Cat Scratch Fever 1/3
Title: Cat Scratch Fever
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu (Yunho/Yoochun BFFery)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I read something about them that I don't like, I take over their lives and write a fanfic about it, but I cannot do this in real life.
Summary: The locals on FLine 7 are sexy, exotic, and more than willing to fuck a lonely pilot. Yunho stops there so Yoochun can visit his catboy, with no intention of finding his own, but Jaejoong gets under his skin (in more ways than one), and Yunho finds himself willing to do anything for him.
Warning: Sci-fi fic, prostitution, cat!Jaejoong, cat!Junsu
A/N: ... *sighs* ... supposed to be a oneshot ... yeah ... *sighs*
This fic is for vk_loli again, because she was driving while I told her about this story on our way to Casper, WY. I wasn't going to write it, but ... yeah ...
The title was inspired by this song. And the lyrics work very well with Jaejoong's job description: Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent
Poster made by ponyboy! Thank you, darling! I love it!!
Part 1: Why One Should Not Trust Park Yoochun to Make Arrangements Regarding Accommodations
“Why the hell is it so cold?”
Yunho pried his eyes open. Something told him that it wasn’t time for him to wake up yet, but Yoochun stamping around the body of the ship made sleeping impossible.
And it was cold.
Yunho threw the thermal blanket off his body and then immediately pulled it back. “Why is it so cold?”
Yoochun shouted, “I don’t know. It’s freezing.”
Shivering, Yunho quickly pulled on his flight suit, yanking the zipper up to cover his bare chest. He shoved his feet into boots and then left his sleep cabin. The hallways of the ship were even colder than his room had been.
Yoochun was puttering around the rear of the ship. Yunho moved to the cockpit. He checked dials and ran a systems check. The diagnosis beeped a few minutes later.
“Looks like a meteorite managed to breach our sensors and smashed into the thermo controls,” Yunho shouted at him.
Yoochun came into the cockpit and Yunho laughed. He had on mittens and two flight jackets (his own and Yunho’s). A thick wool scarf covered his face. With the hat on his head, all Yunho could see were his eyes.
“It’s not that bad,” Yunho said. “I thought you liked the cold. You keep your room this cold.”
His reply was muffled. Yunho smiled, reached up and tugged the scarf off his mouth.
“It’s never this cold. How are you not freezing your balls off?”
Yunho turned back to the controls and pulled up the star chart. “I am. Where are we? We need to get that fixed or we’re never going to be able to lift off again.”
Yoochun sat in the pilot’s chair and a smile stretched across his face. He tapped the screen where their current location was displayed. “We’re awfully close to FLine 7.”
“We’re closer to Dheisal.”
Yoochun pouted. “Just by half a day. Please, Yunho?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Fine, but we’re only staying until the ship is fixed.”
“Longer than I need,” Yoochun said with a laugh.
A few more hours and it was too cold to sit in the cockpit. Yunho and Yoochun huddled up in Yunho’s room. It was closest to the engines, which meant it was the noisiest, but also the warmest spot in the ship. He held Yoochun close as Yoochun shivered. The other man had thrown three blankets over them.
“They’re going to have fires, and hot chocolate and a heater, and warm dinner and warm water to shower, and not to mention Junsu’s body heat and his tail and arms and …”
Yunho shoved him. “Shut up. I do not need to hear about your fascination with your cat boy. Again.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Jealous, darling?”
“No. Just glad you’re not going to be jumping me for once.”
Yoochun turned his head and pouted. “Am I such a burden?”
Yunho smiled and kissed him softly. “No.”
“You lie, and you need to get some from someone besides me anyway. You should find yourself a kitty.”
“Yeah, no thanks.”
Yoochun frowned. “No fun. We’re going to FLine. It’s practically a requirement that all tourists sample the locals.”
Yunho shook his head. “I’ll sample their food, not their people.”
“They satisfy different forms of hunger.”
“God, you’re cheesy.”
Yoochun tried to snuggle closer to him. “You’re warm.”
Yunho laughed. “Try to sleep.”
They both slept a little. Yunho was more in that “resting, but the slightest noise will wake me up” stage, and when the alarm sounded that announced their imminent arrival at FLine 7, he was awake immediately.
Yoochun protested when Yunho got up.
“Come to the cockpit,” he said and kissed the only part of Yoochun's face he could see (his forehead). “We’re almost there.”
Yunho sat on the edge of the bed to put his boots on. Yoochun curled around him, arms wrapping around his waist.
“The ship can land on its own,” Yoochun said. “Come back to bed.”
Yunho pried his arms off and said, “And what if that meteorite hit something with the landing gear that the computer didn’t catch and we end up burning in the atmosphere?”
“Then your ship is a piece of shit and deserves to be retired anyway.”
Yunho lightly smacked him. “Next time you’ll walk there.” He left the room despite Yoochun’s whine and headed to the bridge.
(~^_^~)
It didn’t take long to gain clearance and set up accommodations on FLine 7. Yunho left his ship at the docking bay after explaining the problem to the technicians. They assured him that’d it be fixed by morning.
A shuttle carried them from the space port and across the Sand Dessert. After being so cold for a couple of days, it was scorching in the heat. Yoochun was happy though. Yunho didn’t blame him. One of these days Yoochun would admit to being in love with the FLine Junsu.
Their hotel was in a secluded oasis of palm trees and grass about two hours from the space port. The building was on stilts and had many levels. Stairs snaked around the outside and up. Inside, Yunho knew there were elevators for tourists, but the FLines preferred to scamper on the building and up the walls.
Yoochun led the way into the hotel. A gorgeous female FLine bowed at them as they entered. Her hair was brown and white striped, the color mirrored in her tail as it moved back and forth behind her. She wore black pants and a purple vest. A small purple hat sat on her head, nestled between brown ears. Her feet were bare, toe claws painted a bright blue.
“Welcome to the Purple Line, Yoochun-sir, Yunho-sir.” The esses in her speech hissed. “Your rooms and companions are awaiting you. Your luggage has already been taken up.”
“Thank you,” Yunho said. “Wait. Companions?” He turned accusatory eyes to Yoochun.
He shrugged, unapologetic, and smiled. “Just in case.”
Yunho shook his head. “I won’t be needing-“
Yoochun elbowed him in the stomach. “Thank you, Meena,” he said, catching sight of her nametag.
She led the way to the elevators. She had a brief conversation with the male FLine in the elevator, and then the male bowed and welcomed them. He too wore only black pants and a purple vest, showing off the muscles in his arms.
“I think I’m going to leave you stranded here,” Yunho said in an undertone to Yoochun.
“I think you’re going to end up kissing my feet.” He eyed the FLine and said, “Or licking my paws.”
The FLine smiled and licked a canine. “Your floor, sirs. Dinner will be served in a couple hours.”
“Thank you,” Yoochun said, and eagerly left the elevator.
Yunho bowed his thanks and followed after him.
“Yoochun!” a voice shouted from the hallway.
“Junsu!” Yoochun shouted back.
