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The whole day had been horrible for Koyuki. He barely had his eyes open before Sakuya attacked him in the bathroom, causing his already sore body to feel worse in every spot (especially his ears and tail since Sakuya loved to pull and bite). He was nearly an hour late for classes which got him written up for a detention which he should have been at when the day finished, however, Gym had gone horribly wrong when he passed out in the middle of a dodgeball game. Upon waking up in the nurses office and immediately being advised to go home (not before answering some very embarrassing questions!), Koyuki barely managed to keep his eyes open on the way home.
The keys were tossed in a small bowl beside the door, shoes neatly placed in their spot and his backpack by the kitchen pantry. All he managed to remove was his socks (which of course were placed in the laundry basket) and his tie (drapped over the back of a chair before climbing into bed.
He couldn't even lay down properly since his ears ached. Koyuki could feel the blood pounding and every single twitch caused a sharp pain in his head. The lovely headache along with that was another wonderful bonus. Waves of cold and hot flashes caused him to shiver and whimper, hoping that Sakuya wouldn't be too terribly upset if he wasn't overly active in their sexual encounter later on tonight. The very idea of it wasn't all that appealing either.
Koyuki's eyes were watery and red from crying, hiding it the best he could because disappointment was not something he ever wanted to occur, but it wouldn't be long before Sakuya would be terribly upset...maybe replace him with not being able to keep up.
Pulling the blanket over his head, he curled up in the fetal position, hands lightly pressing behind his cat ears, sniffling and eventually crying once again.
Only seconds after Koyuki climbed into bed, Sakuya stepped into the threshold of his apartment, embarrassed to think he had overreacted when the school called to inform him Koyuki was sent home sick. Upon entering his bedroom, he noticed the door was slightly ajar and the curtains were draped and the lights off, the room pitch black. Eye adjusting to the darkness, Sakuya noticed the lump in the center of the bed, and suddenly felt unsure how to proceed. Maybe the phone call had exaggerated, Koyuki had been perfectly fine this morning when they-
A whimper muffled under the blankets caught Sakuya attention, and he quickly sat on the edge of the bed, hastily throwing the covers off. "Koyuki-chan."
The boy's disarrayed appearance was unusual, the boy's white shirt wrinkled, pants still on. The boy was sniffling, as if he had been crying.
"You should've called me and had me pick you up," he said coldly, hating how vulnerable the boy was like this and disappointed.
Koyuki had not been expecting Sakuya home till later on in the evening and so he wasn't sure how to react to the older man, barely seeing his face but the awkwardness hung between them. "I didn't want to bother you," he said weakly, "y-you always say to text...because you might be in a meeting...and I...if I felt better I didn't want you to worry..."
He would have sat up if he could, but the energy in doing so was not happening. "I-I...can go stay on the couch..."
Sakuya shook his head, reaching up to feel the boy's forehead, skin hot to the touch. "I also told you you can call if it's an emergency. Do you think your health is not important to me?" He reached over to switch on the lamp on the nightstand, allowing him to get a better look at the boy. The light was unexpected for the boy, and Koyuki immediately curled up, crying out at the sudden light. Sakuya had no patience for such antics and roughly turned the boy over onto his back, so he could examine the boy's face. Eyes were bloodshot red. Along with the boy's clammy skin, he seemed to be suffocating in his long-sleeve shirt.
"Foolish boy," he murmured, fingers deftly undoing the boy's shirt, "you're burning up and you climb into bed fully clothed?" Sakuya climbed into the bed, turning the boy to his side so he could fully take off Koyuki's shirt, then gently laid the younger boy back down and started on his trousers, methodically undressing the boy for the first time without the thought of sex involved. Koyuki looked absolutely terrible, and could barely comprehend what was happening around him, head lolling on the pillow, eyes half-lidded. Sakuya had little liking for an half-conscious partner in bed like this, and right now it looked like Koyuki was worse than he'd assumed.
"You passed out in gym, how did you get home?" he questioned the boy after he was done undressing him, palm stroking Koyuki's cheek before trailing down to his neck, where he felt just as sweaty and warm.
Somewhere along his shirt being removed he mentioned he was freezing, but Sakuya paid no mind and continued to undress him. Koyuki shivered and shook, regardless of the fact he was boiling absolutely everywhere.
