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Yami

Super-Earth
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Shit. Shit. Shit.

Without even waiting, he skidded to a stop in front of the first car he came across. Wrapping the remains of his scarf around his fist, he punched the window, breaking the glass. Roughly yanking the door open, he brushed the glass off the seat really fast and dove in. Hotwiring the car in a hurry, he sped away, the sound of bullets hitting his car. If he hadn't run out of fucking ammo, he would have killed those dicks ages ago. But his stupid little shit head of a partner had decided he'd waste all the fucking bullets scaring the stupid twat hostages. Ooooh if only he were still alive so that he could fucking kill him again!

That shit head! It was supposed to be a simple fucking bank robbery! If only he'd listened. Alexander, Alex for short had specifically told the guy to follow his lead. But no, the fucking idiot had to start shooting! What a lot of wasted bullets. It was right when they were filling the duffle bags with money that the cops came in guns blazing. Alex sighed. He'd then beaten a hasty retreat after emptying his ammo. He'd managed to hit a few, with non-fatal shots. But his partner was aiming to kill and therefore had gotten killed right when he ran out of ammo.

Luckily, Alex done these sort of runs before and hadn't been caught by any video cameras. Not to mention, he'd thought to pad himself to make himself bigger. It also served as perfect body armor in case he was shot at. The mask had helped too. Since he'd studied the layout of the building, he'd been able to make a quick escape before the cops could catch up.

Once Alex finally rolled to a stop in a shadier part of the city, he stopped the car and got out. Well, he had already taken the car, might as well see what was inside it, see if there was anything worth selling. Of course so far there looked to be nothing, much to his ire. But when he got to the trunk, and popped it, he jumped a foot in the air and said "HOLY FUCKING HELL! I STOLE A FUCKING PET??" After that, he just cursed up a streak. He wasn't all that keen on pets, to him, they were human beings, just genetically different or whatever. But he still didn't like them. Now to find out he had one in the trunk of the stolen car? Oh yes, he was definitely pissed. He would have to take the car back, risk exposure. See why he was cursing up a blue streak?

Alex pulled the clown mask off of his face, then he removed the ninja like mask, shaking free his short and shaggy chocolate brown hair. Piercing blue eyes stared down at the pet in the trunk while he cursed everything to hell. His figure was still bulked up, not really matching with his slimmer, smaller head. Alex was barely five foot seven, and bulked out with the clothes, he looked huge, or at least like a dumb brawny guy, what with his smaller head. However, it was his eyes that gave him away. They were the type of eyes that didn't scream predator, but maybe something just as dangerous. He was more like a fox, cunning, smart, agile and slim. Not to mention attractive. Underneath all his bulked up clothing, he wasn't buff, but he was toned enough.

The figure came with the job of being a criminal, and a good one at that. Alex was a convenience store worker by day and by night he was a thief or an assassin, depending on if he got job offers of course. However, his biggest concern was the pet. If he took the pet in, he'd have to dip into the savings and get a better place to explain why he had a pet, he'd have to quit his job too. Shit. This day was a string of bad luck, what with the failed bank robbery, the cops coming and now the pet. He was screwed. Not to mention he had no more bullets.
 
Kitten's master preferred to keep him sedated when he didn't quite have the time to pay the proper attention to his pet. Kitten, of course, had no right whatsoever to complain. The pet knew quite well that he was not a person, but a well-treated thing. It did not really bother him. His place was at his master's feet and in his master's bed, and to be shoved out of the way when master might bring home an actual lover.

Most of that day had been a haze. Master had fucked him this morning, allowed him time to clean up, then given him an injection of something. He never got to actually sit in the car, but was placed in the trunk, on top of the pillows and a blanket that were there to keep him comfortable in case he woke up. Kitten's metabolism was rigged to let him sleep most of the day anyway. What was it he was meant to do while his master was busy? Learn to knit? It was better for everyone that he stay unconscious and not have time to think too much.

