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Note: Asteriks denote scene changes, horizontal rules separate band member stories.

Nathan slid his hand down the leanly muscled back, smiling to himself when the ears atop the shaggy head twitched and the tail thumped.

Pale yellow eyes blinked up at him curiously.
“I can’t sleep,” he explained. The slender boy stretched and kneeled in front of him, sliding his hands up taught, muscular thighs.
The breath hitched in the frontman’s throat as the boy nuzzled his crotch through his jeans.
“Fang, please don’t tease,” he warned harshly. The boy grinned up at him innocently, tail wagging as he pulled down the zipper. Nathan hooked his fingers in the studded collar around Fang’s neck as he pulled out his massive cock.
Fang’s ears flicked forward then back as he gave the head an experimental lick. A shudder rippled up through Nathan’s stomach as Fang’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He moved his hand from the collar to fist in the shaggy black hair.
The tightness of the boy’s throat combined with the vibrations of his moans. Nathan growled low in his throat and his eyes met the pale yellow orbs. Before he could force him away, a little smirk curved Fang’s mouth as he moved his hands up to the singer’s butt, pulling his hips forward. Nathan cursed under his breath as he came hard, feeling the swallowing throat muscles milking him dry.
The boy grinned up at him after releasing him with an audible pop.
“Looks like you enjoyed that almost as much as I did,” Nathan observed, indicating the bulge in the black cargo shorts of his canine friend.
Fang’s tail swished slowly as he cocked his head to the side.
“Stop acting like a damn dog and ask me nice,” he growled.
“Please, Master, me too,” he panted without missing a beat. Nathan picked him up and sat on the edge of the bed, slowly rubbing him through the shorts. The slender frame shook and writhed, ears back, face flushed, lips parted.
“I forget how sensitive you are,” Nathan teased as the narrow hips bucked into his palm.
Fang leaned his head back on Nathan’s muscular shoulder and turned his head to lick the frontman’s ear.
Nathan bit down on the pale throat exposed to him as his other hand slid up from the narrow waist to pinch a delicate nipple.
As hoped, Fang stiffened and emitted a low whine. Through the shorts, Nathan could feel he was still painfully aroused. He started to withdraw his hand, but Fang gripped his wrist.
“Please, not yet. Almost, Master,” he panted desperately against his ear.
“Take off your clothes,” Nathan ordered, tugging at the shirt.
Fang practically ripped off his shirt and wriggled out of the shorts.
Nathan pulled him back into his lap and chuckled as Fang tried to pull off his shirt. Relenting, he tossed the garment aside and adjusted the long legs to straddle his lap. Fang shivered as Nathan caressed his flat stomach over the gear branded above his navel. His hands fisted in the long dark hair as the frontman’s tongue invaded his mouth.
Pulling back, Nathan offered his fingers, which Fang licked and sucked. Satisfied by the slickness, he reclaimed his hand and pulled the slender boy closer.
Nathan nipped and sucked on the pale neck as his fingers probed the quivering ring of muscle beneath the bushy tail.
A low whine murmured past Fang’s lips as a slick digit worked its way in.
“Ungh-” Fang tried to form words, but all that came out were whimpers and moans. Nathan guessed what he was trying to ask when slender hips bucked, causing the neglected weeping member to tap his stomach.
A gasp tore from Fang’s throat as Nathan’s hand pumped in time with his finger’s movements. He clenched convulsively around his fingers and keened as he erupted over Nathan’s hand and stomach.
He collapsed against the muscular chest, his tail swishing slowly.
“Why just your hand?” he asked, nuzzling his neck.
“You’re not ready,” Nathan explained. “You may be 18, but you’re too small.”
Fang raised up to frown at him.
“I have brothers and sisters bigger than you,” he pouted. “One day, I will be too.”
Nathan smirked and gave his bottom a smack.
“I like you the way you are, Runt.”
“I’m not ‘Runt’ anymore,” he argued. “You named me ‘Fang,’ and that’s who I am.”

