A Not So Pampered Pet 5/5
Title: A Not So Pampered Pet 5/5
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong
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 5:
The brothers did not talk on the way home. They held each other, Junsu curled up in Junho’s lap. Tears dripped from their eyes. Little whimpers of disbelief and need echoed through the car every now and then.
Jaejoong reached out and gripped Yoochun’s wrist. Yoochun turned his hand and their fingers entwined, resting on top of the gear shifter. Jaejoong knew he should have been wearing a seatbelt, but he was so tired. He curled up in the seat, and his head found its way between the gear shifter and the seat and into Yoochun’s lap.
Yoochun ran his hands through Jaejoong’s hair, and Jaejoong drifted off to sleep.
It was a light sleep, full of dark images of hands grabbing him, holding him down, breath constricting. He mewled in his sleep, trying to stretch out, wake up, scream, talk, breathe.
A cold hand touched his cheek and Jaejoong jerked up, hitting his head on something hard. There was a shout, and Jaejoong jerked back, body hitting an obstruction.
“Jaejoong, calm down.”
His eyes shot to the side, seeing a familiar face. Junho.
Jaejoong took a deep breath and his eyes shut.
“Yoochun?”
“I’m okay.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes and saw blood coming from Yoochun’s nose. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. Fuck.”
Yoochun smiled and accepted a white cloth from Changmin. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”
Jaejoong covered his face with his hands. His eyes darted to the side and he recognized Yoochun’s garage from the morning light streaming in through the open garage door.
A hand touched his head, scratching his ears. Junho smiled at him. “Sure you’re all right?”
Jaejoong nodded again. “Just … nightmare, I guess.”
Changmin snorted. “Yoochun tried to wake you up and you bounced up like someone shocked you.”
Jaejoong rubbed his hands along his arms and shivered.
“Let’s get inside,” Yoochun said, voice muffled behind the shirt. “It’s almost time for breakfast.”
Jaejoong felt ill at the thought of food.
“I just want to sleep,” Junsu whispered.
Junho nodded. “Yeah.”
They all climbed out of the car. Junsu immediately put his arms around his brother’s waist and hid his face in Junho’s side. Junho wrapped his arm around Junsu’s shoulders.
Yoochun held out his other hand, and Jaejoong took it, trying to calm his nerves from his nightmare.
Changmin led the way into the house. A butler bowed and welcomed them home. Jaejoong was determined to learn all their names before the end of the week. Yoochun introduced Junho, and with barely a look, Junsu led Junho upstairs.
“I’ll just go pull up a spot on the rug then,” Changmin muttered and went towards the kitchen.
Yoochun sighed and then turned to Jaejoong. “I’m going to go have Meera check my nose. Do you want to go up to bed?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I need a shower.”
The light in Yoochun’s eyes darkened, and his lips went thin.
Jaejoong smiled. “What?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you need a shower?”
Jaejoong sidled up to him, hand dropping to Yoochun’s hip just before he rubbed up against him. “Work, Yoochun. I always take a shower after a hard, stressful night at work.”
Yoochun turned his head away with a muttered curse.
Jaejoong laughed and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “From now on, you’re the only job I have.” He licked Yoochun’s ear and turned away. He went up the stairs without looking back.
A stream of light permeated the hallway from Junsu and Changmin’s room. Jaejoong swiveled his ears and barely picked up on the sounds of talking and crying. He paused for a moment at his door and stared at the morning light coming in the window at the end of the hall. This was better than Yunho’s. He needed to remind himself of that.
But was it, really?
He opened the door. Someone had remade the bed. It was still so large, but Jaejoong figured he’d better learn to sleep on it. He went to the bathroom. After only turning on the sunken lights above the sink, Jaejoong stripped. His body felt sticky from the sweat, come and smoke of the bar. He played around with the water until he found the handle that turned on a single shower head. The temperature remained warm and Jaejoong climbed under the spray, eyes shut as the water washed away the grime.
It washed away more than that. It washed away a life of sex and fear.
Jaejoong put his hands on the wall as thoughts raced through his head. Yes, he liked Yoochun. The man was nice and sincere. But mysterious and harsh too. Jaejoong shivered, remembering their first night, that blow job and Yoochun restraining his arms with his belt. The next time, after killing that attacker, Yoochun had been loving, caring, enthralling.
Jaejoong grabbed the shampoo, a bottle costing about half of what he made in a night. It smelled tangy, yet sweet. Just as alluring as Yoochun. As he washed his hair, Jaejoong smiled, remembering Yoochun washing his body. So gentle.
He scrubbed his body down with the scrub brush and body wash. He used the hottest water he could stand to rinse off, and then flipped the shower to cold, shivering for a moment.
The same blue robe hung near the shower and Jaejoong put it around his body, smiling at how soft it was. If he had his way, Jaejoong would wear the robe every day and nothing else.
Something told him that Yoochun would not mind that at all.
Cautiously, he went to the bed and climbed on the end. He kneeled for a moment, and the way he sunk into the blue blankets made him feel like he was in water. Dropping to his hands, Jaejoong crawled to the center of the bed. He grabbed a single pillow and curled on his side.
As his body relaxed, Jaejoong thought of Yunho, his friends, and his job. It had been home, even if he hadn’t labeled it that way before. He was comfortable there, loved by his co-workers, and needed in different ways by his boss.
Here, in this unknown place with an unknown man who promised him love, would Jaejoong be happy? He hoped so. He was willing to give it a chance.
Jaejoong stirred in his sleep when warmth molded to his back. A soft blanket covered him, and he purred as an arm hand wrapped around his waist. Lips pressed against his neck, and he smiled before going back to sleep.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong finally woke up when even the deep blue blanket wasn’t enough to cut out the sunlight streaming through the bay windows. Everything was so warm, that even though he woke up, Jaejoong stayed curled up in the bed for a long time. Finally, he peeked out from the bundle and his eyes found the clock. Almost two in the afternoon.
