttle next to each other waiting to go off to Veritas Prime, was he so… scared? Ratio no doubt had many questions, but he had been oddly silent after they left the apartment. In fact, he seemed to be more focused with whatever academic tome he was engrossed with. It was as though nothing had changed, but it most certainly had. The doctor had to know that something wasn’t right. Now that Aventurine could actually think clearly, it only brought more questions to light. There was no way the doctor hadn’t seen the cock cage, but there was no mention of it, even when he got dressed. There was no pushback on why he was dumped hours earlier, no follow up questions when he reinforced that statement even when he packed. It was as though Ratio had accepted these anomalies as part of his everyday life. Perhaps that is what bothered Aventurine most of all, because maybe a part of him did want that emotional attachment with someone again. The one he lost when his family had died, the one that Sugilite had denied him by reminding him just how little he mattered in the grand scheme of things. He thought Ratio would see him differently, but perhaps that had been giving the doctor too much credit. Aventurine needed to stop doing that, he supposed.

Aventurine wasn’t sure how much time had passed by the time they made it to Veritas Prime. He had made it a point to drown his own misery in alcohol on the trip there. At most, the wine gave him a light buzz, which was a shame since he wanted to black out completely. At least if he was unconscious, he would stop over thinking. The Avgin paid dearly for his actions by the time they walked out of the shuttle platform. Despite this being the Avgin’s first time on Veritas Prime, he could not bring himself to take in his new surroundings. Sluggish as his actions were, he managed to follow behind Ratio. One hand contained a suitcase that had been haphazardly packed with what he thought he might need for this mission, and in the other was a kennel containing one of the cat cakes. The other two were housed in a single oversized kennel. Ratio’s fingers hooked around the handle pushing it on the wheels. A taxi picked them up making the final leg of the journey to Ratio's home. On the way, Aventurine eventually fell asleep, head pressed against the car window.

Though Ratio purposely kept to himself, he couldn't help but be relieved when they finally arrived at his home. It meant that he had more control over the flow of information and who had access to it. This wasn't the ideal route he would have chosen, but it was clear Aventurine was slipping further away from him. Under normal circumstances, he would have accepted those conditions without fail, but his relationship with the boy was more than just mere acquaintances. While there were times he found his companion to be over dramatic, he understood such a drastic change in behavior needed to be scrutinized. He thought that Aventurine would open up to him on the trip here, but it turned out not to be the case.

Ratio's home was a two story townhouse surrounded by apple orchards and away from the populace. Stone columns surrounded the property interwoven by steel gates. The house itself was made of greyish brick outlined by large window panes. From the outside, it mirrored the philosophy of its owner, a mundane appearance overshadowed by the intellect of the resident that lived inside. Ratio didn’t live lavishly, not because he couldn't afford it, but it offered him nothing of substance. He had created the schematics specifically to give him peace after dealing with the students at University of Veritas Prime. He was a harsh professor and known to push students to the brink. The three percent that pushed through his vigorous gauntlet of learning became the brightest in their fields of study. Aventurine may not have gotten a proper college education due to time constraints, but Ratio considered him his student. It was therefore unacceptable to watch his student languish in despair. At the rate that Aventurine was going, he would be laid out by a dumpster in Pier Point clutching a brown bag that had hard liquor hidden inside it, begging for scraps from his former coworkers. A horrible end to a brilliant mind.

When the taxi arrived at his home, he left Aventurine sleeping in the back careful not to disturb him. He took the boy’s luggage into the spare guest room before freeing the cat cakes on the bed. He came back out handing the taxi driver his payment before opening the passenger door on Aventurine’s side. He still hadn’t woken up. Ratio’s hand went out to his shoulder before shaking him. “Wake up Gambler.” It took a few seconds before those bi-colored eyes looked back at him. Though it was dark, they glowed under the moonlight. He was so beautiful even after all of this. Taking in a deep breath, Ratio helped him out of the car. The alcohol hadn’t run its course and the Avgin could barely walk. Holding onto the boy’s side, Ratio led him into the guest room, gently placing him on the bed. Aventurine was on the verge of passing out again, but he supposed it was for the best. “Your phone, give it to me.”

Had Aventurine been under the right mindset, he would have questioned why the doctor would want it. In all the times that they had worked together, Ratio never bothered with his personal belongings. The doctor’s hand was outstretched expectedly though, and he fished in his pocket before surrendering it.

Ratio stared at it for a moment before walking out of the room, and shutting off the lights as he went to his lab. Unfortunately for him, what he had discovered on Aventurine’s phone wasn’t really a surprise and only reinforced his own suspicions. The times that Sugilite had texted Aventurine to visit him coincided with the GPS information. While he wasn’t sure when the affair had started, one thing he was sure of is that the Avgin’s behavior had taken a noticeable turn after the Gala.

Then there was Sugilite himself. When Ratio realized that Aventurine had been sneaking off to see him, he had to wonder what relationship they shared to warrant such behavior. Short of sharing the title of Stonehearts and working for the IPC, the pair couldn’t be any more different from each other. Yet even looking at the messages between them on Aventurine’s phone, the strange device on the boy’s crotch, and even Aventurine’s behavior, the relationship seemed very one sided. Ratio supposed that is why he had trouble expressing his feelings in regard to this matter. He had always been of the opinion that in order for people to find enlightenment, one needed to confront their troubles. Aventurine was a capable individual, and yet it seemed that he was doing nothing to help himself out of the hole he had found himself in. Ratio swept through the messages once more to see if he was missing something.

That is when a video caught his attention. There was no title, though just by looking at the static frame, it hardly seemed like something that one would not send a coworker. It was a mere twenty seconds, but as Ratio watched it, there was anger that flared up in him. At last he understood why all of this was happening. The sound of metal crashed against the wall as he threw Aventurine’s phone against the stone. He didn’t have to look to know that he had broken the thing, a few pieces of plastic and metal slid across the floor, but he didn’t care. Ratio wanted the truth, it is why he had gone out of his way to put these circumstances in motion. What he hadn’t expected though, was to be truly affected by it. Aventurine was calling out to him, there was no doubt about that, but the man on top of him… it was clear who it was. “You bastard.” The doctor swore.

It felt as though a train had hit Aventurine by the time he woke up. He had trouble making out shapes from his hazy vision. When they actually did come into focus, he was in a room that he didn’t recognize. That was enough to put him on alert as he sat up in the bed, but much to his surprise (and relief) the cat cakes were nestled near him. Seeing his beloved pets curbed the anxiety threatening to overtake him. A hand went to his head trying to apply pressure to get his headache to go away, when it didn’t, he gave up crawling off the bed. Though he didn’t remember much after the shuttle ride, if he had to guess though, he was in Ratio’s home.

That was further proven as he walked through the home. Diplomas and accolades of the good doctor's works and inventions were scattered about the walls. He had known Ratio was a remarkable man, but seeing all of these awards for himself realize that despite his rags to riches story, he would never have what achieved for himself. The hallway opened up and Aventurine found himself in the den. Bookshelves were stacked to the ceiling with various texts of different subject matter. In between them, there were small decorations of vases, stone figures, and plants. The ceiling had a glass sunroof that let natural light in on the brightest days. In the middle of the room were two oversized leather recliners with matching coffee tables beside them. A loveseat that Aventurine was sure that doubled as a bed when the doctor didn't feel like dragging himself to the bedroom lay off to the side.

Ratio's form was still in one of the recliners. Though he heard Aventurine enter the room, he seemed more interested in the book he was currently reading and didn't turn his attention away from the passage he was going over. It was a rather curious book that one of the Intelligentsia members had compiled about capital punishments and the methods employed throughout the universe. No matter how many times humanity presented themselves to be above common beasts, subject matter such as this had him wonder about the plight of mankind. “So, you are finally up.”  

The Avgin didn't even want to know what time it was, a hand went to the side of his head to massage his temples. He didn't even want to know how late it was.“You should have woken me up.”

“I was hardly concerned. Given your heavy drinking on the way here, it seemed to be the only logical conclusion to let you sleep off your hangover.”

The Avgin could tell that Ratio didn't pity him. No doubt letting him ponder on his own poor choices. Unperturbed, he asked the real question weighing on his mind. “Jade told me that you wanted me to help you renegotiate contracts. Exactly what is the nature of them that the IPC needs to get involved in?”

Still keeping his attention in his book the doctor spoke plainly. “The Senate on Veritas Prime believes that with the quality of work they've been supplying to the IPC. They deserve a larger percentage of the profits from their work. Given the rather tumultuous state of affairs, they did reach out to me to see if a representative would be willing to go over those details.”

Hearing that had Aventurine mentally cursing. “I am hardly familiar with how Veritas Prime operates.” Each planet was handled differently depending on what was mutually beneficial to both parties. Some contracts leaned heavily on resources, but it wasn't out of the norm that other considerations could be made on manufacturing, labor, and skill. “I did not bring my work computer with me.” The only reason he had been cognizant of that fact was because he didn't think he would need it. Aventurine was good, but negotiations of this magnitude needed to be sifted through with a fine toothed comb. Jade would never forgive him if he came back with a deal that didn't benefit the IPC. “It would have been nice to mention this before whisking me away in the middle of the night.”

Ratio closed his book abruptly before giving the Avgin his full attention. “If all you need is the nature of the agreements, you can find such details on public records. The Senate can be insufferable, but they have no reason to gain the ire of the IPC.”

Aventurine sighed, clearly not happy despite how easily the other dispelled the idea he was ill equipped to handle this deal. “I prefer to know what I am walking into in terms of my negotiating power and have all the chips on the table.”

“What’s wrong, Gambler? Worried your luck might hold out on you?”

Aventurine snorted. A part of him actually wished that was the case, but Giathra wouldn't let him die so easily. “Hardly, Doc.”

Ratio found himself staring at the boy for a moment before he pulled himself from the seat. “You should eat something. It might curb the headache you find yourself enduring. He walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Aventurine followed behind him. Like the den, the kitchen seemed stylized to have an open area concept. Though it retained the familiar stone and marble concepts that were present throughout the rest of the home, there did seem to be more consideration for wooden accents to make the room stick out. The spots didn't have heavy appliances had marble counters. Above and below them were wooden shelves and drawers to maximize space in the kitchen.

In the middle was a table that served a dual purpose. The side that was closest to the stove and interior of the kitchen had a lower section for prep work. The other side had a raised area that was hollowed out to hold bar stools and made sitting in a comfortable position when eating. On that side Aventurine's gaze moved to a basket full of apples in the center of it. It was way too much for one person. “Didn't know you were a fan of apples.”

Ratio made a soft sound in the back of his throat. “My property has an orchard. It is best to try to consume them instead of letting them go to waste if I can.”

The Avgin moved closer to study them. The flesh of them was a dark purple color with golden spots on them. “You sure these are safe to eat?”

“Very much so. They are a rare strain I found on a planet affected by a Stellaron. In order to make sure they could survive on my planet I had to splice their DNA with a few local variants. The result was what you see before you now.”

“Heh, Varitas Apples then?”

“I prefer chrysophyllum cainito, the star apple.”

“How poetic.” He went closer to take a better look. As he did, his gaze moved on something else that was by the basket. Though he recognized it, his brain took a moment to process what he was seeing - his phone. The front of the screen was smashed giving a cobweb look to it, but even more disheartening was that the device had two parts where it became completely detached from the main source. “What happened?”

Ratio glanced impassively at the phone. “I got careless and stepped on it after I took you to your room.”

Aventurine frowned upon picking up the device. “Great, my computer isn’t isn’t with me, now I don’t have a phone. I don’t think I’ve had a streak of bad luck like this in a while.” The fact that it was coming directly by the actions of the good doctor was a concern too. “The computer issue is understandable, but I can’t go without my phone. Don’t suppose you can Frankenstein up a substitute or have an idea where I can get another?”

“I’ve already taken care of it.” Ratio mused looking away from the boy. “Jade should be shipping you a new one this afternoon. I’m aware that the IPC managers have special ones that give you clearance to certain applications. I’ve fitted the bill so you have nothing to concern yourself with.”

On the surface, perhaps that had been true, but Aventurine couldn’t help but wonder what had caused that accident to happen. It wasn't like him to hand his phone to anyone. Quite frankly, the doctor was good about giving him his personal space. As much as the Avgin wanted to remember what transpired last night, he was drawing a blank. That should have worried him, but getting so many curve balls thrown at him in such a short time period was putting him off his game. “I don't suppose you have any other surprises for me, Doc?”

Ratio grunted. “If I do, you'll be the first to know, Gambler.” Leaving the Avgin to himself, he went back to the den to resume reading.

Aventurine took the hint and glanced around the kitchen. Although there wasn't much to work with, Ratio had been nice enough to leave a few shelf-stable foods out so he could make something for himself. Thankfully, his trips at Ratio's place did amount to something being able to recognize certain foods. The bread rings would have to do. He warmed them in the microwave, added a bit of honey for taste before making his way over to the table. He ate them along with two star apples. Though it hardly constituted a proper breakfast, it did seem to help ease the pain from his headache.  

When Aventurine emerged from the kitchen, he found Ratio just where he left him. “Don't suppose you won't mind me borrowing your computer to check out the public records?”

“Ready to finish your task so soon?” The doctor asked, not looking up from his book.

In a way, the Avgin was. At least with work he could focus on something. That seemed better than letting his mind wander off to other matters. “What can I say? Jade trained me well. She can be a slave driver after all. The sooner I can complete my task, the better.”

Ratio seemed to be struggling to maintain his facade. Though he had tried to read as a means to calm himself down, it wasn't working. He didn't sleep last night either, but it was to be expected. How was a sane person supposed to be after seeing that video? What also wasn't helping matters is how casual Aventurine was being. Maybe he couldn't help himself, or maybe he really did think that nothing was actually wrong. It was no wonder why Sugilite was able to get away with this for as long as he had. Ratio placed the book on the coffee table before speaking. “You'll have to come to my lab to use the computer.”

“Fine by me.” Aventurine glanced down the hallway. “Gonna half to point me in the right direction though.”

Ratio rose, brushing past the Avgin to take him to the lab. They moved through a hallway before getting to the door. Strangely enough, it was sectioned off by a double wide metal door frame with a keypad in the center. The door contrasted sharply to the rest of the house that had a mix of marble, stone, brick, and applewood accents. Though the doctor didn't have many visitors to his home, it was always best to exercise caution when it came to keeping his projects private. Punching in the access code, the doctor opened the door motioning Aventurine inside.

The Avgin took a few steps inside before taking in the sight of it. Various holographic monitors were still on monitoring Aeons knew what. From wall to wall were steel tables, with anything and everything on him. Plants, beakers with liquids and other questionable substances, chalk boards that had scribblings of what he could only discern might be equations or theories, machines that he was almost afraid to ask what their function was, body parts, animals, and other items preserved in glass containers. Even though Aventurine knew that Ratio was a capable man, it was hard to describe how he should feel.

“You really are being a stereotype as being a mad scientist with this room, Doc.” Rather abruptly Aventurine felt a hand grab him by his neck, pressing him into the steel door. The Avgin's instincts kicked in, prepared to summon a shield when he found Ratio leaning close, leaving only a breath a space between them. There was a look in Ratio’s eyes that gave him pause. The doctor was known for his stoic facade and rather aloof demeanor. What Aventurine saw now though, an indescribable emotion threatening to burst from his very being. It was enough to take Aventurine’s breath away. “What do you think are you doing?” He questioned, trying to break the grip on his neck. While there wasn't a lot of pressure being applied, the Avgin didn’t like the feeling of being pinned. “Let go of me.”

Force… It was such an ugly word when it applied outside the bounds of physical exertion but it was clear the boy was prepared to keep his secrets to the very grave. Ratio had been struggling all morning with how to even address this matter. But the longer time slipped by knowing what he did now, it just bothered him. “I cannot have you continue to go around my home looking as you do.”

That had Aventurine’s expression pull into one of utter confusion. “You need your eyes checked, Doc. I’m the same as I have always been. Are you mad?”

That only had Ratio’s eyes narrow. “If I said yes, would that terrify you, Gambler?” He didn’t wait for a response as he continued. “That thing about your nether region… it offends me.”

The Avgin’s eyes wavered at the mention of the cock cage. Of course that was the elephant in the room and something that he shouldn’t have been surprised was going to be brought up. Still, he had to say something. “It’s none of your business.” He shot back.

“Under normal circumstances, you might have had a point. But as Lady Jade mentioned, I’m your boss until your mission is complete here. And this is very much my business.” Ratio relaxed his grip on the Avgin’s neck before motioning him to the examination table a few feet away from them. His tone had softened before he spoke further. “I have given you ample time to act in your own best interests, but you failed to do so… Therefore you will do what I say, Gambler.”

Aventurine wanted to so badly protest. To tell Ratio that he had been wrong. It would have been a lie. He was a schemer, manipulative in the best of times, quick witted and self assured. He was an actor that had the best poker face in the cosmos. His persona was carefully orchestrated to avoid being in the sad position he had been in his youth. Yet even with how hard he tried, the Avgin found himself walking to the examination table obeying Ratio's words. A slave would always be a slave.

Ratio followed behind him. “Take off your clothing and lay down on your back.” He demanded of the Avgin. Much to his relief, Aventurine did as instructed. Taking a deep breath he walked over, examining the boy’s body. The light from the fixtures seemed to accentuate the scars on Aventurine’s body. His gaze was immediately drawn to the scars on his stomach. Although it had been a while, Ratio could tell that he had gotten more of them since they had seen each other. Thankfully, short of a few superficial scars that he had seen, the Avgin appeared to be in good health.

The doctor’s attention then moved to the cock cage. His hands moved to study the device. Two main parts were held together by a locking mechanism. Thankfully it wasn’t an overly complicated contraption, though one wrong move certainly could cause discomfort for the wearer. Rato was undaunted as he fished around in his tools for an appropriate way to get the infernal thing off the boy. Sugilite no doubt had used cheap tricks to force Aventurine to submit to him, but at the end of the day that was all they were - cheap. The metal used for the cage and lock were of inferior quality, Ratio could tell just from the way it felt when he handled the material and the dullness of the alloy. The doctor pulled out a heavy duty bolt cutter, positioning the blades to the lock and began the slow, painstaking process of destroying it. When he had succeeded, it was easy to disassemble the chainmail portion from the pubic ring. From there, slipping the pubic ring from against his stomach was an easy task. The broken materials were shoved off to the side. Satisfied with his work, Ratio inspected Aventurine to be sure that nothing else was on the boy that wasn’t supposed to be there. When he was sure that wasn’t the case he spoke to the Avgin. “We are done here.”

Aventurine thought for sure that he’d be happy when that damnable cock cage was gone, but he wasn’t. If anything, when Sugilite found out, he was liable to make his life more of a living hell. He didn’t move as his gaze focused on harsh LED lights in the room. “You shouldn’t have interfered.” He finally spoke softly.

“And let you continue down this tortuous path?” Ratio spoke. “Enough, Kakavasha. It’s plain that you don’t like what is happening to you.”

There was something about hearing the doctor say his name again that made his heart skip a beat. “You… don’t understand.”

“I may not know all of the details because you have kept the matter to yourself. But the picture I’ve drawn is enough. At the heart of this matter is your questionable relationship with Sugilite.”

Aventurine wasn’t sure when he had learned of those details, but the fact that Ratio knew opened up the floodgates of despair. “It’s… not a relationship.”

Of course Ratio knew that, and yet it upset him further the more that he thought about it. “How else am I to explain why you would subjugate yourself to his desires?”

The boy pulled himself up to a sitting position then. He didn’t want to have this talk with Ratio, but it was clear that somehow he knew things that he shouldn’t have. “If I don’t do what he says, he’ll make your life miserable.”

Hearing that only made the doctor sigh. “You mean by leaking that video to the public?”

Aventurine looked back at him with a somber expression. “How did you-”

“-It doesn’t matter.” Ratio cut him off. “You of all people that have been in my presence for such an extended period of time should know that the opinions and gossip of idiots are of little concern to me. I do not consider you to be one of the foolish. That is why I opened my door, and yet you hesitated to walk inside when you needed to the most.”

Guilt… that was why, perhaps embarrassment, maybe even a touch of regret as well. “I thought it was you.”

“You were not yourself.” The doctor added. “From observation, it was likely you were under the influence of an illicit substance that causes hallucinations and other mind alterations. I do not hold what you did against you. What I will berate you for, is destroying your mind and body for the sake of a flimsy blackmail scheme.”

It sounded easy when Ratio explained it like that, but he knew that there would be trouble on the horizon. Despite himself, Aventurine couldn’t help but laugh. “If I didn’t know any better doctor, I would say you actually loved me.”

That was enough to give Ratio pause as he met the Avgin’s gaze. “Loving you is a difficult affair, but I like to make my life difficult.” He replied.

Aventurine’s expression crumbled all at once. Had it been anyone else, he would have taken it as a joke in poor taste and perhaps he would have deserved to be on the receiving end of such a horrible joke. But this was Veritas. A man that spoke truth to the detriment of the feelings of others. Brilliant beyond his years and yet chose to live amongst mortal men. What did someone like Aventurine say to such a statement? It was a desire that he always secretly craved, but hearing Ratio say it it was almost like a dream come true.

The doctor composed himself before moving to the door of the lab. Though this conversation had not gone how he had envisioned, he didn’t regret his actions. There was disappointment though. Maybe he expected a confession from Aventurine. It would have been nice to have some type of affirmation that their time spent together actually meant something. Maybe it didn’t, or maybe Suiguilte had ruined that as well. He wasn’t sure which outcome was worse. “Perhaps you should grab a bath, walk around the orchard, have some time to clear your mind without judgement or expectation. It’ll be a few days before your scheduled meeting with the Senate.”

It didn’t escape Aventurine’s notice that the urgency that Ratio had used to get him here was all but swept under the rug. “I thought for sure you said that coming here was pivotal. This sounds more like a forced vacation away from Pier Point.”

Ratio grunted, not bothering to confirm or deny that statement. “Humph, well I wasn’t going to let you cut me from your life without me speaking my mind. Two things can be true at once. I did need you here, and there were urgent matters that required attention. I just didn’t specify what it was.”

It was just like the doctor to do that. “Before you leave…” The Avgin’s voice grew more subdued as he struggled with what to say. “I… owe you an apology.”

Without even looking back at Aventurine, Ratio spoke. “Accepted. I can only hope that you’ve been enlightened and won’t make the same mistakes again.”

Watching the doctor walk out the door, the Avgin was left alone in the lab. His gaze couldn’t help but be pulled at the remnants of the cock cage. So, it really was over. There was no reason to go back to Sugilite when he returned. It should have brought him comfort, but he couldn't help but worry. If nothing else, Sugilite would only try more desperate means to control him. For reasons that Aventurine still was puzzled by, the older Stoneheart just had trouble seeing him as anything more than the slave he bought those years ago. Giving a sigh, “Just my luck.” Aventurine slipped his clothing back on before leaving the lab. Much as he wanted to get some work done… he doubted he would be well enough to focus on his task.

Aventurine went back to his room. The cat cakes were waiting for him on the bed. Their happy purrs had a smile crack on his face before joining them. It had been some time that he paid the creatures his undivided attention for such a prolonged period of time. The Avgin could tell they were happy. Not that it was hard to gain affections from the cat cakes, but it was always wholesome to watch. Eventually though, Aventurine did strip for the second time that night and dragged himself into the bathroom. The guest room had its own private one much to his relief. It was likely a detail Ratio was conscious of given the doctor's love for his personal time in the tub. The bathroom consisted of two parts. The first section when he walked in had a wash basin, full mirror, vanity and toilet. Though there was room to move around, the space was compressed which Aventurine didn't understand until he opened a door on the opposite end revealing the tub area.

In true typical Ratio fashion, there was attention to detail that made the Avgin chuckle. Stone columns formed a circle around the tub in the center of the room. The tub sat on the ground level and was enough to fit at least four people. Stone steps allowed a person to ease themselves into various levels within the water when it was filled. Around the edges were trays filled with towels, loofahs, bath bombs, bar soaps, body washes, epsom salts, essential oils, and other things that Aventurine was pretty sure that only hotels or spa businesses would think to bother with. “No wonder why you told me to take a bath.” Turning on the LED lights, he filled the tub before resting until only his head remained visible from the water.  

For a long time, he just stared at the wall going over the events that had just happened. One thing that Aventurine kept going over what Ratio said.

“Loving you is a difficult affair, but I like to make my life difficult.”  

Love he said. There were only a few times in his life when he heard those words. His mother before she passed from sickness said it until she took her last breath. Her sister told him that when she and he fought against the harsh environment of Sigonia. In the heavy rain before she forced him to flee, it was one of the last things she told him. He was sure that amongst their clan members he had used that word too because despite how desperate life was in the desert, what bonded the Avgin's together was each other. As Kakavasha, he was sure that a few clients admitted to loving him too despite how they used him for their own personal gratification. Love though, as applied to his persona as Aventurine was a new concept. Jade ‘loved’ how he could make money for the IPC, Sugilite ‘loved’ that he could make him submit. None of those instances made him react like tonight when Ratio had spoken to him.

There was no point in investing or pursuing that word because it never helped him in the grand scheme of things. He was to amass wealth, he was to scheme and manipulate, lie and deceive if necessary. However when it came to the doctor, there was no end goal. Despite their closeness, he didn't give Ratio body expecting favors in return nor did Ratio ask much of him. Perhaps that was why he had been devastated when Sugilite insisted they break things off with… whatever was going on between them. Though Aventurine had never put into words as to what their relationship was, when he had spoken those words to Ratio on Pier Point that day, it did bother him.  

“Doc…” He whispered.

Perhaps, just perhaps… he loved him too.  

A/N: Since I doubt I will be able to squeeze out a new chapter by the end of the month. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday and a Happy New Year. See you all in 2025.

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A/N: I'm testing out some new writing software. I've been meaning to fire Google Drive for some time. You might notice changes in the format.

This is also a pretty lengthy chapter as well. Couldn't figure out how to divide it up so enjoy!

Aventurine's revelation in the bath had his stomach twisting in knots and proverbial butterflies were trying desperately to burst from his being. He didn't like to be caught off guard when it came to personal matters. Despite what he had been - or rather because of that status… a modicum of control should have been considered with the actions that he took. Yet even with that sliver of self preservation, all Ratio did was command him to lay on his back and Aventurine did so without so much as a second thought. The boy's hand moved to his crotch letting his fingers move over the outline of his cock. It still felt strange to be without the metal around it after so long, but the fact that he was able to touch himself uninhibited was another reminder. His gaze moved to the ceiling thinking about the good doctor. Aventurine's tumultuous feelings had him psychoanalyzing every interaction the pair had up until now. It wasn't his intention to let his guard down, but Ratio had managed break that facade and burrow in his heart. The real question was what did he do now? As simple as that question was, Aventurine didn't have an answer.

Ratio found himself waking up unusually early the next morning. The sun hadn't quite made it over the horizon as he found himself looking out his window at the orchard. Though the first phase of his plan had been taken care of, he still needed to consider the other loose ends. There was a chance the boy would relapse again, despite Ratio's assurances. One thing that had become apparent, he would have to have a "chat" with Sugilite about this matter. While he only knew the other Stoneheart in passing, it was doubtful that he would take Aventurine leaving him well.

Though the Avgin put on a brave front, Ratio knew that there were things that had troubled his companion. Out of respect, he hadn't delved too deeply into Aventurine's past, but the mark on his neck was one he had seen before touring different places within the cosmos. The body trade was a taboo subject to dive into, but only a fool would act as though it didn't happen.

It was better to take one dilemma at a time. There were errands that he needed to be sure got done today. As he walked passed the guest room Aventurine was staying in, he placed a sticky note on the door:

I'll be picking up your phone and grabbing lunch for us. I'll leave the door to the lab open if you need to use the computer. If you wish to get out the house, my car is free for you to utilize. Keys are in the kitchen.

-Ratio

Though he doubted that Aventurine wanted to go anywhere, Ratio didn't want the boy feeling like he was a prisoner here. Hell, the doctor wasn't even sure that he could drive or even had a license now that he thought about it. Pier Point, much like Veritas Prime was built with mass transportation to the main cities in mind. Thankfully the places that he needed to go had public transportation available. Walking away from his home, the doctor managed to catch a commuter train into the city.

It didn't take long to reach his first destination, the postal service. Truthfully the facility doubled as a global exchange hub for the businesses in the area. Veritas Prime University was within the city limits, and in order to attract the best and brightest at the school, the University had spared no expense with improving the robust functions within the facility. While Ratio could have had Jade just send the phone to his home, a part of him still wanted to exercise caution. Though the IPC had been good to him, he couldn't forget what they were at the end of the day: a company that wanted to maximize their profit. Though they probably could figure out where he lived, he might as well make them work for it. Walking to his PO Box, he found what he was looking for.

Inside, a small black box was waiting for him with an expedite shipping label. The IPC logo was clear on the front of the packaging. Ratio tore through the tape seeing a letter with a phone inside. Though the letter was a full page, there was only a single sentence written at the top.

I'll add this to your debt to me, Doctor.

~Jade

The handwriting was carefully written with a quill ink pen and fine parchment with the seal of the Bonajade Exchange emblem in the background. There was little doubt she had packaged the item herself. For Ratio, the personal touch was telling. Dealing with Jade had always been a risk. While he had no reason to fear her, the power she could wield with the stroke of a pen could damage him worse than any sex tape Sugilite could put out to the public. Folding the piece of paper in half, he pocketed it. "A small price to pay." He muttered. Soon as his business on his planet was concluded, he'd work on repaying the woman. The quicker he did that, the better for him in the end.

His next stop was the University. Though he wasn't as big as a presence anymore on campus since he had been accepted in the Intelligentsia Guild and a consultant for the IPC, a part of him couldn't help but still be drawn to his Alma Mater. The end of the semester was drawing to a close, and he knew that some of his colleagues would be interested to see if he wanted to teach for the upcoming term. Normally he would have entertained the idea, but Jade's note hinted that the woman planned to keep him busy. It was best to dispense on the idea for the next year, perhaps two knowing her. It didn't take long to track down the dean of academic affairs and after telling the man his intentions, Ratio left the campus just as quickly as he had come.

Strangely enough, hunting down lunch seemed to be the more time consuming task. Although he did plan on take out, his focus was more on a meal that would offer optimum nutritional value. Given that the place catered to students at the university, "junk food" dominated many of the menus of the restaurants. If Ratio hadn't been so concerned about Aventurine's weight loss, he might have let it slide, but there was no telling when was the last time the boy had a proper meal. The doctor finally settled on a family owned restaurant just outside of the campus. Ordering lunch for the pair, he headed back home, glad to get all of his errands done for the day.

Ratio arrived home a short while later. Just glancing in the direction of the lab, he could see the light on. No doubt that Aventurine was busy with his own research. Walking over to the door he peaked inside. Aventurine was in casual slacks and a dress shirt. Hunched over on the desk, he kept looking up between the holographic monitor and the notepad he likely commandeered from one of desk drawers. It was the first time that Ratio had actually gotten a chance to watch him work. Though the boy always seemed like he was someone to leave grunt work to his other staff members, he was surprised to see how focused he was. Clearing his throat, the doctor spoke. "Gambler," he replied. "I have lunch for you."

Aventurine stopped what he was doing before turning his attention to the door. "Oh, you are back." Laying down his pen he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Been researching for an hour or so on what to expect at the meeting." It was a lot to take in for anyone. The Avgin was getting a bit tired of staring at the screen so Ratio coming back was a welcome break. Pushing himself off the chair, he came close to where Ratio was standing. "Guess I owe you for the food. Had a few star apples when I got up. Hope you didn't mind."

"Not at all. At least they are being put to good use." Ratio walked into the kitchen with his companion in toe. Fishing in the takeout bag, he pulled out the take out trays sliding one of them to Aventurine. Inside was a speciality of the region. Roasted mixed vegetables, pork meatballs, and pita bread. Light on ingredients, but hopefully it was a suitable meal.

"Thanks, Doc." Aventurine said sitting at the table. Their lunch was uneventful for the most part. The Avgin ate all the food with no complaint.

For Ratio, knowing that he had at least one decent meal was a relief. "We might have to order dinner tonight. I still have some matters to take care of. I do plan to get some proper groceries from the store tomorrow."

"You really don't have to do that much on my behalf." Aventurine added. "I am sure I can think of something while I'm here."

"I don't doubt that." The doctor murmured. "However, I would feel better knowing you have a proper meal while you are with me. You seemed to have lost some weight."

The Avgin grew silent glancing at the empty food tray. A part of him knew it was out of concern, but he still struggled with how to respond. "Guess I never noticed." He added softly.

"Gambler." Ratio started off. "Since I believe the hardest part of our conversation is behind us, might I propose a few… requests while you are here?"

Aventurine was aware Ratio was likely referencing their exchange yesterday more than just some silly back and forth with his choice of food. Still, the Avgin couldn't help but play it off. "Well you are my boss. Nothing like putting down the finishing touches in our project."

Although the forced coercion was a necessary tactic to get his companion here, Ratio didn't particularly like it. He sighed glancing back at the boy. "If you want to take it as a direct order to put your mind at ease, do so. However, view my requests to aid you on your journey towards healing." He could see the confusion start to form on Aventurine's face and clarified. "You were not wrong in your assumption to view coming here as a break of sorts. I don't think you've had time to yourself short of the impromptu few days you are given between missions."

The doctor did have a point but given the circumstances, being worked to death was the only way Aventurine would be able to generate wealth for himself. So far, his profit margin had been on a steady rise despite how new he was to the organization. "That is a self imposed choice, you know." He wasn't sure if he even knew how to relax now that he thought about it. "I can't say I'll take full advantage of it since I am still technically on the clock. But it's been noted. Anything else?"

"Yes, no more alcohol." That had actually gotten Aventurine to be caught by surprise at the request. "While I doubt you have given your liver cirrhosis, your gradual consumption is something I can't ignore." Ratio would have rather him not bothered with the drink at all indefinitely, but it was the Avgin's choice.

A part of Aventurine didn't want to go without his drink. He liked the buzz that it gave him, and he liked the way that he could just block out his own sorrows. "Come on doc, you are killing me here."

"You need to figure out a way to manage your impulsive nature without harming yourself. I encourage you to do so while you are with me."

It seemed that Ratio wasn't relenting. Giving a sigh, he held up his hands in surrender. "Fine. Have it your way."

Ratio seemed content that he had gotten the boy to agree. "Finally… this is not so much an an order, but something that I wish you to consider. with me." His expression was unreadable as he met Aventurine's gaze. "Let me reiterate that you can come to me with your concerns. I hope that you still are able to look at me as someone that you can tell your troubles to." While he still had many questions that he desired to ask the Avgin, he had concluded that it would be best if Aventurine started the dialogue himself rather than be cornered.

Aventurine's heart skipped a beat as he took in what the doctor was saying. There was still a certain embarrassment and guilt he had with everything that had happened. Sighing, he glanced away at Ratio turning his attention to the window. "I'll keep that in mind but… I'll probably need some time."

The fact that the boy was able to acknowledge that shortcoming was enough. Ratio started to clear the table. "Then we have an agreement. I'll leave you to your work then. Before we part ways though-" He pulled out the small box containing the IPC's phone and gave it to his companion. "Here… I believe that you needed this as well."

Aventurine took the new device from the box before smiling. "Ah, perfect. Just what I need." It would help him map out his next course of action better and it was always nice to have something personal to him on hand. "Thanks doc, your the best."

Ratio watched the boy retreat back to the lab. There was one other matter that he should have brought up, but perhaps it could wait for a bit. If he had to take a guess, Sugilite would be trying to contact Aventurine with his old number. That would buy him some time with how to address how to deal with the other Stoneheart, especially if he learned where Aventurine had run off to. "Another matter for another day." He mused before retreating to his room upstairs.

The two men went their separate ways. Aventurine going back to research in the lab, and Ratio going about his own list of items to do while he was back home. Although there was nothing saying that he couldn't come back to Veritas Prime when he wasn't doing research, he didn't come here unless if was to lecture at the university or on official business. As much as he preferred to keep to himself, he was a respectable member on his home planet and gave back to the community when he could. It seemed that word had reached many of his old associates and students that he had come back home. His email and virtual phone that was for the school had a higher volume of people reaching out to him. Ratio found himself answering those that he deemed important in his room until dinnertime. Thankfully he had ordered in from another local spot. Eating with Aventurine that night, he could tell that the boy was much more relaxed and the tension that had been looming around them had disappeared.

After taking a long, drawn out bath, Ratio settled in for the night by reading a book in bed. He was totally engrossed with his latest finding that he almost missed the light tap at his door. Blinking, the doctor's eyes moved to it before speaking. "Come in." It took a few seconds for the door to open. Aventurine tip-toed inside before shutting the door behind him. He was dressed in his pajamas as he walked a bit closer to the bed. "Something wrong?"

"I'm having nightmares again." There was a pause before his gaze locked onto the doctor. "Would… would you mind if I slept with you?"

It was a bit surprising to hear that, but Ratio managed to keep his expression neutral. Before the affair with Sugilite started, the two shared each other's personal space often. Ratio gestured to the unoccupied area scooting over to give him his space. "Our arrangement hasn't changed, Gambler. Join me as you wish."

Aventurine did so. Slipping under the comforter, he buried himself under the blankets. The Avgin's head rested on the pillow, his body facing Ratio as the other man continued to read his book under the limited light. Despite how more relaxed he was, Aventurine didn't close his eyes. His peripheral vision kept staring at Ratio and the patterned colors of the sheets.

Though nothing was said between them, Ratio had noticed that the boy hadn't bothered to close his eyes. "Are you still taking the medication I prescribed you?"

"I didn't bring them with me." The Avgin admitted. Honestly, with how quick things happened at Pier Point, it wasn't a surprise that he forgot the most essential things in his haphazard effort to pack.

Ratio placed his book on the nightstand. "I see. It is probably too late to have a script filled tonight, but I do have a mild sedative derived from one of my plant species that might benefit you. Do you want to try it?"

Aventurine wasn't too thrilled by the idea, but if he was going to speak to the Senate, he couldn't afford to be off his game. "If the side effects aren't a big problem?"

"It shouldn't be. It's naturally derived. I will give you a low dose to minimize complications." Ratio pushed himself off the bed before slipping on some sweat pants and a light jacket. "Wait here." He asked his companion before slipping out of his home. Though the lab did have some species that he kept a close eye on, the bulk of his plants were in a large greenhouse behind the orchard. It didn't take long to find what he was looking for as he found the Valerian species. Pulling a few plants from their pot, he retreated back to the kitchen.

The doctor was methodical in prepping the roots of the plant, rising them thoroughly before boiling them in a mixture of water and alcohol. Ratio hated to implement alcohol with his tincture, but if he wanted effective results, this was the best way to create a medicine for Aventurine. The result was a light brown liquid with a less than ideal smell. Placing the tincture in a tea cup, he went back to his room. Aventurine was sitting up, back pressed against the headboard.

"You're back." He murmured.

"Yes, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." He walked closer to the Avgin offering the tincture to him. "Here. This should help."

Aventurine took the tea cup bringing it to his lips. Inhaling the scent, his face curled slightly. "Ugh, what is this, Doc?"

"Valerian root. I didn't have any dried out, so you'll have to bear with it. The profile can be a bit more… pungent when fresh." Ratio moved back to his closet slipping out of his jacket and sweatpants.

Aventurine never heard of it, but if Ratio said it would help…Taking a deep breath he brought the bitter concoction to his lips and gulped it down. The taste was a lot worse than the scent, but the Avgin pushed through it. Only when he was sure that he had emptied the cup, did he place it on the nightstand. By the time he finished the tincture, Ratio had settled back in the bed. Aventurine crawled back under the blankets feeling the subtle effects of the medicine. The Avgin closed his eyes feeling his muscles relax. "Doc… what do you see in me?"

The inquiry had Ratio glance down at him. "That is a loaded question that can mean everything and nothing, Gambler. What are you referring to exactly?"

There was a long pause as Aventurine tried to form a coherent sentence. It was was proving to be a lot harder, even with the tincture coursing through his body. "No one has cared about me like you do." A foreign concept that seemed to be only in romantic movies on the big screen or written down in stories for children.

Ratio couldn't help but reach out to stroke the Avgin's hair. It was surprisingly soft as he ran his fingers through the blond locks. "Does that bother you?" The doctor asked. "To be cared about?"

That only had Aventurine chuckling. "I don't even care about myself."

That only had the doctor sighing. "I noticed, and yet, you depend on that luck of yours - exclusively, I might add." His mind drifted to the first time he had witnessed Aventurine's lack of care with the gun pressed against his chest. From a scientific prospective, the concept of luck was a fantastical element that he normally associated with fairy tales and epics. That had always been the case until he met this boy. From turning the smallest investment into IPC capital or being in the right place at the right time, how else was he to explain Aventurine's fortune?

"Mmm… my luck is the only thing that can't be taken from me. Everything else? Might as well call it collateral."

Ratio frowned not sure what to make of that implication. "It seems you are a bit more honest when you are truly relaxed, Gambler." He could have pressed the matter, but he'd rather the boy speak to him when he wasn't under the influence of any substances. Taking his hand away from the Avgin's hair, he gave the boy his space. "Get some sleep, you'll need it for tomorrow."

Aventurine didn't argue as he let out a yawn, for once having a sleep that was devoid of nightmares and dreams.

It wasn't at all suspicious that Aventurine had left on business related affairs. The reason the Stonehearts were given such preferential treatment was due to their flexibility and need to be dispatched at a moment's notice. The cosmos was a big place after all, and the IPC's insatiable appetite to influence currency throughout the universe meant they needed to handle any situation as they happened real time. That was why Sugilite hadn't thought much when he hadn't seen the boy in a few days. When a week had passed and he still had no communication, Sugilite sent a message to the Avgin.

[Where are you?]

An automatic message popped up a moment later. [The number that you've messaged is no longer in service. Please check the number and try your call again.]

Sugilite narrowed his eyes as he stared at the message. It wasn't that Aventurine's phone wasn't in range, but the device was no longer active. It was the first time that he had seen that happen and he didn't like that implication. He doubted the boy would have grown enough of a backbone to block him, but that did beg the question, where the Avgin had run off to?

When the second week had passed without Sugilite seeing the boy, he found himself going to visit the staff members that Aventurine had managed. All of the Stonehearts were assigned their own staff members to help out with various tasks. Aventurine had utlized just two if Sugilite recalled correctly. Going to the lower levels in the building, he found Aventurine's staff members wedged into one of the small cubicals. The woman appeared to be a middle aged woman dressed in a IPC uniform. While she had holographic monitors in front of her, there didn't seem to be any work being done. Clearing his throat, Suiglite tried to get the woman's attention.

The woman jumped at the sudden interruption. Turning around, she seemed to be surprised to see the older Stoneheart there. "O-oh, Mr. Sugilite." Composing herself, she took a deep breath before smiling. "How can I help you, sir?"

"I haven't seen Aventurine in some time, I was wondering if you had any contact with him lately?"

"Oh… well he did mention that he might be gone a month or so for his current assignment."

A month? While the length of time wasn't out of the ordinary for a mission, normally there would have been some rumblings about an incident. Fair as he knew, everything had been relatively quiet. "Did he tell you were he was heading?"

"Ah, no… afraid not. I normally do research for him before he goes on his missions, but it seemed that he didn't need my assistance with his current project."

Now Sugilite was getting suspicious, just what in the world was that Avgin up to?

Dealing with the Senate was a lot more taxing than Aventurine had thought. The council chambers was decorated in marble floors, statues, and stone pillars. He sat behind an oak desk with a microphone and the notes he had made as these "negotiations" went on. In truth, for Aventurine this felt more like a struggle session. With how the chamber was designed, he was the one that was at the lowest level overlooking the Senate members in the raised sections. If Aventurine had to guess, it would be how Ratio gave his lectures to his students.

Unfortunately, the Avgin was hardly dealing with naive children. His gaze swept across the room. The chamber could hold up to a hundred people, but the few times that he had come here, around twenty people had shown up, often different than the last. Now he understood why Ratio said that dealing with this matter was better suited on Veritas Prime, it seemed that the Senate members were preoccupied with other affairs and could only make in person appearances when time allowed. For Aventurine, it hardly mattered though, most of the grievances that the members had came down to a singular issue: profit.

"Mr. Aventurine, you can see how much Veritas Prime has contributed to the IPC? Surely you can understand then why we believe that the contract needs to be adjusted to reflect the ongoing trend."

"I have." The Avgin added. "I will not try to minimize your contributions to the company, but one thing that should be taken into consideration is that with the partnership that the IPC has with you, that allows you more lucrative deals and considerations."