It wasn't as if the trunk was too small for him either. Kitten was small and the car was big, so he had never even found it physically uncomfortable, even the times that he did wake up. His looks had been picked by his master. Apparently the man had a fetish for albinos, but finding an actual one and courting them might have been too much effort. Kitten's hair – even his eyebrows and eyelashes were pure white and his skin was pale and clear. His features were fine, almost androgynous, and his eyes were red. His makers did, however, remove the inconveniences of the condition. They had made his sight better than it might have been otherwise, but nowhere near perfect. They had also made him easier to 'maintain', removing any need whatsoever for him to ever shave, and his body-hair was almost non-existent. It was impossible to mistake him for a real human, even without the collar around his throat. Its lock was complicated and it never got removed, even when he bathed.

Really, it was lucky that Kitten's master had been kind enough to give him clothes, even if not shoes. Loose pants (that were easily pulled off) and a long sleeved shirt. Covered his skin, because what no one had fixed was the sensitivity to sunlight. Why bother? Who was going to take him outside? Certainly no one expected that the very expensive car with its very expensive contents would get stolen. His hair was still in the ponytail that he had put it in this morning, though a few strands had escaped. White, shoulder long – definitely the cleanest thing in this part of town.

He had been far too drugged to hear the bullets or the sirens earlier, but as Alex began to swear at him, Kitten was just beginning to stir. It was far past the time that master would have taken him out. Those words were ones he knew, though. His master tended to use them a lot. But the voice was wrong, and the height was wrong. Kitten pulled himself up a little, so he could see.

“Sir?” he asked, confused and disheartened that this was definitely not his master.
 
"Holy shit!" Alex screeched when Kitten woke up. It was down right comical since Alex jumped at the same time. Clutching at his startled heart, he sighed and said straightening "Fuck, what am I gonna do with you?" Alex started pacing, talking to himself "Can't leave him here, he's sure to get kidnapped and abused then killed or sold off again to some weird fetishist. Can't take him with me, gotta upgrade apartment to prove wealth. Papers, collar-- OH FUCK!" Alex yelped as he heard sirens blaring. Grabbing Kitten's arm, all that came out of his mouth was a litany of "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck." as he grabbed his mask and ran off, dragging Kitten with him. Once they were a few blocks away, Alex's litany of 'ohfuckohfuck' still hadn't let up. Alex didn't stop until they were at a moderately nice apartment building. Slipping in through the back, he led Kitten to his one bedroom one bathroom apartment.

Opening the door, he revealed a nicely furnished, if bland apartment. Pointing Kitten to the couch, Alex's litany of 'ohfuckohfuck' finally quieted. Instead, he said simply "Sit. You and I will have a talk in a bit." Walking over to the counter that separated his kitchen from the living room, Alex sat on the stool and started pulling off all of the gear he wore, leaving it on the counter. Removing his boots, he struggled with the pants. Once he was done, Alex stood in a pair of blue jeans and a crisp black polo. Wearing only socks on his feet, he gathered up the padded clothing and walked into his bedroom, stowing them away in a suitcase under his bed. As he left, the gun that stuck out of the back of his pants gleamed.

When Alex came back, he walked over to sit on the coffee table in front of Kitten. He said "What do you want to do? I can remove the collar, we can dye your hair and chop it, I'll teach you how to wear contacts and you can live as a normal person, or I can return you to your master-- or rather, as close as I can to where your master lives. What would you like to do-- OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!" Alex jumped to his feet and ran into his bedroom before he came back and practically threw himself at Kitten. In his hands was a pair of pliers and some other complicated toys. Alex then hurriedly removed the collar and opening a part of the lock, disable the gps before it could activate. Relieved, Alex practically sank into Kitten's lap with relief. He said "Shit, glad I remembered about the GPS. Good thing it hadn't been turned on yet." Realizing that he was in Kitten's lap, he flushed and shifted to sit on the coffee table again, toys and broken collar in hand. Alex cleared his throat and said "Well? Go back to your master, or I can teach you the basics of how to live like a human and hide amongst them so that you can survive on your own. What would you like to do?"
 
