House Cat [temporarily complete]

c.h.a.p.t.e.r t.e.n


It was difficult not to be impressed - he\'d been awed by Master\'s speed and grace in the back of his mind during the real attack, but to see it in a safe environment, free from other distractions allowed him to truly appreciate how skilled both Eiji and Kiba were. Ever since the gasp had been stifled his expression remained almost impassive however, still laced with some dark emotion that wouldn\'t quite leave him even as he focused completely upon Kiba\'s lesson and navigating the treacherous path through his demands without failing again and incurring his wrath. \"........\"

Eiji was only wearing pants, the same as Kiba, and he reached down to his waist with his free hand, his gaze remaining locked on Kiba and Kiba\'s golden eyes staring back into Master\'s firmly. Neither of them had any emotion but readiness and their permanent frowns on their faces as Eiji unzipped his pants and then reached down to Kiba\'s, pulling them down from the dark hips easily, tugging them off as the wolf let him.

There was a moment of struggle; Kiba\'s arms flexed and the wolf made a short growl, finishing in a yip as Eiji\'s fist slammed against his chest in the direct center, knocking the wind out of him as his legs were parted roughly, his hips were lifted into the air and Master thrust hard into him, causing a second breathless noise from the servant.

For a moment Isiel just stared and wondered if when Kiba knocked him to the ground he\'d inadvertently bumped his head and was hallucinating. Shaking his head slightly he bit back faintly disgusted sound and turned his back on them, stopping just short of leaving the room altogether as Kiba would no doubt punish him for abandoning their lesson before he gave the command.

\"Stay put and watch!\" Kiba snarled. \"You think he\'s doing this for fun?! You\'re to learn from everything I do in your presence, and even more so from everything your Master does in your presence! How dare you turn your back to either of us!\" His lecture was cut off with a restrained snarl of pain that didn\'t make it past his throat as Eiji began to seriously ram into his unprepared body. \"He has far better things he could occupy his time with than fucking me or playing around with knives, you little bastard, so you watch and you learn and you think about what we\'re teaching you at every second of every day and night!\"

Isiel\'s hands curled into fists and his claws dug into his palms, leaving angry red marks as he turned back and sat down heavily, watching them with a plainly disgusted look upon his face that barely waned as the seconds passed regardless of what punishment it might earn him. Eiji knew he understood this from personal experience and no matter what it could teach him he felt sick having to sit there and study them and let all those memories return accompanied by the fresh, unwanted ones this would provide.

Pain quickly turned to pleasure as his own blood made for being taken easily, and Eiji rammed deeper inside of him-- Kiba\'s legs lifted as the muscles in them and his stomach tightened and he growled in a low rumble. \"Rrrrrrrrgh.... rrrgggggghhhh.... Masssterrrr,\" he hissed out through clenched teeth, lifting his head back and exposing his throat, his arms tightening further in resistance of the hand holding his wrists pinned.

This was something new.

Kiba was entirely shocked, and couldn\'t hide it or his pleasure. Since when had Eiji switched to knowing how to pleasure a man so easily that it came to him while he was merely giving a rough fuck? This had been intended to teach Isiel his place as a lowly creature, not to show how Eiji could or couldn\'t fuck.

Strike one more on the wall of effects Oriel had caused in Eiji ever since the brothers had switched roles and Oriel had become the dominant presence in Eiji\'s life instead of Kiba. Master never fucked for pleasure when he was with Kiba; anybody he was with was getting fucked as punishment, training or because Eiji had to and not a reason more. Kiba gasped sharply and couldn\'t hold back the surprised and pleased moan bleeding from his lips as he closed his eyes tight, unable to look into Eiji\'s face as the boy he\'d raised actually caused him to make these noises for the first time in his life. \"Aaaaah; nnnh, he gets it... Master, he understands,\" Kiba hissed pleadingly, a request for this to stop before he was made a fool of.

But Eiji didn\'t stop; he in fact began to slam harder into the wolf, and Kiba\'s cheeks burnt scarlet with both shame and pleasure as he actually became hard, and little whines of pleasure sounded in the room. \"Aaa-aa-aaah! I... Its... good...\" he shuddered, as that place inside him was struck over and over and over, his body jerking violently with each strike to his prostate. \"Maaa...Master!\" he cried out loudly, arching his back as his seed shot across his stomach in hot little spurts. Kiba was truly stunned and lost; he was shamed for his pleasure, shamed for crying out for his Master, shamed for being pleasured in front of his ward.

Yet it had been done; Master had given him pleasure for the first time in his life.

Eiji drew out of the wolf without finishing himself, zipping up his pants and fastening them before standing, releasing Kiba and tossing his braid over his shoulder. Glaring back at Isiel, Master said once, darkly, \"His word is law. I will not see you until he approves of your strength and skill. If you do not meet his standards, I will never look at you again.\"

Isiel blinked, looking almost as stunned as Kiba seemingly felt by the little show he\'d been witness to. His foul expression had faded completely under the weight of his surprise and a grim fascination with the idea that maybe Kiba wasn\'t as in control as he thought he was when it came to Eiji. His master\'s words and the equally abrupt ending the their little performance stunned him out of any ponderings and he looked up at Eiji blankly, pushing his jumbled up feelings, equal parts frustration and confusion down at far as he could so that he merely seemed to unconditionally accept that was what his future held.

