Break The Cycle [BAB+Soubi]

[BABingu]

South Korea, 2053. Women dominate the planet. Men are rare, kept safe and cared for to ensure the survival of the human race. They are also used for entertainment, entertainment of a very sexual kind. Men are raised to believe that there is no other way to live, but some dream of what is beyond their understanding, of freedom.

[video=youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yUexY1LGOU&feature=fvsr[/video]​

NOTE: This rp is already in progress and moved from another site.

BAB's Characters

Hanul (Male #2169)

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Seunghyun (Male #2313)

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FINALLY!

Jiyong nearly leapt on Seunghyun when the others eyes finally met his. He couldn't help his body immediately responding to his bonded's new look, even if his demeanor had much left to be desired. Hell the fact that Seunghyun's eyes had storm clouds brewing still wasn't enough to stop Jiyong from wanting him. The feeling was almost worse than when he had been consuming the double doses of “vitamins”, physically painful even. Adrenalin flooded Jiyong blood stream, and he was almost springing from his seat before the golf cart abruptly came to a halt tossing him back a little and shaking him to his senses.

“Damnit.” Jiyong murmured under his breath. They were here. . .

* * *

Kyu was not surprised that the new collar had done nothing for Hanul's deposition. If anything he was even more unruly than before. Kyu was not sure, what or who this wild man was anymore, but he liked it not at all. Sitting as far from the new willful “former” pet, Kyu didn't miss his eye rolling or the way he made sure to spread himself all over the sofa. Kyu was grateful as hell in that moment that he had once again avoided his vitamins—the last thing he wanted was to desire Hanul in this state. As a matter of fact after what the pet had put him through—he was positive he never wanted to desire anything or anyone again. Kyu just wanted the women to get this farce over with, and send Jiyong and hid weird partner on their merry way.

The women commanded them to the door, and Kyu sucked his teeth at Hanul's display of brawn. Childishly he hoped the females shocked the misbehaved pet one good one for his foolishness. But they merely gave him disgusted looks and marched them both into the entryway. They rounded the corner and Kyu could already smell Jiyong's familiar lab mate scent—and it immediately repelled him slightly. It was a normal reaction—this discomfort with lab mates. It was meant to prevent lab mates from the urge to bond with each other sexually, and as almost a scent marker indication that they were technically family in some why. Jiyong basically smelled similar to Kyu. Kyu was fair certain he had once been told by Jiyong that the other was a distant uncle to him, several times removed, hence their stronger then usual repelling of each other. Which as far as Kyu was concerned that meant Jiyong was only useful if he perhaps needed a kidney later on in life and about 10 or 15 of his other lab mates were killed and their kidneys rendered useless.

Kyu bristled visibly as the closer they got to his “uncle” and his partner, as more pheromones that smelt much like his own smacked Kyu in the face. They were so strong he could smell them past the break, blood clogging his nasal way and the splint. Well fucking hell why didn't he just come naked Kyu thought petulantly, it would have been the same thing. Kyu couldn't stop the angry, jealous hurt creeping up his spine at the thought of Jiyong being eager to screw his pet. So what if the pet in question hated him and would rather stuff himself in a wood chipper than sleep with Kyu. The little disgraced master clasped his hands together tight enough for his nails to bite into the skin of the fatty part of his palm.

It was that or claw Jiyong's pretty cat like face off.

Kyu was so immersed in his own anger he almost missed the show. The women immediately began screeching at Jiyong's partner, who Kyu had finally noticed and was now sorta fascinated by. Aside from the fact he was about an inch or so taller than Hanul, whom Kyu had always thought was the tallest man he had ever seen—Seunghyun had blue hair. Not a normal darkening of blank to almost blue. No this was sea green and ocean blue. Even better it seemed he was also as badly behaved as Hanul. Evidenced by his breaking formal training protocol, to yank Jiyong back against him for what Kyu could only call the most possessive kiss he had ever seen. Kyu shifted on the balls of his feet, uncomfortable, while the women tried to pry the two miscreants apart. The willful man, seemed determined to lip sex his partner for them all to see. Kyu blushed, feeling discomforted—and yet with a wild urge to cheer the two on. It was obvious Jiyong liked what had happened—as he was almost knocking Kyu over with his needy scent. If their tie as lab mates didn't make Jiyong so repellant to him—Kyu might have been willing to screw his newly pink haired distant uncle himself.

Seunghyun allowed the handlers to force them apart—Kyu really could not call it any thing other that “allowing”. Then his lips were moving almost impercipient, while he laid his forehead on Jiyong's. Kyu strained to hear what he said—but being that he wasn't exactly built for brawn, his ears were not heightened as his sense of smell was. Had he been speaking to his “pet from hell” Hanul, he would have asked him what had been said—as Hanul was genetically design with a few extra bell and whistles Kyu lacked, like heightened hearing, and the large muscular distribution that he had been throwing around lately. Muscles that Kyu was stoutly trying to ignore as they appeared larger that usual as if he worked out all day and night.

Bastard.

* * *

The kissing was unexpected.

Jiyong felt himself spinning backward against his will, and basically falling into Seunghyun, more than going to him. He didn't even hear their furious handlers commands or see the shocked expressions of Kyu and his off-kilter pet. There was only the disjointed sensation of spinning out of control and then the warmth and safety of Seunghyun's heat and arousal hardened body. Instinct flattened Jiyong against the skin he could feel like a furnace even through Seunghyun's clothing. His nose filled with the intoxicating scent of his bonded's chemically amped hormones. Jiyong didn't even try to control his desire, and he wasn't in the least sorry his own body probably smelt like a novice porn idol freshly into puberty having his first training session.

Yes he damn well wanted Seunghyun desperately, right here right now on the fucking floor of this entryway and he didn't give a shit who knew. Jiyong felt the incredible rush of excitement and lust three days without this had done to him. He opened his mouth eagerly to the sense ravishing kiss and attempted to devour and be devoured by his bonded simultaneously—clutching hungrily at the chest that he feel a heart slamming against. But what Jiyong wanted, no needed, wasn't to be and all too soon Seunghyun was pulling those beloved lips away from his. Jiyong fought to regain his coherency, calm his breathing and in doing so nearly missed the bare whisper of words that were part good-by, part tease and part command.

"Don't let him push you around, you little prick."

Jiyong opened to say no—never—but the females were already forcing them away from each other, and he feared that if he did speak it would start him to screaming uncontrollably in fury. They led away his Seunghyun, yes his, no one elses, least of all his annoying little bratty cousin-nephew Kyus.

Even if it took the rest of his life, if Kyu so much as breathed on his Seunghyun too hard, Jiyong was going to gut the little pest that shared his DNA.

* * *

Jiyong glared out at the poorly mannered pet from where he sat comfortably crossed legged on Hanul's bed. Hanul was slowly getting to his feet again, even though his body still twitched lightly from what Jiyong had decided would be the first, last and only warning he'd get to keep his fucking hands to himself unless told otherwise.

“No. I am not a master. . .pet. And despite what your nose probably says I'm not cut from the same cloth as Kyu either that you so proudly “beat up”. Oh and while Kyu may have “let you go”, the last time I checked you held a knife on him after days of terrorizing him—word gets around and the porn idol loop is quite small. Your a bullying asshole, but I'm not your bitch. Why the fuck do you think Seunghyun and I are here? Oh and while you're bragging genius remember it was you who also got himself recaptured twice by the very same women who really own you.” Jiyong's eyes flashed with a different sort of emotion. He might be pissed that Kyu was alone with his Seunghyun, but Kyu was still part of his genetic pool and he didn't like the causal way Hanul talked about beating on masters, while Kyu's bruised face, broken nose, scabbed over arms, and too thin frame bore witness to the stupid pet's less than tender mercies. Kyu was bratty—but not that bratty. Jiyong had to mentally force his finger away from the control and not to zap the brute in front of him one more good time.

“I may not be a master, but I am still your hyung. . .dongsaeng.” Jiyong made sure to stress the subordinate positions for this pet that appeared to have an issue with authority. Then he waved the small thing that was the cause of their current contention. “I'm also the testy motherfucker with the remote to your nifty little dog collar slash choke chain electro-shock sex toy get-up. I'm also not Kyu either you ignorant caveman, despite my scent and thus am not bonded to you in anyway. I won't hesitate to shock you into a coma if you force my hand, and not feel a damn thing while you twitch and froth at the mouth. In other words you should probably relax, and keep your grabby ass hands to yourself until I say different.”

Jiyong guessed thanks to the hint baby roundness near Hanul's cheeks, and his heavily testosterone ladden scent that could be smelt from well across the room—the pet was either as young or not much older than Kyu. In order words, a horny over grown damn near teenager.

And he was off the pills.

This. . . was him clear headed? They really were insane over here. Positive that Hanul had gotten the message that he wasn't the one today, Jiyong slipped graceful from his folded position on the bed and moved into the bedroom camera blind spot. Too bad they didn't use these all over the dorm. If they had Jiyong would have turn all the cameras off and went running to Seunghyun. But the dorm camera were cut from a different technological cloth. Turning them off required hacking from a computer, which of course the pet room would not have. That meant he was stuck with Hanul for several hours until night fall when food services let them out to eat, or Seunghyun found a way to hack the cameras and locks. Stuck, but he would be damn sure those stupid women didn't get a show either. He rolled the timer back on the camera and them yanked its circuits out. There now it would just show him talking, with Hanul on his knees. All very trainer like. Feeling relief now that they were sorta alone Jiyong turned back to Hanul.

“So do you want to play cards or nap while we wait for night fall and Seunghyun to come and break us out of this prison?”

* * *

Kyu was unfamiliar with what his “trainer” smelled like turned on, and he had no partner bond or latent genetics to help him out either. However the hard-on straining against blue hairs pants was enough to send Kyu scrambling over to the other side of the room and his favorite chair. Kyu took a defensive position, ready to pounce if the other even move and inch in his direction.

But to his shock not only did blue hair not come any closer, sat on the bed as if Kyu weren't even there. He also promptly undid his pants. Kyu's mouth dropped open. What in the hell?

"Just taking the edge off."

Kyu was still too stunned to comment and the weird guy got even weirder. He leaned back and started stroking himself. For a moment Kyu thought the pervert was using him as wank material—but his eyes were closed as if he was the only one in the room. Kyu took his preoccupation as an invite to get a closer look. It's not like he'd care, right? Kyu eased onto the bed behind that still very shocking very fascinating hair color and peered over his supposed trainer's shoulder to get a better look.

“You have a really big dick.” Kyu chirped merrily. “It's nice, kinda thick. . . like Hanul's. It must be something you bigger guys get in DNA. That must be why they made you a trainer. . .”

It felt good to be able to talk again. Kyu had missed sound in the silence that he in lived in now by avoiding his former pet. Hanul use to talk to him, back before—when they had lived in lies, but now. . . well Kyu had his fill of insults. Silence was easier, but talking about was a relief. Not that the tall blue haired male answered back—but that was ok he wasn't alone and that was enough.

“Is it true that Jiyong is your second bond? Why did you pick him? Aren't you a master?” The questions and chatter continued to pour out of Kyu like a waterfall of speech. “I thought master are masters because of a genetic trait make us more dominant? I didn't see a collar on Jiyong. . . does that mean you let him fuck you too? Why are your numbers different? Isn't his suppose to change for you? How do you bond if there is no pet pledge?

And on it went. . .

“Did you know Jiyong and I are from the same lab? It's true he has a butterfly on his lower back just like the one on my chest. . .”

“What's it like to be a pain master? Is the sex different? Do you do it until they scream and bleed?”

“You should pierce your cock.”

“How come you wear so many clothes?”

“Did your other bond really jump and suicide himself?”

“I tried suicide once. . .it didn't work.”

“You know I don't like being fucked right?”

“Why do you have blue hair?”

“Why are you masturbating?”

“Do you miss Jiyong?”

“You kissed him really hard!”

Kyu rambled on and on completely unconcerned that Seunghyun might not want to talk or might not even answer him. It was as if he had been pent up behind a dam and that dam had burst to overflow and all his talk was the wet rushing aftermath.

It was like he’d been kicked in the stomach or something, the way he could do nothing but sit speechless and stare slightly opened mouthed at Jiyong. The electric shock had something to do with it, his awestruck expression as he hadn't honestly expected the other male to even think of using the device on him. Though, the more defining reason for the slow function in his brain cells had to do with the person speaking the words he was trying to absorb.

So this was the difference between Kyu and other males. Despite being a master, Kyu had never had to truly talk down to Hanul. In the past, the pet might have been slightly chided by his master, but in the end Kyu always softened the moment by ending any punishments with affection. Hanul didn’t realize how spoilt of a pet he actually had been, therefore it was only natural that he set into a serious rebellion when Kyu tried to establish himself as the dominant in an aggressive or harsh manner, as Jiyong was attempting now. Kyu had been awkward with the different role he had to take, never having had a misbehaving pet he probably didn’t know how to handle Hanul with a forceful hand, and probably didn’t want to. Hanul instinctively hadn’t believed it, it was as though his subconscious understood that Kyu wasn’t serious about it, that his heart wasn’t in it. Not knowing why, Hanul only took it for weakness, which he exploited.

