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"Good boy," he says, once Shinjirou had quieted down and resigned himself to his fate. His own cock is still hard, as hard as Shinjirou's, the urgent throb of blood demanding his attention. Nothing, not even his disgust at himself, is enough to flag his arousal.

But he has to set an example. Jade allows his attention to wander, going from the dog and his bitch - because that's all Shinjirou is now - to the clock, then back to the television. The same reporter is still speaking, but now that the scene in front of him is over, Jade is able to focus on the voice again. It's an incomprehensible buzz at first, but as he comes down from his high, the quiet drone resolves itself into words. A chance of rain tomorrow; he makes a note to bring an umbrella.

And - ah yes. "Don't lose focus," he warns Shinjirou. "Even if Irvin is finished with mating you, you still need to be ready to attend to him."

His hopes aren't very high that the praise is meant for him, but with Irvin still stretching him out, he has other things to worry about than whether he's done a good job. One that isn't even really over yet, as Jade informs him.

He looks up slowly, facing Jade with silent disbelief. Holding himself up like this is too much. How is he supposed to take care of Irvin once they can finally separate? He'd like to take a shower, take care of his own arousal. Perhaps curl up on his futon and let it sink in what he's done.

There'll be a way, he'll figure something out.

"Yes," he says, eventually, and lowers his eyes again.

He tries to focus on the television, but it's difficult when every little movement from Irvin draws his attention. Eventually, though, he learns to ignore it, and his aching cock as well. By the time Irvin finally starts to ease himself free, Jade's arousal had mostly faded.

Irvin whines in dissatisfaction as his come leaks out of Shinjirou now that there's nothing to block the pull of gravity. Fur bristling, he trots around Shinjirou again, much like he had done earlier. Only this time, he stops midway through and starts to raise a leg, ready to mark Shinjirou as his.

Jade quickly intervenes. "Irvin, no." He says sharply, and the dog pauses, then lowers his leg. Shaking his fur loose, he continues to circle Shinjirou, often lowering his head to sniff at Shinjirou's stomach. "Good. Shinjirou..."

He stops. He had been about to order Shinjirou to stay where he was, but he doesn't want to give too much instruction. Shinjirou will have to learn to think for himself in this type of situation eventually.

"Nevermind. As you were."

Surprisingly it hurts worse when Irvin pops out of him than when the dog had forced his cock inside. Feeling the stretched-out opening twitch, he closes his eyes. With Irvin's weight no longer bearing down on him, it's gotten far easier to stay in the same position, so at least there's that. Still, he wishes he could hide in the shower. Irvin's seed runs out of him, down his perineum, his thighs.

Voice weak, he pushes his face into Irvin's fur when the dog licks at his throat once. "It's fine, Irvin, I'm fine. Well done." Jade's there, watching, listening. He tries to ignore that fact, doesn't face him -- but he's feeling hot and even if Jade may not be able to see the tips of his ears or cheeks glow bright red, the rest of his body and his wavering voice must tell him everything he needs to know.

Irvin is happy to nuzzle against Shinjirou for a few moments, but eventually, he pulls away again. It takes another few rounds of inspection before he's finally satisfied. With a pleased noise, he drops to his belly, curling up contentedly next to Shinjirou.

It's only then that Jade makes his way over. Irvin's ear twitches at his approach, and he raises his head slightly, but that was the extent of his reaction.

Slowly, Jade sinks to his knees behind Shinjirou, right where Irvin had been before. He forces himself to breathe, slow and steady, as he watches the way Irvin's come continues to drip out. The pale streaks only accentuates the redness of Shinjirou's hole is, gaping and inflamed from the rough mating.

Desire surges in Jade again, quicker than he thought possible, and his hot breath puffs against the exposed entrance. It only strengthens his disgust with himself. This exercise had been for Shinjirou, to force him to realize that he'd splay himself open for anyone and anything; Jade hadn't meant to get off on it as well.

He pushes his guilt away. Business first. He needs to see how his charge is doing.

"It's a shame all this went to waste," he muses, running his fingers along Shinjirou's thigh. When he pulls away, Irvin's sticky come coats his fingers, strands of it still clinging to Shinjirou's thigh.

Irvin may no longer bother him, but the way Jade examines him makes him feel even less like a human and more like an animal. Shinjirou can only imagine what he looks like down there. It doesn't feel very pretty and Jade's words certainly don't make him feel any better about it.

"I'm sorry."

He tries not to move into the touch, still desperate for relief, but his body reacts with a slight shiver anyway. Every inch of skin is too sensitive to any kind of contact; Jade's breath is enough to make him whine, his body trying to grasp for something to find itself completely empty, pushing more of Irvin's seed out.

"I'll make up for it ... somehow."

"No need." The mess should be disgusting; he should be thinking about how to clean it up. Instead, he finds himself wondering how much more of it is still inside Shinjirou. "It wasn't your fault."

He touches Shinjirou again, his palm sliding against the feverishly hot skin this time. Irvin's come is still hot in his hand, kept warm by the heat of Shinjirou's body. Careful not to let any drip onto the floor, Jade slowly reaches forward, then wraps his hand loosely around Shinjirou's cock.