Kiba lay trembling on the floor for a few moments, panting heavily with his legs still open and his cock resting, throbbing on his belly.

Alright. So he had to admit, he hadn\'t been able to teach Eiji everything growing up; Oriel had mastered showing Eiji how to do the useless things that had nothing to do with training. Oriel knew how to bake cakes and what nutmeg tasted like and how to soften a man into fucking him till he cums. Fine, the wolf admitted grudgingly.

Finally he managed to get up, and he pulled his pants off the floor, tying them at his waist once more and getting to a slight stand, resting his weight on one foot for a few seconds before gathering the mental will to push the pain out of his thoughts and stand properly as he looked down at Isiel. \"That,\" he said, still slightly breathless, \"Or that to a lesser extent is what you may be submitted to in order to close a deal with a stubborn client. That is what you will take without a sound if possible; that is what you\'ll learn not to be hurt by. The only time fucking matters is when you\'re with your mate or your partner. Any other time is meaningless. If you think Master is giving this a second thought or ever will again in his life you\'re wrong. I am not Oriel and therefore he does not care what he was just doing.\"

Isiel gazed back up at Kiba, feeling laughter bubbling up almost hysterically inside him, but again he held it back and just shrugged retaining what usefulness he could from Kiba\'s speech about learning to accept that all other encounters would be meaningless - not that he expected there would be any meaningful ones in the months and years to come either. \"I\'ve been raped before I know how it works.\" He exclaimed without shame and returned to looking at the ground before his feet.

The wolf shook his head. \"No, you don\'t seem to get it,\" he said frankly. \"When it\'s with your Master, it’s usually a service being provided. Though in your case, I\'d wager that not to be what\'s going on. He doesn\'t fuck around with his slaves; once and that\'s it. If it\'s more than once then you\'re not doing him a service, and he\'s not punishing you, I guarantee it.\" He cricked his neck and shoulders, trying to loosen up once more as he spoke. \"If it\'s with a business partner, then it\'s a deal-- an exchange. You\'ll be getting something back because of it. If anybody actually rapes you, you\'re to let Master or me know. And you\'re definitely not supposed to be with the servants, as I said.\"

He crackled his knuckles, took a deep breath, and was back to being Kiba again once he\'d wiped himself off with one of the towels and thrown it on the floor. \"I know you came from a shitty place. Your life here isn\'t going to be like that; you have to understand this. There are only four occasions upon which you\'ll be fucking; Master taking you, making a deal with a business partner, fucking with your mate if you ever choose one, or fucking me as I teach you how to dominate later on.\"

Isiel wrinkled his nose as he tried to imagine a situation, let alone a sexual one where he could possibly be anything but under Kiba\'s thumb and came up completely blank - the very idea mystified and disturbed him so much that he only belatedly considered the rest of the wolf\'s words. It seemed Master wished nothing more to do with him until he was deemed up to a good enough standard so he expected little threat from him and making deals with whoever or whatever Master dealt with seemed to be a given, but the other option made him smile as if he didn\'t even believe Kiba even though he said nothing more.

Kiba narrowed his eyes. Little fucker didn\'t believe him, then? That wasn\'t going to fly. He needed Isiel\'s trust, respect and understanding whether by force or not.

\"Drop your loincloth,\" he said firmly, placing his hands on his own hips.

Wondering quite what he\'d done now Isiel sighed very softly and untied the loincloth, dropping it as Kiba had commanded without question.

\"Touch yourself until you\'re hard,\" the wolf continued, while turning his back to the boy.

Although he took no joy in the task Isiel did as he was told, biting his lip to keep from making even the slightest sound beyond his slightly altered breathing as he stroked himself, drawing upon memories of happier times to find some arousal as he blocked out the present.

Kiba wanted to growl, but all he had to do was what he used to do when he was young; remind himself that this was nothing, it didn\'t matter, and his pride be damned.

He got down on all fours and unfastened his pants once more, pushing them down to his knees and lifting his tail up as he looked over his shoulder at Isiel. \"Next step isn\'t hard to figure out,\" he said flatly. \"Fuck me.\"

Isiel visibly hesitated, clearly unsure if this was a test he\'d fail by not fucking Kiba or by fucking him or maybe even either way. After all it felt un-natural to be in a position of power over anyone or anything especially considering how utterly hemmed in the last few hours had made him feel. Silently he vowed to remain calm regardless of what punishment he warranted and knelt down, offering nothing more than the most clinical of contact as he dug up those bitter recollections from the past for some kind of morbid reference guide.

Snorting, Kiba turned his head away once more and waited.

I\'ll have to get used to this, too. It\'s going to take a lot of this to teach him properly. Is he waiting for step-by-step instructions?

