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Jenny pouted and said "Awww you're no fun." Alex smirked and said "Well, at least he's flexible. I seem to recall you and Lucy getting stuck that one time and I had to come over and get you out of it." Jenny turned red and so did Lucy. Alex smirked and Jenny said "Well, Don't worry. At least I know how to pleasure Lucy. You don't even know what to do with your own pet!" Alex turned red and said with a huff "So? S'not like he minds. He hasn't started humping the couch yet." Jenny snickered and told Kitten "At the rate he goes, you'd probably be better off humping the couch." Alex blinked, and said "Hey! I'm not that bad!" At the look Jenny gave him, Alex, flushed and said "Okay, maybe I am, but s'not my fault. I have no idea what to do..." Jenny sighed dramatically and said to Kitten "See, you at least know what to do, right?'
 
"If you were my mistress," Kitten said to Jenny, straightening himself up. "I would be all the fun you wanted to be." He felt really like he was pushing it, but no one seemed to be angry yet.

"I mind." Ooh, contradicting his master. Kitten's mood hadn't been good for the week, and it had come to a sort of breaking point. The assumptions that Alex seemed to be making about him... It wasn't right. At least everyone else who had handled him before wasn't wilfully ignorant about what he really was. "Just because I am well trained and know how to behave in front of people doesn't mean I have no feelings." Maybe he wasn't human, but even Kitten had emotional needs. He was a physical creature, and his emotional well-being was linked closely to that.
 
Alex flinched. Jenny sighed and said "See Alex? Why're you being so difficult?" Alex snapped "How the hell am I supposed to know? What? Do I just thrust in. Well I'm sorry if I'm not into being a fucking prick and causing pain." Jenny winced. Alex was pissed now. He snarled "Why am I expected to do everything? Know everything? I fucking work, earn money and live my goddamn life. I'm taking care of him! I'm sorry if I'm not a promiscuous guy. Besides, why am I always expected to be the dominant one??"
 
Kitten just stared. "It doesn't hurt me. I wanted it with you." He didn't even know where to start with Alex's objections. Alex had worried about hurting him? It almost made him laugh. No one had ever been concerned about that. It wasn't as if Kitten had ever asked for pain. Everything he had wanted from Alex had been entirely about pleasure. Alex's denial had been the painful part. "You never asked me." He was hurt. "How am I meant to know?" He had never had a master like Alex. The biggest irony was probably that Kitten tended to be more submissive the more he felt someone was displeased with him. "I am to do whatever my master asks me to." Probably the wrong phrase here, but if Alex had said something. Anything to imply that he didn't want Kitten as far away as possible. "I thought..." He looked away, biting his lip briefly. "That you would rather be rid of me. It's alright if you would. I hoped that you would like me, but if you don't... Then do it. Get rid of me." It was the biggest speech he had probably ever made.
 
Alex shot Kitten a look that was a mixture of pain, anger and hurt. Without even stopping, he whirled about and stormed into his bedroom, locking the door pointedly. Jenny sighed. "Oh dear. He wants you Kitten, but Alex has never been comfortable with sex." She said "He's just not comfortable with it. He's trying to be good for you, but I think he's just scared of starting anything on his own. Maybe if you were a little more dominant as a sub? I think he'd probably be more willing to try."
 
Hearing that lock click was worse than being hit. "I thought I was lucky to have someone so kind and good-looking," Kitten said cynically. He had never thought that he could be cynical. Maybe it had been better to be owned by an fat old man who thought him no better than a toy to be sometimes shared with his friends. He frowned and sniffed sharply, holding back the urge to go slam himself at that door and beg forgiveness. But he did almost the same thing - he went to the door and sat against it, so that if Alex tried to leave then he would definitely at least trip over Kitten.
 
When Alex came out, it was long after Jenny and Lucy had cleaned up and left and it was about midnight. Tripping over Kitten, Alex was sent to the ground with a loud thump and a streak of cursing as he clutched at his nose. The cussing didn't stop as he staggered to his feet and went to the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood drops behind him. Standing over the sink, he started using toilet paper to staunch the bloody nose.
 
Kitten had fallen asleep on the floor there, still waiting. It was an uneasy sleep, and Alex tripping over his ribs was not the best wake up call. That would bruise, and he was momentarily winded, needing a few moments to get up. Alex seemed really intent on running away. Kitten stopped at the bathroom door, careful to remain in the way. The only way that Alex could leave was to shove him out of the way. "I'm sorry." For speaking his mind? For upsetting Alex? He still wasn't entirely sure what to do. If he made a move that was entirely unwated, he wondered if he had too much to lose... "But you are being cruel to me."
 
Alex stopped mid-curse and asked "What do you want me to do? Order you around? Because I can do that if you want. I could say go get the cleaning supplies from under the sink and clean the blood off the floor as an 'order'. Would that make you happy? Besides the whole goddamn sex thing."
 
Even a few days ago, the answer might have been a completely unqualified 'yes'. Here, this time... He wasn't so sure anymore. "My purpose was to make my owner happy in whatever way they want me to." How could Kitten be happy if his master was being annoying and passive-agressive. "If you are angry with me, beat me. Take your anger out on me if that's what you want. I am not human. There is no shame in anything you do with me..." He was saying the wrong things, so he stopped, abruptly. "Tell me what I do wrong. I am not made to second-guess you. And even if I do... When I do things wrong I have more to lose than you do. I know you stole me. I don't know how to go back. I don't want to mess things up... If you killed me, the most you'd get is a criminal damage charge. You said that you have killed before. I bet that it wouldn't even be hard." What Kitten was trying to say was that he was afraid. He felt no security anymore, and he was finding a sharp and bitter little edge to his personality.
 