His stomach suddenly growled. They had eaten the night before with Siwon and Heechul, but that had been more than twelve hours ago.
Jaejoong sat up and stretched. He was alone in bed, and he frowned, trying to remember if Yoochun had climbed into bed with him.
Maybe … maybe Yoochun wasn’t going to sleep with him. He said the day before that his bedroom was on the top floor.
Jaejoong did not like that at all.
He crawled out of bed and stretched again before going to the closet. His few clothes lay folded on top of a dresser. There was a note that said he could put them wherever he wanted. The dresser they were on was empty, so Jaejoong put them there, only filling two drawers. He almost didn’t recognize the clothes based on feel. They were too soft and smelled wonderful.
Jaejoong dressed in a pair of worn jeans, and a white t-shirt that said “proud to be pretty” across the chest in pink letters. It had been a gift from Yunho a long time ago. Jaejoong held the hem in his hands and then lifted the shirt to smell it.
Part of him wished it had smelled like Yunho.
With a sigh, he turned around and left the room. The entire house was bright with light, and Jaejoong found himself smiling for no reason. Laughter greeted him as he walked into the kitchen. Junsu and Junho were at the table, practically in each others’ laps, and Changmin was watching TV.
“Jaejoong!” Junsu shouted and waved at him.
Jaejoong smiled. “Hey.”
“The dead awakens,” Changmin muttered.
Jaejoong took a deep breath and let it go. “I’m hungry. Who wants something to eat?”
“Ooh, I do,” Junsu said.
“I bet you can make miracles happen with food in this kitchen,” Junho said.
Jaejoong smiled at his friend and nodded. “So many ideas. It’s insane, really.”
He listened to Junsu continue telling Junho all about growing up with Yoochun, about how Yoochun taught him to read and play the piano and sing. Jaejoong could tell that Junho was happy, and maybe even a little jealous of Junsu’s life. For lunch he made a light salad with Italian seasoned chicken and crispy bacon.
After lunch, they all curled up on the couch to watch TV. Jaejoong was tired again, and didn’t even care when he ended up pressed against Changmin’s chest. He rubbed his face on Junho’s hip and his arm lay over Junsu’s stomach.
“So where is Yoochun?” Junho asked.
“Probably in his office,” Changmin answered. “He’s been working on a case for a couple of weeks.”
“What kind of a case?”
“He hasn’t said,” Junsu replied. “Not explicitly anyway.”
“He said it’s a cat being framed for something,” Changmin added, “but he can’t say anything else. It’s confidential.”
“He really defends cats, huh?” Junho said.
“It’s what he does. He did it for me. He says he’s done it for others. He and Siwon are the most active cat lawyers in the city.”
“Probably the only ones,” Jaejoong muttered.
“No,” Changmin said. “But they don’t charge cats for their services, or expect anything sexual from them. There are other lawyers, but they’re swindlers mainly.”
“How does he have all this if he does everything for free?” Junho asked, waving a hand to indicate the lavish room.
“Family money,” Changmin said. “He’s like the last heir of some huge fortune, and not about to sire a son since he likes cock.”
“God, do you have to say everything with a bitchy attitude?” Jaejoong said and finally pushed away from them all. Falling to the floor.
“I’m just saying the facts.”
“You’re being a bitch,” Jaejoong said, turning his back.
“I am not!”
“You kind of are,” Junsu said quietly.
Changmin glared at him, pulling away from him and his brother. “All I said is that he wasn’t going to have kids.”
“Because he likes cock.”
“No, he likes cat,” Changmin muttered.
“Has he ever touched you?” Jaejoong demanded.
“No, but you-“
“-forced myself on him at first,” Jaejoong shouted. “He told me no, and I sucked him off anyway. He’d just saved my life and I had nothing else to give to show him my thanks.”
“Shouldn’t that shirt say ‘proud to be a slut’?”
Jaejoong launched up at him with a yowl, but Junho was a little quicker and grabbed Jaejoong around the middle, pulling him away.
“Fuck you, Changmin. You don’t know, and you don’t understand. Lying on a plush bed with food in your stomach every day, you don’t know what it’s like to be hungry and to do anything in order to survive.”
“Hey, Jae, come on. Calm down,” Junho said in his ear.
“What? You think you’re different to him?” Jaejoong asked. “You’re just a whore, too. He just knows better than to call you that. So who’s the whore huh? Can’t say what you think or your boyfriend would be mad, and Junsu wouldn’t put out-“
“Junho isn’t here just because he sucked Yoochun’s cock real nice!” Changmin said.
“Changmin!” Junsu said, giving him a push. Changmin rolled and ended up on his feet. “That’s not why Jaejoong’s here!”
“Isn’t it? Then why is he here?” Changmin put his hands on his hips.
Jaejoong’s ears flicked back and forth, tail twitching. “You … he’s such a … Fuck you.”
Jaejoong spun around and left the room to the kitchen. He didn’t want to be alone suddenly, but he didn’t want to be with them either. Junsu had convinced him to leave the dishes, but his hands were itching to throw something, and doing dishes always did calm him down.
“Care to tell me why you two are shouting at each other?”
Jaejoong jumped and flipped to Yoochun who stood leaning in the doorway from the hall. He backed up until he hit the counters, and then he glared at Changmin. The other three had curled in a ball again.
“He’s a bitch,” Jaejoong said and went back to the dishes.
“Changmin,” Yoochun said.
The other said nothing.
Yoochun sighed. “Stop calling him a whore. And I mean it. I’m not above grounding you to your room, dongsaeng.”
Changmin snorted.
Yoochun moved in behind Jaejoong. He flinched and tensed up when Yoochun put his arms around his waist.
There was a soft sigh in his ear. “I don’t think you’re a whore. I think you did what you had to do to survive.”
“Still had sex with two or three men a night,” Jaejoong snapped. A partial lie, but he figured on the nights when Yunho had a massive party, his yearly fucking tally averaged out to two or three a night.
“And you did it to survive.”