Naotoh and Naotah peeked from under the blanket. Naotoh flattened his cat ears, his pale green eyes narrowing. Naotah grinned, wide awake, nose twitching and ears alert, tail wagging slowly.
“It’s too early,” Naotoh hissed. “He’ll get mad.”
Naotah cocked his head to the side then scrambled out from under the blanket, stretching his lanky form.
“Are you naturally this stupid?” Naotoh hissed, ears flat and tail twitching angrily. “He’s gonna have one hell of a hangover when he wakes up—trust me—he won’t wanna play.”
Naotah’s ears drooped dejectedly. “But he always likes to play,” he insists.
“If you wake him up now, he’ll kick you out. Trust me, just come back and try to sleep,” the cat-boy pleaded, looking into the sad orange eyes of his friend.
Naotah crawled back under the blanket and snuggled next to Naotoh.
“How about we play?” Naotah asked, nuzzling a pointed white ear.
Naotoh shivered and ducked his head.
“We can’t, Master’s sleeping,” he protested. To be honest, he had always been attracted to the energetic boy beside him, but he didn’t trust himself to be able to be quiet.
“I promise I’ll go to sleep right after,” he begged before nipping the back of his neck. “I’ll share my toys and let you sit in Master’s lap first.”
Naotoh felt a shiver run up his spine as Naotah licked and sucked down his back over the gear branded between his shoulder blades.
“You promise?” he asked, rolling onto his back; being on his stomach had become increasingly uncomfortable.
“Yeah,” Naotah whispered, leaning down to brush his lips with his. Naotoh mewled as firm hips pressed against his. His fingers slipped down the leanly muscled back as hands tugged his pajama bottoms off.
“Mnhn,” he moaned softly as Naotoh pressed his erection against his.
“Is this okay?” he panted softly. At his nod, he wrapped his hand around both of their erections and gently thrust against him.
Naotoh wrapped his legs around the narrow waist and arched his hips.
“Nao-kun,” he mewled. “When did you get so big?”
The face hovering above his flushed and the orange eyes diverted from green.
“It just sort of happened,” he replied, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean-”
“I like it,” Naotoh breathed, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss.
Naotoh sucked on his bottom lip, enjoying the tiny whimpers his friend made.
“Together, Nao-chan,” Naotah panted, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts. Naotoh captured his lips again before they stiffened simultaneously. Naotah yelped as Naotoh’s teeth sunk into his lip. He pulled back and licked the blood from the swollen bottom lip.
"Nao-chan, I think I love you,” Naotah whispered, hiding his face in the hollow of his throat.
Naotoh stroked his fingers through the shaggy brown hair and felt a happy tremble in his stomach.
“Wanna get cleaned up?”
They looked up simultaneously, eyes wide.
Pickles grinned down at them.
“Dat was totally haht by da wey,” he chuckled, grabbing Naotoh under the arms and lifting him. “Do ya do dat every mornin'?"
"No, Master, this was the first time," Naotah confessed, his face red.
Pickles put Naotoh down to turn on the water and then reached over to ruffle his hair.
"Take off yer shirt and we'll shower before breakfast," Pickles commands, taking off his underwear.
Naotoh, who was already naked, sidled up behind him and slid his hands up Naotoh's shirt. Pickles turned with eyebrow raised. Naotoh bit down on Naotah's ear as he pulled up his shirt, revealing the gear branded on the center of his chest.
"Nao-chan, please," he panted.
"Alreet, in da shower," Pickles chuckled, tossing Naotah's shirt across the room.
Naotoh mewled loudly as Pickles picked him up and pitched him into the spray.
Naotah looked up at him then scrambled in before he suffered a similar fate.
Once inside the spray, Pickles dumped shampoo on the two boys. Naotah giggled, shaking his head while Naotoh flinched as soap flew in his eye.
Pickles scrubbed both of them then washed himself. The two shared a conspiratorial grin as Pickles rinsed his head. Naotoh kneeled in front of the drummer and licked the limp cock between his legs.
Naotoh raised up on his toes and nipped at his neck. Pickles opened his eyes and fisted his hand in the shaggy brown hair. He captured his lips in a bruising kiss as he bucked his hips forward.
"Naotah, ya wanna do Naotoh?"
Naotah cocked his head to the side, ears twitching.
"I'll let ya do him if I can do you."
Naotah nodded and kissed him again.
Naotoh pulled back as cum splashed his cheek. Pickles stroked his damp head as Naotah kneeled and licked his cheek clean.
***

Naotah sat dejectedly watching Naotoh try to hide behind his teddy bear.