"T-that may be true but-"

"I understand you want what is best for your people, that is understandable, but I do caution you to consider what a higher profit split will mean. That means that contracts for those newly graduates of your university won't be offered positions. That means that the contracts with lucrative pensions won't be as readily available, resources that are used to make some of the more complicated components in manufacturing will be outsourced elsewhere." It was a cutthroat way to handle the disparity, but when it came to profits, the IPC would easily outmanoeuvre anyone. Given the silence that persisted from the floor, Aventurine thought that he finally made them realize the foolishness of trying to press the issue. "I believe that such considerations need to be reviewed by your members. While I won't guarantee that you get what you are asking for, I am willing to see if I can give us a contract that is mutually beneficial to us."

There was a pause before one of the members spoke up. "A recess then… please give us a few days to consider your proposal."

Those words where just what Aventurine was looking for. Gathering his belongings, he ordered a taxi back to Ratio's home. Though he hadn't had a chance to explore the planet as a whole, the Avgin had grown fond of the place for the few weeks that he had been here. Given the conversation from today, he had a feeling that his business would be concluding soon. He could already tell that no matter what contract he put in front of the Senate, they would likely accept it and not bring up this argument again. When he arrived back at home, he let out a sigh before heading into the kitchen. Dinner was sitting for him on the counter, that was typically the arrangement when Aventurine met with the Senate. Ratio insisted that he eat a wholesome meal after dealing with what he described as 'insufferable' people.

Ratio came down from his room after enjoying a relaxing bath. He found the light still on in the kitchen and found his companion cleaning the dishes. "How was the meeting?"

Aventurine turned around offering the man a smile. "Stubborn and unwilling to compromise as usual." Even saying that though he chuckled. "But I think I finally got through to them though. Next time we meet I'll be drawing up a new contract for them. They aren't getting what they asked for, but I'll at least give them a better deal on some aspects that are out of date given the nature of how the planet has mechanized with their technology."

"I suppose that is a better alternative than you just telling them "no" then."

"I already have a target on my back, better to not give anyone a reason to pull the trigger if one can help it."

"I will take your word for it then, Gambler."

Giving a shrug, Aventurine dried his hands coming closer to Ratio. "Sadly, I think my time spent at your lovely home is coming to its end."

Ratio was saddened by the thought, but it was almost at the end of the month. "Well, I hope you have at least gotten some rest in a matter of speaking."

"Heh, nothing I can't handle."

That did make Ratio remember a pressing detail that he needed to bring up. Although he could tell that Aventurine was in higher spirits, even put on weight again, going back to Pier Point and seeing Sugilite would likely trigger a relapse. Ratio hadn't brought up Sugilite hoping that the boy would do so on his own, but he hadn't. "I have to know, are you going to be okay going back to Pier Point?"

The question had caught Aventurine by surprise. "I don't see why I wouldn't?"

Maybe he really had suppressed that memory. Ratio stared at him hard. "Let me rephrase my question. Are you going to be okay when you see Sugilite again?" For a brief moment he saw fear flash in the Avgin's eyes.

"I… have no reason to see him anymore."

"That's not what I'm asking of you." Ratio countered. "I still do not know the extent of your relationship with him, but it is very one sided. I know you don't like to speak about it but I need to know… why is he so interested in you?"

The Avgin let out a sigh. He had been hoping that if he just didn't think about Sugilite, maybe he'd not have to deal with the man at all. He supposed he had owed Ratio something though. The man had been patient with him, never expecting anything even now. "Before Jade brought me to Pier Point, we were already acquainted with each other. I am sure you know what this brand on my neck means." There was a pause as he was forced to recall that less than ideal time in his life. Just thinking back on it, Aventurine new that he was the man's favorite "He rented me often… Was my first client, in fact. I think he's always been bothered he couldn't purchase me outright."

As the pieces started to fall into place, Ratio was struck with the horror of it all. It set off even more red flags because what was Sugilite doing for him to be involved with such depravity? When he found himself able to speak again, one pressing detail came to light. "Why haven't you told Jade about this?"

Hearing the woman's name, had Aventurine scoff. "It's not that I don't doubt she could do something to intervene in this affair. The thought had crossed my mind at some point. However, dealing with Lady Jade is like walking on a tightrope surrounded by ravenous sharks with a bloody tide below you. Sure, she can make the problem go away, but it's not for charity… In fact, she'd be looking for collateral before I opened my mouth." Aventurine paused as he thought of what else he could offer her. The sad truth was, there was nothing left to give. She already owned his life and by extension his property. It would be a wager that had no value. Aventurine would be lucky if she would just laugh in his face at his audacity. "Let's just say… I can't afford to go into more debt with her, or Diamond for that matter. Far as anyone would say, it's a coworker's spat. Pretty common occurrence in the IPC, and not something to bother management about. Especially when we each have a cornerstone. Seems in poor taste for a Stoneheart to be bothered by such trivial matters."

It wasn't a trivial matter though. Both of them knew that. Ratio was struggling what to do about the situation. It was clear that Aventurine was being taken advantage of and he needed to figure out a way to stop such events from happening in the future.

Much like Aventurine had suspected, the Senate didn't waste anymore time trying to debate Aventurine. While the Avgin did give a few more concessions for those that would join the IPC and worked out clearer deals with resource distribution, ultimately the IPC still favored the better part of the new terms and conditions. After the Senate signed off on it, Aventurine found himself sighing as he headed back to Ratio's place. His time spent here was coming to an end. Much as the Avgin enjoyed his stay here, he could only imagine the mountains of paperwork waiting for him.

Two days later, with the cat cakes in toe, the pair headed for the shuttle station and made the journey back to Pier Point. When the two had landed, they headed to Aventurine's apartment. Glad to be back home after so long, Aventurine breathed a sigh of relief. "Didn't realize how much I'd miss the old place. Doc can you let the cat cakes out?" When he got no response, he turned around and saw that the kennels had been dropped off along with their suitcases but Ratio was nowhere to be found. Before he could make sense of any of it, his phone buzzed showing he had a new message.

[I need to take care of something. Be back soon.]

"Where are you going at this time of night?" Aventurine mused. That man could be a mystery some days.

Sugilite was enjoying some personal time off after completing a mission. It was coming closer to the end of the month and he expected that Aventurine would show up sooner than later. Even if the boy was trying to avoid him, he couldn't escape Jade's smothering presence. Knowing the the boy would be back soon had his mood improve. The Avgin was going to pay for disappearing like he did. Not once did he try to reach out to his master. Such disrespect could not be tolerated.

As Sugilite was was preparing to turn in for the night, his phone sent a detection alarm to him. "Who could be foolish enough to disturb me this late?" As he looked at the cameras, he realized that someone was waiting outside the front gate. Upon closer inspection he realized that he knew that person.

Ratio.

Sugilite had to wonder why the doctor had suddenly shown up. He was annoyed, and intrigued by this development. Summoning his butler he told the servant to escort the man to the Violet Room. An office room just inside of the entrance of his mansion. As he waited for the doctor, his mind started to fumble why Ratio would visit him, let alone, how the bastard knew where he lived. Though he had worked with the man in the past, it was always strictly for business. The more that he thought about the why, the more it didn't make any sense.

It was a short time later that Ratio was escorted in the office. Sugilite glanced at his butler before dismissing him. A chair was in front of the desk where Sugilite was sitting, but Ratio made no move to sit it in. A tome was gripped in a hand, and there appeared to be something else he was holding, but the Stoneheart couldn't figure out what it was being so far away. In fact, just by looking at the man's body language, this didn't appear to be a social call. "Veritas… I have to say I was quiet surprised to see you show up at my home."

"I won't take much of your time, but there is something that I wanted to say, and also… I need to return something of yours."

Sugilute wasn't sure what to make about any of what he was hearing. "You are free to speak your mind."

Ratio stepped closer to the desk. The small item that he was holding appeared to be a small black box. It was placed in front of Sugilite. "I believe you have misplaced this."

The Stoneheart grabbed it, and could already tell that there was something fairly heavy inside. When he opened the box and saw the object inside, his blood boiled. It was the chastity cage. While he had always knew that there was a possibility of Ratio finding out, that hardly made this any easier to deal with. "So… you have gotten an intimate look at Aventurine have you?"

"I have. And let me say if you ever try to touch him again. I will kill you. I don't know what gave you that foolish idea that a video would bother me, but anyone with a functioning brain cell would be able to tell that the person that is in that video is someone with darker skin and thus could not be me. I assure you if you try to use that video to retaliate against me, you will find that it will poise more questions to the general public, and I will make sure that it happens."

Sugilte could already feel his rage boiling to the surface. Well, in that case, it seemed like the gloves were off. There was no point in skating around the reason he was here. Sugilite leaned back in his chair, his hand gripping the armchair on either side feeling his fingernails sink into the soft leather. "And here I thought you were supposed to be a man of renowned genius." The Stoneheart mused. "Coming to my home alone, giving me this "gift", threatening me with only a tome in your hand … It's ballsy I will admit, but very misguided. Perhaps there is a glaring reason why Nous has not given you THEIR gaze?"

Despite the obvious taunt, Ratio kept his eyes trained on Sugilite. "There are many faucets to being a genius. An Aeon is powerful, but not infallible. In fact, I would argue that Nous's judgement is why I came here." Because if he was like those at the Genius Society, Aventurine's humanity wouldn't have mattered. He would have been treated as nothing more than an exotic specimen to be used and exploited. As it stood, the doctor did care, and he would stick up for him since no one else could.

"Then tell me Veritas… why do you believe that I will let you walk out this room?"

"If you truly believed death would solve all your problems, you would have utilized such facilities ages ago."

Sugilite found himself narrowing his eyes. A perceptive point, and sadly true.

The fact that Sugilite had said nothing more confirmed Ratio's suspicion. "Let me get to the reason for my visit now that I've proved your grandstanding amounts to nothing. I am aware of your past relationship with Aventurine. I am sure you are aware, I also share a bond with the boy as well." The doctor’s mouth pressed into a thin line. "There is no chance in hell I will tolerate you touching him ever again. He is mine. Your… Personal relationship with him ended with the removal of that absurd device."

The Stoneheart's gaze shifted to the small box on the desk. Clearly that was the case if Aventurine had let Ratio that close to him. Maybe he should have severed the Avgin’s relationship sooner rather than later. It was too late to change that now but he was feeling vengeful towards the doctor. "Let's say, for the sake of argument, I keep pursuing that boy. What will you do about it, Veritas?"

"You Stonehearts are a rather extraordinary group of people with the power of the cornerstones." Ratio lamented. When it came to brute strength, the one that had the advantage would always be Sugilite. That is why like what the older man had attempted with Aventurine, he had to discourage the behavior before it started over again. "When it comes to brute strength, I am fully aware that it would be foolish to compete with something that can give you a fragment of power that is reminiscent of an emanator."

Even with that knowledge, Ratio wasn't perturbed. "Despite my lack of title as a Genius, the IPC has taken a keen interest in the weapons that I have created over the years." In fact, he would say that was the reason why they had taken notice of him in the first place. "If you continue to harass Aventurine, such weapons - be they biological or inorganic will be replicated and used at my disposal. Your death will look like an unfortunate accident within the cosmos. Who knows, perhaps I am utilizing one of them as we speak."

Sugilite never took his gaze off the doctor as he spoke. The tone and body language was confident and self assured. While he never thought of the man to be dangerous, the Stoneheart recognized a threat when he saw one. There would come a time where he would have to address this man, but not now. They were two predators baring their fangs at each other, marking their territory. The lines had been drawn and Sugilite wouldn't cross it until he was ready to draw blood. "I appreciate your candid response." He didn't bother to hide the ice in his tone. "I wasn't aware you were so attached to a slave."

Ratio didn't bother to humor him with a response. "I won't take any more of your time. I am sure you have more important matters to attend to besides pondering your life choices in the future."

"Indeed." Sugilite pressed the call button on his desk, summoning his butler. The servant arrived a short while later offering a sweeping bow to both men. The Stoneheart gave his butler a simple command. "Please escort our guest off the premises."

"Yes sir." The servant murmured before motioning Ratio to follow him.

When Sugilite was left alone, he reached to a side drawer pulling out his cornerstone. While he already had a feeling how the conversation would go given the circumstances, the doctor had surprised him. "I underestimated you Veritas. I suppose I only have myself to blame." He had always known dealing with the man would prove a challenge, but the directness of Ratio made him realize that each step Sugilite made needed to have all facets explored before he made a move.

His grip on the cornerstone tightened feeling the power of the stone flowing through him. "You are wrong about one thing though, doctor. This is hardly over… I will get what is mine back." This time though, the Avgin wouldn't slip from his grip. Sugilite plotted, wishing the cornerstone would fulfil his deep seeded desires. "A mind of a genius can only be countered with another of extreme intelligence…" If that was the case, his next steps were clear.

Calculated as that move was, Ratio's heart was pounding as he was taken back to the shuttle station. At the very least, he and Sugilite knew where they stood with each other. While he still would have liked to remain civil, people like that couldn't be reasoned with. He went over the conversation in his head again and again. If he was that forthcoming about killing him, he could only imagine the methods he had used to terrify Aventurine.

Making his way back to the Avgin's apartment, Ratio found the boy cleaning up the main living room area as he entered the room.

"There you are. I turned to let the cat cakes out, and you were gone."

"I had matters to attend to when we arrived back on Pier Point."

"Hope it wasn't serious."

Ratio sighed glancing at the boy. "Sugilite… he shouldn't bother you anymore." Aventurine was still staring at him as if he had trouble comprehending what was said.

"You… spoke to him?" There was fear and apprehension in the boy's tone. He hated himself for showing such weakness.

Ratio walked closer to Aventurine. "I did. There was no way I could take the chance of him trying capture you again." There was a pause as he considered his next words. "I know you have been thinking about him since we came back here."

Aventurine was silent at the accusation. He was right of course. Although the threat Sugilite posed was over, that didn't mean the man would stop his pursuit. "I hate him." The boy murmured. "Every time I was with him… he took what he wanted. Forced my body to respond to his commands against my wishes." Perhaps that had been the worst part, because no matter how abusive the acts got, how depraved or humiliating… or how long it lasted, Sugilite made him feel something when he was with the older man. "I hated myself more because of that."

Ratio's gaze lowered to the floor. Given what had been shared with him, he regretted waiting as long as he did to act. How many times could he have prevented Aventurine from getting assaulted? The only solace he took was that it wouldn't happen again if he could help it. "Physical pleasure is a common phenomenon to motivate humans to reproduce. It is how our species has lasted through so many Amber Eras." The doctor paused reaching out to curl his hand in the Avgin’s. "I am sure the thought of sex draws out those painful memories, but there are more ways to show someone you love them besides participating in such acts."

Aventurine's gaze moved to study Ratio's face. It wasn't as though he viewed the thought of sex with the good doctor as something abhorrent, but it was hard to get in the right mindset to feel completely comfortable. Though they shared the same bed, and even cuddled each other, Aventurine never had initiated sex with Ratio even when they were on Veritas Prime. "Are you saying you'd still want to be with me despite my hangups about intimacy?"

"I told you before, I would wait until we knew each other better. My stance has never changed." Ratio's voice lowered as he spoke further. Truthfully, Aventurine having a certain repulsion for sex wasn't out of the norm. He could only imagine how it must have been if he was passed around to different clients in his days as a slave. Even so, it hardly mattered to Ratio. "I don't need to have sex to be happy with you, Gambler."

Aventurine squeezed the doctor's hand. Had it been anyone else, the Avgin was sure no one would bothered with him. His body was the only other asset he had going for him. Strange how even after all of this time, Ratio never took advantage of that when he could have. All those times of showing weakness before this man and it hadn't resulted in the Avgin regretting his actions. It wasn't intentional because being weak was an antithesis to who Aventurine was. "Thanks, Doc." Leaning over, the Avgin placed a kiss on Ratio's lips. His lover accepted the gesture and Aventurine found himself smiling as they broke away from each other. "I really did luck out with you."

"I suppose there is something to that blessing of yours." Ratio's gaze moved to the clock. Though it was only 8pm, the trip back to Pier Point and having a deal with Sugilite took it out of him. "We should get some sleep. I am assuming you have to give Jade your report tomorrow?"

"Yeah, files were already sent over before I left, but it's always a formality to meet with her after a mission."

Ratio nodded before getting himself ready for bed. Curling up next to Aventurine, he drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow to be a taxing day for him and he wasn't sure how prepared he was to speak with Jade.

Ratio and Aventurine had grabbed breakfast at the food court the next morning. Though they had been gone for a month, it seemed that the place hadn't changed at all.

"Guess I should give my report to Lady Jade." The Avgin mused glancing at the time. "She was eager to know how it went and what took so long to resolve it."

For Ratio, it wasn't a surprise. It was unusual for such missions to take so long, but trying to gather all members of the Senate at once for such an important piece of legislation was an impossible. "I'm sure you can curb her ire with the deal that you made."

"I guess, but I still feel like she'll try to feed me to her pet." Finishing up his coffee he stood up. "Oh well, wish me luck. We'll chat later, Doc."

Ratio watched him leave wondering how much time he should give before he dropped by Jade's office. While she had never reached out to Ratio, he knew that the woman expected to speak with him soon too. In the end he settled on two hours. When the time arrived, Ratio found himself walking to her office. Giving a knock on the door he waited until it opened.

Jade greeted him with a smile. "Ah, Dr. Ratio, I was wondering if we'd get a chance to chat today. I'm glad you came so I won't have to work out a schedule. Please, come in."

Ratio entered and moved to his usual spot on the other side of her desk. There was a folder open with a few scattered papers that he suspected were from Aventurine.

Jade joined him, settling in her cushioned seat. "Aventurine has already given me the details of Veritas Prime, in all I would say that it was a successful venture. I do have a few questions that I would like clarified though."

"I'll try to answer as best I can."

"Veritas Prime has always had a good relationship with the IPC, I'm curious if you would know what made them act now on trying to renegotiate contracts?"

"There has always been rumblings about wanting to get a better deal. I believe since the planets capital gain has been increasing, it came down to simply….greed."

Glancing down at the folder, Jade flipped through a few pages. "I cannot deny that innovation often breeds seeds of envy." She stated in a matter of fact tone. "Still, a month to resolve this matter seems a bit much. Though I certainly allowed Aventurine and you to handle this matter, I thought it would still be expedited. I understand the Senate wanting all of their voices heard, but was there another factor that could have delayed your progress?"

Ratio thought for a moment before speaking. "A large part of how our government is able to function is due to letting all elected representatives have a chance to be heard. It is a regrettable flaw on how our nation was founded."

"Hmm, I see." She mused. "That child isn't our only asset in the Strategic Investment Department, but he is a key one. If I was to calculate our monthly loss in profit without Aventurine present for his typical duties, it seems two percent in revenue cannot be accounted for."

Although, the percentage was a low amount, when it came to the IPC's coffers, that could have translated to millions of credit. That was the opening she was hoping to use against him. Now he was beginning to understand just what Aventurine had meant when it came to dealing with the woman, but it was too late to back out now. "My apologies for keeping him longer than expected."

Jade made a soft sound in the back of her throat rereading the report Aventurine left. In truth, though some admissions had been given to Veritas Prime, the new contract still favored the IPC when it came to net gains. The Senate were stubborn fools, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about them for a few years from what Aventurine had relayed. "It's as I told you Dr. Ratio, I like to look at the bigger picture to reap the best benefits."

"You mentioned that in exchange for borrowing Aventurine, I incurred a debt with you. I would like to know just what that entails and how I can start to pay off the balance."

Jade smiled at that. It wasn't surprising the doctor would want to erase the debt as soon as possible, that was only natural . "A man that gets down to business. I have always liked that about you." She sat a bit straighter in her chair glancing at the terrarium with her pet inside. The python was rested on one of the stone structures though it's eyes seemed to be peering intently at Ratio. "Then I will cut to the chase. You are an asset to the Intelligentsia Guild and have often brought forth numerous projects that the IPC has benefited from over the years."

Ratio already didn't like where the conversation was heading. "I have told you before, that I'm not interested in being a worker of the IPC. Tempting as your contracts may be, it doesn't suit someone with my personality." He would have mentioned work ethic too, but morals had never been a deal breaker to the IPC, only results mattered.

"You have, which is why I won't waste my breath trying to convince you otherwise. It is best to keep our partners happy after all." Despite that though, she already knew how to use the doctor though. "Opal and I have agreed to offer you an alternative method. The IPC has a few lucrative jobs coming up in the coming fiscal year. We would like to bypass the Guild and take you on as a full time consultant." From what Diamond had described, it would be a challenging time. Nanook and THEIR cohorts were creating Stellaron crisis through the cosmos. In the face of tragedy, there would be more than enough opportunities to capitalize on the chaos that followed. "Naturally, you will be paid well for your services and given stipends to make up for your research work as well as teaching at your beloved university."

The conversation was just as Ratio thought it would go. Forcing his hand to get him to contribute directly to the company. Given how Jade was more than happy to give him so many perks, he knew that this would be the best offer she would give him. Only one question remained. "How long can I expect this arrangement to last?"

Jade just smiled. Her serpentine gaze meeting the doctor. "Two years. Surely you will be able to tear yourself away from your personal projects for such a paltry time span?"

Ratio closed his eyes for a moment as he considered. It was a lot longer than he would have liked, but at least there was an ending in sight. "I will need to make some arrangements, but I accept these terms."

"Splendid," Jade replied. "A contract will be drawn up so you can go over the finer details. We look forward to working with you Dr. Ratio."

A/N: There will be a sex scene with Aventurine and Ratio in the future, but right now narrative choices does have Aventurine as "sex repulsed"/ asexual for this moment of time.

Because this is a temporary state for Aventurine, I am opting to not mention this in tags because I don't want to give those looking for Ace!Aventurine the wrong expectation when they view this story.

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter Text

A/N: Please be mindful of the updated tags**.

**The Tag for Honkai Impact 3rd is a reference for the endings that will play out in the story (there will be two). You don't need to know anything about the game, but I wanted to add that one since the lore featured is pulled from that universe and not something I made up on a whim.

Aventurine's eyes fluttered opened, woken up by one of the cat cakes nuzzling against his arm. Beside him, Ratio was still fast asleep. It had been six months since the pair had come back to Pier Point from Veritas Prime. Six months since they had officially starting seeing each other. On the surface, nothing had changed as far as their usual behavior at Pier Point went. It had nothing to do with shame, but being who they were - a manager of the Strategic Development Department and a highly accomplished consultant, it was best to not exacerbate rumors. Aventurine still had his flirtatious air to maintain to get into the good graces of the IPC's clientele. His poker face was able to deceive many. The brand about his neck was a mark of bondage, but it also caused many to let down their guard and underestimate the Avgin. Aventurine could spin sweet nothings to seal the deal or root out weakness that he could use to his advantage with ease. All it took was a keen eye, a bit of psychology, and his proven luck. He was good at his job, something Jade had praised him as his accomplishments started to add up in his portfolio.

When the work day ended and he could crawl back to his lover, that was when Aventurine was most relaxed. Though they had kept separate apartments, Ratio had all but moved into the Avgin's apartment. The doctor had been incredibly patient, being mindful of Aventurine's boundaries and never making him feel pressured to participate in any action the Avgin didn't wish to. Quietly getting out of the bed, Aventurine moved into the bathroom to get ready for his next mission. The stark contrast between Aventurine's past "partners" and Ratio was like night and day. It was hard to believe that this was considered a normal relationship. When he finished cleaning up, the Avgin slipped into his clothing before going back to where Ratio was sleeping. Leaning forward, Aventurine placed a kiss over his lover's lips. He felt the doctor respond immediately opening his eyes. Roused out of his sleep, Ratio 's arm reached out pulling Aventurine on top of him returning the affection offered.

Aventurine made a soft sound in the back of his throat as they made out. When the Avgin finally broke the kiss, he chuckled. "Morning, doc. Figured I would beat your alarm this morning."

Ratio's attention turned to the digital clock on the nightstand. There were some business matters that needed to be taken care of courtesy of Jade. Ratio couldn't complain working under the woman was horrible, but he liked to stay on top of their business dealings. The less openings that he gave the woman, the better for Ratio. Giving another light peck to Aventurine, the doctor's arm rolled away from the Avgin’s neck. He was dressed in his typical work clothes which gave Ratio pause. "You are up early."

"Gotta catch the morning shuttle."

Ratio sighed. It seemed that Aventurine was always on the move. Though he should have expected it, the doctor still wasn't used to how busy the boy was kept. Aventurine seemed to not mind getting his hands into different projects. It would overwhelm a normal individual, but Aventurine managed to balance the missions effortlessly. Perhaps work was just a means to keep the Avgin from relapsing. Every so often, Ratio caught Aventurine staring off into space with a gloomy look passing over his face. Just as sudden as those abrupt mood swings happened, the boy bounced back to his usual self. Ratio did wonder about those tiny cracks, but he continued to stand by Aventurine and monitor him. Overall, Ratio could tell his lover was in better spirits and was not in duress like before, so he never pressed the matter. "Hopefully you won't be gone long this time."

Aventurine could only laugh as moved to his suitcase, double checking he had everything he needed for his trip. "Can't say for sure. You know how people like to drag things out when fortune doesn't favor them." There had been a few close calls, one which Jade had to intervene to stop him from being shot by Mad Bull. Although Ratio didn't get all of the details, he knew that particular incident caused the man to worry. "Any requests for a souvenir while I'm away?"

The last gift Aventurine gave the doctor was a rubber duck that was able to blow bubbles from its back. It wasn't the most expensive thing the boy could have gotten him, but Ratio appreciated that he was able to be acutely aware of the doctor's mundane interests. "Just come back in one piece, Gambler."

The Avgin's face softened hearing his lover's words. "Always, Doc."

It was rare that Obsidian was called into a meeting, but given that Jade had requested it, she knew better than to keep the other woman waiting. Obsidian always had respected Jade. Not only because Jade was her superior, but the woman was just as cutthroat and somehow able to spill less blood than Obsidian if push came to shove. It wasn't her style, but the Stonehearts were always about the end results which made them so effective at their jobs.

Taking the elevator up to the management offices, Obsidian pondered what this was about. As she moved down the hallway, the sound of her high heels echoed. Just about all of the rooms by the Stonehearts were out, all but Jade's and Opal's. Obsidian gave a knock on Jade's door. In a matter of seconds, the door opened revealing the woman.

"There you are." Jade greeted her companion.

Obsidian entered, staring out at window of the room, she saw Opal. The Pepeshi* might have been short in stature, but like Jade, he had a keen eye for detail and an explosive temper to match. "A meeting of the P46's? Don't tell me you have prey you want to sink your teeth into?"

"Not everything is meant to bleed for your pleasure, Obsidian." Opal muttered.

"Everything has blood, so I disagree with you."

Jade found herself making tea for her guests as they bantered. Though it was hard call the trio of them family, Jade knew them better than the other Stonehearts. They had worked side by side together for years and she was familiar with their quirks. When she had finished brewing a fresh pot, she offered a teacup to Obsidian and Opal. Sitting down at her desk, Jade entered a command on her holographic monitor. Withing a few seconds, a miniature 3D model of Penacony illuminated the room.

Obsidian found herself laughing as she saw the image. Though there were markers, she and Opal knew of the place intimately from their sordid history with the planet. "My, my… this is unexpected."

Opal found himself staring at the model with a certain contempt. "Is this a request from Diamond?"

"It is," Jade mused. "The Family has extended an invitation to the IPC and other factions. We aren't sure of the reason given they have always held us at a distance, but Diamond believes that this is the best opportunity for us to take action and… entice the Family's cooperation."

"A waste of time." Opal finally commented between sips of his tea. "It would be best to blow up the planet and start anew."

Obsidian agreed with the Pepeshi. The Family was a large entity deluded in their belief that the world would be unified under a grand harmonious song. It was the type of fantasy that one told children that were misbehaving. Put into practice, The Harmony was a foolish path to consider, and she doubted any good would come out of speaking to anyone with such childish notions. "No one would accept the IPC's presence until the Family were to be eliminated, if anything were to be done, it should start by getting rid of them."

Jade considered the words of her companions. It wasn't surprising to hear them speak so negatively about the matter. Both of them had a bad habit of using a hammer to solve their problems rather than trying to use a scalpel. "Before such drastic measures can be considered, Diamond has requested that we try to settle this matter amicably."

Obsidian let out a sigh. "If that is Diamond's will."

Opal arched a brow. "You are interested in taking this mission?"

"I wouldn't say interested is the right word… but I would be content to have it."

That didn't sit right with the Pepeshi. He trusted Obsidian to finish the job, he didn't trust her to have the finesse required to complete it per Diamond's orders. "I would rather I handle this problem… I am more familiar with the issues that we face with dealing with the Family."

"As if you are any better." Obsidian countered.

Opal had no response to that. He never liked Penacony to begin with, that fact alone would cloud his judgment on what was to be done about it. "I am of the same mind of Obsidian. Even if I were to think of a reasonable solution, I doubt my methods would be what Diamond would agree with." He finished the rest of his tea before placing the saucer on the coffee table. "Well... now that I know why you requested this meeting Jade, what did you have in mind?"

"I would like your permission to give this project to Aventurine."

Obsidian couldn't help but scoff. As if she didn't hear enough about the boy, but now this. "You wish to give one of our premier financial stakes to him?"

Jade remained poised, calmly enjoying her tea even as Obsidian questioned her. "You have seen what he is capable of doing. His methods might be extreme and unorthodox, but he has never failed to deliver on his goals." Her gaze fell on the hologram of Penacony. "The person that cost the IPC a great deal of credits and manpower solving one of the greatest fumbles of the IPC. There is a certain irony if he succeeds, wouldn't you agree?"

Opal didn't need to be told, but to see this task trusted to such a new member even gave him pause. "You seem to hold him in great regard."

"One must let those with high ambitions spread their wings."

Perhaps she had a point, but watching the Avgin crash and burn in the process might be just as humorous too.

The trip getting to planet […] was exhausting. Aventurine had saved enough money to get his own private shuttle and employed his own staff to help him get around, but being stuck in a shuttle for several hours still was so dreadfully boring. When he finally touched down at the station hub, the Avgin wasted no time in booking a hotel. Opening his laptop, he went over the details of the mission. First was to make contact with several influential members that were on the Board of Trustees. The second was to convince them to invest into IPC properties and work out trade agreements that would benefit both parties. Simple enough.

The next night, he went out to carry out his task. A masked ball had been called inviting all of the bigwigs and persons deemed of great importance to the event. Aventurine was dressed in a three piece aquamarine tuxedo that matched his mask perfectly. It was a black mask, with golden, green, and aquamarine accents, though the mask only extended to his eyes and nose, the feathers that formed a crest made the mask stick out and look bigger than it was. Finding his targets were much easier than anticipated. It was concerning that such wealthy elites flaunted themselves shamelessly to the crowd. They clearly thought themselves better than their 'common men', and that was something that Aventurine had used to his advantage as he convinced two of them to invest in the IPC. Although Jade said that no formal contract needed to be signed, there would be a tentative agreement for the Trustees to visit Pier Point in the future.

It was the third Trustee where the Avgin found his biggest hurdle. He could tell that the man, a tall fellow with golden eyes and cropped brownish blonde hair was hardly paying attention to what Aventurine was saying. Nevertheless the man couldn't keep his eyes off the Avgin, something that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

The Trustee, smiled when Aventurine finished his pitch before speaking. "If the IPC is that interested in developing a relationship with the Trustees-" The man paused, "Perhaps we should work out some… intimate details in my office."

For the Avgin, that inflection and the way that the man was looking at him was enough to make his blood curdle. It made him think back to those unhappy times when he had no autonomy. Though he knew people like that existed in the world, it was jarring how lecherous and bold they could be. Aventurine remained calm, a soft laugh coming from him as he maneuvered himself away from the man. "Forgive me, but I'm spoken for." The boy could see the disappointment in the other man, but he ignored it as he pressed on, determined to complete his task.

In the end, a bit of persuasion finally won the last Trustee over after the awkwardness of being hit on. With his job done, Aventurine pulled himself away from the main ballroom. There were a lot of people, and he was mentally drained having to "perform" for so many. Thankfully though, he had completed his mission within a day and could relax.

A woman was watching Aventurine as he conducted business. She was petite, dressed in a red sleeveless stared back at him. Over her face was a kitsune mask that half white and red. Her brown hair was tied up in two pigtails giving her an almost child-like appearance. She couldn't help herself truth be told. It was rare to run into the IPC lapdogs, much less someone with Aventurine's appearance.

Giggling to herself, she shadowed the boy until he made his way back to the hotel room. "I wonder if you will entertain a Fool, Lapdog." The woman mused to herself. The Tavern would surely welcome someone from the IPC in their ranks. It was so absurd, even Aha would be amused. Going to meet with her companions, she decided to tell them about her find. Perhaps coming here wasn't a horrible idea after all.

Aventurine had just gotten out of the shower when he noticed a letter likely slipped under the frame of the door while he was occupied. Arching a brow, he grabbed it, seeing a waxed seal. It was so gaudy… it reminded him of the way Jade often sent official missives to him. The Avgin opened it before reading the contents within.

Dear IPC Peacock,

We've been watching you tonight. Your playful struts, the way your body seizes up to present yourself to your masters... you truly are a marvel to behold! We find you interesting despite your class and profession and would like to extend an invite to you to join the Tavern. Aha will welcome you with open arms! See us at the local nightclub with your peacock mask, we look forward to hearing from you.

-The Tavern

Aventurine read over the note several times before frowning. Lately he did feel like someone had been following him, but he assumed he was being paranoid. This was the first time a stalker had come directly to him though. "The Tavern…" He heard of them before. Followers of Aha the Elation. Unpredictable, and usually harmless, pathstriders. The faction wasn't a major player given how they came and went on a whim. There was little doubt that one of them was at the ball tonight. As much as he wanted to wonder about who it was, he sighed before tearing the letter to shreds in his hands.

Tempting as it was to leave the IPC, he knew he'd be dragged back to Diamond if he tried such a stunt. It was better to live in a gilded cage than be hunted down across the cosmos until his dying breath. With the business matter settled he turned his attention to more pressing matters. To save himself some time, he typed up his report before emailing it to Jade. Reaching for his phone he sent a text message saying that he'd be returning to Pier Point soon.

[I look forward to your report.] The woman messaged back.

As he prepared to get back on the shuttle, Aventurine's phone alerted him to a new message. [Meet me in my office when you arrive back at Pier Point.] He blinked not understanding why Jade would send him such a message, but then he looked at who the sender was. "Opal?" The Avgin said unable to keep the surprise out of his voice. It was the first time that the Pepeshi had ever contacted him before.

Obsidian found herself stalking back to her mansion after the meeting with Jade and Opal. While it seemed as though Penacony wouldn't be her problem to solve, she couldn't help but be a bit annoyed how the conversation ended. Aventurine had been impressive, but she had long believed that the boy was rising to the ranks at an alarming rate. Clearly he was capable, but she didn't care. He was an upstart that seemed to be in the right place at the right time. Jade clearly favored the boy and then there was Sugilite too who still fawned over him like a love-struck puppy. Just picturing her partner in crime had her let out a sigh. "I suppose I should prepare to see you tonight, Suggy."

It was 8:00 pm when Obsidian's butler opened the front door. Sugilite didn't even have to ring the doorbell to announce his arrival. Every month for the past six months, he'd come here to see Obsidian. It wasn't a deal that he expected to make, but her status within the IPC was higher than him, and thus she had access to information that he normally didn't. Paying for such information wasn't as simple as exchanging credits. She didn't need money, and both of them knew that. The pleasure that she sought wasn't what most people would permit themselves to be subject to. Sugilite suspected that is why Obsidian insisted that he pay her this way. It tested his resolve, had him put his pride on the line, and for someone that valued control, to give it up tested his sincerity.

The butler said nothing as Sugilite walked to Obsidian's room. It was sectioned off in three areas. The main area was her dedicated bedroom. It looked like what anyone would expect from a normal room, furred carpets, expensive wooden furniture, bookshelves and other accents pieces. The only thing amiss was the chains on the ends of her canopy bed. The other section was her over-sized bathroom, but it was the last room that held all of the woman's dark secrets. Obsidian was at her vanity dressed in black silk under dress putting on make up. She didn't even to look back to acknowledge him as he shut the door behind himself.

"Take off your clothing and get on the wooden bench. I'll be with you shortly."

Sugilite glanced at the door that led to her "play room". Resigning himself, he stripped out of his clothing placing them neatly on a love seat before entering the other section of Obsidian's room. The play room represented the true Obsidian that he had come to know over the years. Though the walls, ceiling, and tile floor were black, it was for practical purposes. A hose and cleaning products were shoved in the corner. The floors also had a drain to make clean up easier though Sugilite's sensitive nose could still smell the faint scent of blood that lingered in the room. He was sure that several people had ended up here and didn't walk out of the room. He was lucky in that regard.

Scattered in the play room were different furniture pieces that Obsidian had picked out to sate her… particular tastes. Cages of various shapes, Andrew's Crosses, obedience chairs, lab tables, slings, chains hanging from the ceiling. Weapons, toys and everything in between were strewn across tables and on hangers along the walls. She had subjected Sugilite to most of them just to get a reaction out of him. He walked closer to the wooden bench. A segmented piece that had a main body covered in leather. The way the device was constructed had him lay on his stomach on the edge with his butt exposed. Four smaller sections were designed to support the his knees and arms that had restraints for each limb. From past experiences, he knew that each piece could be manipulated to put him in more compromising positions. Though he put himself in the restraints, he didn't bother to tie himself. Though he knew Obsidian would do it, there was no need to debase himself further.

Sugilite wasn't left alone long before he heard the door open. Obsidian stalked over to him, tightening his bonds so he couldn't move. When she was satisfied, she moved in front of the bench grabbing a fistful of his hair. He made a pained sound as his head was forced back in an unnatural angle against the bench.

"You didn't even question me tonight or try to resist..." Perhaps she should have expected it considering he continued to "pay" for her services, but she still was bothered her companion made himself willing prey.

"We have a deal." He murmured. "I want that information."

Obsidian's eyes darkened. "That Avgin can't be worth what you are giving up." Sugilite didn't answer her which only agitated her rage. "Fool." Abruptly, she left him going over to a table. Picking up a cat o nine tails and a vial of lemon juice she came back to her prey. There was no preamble as she took aim at his back before sending the whip down at his bare skin.

Sugilite cried out, exhaling sharply. He could sense that she was mad, but he didn't try to beg for forgiveness. All he needed to do was endure, giving the woman her pound of flesh. The cat o nine rained down on his back. As much as he wanted to keep his cries to a minimal, it was impossible. He could feel blood dripping down on the wooden bench, parts of his skin torn open exposing the soft tissues underneath. He was breathing heavy, a sheen of sweat evident along his body.

Obsidian was impassive as she looked at her handiwork. Perhaps she had gotten carried away, but as her hands moved over the blooded mess on his back, she brought her bloodied fingernails to push into the flayed skin, Hearing the pained moan from her prey aroused her. "Oh Suggy… how beautiful you are painted in blood." She said breathlessly bringing her soiled hand up to her lips. She sampled him, enjoying the familiar taste of the crimson liquid. He had always been Obsidian's favorite, able to recognize his signature taste. It was a pity that Sugilite never seemed to entertain how perfect they could have been together… so engrossed in that Avgin of his.

Pathetic. Obsidian opened the vial of lemon juice, letting the citric acid pour into Sugilite's worst wounds. Though she was mindful to not severely maim her prey, she still took precautions to prevent infections. Sugilite cried out feeling his back being lit on fire from the antiseptic, weakly pulling at the bonds until his body collapsed unable to hold himself up. She had no intention on letting him rest. Using the adjusters, she forced Sugilite's head where it would rest against her crotch. "You've been screaming a bit too much for my liking, let's put your mouth to better use." She murmured pushing up her silk dress to expose herself.

Sugilite could see her juices flowing down her inner thighs. He obeyed, tongue rolling out to work her folds in his mouth and please her. He could hear her moaning as he ate her, fingers fisting in his hair to force their bodies closer as he got her off.

"Good boy, Suggy." She panted, unable to hide her excitement.

Pleasure and pain… they were two sides of the same coin. She relished giving him both, that had always been apparent as he willingly gave himself to her. He had lost count of how many times she bled him, forced him to pleasure her, had him scream until he had no voice left to give. In the end, she had taken him back to her bedroom when the play room ceased to entertain her. Tying his bloodied body to the bedpost, Obsidian straddled herself over his hips used him for the rest of the night until he passed out.

By the time Sugilite opened his eyes, he could feel pain from all of the wounds Obsidian had given him, it was always a significant amount. He made a grunt struggling to get comfortable as he lay on his stomach. A hand slipped casually over his bare hip causing him to turn his eyes to the side. His partner was there, naked, covered in his dried blood, with a content look in her eyes. "Are you satisfied?" He asked.

"For now." Obsidian said quietly, sitting up on the bed. Knowing what he was here for, she gave him the tidbit of information he was seeking. "It seems your pet has been given a new task… He will be in charge of the Penacony project."

Sugilite couldn't keep his eyes from widening at the news.

"I could have done it, but Opal decided against my… methods." She didn't seem upset, dealing with the Family seemed like petty nonsense. "I suspect he will be dealing with that for quite some time." Sugilite's silence made her wonder what he was scheming. Either way, she got what she wanted. She reached over to remove her partner's shackles on his wrists so he could move freely before removing herself off the bed. "You've been stalking that boy's movements for a while… what exactly are you waiting for? Or are you just looking for any excuse for me to abuse you?"

Sugilite watched her out of the corner of his eyes. It had been a long time, but he needed to take every precaution imaginable. Making a person like Aventurine disappear was no small task and the risk was high. "I have my reasons. Just keep doing what we agreed upon."

The woman rolled her eyes before going into her bathroom to clean up. "Then same time next month, Suggy." A part of her was wondering how long her partner planned to keep doing this. Then again… she would be lying to herself if she said she was happy with their arrangement. Maybe she could make it a more permanent affair.

Getting a summons from Opal was not something that Aventurine had ever envisioned. Although he was aware that the Pepeshi was the same level as Jade, the two never had a reason to interact since the Avgin reported to Jade on a regular basis. Did the woman know about this? Surely she had to… it was in her nature to know about anything and everything.

As Aventurine took the elevator to the Stoneheart's offices, he wondered what this could be about. His performance perhaps? He hadn't done anything grossly negligent from what he could recall. His relationships with the clientele maybe? Though Aventurine still was a horrible flirt to either sex, he still was not one to cross into the inappropriate range. Even if he wasn't with Ratio, the thought of someone touching him still made his skin crawl. The more that he questioned why Opal was wanting to meet with him, the more confused the Avgin became. He sighed when the door finally opened to the Stoneheart's floor, and made his way down the corridor.

One thing that he had noticed was that all of the doors, baring Opal's were without their lights. It shouldn't have been a surprise considering that all of the Stonehearts were busy with various tasks, but it made the Avgin all the more alert. When he got to Opal's door, he lightly knocked on it before a voice beckoned him inside.

Thick plush carpeting covered the floor. Though it was dyed in soft colors, Aventurine wouldn't have been surprised if the pelt came from a near extinct animal. He took in the sight of Opal's office. Unlike Jade's office, there was no live animal in the center of the room, but that didn't mean that the Pepeshi didn't show off his money as all of the Stonehearts did in one way or another. Along the walls were heads of different animals all over the cosmos. Though their eyes were lifeless, it made Aventurine's skin craw feeling that they were all looking at him with disdain. There were also several different guns were preserved in glass cases. Many of them looking primitive between matchlock, doglock, and flintlock pistols and rifles.

There was a stark contrast to the trophies on the wall to the other areas in the room. Though Opal was short in stature, he had regular sized furniture. In the middle of the room was a large, grandiose projection table. On either side were two couches with matching coffee tables. Torchiere lamps that had stained glasses of various colors produced light patterns in the room that mimicked an opal stone.

Opal was staring out at the window, enjoying the sunset even as the Avgin entered. He didn't bother turning around as he addressed the other Stoneheart. "I was wondering how long you were going to keep me waiting."

"Forgive me," The Avgin apologized before shutting the door behind him. He didn't try to explain himself or bother with excuses. His attention turned to the projection table. A miniature model of the Asdana Star system was displayed, memoria bubbles emitting foam in real time.

Penacony.

It was hard not to know about the place given the reputation that it had on the IPC. Curious as it was, the Avgin didn't voice his curiosity. "I understand you wished to discuss a certain matter with me?"

