A Not So Pampered Pet 2/3
Title: A Not So Pampered Pet 2/3
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would make Jaejoong wear kitty ears and meow at me.
Summary: Jaejoong has made something of his unworthy existence. He has a seedy job and a seedy apartment in a seedy part of town. But it's more than most cats can claim. He's proud of his life, but being a cat makes him a target, and sometimes even the most independent need someone to save them.
Warning: Cat!Jaejoong (first part contains rape)
Poster credit goes to vik720
Part 2:
The last thing Jaejoong expected was a motorcycle. He should have figured. Long hair, the gun. Yoochun did not seem like a typical lawyer.
Jaejoong hated to leave his things, because they were his things. That he bought. But Yoochun said he wouldn’t need them. He had more than enough supplies in his kitchen, and Jaejoong would have a proper bed.
Jaejoong packed all his clothes and shoes, filling only three bags, and then added a few items that he wanted. He’d saved and splurged on a metal sculpture of a cat and a human curled on the floor. They were both smiling, and laughing. A moment from so long ago captured forever in metal. He had a few books that were his favorites, and his favorite old fashioned CDs. Yoochun said he had a CD player.
The three bags were uncomfortable against his back, but Yoochun didn’t have a way to transport them. Jaejoong thought of going to Yunho to say he was leaving, but Yoochun said that was a bad idea. For as much money as Yunho earned from Jaejoong, Yunho might have tried to kidnap him and keep him for himself.
Yoochun gave him a helmet. It smashed his ears, but without it, Yoochun would have gotten pulled over.
The engine roared to life, and Jaejoong clutched Yoochun’s waist tightly, hiding behind his back. His heart raced and pumped faster as the bike shot from the curb. Fear, more than he had ever known, filled him. He … he knew nothing of Yoochun. For all he knew, Yoochun ran a slavery ring and was going to sell him to the highest bidder. Or the man was a sadistic brute and would lock him up in a basement and fuck him and whip him and … He had restrained Jaejoong’s hands during that first blow job, so he had some kind of kink in him.
He’d spent his whole life making choices that let him be free, and now he was attached, tied and at the mercy of this man. He felt himself crying, though his tears were whipped off his cheeks with the wind. His fingers dug into Yoochun’s stomach tightly as they drove closer and closer to Jaejoong’s imprisonment.
Stupid. Plain stupid to go after a man just because of a pretty smile and the thought of money.
Jaejoong had no idea how long they rode, up and around hills and buildings and houses. Houses?
Jaejoong’s head shot up.
They were in a neighborhood. He’d only seen neighborhoods on television. It was early in the morning, and no one was on the streets. Yoochun slowed, quieting the sound from his bike. Jaejoong expected him to turn into one of the large houses, but he didn’t, driving past them all, and into the countryside. The countryside. Again, the place only existed in Jaejoong’s imagination.
Yoochun slowed, the blinker flashed red around them. The road he turned up was gravel. A few hundred feet ahead, an imposing black gate rose above them. Jaejoong hid his face as Yoochun stopped. He pressed in a code and the gate opened.
The bike was loud in the emptiness. Jaejoong felt really small as Yoochun drove through a tree lined drive. Darkness clouded around him, and it was ironic really. He was more afraid of all this empty space, the natural darkness, than he was walking in an alley where he could be beaten and raped.
Fear of the unknown.
Jaejoong shivered and held Yoochun tightly.
His voice said something over the whine of the engine.
Jaejoong stopped watching and shut his eyes, throwing his trust and life into the unknown man driving the bike.
God, he was so stupid.
The hammering engine echoed, and then died, and Jaejoong realized they were in a garage. He slowly unclenched from Yoochun’s waist, leaning back. And then he grabbed him again as the bike tilted.
“Sorry. Kickstand.”
Jaejoong nodded. His nerves were on edge, and he could feel the fur of his tail and his ears standing up straight.
Jaejoong gingerly climbed off the back of the bike.
“You okay?”
Jaejoong nodded, but he flinched as Yoochun reached for him. He looked down, not wanting to see Yoochun’s frown. Yoochun unhooked the helmet and lifted it off his head. The roar of the engine still seemed to echo in the silence.
“Let me carry those,” he said, reaching for his bags.
Jaejoong spun, keeping the bags behind him. If he … if Yoochun wasn’t who he said he was, Jaejoong could still run and have all his things.
Yoochun’s frown deepened and Jaejoong shook his head, not realizing that he was backing away until he hit the wall.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said, concerned.
He turned away, fighting to keep from curling into a protective ball.
Yoochun sighed. “I wanted to have this conversation inside, but it works here.”
Jaejoong’s ear twitched to show he was listening.
“I don’t want you to be surprised, but I have two cats living with me.”
Jaejoong’s head shot up and his eyes narrowed to slits.
“It’s not like that,” Yoochun said quickly. “I told you, I’m a lawyer. I defend cats, and I’m working on changing laws to protect your rights.”
“What rights?” Jaejoong snapped, and then turned away.
“That’s the point. Changmin was accused of stealing from his master’s shop, and I found Junsu almost beaten to death on the side of the road. His master tried to claim him from me, but I defended them both. They had no where else to go, so they live here.”
“It’s a little too late to say that I don’t believe you,” Jaejoong said.
“No, it’s not.” Yoochun looked at the ground. “Tell me, and I’ll take you back.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I wanted you to come with me.”
Jaejoong turned away, and then Yoochun continued explaining. “They love each other, not me. I’ve never kissed or touched either of them …”
“So I’m just your cat whore. Thanks.”
“Jaejoong.”
He winced at the reprimand in his voice. But he was right. Jaejoong knew what he was getting into when he agreed to come with.
“Please, just give me a chance. You can meet MinSu in the morning, and … well, then …”
Jaejoong bit his lip between a sharp canine. Still not looking at Yoochun. He nodded once, and then flinched as Yoochun took a step to him.
“Um … just … well, follow me.”
Jaejoong nodded again, but he waited until Yoochun turned his back before following. They exited the garage through a side door. Yoochun hit a button and the garage door jumped and slid down.
The door led to a long hallway with door every twenty feet or so. At the end of it was another hallway, and Yoochun turned left, only going a few feet before opening a door. He held it open and motioned Jaejoong through, but Jaejoong stopped and shook his head. He knew the way out, and there was no telling what was beyond that door.