"Nao-chan, I won't do it if you don't want to," he whimpered. The cat ears flicked up and Naotah climbed up on the bed to lean over him. Pale green eyes peeked up at him shyly.
"You promised not to grow up without me once," he snapped. "Now you want to take my virginity?"
"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I won't do it if you don't want me to.'
"I never said that," Naotoh admitted, thumbing at a tear on Naotah's cheek. " just feel a little jealous that I won't be your first."
"I can't help that either," Naotah wailed, his ears flattening against his head.
"I know," he replied. Naotah had been a stray before coming to live at the shop with Naotah and other like him, but since he was clean, they sold him to Dethklok along with Naotoh.
"What about if I let you do me first?" he asked orange eyes glancing at him shyly.
"Wasn't your first time ra-"
"It's okay if it's you or Master," he interrupted. "I love both of you so it's okay."
Naotoh blinked up at him surprised but slid his knee up between his legs.
"I'd like to try," he ventured shyly. Naotah's ears perked up but his face flushed a deep red.
"I'll have to get something first," he stammered, racing off to the bathroom.
***

Naotah watched with wide-eyed fascination as Naotah prepared himself using a sweet-smelling oil from the bathroom.

He found himself already painfully hard watching the slick fingers work the quivering entrance. Every sound and the face Naotah made made it harder for him not to touch himself.
"Alright," Naotah finally panted, withdrawing his fingers. "Put some of this on your cock and then put it in."
Naotah rubbed the oil on his aching member, then slowly moved into his friend. Naotah's sides heaved as he breathed.
"Are you okay?" he asked, afraid that he was hurting him.
"Yeah, it's just been a while," he panted back.
Gently gripping his hips, Naotoh pulled out then thrust back in, his head swimming with sensation. Naotah whimpered and arched against him encouragingly. Soon Naotoh pounded into him in a desperate drive for fulfillment. Naotah stiffened, arching his back ears flat, tail trembling, clenching convulsively around Naotoh as he bit his lip, drawing blood to stay quiet.
Naotoh gasped sharply then moaned as his length was milked by the tight heat. He collapsed on Naotah's back, breathless. Beneath him, Naotah shifted uncomfortably.
"We should get cleaned up before band practice is over," he suggested. Naotoh climbed up and followed him to the bathroom. Naotah ran some water in the tub and climbed in. Naotoh did the same and glanced over his shoulder to watch Naotah as he silently scrubbed his back.
"As long as it's you or Master, Nao-kun," he whispered. A shy grin spread across Naotah's face as his ears twitched happily.
"I love you, Nao-chan," he cheered, hugging him tightly. Naotoh leaned his head back against his shoulder and purred.

Toki stroked the soft ears and smiled, feeling the chest against his vibrate with a purr.
"You ams awakes den?" He whispered. The girl raised up and blinked her big blue eyes. She smiled and wriggled against him. Toki grabbed her hips to hold her still.
"No, you don'ts have to dos dat," he scolded. She closed her eyes and mewled, squirming, ears twitching.
"But we dids it last nights," he gasped, feeling himself becoming aroused. "Ams you in heats or sometings?"
Her forehead rested against his and her eyes met his pleadingly. Toki rolled over, pinning her to the mattress and moved between her thighs. She arched her hips, mewling and dragging her nails down his back. She licked his bottom lip and mewled again as he kissed her roughly.
His thumb rubbed over her nipple as his tongue thrust into her mouth. His hips slammed into hers when he felt her clench and stiffen.
Pulling back, he arched his back as his own orgasm wracked through him.
As he slowly drifted down from his high, he felt her tongue on his neck and cheek.
"Yous welcomes," he whispered, nuzzling her cheek. "I has to gets up now."
***

"Dis ams Loki," Toki announced, setting the boy on the bed.

The long bunny ears shot up as the girl crawled towards him. He stiffened, nose twitching, as she nuzzled him and purred.
"Okay, you twos plays nice while I goes out with da guys," Toki grinned, leaving them alone.
***

Loki fell on his back as she pressed her face into his stomach.