The Pepeshi said nothing, letting the silence stretch between them. He was weighing his options given what was discussed in the meeting that he had with Jade and Obsidian. Ultimately though, despite his misgivings, Jade had a point. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small music box. Cranking the handle, he waited until the device couldn't be turned anymore before letting the melody play. "The IPC has been invited to the Planet of Festivities for the upcoming Charmony Festival."

There was something about hearing the music that was unsettling. Although he never considered himself to have an ear for music, some of the notes being played seemed off. Beyond that though, it was Opal's words that gave him pause. "The Family has never invited the IPC there before. Did something change?"

Opal could only shrug his shoulders. "We aren't sure… it appears that many factions have been also sent invitations, from the Tavern to even the Astral Express."

The fact that Opal was divulging details gave him pause. It was almost as though this was a briefing. "Are you saying you want me to attend on the IPC's behalf?"

"You have proved yourself a capable individual."

Had it been anyone else, the Avgin might have taken it as a compliment. Unfortunately Opal, like many, looked down on him for whatever reason. He tried to pay it no mind as his attention moved to the holographic model. "Penacony… Is Diamond finally ready to do something about it?

"This historic debit is utterly unimaginable. So, the profit involved is also… shockingly high."

Though he remembered seeing Opal when he had been inducted in the Stonehearts, the Pepeshi didn't bother Aventurine. In fact, this was the only other occasion that the two were in the same room as far as he could remember. "But why me?" He asked.

"It should have been me, but Diamond believes that the Family still has some value in cooperation and still hopes that this affair has some room for a peaceful resolution. So after some thought, I've concluded that you're the best candidate."

The Avgin couldn't keep the surprise off his face. "This is only our second conversation ever. Do you trust me that much?"

"No, I've never trusted you. Perhaps Jade does, but I don't. Maybe luck won't be on your side this time, and the bill for all of your past good fortune will come due." He turned around meeting Aventurine's gaze. "But isn't that what you've been longing for?"

Aventurine could say nothing to counter that claim. The darkest part of him knew that Opal had a point. It crept into his consciousness out of nowhere. When despair had overwritten any thought of rationality. That was when he saw himself not as an IPC manager, but as Kakavasha again.

Opal walked closer to the Avgin offering him the small music box. "You are dismissed."

Aventurine retreated to his office still bewildered at the news. Penacony had always been a topic of discussion from what he could remember even when he had been taking lessons from Ratio. Like the Egyhazo incident, the former prison had long been a blemish on the IPC's legacy. There had to be an irony for Opal to believe he could pull off neutralizing the Family for negotiations. Giving a sigh, Aventurine reached for his cornerstone in a secret compartment in his desk. Though he was aware of the power it could provide, never had he relied on it. The sticky situations he found himself in usually could be resolved by his intuition and perhaps luck itself. As his gaze went over the pale green cornerstone though, Opal's words replayed in his mind.

"Maybe luck won't be on your side this time, and the bill for all of your past good fortune will come due."

Aventurine hadn't prayed to Giathra since he had been imprisoned as a slave. His Goddess proved time and again he was special enough to protect. Surely SHE would continue to do so. Why then, as he tried to picture how he would solve the problem in Penacony, did it feel as though a great weight was crushing him? He had stared Death in the face before, but he could sense this mission would be different than the others. An impossible task, but if he pulled it off, he would have riches beyond his dreams. It was another risky wager, and there was no option to back out of it. "The path is set, the stakes are high… I'll have to bet it all." He murmured. Such an undertaking would require allies and every scrap of information he could get his hands on.

Aventurine didn't waste any time the next day. The Charmony Festival would be here soon and before he left he wanted to be prepared for everything. He had come early to Pier Point leaving a message to Ratio that he would be busy for a number of weeks.

[Doc, I have to prep for a big job so I will be busy for the next few weeks. Can you take care of the little ones for me?]

It was a few minutes later Ratio responded. [Of course, take care of yourself.]

With the more pressing matter taken care of, he turned his attention to the mission. The Avgin summoned his subordinates, all two of them to gather every scrap of information they could for Penacony and the Family. From their history even before it had become a prison, to getting insights how the natives behaved, to even interviews past staff members on record. Aventurine felt that familiarizing himself with how they operated would give him the edge he needed in negotiations. One name kept appearing in the intelligence reports: Sunday Oak. The leader of the Oak Family, the person who was in charge of all of Penacony's affairs. Aventurine would need to make contact with him and start negotiations there.

Aventurine made it a point to lay it on thick when it came to booking his reservations for himself and the staff that would be coming with him. Thankfully the concierge seemed to be enamored by his sweet talking and he was able to get some insights as to whom had been invited. As Opal said, it was many, well outside of the Family's typical behavior. It made him believe that something else was going on in Penacony.

Giving a sigh, the Avgin looked at the music box. Playing the small device, he knew he wasn't hearing things. The notes that were playing were off. "Curious…" He murmured.

As Aventurine worked from the office, he started to become aware of what it was like to be stuck in a cubicle. He couldn't say that he enjoyed it. The only saving grace was that he had his own space and had a wonderful look outside of his window. The more that he puzzled as to how to approach dealing with Penacony, it was clear that the methods he needed to use wouldn't be simple. The more that Aventurine looked at the stakes involved, the players, what he had to offer… everything was working against him.

Given what was involved, the Avgin couldn't deal with this matter alone. His staff did grunt work, but he couldn't depend on them outside of that. Then there was Ratio, but even with the doctor, he still needed something else. His attention went to the other Stonehearts. Bar the few instances were two collaborated together for a mission, they were known to work independently.

Aventurine thought that this would be an exception, but he wondered who would be suitable (and willing) to work with him. He got his answer on a conference call between the Stonehearts. It was the only few times that he got to hear from some of his colleagues. He still didn't know what Sapphire, Amber, or Agate looked like but they were very much active given the few instances that he heard them speak. Today though, something significant had happened. Just hearing that Topaz had failed had Aventurine's mouth twitch into a smile.

[" Your rank will be demoted from P45 to P44, with corresponding adjustment to your basic salary. All bonuses for the current cycle will be revoked, including stock options and performance bonuses.

You will also need to submit an additional report regarding this incident to Diamond. If you have any objections to this penalty, you may also file an appeal in writing."]

Topaz as he had come to find had been favored by Jade, so to see her land in hot water was amusing to say the least. Still, it did present Aventurine with an opportunity. He wouldn't say that Topaz was his favorite person to speak to (and he suspected the feeling was mutual), but she would want to get her rank back. That alone was enough to garner her cooperation. He couldn't help but throw the bait to her when the conference concluded.

["Since you get the point, let's get down to business... I'm currently at Pier Point — there's a major deal that could affect the whole department. I just so happen to need a reliable project manager for the job... what do you say, old friend?"]

Topaz wasn't impressed by Aventurine's snide comments. ["Huh, and what prompted the mighty Aventurine to start collaborating with others?"]

The Avgin couldn't help but keep her in suspense as he cast the line. ["Penacony, what else?"]

[" ...What?"]

["That's right! Now that's the kind of reaction I was hoping for."]

Topaz wasn't the least bit amused by the news. ["Hold on a minute... Diamond picked you for this project? I was expecting someone like Opal or Obsidian to handle it — at least somebody higher than rank P46..."]

That was the million credit question on Aventurine's mind too, but he'd dare not admit that to her. ["Honestly, who knows? "The Family" has some pretty questionable characters. If you ask me, doing business with them is a lost cause… But as we both know, the IPC does more than just "business deals" — guess it's my time to shine. So, how about it? This is a rare opportunity. Consider it. You never know, you might even be able to make up for your blunder on Jarilo-VI."]

Under the normal circumstances she would have said no, but as she looked at the snow covered peaks in the distance, she hew that she had to make it up and regain her pride. Giving a sigh she answered. ["I'll be back at Pier Point in three days."]

["Splendid, see you then… partner."]

It had been business as usual for Jade. While she was always busy with something, never did she let work interfere with her pleasures. It was a benefit in being a P46, short of the occasional mission from Diamond, she set her own schedule. Today was a rest day were she looked over various reports. Having Dr. Ratio under her employ was certainly one of the better investments of the quarter. The man's work was impeccable, and despite his personality, he could get the job done if given the right tools.

As she was looking at the latest acquisitions on her holographic monitor, a knock came at her door. She hadn't been expecting anyone, but nevertheless spoke to whoever was on the other side. "Come in." It was not one, but two people that had come inside. In truth, Jade was surprised to find Topaz with the company of Aventurine. The girl had told her in private company she didn't care for the newest Stoneheart, but she remained cordial. Jade's gaze moved to Aventurine, who's left hand was hidden behind his back. Jade sat up a bit straighter in her seat before speaking. "Rare that I am visited by two Stonehearts at once when I did not call you."

Aventurine's fingernails were digging into the palm of his hand as he stared back at the woman. This would be a calculated wager, but the way that he saw it, there was little choice he had. "I'd like to speak to you about my upcoming mission."

Jade hummed as she took in the Avgin's words. "As I anticipated, Opal chose you to handle the Penacony case, but it seems... you've found a new ally." She remarked, gesturing for them to take a seat on the ornate chairs. When the two were settled she spoke further. "What do you need to collect bad debts owed by Penacony?"

"Your Cornerstone," Aventurine replied, meeting her gaze.

Jade hummed glancing between the pair. "Well, this is the first time anyone has asked for such a thing. What price will you pay in return?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Our Cornerstones," the young lady replied.

"And my life, too. I have no choice except that if I want to tear open a gash in Penacony." A glimmer of light flickered within the bottomless pupils of the young man.

When their eyes met, various memories of the past flickered past, then settled on the image of her first encounter with these two. A scale rested on the edge of her desk. While it was mostly for sure, sometimes it did serve a practical purpose. She let out a soft sigh, placing a miniature toy model of Penacony on one end of the scale. "Each of us has our own beginnings and endings."

The topaz Cornerstone was placed on the other end of the scale.

Satisfied Jade continued to speak watching the boy pull out his own Cornerstone. "This journey together may be long or short, but as long as we haven't reached the end, we must honor our contract."

The aventurine Cornerstone followed, creating strain on the scale.

"In this world, nothing is truly beyond value. Everything can be measured, leveraged, and traded..."

In the end, the jade Cornerstone was placed on the scale, and the scales tipped completely and fell on the desk. A silence persisted as Jade stared at the overturned toy model. "Now, let's trade them for the future of Penacony."

Ever since Aventurine had sent Ratio the message that he would be busy, their time spent together was limited. The times that Ratio was at their apartment, Aventurine left before he woke and came home when he was already asleep. The few times the doctor woke up in the middle of the night was when he could cuddle his lover.

By the end of the second week, Ratio knew that something significant was going on. It would have been one thing if Aventurine's mission kept him away on a different planet. Different tactics had to be deployed and that could take time as Veritas Prime had proved. The Avgin was not someone to stay huddled up in an office. It was hard to say if he even had a relationship with the other Stonehearts or the IPC personnel. The question became what exactly was he doing? The doctor tried not to worry. Aventurine could take care of himself. As long as he continued to come back home, that should have been enough.

By the time the third week had come, Ratio had to call on a pet sitter to look after the cat cakes while he was pulled away for work related matters. He had to fine tune details on the newest schematics for the latest bio weapon the IPC was building. Not exactly his area of expertise, but Jade seemed to think he was capable. By the end of the week, the doctor had made the proper adjustments and even streamlined a few commands that would make the machine more efficient. He didn't want to know why the IPC had commissioned such a thing. He tried not to think about the practical implications. The doctor was well aware of what the organization was capable of… Still, he had done his job and all he could think about was returning home to Pier Point.

The cat cakes were there to greet him. Given that no lights were on in the apartment, he suspected that Aventurine was pulling another late night. Giving a smile to the pets he leaned down, giving them playful scritches along their heads. "Let's get you all taken care of before I tend to myself."

The Doctor did so, being sure they had water, food, and were brushed down before tending to his own needs. He spent a half hour in the tub, happy to be back at home. Engrossed in his latest book he found in the library, he didn't register that the apartment door opened. By the time Ratio had dried himself off and got in his pajamas. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Aventurine sitting on the bed. "Gambler…" Just by looking at the clock, he could tell that his lover had returned at a decent time tonight.

Aventurine smiled at the doctor. The last three weeks had come and gone, and he knew that he was out of time for any further preparation. The thought scared him more than he cared to admit. When he looked at Ratio though, seeing the way he was confident, the way that he carried himself even in his nightwear… he was so beautiful. If things really did go badly, he wanted to leave this world having pleasant memories with this man.

Ratio watched at the Avgin got to his feet, walking closer to him. While he didn't think that Aventurine was a danger, he couldn't help but feel that something was off. "Gambler? What are you-" A finger pressed against Ratio's lips silencing him.

It was hard to put into words how the Avgin felt. It was an urge that he long thought was buried from being treated like an animal in the past. Ratio… he wasn't like them, and that was enough for Aventurine to take the plunge into that abyss once more. "Just once, I'd like to know what it is like… to truly be with you."

Ratio's eyes widened in shock. Ever since they had come back to Pier Point, he had been mindful not to press that issue with his lover. They cuddled, they kissed, they bonded on mundane tasks, but he could always tell that Aventurine still was hesitant to take that last step forward in their relationship.

Aventurine used his body weight to press Ratio against the wall. His lover let him, going still as they locked eyes. No matter how many times he crunched the numbers or went over the scenarios in his head, he had come to the same conclusion. Penacony was a suicide mission. Perhaps that had always been the case for several missions, but the more that he looked into the complex situation that the Planet of Festivities found itself in, Death would be nipping at his heels. That fact alone should have worried the Avgin. To preserve his life should have been a top priority. No sane person wanted to die. His heart started to flutter in his chest as he leaned up, balancing on his tip toes to capture Ratio's lips.

Aventurine had everything that he could want, of course he should do anything in his power to make it out of this mission alive, yet there had always been a part of him, the part that struggled to heal… that continued to hollow itself into the marrow of his bones. The boy whose race was so insignificant that his people had been banished to the deserts to rot. The slave that was only worth sixty tanabas, whose only worth was warming a bed. Those cracks, no matter how far in the cosmos he would travel, no matter what accolades he might have gained, would not change that part his life. Lavish as it was, his "life" could never be owned by Aventurine. He was merely a receptacle to multiply wealth. How did one justify doing so much with getting so little in return? He couldn't answer that, yet the cycle repeated itself every time he opened his eyes.

Ratio responded to the Avgin's kiss in earnest. His lover's lips had always been soft, but something seemed different. It wasn't the way that Aventurine's tongue had moved in his mouth, but the way which it brushed over his own. No longer was it pensive, but there was a need to possess Ratio. That became more apparent when he felt his head pressed against the back of the wall. Aventurine was using his body weight to pin him. That didn't bother Ratio, his lover was exploring his mouth, deliberate and wanting. By the time Aventurine had parted, Ratio was breathing a bit heavier. He didn't move, Ratio's eyes were lidded letting Aventurine make the next move. Perhaps it was nothing, but if Aventurine was to move things further, it would be at the Avgin's pace.

The doctor got his answer when Aventurine’s hands moved to the buttons on his pajama top. Unsteady fingers exposed his chest touching the smooth flesh of his pectorals. Ratio felt warm, each touch along his body was sending jolts of electricity through him. He might have been behaving himself, but he could not deny the urges that shot to his loins. Aventurine's lips brushed over his left nipple. The doctor swallowed hard, the Avgin’s tongue darting out his mouth giving a teasing lick before taking the nub between his teeth. A soft moan left Ratio's mouth feeling the small area of flesh stand at attention.

Aventurine was pleased watching his lover respond to him. Ratio was being so good letting the Avgin play with him. Eventually Aventurine teased Ratio’s other nipple until both of them were stiffened and aching. Closely as he was pressed to his lover, it was easy to feel Ratio’s hardened cock pressing against his leg. "I want you." Aventurine said in a sultry voice.

"Gambler…" The doctor breathed out. He wasn't sure what to even say. What had gotten into his lover? Before he could begin to answer that question, the Avgin’s grabbed him by his waist guiding him over to the bed. They stumbled over themselves, Ratio laying on his back while Aventurine loomed over him on his hands and knees. It wasn't like the Avgin to be so demanding. If he didn't know Aventurine, the doctor would swear this was someone else completely. Fingers hooked around Ratio's pajama bottoms and underwear before his lover removed them, shoving the material into a bunch as Aventurine turned his attention to his flagging member.

One thing that had become apparent to the Avgin was that his lover was huge. Intimidating as Ratio was, Aventurine pushed through his hesitation. He wanted to do this - and his lips parted, taking Ratio in his mouth. Aventurine heard the doctor inhale sharply as he tasted his lover. There was a heavenly scent around Ratio, the Avgin could smell it as his nose got tickled by the coarse pubic hair as his head bobbed up and down on the length of his lover's cock. The Avgin was rewarded for his efforts with Ratio's gasps and moans cutting through the silence of the room.

The man had always maintained an air of composure with every task that he had done. It felt as though Aventurine was peeling back a new layer from his lover. A side, burrowed away from the mortal masses. A flush of red fell over Ratio's cheeks, his body squirming unsure of what to do with itself. There were so many foreign sensations going on at once. For someone that didn't masturbate on a regular basis, it was like the flood gates had been opened. His hips grinded against the Avgin's lips, his fingers and toes curled into the sheets. He couldn't take any more of this. His mouth parted as a coil within him finally snapped. Stars flashed behind his eyes as he orgasmed, his seed spurting within his lover's mouth as he cried out.

Aventurine didn't stop what he was doing, drinking it all down. Just for that split second, watching the way his lover's body seized up, it was the the sexiest thing he'd ever witnessed in his life. Knowing that this man chose him out of all of the beings in the universe… he could almost forgive all of the pain that he had endured just for this moment. The Avgin's cheeks were flushed as he watched Ratio catch his breath. "We aren't done yet, Doc." He spoke breathlessly.

The doctor watched the Avgin fumble with shaky hands pulling off the rest of his clothing in a playful strip tease. Though he had just got off, seeing Aventurine nude before him just did make the primitive part of his brain be set on fire. Once again his lover crawled over his body, though his hips grinded against Ratio's. The movement was enough to get him hard again, something that he was sure the Avgin noticed as he balanced himself on his knees looking down at him.

Aventurine chuckled watching his lover. He had teased him enough. He grabbed the base of his lover's cock before rising off on the mattress. Guiding Ratio at his entrance. He couldn't help but take a deep breath easing Ratio inside. His saliva had provided a bit of lubrication, he knew he could still hurt himself.

Ratio's mouth parted feeling himself encased in his lover. Aventurine's body was squeezing him tight, a wholly different sensation than his mouth had brought.

The Avgin was still when he could fit no more of the doctor within him. He felt full, his body accepting Ratio as he bent over slight, fingers holding his lover's side to give him some leverage before he started to move his hips. Aventurine never had been the one to initiate such acts, but the Avgin knew what he was looking for. He was studying Ratio's face as he worked up a steady rhythm. His lover was going wild, the way the man was moaning had been taken up an octave only broken up by the occasional sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Aventurine pleasured both of them. The boy was panting as he shifted his body, brushing against his prostate as continued to ride his lover.

Ratio might have not had much say in how the Avgin was controlling the pace for the night, but he would not lay there idly without reciprocation. His fingers wandered over Aventurine's nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He was greeted with a startled gasp from the Avgin that made him smile. .

"Not fair, Doc."

"You are the one that started this, Gambler."

Aventurine couldn't deny that, his fingernails dug into his lover in retaliation as he picked up his pace.

That action was enough to cause Ratio's hands to tremble. His hands dropped traveling lower along the Avgin’s body. He found something better to turn his attention to when his fingers brushed over Aventurine's cock.

The Avgin mewled, his cheeks turning a shade darker unable to do anything about his lover's awful teasing. He didn't dare remove his grip on Ratio's hips still getting off. Having pleasure from both sides was a sensation he had never experienced before. Aventurine threw his head back. He was hot, a hitched sob passing his lips as he slammed his hips down, impaling himself on Ratio.

Come spurted out on Ratio's stomach. The doctor didn't pay it much mind. He was studying Aventurine's face, his body drenched in sweat and clearly out of it. He looked like he was about to fall over. Ratio took that movement to roll to the side, taking the Avgin with him. Still riding on his orgasm, Ratio faced no resistance pulling the boy close to him, hand raising one of Aventurine's legs to give himself more leverage. Still buried within his lover, he resumed what Aventurine had started, hips feverishly thrusting inside his lover.

Aventurine's mouth parted feeling pleasure assault him. He made sounds that hardly sounded anything a human would make. "D-doc…" He whimpered.

Ratio grunted as he chased his next orgasm. It ripped through him like a torrent as his seed filled the Avgin. That was enough to cause whatever energy he had to leave him in a boneless heap.

Both of them struggled to catch their breath. The world could have been set on fire by the Antimatter Legion and neither one of them would care. Ratio recovered quickly, pulling himself out of his lover. He heard Aventurine gasp, though the Avgin was too tired to do anything else but lean on the doctor's chest, closing his eyes. Ratio thought he had passed out and leaned down placing a kiss over his lover's forehead.

In the haze, there was a cognizant thought that the Avgin had. Something that he had struggled to say for months. Should anything happen to him though, he did want Ratio to know how he felt. "…I love you." Aventurine murmured.

Ratio couldn't keep the shock off his face. Though the Avgin had been romantic, he couldn't recall the Avgin using that phrase before. His eyes softened, letting an arm drape over the Avgin and pull him close. "I love you too, Gambler." He countered

Ratio slept deeply. There was a calmness that swept over him having spent such a night with Aventurine. Although he said sex wasn't necessary for their relationship to work, being intimate with his lover did bring him happiness. It was another way he could express just how much the Avgin meant to him. When the doctor opened his eyes, Aventurine was nestled against his chest. His lover seemed perfectly relaxed without a care in the world as he slept. Ratio’s hand went out to brush a stray lock of the Avgin’s hair from his face. He was beautiful, the doctor always thought that even when they met by chance. It never ceased to amaze him how lucky he was to have found such a gem. Ratio could watch him for hours. Not wanting to disturb Aventurine, Ratio remained still. It wasn't until later that he felt his lover stir, did he press a kiss on the Avgin’s forehead.

Aventurine chuckled as his eyes opened. Though they were both still naked, he seemed at ease running a hand down Ratio's chest. "Morning, Doc."

"Gambler." The doctor greeted. "How are you feeling?"

The boy had to pause and actually think about the question. His body was sore in places, but nothing that seemed to cause him great distress. A vastly different situation than with anyone else that took the Avgin to their bed. Ratio had proved without a shadow of a doubt, sex didn't have to be an unfortunate act. A faint flush filled his cheeks as he addressed the doctor. "A bit overextended, but… not regretful in the least." He finally retorted in jest.

Ratio was relieved with those words. Though he had tried to be mindful that Aventurine was no virgin, he didn't want his lover to have a bad experience after forgoing sex for such an extended period of time. "I am glad." But then the doctor studied the Avgin’s face carefully.

With the excitement of their activities, something had been nagging at Ratio. It was the look Aventurine had on his face when he came into the room last night. Although he couldn't described it, something seemed off. He had just been around Aventurine long enough to pick up on subtle changes. Maybe it was nothing, but then he thought back to where they had been before when the boy had withdrawn to himself. "Kakavasha." He said softly. There was power in saying that word. Ratio could see the startled look in the Avgin’s eyes when he was addressed by his real name. "What aren't you telling me?"

There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other. The doctor could tell that Aventurine was weighing his options. To speak the truth or to lie. It was probably wrong to put him on the spot, but it would be better to address this. Something that Aventurine seemed to understand as he laid his head back on his chest.

The Avgin could hear the thrum of his lover's heartbeat as he spoke. "I… need your help on my next mission. I want you to come with me. "

Out of all of the things Aventurine could say, that wasn't what he was picturing. In hindsight, it did make sense. He had been spending a lot of time at Pier Point, clocking late hours. Of course Ratio knew how busy the Stonehearts could be, but this was the first time the Avgin had personally asked Ratio to come with him. That was a troubling sign. "Where is your next destination?"

"…Penacony." Aventurine murmured. A silence fell over the room. Ratio would know about the planet without him having to divulge any background information.

Ratio didn't like the knot that was forming in the pit of his stomach from the news. Out of all of the places in the universe… He kissed his lover trying to assure him before responding. "Tell me everything."

A/N:

* I am not sure if Opal is actually a Pepeshi, but that is the closest race that he matches up to as of the writing of this story. I'm just going to go with that assumption for the sake of clarity.

Hopefully I've made you Ratiorine lovers happy lol. Sorry it took so long to get here!

On a more serious note, we are moving into the Penacony arc next chapter. I just want to put a disclaimer that here is where the "AU: Canon Divergence" tag is going to get a hard workout in this story. That's technically always been the case, but for the sake of transparency, I wanted to go on record that things are not going to line up with the original canon. This is because of narrative choices I've made, and others is because the game didn't address certain events adequately which caused my personal head canons to be put into Penacony's convoluted mess.

I finally worked out a rough outline of the chapters, so fingers crossed that nothing crazy happens and I can get this story completed in a reasonable time frame. I have also put this work in a collection for 3 optional one-shot, side stories that will appear at the end of the Penacony arc. More information on those stories will come later. Please expect a delay with the next update because I am going to have to be mindful how I approach the next three chapters and get my thoughts together. I very well might be skipping around writing these three chapters to make sure everything lines up the way I want it to. As always, thanks for your continued support. Your comments and kudos mean the world to me!

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter Text

When the day had arrived for Aventurine to leave, he couldn't help but be nervous. His wits, intelligence and luck would be tested on Penacony. He sat on the edge of bed, playing with the cat cakes. He had opted to get a pet sitter for the little ones not sure how long it would take to come back.

If… he came back.

Aventurine took a deep breath trying to dispel the notion, but it was hard. "Gaiathra, will you protect me once more, I wonder?" In all honesty, he couldn't blame her if SHE didn't. He was selfish, not selfless - and in the end, all he could do was gamble away his life for the pursuit of a comfortable existence. After half an hour, the Avgin knew he had to get to Pier Point to pick up a few items and make his way to Penacony.

Ratio had already left to attend his own business. The doctor seemed to be distracted when he found out he'd be joining the Avgin on his mission. Though they had worked out the details on Penacony, Aventurine knew that there was a chance that things wouldn't work out like he planned. "Well… no use worrying now." He told himself. The cat cakes mewled as the boy gave him one last pat on their cheeks before making his way to the office. "Farewell, little ones."

Topaz had come to the office early today. Although she wasn't expected on Penacony in a few system hours, she still had to surrender her cornerstone after her own mission. Aventurine would need it for whatever scheme he was planning. While the Avgin never disclosed what he was up to, the fact that Jade was willing to go along with this spoke volumes. The cornerstone was not just a seal of Qlipoth's power, but it was a promise made to Diamond to pledge their loyalty to his cause. Giving up the cornerstone was not an easy thing, but perhaps that is why Aventurine's plan had a chance at succeeding.

Topaz was about to head to Jade's office before a knock came her door. "Come in." She commanded expecting to see her IPC grunts that would be joining her. Instead, when the door opened she saw a familiar face that gave her pause. "Obsidian, what are you doing here?"

The older woman offered Topaz a smile. "I'm glad I caught you. There has been a change of plans. I need to borrow you for a few hours today."

The news was a surprise to Topaz. It wasn't at all suspicious that another Stoneheart helped each other, but the timing was terrible. As it was Obsidian did outrank Aventurine, but perhaps she wasn't aware of the mission she had taken. "Lady Obsidian, I have a mission that I'm working for and-"

"Oh I know," The older woman interrupted the girl. "Which is why I only need you for a few hours with this particular matter. I'm aware you are going to Penacony today, but I do believe that Aventurine is in charge, I'm sure he can… survive on his own."

Topaz wasn't the least bit pleased to here that. It wasn't that she was in a rush to be with Aventurine, but she had promised to be there for him for this mission. Still, an order for a P-46 was something that wouldn't be taken lightly. Giving a sigh she relented. "What can I help you with?"

"I'll explain on the way. Let's just say what we need to do requires a more… feminine touch. I know this is unexpected but I have a back up idea while you help me out." Her hand snapped before a figure joined her in Topaz's room.

"…Sugilite?"

The older man smiled looking at Topaz. "You seem surprised?"

Topaz scoffed. "I have never known you to be one to volunteer for work."

She did have a point, but the circumstances were different this time. "Penacony is something that all of the Stonehearts have a stake in. If we incorporate it back into our portfolio, our standing with all our clientele will benefit us all."

Topaz had to admit that was true. "… Fine." It was best not to argue with them. She doubted it would make much of a difference anyway. Turning her attention to Sugilite, another pressing matter needed to be handled. "Before I leave, there is something you need to do, per Aventurine's request."

"And what does he require?" He asked the girl.

"It's your cornerstone…"

Sugilite's expression moved to a frown. What in the world could the Avgin want with that? "I'm listening."

It wasn't long before Aventurine had his meeting with Jade. Aventurine was given the money bag to aid him with speaking to people on Penacony. Though he had his staff investigate the Land of Festivities, this would be the first trip here. One of the first things that he needed was to make as many connections as fast as possible, thus the gems given to him would work in his favor.

Unfortunately, it was only the start of his troubles as he arrived at Penacony. While he was reluctant to part with his cornerstone, per the rules of the Family, no weapons would be allowed into the Reverie, and that included his dear cornerstone. It was one of the rare times that he felt he would need it, but it seemed that it would have to stay outside of his control.

"They certainly do not make it easy." He mused as he was allowed to the Reverie Hotel. The first order of business was meeting Sunday. It was surprising that he was able to get correspondence a week ago, but perhaps it had to do with saving face. Aventurine still didn't buy that the Family had sent out the invitations. In fact, the Watchmaker seemed to be a person of legend rather than a member of the Family like he originally thought. For what Aventurine had come to do, it was an irrelevant detail, but he would thank the Watchmaker for facilitating this opportunity.

Walking into the Reverie Hotel felt as though it was Pier Point, but something stuck out to him as he walked in the grand atrium. Aventurine knew that hotel was huge, it had to be to accommodate so many guests that used the facilities to enter the Sweet Dream. Aventurine though… he imagined that instead of hotel rooms, these were all prison cells. While many had forgotten the history of how Penacony had been founded, having to research for as long as he did, the Avgin was intimately aware of the cracks within this place.

As he waited to book his room, he couldn't help but notice that the line was not moving. "At this rate, I will be late for my meeting with Mr. Sunday." He muttered seeing a group of people seeming to keep going back and forth with the receptionist. Walking closer to the crowd, he was able to eavesdrop on the concern that they had towards a particular person. Truth be told he knew already knew these people. It was part of his job to know who was coming to the Charmony Festival and all of the factions had been investigated. The actions of the Nameless on the Herta Space Station and on the Xianzhou Luofu had deeply impressed the IPC, and while both factions were diametrically opposed, Aventurine knew better than to pick a fight with such people.

The Avgin's gaze moved on their newest member. Their gray hair, white shirt, and black jacket with slacks made them look ordinary, but… Aventurine smiled at them before approaching the crew members. The poor receptionist looked as though she wanted to just disappear in a crack in the floor. "Come now, there is a reason why a reservation can't simply be changed on a whim. This is the Charmony Festival that we are speaking about. Esteemed guests of the Astral Express, please don't make this lady's job harder than it needs to be."

The older gentleman Welt looked between Aventurine and Himeko. "And you are?"

"I am the humble Aventurine of the IPC's Strategic Investment Department, a Non-Performing Asset Liquidation Specialist and subordinate to supervisor Diamond. I was cordially invited by the Watchmaker...I also happen to be a traveller that's had to stand behind you for quite a while."

Himeko murmured something before approaching the Avgin. "I've heard that the IPC has also received Penacony's invitation, so forgive me if I'm mistaken, but you must be the representative. The IPC's elite certainly does have an extraordinary air about them. I suppose such an exceptional figure such as yourself wouldn't mind paving a convenience for us?"

"A convenience? Shouldn't I be saying that to you instead? I've been standing behind you for ten minutes, do you know how many credits that is worth to me?"

There was a smile that formed on the woman's face as she spoke. "Oh, I imagine that it must be an inordinate number, which is why, now, Mr. Aventurine, I have an investment that you absolutely cannot miss out on." Rather deliberately she spoke in a manor that was fitting to garner favor for an IPC representative. "The IPC's influence runs deep and wide, and their word wields the utmost authority. We hope to borrow your status to vouch for our friend."

Aventurine's gaze moved back to the Trailblazer. Despite himself, he couldn't help but laugh at the woman's words. "Well, well, the Nameless never seems to disappoint. Friends… there is nothing was more precious than friends. Much less one of the Nameless." Well, he did need to start working, he considered this a gift in disguise not having to bribe the Astral Express for their cooperation. "Very well, Miss." The Avgin said turning his attention to receptionist. "Please allow them to check in on my account. I have an appointment with The Family's Mr. Sunday. I'll ask him to handle this matter later. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

The girl seemed even more anxious. "B-but sir." She stammered completely at a loss for what to do."

"Alley, just a moment." A voice called out over Aventurine's shoulder. Sunday stood out as he fluidly moved between the group of people in the lobby with his sister. Though both had a halo that painted them as Halovian's in origin, even Aventurine had to admit that the man had a domineering vibe to him. Sunday let his gaze move between all parties before he spoke to Alley. "The Family cannot allow guests to enter the dream will bearing such burdens. Please, allow our guests to check in. I will personally make sure that we rectify this issue. "

With the permission given, Alley seemed to relax. "Y-yes sir."

With the matter settled, the Family Head turned his attention to Aventurine. "I've kept you waiting Mr. Aventurine, let's continue our conversation in a more private setting."

"Of course." The Avgin replied, letting himself be led out of the lobby to their next destination.

Sunday led Aventurine into an office in the main floor of the Reverie. Though the room was shrouded in typical furnishings of an office, it didn't seem to be used often. The Avgin noted the lack of papers, folders on the main desk. Only a scratch pad likely meant to scribble a few quick notes, and a few pens were neatly in a holder. Plants of various sizes were set in a deliberate manner to break up the bright colors of the room.

On the desk were two glasses and chilled SoulGlad. The Family Head graciously poured the beverage for them both. Once it was done, Sunday took his seat at the desk, a hand motioning Aventurine to join him in the seat in front. "Now that we are out of the prying eyes and ears of those that look to us for guidance, I believe that we can speak candidly."

Aventurine joined him in the seat glancing at the SoulGlad offered. Ever since he had gotten back from Veritas Prime, he had curbed his drinking habits with Ratio's insistence. Though he eyed the drink, the Avgin didn't bother to reach for it only turning his attention to Sunday. "I believe that we should, after all after your invitation to the masses, it would be rude to not greet your guests of honor."

To that Sunday only found himself smiling. "You will forgive me, but I hope that our accommodations are up to par for even an IPC executive."

"Well, the Family has been ignoring the IPC's calls for years, refusing to open their doors up until this point. I have mixed feelings for what you consider having a token of good will towards your guests."

"Rest assured that it is my hope that despite our differences, we can reach a peaceful resolution without resorting to any rash actions on either side. Since I have ascended as Head of the Family, I have an obligation to look out for the interest of those that call Penacony their home."

"If you truly believe that," Aventurine replied, "Then I'm sure you understand that I can hardly conduct business without the tools that I came with."

"Ah, you are referring to your cornerstone and gift money I take it?" To that Sunday couldn't help but shake his head. "I do apologize Mr. Aventurine, but these rules are set in stone by the Family for good reason. As much as you feel that this is a personal grievance against you, I assure you that our rules are equally enforced for all those that enter our facilities."

The Avgin didn't appear to be pleased by those words. "The cornerstone is certainly understandable, but surely the gift money is a bit much, don't you think?"

"I realize that these are not the words that you wish to hear Mr. Aventurine, but I have made my stance on the matter clear. The Family as you have pointed out has allowed the IPC here for the Charmony Festival, any further concessions are quite simply taking advantage of the situation."

It was clear that the Family Head was not budging. It was to be expected, but he had to seem convincing. "Well then, Mr. Sunday I would not want to upset the balance that you have so carefully curated here."

"I appreciate your understanding Mr. Aventurine. As you have requested, I have given your old room to the Astral Express crew member. While we prepare a suitable room that matches what you have paid for, I hope that you can enjoy the Reverie until you can drift off into the Sweet Dream."

Although entering the sweet dream was a priority, Aventurine found himself attracted to getting to know his new 'friends' on the Astral Express. He couldn't help but be drawn to the Trailblazer. The person that hide a secret inside of them - the Stellaron. The Avgin couldn't help but be curious, playing a slight magic trick on them and testing their resolve. The corner of Aventurine's mouth curled as he came closer to the Trailblazer, and as he was going for a more intimate look -

"-What are you doing in my room?"

Aventurine's gaze peeled at the woman at the doorway. "Your room?" He straightened himself out glancing over to her. Right… the Galaxy Ranger. Chuckling, Aventurine looked back at the Trailblazer. "Well, well, seems you work fast my friend. Making such 'friends' so quickly…" There was something that the Avgin thought was off about the woman, but he'd have to do his own digging to find out.

For now, he retreated to his new hotel room. The rules to enter were simple enough as he laid down in the dream pool. The soft voice had him close his eyes, lulling him into sleep.

Being in the Dreamscape took a bit of getting used to. There was feeling of weightlessness that he had trouble adjusting to. Eventually though, despite the certain hiccups, he managed to become perfectly comfortable in the Golden Hour.

He walked around the city, getting his bearings together. A pity that the gift money wasn't around otherwise he could have loosened a few lips to aid in his mission. Alas, it was one thing at a time. The first order of business was doing a few 'experiences' of his own to test the truth of the Dreamscape. Ratio wouldn't approve but… the only way to create an opening was testing the limits of what was possible here.

Though this was his first time in Penacony, Ratio was hardly impressed. The concept of the Dreamscape was similar to the Simulated Universe. The method used to arrive at the destination was different, yet in practically they were both a distortion of reality. Yet even in this dream, there was something in the sweet dream that made his skin crawl. The doctor had been filtering notes in his head in the Golden Hour before a message popped up on his phone.

[Doctor, I've arrived. Meet me in the Golden Hour. I have something I need to say to you. Are you familiar with the Clockie Statue? Let's go there. ]

Ratio sighed reading the message. "Although the Intelligentsia Guild works closely with the IPC, there is a certain annoyance working with such a man." Nevertheless, as the Guild's representative, he had an obligation to help that man regardless to his wishes. Out of the corner of his eye, the doctor noticed a man watching him closely. A Bloodhound no doubt. "Humph." Though it was an annoyance, it was something that he wouldn't trouble himself with. Looking at the map for the Golden Hour, he made his way to the meeting place.

Clockie Park was sparsely populated. The doctor supposed that made sense as he looked at the golden statue. Though Clockie was a child's cartoon mascot, children weren't allowed in Golden Hour. As he glanced around, it was clear that Aventurine hadn't arrived yet. Crossing his arms over his chest he waited for the boy to arrive. It wasn't long before he heard a familiar voice.

"Ah, there you are, Doctor."

"You took your time getting here." Ratio said. "When you asked to meet me, I would have assumed you wouldn't keep your guest waiting. Do you know how precious my time is?"

Aventurine couldn't help but grin. "Aww, come on. You should be used to working with me by now. Nothing wrong with being fashionably late."

"Keep it to your own time, Gambler." The doctor retorted.

Giving a dramatic sigh, the Avgin shrugged his shoulders. "Well, enough of that. Let's get down to business then."

"Perhaps one of your better ideas. I assume you have already met with Sunday?"

Hearing the man's name had the smile on Aventurine’s face wilt slightly. "Well… if one could call that a meeting. I suppose we did speak. Nothing good came out of it. At least it was nice to see someone in the family tell me to my face they hate my guts. Guy wouldn't even give me back my gift money."

"If your plan hinged on you obtaining a few trinkets, then you should tell Jade your mission has failed. I am sure your head being severed from your shoulders is in order if that was the extent of your scheme."

"Oh don't worry. Though I have to play by ear, I'll manage. Actually… I got to know the Astral Express crew. Very interesting bunch of new 'friends' I have gotten acquainted with. Only cost me my room, but I'm sure having such powerful allies may come in handy."

Ratio just shook his head. "Even if you were to curry the favor of all of the factions here, that doesn't change the current predicament you are in." He paused studying the Avgin's face carefully. "A bird unable to fly will meet it's end in the jaws of a predator. You, Gambler have had your wings not only clipped, but plucked to the bone. Though you strut around in a peacock-esque manner, you are destined for the death."

Though the warning was there, Aventurine only whistled at the doctor's words. "You really have no faith in your co-worker… I'm disappointed Doctor."

"Regardless of your feelings, we are here on business. The IPC is expecting results and you are slacking."

Aventurine moved to the self serve ice cream cart before grabbing a cone floating from the top. "You and I work differently. But I did need a bit more information. That Galaxy Ranger… there is something off about her. Could you help me-"

The Avgin turned around and found the doctor gone. "Well, looks like I truly am on my own with this matter." He expected as such and grunted eating the rest of his ice cream cone. "Time to get to work then." Whoever that Archeon woman was… he needed to find out more about her. Then there was that strange girl with the Trailblazer. So many questions, but so little time to sort out everything before the Charmony festival.

There was nothing to say to Aventurine as the doctor left him. Even the Avgin should have known he wouldn't be thrilled to do grunt work like Aventurine's IPC lackeys. Although Ratio remained in Golden Hour, the two Bloodhounds following him seemed to not be as concerned with hiding in the shadows. The doctor abruptly stopped turning his head to meet their eyes. "If you are going to continue to follow me, at the very least, be more discrete about it."

A gruff looking gentleman in a short sleeved dress shirt and slacks made a grunt regarding the doctor. "Was wondering when you would acknowledge us."

The woman beside him just sighed. "I told you we were following too closely."

"You give yourself too much self worth." Ratio cut in. "I do not concern myself with the baying of hounds trying to nip at my feet."

The dark skinned woman laughed. "Well, he's got a sharp tongue."

"I guess one has to dealing with an IPC flunky." The gentleman added.

Growing impatient the doctor gave an exasperated sigh before his arms crossed over his chest. "State your business, or remove yourselves from my sight."

The man came closer to Ratio. Seems that the man would appreciate the direct response and so he'd give him that respect. "Sunday would like to meet with you, Doctor Ratio."

The news had Ratio arc a brow. Briefly, he had seen the Oak Family head when he was speaking to the Astral Express crew, but he wasn't sure what he had done to get on the man's radar. "What is the purpose of this meeting?"

"He would like to work out a means of cooperation between the Intelligentsia Guild and the Family."

"I was under the impression that Mr. Sunday had no love for those linked to the IPC."

"He is willing to make an exception. It is obvious you have no love for your position with Aventurine. Sunday and the Family are willing to make a deal that would… benefit both of us."

The doctor couldn't help but sigh. "It is true, I would rather be elsewhere working on my various projects than being led astray." Even so, he couldn't help but be intrigued with what Sunday could want with him.

"There may be a way to get that IPC lap dog out of your hair. He is… A guest that we wish will keep his visit brief."

After a moment, Ratio relented. At the minimum, he could at least gauge what type of person Sunday was. " Very well. I am interested in what the Family head is offering."

Smiling the buff Bloodhound straightened up and lead Ratio to the Dewlight Pavilion. Much like its owner, the building was built with purpose. Opulent, large, and shown the wealth of the Family. Walking pass the large sandpit in the middle of the room, Ratio noted how it looked like a mini model of an area in the Golden Hour. He dimly wondered how many times Sunday and the Family looked at it as they kept building on the Dreamscape to make it a sweet dream for their guests.

Sunday stared at the picture of the Oak Family sigil waiting for his guest. His hands were clasped behind him going over the details in his head again and again. The Watchmaker… he had been all but silent in the past few years, both he and Gopher Wood thought the man had quietly faded off into his eternal slumber. It would have been best for all parties involved if the man had just simply ceased to be a figure on Penacony. It seemed the old man was up to his own schemes. What was the point in inviting so many factions to the Charmony Festival, and why at this specific time? From the chaotic Masked Fools, the secretive Galaxy Rangers, the stoic Knights of Beauty, the dauntless Garden of Recollection, the destructive Annihilation Gang, the peerless crew of the Astral express and the opportunistic IPC... It was a powder keg that threatened the balance that he and the Dreammaster had achieved in the sweet dream. Given the precarious state of affairs, it was best to understand where all of the players on the board stood. Though the IPC posed the biggest threat to the Family, there were ways to minimize the risk. A knock finally came at his door and he spoke in a calm and collective voice. "Come in."

