Honey 1/2
Title: Honey 1/2
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Still not mine to pet and play with.
Summary: Jaejoong learns what it means to be a Master to a catboy named Yunho ... sort of. Sequel to Baby
A/N: ... the only way I can explain this one is "YunJae" ... and of course, Jaejoong wants attention so this is 2 parts and not just one. :)
Part 1: Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. - Robert Green Ingersoll
“Master?” Baby whispers soft, purring while Changmin runs his hands through his hair. Changmin trails his fingertip over the edge of his ear just to see him shiver.
“Yes, Baby?”
Baby sits up, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. “Don’t get mad.”
Changmin smiles and puts his arms around Baby’s naked waist. “I promise.”
“I ... know ... I know ...” He bites his lip with a sharp tooth. “I know another catboy.”
Changmin’s eyes narrow.
“No! Not. I do not want to share you,” Baby growls and digs claws into his chest. “I just ... if you ... do you know someone else, someone that would want him?”
Changmin ponders him for a moment.
“It’s just that ... Yunho hasn’t had a master for so very long, much longer than me, and I ... he ... we’re not really friends, but I know him, and I know where he lives, and he did save my life once when I got hit by a car about fifty years ago.”
Changmin runs his fingers over Baby’s hips and down to his ass.
“He is really nice,” Baby says, breaking off to meow as Changmin digs his fingers into his ass.
“There is one ... one person, I know, but Baby ...” Changmin smiles. “He is going to have to meet you first.”
Baby curls up against his chest with a yawn. “That’s okay.”
“Are you tired?” he asks while running his hands up and down his Baby’s back.
Baby hums, purring a little louder.
“Should we go to bed to take a nap?”
Baby licks at Changmin’s collarbone where it sticks out from his t-shirt. “Maybe not for a nap.”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong finishes his last hair cut of the day with relief. He adores his customers, but it has been a bad week. His ex-boyfriend has been stalking him again, showing up at his house, at his work, at where he goes shopping. He doesn’t want to file a complaint against him, but Jihoon is so very possessive. Jaejoong knows he’ll have to wait until either he has someone else or Jihoon hurts him. He doesn’t want either of those things at the moment.
Halfway through closing his salon and saying goodbye to the other stylists, he realizes his phone is flashing with a text message. He sighs, because Jihoon has been sending him text messages all day long. Everytime he blocks the number, Jihoon changes his own.
With trepidation, he picks up his phone.
Changmin? Why is Changmin texting him? It’s not the ex-boyfriend he was expecting, but after recovering from the shock, Jaejoong reads the text.
Hey! I know it’s been a long time, but I have someone I want you to meet. Can you come over for dinner?
Jaejoong ponders for a moment and decides that yes, yes he can, if it means he will not be at his apartment just waiting for Jihoon to knock. He sends a text back and heads home for a really quick shower.
(=^ェ^=)
Master opens the door for his friend, Jaejoong, who is absolutely stunning. He has burgundy hair that shimmers bright red, and his eyes are blue (though Baby figures they are contact lenses). He’s wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans and a button down shirt that hangs on his frame to show off his muscled body. Baby is sure he’s never seen anyone so beautiful, even as beautiful or more so than those people on TV. He tugs at the hoody, uncomfortable after so long without wearing clothes regularly.
Master greets Jaejoong with a smile and a hug that lingers too long for his liking. He narrows his eyes at the pair from his seat on the couch.
Master offers his friend a drink. He is halfway through a “yes” when he catches sight of Baby.
“Oh, hi.”
Master smiles at him on his way to the table where there are drinks and shot glasses and says, “This is Baby.”
Jaejoong looks at Master with his eyes narrowed. “Shim Changmin. He is too young for you.”
Master laughs as he sits next to Baby, and Baby curls up against his side. “He’s older than both of us. Sit. I’ll explain.”
Jaejoong is wary, but he sits in the overstuffed chair that Master had bought just for Baby. It’s quiet until after the first shot of soju, and Baby leans up to lick a drop at the corner of Master’s mouth. He purrs quietly.
“What the --”
Master smiles over at his friend. “Baby, this is my friend Jaejoong.”
“He’s pretty, Master.”
“I know,” Master says just as Jaejoong says, “Shim Changmin!”
Baby smiles at Jaejoong. “What? He is my master.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrow.
Master chuckles. “We’re confusing him.”
Baby nods and says, “You explain.”
“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you about my obsession with catboys,” Master says.
Jaejoong snorts. “No.”
“You did not believe me when I told you they existed.”
“Still don’t.”
“I know.” Master lifts his hands to Baby’s face and under the hood of the sweater. He scratches lightly and Baby meows and purrs. He’s a little nervous, showing someone who isn’t Master what he really is, but this is for Yunho, too, and Yunho really, really needs a master.
The hood falls and his ears twitch, and he hears Jaejoong’s sharp intake of breath. Baby shifts on Master’s lap and feels his tail move and relax outside of the confines of the shorts.
“Is this some sort of joke?”
Baby rubs against Master’s chest for a moment and then slinks down to the floor. He turns his gaze to Jaejoong, knows his eyes are slitted and almost glowing in satisfaction as Master scratches between his ears.
Master tells Jaejoong about finding him, about his research. Baby doesn’t listen. He crawls over to the stunned man, still purring and rubs up against his knee. Jaejoong stares down at him, and Baby pouts, meowing until Jaejoong lifts a shaking hand (god, even his hands are pretty) and pets between his ears.
Baby purrs louder, lifting his neck, and the bell on his collar jingles. Fingertips trail down his neck to the bell and the tag, and Baby tries not to arch into the touches of someone who is not his Master.
“S-so what ... why ... this is a huge secret, Changmin-ah. Why tell me?”
Master smiles. “Because Baby knows of another catboy that wants a master, and I figured you’d be perfect.”
Jaejoong’s mouth is open in shock, and he licks his lips and glances down at Baby. “Fucking hell, I need another drink.”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong grips the paper bag in his hand tightly as he follows just a few paces behind Changmin and Baby. Jaejoong, at first, refused to call the catboy that, and called him Yoochun, until the adorable thing pouted up at him every time, and Jaejoong relented.
Baby. Catboy. Fucking hell.
He keeps waiting to wake up. He’s spent three days at Changmin’s house, getting used to watching Baby crawl around mostly naked, kiss and touch Changmin in ways that have his ex-boyfriend growling in lust, and smile up at him, but rarely talk. Baby calls him “Master’s friend.”
He also understands why Changmin thought of him when he said there was another catboy who needed a master.
Jaejoong still owns the cute pair of cat ears and the tail buttplug he’d donned for Changmin’s sexual enjoyment when they dated so long ago.
Baby suddenly stops walking, and Jaejoong hears growling.
“Yunho?” Baby whispers.
The growling stops and then starts again. Jaejoong cannot see in the dark. He moves in next to Changmin.
“Yunho,” Baby continues. “Don’t be like that. I’m not here for territory or anything. This is my master, Changmin. And this is Master’s friend, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong takes a few shaky steps forward and finally sees a figure hunched against a wall, slightly hidden by a wooden crate. The growls increase and Jaejoong swallows his fear.
“Hi, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispers, voice wavering. “I brought you some ramyun with shrimp and crab. Baby says you like crab. It’s one of my favorites, too.” Jaejoong sets the bag on the ground and moves away from it. He notices that Changmin and his catboy have moved further away from them.
The growling stops.
Jaejoong winces as he sits on the dirty ground, crossing his legs. The figure moves and Jaejoong smiles.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Yunho, but I do want to talk to you, to see you. Will you come sit with me?”
The figure stays where he is.