"What's your name?" he trembled as she crawled over him, straddling his hips.
"Moki," she replied with a smile. His brown eyes widened as she wriggled her hips.
"Are you in heat?" he gasped. She nodded and leaned down to nuzzle his neck.
"Smells like you are too," she purred, smiling as she felt his cock twitch.
"I'm sorry," he panted, face flushed. She nipped his neck and grinned when he stiffened, trembling.
"Don't be. I like it," she breathed before sucking on his collarbone. His breath hitched as her legs squeezed his hips and her tongue moved over his pulse.
"Can I touch you, then?" he asked timidly.
"Yes, please," she giggled, moving against him.
His hand moved up to her breast as his other hand squeezed her butt. His thumb brushed her nipple and his hips bucked up against hers.
"Take them off," she pleaded, then proceeded to tug the shorts from his body.
He sat up and slid his hands up her shirt and captured her lips as she tossed his shorts across the room. When she pulled back, breathless, he threw her shirt after his shorts.
"Is this your first time?" she asked softly. He smiled shyly.
"Not exactly," he blushed.
"What do you mean?" she asked, tail flicking. He moved her onto her back and leaned his forehead against hers.
"Can I show you? I swear it'll feel good."
She nodded and he kissed down her body, pausing to tease both nipples to pert nubs. She trembled as he darted his tongue into her belly button.
Her eyes widen as he nuzzled between her thighs. He gave her a lick and she mewled, wrapping her legs around his shoulders. He darted his tongue into her moist opening and pulled her silken pearl with his lips.
Her chest heaved as she sobbed for breath, tears running down her cheeks. She bucked her hips up against the thrusting tongue and fisted her hands in his long black hair. She felt a slick digit probe beneath her tail and gasped, writhing in ecstasy.
"Loki," she whimpered, arching her back. He sucked on her clit, curling his finger inside her. She screamed, curling her toes and clenching around him.
He licked up every drop, withdrawing his finger. She went limp on the floor and he raised up to look down at her.
"That was... wow," she purred as he licked her tears from her cheeks.
"I'm glad you liked it," he replied shyly. She nuzzled him beneath the jaw as her hand moved down to his still painfully erect cock.
"Now I'll take care of you," she purred, stroking him gently. He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, thrusting his hips with the pull of her hand. His mouth tightened and he inhaled sharply, trembling as he released.
Moki kissed him gently as he looked at her with uncontained adoration.
"Have you never been treated before?" she asked. He moved onto his side and nuzzled her shoulder.
"I've just never come so quickly," he admitted as she played with his long flop ears.
"Is it wrong?" she asked.
"No, I just didn't think that it would be so satisfying," he chuckled. "At first I thought you were gonna kill and eat me."
"I could eat you next time," she purred with a wink.
"Maybe," he yawned, cuddling against her.

Skwisgaar stretched and climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake the women sprawled in various positions. Once in his private bathroom, he showered and, with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, walked to the small room adjoined to the bathroom.
The room was dimly lit and carpeted with a soft shag. The only entrance and exit was the door leading to the bathroom.
The Swede smirked and crept over to the bundle of down comforter in the corner. Stretching out his hand, he gently pressed his palm over the wad of blankets until he found what he was looking for. He shook the bundle over the spot. A small foot poked out of the comforter, followed by a soft moan.
"Hey, wakes up you lazys," he whispered.
A girl with white hair and round white ferret ears poked her head out of the bundle, her nose twitching.
"I forgets you can'ts sees," her murmured, pulling her out to sit in his lap. She scrambled for a second, then snuggled her face into the hollow of his neck as he stroked her hair.
"Calms down, Yuki, it ams only mes," he crooned.
She shivered as his fingers brushed the gear brand on her hip. A blonde brow arched at her tiny whimper as she tried to snuggle closer to him.
"I don'ts remembers you doings dat befores," he mused, stroking her side. She emitted another tiny squeak and wriggled in his lap. Her leg fell off his lap, causing her to straddle his knee. She stiffened for a second, then tried to scramble away. He tightened his arm around her waist to stop her.
"Yous ams hot downs der," he mused. She trembled and whimpered against his shoulder. "I cans helps you," he whispered against a delicately curved ear.
He slid his hands to her hips, turning her in his lap so her back was pressed to his chest. His hands moved her legs to spread them and hook on either side of his lap. She turned her face against his throat and wrapped her fingers in his still damp hair.
On hand slid up her t-shirt and the other down between her thighs. A smile curved the Swede's lips as she arched her hips, making soft mewling sounds. He brushed his lips over a bare shoulder as his fingers plunged deep inside her. She stiffened, panting as his other hand kneaded her breast, the thumb rolling the pert nub of a nipple.
"Master," she whined, arching her back, a wetness dripping from her entrance. He bit gently on her shoulder as she clenched around his fingers.
"So you speaks for mes todays," he chuckled against her pale skin.
She nuzzled her flushed cheek against his and purred.
"Yuki, you ams beings so cutes todays," he accused before seeking her lips. She turned her face away and shivered.
"Dat ams okay," he chuckled. "You acts cute enoughs for one days."
She slid out of his arms and he watched amusedly as she burrowed back inside the comforter.
Wiping his hand idly on his towel, he glanced at the random toys. One in particular caught his attention and his eyes narrowed. A purple vibrator lay underneath a rag doll. He picked it up and moved it several feet away. She'd come across it eventually, but this was her punishment for being selfish.
"Thank you, Master," she murmured from under the comforter. Skwisgaar paused, then snorted and placed the toy back next to the doll.
Ofdenson was right, training is slow with a ferret.