The two Bloodhounds ushered Ratio inside. Without a word being said to them, they excused themselves leaving Sunday with his guest. Giving a smile, the leader turned around speaking to Ratio. "Ah, learned Doctor it is good to finally see you in person."

"If you wished to had a proper conversation with me, I would rather you do it directly instead of sending your hounds to watch me as though I am their prey."

To that Sunday could only crane his head. "I think you misunderstand good Doctor. I was not trying to surveil your movements, but to merely understand your relationship with a man that you seem to have little interest in being with."

Ratio let out an exasperated sigh. "Per the clause in my contract, there are times where the Intelligentsia Guild works in tandem with the IPC on their joint ventures. I am sure you understand well enough that just because you work with someone, does not mean that you have to like them."

"All too true, which is why I assume that you accepting my summons means that perhaps you don't feel as strongly to the goals as outlined by your benefactor."

"Speak plainly Mr. Sunday."

"I merely wish to know just what schemes Mr. Aventurine is thinking of."

Ratio scoffed. "I understand that you spoke with him earlier. Given that you have confiscated his cornerstone and gift money, Aventurine is no more than another guest on Penacony. A flightless bird can only be for the slaughter."

"Under normal circumstances, you might be right Doctor, but I know better." The warmness Sunday's eyes wavered as he continued. "I am familiar with how the IPC operates and I know, despite all of my safety precautions and… stern warnings given, I cannot ignore the fact that I am dealing with a crazed Gambler. One who I cannot trust because of his unconstrained nature and fastidious attitude." Regardless as to what was said in their meeting, and how clear Sunday had been on the matter, there was no way that the Avgin would just let things go.

"Unbelievable," Ratio mused. "I never thought I'd find someone so like minded like that foolish Gambler and just as paranoid. Perhaps you should invest in a shrink as well." There was something did stick out to the doctor though. "If you have his weapons and his method of leverage to deal with other factions, what more could you want out of me?"

"I would like your insight as to how that man thinks." Sunday replied in a tactical manner. "I have heard, that despite the Stonehearts working towards their personal goals at the behest of their Lanor, they have become more united." The reason why was never clear when he looked into those rumors, but even rumors were based on some fact. It was something that he couldn't afford to ignore.

"I can only go by what I have observed working with the IPC. Typically the Stonehearts work alone. They are, after all, people that deal with the more… high risks investments for the company."

"And yet, there is another Stoneheart here with Mr. Aventurine."

That wasn't a surprise given that this was Penacony they were dealing with. Aventurine had mentioned Topaz, but Ratio had no idea how much she was involved with the project. "Tell me exactly what you are getting at?"

"I need confirmation that the cornerstone surrendered by that Gambler is indeed his."

Ratio studied the man carefully. "Do you know what you are implying Mr. Sunday? The cornerstones are gifted to each member and are the source of the power bestowed on them by the Preservation. Those cornerstones are worth more to them than their lives."

"As blasphemous as my method of thinking may be, surely someone such as yourself is well aware I need to cut off all possible avenues against the IPC." He walked over to box where the cornerstone was taken and placed it on the long table in the middle of the room. "Humor for a moment, learned Doctor, and assume that my hypothesis has weight to it. If you side with the Family in this farce, I give you my word that you will be an esteemed guest within the Sweet Dream. I am also aware that someone of your stature would like more information on the Stellarons. Unlike the other factions, we possess many tomes and data scattered throughout the universe. For someone like yourself, who knows what you can do with that knowledge.

Ratio closed his eyes at the offer. Thus far, Nous had never gave him his gaze despite his achievements, what was one more experiment that could get that Aeon's attention? If a cosmic weapon that could obliterate a star was only worth the attention of the IPC, what else did the doctor need to do? Making up his mind, he walked closer to the table before speaking. "A few senior members within the IPC are able to access the cornerstones. I happened to be one of them, so I will be able assist your thought experiment."

Sunday was relieved to hear those words. "Then after you, Doctor."

Ratio opened the ornate box and couldn't keep his eyes from widening. A purple stone stared back at him and his heart skipped a few beats knowing who's cornerstone it was.

"Something wrong?"

Composing himself, the doctor spoke as he closed the box. "Unfortunately… it seems your guess was correct. This stone belongs to a Stoneheart named Sugilite, it’s not Aventurine’s." Ratio turned his attention back to the family head.

"Using another's cornerstone to give himself a path into the Dreamscape… this does fall in line with what a crazed Gambler would do. I was right to keep the other Stoneheart from entering the Dreamscape if this is what they are willing to do to disrupt Penacony." Though it presented another problem, Sunday would take care of that in time.

Ratio's gaze still lingered on the sugilite stone before addressing Sunday again. "Now that you have uncovered his scheme, do you wish to confront Aventurine about this matter?"

Instead of being relieved, Sunday seemed more concerned. "No, not yet… I am more curious to where his cornerstone is before I can take proper action against him."

"Unless you are prepared to give a thorough cavity search on his person, I believe that the answer is a lot more simpler than you might believe."

"Do explain."

"It would be in the last place you would expect to look, but within your possession." Ratio's gaze moved to the money bag in the corner of the room before walking over to it. Among the various gems, bobbles, and coins Ratio fished out a green cornerstone. "The green surface reveals the owner of this stone, this is the true aventurine cornerstone."

Sunday let go of the breath that he was holding. "Of course… I have no interest in his trinkets or funds, why would anyone look to fish out such a precious gem among cheap coins?" That alone was enough to get him to relax. "You have my thanks Dr. Ratio. Xipe shines THEIR gaze on the righteous and soon will rope a noose on the wicked. As for the villain, I hope he retreats in humiliation."

Perhaps he was being overly curious, but Aventurine couldn't keep from seeing what the Trailblazer was up to. That girl by his side… she was also someone that needed further scrutiny. He had been watching them, but he couldn't help but notice someone else seemed to be everywhere he went as well.

She stopped abruptly giving a dramatic sigh when it seemed she had enough. "Hey, let me ask you something… Is following girls around like a lost puppy for an hour your way of getting their attention?"

The air of familiarty caught him by surprise. She knew him? "To be more precise," Aventurine started off, "It's been 45 minutes. Time sure flies when you're having fun doesn't it?"

The girl stared at him. "Oh… I remember you." She mused. "The IPC lapdog that declined an invitation from the Tavern." Sparkle's lips pressed into a thin line acting hurt. "Hmm, beautiful eyes though, are you from Sigonia?"

"Hmm, need another hint? I'm an Avgin."

"My eyes may not be as pretty as yours, but there's no problem with my vision. I've heard about your kind. You're notorious in the entire universe. Liars, thieves, social manipulators… You're really living up to the reputation lapdog." Her gaze moved to a manhole. "I say you belong in the space under the city, off you go now."

The Avgin snorted. "I'll pass the gloomy shade of the place like that wouldn't go with my vibe.

A hand rested on Sparkle's hips growing bored of the conversation. "Cut it out and go home, you slick talker. We are Fools, but we aren't stupid. We aren't interested in being dragged into your banal office politics."

"Fool, you've been left with no choice but to pick a side since the moment you accepted the invitation to be here. Better pick a side while you have a chance, else you'll end up losing everything."

The woman laughed. "Oh you sound so sure of yourself. Looks like you've already convinced that Chicken Wing Boy from the Family. How did you do it? Strip yourself naked, apologize to him on your knees and promise that the IPC wouldn't harm Penacony?"

"I have my methods," Aventurine said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Oh? Such bravado… If you really want the Masked Fools to get on board, you need to figure out what the Laughter wants." Sparkle turned around before going about what she was doing. "Here's a hint for you - since you can't convince anyone, why don't you befriend a mute? At least a mute won't be able to refute your arguments."

The Avgin watched as the woman disappeared, though he kept gnawing on the 'tip' she had given him. A mute she said… something had been on his mind that gave him pause. Though Robin walked with her brother when they had met at the hotel's atrium, the way she spoke was familiar much like the music box he had been given. The way the woman was speaking… her tune was off.

"I suppose it wouldn't be any fun if the answers to my questions were laid out." Turning around, he focused on a new target hoping to get the answers that he sought. Before he could though, he had to make a deal with that Memokeeper.

In his time going to meet with Robin, Aventurine had become acutely aware of truths about certain individuals. What Aventurine hadn't expected was that an Emanator had been hiding in plain sight. When the Avgin had thought to create an opening for the IPC he thought he would have to do it with his own hands but that woman… she could help do it for him with a greater deal of destruction.

As he pondered how to do such a feat, a proverbial wrench had been thrown into his plans with the sudden death of Robin. A strange, yet sad conclusion as he watched the body from the dreampool she was in, but that only deepened the mystery as to why Death would occur in the dream.

It was a question that he posed to the Trailblazer when they entered the room and found Robin. It wasn't a surprise that they were shocked and looked at him for an explanation.

"…Ah, friend. My expression wasn't much better than yours when I first saw this. Your eyes aren't deceiving you. It's her - the famous singer Robin." The Trailblazer pressed him for more information and he only spoke the truth and mystery that he was coming to know. "Penacony has made a solemn commitment to protect the safety of anyone inside a Family dream. Any person in distress will be forcible awakened and safely returned into reality. Yet Death in the dreamscape… aren't you curious who could have done such a feat?"

The Trailblazer gave Aventurine a cold stare. There were questions that needed to be answered, and seeing another Death after Firefly… they needed to speak to the other crew members and get to the bottom of the Deaths in the dreamscape.

Aventurine watched him go with a certain detachment. There were questions that would be posed to him he was sure. The Bloodhounds had no doubt been following him around and bore witness to Robin's tragedy. Though the Avgin was innocent, that didn't make him any less of a slimeball in the eyes of the Family.

Ratio had joined Aventurine on the balcony overlooking the Bloodhounds in the area. Aventurine had called for him after what he described as a rather lengthy interrogation. Though the news about the deaths were kept out of the public light, it was easy to see all was not well. "Your timing is as impeccable as always." The doctor spoke dryly.

"Oh don't give me that look. You know that I would never do such a thing."

Ratio sighed, pinching the bridge of his forehead as he went over the details. "I understand that it is impossible for you to keep a low profile, but you have to know how poorly this reflects on your negotiation power."

"Well I can't deny that, but the Bloodhounds have already cleared me from any wrong doing despite the circumstances."

"Yes, and I am sure you will be aware that you will have those same Hounds 'dogging' your every step until you are back on Pier Point."

The news wasn't that surprising, "I was being watched anyway. At least I know they will be more open about it now."

"How exactly do you plan to do your job with-" The doctor simply shook his head. "No, never mind, that is not my problem."

Chuckling, Aventurine shrugged. "Though this is a tragedy, there is a silver lining in this. That murderer… Robin wasn't the only victim of theirs."

"Yes, I have heard from the Bloodhounds. Apparently it was a stowaway. Short of that, her identity has been muddled to say the least."

"Oh I expect there will be more murders with how things are going. Whoever it is… Is pretty sick in the head."

"Don't tell me you've suddenly grown a conscience. Are you offering to help catch the murderer out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Well, let's just put a pin in that question." The Avgin mused. "Be that as it may, these incidents are no doubt shaking the Family to their core. Someone from the outside willing to assist them would be in their best interest if they don't want to alarm the guests."

"A bit crass even for you. Is this your fabled plan to bring the Family to the table?"

"Actions beget results. I would like to get everything squared away before the Charmony Festival starts. I have a feeling things might go out with a bang."

Ratio's arms crossed over the other. "Fortunately for you, I met with Mr. Sunday for my own affairs. In light of the events that have transpired, he did request to meet with you again."

"Oh, Really?" Aventurine studied the doctor's expression. "Odd, I didn't think you had any interest in this place, let alone with him."

"I have my reasons… If you are done with your obligations here, we should be on our way." There was a pause as he glanced at the Avgin. "A warning to you, Sunday is not someone to be trifled with. Are you prepared?"

Aventurine could only smile. "Three chips is all I need to seal the deal. All… or nothing dear Doctor."

Sugilite's was distracted the entire way to Penacony. His gaze stared out at the expanse of space as his personal shuttle carried him to the Asdana system. Behind him was three of his trusted staff members that joined him. The Stoneheart didn't need the extra security, but given the delicate nature of Penacony, it was best to not be alone, and have those willing to protect him. Sugilite kept in silence as he went over what Topaze had told him. Aventurine's request that still bothered him. His cornerstone… no one was ballsy enough to ask a fellow Stoneheart for that, yet that boy… Sugilite had no choice but to go along with whatever was going on. He was acting on behalf of Topaz so his hands had been tied.

The girl had stated that was Aventurine's request. No doubt it had to do with some scheme, but whatever it was, the Avgin hadn't revealed his plans to her. "You really will need to be tied down, Avgin." He muttered as Penacony came into view. There were several IPC fleet ships that had accompanied Aventurine. Their logos proudly displayed.

If Sugilite had to guess, not many IPC members were allowed off their vessels. The Family had always made it clear that the IPC wasn't welcomed there which only deepened the mystery as to why an invitation had been sent to them. It was something that Sugilite cared not to think about. He had his own reasons for being here after all.

Passing through the fleet of ships, Sugilite made his way to the port. Several Bloodhounds were watching him as he and his staff disembarked. Two middle aged men stopped Sugilite before he could leave the dock.

"Huh… looks like you didn't get the message, pretty boy. IPC are not permitted entry by orders of the Family Head, you are to wait with the others until authorization is given to disembark at the dock."

Sugilite stared hard at the Bloodhound. Had this been anywhere else, he would have simple sliced the man's throat and gone about his business, but he had to behave. Even he was aware if Aventurine failed in his mission, and Sugilite was any way involved, both of them would suffer the consequences. Being a stand in for Topaz, tact was needed. Reaching in his breast pocket, Sugilite pulled out a VIP ID Card. The moment that the Bloodhounds saw it, their attitude immediately changed.

"So, you are with that IPC merchant from earlier." The other mused. Both of them didn't seem happy, but apparently they were expecting to see Sugilite, or rather Topaz here.

"If you know where my partner is, I am requesting to see him." Sugilite added.

The Bloodhounds looked at each other before escorting the group to the hotel.

When Sugilite walked into the lobby, the place was abuzz with activity. He was genuinely surprised by the amount of visitors, but also staff members posted at all corners of the room. Even the Stoneheart could tell that there was a heavy security presence seeing the Bloodhounds posted around all of the doors. Sugilite had done his best to ignore them as he walked to the counter giving his credentials to the receptionist.

Typing a few commands in the system's computer, she frowned seeing a note for him. "Excuse me Mr. Sugilite, there appears to be a problem with your reservation."

Sugilite was already not liking where this conversation was going. "If I am to understand, despite you knowing your esteemed guests were coming for the Charmony Festival you cannot get a simple room booking in order?" He couldn't keep the irritation out of his voice.

The change of tone was enough to make the receptionist back up a bit. "T-that's something out of our control… I do apologize but the request comes from the Family Head. We cannot override their orders."

Narrowing his eyes he wondered what the hell was going on. "Where is my colleague? I need to speak with him."

"Forgive me sir, but I believe that he had entered the Dreamscape. Unless there is an emergency, we are unauthorized to wake them up. It's company policy. We do apologize for the inconvenience and will try to give you the best experience within the hotel lobby, but we must ask you to give us time. It appears Mr. Aventurine initiated the room change."

Frustrated Sugilite could do nothing but hope that he could find the boy. "Keep me updated, I am a very busy man."

"Y-yes sir." The receptionist stammered giving a bow as the man took his leave to sit down in the lounge area.

It was difficult for Sunday to put it into words with how he felt. Though he and Robin had their differences, she still meant something to him. Their promise they made when they were young kept him grounded, striving to create the paradise they had envisioned. With her death, what was he striving toward? A paradise without her was just…

A knock caused him to look over at his door. "Come in." In commanded. Much to his delight, he saw Ratio and Aventurine walk through the door.

Ratio moved to the corner of the room letting his attention turn to the various books lining shelves. Sunday paid him no mind as his gaze moved to Aventurine. "I thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. Aventurine."

The Avgin smiled. "Think nothing of it. I trust that since you called me here, you are aware that the Bloodhounds have found me innocent in their latest investigation."

"Yes, I have heard all too well that you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite my misgivings toward the IPC, I trust my Bloodhounds to deliver justice to the real culprit of the crime."

Aventurine tilted his head to the side. "If you know these factual statements, I have to wonder why you needed to meet me in person at such a… delicate time?"

"You misunderstand Mr. Aventurine, this is in fact a summoning."

Briefly Aventurine turned were Ratio was standing. The doctor seemed to have been facing his body away from where he and Sunday were talking and shielding his face. His attention was focused on the books in the room, likely reading each of their spines and contemplating what secrets it would hold. "I am honored that you think so highly of me, which is why I believe we can come to a new arrangement given the circumstances that have arisen since last we spoke."

"And what do you believe that the IPC can do, that I can't do myself?" Sunday asked.

"This is your sphere of influence, only a fool would not acknowledge that. But that is precisely why having someone that is outside of your faction would work to your favor in solving these murder cases."

There was a pause as the Family Head regarding the Avgin. "Mr. Aventurine, while I know you to make bold claims, I do have to say that such accusations of that nature will get you nothing but make the Family less inclined to conducting business with the IPC in the future. As I told you earlier, I am interested in having a peaceful resolution to our differences."

"That may be so, and I'm sure that you are looking at all of the outside factions and scrutinizing all of the details and possible motives. It would make sense that someone outside of the bounds of the Family would be responsible for such heinous acts so close to the Charmony festival." He paused carefully studying Sunday's face. "But I believe… you don't share that opinion. Unfortunately for you the same status you eloquently put it, makes it so your hands are tied." The deafening silence from the Family Head only encouraged Aventurine to continue. "For the sake of Harmony, sowing that type of distrust would only lead to distress for you. I on the other hand, have no limitations. I am not your enemy despite my status, and I would be willing to aid you to punish those responsible for your sister's death."

"You are indeed rather knowledgeable Mr. Aventurine. I can see why someone so new to the Stonehearts has quickly climbed up their ranks."

That gave Aventurine pause. He couldn't help but glance at Ratio as that tidbit of information was shared. "I see you have been talking to the good Doctor."

"Indeed," Sunday replied. "The learned Doctor has told me much about your trustworthiness, your steadfast desires, and that rather curious luck of yours."

There was something about the way Sunday was speaking that gave the Avgin pause. "Yes, and I am willing to put myself on the line if it means stopping more deaths from happening on Penacony."

"Such a noble and virtuous person you are Mr. Aventurine. Surely you wouldn't be asking anything by participating in such an important matter?"

"Well… in order to work to the best of my ability, I would like some items that the Bloodhounds confiscated from me earlier. My liberty, the bag of gift money and-"

"-The cornerstone so carefully placed in your box?"

Sunday was silent for a moment giving the illusion that he was thinking about the request. "The cornerstone… I've heard it's a treasured asset of the Strategic Investment Department. A sacred stone that seals the "Preservation" Emanator, granting significant power, and every liquidation specialist holds one." He took in a breath watching the Avgin. "For an object so precious, it probably comes at an even higher price than other forms of recompense."

"Well, I'm sure you're aware of the high level of risk I'll be undertaking to bring the truth to light." Aventurine added.

"I am not the kind that takes risks, which is why you can understand that such a dangerous article cannot leave the custody of the Family."

"Interesting… and I suppose there is no room for negotiation?"

"Please don't let me turn you down twice."

Aventurine took a deep breath. He shouldn't have been surprised, but it was still a disappointment. "Well, in that case, the gift money would be good enough. I'm sure that you wouldn't mind that? After all, a merchant can't function without a bargaining chip."

Sunday hummed watching the Avgin. "You compromised quicker than I thought. Unfortunately, it's a gambler that needs a bargaining chip… not a merchant. I can give you your gift money, but before that, I want you to tell me…. The fact that you can decisively forsake the box you asked for. What exactly is stored in it?" The Family Head focused as he called upon the power of the Harmony. "Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palms with hot iron, so that he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

The moment that Sunday said those strange words, Aventurine could feel something cold grip his mind. It was a numbing sensation that had him go perfectly still, pain flowing through his head and neck that took his breath away. "…What have you done?"

"Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed. I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I'll ask you questions on THEIR behalf. Next, you have 113 seconds to prove your innocence and gain my trust."

"And if I refuse to answer?" The Avgin countered.

"You can certainly try, and we'll see if the Harmony rejects you." When the Avgin didn't say anything more, he spoke. "Question: do you own a cornerstone?"

"Yes."

Pleased Sunday nodded. "What a simple answer. You, too, understand that idle chatter leads only to poverty." So he continued with his line of questioning. "Did you hand over the cornerstone to the Family when you entered Penacony?"

"Yes."

"Does the cornerstone you handle over to the Family belong to you?"

"Yes."

"Is your memory free from any kind of tampering or deletion, encompassing but not restricted to the techniques of the Garden of Recollection?"

"Yes."

"Are you an Avgin from Sigonia?"

Hearing his homeland caused him to catch his breath. "Yes… you even knew about that?"

"You aren't the only one that does their research Mr. Aventurine. Do the Avgins have any ability to read, tamper with, or manipulate one's own or another's mind?"

"No."

"All the Avgin died in a massacre, correct?"

"No"

"Are you your clan's sole survivor?"

"…Perhaps."

"Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?"

"I… don't know."

"Interesting. Now the final question -" His gaze moved into the corner of the room where the cornerstone was kept in it's box. "Can you swear that at this very moment, the aventurine stone is safe and sound in this box?"

"… Of course."

"Looks like we can get an answer." Sunday mused before going to fetch the box. When he did, he placed it on the table in the middle of the room before taking a seat in one of his plush seats. "Then open it Mr. Aventurine, it's the last hope you have to prove your honor."

The Avgin hesitated before slowly walking closer to the table, the headache was becoming more severe as his fingers rested on the latch of the box. Though he was calm, his heart was pounding hard in his chest, threatening to break out of his rib cage. The sound of the box opening was deafening as Aventurine stared at the contents inside.

It was empty. Before Aventurine could even make sense out of any of it he glanced back at Sunday. There was a towel on the table that his fingers rested over.

"Were these what you were looking for?" The Family head spoke before revealing what was underneath the cloth.

When Aventurine saw the stones, his blood curdled seeing two cornerstones. One, he easily recognized, but the other… the purple hue was unmistakable. The Avgin had prepared for much when he came to Penacony, but a sugilite wasn't part of his plan.

"Thanks to our learned Doctor, he has made me aware of your intentions. Alas, I regret to inform your plan has no chance of succeeding."

"Ratio… you wretch." Aventurine grit between his teeth.

For Sunday that was all the proof he needed. He couldn't help the smile playing on his lips watching this IPC hound realize he was trapped.

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter Text

Ratio closed his eyes when Aventurine said such harsh words. Although he had been silent as the two men spoke, he couldn't bring himself to look at either one. No matter how much his lover had insisted that he had to play his role, the doctor was still a bad liar. It was taking everything in him to not interfere with the series of events before him.

"Finally shown your true colors, heh." Sunday was rather smug as he watched the reality of the situation dawn on Aventurine. "Oh, and just to remind you: you currently only have seventeen system hours left to live. Treasure your remaining time, and savor the delectable aftertaste of defeat."

Aventurine's face pulled into a scowl. "You might as well explain yourself a little more clearly."

"What I performed on you just now was the Harmony's consecration. You were to show allegiance beneath the illumination of THEIR grace, yet you acted wilfully, uttering nothing but falsehoods, transforming the consecration into a trial. I genuinely see no reason to absolve you from it."

"A trial?" The Avgin couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "Is that is what the Harmony represents? Is it built upon constraint and coercion?"

"You misunderstand, Mr. Aventurine. Punishment is meant for the irreverent, but I have seen your resilient spirit, thus I offer you the possibility of a new beginning." Sunday's expression became unreadable as he continued. "Throughout these seventeen system hours, you will be unable to escape the Dreamscape or contact any of your companions. You only have two paths ahead of you, and it all depends on whether you can complete my test within the time limit. Should you success you will be able to coalesce into the Harmony and be with your Family. If you fail, you will suffer the wrath of the Eternal Centurion and fall into an abyss of doom.

"Sounds like I'm going to end up the same either way."

Sunday placed his hand behind his back continuing. "I indeed do need a servant to help me uncover the evil hidden in the Family from an external perspective. I will purge the evil from the inside and bring the real culprits to justice within seventeen system hours."

"So that's how you play? Shameless hypocrites... You took everything from me and still demand the truth? That isn't fair. Your carnival reeks with the stench of cash. Nothing is achievable without it."

"This is meant to be an act of personal virtue, not requiring the Family's support." He turned his attention to the money bag. "Your bag is over there, do as you please. I believe you can trade this bag of worthless jewels for everything you need. That's what gamblers excel at, isn't it?" With the business concluded, Sunday moved back in his chair behind the desk. "Off you go, Mr. Aventurine. You are free. I will wait here for your good news."

Despite himself Aventurine moved towards the money bag. He could already feel the Harmony's influencing pounding against his head. "This meeting isn't an interrogation, or negotiation... It's an outright execution."

"Hm. why would I do that, Mr. Aventurine? I'm just wondering what a passerby who stumbled upon a scene of a murder could have found out, that's all." As the boy was getting ready to leave, there was a pressing question that Sunday was curious about. "By the way... before you go. I have a personal question."

Aventurine was on his way out of the room. He didn't bother looking at Sunday as he spoke. "What is it now?"

"You... do you truly wish to bring about the destruction of this world?"

"…"

Aventurine and Ratio headed out the Dewlight Pavilion. As soon as the door closed behind them, Ratio grabbed his lover by the wrist.

The Avgin’s gaze turned to Ratio, wincing from the growing pressure in his head. "What is it?"

"Is this really what you wanted?" The doctor asked quietly.

Aventurine couldn't help but laugh bitterly at that. "Well, there were a few things that didn't work in my favor, but it was an outcome I might have thought of."

To that Ratio could only stare hard at him. "I did what you requested of me."

"You did. I always said you could stab me in the back. And I have nothing but gratitude for your performance." The Avgin turned around to face his lover. "As far as foreseeing this… well, what is life but throwing caution to the wind sometimes?"

Ratio's eyes softened for a brief moment. "How long must I continue to play my part?"

Watching Ratio struggling to not break character only broke Aventurine's heart. As much as he wanted to kiss the doctor and reassure him, they were no doubt still being watched by the Bloodhounds. For the sake of appearances, the boy still needed to be careful. "For the next seventeen system hours."

Sighing Ratio pondered what he could do in that time. Going to ask Sugilite for help was out of the question. He didn't wish to leave the boy on his own, but he might have not had a choice. "I came here in hopes you would fulfil your obligation to the IPC. Not end up as a brain dead vegetable."

"You misunderstand the point of the meeting, Doctor." Aventurine pointed out. "One thing that has become obvious is that there is indeed a traitor in the Family."

"You still mean to complete that man's task?"

"Heh, I have my reasons, Doctor." He glanced down at the money bag before walking away from his lover. "There will be a signal. Surely you will know what it means when the time comes."

Hearing that, Ratio released his grip from Aventurine glancing away from him. "You are indeed a gambler…and insane one at that."

The Avgin couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh don't worry, all part of my charm, Doc."

"Your charm has put you in a situation that has an infinitesimal chance of succeeding."

"Well, it would be boring if I always won my bets with no risk involved." Although as soon as he said that, his expression became sombre. "I… knew what was at stake when I took this mission."

Perhaps deep down, Ratio realized it too, but that didn't make seeing the situation unfold as it did any easier. "There is something else you need to know… I am sure you realized... Sugilite is here."

That was a concern. Mostly because it was supposed to be the topaz cornerstone that was tied up in his schemes. There were questions that needed to be answered, but he got the same outcome in his plan so Aventurine couldn't complain. "It's fine… I will manage." Another sharp pain travelled in his mind causing him to hold his temple.

The doctor watched the display knowing that whatever was happening wasn't an act. All of the prep work his lover had done… Ratio hoped it would be enough. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a small cylinder object that had an owl emblem on the cover. "Open this when you are on your last legs. When you feel you can't take it anymore. You'll thank me."

Aventurine started at the capsule for a moment before taking it. He didn't know what was inside, but the instructions were simple enough. "Well, as much as I appreciate your betrayal… I really must be going."

Ratio said nothing watching the boy leave with the money bag in toe. "Be safe, Kakavasha…" He thought to himself saying a prayer for his lover.

Going back to Golden Hour, Aventurine couldn't help but be in a sombre mood. Whatever Sunday had done to him was making his brain want to escape from his skull. "Being part of the Family… is it really worth this?" He muttered. Well, in the end it didn't matter, death was death. It was time to get to work.

Much like he had thought, the Avgin was given a lot of leads from the locals on various rumors. While many were certainly interesting, they didn't match the memory zone meme that had caused so much trouble. The money bag was nearly empty as Aventurine held onto his head. The pain was getting worse. He swore under his breath not sure what to do to alleviate the pain he found himself in.

"Remember what I said? You Sigonians are better off hiding in the sewers."

Aventurine looked in front of him. He recognized the Pepeshi as one he had interviewed not too long again.

"Look at you, snopping around and sticking your nose everywhere. Is the smell of "death" so enticing, my fine fellow?" The voice morphed to that of an all too familiar woman he had met before.

Laughing Aventurine stared at her. "Heh, it's you, Masked Fool. I should have guessed." The Pepeshi walked behind a nearby tree out of his line of sight. When she appeared again, she was back to the familiar figure that the Avgin had come to know.

Sparkle walked up to him, placing a hand on her hip. "I heard you got caught by the Family? I gave you a clear clue. Befriend a mute. And what did you do? You messed it up and ended up as their prisoner. I told you to make friends with a mute, not become one yourself." Her lip poked out giving a dramatic sigh. "You really let me down."

Something bothered Aventurine when she said that. "What do you mean?"

"You know better than I do. Who watched the little songbird that couldn't sing perish right before their eyes? You did, Blondie."

"No," Aventurine started off again. "What did you mean by "becoming one myself"?"

The girl smiled tilting her head to the side. "Well, it means you'll soon end up like her, unable to speak ever again. But… it's probably a good thing if you ask me because -"

"-Because I'm closer to the truth?"

"Oh? You think so?" She asked.

"Why else do you think I'm playing along with that Bird Brain's schemes. Sprinkling trinkets all over the streets Fool? All part of the act… Fool's bait you see. The more pathetic I seem, the more likely you'll come sniffing around. So now that I've drawn you out, will you reward me with an answer for my efforts?"

"Why should I help you?" Sparkle questioned.

"Hehe, don't you want to see Penacony descend into chaos? Well, I can make it happen… I just need an answer to one question. Back then, when you asked me to find a 'mute'… Did you really mean Robin?"

There was a smile that formed on girl's face. "Mm… and what if I say 'no'?"

The Avgin laughed. "Then I'll thank you. The word 'no' has never sounded so pleasing." His first instinct had been correct after all. Even if it was a feeling, that Trailblazer and that girl… "Right now, there are only two things missing from my grasp. The meaning behind the truth and the means to expose it."

Giggling Sparkle watched the boy curiously. "That's a rather fancy word of saying 'I haven't learned anything.' "

Aventurine looked at the near empty bag of gift money. A way to bring it all crashing down… he could do it. "I'll certainly handle the rest myself. I'll orchestrate a grand finale for the downfall of the Family… People will wake up, and those who couldn't speak will find their voices again…"

"Lets see if you have it in you, Sigonian."

Aventurine's mind was already scheming on what to do next. "Give me sixteen system hours Fool… I'll be sure to make all of those dreams come true." He walked away for her with the new knowledge to go over.

Although Aventurine had no where to go, that didn't mean that he had to stand still. No, he was anxious now. Death loomed over him, he was a puppet for the Harmony and that bird brain. He was alone and the odds were against him, but even so… A hand went to his head wincing at the sharp pain.

"Perhaps Gaiathra will not bless you like before… You've rolled the dice one too many times… Lowly Gambler."

The voice had Aventurine stop mid-step. In front of him was… him? He knew that a mirror wasn't around. "What..? "He said under his breath. "Am.. I dreaming?"

"Heh, forgotten me already? When you were strapped to that electric chair by Iymanikan Warlords... Who was it that gave you the idea?"

"Fine…. I'm might be crazy, but I'm not stupid. Get out of my head, newborn of the Harmony."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk… I'm you, perhaps even more aware than yourself than you. I know what you want. You are dying and you still want to drag a bunch of unfortunate fools with you though death's door." The apparition walked down the street. "You already picked out your venue for the grand show right? Come on… let's have a heart to heart."

Before Aventurine could say anything the manifestation of the Harmony had disappeared. As much as he wanted to deny the thing's claim… he was right. His gaze pulled at the giant Clockie Statue. Yes, this would be the place where everything all came together. He walked closer to the venue seeing small figure in the distance. "A Pepeshi?" But the body looked wrong… no it wasn't one of them. "A child? I thought minors weren't allowed in Golden Hour." As he walked closer he poke to the child. "Hey kid, are you alright?" The young boy turned around facing Aventurine. What he saw had his heart skip a beat.

"Hello, Mister." The voice answered back.

The Avgin just stared at him. "Your… eyes."

The compliment only made the kid blush. "They're pretty, aren't they? Sis said they're a gift from Mama Fenge. Colorful eyes are said to bring good luck!" The child walked closer to Aventurine. "Ah, Mister… you have pretty eyes too. So beautiful!"

"Are… you alone? Where are your parents?" Aventurine questioned.

"They're in that amusement park. Papa and Mama went in first. I'm just about to go look for them. Sorry Mister, I have to go. I hope you have a good time too!"

Aventurine was glued to the spot even as the boy sprinted off. "Those eyes.. Mama Fenge… No! It can't be." Another sharp pain had him wincing. Despite himself he went in the direction of the child. "No… there aren't any Avgins left. They all…" He darted inside the main gate, glancing around for the small boy.

"You seem a bit… perturbed."

The Avgin turned to see the Harmony leaning against the wall.

"Ah, but I suppose even now you are still forever scheming… You really can't help yourself Gambler."

"What do you want now?" Aventurine muttered, clearly annoyed.

"Come now, don't be like that. You should take it as a compliment. After all, when you play your hand, no one knows what you are really thinking." Pushing itself off the wall, the apparition came closer. "Tell me I'm right. You know who you really are. Uptight, overcautious, massive inferiority complex. Even with the amount of wealth you've gained, you're still so afraid to loose it all!" He spread out his hands dramatically. "They only see your big bets, your bravado and arrogance… A pity that they don't know that the other hand is below the table, clutching your chips for dear life."

"The best way to prevent others from seeing your true colors, is first being able to fool yourself."

"Ah yes… You've done that beautifully." The Harmony countered. "It's why we find ourselves here. I believe what you are looking for - or should I say whom you are looking for is just up ahead."

It was hard to say where the child went, but Aventurine wanted desperately to find him. Despite himself he pressed on. In the archway leading into the inner garden, something caught the Avgin's attention. The purple hue was so out of place, he couldn't help but notice it and found his heart skipping a beat when he realized what it was. "What is the sugilite cornerstone doing here?"

The apparition laughed appearing next to him. "Oh this is just fabulous. Even in a sweet dream, you can't escape from your beloved Master."

Aventurine glared daggers at his other half. "He is not my Master…"

"I seem to remember you kneeling at his feet. Moaning as he drew out sounds only a bitch in heat would make." The Harmony walked closer to the Avgin then. "You know it occurs to me, you wouldn't be in this predicament if you would have not broken those chains of yours. Being an obedient hound suited you."

"That was never my life."

"Because you're doing so well living the good life here and now." The Harmony's expression melted away as a thought filtered into his consciousness. "When you start to contemplate suicide, it's always after making your high stakes bet. Despite your air of bravado, you hide your left hand behind your back, trembling in terror as you wait for the dice roll to show you your fate time and time again. You still want to die in a twisted way, but I suppose that Doctor has grounded you now."

"Shut up."

"Oh, hit a nerve did I? You still think about it don't you? It's why you lose yourself in thought sometimes. Thank goodness that Doctor doesn't question your quirks. Imagine if he knew that you tried to kill yourself in the dream. Which way did you like best? Throwing yourself off of a building? Slitting your wrists, drowning, consuming enough SoulGlad so you were puking your guts out?"

"I had to know if death was truly possible here."

"You've gotten your answer. Death may not be possible by your own hands but Sunday has assured that you'll always be here."

Aventurine squeezed his eyes shut. Knowing he was going to die was a bit cruel, but even so, there was still work to be done. "I can't stop what I'm doing. I know I'm close."

"Funny, you still want to get into the IPC's good grace? Do you really care that much about them or the Stonehearts?"

"If you claim that you are me, then you already know why."

The Harmony chuckled. "You really should have taken that invitation made by the Tavern. Elation seems to be more of your speed rather than Preservation." There was a coin that the apparition rolled between his fingers. "Then again, perhaps you do like it here? Your cage you find yourself in is pretty elaborate. Everything is at your fingertips, just a phone call away. Even Sugilite…" The Harmony paused before speaking, "he's kept his distance, but even you know that he's ready to take you back. You honestly should go to him. You can't be trusted to take care of yourself. At least you know he covets you, if only for warming his bed."

Just thinking about that man again made Aventurine's skin crawl. Sugilite was an unfortunate blot in his past that he couldn't escape. "I will never go back to that madman." The Avgin growled.

"Hmm, never is a long time, let's see if you can keep up that pace. Given your track record on Penacony, I have my doubts."

Aventurine just glared at him. "Think what you will, you've seemed to have made up your mind about me."

"Well, you do have a something going on for you. Being called Aventurine of Stratagems did have some merit." The Harmony crept over to the sugilite stone, picking it up. "Why do you suppose he was willing to give you his precious cornerstone? It's rather humorous when you think about it. His participation helped you get what you wanted. After all, that stone in Sunday's position… although it is green, there is another stone that mimics it in appearance. Cunning, sly… able to peer into the desires of others."

"The jade cornerstone." Aventurine countered.

"Ratio couldn't tell the difference, neither could Sunday. It was why you gave those specific instructions to your lover. Make him appear their was friction between you both, of course Sunday would have taken the bait."

"As I said," the Avgin pointed out. "Three chips would suffice for this gamble."

"Three you say? Well that does beg the question… what happened to the aventurine stone?"

"You already know the answer."

"Heh… but it's so satisfying to hear you say it." The apparition's gaze moved to the money bag. "You didn't lie to Sunday, well… maybe just once. Honestly if that man was as righteous as the nonsense his spewed, you would have been sent to Heaven. That aventurine stone had always been in his possession..."

"Sunday wanted to find a cornerstone, I gave him what he wanted, and in turn, he gave me what I wanted."

The Harmony whistled. "You smashed the aventurine cornerstone before you left. Hidden with the other cheap bobbles. I have to hand it to you, the rumors of the Stonehearts guarding their Cornerstone's with their lives… no one would think a member would do such a desperate action. Then again, the stone now resembles it's Master now. Broken, demolished in power, and so desperately wanting to be whole again."

"Even broken, the cornerstone has enough power. That's good enough for what I need to do."

"Well, given the action that you did, Diamond will have some choice words for you. It's blasphemous to desecrate Qlipoth's body. Do you really think that even if you pull off your grand show, the IPC will let you off scot-free?"

"You haven't been paying attention to what the IPC holds over me."Even saying those words, it felt like ash had filled Aventurine's mouth. As he had told Ratio before, there was nothing else that he could give the IPC that they didn't have already. His life was his last gamble, and he had taken the risk. "Diamond will get what he desires, if a cornerstone is what was needed to bring Penacony back into the grasp of the IPC-"

"-Then it's worth the risk." The apparition added. "Well then Gambler… let's see how you do."

Aventurine watched as the Harmony disappeared again. The sound of a child laughing drew his attention. He pressed forward finding the same boy playing with a prop from Clockie's Studio.

The child finished his latest game with the Hanu before going up to Aventurine. "We meet again, Pretty Eyes."

"Indeed we do. Did you find your parents?"

Nodding his head the child smiled. "Yeah! We are playing hide-and-go seek! We even saw this thing that put many drawings together and turned them into a moving wall painting."

Aventurine smiled. "I think you mean a film."

"Yeah! That's it! They put me, Papa, Mama and Big Sis together, turning us into one big family. You should give it a try too, Mister! You look sad… The amusement park will cheer you up."

"…Of course." The child ran off again and the Avgin found his mood sinking further into despair.

Papa…

Mama…

… Big sis.

Unconsciously he already knew why that child was so familiar, but he pushed the thoughts aside as he continued in the park. Standing between him and the entrance of the Clock Studio's Theme park was a maze. Not nearly elaborate to trap anyone, but to entertain even the youngest that were welcome in the sweet dream. He likely could have found away around it, but he had wasted too much time already.

Aventurine moved into it, slowly getting a feel for it. As he entered another dead end, something on ground caught his attention. His mind didn't want to process what it was as the iron shackles stared back at him. "…what is this doing here?" He breathed out.

"Nothing like a blast from the past!" The apparition said in jest. "I seem to recall you were rather intimate with those chains."

The reminder had the Avgin's heart skip a beat. "Shut the hell up."

"I don't know why you are so upset. You are a murderer … those shackles were your introduction into how your first master saw you. A Sigonian hound."

Just thinking back to that pit had his stomach drop. He had to take a life, several because despite everything he didn't want to die then. He didn't want to die now.

The Harmony chuckled. "Another thought occurred to me. You had a lucky charm made of gold given to you by mama. You could have sold it and led a normal life. In fact, you could have taken the cash your master made off your body… That was technically your money. After beating that man to a bloody pulp, it wasn't like anyone could stop you, and no one would be any wiser."

It would have been easy, Aventurine knew he could make it work no matter the credit amount. Even back then, if he were to take a million credits in blood money, he would know… he would always remember that humiliation and where that money had come from.

The apparition tilted his head at the boy's silence. "It's strange you would choose to do the most traumatic thing another person can do to another when you went to Egyhazo. I know you don't enjoy sex, how could you after being used the way you were?"

"I have my pride and principles."

"Your actions prove just the opposite. But who are you trying to convince at this point?"

Aventurine didn't have an answer. At the time, he had always thought everything was a means to the end. Now though, the end was in sight. Knowing that the hours were ticking down to his death he could have just laid down in the dirt and accepted his fate. Even if he met the Centurion what difference would it have made in the end?

Why did he struggle when he was so useless? So utterly worthless? A sixty Tanba investment… A Sigonian whore… The IPC's lapdog.

"Confronting that question must be a hard pill to swallow."

"Stop reading my mind."

"You must remember what Big Sis told you, you're a child blessed by Gaiathra Triclops and can lead the clan to happiness."

"There is no one left to lead."

"Yet here you are," The apparition countered. "So, always remember to protect yourself and never resent the pain and poverty you're going through..."

How much would be enough? Aventurine wondered.

"You're still gunning for the prize though, aren't you? Determined to ruin the beautiful dream with a grand Death."

"We'll know when the dice falls." He almost expected the Harmony to say something else. When there was no sarcastic quip, the Avgin saw that it had disappeared. Aventurine winced in pain as the Harmony clawed at him. He was almost out of time… he had to hurry.

Reaching the exit of the maze, Aventurine paused taking in the way the grand entrance looked. "Finally here." He murmured. He heard a child laugh, innocent and full of mirth. A part of him wondered if it was possible to ever be that happy.

The Avgin took a few steps forward before the familiar child came bounding up to him.

"Ah, it's you against mister! I heard your leather shoes." The child seemed so happy. "I don't know why but… you give me this feeling. I wish I could get to know you better."

"As do I." Aventurine said with a smile.

"I have to go though." The child said, a frown pulling at his face. "The day is getting late. I want to stay longer, but I don't want to worry the others."

There was a burning question that the Avgin was afraid to ask as he stared at this child. But if he didn't know the truth, he couldn't move forward. "Where is your family?"

Tilting his he giggled. "What a silly question, they are here… Papa, Mama, Big Sis… they are here in the dream."

Hearing that confirmation only made Aventurine's heart grow heavier.

"Mister…" The child said seeing the change in the Avgin's expression. "I don't understand, why don't you like the theme park?"

"Because…" Aventurine said, "They're not here."

"Where are they Mister?"

The Avgin didn't respond. If he said it then that would be admitting something that he had been running from for years.

The Harmony materialized next to Aventurine. "You know… but there is no point in pressing the matter." It walked closer to the child, gently petting him on the head. "Admit it… you're tired."

Aventurine wouldn't - no he couldn't deny that accusation. "It doesn't matter what I want… It never has."

"You don't care about the murderer in this wild goose chase that Sunday put you on," The Harmony pointed out. "Nor do you care about that silly Watchmaker's legacy. All that matters-"

"-Is the final act."