"I took a cab home," Koyuki replied, "the nurse said I shouldn't walk home." The tip of his nose felt like it was frozen, and where the hell was the blanket? "Sakuya...can I have the blanket back?" His teeth chattered, "I've been cold all day...maybe a bath?" His words bounced about and the topic changed every few seconds.
"Don't like the nurse at school...she asked too many questions...head hurts."
Sakuya frowned at the question, the boy was much too warm to need a blanket, but he did so anyway. Instead of asking what questions the nurse asked, he told the boy, "I'm going to call a doctor, a special kind, since you still have your ears," which was another turn-on, ears did not leave straight after intercourse, so every time he continued to fuck the boy with his ears, it felt...empowering. Maybe later once they're completely gone, he'd talk about having the boy wear fakes. He kissed one said ear, eliciting a pained, broken moan from the boy. Ear sensitivity was another major symptom Koyuki had been experiencing since their first tryst two weeks ago.
Doctor Haruo specialized in 'pet' care and was prominently known to be the best. Easily finding the doctor's name in the phone book and using the emergency line, the doctor was immediately on his way once Sakuya stressed money was not an issue and the faster, the better for both of them.
Fast pleasantries were exchanged between both men before Sakuya took the elderly doctor (way too old to still be in business, Sakuya thought) to the dark room, not taking kindly when the doctor told him he needed to step outside so he could examine the boy. Barely containing his fury at such a suggestion, he questioned why. The doctor stressed it was protocol, voice leaving no room for argument that Sakuya reluctantly complied.
Doctor Haruo had been in this line of work too long that he could recognize certain warning signs. Though mostly men like Sakuya were hesitant and suspicious of doctors (most knew the power a doctor had when dealing with pets), this seemed to be the first time the man had dealt with a pet before, or a sick pet at that. Once the man stepped out, obviously angry at the doctor, did Haruo breathe out a sigh of relief.
"Koyuki-chan, can you hear me? I need you to remove the covers so I can figure out what is wrong with you and help you heal faster," he said gently, sitting down on the bed beside the sick boy and reaching into his bag for his supplies, noting how the boy was uncontrollably shivering underneath the multitude of blankets. And burning up as well, based off Sakuya's frantic phone call.
Koyuki remembered when Sakuya stepped out of the room that he was going to call a 'special' doctor to look over him, find the problem and make him 100% better. The new voice caught him off guard, but like the good 'pet' he was, the covers were removed and with a little bit of help from the doctor, he was propped up to lean back against the pillow. One of the bedside lamps turned on.
Pale green eyes squinted but eventually adjusted, looking at the elderly man who was carefully looking him over. Due to the fact he was alone with a doctor, it was probably the only reason he wasn't trying to cover his upper body, especially since it was littered with marks do to Sakuya's need to bite and scratch.
"Doctor..." Koyuki softly began, "do you have a pet? Or did you get married?"
Haruo smiled at the innocent question, putting the thermometer in the boy's mouth and listening to his heartbeat. Looking at the various marks littering the boy's body, Haruo tried to not show his true emotions, not wanting to upset the boy. Most 'pets' were very protective of their owners, especially when others accused them of abuse.
"Married for twenty-six years," he replied steadily, taking out the thermometer and writing down the temperate. 101 F. "I never needed a pet, but my wife talked me into hiring a maid to clean and cook ten years ago."
"Koyuki-chan, I need to ask you a few personal questions. I promise whatever you tell me will remain between the two of us, Sakuya-kun will never know, unless you want him to," Haruo said softly.
Koyuki's eyes widened, a gentle smile appearing on his face, "That's wonderful. People don't really believe in marriage anymore." He made sure not to talk when the thermometer was under his tongue, knowing it wouldn't give an accurate reading if he did. The doctor didn't mention what it was and neither did Koyuki inquire.
The idea of having a personal conversation with a doctor made Koyuki nervous. Sakuya was probably going to question and deal out threats once the older man was gone. "You can tell him...o-only if you feel you need too. If it's important."
"Rest assured the questions I ask are only normal procedure. Even as a pet, Koyuki-chan, you are entitled to basis rights," Haruo could see this did not sound familiar to the boy, and he further explained, "if your owner is neglectful or abusive, to the extent it is damaging to your mental and physical health, then you have the right to be removed from such environment."