Kitten managed to be surprisingly quiet as he was dragged away. Alex's grip around his arm hurt, but bare feet on cold and rough concrete was even worse. He wasn't used to that sort of treatment. He had only known polished floors and soft carpets.

He sat where he was told to, too confused by the turn of events to be anything but obedient. Perhaps he was a little slow. He took a moment to check his feet as Alex changed. It hurt. He had stepped on something sharp, and there was a little blood. At least he did have an excellent immune system and he healed fast. The gun, apparently, didn't phase him. His master had guns, after all. Kitten wasn't allowed to go anywhere near them, but that was just another difference between real people and him.

What sort of questions were those? He did not understand what Alex was on about at all. Why would someone ask him what he wanted to do? He never got over that one, so his stare was a little blank. “Huh?” was the best response he managed when Alex ran right out again. He remained confused at whatever Alex was doing – it wasn't as if Kitten was stupid, he just knew very little about the world.

“You took off my collar...” It was so much of a shock that Kitten put his hands up to his throat, feeling it peculiarly bare. He had no memories of being without it. The last time it was taken off was to merely replace it with another. And then he blushed bright red when he realised that he was not paying attention to the real person like he was meant to. Or being respectful enough.

“Sir?” The questions were not any clearer by repetition. “I don't know where Master lives.” To be frank, Kitten probably didn't know his master's name either. No one had bothered to teach him to read, or showed him maps, or explained streets to him. It was generally thought that locating him by GPS was sufficient if he got lost. "And I am not human, sir." He had always been told so, after all.
 
Alex blinked and sighed. He said "Well, that's great." Alex blinked again and said sounding annoyed "Well, to me you are. You look human, you can talk like a human. You're human to me, and that's all that matters." Alex sighed and said "Damn. That means I'm responsible for you now. Well, fuck me sideways." Alex stood, and said "In that case, I'll probably have to start teaching you stuff. Which means I'll have to buy more stuff. Well, shit." Alex almost look depressed then. Stretching his shoulders, he said "Well, wait here." Alex walked over to a nearby bookshelf and after going through the shelves of books, he finally plucked one off the shelf. Walking over to sit in front of Kitten, he said "Well, I'm pretty sure you've been addressed by some weird ass pet name. But, to be honest, I'm not comfortable calling you that, especially since we're not lovers." Alex said finally "So we're gonna choose a human-ish name, okay? Oh, and stop calling me sir. My name's Alex. Use it."

Alex added "The minute you call me 'Master', I'll kick your ass and you won't get dessert." Alex turned his attention to the book in front of him and started flipping through it. He said "Hmm, I'm gonna read names off, when you hear one you like, that's the name you'll go by, okay?" After a few seconds, Alex started reading off the names "John, Kurt, Curtis, Jeremiah, Abel, Cain, Selim, Marcus, Matthew, Bradley, Carl." Alex looked up and asked "Any of those sound appealing?"
 
Kitten had never called anyone by name in his life. People were either 'sir' or 'ma'am' and his masters had always been simply 'Master'. Wait. If Alex was going to be responsible for him, surely that made Alex now his master? Alex moved so fast and said so much that he could barely keep track. “But, sir-” Then a pause as he considered how to correct himself. He did not want to annoy Alex further.

“Master called me Kitten,” he said firmly. Apparently he was attached to the name, even if it was looking like he would never see that man again. “I suppose, if you are my master now, you can give me a different name...” He did, however, look visibly disappointed at that idea. Asking him to choose seemed stupid. How could he think of himself by some other name just by suddenly deciding to do so? And whatever Alex said, he wasn't human. He shouldn't have a human name.

“If sir doesn't – if you don't like me, you can always sell me...” That was another disappointing prospect, but Alex did not look pleased with him at all. What was he meant to do? “I can do anything you ask, si- Alex.” He reached across to touch the man, placing his hands on Alex's thighs. Using someone's name was strangely novel, and he had to smile.
 