Changmin did warn him that the catboy wasn’t going to just leap into his lap.
So Jaejoong talks, about his family and his life and his salon and his customers, and his favorite books and movies. He tries not to be too eager when the figure finally slinks out of the shadows.
He’s tall, Jaejoong notes right away, even when he’s slouched over. He’s wearing a hoody, to cover his ears and tail, but Jaejoong can see what a matted, tangled, snarly mess his hair is and he really wants to cut and style it. His eyes glow green as they catch light from a nearby bulb.
Jaejoong forces himself to breathe normally and smile. He picks up the bag, the offering required by the rules, and moves it closer to Yunho and further away from himself. And he keeps talking, this time about his apartment and his neighborhood and how he likes his coffee and how he’s trying to quit smoking, again.
Yunho moves close enough to grab the bag and then dances away, but not far. He is ravenous as he eats and Jaejoong gets an even better look at him. The hood has fallen off, and his ears are golden brown, white tufts at the tips, and his tail is white and brown striped.
“Is it good?” Jaejoong asks.
And Yunho glances over him and smiles, and Jaejoong’s breath catches. He is so adorable, the way his eyes crinkle and his lips spread. He nods and keeps eating.
“I made that,” Jaejoong says. “I like to cook a lot. Sometimes I cook too much though. I can bring you more food if you want me to. Or ...”
Jaejoong breaks off and has to take a very deep breath. “Or you can come over. I can cook for you at my apartment.”
Yunho stops eating and his eyes narrow.
“You don’t have to,” Jaejoong adds quickly. “It’s an Invitation.” He takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and sets it on the ground. “This is my address, both home and work, and my phone number. You can call me or visit me any time you want, okay?”
Jaejoong stands up and Yunho dashes back to his hiding place, with his food. “It was very nice to meet you, Yunho. I hope you come to visit me soon.” He turns around, and hears a faint, “Thank you,” from the shadows.
It is so very hard to walk away.
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho knows it’s too early for Jaejoong to be awake, he knows that it’s not even a decent hour for anyone to be awake, but he rocks on his feet and holds down the buzzer again. The main door is locked and Jaejoong forgot to give him the code to get in.
Stupid humans.
But he’s hungry, and the seafood ramyun he ate three days ago was the best thing he had in a long time.
Finally a voice says, “God, what?”
It’s deep and sleep-ridden and sends a layer of lust slamming through Yunho’s body. He shivers before he can stop himself, and says, “You promised me food. You said you’d cook for me.”
It’s silent on the other line, and then Jaejoong says, “Yunho?”
But Yunho does not answer and the door clicks open, and Yunho hurries into the building. Jaejoong is on the third floor and Yunho walks up the stairs, ears twitching under the hoody. It’s a little nerve wracking being in a place he doesn’t know, but when he gets to the third floor, there is a door open, and Jaejoong is leaning against the doorjam. He’s wearing sweatpants and that’s it, strong muscled arms crossed and showing off a tattooed chest and stomach, and Yunho’s mouth waters.
He stops and stares.
Jaejoong yawns.
“It’s ... sorry ...” Yunho says and steps back. “I’ll ... I’ll come back. I ...”
“No,” Jaejoong says and then retracts that. “I mean you can, but ... you’re here. Just ... stay. Please.”
Yunho ponders him and then nods. Jaejoong smiles at him and goes back into his apartment, leaving the door open. Yunho follows him and then shuts the door carefully.
“I made some coffee,” Jaejoong says. “Would you like some?”
Yunho nods. The apartment is small, just enough space for a small living room and a kitchen with a bar. There is a hallway that Yunho presumes leads to a bathroom and a bedroom. Everything is brightly colored. The couch is bright blue, the rugs on the wooden floor are rainbows of colors and the kitchen cupboards are green.
He likes it a lot. And it smells really good. Coffee and food and ... ... Jaejoong. Spicy. Tangy.
Yunho moves to the bar and sits on a black wooden chair just as Jaejoong sets a cup of coffee in front of him. He smiles and watches while Yunho doctors the cup with sugar and cream.
“You’re more than welcome to explore and do whatever you like while you are here,” Jaejoong says.
Yunho smiles happily from behind his coffee cup.
“What would you like for breakfast?”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong sighs in relief as he finally reschedules his last appointment. He hasn’t been able to take the last two days off work, but finally, finally, he has all day Saturday and Sunday off.
To spend with his catboy.
His catboy.
Jaejoong groans and puts his head on his desk. It’s been a strange two days with Yunho at his house. He hasn’t left and Jaejoong does not mind. He sleeps on Jaejoong’s squishy couch and eats the food Jaejoong’s makes.
Changmin has sent him texts all day telling him he needs to make a Declaration of Intent.
Jaejoong knows that, he just doesn’t want to do it and then scramble off to work. Junsu, his assistant manager and amazing hair stylist in his own right, sticks his neon pink-dyed hair and pierced face in the door and tells him to go be unproductive on his own time.
Jaejoong flips him off, but he goes home, even though it’s really early.
Yunho is not on the couch, or laying in the living room or in the bathroom. Jaejoong fears he has left and then spots him curled up at the end of Jaejoong’s bed, right in a bright square of sunlight.
A nap sounds like a very good idea, but Jaejoong isn’t sure of the rules in this situation, especially since he has not made a Declaration of Intent.
Yunho lifts his head and looks over at him with a sleepy smile. “Hi, Mas-Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong smiles widely back at the slip and says hello. Jaejoong watches in awe as Yunho’s body shifts and his arms straighten and he stretches. His golden brown tail goes taut and relaxes. He yawns and claws rip into the bedsheets. He realizes that Yunho has showered (finally) and he’s wearing a pair of Jaejoong’s sweats. But his hair is still an absolute disaster.
“How was your day?” Jaejoong asks and sits on the floor, so his face is even with Yunho’s.
Yunho smiles. “Lazy.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “Well, I have good news. I have the next two days off work.”
“Why is that good news?” There is caution in his voice.
With a small smile, Jaejoong says, “Because I can stay at home with you.”
“Why do you want to do that?”
Jaejoong’s smile widens. “Because I want to be your master.”
Yunho rolls to his back, tail waving perilously close to Jaejoong’s hands, but he does not touch it. Not yet.
“Do you want me to be your master?” Jaejoong whispers.
Yunho tilts his head and looks at Jaejoong upside down. “I haven’t left yet.”
“I’m glad you haven’t. I should have spent the last two days with you.”
“Yes, you should have, but you’ve had work. I understand.”
“Well, two whole days. What do you want to do?”
“Eat.”
Jaejoong laughs. “Yes, I know that. Besides that?”
“I don’t know yet. We’ll see.”
(=^ェ^=)
The next day, Yunho growls at his reflection in the mirror. His hair is a tangled mess. It’s his own fault for letting it get so bad, but being a street cat and being a house cat are totally different. He doesn’t need to look menacing or cover everything in his scent (not that he hasn’t been rubbing up against all of Jaejoong’s furniture). It’s just that ... being a house cat means being well groomed and fluffy.
Yunho is not fluffy.
Pouting, he stalks out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist and he goes to the living room. Jaejoong is sitting on the couch, and Yunho plops on the floor next to him and lays his head against Jaejoong’s thigh.
“Jaejoong?”
“Yes?”
“Can you ... you’re a hair stylist right?”
“Yes.”
“Can you ...” Yunho grabs the mess of hair and pulls on it. “Fix this.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “Sure. Stay right here and let me go get some things.”
Yunho sits on the floor and leans against the couch. He listens to Jaejoong move around before coming back into the living room. He drags in a chair from the kitchen and then pulls over a stool from the bar. He puts two towels on the ground, arranges everything, and then pats the chair.