Yoochun smiled in resignation and went first. Jaejoong followed slowly after him. He winced at the sudden light in the room.
And then his mouth dropped open. Yoochun walked across the largest kitchen he had ever seen. The first thing he noticed was the stainless steel gas stove and hood, and then the gigantic refrigerator. An island, and this dark brownish red countertops, and brown cabinets. Everything was gorgeous and clean and there were so many cabinets.
He met Yoochun’s eyes. And Yoochun smiled. “The kitchen.”
Jaejoong nodded, licking his lips. His apartment could have fit in the kitchen three times. At least.
Beyond the kitchen was a dining table, and then beyond that a sunken area with couches and chairs and a table and a gigantic television. Jaejoong had only watched television at Yunho’s bar.
Still trying to look at everything at once, Jaejoong followed Yoochun through the kitchen, and then down a short hall. He stumbled on a couple of steps, and Yoochun moved to him, but Jaejoong backed up.
“Cat-like balance,” Jaejoong whispered as an explanation. He didn’t want Yoochun to touch him right now.
Yoochun’s brow creased, but he nodded and let Jaejoong alone. A large winding staircase led up and Jaejoong swallowed. There were four floors. And probably a basement. They climbed the stairs, bypassing the first landing. On the third floor, Yoochun turned left and led Jaejoong down an opulent hallway that was about half the size of his entire apartment. There were paintings and tapestries on the wall. Cabinets and tables and vases and so much luxury that Jaejoong’s head was spinning.
Second door on the left. Yoochun opened it and this time, he didn’t go through the door.
“Your room.”
Jaejoong swallowed, stopping a few feet away.
Yoochun sighed and then left the door open and moved away from Jaejoong, passing him.
Leaving. Down the hall.
Jaejoong’s heart constricted. “Yoochun.”
The man stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“Wait, I … don’t go. Please.”
His back rose and fell in a deep breath, but he turned back.
“Please. I’m … sorry. This … this is …”
“Scary?” Yoochun supplied.
Jaejoong nodded.
He came back down the hall, and Jaejoong let him put an arm around his neck and press a kiss to his forehead. Well, he flinched, but only a little. Turning him, Yoochun led the way into the bedroom.
Again, Jaejoong stopped and stared. This was easily five times bigger than his apartment. Hell, the bed looked about the size of his entire apartment. The bed had four posts, with a light blue, gauzy canopy hanging around it. The linens were a darker blue, just the color of his pillow. So many pillows, and again the walls were covered in art: seascapes and beaches. At the far end were two doors.
“There’s a balcony, with a chair and a table for you to relax on. The sun hits that balcony perfectly at about ten in the morning.”
Jaejoong shivered, wondering when the last time was that he sat in the sun.
“The far door is the bathroom, would you like to take a shower?”
Jaejoong froze, unable to respond, but Yoochun seemed to understand. “The other opening is the closet. It’s about the size of your apartment.”
Jaejoong snorted and then looked up. “This … it’s too much, Yoochun. Too … “ He hid his face in Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun rubbed his face on Jaejoong’s head, lips catching an ear. Jaejoong shivered.
“You deserve more than this, Jaejoong.”
He shook his head, and then realized he was crying. He turned away from Yoochun, and finally let his bags fall. He did not deserve such opulence.
“My room is right above here. Well, my room is entirety of the fourth floor. MinSu share a room down the hall. If … if you aren’t comfortable here, there is a guest house across the property, and you can live there.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. “A … a house?”
“If you want it.”
“This is so much. So much.” Jaejoong slowly moved into the middle of the room, dazed. In awe. He was aware of Yoochun following him. There was enough room that if he needed to, he could dodge Yoochun and run out of the room. He thought he could remember how they got here. Run free outside.
Instead he kept moving deeper into the room.
The bathroom was gigantic. The long vanity had two bowl sinks, at the far end was a shower with two shower heads, and everything was blue. Blue tile and blue counters, and a door leading off to a toilet. There was a giant tub that looked more complicated than a normal bathtub.
Jaejoong swallowed and turned to Yoochun with wide eyes.
Yoochun smiled.
“This is too much, Yoo-Yoochun. I … can’t live like this.”
He nodded. “I … I’m sorry.”
Jaejoong stared at him and then burst out laughing. “Why are you sorry?”
He shrugged, looking away. “I want you to be happy, comfortable, and … this is all I have to offer you.”
Jaejoong covered the distance between them. He hugged Yoochun tightly. “This is so much. It’s … I’m sorry. I’m so overwhelmed.”
They held each other for a moment and then Jaejoong pulled away. He lifted his head and kissed Yoochun softly.
“Stay with me, please, I …”
Yoochun nodded. “Let’s take a shower, and let me pamper you like you deserve.”
Jaejoong shivered, but he nodded. He felt nervous and unsure, but he let Yoochun take his shirt off. His skin pebbled from anticipation. Yoochun slipped out of his jacket and Jaejoong put his hands under his shirt, seeking warmth. Yoochun held him tightly, and then with a press of lips against his forehead, whispered for him to get undressed.
Yoochun stepped away from him and went to the shower. He reached in and turned a tap. Water tumbled from a shower head in a steady stream. Jaejoong shivered and watched as Yoochun pulled his clothes off. He gave himself a pep talk and did the same. Yoochun tested the water before stepping under the stream, he adjusted it, and shivered, ducking under. Jaejoong took a deep breath and joined him.
The water almost burned on his skin. Jaejoong wasn’t used to water so hot, and he jumped back from it.
Yoochun looked at him, concerned.
“Hot,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun smiled and adjusted the temperature again. Jaejoong tentatively stuck out his arm, and the water was warm, not too bad, still warmer than he had ever felt before. He stepped in and shivered. Yoochun’s arms went around his body. “Better?”
Jaejoong nodded. He pulled Jaejoong right under the spray, and Jaejoong shut his eyes as the water streamed over his head and down his body. He clung to Yoochun, shaking and suddenly crying. Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s body, lower back to his shoulders, over and over, hand rubbing and scratching his scalp.
“You okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” With one hand still around Jaejoong’s waist, Yoochun reached for shampoo. He washed Jaejoong’s hair, careful of his ears and then added conditioner before running a loufa and body wash over him completely. Jaejoong shivered under his touch, not in lust, but in disbelief. No one had ever been so concerned for him.