Yunho shook his head, smiling as he turned a corner and found Yoochun with an arm full of FLine. Legs and arms wrapped around Yoochun’s body, and an auburn, almost red tail wrapped around Yoochun’s calf muscle. They ignored everything else and disappeared into a room. Yunho’s smile fell as he caught sight of his “companion” waiting outside of a door farther down the hall.
Attractive was the first thought through his head, but all FLines were attractive. He was shorter than Yunho with pale coloring and blond hair. It fell beyond his shoulders, but was currently braided in a thick queue. He had broad shoulders and a trim waist. Gorgeous. He was breathtaking, and in another circumstance, Yunho probably would have gone to bed with him. The tip of the FLine’s tail twitched back and forth where it rested on the floor. There were very faint white stripes up the length of it.
“Good evening, sir,” he said, voice deeper than Yunho had been expecting. He bowed, showing off a well muscled back and the small patch of fur at this tailbone.
“Good evening.”
The FLine was not wearing a vest. Only black pants, and a purple collar stood out harshly against his pale skin. Yunho sighed. It was one reason why he did not like coming to this planet. The FLine held out his hand. The leash hung loose in his fingers. Yunho looked at it, and then back at the FLine. He shook his head and said, “Is the door locked?”
The FLine bowed and opened the door, all without lowering the leash. Yunho walked around him, into the elaborate room and moved right to the wardrobe. After the chill of the ship, he really wanted to soak in a shower or a bath.
He heard the soft patter of the FLine behind him. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Do you need company, sir?”
Yunho shook his head. “Nope.”
He didn’t turn to look at him and went into the bathroom. There was a shower and a jiccuzi. He felt uncomfortable, so instead of the long soak he had been planning, he took a shower enough to warm up. After drying off, he pulled on the thick purple robe hanging from the door and went back to the main room.
The FLine was curled in a ball at the end of the bed. His tail waved lazily in the air above him. His fur and hair looked golden in the low light. The collar and leash were still around his neck. He turned his head, and a slow smile curved his lips, showing teeth, but not wide enough to show his canines.
“Is there anything I can do for you before dinner, sir?” he asked. He rose fluidly from the bend, uncurling and stretching with the same movement. Sensual.
Lust coiled low in Yunho stomach.
“No,” Yunho said, forcing the feelings away. “It wasn’t my idea to have you here. And I’d actually prefer it if you went to someone else.”
The FLine smiled. “I’ve been assigned to this room for the night. If I go back now, it will be my fault for not being pleasing enough for you, and I’ll lose out on my wages tonight.”
Yunho’s eyebrow rose. “Really?”
He nodded. “But if you won’t be needing me, then I’ll lay over there.” He pointed to a divan across the room. He moved to it, graceful, muscles in his legs and arms weaving under his skin. Just as easily as he stood, he curled in on himself and sat down. The end of the leash clinked to the floor.
Yunho watched him and then shook his head. “So now I just ignore you?”
“Until I’m needed.”
Yunho winced. “How … why …”
He stretched again, lower back arching as the claws in his fingers snagged on the plush cushion. Yunho had a sudden desire to feel those in his back and then he turned away, aware that all he wore was a robe.
“There’s not much else for us here,” the FLine said. “We’re a tourist spot in the middle of nowhere with no natural resources unless you need sand and no knowledge of space travel. I don’t mind providing a service to lonely sailor boys. What do you do?”
“Freight, mostly. Parts from here to there. Crisscross the galaxy.”
“Sounds … lonely.”
Yunho smiled as he sat at a table. There was a carafe of juice and a chilled bottle of wine. He poured himself a glass of juice.
“I should do that for you,” the FLine said.
Yunho turned around and smiled. “Cats are lazy creatures.”
His eyes went golden in irritation for a moment, and then he smiled. “And we serve even lazier masters.”
“So, kitty, what’s your name?” Yunho said.
There was a small growl at the implied insult, but then the FLine smiled. “Jaejoong,” he said.
“I know dinner is soon, but I’ve been eating space food for weeks. What’s edible around here?”
Jaejoong’s tail waved lazily above him for a moment, and then he rolled over, without falling off the small divan. His braid hit the floor as his head leaned over the edge. He looked at Yunho upside down. “Was that a request for me to service you, or an actual need for food?”
Heat spread over Yunho’s face as he picked up the double meaning. “Food.”
“Too bad.”
Jaejoong put both hands on the floor arched his back and with a little push, flipped over onto his feet. He straightened, all movements fluid and clean. Yunho wondered how flexible he was. Yoochun told him stories about Junsu, but Yunho had never actually seen an FLine in action before. Jaejoong walked across the room to a small cupboard. He crouched down. The black pants rode low enough to show off the dip of his buttocks. His tail twitched above, and Yunho unconsciously licked his lips. The light fur around his tail looked soft.
He stood up with a bowl full of fruit.
Yunho quickly looked away and took a drink of juice to moisten his dry mouth.
Jae smiled. “Do I get to feed you too? Or would you prefer me to cuddle in your lap?”
Yunho shook his head and took the bowl from him. “You could have just told me where it was. I can get it myself.”
Jaejoong smirked and handed him a fork before sitting next to him. Their legs pressed together. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Yunho took it and ate the sweet fruit. Some he recognized like strawberries and grapes, but there was also a tart yellow fruit and flakes of white around the whole thing.
“Pineapple,” Jaejoong said as Yunho looked at the pale yellow fruit. He leaned forward and snagged the piece from Yunho’s fork with his tongue. “My favorite.”
“Local?” Yunho asked while trying to control his blush.
Jaejoong nodded. A pink tongue swiped his lips and then he swallowed, “Yes. It grows in the palm trees by the coast.”
“It’s good.”
“Everything around here tastes good,” he replied with a low purr.
Yunho grinned and shook his head. “I bet.” He finished the bowl of fruit, sharing the pineapples with Jaejoong.
“There’s still an hour to dinner,” Jaejoong said. “What would you like to do?”
Yunho met his eyes, expecting to see lust or an offer or something, but Jaejoong was only curious.
“I noticed a sign in the lobby for the Oasis Gardens,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong smiled. “They’re gorgeous this time of the day.”
“Is it in your job description to give me a tour?”
“Yes. If you want one.”
“I want one.”
Jaejoong stood up. “Come on then.”
“I have to get dressed,” Yunho said as he stood as well.
Jaejoong looked over at his shoulder and his eyes roved over Yunho’s body. “Again. Too bad. I’m sure you’re going to have privacy issues. So I’ll wait here while you change instead of offering to help.”
He faced the door. Yunho contemplated him for a moment and then went into the dressing room. All of his clothes had been cleaned and hung up. He found a pair of black slacks he forgot he owned and slipped them on. A blue button down was next. He went to the bathroom and made sure his hair was presentable, and then went out to the main room. He slipped on his nicer boots.
Jaejoong turned and purred. “I think I like this more than I like the robe,” he said. He reached forward and straightened Yunho’s collar. Then, whisper-quick, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of Yunho’s shirt. “Better.”