“Come sit.”
Yunho crawls over, and smirks at the catch of Jaejoong’s breath. He pulls himself up into the chair.
“So,” Jaejoong says and clears his throat. “Do you want it short?”
“I like it long, but ... if you have to.”
“It is a bit of a mess.”
“Don’t say that like you haven’t been wanting to brush to it for four days.”
Jaejoong laughs. “You caught me. May I?”
“Yes.”
“I forgot a towel to catch the hair. Hang on.”
Yunho takes off the towel around his waist and again smirks at the sharp inhale of breath. He flings it over his shoulders.
Jaejoong’s hands shake as he adjusts it. “I’m going to spray a conditioner into it, so I can brush out the tangles more easily.”
Yunho’s ears twitch as the first spray of the cool liquid. He holds still as Jaejoong starts from the bottom, using a comb and a brush to work out the snarls. He doesn’t pull or yank, and Yunho is thankful for that.
“I have a sister,” Jaejoong says after about ten minutes of silence, “who never brushed her hair. She hated it. But I loved it. Brushing her hair was my favorite thing. I was cutting and styling my sisters’ hair before I was even a teenager.” There are a few snips of scissors. “Your hair is much softer than any of theirs. It’s beautiful.”
Yunho fights off the satisfied preen from the compliment but can’t help but purr. Just a little bit. Jaejoong doesn’t say much after that. There a few pulls that make Yunho wince, but Jaejoong whispers an apology and runs his fingers over Yunho’s scalp to soothe them.
“Be right back,” Jaejoong mutters and slips his fingers over Yunho’s shoulder.
He shivers and turns to look. Jaejoong took off his shirt at some point, and his back is covered in tattoos, all the way down to the small of his back, the curve of his ass, and Yunho licks his lips. Jaejoong is positively gorgeous. And strong, bulky shoulders, abs, small waist. Yunho wants his arms around his waist so badly.
He turns back around just before Jaejoong returns.
“Time for a cut,” Jaejoong says, “now that I can run my hands through it.” He does so, and Yunho doesn’t bother to fight the shiver, or the purring. Jaejoong does it again, running his fingers down Yunho’s neck. “How about shoulder length, or is that too short?”
Yunho shrugs. “You’re the stylist.”
Jaejoong laughs and snips his scissors in the air. He sprays Yunho’s hair down with water and cuts away, all around his front and back and sides. Yunho does everything he can to catch a glimpse of Jaejoong’s tattooed skin.
“I like your tattoos,” Yunho says.
“Thank you. I have a bit of an addiction.”
Yunho lifts up a hand and traces the edge of a butterfly’s wing on Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong’s skin pebbles and he holds his breath. Yunho smiles. “I like this one. It’s colorful.”
“Don’t tell me that or I’m going to go tattoo a rainbow on my skin just for you.”
Yunho looks up. “Would you?”
Jaejoong smiles. “I would do anything for you.”
Yunho looks back down, but can’t stop his smile. “Thank you for the haircut.”
“You look amazing.”
“I always do.”
Jaejoong laughs and takes the towel off Yunho’s shoulders. “Yes, you do. Now, go rinse off in the shower and I’ll clean up this mess, and then I’ll make us some dinner. Sound good.”
Yunho nods and stands up. He notes the way Jaejoong’s eyes quickly run up and down his naked body, and then he’s blushing, and Yunho moves in close to him, slides his hands around that waist, and feels Jaejoong’s gasp and his heart speeds up and Yunho hugs him. He’s just a tiny bit taller than Jaejoong, though that doesn’t seem to bother the human at all. He hugs Yunho back.
Yunho breathes in his scent. Clean and warm and sharp, like red pepper and spice. He buries his nose behind Jaejoong’s ear for just a moment and inhales. Just as his dick decides to show off how much he likes Jaejoong in his arms, Yunho pulls away. He smiles widely. “Thank you, Master.”
Jaejoong is stunned for long enough for Yunho to press a kiss to his cheek and he hurries away, to the bathroom to rinse off.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong sits on the couch, one hand idly flipping through a style magazine, the other scratching between Yunho’s ears. His purrs fill the room. He put on only sweat pants after his shower, and the hem is gaping just a little at the bend of his hip and Jaejoong has to keep his eyes on his magazine so he doesn’t caress the skin with his fingers.
He absolutely loves Yunho’s hair. It a light brown that Jaejoong fights to recreate in dye jobs and usually fails. When sunlight hits it, some strands look like liquid honey. Now that it’s clean and cut, it’s incredibly soft. Yunho’s ears are a slightly darker shade of honey-gold with white tufts at the tips. He doesn’t touch them, knowing how that always annoys Junsu’s actual cats.
Jaejoong also tries to forget the very, very gorgeous image of Yunho naked. Thick thighs, small pert little ass, strong back, thick thighs, gorgeous brown and white tail, half-hard delicious cock. Thick thighs, god his thighs.
Jaejoong clears his throat and shifts a little, trying not to disturb Yunho’s head where it rests against his leg.
The peaceful quiet is disturbed by loud knocking.
Jaejoong groans and covers his face. Fucking hell.
“M-master?” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong looks down at him and tries to smile even as Jihoon knocks again. He just knows it’s Jihoon. “I’ll get rid of him.”
“Who is it, Master?”
“A very annoying, persistent ex-boyfriend.”
Yunho frowns as Jaejoong gets up. He heads to the door, cursing the man who just can’t take a hint. He flings the door open just as Jihoon starts to knock again. The man is attractive which is what drew Jaejoong to him in the first place, but after six months of being introduced at “My Jewel” or “My Diamond” or “My Beautiful” and never by his name, Jaejoong grew sick of it. It was sweet at first, but Jihoon started using it as a reason for him to control Jaejoong.
“Don’t go out with Junsu. I can’t have My Jewel tarnished by the people he hangs around. Don’t go outside today. I can’t have My Beautiful’s skin get wrinkles.”
He also started looking at Jaejoong’s text messages and hacked into his social media accounts. Jaejoong broke up with him when Jihoon told him he couldn’t cut men’s hair anymore because he didn’t want Jaejoong touching other men.
“Hello, My Flower,” Jihoon says and smiles. “Come to dinner.”
“I just ate,” Jaejoong says.
“You never eat this early.”
“I came home early and ate early, not that it’s any of your business. Go away, Jihoon.”
“Coffee, then.”
“No. Stop coming to my house. This is harassment.”
Jihoon frowns at him and opens his mouth to say something when he stops and stares, and hands sneak around Jaejoong’s waist. Hot breath dances on his neck before lips press against his skin. Jaejoong shivers, mind going blank for a moment.
“JaeJae,” Yunho says, voice rumbling like he’s purring, “come back to bed.”
Jihoon glares. “Who are you?”
Yunho smiles. “Well, about an hour ago, Jaejoong was calling me God, but my name is Yunho.”
Jaejoong leans against Yunho’s chest. He doesn’t know what to think about this, but Yunho is warm and mostly naked, and standing up for him.
“You little cheating slut.”
“Fuck off,” Yunho bites out. “He broke up with you. How is that cheating?”
“I see you didn’t dispute the slut part.”
Yunho growls and says, “Jaejoong is so very good at being a slut, aren’t you, JaeJae?”
Jae moans and nods.
“Fucker. Let him go. He belongs to me.”
Yunho laughs. “I see why you dumped him, JaeJae. I have a few friends that are police officers. We’ll get that restraining order expedited.”
“Fuck you.”