Now though, with his new “trainer” taking on the demeanor that Kyu should have upon Hanul’s first recapture, the pampered pet was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the idea of seriously submitting to another male, which was leading him to do nothing but sit in a disbelieving and awed stupor. Jiyong had some serious balls, but even more than that, he did not possess any affection for Hanul. It was rather refreshing to the stray pet.

He’d been shut up in this place with absolutely NOTHING to get rid of his boredom. Kyu had been masterfully avoiding him, therefore the chance of burning off any energy – mental or physical – in some kind of fight was impossible. Jiyong was throwing out a challenge to Hanul, or at least that’s how the pet’s haughty mind perceived it. Hanul was rather in the mood for a challenge, as he was already amped up by Jiyong’s slightly familiar and very strong scent. Even if they weren’t bonded, the sudden influx of such potent hormones in the 69’s dorm, which had been lacking them for so long now, was nearly the equivalent of ringing a dinner bell for a famished beast. If Hanul had been as susceptible to the drugs like before, Jiyong probably would have found himself laid out on the bed with an overeager pet atop him the moment the bedroom door had shut behind them.

As he contemplated all this while sitting on the floor watching Jiyong, Hanul’s expression went from one of dumb awe to something with an edge of dangerous satisfaction. He had watched with interest as the other male had reset the camera, showing that the sexy bastard was not only cocky but also smart apparently. When Jiyong turned around to face him, that prettily framed face of his looking down at him rather condescendingly, Hanul couldn’t help the smirk that played at the corners of his mouth. This could actually be fun, something he hadn’t had in a very long time.

He changed his sitting position to leaning back on his palms, and tilted his head slightly as he looked over Jiyong’s thin frame again, his collar glinting darkly. He did his best to use the gaze that he’d found the women always shied away from, trying to intimidate with nothing but the movement of his eyes. His gaze stayed for a moment longer on the electric control in the other’s slender fingers, before trailing up to the made up face, meeting the temporary trainer’s eyes.

“You sure you haven’t had some kind of master’s training? Because that attitude of yours really seems to come quite naturally. Of course, waiting for your partner to come break you out doesn’t exactly scream power now does it?"

He stood up gracefully despite his size, his body moving easier and lighter than one would guess thanks to his youth. Instead of moving towards Jiyong though, he walked to the door, and the electric lock there. Before doing anything else, he turned to give Jiyong a sly grin, features spreading as he couldn't help but to breathe in the desirous scent of the other male.

"Why don't I help you learn how to get out of that submissive role you take with your bonded? I'm sure you'll be a lot less inclined to this shitty attitude once you're not inferior to him any more."

Before Jiyong could answer, Hanul turned and ripped off the lock's keypad, throwing it on the floor. He didn't hesitate in the slightest as he reached to the circuit board beneath and tore out a few wires connected to it. The device gave a sad little crying buzz of resistance before it died completely. He nodded, satisfied at his quick work, and dusting off his hands playfully, he turned back to Jiyong.

"Sorry. I just thought it might do you good if that partner of yours can't do the saving for you. And I couldn't resist after you reset the camera and all." He raised a brow at the other's furious expression. Hanul crossed his arms over his bare chest. "What? You going to shock me to death now?"

Hanul was clearly enjoying this, taking it as a game. He was just waiting for Jiyong to snap at him, do something stupid, then he'd get his hands on that control.

* * * * *​

The kiss he'd stolen had left him a physical jumping point for all his memories of his bonded's little sexual quirks and nuances to come to his mind's eye clear as if he were seeing them right then. He'd just been visualizing the way Jiyong had that little knack of tilting his hips in any position just right so that every centimeter of his length was hugged by slick hot muscle. Jiyong did it every time Seunghyun paused in his movements, it was the body's way of subconsciously asking Seunghyun to keep thrusting. His own body always answered, and it was only the possible image of Jiyong undulating in sexual need and fucking himself on Seunghyun's cock that could keep him from giving in to that little tilt every time.

His hand had started to move with more purposeful strokes than the lazy ones he'd started out with as the images in his head became more and more intense, his senses following along and procuring their own memories of touch and scent. It didn't hurt at all that 2469's closely matching scent gave an air of familiarity as the other male came up behind him. Just having that bodily warmth and familiar scent next to him caused his hand to speed up more, and for his tongue to slip out and wet his own bottom lip. He could feel himself getting closer to climax, with his palm wrapped around and running over his entire length rapidly. But then the questions started, jarring him for a second at the very unfamiliar voice.

His eyes cracked open from their closed state to glance over at the male who was looking at his dick with mild interest. Looking over Kyu's face did nothing for him, it was just one more face that wasn't Jiyong's, and so he simply closed his eyes again and tried to get back into the groove. It only became more and more difficult, and in his growing frustration he squeezed his own now glistening erection a little beyond comfortable. His hand stopped entirely when the chatter about suicide started, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. He didn't even try to stop the hand that clapped over the other's lips (luckily missing the poor fragile nose), effectively silencing the chatterbox immediately. His eyes had snapped open with the movement of his arm to turn himself and glare absolute impatience at the noisy and extremely nosy little master.

A semi growled sigh issued out of Seunghyun's mouth as he resituated himself slightly, once again closing his eyes and trying to recall the image of Jiyong's ass working over his cock instead of his own hand. With the room now silent it was a lot easier to do. The hand resting over Kyu's lips didn't take long to slip from its place as Seunghyun's other hand had resumed its increased pace, the sound of the smooth skin of his hand running over the even smoother skin of his penis being the only noise in the room other than the soft puffs of breath that came with the rising heat in Seunghyun's lower limbs. He finished off in a flourish of hand movement when only the image of the newly two tone haired Jiyong was all that filled his head, his features grimacing for a quick moment as he came, his cockhead being held away so that he dripped all over the hardwood floor. Carpet never would have been a good choice in the dorm of a porn idol pair.

After allowing himself a half minute of post orgasmic calm, Seunghyun simply stood and walked towards the bathroom, hitching his pants up and zipped with his one clean hand. He ignored Kyu as he washed his hands, though when he stepped to the doorframe wiping them on a fresh white towel, Seunghyun actually looked over 2469 properly for the first time since coming to the dorm. He didn't care nor register in the slightest that Kyu seemed to be leaning over the edge of the bed and looking down with slight distaste at his little mess on the floor. It half tempted him into cracking a small grin.

"They thought you'd like it better like this." Seunghyun expected the perplexed and somewhat annoyed expression that Kyu gave him from his rather obscure statement. "The hair of course," he said as he tilted his head to the side. "You asked about it, right?"

After hanging the hand towel back up on its rung, Seunghyun walked back into the bedroom. He held one arm up to rest his folded fingers on his chin, and the other arm folded across his waist to cup his elbow. It was the classic appraisal stance, and he used it to its fullest as he walked about the room leisurely taking in the details. Or rather, the lack of them. The room had a lack of individuality just like any porn idol's would, though he couldn't say that he'd particularly thought much of Kyu's home decorating touch with the former blacked out windows and such. He also took this time to eye the cameras about the room discretely, to be sure that they were positioned the same as his own dorm.

"I know why your pet went rebellious on you."

There was no preamble to his statement, no soft easing of words to the sure to be hurtful topic. Seunghyun understood that his pride would have driven him far beyond the realm of sane if something like what Hanul had done had happened to him. He could already tell what Kyu's first mistake was, just like he'd made the mistake with Seungri.

"You can't have feelings for a pet. Not if you want them to stay a pet.”

He turned then, looking directly at Kyu. He held no sympathy in his even gaze, but there was some understanding there, just a little.

Letting Kyu become lost in his own hurt, Seunghyun used the distraction to find Kyu's laptop. Taking it off the small couch in the room, Seunghyun sat down on the opposite side of the bed, opened it without permission, and immediately hit the web for the 69's dorm. The cameras weren't up to the public right now, but after logging in with his faked user, it was easy to follow his well worn trail, accessing him to current video.

Before he did anything else, Seunghyun was unable to resist checking in on Jiyong. At first, he smiled smugly at the image of his bonded sitting comfortably and briefing the pet, but it didn't take long for his expression to drop and for his brow to furrow. The scene was a little too good for him to believe, the women would fall for it, but Seunghyun wouldn't.

He shouldn't be upset, Jiyong was just being smart, giving himself some privacy, but Seunghyun's rationality was losing out to his possessiveness. He wanted, no NEEDED to know what was going on, to know how they were interacting, to know that Jiyong wasn't giving an inch to the pet, to know that he'd never come close to accepting the other male.

He closed his eyes for a moment to calm the surge of adrenaline and need that had coursed through him, but doing so only worsened it. All the images of how Jiyong smiled for him, moaned for him, screamed for him, all of them were tainted with the pet taking his place. He jerked his eyes back open quickly, grinding his teeth together in disgust. He couldn't just trust Jiyong to remain his only, he had to make it certain himself.

His hands were threatening to crush anything put into their grip, so he had to flex them carefully before setting them on the fragile laptop keyboard. He hadn't meant to work on getting them out so quickly, but ti couldn't be helped. As he started threading through the holes in the site's security he could feel Kyu's eyes on him, but it registered little in his mind, which was half frenzied with the need to have Jiyong physically in front of him.

 

[FindingSoubi]

Kyu (Male#2769)

Jiyong (Male#2777)

“You Asshole!”

The shocked gasp was the only thing Jiyong could pass through his anger. Sure he had been prepared for the pet to be slightly insane (one had to be to risk getting caught by the women as much as he had). Jiyong had even assumed him ill-bred or lacking in something in his mental genetic build that had made him turn on Kyu so viciously. But his complete lack of regard to them getting through this farce with little lasting damage sent Jiyong to a place of anger he hadn't been since bonding to the far calmer Seunghyun.

On his lower back, Jiyong could feel the slight burn of his tattoo, the only real indicator of a small quirk that the Mariposa labs had designed their males with in order to stand out from the lab male manufacturing crowds. The delicate limbs and almost cat like exotic features were a given, but Mariposa lab learned early on features were an easy manipulation. All one needed was the right breeder, and the right donor eyes, and eggs—and any lab could easily rip off the signature feline like countenance of a Mariposa male porn idol.

Unacceptable!

After much discussion it was decided that a small flaw in the Mariposa design would be implemented. Nothing major of course, that would be cheating to the porn idol industry. Merely a small quirk of extra DNA that would ensure every single Mariposa male born would hit puberty with a guaranteed success rate of making subscribers rush to their TV and laptops. A quirk that made passionate fiery sexually uninhibited porn idols, and it merely required a teeny bit of felis silvestris catus genes in order to be activated. A flaw so small, no company yet had realized the Mariposas were no different from any other fully human porn idol lab males.

It was that flaw now that blurred Jiyong's vision, painting Hanul and the door he had ruined in a wash of red. Unseen by Hanul, Jiyong's small professionally manicured nails uncurled and pointed straight out like small sharp little claws. Had the pet bothered to pay any attention—he might have noticed an unusual sight. Like the fact that Jiyong's incisors had suddenly taken on a decidedly elongated pointy appearance—or that the small ear not covered by a long swath of hair, was also ever so slightly becoming pointed (and incidentally had just twitched in aggrieved displeasure).

But of course Hanul, had never noticed any of that. Why should he? It was not like he had ever seen his own dispossessed master ever really and truly livid. Neither had Hanul ever really had his eyes focused enough during sex to notice any of the similar changes in Kyu, when the aforementioned reached his pleasure apex. No the pet probably found the small pricks, nicks, and stings he'd sustained after being with his master during orgasm a sexual catalyst. It's rather hard to be observant when oneself is in the throes of ultimate pleasure as well.

“You asshole!” Jiyong all but hissed again at this “pet” that had gone from annoyance to out and out enemy in one moment. All of Seunghyun's careful lessons, and all the control over his temper Jiyong had learned from his bonded—went flying to the place the man and beast usually didn't met.

There was no thought after that. No decision. Hanul had destroyed his way back to his bonded. HIS bonded, his one and only—the only reason he had put up with this bullshit “training” assignment in the first damn place. Hanul was the enemy and he deserved to have his brutish ass kicked. Forgotten was the remote, at some point Jiyong tossed it aside to do what came more naturally. He sprang lightly forward, much faster than any other male his size could have and landed only a few inches short of Hanul. The last few inches weren't forgotten because at the same time, his hand still with it's fresh manicure on sharp pointed nails raked across Hanul's stomach, closing any further distance. Four thin lines of red appeared very near to the healed over scabbing place Kyu had laid open only a few days prior.

“Bastard!” Jiyong continued to slash wildly unconcerned with anything other than dealing the enemy that was costing him Seunghyun, as much damage bodily as he could manage. “How dare you?! You ill-bred ape! Fix It! Fix it NOW!”

The scent of freshly drawn lines of blood that beaded Hanul's stomach only excited Jiyong and made him that much more eager to bring the pet to his knees. Jiyong moved crab like in an effort to drive his own knee into a place on Hanul's anatomy that was sure to be far more effective than any shock collar, only he misjudged his opponents speed—as Hanul was already side stepping the blow.