Ofdenson sat in his office, staring at the blank computer screen. All the arrangements for the upcoming tour had been made. Album sales were up. There wasn’t much he could do to improve things at the moment, but he had no drive to find busy work.
He glanced over at the large suitcase in the corner, brought in by a klokateer an hour earlier. With nothing better to do, he knelt before it and opened the clasps. Raising the lid carefully, his eyebrow arched at what was curled up inside.
Two black tipped ears stuck out of the boy’s head; a bushy ringed tail curled around his leg. Soft brown eyes glanced up at him through a curtain of curly gray and black hair.
“Are you Charles?” the boy asked softly.
“What if I am?” he replied as the boy sat up with a yawn and stretch. The white button-up shirt hung loose on his slender frame.
“Then you’re my Master,” he replied, holding up a rumpled piece of paper.
Charles took the paper and read it.

“Hey, happy almost birthday.
-Dethklok”

Charles looked up from the note when the boy shifted uncomfortably.

“What’s your name?” he asked.
“You’re my Master, it’s whatever you want it to be,” he replied, sweat glistening his brow.
“What seems to be the problem? Why are you wriggling?”
The pale skin flushed embarrassedly.
“I’m...” he looked down and Charles followed his gaze. Charles pinched the bridge of his nose to hide a hard swallow. “You’re much more attractive than I pictured,” he stammered.
“Um, thank you,” Charles replied as he tried to clam his pulse.
“Master?”
Charles looked up and almost fell backward at the proximity of the young boy.
“You can pretend I’m someone else,” he offered softly, his hand stroking him through his slacks. Charles’ eyes widened as he nuzzled the underside of his jaw.
“I can’t think of a name when you do that,” Charles moaned as he squeezed him.
“You could name me anything,” he replied. “Right now, you have a more important issue.”
“Please, not here,” he panted. The boy looked at him, cocking his head to the side.
“Where?” he asked.
Standing, Charles walked to the door hidden in the wall leading to his private apartment.
The boy followed him timidly, studying everything with undisguised curiosity.
“The bathroom is over here,” he motioned to a door on the left. The boy’s ears twitched.
“What about the bedroom?” he asked. Charles smoothed his hair, looking at everything but the willing and attractive creature before him.
“About your previous suggestion, I’m going to have to pass,” he sighed.
“Why?” the boy asked, eye wide and ears drooping dejectedly.
“You’re a minor. Not to mention the scandal it could arouse,” Charles explained.
"I am not a child," the boy declared. "I just turned nineteen two weeks ago. And as for the scandal, I'm a love pet. Practically invisible to the tabloids but popular among the wealthy. Nobody will look down on you for having me."
Charles blinked at the boy, surprised by his explanation and calm delivery.
"It's not that simple for me," Charles continued. The boy sat on the floor, waiting for elaboration.
"I can't just do what I want when I want. I don't have the time, and most of the time I don't have the energy."
The boy quirked an eyebrow and grinned.
"You find something I said amusing?"
"Yeah, if you had just relaxed and cut loose, we could have tried at least three positions in the time it took you to get that off your chest," he chuckled. Charles' cock twitched, but he ignored it—that is until the boy leaned his head against his knee.
"But, I'm glad you talked to me. I'll just earn your trust first."
"It'll be nice to have a companion," Charles admitted aloud, stroking the mop of monochrome hair. "I actually had a dog once. Would it be okay if I named you 'Ren'?"
"Sounds good to me," Ren purred with a grin.
***

It was past two when Charles climbed under the blankets on his single bed and closed his eyes. Ren crept out from under the bed and eyed him mischievously.