Yunho tsked at him and lifted his hands to button it back up.
Jaejoong pouted and it was seriously one of the most adorable things he’d ever seen. He smiled and let his hands fall, leaving the shirt unbuttoned.
Jae smiled. He held out the end of the leash again, and Yunho shook his head. Jae opened his mouth to protest.
“You’re not an animal, Jaejoong.”
Jae smiled and then tapped a notice by the door. “All Pets Must be Leashed when Leaving the Room.” It was repeated in over twenty languages.
Yunho met Jaejoong’s eyes. He’d seen a similar sign in the lobby, but figured it had meant the tourists’ pets, not the FLines.
“It says you have to be leashed, and it looks to me like you are, so come on.”
“You’ll get me in trouble.”
“It doesn’t say I have to hold on to that leash,” Yunho said as they left the room. “Just that you need to be wearing it.”
Jae smiled and walked just behind him. “We’re supposed to crawl, but for some reason I think you’ll have a problem with that, too.”
“Damn straight.”
“Do you want to take the elevators or the stairs?”
Yunho remembered seeing the stairs on the side of the building. “How high up are we?”
Jaejoong grinned. “Only the tenth floor.”
“It’d be interesting to see the stairs, but we’ll take the elevator up.”
Jae laughed then. “Planning on tiring yourself out while we’re in the gardens?”
Yunho smiled. Jae led the way down the hall for the last few hundred feet. He opened a side door, and Yunho’s breath caught. The sky was almost purple, a deep indigo. The large sun burned a dull orange near the horizon. The light danced on the palm trees as they swayed in the desert breeze. It was almost cool. The land stretched in front of him and then disappeared on the curve of the horizon
“It’s beautiful here,” he whispered.
“I like it,” Jaejoong said at his elbow. “Come on.”
Yunho tore his eyes from the view and looked at his feet. The ground rushed up to meet him and he took a hasty step back, flattening himself on the wall.
Jaejoong lifted a hand to his mouth to hide his smile. “Are you afraid, little mouse?”
“No, just … it was unexpected.” Yunho took a tentative step forward and then retreated again. He kept one hand on the wall and then while Jaejoong laughed, he headed down the stairs.
“You live in space, hundreds of millions of billions of miles from land and this scares you?”
“Yes, well, I can’t fall and die in space, now can I?”
“May I show you how it’s done?”
“Sure.”
A golden blur passed him and Jaejoong jumped. Yunho swallowed a warning as Jae landed lightly on the wall, crouched. He smiled, showing full canines and then twisted and crawled down the wall. The sunlight glinted off his claws as they kept him stuck to the wall and Yunho decided that he did not want to feel those sharp points in his back.
In another blur, Jae crawled down the wall to the platform five stories below and then, on two legs, ran up them. He disappeared for a moment and then suddenly dropped from above, right in front of Yunho and Yunho jerked, foot slipping on the stair and the only thing to hold onto was Jaejoong. Jaejoong threw his arm up and dug his claws into the wall and they only fell a couple stairs.
Yunho’s breath gasped into Jaejoong’s neck, hands gripping his lower back.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Sorry.”
“Stupid stealthy predators.”
“Little humans as my prey.”
Yunho laughed, realized he was still holding to the FLine tightly and let him go.
“Slow now?” Jaejoong said.
“Yes, but …” Yunho swallowed and held out his hand. “Just in case.”
Jaejoong laughed and entwined their fingers. Yunho kept his other hand on the wall and they moved down the stairs. After a few flights, Yunho was able to take his eyes off his feet and watch Jaejoong in front of him. The braid had become a bit ruffled from Jaejoong’s trip on the walls. It fell between his shoulder blades. At one point, Yunho caught himself staring at the FLine’s profile: the rise of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the beauty of his skin.
“Why don’t you have whiskers?” Yunho asked and then mentally smacked himself.
Jae smiled at him. “I don’t know. Why don’t you have a tail, son of a monkey?”
Yunho laughed and shoved him in the shoulder.
“We don’t exactly find mice appetizing either,” Jaejoong said. “Though some FLines do have mustaches and beards. Doesn’t really count.”
Yunho ran the back of his fingers over Jaejoong’s cheeks. “Baby cheeks.”
Jaejoong purred and leaned into the touch.
Yunho snatched his hand away.
Jae smiled, unrepentant. “We do like to be petted.”
A few moments later, they arrived at the bottom of the stairs. Yunho did not let go of Jaejoong’s hand. The concrete sidewalks were lined with brightly colored flowers and small palm trees. Jaejoong explained the flowers, named them all and told their legends and history.
He picked a small pink one and tucked the stem into one of Yunho’s button holes. “Virility, longevity. The flower of passion and love,” Jaejoong said. “Grooms wore a crown of these on their heads and they were placed on a mother’s bed for strength while she gave birth.”
Yunho held both of Jaejoong’s hands and stared at his golden eyes. In the waning light, they’d gone from being wide to almost being slits of color.
“How well can you see in the dark?” Yunho asked.
Jae smiled. “Well enough to know when you blush.”
Yunho quickly released him and stepped back.
Jae laughed. “Come on.” He held out his hand again and Yunho took it. Jae sped up, and they walked over small hills and around fountains. There were a few statues that Jaejoong also explained as they walked by. At the end of their walkway was a large green field. Jae let go of his hand and ran, a dark blur in the moonlight. It had gotten completely dark while they’d been in the garden. Yunho lost sight of him quickly. He moved around the edge of the field looking for him, and then decided to cross it. The moon lit the field, but also covered it in shadows as little nulls and valleys appeared. Yunho felt someone watching him, thought for a moment of calling Jaejoong back and then stopped. Jaejoong was hunting him.
“You crazy predator. What are you doing?” he called.
Silence answered him.
The hair on his arms rose. What if it wasn’t just Jaejoong in the field? What if there were some FLine’s who hated their place in life and-
Something hard landed in his side and he fell to the ground, rolled three times and ended up on his back with Jaejoong on top of him, straddling his waist. Jae pinned his arms above his head.
“God damn it,” Yunho said once he could breathe again.
Jaejoong laughed. “That was fun.”
“For you. I think you gave me a heart attack.”
“Better kiss it better.” Jae dropped his head and his lips pressed against the exposed skin just above the edge of Yunho’s shirt.
Yunho gasped, hips arching. “Don’t, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong sighed, left his face there for a moment. Breath panting on his skin and then rolled away and onto his feet.
Yunho sat up, trying to bring his body under control.
“Dinner is probably ready,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho swallowed, nodded and swallowed again. Jae held out his hand again. Yunho looked at it, and then took it. Jaejoong hauled him up and then his hold loosened, but Yunho kept their fingers entwined.
“Do you want to eat in the dining room, or in your room?”
“How many guests are here?”
“Maybe twenty. Not many.”
Yunho thought and then said, “In my room. I’m not much for making small talk.”
“Really? Could have fooled me.”
Yunho grinned.