Alex blinked and looked up from his reading and said "I'm trying to help you out here. Can't you at least pretend that you like the idea of a human name?" Alex sighed and said "It's not that I don't like you, it's just, I'm not comfortable treating you like a pet." Alex rubbed the back of his neck and looked thoughtful. He said finally "Let's do it this way. You can stay with me if you want, but, there are a few conditions." Alex cleared his throat and said "I want you to learn how to read, learn about the city, math, and basically have an education. I'm going to hire someone to teach you, but you have to promise me you're going to actually learn. Then, when you're not meeting with your tutor, I'm going to have a friend teach you how to cook. Because I sure as hell don't know how. Not that I haven't tried. But I'm trying to not kill anybody with my cooking. That's what my gun is for."

Alex mused out loud "And it would probably be good for you to learn some self defense......" Alex studied Kitten and said "Does all this sound fair? You can stay with me, but you have to learn all this stuff. Cause once you do, I'm gonna teach you how to use a computer. Hopefully you'll like it and catch on. Then you can be a programmer and make enough money to take care of yourself and buy whatever you want." Alex was basically planning on teaching Kitten how to be independent and self-reliable. Alex couldn't take care of Kitten forever, he wasn't that good. Hell, he couldn't even take care of plants or fish. If Kitten learned all of this, than he had a better chance of surviving because Alex frankly wasn't fully equipped or able to take care of someone besides himself. So hopefully, if Kitten learned, Alex wouldn't be responsible for Kitten's complete care.
 
This asking what Kitten wanted was making him deeply uncomfortable. He pulled back a little and shifted in his seat. “If that is what you want, sir? Alex. I mean. Sorry.” Where else was he going to go? He would not know how to get anywhere. It was all up to Alex, after all. “I will do what you ask me to.” He smiled more widely, happy that Alex was going to keep him. Being sold was something he really wouldn't have wanted to happen. He had heard stories of his kind being treated badly, and he was afraid of it.

The idea of earning an income went straight over Kitten's head, however, that Alex might as well not have wasted his breath. “I can cook a little, sir. Sorry.” Apparently Alex was going to be 'sir' and then the abrupt realisation that he wasn't meant to use that word for a while. “Master taught me.” Apart from sucking cock, it was his only other skill-set, and it had happened mostly because his master had been bored one weekend. Hopefully Alex would be pleased at that.

Kitten, on the other hand, was happy that someone was planning his time out for him. It was better that way. “I would like to learn to read...” He had always been curious about the little symbols that surrounded him. “And you're much better looking than Master.” Younger, not grey, and not out of shape. It wasn't difficult for Kitten not to be impressed and cheered by this.
 
Alex shrugged and said "At least you can cook. I can't even cook. So it's fine." Alex beamed at Kitten's mentioning of wanting to learn how to read. He seemed to latch onto that "Good. There's a start." He sighed and said "Look. Don't call me 'Sir'. It makes me feel old." Rubbing at the back of his head, he said "Being called sir makes me feel like an old man with grey hair and out of shape." Looking a little indignant, he said "I'm only twenty two dammit! I ain't that old." Alex rolled his shoulders and said "And I'm hungry. I'll order some food." Opening his cellphone, he made a call to a local pizza place, ordering two large pizzas. One with plain cheese and one with all types of meat and extra cheese." Hanging up, he then made a call to a tutor for Kitten. After he discussed some stuff with the tutor, Alex hung up once again. Alex then dialed another number, chatting up his friend and after a few minutes, he hung up and turned to Kitten.

Alex said with a satisfied grin "My friend has a pet as well. She had a gourmet chef teach her pet how to cook all types of food. So, we'll be spending Friday evenings for dinner at her home, there you'll learn to cook from her pet as you help her make dinner. Okay? You'll both be working together to make dinner. Monday through thursday, your tutor will be coming and staying from 1-5. I work from 1pm until around 9PM. The first couple of days, the tutor will make sure you're fed before they leave, but after you're eating, the tutor will leave. You can watch TV until I come home with dessert. Don't answer the door for anyone. I will always have my key with me, so make sure you behave and try not to cause the tutor any trouble, okay?" Alex waited for Kitten's confirmation.
 