Careful not to make a sound, he slinked to the side of the bed and looked down at the sleeping Charles.
Suddenly, Charles’ eyes flew open and Ren found himself pinned to the mattress before he could squeak.
“Master’s a light sleeper,” he giggled nervously. Recognition dawned on Charles’ face, and with a groan he leaned his face against a pale shoulder.
“What do you think you’re... never mind, just go to sleep,” he grumbled, moving back up to the head of the bed.
Ren snuggled happily beside him and went to sleep.
***

Charles opened his eyes and sat up. Checking the clock, he groaned when he realized he woke up a full half hour late. Scrambling out of bed, he grabbed a quick shower and, upon stepping out, found a clean set of clothes laid out.

After putting on the suit, he walked out into the apartment and found a plate with a piece of toast with an egg on top sitting out with a cup of coffee.
“Mornin’.”
He looked up from the coffee as Ren finger-waved at him from the sofa.
“Thank you, I’m running a bit late.”
“I woke you up once, but you didn’t like that,” Ren shrugged before taking a sip of juice. “So I decided to set out stuff since I couldn’t figure out the alarm clock.”
“You made breakfast but couldn’t set an alarm?” Charles asked, taking a bite of the toast.
“I’m a scavenger, not a genius,” Ren sniffed.
***

Charles slid into bed around twelve and just laid there, staring at the ceiling. He was tired and annoyed with the boys; the tour schedule had had to be revised four times because they didn’t want to go to certain countries.

He heard something scuffling around under the bed. Peeking under the side, he came face to face with Ren. Very lightly, their lips brushed, and both of them turned away, startled. Charles chanced a glance at him, and was surprised to see his face flushed and black-tipped ears quivering. For a moment, he allowed himself to mentally admit it was kind of cute.
“Excuse me-” Ren stammered, scrambling up from the floor, but before he could leave, Charles grabbed his wrist.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked as wide eyes met his, flickering fear for the briefest of moments.
“Nothing,” Ren sighs, looking away. It was then that Charles noticed the welts on his pale neck.
“What happened here?” he asked, reaching out to touch them. Ren stiffened and tried to pull away. Charles jerked him forward and pinned him to the bed.
“Remember when I said you didn’t like me waking you up?” At Charles’ nod, he took a breath. “It wasn’t exactly the case. You woke me up. There are from where you bit me.”
Charles’ eyes widened.
“You realized what you were doing and threw me out,” he finished, his eyes looking to the side.
Releasing his arms, Charles pulled him into a hug.
“I’m sorry, do they hurt?” he asked, stroking his hair.
“No, it felt really good. I moaned and you woke up,” Ren replied shyly against his shirt.
“I thank you for your help this morning,” Charles offered.
Ren raised his head and stole a quick kiss before squirming out of his arms.
“You’re welcome,” he grinned before disappearing into the bathroom.
***

“But why haven’t you, ya know?” Nathan growled, obviously displeased that their gift had gone unenjoyed thus far.

“I appreciate the gesture, guys, I really do. But that subject isn’t relevant to this meeting,” Charles deflected.
“You knows, I ams not sures, but I tinks dey dies if you ams not fuckings,” Skwisgaar interjected, tabbing his guitar.
“Yeah, Moki ams always howling like she ams gonna die if I says nos to her,” Toki shared.
***

Charles checked under the bed and found a sprawled form. Grabbing the foot, he dragged Ren out. He hadn’t personally researched love pets, so he didn’t know if what they said held any stock or not.