As soon as he was done, he kissed Jaejoong softly and whispered at him to hang on a moment. He quickly washed himself, and then rinsed off. He made sure Jaejoong was all free of soap and then turned the water off.
The entire bathroom was full of steam. Hanging near them were two dark blue robes and Yoochun grabbed one and handed it to Jaejoong. He slipped it on, purring at the soft touch of fluffy material. He wrapped himself in it, smiling widely and looked up at Yoochun.
Yoochun laughed. “Like that?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Then it’s yours.”
Jaejoong buried his nose in the softness. It smelled of trees and flowers. Fresh. Nothing like his things. He turned away from Yoochun before he could cry again, and quickly left the bathroom. But he stopped only a few feet into the room. Unsure.
Yoochun came up behind him and put his arm around his shoulders. He applied pressure and Jaejoong followed the lead to the bed. He was shaking as they climbed onto the soft mattress. The bed was so large, and Jaejoong stopped, right at the foot.
Yoochun sat in the middle and looked at him with concern again.
“I … I can’t. It’s too … it’s … “
Yoochun smiled suddenly. “That’s okay. Get up.”
Confused, Jaejoong got off the bed. Yoochun took armfuls of pillows and tossed them on the area rug. And then he took off the blankets, the under one, and the main comforter. He folded them and put them on the floor before organizing the pillows around, sort of like enclosing it, protecting them inside.
Jaejoong covered his smile with a hand, ears perking, tail waving. He laughed as Yoochun lay down, fluffing the pillows, and getting comfortable. He propped up on an elbow and smiled.
“Better?”
Jaejoong nodded. He climbed onto the blankets, and his normal confidence returned. He crawled to Yoochun, smirking when the other swallowed deeply. Their lips pressed together, and Jaejoong let himself be drawn down and wrapped up in his arms. The hooker part of him was ready for sex, but Yoochun kept the kiss small before breaking away.
“Try to sleep. It’s late.”
Jaejoong wondered if he should push for it, like he did before, and thank Yoochun with his body. But Yoochun’s eyes shut, and he leaned back, arms above his head. Jaejoong grinned and snuggled next to him. Yoochun’s arm dropped and rubbed his back and side. Jaejoong purred, arching into the touches, taking them for comfort and not lust.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong woke up warm, well-rested and happy. It lasted for a moment, and then he realized that the blanket under him was not his blanket and there was someone sleeping next to him. He pushed up quickly with a gasp, eyes blinking against the sunlight streaming through the room. The night before slammed into his memories and he looked down at Yoochun’s sleeping figure.
Jaejoong’s breath caught. The man was beautiful. Jaejoong had only seen him in dim light. His long hair fanned out around him. Round cheeks, and a plump lower lip that Jaejoong remembered pressed against his own lips. Everything about him screamed sincerity, trust, love, but Jaejoong was still doubtful. He hoped Yoochun wasn’t just drawing him into a false sense of security.
Yoochun’s pale skin almost shined in the light, sun kissing his dusky nipples. Jaejoong licked his teeth. He’d sucked on those nipples. His cock stirred, and Jaejoong moved back a few feet to really see all of him.
They had both fallen asleep in the robes, and Yoochun’s was open. The flap was covering his crotch, but his chest and a leg were on display. Jaejoong licked his lips again.
Jaejoong very carefully reached forward. He hooked a finger on the robe and slowly pulled it away, baring his cock. Even more slowly, he shuffled forward. Not touching Yoochun at all, Jaejoong leaned over, hands right next to his hip. He breathed on Yoochun’s cock, almost laughing as it jerked. Jaejoong licked the tip. It lifted, caught on his rough tongue, and then dropped. He licked it again. It swelled, and Yoochun moaned, hips moving.
Jaejoong pressed his lips against the soft shaft, and then opened his mouth and sucked it in. He rolled the softness around his tongue. A moment later, it grew hard. And Yoochun moaned again. Jaejoong sucked a little harder, bringing a hand to cup Yoochun’s balls.
“Hm, Jae. God.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes up and met Yoochun’s tired gaze. His eyes shut with a moan and his hips rose. A hand landed on his head, and Jaejoong purred as Yoochun gripped his hair lightly. Jaejoong readjusted, now that Yoochun was awake. He moved between Yoochun’s spread legs, and with firm hands, bent Yoochun’s knees. Yoochun gasped as his cock went deeper into Jaejoong’s throat.
Jaejoong looked up at him again, eyes begging, and Yoochun’s fingers tightened in his hair. His hips rose slowly, and Jaejoong hummed and purred again, urging him on.
“Fuck, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong lowered his lashes and whimpered, ever the sub, wanting more.
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he jerked his hips up. Jaejoong grunted at the suddenness, and then took all of Yoochun deep. He took the hint and thrust up, moaning until Jaejoong’s nose met his stomach.
“God damn,” Yoochun groaned. His cock twitched and tangy precome filled Jaejoong’s mouth. He moaned, urging, begging, and Yoochun fucked his throat faster and only a few thrusts later, he spasmed, filling Jaejoong’s throat with come.
Jaejoong purred again as he swallowed, sucking lightly, fingers flexing on Yoochun’s hips.
Yoochun gasped and hastily pushed Jaejoong away.
Jaejoong smiled and leaned back on his feet. He licked his lips, clearing his mouth of come.
“Not … not that I’m complaining,” Yoochun said, “but I … I don’t want you to do that.”
Jaejoong froze and bit his lower lip.
Yoochun took a deep breath and pushed up so he was sitting. “This is why,” he said and reached forward.
Jaejoong inhaled sharply as Yoochun curled his fingers around his soft cock and balls.
“You’re not hard. You should be. You should find pleasure in whatever you do and … well, you didn’t.”
Jaejoong looked away, cheeks reddening in shame.
Yoochun touched his cheek and raised his face. “Don’t be ashamed, Jae. It’s not your fault. It’s what you’re used to.”
“But I …” Jaejoong gripped Yoochun shoulders, and then ducked his head, rubbing against Yoochun’s chin. “I want to. I want … I want …”
Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and hugged him. “You don’t need to do this to thank me. Okay?”