He waited patiently until Alex was done, chewing his lip and fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. It looked like his life was going to be a lot more complicated all of a sudden. How was he going to remember all that? He rarely even knew what day of the week it was. Was he even clever enough to learn all those sorts of things? But he might as well do his best. This man seemed nice. He would not want to ruin things.

“Yes, si- Alex.” He was trying. It wasn't as if he was making that mistake on purpose to annoy Alex.

There was one important nagging question that Alex had not yet mentioned, however. “What about sex?” It was what Kitten was made for. His genetics made sure that he needed and wanted it, that his skin was sensitive and that it really wasn't hard to arouse him. “Who is allowed to use me?” He was making the perfectly natural assumption that Alex was, at some point, going to fuck him.
 
Alex smacked his forehead and said "Damn. Forgot about that." Alex scratched the back of his head and said "Well, uh, that's a very good question. I honestly have not thought about that." Alex hadn't wanted to think about it at all actually. Alex said with a sigh "I don't know. Can we talk about that at a different point in time? For now, we'll just have to worry about it later." Alex said "We'll tackle that issue only when you absolutely, and I mean, you are so freakin' desperate you'd hump the couch kind of desperate, okay? Good." In all honesty, Alex didn't want to talk about it. He wasn't a virgin by any means, he'd slept with a few women, but to be honest, he'd never thought about sex with a male. Okay, he kinda had, but he wasn't ready to actually tackle that issue just yet. For now, he was blissful in his world of 'I'm content just watching gay porn when the mood strikes me'. He wasn't quite too eager to put into practice what he'd seen in the pornos just yet.

So in reality the whole 'until Kitten was absolutely desperate' plan was more for Alex than for Kitten. Alex sighed and said "Moving on, we'll have to figure out your sleeping situation. I'm sure you don't want to sleep on the couch for long. I s'pose you can share the bed with me, but it's small and I tend to cuddle." Alex sighed and said "Well, for now, you'll take the couch I guess."
 
KittKitten didn't like that issue being shoved off until later, and he frowned. His previous master had not permitted him to touch himself, so it had never taken long for Kitten to get twitchy. A few days of being ignored, and he'd be begging for it. Exactly what his previous master had liked. “I suppose so...” It was the first time he had actually sounded dubious about Alex's plans. He wasn't meant to question or disagree, but this seemed silly even to him.

“I like to cuddle?” Kitten said carefully, deliberately making it into a question. Was Alex really going to have him on the couch, all alone? “I don't mind if it's small.” Now he was contradicting Alex. Disagreeing with a master's decision! He was almost expecting to get slapped for it... His previous master certainly would have. Kitten was definitely taking liberties. This man had some very strange ideas, so maybe it would be best to steer him a little. Kitten had no interest in becoming independent or free. He wanted to have a master to sleep close to and to fuck him, who took care of his needs in exchange for Kitten's absolute affection.
 
Alex sighed. He said almost disappointedly "I'm not gonna win with you, am I?" Dry washing his face with his hand, he said "Alright, fine, fine. You can share the bed with me." He said "But you'd better learn everything from the cook and the damn tutor." Dry scrubbing his face, he added "And you'll have to learn to make coffee in the mornings I guess." Alex sighed again. Of course anything else he had to say was forgotten when the door bell rang. Getting up, he pulled out his wallet to pay for the two pizzas. After he paid for the pizzas, he placed them on the coffee table. Opening the boxes, he said "Try one of each, and let me know if you like either of them or not." He pulled off a slice for himself and then gave Kitten a slice to eat on one of the paper plates that came with the pizza.

After that, Alex ate in silence, not having much to say anymore.
 