“I did it because I’m a whore.”
“At least he admits it,” Changmin muttered.
The glass in Jaejoong’s hand fell into the sink and shattered. He jumped. His vision went misty, and he gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white.
Yoochun’s heat moved away from him. “Changmin, up to your room, now.”
“But I didn’t-“
“Now! You can leave that room when you decide to apologize to Jaejoong.”
“Well, then I’m sorry.”
“Nope. Go think about it. Now.”
Changmin stood up. “But he-“
“Go. And stop acting like it’s such a tragedy. You have a TV and a video console. If you call him a whore again, I’ll take those away.”
Changmin hissed, and with a low growl, he stalked toward the kitchen, shot a look at Jaejoong and left the room.
Jaejoong waited until he was sure that Changmin would be upstairs and then he left too, almost running. He ignored Yoochun yelling after him and went to his overly ostentatious room. He locked the door, flung himself on the bed and fumed.
Someone knocked on the door, but Jaejoong ignored it. He didn’t want to see Yoochun.
As much as he hated to admit it, Changmin was right. He was here because he sucked Yoochun’s cock real nice. Eagerly spread his legs.
He wasn’t used to this … lifestyle. He was used to going to work, flirting and playing around with Yunho and the guys.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said through the door.
“Go away,” Jaejoong muttered into the blanket. He swiveled his ears back when another set of footsteps landed outside the door.
Junho’s voice called for him. “Yoochun has a key to this door, you know.”
Jaejoong sighed as he heard the lock click. He stood up and went across the room, out the French doors and into the afternoon sun. There was a full patio set, tables and chairs, and the balcony overlooked the gardens. He saw the corner of the pool. He pulled his t-shirt off and lay on one of the chairs, arms stretched out.
He wasn’t surprised when Junho sat in another chair.
“Crisis of character?” Junho asked.
Jaejoong sighed. “Not really. He’s just a bitch, and it’s like, I know what I did and why, but to hear it from his snotty little mouth, is just … is just … I want to punch him.”
“Yeah. Know what Junsu said just now?”
“Huh?”
“That I should show Changmin what a blow job is like from a professional.”
Jaejoong lifted his head, eyes wide. “What?”
Junho chuckled. “I know, right? Telling me to suck his boyfriend’s cock. He was kidding, but I think it’d be good for Changmin to um, see how it’s done properly.”
“Give your brother pointers. There are so many things wrong with that.”
Junho laughed again. He moved from his chair to Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong easily curled around his lap, letting Junho hold him. Jaejoong sighed and tried to relax.
“I haven’t felt this dirty since I was ten,” Jaejoong whispered. “It’s like that bitch just pulls up my own insecurities and says them out loud.”
“Junsu’s theory is that Changmin doesn’t understand, and when he doesn’t understand something, he gets defensive. He’ll get over it.”
Junho scratched Jaejoong’s ears for a moment. Jaejoong purred and pressed his face into Junho’s chest. His other hand ran up and down his back.
“Thanks, Ho. I don’t feel so alone with you here.”
“Same here, Jae.”
Jaejoong smiled up at him, and unconsciously their lips met in a comforting kiss. Their tongues touched, slipping past open mouths.
A throat cleared behind them.
Jaejoong broke away. His eyes went wide seeing Yoochun in the doorway. He blushed and hid his face against Junho’s body. But he still saw Yoochun’s cold look. His heart clenched, and he knew this is what guilt felt like, but Junho was his friend, not his lover. Just a comfort. Surely Yoochun understood that!
When Junho tried to get up, Jaejoong clung to him more tightly.
He was so confused. He wanted to be with Yoochun, but he didn’t want to at the same time.
“Your boyfriend is about ready to claw my eyes out,” Junho said.
“Not my boyfriend,” Jaejoong muttered.
Junho chuckled. “Then your owner.”
Jaejoong shot up and glared at Junho. “He’s not!”
Junho smiled and touched his cheek. “Still, I’d rather keep my balls on my body, so if you don’t mind.”
Jaejoong huffed and rolled away. Junho laughed again and stood up. He leaned down and kissed Jaejoong’s shoulder and then he left.
After a tense moment, Jaejoong said, “Junho is my friend.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. That’s why I sent him in to talk to you. Can’t say I was expecting him to kiss you though.”
“You’re kind of a jealous bastard, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Jaejoong sighed.
Yoochun sat on the chair next to him, but Jaejoong stayed turned away. A cool hand touched his side, sliding up and down his skin. Jaejoong purred out of habit, and then decided he didn’t care. It felt nice.
“I’m trying my best,” Yoochun said, “but I need your help. I feel like every time I touch you, you feel a little dirtier.”
“Blame Changmin for that,” Jaejoong muttered.
Fingers brushed over his cheek, and Jaejoong sighed, turning his head. He wasn’t surprised when Yoochun kissed him. But just a small one. More than a peck, but less than press of lips.
“I left a client on hold when I heard you and Changmin screaming at each other. I need to get back to my office.”
“I’m going to stay right here for a little while.”
Yoochun nodded. “Okay. I’ll come find you later.” He stood up but before he could go Jaejoong grabbed his wrist. Yoochun looked down at him.
“A-are you going to sleep with me tonight?”
Yoochun tilted his head in question.
Jaejoong let go of his hand and blushed, ducking his head. “I … I woke up alone, and I … your room is on the top floor.”
Yoochun touched his cheek. “Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Please.”
“Okay. I will.”
A flutter of happiness soared through him and he grinned. “O-okay.”
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his forehead and squeezed his hand and left the balcony.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong watched the sunset from his vigil on the balcony. His thoughts ran over and on themselves, and most of them were of Yoochun. Part of Jaejoong knew it wasn’t fair to blame Yoochun for his thoughts and his insecurities. Jaejoong didn’t have to come with him.
But what if he had stayed? Who had broken into his apartment? They wouldn’t have just let him go had they found him there. Jaejoong couldn’t remember locking his door that night he left, so maybe it was just an obvious opportunity.