A few hundred feet from the door, Jae fidgeted and said, “I know … I know you don’t want to but I can get in trouble.” He held out the end of the leash.
Yunho sighed. “Fine. But no crawling.” He took the end of the leash.
“Then … don’t get mad.”
Just before they came into view, Jaejoong draped himself over Yunho’s shoulders. Those claws pushed into chest, not piercing. He purred and the vibrations traveled through Yunho’s body. He rubbed his face on Yunho’s back, and a moment later, Yunho felt his tail rubbing up and down the side of his leg.
He had no time to think about it though, as the front door whooshed open.
The hostesses smiled at them, and Yunho felt himself blush at their leers.
“Hurry,” Jae moaned, ending the word on a high whine almost like a meow.
It sent more vibrations through Yunho but in a different place. They were suddenly in the elevator and alone. Jae uncurled from him and then immediately stepped away. Yunho frowned and then stared at the leash still in his hand.
There was a thrill in this, he knew. He felt it, but it also wasn’t right. If Jaejoong submitted to him because he wanted to, not because he had to or because he got paid for it, then it would be different. Yunho knew that. He let the leash fall from his hand and watched it clink on the ground.
“Am I so undesirable?” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho looked up quickly. “No. It’s … wrong.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s life.”
“It …”
“Shouldn’t be? Are you going to promise to get me out of this life? Yunho, I’m happy here. I’m home. I see my sisters and my parents often. I make a lot of money and I get to have sex all the time. I’m not abused or …”
“Being leashed and forced to crawl on your hands and knees isn’t abuse?”
Jaejoong smiled. He stepped forward, close to Yunho and said, “I like the feel of a collar around my neck. I like it when it’s tugged almost to the point where I can’t breathe, and I love showing off my body when I’m crawling.” Lips almost together, Jaejoong whispered, “It turns me on. Don’t be ashamed if it turns you on.”
The elevator doors opened and Jae smiled before turning around. He dropped to his knees and then crawled out of the elevator. Yunho watched him. The door started to close and Yunho quickly left the elevator. He followed after Jaejoong, eyes on his ass and that tail flowing, twitching, snapping.
Jae looked over his shoulder. He smirked and said, “Meow,” in Standard.
Yunho shivered and refused to let his body react. “Get up and stop being an ass.”
Jae sat on his haunches and turned his head, confusion on his face. “Me-row?” A real meow.
Yunho heard the question and shook his head. He let himself into his room and said, “Get up or stay out here,” but before he could take more than a step in the room, Jaejoong swerved around his legs and was in the room and Yunho was regaining his balance.
“Stupid cat,” he muttered and shut the door.
Jaejoong crawled across the floor and jumped, landing lightly on the end of the bed, and Yunho stopped and watched as he licked at his arm.
“Knock it off,” Yunho said as he tried not to imagine that tongue licking him. Would it be rough, like a real cat’s tongue? Or would it be soft like the rest of Jae’s skin seemed?
Yunho turned away from him and went to the small kitchenette.
“I want to play,” Jae said.
“I want to eat.”
“Same thing.”
Yunho shook his head. Jae left the bed and hissed at Yunho as he went by. It made Yunho laugh.
“Dangerous little kitten,” Yunho said.
Jae smiled. “I can be. Now sit.”
Yunho sat and put his chin in his hand and watched Jaejoong patter around the small kitchen. He was gorgeous. Yunho was sure that Jaejoong was perfect. He had a sudden urge to touch the golden ears on his head. They twitched, turning, picking up sounds Yunho didn’t hear.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho said.
Jae smiled. “I know.” He fiddled with a few buttons and soft instrumental music filled the room. Yunho shut his eyes and listened to the violins and oboes and cellos.
“You falling asleep over there?”
“No.”
“That flower doing its job?”
Yunho opened his eyes and looked down. The pink flower, a little wilted now, was still in his shirt. Jaejoong set a plate of meat and noodles in front of him. “Can I feed you?”
“No, and please don’t do the cat thing. Just sit at the table and eat.”
“You’re taking all the fun out of this,” Jae said and sat down, pouting again. Yunho reached over and tugged at Jaejoong’s lower lip with the chopsticks, causing him to smile.
After eating, Yunho went to the dressing room. He undressed. The pink flower fluttered to the floor. He bent over and picked it up, holding it up in the light. With a smile, he put the flower between the pages of a maintenance manual. He slipped on sweats and a tank top and then went back to the room.
It was dim, the main lights off. Only a single lamp near the bed was on. Nerves filled him but a quick check for Jaejoong showed him on the divan across the room, curled up in a ball. His tail waved above him. His eyes almost glowed.
Yunho climbed into the bed. He hadn’t been tired until his body sank into the softness of the mattress.
“Oh my god, I need a bed like this on my ship.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
Yunho lay on his stomach, unmoving while his body relaxed.
“I guess I have to turn the light off,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho hummed. “Don’t care. Sleeping.”
Jae laughed and Yunho heard him stand up. He pried open an eye and watched as Jae walked across the room and turned the lamp off.
“Do you have to sleep in the divan?” Yunho asked.
“No, but it’s more comfortable than the floor.”
“Come sleep in the bed. It’s big enough for both of us.”
Silence. And then the edge of the bed dipped. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I don’t mind. Sometimes I share an even smaller bed with Yoochun. I think I’ll survive.”
Jae chuckled. “I purr in my sleep.”
“I’m used to the sound of the engines humming. It won’t bother me.”
The blankets moved and then warm body heat pressed against his. “And I’m a cuddler.”
Yunho smiled and put his arm around Jaejoong’s stomach. Bare stomach. But it wasn’t sexual. He was too tired for sexual anyway. Jaejoong curled against him, moving to his side and then Yunho had to move and by the time they were done shifting around, Jae’s head was on Yunho’s shoulder, one hand across his middle, leg over Yunho’s thighs. Jae rubbed his face on Yunho’s shoulder and then his neck. Deep purring vibrated from his chest. Yunho shivered and tightened his hold around Jae’s back. His tail slipped up and over Yunho’s legs. He took a loose hold of it and rubbed his fingers on the soft fur. Jae’s purring intensified.
Yunho had been tired two minutes ago. Oh well. With his fingers he found the end of Jaejoong’s braid and tugged on the tie, releasing it. He took his time, undoing the twists by feel since it was too dark to see. The hand at his chest flexed and the tips of claws pushed against his skin. He ran his hands through Jaejoong’s hair, pulling it over enough for it to fall across his chest. He rubbed Jae’s scalp and scratched at his back.
Jae moaned, almost yowling with need as his back arched. “Yunho, stop teasing me.”
“Am I teasing?” Yunho whispered.
“Yes. And I’m about to rape you.”
Yunho chuckled. He stilled his hands with difficulty and let go of Jaejoong’s tail. Jae huffed in disappointment, but rearranged for comfort. It took a few minutes for Yunho to relax again, but the light purring from Jae’s body lulled him into sleep.