"Heh, what you have to do is fool yourself once again. You have to be a smooth operator. You don't break a sweat even when you are up to your neck in danger." The Harmony spread out his hands dramatically. "You'll be the closing act! The final sacrifice."

"I can do it... and it will be flawless."

"Of course you will." The apparition said through his smile. "Your luck will help you at the right time as it always does. You have all the pieces of the puzzle. A Stellaron, and Emanator... all that is needed is that final push."

"And the IPC will have everything that it wants."

The Harmony chuckled. "I wonder if Opal had you figured out. Perhaps that is why they gave you a suicide mission."

"He and Diamond are after Penacony, no matter the means, no matter the price... I'm just their lucky charm."

"It must be hard." The apparition finally said.

"Not like you to go soft. You are so used to antagonizing me."

"Well, I was born from you. I am well aware that climbing out of the hole you've dug is basically impossible."

"You said basically... there is still a chance. All we can do is play the cards we're dealt and rake in as much time as possible."

That caused the Harmony to pause. "An apt answer, but there is still one thing that you've struggled with. You keep winning everything, yet you've lost so much. Is even Gaiathra's blessing worth the luck you've had in life? Is it worth living in a world that has such painful memories?"

For that Aventurine stared at his other half. "I've had bright spots... even if they are few and far between I still cherish them."

"You can still stay here with me and the little guy. Your past and future... it could end here."

The Avgin shook his head. "No, this isn't my place. A dream is fleeting, but it's not my time." No, he would still struggle and get back up because that had always been his life. "Having everything that I want... it's a nice thought. But it would bore me."

The Harmony took his hand away from the child's head. "Well, seems like you've made up your mind then. Guess that Doctor really does mean something to you. Time to make a move, my friend. I'll be waiting. Think you should say goodbye to the kid before you go… Better to die without regrets." Without even waiting for Aventurine to respond, the apparition faded away.

The child walked up to Aventurine grabbing his hand. "Can you take a photo of me? I want a memento."

Giving a smile the Avgin let the boy lead him. "Sure..."

They used one of ones just outside the main building. It was positioned by the Clockie Statue and Aventurine guessed it was a popular place. After snapping a photo, he gave it to the kid. "Look at the lens when you're taking a phone the next time - your expression will look more natural."

"Mmm, I will. Mister... are you going back too?"

"No, not yet, I have a... show to do." The Avgin said.

"Oooh! You are about to go on stage, aren't you? Let's go then."

Though he knew what needed to be done, it didn't stop his heart from racing nor could he deny that his palms felt sweaty. On the outside though, Aventurine was calm, perhaps having the child with him kept him grounded. As they walked into the stage, the boy suddenly ran in front of him to stop the Avgin from going further.

"Mister… before you go. You look kinda nervous." The child said. "I know what will make you feel better! Let's put our palms together. If you receive Gaiathra's blessing, you'll feel more relaxed." When Aventurine leaned down, the child extended his hand. "Putting our palms together is a simple ritual. When we do and recite the prayer to Mama Fenge, SHE will bless us. If you are not familiar, I can guide you."

"It's alright," Aventurine said as he extended his palms. "I know how to do it." Of course he knew… back then when Big Sis told him to run away… they had done the ritual as the rain poured down on their heads. The once dusty desert turned into a muddy pit. Thunder roared as he kept pressing on, swallowing the cries of his people as they were slaughtered.

By the time they had finished, the boy had faded away. Aventurine felt something warm trail down his face. He wiped the tear away as he stood up and took one last look behind him. "…Bye… Kakavasha." Though his footsteps seemed heavier, he pressed on. The stage was set, the actors where in place.

When you have a chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret.

In one hand the Avgin clutched the shattered cornerstone, the other one on his heart. He took a deep breath, strangely he thought back to the last question Sunday asked him and the answer that he gave:

"Let's assume - just assuming, now - that every time I roll the dice… there is a possibility of achieving this particular outcome... Then, I would be quite happy to make that wager."

It was an act… all an act. But it had to be as real as possible to make the gamble pay off. Even in pieces, there was still an ethereal glow to his cornerstone. It was the first time he had bothered to use the thing… but in order to get what he wanted the danger had to be real.

Taking a deep breath he forced himself to smile. "Well then… time to get to work."

It wasn't hard to find what he needed. A microphone that would set everything in motion. Taking a deep breath, he put on his performance. ["Ladies and gentlemen... The most wondrous, most magnificent show in Penacony's history is about to begin...The IPC cordially invites everyone to — Clock Studios Theme Park!"] There was a pep in Aventurine's voice as cast out the bait. There would be no doubt that the Trailblazer and she would appear. He didn't know what was worse, the waiting… or the anticipation of it all. One thing would be for sure… he wouldn't fail… he couldn't.

It wasn't long before his 'guests' had arrived. Still on the microphone he spoke to them. ["Welcome to the Interastral Peace Corporations live show! Ah… but you are late Astral Express, and this… "unsought guest."] He replied to Acheron.

"We've kept your appointment, Mr. Aventurine. It is customary to show yourself as well." Himeko spoke.

["I will, naturally."] The Avgin said, ["but before that, I've got to introduce our guest of honor! Everyone give it up for (Miss/Mr) Stelleron!"] He couldn't help but laugh at the way that the Trailblazer bristled. ["Now, now, no need to get upset… after all they are the ones that will see all three homicides!"] His voice dropped an octave lower. ["They are the key to proving that the Family's "death does not exist in dreams" promise is nothing but a sham!"]

"Three homicides?" Himeko said, confused.

["That's right, madam - the third one is about to happen right now, right here in Clock Studios Theme Park. A truly grand death. You, you, you, and you… All of you are going to die! And it's all because of you (Miss/Mr) Stellaron…"]

"What are you going on about?" The Trailblazer questioned.

["I thought my intent was crystal clear… I wouldn't underestimate the Preservation. The cornerstone of the Amber Lord… will surely guide me. But let me be a little clearer: I will detonate the Stellaron within you, and cause a teeny-tiny accident on Penacony."]

Acheron finally spoke. "Your bluff isn't fooling anyone. If you could really do that, you would have done so earlier."

["You wanna bet? Sure, I'll be with you. I'm betting it'll be a sweeping victory for me! An unprecedented explosion to prove that the vow of Harmony is a complete and utter joke!"]

"..You won't do it." Acheron said.

["Of course I can. It's just another gamble…"] Aventurine's voice became lower as he activated the cornerstone. ["But why keep you in suspense? Friends, the game has commenced, and you cannot choose to decline.]

Three dice rolled out at the feet of his guests. Aventurine appeared from the sky, taking center stage donned with the power of Preservation. He could see the surprise in the Crew's eyes as they stared at him, Archeron, poised but calm. Good, it would make things interesting.

"I'm taking the gamble..."

"I'm claiming the win..."

"I'll let fate spin the wheel, a daring gamble! Walking the brink of death… for rebirth."

"All for the Amber Lord!"

Aventurine gave it his all as he fought the Crew and that woman. A struggle to keep the world from teetering on the chaos that would fall. No matter how hard he was pushed back, how much the Crew blocked his attacks, just damaging the theme park wouldn't be enough. No, he needed more destruction… more deaths. There was only a small chance… but if he didn't take it, his plan would be in ruins. The moment that he pushed the Trailblazer back he spoke. "I'm starting to get a bit impatient with you all…"

He levitated in the sky, looking down at the Crew. Apparently he needed to do something more… something desperate. The fight was dragging out longer than he wanted, the actors were still holding back. In that case…

"Friends, to fully relish this… I'm betting every last chip!"

Aventurine raised his left hand in the air, tapping into the power of Imagination. His will chiselled in his cornerstone, the embodiment of who he was. In another dimension, he summoned giant gambling chips the size of men.

"Only by casting aside reason... does one truly gamble…"

He couldn't help but laugh. To destroy a world… to see it torn apart. If this is what he needed to do, then so be it. The chips glowed as he activated his power. His head moved, watching Acheron. She was still holding back… but with this.

"Emanator… I know you'll match my wager… Right?"

The woman didn't respond. Aventurine didn't hesitate, a snap of the fingers sent scores of coins out of their dimension and hitting anything in their path. The sound of collapsing buildings and terrified screams reached his ear.

Acheron fully unsheathed her blade activating her own power. A single bloody tear trailed down her face as she spoke.

"I wish to mourn the departed…"

Several sweeping blades cut at the poker chips raining down on Golden Hour.

"Weeping like rain, to swell the crossing stream…"

The shear force sent the chips back, disintegrating those within the path of her slash.

"As the tide arrives, leading you back home."

Aventurine found himself in the path, he could only shield his eyes as the light careened against his body. It was enough to take his breath away, blood blossomed from a wound on his chest, but he couldn't register the pain. All he felt is a weightlessness as he was pushed back, he couldn't stop, the force was too great. He could only close his eyes as he was enveloped in darkness.

When Aventurine opened his eyes, he found himself staring into the abyss. A gigantic black hole was in the background and water that stretched for miles was at his feet. The mark on his chest had him wincing, doubling over from the pain. "Have… Have I succeeded?" Then clarity hit him. "Well… it doesn't matter I suppose." He laughed bitterly trying to gain his bearings, unfortunately there was nothing to see.

A lone figure came into his line of sight. It was the only when he walked closer to it, did he realize who it was.

"It's a pity this is not the place you were expecting." Acheron said.

"…Nihility… is it?"

"Not quite… this is all but a fleeting dream. One of the thousands of manifestations of IX. Under the watchful eye of the Nihility, we momentarily linger here, before moving on to our own paths."

The news had Aventurine sighing. "It seems that my death has already been determined."

"Even if you wish for it… I can't promise you anything. Now that you've accomplished your goal, I think you can be a little be more forthcoming." The woman said.

"What do you mean?" The Avgin asked.

"Your performance at the theme park was wonderful and grandiose… A simple yet practical technique that fooled almost everyone." She paused giving a sigh. "No one would have ever thought that you would have gone to such lengths, even staking your life, just to prove a fact that had seemingly been disproved long ago. "Real death" does not exist in Penacony's Dreamscape."

Aventurine chuckled. "Why would I do this?"

"Because this is the only way you can uncover a secret that is even more unspeakable than the serial murders… To use this "dream death" to get there… to that promised land people constantly seek in this grand gathering. Penacony - the Legacy of the Watchmaker, the true land of exile."

Aventurine held onto his chest as blood seeped out of the wound. "… How did you find out?"

"I never imagined that something I learned about unexpectedly would become the key to connecting everything."

"Hah… It's that person's identity, isn't it?"

"I see you're in the know."

The Avgin shrugged. "Let's just say… I'd put money on the possibility. This dram of theirs isn't a boundless sea, it's a lonely island. The Family may have used the Harmony to build a high way and isolate them from the vast and treacherous ocean of the outside world. That barrier they built up keeps "death out", but it also keeps the secrets that are lost in that watery abyss from floating to the surface." He had almost fallen for it himself. "In a beautiful dream, free of suffering, who would want to go fishing for those secrets? No one. Unless…"

"Unless someone goes to the other side of the barrier… And lives to tell the tale."

Aventurine smirked. "I got the idea early on, chewing on that Masked Fool's little hint. If a a mute isn't "someone who cannot make a sound," then it has to be "someone who cannot speak." Just that knowledge was enough. "I'm happy to know she's safe and sound, and still on Penacony."

"Hint", Archeron mused. "Is that not "proof"?"

"Unfortunately, proof is something that I don't have. The only thing that can prove these… conjectures is for the Family to come clean." With his plan set in motion, they would have no choice. The jade cornerstone was no doubt giving valuable information to it's owner. "You don't need proof to have a suspicion, and for me suspicion is enough. I didn't need to find the memory zone meme. I just needed for someone to kill me like it killed that silver-haired girl."

The woman scoffed. "You don't sound very confident to me. Going out of your way to make citywide broadcasts in an attempt to involve more people. You really were betting on the possibility of someone being able to "break down the barrier." She walked closer to him, keeping a hand on the hilt of the sword. "You're very lucky that fate has decide to let us cross paths. I happen to be equipped with a very sharp blade - sharp enough to slice through the veil of dreams and also… I can carve the Harmony's brand off you…"

Aventurine heard the sound of the katana being raised from the hilt. Although he couldn't see the movement, the slight pressure in the air was the only hint that something had indeed happened.

"You possess great cunning. Deliberately setting us up to be on opposing sides, constantly repeating the words of the Emanator in front of others, leaving me no choice but to draw my blade against you. With your plan the IPC always wins. Even if you lost the bet… To the Family, the life of an ambassador is still invaluable."

When she said it like that, the Avgin couldn't help but shrug. "It's a huge gamble, isn't it? But, allow me to point out that the IPC's success is not guaranteed. I unfortunately have no contingencies for such an important matter." Indeed he had bet everyone on the line, living through it was a luxury and he didn't foresee it because that would me he didn't give it his all. It had always been a lose-lose scenario.

"Even so… you have won. Your prize is an entry ticket into that deep sea." She started to walk away from him giving her parting words. "Wake up from this dream and go to where you should be. Your gamble… it's not over yet."

Aventurine could only close his eyes. "Before we part, I do have one question. As someone who has travelled down that road… Why are we born into this world if it's just to die?"

"… My answer might not be able to resolve your confusion because it has been with you throughout your journey, and it's already a part of your life." She paused starting to walk away from him. "We struggle, we go on because we are not ready for the final rest."

Aventurine wasn't sure what to think about those words.

"Before the end, there are many things that humans can do while on their journey. Thus, "the end" will reveal itself in a completely different meaning. Perhaps you should take a look in your pocket. It's seems your friend has already given you the answer." With nothing more to say she walked away leaving the Avgin in his thoughts.

Truthfully, Aventurine had almost forgot about Ratio's gift. He supposed before he faded away he would be able to cherish whatever final words that would be left for him.

Doctor's Advice

The impossible in the Dreamscape is not "Death," but rather "Dormancy."

Do stay alive. I wish you the best of luck

Reading Ratio's advice, he couldn't help but sigh. "You would say that…" It was hard to say how Ratio was able to write what he needed to hear. Perhaps he realized something when they came here. "Very well. Then I shall get going."

"Mister…?"

Aventurine paused hearing that familiar voice. Turning around, he saw Kakavasha there.

"You're leaving? You ultimately chose to… leave this Dreamscape?"

"…Yes. Because they are not here… My Papa, Mama, and Big Sis…"

"Then where are they?" The child questioned.

Aventurine out a hand on his chest. "…They are in a place where everyone will go. A very, very distance place."

"Then," Kakavasha said, "are you going to?"

It would have been simple… perhaps the Harmony had a point. Laying down, accepting his fate. It would have been easy. The image of Ratio flashed in his mind. He had happy moments with that man… perhaps there would be more. Even having only one other would be enough, but he had to keep pressing forward if he wanted to know how many good moments he would have. "I'll get there, one day. But not now. There will come a day when the sky will drizzle, and I will hear the call of Gaiathra Triclops and know that it's time for me to go and be reunited with my family." He glanced back at the child. "But until that time comes… I should be preparing."

"Preparing for what?"

"Preparing to face them, Kakavasha, and to make them proud."

The child finally smiled. "I know you'll be able to do it. Good luck! But Mister, you still seem nervous…"

Aventurine chuckled. "I seem that way because I am nervous… You know what? Maybe you can help. What do you say? One last time? Put our palms together?" The child nodded and the Avgin crouched down once again. The two of them spoke in unison.

"May the goddess Gaiathra close HER eyes three times..."

"Keep your blood eternally pulsing..."

"Let your journey be forever peaceful... "

"...and your schemes forever concealed."

Aventurine placed his hat on the child's head. Holding it in his hand, Kakavasha watched Aventurine leave. "Our paths will cross again beneath Kakava's shimmering auroras… Farewell, Kakavasha."

Aventurine was left alone in the primordial dreamscape after saying his goodbyes to his past. The haze that clouded his mind no longer bothered him and the Harmony that had plagued him was silenced. "Who would have thought that I would owe my life to an emanator…" Glancing around he tried to find any type of landmark that would help him navigate the dreamscape. There was nothing remarkable that stood out to the Avgin.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the shattered remains of his cornerstone. Surprisingly the object still glowed hinting that power still remained in it. If Qlipoth had forsaken him after what he had done, Aventurine wouldn't have blamed THEM. Somehow though, the Preservation still protected him. Giving a sigh he remembered Ratio's words before he picked a direction and started to walk.

The sounds of his feet splashing against the partially flooded ground was the only thing that he could register. If the Harmony's influence caused him to hallucinate, the Nihility sucked away his his will to go on. Everything in his body felt heavy the longer he travelled down his pathless destination. Sins of the past kept coming back to him. The Master he killed to gain his freedom, the Guild members he had fooled to gamble his destiny, the various clients he outwitted and caused them to lose everything. He did it all to make himself be more comfortable in a life that had been filled with sorrow. They would all laugh at him if they saw his pitiful state now.

He was tired. Nothing since his birth made sense, why he suffered so much. He was born to a world of violence and destruction. Struggling for survival, his life, the clothes on his back, now his sense of self. There was always something that was weighing him down. Somehow he had fooled everyone, even himself that everything was fine, but it wasn't. The image of Ratio flashed through his mind. He abruptly stopped.

Right… even despite the pain there were bright spots in it. Perhaps that is why he kept going, to have more of those pleasant memories. If he knew the Doctor, he was worrying himself to death. Aventurine wondered if he was worthy of the man. He couldn't help but laugh at how they had become so close when the Avgin had shamelessly teased him in the same way he had taken advantage of his fellow guild members. He had no concept of what a friend was, certainly not a lover… Now look at him.

That reason alone had him continue to step forward. He no longer knew what he was walking towards. In the haze of darkness, his heart weighed heavily on him. He wanted to stop, but every time he did, he kept thinking of the good memories. He walked until his legs started to ache, he walked until the balls of his feet started to become sore. The light from his cornerstone faded, what remnants that were left disintegrated in his palms. The Nihility bared down on him again. Aventurine closed his eyes accepting that this would be the end for him.

The Avgin breathed out slowly stopping again. He'd never get out of here, for all he knew he just was walking deeper into the dreamscape and not finding a way out of it. Then, there was a sound that he heard. It was so faint, that he thought he was imagining things. Every so often it would stop, but then that faint started again.

He walked in the direction it was coming from, listening as the sound became clearer. The more that he listened to it he knew that he recognized that sound. A melody that he had listened to a hundred times before coming to Penacony.

The music box.

With renewed vigor, his steps quickened. That sound giving him hope he was reaching the edge of the dreamscape. The darkness slowly bled away to the familiar sky of Golden Hour. He kept walking to the sound of the music box knowing whoever it was had saved him.

A lone figure stood at the edge of the slash that Acheron had made. Aventurine's voice caught in the back of his throat seeing his savior.

Ratio stared at Aventurine, re-winded the music box until he saw his lover emerge from the scar in the dreamscape. "…Welcome back, Gambler."

A/N: Before I post the next chapter, there will be 3 side stories posted in this collection (aiming for less than 5k words for each one) that will tie into the story. I recommend subscribing to the series for those updates, if not I will leave an author's note on the next chapter just as a reminder. They are completely optional reading material.

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

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A/N: Before reading this chapter, those interested in some character exposition should read the side stories with Ratio, Aventurine and Sugilite in the collection respectfully. They are completely optional though. 

No matter how he looked at it. Penacony had been a strange case. Between him 'dying' in the sweet dream, being plagued by the Harmony, stuck in a primordial dreamscape with that Emanator, and then finding himself waking up in a place like this… Aventurine had seen enough of Penacony to last him a lifetime. 

Sunday and the Dreammaster had been scheming since this Charmony Festival had been announced. No doubt it had been a well orchestrated plan given the amount of people Ena had affected. As he and Ratio sat in the lounge area, the only ones still awake as the others were trapped in the dream. Though there was no bartender, Aventurine climbed over the counter pulling out a bottle of SoulGlad. 

For once, Ratio didn't comment on Aventurine slipping into bad habits again as he poured each of them a glass of the liquor. He joined him at the bar sitting on the other side. Every so often he'd feel tremors that shook the glasses from the shelves, music coming from the distance rattled the walls, the clash of weapons adding another element to the symphony. The doctor reached for his SoulGlad staring at the amber liquor. "I imagine the Astral Express has confronted Mr. Sunday." 

Aventurine sighed, dropping a few ice cubes in their drink. "Was bound to happen. You've met the Crew, they would never stand for this." Raising his glass in the air, Ratio joined, the sound of their glasses making a clunking sound before the Avgin gulped it down. Though it burned, Aventurine didn't give a damn. Only when the glass was completely empty did he take it away from his mouth. 

Ratio was more reserved, taking a few sips between the clash going on. A few glasses fell over from the constant vibrations though neither man seemed to pay it much mind. As Aventurine went to refill his glass, Ratio's hand reached out to stop him.

The Avgin sighed looking at him. "Come on doc… not now." 

"I don't need you slipping into bad habits again." He chided the boy. "Besides, you've done too many reckless things for me to not be concerned." 

The reminder only had Aventurine sighing as he put the bottle down beside them. "Part of my charm doc. Thought you were aware." 

Perhaps that had been true, but something had bothered Ratio about the entire affair. "You came here to die, did you not?" 

Though there were more tremors that rocked through the building, Aventurine couldn't help but feel the vacuum of silence between the pair growing, not sure how to even answer that accusation. "I told you… it was a possibility." 

Maybe Ratio had known that was the case, but it hurt more because he couldn't think of a reason for Aventurine to stop what he was doing. It wasn't as though the boy could go against the IPC's plans. Taking what was left of his drink, he poured it in Aventurine's glass. "You did. But just remember there are those that wish to see you spread your wings, go even further." 

The Avgin knew… he always knew that Ratio had cared about him. But even now, he still had a hard time accepting it. It was just too foreign a concept with how he had been treated in the past. "I lied to you." He said finding his gaze pulled at the SoulGlad. Even with Gaiathra, he had accepted the outcome, win or lose. "But I wasn't sure how to say goodbye so that's why…"

Ratio had remembered the way that the boy had looked at him that night when they had slept together. It had unnerved him despite him finally being able to have sex with his lover. "I'll always be at your side Kakavasha, remember that." 

"I know you will." Aventurine murmured. He had never considered anyone actually mourning his death but it was a selfish thing to do.  Strangely after that, he didn't feel like drinking anymore. The half empty SoulGlad remained untouched as the two men waited for the battle the Astral Express was engaged in to end. 

Jade rarely was one to worry about current matters, although being without her cornerstone left the normally reserved woman on edge. There were a lot of things that could go wrong, but when she had given Aventurine her stone, she knew the risks. The wager was just too high not to participate. Her gaze was drawn to the holographic model of Penacony. Aventurine should have arrived 48 system hours ago. 

The business phone on her desk rung. Hopefully it was good news. As she picked up the receiver, a familiar voice started speaking to her. 

"The light of the aventurine stone has disappeared." 

Diamond seemed rather matter-of-fact about it. She closed her eyes at the news. Though the cornerstone had been far apart from her, it's essence was tied to her. Even from Pier Point, she could feel the desires of those on Penacony. "That only means one outcome… that child got what he wanted." She couldn't help but grin at the good news.

There was a long pause before Diamond spoke again. "Take care of it." The man said before hanging up the phone. 

Aventurine and Ratio had moved to sit in one of the corner booths after growing tired of the bar. The sounds of battle had grown quiet, but the people around them hadn't stirred. 

"Perhaps they failed?" The Avgin murmured as he took out his golden Aideen token. The object spun between his fingers as he looked at the people here. 

"Not a chance." Ratio countered. "There has to be another reason." 

Aventurine was about to argue the point further until he heard the sounds of people groaning. Much to his relief, people started to stir, pulling themselves out of the trance they had been placed in. "Guess that means… our work here is just about wrapping up." 

Truthfully, the aftermath for Penacony was just as tiring as the visit. With the revelations uncovered by the Astral Express and Aventurine, the Family had much to answer for. The Avgin wanted no part in it. Honestly, he was just ready to leave now that he had played his part. He and Ratio were sitting in the lounge waiting for the go ahead to leave. 

"There you are, child." 

Aventurine and Ratio turned to see Jade walking over to them. "You made good timing." The Avgin mused. 

"It's time to collect on the fruits of our labor, one cannot keep opportunity waiting." She eyed him as well as Ratio. "You've earned your rest, both of you. Don't worry about any further work for the time being." 

Aventurine bowed. "Thank you." 

"Hmm, well don't thank me yet. It seems that you paid a high price with this gamble of yours. Even Diamond has taken notice of a critical piece on the board that is now missing." 

Aventurine didn't react to the news as he raised his head. "Actions beget results, that's what Diamond wanted." 

"Indeed." Jade countered, unable to hold any contempt for what he had done. "Allow me and Topaz to handle the rest. That is all." 

Ratio couldn't help but look off to the side seeing Topaz there. Strangely Sugilite was no where to be found which had concerned him. Though he had warned the Stoneheart to leave Aventurine alone, Ratio couldn't help but speculate why he was here at all. 

Obsidian was finishing her work back on Pier Point when a knock came at her door. She didn't get a chance to respond before Sugilite came in. He didn't look her in the eye as he came close to her. There didn't need to be any words exchanged as she grabbed him by his tie. “All that plotting and planning and you still failed, Suggy.” She didn't seem surprised. Careful as the entire matter had been set up, getting Aventurine wouldn't be easy even without his cornerstone. 

Sugilite could say nothing to the accusation. While he wouldn't mention why his personal hunt hadn't gone to plan, his repeated failures were weighing heavily on him. This should have been a day of celebration, but not now. 

“Poor Suggy,” Obsidian purred, drawing her partner to her desk. She shoved his head against the wooden counter towering above him. “That boy succeeded in his task, even Jade seemed thrilled to reap the benefits of his labor.” And knowing the other woman, getting Penacony back in the coffers of the IPC was like child's play. “What happened to your teeth? I have never seen you let your prey go for so long. It's embarrassing considering you are letting that slave make a fool of you.” She couldn't help but laugh, twisting her fingers in his hair until she heard the man whimper. “Then coming back to me with your tail between your legs…”

“A minor setback.” He finally replied. 

The woman didn't seem amused. “I have nothing more to tell you. Honestly you should plan on that boy getting a promotion. How do you expect to control him if he becomes your boss?”

The thought made Sugilite's stomach turn. He didn't want to think about the implications it could mean. 

Obsidian narrowed her eyes. Snorting, she let him go, taking a seat in her chair. “Maybe you should give it up, Suggy.” Of course she would rather have the man for herself, it wasn't as though Sugilite was against their meetings. 

With the pressure on his body lifting, he glared at her. “I am not done yet.” He growled. 

“No, I suppose that would be asking too much for you. Fine, have it your way… But you will have to do more for me to get the information you want.”

Sugilite knew that would be the case. “Anything.”

The woman couldn't stop the grin forming on her lips. "Good boy."

The trip back to their apartment had been a quiet one. Ratio had noticed that Aventurine was out of it. He couldn't blame his lover given the circumstances so just gave him his space. The cat cakes seemed relieved to have their owners back, and Aventurine seemed to spend some extra time with them before he crawled in the shower and cleaned himself up. As he did, there was a new gash that appeared on his chest. Though Acheron had hurt him in the dream, it appeared that she left a reminder of his reckless behavior. 

It was only when Aventurine laid down and tried to sleep did the problems start to become noticeable. They were mild at first, thrashing in his sleep, unable to get comfortable. Then the nightmares came. The Avgin had always had them, but after Penacony they only seemed to get worse and increase in frequency. 

Ratio had tried to adjust the dosage the the medication he was taking, but it didn't seem to help. From there, he had to watch as Aventurine got worse. He was sleeping more, but the fatigue didn't get any better. The Avgin spent most of his time in bed, not even the cat cats could rouse him to do something. The doctor only had grown more concerned. While he knew that Aventurine had been struck by something, he had to wonder if there were lasting effects even escaping the Nihility. From what his lover had described, there was a force that had been bearing down on him the entire time, chipping away at his broken cornerstone until nothing was left. 

That alone was cause for him to seek out a Doctor of Chaos for his lover. It was one of the few times that he had sought out the IPCs help with tracking down their elusive members. When one of them was located, Ratio immediately went to them with Aventurine to see if they could alleviate the issues that the boy was suffering from. 

"A severe case… but he can be saved." The Doctor of Chaos murmured as he examined Aventurine. 

Ratio could only hope that the bizarre tonics and elixirs created by the man did its job. After a week of repeated sessions, Ratio could tell that the boy was finally responding to the treatment. 

After their ordeal, Ratio took them back to Veritas Prime. The pair sat in the orchard, Aventurine was splayed out in Ratio's lap eating one of the star apples as he read one of the latest books from his collection. As the doctor finished his latest chapter, he couldn't help but glance down at his lover. “Seems you are getting your appetite back, Gambler.”

“Heh, I have to admit you've got some great fruit here. Glad we came back for a vacation.”

It was strange. Even though Ratio had heard about the IPC taking control of Penacony, it was unheard of for Jade to allow them such an extended reprieve. “I am just thankful you are going back to being your usual self.”

Aventurine couldn't help but lean up, placing a kiss on Ratio's lips. “Aww, didn't realize you missed me so badly.” In truth, the Avgin was grateful that his lover was looking out for him. “Guess I will just have to show you my appreciation.”

Ratio blinked at the boldness of the boy. “We are outside Gambler.”

That didn't seem to perturb the Avgin as he gently pushed his lover in the grass. “On your personal property…”

Ratio didn't have a rebuttal feeling Aventurine's hands slipping under his shirt. He was stripped of it before his lover lowered him into the grass. Though the doctor usually had a modicum of self awareness, it all disintegrated as Aventurine toyed with his body. In the haze, both of them haphazardly managed to remove their clothing. 

Under the moonlight, Aventurine lay under his lover feeling Ratio thrusting into him. He moaned, not bothering to lower his voice, feeling Ratio fill him up. This pleasure was what he missed. Knowing that he could share it with the person he loved. Arching his back, he snaked his arms around Ratio's neck pulling his lover's face close so he could claim his lips. 

Ratio obliged him, keening as his cock kept rubbing against his lover's walls. There was something truly beautiful knowing Aventurine was willing to lower his defenses and trust him with such an intimate act. “Oh Kakavasha…”  He whispered, breaking their kiss. Aventurine's face was flushed as he let himself go. He could tell the boy was struggling to hold himself back from coming, but that wouldn't do. “Let me hear how much you like this.” Ratio growled. 

Aventurine grasped at the command. “Oh Doc,” Ratio lifted himself up, changing the angle of his thrusts. It was brushing against his prostate, having his pitch rise an octave. “Please doc…” He whimpered. “You are driving me crazy.” He couldn't say much after that, reduced to pitiful cries and moans as Ratio kept moving inside him. When he couldn't take it anymore, he saw stars as he climaxed. Strings of semen splattered on his stomach as he relaxed on the grass. 

It didn't take long for Ratio to finish after seeing his lover come. He collapsed on top of the boy as they caught their breath.

Aventurine kissed Ratio when he could finally move. “Seems we could use a bath.”

Ratio pulled out of his lover wondering how late it was. “I suppose it would be in poor taste to go to bed covered in grass.” He mused. Their next course of action decided, both of them picked up their clothing and headed inside to clean up. 

Though Aventurine carried his work phone, it had been silent since the pair had left Penacony. That was until the next morning when at 8:00am sharp, he received a call. The Avgin groaned, fumbling for the phone on the nightstand before finally grabbing it. “Aventurine.”

[“Ah, there you are, child.”]

The Avgin immediately sobered up hearing Jade's voice. 

[“It's time to come back to the office. Diamond has held a meeting with the other Stonehearts. Your attendance is required.”]

Aventurine sat up on the edge of the bed at the news. Ratio was still sleeping, and he turned his gaze away from his lover as he spoke. “In what regards?”

[“Your punishment for destroying your cornerstone.”]

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Aventurine closed his eyes hearing the news. Of course he knew better than to think that he had gotten off scot free. What he had done was pure blasphemy against Qlipoth's body. An object like a cornerstone should have been cherished and yet he had smashed the thing to bits without even batting an eye. 

["I am sure that you are still occupied elsewhere, so you have 36 system hours to return to Pier Point. You'll want to be dressed in your company attire."]

Well, at least Diamond was granting him that mercy. "I understand." He murmured, hearing Jade cut the line. Giving a sigh, Aventurine only crawled back on the bed, snuggling against Ratio. Though he probably should have woken the other man, the Avgin was content to just watch him as he slept contemplating his own life again.

Ratio started to stir a short while later. He was surprised to find Aventurine staring back at him with a smile. 

“Morning, doc.”

The doctor yawned, reaching out to pet the Avgin's cheek. “You are up early, Gambler.” He murmured. The boy had a habit of sleeping in if he wasn't concerned about work. 

“Heh, had a phone call that woke me up.”

The statement had Ratio glance at the nightstand behind his lover. It had been silent since they left, but perhaps Jade thought their unannounced vacation had drawn to a close. “Work, I assume?” When he saw Aventurine nod his head, Ratio sat upon the bed. The doctor wasn't too surprised by the news. They had been on borrowed time after he asked the company to intervene with the Doctors of Chaos. “When do you have to go back?”

“I should probably leave this afternoon.”

“Seems like we just got a vacation.” Ratio mused. “I suppose she’ll be contacting me too then.” 

“Heh, maybe.” 

Furrowing his brow, the doctor regarded the boy. He wasn’t looking at Ratio which was already a troubling sign. “What did Jade say to you?” 

“Oh, this and that.” The Avgin mused. He could see the frown pulling on his lover’s lips and pulled himself into a sitting position. “It seems there will be a trial to determine what they will do with me.” 

Ratio’s eyes widened at the news. He remembered the state of the aventurine cornerstone when the Avgin had collapsed in his arms. It only amounted to a handful of glowing dust that was not capable of even being called shards. Even knowing what Aventurine had done, would they really execute him? 

“I’ve always been on borrowed time I suppose.” The Avgin mused. 

“You’ll survive.” 

Aventurine wanted to believe that, truly, but then Opal's words played again in his head. 

"Maybe luck won't be on your side this time, and the bill for all of your past good fortune will come due."

Ratio brought his hand under his lover’s chin making him turn towards him. “Kakavasha… you will survive.” He said again. 

The boy only nuzzled into Ratio’s hand, placing a kiss on the doctor’s palm. “Come with me?” 

“Always.” 

Sugilite awoke to a wave of nausea. He didn’t want to know how much blood he had lost last night when Obsidian had her way with him. He was laying on his stomach, but his back felt like it was on fire. He didn’t want to look at how many scars the woman had given him. Her ire was hard to overlook even if their sessions had increased following their agreement. Perhaps she expected him to beg to stop her cruelty towards him? Another test of his sincerity and commitment he supposed. He heard the bathroom door open and found himself staring at Obsidian. 

She was dressed in black silk robe, her hair still wet from a well needed shower. Her elbows folded on her chest as her gaze locked onto him. “Up already, Suggy?”

He tried to push himself up, a sharp stab of pain had him groan before collapsing back on the bed. 

“Poor thing.” She murmured, though there was no empathy in her tone. She disappeared in the bathroom for a moment before appearing with a first aid kit. She walked over to the bed, moving the sheets from the man's nude body. Her gaze examined his back, seeing the exposed tissue and muscle under the dried blood. 

Though it was her handiwork, she wasn't perturbed by the gore. Her medical skills went to work, cleaning and dressing the wounds with expert procession. Ironic that her first profession still was applicable after Jade and Diamond had invited her to the Stonehearts. The same hands that had inflicted those scars mended Sugilite. When the woman applied invisible stitches to the more egregious areas. When Obsidian was done, she went over to her vanity before going to apply her makeup routine for the day. “I'm curious Suggy, with your pet's trial coming up, what are you planning to do?” She inquired. 

The question was one he struggled to find a resolution for. Spite would have him condemn the Avgin, knowing he would never get to be with Ratio again. One the other though… “He would go back to his sentence before Jade intervened, a slave sentenced to the gallows.”

“You really plan to try to bargain for that boy? Even Jade would question your motives.”

“Perhaps… But he still has value. I am sure even Jade realizes that.”

Obsidian could only roll her eyes. Selecting a foundation, she applied the makeup to her face as she spoke. “You know what making a contract with Jade entails. Showing her your heart so openly will only lure you deeper in her coils. No one walks away unscathed making a deal with her.” Besides, if Sugilite was to be bound to anyone, it should be her. 

Sugilite's eyes narrowed at the thought. He didn't want to make any deals with the woman if he could help it, surely there had to be another way. 

“I told you before, that single mindedness will be your undoing. But you are a stubborn one, my dear.” It was precisely the reason she would be happy to see Aventurine fall. Her vote had already been decided. 

Self preservation was a curious thing. Aventurine never had a need for it. Everything had always been a gamble to him. Perhaps the Harmony apparition had a point. He could never stop his games, making each bet one extreme to the next. He had convinced himself that he would die on Penacony, so how did he deal with another threat to his life? Before it had been so simple, but now… This was a different set of circumstances that scared him. 

He and Ratio had taken the shuttle back to Pier Point. Though it was getting late, they grabbed dinner at a nearby restaurant. Aventurine had only eaten a few bites of his pasta, Ratio managed to finish half of his salad before pushing the plate off to the side. 

“Did you want to have a drink?” The doctor suddenly asked. 

The Avgin couldn't help the surprised look that covered his face. “Huh, you sure you are Ratio? Not a question I am used to hearing from him.” The boy teased. 

Sighing, the doctor glanced out of the balcony. Though it was night time, the traffic was still heavy from IPC members clocking out for the day. “I'm willing to bend my rules… just this once.”

An olive branch no doubt. It was sweet of the doctor. Maybe he was able to tell how anxious Aventurine was. His gaze pulled to the window overlooking the skyline. “Nah, seems like a bad idea to not be able to remember my last day if it comes to it.”

“You completed your mission. I am sure that will be taken into consideration by the others.”

Ratio probably did have a point. From the view news articles he saw after coming back home, the Stonehearts had incorporated Penacony back into their portfolio and gained the favor of a high ranking board member. The sequence of events wouldn't have happened if for Aventurine. “Only time will tell.” Honestly he didn't know what else to say. This feeling was a different one since for the first time in his life, he was scared that his luck wouldn't be in his favor. Giving a smile he reached into his pocket to pay their bill. “Come, we should get going. Thanks for dinner.”

The pair went back to Aventurine's apartment. The Avgin was exhausted, dragging himself into the shower. By the time he got out, Ratio had settled the cat cakes in for the night. Aventurine laughed playing with the creatures as Ratio took his bath. The Avgin was sitting up on the bed by the time Ratio emerged and joined him. Aventurine leaned against his lover, enjoying the subtle scent of lavender on him. 

Ratio pet the boy's cheek. “You should get some rest.”

“Probably right.”He doubted that it would be that easy with so much on his mind. He glanced back at his lover before speaking. “Doc… Is it strange to be scared?”

“No,” The doctor answered. “In truth, I am glad in a way. It means you are starting to value yourself more.”

The comment made the Avgin laugh softly. “Guess I have you to thank for that.”

Ratio turned the boy's face so they were looking at each other. “Then I take full responsibility. But Kakavasha, please believe in yourself. Even after everything you've done, you have value. Even Diamond will see that.”

Aventurine could only press himself into his lover. “I hope so, doc.”

Aventurine didn't sleep much despite going to bed at a decent time, he just pressed himself into Ratio just happy to have his lover with him. 

The alarm didn't get a chance to ring as both men got dressed. Jade told Aventurine to dress in his Stoneheart uniform. He stared at the three piece suit. It had been tailor made shortly after he was formally accepted. The Avgin stared at himself in the mirror. Everything was in place without a wrinkle in sight. 

“Are you ready?” Ratio asked.

Taking in a deep breath, Aventurine turned around making his way back to Pier Point. 

Going back to the office was like any other day. It was almost laughable to Aventurine as he was stopped by one of his staff members and she only expressed how happy she was to see him. The energy in the building was one of celebration, everyone seemed happy that one of the hardest projects for the IPC had finally gotten a resolution. 

“Please let me know if I can help you with anything, Mr. Aventurine!”

As Aventurine headed into the elevator with Ratio, the doctor couldn't help but state the obvious. “No one has been informed about this trial.”

“No surprise, as much as the Stonehearts are looked up to, the Strategic Investment Department affairs have always been kept private.”

When the pair reached the company offices, an IPC robot was there. Its sensors scanned Aventurine and Ratio before it spoke. “Halt, only authorized members of the Strategic Investment Department are allowed on this floor. Those without the proper credentials are asked to go to the service station for further information.”

Ratio looked at Aventurine. “It seems as though this floor is on lock down.” An anomaly but given the circumstances, he supposed it was to be expected.

“Guess, they have to make sure the defendant doesn't go anywhere.” He turned to his lover. “I suppose this is where we part.”

The doctor regarded his lover. “Only for a brief moment. This is an order Kakavasha… Survive.”

The boy only nodded before exiting the elevator. Though Jade didn't give him too many instructions on what to expect, he was sure that she was waiting for him to arrive. Going down the hallway to his office, there was another robot there. Aventurine waited for it to say something. When it didn't, he understood why. “Just wait here then.” He mused to himself as he sat in his office chair. 

Aventurine didn't have to wait long for his door to open. Jade stared at him before she spoke. “It's time, child.”

Aventurine may have not been in chains like the first time he had been brought before Jade, but the Avgin couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as she led him into the all too familiar courtroom. 

Though it could easily fit one hundred people, Aventurine's gaze was pulled at the Intelitron sitting in the highest chair. Pearl was one of few words, but given where she was, it was likely she would be the one presiding over the trial. 

Sugilite was sitting off to the right side of the judge's seat, he raised his head looking at Aventurine for only a moment before he relaxed back in his seat. 

Topaz was on the opposite side, on her lap Numby was making squeaking sounds. Jade went over to her side leaving Aventurine in the middle of the room. 

There were three monitors present in the room, and while Aventurine couldn't make out their silhouettes, he already assumed that Sapphire and Obsidian would be making their voices known through them rather than being physically at Pier Point. 

The door behind the Avgin opened once more. Aventurine turned to see Opal flanked by the two robots from earlier. They guarded the doorway while the Pepeshi took a seat near Sugilite. With a cheerful smile on his face, he spoke. “I believe that everyone is present. Pearl, you may continue the proceedings.”

The woman nodded before looking at some paperwork that was carefully placed in front of her. “During this debt collection period, Penacony has been re-incorporated into the IPC’s distribution of shares.” She paused before speaking further, “However, in doing so, we also paid a high price… The complete destruction of a cornerstone.”

All eyes went to Aventurine at the news. “In order to achieve these results, one had to be willing to make a daring gamble.”

[“You took an oath to treasure the cornerstone like your life.”] Sapphire's voice chimed in from one of the monitors. [“It is sacrilegious you would dare break such a precious object.”]

“What Diamond wanted... what I wanted to achieve, couldn't be gotten by playing it safe.” Aventurine stated. 

[“A risk taker… a gambler. Who is to say what else you would do if you are willing to go to such lengths?”] Obsidian questioned from her screen. 

“We cannot deny that regardless of the methods used, Aventurine's efforts closed the case for one of the IPC’s hardest projects.” Topaz chimed in. 

“Such rewards have also given the Strategic Investment Department the favor of a board member too.” Jade added. 

“In order to reach this point, Aventurine's death was a necessary part of the plan.” Aventurine stated. 

“Yet you also nearly sacrificed the sugilite and jade cornerstones as well.” Pearl reminded him. 

Opal sat up a bet straight in his chair pulling out a small black case. His fingers moved over the surface before speaking. “ The ‘what ifs’ and speculation of what might have been are irrelevant. What matters is the price we paid in order to get to this point.”

“Such reckless behavior,” Sugilite admonished. “Do we really want such a person to continue to represent us?” 

Pearl looked at the Avgin before speaking to him. “Anything else to say in your defense?” 

His heart was beating wildly against his chest. His fingernails digging into his palms that he knew he had pierced the skin. He had much to say, but it wouldn’t matter in the end. “Nothing.” The Avgin finally said. 

Pearl had heard enough from the others. All that was left was the final vote. “Sugilite, your recommendation?” 

The man was silent as he was asked for his vote. It was a personal question that he was struggling to consider. In the end, regardless of the outcome, he couldn’t risk Aventurine being promoted, so he settled on the best choice. “Punishment.” The older Stoneheart said. 

“Sapphire, what is your recommendation?” 

[“Punishment.”] The voice said from the monitor. 