"Now, I'm not suggesting that, Koyuki-chan," Haruo smiled. "I'll start off slow: Do you like it here, and do you like your owner?"
If Koyuki was going to be 'removed' after answering these questions? Where would he go? Would he be sent back to the agency, sharing a room with other rentboys once again?
"It's very nice here...clean. Sakuya lets me cook and make anything I want. Always gives me time after dinner to work on my homework and study. He says that's very important to make sure I take care of my education...regardless of my situation."
Koyuki hesitated and thought about his response to the next question, "Sakuya can be very kind at times...but, he has needs that I...I know I can't give fulfill." He looked down at his chest and would have blushed but the doctor already got an eyeful. "He's very aggressive...rough...it scares me a lot. He talks down to me a lot...especially when we're having sex. That's normal though, right?"
It was very normal, Haruo thought sadly. Most people who bought pets did not treat them well, though there were the rare few to did fall in love with their pets and marry them afterwards, sharing an equal, loving relationship.
"How long as it been since your first sexual intercourse?" Haruo asked, trying to determine how much longer the boy's ears would remain. "How often do you participate in sexual activity with your owner?"
"It was two weeks ago...yesterday. Yeah, that sounds about right. How much? Well...it depends on the day. During week Sakuya is content with twice a day, and sometimes up to four times a day on the weekend. That seems to be the pattern. I was late to school this morning because he...wanted to be together. Is that too much...or too little? I don't really know." Koyuki was concerned, was he not doing the most he could?
"You mentioned Sakuya scares you a little, do you find him capable of killing you or raping you? I know it's hard to say rape when you are...a pet, for his needs alone. Does he pay attention to yours?" Haruo tried to put it as delicately as he could, but it was inevitable. "Such as, orgasm denial?"
"I don't think Sakuya would kill me...but his temper, I-I can't say for sure. There have been times I've been really sore or not feeling well, but Sakuya wants too...so I do my best. I don't want to disappoint him."
At the question of Koyuki's needs he slowly shook his head from side-to-side, "Not really...not the sexual ones, really. Everything else...he spoils me, but...my wants are very different. Sometimes he'll kiss me, and I really like that, but I think he gets bored...he wants immediate satisfaction and I want to please him, but I want to take my time and he wants it so fast..." Koyuki sighed, looking close to tears as he looked down at the blanket, "I don't think I please him much."
Orgasm denial...
"Sakuya usually finishes first...sometimes I come before him but he's more pleased when I haven't...likes to watch me take care of myself. There have been times that it's just for his pleasure and then he's gone before I know it..."
Haruo wrote this down while judging the boy's facial expressions.
"I can see you care a great deal about your owner, Koyuki-chan," he told the boy softly, "and Sakuya-kun cares a great deal for you, most owners do not like doctors. I suspect because they know the power we have," Haruo did not mention Sakuya probably did not know this, and he wanted the boy to have this information before his owner did. Possibly to test if the boy would tell his owner or keep that tidbit to himself, out of assumption his owner already knew. For men like Sakuya it would be a good thing, to keep the man in line.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a medicine bottle, taking out two tablets and giving them to the boy. Luckily there already as a glass of water on the nightstand that he didn't have to leave the room. He preferred to watch the boy take the medicine. Unfortunately rough sex did not constitute removal, and Haruo knew his own personal views conflicted.
"What you need is to sleep," Haruo said, standing up and closing his bag. "No...strenuous activity for at least a week. I will stress this to your owner but if he does not listen, I will want to know, immediately. A pet's health overrides all owner's rights. So a week from now I will do a check-up." He looked at the boy's ears, knowing they would be gone by then. "Your ear sensitivity will continue to be heightened for another few weeks I'm afraid. Now, do you have any questions for me?"
"If I can't have sex with Sakuya...then he won't want me anymore, he'll have no need for me. He won't want to wait that long." It wasn't like Koyuki didn't know that Sakuya kept him for sexual wants and desires (that was his purpose after all), but he didn't expect the older man to want an equal relationship...and it was almost laughable to imagine so. "What's to stop him from kicking me out the second you leave?"