Part 2: Why Collars Can Be Fun Despite Your Initial Distaste for Them
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu (Yunho/Yoochun BFFery)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I read something about them that I don't like, I take over their lives and write a fanfic about it, but I cannot do this in real life.
Summary: The locals on FLine 7 are sexy, exotic, and more than willing to fuck a lonely pilot. Yunho stops there so Yoochun can visit his catboy, with no intention of finding his own, but Jaejoong gets under his skin (in more ways than one), and Yunho finds himself willing to do anything for him.
Warning: Sci-fi fic, prostitution, cat!Jaejoong, cat!Junsu
A/N: ... *sighs* ... supposed to be a oneshot ... yeah ... *sighs*
This fic is for vk_loli again, because she was driving while I told her about this story on our way to Casper, WY. I wasn't going to write it, but ... yeah ...
The title was inspired by this song. And the lyrics work very well with Jaejoong's job description: Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent
Poster made by ponyboy! Thank you, darling! I love it!!
Part 1: Why One Should Not Trust Park Yoochun to Make Arrangements Regarding Accommodations
“Why the hell is it so cold?”
Yunho pried his eyes open. Something told him that it wasn’t time for him to wake up yet, but Yoochun stamping around the body of the ship made sleeping impossible.
And it was cold.
Yunho threw the thermal blanket off his body and then immediately pulled it back. “Why is it so cold?”
Yoochun shouted, “I don’t know. It’s freezing.”
Shivering, Yunho quickly pulled on his flight suit, yanking the zipper up to cover his bare chest. He shoved his feet into boots and then left his sleep cabin. The hallways of the ship were even colder than his room had been.
Yoochun was puttering around the rear of the ship. Yunho moved to the cockpit. He checked dials and ran a systems check. The diagnosis beeped a few minutes later.
“Looks like a meteorite managed to breach our sensors and smashed into the thermo controls,” Yunho shouted at him.
Yoochun came into the cockpit and Yunho laughed. He had on mittens and two flight jackets (his own and Yunho’s). A thick wool scarf covered his face. With the hat on his head, all Yunho could see were his eyes.
“It’s not that bad,” Yunho said. “I thought you liked the cold. You keep your room this cold.”
His reply was muffled. Yunho smiled, reached up and tugged the scarf off his mouth.
“It’s never this cold. How are you not freezing your balls off?”
Yunho turned back to the controls and pulled up the star chart. “I am. Where are we? We need to get that fixed or we’re never going to be able to lift off again.”
Yoochun sat in the pilot’s chair and a smile stretched across his face. He tapped the screen where their current location was displayed. “We’re awfully close to FLine 7.”
“We’re closer to Dheisal.”
Yoochun pouted. “Just by half a day. Please, Yunho?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Fine, but we’re only staying until the ship is fixed.”
“Longer than I need,” Yoochun said with a laugh.
A few more hours and it was too cold to sit in the cockpit. Yunho and Yoochun huddled up in Yunho’s room. It was closest to the engines, which meant it was the noisiest, but also the warmest spot in the ship. He held Yoochun close as Yoochun shivered. The other man had thrown three blankets over them.
“They’re going to have fires, and hot chocolate and a heater, and warm dinner and warm water to shower, and not to mention Junsu’s body heat and his tail and arms and …”
Yunho shoved him. “Shut up. I do not need to hear about your fascination with your cat boy. Again.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Jealous, darling?”
“No. Just glad you’re not going to be jumping me for once.”
Yoochun turned his head and pouted. “Am I such a burden?”
Yunho smiled and kissed him softly. “No.”
“You lie, and you need to get some from someone besides me anyway. You should find yourself a kitty.”
“Yeah, no thanks.”
Yoochun frowned. “No fun. We’re going to FLine. It’s practically a requirement that all tourists sample the locals.”
Yunho shook his head. “I’ll sample their food, not their people.”
“They satisfy different forms of hunger.”
“God, you’re cheesy.”
Yoochun tried to snuggle closer to him. “You’re warm.”
Yunho laughed. “Try to sleep.”
They both slept a little. Yunho was more in that “resting, but the slightest noise will wake me up” stage, and when the alarm sounded that announced their imminent arrival at FLine 7, he was awake immediately.
Yoochun protested when Yunho got up.
“Come to the cockpit,” he said and kissed the only part of Yoochun's face he could see (his forehead). “We’re almost there.”
Yunho sat on the edge of the bed to put his boots on. Yoochun curled around him, arms wrapping around his waist.
“The ship can land on its own,” Yoochun said. “Come back to bed.”
Yunho pried his arms off and said, “And what if that meteorite hit something with the landing gear that the computer didn’t catch and we end up burning in the atmosphere?”
“Then your ship is a piece of shit and deserves to be retired anyway.”
Yunho lightly smacked him. “Next time you’ll walk there.” He left the room despite Yoochun’s whine and headed to the bridge.
(~^_^~)
It didn’t take long to gain clearance and set up accommodations on FLine 7. Yunho left his ship at the docking bay after explaining the problem to the technicians. They assured him that’d it be fixed by morning.
A shuttle carried them from the space port and across the Sand Dessert. After being so cold for a couple of days, it was scorching in the heat. Yoochun was happy though. Yunho didn’t blame him. One of these days Yoochun would admit to being in love with the FLine Junsu.
Their hotel was in a secluded oasis of palm trees and grass about two hours from the space port. The building was on stilts and had many levels. Stairs snaked around the outside and up. Inside, Yunho knew there were elevators for tourists, but the FLines preferred to scamper on the building and up the walls.
Yoochun led the way into the hotel. A gorgeous female FLine bowed at them as they entered. Her hair was brown and white striped, the color mirrored in her tail as it moved back and forth behind her. She wore black pants and a purple vest. A small purple hat sat on her head, nestled between brown ears. Her feet were bare, toe claws painted a bright blue.
“Welcome to the Purple Line, Yoochun-sir, Yunho-sir.” The esses in her speech hissed. “Your rooms and companions are awaiting you. Your luggage has already been taken up.”
“Thank you,” Yunho said. “Wait. Companions?” He turned accusatory eyes to Yoochun.
He shrugged, unapologetic, and smiled. “Just in case.”
Yunho shook his head. “I won’t be needing-“
Yoochun elbowed him in the stomach. “Thank you, Meena,” he said, catching sight of her nametag.
She led the way to the elevators. She had a brief conversation with the male FLine in the elevator, and then the male bowed and welcomed them. He too wore only black pants and a purple vest, showing off the muscles in his arms.
“I think I’m going to leave you stranded here,” Yunho said in an undertone to Yoochun.
“I think you’re going to end up kissing my feet.” He eyed the FLine and said, “Or licking my paws.”
The FLine smiled and licked a canine. “Your floor, sirs. Dinner will be served in a couple hours.”
“Thank you,” Yoochun said, and eagerly left the elevator.
Yunho bowed his thanks and followed after him.
“Yoochun!” a voice shouted from the hallway.
“Junsu!” Yoochun shouted back.