Changmin was right, too. He was a whore, and he was here, living in this luxury, because Yoochun was infatuated with him. Yoochun called it love, but Jaejoong knew better than that. You could not love someone so quickly.
Jaejoong had done nothing but encourage him though. In the last two days, he’d been more than eager to play around with Yoochun.
“Hey.”
Jaejoong jerked at looked at the door, smiling at Junho. “Hey.”
“Have you been out here all day?”
“Yeah. It’s nice.”
“Too quiet,” Junho said, looking out over the landscape. He went to the railing, leaning on his elbows.
“Are you going to stay here?” Jaejoong asked.
Junho glanced at him in surprise. “What? Are you serious?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, it’s not what you’re used to, but it’s nice and-“
“No. Wait. You think I’d leave? This?” He gestured out with arm. “And my brother? That’d be stupid.”
Jaejoong sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Stupid.”
“You’re thinking of leaving?”
“No. I … I don’t know.” Jaejoong sat up, frustrated. He rubbed his face and then stood up, joining Junho by the railing. As often happened when they were close, their tails wrapped together, and Jaejoong leaned against his shoulder.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve never felt like a whore before,” he said. “It’s like knowing you’re a whore and feeling like one are two completely different things.”
“But are you a whore now when the only person that you’ll be with is Yoochun?”
Jaejoong pouted. “Which means I can’t make out with you anymore.”
Junho laughed. “Between me and Yoochun, I’d take Yoochun.”
“But I know you, and …”
“It is rather scary,” Junho whispered, staring out into the dying light. “The unknown, what happens tomorrow, sort of thing. Junsu says it gets boring here rather quickly. There’s a lot to do but after you’ve done it all, well … then what?”
“Yeah.”
They sat there for a few more minutes before Junho said, “You missed dinner.”
“I’m not really hungry. I think I’m going to go to bed.”
“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s forehead and hugged him with one arm. “Try not to think about what Changmin says. Yoochun likes you, and only his opinion should matter.”
“I know.”
Junho turned them away from the fading light. Jaejoong went with him willingly, into his room. He broke away and climbed up on the bed, turning twice before settling in the middle with a deep, relaxed purr. Junho chuckled as he handed Jaejoong a pillow. After, he draped a blanket over Jaejoong and leaned down to press another kiss to Jaejoong’s lips.
“Sleep well, or try to anyway.”
“It’s so easy to sleep in this bed.”
Junho nodded. “Yeah. Junsu’s bed is the same. Or I guess it’s mine now, since he always sleeps with Changmin.”
Jaejoong made a face, that made Junho laugh. After one last kiss, Junho left the room, dousing the lights before shutting the door. They’d left the French doors open, and a soft cool breeze blew in, fluttering the curtains.
Jaejoong sighed, mind drifting to Yoochun. He hoped the man would do as he said and come and sleep with him. He ached for his warmth and touch. It was a natural instinct for a cat to want the attention and love of an owner. The light from the clock dimly illuminated the sculpture on the dresser.
Jaejoong had heard of the times when cats were first bred and used for loneliness and love. They were never abused or scorned, or tossed away after a few years. He’d thought that was bullshit, until he saw that sculpture, sitting innocuously in an antique shop window. It’d taken him months to save up for it, and quite a few blow jobs to convince the owner to save it for him. But it was well worth it.
It always made Jaejoong smile.
And now, even though he had his own human, it wasn’t peaches and cream. At least, not yet.
But Jaejoong would wait, and he would give Yoochun the benefit of the doubt. Yoochun had never harmed him or called him a name or forced sex from him. That meant more than anything else.
Smiling, Jaejoong let himself relax. But he didn’t really sleep. His mind filled with Yoochun’s smile, his wide cheeks, happy eyes.
The bed dipped, and Jaejoong blinked quickly, lifting his head with a meow.
“Sh, baby, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Jaejoong sat up, rubbing sleep from an eye. He yawned. The clock said it was just after midnight.
“Did you sleep the day away, my lazy beauty?” Yoochun whispered, arms wrapping around Jaejoong’s stomach.
Jaejoong purred in response, cuddling close to him, arms around his waist. Yoochun kissed down his neck as he laid Jaejoong on his back. Jaejoong stretched, arching off the bed, shirt riding up. Yoochun’s hands slipped under the soft cotton, fingers tracing abs and ribs and nipples.
Jaejoong sighed, purrs increasing.
“God, I love that,” Yoochun whispered. “The vibrations on my hands. It’s … addicting.”
Jaejoong smiled and lifted his upper body enough for the shirt to be taken off.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, crawling over him.
“Hm?”
“I promised myself I’d keep my hands off you for a few days.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Like that’s possible.”
Yoochun smiled and then leaned down and kissed him gently. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel rushed or used or dirty. I … you’re just … I can’t help it.”
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders and pulled him down for a deeper kiss. “I don’t feel rushed or used or dirty,” Jaejoong said into his mouth. “Not yet. But if you keep kissing me like this, I’m going to want to come right away and I’m going to want you to use me and I’m going to want you to clean me up in a shower after you make me dirty.”
Yoochun shivered, moaning low in his throat. He broke away, face next to Jaejoong’s neck and tried to control his breathing.
Jaejoong smiled, fingers trailing up and down Yoochun’s body, following the edge of the tank he wore, and then over the contours of his back muscles.
“Not now,” Yoochun said. “I want you but …”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong whispered and kissed Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun’s shaking lessened under Jaejoong’s light touches, and they both relaxed, readjusting under the blanket. Yoochun ended up with his head on Jaejoong’s chest, body curled around Jaejoong’s. A completely odd feeling for Jaejoong since he was always the cuddler and rarely the cuddled.
There was a soft press of lips against the curve of his pec muscle.
With a satisfied sigh, Jaejoong once again relaxed and fell asleep next to Yoochun.