“I could call them right now and have you arrested instead,” Yunho says, hands trailing down Jaejoong’s stomach and into the pockets of his jeans. He puts his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “I really don’t want to deal with that right now though. JaeJae promised me dessert.” He licks up Jaejoong’s neck, and Jaejoong moans, head tilted back.
Jihoon reaches out with a growl, but Yunho has cat reflexes and snags the man’s wrist before his fingers get close. Jihoon bites his lip and yanks his arm away. Yunho’s claws dig into the skin, leaving bleeding lines down his arm.
“Fuck you!”
“I think you should leave now,” Yunho says.
Jihoon actually looks at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiles, steps back, pushing Yunho with him, and slams the door. He turns in Yunho’s arms, puts his arms around his neck and pulls him close for a kiss.
“Not allowed,” Yunho mutters even as his tongue chases Jaejoong’s back into his mouth. Jaejoong slams against the door and hooks an ankle around Yunho’s knee. His hands run through and tangle in Yunho’s messy hair.
“Reward,” Jaejoong gasps while Yunho is sucking on his bottom lip. “Allowed.”
Yunho chuckles and purrs, hands sliding around Jaejoong’s waist to hold him tightly. He slows the kiss down. “As much as I want to shred the clothes off your body, we really can’t. Not yet.”
Jaejoong whimpers but he knows that Yunho is right. It really isn’t fair to Yunho at all because if they don’t end up getting along, and Jaejoong does not become his master, Yunho is the one that can lose everything. It’s Yunho who has to trust Jaejoong.
Yunho suddenly drops to his knees and rubs his face on Jaejoong’s jean-trapped erection. He purrs and lifts his gaze and smirks. “Want you, though, Master. Want you so much.”
Jaejoong moans, tangles his hands in Yunho’s hair, and lets the catboy tease him for a few more minutes.
He does not protest, later that night, when Yunho crawls into bed with him.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong doesn’t want to go to work ever again. He stays in bed, lying next to his catboy, hand running up and down his broad back, as the minutes tick closer to his first appointment Monday morning. The last two days have been absolute heaven. Lazy, yes, but also full of sweet kisses and heavy touches, promises of lust and love. His catboy is gorgeous. It takes all of his effort to not run his fingers up Yunho’s tail.
“Master has to go to work,” Yunho says, though his purring indicates that he doesn’t want Jaejoong to get up.
Jaejoong sighs. “I know. In a minute.”
Yunho turns his head and looks at him through his long lashes. “I’m not going to leave.”
Jaejoong smiles. “I know.”
Yunho finally rolls onto his back and Jaejoong transfers the soft caresses to his chest. “And you need to make me breakfast.”
“Only using me for my food.”
“And your pretty face.”
Jaejoong laughs and buries his face into Yunho’s neck. Strong arms wrap around him, and Jaejoong is the one practically purring as they slide down his bare back.
It’s a little odd how domineering Yunho is. Changmin says that his Baby is so docile and sweet, so cat-like and weak. Jaejoong knows that he won’t like Yunho like that. He likes this Yunho with strong muscles and a sharp tongue, and a definite need to claim him as Master and defend him as ... a friend? Maybe. Jaejoong isn’t sure. It still is really too soon.
Once again their peace is destroyed by a sharp sound; this time it is his cell phone ringing, but luckily it is not Jihoon, but work.
Jaejoong answers it with a “hello” that is more of a happy sigh than words.
Junsu chuckles. “Well, well, well. Sounds like someone wasn’t lying. I’m hurt, hyung.”
“What?”
“Jihoon was in here yesterday bitching about your new boytoy and you just sound so very well satisfied that I can see he was right. Is that why you took two days off?”
Jaejoong feels himself blushing. “Maybe.”
“Yes, well, Ahjumma Park is here for her appointment.”
“Fuck. She is early.”
“Do you even know what time it is?”
Jaejoong glances at a clock and curses.
“Yeah. You are late.”
“I’ll be there. Wash her up for me?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save your ass again.”
“It’s why you’re my favorite.”
“You better bring your favorite something to eat.”
Jaejoong hangs up on him and meets Yunho’s golden brown eyes. “Sorry, baby. I really have to go.”
Yunho frowns and says, “You’re supposed to call me Pet.”
Jaejoong sits up and says, “What if I don’t want to?”
“What? You’re supposed to.”
“I know, and you’re supposed to show me a little more respect.”
Yunho smirks. “True.”
Jaejoong stands and grabs a pair of jeans from his dresser. He slips them on, no underwear and pulls a tight ribbed tanktop over his head.
“Master is sexy.”
Jaejoong turns to him with a smile and his breath catches at how beautiful Yunho is with morning light brushing his skin and bathing his hair in gold. He moves to the bed and leans over him for a light kiss.
“I’m going to call you Honey, instead.”
Yunho makes a face. “Why?”
“Because your hair reminds me of honey. Sweet, perfect golden honey.”
Yunho smiles and says, “Okay. I like that.”
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho does not like the way Baby acts with Changmin. He understands Baby’s need to be a pet and have a master. He has the same need, but he doesn’t want to be that mindless, that catlike. He also doesn’t know if Jaejoong, his Master, expects that of him. It’s only been a couple of weeks, and it isn’t like Yunho isn’t thankful. He really is. He loves having a home and he loves having a master that takes care of him.
But he’s been on his own for so long that it is very difficult for him to be submissive. He doesn’t like to crawl. He doesn’t want his food on the floor. He doesn’t want to only meow and not talk. He hasn't had to do any of that since his days in the King's palace, and he doesn't really want to do it again.
He knows that Baby is happy, satisfied and ecstatic with his Master.
Yunho wonders what Jaejoong expects. Beyond calling him “Honey,” Jaejoong does not really treat him like a cat. Well, the petting is really really nice. And the scratching, and the pampering. Yunho does like that.
And he loves the spot of carpet that is warmed by the afternoon sun. It is usually where Jaejoong finds him, after coming home from work, and sits next to him, petting and touching his skin.
Yunho loves that. He does not want that to go away. He will be a cat if it means he has to stay.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong is a little nervous. Not because he’s afraid that Yunho will reject him, but just because this makes everything permanent. They’ve done the rules a bit out of order. Kisses and touching and sleeping curled up together before the collar. But Yunho, his pretty Honey, doesn’t seem to care. He hasn’t changed his behavior toward Jaejoong. He’s a little touchier, a little more apt to smile and surprise him with a kiss on his cheek, or hands at his waist and hips.
Yunho has a bit of an obsession with his waist.
Jaejoong has a bit of an obsession with his Honey’s hair.
He runs his finger over the golden brown braided collar that almost matches Yunho’s hair, hooking his knuckle on the loop and then along the blue tag that says “Honey” in a block script. There isn’t a bell like on Baby’s collar. It seems just a bit cliche to Jaejoong, and the bells on Junsu’s cats drive him absolutely nuts. He hopes the hoop will get more use than a bell anyway.
But that is part of the problem. Part of the nervousness.
Jaejoong hasn’t really ever been a “top” in the typical sense of the word. He likes being fucked as much as he liked fucking. What is Yunho going to want? His Honey seems to be the domineering type, if he can make assumptions based on how many kisses he initiates, how he holds Jaejoong around the waist.
Changmin keeps warning him that it’s what the cat wants. This relationship will be whatever Yunho wants. What if Yunho wants and ends up just like Baby?
Jaejoong isn't sure what he will do. He does not want a pet. He doesn’t mind Yunho calling him Master, but as his master, Jaejoong is going to be very clear on what he expects before he gives Yunho the collar. Even if it means that Yunho may leave him.
Part 2: Life is the flower for which love is the honey. - Victor Hugo
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Still not mine to pet and play with.