"You are his property, Koyuki-chan, and it is against the law to neglect or abuse your property," Haruo reminded the boy sternly. "And there are alternatives for your owner to look into...if such a thing were to happen, ownership will, by default, go to your first owner." Based off the boy's record, Sakuya-kun was his second owner. "If that did not work out, there is always a safehouse, with other neglected and abused pets." He put his card on nightstand, "I will be happy to take you there myself if it comes to that."
"Sakuya won't let me go back to Toshihiro, they hate one another. I can't even call him or be seen with Toshihiro...things would be bad. So, " he took the card, reading the information before looking up at the elderly man again, "will see. Should I...come out when you talk to Sakuya?"
"No, no, of course not," Haruo said, smiling. "I will talk to your owner in private. All you need to be concerned with is getting better, for both you and your owner." With that he turned off the lamplight and stepped out the room, and to no surprise to see Sakuya right outside the door, pacing in the hallway. Haruo smiled at the nervous picture Sakuya gave off, and the said man looked up, frowning.
"Well?" Sakuya said tightly, clenching and unclenching his fists. For whatever reason he did not like this doctor for throwing him out of his own fucking bedroom for thirty-three minutes (not that he was counting!).
"Sakuya-kun, I am sorry for taking so much of yours and your pet's time," Haruo apologized humbly, which infuriated Sakuya further. "Koyuki-chan is so sick from your...rough sexual activity and his body is run-down."
"Are you saying I am..." Sakuya trailed off, crossing his arms angrily, biting the inside of his cheek from saying anything more.
"It is not my place, you are within your rights. He's well nourished and clearly not lacking from other necessities. For now I will allow him to stay," Sakuya growled at the word 'allowed'. "Koyuki-chan is on strict orders to refrain from strenuous activity for a week, but I will tell you, personally, it is really two weeks for him to fully recover. If you decide not to heed my advice, there is a chance he'll relapse."
Sakuya glared at the doctor. "Two weeks? Doctor, he is a pet not a..."
"He may be a mere pet," Haruo said, voice turning cold, "to you but even pets have rights, and if you choose not to respect the law, the law will not be forgiving, even for a wealthy businessman such as yourself."
Sakuya knew a threat, even when coming from such an old man. "Very well. Is there anything else?"
"I will return in a week to ensure you're complying," Haruo said, lips curling into a satisfied smile at the other man's quick look of irritation. "Hopefully this lesson will teach you to take better care of your property," the doctor added with nonchalance.
Sakuya did not bother to show the doctor out, figuring it would be better in case he decided to punch him for giving him orders in his home.
Koyuki heard muffled talking outside of the room, and very carefully and slowly, he got out of bed to put on some warm pajama's. He still felt horrid and his actions around the bedroom took a great deal of effort. He worked up his body and was nicely flushed and a little dizzy as he opened up the bedroom door. The doctor was gone and Sakuya...was he in another room or did he just leave?
"Sakuya-kun?" Koyuki softly called out, wishing the sleeves on his winter pajamas were longer to curl his fingers inside of the material.
It was useless, Sakuya fumed. His laywer told him to listen to the doctor, telling him this was very serious. Hanging up on the man without warning, he heard the calling of his name and quickly headed back to his bedroom, to find Koyuki-chan looking forlorn and sickly in his night clothes.
"Koyuki-chan!" He couldn't help how rough his voiced sounded. "Are you delirious or just plain stupid? You should be in bed," he growled, taking the boy's arm and guiding him back into the bed, angry at this absurd situation. Sakuya did not take care of anyone. He was nobody's fucking caretaker!
"Stupid, fucking useless boy," he muttered, wanting to fucking punch something. Koyuki-chan looked at him with wide, scared eyes, head barely peeking through from under the covers. Sakuya reminded himself of the doctor's threat. He could deal with two weeks. No one would take Koyuki without his permission, but neither did he want such an useless, sick pet. He'd put him down first.
The doctor said he should take better care of his property...well, he had no intention of not doing so.
"Koyuki-chan, you will get better, I promise," he told his pet, lying down beside the boy, laying a hand on top of the boy's blonde locks, careful to avoid his ears. "I will not have a sick, useless pet."