Yunho shook his head, smiling as he turned a corner and found Yoochun with an arm full of FLine. Legs and arms wrapped around Yoochun’s body, and an auburn, almost red tail wrapped around Yoochun’s calf muscle. They ignored everything else and disappeared into a room. Yunho’s smile fell as he caught sight of his “companion” waiting outside of a door farther down the hall.
Attractive was the first thought through his head, but all FLines were attractive. He was shorter than Yunho with pale coloring and blond hair. It fell beyond his shoulders, but was currently braided in a thick queue. He had broad shoulders and a trim waist. Gorgeous. He was breathtaking, and in another circumstance, Yunho probably would have gone to bed with him. The tip of the FLine’s tail twitched back and forth where it rested on the floor. There were very faint white stripes up the length of it.
“Good evening, sir,” he said, voice deeper than Yunho had been expecting. He bowed, showing off a well muscled back and the small patch of fur at this tailbone.
“Good evening.”
The FLine was not wearing a vest. Only black pants, and a purple collar stood out harshly against his pale skin. Yunho sighed. It was one reason why he did not like coming to this planet. The FLine held out his hand. The leash hung loose in his fingers. Yunho looked at it, and then back at the FLine. He shook his head and said, “Is the door locked?”
The FLine bowed and opened the door, all without lowering the leash. Yunho walked around him, into the elaborate room and moved right to the wardrobe. After the chill of the ship, he really wanted to soak in a shower or a bath.
He heard the soft patter of the FLine behind him. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Do you need company, sir?”
Yunho shook his head. “Nope.”
He didn’t turn to look at him and went into the bathroom. There was a shower and a jiccuzi. He felt uncomfortable, so instead of the long soak he had been planning, he took a shower enough to warm up. After drying off, he pulled on the thick purple robe hanging from the door and went back to the main room.
The FLine was curled in a ball at the end of the bed. His tail waved lazily in the air above him. His fur and hair looked golden in the low light. The collar and leash were still around his neck. He turned his head, and a slow smile curved his lips, showing teeth, but not wide enough to show his canines.
“Is there anything I can do for you before dinner, sir?” he asked. He rose fluidly from the bend, uncurling and stretching with the same movement. Sensual.
Lust coiled low in Yunho stomach.
“No,” Yunho said, forcing the feelings away. “It wasn’t my idea to have you here. And I’d actually prefer it if you went to someone else.”
The FLine smiled. “I’ve been assigned to this room for the night. If I go back now, it will be my fault for not being pleasing enough for you, and I’ll lose out on my wages tonight.”
Yunho’s eyebrow rose. “Really?”
He nodded. “But if you won’t be needing me, then I’ll lay over there.” He pointed to a divan across the room. He moved to it, graceful, muscles in his legs and arms weaving under his skin. Just as easily as he stood, he curled in on himself and sat down. The end of the leash clinked to the floor.
Yunho watched him and then shook his head. “So now I just ignore you?”
“Until I’m needed.”
Yunho winced. “How … why …”
He stretched again, lower back arching as the claws in his fingers snagged on the plush cushion. Yunho had a sudden desire to feel those in his back and then he turned away, aware that all he wore was a robe.
“There’s not much else for us here,” the FLine said. “We’re a tourist spot in the middle of nowhere with no natural resources unless you need sand and no knowledge of space travel. I don’t mind providing a service to lonely sailor boys. What do you do?”
“Freight, mostly. Parts from here to there. Crisscross the galaxy.”
“Sounds … lonely.”
Yunho smiled as he sat at a table. There was a carafe of juice and a chilled bottle of wine. He poured himself a glass of juice.
“I should do that for you,” the FLine said.
Yunho turned around and smiled. “Cats are lazy creatures.”
His eyes went golden in irritation for a moment, and then he smiled. “And we serve even lazier masters.”
“So, kitty, what’s your name?” Yunho said.
There was a small growl at the implied insult, but then the FLine smiled. “Jaejoong,” he said.
“I know dinner is soon, but I’ve been eating space food for weeks. What’s edible around here?”
Jaejoong’s tail waved lazily above him for a moment, and then he rolled over, without falling off the small divan. His braid hit the floor as his head leaned over the edge. He looked at Yunho upside down. “Was that a request for me to service you, or an actual need for food?”
Heat spread over Yunho’s face as he picked up the double meaning. “Food.”
“Too bad.”
Jaejoong put both hands on the floor arched his back and with a little push, flipped over onto his feet. He straightened, all movements fluid and clean. Yunho wondered how flexible he was. Yoochun told him stories about Junsu, but Yunho had never actually seen an FLine in action before. Jaejoong walked across the room to a small cupboard. He crouched down. The black pants rode low enough to show off the dip of his buttocks. His tail twitched above, and Yunho unconsciously licked his lips. The light fur around his tail looked soft.
He stood up with a bowl full of fruit.
Yunho quickly looked away and took a drink of juice to moisten his dry mouth.
Jae smiled. “Do I get to feed you too? Or would you prefer me to cuddle in your lap?”
Yunho shook his head and took the bowl from him. “You could have just told me where it was. I can get it myself.”
Jaejoong smirked and handed him a fork before sitting next to him. Their legs pressed together. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Yunho took it and ate the sweet fruit. Some he recognized like strawberries and grapes, but there was also a tart yellow fruit and flakes of white around the whole thing.
“Pineapple,” Jaejoong said as Yunho looked at the pale yellow fruit. He leaned forward and snagged the piece from Yunho’s fork with his tongue. “My favorite.”
“Local?” Yunho asked while trying to control his blush.
Jaejoong nodded. A pink tongue swiped his lips and then he swallowed, “Yes. It grows in the palm trees by the coast.”
“It’s good.”
“Everything around here tastes good,” he replied with a low purr.
Yunho grinned and shook his head. “I bet.” He finished the bowl of fruit, sharing the pineapples with Jaejoong.
“There’s still an hour to dinner,” Jaejoong said. “What would you like to do?”
Yunho met his eyes, expecting to see lust or an offer or something, but Jaejoong was only curious.
“I noticed a sign in the lobby for the Oasis Gardens,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong smiled. “They’re gorgeous this time of the day.”
“Is it in your job description to give me a tour?”
“Yes. If you want one.”
“I want one.”
Jaejoong stood up. “Come on then.”
“I have to get dressed,” Yunho said as he stood as well.
Jaejoong looked over at his shoulder and his eyes roved over Yunho’s body. “Again. Too bad. I’m sure you’re going to have privacy issues. So I’ll wait here while you change instead of offering to help.”
He faced the door. Yunho contemplated him for a moment and then went into the dressing room. All of his clothes had been cleaned and hung up. He found a pair of black slacks he forgot he owned and slipped them on. A blue button down was next. He went to the bathroom and made sure his hair was presentable, and then went out to the main room. He slipped on his nicer boots.
Jaejoong turned and purred. “I think I like this more than I like the robe,” he said. He reached forward and straightened Yunho’s collar. Then, whisper-quick, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of Yunho’s shirt. “Better.”