Jaejoong held him more tightly and nodded. “I … I didn’t. I promise. I just … you were lying all naked and … so beautiful.” He blushed again.
Yoochun laughed and said, “Okay, okay.” He kissed Jaejoong’s ear, caught the soft flesh between his lips and licked.
Shivers shot up Jaejoong’s spine and he moaned, curling tighter in his embrace. One of Yoochun’s hands slid down his back. Fingers scratched the base of his tail and then up the fur, stroking like you would an erection.
Jaejoong purred, whimpering at the attention. He was used to men touching him, but never how Yoochun was. Never so tenderly. He spread his legs, lowering his hips and jerked forward, pushing his erection into Yoochun’s thigh.
Yoochun pushed his upper body away, just enough to duck his head and press a kiss to his lips. Jaejoong whimpered as Yoochun wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking lightly. Yoochun put a hand on his Jaejoong’s chest and pushed until he leaned back on his hands. But he followed and pressed their lips together again.
“Can I suck on you?”
Jaejoong nodded, gasping. Yoochun smiled against his lips and moved his mouth down his chest in a serious of wet, open mouth kisses. He licked at his collarbones and dropped further to suck on his nipples.
Jaejoong cried out, eyes shutting, head going back.
Yoochun soaked both nipples in attention while his hand and fingers touched and played with the rest of his skin. But he didn’t touch Jaejoong’s cock, bypassing it, drawing more whimpers from Jaejoong.
He paused and Jaejoong opened bleary eyes.
Yoochun smiled and kissed him. “See? This. This is so much better.” His fingers wrapped around Jaejoong’s cock again and stroked.
Jaejoong cried out, elbows collapsing. He fell back to the blanket and his hands went above his head, clutching a pillow as Yoochun kissed down his body again.
When lips closed around the head of his cock, Jaejoong threw his head back and practically screamed. His cock pulsed, and heat engulfed the crown, dropping lower and lower, and as Yoochun pulled his mouth back, Jaejoong came hard, letting loose a desperate, ripping scream. He felt Yoochun gag, but he didn’t pull away, sucking Jaejoong through his release.
Jaejoong collapsed, chest rising weakly with even weaker breaths.
Yoochun’s lips pressed against his hipbone and up, crawling over his stomach and chest. He hovered over Jaejoong, encasing them in a wall of hair. Jaejoong smiled just as they kissed. He pulled away and Jaejoong hugged him, hiding his face in Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun chuckled. “Feel good?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Now that we’ve both had some breakfast, let’s go find something for lunch.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“You can cook if you want to.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“In that kitchen?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said and chuckled. “Come on.” He stood up and offered his hands to Jaejoong. He took them with a smile and let Yoochun pull him to his feet. After a quick kiss on his cheek, Yoochun led him to the dressing room. Again, Jaejoong lost his confidence and stayed next to the wall.
Yoochun smiled at him and held out his hands. “Yes, I’m rich. Get over it.”
Jaejoong tried to smile as Yoochun pulled him into the room.
“Stand there and be gorgeous for a moment.” He moved to a dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. He tossed them to Jaejoong and pulled on his own. “There aren’t many clothes here. I like keeping a few things, just in case, but … “
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. The closet looked completely full. “This isn’t many?”
Yoochun smiled. “When you see my closet, you’ll understand.” He came over with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. “These will do until I get Maia to wash your clothes later today.”
Jaejoong ducked his head and whispered a thank you. The clothes were so soft, even as plain as they were. They caressed his skin and he shivered.
Yoochun touched his cheek in concern.
Jaejoong leaned into the warmth.
“Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?”
Jaejoong blushed and shook his head.
“You’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun held him tightly for a moment, kissed his cheek again and then led the way out of the room. Jaejoong stayed pressed against his side. Everything looked less sinister in the day. Sunlight streamed through the bay windows at the each end of the hall, and he had to shut his eyes against it when they came to the stairs. The entire front of the house was windows. Jaejoong hid his face against Yoochun’s neck as they made their way down the stairs.
“I’m going to warn you that MinSu are probably in the main room, and they might be a little … over eager.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll see.”
The house was very bright, and Jaejoong realized that it wasn’t because of electricity. The colors on the walls were soft, the tile light browns. Everything was decorated so well. There were so many windows.
Jaejoong heard the sound of bickering before they entered the kitchen. He immediately saw two figures by the television, shouting at each other about something, and he hid behind Yoochun.
“Guys,” Yoochun said.
They both stopped and turned, and their eyes went wide, and the shorter one shouted Yoochun’s name and vaulted over the couch, running to greet him, and the other came more slowly. Jaejoong peeked around Yoochun’s body, eeped when he saw them and went back.
The one running stopped, sliding over the hardwood floor. “Who’s that?”
Yoochun turned and pulled Jaejoong out from behind him, Jaejoong kept his face hidden, but could see the cat through his hair. He was really short. Shorter than Jaejoong. He had calico markings on his tail and in his hair. One ear was brown, the other striped orange. The tall one had a gray tail and gray ears and dark gray hair.
“This is Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “He’s going to be living here.”
“A client?” the tall one asked.
Yoochun shook his head. “This is Junsu, and the tall one is Changmin.”
Jaejoong turned his head, but pressed back against Yoochun as he said hello and waved.
“What are you guys arguing over?” Yoochun asked. He took a step to move away, but Jaejoong clutched onto his body, burying his face in Yoochun’s side again.
Yoochun chuckled and pried him away. He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You have no fear walking around dark, leech-infested alleys, but meeting MinSu is scary? Well, I guess I can understand that.”
“Hey!” Changmin shouted.
Yoochun smiled and then said, “Weren’t you going to cook something?”
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and nodded. “W-what should-“
“Whatever you can find you can cook,” Yoochun replied.
“O-okay.”
Yoochun kissed his cheek.
Jaejoong caught Changmin’s smirk and turned away, a blush rising in his cheeks.
Yoochun was right.
Jaejoong did his best not to worry too much about it all falling apart underneath him. He was allowed a bit of skepticism, but Yoochun hadn’t ever hurt him, and cats did not hurt each other. He had nothing to be afraid of. Hopefully.
Cooking food in a giant kitchen for three cats and one human was not as scary as going into a back room and seeing four humans that wanted to fuck him. Different. But not scary.
