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"Not when you're alone," Jade confirms. "But if I'm here, I don't mind. I don't keep anything important out in the open anyway."

And the things that are important Shinjirou won't be able to understand anyway. He's not really concerned about the possibility that Shinjirou might pry. What could he do even if he finds something he shouldn't?

"And tea will be fine. Thank you."

To give Jade a bit more time before he barges in again to disturb his work, Shinjirou prepares a dessert. Just a small bowl of fruit salad, but he takes great care to make it look appealing and add a tender sweetness to it. Once he's done, he ensures that Irvin is busy with his own food before balancing the tray into Jade's room.

He doesn't leave immediately afterwards, but stays by Jade's side, practicing his look down and be good routine. "Are you going to be working all night?"

He's working at the computer when Shinjirou enters the study. The document on the screen is written in some foreign language; Jade doesn't bother to close it, although he does push his keyboard away to make some space. The salad looks good; he appreciates the thought.

The question he appreciates less, but there's nothing wrong with answering it, especially when Shinjirou is doing such a good job at behaving properly.

"Probably." He had been frowning slightly when Shinjirou first entered the room, but his expression smooths over as he speaks. "I might have another meeting tomorrow morning. Don't worry, it'll be outside the house. You don't have to come."

"Oh. Okay." So another free day, more or less. As free as they come, at least. Cleaning, taking care of Irvin, cooking. It sounds easy, as long as Irvin doesn't decide to get too close again. And now he's got a book, too.

"Then I'll go to bed now, I guess." He's already eaten while cooking, under the assumption that Jade won't mind when they're not eating together. "Unless you need me for anything else. Kitchen's clean."

"Remember to walk Irvin tomorrow. I'll leave the house key on the table." It'll probably be awhile yet before he stops wondering if Shinjirou will seize the opportunity to escape, but Jade is confident enough to risk it. "That will be all. Thank you."

Once he's sure that Shinjirou is sound asleep, he slips out of the house. Irvin watches him go, eyes bright and ears pricked curiously, but wisely doesn't make a sound.

He's still gone when morning comes along. Irvin is restless, prowling around the house and scratching at the door, but never strays too far from Shinjirou's side. He doesn't do anything, really - unless Shinjirou takes him out for a walk. When they're halfway through, Irvin jumps up, trying to knock Shinjirou to the ground.

Without Jade scaring him awake, he sleeps in. Irvin is the reason he wakes up at all. It isn't difficult to notice that Irvin seems to be nervous for some reason and Shinjirou tries his best to make him feel more at ease. It's kind of a problem when Irvin whines at him, following him around as he attempts to vacuum the living room or do the laundry.

He breaks his routine to take Irvin out, hoping that will help. His plan doesn't really work, seeing as he ends up on the ground at some point. Palms scratched open from the impact, burning with pain, he sits up slowly, groaning. He could have easily hit the concrete face first, he realizes. Something is wrong -- this isn't the same behavior Irvin showed then either. Maybe the dog's missing his owner? Shinjirou can't come up with a better explanation and frowns at him.

"Shit, Irvin. What's wrong with you?"

Irvin seems a little more reassured with Shinjirou closer to the ground - or closer to him, more likely. He jumps up, licking at Shinjirou's face, pleased and friendly once again, even as he lets out a quiet whine at the frustration in Shinjirou's voice.

But his front paws are pressing down on Shinjirou's knees. It looks as though he has no intention of letting Shinjirou stand back up.

"Come on, calm down." Though he feels awkward doing so, he rubs Irvin's back, hugging the dog. It's the first time since he let Irvin mount him and a dark heaviness sinks into his stomach when he realizes that he still enjoys cuddling Irvin. The warmth, a heart beat below the thick fur and knowing that Irvin likes him -- he should shove him away, that'd be normal.

"We need to get back home. Don't want to disappoint Jade, right?" His voice is soft and quiet, even as he tries to get Irvin off his legs. "Be a good boy, Irvin."

It only seems to encourage Irvin. His tongue darts out to lick Shinjirou's face again, rubbing happily against him, stubbornly settling his weight down onto Shinjirou. He's a dog; he's oblivious to the way they're being stared at by passerbys, the quiet murmurings and reproving frowns.

It hurts to be rough with Irvin, but he can't allow this behavior. Especially not in public. Shoving Irvin off -- which requires his entire strength and even then, it's difficult -- he scrambles back to his feet. He tugs at the leash, voice firm. "Irvin. No."