Yunho tsked at him and lifted his hands to button it back up.
Jaejoong pouted and it was seriously one of the most adorable things he’d ever seen. He smiled and let his hands fall, leaving the shirt unbuttoned.
Jae smiled. He held out the end of the leash again, and Yunho shook his head. Jae opened his mouth to protest.
“You’re not an animal, Jaejoong.”
Jae smiled and then tapped a notice by the door. “All Pets Must be Leashed when Leaving the Room.” It was repeated in over twenty languages.
Yunho met Jaejoong’s eyes. He’d seen a similar sign in the lobby, but figured it had meant the tourists’ pets, not the FLines.
“It says you have to be leashed, and it looks to me like you are, so come on.”
“You’ll get me in trouble.”
“It doesn’t say I have to hold on to that leash,” Yunho said as they left the room. “Just that you need to be wearing it.”
Jae smiled and walked just behind him. “We’re supposed to crawl, but for some reason I think you’ll have a problem with that, too.”
“Damn straight.”
“Do you want to take the elevators or the stairs?”
Yunho remembered seeing the stairs on the side of the building. “How high up are we?”
Jaejoong grinned. “Only the tenth floor.”
“It’d be interesting to see the stairs, but we’ll take the elevator up.”
Jae laughed then. “Planning on tiring yourself out while we’re in the gardens?”
Yunho smiled. Jae led the way down the hall for the last few hundred feet. He opened a side door, and Yunho’s breath caught. The sky was almost purple, a deep indigo. The large sun burned a dull orange near the horizon. The light danced on the palm trees as they swayed in the desert breeze. It was almost cool. The land stretched in front of him and then disappeared on the curve of the horizon
“It’s beautiful here,” he whispered.
“I like it,” Jaejoong said at his elbow. “Come on.”
Yunho tore his eyes from the view and looked at his feet. The ground rushed up to meet him and he took a hasty step back, flattening himself on the wall.
Jaejoong lifted a hand to his mouth to hide his smile. “Are you afraid, little mouse?”
“No, just … it was unexpected.” Yunho took a tentative step forward and then retreated again. He kept one hand on the wall and then while Jaejoong laughed, he headed down the stairs.
“You live in space, hundreds of millions of billions of miles from land and this scares you?”
“Yes, well, I can’t fall and die in space, now can I?”
“May I show you how it’s done?”
“Sure.”
A golden blur passed him and Jaejoong jumped. Yunho swallowed a warning as Jae landed lightly on the wall, crouched. He smiled, showing full canines and then twisted and crawled down the wall. The sunlight glinted off his claws as they kept him stuck to the wall and Yunho decided that he did not want to feel those sharp points in his back.
In another blur, Jae crawled down the wall to the platform five stories below and then, on two legs, ran up them. He disappeared for a moment and then suddenly dropped from above, right in front of Yunho and Yunho jerked, foot slipping on the stair and the only thing to hold onto was Jaejoong. Jaejoong threw his arm up and dug his claws into the wall and they only fell a couple stairs.
Yunho’s breath gasped into Jaejoong’s neck, hands gripping his lower back.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Sorry.”
“Stupid stealthy predators.”
“Little humans as my prey.”
Yunho laughed, realized he was still holding to the FLine tightly and let him go.
“Slow now?” Jaejoong said.
“Yes, but …” Yunho swallowed and held out his hand. “Just in case.”
Jaejoong laughed and entwined their fingers. Yunho kept his other hand on the wall and they moved down the stairs. After a few flights, Yunho was able to take his eyes off his feet and watch Jaejoong in front of him. The braid had become a bit ruffled from Jaejoong’s trip on the walls. It fell between his shoulder blades. At one point, Yunho caught himself staring at the FLine’s profile: the rise of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the beauty of his skin.
“Why don’t you have whiskers?” Yunho asked and then mentally smacked himself.
Jae smiled at him. “I don’t know. Why don’t you have a tail, son of a monkey?”
Yunho laughed and shoved him in the shoulder.
“We don’t exactly find mice appetizing either,” Jaejoong said. “Though some FLines do have mustaches and beards. Doesn’t really count.”
Yunho ran the back of his fingers over Jaejoong’s cheeks. “Baby cheeks.”
Jaejoong purred and leaned into the touch.
Yunho snatched his hand away.
Jae smiled, unrepentant. “We do like to be petted.”
A few moments later, they arrived at the bottom of the stairs. Yunho did not let go of Jaejoong’s hand. The concrete sidewalks were lined with brightly colored flowers and small palm trees. Jaejoong explained the flowers, named them all and told their legends and history.
He picked a small pink one and tucked the stem into one of Yunho’s button holes. “Virility, longevity. The flower of passion and love,” Jaejoong said. “Grooms wore a crown of these on their heads and they were placed on a mother’s bed for strength while she gave birth.”
Yunho held both of Jaejoong’s hands and stared at his golden eyes. In the waning light, they’d gone from being wide to almost being slits of color.
“How well can you see in the dark?” Yunho asked.
Jae smiled. “Well enough to know when you blush.”
Yunho quickly released him and stepped back.
Jae laughed. “Come on.” He held out his hand again and Yunho took it. Jae sped up, and they walked over small hills and around fountains. There were a few statues that Jaejoong also explained as they walked by. At the end of their walkway was a large green field. Jae let go of his hand and ran, a dark blur in the moonlight. It had gotten completely dark while they’d been in the garden. Yunho lost sight of him quickly. He moved around the edge of the field looking for him, and then decided to cross it. The moon lit the field, but also covered it in shadows as little nulls and valleys appeared. Yunho felt someone watching him, thought for a moment of calling Jaejoong back and then stopped. Jaejoong was hunting him.
“You crazy predator. What are you doing?” he called.
Silence answered him.
The hair on his arms rose. What if it wasn’t just Jaejoong in the field? What if there were some FLine’s who hated their place in life and-
Something hard landed in his side and he fell to the ground, rolled three times and ended up on his back with Jaejoong on top of him, straddling his waist. Jae pinned his arms above his head.
“God damn it,” Yunho said once he could breathe again.
Jaejoong laughed. “That was fun.”
“For you. I think you gave me a heart attack.”
“Better kiss it better.” Jae dropped his head and his lips pressed against the exposed skin just above the edge of Yunho’s shirt.
Yunho gasped, hips arching. “Don’t, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong sighed, left his face there for a moment. Breath panting on his skin and then rolled away and onto his feet.
Yunho sat up, trying to bring his body under control.
“Dinner is probably ready,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho swallowed, nodded and swallowed again. Jae held out his hand again. Yunho looked at it, and then took it. Jaejoong hauled him up and then his hold loosened, but Yunho kept their fingers entwined.
“Do you want to eat in the dining room, or in your room?”
“How many guests are here?”
“Maybe twenty. Not many.”
Yunho thought and then said, “In my room. I’m not much for making small talk.”
“Really? Could have fooled me.”
Yunho grinned.