Alex sighed and said "Fine. There's cleaning supplies under the sink. Clean up the blood on the floor for me please. Then, go get a ziploc bag and fill it with some ice from the freezer and bring the bag to me." Alex switched out the bloody tissues, not really all that happy with this whole situation.
 
"No." A shiver ran down his spine at daring to refuse, especially so flatly, with just that single word. Usually he would qualify his refusals with a whole pile of apologies, imply he was too stupid to do whatever task, suggest someone else do it, but this time it was different. "I refuse to obey you." Just to say it before he changed his mind, to make it perfectly clear exactly why he was saying no. He needed it. If Alex was not going to take care of all of his needs, what was the point of saying yes?
 
Alex shrugged and said "Fine. Do what you want then." He continued to staunch his bloody nose, waiting for his nose to stop bleeding. When it finally stopped bleeding as much, he changed the tissues to a clean one and left the bathroom to go to the kitchen. Getting the cleaning supplies from under the sink, he sat on the floor, still plugging his nose to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he stared to scrub the carpet, working to get the stains from his bloody nose.
 
Do what he wanted? What did he want? Kitten wasn't sure. He trailed after Alex, watching him work with his arms crossed. The longer he stood there, the more he felt he should get on his knees and apologise, but he was sulking. Why should he not refuse to once, at least, just do what he was told, put his own feelings aside? He was a little disappointed that Alex did not realise at all how momentuous this was.
 
Alex didn't seem to care, he just focused on scrubbing the blood out with one hand while his other hand plugged his bloody nose. Alex looked up at Kitten and then looked back down again as he continued scrubbing away at the mess in front of him. He didn't have time, nor did he care to, to praise Kitten and worry about Kitten. He had been nice, and now every one was yelling at him. Well fuck that. He was done. He was just going to act normally and stop being nice.
 
There was one thing that Kitten could always do. He didn't feel like being nice either. He could ask incredibly awkward questions. "What was wrong when I sucked you off? I liked seeing your face then..." Seeing as it was the only sexual thing he had done all week, his memories were still completely clear. "You liked it, and then... What happened? It was a good breakfast for me. Didn't you see how hard I was?" Trying to make things clear.
 
Alex sighed and said as he sat there "It's not that I didn't like it, I did, I just- didn't like losing the control." Looking up at Kitten, he said softly "I like my control. I like being able to control everything. And-And when you sucked me off, I wasn't in control. It's just not something I'm used to." Alex had control issues, wanting always to be in control of everything, even though he was unable to he still tried anyways.
 
Kitten cocked his head to the side, pondering. They had a massive problem. "You need to learn to relax." Kitten was excellent at letting go. Just relax, go with the flow, do what the other person wanted to. "How else will you ever enjoy yourself?" It seemed a little sad, really, to be wound up so tight, unable to lie next to someone and just feel them. It wasn't as if Kitten was going to hurt Alex. But mostly, he was baffled here. "Maybe she was right, and someone does need to tie you up..."
 
Alex flushed at the last statement. He said gruffly "I'm fine. I am relaxed. I just like being in control." He didn't need to be fine. He just liked being in control. There was nothing wrong with trying to be in control of everything. Alex stood and threw his tissues away, his nose no longer bleeding. Washing his hands clean, he peeled his bloody shirt off and threw it in the hamper. He then went back to scrubbing the carpet with the cleaners, scrubbing as he worked to get the blood out of his cream colored carpet.
 
Kitten stepped close and knelt, stopping Alex's work by taking his hands. "You should let go. At least in your own house. It doesn't matter what you do elsewhere." He ran his hands over Alex's back, leaning against him. "See. Even now I want you. With all the things you said." Kitten tried to guide Alex's hand on top of the bulge in his pants. "Just because you're this close."
 
Alex snorted and said "Can't. If I'm not in control of things, they're never done to my liking. That's why I never eat at restaurants if I can avoid it. Least at home if something happens I can control the situation. If I'm outside I can't control the situation as much and that doesn't make me feel comfortable." Alex blinked as Kitten took his hand and placed it over the bulge. Alex controlled his breathing to make it not hitch with panic at being in a position he wasn't in control of. Slowly, he pulled his hand away and grumbled "That's because your DNA makes you find me attractive. Doesn't seem fair."
 
"Does what I am make my feelings less real?" Kitten asked, disappointed yet again. It wasn't as if he could help his desires, his thoughts... He was aware of them and of his faults, but it seemed better to live with such things. "Ever since that morning, I keep wanting you inside me again. I keep wondering what it would be like if you took me hard and fast on the floor or slow and gentle in the bed... I want to touch you more, but I don't dare if it makes you angry." What he worried even more about was making Ales unhappy. As it was, he felt as if anything sexual was an unwanted assault on Alex's personal dignity, and even Kitten knew that such things could easily become rape. It had been done to him, after all.
 
Alex sighed and said "I don't know to be honest. That's why I was hoping you'd well, not become so attached to me. I'm not the type that can settle into relationships. At least I don't think so." Alex sighed again and said "I'm not always angry. It's just-It's easier to be angry than anything else." Alex sighed and said "Again, I'm the type that is used to certain things, certain ways. I can't be what I'm not and I can't change what I am. I'm trying already, but sometimes, I'm just not that good."
 
"Why would I be any better at changing what I am than you?" Kitten said sadly. "I am made to become attached to anyone I spend a lot of time with." Effectively, he could not be free. His creators had thought it a kindness: after a while it would become impossible to hate a master, however cruel or disgusting. It was impossible to refuse to feel that little thrill of pleasure when someone told him he was good, or pretty, or he did something well.

"Let me have sex with you at least once," Kitten offered. "And if you hate it, find me a new master." It was as much of an ultimatum as he could offer.
 
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