Summary: Jaejoong learns what it means to be a Master to a catboy named Yunho ... sort of. Sequel to Baby
A/N: ... the only way I can explain this one is "YunJae" ... and of course, Jaejoong wants attention so this is 2 parts and not just one. :)
Part 1: Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. - Robert Green Ingersoll
“Master?” Baby whispers soft, purring while Changmin runs his hands through his hair. Changmin trails his fingertip over the edge of his ear just to see him shiver.
“Yes, Baby?”
Baby sits up, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. “Don’t get mad.”
Changmin smiles and puts his arms around Baby’s naked waist. “I promise.”
“I ... know ... I know ...” He bites his lip with a sharp tooth. “I know another catboy.”
Changmin’s eyes narrow.
“No! Not. I do not want to share you,” Baby growls and digs claws into his chest. “I just ... if you ... do you know someone else, someone that would want him?”
Changmin ponders him for a moment.
“It’s just that ... Yunho hasn’t had a master for so very long, much longer than me, and I ... he ... we’re not really friends, but I know him, and I know where he lives, and he did save my life once when I got hit by a car about fifty years ago.”
Changmin runs his fingers over Baby’s hips and down to his ass.
“He is really nice,” Baby says, breaking off to meow as Changmin digs his fingers into his ass.
“There is one ... one person, I know, but Baby ...” Changmin smiles. “He is going to have to meet you first.”
Baby curls up against his chest with a yawn. “That’s okay.”
“Are you tired?” he asks while running his hands up and down his Baby’s back.
Baby hums, purring a little louder.
“Should we go to bed to take a nap?”
Baby licks at Changmin’s collarbone where it sticks out from his t-shirt. “Maybe not for a nap.”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong finishes his last hair cut of the day with relief. He adores his customers, but it has been a bad week. His ex-boyfriend has been stalking him again, showing up at his house, at his work, at where he goes shopping. He doesn’t want to file a complaint against him, but Jihoon is so very possessive. Jaejoong knows he’ll have to wait until either he has someone else or Jihoon hurts him. He doesn’t want either of those things at the moment.
Halfway through closing his salon and saying goodbye to the other stylists, he realizes his phone is flashing with a text message. He sighs, because Jihoon has been sending him text messages all day long. Everytime he blocks the number, Jihoon changes his own.
With trepidation, he picks up his phone.
Changmin? Why is Changmin texting him? It’s not the ex-boyfriend he was expecting, but after recovering from the shock, Jaejoong reads the text.
Hey! I know it’s been a long time, but I have someone I want you to meet. Can you come over for dinner?
Jaejoong ponders for a moment and decides that yes, yes he can, if it means he will not be at his apartment just waiting for Jihoon to knock. He sends a text back and heads home for a really quick shower.
(=^ェ^=)
Master opens the door for his friend, Jaejoong, who is absolutely stunning. He has burgundy hair that shimmers bright red, and his eyes are blue (though Baby figures they are contact lenses). He’s wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans and a button down shirt that hangs on his frame to show off his muscled body. Baby is sure he’s never seen anyone so beautiful, even as beautiful or more so than those people on TV. He tugs at the hoody, uncomfortable after so long without wearing clothes regularly.
Master greets Jaejoong with a smile and a hug that lingers too long for his liking. He narrows his eyes at the pair from his seat on the couch.
Master offers his friend a drink. He is halfway through a “yes” when he catches sight of Baby.
“Oh, hi.”
Master smiles at him on his way to the table where there are drinks and shot glasses and says, “This is Baby.”
Jaejoong looks at Master with his eyes narrowed. “Shim Changmin. He is too young for you.”
Master laughs as he sits next to Baby, and Baby curls up against his side. “He’s older than both of us. Sit. I’ll explain.”
Jaejoong is wary, but he sits in the overstuffed chair that Master had bought just for Baby. It’s quiet until after the first shot of soju, and Baby leans up to lick a drop at the corner of Master’s mouth. He purrs quietly.
“What the --”
Master smiles over at his friend. “Baby, this is my friend Jaejoong.”
“He’s pretty, Master.”
“I know,” Master says just as Jaejoong says, “Shim Changmin!”
Baby smiles at Jaejoong. “What? He is my master.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrow.
Master chuckles. “We’re confusing him.”
Baby nods and says, “You explain.”
“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you about my obsession with catboys,” Master says.
Jaejoong snorts. “No.”
“You did not believe me when I told you they existed.”
“Still don’t.”
“I know.” Master lifts his hands to Baby’s face and under the hood of the sweater. He scratches lightly and Baby meows and purrs. He’s a little nervous, showing someone who isn’t Master what he really is, but this is for Yunho, too, and Yunho really, really needs a master.
The hood falls and his ears twitch, and he hears Jaejoong’s sharp intake of breath. Baby shifts on Master’s lap and feels his tail move and relax outside of the confines of the shorts.
“Is this some sort of joke?”
Baby rubs against Master’s chest for a moment and then slinks down to the floor. He turns his gaze to Jaejoong, knows his eyes are slitted and almost glowing in satisfaction as Master scratches between his ears.
Master tells Jaejoong about finding him, about his research. Baby doesn’t listen. He crawls over to the stunned man, still purring and rubs up against his knee. Jaejoong stares down at him, and Baby pouts, meowing until Jaejoong lifts a shaking hand (god, even his hands are pretty) and pets between his ears.
Baby purrs louder, lifting his neck, and the bell on his collar jingles. Fingertips trail down his neck to the bell and the tag, and Baby tries not to arch into the touches of someone who is not his Master.
“S-so what ... why ... this is a huge secret, Changmin-ah. Why tell me?”
Master smiles. “Because Baby knows of another catboy that wants a master, and I figured you’d be perfect.”
Jaejoong’s mouth is open in shock, and he licks his lips and glances down at Baby. “Fucking hell, I need another drink.”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong grips the paper bag in his hand tightly as he follows just a few paces behind Changmin and Baby. Jaejoong, at first, refused to call the catboy that, and called him Yoochun, until the adorable thing pouted up at him every time, and Jaejoong relented.
Baby. Catboy. Fucking hell.
He keeps waiting to wake up. He’s spent three days at Changmin’s house, getting used to watching Baby crawl around mostly naked, kiss and touch Changmin in ways that have his ex-boyfriend growling in lust, and smile up at him, but rarely talk. Baby calls him “Master’s friend.”
He also understands why Changmin thought of him when he said there was another catboy who needed a master.
Jaejoong still owns the cute pair of cat ears and the tail buttplug he’d donned for Changmin’s sexual enjoyment when they dated so long ago.
Baby suddenly stops walking, and Jaejoong hears growling.
“Yunho?” Baby whispers.
The growling stops and then starts again. Jaejoong cannot see in the dark. He moves in next to Changmin.
“Yunho,” Baby continues. “Don’t be like that. I’m not here for territory or anything. This is my master, Changmin. And this is Master’s friend, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong takes a few shaky steps forward and finally sees a figure hunched against a wall, slightly hidden by a wooden crate. The growls increase and Jaejoong swallows his fear.
“Hi, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispers, voice wavering. “I brought you some ramyun with shrimp and crab. Baby says you like crab. It’s one of my favorites, too.” Jaejoong sets the bag on the ground and moves away from it. He notices that Changmin and his catboy have moved further away from them.
The growling stops.
Jaejoong winces as he sits on the dirty ground, crossing his legs. The figure moves and Jaejoong smiles.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Yunho, but I do want to talk to you, to see you. Will you come sit with me?”
The figure stays where he is.
Changmin did warn him that the catboy wasn’t going to just leap into his lap.