“Topaz, your recommendation?” Pearl asked. 

“Mercy.”

“Jade?” 

“Mercy.” The woman murmured. 

Pearl lifted her head to Obsidian. “What is your recommendation?” 

The woman could only smile through the monitor. [“I will be answering for myself and Agate. They are… unavailable.”]

The Intellitron could only nod. 

[“Punishment, for both of us.”] Obsidian stated.

Pearl spoke again. “Amber has already reached out to me. She favors to remain neutral and has recommended mercy.” She looked at Aventurine then. “As far as me, I’ve always been one that favors a bit of justice in their life. I too, recommend mercy.” 

Opal laughed hearing the votes from the others “Four versus four… the natural order.” He looked down at the box he had carried and opened it. The soft, pastel glow from his cornerstone was noticeable as he examined the piece in his fingers. “We all band together to get what we want in the end. If that is the case…” His gaze turned to Aventurine with a smirk pulling at his lips. “Why not keep extracting from it?” 

The room had become still as Aventurine realized what that meant. 

“This is also Diamond’s recommendation that mercy be shown. We welcome you back in the ranks… Aventurine.” 

Once more the Avgin had stared death in the face, and Gaiathra had protected him. 

A/N: Oh boy… we are finally at the end of this story. As mentioned previously, there will be two endings that I'm planning. The first ending is the objectively 'bad' ending and will be the next chapter update. Please note, there will be major character death in chapter 15. The second ending (chapter 16) is the 'better' ending and have no character death. I suspect a lot more readers will prefer it, so please exercise caution and curate what you want to view. The reason why I'm saving ending 2 for last is because it requires a bit more set up and may take longer for me to write.

As an aside, I don't usually do alternate endings for my works. As this was my first work for HSR, I did want to thank those that have put up with my bullshit thus far and leave on a reasonably positive note, even if this is the last story you will read from me. I'll include a bit more about myself and what you can expect with me when I finish this story completely.

Also another problem that I have is that I know nothing about Sugilite. His whole personality is crafted from the 30 seconds I saw him in the Stoneheart's Oath Ring: Both Ends of the Scale trailer. I didn't have a lot to work with which makes me uncomfortable with doing the 'true' ending(s) for this story, (IE: Either Sugilite or Ratio dies by the other's hand). Those will be the best ending and worst ending respectively. So I can comfortably say, that isn't the endings that will happen if you were curious. That's the only freebee I will divulge.

If, and when more information about Sugilite's character comes out, if readers want me to do a third/forth ending when I have a better grasp of him, I will do so if requested. I also am open to other writers doing their own interpretation of this or any of my works too if you would prefer that too.

Also… just curious. Are my readers liking this story? I haven't gotten a lot of comments and feedback for the latter half so I was just wondering is all. Writer's anxiety and all.

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A/N: So sorry this took a while to update! I was so busy IRL. I've decided to split up Ending 1, because it was getting a bit longer than I expected it to be. I’m about 70% done so the second half shouldn’t take too long to see the following update. I might have to do this for Ending 2 as well, but that’s still in the planning stages and will keep everyone updated and adjust accordingly.

As a reminder, Ending 1 has Major Character Death. If you aren't interested in this ending/don't like it, please stay tuned for the second ending for the story. It has a completely different outcome and there is no character death… Technically. 

When the elevator door had closed and Ratio was forced to part with Aventurine, there was an uneasiness that settled in his stomach. Though he was sure that Jade wouldn't allow anything to happen to such an outstanding member, the same could not be said of the other Stonehearts. Sugilite would no doubt be against Aventurine, but he had no idea how the other felt about him. In all, as he sat down in his office going over paperwork and email correspondence from his colleagues, he kept looking at his phone hoping that he would hear something. Jade had sent him an email that she needed to see him at 11:00am, so hopefully he could ask her what was going on if he hadn't heard from his lover. It was an agonizing wait. After an hour and a half, his phone got a message from Aventurine. It was just a simple one, but it had Ratio sighing in relief. 

[I'm safe.]

The doctor quickly wrote back. [I'm glad. I have a bit of work to catch up on, but I'll see you later.]

[Same, thanks doc.]

It appeared that everything was working out after all. With his mind put at ease, Ratio resumed his work until it was time to meet Jade. The IPC robot that had been stationed there was gone. As the doctor went to her office, he had noted that the light in Aventurine's was still off. A pity, he was hoping that he could see him, but the Stonehearts were always busy people. Knocking on Jade's door, he was allowed inside. 

The woman was sitting at her desk. In front of her was a manila folder she was reading through. She didn't take her gaze away from what had caught her attention before she spoke to him. “Good timing Doctor, I trust that your… unexpected vacation has been a fruitful one?” 

Right, he had nearly forgotten that he and Aventurine had been on the IPC's time. “It has, after observing Aventurine after his visit with one of the Doctors of Chaos, the methods used have drastically improved his mental health.” 

“I'm glad to hear that.” The woman said. “In that case, I'm sure that you will understand that I have another pressing job for you to complete.” She neatly packed the manila folder before sliding it to the doctor. “I'm sure you are aware that Aventurine has been pardoned.” 

Hearing that had Ratio nod. “He… has mentioned it to me.” 

Even if Jade wasn't wise to the relationship the two shared, it was plainly obvious that the doctor cared about the boy. “Then I need you to resume your duties. I'm sure you understand, that time is money.”  

Well, she did have a point. Ratio opened the folder, seeing a briefing for his next assignment. The place didn't really concern him, but the time did. “You wish me to leave this afternoon?” 

“Yes… it seems that this particular client has a host of issues that need to be sorted.”  

Ratio could only imagine the headache that he was going to get. Still, he sighed before standing up. “If that is the case, I need to prepare to leave.” 

“The credits for this assignment have been sent to your account. I look forward to hearing good things from you.” 

It should have been a victory worth celebrating, but Aventurine could still feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. His life had been spared, but it was only a means to an end. There would be no doubt that he would have to take bigger gambles and put everything on the line again. In the end, he would just take everything in stride like he always did. Giving a bow to the Stonehearts, he excused himself walking back to his office. Reaching for his phone he made a quick message to Ratio, sure that his lover was worried about him. When he got a response, all he could think of was just going back to the apartment and curling back into bed. He wanted to… but there was still work to be done. He was sure that Jade would be sending him off soon, and that meant he needed to get his paperwork done. Going to the Doctors of Chaos had put him behind, and he didn't need that piling up on him. 

A new message suddenly popped up on his screen as he was answering emails. It was from Grace, one of the subordinates that worked under him. [Mr. Aventurine, could I bother you for a moment of time in the White VIP lounge? There is someone that wanted to meet you before they leave.]

“What does she need help with now?” It wasn't like the girl to reach out to him like that. Still, meeting with another client or investor… As much as he wanted to turn down the offer, it would probably bite him in the ass later if he didn't entertain seeing them. Pushing himself away from his desk he made his way down to the VIP area. There were several areas for clientele to meet the Stonehearts and other senior managers. The White Room was one that typically didn't get a lot of traffic. It was configured in a simplistic way. Two couches facing each other, a table, a drink caddy and a basket of snacks. That someone wanted to meet in the room was a surprise, but perhaps it was requested for some odd reason. When he opened the door, he expected to see Grace and the client, instead what he saw was two IPC robots and a note on the table. He glanced at the robots. Weren’t those the ones that were on the Stoneheart floor from earlier? It was hard to say since all of them looked alike. They didn't say a word to him either which was just odd. Despite his misgivings, he walked into the room to grab the letter on the table. The parchment was of superior quality as he ran his fingers over it. On the note itself, there was a single message written in the middle of the page. 

I've got you.   

Aventurine stared at the letters completely confused. The two robots’ eyes glowed. One of them shut the door with its arm while the other walked closer to Aventurine before its body case released several canisters. The moment that they hit the floor, a gas started to leak from each end. 

“What are you doing?” The Avgin finally asked, backing away as the fumes started to release in the room. The heavy presence in the air had him gagging. While it didn't have a bad odor, he knew that something was wrong. He was getting lightheaded, the vapors burning his airways so he was gagging on whatever was in those canisters and taking more of it into his system. Aventurine bolted to the door, the robot guarding it, blocked his path. “Get out of my way!” He hissed at the thing. The robot's body reacted, but not in the way that he wanted. The body case opened up in several places releasing more of the canisters. The fog in the room was unbearable. He was coughing as the effects of the gas got worse. He didn't know when his body had collapsed on the floor, didn't realize how he was suddenly tired. The last thing that Aventurine saw was the ominous red light from the robot as it stood over him as he blacked out. 

When the trial ended, Sugilite knew that this was his all or nothing gamble. Being reinstated by the skin of his teeth… truly the Avgin did have luck on his side. However a hunter of his nature wasn't perturbed. It was why he had to make his move today. One way or another, Aventurine of Stratagems would disappear under the IPCs nose. The timing couldn’t have been better. The cornerstone would need to be repaired so he wouldn’t have to worry about the Avgin using that power, and Ratio… he knew that the man would be weighed down by work. 

Sugilite made his way to the security room. Though Pier Point was large, the surveillance of the area was just as sophisticated. He took out a keycard to get into the normally secured area. A gift from Obsidian after she had mutilated him for the night. When he entered, he couldn’t help but notice monitors were plastered from wall to wall. In the center, there were cubicles using the extra space to set up more surveillance stations. Thankfully for him, this was a place that was manned by the security robots rather than people. Each one of them didn’t even pay them any mind as he glanced at the monitors. Sugilite couldn’t help but be impressed by how secure the place was. He eyed each monitor looking for the camera that he needed to view. The different client guest rooms were made with comfort and care. The White Room as they called it, was one of smaller general lounges to discuss business. 

He halted when he saw the monitor that he was looking for. The robots that he had reprogrammed should have been doing their commands. And if that was the case… Aventurine should have been shoved into the chest carapace carrying his precious cargo to a waiting van so his staff could deal with his pet. To imagine all it took was bribing one of the security technicians how to override the controls of the robots as well as get into the boot system where the videos were stored. He’d turn them into scrap metal to make sure no one could possibly see the odd modifications that Sugilite had done. Two robots would disappear, but they were easily replaced. 

As he looked at the surveillance for the White Room, the second thing that he needed to get rid of was here. The Stoneheart had already mapped out the direction that Aventurine would have followed from his office to the White Room. He knew the cameras that were watching over those areas. He pulled out a USB drive. On it, were the recordings of those same places taken weeks before, but transposed with today's date. Breaking into the system on each camera monitor, he went through the painstaking process of deleting and reuploading the video footage for the last 2 hours. There was a slight discrepancy of the camera going offline for a seconds between those critical hours, but to the untrained eye, it was likely anyone that reviewed the footage would assume it was a software glitch. The same thing was done to Sugilite going towards the security room to erase his tracks and finally, he erased the memory of each of the security robots for the last four hours. It was painstaking work, but for what he was doing, he had to make sure there would be no loose ends that would come back to him. When he was done, the older man left, going back to his office. Once he was settled he called his bodyguards that had been on standby. [“Take my package to his new room. I'll be home later.”]

There wasn't a lot of time to really plan anything. Ratio's new project was taking him to the  [...] star system on planet [...]. For once, he wasn't building anything, but providing his knowledge and expertise in the biogenetic field to make sure that certain ecosystems could flourish to maximize profits for those natural resources being extracted. It would likely take a while to address given the circumstances. Rebuilding a biome tended to do that. As soon as he snapped his suitcase shut, he heard the sad mewls from the cat cakes. Ratio smiled, showering them in affection and soothing words. “I'll be back as soon as I can little ones.” Given that he and Aventurine would be busy, he had asked their pet sitter to tend to them while they were away. When Aventurine came back, and he suspected that it would be sooner than him, his lover would cancel the service. [I'll be gone for a while, please take care of yourself until I get back.]

It wasn't long before Ratio found himself in a taxi going to the shuttle station. Jade had clearly planned this given she had booked him a first class seat. As he settled in watching Pier Point become a speck from his window, a thought occurred to him. The doctor looked at his phone and realized that Aventurine had never answered him. Not like him to be unresponsive. “I suppose he must be busy.” Deciding not to bother his lover he settled in, hoping the trip to his destination would be uneventful. 

When Aventurine regained consciousness he knew that something was wrong. As much as he blinked and tried to get some semblance of where he was, everything was just a blurry shape of colors. His body felt as though they were being weighed down. He tried to move, only succeeding with tiring himself out. After a while, things started to come into focus. 

He was on a bed, the white silk linen was thin, but of good quality. From the way he was laying down, he was in some sort of room. Like the bed, the walls were white as well, completely barren of personal picture frames or wall decorations. He knew immediately it wasn't his apartment, which didn't make sense. Just what had happened? After a few failed attempts, Aventurine managed to pull himself up to a sitting position. When he looked at himself, he realized why it felt so cold, he was completely naked. 

“No…”

‘You know who's done this.’ A voice whispered back at him. 

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as the boy painted out his plight. Aventurine's gaze moved throughout the room. Though it was a perfect square, cameras were mounted on the ceiling observing each corner of the room. There were no windows he could see, but there were vents visible along with a speaker in the middle of the ceiling. There would be nowhere he could be without someone monitoring him. 

‘It's your prison.’

The Avgin couldn't help but sob as he looked at the right side. A tiny shower was fitted near the middle of the room, the plexiglass used as the barrier to keep the water from spraying everywhere. A sponge and a thin bar of soap to encourage hygiene but no more personal touches to it, just a station to make himself presentable. A toilet with a small hand sink was off to the side, likely connected near the shower for practical purposes with the construction of this room. It didn't have a lid, just the commode to do his business with a single roll of tissue sat on the floor.

Beyond those simple necessities, on each corner of the room were small steel tables. On them, a purple crystal floated behind a protective glass case. Each one, emitting a soft glow that bothered Aventurine. He still felt weak. On the opposite side where the makeshift bathroom was, he saw a steel door. Likely the only way out of this room. 

‘He caught you.’

Aventurine was trying, and failing, to keep from panicking. He pushed himself off the bed going to the door. It was heavy, it was secure with five locks, and it was made with intent behind it. He summoned his dice to try to break down the door. The moment that they were summoned, he noticed that the glow from the crystals reacted to it. Lightning shot out from them and Aventurine screamed as pain wracked through his body. He collapsed on the floor feeling his muscles spasming from the sudden jolt. Just as sudden as the lightning had come, the crystals stopped reacting. The Avgin stayed huddled on the floor in a fetal position, unable to keep himself from sobbing. 

‘He’s not going to let you go.’ 

No…. not when he went through so much trouble to do this. Aventurine tried to summon his dice again and was met with the same horrible lightning sensation lashing out at him. He understood… it was a safety measure to keep him from trying to use his powers. After what seemed like an hour the Avgin pulled himself away from the door sitting back on the bed. It was the only furniture that he could bring himself to lay on. A small comfort, but only for a moment. Aventurine knew who likely had put him here and he could only stare at the cameras knowing the owner would eventually come. 

It had been hard to focus on his work, but Sugilite knew that he had to wait. Jade seemed to have gotten over her ire for the Penacony ordeal and was being more lax with ordering him on several missions. Still, for this to work, he needed to be mindful to not be too out of character else it would draw eyes on him. So, he processed records, did his debriefings, and prepared for his next destination. The sun was setting by the time that he had finished his work and was picked up by his chauffeur. 

There was a bag waiting for him in the backset. Aventurine's clothes and personal items that had been seized after his capture. He shuffled through everything. The clothing was of little concern, but his phone was. He held it in his hands seeing a message holding on the screen. 

It was Ratio. So… it seemed that the good doctor would be gone for a while. It was perfect timing, as he was always the factor that was hard to predict. Sugilite studied the way that he and the doctor conversed. Little doubt that they were seeing each other, it disgusted him. Sugilite stared at the holding message before making a reply. 

[Sorry, things got a bit crazy. I'm going away for a few days too. See you soon.] 

A few moments later he got a reply. [Take care, Gambler.]

“Humph.” Sugilite grumbled. He looked through Aventurine's phone until he arrived back at his manor. His butler opened the car door before bowing to him. Grabbing the bag that had Aventurine's belongings, he held it out to the man. “Incinerate this." He ordered the man, glad that he decided to invest in a cremator when he started bringing bodies back home. "Burn everything until only cinders remain. Anything that survives, bag it, and drop it off downtown in a sewer drain.” 

“At your command, sir.” 

Sugilite still had Aventurine's phone. He would have to get rid of this… but perhaps he could use this to fuck with Ratio. Grinning, he walked inside his manor. One of his bodyguards was in the main foyer glancing at his phone. “My lord.” He greeted the man. 

“How is my pet doing?” 

“He's fine for the moment. He woke up an hour ago and seemed to have tried to break dow the door.” 

Given the wording, it appears that the precautions that the Stoneheart taken was well worth the investment. “I do not wish to be disturbed for the next 2 hours.” 

“Understood.” The man gave a sweeping bow as Sugilite went down to see Aventurine. 

Aventurine's ‘cell’ had been made with intention. Repurposing one of the rooms at the ground level, the boy's room was behind a very elaborate bookshelf that needed a code to get through it. Only Sugilite and his servants would even be aware of it. He had made it just for the boy when Sugilite realized that he'd have to kidnap the Avgin. Besides being behind a sturdy steel door, the room was comprised of sound proof tiles, an alarm system, and of course security that gave the boy no chance at privacy. Sugilite entered the password to the door and when he entered, he came face to face with Aventurine. The boy's dismay plainly showed and that only had him grinning. “We meet again, my pet.” 

“Sugilite.” He knew this - all of this - had to be the older man's doing. 

“You don't seem surprised. But I am sure a lovely bird like you had to know, your days were numbered." 

“Was trying to kill me not enough for you?!” The Avgin shouted at him. “You voted me out of the Stonehearts… it would have sent me to the gallows.”

“Anything would have been better than seeing you roaming free.”

The man's audacity was astonishing. “You… you just cannot let it go. I'm not yours Sugilite!”

“I told you a long time ago I have always been waiting for you to slip up. You might be hailed as the Stoneheart that solved Penacony, but at the end of the day, even Diamond will have no issue replacing your seat when he cannot find you.”

That confirmation was all Aventurine needed. It's what he feared the most. This place, sparsely decorated as it was, had purpose. No windows, crystals designed to suppress his power, the cameras, and the heavy reinforced door. “Ever since that arena fight… you just can't accept it."

“That's right Avgin. You are my slave, now and forever.”

Fear danced in Aventurine's eyes as the boy put the pieces together. That was enough to cause him to panic as Sugilite started to walk towards him. "No…" Unconsciously, he reached out to use his power. The moment he tried to call his shields the dark purple crystals glowed. Bolts of electricity shot out from the shards causing him to scream. He doubled over in pain, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. This couldn't be happening.

“I’ve always thought it was a bit humorous that your element was imaginary. I suppose that it was natural for a slave to want to be something that they are not.” He glanced at the crystals in the room. “Did you know something else ironic? Quantum is the natural opposite of imaginary and as you’ve seen for yourself, it doesn’t take kindly to having imaginary invade its space. The ubiquitous tree of life caught in the clutches of the tide of the quantum river. That's what you and I are Avgin. Rather poetic don’t you think?” 

That’s why Aventurine got a strange sensation from them. Those crystals were draining his energy. “This is hardly a tool of the trade, even for the Stonehearts.” 

“No, it’s not.” Sugilite stated sitting down on the edge of the bed. “But all it took was convincing an Intelligentsia member to invent something that would outshine your dear Ratio. Throw a bit of credits at them and they delivered what I needed.” Sugilite's expression was calm as spoke again. His prized possession, finally back where he belonged. "It's not the first time I've had to spend money on you. I've bleed for you too Avgin… subjected myself to humiliation that someone like me should be only inflicting, not have it being inflicted on." His mouth pressed together as he grabbed Aventurine by his ankle pulling the boy closer to him. "But I endured… All for you. Because I knew one day, you would come back to me. And I would take great pleasure in clipping the wings of my beloved bird, once and for all."

"No!" Aventurine shouted. His body was dragged closer to his tormentor. He didn't want this! He didn't deserve this! Again he tried to call upon the imaginary power he was gifted with, only to be shocked once again.

Sugilite took great pleasure watching the Avgin try to resist. The crystals were a great investment. The Stoneheart flipped the Avgin on his back, meeting the boy's eyes. All that training he had done… and Aventurine was just as feral as the first time they met each other. "I won't fault you for everything, but you still need to be punished. You took advantage of my generosity and went to Veritas despite my warnings." His eyes glowed just saying the doctor's name. "He's tainted you, touched you in ways that were reserved to me alone. I should make you watch as I skin him alive, break each of his ribs while he is still breathing, take his heart in my hand and crush it… Make you eat every part of him."

The Avgin was horrified at how Sugilite was speaking. Although the man didn't have any clear weapon in his hand, he could only imagine what the older man would do if he was armed. "Please… I - I didn't mean it." He sounded pathetic, but he knew this room was his new home and perhaps his tomb. There was no way Sugilite planned to release him, and that thought alone shook him to his core. "Sugilite… Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I will just-"

"-Hold your tongue slave." The older man snarled through his teeth. "You will address me by my proper title."

Title he said. It wasn't hard for Aventurine to guess just what he meant. That word had been beaten into him every time Sugilite forced him to submit.

The silence persisted between them. It was clear the boy had no intention of humoring Sugilite. His defiance was annoying, but he could only lean down, bearing his gaze to the Avgin’s. "I see I will have to tear you down piece by piece and mold you into the slave you once were." If anything, this just showed how much Ratio had poisoned his dear slave. He always knew that doctor was a bad influence, but he had already thought of the perfect way to get back at his rival. "I thought I'd be disappointed… but no. I want to break you once again."

Aventurine's stomach twisted hearing those words. "You are insane…" He whispered.

"But you make me feel this way, Avgin. You've always been mine, I've told you that before."

"I feel nothing to you, you're sick. A freak that can't understand I don't want anyone else besides him."

"Veritas…" Sugilite rumbled. "Such an annoyance that doctor is." Then that thought flickered in the back of his head. "But we do not need to concern ourselves with that, his days are numbered. He has to be punished too. In fact… it will be poetic that you will ultimately kill your dear doctor."

The Stoneheart's words were audacious. "I will never kill him." The Avgin spat back. "I don't care what you do to me!"

"Ah, but we have time, you and I…" Sugilite knew if Aventurine could be conditioned in that way, he would always have him. "But we speak of the future. Let's take care of the here and now, Avgin."

Aventurine's blood ran cold as he stared back at Sugilite. He hadn't noticed when the older man had taken his hand away from his ankle. The Stoneheart was removing his clothing, although he knew what was about to happen, he couldn't help but feel fear. Ratio… all he could think about was his lover. Unconsciously he suppressed the urge to use his imaginary powers before crawling away to the opposite end on the bed. There was nowhere to go within the room, but the Avgin couldn't accept this, couldn't be complacent. He was halfway off the bed before Sugilite's hands grabbed his ankle again. Aventurine swallowed a soft sob in the back of his throat being flipped on his back. "Please… just stop Sugilite!” 

Sugilite was chuckling as he pulled the boy back. This time the Stoneheart balanced himself on his knees looking down at his prey. "What's wrong Avgin? Don't you remember the wonderful times we had together?"

There were never any wonderful times, not with him. Aventurine felt the pricking energy of the suppressor threatening to shock him at his next retaliation attempt. He couldn't control himself feeling his legs being yanked apart. The Avgin screamed, feeling the sharp pain travel throughout his body. 

Sugilite was aching, he grabbed Aventurine by the waist letting his cock keep pressing against him. He might have had to have sex with Obsidian when she requested it, but no male lover ever had compared to the Avgin so he never bothered trying to find a replacement. Unable to take it anymore, the older man pushed himself inside of the waiting body.  

Aventurine inhaled sharply at the sensation. There was nothing that he could do, but it felt as though somehow he had failed Ratio. Feeling Sugilite thrusting inside of him he could only look away turning his gaze to the wall. He didn't need a crystal ball to know the older man was smug. His moans as he took what he wanted from the Avgin were like nails scraping against a chalkboard. “Please…” The boy sobbed. He couldn't even form a cohesive thought to express what he wanted. The word just kept repeating itself, feeling the sounds of their flesh slamming against each other. If Aventurine couldn't fight, he just had to let the man take what he wanted. He could only pray that Sugilite would leave him after he was used. 

“Enjoy yourself Avgin.” Sugilite murmured. “Just like old times.” 

He couldn't. Even feeling the older man bumping against his prostate, everything about this intimate moment brought back memories of humiliation and dread. He had thought he could be saved from these feelings when he was with Ratio. Willingly having sex with his lover was a big step, but all that had been cast into the void as Aventurine listened to Sugilite grunting above him. He was reminded why he hated sex, reminded of how compromised his body was. The Avgin was writhing, feeling heat pooling into his loins. He didn’t want this and yet… his body kept responding. Aventurine felt Sugilite's hands digging into his side, getting a better grip. 

How long did he have to endure? 

Aventurine lost count how many times Sugilite had coupled with him, rested, and then went back to assaulting him further. By the time it did stop, Aventurine had curled himself at the edge of the bed keeping his eyes fixed on anywhere else but his tormentor. He was dirty, covered in sweat and come, but he couldn’t make himself move. 

Sugilite was content as he watched the boy. He hadn’t realized how much he would have missed having sex with the Avgin, but his patience had been well worth it. The hardest part in getting Aventurine was behind him, but there still was the matter of breaking him properly. Sugilite knew the boy was receptive to training, but he wouldn’t be as kind as he had been before. He couldn’t afford to make any mistakes now. Picking up his clothing, Sugilite left the room to make arrangements for the next few days.

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter Text

Time was something that Sugilite knew he could use to his advantage. Aventurine would lose all track of it with the room. There was no clock, there was no window, just four walls and artificial lights that he could control at a whim. Eventually there would be a point in time where Aventurine could have nice things, but not during his training. He had to earn his rewards. Walking down to the kitchen, his two chefs were preparing dinner.  A twelve course meal was his standard but now he’d have to make meals for two now. “I have a task for you.” He told the men reaching in his pocket to pull out a familiar powdered substance. 

After dinner, Sugilite went back to Aventurine's room with two of his servants in tow. He told them to wait for his command as he unlocked the door and entered the room. Though it had been hours, the Avgin hadn't moved from the spot he was in after they had parted. Aventurine's gaze moved to him, unable to keep the anger and humiliation off his face. The older man ignored the look, coming closer to the bed. He heard the Avgin make a soft sound in the back of his throat as the older man reached for him. Sugilite wasn't sympathetic, forcing him to his feet and dragging him to the shower. Sugilite shoved him in the tiny stall, watching him drop to his knees against the plexiglass. “After I’m done with you, you are to take a shower and clean yourself.”

Aventurine glared, refusing to make a motion to reach for the faucet. “Go fuck yourself.” 

Sugilite couldn’t help but grin. “We’ll get to that in time. Such an untamed beast you are. I’ve always loved a challenge. Avgin… you will find that your life will become much more rewarding if you learn to obey me.” He already knew Aventurine would be difficult. Going back to the door, he opened it, murmuring a command to the servants. Both of the men went to Aventurine. 

Just by their expressions, the boy knew he was already in for more torment. Hands like iron wrapped around his arm. Panicking again, he tried to use his powers only for the crystals to remind him what happened if he dared tried to defend himself. Slumped against the glass, the other servant pulled him up, marching him to the shower head. The water that hit Aventurine was ice cold as most of the evidence from his early assault was washed away. The other servant went to work scrubbing him down, from head to foot, each area was methodically cleaned before he was shoved back into the shower head and rinsed clean. By the time Aventurine was allowed to come out of the stall, the two servants had disappeared out of the room for a few minutes before coming back with a few pieces of furniture. A plush chair with a matching round table was set near the steel door. 

Sugilite came in a few moments later taking a seat. A food cart dolly was wheeled in with two covered dishes and a bottle of water. Sugilite placed the items on the table before he smiled at Aventurine. “All of the energy you used earlier, you must be hungry Avgin.” 

The reminder actually had Aventurine look down at his stomach. When was the last time he had eaten? At Pier Point, but there was no telling how long ago that was. He could smell the food even before Sugilite had taken the lids away letting the aroma seep into the room. 

“My chefs are the best the cosmos has to offer. They make me my food with only the freshest of ingredients.” Sugilite explained taking a fork and stabbing it into one of the meatballs. “We can't have your health deteriorating, so come, let me feed you.”

Aventurine didn't make an attempt to move closer, despite the growing hunger pangs in his stomach. He didn't want anything from the older man. He didn't trust him. 

Sugilite sighed, glancing at the door. “If you refuse, I will have my servants hold you down while I force feed you. Might even pull out a jaw clamp if you insist on being difficult, Avgin.”

He still didn't move from his spot even with the threat. He watched Sugilite put down the fork and reached for the phone to presumably call those two men. “-Wait.”

Sugilite eyed him carefully. Though force would be needed for certain aspects of his slave’s training, getting Aventurine to participate was always a welcome outcome. “Come here Avgin, on your hands and knees by my side.”

‘Just like a dog.’ The depreciation of his status wasn't lost on the boy. If he wanted to find a way out of here though, he had to keep his strength up. Hating himself, he crawled on his hands and knees to Sugilite sitting at the man's lap. 

Sugilite said nothing as he reached for the fork, bringing the meatball to the Avgin's mouth. “Keep your hands on the floor. If you want food, you will wait until I offer it to you.”

By now Aventurine's mouth was watering, staring at the piece of food offered. The instructions weren't lost on him. It was likely Sugilite wouldn't let him have any type of autonomy. Eating out of the palm of his abuser's hand. It had his face reddened feeling the added humiliation. The fork came closer to the boy's mouth as the Stoneheart spoke. 

“You may eat, Avgin.”

That was all that Aventurine needed to be told before he opened his mouth eating the piece of food offered. Despite how humiliated he felt, he could taste the complex flavors and textures the chefs had utilized to make the meal. Coupled that with his exhaustion and stress, he could only eat the food being offered, one bite at a time. Sugilite fed him the meatballs and a vegetable medley salad before offering a drink. Like the food, he wasn’t even permitted to hold it as the straw cup was brought to his lips before being permitted to drink from it. By the time that Aventurine had finished eating, he could tell something was wrong. His head felt funny, as if he was floating on clouds. He brought a hand up massaging his temple so that the feeling might go away. It didn’t. 

The Avgin knew he had felt this way before. His vision started to blur as he collapsed on his side unable to control his body. “You…” He whispered. “What did you do to me?”  

Sugilite watched the drug work through the boy’s system. “Just something to keep you calm.” Thankfully it was still as potent as he remembered. Getting off of his chair, he scooped Aventurine in his arms carrying him to the bed. The older man was gentle, running his fingers down the boy’s chest. “Good boy.”

The praise had Aventurine want to shy away from the Stoneheart. He could feel those foreign hands over his body. Not again… He shook his head trying to keep his wits about him. His vision was a blurry mess of colors. Trying to focus on something tangible, the Avgin stared at Sugilite's face. What he saw though made his heart sink. Ratio's facade stared back at him. Even seeing his lover's face had Aventurine lose it. “Stop it!” He cried out, trying to squirm out of Sugilite's grip. A hand easily pressed him into the mattress stopping his movements. 

“Like what you see, Avgin?” A familiar voice spoke to him. 

It even sounded like Ratio, but Aventurine knew better. Those hands reaching between his legs, deliberate and methodical were not his lover's. Still, he responded as he always did. His breath became shallow, his heartbeat raced. He cried but no one was there to tell him it would be alright. Always having this man's attention, yet forever alone. The being moving on top of him had no expression of warmth in his eyes. And yet the last words said by Ratio were seared into his mind:

“Survive, Kakavasha.”

It sounded so simple, but his lover was asking too much of him. He supposed that had always been the case when he had been born into this world. It hurt, why did it always hurt him most of all? Aventurine arched his back feeling a hand stroke him. He couldn't escape, couldn’t defend himself, so what else was he supposed to do? A moan bubbled in the back of his throat as “Ratio” toyed with him. He was thankful for the drugs in a small way. Hearing the sounds of clothing being shuffled, he could only close his eyes praying that he would pass out.

He got his wish. 

Obsidian was enjoying a late night book hearing a knock at her door. "Come." She spoke expecting to see one of her servants. Instead, it was her partner in crime. She arched a brow watching Sugilite close the door and join her on the bed. In his hand was a small boxed cooler. Turning her attention to the man she spoke. "It's not time for us to meet yet, or did you just have a craving to taste my whip?"

Despite her comment Sugilite crawled closer to her, placing his lips over her own. The woman responded eagerly holding the man's head and deepening the kiss. He didn't fight her, something that woman noticed as she guided his body on the mattress. She forced him on his back, straddling his hips and grinded against him. The friction was enough to cause him to gasp and he turned his head away to break their heated kiss.

Obsidian didn't seem to mind letting Sugilite catch his breath. Instead her hands went to the cooler. Two blood bags stared back at her. She took one in her hands before unscrewing the cap and sampling it. The taste was one she recognized instantly despite it being so long since she sampled it. "Sweet, crisp, bold… I can taste the adrenaline in your prey." But the signature notes of the blood was enough. Coupled with Aventurine being missing for the past two weeks, it seemed her partner finally made his move. "Is this a peace offering Suggy?"

"No… I need your help." He murmured.

That seemed to surprise the woman. "I assume you have built a strong cage for your precious bird this time? I don't have to tell you what will happen if Jade gets wind of your schemes."

Sugilite already knew he'd be done for. Besides being stripped as a Stoneheart, he'd have to deal with whatever punishment Jade and Diamond had for him. "That won't happen… not this time."

Giving a dramatic sigh, Obsidian started to unbutton the man's shirt as she spoke. "What do you need me to do?"

He reached in his pocket pulling out Aventurine’s phone. “I need you to contact Agate… I need their expertise.” 

Much as he feared, Ratio found himself involved in a flurry of activities since he had gotten to his destination. There were four biomes, each sourced with raw material that needed to be addressed. Thankfully for him, it seemed that the staff he had been assigned with weren’t arrogant like those in the Genius Society. They looked up to him as they voiced their concerns about the fragile ecosystems. A combination of bad planning, invasive species, and a few viral outbreaks had disrupted the natural order. 

Each problem presented its own challenges, but for Ratio, it wasn’t impossible. From dawn until dusk, he worked with the engineers and scientists. They shared knowledge and provided insight into several life and thought processes. Times like these were why he was convinced that giving the ignorant knowledge was the best solution. 

For all those days worked though, a part of him had missed Aventurine. The two of them had always communicated since they were doing starkly different jobs. This time though… he glanced at his phone. His lover had been responsive, but seemed that work was preoccupying his time. The texts were still playful, but he also admitted to being busy with the different things that Jade and Diamond were pressing on him. 

The texts became more infrequent, sometimes there would be days between responses when the boy used to pester him everyday. [I hope you aren’t working yourself too hard, Gambler.] The doctor texted. It was a few hours later when he got a response back. 

[Just the usual. Nothing to worry about doc.]

[I’ll be home as soon as I can. Tell the little ones I miss them.]

[I will. I play with them as much as I can while you are away.]

That was a relief to Ratio. The cat cakes had abandonment issues as it was so it was always nice when Aventurine showered them with affection. [Take care of yourself, Gambler.] 

By the time that the fourth week rolled around, it seemed that his expertise had put his team in better spirits. After going over a lengthy proposal and hammering the details of a recovery plan, the doctor felt confident that the team could implement his suggestions on their own. It was exhausting work, but Ratio didn’t have any regrets. Packing up his belongings, he made his way back home. 

[“Avgin… I am your master. You will obey me for the rest of your life”.]

Aventurine slowly opened his eyes hearing Sugilite's voice. The lights in the room were dimmed mimicking night. He didn't know how long he had passed out, but there was soreness in his lower body. Dried come staining his legs and the silk sheets. He didn't know when Sugilite had parted, and he couldn't bring himself to care. 

[“Avgin… I am your master. You will obey me for the rest of your life”.]

Aventurine's gaze pulled to the ceiling. Although shrouded in the dim light, he could tell the voice was coming from the speaker in the middle of the room. 

[“Avgin… I am your master. You will obey me for the rest of your life”.]

It took the boy a moment to realize it was a recording. Put on a timer to loop in increments. 

[“Avgin… I am your master. You will obey me for the rest of your life”.]

“Shut up.” He whispered trying to cover up his ears, still Sugilite's words reverberated on the walls. The assaults didn't seem to be enough, kidnapping didn't seem to be enough. Aventurine was convinced that the older man was trying to drive him insane. Sugilite's voice was grating, but the recording kept playing. Sometimes it would stop, and then resume in rapid sections. The fact that it didn't seem to be a set pattern only had his anxiety fraying. 

Without meaning to, he tried to call on his dice to crush the speaker and was greeted by another shock from the quantum crystals. Aventurine doubled over in pain from the shock. The recording didn't stop. He was kept up for it seemed like hours until it finally stopped. The lights had dimmed again until only the faint glow from the crystals were left. Exhausted, the Avgin finally closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. 

The lights were off by the time that Ratio made it back to the shared apartment. The cat cakes immediately crowded around him, happy to see a familiar face. 

“Daddy gone so long.”

“Miss so much!” 

“So lonely.” 

They seemed a bit distressed. Aventurine had hinted that he had been busy, but he assumed that his lover still dropped by to check on the cat cakes. He had told him he had breaks and was just finishing them. “Has… Aventurine been home to see you, little ones.” 

They all cried in unison, “No… all alone.” 

Something was wrong. He dialled Aventurine’s number to see if the boy would pick up. It went straight to voicemail. He dialled again, and again getting the same result. On the last call he left a message. “Kakavasha, call me back when you get this.” 

After looking throughout the home, the doctor could tell that no one had been around. Dust was left around, and nothing looked changed from when he left a month ago. He patiently waited for his lover to answer him, but nothing came. 

Concerned he sent out a text. [Where are you?]

He waited, and still nothing. Ratio didn’t bother unpacking his bags as he waited for a response from Aventurine. He called the pet sitter, asking if she had seen Aventurine. When she said no one had ever stopped her to stop looking after the cat cakes he knew something was very, very wrong. 

In desperation he called the only other person he knew, Jade. Though it was late, and well out of protocol the doctor couldn’t help himself. 

After a few rings the woman picked up. [“Dr. Ratio, it isn’t like you to call me outside of business hours.”] She sounded annoyed, but also almost expectantly to hear from him. 

“Have you had contact with Aventurine by chance?” 

Hearing the name only made the woman sigh. [“No I have not. I was going to discuss this matter with you when you returned.”]

That only brought more confusion. “He texted me a few days ago saying that he was busy with business matters.” 

[“Interesting.”] She paused. [“We’ve been trying to pinpoint his phone for some time.”]

“Why would that be necessary?” 

[“Aventurine has seemed to have disappeared about a month ago.”]

The news made Ratio’s heart skip a beat at the news. Suddenly the odd way that Aventurine had been speaking to him intermittently had darker implications. There was no way his lover would have just disappeared like that. “...Tell me everything.” 

A feral animal scared and confused,would lash out because it didn't understand why it was imprisoned in a foreign environment. Trying to tame such a creature would take time. Sugilite stared at Aventurine's sleeping form from his phone. He was beautiful, even after sampling the boy after all this time, there was no doubt the Avgin belonged with him. In time, that resistance would waiver, Aventurine would accept his place, and eventually Sugilite would be able to use the boy as he saw fit. 

The older Stoneheart looked out of the shuttle window. He had been called to fulfill another mission. To keep up appearances, he had made sure to do each task the same as ever. A true balancing act to not raise suspicion from Jade or Opal. So far, the investigation into Aventurine's disappearance had yielded nothing of true substance. He was thankful that Agate had agreed to this. Out of all of the Stonehearts, their secluded nature and counter-surveillance operations would buy him some time. On paper, it was as if the boy had abandoned his duties leaving his repaired cornerstone in the hands of Opal. 

That was part of the mystery and a boon for Sugilite, for who was Aventurine without the power of such a precious stone? A nobody. He had eternal debt to the IPC, something that would put him on the wanted poster next to other criminals, but as Sugilite had suspected, Diamond and the entire Strategic Investment Department moved on. The cornerstone wouldn’t be claimed until someone of worth came around. There was little choice as the IPC continued to grow in the cosmos. In the end, a cog in the machine would be filled and just like with the previous Aventurine, the Avgin's story would be one of mystery. Sugilite sent a message to his servants to care for his pet while he was away. For now, there was work to be done. 

The circumstances of Aventurine’s disappearance were strange. The last time that anyone had seen him was after his trial. It was days later when Jade didn’t hear from him that she asked the IPC to look into the matter. His bank accounts and other assets had been untouched, but strangely his phone continued to give off signals. It bounced between planets every few days. The IT team tried to track the device, but never stayed still. Every time that the IPC would go to investigate, they would always be hours behind where the signal had been located. It was always in random places; abandoned buildings, farms, restaurants, even a few crowded areas.  Everyone that was questioned never reported seeing Aventurine.

The only viable link was an email that was sent from Grace that was found on his computer. When questioned, she denied ever sending the message and insisted that she was doing other tasks at the time. Further investigation proved her alibi had merit when they reviewed the cameras.  Whoever had sent it, had broken into the internal email system and used an invalid email to spoof hers. It was a sophisticated method that made Ratio believe that Aventurine’s disappearance was premeditated. The White Room, upon inspection, seemed to have nothing out of place either. The cameras seemed to not show him going into the room. The few people that had seen Aventurine that morning, reported nothing out of the ordinary. Despite the circumstances, the IPC still labelled Kakavasha AWOL and had placed him as a Person of Interest. Ratio knew he wouldn’t run away though. 

The doctor couldn’t help but think about Sugilite. Although it seemed like he had left his lover alone, he didn’t trust the man, especially after he had been on Penacony unexpectedly. He was the only person that would have the motive. Proving it though… that was the hard part. 

He looked at his phone religiously for a response. Whoever possessed the phone hadn’t communicated from the last correspondence when he came back to Pier Point. It was more of an indication that it was a deliberate action to not raise suspicion. In hindsight, perhaps he should have made a call himself when he was on his own task. It was something that he felt guilty about. He should have trusted his instincts, should have known that something wasn’t right. 

It was when Ratio was meeting Jade that Sugilite had come out of his office heading to the elevator. The two stared at each other for a moment before the doctor spoke, unable to keep the malice out of his voice. “Where is he?” 

The Stoneheart arched a brow. “And whom would you be talking about?” 

“Where is Kakavasha?” 

Sugilite hummed. “Ah yes, I almost forgot that was his name.” He could see the rage within the normally composed man and it was delightful to see. Shrugging his shoulders he looked off to the side. “If I had seen the boy, I would have reported it by now.” 

“I swear if you have anything to do with his disappearance, I will make you regret we have ever crossed paths.” 

Sugilite held his gaze, just like before, there was something about the doctor that was dangerous. It didn’t matter though… the fool could only bear his fangs. “I believe you made it clear I was to leave Aventurine alone? I have done what you said.” He pressed the button, calling the elevator to their floor. He glanced back at the doctor with an impassive expression. “Perhaps you should have kept a closer eye on him if he meant that much to you. Or maybe… he didn’t love you to begin with.” 

“As if you know what love is.” His mouth pressed into a thin line. “Or maybe you are getting sick of the whores you have to purchase on the black market.” 

The remark had Sugilte’s eyes glower. The door to the elevator opened, but he didn’t want the conversation to end on that note. “My affairs outside of this office are not your concern.” As if nothing just happened, he offered a smile at the doctor before pressing the button to go to the lower levels. “Good luck finding him, Veritas. I’m sure a clever man like yourself can solve the mystery.”  

There were three tones Aventurine had become familiar with in his prison. The first signalled for him to clean himself up. Sugilite liked him clean to inflict whatever torture he deemed the Avgin deserved, or perhaps to remind him to do something of worth besides curling in bed. The second chime was the meal bell. Try as he might, his stomach was tuned to the chime that promised relief from hunger. His hallucinations from the drugs were lessening. A part of him knew that the image of the figure in his mind had been important, but he had forgotten why. Sugilite was the only figure to pay him any mind which made sense why the Avgin could only visualize him now. Even the servants kept their time with him brief, doing the perfunctory duties given to them. After an allotted time if Aventurine didn't bathe, two servants appeared and marched him to the shower stall and cleaned him up. If he didn't get on his hands and knees to be fed, he was grabbed by his neck and force fed. There was never anything more than that. 