He grinned widely at the permission to sleep in Alex's bed. “I can make coffee,” Kitten said, eager to please. He never drank any coffee, of course, seeing as caffeine made him hyper and annoying, but his master had liked to kick him out of bed first and order him to bring some. Why do anything yourself when you had a pet whose entire desire in life was to make you happy? Kitten had never been very good at waking up early though. Alarms tended to be useless.

Kitten was looking forward to getting more... Intimate with this man. He idly wondered what Alex's cock would be like inside him, so perhaps he was a little distracted while Alex was paying. Alex really was attractive. Far more attractive than anyone else that Kitten had been alone with before. He accepted the piece of pizza with a little start and pressed his legs together to prevent arousal.

This was another new thing to him. Master had not wanted to spoil him, so he had not been allowed much junk food. Kitten wasn't even sure if he liked pizza. He found the one with many things on it a little too strong, but only nibbled on two slices of the other one. Not much of an appetite. He was done eating quickly, then scooted over to Alex, leaning against him. He wanted to be touched.
 
Alex stiffened at the sudden contact, looking a little twitchy. He said "Uh, not so close....Please?" Putting his slice down, he turned to Kitten and said "Look, here's something else we need to talk about. I'm a criminal on the side, alright? I do jobs that require me to kill people or watch my back while I'm on the job. Sudden contact isn't good, especially when I'm not expecting it. I think you're rather fond of living." Alex dry washed his face and said "Look, all I'm saying is that I don't mind the contact, especially when I'm kind of expecting it, but, I've been solitary for most of my life and working as a criminal for about just as long, if not a bit longer. I don't want to hurt you. But sometimes, if I'm not at least warned of your approach, I'll put a bullet in you without even looking or thinking twice. When I realize, yeah, I'll probably regret it, but right then, I won't. Which is why I wanted you to learn some fighting skills.....In case you surprised me and I flipped out on you, I want you to be able to at least defend yourself until I realize who the hell I'm attacking or trying to put a bullet in."

Alex added "I'm also not very comfortable with human contact. Don't really have much of that. I'm pretty solitary by nature." Alex really was. Ever since he'd left home, he'd not really had any physical interaction with anyone. He'd had sex once or twice with women, but that was it. Other than that, he was pretty much solitary. So having Kitten in his life would probably make Alex a lot more twitchy until he got used to Kitten. Alex picked up a slice with his one hand and the other, he reached out to gently pet Kitten's back, at first his fingers were a little twitchy as he stroked Kitten's back, but as time went on, Alex relaxed and gently stroked Kitten's back. Alex was trying very hard to not twitch from the prolonged contact. He was forcing himself to remember the mantra 'He's genetically engineered to need the contact'. If it weren't for that mantra of thought, he'd probably have freaked and scooted off the couch. All this touching was making him twitchy. So many ways he could be killed by these touches. That thought made his twitching a little more pronounced, but he focused on the mantra as he switched to another piece of pizza.
 
At least Kitten's morality was non-existent, or he might have been concerned that he was in a room with a murderer. As it was, he was completely unfazed. Kitten doubted that he would ever be capable of defending himself against anyone. He had been taught that other people were always superior to him, and that if they felt like being violent towards him, he probably deserved it. Not the healthiest attitude, but it did make sure that he didn't get ideas.

“It's alright if you hurt me,” Kitten said eventually, staying still next to Alex, not wanting to move away. “I heal fast.” Most of all, he was aware that his body was not his own. If people wanted to hurt him, that was their right. Never having been abused, he lacked the imagination to imagine being hurt badly. “I'll make sure to warn you, si- Alex.” Still, he didn't want to get hurt. He wanted to avoid it if he could.

“I'll be good, I promise,” he reassured. “I only want to please you.” That was what he was always meant to say, and he did meant it. Kitten wanted Alex to like him. How miserable would it be to live with someone who didn't want him? He relaxed immediately under Alex's hand, soothed. Good. This was much better. He wrapped his arms around Alex's stomach and nuzzled his new master's side. “You smell nice.” Smelled human and right. Kitten didn't know if it was his genetics or just him that made him attracted to virtually anyone he got physically close to.
 