Epilogue: Naughty, Kitty
Part 4: Back to Work, Kitty
Part 3: Relax, Kitty
Part 2: Trust Me, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong
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 5:
The brothers did not talk on the way home. They held each other, Junsu curled up in Junho’s lap. Tears dripped from their eyes. Little whimpers of disbelief and need echoed through the car every now and then.
Jaejoong reached out and gripped Yoochun’s wrist. Yoochun turned his hand and their fingers entwined, resting on top of the gear shifter. Jaejoong knew he should have been wearing a seatbelt, but he was so tired. He curled up in the seat, and his head found its way between the gear shifter and the seat and into Yoochun’s lap.
Yoochun ran his hands through Jaejoong’s hair, and Jaejoong drifted off to sleep.
It was a light sleep, full of dark images of hands grabbing him, holding him down, breath constricting. He mewled in his sleep, trying to stretch out, wake up, scream, talk, breathe.
A cold hand touched his cheek and Jaejoong jerked up, hitting his head on something hard. There was a shout, and Jaejoong jerked back, body hitting an obstruction.
“Jaejoong, calm down.”
His eyes shot to the side, seeing a familiar face. Junho.
Jaejoong took a deep breath and his eyes shut.
“Yoochun?”
“I’m okay.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes and saw blood coming from Yoochun’s nose. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. Fuck.”
Yoochun smiled and accepted a white cloth from Changmin. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”
Jaejoong covered his face with his hands. His eyes darted to the side and he recognized Yoochun’s garage from the morning light streaming in through the open garage door.
A hand touched his head, scratching his ears. Junho smiled at him. “Sure you’re all right?”
Jaejoong nodded again. “Just … nightmare, I guess.”
Changmin snorted. “Yoochun tried to wake you up and you bounced up like someone shocked you.”
Jaejoong rubbed his hands along his arms and shivered.
“Let’s get inside,” Yoochun said, voice muffled behind the shirt. “It’s almost time for breakfast.”
Jaejoong felt ill at the thought of food.
“I just want to sleep,” Junsu whispered.
Junho nodded. “Yeah.”
They all climbed out of the car. Junsu immediately put his arms around his brother’s waist and hid his face in Junho’s side. Junho wrapped his arm around Junsu’s shoulders.
Yoochun held out his other hand, and Jaejoong took it, trying to calm his nerves from his nightmare.
Changmin led the way into the house. A butler bowed and welcomed them home. Jaejoong was determined to learn all their names before the end of the week. Yoochun introduced Junho, and with barely a look, Junsu led Junho upstairs.
“I’ll just go pull up a spot on the rug then,” Changmin muttered and went towards the kitchen.
Yoochun sighed and then turned to Jaejoong. “I’m going to go have Meera check my nose. Do you want to go up to bed?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I need a shower.”
The light in Yoochun’s eyes darkened, and his lips went thin.
Jaejoong smiled. “What?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you need a shower?”
Jaejoong sidled up to him, hand dropping to Yoochun’s hip just before he rubbed up against him. “Work, Yoochun. I always take a shower after a hard, stressful night at work.”
Yoochun turned his head away with a muttered curse.
Jaejoong laughed and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “From now on, you’re the only job I have.” He licked Yoochun’s ear and turned away. He went up the stairs without looking back.
A stream of light permeated the hallway from Junsu and Changmin’s room. Jaejoong swiveled his ears and barely picked up on the sounds of talking and crying. He paused for a moment at his door and stared at the morning light coming in the window at the end of the hall. This was better than Yunho’s. He needed to remind himself of that.
But was it, really?
He opened the door. Someone had remade the bed. It was still so large, but Jaejoong figured he’d better learn to sleep on it. He went to the bathroom. After only turning on the sunken lights above the sink, Jaejoong stripped. His body felt sticky from the sweat, come and smoke of the bar. He played around with the water until he found the handle that turned on a single shower head. The temperature remained warm and Jaejoong climbed under the spray, eyes shut as the water washed away the grime.
It washed away more than that. It washed away a life of sex and fear.
Jaejoong put his hands on the wall as thoughts raced through his head. Yes, he liked Yoochun. The man was nice and sincere. But mysterious and harsh too. Jaejoong shivered, remembering their first night, that blow job and Yoochun restraining his arms with his belt. The next time, after killing that attacker, Yoochun had been loving, caring, enthralling.
Jaejoong grabbed the shampoo, a bottle costing about half of what he made in a night. It smelled tangy, yet sweet. Just as alluring as Yoochun. As he washed his hair, Jaejoong smiled, remembering Yoochun washing his body. So gentle.
He scrubbed his body down with the scrub brush and body wash. He used the hottest water he could stand to rinse off, and then flipped the shower to cold, shivering for a moment.
The same blue robe hung near the shower and Jaejoong put it around his body, smiling at how soft it was. If he had his way, Jaejoong would wear the robe every day and nothing else.
Something told him that Yoochun would not mind that at all.
Cautiously, he went to the bed and climbed on the end. He kneeled for a moment, and the way he sunk into the blue blankets made him feel like he was in water. Dropping to his hands, Jaejoong crawled to the center of the bed. He grabbed a single pillow and curled on his side.
As his body relaxed, Jaejoong thought of Yunho, his friends, and his job. It had been home, even if he hadn’t labeled it that way before. He was comfortable there, loved by his co-workers, and needed in different ways by his boss.
Here, in this unknown place with an unknown man who promised him love, would Jaejoong be happy? He hoped so. He was willing to give it a chance.
Jaejoong stirred in his sleep when warmth molded to his back. A soft blanket covered him, and he purred as an arm hand wrapped around his waist. Lips pressed against his neck, and he smiled before going back to sleep.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong finally woke up when even the deep blue blanket wasn’t enough to cut out the sunlight streaming through the bay windows. Everything was so warm, that even though he woke up, Jaejoong stayed curled up in the bed for a long time. Finally, he peeked out from the bundle and his eyes found the clock. Almost two in the afternoon.
His stomach suddenly growled. They had eaten the night before with Siwon and Heechul, but that had been more than twelve hours ago.