The last tune was the one the boy dreaded most of all. It was a signal that Sugilite was coming to see him. At least with the other two, there had been a higher chance to see the servants doing remedial tasks, but Sugilite… seeing him brought humiliation and pain. But it also brought something else too… Because despite Aventurine not wishing to be used sexually, knowing the man was keeping him prisoner here, Sugilite gave him something he severely lacked: companionship. It was by design. The Avgin knew this deep down, but it still didn’t change the fact that he was left on his own for so long. Forced to stare at the four walls without anything to do by lying in this soft bed, waiting for Sugilite to return. Even his inner thoughts were muted because what was there left to say at this point? What hope did he have left? 

Through it all, a voice kept whispering one thing; survive.

A week could have passed, a month. Aventurine had no idea anymore. The feeding chime woke Aventurine up from his dreamless sleep. He moved mechanically, going to the seat and sitting on the floor. A few minutes later Sugilite entered, a servant behind him with a tray of food placed on the table. 

Sugilite sat in the chair watching the Avgin. “Did you miss me, my beautiful bird?”

The boy only leaned his head on Sugilite's leg. He didn't answer, because Aventurine wasn't sure what to say without lying. The older man seemed not to mind the silence, his fingers going into those blonde locks of hair. Aventurine's unkempt hair had grown a few inches since he imprisoned him, he wondered if he should let the boy grow it out. It would give him something to pull on. Mulling over the thought, Sugilite uncovered the boy's meal; cosmic prawn fried rice and human liver. It was time to clear out old inventory, and Sugilite was delighted that he could share his cuisine with his pet. Aventurine ate without complaint, and when the meal was finished Sugilite scooped the drugged up Avgin in his arms carrying him back to the bed. 

The scene had repeated itself in horrible detail many times by now. Though his body still was oddly relaxed, the Avgin no longer was hallucinating like before. Sugilite was the only one who saw him for long periods anymore, though he knew there was once someone else that he cared deeply about. He could no longer recall who it was or what they looked like anymore. Hearing Sugilite shedding his clothing, Aventurine kept his gaze off to the side as the older man moved on top of him. He didn't fear being taken, nor did bother resisting. Every time he tried, it only made things worse, always humiliating him further. A kiss was placed on his lips feeling Sugilite move between his legs. He closed his eyes feeling the older man toying with his body. Just like so many times before he responded, unable to escape the pleasure that was forced upon him. 

Sugilite watched Aventurine carefully. The boy had been fighting him less much to his delight, but there was still work to be done. A finger pressed inside of the boy’s entrance, methodically feeling around for his prostate. He found what he was looking for watching the Avgin arch his back, desperate to stifle the sounds coming from the back of his throat. “Give it up, you know you enjoy this.” Aventurine didn’t answer him and he leaned in closer. “There is no shame in it, that’s why you were put here. Just for me… Number 35.” 

The name should have been enough to break him out of the haze of pleasure that he found himself in. Aventurine was his name, but he had always borrowed that name for the sake of the Stonehearts. He couldn't even have that anymore could he? “Please…” He sobbed, no longer caring that he was begging the man now. “No more, I don't… ah-!” Sugilite's lips crashed against his own again, swallowing up whatever words he was going to say. It didn't matter though, he could feel his orgasm hit him in waves. Semen splattered against his stomach and he wanted to curl up in a ball but he just saw Sugilite staring at him. The older man had stopped what he was doing, just watching him. 

“Tell me who you belong to, Number 35.”

 “Why make me say it?” Aventurine croaked, his voice wavering and trying not to give into despair. “After everything that you've done to me-” 

“-Is for your own good.” Sugilite cut him off. “You've masqueraded yourself as a Stoneheart when that was never your calling. You lived a life under false pretenses. I am only returning to your original purpose.” He could tell that Aventurine wanted to argue the point, but it didn't matter to him. “You are cared for, you are fed, you are looked after and in return, I ask you to submit yourself to me. I am asking very little of you.” He could see Aventurine shaking his head trying to deny him. 

“Sugilite, I’m begging you-” 

The older man ignored his pleas, grabbing his chin and forcing the boy to meet his gaze. “It's hard on you since you keep grasping desperately for your past life. But worry not… you will learn to love this… and love me.” 

The longer Aventurine was gone, the more Ratio worried. No matter how many times he had asked the IPC for more information, it was the same thing. The agents that had been trying to track down the phone were still having trouble finding the culprit. It was as though someone was playing a game of cat and mouse. Every time the IPC landed, the culprit seemed to sense that and was gone by the time the IPC arrived. By now, Ratio was convinced that someone within the company was behind it. There were just too many glaring coincidences for him to ignore. 

Time continued forward, and in Ratio’s desperation he offered his expertise to help the IPC to find Aventurine on his own. “They aren’t doing enough.” He told Jade as he sat in her office. 

Jade stared at the man hard. “I believe you have forgotten what this company is and what it represents in the cosmos.” 

There was an underlying tone from the woman that made whatever he was going to retort fizzle out before he opened his mouth. 

Jade sighed before folding her hands in her lap. “Aventurine’s loss has been an unexpected expense I will admit though.” The boy simply was good at his job, and that couldn’t be ignored. “Your last few jobs that you reported too… it seems as though your own work has been declining in quality as well. “

Ratio couldn’t deny that. It was hard to be focused on any task when he had no answer for where his lover had gone. “That was not my intention.” 

“I’m aware,” The woman said. “I believe that we can come to an agreement to get the result that we both want in the end.” 

The doctor couldn’t help but sigh by the way she was speaking. “What type of deal would I have to make with you?” 

Jade pressed a button on her desk bringing up one of her holographic monitors. “You are useless to me when you are distracted.” She said pointedly at him. “However, I would be lying if I said that Aventurine’s abrupt disappearance hasn’t… vexed me.” Bringing up a folder, she looked in the classified file on the boy. “If I give you three months to find Aventurine, you will work here for another year for me. That is my stipulation." 

It wasn’t ideal… Ratio knew that. But being able to look at the documents himself, to be able to find something that might have been overlooked… If that was enough to bring Aventurine back, he’d take that risk. “Fine, I don’t care, but I need to have access to every file, every scrap of data even if is outside of my clearance level.” 

Jade nodded before entertaining the data center. Ratio’s information popped up on her screen before she changed his permissions within the company. “Done. I hope your insights can bring Aventurine back.” 

Sugilite was mindful to resume his training of Aventurine. It started with small commands first with his feedings. Forcing the Avgin to ask for each bite. He had the chefs lower the dosage of the drug. Just enough to relax his muscles but he would be more aware of his actions. 

After his dinner, Sugilite took him. Having to mix pain and pleasure as the boy's body worked against him. He spent more time with the Avgin as a result. It wasn't hard to find all of Aventurine's vulnerable spots. The older man pressed them all until he was reduced to being a hypersensitive mess each time Sugilite touched him. All it took was just brushing a thumb over Aventurine’s nipple, kissing the nape of his neck to get a response. 

When Aventurine had come to accept his touch, Sugilite was cruel and abruptly denied it. He tied the boy to the bed, making sure he couldn't touch himself as he made the Avgin beg him for relief. That was the hardest part, getting the boy comfortable with begging to be taken. The old Aventurine showed back up. Cursing him, lashing out, even activating the crystals in his bid to get himself off. Sugilite was patient though, reinforcing their bond.

His patience was rewarded on the day Aventurine asked for his cock. A whisper first, Sugilite had nearly missed it. But again, the older man pressed the Avgin. “Say what you want, loud and proud, Number 35.”

Aventurine's cheeks were flushed, his body was in agony craving for that familiar release. This closeness he felt being with another human being didn't help matters. He secretly hoped that Sugilite would stay with him longer. Aventurine knew he would if he obeyed him. “I… want you to take me.”

Sugilite's smile widened hearing him finally giving in. “Good boy.”

Obsidian was doing a bit of work in the office. She would have much preferred to push it on one of her underlings, but they didn’t have the clearance that she did. Though she did get sent on missions herself, most of the activities that she did, had nothing to do with compromising and contracts. Instead, her speciality involved taking out potential threats to the IPC or key figures according to Diamond. As she was looking into her own personal matters, she received an alert. Checking her alerts, she saw a mass email sent from Jade to her, Opal, and Diamond. 

[I’ve given Dr. Ratio special clearance to investigate Aventurine’s disappearance. I don’t have high hopes, but perhaps a fresh set of eyes would do more good to see if we can find him]

Obsidian sighed softly as she looked at the message again. If he was anyone else, she might have let it be. However… given what she knew about Ratio, she wouldn’t take him lightly. Reaching for her phone she called Sugilite. 

“Suggy darling… there is something that you need to know.” 

[“What is it?”]

“It seems dear Veritas has been given special permission to investigate Aventurine’s disappearance.”  She waited for the man to say something. “I’m sure you know… I am completely divested from this matter. I only gave you the information you needed. What happens next… I leave up to you.” 

Sugilite was silent as he decided his next course of action. [“...It’s fine. I’ll take care of it. Tell Agate to suspend the operation… I would like that phone back."]

Ratio was surprised by the amount of data that the IPC had gathered on Aventurine as the result of his disappearance. Apparently Diamond had taken the boy’s absence as a security concern. It was true that his lover did have access to sensitive data, but the real question became, what would he do with it? He had nothing to gain by disappearing and everything to lose. Diamond seemed to have come to that conclusion too. 

Ratio sighed going through the day that Aventurine had vanished. After the trial, he was observed going back into the office. The Stoneheart floor didn’t have a camera because there was an ID required to ever be at this level. Aventurine was also very capable of defending himself. Even without a cornerstone, he was aware that he was proficient in Imaginary energy. No one had reported any damage to the building. If someone did try to kidnap the boy, he would have fought back. Jade was alerted that Aventurine was MIA on the third day after the trial. So between that time period is what he had to focus on. 

The doctor looked over the records with Grace. The woman seemed to have been questioned numerous times but always told those that interviewed her the same thing. She was not at her computer at the time that the email was sent. Something that had been corroborated by several co-workers and camera footage. Looking further into the spoofed email, the username had been made a month prior. There were no other messages that had been sent outside of the single one relayed to Aventurine.

The White Room had been looked over as much as possible, but the room had been used by clientele so any evidence that would have been destroyed if not ruined.

The last piece of evidence that he had to sift through was the camera footage. The sheer amount of cameras in the building was a problem. It took days to find the right cameras pointed in the right direction. When that had been done, he watched the footage. He found when Aventurine and him had gone to the Stoneheart offices, then cross referenced the cameras leading into the White Room after the spoofed email had been sent. Upon watching the footage, it didn’t seem that anything was amiss at those critical hours, but then he saw a slight change for a few seconds between the shots. It was as though the cameras had been knocked offline for a moment. Ratio frowned when he saw that glitch. That same anomaly was found in the cameras leading to the White Room. The glitch happened an hour before the email was sent to Aventurine, and then again an hour after. Testing to see if it affected other areas, the doctor watched footage in other areas. Ratio quickly realized this glitch was suspiciously absent.

It could have been a coincidence, but there was too much on the line not to be suspicious. Aventurine wasn’t on those recordings according to the cameras, but what if the cameras had been altered in some way? Ratio looked at the record logs leading to the security room and realized there was someone that entered it shortly after Grace’s email had been sent. No one had bothered to look at the area since it was assumed that the cameras weren’t tampered with. But for Ratio it finally made sense why no one saw Aventurine leave Pier Point. “Kakavasha…” 

Number 35 used to hear a strange voice in his head once upon a time. A consistent nagging one that tried to warn him of dangers of the world. It had been extinguished over the past few months. His Master had moved him to a new room for his good behavior. It was much more luxurious than his previous one. The white walls had been painted a deep red with gold and silver accents. Soft, plush chairs, an ottoman, even a sofa were at his disposal. There even was a window, heavily reinforced with steel bars that let him watch the sunset. He found himself enjoying that while he waited for his Master to return. The four quantum crystals still floated in their glass cases at all corners of the room, though the boy couldn't recall the last time he was harmed by them. He picked up a book from the shelf before settling on the sofa and reading. A fantasy story centered around the adventures of a Knight of Beauty. Sugilite was kind enough to give him a few books to read, a phonograph with limited music to listen to. It wasn't much, but he had to admit it made him grateful to have something else to do besides stare at the four walls. 

The Avgin heard a tone, the one that signalled to prepare for his feeding. The servants had been the ones visiting him for the past week while his Master was occupied. He wasn't sure who would come through those steel doors. Number 35 chose to be on the safe side, moving to a small closet and slipping into some silks. While being naked no longer bothered him, Sugilite had permitted him clothing. Most were just loin cloths and thongs to keep his cock from being shown. There were other things too; chains, cuffs, open vests, all tailored to match his lower half. 

He chose purple for the occasion, knowing it was his Master's favorite color before settling himself on the floor waiting for the door to open. The Avgin didn't have to wait long for it to open revealing a servant. The boy was slightly disappointed as the food was set out on the table. It looked like it would be another uneventful night. Saddened by the thought, Number 35 curled on the couch watching as the sun set while he'd read his fantasy novel.

It was late by the time the Avgin finished his book. The selection given to him had been limited so he had read all of the novels several times now. A familiar chime had him looking at the speaker on the ceiling. It was the third tone which meant… his Master was coming. Making sure he was presentable, the boy moved to his familiar place sitting on the floor by the feeding table. 

It wasn't long before the steel door opened. Sugilite's gaze swept over the Avgin. As usual, the boy was waiting and submissive. Sugilite didn't bring any food with him. Under his arm was a small container. He sat in the chair, petting Number 35 on his head. The boy leaned into his hand, seeming to enjoy the attention. “Have you been good while I was away, my pet?”

The Avgin’s cheeks flushed. “Yes, Master.” He answered, “I missed you.”

“Then pay your respects to me.” 

The boy reacted immediately, crawling closer to the older man. Raising himself on his knees, he leaned up, pressing his lips against Sugilite in a passionate kiss. His Master responded, letting his tongue roll against each other. Number 35 made a soft sound in the back of his throat, feeling Sugilite's fingers going into his hair. There was a light tug, the boy knew his Master loved stroking his hair. He relaxed, surrendering himself to his Master until Sugilite moved away. The Avgin’s fingers were going to the belt buckle to remove his Master's pants before he felt his wrist being grabbed. Usually they had sex when the older man visited him, so he was confused. 

“Not tonight.” Sugilite murmured. “Your Master has a task for you.” Even as he explained it, he watched the boy carefully. “You wish to see the dawn, do you not?”

The accusation was one that had the Avgin’s eyes widen. He had never voiced his desires knowing that it wasn't his place to ask for such a thing. His Master did everything to keep him safe after all. In his embarrassment, he could only nod his head. “If… If Master would give this servant the opportunity, I would be grateful.” There was something about being in the sun that just appealed to him. An instinct to bask in warmth.”

Sugilite nodded. It wasn't hard to guess what the Avgin wanted. Seeing him looking outside all the time from the cameras, of course he would want that from his Sigonian heritage. “You must do something for me.” He opened the small box taking out a glock. He let the boy see it before placing the gun in the boy's hand. The chamber didn't have any live rounds, but that would change giving Aventurine the opportunity to shoot in a controlled setting. He saw the confusion written on the Avgin’s face before speaking. “You will learn how to use this to protect your Master.”

It was fortunate that Number 35 had been receptive to training. Sugilite had repurposed the crematory to a small firing range. Not the ideal area, but the reinforced stone would stop bullets from damaging anything he cared about.  Perhaps due to wanting enrichment and being able to go to another section of his mansion, his pet had learned quickly. Sugilite suspected that he was well versed when it came to handling firearms. The Stoneheart reinforced his pet’s efforts with rewards and affection.  

Since Obsidian gave him the warning, he decided that it was time to act before Veritas became unpredictable. He had taken painstaking steps to cover his tracks, but Ratio might be able to see through the deception and unravel everything. Sugilite couldn’t allow that to happen. 

Ratio was sure that he had gotten a breakthrough with Aventurine’s disappearance when he looked into the security for that day. He suspected tampering with the video files, but it was something that took time to look into. They were encrypted for one, and unravelling the data proved to be a challenge. Ratio wasn’t perturbed though, he created an auto cracker and let the program run. Even with a sophisticated system, it would be a good six hours before he could make sense of the data. The doctor had been spending an ungodly amount of time at the office and knew that despite his desperation, he had to rest. 

Knowing the cat cakes were waiting on him, he opted to go back home. It was raining as Ratio made it onto the train. He popped his umbrella open taking the short walk to the apartment. It was the same path that he had taken hundreds of times. It was why he noticed a black car sitting just outside of the sidewalk leading to his apartment. There was a figure leaning against the back passenger door, holding an umbrella in hand and talking to a figure inside the car through a cracked door. As he walked closer, Ratio recognized the figure. “...Sugilite?” What was he doing here. 

The rain started to beat down on the pair a little harder as the Stoneheart locked eyes with the doctor. “Funny seeing you here, Veritas.” 

Ratio narrowed his eyes. “You are far away from your mansion at this late hour.” Given how large his place was, it didn’t make sense why he was in a neighborhood such as this. “Stop being coy with me.” There was no love lost between them after all. “You came to see me for a reason, stop wasting both of our time and state your business.” 

Sugilite smiled, but there was nothing warm about it. “I just have something that I wanted to show you. You seem to be working yourself to the bone if rumors are true.” He reached into the car. The passenger inside passed the older man a black box. 

The doctor remembered the box. It was the same one that he had given to Sugilte when he returned the cock cage. “Trying to return my gift? I didn’t realize you were so petty.” 

The Stoneheart didn’t answer as he walked over and offered the present to Ratio. The stared at each other before Sugilite spoke. “It’s something that you’ve always wanted.”    

Ratio was about to argue with him when he heard a ringtone. A ringtone that he recognized immediately after not hearing it for nearly a year. It… couldn’t be. Without thinking, he snatched the box from Sugilite and much to his horror, he saw Aventurine’s phone inside. His gaze rolled up to Sugilite’s and the doctor saw all of the wickedness in the world in those eyes. “It was you…” Ratio had always known that he had to be behind it. “Where is he?!” He shouted at him. 

“I’ll happily show you.” Sugilite turned to the passenger in the car and motioned them to come out. 

The doctor’s gaze moved to the figure and that is when time itself had come to an abrupt stop. Hidden behind a raincoat, he saw long golden locks peaking out from the hood. Eyes, glowing in the dark, a mix of magenta and cyan stared back at him with no recognition. A modified pistol with a silencer was gripped tightly in the Avgin’s hand. He brought it up aiming at Ratio’s chest and fired. 

Ratio’s grip on the black box loosened. He felt the pain, but didn’t understand what had happened until he looked down at his chest. A large spurt of blood shot out as he collapsed on his side. His mouth opened, but he couldn’t utter a sound. Instead, blood came out of his mouth as he choked on it.  He needed to stem the bleeding. He needed to save Kakavasha…

Sugilite had been delighted as he watched the scene unfold before him. The boy hadn't even flinched nor shown his lover any recognition. He turned to his pet giving him a kiss on his lips. “Good boy… you can get in the car. I don’t want you catching a cold.” Aventurine nodded before going back in the car and he turned his attention back to Ratio. Walking closer to the dying man. Sugilite crouched down next to him before sighing. “I honestly was hoping to eat you… but I guess it’s important that someone finds your body and reports your imminent departure from the world of the living.” Blood was starting to pool around Ratio, the rain was only making it spread out further. The Stoneheart knew that the man didn’t have much time left. “I give you my word I’ll take care of little Kakavasha. He was mine first after all... Rest well doctor, and see you in the afterlife.”  Picking himself up, Sugilite got in the driver’s passenger seat before the car pulled off leaving Ratio to die. 

When they returned home, Number 35 could tell that his Master was pleased. He was given real clothing to cover him up with. A pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Sugilite even allowed the boy to sleep in his room with him. It was a strange feeling being allowed so much freedom. Oddly though he had trouble sleeping. There was something about the man who had threatened his Master that bothered him. He didn’t know why though. It was like he was trying to recall a face from his muddled memory. The only one that he saw fully was his Master.

The next morning, Number 35 got his wish. He was allowed outside for the first time. Though there were high bars encircling the property, the boy seemed content. The sun’s rays warmed his skin, the blades of grass felt wonderful under his feets. Birds chirped, the wind gently brushed against his hair. It was real freedom. Sugilite was sitting on a wooden bench watching him. “Master… can I ask you something?” 

“You may.” 

“That man that threatened you. Who was he?” 

Sugilite watched him carefully before speaking. “Someone that would have ruined our way of life.” 

Hearing that the boy turned his gaze to the sky. Birds flew overhead and he couldn't imagine a life without his Master. It was sad someone wanted to ruin his life like that. “I see… I wouldn’t want that to happen.”  

"Nor would I, my precious bird."

A/N: Don’t hate me too much lol… Alright onto the ‘better’ ending. Will update as soon as I can. 

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

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A/N: Good god, Ratio did not make it easy on me. Guess I should have expected it after what I did to him though, lol. Sadly I am going to split this ending as well, but again the next update shouldn't be too long, the other part is about 50% done. 

Though Aventurine’s trial had concluded, the boy couldn’t stop the way that his hand kept shaking hidden behind his back. It had truly been a close call, and the fact that Diamond and Opal were willing to stick up for him meant that he at least was not just a disposable asset for the company. This body worth only sixty tanbas meant something to the IPC. 

Sugilite, Jade, Opal, and Topaz moved from their seats as the monitors went offline. Aventurine locked eyes with Sugilite as the older man moved past him. It was clear that he wasn’t happy with the outcome, but he didn’t voice his distaste so directly. He couldn’t understand why Sugilite had such hatred for him. Aventurine would make it a point to stay out of the man’s way for the foreseeable future. 

Being left alone in the room, he reached into his pocket sending a text to Ratio. [I’m safe.]

It was only a few moments later that he got a response. [I’m fortunate that was the case… I was worried I was going to have to speak to Jade about the matter.]

Of course his lover wouldn’t have let him die so easily. It was sweet that the man cared so much about him. [I’ve got a few things to take care of but we should get lunch later.]

[Of course, see you then, Gambler.] 

Glad there was something to look forward to, Aventurine headed back to his office to complete paperwork that had piled up. Since he had been affected by the Nihility, all of the business matters that he would have normally handled were pushed off to the side. It didn’t help that he had to take an impromptu visit to the Doctors of Chaos either. A pity that most of the dealings he had were classified, so he couldn’t push them on his two staff members. Not that he enjoyed doing that anyway, he was one that believed it was best to do the work himself rather than have another do it for him. It was too reminiscent of slavery for his taste. It was an hour later when an email alert came in that got his attention. Opening up the document, he skimmed over the details, it was from Grace. Out of his helpers, she was the more reserved but dedicated worker under his employ. 

[Mr. Aventurine, there is a client that wishes to meet you in the White Room. They should be there shortly.]

The Avgin sighed as he read over the details. He was expecting to meet Ratio in the next hour. A client that wished to meet with him could have been a potential shareholder or a VIP member. [Please tell our guest I will be there in a few minutes.] It would have been in poor taste to not speak with them. Grace didn’t answer him back, but he assumed that the woman would  He sent Ratio another text. [Might have to hold on having lunch, I need to meet with a client.]

[Alright, see you later.]

Ratio knew that he needed to speak with Jade today. Even after Aventurine’s trial had concluded, he had little doubt that the woman was eager to get back to business. Instead of waiting for her to call on him, he decided to meet the woman personally. Knocking on her door, the doctor was greeted with an invitation to come in. The office hadn’t changed one bit since he had been there last, though the woman’s pet was staring at him with slitted eyes. 

Jade smiled at Ratio giving the man her full attention. There were a few scattered files on the woman's desk that seemed to have been gone through before he had arrived. “Welcome back to Pier Point. I trust your little trip to see the Doctors of Chaos bore fruitful results?” 

The doctor took a seat before speaking. “Yes… most of the ill effects of the Nihility seem to have passed. I have been observing him for neuro anomalies, but he is otherwise healthy.” 

“That is good, I would hate for something bad to happen to that boy. He is an important asset for our company.” Jade sat back in her seat as she observed the doctor. “And I’m sure that you would do everything in your power to keep that child safe.” 

There was something the way she said the latter statement that made Ratio look at her. “If… it came down to it, yes. Aventurine had a brilliant mind, it would be tragic for it to go to waste.” 

“I’m sure you make sure he is well taken care of outside of business hours Dr. Ratio.” 

The statement had him sit up a bit straighter in his seat. While it wasn’t against company policy to have employees being in romantic relationships, certainly it wasn’t encouraged by any managers. 

Jade only chuckled at the man’s silence. “Come now… it wasn’t that hard to figure out. I don’t have an issue with it as long as you both are doing your jobs, which has always been the case. You aren’t the only ones that I’ve had to turn a blind eye to.” 

Ratio had to wonder how common it actually was. He didn't bother to press the matter. “That being the case, I believe I should resume my duties.” The quicker that he got this debt paid off, the better. “Is it safe to say you have a job for me?”

“Yes,” Jade spoke. “You will be working with one of our members.” She opened one of the manilla folders to check it was the right dossier before holding it out for the doctor. “She will be meeting with you tonight. Don’t be late.” 

There were several rooms for the senior managers to meet with clients when they came to Pier Point. Each one seemed to be catered to the tastes of the client in question. The White Room as the Stonehearts called it was one of the more simplistic rooms. As its name implied, the room had white walls, white sofas that faced each other, a wooden table in the center that had a few snacks in the basket, and a drink caddy on the opposite side of the door. It was rarely used which confused Adventurine, but maybe the client preferred to forego the formalities and get down to business. 

When he opened the door, he was surprised that Grace and the client weren't there. Instead there were two robots within the room as well as a letter on the table next to the snack basket. The Avgin eyes moved to the two robots. They didn’t respond, but Aventurine could have swore that those were the same two that guarded him before his trial. The oddities aside, the Avgin moved into the room opening the letter. The texture was of a high quality, he could tell running his fingers on the material. In the center was a single statement. 

I’ve got you. 

Aventurine stared at the message, confused. “What is this supposed to mean?” He murmured. 

The sensors located on both of the robots' heads glowed bright red. One immediately went to cover the door while the other one moved closer to Aventurine. The one closest to the Avgin had several areas open up on its body before several canisters dropped to the floor releasing a gas on both ends. 

Aventurine backed away, coughing from the fumes. It tickled the back of his throat the more he inhaled whatever was in them. He bolted to the door trying to get out of the room. “Get out of the way!” He shouted out the one blocking the door. It only responded by opening a few compartments on its body releasing more canisters. The Avgin was horrified as he backed up. The more he breathed in whatever was in the canisters, he started to feel lightheaded. Aventurine collapsed on his side feeling overwhelmed by the fume.. As he passed out, he could only make out the glowing eyes of the robots staring coldly at him. 

Sugilite made his way to the security room looking at his wristwatch. He has timed everything perfectly after it became apparent Aventurine would get to live. Still, even with that knowledge… there was still one more play he had up his sleeve. “Grace's” email should have reached the Avgin. When the boy had responded, he only had an allotted amount of time before the robots executed their commands. 

He was thankful that he had invested some time learning about how the IPC robots functioned. He had used the excuse that it was for security concerns and after bribing the IT fools for more information. The IT person he had been discussing protocols with was more than happy to spill his secrets with the sight of a few extra credits. The door leading to the security room was shut tightly, reaching into his pocket, Sugilite pulled out an access card given to him by Obsidian. After being tortured by the woman, she gave him what he needed. 

He entered after his code had been accepted. The security room had its own floor that looked at nearly all of the unsecured sections below the managers offices. Even accounting for the missing floors, the security system that monitored Pier Point was very sophisticated. IPC robots were situated in cubicles that had monitors showing the cameras in various sections of the building. 

Sugilite looked for the ones that lead to the White Room. He went immediately to the monitors aimed at the White Room. The older man pulled out a flash drive from his pocket. It was camera footage taken a week prior. One by one the past two hours were superimposed from the current recording to the past recording. The only indication that something was amiss was a brief static disruption that happened splicing the two films together. Only someone with a keen eye would have noticed the change, but Sugilite was betting that wouldn't be the case. Once he had replaced the records, he erased the memory of the surveillance robots. Although silent, they could identify that he had been here which he could not allow. It took an hour to erase the memory banks of the units. Just as quickly as he had come, the older man left the security room going back to his office. His servants were on standby to take the two robots and Aventurine back to his mansion. He called them to confirm everything had gone as planned. “Do you have my package?”

[“Yes, sire. He was in the body cavity of the robot as you said.”]

At least the robots had done what he programmed them to do. He would just get rid of the robots to prevent anyone from looking at their databases. He doubted any of the techs would be able to notice the two units missing. The older man would make it a point to take all precautions to cover his tracks. There would be no room for error. “Take my pet to his room and tie him up. I will be home in a few hours. Dismantle the robots from top to bottom, I will let you know where to dump them later.”

[“At your command, sir.”]

Ratio was sitting at one of the food plaza tables outside. He was reading the dossier Jade had given him for his next mission. Apparently his partner would be Obsidian. He didn't really know her outside of seeing her at a few IPC functions he was required to attend. Short of that, the only thing that gave him pause was a small detail Aventurine told him in passing during a particular conversation. The details of that conversation were hazy, though the doctor seemed to recall the woman seemed to know Sugilite very well. 

Just picturing the Stoneheart brought Ratio unease. Sugilite seemed to have left his lover alone, but there was something that always bugged the doctor about him. There still was no explanation why he had been on Penacony. Aventurine had asked Topaz after everything was said and done, but the excuse was vague only saying she was asked to perform another task before she went to the Reverie Hotel, so Sugilite had stepped in. Pushing those misgivings aside, Ratio tried to focus on his duties for the next mission. He had been so engrossed in his reading, he hadn't realized thirty minutes had passed as he waited for Aventurine. 

Ratio looked at his phone. There were no new messages from the boy. Perhaps his tasks had kept him longer than expected? He did say he might be late… probably best not to bother him. Glancing at the time, he knew he needed to go back to the apartment to pack for the trip if he wanted to meet Obsidian on schedule. Grabbing lunch for himself, he waited to see if Aventurine would show. When another hour had passed he sent Aventurine a text. [I have to get ready to go. Will ask the pet sitter to look after the little ones. See you hopefully in a few days.] 

Ratio made his way to the apartment to pack. It was on his way back to Pier Point that Ratio realized that Aventurine had never responded back to him. “... Strange.” Surely his lover should have answered him by now. 

When Aventurine had regained consciousness, he knew that something was wrong. His vision was a blurry mess of colors that had no definitive shapes. There was drool leaking from the corner of his mouth but he couldn't bring his hands to wipe it away. In fact, his arms felt like they were asleep, stretched in an awkward angle. After trying to flex his hands, he understood why he couldn't move them. They were behind his back, held together with heavy duty rope. He didn’t have to know that his IPC uniform was extremely wrinkled from being handled so poorly. 

His ankles also seemed to have been tied with the same material, causing him to be unable to move either foot independently. The feeling had the Avgin focus harder where he was. He knew he was on a bed. The soft mattress cradled his body and he could tell the white sheets were made of a fine silk. This wasn't his room. Aventurine blinked trying to get his vision to focus. Everything started to come into place glancing around. The room was a perfect square, white walls and white carpet were impersonal and plain. Along one of the walls, he could see a shower stall with plexiglass, toilet without a lid, and a sink all perfectly built in the same area for the sake having plumbing in the same area. The simplicity had Aventurine’s heart skip a beat. Looking further, he could see a small stand on each corner of the room. Inside, there were purple crystals floating inside a protective glass cover. Although he had no idea what they were, Aventurine didn't like the feeling he got from them. When he looked at the ceiling, there were cameras positioned at each corner of the room with a speaker in the center to offer him zero chance of privacy. He had been in this type of room before, and the realization made his blood run cold. 

No, no, no… 

He struggled trying to free his hands, when it became apparent that wasn’t going to work, he unconsciously tried to summon his gambling dice to damage any of the walls. The moment that they tried to manifest themselves, the crystals responded. Purple lightning came from the crystals giving Aventurine a shock. He screamed as the pain racked through his entire body. The moment that his powers stopped, so did the lightning. He sobbed, thrashing weakly in his bonds. When the pain eventually went away, Aventurine tried to summon the dice again and was met with that same horrible sensation. 

He understood… it was a weapon to suppress his powers. It only made him realize who was responsible for putting him in this position. Rolling on his stomach, he looked at the other side of the room he didn't get a chance to see. A heavy steel door stared back at him. Aventurine already knew eventually the owner would walk through the door, and he dreaded when that would happen. 

Obsidian was sitting in her office at Pier Point. She was looking at a holographic monitor going over her instructions. Persuading the council seemed like such a waste of time. After three years of dodging the IPC, she saw it as disrespectful. Jade preferred a more diplomatic touch, but Obsidian never liked that approach. 

There was also another factor that cut into her annoyance, having to be paired up with Ratio. It was her first time working with the man directly. She didn’t have anything against him, but preferred her solitude. A part of her was wondering if the action had been deliberate on Jade’s part. If she had it her way, she would have brute forced her way into the council’s mansion - whoever died was not her concern. Ratio would never go for anything like that though, something she was very aware of as a knock came at her door. “Come in.” The woman said turning off the monitor. 

Ratio entered. Her room was dimly lit, though he could make out all of the designer furniture with red and black accents. He didn’t bother sitting down walking closer to her. On her desk he couldn’t help but notice a picture of the woman with Sugilite. The man didn’t seem amused, but Obsidian was clearly enjoying herself hanging from his neck. “You wished to speak with me before we parted?” 

“Yes. I just wish to lay down some ground rules to make it easier for both of us.” 

Ratio had to appreciate her directness in that regard. “What did you have in mind?” 

“I don’t need you talking to anyone when we land. I’m sure you are a capable negotiator and are well versed in the type of systems that are used to power the planet, but I have my own way of doing things.” 

So, she was laying down the ground rules before they landed? The doctor couldn’t complain, he really wasn’t apt to force anyone into any situation even though their own hubris had led them to this possibility. “Fine… have it your way. I’ll only do the heavy lifting to get you where you need to go if you feel that way.” 

“I’m glad we have come to an arrangement, Dr. Ratio. Come, we should get going. I’d like to get this matter settled as soon as possible.” 

At least they were both on the same page when it came to that matter. 

Though Sugilite had retreated to his office after covering his own tracks, he had a hard time keeping to his tasks. He knew creating an alibi would be key, but he was impatient watching the time pass. How eager he was to get back to his pet. After three system hours, the older man had enough and called his butler to pick him up at Pier Point. 

When Sugilite got in the backseat, there was a small plastic bag waiting for him. Fishing inside he found a few of Aventurine's belongings. The Stoneheart took out the wallet examining what was inside. A wad of credits, his ID and key cards, business cards, and a golden Aiden token. Nothing out of the ordinary. Pushing that aside, Sugilite took out his phone. A message from Ratio was holding, causing him to snort. That man… Sugilite would have to address the doctor soon. He pondered what to do with the items. It was best to get rid of the items as quickly as possible. There were too many cameras in the main building. Pulling out a hand cloth he spoke to his butler. “Take me to the shuttle station.”

“Yes sir.”

It didn't take long to arrive. Inside the station there were closed circuit cameras, but outside of the entrance, the cameras were sparse. Being mindful to avoid their positions, Sugilite placed Aventurine's phone, wallet, and other belongings in separate garbage cans before making his way home. 

Aventurine didn’t know how long he had been tied up. The lack of any clock or window was maddening. It had his mind drift off to uncomfortable places. He thought back to how Sugilite had looked at him after the trial was over. For him to go to such lengths… did the older man hate him that much? 

The sound of the steel door opening had Aventurine’s eyes go to the door. Though he was trying to remain perfectly relaxed, the muscles in his arms had fallen asleep. It was hard to not panic, because he already knew who would walk through that door. His worst nightmares were realized when Sugilite came in, shutting the door behind him. The older man seemed perfectly relaxed, but there was a cruelty in his eyes that had the Avgin’s blood run cold. 

“We meet again, my beautiful bird.” 

Aventurine struggled uselessly hoping that he would have a chance of defending himself. The bonds didn’t budge, and in horror he watched his worst nightmare stalking closer towards him. “Was trying to kill me not enough for you?!” He shouted at the man. 

Sugilite pulled out a switchblade testing the sharpness of the blade against the palm of his hand. “Did you really think I’d be happy letting you walk free without my permission?” He reached out for Aventurine grabbing the boy by the collar of his uniform forcing him into a sitting position. “I have to hand it to you though, you didn’t make it easy for me, Avgin.” By far, this was the longest that any of his prey had gotten away. The boy's status was also a sting to his pride. “But I have you now. Right where I want you... Right where you belong.”

It should have bothered Aventurine the way the man was speaking. He instinctively froze seeing the switchblade in the other's hand. It was held to his throat lightly pushing the tip of it into his skin. There was a soft sound made in the back of his throat, going still. 

Sugilite pressed the blade into the Avgin’s brand watching as blood trickled down his neck. The older man brought the soiled blade up to his mouth, savoring Aventurine's blood. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.” 

There was a knot forming in Aventurine's stomach watching the other Stoneheart. Though he couldn't read Sugilite's mind, the position he found himself in was built with purpose. This room, bare as it was, had everything required to keep him here long term. Coupled with the crystals that were designed to suppress his power only had him come to one conclusion. “Why… Why can’t you get it in your fucking head, I don’t want you!” 

“Humph, as if a slave has that type of authority.” He shoved the Avgin on the bed. Aventurine was trying to crawl away, but it was easy to straddle the boy, keeping him from moving away. “I warned you to leave Veritas, but you clearly ignored me.”

Aventurine's hands were pressed under him, unable to get any type of footing with Sugilite's body keeping him from going anywhere. He was starting to panic, unconsciously reaching to use his imaginary power to get the other man away from him. The crystals reacted immediately, sending another series of lightning out, shocking him. 

Sugilite just grinned loving how his security measures were working. He wasn't sure the Quantum crystals were really authentic since he couldn't test it himself. “Do you like my special present for you? It's amazing what those members of the Intelligentsia Guild will do if you throw a bit of credits at them and just imply they could show up the infamous Dr. Ratio.”

The Avgin had a horrified expression on his face as it dawned on him the sheer planning that went into using such tools. Coupled that with this room, it wasn't hard to guess what the older man was planning. “Sugilite… Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I'll just-”

“-Hold your tongue, slave.” He growled. “You have no right to ask me for anything. I am your Master, and you will learn your place.”

Aventurine was at a loss for words. Unconsciously, he already knew that was always what this was about. This man was going to force him to be the person he was before coming onto the radar of the IPC. The Avgin didn't want that, but it was clear he wouldn't get the choice. He was proven right when he saw Sugilite bring the switchblade to his clothing and began the deliberate task of cutting through his clothing. The sound of cloth tearing was grating as Aventurine's upper body was exposed. 

Sugilite's attention was pulled to the boy's stomach seeing the old scars. He moved the switchblade over the vulnerable area until blood started to well up from the wounds. “I'm curious, how many times did Veritas fuck you?”

The question was one that had Aventurine's eyes waiver. Just twice, and it was the best memories he had with his lover. “What does it matter? I've already told you, you'll never be him. You will never be anything more than a monster that just takes whatever he wants.”

Despite the harsh language, Sugilite couldn't help but smile cruelly. “Well, perhaps I should live up to my namesake then, you are after all, just a Sigonian whore.”

It stung to hear those words, but perhaps that was the point. The older man removed himself from his body. Not being held down by the added weight, Aventurine tried to squirm away. Sugilite seemed to not mind as he was too busy removing his clothes. The Avgin choked back a sob, he wasn't supposed to ever be in this situation again. He had someone that genuinely loved him. Desperately he tried to crawl away from Sugilite. It was a futile effort, but being complacent seemed to be equally vile. He only managed to get halfway off the bed before his ankle was grabbed and he was pulled back to his tormentor. 

“You are making a mess…” The older man mused, seeing the blood staining the white linen. He would make a point to use black linen next time, for now he focused on tearing at Aventurine's pants, removing the last bit of clothing on him. Not wanting to remove the ropes, they, along with his underwear, were bunched around Aventurine's ankles. 

“Sugilite, don't do this!” The Avgin blurted out. He was still trying anything to get away, and in his desperation unconsciously called on his shields. It was a mistake. The quantum crystals shocked him causing him to cry in pain. He collapsed on his stomach feeling Sugilite move on top of him. He could feel Stoneheart’s cock brushing at his entrance. Though he couldn't see Sugilite's face, the Avgin knew the man had to be smug. Aventurine cried out in pain feeling his tormentor enter him.

There was a warmth that surrounded the older man hearing the Avgin scream out in pain. It was music to his ears. Obsidian might have made him have sex with her, but Sugilite had never taken a male lover since he had been involved with the Avgin. “Oh, my precious bird… How divine you are.”

The man's words were like nails scraping against a chalkboard. His body was forced forward with every painful thrust. He was sure Sugilite tore something, but the extra lube from his own blood might have at least prevented further damage. Tears leaked out of the corner of Aventurine's eyes as Sugilite assaulted him. “... Please.” He whispered over and over again praying that this nightmare would end. 

Sugilite didn't take long to have his first orgasm. It had been so long… and he was so happy to have the boy back. He was breathing hard kissing the back of Aventurine’s neck as his semen filled the Avgin. A mix of his seed and Aventurine's blood, it was a match made in heaven. He flipped the boy on his back with no resistance. The tear stained face, that pained expression… It was enchanting. Licking his lips he used the knife to slice the bonds of his ankles, removing Aventurine's pants he nestled himself between the boy’s legs. “It's so good to have you back.”

Aventurine said nothing, feeling the older man positioning himself to take him again. Clearly he wasn't done and now he was forced to look at his tormentor. He lost count of the amount of times Sugilite continued to assault him, only giving just a few moments rest to recover between each coupling. When it finally did stop, the Avgin was covered in sweat, blood, and come. Gaithra couldn't have been so cruel to him. Exhausted, he passed out wishing that this was all a bad dream. 

For a while, Sugilite just watched the boy. The hardest part in getting his prey was behind him, but there were still factors he needed to be mindful of. There was little doubt Ratio would notice Aventurine was gone, the doctor would need to be addressed. Sighing, he used the switchblade to untie Aventurine's arms, gathering the mess of clothing he was wearing. He had the rest of the boy's possessions, though he stared at the familiar peacock styled earring. Deciding to deal with it later, Sugilite picked up the pieces of ropes, his own clothing along with Aventurine's before leaving the room. 

Ratio and Obsidian had decided to take separate company shuttles. One, in the off chance that this job kept them overnight, they would have the shuttle to fall back on and not have to worry about getting lodging. And two, it wasn’t like either was keen on the other’s company. Thankfully they had made good time when they reached planet [...]. When they had landed, it was clear something wasn't quite right. The shuttle station was expansive, eclipsed by tall gates made of steel and glass. There were machines and Intellitrons that moved mechanically fulfilling the tasks they had been given. Most seemed to be moving products to be shipped to various areas in the nation state. There were various checkpoints that made moving inside each section of the building challenging. In fact, Ratio thought it was too secure excessive for an area that was responsible for moving goods from one planet to another. 

One thing that had become apparent was that living beings really were scarce. Everything seemed to be automated. Ratio had read that the nation had opted to use their wealth to invest in advanced technology. It was to the point where almost every aspect of everyday life was handled by machines, androids, cyborgs, and Intellitrons. From handling transportation or picking food in the field, just about everything was automated. The people on the other hand, lived in gilded cages. There was no crime since there was no reason to leave their homes. Short of the few times where a household component broke, no one outside of the family needed to come inside their abode. Food was delivered by drones that held just enough to feed the family based on how many people lived at the residence. Even teaching was kept to a monitor that broadcast channels for every age group for enrichment. Whatever wasn’t put on those networks didn’t get relayed to the general public and that is what gave Ratio pause as he considered the plight of the people here. 

The people that called this place their homes were identical to the robots that tended to them. Never would they have the mindset to venture to do other things or seek answers to pressing questions it was intellectual rot. That detail alone explained why everything seemed so foreign here. The ending result was a nation that lived long lives, but have rather jaded views on life. For the IPC though, this advanced mechanization had been given to them with the agreement that their planet be incorporated into the IPC’s market shares. When everything was said and done, the council had reneged on the deal. For months the IPC had tried to make contact with the council but as Ratio was starting to see as they walked through the streets, no one came out of their homes. 

It was an eerie feeling. The robots doing their tasks, glanced at them as if knowing that both Ratio and Obsidian were out of place. Most of the buildings were made in the same fashion for residents. Everything was built with intention. For every “town”, there was farmland that provided food, a processing area, a maintenance hub to fix issues in their homes, a manufacturing hub that built everything that would be needed in the home, a very censored media management system, a security system, and a delivery system. It was all things that the council felt their subjects needed and nothing more than that. 