The pale lids fluttered open and a lazy smile curved the soft lips.
“Hey,” Ren yawned.
Charles didn’t understand why he felt relieved, but he quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Ren leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips.
“What’s with the face?” Ren asked, head cocked to the side, eyes concerned.
“Do you die without sex?” Charles blurted out before he could stop himself.
“Well,” Ren began in the matter-of-fact voice Charles liked. “If a female love pet doesn’t orgasm during her heat, she suffers severe health problems. Most of which result in death.”
“But do you suffer?” Charles asked.
“No more than you do if you don’t get laid when you’re horny,” Ren provided with a shrug. “Is that why you dragged me out?”
Charles looked away, embarrassed. Ren kissed him again, only a little slower this time.
“You have some of the cutest expressions,” Ren smiled.
“Do I now?” Charles asked with an arched brow.
“Yeah, and I hope you’ll let me see more of them in the near future.”
Charles watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. Out of morbid curiosity, he followed him, leaning against the closed door to listen. He knew what he was doing, but was disbelieving that Ren was so easily aroused.
A soft muffled moan reached his ear, barely registering as a sound. The door shifted, allowing Charles a crack to peek through. His cock twitched at the sight. Ren stood in front of the toilet, his jeans around his knees. His ears were flat against his head and his tail flicked among the layers of denim as his left hand stroked his weeping member. His cries were muffled by his right sleeve.
Charles felt his own arousal straining within his slacks. Fighting the urge to touch himself, he continued to watch. Ren’s face flushed and his whole body quivered. Charles could tell he was close and felt the ache between his legs grow as Ren threw back his head, eyes closed tight, hot cum splashing over his hand into the toilet.
“Was that good for you?”
Charles stiffened as the soft gray eyes moved to the door.
“I heard the door creak, and you’re breathing louder than I am,” Ren grinned, closing his eyes.
Swallowing his pride, Charles pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom. Ren turned after pulling up his jeans. Charles felt his heart stop as gray eyes drifted down and his lips curved in a smirk.
“Well, when you tune in late...” Ren chuckled and moved closer to him, stopping just close enough for Charles to reach out and touch him if he wanted. But Charles ached for him to touch him first.
As if hearing his thoughts, Ren looked away, chuckling.
“How many times have I tried with you, only to have you reject me?” he sighed. “I will suffer if I have my dignity...”
Charles pulled him into his arms, kissing him hard to silence him. Ren kissed him back, almost hesitantly. A twinge of guilt stabbed Charles' conscience—guilt that he had repressed this boy that was so open and loving. His fear of a non-existent rejection had caused him to reject.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against the softly parted lips. "You've been nothing but patient and I've been stubborn."
Soft gray eyes, half-lidded, finally sunk closed as Ren closed the distance between their lips. Charles gasped against his lips as his hand snaked between them to touch him through his slacks.
"You finally gonna let me?" Ren purred against his lips.
"I want you to. I suspect I always did."
Charles moaned as Ren turned his attention to his neck, biting, licking and sucking his way down to his tie. Tugging the garment loose with his teeth, he led Charles back toward the bed.
Crawling backwards onto the mattress, Charles could only follow clumsily after kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket. Ren released the tie and tugged it slowly over his head.
At the gentle coaxing of his hands, Charles laid on his back and shivered as Ren leaned between his legs and nuzzled the bulge in his crotch.
"Please Ren," Charles panted, blushing furiously at how needy he sounded. "Are you teasing me?"
Ren straightened and unzipped his slacks, tugging them off along with his underwear. Charles exhaled sharply as the air hit his heated male flesh. Ren's hands slid up his tensed thighs as he leaned over to lick up the shaft. A quivering moan passed Charles' lips as Ren swirled his tongue around the head, darting his tongue into the slit.
As Charles started to fist his hands in the sheets, a hand rested on top of his as gray eyes met his when he looked down. Ren guided his hand to the back of his hand to fist in the gray and black locks.
Charles tightened his fingers and gasped harshly, bucking his hips as Rent's tight throat sheathed his throbbing cock.
"F-fuck," he moaned as Ren hummed, the vibrations causing shockwaves of pleasure to rocket up through his body. His fingers tightened in the streaked hair as Ren bobbed his head. "I'm gonna..."
He forced Ren back as hot cum shot in a stream, hitting the pale cheek. Mortified, Charles reached for a tissue as Ren absent-mindedly darted his tongue out of the corner of his mouth.
"Fuck, don't do that," he scolded, wiping Ren's cheek. Ren ducked around his hand and nuzzled his neck.
"Don't worry, it tasted good," Ren purred against his lower jaw. Charles blushed but wrapped his arms around the slender body against his. "I love you, Master."
"Call me Charles," he murmured against his hair.
***

Charles roused and glanced at the clock, surprised that it was a full hour till the alarm. He groped through the sheets, looking for Ren, but came up empty-handed.