Jaejoong sat up and stretched. He was alone in bed, and he frowned, trying to remember if Yoochun had climbed into bed with him.
Maybe … maybe Yoochun wasn’t going to sleep with him. He said the day before that his bedroom was on the top floor.
Jaejoong did not like that at all.
He crawled out of bed and stretched again before going to the closet. His few clothes lay folded on top of a dresser. There was a note that said he could put them wherever he wanted. The dresser they were on was empty, so Jaejoong put them there, only filling two drawers. He almost didn’t recognize the clothes based on feel. They were too soft and smelled wonderful.
Jaejoong dressed in a pair of worn jeans, and a white t-shirt that said “proud to be pretty” across the chest in pink letters. It had been a gift from Yunho a long time ago. Jaejoong held the hem in his hands and then lifted the shirt to smell it.
Part of him wished it had smelled like Yunho.
With a sigh, he turned around and left the room. The entire house was bright with light, and Jaejoong found himself smiling for no reason. Laughter greeted him as he walked into the kitchen. Junsu and Junho were at the table, practically in each others’ laps, and Changmin was watching TV.
“Jaejoong!” Junsu shouted and waved at him.
Jaejoong smiled. “Hey.”
“The dead awakens,” Changmin muttered.
Jaejoong took a deep breath and let it go. “I’m hungry. Who wants something to eat?”
“Ooh, I do,” Junsu said.
“I bet you can make miracles happen with food in this kitchen,” Junho said.
Jaejoong smiled at his friend and nodded. “So many ideas. It’s insane, really.”
He listened to Junsu continue telling Junho all about growing up with Yoochun, about how Yoochun taught him to read and play the piano and sing. Jaejoong could tell that Junho was happy, and maybe even a little jealous of Junsu’s life. For lunch he made a light salad with Italian seasoned chicken and crispy bacon.
After lunch, they all curled up on the couch to watch TV. Jaejoong was tired again, and didn’t even care when he ended up pressed against Changmin’s chest. He rubbed his face on Junho’s hip and his arm lay over Junsu’s stomach.
“So where is Yoochun?” Junho asked.
“Probably in his office,” Changmin answered. “He’s been working on a case for a couple of weeks.”
“What kind of a case?”
“He hasn’t said,” Junsu replied. “Not explicitly anyway.”
“He said it’s a cat being framed for something,” Changmin added, “but he can’t say anything else. It’s confidential.”
“He really defends cats, huh?” Junho said.
“It’s what he does. He did it for me. He says he’s done it for others. He and Siwon are the most active cat lawyers in the city.”
“Probably the only ones,” Jaejoong muttered.
“No,” Changmin said. “But they don’t charge cats for their services, or expect anything sexual from them. There are other lawyers, but they’re swindlers mainly.”
“How does he have all this if he does everything for free?” Junho asked, waving a hand to indicate the lavish room.
“Family money,” Changmin said. “He’s like the last heir of some huge fortune, and not about to sire a son since he likes cock.”
“God, do you have to say everything with a bitchy attitude?” Jaejoong said and finally pushed away from them all. Falling to the floor.
“I’m just saying the facts.”
“You’re being a bitch,” Jaejoong said, turning his back.
“I am not!”
“You kind of are,” Junsu said quietly.
Changmin glared at him, pulling away from him and his brother. “All I said is that he wasn’t going to have kids.”
“Because he likes cock.”
“No, he likes cat,” Changmin muttered.
“Has he ever touched you?” Jaejoong demanded.
“No, but you-“
“-forced myself on him at first,” Jaejoong shouted. “He told me no, and I sucked him off anyway. He’d just saved my life and I had nothing else to give to show him my thanks.”
“Shouldn’t that shirt say ‘proud to be a slut’?”
Jaejoong launched up at him with a yowl, but Junho was a little quicker and grabbed Jaejoong around the middle, pulling him away.
“Fuck you, Changmin. You don’t know, and you don’t understand. Lying on a plush bed with food in your stomach every day, you don’t know what it’s like to be hungry and to do anything in order to survive.”
“Hey, Jae, come on. Calm down,” Junho said in his ear.
“What? You think you’re different to him?” Jaejoong asked. “You’re just a whore, too. He just knows better than to call you that. So who’s the whore huh? Can’t say what you think or your boyfriend would be mad, and Junsu wouldn’t put out-“
“Junho isn’t here just because he sucked Yoochun’s cock real nice!” Changmin said.
“Changmin!” Junsu said, giving him a push. Changmin rolled and ended up on his feet. “That’s not why Jaejoong’s here!”
“Isn’t it? Then why is he here?” Changmin put his hands on his hips.
Jaejoong’s ears flicked back and forth, tail twitching. “You … he’s such a … Fuck you.”
Jaejoong spun around and left the room to the kitchen. He didn’t want to be alone suddenly, but he didn’t want to be with them either. Junsu had convinced him to leave the dishes, but his hands were itching to throw something, and doing dishes always did calm him down.
“Care to tell me why you two are shouting at each other?”
Jaejoong jumped and flipped to Yoochun who stood leaning in the doorway from the hall. He backed up until he hit the counters, and then he glared at Changmin. The other three had curled in a ball again.
“He’s a bitch,” Jaejoong said and went back to the dishes.
“Changmin,” Yoochun said.
The other said nothing.
Yoochun sighed. “Stop calling him a whore. And I mean it. I’m not above grounding you to your room, dongsaeng.”
Changmin snorted.
Yoochun moved in behind Jaejoong. He flinched and tensed up when Yoochun put his arms around his waist.
There was a soft sigh in his ear. “I don’t think you’re a whore. I think you did what you had to do to survive.”
“Still had sex with two or three men a night,” Jaejoong snapped. A partial lie, but he figured on the nights when Yunho had a massive party, his yearly fucking tally averaged out to two or three a night.
“And you did it to survive.”
“I did it because I’m a whore.”
“At least he admits it,” Changmin muttered.