(=^ェ^=)
Part 3: Relax, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would make Jaejoong wear kitty ears and meow at me.
Summary: Jaejoong has made something of his unworthy existence. He has a seedy job and a seedy apartment in a seedy part of town. But it's more than most cats can claim. He's proud of his life, but being a cat makes him a target, and sometimes even the most independent need someone to save them.
Warning: Cat!Jaejoong (first part contains rape)
Poster credit goes to vik720
Part 2:
The last thing Jaejoong expected was a motorcycle. He should have figured. Long hair, the gun. Yoochun did not seem like a typical lawyer.
Jaejoong hated to leave his things, because they were his things. That he bought. But Yoochun said he wouldn’t need them. He had more than enough supplies in his kitchen, and Jaejoong would have a proper bed.
Jaejoong packed all his clothes and shoes, filling only three bags, and then added a few items that he wanted. He’d saved and splurged on a metal sculpture of a cat and a human curled on the floor. They were both smiling, and laughing. A moment from so long ago captured forever in metal. He had a few books that were his favorites, and his favorite old fashioned CDs. Yoochun said he had a CD player.
The three bags were uncomfortable against his back, but Yoochun didn’t have a way to transport them. Jaejoong thought of going to Yunho to say he was leaving, but Yoochun said that was a bad idea. For as much money as Yunho earned from Jaejoong, Yunho might have tried to kidnap him and keep him for himself.
Yoochun gave him a helmet. It smashed his ears, but without it, Yoochun would have gotten pulled over.
The engine roared to life, and Jaejoong clutched Yoochun’s waist tightly, hiding behind his back. His heart raced and pumped faster as the bike shot from the curb. Fear, more than he had ever known, filled him. He … he knew nothing of Yoochun. For all he knew, Yoochun ran a slavery ring and was going to sell him to the highest bidder. Or the man was a sadistic brute and would lock him up in a basement and fuck him and whip him and … He had restrained Jaejoong’s hands during that first blow job, so he had some kind of kink in him.
He’d spent his whole life making choices that let him be free, and now he was attached, tied and at the mercy of this man. He felt himself crying, though his tears were whipped off his cheeks with the wind. His fingers dug into Yoochun’s stomach tightly as they drove closer and closer to Jaejoong’s imprisonment.
Stupid. Plain stupid to go after a man just because of a pretty smile and the thought of money.
Jaejoong had no idea how long they rode, up and around hills and buildings and houses. Houses?
Jaejoong’s head shot up.
They were in a neighborhood. He’d only seen neighborhoods on television. It was early in the morning, and no one was on the streets. Yoochun slowed, quieting the sound from his bike. Jaejoong expected him to turn into one of the large houses, but he didn’t, driving past them all, and into the countryside. The countryside. Again, the place only existed in Jaejoong’s imagination.
Yoochun slowed, the blinker flashed red around them. The road he turned up was gravel. A few hundred feet ahead, an imposing black gate rose above them. Jaejoong hid his face as Yoochun stopped. He pressed in a code and the gate opened.
The bike was loud in the emptiness. Jaejoong felt really small as Yoochun drove through a tree lined drive. Darkness clouded around him, and it was ironic really. He was more afraid of all this empty space, the natural darkness, than he was walking in an alley where he could be beaten and raped.
Fear of the unknown.
Jaejoong shivered and held Yoochun tightly.
His voice said something over the whine of the engine.
Jaejoong stopped watching and shut his eyes, throwing his trust and life into the unknown man driving the bike.
God, he was so stupid.
The hammering engine echoed, and then died, and Jaejoong realized they were in a garage. He slowly unclenched from Yoochun’s waist, leaning back. And then he grabbed him again as the bike tilted.
“Sorry. Kickstand.”
Jaejoong nodded. His nerves were on edge, and he could feel the fur of his tail and his ears standing up straight.
Jaejoong gingerly climbed off the back of the bike.
“You okay?”
Jaejoong nodded, but he flinched as Yoochun reached for him. He looked down, not wanting to see Yoochun’s frown. Yoochun unhooked the helmet and lifted it off his head. The roar of the engine still seemed to echo in the silence.
“Let me carry those,” he said, reaching for his bags.
Jaejoong spun, keeping the bags behind him. If he … if Yoochun wasn’t who he said he was, Jaejoong could still run and have all his things.
Yoochun’s frown deepened and Jaejoong shook his head, not realizing that he was backing away until he hit the wall.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said, concerned.
He turned away, fighting to keep from curling into a protective ball.
Yoochun sighed. “I wanted to have this conversation inside, but it works here.”
Jaejoong’s ear twitched to show he was listening.
“I don’t want you to be surprised, but I have two cats living with me.”
Jaejoong’s head shot up and his eyes narrowed to slits.
“It’s not like that,” Yoochun said quickly. “I told you, I’m a lawyer. I defend cats, and I’m working on changing laws to protect your rights.”
“What rights?” Jaejoong snapped, and then turned away.
“That’s the point. Changmin was accused of stealing from his master’s shop, and I found Junsu almost beaten to death on the side of the road. His master tried to claim him from me, but I defended them both. They had no where else to go, so they live here.”
“It’s a little too late to say that I don’t believe you,” Jaejoong said.
“No, it’s not.” Yoochun looked at the ground. “Tell me, and I’ll take you back.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I wanted you to come with me.”
Jaejoong turned away, and then Yoochun continued explaining. “They love each other, not me. I’ve never kissed or touched either of them …”
“So I’m just your cat whore. Thanks.”
“Jaejoong.”
He winced at the reprimand in his voice. But he was right. Jaejoong knew what he was getting into when he agreed to come with.
“Please, just give me a chance. You can meet MinSu in the morning, and … well, then …”
Jaejoong bit his lip between a sharp canine. Still not looking at Yoochun. He nodded once, and then flinched as Yoochun took a step to him.
“Um … just … well, follow me.”
Jaejoong nodded again, but he waited until Yoochun turned his back before following. They exited the garage through a side door. Yoochun hit a button and the garage door jumped and slid down.
The door led to a long hallway with door every twenty feet or so. At the end of it was another hallway, and Yoochun turned left, only going a few feet before opening a door. He held it open and motioned Jaejoong through, but Jaejoong stopped and shook his head. He knew the way out, and there was no telling what was beyond that door.