* * *​

Kyu hated to admit he did like the blue hair. Very much. It was like a colorful flag that kept drawing his unwilling eyes. However in the face of Seunghyun rudely cumming on his floor with no wipe up, and the hand that had silenced him earlier—he petulantly refused to tell the infuriating man so. Kyu glared at the other master who was way too damn comfortable in his personal space. Kyu felt a low hiss coming on and just barely suppressed the urge. Instead when he was sure he could speak without said hiss escaping, he snapped:

“Well I don't. . . like the blue. So you wasted perfectly good hair dye! Too bad for you!”

Kyu then resolutely turned his back on Seunghyun and attempted to ignore him. Maybe now that the stupid trainer had gotten his rocks off he'd get the fuck out. But no the arrogant sop was still there and Kyu was lulled into listening against his will to the deep baritone.

“I know why your pet went rebellious on you.”

Kyu pretended that he hadn't heard but his back stiffened slightly calling his bluff.

"You can't have feelings for a pet. Not if you want them to stay a pet.”

Kyu opened his mouth to quickly deny the statement. He didn't have feelings for Hanul! But no the words of denial wouldn't come. He did feel something for Hanul, perhaps not like before (no definitely not like before, he would never forgive the pet for desiring another above him), but there was a part of him that desired Hanul in a way that had nothing to do with sex, or the pet's physique.

Kyu's guilty eyes lifted to Seunghyun's only to lower again when they met the sark unsympathetic ones. He flinched from the truth as if struck by some invisible force. Kyu braced himself for a long lecture of his inadequacies as a master and waited for Seunghyun to do his worse. He didn't deserve to be a master, the other would likely strip him of his position now. He waited almost cringing, waiting for the finally miserable shoe to fall in his life.

Nothing.

Kyu blinked when he heard the sound of typing, risking a quick peek over his shoulder reveal Seunghyun on his laptop. The master trainer wasn't even paying any attention to his contrite acceptance of punishment. He was busily using the small digital device and looked thoroughly vexed over something or other. Kyu scooted a bit closer, enough to see what had the master so engaged. Seeing the screen, Kyu jerked forward in shock. . . it was their dorm. He wasn't surprised the other male was spying, all the porn idols spied on each others dorms to a degree with fake user names via the subscription forums. What surprised Kyu was Seunghyun was hacked into the main frame pass the downed servers.

He was spying on Jiyong and Hanul.

Kyu almost turned away, not wanting to see Jiyong “training” HIS pet. But his gaze wouldn't move away. The master trainer, so calm and collected before—now seemed flustered. Oh he hid it well but Kyu could see his hands moving faster on the keyboard, the slight tic in his jaw every time what he seemed to expect to happen—didn't. So the master trainer had his own weakness did he?

“You have feelings too. For him. . .for Jiyong. That's why you didn't change his number. Didn't make him your pet as he should have been once he bonded to you.” Kyu said calmly. There was no doubt, blue hair was worried, very worried. Kyu was tempted to leave him to it, only he remembered how Jiyong's over powering scent had made him bristle at the entryway. Hanul had not been with anyone since he had disgraced Kyu. Now he was alone with Jiyong, who thanks to kissing on Mr. Know It All, likely smelled like he had been dipped in pheromones. Seunghyun should be afraid, damned afraid.

“He's not himself anymore. Hanul isn't. He will not behave like a pet for Jiyong. And if Jiyong was stupid enough not to keep the collar remote. . .” Kyu trailed off and shrugged.

“They aren't have no bond—Hanul no longer cares what he does either. He's quite strong. He won't hesitate to. . . um. . .”

Kyu looked away, how was he gonna explain what the pet had done to him, what Hanul had taken in an effort to “assert” himself over Kyu. The look he had seen that time in Hanul's eyes while he had still been injured and recovering. The helpless feeling of being forced down on the sofa. Leered at. Mocked. The insults. Or later the broken nose, and the way Hanul would have gladly slit Kyu's throat if the collar had not been in place.

“He'll hurt him.” Kyu said in a deadpan matter-of-factual way. “I know Jiyong, longer than even you—he's more bravado than actual brute force. I know what Hanul is capable of. He's never had free rein before. He's faster, stronger—and will take what he wants. He'll make it so Jiyong won't be able to find pleasure with you anymore. With anyone. If you care for him as much as I suspect. . .you won't leave him to try and “train” Hanul. He can't submit Hanul. Hanul will never allow it—even if it means he. . .um. . . breaks Jiyong in the process.”

 

[BABingu]

Hanul had anticipated a reaction out of Jiyong, its what he’d been trying to cajole the other into, though, the animal-like ferocity with which he was attacked hadn’t been exactly what he’d had in mind. The escalated reaction left Hanul stupified, rendering him without defense as Jiyong crossed the room and struck out in a very inhuman manner. There was no other way to describe the way in which Jiyong moved, and if Hanul had been but an ordinary man and not one born from carefully selected genes, he probably wouldn’t have been able to counter.

Jiyong struck fast and cleanly, leaving a fresh sting like he’d been burned across his abdomen. He seized slightly at the sharpness of the hurt, because he’d never expected it to hurt quite that much. He could only figure that the replacement trainer had some kind of concealed weapon he’d been hiding, which really was rather realistic. Still, weapon or no, Hanul was not afraid of Jiyong, even if he seemed intent on severely damaging the pet.

Knowing his strength, and knowing he outweighed Jiyong, it wasn’t too difficult for him to stay confident, and good thing to, as the other male seemed lost in a blind rage, so that his attacks may be fast, but they weren’t exactly smart. Hanul could see what the other intended, as Jiyong’s eyes were glued to where he wanted to strike next, allowing Hanul to counter. He removed himself from the range of Jiyong’s limb, and while the other was off balance, Hanul abruptly hooked an arm around the thin neck, throwing his weight forward to slam Jiyong onto his back, his own full weight covering him immediately after.

Now glued to a writhing body, as Jiyong had recovered from the fall faster than most, Hanul fought for a hold of the other’s arms, earning himself a painful, digging into his shoulder for his efforts. He yelled a curse in frustration at the pain, his anger surging as well, so when his hands claimed their grips on Jiyong’s wrists, he held them tight enough to bruise.

Even though Jiyong was much slighter, it still took a great effort for Hanul to keep the other male pinned, which had him panting through gritted teeth. It was then that Hanul noticed the changes in the other’s physique, though, he would have been a complete idiot not to notice when Jiyong full on hissed at him, baring what shouldn’t have been, but what appeared to be, fangs.

Dark eyes immediately shifted from being taught with fury to widening in alarm. Hanul balked at the, somehow, rather beautiful oddities of Jiyong’s face even though it was still contorted in rage. His hold on the violent arms loosened as he stared, eyes shifting restlessly at all the details. He didn’t realize he’d let up in his grip until Jiyong’s nails swiped at his face, catching it full in the side, the sharp points raking over his cheek in five perfect lines. As though Jiyong’s feline traits were contagious, being struck caused Hanul to roar fiercely as he gathered the strength to flip his captive over onto his stomach.

He snagged the dangerous arms and pinned them behind the other’s back, pressing his weight down heavily as though he were literally trying to press the air out of the other’s lungs. The fighting lessened, and Hanul thought he might finally have the other subdued, so he allowed himself to catch his breath, not realizing the problem of having his face almost pressed into the older man’s neck. As Hanul sucked in a breath, the real power of Jiyong’s genetic mutation hit the pet full on. The looks, flexibility, and durability weren’t the only things important in Mariposa. They claimed the number one spot in creating long lasting bonds. Whenever their males were involved, no matter from which lab the other male came, their success rate for bonding was higher than any other lab’s. It was the underlying scent, and Hanul unintentionally got a full dose of it as he breathed in the air around Jiyong’s neck.

He smelled fucking feral, and Hanul liked it. The heedy reckless odor pulled at every single cell in his body, easily weaving through his bond with Kyu, the bond that would otherwise make him resistant to touching another male. But the scent clouding his senses was much more primal than the pet and master bond, and despite the thoughts running through his head that warned him away from the source, Hanul’s body wanted to join with it. He knew he shouldn’t, he knew it wasn’t doing him any good, but he couldn’t seem to help it. His cells screamed in desire for the familiar, rough, wild musk, and his want was much louder in voicing itself than his rationality.

He was suddenly warm, with a heat in his belly, and he could feel a warm strength in his limbs. Hanul was at once both absentminded and focused, quickly becoming something close to intoxicated on the smell, and the heat which seemed to radiate out from the marking on Jiyong’s back. The change in Hanul’s demeanor from fight to desire was nearly tangible, the way his breathing shifted from jagged shallow breaths to much deeper halting ones. As though he weren’t quite sure what to do with himself, or if what he was experiencing with his olfactory sense were real, Hanul experimentally ground his hips into the ass beneath them. His eyes fluttered shut at the sound that escaped the other’s mouth.

Hanul stopped thinking then, just letting instinct take over, because instinct was what was being called out of him. Even though he’d been trained a submissive from the tender beginnings of puberty, there was no undoing the male instinct that resided in him. As he started to roll his hips into the supple muscle under them, his mouth found the skin of Jiyong’s neck, just ghosting over it like he could inhale the wild calling into himself.

* * * * *​

“You have feelings too. For him. . .for Jiyong. That's why you didn't change his number. Didn't make him your pet as he should have been once he bonded to you.”

Seunghyun pretended that he hadn’t heard Kyu, not pausing in his movements or changing his expression, even though it was the truth.

Well, it was half the truth, because that hadn’t been the reason for him to leave Jiyong’s number unchanged, to make their bond a standard paring instead of master and pet. After all, Seunghyun had felt nothing for Jiyong in the beginning. The reason he hadn’t asked for a pet pledge from Jiyong was quite obvious. Seungri.

But Kyu was right, Seunghyun did feel things for Jiyong that he shouldn’t, though, he told himself it was more permissible this way because his bonded was not a pet. He shouldn’t feel the way he did, but he wanted to. Behind all his reasonings that it wouldn’t do him any good, he wanted to feel for somebody, because when he had been alone, Seunghyun hadn’t felt alive. As though Seungri had pulled Seunghyun’s soul over the edge with him, Seunghyun had been dead, awake, painfully awake, but lacking everything.

Now he had Jiyong, who had somehow, miraculously, found a way to bring parts of his soul back. Though, whatever harm had come to it while it had drifted away from him he couldn’t seem to fix. The dark need to possess his partner was undeniable, even if he knew it would only damage them both he didn’t care. Once they were free and escaped everything would right himself, he’d return to the natural balanced state man was meant for. Seunghyun told himself this again and again, telling himself that Jiyong would be alright with him.

He was rehearsing this yet again in his mind when Kyu spoke again, that voice of his somehow breaking through his walls of meditation.

“He’ll hurt him.”

The thought took total control of his mind as though it had been birthed there, and not come from another’s mouth. After that, it was like Kyu’s voice had a direct path to his thoughts, sending his words chanting over and over again in his mind.

“He’ll hurt him. Jiyong won’t be able to find pleasure with you anymore. He’ll hurt him.”

Staring at the computer screen, at the image he knew wasn’t the reality of that room, seeing and yet not seeing, he gripped a hand in his hair. He had to calm down. If he couldn’t maintain some level of calm he couldn’t help Jiyong. He settled, just barely, just enough to start running his fingers over the keys as though he knew he were racing against something.

He flew through the security, not caring to cover his tracks like he knew he should. He might get caught, if someone was checking the system right then he’d be done for, but he couldn’t bring himself to care to waste the time. It felt like hours had passed before he’d hacked the camera and the dialpad on Kyu’s electronic lock toned the passcode through and opened. He dropped Kyu’s laptop from his hands onto the bed, and replaced it with Kyu’s arm. He jerked the small male into movement, dragging him along through the door and out the hall to the other room.

His hand seemed to seize up into a vice because he didn’t let Kyu go even as they stood in front of the room and he punched the passcode into the pad outside Hanul’s door. When it didn’t go through he tried it again, then a third time, only noticing it was broken when Kyu pointed it out to him. Seunghyun paused in shock for a moment, his mind running scenarios of what had been done, when he heard Jiyong’s voice muffled through the door.

* * * * *​

Hanul was brought into consciousness out of the hazy heated dreamworld he’d been lulled into when a viscous bang echoed into his room. It sounded a bit like the ceiling might fall down on him, or, them apparently, as he was blanketing Jiyong with his body. Every dip and bend of their bodies were matched up together, with Hanul smothering the other male, his erection desperately trying to break free of his shorts so that he could slide just one layer closer to the hot skin of the man beneath him.

He was sweating, and panting like an animal in heat, and his head felt clouded like he had consumed alcohol. He was hot, but his instinct told him to stay pressed against the other body, and his flesh thanked him for it. His skin was tingling in a way that it hadn’t in almost four months now, not since he’d willingly followed Kyu into his bed, before the female had even chatted with him online. During the time he’d been thinking of escape, just beginning to wonder of things outside his dorm, outside Kyu, Hanul had lost this sensation. The sex had still been good, great even, but this quality of pleasurable fire burning all along the surface of his body, setting it alright with the need for more contact, this had been lost somewhere.