A few hundred feet from the door, Jae fidgeted and said, “I know … I know you don’t want to but I can get in trouble.” He held out the end of the leash.
Yunho sighed. “Fine. But no crawling.” He took the end of the leash.
“Then … don’t get mad.”
Just before they came into view, Jaejoong draped himself over Yunho’s shoulders. Those claws pushed into chest, not piercing. He purred and the vibrations traveled through Yunho’s body. He rubbed his face on Yunho’s back, and a moment later, Yunho felt his tail rubbing up and down the side of his leg.
He had no time to think about it though, as the front door whooshed open.
The hostesses smiled at them, and Yunho felt himself blush at their leers.
“Hurry,” Jae moaned, ending the word on a high whine almost like a meow.
It sent more vibrations through Yunho but in a different place. They were suddenly in the elevator and alone. Jae uncurled from him and then immediately stepped away. Yunho frowned and then stared at the leash still in his hand.
There was a thrill in this, he knew. He felt it, but it also wasn’t right. If Jaejoong submitted to him because he wanted to, not because he had to or because he got paid for it, then it would be different. Yunho knew that. He let the leash fall from his hand and watched it clink on the ground.
“Am I so undesirable?” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho looked up quickly. “No. It’s … wrong.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s life.”
“It …”
“Shouldn’t be? Are you going to promise to get me out of this life? Yunho, I’m happy here. I’m home. I see my sisters and my parents often. I make a lot of money and I get to have sex all the time. I’m not abused or …”
“Being leashed and forced to crawl on your hands and knees isn’t abuse?”
Jaejoong smiled. He stepped forward, close to Yunho and said, “I like the feel of a collar around my neck. I like it when it’s tugged almost to the point where I can’t breathe, and I love showing off my body when I’m crawling.” Lips almost together, Jaejoong whispered, “It turns me on. Don’t be ashamed if it turns you on.”
The elevator doors opened and Jae smiled before turning around. He dropped to his knees and then crawled out of the elevator. Yunho watched him. The door started to close and Yunho quickly left the elevator. He followed after Jaejoong, eyes on his ass and that tail flowing, twitching, snapping.
Jae looked over his shoulder. He smirked and said, “Meow,” in Standard.
Yunho shivered and refused to let his body react. “Get up and stop being an ass.”
Jae sat on his haunches and turned his head, confusion on his face. “Me-row?” A real meow.
Yunho heard the question and shook his head. He let himself into his room and said, “Get up or stay out here,” but before he could take more than a step in the room, Jaejoong swerved around his legs and was in the room and Yunho was regaining his balance.
“Stupid cat,” he muttered and shut the door.
Jaejoong crawled across the floor and jumped, landing lightly on the end of the bed, and Yunho stopped and watched as he licked at his arm.
“Knock it off,” Yunho said as he tried not to imagine that tongue licking him. Would it be rough, like a real cat’s tongue? Or would it be soft like the rest of Jae’s skin seemed?
Yunho turned away from him and went to the small kitchenette.
“I want to play,” Jae said.
“I want to eat.”
“Same thing.”
Yunho shook his head. Jae left the bed and hissed at Yunho as he went by. It made Yunho laugh.
“Dangerous little kitten,” Yunho said.
Jae smiled. “I can be. Now sit.”
Yunho sat and put his chin in his hand and watched Jaejoong patter around the small kitchen. He was gorgeous. Yunho was sure that Jaejoong was perfect. He had a sudden urge to touch the golden ears on his head. They twitched, turning, picking up sounds Yunho didn’t hear.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho said.
Jae smiled. “I know.” He fiddled with a few buttons and soft instrumental music filled the room. Yunho shut his eyes and listened to the violins and oboes and cellos.
“You falling asleep over there?”
“No.”
“That flower doing its job?”
Yunho opened his eyes and looked down. The pink flower, a little wilted now, was still in his shirt. Jaejoong set a plate of meat and noodles in front of him. “Can I feed you?”
“No, and please don’t do the cat thing. Just sit at the table and eat.”
“You’re taking all the fun out of this,” Jae said and sat down, pouting again. Yunho reached over and tugged at Jaejoong’s lower lip with the chopsticks, causing him to smile.
After eating, Yunho went to the dressing room. He undressed. The pink flower fluttered to the floor. He bent over and picked it up, holding it up in the light. With a smile, he put the flower between the pages of a maintenance manual. He slipped on sweats and a tank top and then went back to the room.
It was dim, the main lights off. Only a single lamp near the bed was on. Nerves filled him but a quick check for Jaejoong showed him on the divan across the room, curled up in a ball. His tail waved above him. His eyes almost glowed.
Yunho climbed into the bed. He hadn’t been tired until his body sank into the softness of the mattress.
“Oh my god, I need a bed like this on my ship.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
Yunho lay on his stomach, unmoving while his body relaxed.
“I guess I have to turn the light off,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho hummed. “Don’t care. Sleeping.”
Jae laughed and Yunho heard him stand up. He pried open an eye and watched as Jae walked across the room and turned the lamp off.
“Do you have to sleep in the divan?” Yunho asked.
“No, but it’s more comfortable than the floor.”
“Come sleep in the bed. It’s big enough for both of us.”
Silence. And then the edge of the bed dipped. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I don’t mind. Sometimes I share an even smaller bed with Yoochun. I think I’ll survive.”
Jae chuckled. “I purr in my sleep.”
“I’m used to the sound of the engines humming. It won’t bother me.”
The blankets moved and then warm body heat pressed against his. “And I’m a cuddler.”
Yunho smiled and put his arm around Jaejoong’s stomach. Bare stomach. But it wasn’t sexual. He was too tired for sexual anyway. Jaejoong curled against him, moving to his side and then Yunho had to move and by the time they were done shifting around, Jae’s head was on Yunho’s shoulder, one hand across his middle, leg over Yunho’s thighs. Jae rubbed his face on Yunho’s shoulder and then his neck. Deep purring vibrated from his chest. Yunho shivered and tightened his hold around Jae’s back. His tail slipped up and over Yunho’s legs. He took a loose hold of it and rubbed his fingers on the soft fur. Jae’s purring intensified.
Yunho had been tired two minutes ago. Oh well. With his fingers he found the end of Jaejoong’s braid and tugged on the tie, releasing it. He took his time, undoing the twists by feel since it was too dark to see. The hand at his chest flexed and the tips of claws pushed against his skin. He ran his hands through Jaejoong’s hair, pulling it over enough for it to fall across his chest. He rubbed Jae’s scalp and scratched at his back.
Jae moaned, almost yowling with need as his back arched. “Yunho, stop teasing me.”
“Am I teasing?” Yunho whispered.
“Yes. And I’m about to rape you.”
Yunho chuckled. He stilled his hands with difficulty and let go of Jaejoong’s tail. Jae huffed in disappointment, but rearranged for comfort. It took a few minutes for Yunho to relax again, but the light purring from Jae’s body lulled him into sleep.
Part 2: Why Collars Can Be Fun Despite Your Initial Distaste for Them
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