Alex sighed. Letting Kitten do what he wanted, he worked on eating the pizza. When he was full, he disentangled himself from Kitten and said "Let me put these away." He closed the pizza boxes and put the away in the fridge. Satisfied, he said to Kitten "I'm going to shower, find some way to amuse yourself for the next half hour." Leaving Kitten to amuse himself, Alex went to the bathroom and stripped, tossing his clothes into the hamper before he stepped into the shower and started washing him. He'd closed the door but hadn't locked it. The bathroom door didn't have a lock. The last one was broken, so he'd meant to fix it, but he'd just never gotten around to it. So he'd settled for closing the door for now.

Alex expected Kitten to try and figure out the TV or at least explore the apartment. Seeing as he had never had a pet, he didn't know what Kitten would do if left to his own devices which was why he'd left Kitten alone. Humming to himself as he rubbed shampoo into his hair, he stretched his toned body.
 
By the time Alex was done eating, Kitten had stealthily curled up against him. He was practically dozing, his eyes closed and content exactly where he was. He didn't really think that there was any better purpose for him. He had no reason to disbelieve his trainers or his master. Like a child, he unquestioningly believed in other people. “Huh?” Kitten questioned as he was moved, his eyes snapping open again.

Amuse himself? What was he allowed to do? He didn't even know. Nothing even occurred to him. He needed more precise instructions than that. Kitten didn't exactly get bored – he could spend hours doing exactly nothing while someone was busy. So that was what he ended up doing. He folded his legs under himself and cuddled up to one of the sofa pillows instead. Waiting, with his eyes half-closed and looking forward to bed. It didn't bother him at all that Alex had so far rejected all of his overtures. Bound to happen anyway. That was what he was for.
 
Alex came out in nothing but a towel around his waist. Noticing Kitten, he called "Hey, if you're tired, you could always go to bed." Walking into the bedroom, he said "Come on. I'll lend you some pajamas or something." Alex, with his back to Kitten, pulled the towel from his waist. Naked except for the towel in hand, he dried himself off, toweling his hair off before he moved to dry his legs. The view Kitten was presented with was Alex's ass in the air for a couple minutes. At least until he finished drying his lower half off. Standing, he pulled out a pair of boxers. Pulling them on, he tossed the other pair to Kitten and said "I have to do laundry tomorrow. I'll just wash your clothes with mine. Getting into the bed that was in the corner and out of the way, he lay on the bed with his back to Kitten, giving the male privacy to dress.

That was his intention anyway. Alex ended up drifting off to sleep instead. He wasn't quite asleep just yet, but he was starting to get there. He was alert enough that he listened for Kitten to come to bed. He murmured drowsily "When you're dressed, turn the lights off and come to bed." He snuggled closer to the wall, giving Kitten a bit more space to spread out if he wanted.
 
Kitten trailed after Alex towards the bedroom. He couldn't help admiring the view of the well defined muscled of Alex's back... He bit his lip as he stared. He wanted to touch. He wondered what sort of man Alex was in bed. How would it be? He had only known his previous master and some of his previous master's boyfriends. He had always found it interesting to be touched by different men. All so different.

“Ah, yes sir. Alex.” Interrupted in his fantasy. He had no need for privacy, since he had no idea what shame was. He pulled off his pants and his shirt, briefly going to the bathroom to wash his hands, face and feet. Apparently Kitten didn't actually own any underwear, just the pants and the clothes. It hadn't been necessary. He came back to the room, pulled on what was given to him. He loosened his hair and put his fingers through it to smooth it, looking at Alex. Would Alex prefer it up or down? He would no doubt find out later.

There was nothing else to do but what Alex had asked him to, and turn out the light just before sliding in under the covers. “Are you tired, Alex?” he asked, moving so he could lean his face against Alex's shoulder.
 