Wanting to feel more of it, Hanul curled back over the attacker turned prey once more, only to again be interrupted by the resounding bang, though this time it sounded less like an earthquake to his ears and more like a savage kick upon his bedroom door. He pulled himself up then, straddling Jiyong’s hips, and turned to gaze at the plain door.

* * * * *​

As Seunghyun kicked the door a second time, hearing a shuddering crack from its interior, he raised his leg to kick at it once more, but dropped it. He couldn’t kick the door down. Well, yes, physically he might be able to, but how in the hell would he ever explain the door being kicked into oblivion when it wasn’t even recorded on camera?

He stood there, dark outlined eyes boring into the door as though he could make a hole with the intensity of his gaze alone. His hands tightened into fists, or one of them did, while the other holding someone’s arm wrenched tighter. A sound of small protest sounded out of the arm’s owner, making Seunghyun turn and realize that he was still holding a death grip on Kyu’s arm. When he did notice, he didn’t let go, and instead pulled Kyu up next to him.

“Say something.” He looked at the smaller male to deliver that cold threatening gaze which promised all seven levels of Hell onto Kyu if his orders were not met. He leaned down slightly, and growled deeply, quietly, menacingly. “I don’t care what it is, just say something to get your pet to open this door. NOW.”

Seunghyun shoved Kyu forward, so that the slight figure almost collided face first with the solid door. He waited, his frantic and livid impatience almost tangibly clawing at Kyu’s back to hurry the fuck up.

 

[FindingSoubi]

Jiyong was so lost to blinding rage that he knew instinctively that his movements weren't as fast as they SHOULD have been. He knew he was ever so very sloppy, but he didn't care, all he wanted was this. . . this. . . thing that thought to deny him his Seunghyun to bleed profusely and know pain.

Lots of pain.

He moved turning to stay in front of Hanul, given most vital organs were on the front, Jiyong's reasoning? His claws would do the most damage there. Gone was any reasoning for Jiyong that perhaps marking the pet was not the best of ideas, that the females might object.

Jiyong ping ponged side to side looking for another opening, his mind closed to the fact that Hanul was larger and if his muscles were anything to go on—stronger. Jiyong locked in on his side anyway, and went in for a wound that he hoped would rip open the hated side that Hanul would remember for all time. The wiry male pounced, only Hanul side stepped him, and unable to compensate in mid air in so little time, Jiyong was off balance and at the mercy of the arm that locked itself around his throat.

"Muthafucker!" Jiyong all but yowled as the brute slammed him to the floor painfully. For a moment Jiyong saw stars and white spots in his eyes, as the air was crushed from his lungs. It was only a moment though, since the porn idol was in peak physical condition.

Not that his excellent health did anything in way of saving him. But Jiyong was still past the point of caring, he would go down fighting if need be. The snarling and growls he made writhing under Hanul, had a sound similar to those a spiting rabid feline would make. He bit, kicked, bucked and dug his claws in as many places as he could reach before Hanul spewing foul explicative forced his hands together, summarily pinning him. Jiyong hissed fully in his face, completely forgetting his small fangs in their elongated positioning. The only realization he had that he had lost complete control of his appearance was the shocked expression of the pet above him.

Jiyong wanted to kick himself. It was disgraceful, he had never even let Seunghyun see him change, and that had been damn hard given how good his lover gave it too him. He'd only allowed himself one lost of control in the last three years and it had been pitch dark, and the very first time Seunghyun had ever given him a blow job. He'd lost anything remotely close to control, with the incredible orgasm blowing his mind totally and the burn had been everywhere just like now. Only then burning had felt fucking amazing. Right now, he was just pissed beyond all reason.

Seunghyun hadn't known, and Jiyong fought the instinct since then to mark the older man viciously when ever they fucked. It was ingrained, this hiding. Taught from the onset of puberty--the moment a hormonally raging pre-teen's dark eyes lightened, Mariposa trainers secretly and brutally taught these "kittens" to control their emotions. Anger, pleasure, sadness. . . any strong emotion could send shock waves of their feline DNA rushing through the blood stream, like a natural defense.

Like now. . .

Resentfully, Jiyong swiped out at the Hanul, as the shocked pet had loosened his grip. But he shouldn't have bothered as it resulted in the enraged brute forcing his screeching form back on his stomach. Stupid pet was damn heavy too. Jiyong wiggled and panted and hurled every insult he knew at the block headed caveman of a pet. Exhausted in a moment, and crushed from Hanul's weight, Jiyong whimpered helplessly, and hoped that now that the pet had proved his "superiority" he would just get the fuck up.

It was a moment before Jiyong had calmed enough to notice Hanul wasn't moving. . . wasn't speaking either. He wasn't familiar with Hanul's scent—but most non-Mariposa males smelled the same when turned on. The human pheromones, their DNA structure altered to be far more potent (even to Jiyong's sensitive nostril passages), had the tendency to smell rather similar to those primate progenitors of long ago. Had the musky scent been whiffing from Seunghyun, Jiyong would not have hesitated to throw his clothing off and act on the primitive mating call locked within that rich heady odor. But this wasn't Seunghyun's desire he was smelling and definitely not Jiyong's own need.

“Get off of me you pervert!” Jiyong yelped, when the realization hit him that Kyu's horn dog of a pet was attempting to grind on his ass. Jiyong fought urge to grind right back, fuck these drugs—he wanted his bonded not Kyu's psycho.

“I'm not your submissive damnit!” Jiyong tried to wiggle free again but that only seemed to make the stupid pet hornier. Fucking hell when the fuck was the last time he'd had sex?! Jiyong tried frantically to calm down and relax. He couldn't smell himself, but he had been taught as a youth that some males were more susceptible to the beastly calling card in his DNA. Hanul seemed to be one of these males. Knowing his little by the book nephew, Kyu had probably never let even an inkling of his secret become apparent. Jiyong had seen the tapes, in all of them Kyu had been angry, even antagonistic toward his pet but he had never changed.

“Fucking hell!” Jiyong grumbled and shifted his ass to the side in an effort to halt the train of thought Hanul was apparently taking. Ignoring the lips brushing feather light along the column of his neck in invitation though was a lot harder. A teeny moan escaped before Jiyong could stop it.

* * *​

When Seunghyun didn't answer his warning, Kyu shrugged and then rolled over on his back to daydream about a painting he wanted to finish—just as soon as the interlopers left. He was almost lulled to sleep by the near continuous tickey-tack of Seunghyun on his laptop. Oh well, guess I was wrong, Kyu thought mildly. Maybe Jiyong was just pet to Seunghyun, since it seemed the other didn't care that Hanul was probably gonna rape him, kill him or both.

“Hey!” Kyu gasped as he was yanked half asleep to his feet. Seunghyun dragged him from his room and out into the hall. Kyu tugged and tried to pry himself free of the vice like grip on his thin wrist, still too thin from lack of food. It was like fighting steel though, and Kyu resigned himself to being dragged down the hall against his own will.

At Hanul's door, Kyu stood unwilling accomplice, while Seunghyun mashed the buttons furiously. Peering around his shoulder when the door didn't budge, Kyu noticed the lock looked tilted.

“He broke it.” Kyu said matter-of-factly in a deadpan voice. He didn't even elaborate who, they both knew Jiyong had no reason (and likely no ability) to break an electronically locked door. Seunghyun started at the sound of a muffled curse and scream that sounded very much like Kyu's lab mate and “uncle”. It was only then that Kyu became aware of. . .the scent.

Kyu could smell it. His “uncle” was downright more animal than man if his scent was anything to go by at this point. Jiyong had apparently lost control. Kyu didn't know if Seunghyun knew about the little extra buried in their DNA, that Kyu had been practically taught from birth to conceal. But Seunghyun was busily banging on the door, following that with a kick. He didn't seem aware of the scent, not in the way Kyu was.

He didn't know!

Kyu was tempted to warn him, but a wicked part of him thought it served the fool right. Jiyong probably thought himself better than Kyu. Had probably swagged in thinking Hanul was “easy” to control. Idiot! He was getting what he deserved now, in Kyu's opinion. The little master almost smiled, only he caught a whiff of Hanul, correction, a very turned on Hanul. Kyu fumed silently next Seunghyun who looked as if he was about to break down the door. So Hanul hated him, but his cat crazed cousin was just fine and dandy to let fuck him? Faithless bastard, Kyu thought evilly and hoped Jiyong bit Hanul's cock off with his fangs. Kyu squeaked in pain however when Seunghyun tightened his grip on him out of rage.

“Say something.”

“What?” Kyu blinked up in surprise at blue hair bossy boots. Seunghyun was glaring at him as if he was the reason Jiyong was about to find out the hard way there was no controlling Hanul, not any longer. Kyu might have told Seunghyun, it was a lost cause unless he broke down the door—but the other master gave him a look that could have fried the sun, making Kyu think it wise to keep his thoughts to himself.

“I don’t care what it is, just say something to get your pet to open this door. NOW.”

Great! Hanul was insane, Jiyong had gone kitty, and now even blue hair was losing his shit? Kyu wondered as he was nearly shoved face first into the door. What the hell was he suppose to say? Hanul didn't listen to him anymore. Frankly, Hanul was pretty OK with the idea of him being dead—and blue hair wanted him to get Hanul to listen to a command? Kyu cleared his throat uncomfortably, and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make things worse. He had nothing. . .

Unless. . .

“Jiyong!” Hell it was worth a shot, Jiyong might at least not hate him. . . much. “Jiyong, you have to calm down. All the way down. Your scent. . .”

Kyu glanced furtively at blue hair out the side of his vision. “It's your. . . um. . . smell. You have to um, relax? I haven't. . . that is to say. . . we haven't. . . um. . .Hanul and I. . . you know. . . haven't been like. . .um together in like um. . .weeks. Your scent may have something he likes . . .”

Kyu wanted to melt into the floor boards at the humiliating point this whole situation had driven him to. He could only hope that Jiyong got the gist of what he had been trying to say, and figured out the rest himself.

* * *
​

Jiyong had begun to panic right before the sound of Seunghyun's foot connecting with Hanul's door reached him. He was saved! Jiyong wiggled eagerly, stopping only when he felt the stupid pet's hard-on. For real? Jiyong immediately stilled, then lay there fuming, but his rescue didn't come—there was only one more bang and the silence.

Where was Seunghyun?

His anger flared again hot and renewed, bringing the burning of his tattoo back. Fuck it, he didn't give a damn anymore if the pet saw him change, he was gonna probably need his claws anyway to get out of this. Jiyong was on the verge of extending them again and perhaps exercising his fangs too on Hanul this time—only the pet had paused at his molesting and fondling and was now staring at the door. Jiyong jerked his own head back and wished desperately he could kick Hanul off. He was gonna give it the old college try when Kyu's voice reached him.

Calm down? Wha—?

In the stammers and stutters, Jiyong heard Kyu's broken pride. He was also painfully aware that Kyu had reached out to him, instead of trying to reason with the pet. Was it really that bad between them? Apparently it was, cause Hanul seemed a bit too eager to get in his ass, even before he had lost control the pet had been acting out. Hell him breaking the door was the reason they were in this ridiculous position. Jiyong quietly breathed and tried to get his control back, and thought while he was at it. Seunghyun could definitely physically take the door down so there had to be a reason why he hadn't—Jiyong knew his bonded well enough to know that if taking the door down was possible then it would have been done already. No, he had held back for a reason, which meant Jiyong knew he had to get big, dumb and horny to open that door from this side.

Fucking hell. . . .

“Hanul,” Jiyong said in his best coaxing voice when he was sure he had calmed down enough to form complete thoughts without yowling or hissing. “Be honest, you don't really want me do you? I'm not saying you have to go back to your mas—to Kyu either. Not even he is saying that. But think about it. . . if you fuck me or try to, I'll fight you—you would have to beat unconscious I promise you. Then my partner will come for you. Seunghyun would never forgive you. I'm bonded to him, he would turn you inside outside in retaliation.”

When the pet looked back at him and made as if he was gonna scoff at such an idea, Jiyong rushed on. He silently said sorry to Kyu in his own head for what he was about to do. Even if this was for the best Kyu would still probably feel like Jiyong had threw him under the bus.

“But if you just need to get off, why not use Kyu? Neither Seunghyun nor I would stop you. Kyu can't fight you. I mean it's not like he's that difficult to subdue him. You've already had sex with each other anyway. You've even devalued him, so it's not like he has a whole lot of options now as a sex idol. Besides. . .” Jiyong's eyes briefly flashed their natural green. “We're exactly the same if you get what I'm saying. I'm sure if you rub Kyu the right way he'll mew for you too. Frankly I'm pretty sure if you think back there was probably a time, maybe before—that Kyu smelled better than anyone else. Did you think that was an accident? And I assure you it has nothing to do with a bond or a collar. If you don't believe you should fuck him again and see. . .”