The glass in Jaejoong’s hand fell into the sink and shattered. He jumped. His vision went misty, and he gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white.
Yoochun’s heat moved away from him. “Changmin, up to your room, now.”
“But I didn’t-“
“Now! You can leave that room when you decide to apologize to Jaejoong.”
“Well, then I’m sorry.”
“Nope. Go think about it. Now.”
Changmin stood up. “But he-“
“Go. And stop acting like it’s such a tragedy. You have a TV and a video console. If you call him a whore again, I’ll take those away.”
Changmin hissed, and with a low growl, he stalked toward the kitchen, shot a look at Jaejoong and left the room.
Jaejoong waited until he was sure that Changmin would be upstairs and then he left too, almost running. He ignored Yoochun yelling after him and went to his overly ostentatious room. He locked the door, flung himself on the bed and fumed.
Someone knocked on the door, but Jaejoong ignored it. He didn’t want to see Yoochun.
As much as he hated to admit it, Changmin was right. He was here because he sucked Yoochun’s cock real nice. Eagerly spread his legs.
He wasn’t used to this … lifestyle. He was used to going to work, flirting and playing around with Yunho and the guys.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said through the door.
“Go away,” Jaejoong muttered into the blanket. He swiveled his ears back when another set of footsteps landed outside the door.
Junho’s voice called for him. “Yoochun has a key to this door, you know.”
Jaejoong sighed as he heard the lock click. He stood up and went across the room, out the French doors and into the afternoon sun. There was a full patio set, tables and chairs, and the balcony overlooked the gardens. He saw the corner of the pool. He pulled his t-shirt off and lay on one of the chairs, arms stretched out.
He wasn’t surprised when Junho sat in another chair.
“Crisis of character?” Junho asked.
Jaejoong sighed. “Not really. He’s just a bitch, and it’s like, I know what I did and why, but to hear it from his snotty little mouth, is just … is just … I want to punch him.”
“Yeah. Know what Junsu said just now?”
“Huh?”
“That I should show Changmin what a blow job is like from a professional.”
Jaejoong lifted his head, eyes wide. “What?”
Junho chuckled. “I know, right? Telling me to suck his boyfriend’s cock. He was kidding, but I think it’d be good for Changmin to um, see how it’s done properly.”
“Give your brother pointers. There are so many things wrong with that.”
Junho laughed again. He moved from his chair to Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong easily curled around his lap, letting Junho hold him. Jaejoong sighed and tried to relax.
“I haven’t felt this dirty since I was ten,” Jaejoong whispered. “It’s like that bitch just pulls up my own insecurities and says them out loud.”
“Junsu’s theory is that Changmin doesn’t understand, and when he doesn’t understand something, he gets defensive. He’ll get over it.”
Junho scratched Jaejoong’s ears for a moment. Jaejoong purred and pressed his face into Junho’s chest. His other hand ran up and down his back.
“Thanks, Ho. I don’t feel so alone with you here.”
“Same here, Jae.”
Jaejoong smiled up at him, and unconsciously their lips met in a comforting kiss. Their tongues touched, slipping past open mouths.
A throat cleared behind them.
Jaejoong broke away. His eyes went wide seeing Yoochun in the doorway. He blushed and hid his face against Junho’s body. But he still saw Yoochun’s cold look. His heart clenched, and he knew this is what guilt felt like, but Junho was his friend, not his lover. Just a comfort. Surely Yoochun understood that!
When Junho tried to get up, Jaejoong clung to him more tightly.
He was so confused. He wanted to be with Yoochun, but he didn’t want to at the same time.
“Your boyfriend is about ready to claw my eyes out,” Junho said.
“Not my boyfriend,” Jaejoong muttered.
Junho chuckled. “Then your owner.”
Jaejoong shot up and glared at Junho. “He’s not!”
Junho smiled and touched his cheek. “Still, I’d rather keep my balls on my body, so if you don’t mind.”
Jaejoong huffed and rolled away. Junho laughed again and stood up. He leaned down and kissed Jaejoong’s shoulder and then he left.
After a tense moment, Jaejoong said, “Junho is my friend.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. That’s why I sent him in to talk to you. Can’t say I was expecting him to kiss you though.”
“You’re kind of a jealous bastard, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Jaejoong sighed.
Yoochun sat on the chair next to him, but Jaejoong stayed turned away. A cool hand touched his side, sliding up and down his skin. Jaejoong purred out of habit, and then decided he didn’t care. It felt nice.
“I’m trying my best,” Yoochun said, “but I need your help. I feel like every time I touch you, you feel a little dirtier.”
“Blame Changmin for that,” Jaejoong muttered.
Fingers brushed over his cheek, and Jaejoong sighed, turning his head. He wasn’t surprised when Yoochun kissed him. But just a small one. More than a peck, but less than press of lips.
“I left a client on hold when I heard you and Changmin screaming at each other. I need to get back to my office.”
“I’m going to stay right here for a little while.”
Yoochun nodded. “Okay. I’ll come find you later.” He stood up but before he could go Jaejoong grabbed his wrist. Yoochun looked down at him.
“A-are you going to sleep with me tonight?”
Yoochun tilted his head in question.
Jaejoong let go of his hand and blushed, ducking his head. “I … I woke up alone, and I … your room is on the top floor.”
Yoochun touched his cheek. “Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Please.”
“Okay. I will.”
A flutter of happiness soared through him and he grinned. “O-okay.”
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his forehead and squeezed his hand and left the balcony.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong watched the sunset from his vigil on the balcony. His thoughts ran over and on themselves, and most of them were of Yoochun. Part of Jaejoong knew it wasn’t fair to blame Yoochun for his thoughts and his insecurities. Jaejoong didn’t have to come with him.
But what if he had stayed? Who had broken into his apartment? They wouldn’t have just let him go had they found him there. Jaejoong couldn’t remember locking his door that night he left, so maybe it was just an obvious opportunity.