"Let me take care of this, then you can clean up and go to bed." Shinjirou is, surprisingly, still hard after all that time spent struggling to hold himself up - it comes with being a teenager, Jade supposes. At any rate, this is the only way he can think of to reward Shinjirou while still keeping to their current roles: that of a master and his animal. Like this, he's simply taking care of a pet after it met with a mishap, or perhaps he's milking cattle. The details don't really matter. As long as he can dehumanize Shinjirou and turn him against himself, he would have succeeded.

It's true. Acting like a bitch doesn't change him into one, no matter how urgently Irvin wanted to mate with him. He's made a mess -- again -- and that's definitely his fault. Jade's hand distracts him from these worries, though it's not necessarily a positive thing.

It's painful. He's been hard for too long and his instincts battle between thrusting into Jade's hand and scuttling away to curl up somewhere. The latter isn't really an option. After all of what's happened today, he doesn't want to start disobeying now. He can do this. And he knows he'll feel better once the pressure is gone.

"Yes ... thank you."

"You don't sound very sure about that," he observes, more playful than anything. Jade starts off slow, his moving his hand in long tugs, getting used to the feel of having a cock in his hand again. "Would you rather have Irvin on you again?"

At the sound of his name, the dog looks up muzzily, half-asleep.

"No." Breathing calmly, listening to himself inhale and exhale, helps to keep the pain at bay and thankfully, Jade isn't squeezing his cock nor trying to get this over with quickly. A pleasant tickle runs down his spine. "I don't think I would be able to satisfy Irvin properly."

He glances at Irvin then, the dog tilting his head and barking at him. Irvin looks perfectly innocent like this. A good, loyal pet. Gasping for air, Shinjirou closes his eyes. "And ... and I think he's tired."

Shinjirou seems to appreciate the slow pace, so Jade continues to take his time, focusing his attention on the sensitive underside of his cock. He smooths the palm of his hand along the thick length. Irvin's come is viscous and sticky between them; Jade makes sure Shinjirou can feel every bit of it, another proprietary mark inscribed onto his skin.

"Ah well. At least you satisfied him properly once." Jade had been matching his breathing with Shinjirou, but the sudden gasp throws him off. He must be ready for more stimulation. Slowly, Jade increases his pace, until his hand is moving in brisk, businesslike movements. "Perhaps he'd like to have you again tomorrow. Though I hear one mating is generally sufficient for dogs."

"If he wants me again, I'll be there." He's done it once now, there's no going back and he doesn't see how it could get worse. Looking down, he can see Jade's hand move, but also the thick come smear all over his skin. Muscles clenching automatically, a fresh spurt of pre-come drips from his cock. He's close.

"I'll be there for anyone." It's a dangerous thing to say, but at the moment it doesn't leave a sour taste in his mouth. With a groan and a sharp thrust forward, he comes. Head of his cock pushing into Jade's palm, he spills more onto Jade's hand than onto the ground.

That took less time than he thought. Jade strokes him through the orgasm, palm pushing back against the head of Shinjirou's cock and allowing him to rut into it for as long as necessary. Shinjirou's cock twitches wildly in Jade's hand, come spattering hot and thick everywhere, dripping between his fingers and down his wrist. Jade fights down the urge to clean his hand, instead gripping the head of Shinjirou's cock and squeezing lightly, milking the last few drops.

Only then does he let go, wiping his hand on Shinjirou's back with a seemingly careless gesture. In reality, he's carefully avoiding the cuts from yesterday.

"I'll consider that a promise." He finally replies, minutes after Shinjirou had spoken. Wiping his hand one last time, he stands, overcome by a sudden, very urgent desire to be alone.

"I'm going to shower. You can have your turn once you've finished taking care of your mess."

At last, he stops moving -- shuddering when Jade uses him as nothing more than a towel. He doesn't understand. Jade could have told him not to come and he would have accepted the order. But Jade has even helped him come, only to treat him like this afterwards.

Slowly he sits up, hugging himself. "Yes." He wants to take a shower right now, he doesn't want to clean the floor, and he doesn't understand why it needs to be this way around. But he doesn't question it. Maybe that's a good thing, maybe it means he's learning. He can accept what Jade asks of him. In the end, what Shinjirou wants is to follow. What he knows very well is, after all, that his own decisions are rarely good.

"Thank you." His movements are sluggish, but he pushes himself up to his feet successfully. Gravity drags Irvin's seed down his legs, a very strong reminder of what has recently happened here. He'll need to ignore that in favor of cleaning up and it seems like a good idea to get to work right away.

Shinjirou seems dissatisfied despite his words of gratitude, but there's no helping it. Jade isn't in the mood to tease him for it, and he's certainly not in the mood to correct him.

But he supposes that he can make some allowances. Leaving immediately afterwards is cruel, isn't it, with the way Shinjirou gets so needy after sex.

"Wait." He can't bring himself to be kind and caring, not when he wants time alone, so practicality will have to do. "Go wipe yourself off first. Otherwise, you'll just be dirtying the floor while you clean."