Jiyong prayed while the pet looked at him considering, that Hanul's curiosity was stronger than his anger at Kyu. He'd worry about saving his nephew from the crazed hormonal pet later, if it came to that.

 

[BABingu]

Hanul was tempted to scoff at the pathetic tone of his “master’s” voice. It was obvious who had control here, or, at least he thought he knew. Hanul didn’t realize just how Kyu’s voice, nearly whimpering in its lack of strength, that voice had still pulled him back to full rationality far better than any viscous kicks of clear physical threat upon the door. Not even Jiyong’s resistive thrashing could get Hanul to stop in his pursuit of chasing after that skin tingling, gut warming, mind fuzzing feeling. It was stronger than even the strongest of those “vitamins” that could put him in a sexually frustrated haze, and far more pleasant. Those drugs felt just as synthetic as they were, and always left him craving for them in an unhealthy manner afterwards, unlike the raw and natural calling of the scent coying from the man under him.

Though, despite all that, the bond that Hanul so made himself despise still rang out like a subtle vibration in his cells at the sound of Kyu’s voice, calling him. He hardly realized it, and good thing too, or else he would have been far less willing to listen to a word of Jiyong’s tempting idea.

Hanul didn’t shift his weight from where he was straddling the slighter man, effectively keeping him pinned. His eyes flicked down to Jiyong’s at the mentioning of getting Kyu to “mew” as he put it. Hanul understood well enough as he took in the wild green of the other idol’s eyes. He would never even admit in mentally to himself, but Hanul so wanted to hear that, just hear Kyu’s voice some more. Masters generally possessed a voice that would draw their pet to them, a calming voice, a melodic voice, or a deep core penetrating turn-your-legs-to-jelly voice. Kyu was no exception to this, as he too had a voice that pleased the ears, both male and female like, add on the pet and master bond and Kyu’s voice was like a metaphorical leash to Hanul. It inticed him into wanting to please, it made him want to cater to the master to draw out those smooth vocalizations. Hanul knew this, but, he also had a method of rationalizing to himself that there were ways to get those sounds he wanted without being submissive.

He’d simply fuck them out of Kyu.

A smirk to end all mischievously dangerous smirks slithered across Hanul’s lips, his tongue sliding out to wet his bottom lip in a look of absolute hunger for the imagery that Jiyong had inspired in his mind’s eye.

“Fine,” he smoothed out nonchalantly. “You’d probably mew to easily any ways.”

With that sentence Hanul gave a light little spank to Jiyong’s luckily still clothed ass, then removed himself from where he’d been grinding into said behind. He was ridiculously hard, with the erection threatening to work its way out of his tight shorts, though the almost “catnip” like quality of Jiyong’s scent had Hanul in a strangely content and easy going mood. It didn’t take him long at all to haphazardly “fix” the little electronic lock pad, though if one looked with a keen eye they’d no doubt spot it had been tampered with. He’d probably go back and fix it later, or maybe he wouldn’t, it wasn’t like it mattered much any more for him. Hanul didn’t honestly believe he’d get out of this place again, so until they fairly decided to destroy him altogether, Hanul was going to wreak as much havoc and enjoy himself as much he possibly could.

Starting with a certain master's tight little ass.

After springing the lock by threading the proper wires together, Hanul calmly opened the door to his room, his eyes already threatening to glaze or in lust. The wonderful stench of Jiyong's feline DNA still permeated the room, and Hanul was already imagining just how much better Kyu's scent would be once he got the other to do whatever the fuck it was that had happened to the other male. He still had a smikr on his face, but it had taken a slightly lazy and conceited air, though, that was effectively wiped off his features when he was greeted by Seunghyun instead of Kyu.

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Seunghyun's patience was wearing thin to it's breaking point, the way he had to wait for the pet to comply. He was already working through his mind any logical excuses he could give to damaging the door beyond repair, because that fucking brute was sure as hell taking his damn time. If he heard one more sound out of his bonded, that door was going down without hesitation. Seunghyun was almost past the point beyond rational thought, though not quite.

When Kyu had pleaded to Jiyong instead of the pet, Seunghyun had raised a hand to the small male's neck to tug the sad excuse for a master away from further ruining the situation. His hand had just alighted on a slender shoulder when the stuttering explanation started. Seunghyun stopped, and listened closely. Something seemed off.

He eyed the back of Kyu's head critically, running the words over in his head, though thanks to the adrenaline and drugs in his system the thoughts were moving too rapidly for him to really make sense of at this point. He made sure to remember them though, because something about the way Kyu was acting seemed less annoyingly insane and more secretive - though that could have just been the crazy talking.

Once Kyu seemed to have finished his mumbling, Seunghyun huffed on his breath and tightened his hold on the slighter shoulder to pull Kyu away from the door. He pushed the other behind him rougher than he needed to, and stepped up to listen for signs of the pet's inability to comply. He didn't say a single word to Kyu, who in his mind was fairly useless.

When he heard the door being deactivated, Seunghyun's body immediately tensed in a manner like a predator's body does when preparing to spring. His dark eyes remained trained on the door, full of absolute loathing and easily spelling out his impatience, though if one had looked closely, there might have been the hint of a smile in those eyes making up for the lack of it on his lips. Seunghyun cracked his knuckles, preparing himself. He just might have to kill the pet, unfortunate as it may be. When the door opened though, Seunghyun's rage was far stronger, and far more complicated than even he'd anticipated it would be.

The door opened, and as though the room itself had had enough of the two occupying it, the first thing to rush out of there was some of the strongest, most pungent pheromone laden air Seunghyun had ever been attacked with. He'd trained idols, and he'd been part of a handful of group orgies, but the almost tangibly hot air still nearly laid him flat. He was tempted to forget everything and just fuck the closest person, poor Kyu behind him, into the wall. Though, one look at the pet who had somehow caused the production of all those pheromones had Seunghyun's anger returning quickly.

Skin lightly beaded in sweat and slightly reddened from the exertion of the fight, dark, wide pupils, a ridiculously infuriating smug expression, and one hard dick. As impressive as all that was, his nose brought his eyes almost immediately to the source of the scent behind Hanul that had sent his heart wild: Jiyong. For the smallest moment, his eyes widened in surprise at his bonded, but once their eyes connected, his own narrowed dangerously, lacking all mirth or humor that often resided there. The trainer made himself look away, a difficult task in itself, though he had reason to. Seunghyun decided a proper greeting fitting for the situation was in order to express how he felt for the pet.

He moved possibly too fast for someone his size, and too skilled for a porn idol. You'd be tempted to consider him one of those fighting males that the women enjoyed pitting against one another, judging by the manner in which he attacked with absolute cold blood. One left handed open palmed chop to Hanul's neck, and two sharp, fast punches to the abdomen with his right, one in the diaphragm and one in the stomach. The effect was as expected. The target's legs went weak and folded beneath him, putting Hanul on his knees probably wondering just what had happened to him. Seunghyun didn't have any sympathy to spare though, so before the other male could even collect himself he snagged the short dark hair in his hand, dragging the pet's head back from where it had sagged forward. He took some joy in the involuntary misting of Hanul's eyes from his blows as he stared down at the younger man, but there was something else on those handsome features to distract him.

The scratch.

Again, surprise hit the trainer, strong enough to almost completely evaporate his need for blood. Somehow, Jiyong had managed to get that blood for him, and Seunghyun instantly found comfort and pride in that thought. There was an ever so slight upturning of the corners of his lips as his eyes shifted from pure malice to condescending mirthful dislike. He allowed himself to be content with degradingly patting the pet on his unmarred cheek before speaking.

"Good boy."

Now Seunghyun allowed himself a small smirk, pulling his fingers out of the pet's onyx black hair. He stepped around the other male, not once looking back as he firmly shut the door behind him, not at all minding that he just happened to hit the pet in the ass with the snapping of the door.

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For a long minute, maybe more he wasn't sure, Hanul didn't move. He kneeled there, silently, just breathing quietly to recover what was lost from his lungs by the surprise attack. Contrary to his stunned and unmoving countenance, his mind was running full throttle.

Never, not even with Kyu, had he felt so belittled. The word pet held an all new meaning, because while he had been subjected to that sort of treatment in the past, it was different. Then he had accepted it. Now though, now was an entirely different story. Now he couldn't accept it.

But, there was one problem with him wanting to retaliate against the other's treatment of him (and no, it wasn't the locked door to his own room). For just a moment, Hanul had been scared.

Women, men, it had never mattered, he'd never been intimidated by physical strength, nor condescending glares, but that man. . . that one was different. Hanul had felt the thread of true fear run through him when he'd been so easily brought to his knees. Honestly, even if he'd known what was coming he didn't have the confidence to say he could have stopped it. That idol. . . that trainer was not normal.

But, he couldn't just accept it. He couldn't just roll over and submit, just like that! Hanul was NOT a pet, he wasn't. If he went around letting just anybody treat him like that then his refusal to be submissive was useless. Even Kyu would probably think him weak again. Hanul raised his eyes too look at the other male then, who was doing a good job of not looking at him.

Hanul continued to stare though, until he practically silently coerced the other male into making eye contact. The hallway had never felt more awkward, as something that wasn't hate passed in the air between them. Even Hanul felt tempted into dropping his eyes at the strangeness of it, and the small shift in attention was all that Kyu needed to vacate the immediate area. By the time Hanul looked back, the small master was already retreating into his room.

Without thinking about it, Hanul didn't hesitate as he acted. He got to his feet ignoring the way his abdomen lurched uncomfortably, and just barely got a hand on the door before Kyu had shut it, and effectively shutting the pet out. Hanul gripped the door and stopped it from closing, ensuing a small contest of strength between the two that Hanul won out quickly. He pushed the door open and stepped inside the room, Kyu's bedroom that looked the same as it always had (other than when the guy had went bonkers).

Having momentarily forgotten about the images that Jiyong had brought to his mind (helped along by the fact that Hanul's erection had started dying the moment Seunghyun had said his little "hello", and the fact that he was no longer being seduced by those ridiculously awesome pheromones) the pet narrowed his eyes to glare almost childishly at Kyu. He crossed his arms, insinuating that even by the return glare he was getting he wasn't going any where.

"What a nice guy you are, shutting me out when I've got nowhere to sleep." They were both able to guess easily enough that Hanul's own bedroom would be occupied for quite some time. "I ain't gonna settle for the couch." He walked over to the bed and sat himself down before leaning back into the full pillows at the head of the mattress, folding his hands behind his head and crossing one of his long legs over the other, looking quite comfortable. "Yeah, I think I'll sleep here."

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With the closing of the door behind him, Seunghyun's smirk completely dropped, leaving nothing but a poker face of just barely contained heat, eyes smoldering like hot coals. He closed them briefly, just for a moment as he tried to - impossibly - adjust to the feral musk in the room. He realized quickly though just how improbable such a feat was when taking a breath only seemed to drown him in it further. Opening his eyes again he stared right at Jiyong, standing at the other end of the room.

Too far.

He was too far away, even still, but Seunghyun held back just to take in his bonded's appearance. Clothes disheveled, hair imperfect, skin flushed from a mixture of emotions that were still taking residence in Jiyong's eyes, one of which to the trainer's warped mind just might happen to be lust - Seunghyun couldn't stand it.

With a calm pace that wouldn't elude to his internal storm, Seunghyun crossed the room, and planted himself right in front of Jiyong, invading the other's space, much too close to be polite. Not that Jiyong probably minded, but it was fully clear that by Seunghyun's proximity he wasn't about to move away any time soon, not when he could feel the warmth radiating off of Jiyong's body, vestiges of the transformation that he didn't know about.

Still not saying a word, he brought a hand up to settle on Jiyong's neck, just under the swath of hair. The touch was forcibly light, made to be gentle, because otherwise Seunghyun might be so inclined to allow himself to work over those dangerous emotions of his. He might find himself acting on the impulse that resided darkly in him, to hurt the other male.

As Seunghyun stared at Jiyong, the other's eyes faltered in their contact for the slightest moment, just one wavering flicker away. That was all the invitation that Seunghyun's suppressed side needed to break from its chains and to take charge.

"Did you have fun with that pet?"

There was an audible smirk in his words, but nothing of it was expressed on his face. Just as Jiyong started to open his mouth to answer - in retaliation, pleading, sarcasm, anger, hurt, laughter, Seunghyun honestly didn't care - just as his bonded started to speak, the blue haired male put his palms to the other's chest and shoved him backwards.

Jiyong's back hit the bed behind him roughly. The bed, Seunghyun noted, that smelled like that pet, the smell that was all over the room and his Jiyong.

"I'll just have to fix that," he said quietly, thinking aloud as he joined his bonded on the bed. He took his time in moving over top of Jiyong, moving much like a hungry beast himself as he crawled onto the mattress above the other.

He leaned down then, to catch the edge of Jiyong's jaw between his teeth, not biting down but certainly threatening to. He moved up the jaw lightly, to the chin, then to bottom lip, tugging with just teeth, never caressing with tongue or lips. Seunghyun vaguely registered in the back of his mind that he was losing himself, perhaps the sudden dosage of drugs had been too much for him he thought, but he didn't have the ability to care. He needed Jiyong burning for him. He needed it NOW.