Changmin was right, too. He was a whore, and he was here, living in this luxury, because Yoochun was infatuated with him. Yoochun called it love, but Jaejoong knew better than that. You could not love someone so quickly.
Jaejoong had done nothing but encourage him though. In the last two days, he’d been more than eager to play around with Yoochun.
“Hey.”
Jaejoong jerked at looked at the door, smiling at Junho. “Hey.”
“Have you been out here all day?”
“Yeah. It’s nice.”
“Too quiet,” Junho said, looking out over the landscape. He went to the railing, leaning on his elbows.
“Are you going to stay here?” Jaejoong asked.
Junho glanced at him in surprise. “What? Are you serious?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, it’s not what you’re used to, but it’s nice and-“
“No. Wait. You think I’d leave? This?” He gestured out with arm. “And my brother? That’d be stupid.”
Jaejoong sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Stupid.”
“You’re thinking of leaving?”
“No. I … I don’t know.” Jaejoong sat up, frustrated. He rubbed his face and then stood up, joining Junho by the railing. As often happened when they were close, their tails wrapped together, and Jaejoong leaned against his shoulder.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve never felt like a whore before,” he said. “It’s like knowing you’re a whore and feeling like one are two completely different things.”
“But are you a whore now when the only person that you’ll be with is Yoochun?”
Jaejoong pouted. “Which means I can’t make out with you anymore.”
Junho laughed. “Between me and Yoochun, I’d take Yoochun.”
“But I know you, and …”
“It is rather scary,” Junho whispered, staring out into the dying light. “The unknown, what happens tomorrow, sort of thing. Junsu says it gets boring here rather quickly. There’s a lot to do but after you’ve done it all, well … then what?”
“Yeah.”
They sat there for a few more minutes before Junho said, “You missed dinner.”
“I’m not really hungry. I think I’m going to go to bed.”
“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s forehead and hugged him with one arm. “Try not to think about what Changmin says. Yoochun likes you, and only his opinion should matter.”
“I know.”
Junho turned them away from the fading light. Jaejoong went with him willingly, into his room. He broke away and climbed up on the bed, turning twice before settling in the middle with a deep, relaxed purr. Junho chuckled as he handed Jaejoong a pillow. After, he draped a blanket over Jaejoong and leaned down to press another kiss to Jaejoong’s lips.
“Sleep well, or try to anyway.”
“It’s so easy to sleep in this bed.”
Junho nodded. “Yeah. Junsu’s bed is the same. Or I guess it’s mine now, since he always sleeps with Changmin.”
Jaejoong made a face, that made Junho laugh. After one last kiss, Junho left the room, dousing the lights before shutting the door. They’d left the French doors open, and a soft cool breeze blew in, fluttering the curtains.
Jaejoong sighed, mind drifting to Yoochun. He hoped the man would do as he said and come and sleep with him. He ached for his warmth and touch. It was a natural instinct for a cat to want the attention and love of an owner. The light from the clock dimly illuminated the sculpture on the dresser.
Jaejoong had heard of the times when cats were first bred and used for loneliness and love. They were never abused or scorned, or tossed away after a few years. He’d thought that was bullshit, until he saw that sculpture, sitting innocuously in an antique shop window. It’d taken him months to save up for it, and quite a few blow jobs to convince the owner to save it for him. But it was well worth it.
It always made Jaejoong smile.
And now, even though he had his own human, it wasn’t peaches and cream. At least, not yet.
But Jaejoong would wait, and he would give Yoochun the benefit of the doubt. Yoochun had never harmed him or called him a name or forced sex from him. That meant more than anything else.
Smiling, Jaejoong let himself relax. But he didn’t really sleep. His mind filled with Yoochun’s smile, his wide cheeks, happy eyes.
The bed dipped, and Jaejoong blinked quickly, lifting his head with a meow.
“Sh, baby, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Jaejoong sat up, rubbing sleep from an eye. He yawned. The clock said it was just after midnight.
“Did you sleep the day away, my lazy beauty?” Yoochun whispered, arms wrapping around Jaejoong’s stomach.
Jaejoong purred in response, cuddling close to him, arms around his waist. Yoochun kissed down his neck as he laid Jaejoong on his back. Jaejoong stretched, arching off the bed, shirt riding up. Yoochun’s hands slipped under the soft cotton, fingers tracing abs and ribs and nipples.
Jaejoong sighed, purrs increasing.
“God, I love that,” Yoochun whispered. “The vibrations on my hands. It’s … addicting.”
Jaejoong smiled and lifted his upper body enough for the shirt to be taken off.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said, crawling over him.
“Hm?”
“I promised myself I’d keep my hands off you for a few days.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Like that’s possible.”
Yoochun smiled and then leaned down and kissed him gently. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel rushed or used or dirty. I … you’re just … I can’t help it.”
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders and pulled him down for a deeper kiss. “I don’t feel rushed or used or dirty,” Jaejoong said into his mouth. “Not yet. But if you keep kissing me like this, I’m going to want to come right away and I’m going to want you to use me and I’m going to want you to clean me up in a shower after you make me dirty.”
Yoochun shivered, moaning low in his throat. He broke away, face next to Jaejoong’s neck and tried to control his breathing.
Jaejoong smiled, fingers trailing up and down Yoochun’s body, following the edge of the tank he wore, and then over the contours of his back muscles.
“Not now,” Yoochun said. “I want you but …”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong whispered and kissed Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun’s shaking lessened under Jaejoong’s light touches, and they both relaxed, readjusting under the blanket. Yoochun ended up with his head on Jaejoong’s chest, body curled around Jaejoong’s. A completely odd feeling for Jaejoong since he was always the cuddler and rarely the cuddled.
There was a soft press of lips against the curve of his pec muscle.
With a satisfied sigh, Jaejoong once again relaxed and fell asleep next to Yoochun.
Epilogue: Naughty, Kitty
Part 4: Back to Work, Kitty
Part 3: Relax, Kitty
Part 2: Trust Me, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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