Whatever it is that has Irvin in such an odd mood doesn't matter. They need to get home. All the eyes set on them make his stomach turn. He doesn't like attention, whether it's negative or positive. And this one is definitely negative attention.

Unfortunately, Irvin isn't exactly a chihuahua that can be carried around and trying to get them back home is like pulling teeth. It's definitely the most exhausting job he's had so far.

Irvin only grows more agitated when they're back inside the house, the door slammed shut and trapped by four walls. He shakes himself violently, as if drying off after a bath. He's barely settled when, without warning, he lunges at Shinjirou again, his powerful muscles corded as he tries to wrestle Shinjirou back to the ground.

Irvin hasn't even given him enough time to undress which is really bad. With only his upper body bare, he fears for the well-being of his pants. He doesn't want to ruin the clothes Jade gave him and seeing Irvin's fangs and claws, that looks like it's a definite possibility if he doesn't grant Irvin's wish to get down.

Cooing at Irvin, he willingly kneels down. Still, Irvin tries to speed things up. Once he's on the floor, he runs a hand through Irvin's fur. "What, horny again?" Shinjirou clearly remembers promising Jade that he'll let Irvin mount him again if the dog needs it. Jade's not here ... on the other hand, he feels like Jade would be able to tell that he broke the promise anyway.

Swallowing hard, he fumbles for the dog's cock. "Is it that, hm?"

Irvin's cock is poking out of its sheath, deep red against the tans and creams of his fur. A low noise rumbles through his chest as Shinjirou's hand closes around the cock, but he doesn't entirely settle down. He licks Shinjirou on the cheek again, quick and tense, his ears pinned back and tail lowered.

At least he's stopped trying to push Shinjirou onto all fours.

"Did they train you to be like this?" Dogs have humped his legs before, but Irvin's intent is clear and he knows how to get to the point where it's possible to actually mount a person. Someone must have taught him.

Running one hand over Irvin's back, he presses a kiss onto his forehead. "If you really need me again, then ..." This time it's more difficult to swallow down his pride, perhaps because there's only him and Irvin, and this isn't a show. Releasing the dog's cock, Shinjirou moves onto all fours. Though just in case he's gotten it wrong, he doesn't turn around for Irvin to just jump him.

"Shit ... what am I doing here." Closing his eyes for a moment, he waits in silence.

Shinjirou hadn't read him wrong. Irvin's tail wags slightly when he's stroked and kissed, then harder when Shinjirou drops into position of his own accord. He's still not entirely settled; his fur bristles and his muscles are tense with barely-restrained energy, but he seems calmer now that he has a familiar routine to dedicate himself to.

His claws click against the wooden flooring as he pads to stand behind Shinjirou. This time, there's no show of dominance, no proprietorial behaviour. A low growl is the only warning Shinjirou gets before Irvin mounts him, rutting forward as soon as he has a firm hold.

Shaking his head at himself, he reaches down with one hand to guide Irvin again. It's different in more than one way and, oddly, there's also less pain. Yes, it burns when he lets Irvin enter him and quickly pounds him open, but his thoughts are clouded with quiet acceptance, his body more relaxed than last time.

Now he only wishes it wouldn't make his own cock stir between his legs. Both hands back on the floor for support, which is desperately needed considering Irvin's strength, he allows his mind to clear. What he hears -- his own harsh breath mixed with Irvin's, the sound of Irvin slapping his cock into him -- and feels -- the constant sting of stretching and the way his knees dig into the hard floor.

It should be impossible, but Irvin is even rougher than he was last time, his thrusts quick and deep as he forces Shinjirou's body to accept his swelling cock. His claws dig into Shinjirou's skin, right over the old marks.

Long minutes pass. Suddenly, the phone begins to ring, just as Irvin drives into Shinjirou one last time, his come shooting into him in messy bursts.

At first, the strength of Irvin's thrusts knocks the air out of his lungs and he struggles to find a rhythm in his movements. Over time, he learns to take deep, controlled breaths and to let his body be swayed by Irvin's weight pushing him forward. The constant friction, the harsh stretch of his muscles -- he leaks pre-come the moment he feels Irvin's knot begin to form, his own cock pressed flat against his stomach.

His toes and fingers curl, body so tense his feet rise off the floor, when wet heat suddenly fills him. It's disgusting how quick he reacts to it, his walls contracting around Irvin as if the knot wasn't enough to keep them tied together. His head falls back, eyes closed as he stains both his chest and the floor with come. There's no time to get to terms with the fact that a dog mated with him so successfully that he had an orgasm: the phone seems to be screaming into his ears, breaking the misty state of his mind.