Alex yawned and murmured something unintelligible. But yes, Alex was tired. The fact that he was half way out the minute his head touched the pillow said that he was. snuggling back against the warmth, Alex sleepily rolled over. Opening an eye to stare at Kitten, he shut it and curled up against Kitten. The open eye had been ore of 'check' to see who was in bed with him. Recognizing Kitten, Alex had cuddled. But he really wasn't awake. It was more like he was on auto pilot. Yawning again, Alex was fast asleep once again.

Come morning, Alex found himself twined tightly around Kitten. Alex was too warm to slip free just yet. But when he finally forced himself five minutes later, he sleepily rubbed at his eyes and said "Morning." Alex got to his feet and wandered to the bathroom, relieving himself before he went into the kitchen and pulled out the cold pizza. Munching on it, he warmed up three slices for Kitten to eat and left it on a paper plate for the male to eat.
 
Oh. Definitely tired then. Kitten was just a trifle disappointed. He would have liked to do more than cuddle, not for Alex just to fall asleep... But he did not need much prompting to fall asleep too. It was always the easiest thing for Kitten to do. The bed was comfortable, Alex was warm next to him, and he couldn't really ask for more. (Perhaps something up his ass would have been nice.)

Morning came quickly, and Kitten wasn't even awake as Alex removed himself, and didn't even hear the word. What woke him was the absence. Slow realisation that this was a different bed from what had previously been home. Where was his new master? Already gone? He searched the bathroom and relieved himself too, then went to the kitchen. “Good morning, master.” Those were the proper words, but Kitten was nowhere near awake enough to remember that they were the ones that Alex probably didn't want. Kitten was still being disappointed at the lack of morning sex.
 
Alex winced at the master crap, but he was far too tired to do anything to protest. He said with a yawn "Morning." Scratching his belly absent mindedly, he walked past kitten with the intent to shower. His morning wood was rather obvious by the tent in his boxers, but Alex would take care of it while he showered. At least, that was his plan anyways. Letting out another yawn, he wandered into the bedroom, going through his drawers to look for some clothes to wear. Finding a pair of jeans, he then pulled out a pair of briefs and a plain old t-shirt. Holding them in hand he walked back into the kitchen and said looking a bit more alert "I'm going to shower Kitten. Eat your breakfast and then we'll do laundry, okay?"

His prominent morning wood was ignored and not even discussed. Instead he just went into the bathroom and got ready to shower.
 
For a moment, Kitten simply gazed at Alex, and especially at the crotch. He wasn't hungry yet – or maybe pizza had no appeal whatsoever – and if master had had need... (He hadn't forgotten his previous master, just simply let go of the things that he could not change.) Really, Alex wasn't going to ask him to? Maybe Alex was shy? Didn't want to just ask? Kitten wasn't sure at all what to do for a little bit, standing looking lost.

And then he followed Alex into the bathroom. He didn't want to surprise the man. “Alex...” Kitten wasn't used to taking the initiative, but he reached for Alex anyway, reaching for his hips and kneeling in front of him. It was clear what he was offering. He leaned forward a little, chewing on his lip, tugging Alex's boxers down.
 
Alex started at Kitten's surprise appearance. Blinking, he watched Kitten sink to his knees. He wanted to step back, but Kitten held his hips. His face turned a flaming red when his pants were pulled down and his arousal sprang free. Looking embarrassed, he reached down and said "You don't have to if you don't want to." He gently pet Kitten's head, not encouraging the male but not discouraging either. He did however, take a small step, wary that he was within arm's length of Kitten's reach. Not to mention Kitten still held his hips in place. Alex said softly "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I can take care of it myself." Alex didn't care either way, but he just didn't want to make Kitten uncomfortable or feel obliged. Of course Alex was forgetting the whole 'genetically engineered' for sex bit, otherwise, he'd have probably been an eensy weensy bit more accommodating and accepting.
 
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