"Ren?" he called softly. Something shifted under the bed and he glanced over the side of the mattress. Gray eyes that seemed to glow met his.
"Yeah?" he yawned, shifting halfway out and stretching.
"Why were you down there?" Charles asked as Ren climbed up to sprawl across his lap.
"Closed-in spaces help me sleep," he replied, stretching his neck to lean into Ofdenson's palm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had trouble."
Ren shifted up in a fluid, graceful motion to straddle his lap and lean his forehead against his.
"I don't have trouble, Charles," he chuckled. "I'm nocturnal, so I'm adjusting my sleep schedule to yours."
Charles slid his hands up his sides and pulled him closer. He felt touched that someone would make such adjustments for him. Ren's lips found his in a heated clash, his hands coming up to fist in his already sleep-mussed hair. His lips parted eagerly for him and Charles delved his tongue into the heat of his mouth. Ren moaned and darted his tongue against his.
Pulling away, Charles nibbled down his pale neck, relishing the tiny gasps and moans that whispered from bruised lips. He bit down hard and Ren cried out, his blunt nails digging into his shoulders.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked apologetically, the sound of Ren's cry making him ache to do it again.
"You surprised me," Ren quivered. "I don't think I'll forgive you if you stop."
Charles bit him again and moved to lay him on the bed. The chest beneath him rose and fell rapidly with a desperate attempt to breathe. He practically tore off the clothes barring him from the creamy skin. Ren chuckled and helped him remove his jeans. Charles dragged his lips down to Ren's chest where he tugged a pink nipple into his mouth. Ren arched and moaned as he sucked and licked it to a hard pert nub before lavishing attention on the other.
Raising up, he planted a quick kiss on Ren's flushed forehead.
"Is it okay if I..."
"Please, whatever you want," Ren pleaded, gray eyes passing visual fire to his. Charles kissed him roughly again before rummaging through the nightstand and returning with a bottle of lube.
His eyes widened at the sight before him, almost dropping the lube. Ren lay on his back, legs spread, looking the epitome of arousal. Crawling to him dumbly, he spread the lube on his fingers and slid his hand between the parted thighs. He nearly came as Ren threw back his head, panting open-mouthed and arching his hips.
"Charles, please," Ren whimpered, trailing off into a moan as his knuckle hit his prostate. Charles added a third finger, watching as Ren rocked his hips against his hand. He leaned up and captured his lips, thrusting his tongue in time with his fingers.
Finally satisfied with the preparation, he removed his hand and moved back to spread some lube on his aching member. Ren gasped as he slid between his parted thighs, moving his legs up over Charles' shoulders. The head moved past the quivering ring of muscle as Charles moaned, realizing he was trembling as much as the wanton teen beneath him.
"Are you alright?" he panted, his body wound so tight he could scream.
"Don't stop," Ren whimpered, writhing beneath him. "I want... I need..."
Charles captured his lips and buried himself balls-deep in one movement. Ren clenched convulsively around him as he plundered his mouth. The tight heat and sweet noises sent shocks of pleasure through Charles' body. He thrust shallowly, experimentally as Ren's ears twitched and his hands clenched the sheets.
"Charles," he cried, arching his hips. The stimulation broke his control and, grabbing the narrow hips, he pounded into him, desperate for release as the tattered remains of his restraint rained down. Their world and existence dwindled to the sensations, movement, barely registering the need to breathe.
Their bodies crashed together like waves as Charles dropped his walls. For once in his life, raw emotions saturated his movements, his moaning voice, his desperate hands clutching at the slender body, the only thing grounding him to reality.
Ren arched, nearly screaming as his prostate was mercilessly assaulted. He found himself overwhelmed by the aura of this previously untouchable man. A feeling of triumph washed over him as it occurred to him that others had given up seeking this side of Charles. His defenses had been solid, but Ren knew that he could want for nothing else.
"Charles, I'm gonna... please, together," he panted. A hand moved his hips and pumped his bobbing organ. Ren threw his head back as Charles stiffened against him. Liquid heat filled him as he spilled his own seed over the talented hand and his own clenched stomach. Charles leaned in, kissing him gently, then moved away. Gray eyes snapped open to see Charles lifting him from the bed.
"I love how you said my name," the manager murmured against a pointed ear.
Ren raised his face from the sweat-sticky shoulder and nipped his lower lip.
"You like that, huh?" Ren chuckled, working his way to the ear. "I loved it all, Charles."
Charles eased him to the floor and started the shower.
"C'mon, I'll wash your back," he grinned over his shoulder.
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