Yoochun smiled in resignation and went first. Jaejoong followed slowly after him. He winced at the sudden light in the room.
And then his mouth dropped open. Yoochun walked across the largest kitchen he had ever seen. The first thing he noticed was the stainless steel gas stove and hood, and then the gigantic refrigerator. An island, and this dark brownish red countertops, and brown cabinets. Everything was gorgeous and clean and there were so many cabinets.
He met Yoochun’s eyes. And Yoochun smiled. “The kitchen.”
Jaejoong nodded, licking his lips. His apartment could have fit in the kitchen three times. At least.
Beyond the kitchen was a dining table, and then beyond that a sunken area with couches and chairs and a table and a gigantic television. Jaejoong had only watched television at Yunho’s bar.
Still trying to look at everything at once, Jaejoong followed Yoochun through the kitchen, and then down a short hall. He stumbled on a couple of steps, and Yoochun moved to him, but Jaejoong backed up.
“Cat-like balance,” Jaejoong whispered as an explanation. He didn’t want Yoochun to touch him right now.
Yoochun’s brow creased, but he nodded and let Jaejoong alone. A large winding staircase led up and Jaejoong swallowed. There were four floors. And probably a basement. They climbed the stairs, bypassing the first landing. On the third floor, Yoochun turned left and led Jaejoong down an opulent hallway that was about half the size of his entire apartment. There were paintings and tapestries on the wall. Cabinets and tables and vases and so much luxury that Jaejoong’s head was spinning.
Second door on the left. Yoochun opened it and this time, he didn’t go through the door.
“Your room.”
Jaejoong swallowed, stopping a few feet away.
Yoochun sighed and then left the door open and moved away from Jaejoong, passing him.
Leaving. Down the hall.
Jaejoong’s heart constricted. “Yoochun.”
The man stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“Wait, I … don’t go. Please.”
His back rose and fell in a deep breath, but he turned back.
“Please. I’m … sorry. This … this is …”
“Scary?” Yoochun supplied.
Jaejoong nodded.
He came back down the hall, and Jaejoong let him put an arm around his neck and press a kiss to his forehead. Well, he flinched, but only a little. Turning him, Yoochun led the way into the bedroom.
Again, Jaejoong stopped and stared. This was easily five times bigger than his apartment. Hell, the bed looked about the size of his entire apartment. The bed had four posts, with a light blue, gauzy canopy hanging around it. The linens were a darker blue, just the color of his pillow. So many pillows, and again the walls were covered in art: seascapes and beaches. At the far end were two doors.
“There’s a balcony, with a chair and a table for you to relax on. The sun hits that balcony perfectly at about ten in the morning.”
Jaejoong shivered, wondering when the last time was that he sat in the sun.
“The far door is the bathroom, would you like to take a shower?”
Jaejoong froze, unable to respond, but Yoochun seemed to understand. “The other opening is the closet. It’s about the size of your apartment.”
Jaejoong snorted and then looked up. “This … it’s too much, Yoochun. Too … “ He hid his face in Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun rubbed his face on Jaejoong’s head, lips catching an ear. Jaejoong shivered.
“You deserve more than this, Jaejoong.”
He shook his head, and then realized he was crying. He turned away from Yoochun, and finally let his bags fall. He did not deserve such opulence.
“My room is right above here. Well, my room is entirety of the fourth floor. MinSu share a room down the hall. If … if you aren’t comfortable here, there is a guest house across the property, and you can live there.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. “A … a house?”
“If you want it.”
“This is so much. So much.” Jaejoong slowly moved into the middle of the room, dazed. In awe. He was aware of Yoochun following him. There was enough room that if he needed to, he could dodge Yoochun and run out of the room. He thought he could remember how they got here. Run free outside.
Instead he kept moving deeper into the room.
The bathroom was gigantic. The long vanity had two bowl sinks, at the far end was a shower with two shower heads, and everything was blue. Blue tile and blue counters, and a door leading off to a toilet. There was a giant tub that looked more complicated than a normal bathtub.
Jaejoong swallowed and turned to Yoochun with wide eyes.
Yoochun smiled.
“This is too much, Yoo-Yoochun. I … can’t live like this.”
He nodded. “I … I’m sorry.”
Jaejoong stared at him and then burst out laughing. “Why are you sorry?”
He shrugged, looking away. “I want you to be happy, comfortable, and … this is all I have to offer you.”
Jaejoong covered the distance between them. He hugged Yoochun tightly. “This is so much. It’s … I’m sorry. I’m so overwhelmed.”
They held each other for a moment and then Jaejoong pulled away. He lifted his head and kissed Yoochun softly.
“Stay with me, please, I …”
Yoochun nodded. “Let’s take a shower, and let me pamper you like you deserve.”
Jaejoong shivered, but he nodded. He felt nervous and unsure, but he let Yoochun take his shirt off. His skin pebbled from anticipation. Yoochun slipped out of his jacket and Jaejoong put his hands under his shirt, seeking warmth. Yoochun held him tightly, and then with a press of lips against his forehead, whispered for him to get undressed.
Yoochun stepped away from him and went to the shower. He reached in and turned a tap. Water tumbled from a shower head in a steady stream. Jaejoong shivered and watched as Yoochun pulled his clothes off. He gave himself a pep talk and did the same. Yoochun tested the water before stepping under the stream, he adjusted it, and shivered, ducking under. Jaejoong took a deep breath and joined him.
The water almost burned on his skin. Jaejoong wasn’t used to water so hot, and he jumped back from it.
Yoochun looked at him, concerned.
“Hot,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun smiled and adjusted the temperature again. Jaejoong tentatively stuck out his arm, and the water was warm, not too bad, still warmer than he had ever felt before. He stepped in and shivered. Yoochun’s arms went around his body. “Better?”
Jaejoong nodded. He pulled Jaejoong right under the spray, and Jaejoong shut his eyes as the water streamed over his head and down his body. He clung to Yoochun, shaking and suddenly crying. Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s body, lower back to his shoulders, over and over, hand rubbing and scratching his scalp.
“You okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” With one hand still around Jaejoong’s waist, Yoochun reached for shampoo. He washed Jaejoong’s hair, careful of his ears and then added conditioner before running a loufa and body wash over him completely. Jaejoong shivered under his touch, not in lust, but in disbelief. No one had ever been so concerned for him.