So Jaejoong talks, about his family and his life and his salon and his customers, and his favorite books and movies. He tries not to be too eager when the figure finally slinks out of the shadows.
He’s tall, Jaejoong notes right away, even when he’s slouched over. He’s wearing a hoody, to cover his ears and tail, but Jaejoong can see what a matted, tangled, snarly mess his hair is and he really wants to cut and style it. His eyes glow green as they catch light from a nearby bulb.
Jaejoong forces himself to breathe normally and smile. He picks up the bag, the offering required by the rules, and moves it closer to Yunho and further away from himself. And he keeps talking, this time about his apartment and his neighborhood and how he likes his coffee and how he’s trying to quit smoking, again.
Yunho moves close enough to grab the bag and then dances away, but not far. He is ravenous as he eats and Jaejoong gets an even better look at him. The hood has fallen off, and his ears are golden brown, white tufts at the tips, and his tail is white and brown striped.
“Is it good?” Jaejoong asks.
And Yunho glances over him and smiles, and Jaejoong’s breath catches. He is so adorable, the way his eyes crinkle and his lips spread. He nods and keeps eating.
“I made that,” Jaejoong says. “I like to cook a lot. Sometimes I cook too much though. I can bring you more food if you want me to. Or ...”
Jaejoong breaks off and has to take a very deep breath. “Or you can come over. I can cook for you at my apartment.”
Yunho stops eating and his eyes narrow.
“You don’t have to,” Jaejoong adds quickly. “It’s an Invitation.” He takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and sets it on the ground. “This is my address, both home and work, and my phone number. You can call me or visit me any time you want, okay?”
Jaejoong stands up and Yunho dashes back to his hiding place, with his food. “It was very nice to meet you, Yunho. I hope you come to visit me soon.” He turns around, and hears a faint, “Thank you,” from the shadows.
It is so very hard to walk away.
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho knows it’s too early for Jaejoong to be awake, he knows that it’s not even a decent hour for anyone to be awake, but he rocks on his feet and holds down the buzzer again. The main door is locked and Jaejoong forgot to give him the code to get in.
Stupid humans.
But he’s hungry, and the seafood ramyun he ate three days ago was the best thing he had in a long time.
Finally a voice says, “God, what?”
It’s deep and sleep-ridden and sends a layer of lust slamming through Yunho’s body. He shivers before he can stop himself, and says, “You promised me food. You said you’d cook for me.”
It’s silent on the other line, and then Jaejoong says, “Yunho?”
But Yunho does not answer and the door clicks open, and Yunho hurries into the building. Jaejoong is on the third floor and Yunho walks up the stairs, ears twitching under the hoody. It’s a little nerve wracking being in a place he doesn’t know, but when he gets to the third floor, there is a door open, and Jaejoong is leaning against the doorjam. He’s wearing sweatpants and that’s it, strong muscled arms crossed and showing off a tattooed chest and stomach, and Yunho’s mouth waters.
He stops and stares.
Jaejoong yawns.
“It’s ... sorry ...” Yunho says and steps back. “I’ll ... I’ll come back. I ...”
“No,” Jaejoong says and then retracts that. “I mean you can, but ... you’re here. Just ... stay. Please.”
Yunho ponders him and then nods. Jaejoong smiles at him and goes back into his apartment, leaving the door open. Yunho follows him and then shuts the door carefully.
“I made some coffee,” Jaejoong says. “Would you like some?”
Yunho nods. The apartment is small, just enough space for a small living room and a kitchen with a bar. There is a hallway that Yunho presumes leads to a bathroom and a bedroom. Everything is brightly colored. The couch is bright blue, the rugs on the wooden floor are rainbows of colors and the kitchen cupboards are green.
He likes it a lot. And it smells really good. Coffee and food and ... ... Jaejoong. Spicy. Tangy.
Yunho moves to the bar and sits on a black wooden chair just as Jaejoong sets a cup of coffee in front of him. He smiles and watches while Yunho doctors the cup with sugar and cream.
“You’re more than welcome to explore and do whatever you like while you are here,” Jaejoong says.
Yunho smiles happily from behind his coffee cup.
“What would you like for breakfast?”
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong sighs in relief as he finally reschedules his last appointment. He hasn’t been able to take the last two days off work, but finally, finally, he has all day Saturday and Sunday off.
To spend with his catboy.
His catboy.
Jaejoong groans and puts his head on his desk. It’s been a strange two days with Yunho at his house. He hasn’t left and Jaejoong does not mind. He sleeps on Jaejoong’s squishy couch and eats the food Jaejoong’s makes.
Changmin has sent him texts all day telling him he needs to make a Declaration of Intent.
Jaejoong knows that, he just doesn’t want to do it and then scramble off to work. Junsu, his assistant manager and amazing hair stylist in his own right, sticks his neon pink-dyed hair and pierced face in the door and tells him to go be unproductive on his own time.
Jaejoong flips him off, but he goes home, even though it’s really early.
Yunho is not on the couch, or laying in the living room or in the bathroom. Jaejoong fears he has left and then spots him curled up at the end of Jaejoong’s bed, right in a bright square of sunlight.
A nap sounds like a very good idea, but Jaejoong isn’t sure of the rules in this situation, especially since he has not made a Declaration of Intent.
Yunho lifts his head and looks over at him with a sleepy smile. “Hi, Mas-Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong smiles widely back at the slip and says hello. Jaejoong watches in awe as Yunho’s body shifts and his arms straighten and he stretches. His golden brown tail goes taut and relaxes. He yawns and claws rip into the bedsheets. He realizes that Yunho has showered (finally) and he’s wearing a pair of Jaejoong’s sweats. But his hair is still an absolute disaster.
“How was your day?” Jaejoong asks and sits on the floor, so his face is even with Yunho’s.
Yunho smiles. “Lazy.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “Well, I have good news. I have the next two days off work.”
“Why is that good news?” There is caution in his voice.
With a small smile, Jaejoong says, “Because I can stay at home with you.”
“Why do you want to do that?”
Jaejoong’s smile widens. “Because I want to be your master.”
Yunho rolls to his back, tail waving perilously close to Jaejoong’s hands, but he does not touch it. Not yet.
“Do you want me to be your master?” Jaejoong whispers.
Yunho tilts his head and looks at Jaejoong upside down. “I haven’t left yet.”
“I’m glad you haven’t. I should have spent the last two days with you.”
“Yes, you should have, but you’ve had work. I understand.”
“Well, two whole days. What do you want to do?”
“Eat.”
Jaejoong laughs. “Yes, I know that. Besides that?”
“I don’t know yet. We’ll see.”
(=^ェ^=)
The next day, Yunho growls at his reflection in the mirror. His hair is a tangled mess. It’s his own fault for letting it get so bad, but being a street cat and being a house cat are totally different. He doesn’t need to look menacing or cover everything in his scent (not that he hasn’t been rubbing up against all of Jaejoong’s furniture). It’s just that ... being a house cat means being well groomed and fluffy.
Yunho is not fluffy.
Pouting, he stalks out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist and he goes to the living room. Jaejoong is sitting on the couch, and Yunho plops on the floor next to him and lays his head against Jaejoong’s thigh.
“Jaejoong?”
“Yes?”
“Can you ... you’re a hair stylist right?”
“Yes.”
“Can you ...” Yunho grabs the mess of hair and pulls on it. “Fix this.”
Jaejoong chuckles. “Sure. Stay right here and let me go get some things.”
Yunho sits on the floor and leans against the couch. He listens to Jaejoong move around before coming back into the living room. He drags in a chair from the kitchen and then pulls over a stool from the bar. He puts two towels on the ground, arranges everything, and then pats the chair.