“How boring.” Obsidian finally said. “It seems that travelling here will be a challenge.” All too true, the only roads that were made seemed to be strictly for trash pick ups and emergency service. 

“The dossier said that the council’s chambers aren't too far from the main shuttle service.” 

The woman snorted. “I don’t walk for any reason.” Her eyes were pulled to a sectioned off area. Inside, there were delivery vehicles. Obsidian smiled walking over to the gate. A robot was watching her. “Halt, authorized personnel beyond this point. Please present your credentials.” The woman ignored the request, pushing the thing off to the side. The machine was so surprised it didn’t know how to respond. Obsidian went to a waiting delivery van. The keys were already in the ignition. Her gaze turned to Ratio who was just as uncomfortable as the robot. “We don’t have time to dawdle doctor… if you are coming, get in.” 

Sighing, Ratio seemed to have no choice. Much like Aventurine, it was becoming apparent that the woman was flashy and didn’t care who was watching her. He was starting to suspect it was a trait among the Stonehearts. Getting in the passenger’s seat Obsidian took off in the direction of the council chambers. 

Unlike the citizens of the nation state, the Council wasn’t sectioned off by family units. Those that made decisions for the planet lived under the same roof and enjoyed all of the perks. Ratio could see the disparity between these upper class “noblemen” and the public as they pulled up to the gates. Unlike the crowded streets, the compound had no neighborhoods or were around the public houses. A large sign was posted on the front of the gate. ‘Keep out, unauthorized personnel are forbidden beyond this point, trespassers will be reprimanded for breaching proper state protocols.’ Ratio looked beyond the gates. The compound was stretched in a ‘U’ shape having four floors. It was enough to house the council, the family, and anyone that attended them. Just like with the general public, it was doubtful that these people actually ventured outside of their opulent homes, and had lost touch about what their subjects needed. 

“Why do you suppose this nation has accepted being in a gilded cage?” Obsidian suddenly asked as she ran her hand over the sign. 

“They are afraid of change, I imagine.” 

“Very good doctor. An animal that is fat and happy never questions anything more. All it knows, all it desires is the hand that continues to feed it until the slaughter.” 

The way the woman spoke had an uneasiness set in. Jade’s instructions for this mission were simple. Due to the repeated failures with getting a response from any of the council, he was to assist Obsidian with bypassing all of the security and automation barriers. The idea was to force a conversation but given how his partner was speaking… the doctor wondered how much of an improvement would be made given the circumstances. In the end though, it wasn’t his problem. He could only do what he was tasked with. He made his way over to the lock inspecting the way the automation controls worked. After inspecting the complex locking system, he reached into his suitcase pulling out a tool kit. Though he was dealing with advanced mechanics, there still were weaknesses that could be exploited even in such a tight secured area. The entry pad was armed and appeared to have a combination that needed to be inputted to gain access. For Ratio though, after taking off the faceplate and seeing the electronics inside, it wasn’t hard to cut off the power supply. From there, manually getting the gate to open was a breeze. 

The courtyard was expansive. As they drove up to the center of the mansion, it was clear that the grounds were well maintained with plant decorations and not a blade of grass over an inch high. Ratio could imagine parties being thrown, drowning in revelry and patting themselves on the back. There were a few Intellitrons that turned their gaze towards them as the van moved closer to the front door. One thing that had struck Ratio was that though there was high security, it seemed that defensive measures hadn’t been taken in the form of training the robots to neutralize threats. Perhaps in the council’s mind, no one could possibly bother them if they didn’t want to be. So dependant on their high walls, locked doors… never had anyone challenged them. 

It didn’t take long for Ratio to bypass the front door before he and Obsidian entered. The scent of tobacco and drinks permeated in the air. A large chandelier was dimly lit as human-like figures conversed with each other. Some of them looked like normal humans, others reminded him of Foxians, though the type of tail and ears they possessed hardly looked from the same origin of those on the Luofu. Some were shamelessly having sex with each other while others watched on with amusement eating dishes that were laid out for them. For Ratio, seeing such decadence had him turn his eyes off to the side even as those people looked at them. 

An older man finally spoke up as a hush descended on the crowd of people. “Outsiders… what in the world are you doing at our property?” 

Obsidian just smiled. “I believe that you have been ignoring the IPC for some time, despite our arrangements.” 

The moment that the IPCs name was uttered, there were a few hushed whispers from the room. 

The old man didn’t seem amused as he pushed himself from the sofa. He pulled his furred robe above his shoulders addressing the woman. “Snakes all of you… the IPC has no business in our affairs. We have made that clear years ago and still you continue to bother us.” 

“I think you forget what the IPC has done for you and your council members.” Obsidian mused, walking over to him. Several people unconsciously backed away as the woman focused on the council member that addressed her. “Your high walls may protect you from your citizens you lord over… but it won’t keep out those that are not programmed to do whatever you say.” In all honesty, it was a miracle that these fools had gotten away with it so long. She was face to face with the man now. It was clear he was scared of her, and the woman delighted in seeing the look of her prey. “So that begs the question, now that the snake is before you, what do you do, you fat rat?” 

Ratio had been silent as he watched the exchange. Getting Obsidian access to the main building had been the only order that he had been given. It seemed far below the usual methods that Jade had given him, but perhaps there was a reason Jade had insisted he work with the woman. 

The man seemed to be glued in his spot as Obsidian challenged him. He didn’t answer her, but she didn’t need a response. A blade hidden under her wrist was all that was needed. In a single motion she extended the blade, making a horizontal slash on the man’s neck. The motion was so precise, no one had an idea of what happened until a line of blood trailed down the wound. He opened his mouth to speak, but could only choke on his own blood. As the man collapsed on the marble floor, gasps and cries of horror came from the onlookers. Some disappeared to other areas in the room, others fled outside, rushing past Ratio to get away from Obsidian. 

For Ratio, the sudden act of violence rubbed him the wrong way. The room was completely empty by the time that he addressed her. “I hardly think that violence was necessary to persuade the people here.” 

“That’s because you don’t think outside of the box, Dr. Ratio.” She glanced at her blade seeing a bit of blood was on it. Bringing it to her lips, she licked over it. “My orders are simple… make these fools heel and bring them out of their cages.” 

“You killed a person for no reason.” 

Obsidian just laughed. “There was a reason… enjoyment. You should know that we Stonehearts care only about the results, or did little Aventurine not impress those words of wisdom on you? You did your job well Dr. Ratio, but everything that happens from now on is handled by me. Wait in the van or heal those poor souls that have run outside. It’s probably been the first time they’ve seen the stars.” She moved to go deeper into the mansion. The other rats would inspire terror with what they had just witnessed to the others. It was probably enough to elicit the right response to such weak worms. The next crowded hall just had her smile though there might be a few incidents of spilled blood. She might as well get some enjoyment out of coming here. 

Ratio was thankful that he and Obsidian had taken separate shuttles. He didn’t bother sitting in the van as the woman had suggested and instead made the trek back to the shuttle station. As far as his part in his nightmare, he had completed his tasks and neither Jade or Obsidian could fault him for this assignment. 

His mood was still sour as his shuttle headed back to Pier Point. Though he knew that he did nothing wrong, it felt as though he could have presented that man’s death somehow. He had always known that the Stonehearts were dangerous to an extent, but to see it so close bothered him. He was staring outside of his window when he heard his phone ring. A quick glance at the caller ID and he realized that it was Jade. He could only sigh, maybe Obsidian had said something to her. “Ratio.” He answered. 

[“Dr. Ratio. I hope that I didn’t catch you at a bad time?”] 

“No, I was actually heading back to Pier Point. Obsidian has made it clear that she could take care of things after I got her inside.” 

[“Hmm… I see, perhaps it is for the best.”]

“You are okay with that arrangement?” 

[“I am. Truth be told, I have something that I need your help on anyway.”]

Figures, another job so soon… He was at least hoping he could make it back to the apartment. “What is it?” 

[“Have you heard from Aventurine lately?”]

The question had him pause thinking back to the last time that they did chat. He took his phone away to look at his text messages with his lover. He still hadn’t responded after all of this time. “No… I haven’t.” Jade didn’t say anything which gave him pause. “Last we chatted, was before his trial.” 

[“Interesting… for him not to even tell you what he is up to makes me more suspicious.”]

“What are you saying?” 

[“Aventurine has been missing for the last five days.”]

The news had Ratio’s eyes widen in shock. That didn’t make any sense, where would he go? 

[“Heh, so now you see my dilemma. While his cornerstone is safe with Opal, it begs the question… why did he abandon his duties?”]

“You think I have something to do with Aventurine’s disappearance?” 

[“The thought did cross my mind, but there was a clue that has come about which makes me doubt that you are involved. It seems his phone was recovered at the shuttle station, tossed in a garbage basket.”]

For Kakavasha to leave that there… it didn’t make sense. Even if the boy ran, where would he go? What purpose did he have?  More importantly, his lover would have said something to him. 

[“Stop by my office when you get back to Pier Point.”]

When the company shuttle touched down, there were already IPC agents waiting for him. Though they framed it as security, the doctor wasn’t fooled. It was to monitor him. All the way to the upper offices, he kept going over what could have happened to the boy? Nothing seemed off the last time they spoke. 

Jade was waiting in her office when Ratio was escorted inside. 

“Please, take a seat, doctor.” 

He did so as they looked at each other. “You are wasting both of our time. I don’t know where Aventurine is.” 

“I figured as much. All avenues must be considered though. I would like your phone to examine.” 

Knowing that it wasn’t a request, he took it from his pocket, placing it before her. “Is there anything else I should be aware of?” 

“You may notice that you are being watched for the time being by our agents.” 

“You are treating that boy as though he is a criminal.” 

Jade grinned. “Technically he is. We just put him on a leash.” The irony wasn’t lost on her though as she gave a sigh. “I will at least let you know that Aventurine hasn’t touched any of his assets or bank accounts after looking into the matter. Whatever he is doing… he doesn’t have the funds to keep up that lifestyle for long.” 

Ratio wasn’t surprised by that, but there was something else going on that had far more dangerous implications. 

“That being said, I don’t think you had anything to do with this matter. But I need you to recount your last hours spent with Aventurine.” 

It was a few hours later by the time Ratio was allowed to leave. All he could think of was finding Aventurine. The IPC would no doubt look for him but… he couldn’t leave anything to chance. Going back to the apartment, he looked around for anything amiss. Even the cat cakes didn’t see him which made him glad he asked the pet sitter to look in on the little ones. He pulled out Aventurine’s laptop. Normally he wouldn’t have gone through his personal belongings, but he’d make an exception. There was no indication that his lover made any arrangements to go anywhere, and checking the company's business email only one thing stuck out to him. An email from Grace of meeting a client. The one that Aventurine had mentioned before he had stopped responding. Just who did he see?

Ratio mulled over it and knew that he would have to speak to Jade tomorrow about that find. For now, all he could do was wait and he hated that. It was as he was drawing a bath, his gaze moved over Aventurine’s jewellery on the counter-top. Since it was the trial, he didn’t put on his lucky charm or rings he normally wore. For Ratio, he wouldn’t have paid the items any mind, but as he stared at the jewellery… something was missing that Aventurine always carried even with the wardrobe change; his earring. 

 That realization had Ratio dashing to his computer. It was a detail that he never bothered to disclose to Aventurine even after the affair with Sugilite. In fact Ratio had nearly forgotten himself. The GPS was still active. Buried in the many files and folders, he finally found the module. Much to his amazement it was still active and pinpointing its current location had the doctor’s stomach drop. The signal was coming from a place that was all too familiar to him. 

“Kakavasha…”

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter Text

Ratio kept staring at the screen in disbelief. Out of all of the places in the world… Aventurine wouldn’t have gone there on his own; certainly not stayed. Which meant, his lover was being held there. There were a lot of emotions going through him as the gravity of the situation dawned on him. 

Finding Aventurine had been the hard part, but he had to make the right choices. That Sugilite had likely kidnapped his lover had to be weighed carefully no matter how much he wanted to rush to the Avgin’s side. Sugilite's mansion hosted many rooms and spaces to hide Aventurine. Going directly there would have him lose the element of surprise. 

How to address it though? It had to be calculated or everything could put Aventurine in further danger. His hand reached to his side, when he realized he had no pocket, he remembered that his phone was gone. Right… Jade had it. He needed to speak with her. 

Quickly putting on his clothes, he quickly went back to Pier Point hoping to catch her. 

It was rare for Obsidian to stay late in her office. However after the mission with Ratio, the toppling of the regime on [...], the aftermath had to be monitored closely. Though Jade and Opal stepped in to deal with the bureaucratic aspect of getting the remnants of the council to work with the IPC, her role was to stamp out any figures that would derail their “peace” talks. She was going over the list of potential targets when she heard someone shouting outside her door. 

Arching a brow, she slipped from her desk before peaking outside. Much to her surprise, she found Ratio standing next to Jade's door. “Doctor… You are being a bit too dramatic at this hour.” When Ratio turned around, there was a look in his eyes that gave the woman pause. 

There were so many emotions running through Ratio. He knew he had to act rationally, but it was hard to keep it together. “Call her. I want to talk to Jade, right now.”

Something was wrong. Obsidian’s arms crossed over her chest as she spoke. “Jade doesn't typically like to be bothered after business hours.”

Ratio's face hardened stalking closer to the woman. “If you don't call her, you can explain why Sugilite has died.”

The woman's face hardened hearing that. Whatever humor she might have had melted away hearing such a threat made on her partner. “Excuse me?” She was almost expecting the man to crack a joke. When she realized he was dead serious, her arms lowered from her chest. “I've always heard you were a brilliant doctor, but to threaten an IPC manager seems like you have fallen on your head.”

“He could be an Aeon and I would make sure he'd die at my feet.”

“Treasonous snake.” 

“Considering that creature is holding Aventurine hostage, I'm sure Diamond won't see it that way.”

Despite herself, Obsidian couldn't keep the surprise off her face. While she had no idea what Sugilite was doing, she knew he still hadn't abandoned his hunt. 

Ratio studied the woman's face. What he was expecting was for the woman to laugh at the absurdity but something seemed off. She wasn't saying anything and then he remembered the picture frame with Sugilite and her in it. “You know Sugilite has Aventurine don't you?”

“A rather baseless assumption, doctor.”

“But I am not off the mark, am I? That demon always planned to kidnap Aventurine.” He didn't want to believe that had been the case, but ever since Penacony, Ratio had never shook the unease when it came to that man. “Because he has always wanted that boy… and not you.”

The insult was enough. Her finger flicked under her wrist pulling out her short knife. 

Ratio saw that brief movement, he moved his body reflexively to the side seeing the way she had made that same slashing move to injure his neck. He had barely avoided it as Obsidian charged him. Using the power of Phase Flame, Ratio disappeared in a plume of blue embers, warping a few feet away. Knowing the woman's intentions, he wasted no time manifesting his tomb in hand. 

Obsidian slowly turned around bringing her blade up to her lips. Much to her disappointment, there was not a drop of blood present. She slowly turned to see Ratio had put some distance between the pair. She had never seen him, or anyone use such a move before. “It seems like you have been hiding some tricks up your sleeve, doctor.”

“You foolish Stonehearts always tend to underestimate me.” The thought remained though, he hadn't been expecting this turn of events. “You really plan to kill me to protect your precious Sugilite?”

The question did give the woman pause as she considered her own actions. Getting tangled up with her partner's antics had never been her priority, but she had reacted a bit too brazenly. 

The woman's lack of response was telling considering her behavior on the mission. In truth, no matter how much Sugilite deserved death, Ratio was still a doctor at heart. “Even if you were to kill me, I will win. Of that, I assure you.”

Scoffing, she easily countered. “I still would feel better ending your life, regardless of what happens.”

Ratio didn't doubt her, but perhaps this could work in his favor. “Then before you try to cut me down and incriminate yourself with Aventurine's disappearance, allow me to offer an alternative.”

“Why do you think I would help someone like you?”

“Because if I manage to elude you and escape this floor, you will be responsible for everything that happens afterwards.”

The woman narrowed her eyes. He was serious, even if Ratio hadn't raised his voice, the murderous intent in his eyes gave the woman pause. Even if she managed to kill Ratio here, the clean up before anyone walked into the office was not possible to clean up. There would be questions asked, ones that she didn't want to mention to Opal or Jade. 

“I know you covet your precious Sugilite.” He didn't… Not really, but he suspected there was truth in it by how she was acting. “I don't care how you do it or what lengths you use, but I will not tolerate his existence in this world anymore.” The doctor could only imagine what unspeakable torture Aventurine was going through. He warned Sugilite to leave his lover alone and the gloves were off. “If you truly value his life, I will grant you the option to deal with him yourself.”

This was a position Obsidian never thought she would be in. Sugilite was a fool, but knowing he was going to die without her intervention rubbed her the wrong way. Her options were limited, a calculation that Ratio likely counted on. After a few moments, she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Wanting to know just how hard this predicament was going to be, she asked the only thing that mattered in this juncture. “Have you told anyone else about this matter?”

“No one yet, in six system hours an email will be sent to Jade letting her know where Aventurine is. Call it insurance.”

In other words, the jig was up. Not taking her eyes off of the doctor, she reached in her pocket pulling out her phone. “I will honor your proposal, but I have a condition of my own.” 

“I'm listening.”

“You and I will never speak of this arrangement ever again.”

“As long as Sugilite stays out of my sight, you both are dead to me.”

Strangely, she believed his sincerity. “Give me five  hours before you head to rescue dear Aventurine.” 

Ratio narrowed his eyes. He had no idea what she was up to but if he wanted Aventurine unharmed, he would play her game. The only downside was that he hated to wait longer to see his lover. He didn’t give a damn about what happened to Sugilite, but he would not endanger the boy. “Not a minute over.”

With that stipulation granted, Obsidian looked on her phone for a special contact she had always been in touch with. For her, it was insurance just in case she and Sugilite ever had a falling out. It was another layer to protect her own illicit activities. When the person on the other line answered, she spoke calmly to them. “I have a task for you...”

It was getting harder to hold onto his sanity. Aventurine tried to resist Sugilite, but it was just like the older man had said.. . It only led him into being in more compromising positions, Sugilite forcing him to submit, reinforcing the idea that this was his new hell was terrifying. He was huddled in the corner of the room again.

He glanced at the cameras. Sugilte and his staff were likely keeping tabs on him. There was no semblance of privacy in his prison. Aventurine had no way to tell how long he had been here. The only constant thing was his feedings and forced showers. Those were usually supervised by the butler. The Avgin knew that he was the only one that tried to treat him with a modicum of decency. The other two muscled bodyguards only came if it was to force him to eat or shower. After the third time that they had put hands on him, the boy just submitted and did what the butler asked of him. The Avgin hated himself for it, but the less hands that touched him, the better he felt. At least that he could control to an extent.  

No matter what he tried though, nothing protected him when Sugilite came to see him. There was a chime that always sounded from the speaker to announce the man’s imminent visit. Aventurine couldn’t understand why he did that, if just to cause him distress and increase his anxiety knowing what was coming. By now, the Stoneheart had made it clear why he was kept here. Just a body to sate his sexual appetite, his personal pleasure slave. Hearing the chime ring from the speakers,  Aventurine visibility flinched. He didn’t move, if anything, he only curled into a ball wanting to disappear in the room. It didn’t work though, it never worked. Hearing the heavy steel door open had his eyes close tighter. 

Sugilite walked over to where the boy was huddled. Always in the same spot whenever he visited him. He only crouched down, running his fingers over the Avgin’s bare hip. “Not willing to present yourself before me I see.” He mused. “You would save yourself grief if you just do as I say, boy.” When nothing was said, Sugilite’s fingers moved up, until he grabbed a fistful of blond hair before forcing Aventurine to his hands and knees. He could still see defiance in his pet’s eyes but only smiled cruelly. “My poor precious bird, you hurt yourself so much resisting me.” 

“You honestly expect me to just kneel to you?” He countered trying to keep the pain from lacing into his words. “You kidnapped me, imprisoned me…” 

“That is your own fault. I was willing to let you roam free, but you clearly can’t be trusted.” And truth be told, this arrangement was much more convenient to him. “Struggle all you wish Avgin, but the outcome will always be the same.” Just to prove his point, he dragged Aventurine to the bed before throwing the boy on the soft mattress. 

Aventurine cried out when he was handled roughly. His own panic was increasing, feeling rough hands reaching between his legs. It would have been a blessing if Sugilite just took him, but he didn’t. He forced the boy to experience all of these feelings that were reserved for Ratio alone. He gasped feeling his glands being stroked. The Avgin looked off to the side, refusing to give the older man the satisfaction of seeing how badly his body was and continued to betray him. Aventurine hated him, all of those places he thought he was saving for Ratio, this man easily found them and was easy to exploit. 

“Avgin… you are mine.” Sugilite said feeling the boy’s body seize up, his member standing stiff as his fingertips slowly rolled over the boy’s glands. It was always a gradual progression, something that the Stoneheart loved watching as the boy gave in. After a few minutes, Aventurine was gasping for breath, his body flushed a few shades of red, and his cock hard, occasionally leaking precum as his fingers rolled over the boy’s slit. 

Aventurine was gasping for breath. It was a losing battle, but he refused to beg the older man for relief. He was sure that is what Suglite wanted, but even so… even if this drive him crazy and he couldn’t protect himself, he would never make himself be complicit. He heard the sound of a zipper lowering and Sugilite shuffling to get out of his pants and the familiar pressure of the Stoneheart’s cock pressing against his entrance. “You’re not Ratio.” The Avgin gasped.  

Grabbing Aventurine’s legs, he pushed them to either side of his hips before placing a kiss over the boy’s lips. “No… but you’ll learn to love me all the same.” 

Sugilite emerged from Aventurine's room, rather content with himself. As fun as the last week had been, he knew that he had to get ready for another mission. For the sake of appearances he still needed to ensure that he didn’t raise suspicion from Jade or Opal. It would give Aventurine a break from their activities he supposed, but there was still work to be done breaking his pet. Aventurine might have resisted, but he knew after a while, the Avgin would falter. The boy had submitted before, he would again. He just had to be patient in order to get the right results. 

Sugilite's sexual appetite might have been sated, but the baser one, his hunger still lingered. Taking a quick shower, he looked at the time. His dinner should be about ready. Dressing one of his many ornate pajama bottoms and silk robe, he made his way to the dinner hall. The butler was already there, prepping his twelve course meals. Excessive yes, but Sugilte would have hade it no other way. Take a seat, he motioned for the first course. 

The butler reacted immediately, bringing the first course. “Scallop, brown butter, pink grapefruit and tarragon canapes.” 

“Excellent.” He mused as the hors d'oeuvres were served in their shells. He used one of the smaller forks to pick the delicate flesh from their shell. A good warm up, but not enough to truly curb his hunger. “Give me the next course.” 

“Provolone and ricotta-stuffed squid with yellow pepper sauce.” 

“Heh, I see there is a seafood theme that the chefs have done.” 

“Yes, sir,” The butler said as he opened the next dish before setting it before Sugilite. “There was a fresh shipment that came in… they insisted that they use it before it spoiled.” 

It made sense. Sugilite had spared no expense when it came to getting ingredients for his meals. Some of course came from the Black Market, but there still were high end shops that were on the table as well. The moment that he tasted the baby squids, it was a good call as the flesh melted in his mouth. 

By the time the fifth course was served, he blinked, feeling a wave of sleepiness that seemed to come from nowhere. It was subtle at first, but by the time that he got to the seventh course, his eyes were struggling to stay awake. 

“Sir?” The butler asked as he placed the next dish in front of his benefactor. “Is everything okay?” 

Sugilite tried to answer him. His mouth opened, but he couldn’t register the words he was trying to speak. His utensils faltered in his hands before the Stoneheart collapsed from his seat drifting into a dreamless sleep. 

The butler watched the display, going over the fallen man and made sure that he had passed out. Reaching into his pocket he dialled the number for his true benefactor. “It’s been done. He’s ready to be picked up.” 

The news was enough to have the person on the end of the line sigh. At least Sugilite hadn’t made this difficult. [“I’ll be there shortly… let everyone know to leave the premises. I don’t need anyone questioning any of you. Get off of Pier Point and stand by for orders.”]

The instructions were simple enough. Hopefully the bodyguards, maids, and cooks hadn't gone too far off the property. Though Sugilite’s manor was expansive, he only employed the bare minimum to keep the place maintained. “Understood.” 

Aventurine only allowed himself to cry after Sugilite had left him. It was bad enough that the older man tormented him, but the Avgin didn't want to know how this entire situation was truly affecting him. Every place on his body was sore, bruises were forming around his hip and inner thighs, and the lingering sensation of pain was a constant dull throb. He was pathetic. The Avgin needed to find a way out of here. It seemed like an impossible task given the circumstances, but if gave up hope now, he would be admitting everything that Sugilite said was true. It was hard though, because nothing that he tried gave him any good results. 

He didn’t know how long he laid on the bed before he heard the steel door opening again. Aventurine hadn’t heard a chime, usually there was one before anyone visited him. Maybe Sugilite was messing with him, or had decided that he wasn’t even worth the extra effort. As if tonight couldn’t get any worse for him. He buried his head in the pillow not even caring what was going to happen to him. He just wanted to be left alone.    

“Kakavasha!” 

The Avgin froze hearing the name. Footsteps moved hurriedly in the room. It couldn’t be… just another trick by Sugilite. The older man would try to use Ratio against him but he refused to fall for it. Aventurine could feel hands trying to grab him by his arm and he sobbed again. “Stop it! Just leave me alone!” He choked out, knowing that his wants wouldn’t be considered but he didn’t care. 

“...Kakavasha.” 

Aventurine hated that it sounded just like him. The Avgin  remembered the time that he thought that he was with Ratio at the IPC’s Gala. He wouldn’t allow himself to be fooled again. He squeezed his eyes shut harder when he felt hands wrapping around his waist.

Ratio was trying not to lose it as he watched his lover. He could tell Aventurine was terrified, and the absence of clothing left little doubt just what Sugilte was doing to him in this hellish place. “I”m sorry... He won’t ever hurt you again.” 

It took a few moments for Aventurine to realize those arms holding him weren’t trying to touch him in a sexual way. If he opened his eyes, would that voice go away? Would the body holding him for dear life let him go? The Avgin could smell the faint scent of lavender as he opened his eyes. A distraught Dr. Ratio stared back at him. Nothing had made sense when he had come here, and Aventurine had a hard time believing that this was his lover. His hand reached out touching the side of Ratio’s face and much to his shock, the illusion didn’t break. “Is… is it really you?” 

Unable to help himself, he kissed the palm of his lover’s hand. “Yes,” Ratio whispered, trying desperately to keep himself from falling apart too. “I’m here.” 

The confirmation only had those floodgates open again. Aventurine didn’t know how or why Ratio was here, but it didn’t matter. He pressed his head into the crook of his lover's neck, he had never thought that seeing anyone could bring him such comfort. He cried, unable to hold anything back. It was the first time that he had shown such raw emotions in front of anyone.

Ratio could only hold onto the trembling body hearing Aventurine sob. He was so angry, so upset he didn’t see Sugilite doing something like this. The doctor would never forgive him, never regret what was happening to the bastard. Ratio wasn’t a religious man, but if he saw Obsidian or Sugilite after this, he’d make them pay dearly. 

When Sugilite opened his eyes, he knew immediately that something was wrong. He could tell that he was on a stone floor. It wasn’t the type of place that he would have gone willingly which already had him on alert. He immediately rolled on his stomach hearing the sounds of chains following each of his movements. He understood why when he followed its path and realized that the chain bolted to the wall, the other end was attached to something on his neck. He ran his hand over a heavy steel device, it was a collar no doubt that encircled his entire neck and held together by a locking mechanism. He couldn’t make out what it was, but it was clear that the collar had been made with deliberation. Worst still, all of his clothing was gone, something that he became increasingly aware of as he looked at his surroundings. 

Sugilite recognized this place. It was one that he had come to know intimately considering that Obsidian had tried every one of her latest toys on him. The familiarity should have brought him some relief, but he knew that something was very wrong. There was no reason why he should have been held in her play room. He tried to stand, something that he was no longer able to do. When he looked behind him, he could see bandages wrapped around his ankles and feet. He knew what it was like to be under anesthesia which is why nothing hurt now, but when the medicine worked out of his system, that would cause a host of different problems. His heart skipped a beat as the clarity of his situation dawned on him. Just what had Obsidian done? 

He kept pulling the chain, fighting to get the collar from his neck, but nothing was working. He was panting by the time that he had stopped trying to break the bonds. No matter how many times he tried to process what had happened, there was a glaring question that needed to be answered. 

Why?

It was only later when the door to Obsidian’s bedroom opened, did the gravity of his predicament hit him. She was dressed in her silk robe, a small bowl in hand. She smiled at him, her red lipstick shining in the dim light. “Suggy… I see you are finally up.” 

Her casual tone unnerved him. He pulled against the chain shouting at her. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

She giggled watching her prey. "Mm... Suggy you honestly break my heart how mean you are being to me." She gave him a playful pout before walking closer to him. "We've always been together, you and I." Gripping the chain, she forced the man closer to her. She could see the confusion and hurt in his eyes and pitied the man in a way. "I'm angry at you in a way… showing such interest in that Avgin boy. You would risk your life just for a mere pleasure slave?" Perhaps that is what bothered her the most in this matter. Aventurine was so… Insignificant. She couldn't understand the man's recklessness getting caught the way he did. 

Sugilite tried to keep himself upright but the sudden movement caused him to fall on his stomach. The wind was knocked out of him, but it paled in comparison to the rage boiling inside knowing she betrayed him. "This was not what we agreed upon!" He snarled at her.

Obsidian sighed. “You put me in a rather precarious position with your antics.” She doubted that her partner would appreciate that she had ensured his life was at least spared from Ratio and the IPC. Her expression became unreadable as she condemned her partner. “You will thank me in time for saving you… but in return for my generosity, I can't let you leave our play room.” 

“I am not your slave Obsidian!” 

“You might as well be.” She countered by throwing the small bowl in front of him. “I’m even going to be nice and give you a proper bed. If you are good, we'll see about removing that leash of yours."

The older man stared at it, there were small yellowish-white strips that had been braised in a broth. From the smell alone, he could tell that the meat had been given special care, and this was something that only his chefs… His eyes widened as it dawned on him what he was looking at. 

“The human body is made up of many different muscles. I’m sure you know what makes the difference between a fine cut of prime rib and the beef that is used in stew.” 

“What exactly is this?” 

“Your Achilles, the posterior tibial, the anterior tibial, and lateral malleolus tendon. It’s been braised in a sweet ragu with goat's curd and lemon. Simmered for a few hours, I would imagine that the collagen would even melt in your mouth.” 

“You forced my chefs to work with you?” 

“Force? I never force anyone. Pay them though… oh, I did do that.” 

“They were paid by me, they have been for ages.” 

Obsidian didn't so much as blink as she stared back at him unapologetically. "Suggy… you should have known that every step that you've taken, every credit you've spent, every breath you've taken has been watched by me for a long, long time."

It shouldn't have surprised him, she was above him in rank, but even so… for her to take such lengths had his heart skip a beat. "I've done everything that you've required of me, was flaying me alive not enough for you?"

"No, it's never enough." She replied, running a hand down his cheeks. "I love you… And you should love me too. We have always been made for each other."

Sugilite found himself staring at the woman in confusion. There was little doubt that he spent time with her, sex or not, there was something between them. Never in his life had he thought about having a true relationship with her.

Obsidian watched the man carefully. "You don't need that boy. Only I should be the one you think about."

"You're jealous."

"I had you first Suggy. Of course I am, and in time you will learn to love me too." She could see the murderous intent in his eyes. “You are mine now… and I'm not going to ever let you go."

Truthfully, Ratio could only remember pieces of everything that happened when he found Aventurine in that makeshift prison. There were several IPC members that had swarmed the mansion with him. It was quickly noted that the mansion was completely empty of all staff and Sugilite himself. When the doctor had followed the GPS signals, the bookshelf that Aventurine’s room was hidden behind was partially opened allowing him to access the steel door and disarm the locks that had kept it shut. If Ratio didn’t have the tracker to go off of, the prison room would have been impossible to find. It only reinforced that Sugilite had premeditated Aventurine’s kidnapping. 

Given his lover’s state, Ratio had called for an ambulance. The whole trip to the hospital he refused to leave the boy’s side. The examination and subsequent medical treatment the Avgin needed wasn't the worst that the trauma doctors had seen, but Ratio could tell even in that short time, Sugilite had truly damaged Aventurine. His lover barely looked at him, and didn’t say much to him or the hospital staff. He couldn’t blame the boy, but still Ratio held his lover's hand as he was taken to a wing to rest keeping a vigil over the Avgin. 

Despite the scandal, the IPC had kept the matter private. Ratio wasn’t sure if he agreed with that type of action. Sugilite deserved everything that would come to him. He almost regretted not killing the bastard himself, but if he ever came back, the doctor intended to make good on his promise. 

There was a knock on the door before Jade walked inside of the room. “There you two are.” 

“Lady Jade.” Ratio greeted. “I didn’t think you would pay us a personal visit.” 

Walking closer to Aventurine, Jade sighed softly. Considering she was so used to seeing a pompous and self assured boy that scammed the IPC, this side of Aventurine she hoped would disappear after his recovery. “The circumstances warranted my attention. It isn’t every day that something of this nature happens within the Stonehearts.” She gave Aventurine her full attention . “There are some things that I have been made aware of after looking at Sugilte’s records, but I need a statement from both of you.” She pulled out a small recording device to log the conversation. “I ask you to be truthful and overlook no detail.” 

“The beginning?” Aventurine asked. 

“Yes, Diamond would like a better picture of why things transpired the way that they did.” 

It was a conversation that the Avgin really didn’t want to recall, but there was no point in lying. He was sure that Jade probably already knew everything and just wanted clarification. “He bought me when I was a slave.” From there, he could only recall how their sordid affair had started.  

It never ceased to surprise Obsidian at the speed in which the IPC could investigate high priority matters. As Ratio had said, Jade had been alerted of Aventuine’s disappearance and had worked on the matter swiftly. Sugilite’s mansion, his assets, and those that he kept in close contact with were gone over with a fine toothed comb. Thankfully for her, Sugilite had very few people that were willing to deal with him on a personal level and she was one of them. 

There was a knock on Obsidian’s door. So rare that she got any visitors. “Come.” The door opened and much to the woman's surprise, she saw a familiar face. “My dear Lady Jade, it is a pleasure to see you.”

The woman's heels clicked across the floor as she joined her companion. “I know you are busy, so I will keep it short.”

Obsidian smiled, motioning the woman to join her on the couch. She reached into her chiller for a mini bottle of red wine for both of them. Normally it was in poor form to drink on the job, but management turned a blind eye with how high rank Obsidian and Jade were in the company. 

Jade graciously took the bottle before unscrewing the cap as she spoke. “We are conducting a thorough investigation into Sugilite.”

Hearing the man's name had her sigh. “You think he has had contact with me?”

“I know how close you two were.”

Obsidian could only shrug. “We were…  but it seems he has stopped responding to me.”

“A pity… I thought that might be the case, but Diamond still wants to leave no stone unturned.”

“Given what he is being accused of, I can understand why. To kidnap a fellow Stoneheart... He was rather bold.” 

“Yes, I was quite surprised that Aventurine reported he was held in his home all of this time. I was sure Sugilite was interested in just you. For him to pursue another man… I would have never pegged him as bisexual.”

“Hmm, well I suppose Suggy had his own secrets.” Obsidian mused. 

“Apparently so.” She reached into her purse pulling out a bunched up cloth. In the center, Jade pulled out the sugilite cornerstone. “I suppose it isn't a complete loss. Either in his hurry or negligence to get away, he left this behind.”

“At least the cornerstone was easy to recover.”

“Yes,” Jade mused, “Diamond was thankful for that. Still, he must be punished for his crimes. We are monitoring his assets and questioning his staff for a lead. I imagine he can't be too far away given his bank accounts haven't been touched.”

It wasn’t surprising that was the first thing that was done. She had given the staff explicit instructions to deny everything and only be told they were following orders and had no idea who Aventurine was. “You think he will try to contact me to escape?”

“You are the one that seemed to be the closest to him out of any of the other Stonehearts. Diamond would like to settle this matter as quickly as possible. None of the other Stonehearts have been briefed over what happened outside of you, Opal, and Diamond.”

She could not deny that. There was one last task Obsidian had to do to truly make sure no one found Sugilite. Loyal as Sugilite's staff were, she decided that it would be best to kill all of them just to cover her tracks. Dead men could tell no tales and she supposed besides Ratio, no one else needed to privy to that information. She would use any means to keep it that way. “I see your point… Should dear Suggy contact me, I will bring him to you.”

Jade finished her bottle of wine standing up. She had no reason to believe Obsidian would risk her life for her boy toy. Her companion would likely find someone else to fill that empty hole. “Please do, I should get back to my investigation.”

After Jade left, Obsidian sat back down at her desk. It appeared that the doctor would honor their agreement given that Jade seemed to only ask typical questions. A part of her was content knowing that her new pet would be the object of her affection from now on. “Oh Suggy… what a mess you have made.”

Maybe it was pity that Jade let Ratio and Aventurine take a few months away from Pier Point. While the doctor knew that the woman was the very definition of a capitalist, her willingness to try to work with them both through this was something that he was grateful for. She would likely make them pay for it later, but the end result was one he could handle. Ratio had taken them back to Veritas Prime. It seemed like the logical place to go that would try to get his lover’s mind off everything that happened. 

It was a slow process for Aventurine to heal. Unlike being influenced with the Nihility, the trauma that the boy was experiencing was old scars that weren’t so easy to get rid of with elixirs and tinctures. Ratio had tried anti-depressants and sleep medication, but he already knew that this would take months if not years to have any semblance of getting back to his normal routine. 

They spent a lot of time in the orchard watching the sun rise and fall. It was one of the few things that Aventurine looked forward to. Ratio was reading his latest biology book as Aventurine’s head lay on his lap. 

“I… never thanked you for saving me.” The Avgin finally said. 

Ratio glanced down from his book to his lover. "I would never expect you to."

Aventurine knew that, but even so… he really did owe Ratio is life. "You think too much of me."

The doctor closed his book, setting it off to the side as he gave his lover his full attention. “I'm the one that should be apologizing to you. I've always known that man… he wouldn't let it go." Ratio had been hoping that the threats given would dissuade Sugilite, it seemed to only make things worse.

For a while the boy said nothing, nuzzling his head on Ratio’s thigh. "I'm worried he'll come back."

The doctor’s hands ran down his lover’s cheek. “He has the entire IPC looking for him now. Such a brazen action will not be tolerated. He abused the trust of Diamond and tarnished the Stonehearts, that won’t be taken lightly.” 

It sounded good when Ratio said that, but there would always be that lingering doubt and fear. “I want to believe that… but it’s hard.” 

“I know, which is why I’m here with you, to help you take one step at a time… on your own terms.” 

Giving a sigh, Aventurine pulled himself to a sitting position. The sun was setting over the horizon and much like his life, there would be another rise and fall. He didn't think it was possible for him to have a simple life, he always worked on extremes. "It's hard doc, asking me to take control."

"Do you know why teachers often are hard on their students?"

"Heh, guess you don't want them wasting your time?"

"That's part of it yes." Ratio replied. "But also it is to push them beyond their limits. There are times where codding is appropriate, but the ones that stand out? Those are the ones that can think outside of the box, that are able to work under pressure and continue to come back no matter the task ahead of them."

"You think I am one of those people?"

"Of course, you learned from me after all. You are one of my students."

The reminder made the Avgin smile. "Perhaps… but I'll need time. Are you willing to wait for your poor one year joke of a student to get to that point?"

Ratio leaned over, taking Aventurine's chin and making his lover look at him. "We have all the time in the world." He saw Aventurine smile and couldn't help but return it. It would take time, but he was sure no matter what else would come their way, they'd face it together.

A\N: Whew, all done! The next section is just to get to know me a little bit better and explain where things go from here. Honestly, it's been a blast writing this story and I thank those who stuck with me to the end. Feel free to share your thoughts or give me criticism. It helps me grow as a writer. Even if this is the last story you read of mine, I hope you have enjoyed it. Thanks for welcoming me here in the fandom <3

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

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Just a little topic for myself for those that might be curious about where things go from here. I'll be taking a hiatus for starters. I usually do that anyway after I finish a major story to decompress. Where HSR is concerned, I would have been forced to anyway.

Since this is a "live service" game, my interpretation of a character is limited to the current patch. The evolution for a character doesn't really stop unless they are killed off in the story. I usually like to have a good grasp on a character before I dedicate a story to them, but I went against this trend when the Myriad Celestia Trailer: Stoneheart's Oath Ring: Both Ends of the Scale dropped. I admit to be rather taken by Sugilite when I saw him.

This interpretation of Sugilite as outlined in this story is certainly wrong, but that's what I extrapolated in the 30 seconds I saw him. I do hope he has an antagonistic personality when it comes to dealing with Aventurine, but I'll address that when more information comes out about his character. I will not be doing any more stories about Sugilite/Aventurine because I know my head canon is likely wrong. I don't want to get comfortable mischaracterizing Sugilite so I will leave this ship alone… for now at least. I am very particular about how I portray characters in my stories and the more in character they are, the story will be up to my standards.

For the Amorphous arc, I actually don't expect to see any Stoneheart/IPC lore drops in this patch or on Edo Star honestly, so I am effectively cock blocked. Most of the pairings that I am interested in writing about for HSR are actually connected to the IPC in some way. As far as other pairings you can expect me to write for HSR, typically it is the more toxic pairings, but this list is not exhaustive:

Jiaoqiu/Hoolay

Dang Heng/Blade

Welt/Void Archives

Jian Yuan/Luocha

Boothill/Oswaldo

Aventurine/Oswaldo

Diamond/Oswaldo

Phainon/Lygus

Phainon/Nanook

Don't get me wrong, Aventurine/Ratio, Jiaoqiu/Moze, Boothill/Argenti, Mydei/Phainon are nice, but I guarantee you, they aren't the prime reasons that I will commit creating a long fic. I can only handle writing 'fluff 'for so long before getting bored. Honestly, I wouldn't expect that type of genre with me barring one shot or "short" stories (Less than 20k). Most of my endings are typically viewed as "bittersweet", "tragic", or "sad", and I know that leaves a lot open for interpretation.

Right now I am going to back track to a previous fandom and finish a story I promised myself I would complete. It will probably be about 6-8 months, if I want to give myself a generous time frame. I do not think it will take as long to do, but I am at the mercy of my characters to an extent. I do not limit myself to a word count and just let the story and what I need to convey come naturally. Unfortunately I have a job, so my update times are slower than I would like. I know that some readers like to get it in one sitting, but I gotta take care of me first, fanfic writing is a destresser and I want to keep it that way. I am a quality writer over a quantity one.

By the time I am done with this other fandom project, the Amphoreus arc should be complete. I will be writing exclusively for HSR the foreseeable future unless something else catches my fancy. The next project will be involving Mydei. My main issue is how I want to address Phainon. I also want to do something simliar to a Kinktober, but it will be when I'm sure I can post the stories on a daily basis for 30 days. I might wait until next year to do that. If you are interested in seeing stories that I write for this fandom, feel free to check back then or give me a follow. If not, I do hope you have enjoyed this story.

Generally speaking, "Taste of Haven" is a typical story as far as my type of content I write about and how I present it. Just for the record, Ending 2 - this type of ending is rare for me to do. If you were able to get through Ending 1, you should be able to handle any of my content I create as far as "problematic" themes go. I am sure you might have noticed with my author's notes, I don't speak hyperbolically. If I use a tag or mention something in an author's note, then you should take it seriously. Things can go from zero to 180 fast lol. It's honestly hard to describe what type of author I am since I don't really like writing pure whump/torture porn, but I'm hardly a fluff writer either. I fall somewhere in the middle being a dark angst writer. I have no problem admitting I do tend to play mind games with my readers and you probably shouldn't trust me as a narrator. I have zero hesitation with killing any characters, even my favorites. It all depends on the story I am telling and what ending I am going for.

Constructive criticism is also very much welcome, as it helps me improve my craft. Fanfiction is just practice to help me with my personal works in the future. I read all of my comments and appreciate anyone who has given feedback on the story in any capacity. Feel free to chat with me on Tumblr and Twitter/X. I'm not in any public Discords since I'm new and kinda just like doing my own thing. Thank you so much for reading.

~shadowlink06

Written by a human in Ellipsus.