As soon as he was done, he kissed Jaejoong softly and whispered at him to hang on a moment. He quickly washed himself, and then rinsed off. He made sure Jaejoong was all free of soap and then turned the water off.
The entire bathroom was full of steam. Hanging near them were two dark blue robes and Yoochun grabbed one and handed it to Jaejoong. He slipped it on, purring at the soft touch of fluffy material. He wrapped himself in it, smiling widely and looked up at Yoochun.
Yoochun laughed. “Like that?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Then it’s yours.”
Jaejoong buried his nose in the softness. It smelled of trees and flowers. Fresh. Nothing like his things. He turned away from Yoochun before he could cry again, and quickly left the bathroom. But he stopped only a few feet into the room. Unsure.
Yoochun came up behind him and put his arm around his shoulders. He applied pressure and Jaejoong followed the lead to the bed. He was shaking as they climbed onto the soft mattress. The bed was so large, and Jaejoong stopped, right at the foot.
Yoochun sat in the middle and looked at him with concern again.
“I … I can’t. It’s too … it’s … “
Yoochun smiled suddenly. “That’s okay. Get up.”
Confused, Jaejoong got off the bed. Yoochun took armfuls of pillows and tossed them on the area rug. And then he took off the blankets, the under one, and the main comforter. He folded them and put them on the floor before organizing the pillows around, sort of like enclosing it, protecting them inside.
Jaejoong covered his smile with a hand, ears perking, tail waving. He laughed as Yoochun lay down, fluffing the pillows, and getting comfortable. He propped up on an elbow and smiled.
“Better?”
Jaejoong nodded. He climbed onto the blankets, and his normal confidence returned. He crawled to Yoochun, smirking when the other swallowed deeply. Their lips pressed together, and Jaejoong let himself be drawn down and wrapped up in his arms. The hooker part of him was ready for sex, but Yoochun kept the kiss small before breaking away.
“Try to sleep. It’s late.”
Jaejoong wondered if he should push for it, like he did before, and thank Yoochun with his body. But Yoochun’s eyes shut, and he leaned back, arms above his head. Jaejoong grinned and snuggled next to him. Yoochun’s arm dropped and rubbed his back and side. Jaejoong purred, arching into the touches, taking them for comfort and not lust.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong woke up warm, well-rested and happy. It lasted for a moment, and then he realized that the blanket under him was not his blanket and there was someone sleeping next to him. He pushed up quickly with a gasp, eyes blinking against the sunlight streaming through the room. The night before slammed into his memories and he looked down at Yoochun’s sleeping figure.
Jaejoong’s breath caught. The man was beautiful. Jaejoong had only seen him in dim light. His long hair fanned out around him. Round cheeks, and a plump lower lip that Jaejoong remembered pressed against his own lips. Everything about him screamed sincerity, trust, love, but Jaejoong was still doubtful. He hoped Yoochun wasn’t just drawing him into a false sense of security.
Yoochun’s pale skin almost shined in the light, sun kissing his dusky nipples. Jaejoong licked his teeth. He’d sucked on those nipples. His cock stirred, and Jaejoong moved back a few feet to really see all of him.
They had both fallen asleep in the robes, and Yoochun’s was open. The flap was covering his crotch, but his chest and a leg were on display. Jaejoong licked his lips again.
Jaejoong very carefully reached forward. He hooked a finger on the robe and slowly pulled it away, baring his cock. Even more slowly, he shuffled forward. Not touching Yoochun at all, Jaejoong leaned over, hands right next to his hip. He breathed on Yoochun’s cock, almost laughing as it jerked. Jaejoong licked the tip. It lifted, caught on his rough tongue, and then dropped. He licked it again. It swelled, and Yoochun moaned, hips moving.
Jaejoong pressed his lips against the soft shaft, and then opened his mouth and sucked it in. He rolled the softness around his tongue. A moment later, it grew hard. And Yoochun moaned again. Jaejoong sucked a little harder, bringing a hand to cup Yoochun’s balls.
“Hm, Jae. God.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes up and met Yoochun’s tired gaze. His eyes shut with a moan and his hips rose. A hand landed on his head, and Jaejoong purred as Yoochun gripped his hair lightly. Jaejoong readjusted, now that Yoochun was awake. He moved between Yoochun’s spread legs, and with firm hands, bent Yoochun’s knees. Yoochun gasped as his cock went deeper into Jaejoong’s throat.
Jaejoong looked up at him again, eyes begging, and Yoochun’s fingers tightened in his hair. His hips rose slowly, and Jaejoong hummed and purred again, urging him on.
“Fuck, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong lowered his lashes and whimpered, ever the sub, wanting more.
Yoochun’s eyes shut and he jerked his hips up. Jaejoong grunted at the suddenness, and then took all of Yoochun deep. He took the hint and thrust up, moaning until Jaejoong’s nose met his stomach.
“God damn,” Yoochun groaned. His cock twitched and tangy precome filled Jaejoong’s mouth. He moaned, urging, begging, and Yoochun fucked his throat faster and only a few thrusts later, he spasmed, filling Jaejoong’s throat with come.
Jaejoong purred again as he swallowed, sucking lightly, fingers flexing on Yoochun’s hips.
Yoochun gasped and hastily pushed Jaejoong away.
Jaejoong smiled and leaned back on his feet. He licked his lips, clearing his mouth of come.
“Not … not that I’m complaining,” Yoochun said, “but I … I don’t want you to do that.”
Jaejoong froze and bit his lower lip.
Yoochun took a deep breath and pushed up so he was sitting. “This is why,” he said and reached forward.
Jaejoong inhaled sharply as Yoochun curled his fingers around his soft cock and balls.
“You’re not hard. You should be. You should find pleasure in whatever you do and … well, you didn’t.”
Jaejoong looked away, cheeks reddening in shame.
Yoochun touched his cheek and raised his face. “Don’t be ashamed, Jae. It’s not your fault. It’s what you’re used to.”
“But I …” Jaejoong gripped Yoochun shoulders, and then ducked his head, rubbing against Yoochun’s chin. “I want to. I want … I want …”
Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and hugged him. “You don’t need to do this to thank me. Okay?”