“Come sit.”
Yunho crawls over, and smirks at the catch of Jaejoong’s breath. He pulls himself up into the chair.
“So,” Jaejoong says and clears his throat. “Do you want it short?”
“I like it long, but ... if you have to.”
“It is a bit of a mess.”
“Don’t say that like you haven’t been wanting to brush to it for four days.”
Jaejoong laughs. “You caught me. May I?”
“Yes.”
“I forgot a towel to catch the hair. Hang on.”
Yunho takes off the towel around his waist and again smirks at the sharp inhale of breath. He flings it over his shoulders.
Jaejoong’s hands shake as he adjusts it. “I’m going to spray a conditioner into it, so I can brush out the tangles more easily.”
Yunho’s ears twitch as the first spray of the cool liquid. He holds still as Jaejoong starts from the bottom, using a comb and a brush to work out the snarls. He doesn’t pull or yank, and Yunho is thankful for that.
“I have a sister,” Jaejoong says after about ten minutes of silence, “who never brushed her hair. She hated it. But I loved it. Brushing her hair was my favorite thing. I was cutting and styling my sisters’ hair before I was even a teenager.” There are a few snips of scissors. “Your hair is much softer than any of theirs. It’s beautiful.”
Yunho fights off the satisfied preen from the compliment but can’t help but purr. Just a little bit. Jaejoong doesn’t say much after that. There a few pulls that make Yunho wince, but Jaejoong whispers an apology and runs his fingers over Yunho’s scalp to soothe them.
“Be right back,” Jaejoong mutters and slips his fingers over Yunho’s shoulder.
He shivers and turns to look. Jaejoong took off his shirt at some point, and his back is covered in tattoos, all the way down to the small of his back, the curve of his ass, and Yunho licks his lips. Jaejoong is positively gorgeous. And strong, bulky shoulders, abs, small waist. Yunho wants his arms around his waist so badly.
He turns back around just before Jaejoong returns.
“Time for a cut,” Jaejoong says, “now that I can run my hands through it.” He does so, and Yunho doesn’t bother to fight the shiver, or the purring. Jaejoong does it again, running his fingers down Yunho’s neck. “How about shoulder length, or is that too short?”
Yunho shrugs. “You’re the stylist.”
Jaejoong laughs and snips his scissors in the air. He sprays Yunho’s hair down with water and cuts away, all around his front and back and sides. Yunho does everything he can to catch a glimpse of Jaejoong’s tattooed skin.
“I like your tattoos,” Yunho says.
“Thank you. I have a bit of an addiction.”
Yunho lifts up a hand and traces the edge of a butterfly’s wing on Jaejoong’s chest. Jaejoong’s skin pebbles and he holds his breath. Yunho smiles. “I like this one. It’s colorful.”
“Don’t tell me that or I’m going to go tattoo a rainbow on my skin just for you.”
Yunho looks up. “Would you?”
Jaejoong smiles. “I would do anything for you.”
Yunho looks back down, but can’t stop his smile. “Thank you for the haircut.”
“You look amazing.”
“I always do.”
Jaejoong laughs and takes the towel off Yunho’s shoulders. “Yes, you do. Now, go rinse off in the shower and I’ll clean up this mess, and then I’ll make us some dinner. Sound good.”
Yunho nods and stands up. He notes the way Jaejoong’s eyes quickly run up and down his naked body, and then he’s blushing, and Yunho moves in close to him, slides his hands around that waist, and feels Jaejoong’s gasp and his heart speeds up and Yunho hugs him. He’s just a tiny bit taller than Jaejoong, though that doesn’t seem to bother the human at all. He hugs Yunho back.
Yunho breathes in his scent. Clean and warm and sharp, like red pepper and spice. He buries his nose behind Jaejoong’s ear for just a moment and inhales. Just as his dick decides to show off how much he likes Jaejoong in his arms, Yunho pulls away. He smiles widely. “Thank you, Master.”
Jaejoong is stunned for long enough for Yunho to press a kiss to his cheek and he hurries away, to the bathroom to rinse off.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong sits on the couch, one hand idly flipping through a style magazine, the other scratching between Yunho’s ears. His purrs fill the room. He put on only sweat pants after his shower, and the hem is gaping just a little at the bend of his hip and Jaejoong has to keep his eyes on his magazine so he doesn’t caress the skin with his fingers.
He absolutely loves Yunho’s hair. It a light brown that Jaejoong fights to recreate in dye jobs and usually fails. When sunlight hits it, some strands look like liquid honey. Now that it’s clean and cut, it’s incredibly soft. Yunho’s ears are a slightly darker shade of honey-gold with white tufts at the tips. He doesn’t touch them, knowing how that always annoys Junsu’s actual cats.
Jaejoong also tries to forget the very, very gorgeous image of Yunho naked. Thick thighs, small pert little ass, strong back, thick thighs, gorgeous brown and white tail, half-hard delicious cock. Thick thighs, god his thighs.
Jaejoong clears his throat and shifts a little, trying not to disturb Yunho’s head where it rests against his leg.
The peaceful quiet is disturbed by loud knocking.
Jaejoong groans and covers his face. Fucking hell.
“M-master?” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong looks down at him and tries to smile even as Jihoon knocks again. He just knows it’s Jihoon. “I’ll get rid of him.”
“Who is it, Master?”
“A very annoying, persistent ex-boyfriend.”
Yunho frowns as Jaejoong gets up. He heads to the door, cursing the man who just can’t take a hint. He flings the door open just as Jihoon starts to knock again. The man is attractive which is what drew Jaejoong to him in the first place, but after six months of being introduced at “My Jewel” or “My Diamond” or “My Beautiful” and never by his name, Jaejoong grew sick of it. It was sweet at first, but Jihoon started using it as a reason for him to control Jaejoong.
“Don’t go out with Junsu. I can’t have My Jewel tarnished by the people he hangs around. Don’t go outside today. I can’t have My Beautiful’s skin get wrinkles.”
He also started looking at Jaejoong’s text messages and hacked into his social media accounts. Jaejoong broke up with him when Jihoon told him he couldn’t cut men’s hair anymore because he didn’t want Jaejoong touching other men.
“Hello, My Flower,” Jihoon says and smiles. “Come to dinner.”
“I just ate,” Jaejoong says.
“You never eat this early.”
“I came home early and ate early, not that it’s any of your business. Go away, Jihoon.”
“Coffee, then.”
“No. Stop coming to my house. This is harassment.”
Jihoon frowns at him and opens his mouth to say something when he stops and stares, and hands sneak around Jaejoong’s waist. Hot breath dances on his neck before lips press against his skin. Jaejoong shivers, mind going blank for a moment.
“JaeJae,” Yunho says, voice rumbling like he’s purring, “come back to bed.”
Jihoon glares. “Who are you?”
Yunho smiles. “Well, about an hour ago, Jaejoong was calling me God, but my name is Yunho.”
Jaejoong leans against Yunho’s chest. He doesn’t know what to think about this, but Yunho is warm and mostly naked, and standing up for him.
“You little cheating slut.”
“Fuck off,” Yunho bites out. “He broke up with you. How is that cheating?”
“I see you didn’t dispute the slut part.”
Yunho growls and says, “Jaejoong is so very good at being a slut, aren’t you, JaeJae?”
Jae moans and nods.
“Fucker. Let him go. He belongs to me.”
Yunho laughs. “I see why you dumped him, JaeJae. I have a few friends that are police officers. We’ll get that restraining order expedited.”
“Fuck you.”