\"I loathe repeating myself,\" Kiba growled.

Isiel got one syllable through telling Kiba to \'shut up\' and just gave up, not knowing anything aside from being taken roughly and without preparation he just braced his hands upon Kiba\'s hips and echoed his Master\'s earlier actions, without skill or emotion as he hoped Kiba would remain quiet for more than five seconds between instances of making him feel completely useless and giving him cryptic instructions that somehow he was supposed to understand as if he were a neko of superior age and experience either that or one who was psychic. The strange sensation of taking another gave him no pleasure even if his body said otherwise.

Clenching his teeth tighter, he stared ahead at the broken glass on the floor as the boy entered him.

Isiel had nothing on Eiji\'s size, so the wolf barely even felt discomfort as he was entered; only annoyance that it was so reluctant. This wasn\'t a usual step in his training methods; normally he\'d wait before allowing his ward to take him. However, Isiel was missing something his other wards had never lacked; confidence.

When the thrusting began, he merely let his mind drift off, and it allowed him some time to think over why Eiji would fuck him like that when he obviously knew the difference between simply taking and pleasing.

Isiel knew he could never have the same effect Eiji had upon Kiba and even though his actions became more assured as he found out what pace relieved himself he couldn\'t make himself enjoy the experience as he knew Kiba was surely not - if it even registered with him at all and took it merely as another lesson - albeit one which ended rather abruptly once he found himself worn out, his still weak body unable to take putting all the effort into fucking Kiba for nothing more than a limp, disinterested body in return.

His breathing had started to come in faster little pants, and Kiba\'s eyes snapped open as the boy\'s little thrusts became quick and harder for just a moment. Shouldn\'t have chosen this position...

Then the boy decided to make things worse-- he slowed his pace and began to draw almost all the way out before sliding back in, and Kiba shuddered, panting. Fuck! Eiji left me sensitive...! Another shudder ran down him as his tail lifted higher and he pushed back some at the slow thrusts into him, trying to get the boy deeper inside and squeezing his eyes shut as slight color rose in his cheeks once more.

Well. I\'m wet; I might as well go swimming. \"Harder,\" the wolf rasped out, as he clenched his fists against the mat and tightened himself around the boy.

Isiel was jolted out of his wallowing as he felt Kiba pressing back against him and a sudden pressure upon his cock that made it throb and wrenched a stifled whimper from his lips. Renewed by the command as he had been told after all to follow Kiba\'s orders without question or hesitation he withdrew almost completely and slammed back into him, forcing himself to maintain a pace that made his hips ache if only to relieve himself and maybe quiet Kiba for a while - he couldn\'t believe his reactions were true, but chose to put aside wondering what motivated them until they were done.

\"Better,\" Kiba growled, letting his head drop as he continued to move in time with the boy. His eyes closed once more as he tightened around the cock thrusting into him each time it withdrew, and for just a few brief moments he allowed himself to believe it was Eiji behind him, holding onto his hips and taking him in this position.

A short growl of pleasure escaped him once more as he spread his legs further and arched his back, lowering his face and chest to the mats and digging his claws into them. \"Nnn! Good!\" he hissed, as the boy managed to strike the same spot Eiji had.

Isiel was momentarily distracted by the weird sound of Kiba telling him he was doing something right and strove to emulate exactly the same angle and force of penetration even as he held back with admirable willpower for a teenager and only began to tremble ever so slightly even though he longed for release Kiba\'s reactions were too fascinating to cut short.

\"Nnn... harder, fuck-- harder!\" he hissed. \"I won\'t break!\" The angle was right, and he managed to have that same spot struck a second time, but it wasn’t enough; Kiba wasn\'t feeling complete without the roughness, the digging of fingers looking to bruise, the ram of his body into the floor.

Despite his diminutive size Isiel took Kiba\'s words to heart and threw his concern for punishment aside, taking advantage of Kiba\'s submissive position to drape himself over the wolf\'s back, pushing him down as his claws stopped just shy of piercing his dampened skin where they held on tightly and he realized that maybe he was capable of getting something right as he pounded into Kiba with something that could be mistaken for enthusiasm.

The wolf sighed internally while growing louder. Of course this was the one thing the stupid kid listened to him about. He reached between his legs, not having to worry about offending the one he was with, and began to stroke his rigid cock quickly, so close to release.

A short yip escaped him as the boy\'s claws pierced skin while he struck that spot once more, and Kiba shuddered once more as he came a second time, tightening viciously around the boy as his hips bucked forward and he pushed out every last droplet of seed. \"Rrrrgh!\" he hissed viciously against the mats, \"Finally we find something you\'re good at!\"

Isiel made a muffled little yelpy sound, more becoming a surprised kitten than one who was having a powerful, yet brief orgasm forcefully drawn out of him. Half-hearing Kiba\'s exclamation as he came Isiel felt some bizarre sense of pride and as he crumpled backwards, ending up sat with his legs spread, shaking and blinking he actually managed a ghost of a smile.

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