Jaejoong held him more tightly and nodded. “I … I didn’t. I promise. I just … you were lying all naked and … so beautiful.” He blushed again.
Yoochun laughed and said, “Okay, okay.” He kissed Jaejoong’s ear, caught the soft flesh between his lips and licked.
Shivers shot up Jaejoong’s spine and he moaned, curling tighter in his embrace. One of Yoochun’s hands slid down his back. Fingers scratched the base of his tail and then up the fur, stroking like you would an erection.
Jaejoong purred, whimpering at the attention. He was used to men touching him, but never how Yoochun was. Never so tenderly. He spread his legs, lowering his hips and jerked forward, pushing his erection into Yoochun’s thigh.
Yoochun pushed his upper body away, just enough to duck his head and press a kiss to his lips. Jaejoong whimpered as Yoochun wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking lightly. Yoochun put a hand on his Jaejoong’s chest and pushed until he leaned back on his hands. But he followed and pressed their lips together again.
“Can I suck on you?”
Jaejoong nodded, gasping. Yoochun smiled against his lips and moved his mouth down his chest in a serious of wet, open mouth kisses. He licked at his collarbones and dropped further to suck on his nipples.
Jaejoong cried out, eyes shutting, head going back.
Yoochun soaked both nipples in attention while his hand and fingers touched and played with the rest of his skin. But he didn’t touch Jaejoong’s cock, bypassing it, drawing more whimpers from Jaejoong.
He paused and Jaejoong opened bleary eyes.
Yoochun smiled and kissed him. “See? This. This is so much better.” His fingers wrapped around Jaejoong’s cock again and stroked.
Jaejoong cried out, elbows collapsing. He fell back to the blanket and his hands went above his head, clutching a pillow as Yoochun kissed down his body again.
When lips closed around the head of his cock, Jaejoong threw his head back and practically screamed. His cock pulsed, and heat engulfed the crown, dropping lower and lower, and as Yoochun pulled his mouth back, Jaejoong came hard, letting loose a desperate, ripping scream. He felt Yoochun gag, but he didn’t pull away, sucking Jaejoong through his release.
Jaejoong collapsed, chest rising weakly with even weaker breaths.
Yoochun’s lips pressed against his hipbone and up, crawling over his stomach and chest. He hovered over Jaejoong, encasing them in a wall of hair. Jaejoong smiled just as they kissed. He pulled away and Jaejoong hugged him, hiding his face in Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun chuckled. “Feel good?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Now that we’ve both had some breakfast, let’s go find something for lunch.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“You can cook if you want to.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“In that kitchen?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said and chuckled. “Come on.” He stood up and offered his hands to Jaejoong. He took them with a smile and let Yoochun pull him to his feet. After a quick kiss on his cheek, Yoochun led him to the dressing room. Again, Jaejoong lost his confidence and stayed next to the wall.
Yoochun smiled at him and held out his hands. “Yes, I’m rich. Get over it.”
Jaejoong tried to smile as Yoochun pulled him into the room.
“Stand there and be gorgeous for a moment.” He moved to a dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. He tossed them to Jaejoong and pulled on his own. “There aren’t many clothes here. I like keeping a few things, just in case, but … “
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. The closet looked completely full. “This isn’t many?”
Yoochun smiled. “When you see my closet, you’ll understand.” He came over with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. “These will do until I get Maia to wash your clothes later today.”
Jaejoong ducked his head and whispered a thank you. The clothes were so soft, even as plain as they were. They caressed his skin and he shivered.
Yoochun touched his cheek in concern.
Jaejoong leaned into the warmth.
“Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?”
Jaejoong blushed and shook his head.
“You’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun held him tightly for a moment, kissed his cheek again and then led the way out of the room. Jaejoong stayed pressed against his side. Everything looked less sinister in the day. Sunlight streamed through the bay windows at the each end of the hall, and he had to shut his eyes against it when they came to the stairs. The entire front of the house was windows. Jaejoong hid his face against Yoochun’s neck as they made their way down the stairs.
“I’m going to warn you that MinSu are probably in the main room, and they might be a little … over eager.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll see.”
The house was very bright, and Jaejoong realized that it wasn’t because of electricity. The colors on the walls were soft, the tile light browns. Everything was decorated so well. There were so many windows.
Jaejoong heard the sound of bickering before they entered the kitchen. He immediately saw two figures by the television, shouting at each other about something, and he hid behind Yoochun.
“Guys,” Yoochun said.
They both stopped and turned, and their eyes went wide, and the shorter one shouted Yoochun’s name and vaulted over the couch, running to greet him, and the other came more slowly. Jaejoong peeked around Yoochun’s body, eeped when he saw them and went back.
The one running stopped, sliding over the hardwood floor. “Who’s that?”
Yoochun turned and pulled Jaejoong out from behind him, Jaejoong kept his face hidden, but could see the cat through his hair. He was really short. Shorter than Jaejoong. He had calico markings on his tail and in his hair. One ear was brown, the other striped orange. The tall one had a gray tail and gray ears and dark gray hair.
“This is Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. “He’s going to be living here.”
“A client?” the tall one asked.
Yoochun shook his head. “This is Junsu, and the tall one is Changmin.”
Jaejoong turned his head, but pressed back against Yoochun as he said hello and waved.
“What are you guys arguing over?” Yoochun asked. He took a step to move away, but Jaejoong clutched onto his body, burying his face in Yoochun’s side again.
Yoochun chuckled and pried him away. He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You have no fear walking around dark, leech-infested alleys, but meeting MinSu is scary? Well, I guess I can understand that.”
“Hey!” Changmin shouted.
Yoochun smiled and then said, “Weren’t you going to cook something?”
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and nodded. “W-what should-“
“Whatever you can find you can cook,” Yoochun replied.
“O-okay.”
Yoochun kissed his cheek.
Jaejoong caught Changmin’s smirk and turned away, a blush rising in his cheeks.
Yoochun was right.
Jaejoong did his best not to worry too much about it all falling apart underneath him. He was allowed a bit of skepticism, but Yoochun hadn’t ever hurt him, and cats did not hurt each other. He had nothing to be afraid of. Hopefully.
Cooking food in a giant kitchen for three cats and one human was not as scary as going into a back room and seeing four humans that wanted to fuck him. Different. But not scary.
(=^ェ^=)
Part 3: Relax, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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