“I could call them right now and have you arrested instead,” Yunho says, hands trailing down Jaejoong’s stomach and into the pockets of his jeans. He puts his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “I really don’t want to deal with that right now though. JaeJae promised me dessert.” He licks up Jaejoong’s neck, and Jaejoong moans, head tilted back.
Jihoon reaches out with a growl, but Yunho has cat reflexes and snags the man’s wrist before his fingers get close. Jihoon bites his lip and yanks his arm away. Yunho’s claws dig into the skin, leaving bleeding lines down his arm.
“Fuck you!”
“I think you should leave now,” Yunho says.
Jihoon actually looks at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiles, steps back, pushing Yunho with him, and slams the door. He turns in Yunho’s arms, puts his arms around his neck and pulls him close for a kiss.
“Not allowed,” Yunho mutters even as his tongue chases Jaejoong’s back into his mouth. Jaejoong slams against the door and hooks an ankle around Yunho’s knee. His hands run through and tangle in Yunho’s messy hair.
“Reward,” Jaejoong gasps while Yunho is sucking on his bottom lip. “Allowed.”
Yunho chuckles and purrs, hands sliding around Jaejoong’s waist to hold him tightly. He slows the kiss down. “As much as I want to shred the clothes off your body, we really can’t. Not yet.”
Jaejoong whimpers but he knows that Yunho is right. It really isn’t fair to Yunho at all because if they don’t end up getting along, and Jaejoong does not become his master, Yunho is the one that can lose everything. It’s Yunho who has to trust Jaejoong.
Yunho suddenly drops to his knees and rubs his face on Jaejoong’s jean-trapped erection. He purrs and lifts his gaze and smirks. “Want you, though, Master. Want you so much.”
Jaejoong moans, tangles his hands in Yunho’s hair, and lets the catboy tease him for a few more minutes.
He does not protest, later that night, when Yunho crawls into bed with him.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong doesn’t want to go to work ever again. He stays in bed, lying next to his catboy, hand running up and down his broad back, as the minutes tick closer to his first appointment Monday morning. The last two days have been absolute heaven. Lazy, yes, but also full of sweet kisses and heavy touches, promises of lust and love. His catboy is gorgeous. It takes all of his effort to not run his fingers up Yunho’s tail.
“Master has to go to work,” Yunho says, though his purring indicates that he doesn’t want Jaejoong to get up.
Jaejoong sighs. “I know. In a minute.”
Yunho turns his head and looks at him through his long lashes. “I’m not going to leave.”
Jaejoong smiles. “I know.”
Yunho finally rolls onto his back and Jaejoong transfers the soft caresses to his chest. “And you need to make me breakfast.”
“Only using me for my food.”
“And your pretty face.”
Jaejoong laughs and buries his face into Yunho’s neck. Strong arms wrap around him, and Jaejoong is the one practically purring as they slide down his bare back.
It’s a little odd how domineering Yunho is. Changmin says that his Baby is so docile and sweet, so cat-like and weak. Jaejoong knows that he won’t like Yunho like that. He likes this Yunho with strong muscles and a sharp tongue, and a definite need to claim him as Master and defend him as ... a friend? Maybe. Jaejoong isn’t sure. It still is really too soon.
Once again their peace is destroyed by a sharp sound; this time it is his cell phone ringing, but luckily it is not Jihoon, but work.
Jaejoong answers it with a “hello” that is more of a happy sigh than words.
Junsu chuckles. “Well, well, well. Sounds like someone wasn’t lying. I’m hurt, hyung.”
“What?”
“Jihoon was in here yesterday bitching about your new boytoy and you just sound so very well satisfied that I can see he was right. Is that why you took two days off?”
Jaejoong feels himself blushing. “Maybe.”
“Yes, well, Ahjumma Park is here for her appointment.”
“Fuck. She is early.”
“Do you even know what time it is?”
Jaejoong glances at a clock and curses.
“Yeah. You are late.”
“I’ll be there. Wash her up for me?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save your ass again.”
“It’s why you’re my favorite.”
“You better bring your favorite something to eat.”
Jaejoong hangs up on him and meets Yunho’s golden brown eyes. “Sorry, baby. I really have to go.”
Yunho frowns and says, “You’re supposed to call me Pet.”
Jaejoong sits up and says, “What if I don’t want to?”
“What? You’re supposed to.”
“I know, and you’re supposed to show me a little more respect.”
Yunho smirks. “True.”
Jaejoong stands and grabs a pair of jeans from his dresser. He slips them on, no underwear and pulls a tight ribbed tanktop over his head.
“Master is sexy.”
Jaejoong turns to him with a smile and his breath catches at how beautiful Yunho is with morning light brushing his skin and bathing his hair in gold. He moves to the bed and leans over him for a light kiss.
“I’m going to call you Honey, instead.”
Yunho makes a face. “Why?”
“Because your hair reminds me of honey. Sweet, perfect golden honey.”
Yunho smiles and says, “Okay. I like that.”
(=^ェ^=)
Yunho does not like the way Baby acts with Changmin. He understands Baby’s need to be a pet and have a master. He has the same need, but he doesn’t want to be that mindless, that catlike. He also doesn’t know if Jaejoong, his Master, expects that of him. It’s only been a couple of weeks, and it isn’t like Yunho isn’t thankful. He really is. He loves having a home and he loves having a master that takes care of him.
But he’s been on his own for so long that it is very difficult for him to be submissive. He doesn’t like to crawl. He doesn’t want his food on the floor. He doesn’t want to only meow and not talk. He hasn't had to do any of that since his days in the King's palace, and he doesn't really want to do it again.
He knows that Baby is happy, satisfied and ecstatic with his Master.
Yunho wonders what Jaejoong expects. Beyond calling him “Honey,” Jaejoong does not really treat him like a cat. Well, the petting is really really nice. And the scratching, and the pampering. Yunho does like that.
And he loves the spot of carpet that is warmed by the afternoon sun. It is usually where Jaejoong finds him, after coming home from work, and sits next to him, petting and touching his skin.
Yunho loves that. He does not want that to go away. He will be a cat if it means he has to stay.
(=^ェ^=)
Jaejoong is a little nervous. Not because he’s afraid that Yunho will reject him, but just because this makes everything permanent. They’ve done the rules a bit out of order. Kisses and touching and sleeping curled up together before the collar. But Yunho, his pretty Honey, doesn’t seem to care. He hasn’t changed his behavior toward Jaejoong. He’s a little touchier, a little more apt to smile and surprise him with a kiss on his cheek, or hands at his waist and hips.
Yunho has a bit of an obsession with his waist.
Jaejoong has a bit of an obsession with his Honey’s hair.
He runs his finger over the golden brown braided collar that almost matches Yunho’s hair, hooking his knuckle on the loop and then along the blue tag that says “Honey” in a block script. There isn’t a bell like on Baby’s collar. It seems just a bit cliche to Jaejoong, and the bells on Junsu’s cats drive him absolutely nuts. He hopes the hoop will get more use than a bell anyway.
But that is part of the problem. Part of the nervousness.
Jaejoong hasn’t really ever been a “top” in the typical sense of the word. He likes being fucked as much as he liked fucking. What is Yunho going to want? His Honey seems to be the domineering type, if he can make assumptions based on how many kisses he initiates, how he holds Jaejoong around the waist.
Changmin keeps warning him that it’s what the cat wants. This relationship will be whatever Yunho wants. What if Yunho wants and ends up just like Baby?
Jaejoong isn't sure what he will do. He does not want a pet. He doesn’t mind Yunho calling him Master, but as his master, Jaejoong is going to be very clear on what he expects before he gives Yunho the collar. Even if it means that Yunho may leave him.
Part 2: Life is the flower for which love is the honey. - Victor Hugo
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