Staring down at Jiyong with absolutely no promise of letting him go, no signs of gentleness, nothing but raw possessive desire, he allowed their gazes to connect for a short moment, before pulling up, releasing Jiyong's tender lip only after he knew it had become painful. Just a prelude to what was to come.

Sitting up on his knees, legs straddling over Jiyong's thighs, Seunghyun started on getting the younger man naked. The shirt met it's demise as he tore it apart at the buttons with strong arms, though he didn't completely remove it, just enough to smooth his hands over that pale chest, noting the wanton expression it merited from Jiyong. He removed his own shirt then, pulling it over his head and dumping it uncaringly to the side.

His hands found Jiyong's hips next, working over the pants to grip around the tops of thighs, thumbs digging towards the inside, just around the seam of the crotch. He spread his knees further, lowering his own pelvis, which he ground forward into Jiyong's with a smooth thrust as he leaned down. He marveled at the way his bonded's face changed, the way his breathing stilted, and his body shifted. He loved it all, but he had to reinstate that this, all of it, was only his. He leaned down further, teeth once again just ghosting over flesh, this time at the ear as he whispered.

"Why don't you tell me what exactly it was that pet did to get you so worked up? You smell like fucking sex you whore. You smell different, you smell like you want me to ravage you senseless, turn your ass inside out. Was that what you wanted? Did I maybe ruin the party for you two?"

Seunghyun chuckled darkly, sure to send a shiver of things not exactly just desire down someone's spine, because his own voice wasn't merely lust. His mouth trailed its way down from Jiyong's ear, still just teething along the line of neck, once again finding that mark he'd made just a few days ago. He nipped at it, harder than one being playful. "Looks like you're the one that needs some training."

He gave one more grind of pelvis, being sure to rub in deep, until his steadily hardening cock pushed again Jiyong's. After that he sat up again, then stepped off the bed to rid himself of his pants, then Jiyong of both pants and underwear quickly, tugging them off his ankles together with one rough pull. He was entirely unperturbed by the way Jiyong's hard dick snapped up into his lower abs, save for the hunger in his eyes.

Snatching a slender leg in each hand, Seunghyun pulled Jiyong towards him, sliding the lighter male's back on the bedspread until he had an ass pressed into his groin. He pulled the legs up a little more, to where the other male's hips were off the bed, so that he could grind right between Jiyong's asscheeks, hoping that the centimeter of fabric between them was doing more torture to his bonded then it was to him. By the expression of Jiyong's, he thought it might be a tie.

With eyes trained on the other's face, Seunghyun worked his hips into Jiyong's backside, sliding his briefs covered dick between globes of flesh. After a few thrusts he pushed the other's legs forward as his arms came to rest on either side of Jiyong's shoulders, leaning his chest over top. His pelvic movements dug deeper, still hot and hard and covered, but now pushing up against Jiyong's entrance with each movement. He stared unsmiling down at the other face, the only signs of impatience showing in his own expression by the starting of sweat along his temple.

"So," he started calmly, controlling his anger. "You're going to tell me what it is that you and that cutie Kyu kid are hiding, why it stinks in here like an exotic whorehouse, right?"

 

[FindingSoubi]

Maybe a lot of typos............I'm half dead now.....


Jiyong ignored the randy, ill-breed pets scoffing—the overgrown punk could call him Satan's kitty fuck so long as the brute just got off of him and opened the door for Seunghyun. He had a whole week to pay back Hanul for the way the abomination had treated him on this day. The next time a cock got ground anywhere between them, Jiyong planned to make damn sure it was his sawing in and out of this moron's anus.

The minute the pet got up and went to the door Jiyong bounced onto his knees then to his feet. He observed quietly that even though the pet's words said one thing on top of him, his body language said something entirely different. Maybe the stupid boy had the females fooled and scared, but Jiyong knew the pet had barely turned him another glance before going to the door. Even his involuntary movements had been focused solely on Kyu's muffed vocalizations. Jiyong could see the twitches, and internal battle the pet Hanul had waged to not immediately jump up and go to that voice. Some of it was his trained pet responses, but most of it, the unconscious part and that desire that Jiyong got just the barest whiff off his skin—was pure attraction to just the mere sound of Kyu.

Stupid kid. . .

The wryly dry thought was almost amused, though Jiyong was not amused at the ass pat the pet doled out to his still clothed bottom before removing himself. That required another silent count to ten to resist adding a matching scratch to the other side of Hanul's face. If he did nothing else before he left here he was going to make damn sure to try out one of the herbal drug cocktails he had learned in the Anarchist cookbook on this fool so Kyu could fuck his insolent asshole inside out and sideways. There were plenty of interesting recipes now secured in Jiyong's head that would make the silly pet senseless and horny enough to take it anyway Kyu might want to give it to him, little nephew could consider it an early birthday present from his dear uncle Jiyong.

The green didn't fade from Jiyong's eyes until the insane pet had opened the door. . .

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Kyu knew he had taken a risk by reasoning with Jiyong instead of Hanul, but blue hair and his trapped relation didn't know the former pet like he did. Hanul was gone, his beloved sweet bonded pet had been replaced with this animal. Kyu could barely thinking of the “replacement” with Hanul's name. His body certainly didn't recognize the brute in there as his Hanul. Frankly Kyu was more attracted to Mr. Blue Hair Bad Manners standing out here with him than the jerk who had kidnapped Jiyong.

Or well, catnapped it seemed given the scent his “uncle” was giving off in angry waves.

Kyu doubted his appeal would even work, he had never smelled a fellow lab mates change as completely as he could smell Jiyong's. Uncle it seemed had really gone off the deep end. Kyu couldn't help wondering how much of a change their shared genetic secret had wrought. Did Jiyong's eyes change? Even though most Mariposa males learned of the change soon after the first innocent jolt of pre-teen hormones—though none were allowed to speak of it. The female doctors always knew too. Kyu himself had woken up in the wet leavings of his first pleasantly sexual prepubescent dreaming, to a burning chest and a stoic female doctor. In the days that followed were a steady stream of “behavior modifiers” (many of which made their point painfully clear), until Kyu had learned to fight back the urge to let the burning under his tattooed chest take over. They stood him in front of mirrors with thinly veiled threats about what happen to wanna be porn idol boys who “couldn't make their ears look normal” or didn't learn “to resist the need to claw”.

Kyu had secretly always wanted changed eye color as well, but it seemed that was defective on him. Much like his laughable height, his eyes could barely pull off a change (if you could call going from honey brown to light brown a real change)—and his ears only got the barest hint of pointing. It hadn't been hard for him to quickly learn to resist the burning.

He had claws too that uncurled but they were ever so very tiny, and had only uncurled fully once. It had been during the first week of bonding with Hanul, their very first night in the dorm alone. The pet had been confident and seductive in his newly acquired sexual ability, and eager to fully explore bonding with Kyu. The brand new little master, so enamored of his new bonded pet, had been completely willing to let said pet explore positions that weren't exactly in the official training manual for their size and weight classes.

Their experimentation that first night on their own led at some point to Hanul straddling Kyu, and impaling himself on Kyu's stiffen shaft and eagerly riding his masters cock upright, using his headboard to support the majority of his weight. Kyu had been laying shocked beneath the nimble and sexually creative pet, turned on and pinned in the most wonderfully erotic way. The position had been such a physical and visual head fuck, Kyu had been unable to maintain his usual control over his change and excited feline hormones that blasted through his body. Their effect causing his tiny claws to uncurl and dig into Hanuls rolling hips and rocking pelvis, while he spasmed over and over in mind numbing pleasure. The pet had not felt the scratches at the time (or if he did he had been too busy climaxing to care), but when Kyu had seen the deep red welts marring a sleeping Hanul's perfect hips and buttock later, he'd been ashamed. He had never allowed Hanul to ride him again, and awkwardly explained the welts away as a result of the bed springs as best he could while dabbing at a confused Hanul with antiseptic the next morning.

The geneticists had considered Kyu, Mariposas greatest success since he had the barest hint of change. Apparently, there had been one other Mariposa male who could pass as fully human as well, but he had be several class years before Kyu—and rumor had it he had been deemed scentless and thus unsuitable to porn idol work. Kyu had only been able to get a name after lots record hacking. . .

Jinki.

That was it. No male number, nothing in his file to say what had happened to the rumored Jinki. No pictures save a disastrous, blurred training film that Kyu could barely make out after he had located and stolen it. Kyu now assumed that deficient Jinki had probably ended up on a breeder line. So there was no one he could talk to about his unimpressive DNA, he was just thankful that unlike the rumored male he did have pheromones, and did have a scent that aroused Hanul.

At least he use to arouse Hanul, that is he did before the pet had become emotionally attracted to someone else and run away. Though now after this situation with Jiyong, Kyu had to wonder if perhaps he was becoming defunct liked the legendary Jinki—since it appeared Hanul had been turned on by Jiyong just fine. Kyu didn't even squeak out much of a protest, when Seunghyun shoved him out of the way. He shuffled to the back and out of the way—and just hoped blue hair hadn't really listened well to what he had said to Jiyong.

Kyu had been considering returning to his room, already tired of the nonsense that was his life yet again thanks to his so-called “pet”, when Hanul's bedroom door opened. Kyu wasn't sure what he expected. . . a contrite Hanul, perhaps Jiyong to run out in tears, or even Hanul and Jiyong fucking like bunnies. What he didn't expect is what Jiyong's weird partner did next. One moment the blue haired male was glaring at Hanul like he intended to choke the pet, the next he was calmly, and dare Kyu say enthusiastically throttling the pet. Kyu was almost tempted to step in but it all happened so fast that by the time he had connected the moment in his head—Seunghyun was stepping over a downed Hanul and firmly closing the both of them out of Hanul's bedroom.

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Jiyong could only stare wide eyed at what his bonded had done to Hanul in the doorway. Jiyong in all his life had never seen anyone do what Seunghyun had done. No one do anything so violent and cold. Aure the pet had kinda deserved it, but Jiyong was well aware that Kyu, and his pet were just barely in their twenties (that was a baby in the porn idol world). No it was more than that, his bonded had been almost sadistic in the way he had dealt with the pet, there had been a calculated pleasure in his movements that Jiyong could not in good conscious call normal. Unconsciously, Jiyong took a step back, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention, even as a shiver of desire slithered traitorously down his spine.

His bonded had just lost his marbles on a guy, a kid really and god help him, Jiyong still wanted him with every fiber of his being.

Jiyong took another step back, his eyes trained on Seunghyun's for any glimmer of his usually calm, almost pleasant countenance. The only thing calm about the other man was his slow easy gait—but Jiyong wasn't fooled, his sensitive nose flared slightly as he took in Seunghyun aroused heavy scent. There was something different about it this time, some darker element beneath his desire. Something that set off Jiyong's instincts enough that he was the slightest bit hesitant to run to Seunghyun and jump into his arms, as he imagined he would when Hanul had been holding him hostage. He literally had to force himself to even stay in one place when Seunghyun finally reached him, against all his other senses better judgment just to run, but his eyes had a hard time maintaining the battle of wills with Seunghyun's almost fathomless dark eyes. Jiyong's gaze flitted away with him hoping the other didn't notice that he smelled perhaps just a wee bit different than usual. Fighting off Hanul in anger he had completely forgotten there was a side of him Seunghyun knew nothing about.

"Did you have fun with that pet?"

The frankly foolish question was so unexpected that for a moment Jiyong's righteous anger returned with a vengeance and his gaze jerked back to his bonded to clarify just how little “fun” that juvenile monkey crawling on him had been. But the look on Seunghyun face was devoid of all humor, the cold in his icy gaze seeped into Jiyong pores and halted anything snarky he might have said.

Then he was flying.

Well not flying. . . flying exactly. More like sailing, and then crashing to his back on the bed where Seunghyun had shoved him.

“Wha—?!” Jiyong started to sputter, but Seunghyun was over and on him, teeth to his jaw, his chin. Alarm bells went off right around the moment those teeth found their way onto his bottom lip summarily silencing him. Jiyong knew his eyes had went round from shock when those teeth tugged at his his imprisoned skin, painfully and even after Seunghyun released him, trembling, he could still feel the sting and taste a ghosting flavor of metallic blood in his mouth. The sharp tang quickly drove home what several pleasant years had made Jiyong cheerfully forget bonded to Seunghyun. That his bond partner was still a pain master, retired yes—but given that few pain masters rebonded, if ever, retired Seunghyun was an anomaly. Maybe even a dangerous anomaly. Jiyong hadn't known Seunghyun when he had been that other person, that master of pain and pleasure as one. Hadn't even wanted too.

At least he thought he didn't want to know that person, but now confronted with the real deal—Jiyong wasn't so sure that he didn't want to know that other Seunghyun. Was this what he had been for Seungri? It dawned on Jiyong on then he really didn't know anything about his bonded. Nothing prior to becoming his trainee and then later his lover. He didn't even know how Seunghyun had been trained and other than the fact Seunghyun had been birthed from one of Mariposa's sister labs, he knew nothing of Seunghyun's life. He was willing to potentially lay down his own life if need be for Seunghyun to get to this freedom, a task that Jiyong was not even sure was possible—and he didn't even know this man that he had given his heart and body to for the last three years.