What exactly was Koyuki supposed to say to Sakuya? He knew being sick made him useless and no doubt greatly unwanted. Koyuki wouldn't be surprised if he was replaced before the week was up. It was a very scary and devastating thought to have.
"I tried my best to take care of myself, Sakuya-kun. I slept as much as I could and always ate enough and took all my vitamins. Maybe...I was studying too much." Though he barely spent an hour on his homework a night, so the very idea didn't exactly work as a viable theory.
"I don't want to be useles...I'm really sorry..." Being the emotional boy he was and his lack of sleep and body in a battle of health, he crumbled and hid his face away from Sakuya, making sure to keep the sniffling to a minimum. He was such a child.
At the sound of the boy crying, Sakuya nearly lost it. Then a thought came to him, full-force and he couldn't hold back the panic and anger in his voice when he throw back the covers and shook the boy none-too-gently, but reminded himself to let go and give the boy room.
"What questions did the nurses ask you? And the doctor? Koyuki-chan, you didn't..." he didn't like how he sounded like he was pleading with the boy. "...I will not give you up, Koyuki-chan, even if you gave others reasons to. You are my pet, my responsibility, my property. People do not take things from me," he said, then let out a deep breath before adding, "and neither do I take things without other's consent. I would've done so a long time ago, before you were given to me. I do respect the laws and rules, Koyuki-chan. I just ask for...devotion in return. If you want me as much as I want you, then we are fine." It almost sounded like he was asking for the boy to love him, he thought incredulously. He took the boy's shaking hands in his own, feeling that small, fragile body in his arms and for the first time in awhile, since he started fucking the boy on a regular basis, he held himself back. It turned him on to hold something so delicate that he could break, that he wanted to break. So badly he wanted to...just fuck the boy, and maybe not even be so rough, he just wanted that gratification of being inside him and listening to his rapsy moans.
Koyuki openly cried in front of his owner, scared, frightened and fearing that bad things could happen now that his sole purpose was basically on the backburner for the week. He was shaking and upset himself, thought he might be sick and wanted to pull back as Sakuya held his hands and brought closer, arms wrapping around him that he wasn't overly accustomed too.
"D-Don't throw me away, Sakuya-kun...I'll be better! I-I'll find someway to get over this...you'll see!" Small hands gripped into Sakuya's shirt, rubbing his forehead into the man's right shoulder. "I must upset and frustrate you so much...you probably regret having me here. I-I can stay in the spare bedroom and you can...I can't give you what you want..." His cat ears lowered down against his head, he couldn't feel the act of it, but the sharp pains let him know they had at least changed position.
"If you don't want to see me this week...I understand. If that makes things easier. I don't want you to be angry..."
"Shh," Sakuya murmured, cradling the boy's head to his chest, daring to kiss his cheek, pleased with the boy's hysterics. It meant he wanted to stay, at least. Meanwhile, he thought of the alternatives. Renting a whore would surely suffice, or one of his many admirers would not mind taking the boy's place. Although he knew Koyuki-chan was not happy with their bedroom antics, he found it captivating to find someone so tiny and once pure, added with the fact that he was the reason Koyuki would be earless and enter the jaded world of adulthood. That alone made it worth it. This was just a minor setback, once the boy was well again, Koyuki will make up for it tenfold.
"I'm not angry, not at you," he whispered, thinking if he were kind and gentle with Koyuki for the next two weeks, the boy will be more receptive to his other kinks later on. He much preferred it when Koyuki was a slut and begging for it than an obedient mindless fucktoy. He knew one day Koyuki would participate more fully, if he showed he cared. Such a needy, clingy boy would do anything if he were shown any affection. Sakuya knew how much the boy loved it when he kissed him during sex.
"Koyuki-chan," he whispered the boy's name, looking down to see Koyuki's watery green eyes. He leaned down to connect their lips, gently parting the boy's lips and delving his tongue inside the boy's mouth, not taking but giving, encouraging the boy to kiss back and match him, nip and tongue. He pulled back once he felt his pet moan into the kiss, Koyuki's cheeks now flushed, and this time Sakuya was sure it wasn't from the fever, since the boy didn't feel as warm anymore.
"I will not have us sleep separately, sick or no," he said, turning around to turn off the lamplight and curling around the boy, "you are mine."