"Fuck, no." Is he even allowed to take calls? He glances up, trying to see if the display shows the name of the caller or at least their number. Irvin's heavy where he rests on his back. How is he supposed to get to the phone like this, with a dog bearing down on him, a knot tying them together? Though if it's Jade, he'll have to respond, and would, without hesitation.

It is Jade, but Irvin isn't about to make it easy for him to answer. He's resting his whole weight onto Shinjirou's back now, snapping angrily at him when he tries to move. His hips are still moving, despite the thick knot that stretches Shinjirou past his limits. Animal instincts can't be denied, and as far as Irvin is concerned, Shinjirou is his; his to fuck, his to impregnate. And the best way to do that is to push his come as deeply inside as possible.

"Irvin, please." There's sharp teeth right beside his face. He's intimately aware of the danger Irvin poses, he's been bitten by a dog before, though he doesn't hold it against the animal. Shivering, he tries to nuzzle Irvin, to calm him down. Get him to at least stop thrusting. With his arousal ebbing away slowly, it only burns worse.

The phone crashes onto the floor eventually and he flinches, afraid for a second that he broke it. But no, it still works. Squeezing his eyes shut, he croaks out a yes? and bites back an embarrassed sob.

Jade had been growing concerned as the seconds ticked by and Shinjirou still hadn't picked up the phone. He had been about to give up when the phone is finally picked up.

"Is everyth- " But there's nobody on the other side, just a rush of static and a long, harsh clatter. Just what is going on? "Shinjirou?"

Yes, comes the reply, but Jade's frown only deepens. Something's wrong.

"You sound hoarse," he comments, neutral as always. "Are you ill?"

Hearing Irvin growl right into his ear makes him hesitate. He can't have Irvin go into a frenzy while they're still tied together. His body wouldn't be able to take that without leading to some sort of injury. Reaching up, he tries to scratch Irvin behind his ears, calm him down at least somewhat.

"Sorry," he finally whispers when he feels confident Irvin won't bite his hand off for talking to Jade. "I'm fine."

Jade probably wants to know more than just that, but the words get stuck in his throat. Irvin's hips are still moving, shallowly snapping into him, and his muscles burn where they stretch around the intrusion. Closing his eyes, he forces the words to roll off his tongue: "Irvin mounted me again. The knot's not loosening yet."

Irvin's growl is loud enough to be heard over the phone. He's normally a well-behaved dog; Jade's suspicions rise, only for Shinjirou to confirm them scant seconds later.

Ah. This could be problematic.

"It's alright," he says aloud, though it's anything but. "I'm on my way home. I apologize for the short notice, but I have a guest with me. We should be arriving in a few minutes. Just stay where you are, and don't do anything rash."

The last thing he needs is for Shinjirou to hurt himself. He has enough problems without adding to them. His associate is already glancing at him, a silent question on his face. Jade shakes his head slightly.

A guest. Fuck. If he's really lucky, he at least won't be tied to Irvin any longer when Jade and the guest arrive, but he's not betting on it. He drops his head in utter defeat and accepts Irvin licking at his face with a quiet grumble.

"Sure. Not going to move an inch. And Jade?" He hesitates for a moment. Orders or suggestions, it's not something he's supposed to voice. Considering Irvin's foul mood, he feels like he can make an exception. "Don't ... don't do anything that'd upset Irvin? He's really weird today."

And as long as he can't get away, Shinjirou really doesn't want the dog to start a fight with anyone.

Weird? He wants to know more, but he's wary of saying too much in front of his associate.

"I'll try. See you in a few minutes."

He hangs up. Now comes the difficult part: deciding what he should say, and how much. In the end, he decides to just say his slave had been up to something unexpected and hope that Shinjirou had managed to free himself by the time they get there.

So perhaps he deserves it when his associate takes one look at Shinjirou, then snarls, "What the fuck, Curtiss."

"Jade," he corrects, eyes narrowed, but the damage had been done. He doesn't give Shinjirou any time to think about it. Mindful of his earlier warning, Jade keeps some distance between them as he crouches down so they're eye-to-eye. This close, he can't hide the faint smell of smoke and burning that clings to his clothes, but he trusts Shinjirou has other things on his mind.

"My my, you've gotten yourself into quite a mess." A pause, and he adds, "It's alright, you can talk."