His shirt being ripped open brought Jiyong back to the present, and even though his mind was full and spinning with too many thoughts—his body was still behaving like the sex drug addled hormonal mine field it already was. He arched helplessly in pleasure when rough heavy hands smoothed along his chest, even as his mind screamed something about such pleasure was surely off. Those same hands took his pants, and then his underwear—leaving his shamelessly naked body to rather obscenely display just how much it was enjoying this none too gentle treatment. Jiyong was having a hard time focusing when Seunghyun ground a possessive and insistent pelvis into him, but he knew he had to change things, shift this inequity between them. He wanted this, but he wanted it on his own terms.

Through the haze of his needy senses he heard Seunghyun's words. Dirty words, black ugly words that were coated in jealous hunger, filthy things Jiyong had never had the older man utter to him even when Jiyong had still been his somewhat resistant trainee. The images those words conjured in Jiyong mind were down right deviant and still he couldn't bring himself to push away from Seunghyun.

Even though him staying beneath his bonded scared him so much more.

Hunting for words that would make everything right between them again, make it safe again—Jiyong found himself pinned where he was. Seunghyun's face was calm, but those words and his scent made a lie of that tranquility. Jiyong could still smell that dark something that made the sexual air between their bodies crackle tensely. Jiyong focused on the single bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his bonded face, while he looked for an answer, any answer that would suck the cold dark fury Jiyong was sure was hovering at the edge of Seunghyun's reasoning, darkness that some part of him was attracted too.

"You're going to tell me what it is that you and that cutie Kyu kid are hiding, why it stinks in here like an exotic whorehouse, right?"

It was on the tip of Jiyong's tongue to confess, to lay the responsibility of his secret self at Seunghyun's feet. But even as his mouth opened, he realized he couldn't. Not out of some foolish misplaced loyalty to his lab, no, hell he hadn't even given a thought to Mariposa since he'd left. No, not telling was just for himself. Seunghyun still had his secrets, hell he had all the secrets—even some of Jiyong's.

But this he didn't have. This one thing that was the core of who Jiyong truly was, what he was capable of—his bonded had no knowledge of. Laying there staring up at Seunghyun, dark, angry, jealous and smelling like he intended to be the one who did the ass turning inside out. . . Jiyong felt powerful. Seunghyun wanted this from him. More over he thought he was entitled to it and could just take it from Jiyong no questions asked.

Fuck that. . . .raging hard-on or no raging hard-on, Jiyong rolled over for no one.

“No. . .” Jiyong looked Seunghyun straight in the eyes. His weren't green in that moment but they might as well have been for the power he put into that single word. It felt good too. Saying no flat out to Seunghyun felt damn good, so good he said it again.

“No! Hell no! You're not training shit!” Jiyong's eyes flashed daggers of rebellion. They sparkled in challenge and defiant resistance. “Those days are over. I'm not your fucking pet! I will never be your fucking goddamn pet! I ain't a trainee anymore either. I'm your equal—bonded to you and it's about time you learned what it means. You don't call the shots with me. You want my secrets then you'll damn well turn over a few of your own first. Tell me about Seungri! Tell about what you did as a pain master before me. Let me in. . .otherwise you can believe what ever your fucked up brain matter has chosen to play out in your sick little fantasy of me and that boy—and then go fuck yourself!”

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Kyu tried to tell himself that Hanul had gotten what he deserved with the ass beating blue hair had doled out like a ninja, but the pet's momentary despondent face still tugged at something deep inside that Kyu had tried to bury. The ensuing silence found Kyu trying to look anywhere but at the pet that had disgraced him so callously for his own selfish ends. It had been several weeks since they had even seen each other, Kyu was irritated that unlike himself, the pet didn't look the least bit different than his usual self. Even with the trouncing from Jiyong's partner, Hanul still looked no where near as bruised, bandaged or disheveled as Kyu did.

When the pet continued to stare, Kyu's eyes were dragged kicking and screaming to glance at his faithless pet. Their eyes met briefly and uncomfortably for a moment. When both dropped their eyes and the heavy uncomfortable silence remained, Kyu took that as his escape ticket and nimble little feet dashed back to his room. No way was he gonna take Hanul's abuse, just cause the pet couldn't handle the other trainer.

But Hanul was nearly as fast and when the tug-of-war at the bedroom door resulted in Kyu jumping back in order to protect his already broken nose, the larger male forced his way into what had been Kyu's private refuge.

“I really don't give a damn where you sleep Hanul. Much like I'm sure you don't give a fig where I sleep.” Or if I sleep Kyu thought sadly before continuing “Your not my pet remember? The whole running away, and fucking the virgin out of me for the world to see and then mock made our mutual agreement of “I don't give a damn what happens to you” pretty clear don't you think?”

The pet moved to Kyu's bed and spread out on it as if he hadn't processed a word the fuming man had said. Kyu silently counted to ten before flouncing over to the small linen closet in his walk in closet. After some careful rambling, Kyu returned with a stack of pillows and blankets. He then proceeded to ignore the other as he built what was basically a pillow and blanket wall. Kyu was careful to keep his hands and eyes away from Hanul's body, before he he finally settled into the bed—as far to opposing side of the pet as humanly possible. Kyu even clung to the edge to put added distance between them

“There” Kyu curled up on his corner of the bed, on the other side of his make shift blockade. “Whatever. . . just keep your hands to yourself! You the one who decided I was hindering you. So now that you’re free, I see no reason for us to to even so much as speak to each other. I'm still a porn idol. I just want to get through the week, and get this over with as quickly as possible. Jiyong and his trainer partner being here is a waste of time frankly. I already know you don't want to be bonded with me, and I don't want to be with you either--better the women separate us now and just get on with it. We're incompatible, always have been. So you can go back to playing tag with the women and hopefully they'll let me rebond with another who actually wants to be with me. I still have some good years left in me."

Kyu sighed and burrowed under his covers, shutting his eyes and attempting to block out the sound of Hanul's breathing, and the coying lure of his familiar scent.

 

[BABingu]

Seunghyun didn’t make the connection, he didn’t see how jiyong was willing for a fair trade, or how much Jiyong's trust might be damaged if he didn't just compromise a little. He needed to know what had gone on between the pet and his own bonded, what secret it was that he wasn't willing to divulge. Seunghyun felt they'd gotten along fine all this time without telling his own secrets, so why start now? Normally Seunghyun wouldn't press for answers, but now was different, now a sliver of doubt in him was growing. Jiyong's decision to not tell just upped the importance of the need to know in Seunghyun's mind, because people didn't keep secrets about things that they wouldn't mind sharing.

He was sure that something inside of him would break if he knew that Jiyong had at all tempted the other male, made a pass at the pet. As bad as it was to possibly find out that his partner had been looking towards another, it was still so much worse NOT knowing and being Jiyong’s toy, being strung along and played for the hell of it. Jiyong was fine without knowing about Seungri, because Seunghyun was sure he was better off without recalling his past. They’d both be better off, their bond would surely be healthier.

He didn’t want Jiyong to know he’d killed someone.

Oh, the psychiatrist had told him otherwise, and he also tried to rationalize and contort all his anger towards the women, but even he knew that a small voice in his mind could never be completely silenced from its dark, vile whispers. Monster. Callous freak. Bully.

Murderer.

Why did Jiyong want to do this to him? Make him remember those painful things, make him hurt from the inside where he couldn’t be healed? Seunghyun was fine, he’d buried those things, though he hadn’t forgotten them, he’d moved on in life. He loved Jiyong, but simply loving someone was not enough to make the hurt go away, he didn’t think it ever would, or should. Taking the pain away was like actually admitting to those frightening whispers of his thoughts, of admitting he wasn’t human, that he didn’t feel anything. Taking the pain and hurt and anger away left too much room for rationality and sensibility to creep in, too much time for him to think about the cold truth: that Seungri had never actually loved him.

It was so blatantly obvious though. Seungri had trusted him, had wanted a friend. Seunghyun knew he was different, the way he saw the other men wasn't how most did. It was why he was able to complete his job as a trainer so well without involving himself on any personal level, because all of them were merely in it for the sex, thus making that distinction was easy.

For Seunghyun though, it had never been about the sex. Sex was a given. It was so superfluous and redundant in his life that it held nothing to be desired. Seunghyun had wanted something more. He had wanted something strong and binding, to feel safe with someone. But after everything that he’d been through, all the shit that told him there was no trusting anyone, he'd let his surroundings and upbringing win out over his secret little wish.

This was where Jiyong confused him so, because the way Jiyong looked at him, it was different. It was strong and unashamed and full of something, something deep, open, and wanting. It made Seunghyun’s heart clench and flutter all at once, like being touched with ice and licked with flame simultaneously. It was like the mixture pleasure and pain he’d been so masterful at delivering. He didn't know if he liked the affection in their bond or hated it.

Unfortunately, even if Seunghyun might want Jiyong's feelings, he couldn't necessarily trust him to stay true in the face of temptation. They were all conditioned for sex to rule every fiber of their being, Seunghyun knew this all too well after training so manly beautiful but mindless bodies controlled by their dicks. As futile as it might be, Seunghyun felt the need to fight the way they'd been taught, to rearrange the priorities in his bonded, making himself the absolute. He'd held off so far because there hadn't been a time in which Jiyong might have had to choose between him and his body's desires. But now he couldn't, not when his trust was so easily disturbed as things became too uncertain, when doubts and questions came forward, when others like that pet intervened, when Jiyong wanted to know things that Seunghyun did not have the courage to tell him.

Jiyong wasn’t supposed to pry, not now, not yet. This was all supposed to come later. His bonded wasn’t supposed to be like the insistent women who had interrogated him until he’d cracked. Now Jiyong was saying things and acting in ways that touched on those moments of weakness Seunghyun didn't want to be reminded of. When he remembered those times an uncomfortable almost nauseated feeling churned in his stomach, it made his skin feel cold. It made him feel like he wasn't going to be able to hold it together. He felt lost and confused and anxious with Jiyong standing up to him, holding his own secrets back in refusal.

Seunghyun's stomach threatened to turn in on itself when he thought that there might be a side to the other male he knew nothing about. How well did he really know this man? This man he'd been living with for the last three years? What else was he hiding?

The former trainer felt like he was going to be sick, and he was sure that he paled a bit, but he refused to acknowledge it. He instead focused on the anger, it was always easier that way. Anger was the emotion that didn't let him become weak, it made him seem stronger to others, made him feel stronger to himself.

Seunghyun focused on that anger he had for the man he loved who just might not feel as strongly for him. Fine. He could deal with that, Jiyong didn't need to return all of those feelings. The only thing Jiyong needed to know was that he belonged to Seunghyun, and that ownership would only be relinquished when the owner desired it.

Once he'd reminded himself of this, all those other useless emotions shied away to make way for the anger, which instantly took over like a tidal wave drowning out anything else. The urge to strike out and hurt the man under him sang out in his limbs, the desire for it tingling madly in his fingers, his hands felt hot and itched for the pain they wanted to inflict. An internal battle waged in his core, trying to determine if he'd like the repercussions of his actions. The side that said no, the one of rationality lost out. Jiyong said he wanted know know what he had done, what he had been like before. Well, he’d just show him then.

Seunghyun listened silently to all that Jiyong had to say to him, each word falling like one more brick to the foundation of bitterness. Jiyong was demanding too much from the him right now, and Seunghyun would be a fool to let such words be left unaddressed. Establishing himself as their leader had been easy enough, but clearly Jiyong needed some kind of reminder to put him in his place. That way he wouldn't be tempted into such stupid behavior. Seunghyun gave it to him, first shutting up any more demands that he didn't want to hear birthed from the mouth that had kissed him so passionately just a few nights ago.

The harsh pitched slap of skin interrupted any more of Jiyong's voice. Seunghyun put his raised hand back down, the skin of his palm slightly reddened, but nothing like the quick flush of blood that came to Jiyong's skin where his face had been struck. Seunghyun gripped the mussed bedsheets on either side of his bonded tightly, trying to hide the tremble in his limbs, because it wasn't a tremor of fear.

How, how could it have felt so good? He had expected it to be more difficult to do, he had expected himself to resist the urge a little more, expected himself to feel some remorse. But when Jiyong looked back at him with stark, thoughtless shock, that unwavering defiance momentarily gone, Seunghyun felt stronger. There was a strange, almost addictive quality to not knowing how Jiyong would react to him like this. Knowing that marking his bonded wasn't allowed, it gave him an adrenaline rush like that of an extreme sport junkie. It was thrilling to the former trainer in a way he had forgotten. No, it was better than he remembered.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He thought one thing, but did another, already feeling almost high off the power. Leaning over Jiyong, he brought his hand back to the place he'd struck, and rested it lightly against the side of his bonded's face in a gentle caress. Jiyong really did have a good face, nice skin. His fingers ran down, past cheek and jaw to the curve of the neck. His neck was slender too, elegant, it would have looked good to see a collar there. Seunghyun's eyes remained on that neckline, staring as though he could already see the collar as he spoke.

"No. I suppose you're right. You're not my pet. But you are mine."

He chose that moment to flick his eyes back upwards, boring into the other idol's dark irises.

"Or did you forget, that you were the one who wanted me? You're not going to back out now that you got what you wanted, are you?”

The defiance was coming back to Jiyong quickly, Seunghyun could see it in the other’s face, but he didn’t want to deal with it. He couldn’t, not right now. He wouldn’t be able to handle any more of Jiyong’s intrusiveness, good intention it may be. Seunghyun found it easier closing Jiyong out like this, because if he was rejected, all he would have inside was anger, and he could blame it on Jiyong for not seeing through his facade. Telling things about himself left openings for Jiyong to dislike parts of Seunghyun he himself was hurt by, he’d never last if that happened.

So he belittled Jiyong, overriding any words the other might want to say. He looked rolled his eyes and scoffed at the beginnings of something that sounded like attachment, words that eluded to safety and acceptance, because he couldn’t believe them right now from lips that might have touched that pet’s.

“Its not like I care if you try to back out.”

Liar. You do care.

Refusal to believe him and demands for the truth came from Jiyong. His body spoke of it, his eyes screamed it, and his lips moved with it. Seunghyun didn’t bite though, he ignored the resistance to the wall he was building, redoubling his efforts. His hands moved like striking rattlesnakes, fast and hard, gripping tightly on Jiyong’s upper arms as he leaned in close. The bed creaked lightly under their full combined weight as he leaned over his bonded, to where their noses nearly touched, where he could see the different flecks of color in Jiyong’s deep brown eyes.

“I don’t care Jiyong. Because I won't let you.”

He smirked slightly then, a knowing, superior, dark expression. “Wanna see what trying it gets you though?”

With his lips turned in a small sadistic smile, he brought his mouth closer to his bonded’s. He stopped when their breaths mingled, where lips were a ghost’s movement away from one another. He seemed to be trying to take the breath that the other was trying to inhale, and breathed in Jiyong’s exhales, as though attempting to find hints of the pet.

He stayed like that, as though he were trying to lure Jiyong into a state of hypnosis, eyes looking straight into the opposing pair, breathing into one another until the timing of their breaths matched. His hands had left Jiyong’s arms though, so slowly in uncurling his tight fingers that it might have gone unnoticed. Seunghyun had to restrain himself from licking his own lips in a diversion from the greater desire to kiss Jiyong until they both forgot everything. He let his breath coat the other as his body hovered but mere centimeters above Jiyong's, plenty close enough for their body heat to radiate off one another.

Dark smirk still in place, Seunghyun decided Jiyong had had enough time in his own mind, he didn't have all day, and his body was already strung so tightly it was a miracle he didn't snap his spine holding himself back.

"Your answer?"

* * * * *​

Hanul didn't even try to maintain a little modesty or politeness for his master, who had technically released him. As he sat back against the bed and watched Kyu get to work on his silly, rather useless wall of pillows, Hanul mulled over the question that had been running around in his head without an answer for too long now.

Why had Kyu let him go?

Sure, Hanul could pick out a few answers. He had been a right asshole to Kyu for some time now, what with the fucking his master and all, but, that had been what he'd thought was best at the time. Contrary to what everyone seemed to think of him, Hanul was actually capable of coherent thoughts, and well formed ones which extended beyond bodily desires at that. It was just, when he started thinking he'd often become depressed, because there was no getting around the fact that he was still here. He was still in this paradise facade, still collared and expected to perform sex for cameras. And then of course, he was still stuck with Kyu.

He didn't let it show any other time after he'd thoughtlessly let himself go and told Kyu more than he'd meant. Keeping his own sanity when faced with Kyu at that time though had been rather impossible. You couldn't reason with crazy unless you yourself were nuts, and something about the way Kyu had been had tugged at scarier parts of Hanul he hadn't really known were there. He'd meant every word he'd said, at that time, after pinning Kyu down in the kitchen, he couldn't have lied even if he'd tried. Everything was too raw for him, to the point where he'd meant it when he'd handed Kyu the knife to kill him. If he let his mind dwell on it, having Kyu around him like this now, after all that insane shit, it was more than just a little awkward.

They'd seen sides of each other that they hadn't known were there, and things like that just didn't happen in the porn idol world. You weren't deep or full of emotions or intelligent brain matter. You were just some female's fantasy entertainment fodder, something pretty and unusual to gawk at. Growing up, Hanul didn't have revealing moments like this with anyone, not even with his fellow pets whom he had considered friends of a sort. It was weird to say the least, to know that this small guy had dragged such complex and disturbing feelings out of him, and that they were going to be stuck together, probably until one of them snapped again.

Kyu was still busily constructing his down fortress, and Hanul didn't try to stop his eyes from moving over the other's frame. Kyu, Hanul had learned, was rather. . . fragile. He didn't think of it in the physical sense so much, as somehow Kyu had managed to take a fair beating and still muster up courage enough to act the way he was now. It was more like. . . more like Hanul was seeing Kyu as something besides a master for the first time.

A master was confident, strong, unrelenting, but fair and honest (well, they were supposed to be, according to the lessons). A master had uncontested control, and couldn't be swayed by their pet. As far as Hanul had been taught, masters didn't possess emotions other than pride, anger, content, and disappointment. So, did Kyu let Hanul go out of disappointment for having such a rebellious and terrible pet? Somehow, he didn't think so.

Watching Kyu avert his eyes, the way Kyu took particular care not to touch Hanul with either his hands or the pillows, it almost looked like he was forcing himself. His movements were unnatural, lacking fluidity, which was all the more stark because sometimes Hanul swore that Kyu moved in ways that were almost majestic in their gracefulness. Those moments had been rare, and Hanul had only observed them in the past when Kyu thought he was alone, or not being paid attention to.

There was one particular instance he recalled then. It had been when he had gotten some virus, called influheza - or something like that - after attending a "meet and greet" fan session. Females had poked and prodded him, hugged him, groped him, and taken pictures with him for an entire day. Kyu had endured similar treatment, but for some reason hadn't gotten ill. Hanul had spent an entire day in bed after that, with a headache like fire and skin like ice.

He couldn't remember much except for Kyu's gentle hands and warm voice, so he'd accepted it when Kyu had told him he'd been seeing things when he wandered into the kitchen still feverish. Really, watching the concentrating Kyu jump down from the counter in fright after Hanul had coughed in the silent kitchen, twisting mid air and landing on all fours had seemed like a hallucination at the time. Even his hair had been kind of fluffed up like a cat, Hanul thought he had to have been dreaming, especially after that filming with animal costume roleplay they'd done not long before.

Hanul didn't think so now though, not after he'd been fully scratched on the face by a green-eyed porn idol with fangs. He ran his fingers experimentally over the cuts, only a small bit of drying blood coating his fingers as he pulled them away from the fine scratches. Then he remembered the time he'd woken up with little nail pricks and scratches all over his thighs and backside, with a nearly apologetic master tending to the tiny serrations. What Jiyong had said had to be true, after all, those two were from the same lab, shared DNA and all.

Kyu's voice flooded his ears, quickly drawing Hanul out of his transfixtion on the other male's body while his mind had wandered freely. Before Kyu continued he disappeared behind the soft blockade, leaving Hanul only a voice and the sounds of him shuffling the sheets around as Kyu settled himself in for the night. He stared blankly at the pillows blocking his bonded from sight as he listened quietly. Hanul couldn’t say he agreed with everything that Kyu said, though he wasn’t about to claim that he did want to be bonded to Kyu. The only problem was, he didn’t really want to be bonded to anyone, sort of impossible when you were a porn idol.

Being bonded made things difficult, it made Hanul feel a pang of hurt every time Kyu said they should just go their separate ways. The damn bond made him want to stay close, because Kyu was right, they were too insurmountably different from one another to be compatible if not for their conditioned association with one another, reinforced with drugs and who knew what else. But his bond didn’t hear all those rationalities and reasonings, no matter how much sense they made, because his bond made him so emotional and just stupid. All the mess he’d gotten himself into had been because of the fucking bond that made a place in his chest stir for the thought of Kyu’s happy smile or kind words.

Hanul grimaced at himself for all the idiotic wants he felt, and growled quietly when they didn’t silence themselves to his distaste for them. His proximity to Kyu certainly didn’t help in getting rid of the ridiculous bubbly sensation in his gut, but it wasn’t like he was going to be the one to relinquish the bed here. His bed was probably already the site of some primal hard ass fucking, considering the pungent pheromones that had been radiating off long haired kitty guy. Really, if Kyu had been hiding something like that from him all this time. . . Hanul grit his teeth a bit at the thought. The little manipulative shit. Fuck all those thoughts about Kyu being fragile. Hanul felt wronged after he’d been the only one teased into tears on more than a few occasions. The pet decided with a smirk to himself that Kyu was more than overdue for a little payback.

Using his arms to help himself into a sitting position thanks to the lovely pulsing pain in his abdomen, Hanul perched his arms on top of the fluffy barricade. His weight made it sink down slightly as he rested his head on his hands and leaned into the pillows and comforters. A small, but not exactly friendly, smile was on his lips as he peered over at Kyu, who was quite obviously still awake and blatantly ignoring Hanul.

“You know, its not like we shouldn’t even talk to each other. I mean, I’ve been fucking bored as hell the last week, and don’t tell me that your fingerpainting or whatever the heck it is you’re doing in here alone is really that awesome either. Besides, I have things I’d like to know about you now that you’ve freed me and all.”

He waited for Kyu to acknowledge that he’d heard, maybe turn over to send a glare his way, maybe give him the bird or some other signal telling the pet to fuck off. Unfortunately, he got nothing of the sort, just more faked sleep.

How utterly boring.

Not having gotten a reaction, Hanul pressed further. He picked at one of the blankets on the wall as he spoke.

“That lab mate of yours told me some things you know, some pretty interesting things about you.” Hanul’s lips finally curved into that newfound dangerous smirk of his, because he could tell that Kyu’s body had just gone tense. He could see it in the other’s shoulders. Now he was getting somewhere. He continued in a nonchalant tone, though he was avidly waiting for a reaction.

“I’ve always sorta thought you were a bit animal like. I used to kinda think it was cute, your little strange habits now and then. But now I think I’ve finally picked out which animal you’re like, now I just wanna know if you can meow like your labmate.”

Hanul was really starting to get into it now. He could tell Kyu was just another word away from snapping, which was exactly what the pet was trying to accomplish. Jiyong had snapped and turned into that thing, that thing that had smelled like absolute wildness. He only figured the same would happen with Kyu. Nearly grinning from ear to ear, Hanul reached over the divide between them, extending his arm to the blankets around Kyu.

“Should I check for a tail? I didn’t ever see one before, but it seems like you guys can hide those things. . .”

He started to pull up the sheets that Kyu had tucked around himself. He dipped his head as he peeked under to Kyu’s backside as he started to pull them off, but wasn’t allowed much beyond a shadowy glimpse before the sheets were quickly slapped back down and his arm was just barely saved from Kyu’s defensive attack. Hanul’s eyes came up then, not even a hint of surprise there when he found Kyu glaring hot death at him. His bonded was seething, it was quite clear that his teasing had done it’s job. Hanul smiled right back at that face of threatening rage, knowing the dangers but finding it thrilling rather than fearful.

“Hm, and I thought you’d fallen asleep. You really that touchy about your tail? Don’t you think I deserve to see it a bit after putting up with you all this time?”

Hanul sprang then, much like a hulking feline himself, only with less grace as he barreled through the pillow wall between them. He was unconsciously careful though to not land on top of Kyu, and without realizing it took stock of where the injured nose was, being sure to not seriously hurt the smaller male. He didn’t think about it because it was an instinctual thing to him to be careful with his weight around Kyu, though, he wasn’t exactly gentle as he fought for a hold of the slighter frame that was trying to retreat. Bed sheets were tossed and pillows were kicked in the tussle.

The pet wrestled in good spirits with his bonded, confidently knowing he'd win out easily enough. Though his conceit afforded Hanul got an elbow to the neck before he had Kyu pinned on his back, smushed down between soft pillows. He was hardly breathing more than usual, just a very slight pant showed any signs of physical activity as he spoke.

"Come on, don't you wanna do that changy thing too?" He smirked happily at Kyu's telltale expression. "You've have the worst poker face, so don't try to hide it. Besides, its not like I have anyone to tell about it, being a pet and all." Hanul shifted slightly to shimmy his body down against Kyu's lightly, teasingly with just a bit of his weight and bodily warmth. "You know you don't stand a chance fighting me like this, your labmate certainly got stronger after." And sexier. "If you don't take this seriously I just might be inclined to fuck you like before, I could use a little stress relief." He trailed a finger over the shirt down Kyu's sternum, eyes watching with something like predatory mirth. "I bet you could use some destressing too."