Jade wants to look away - at the television, at the door, anywhere but the come that continues to trickle steadily out of Shinjirou. But he forces his eyes to stay trained on him. This is his doing, and Jade has never been one to turn away from the consequences of his actions.

"Huh? Uhm, yeah. Sorry." As if it would help anything, he reaches behind himself to try and block the view. Naturally, it doesn't work when the stuff keeps traveling lower. If he weren't so open, it wouldn't be like this ... but then having his body hold on to a dog's come sounds far more awful than having it all over his legs.

Walking off towards the bathroom, he makes sure he isn't dribbling on the floor. This isn't the right time to work slowly and so he takes a washcloth to the sink, rubbing the come off his thighs, back and cock, and finally his ass. There he flinches; the skin's irritated. It burns, badly, but hurrying only hurts worse. He doesn't have another option, though. Clenching his teeth, he gets the job done.

The truly bad part starts when he attempts to wash the come off the cloth. Dry-heaving, he shuts his eyes and squeezes the cloth until his knuckles turn white. He got fucked by a dog and the result is in his hands. On his hips marks sting, left by Irvin's claws. Breathe, he thinks -- and he breathes, once, twice.

It's not that he let it happen, it's knowing that he'll let it happen again that turns his stomach.

As soon as Shinjirou enters the bathroom, Jade sits down - at the dining table this time, the couch is too confronting at the moment. He takes a slow, measured breath, then another, unknowingly echoing Shinjirou's attempts to calm down. Slowly, the waves of negative emotion recede. Jade forces his muscles to loosen and he closes his eyes, trying to compartmentalize his feelings.

Disgust is the obvious one, directed at himself. Guilt. Shame. Regret at the necessity of forcing Shinjirou into this situation, and needing to do so again in the future.

There's something else that coils hot and tight inside him, but Jade can't place it.

But it's enough for now. There's no other way he can continue his work without also continuing to break Shinjirou in, but perhaps he could use less extreme methods next time. Still, Shinjirou had seemed to enjoy himself, so perhaps that made it...not so bad.

Jade rubs at his temples, annoyed by the way he kept falling back on the same tired old excuses. Hopefully, Shinjirou will be done in the bathroom soon. He needs to immerse himself in the hot spray of the shower and ponder over his next course of action in relative privacy.

Fully ignoring Jade, avoiding eye contact with both him and Irvin, Shinjirou starts cleaning up his own mess while Jade's still there. He's on his knees again, scrubbing away at the stains. It hasn't fully dried yet which makes it easier, but that also means he'll be done fast. Slowing down, he tries to fill his mind with other, less personal and more business-like thoughts.

What dishes he could make for them, all the tasks he'll need to get to tomorrow morning before they leave; how he should behave with Jade right beside him, outside of this comfortable jail. These thoughts keep him busy while he's cleaning and even a little while after he's done. Even better, they keep him awake. He really doesn't want to fall asleep before washing himself thoroughly and reaching the safety of his futon.

As much as he had been looking forward to the shower, Jade can't turn off his his mind for long enough to enjoy it properly. Neither does he want to; he's dangerous when he's not thinking.

It's only a few minutes before he steps out again, in his pyjamas and towelling his hair dry.

"Your turn," he announces, matter-of-fact. "I need to get back to work. The rest of the night is yours, but don't forget we're going out tomorrow."

Although it seems likely that Shinjirou plans on sleeping things off.

Unlike Jade, Shinjirou spends half an eternity under the hot water. And half of that is spent sitting on the floor, letting steam rise all around him. Eventually he gets up again, though, to wash his hair and clean every inch of skin, even the patches that hurt when he only lightly brushes his fingertips across them.

None of that makes him feel less dirty than before. Looking at himself in the mirror, all the signs are still there. Marks of a whip, claws -- the bruises, some of them beginning to fade. He hesitates for a brief moment, then opens the cupboard and puts salve on his wounds. Nurturing them is pointless when there'll be new ones added each and every day.

After that, he does feel better. He can't quite explain why, but he curls up beneath the blanket a short while later, falling into a deep sleep without a problem.

He lets Shinjirou sleep in again - this is fast becoming a habit, one he should break - but not for too long. Shinjirou had asked to leave in the morning, after all. When Jade shakes him awake, he already has clothes laid out for him, almost identical to the ones from yesterday.

Irvin greets them happily as they exit the bedroom, rubbing against Shinjirou's legs, only to whine in disappointment when Jade shoos him off and shuts the garage door behind him.

Jade doesn't start discussing the day's itinerary until they're in the car and on their way.

"We'll get you new clothes first, and proper shoes. We can have lunch afterwards. Then I suppose we can head home, unless there's anything you want to buy?"

It's a relief that Irvin isn't coming with them, but that still doesn't lighten his mood all that much. Tugging on the sleeves of the shirt Jade's picked for him, he keeps shuffling around on his seat. The fidgeting only gets worse the closer they get to their destination.

"Uh. No. I mean -- I don't have any money, so that's kind of a stupid question." Sinking into the seat, he lets his head hit the back rest. "I wouldn't wanna buy anything even if I did."

He pulls his shoulders up, toying with collar of his jacket. The chain's cold where it lies pressed against his skin, but that's definitely better than having it out in the open. "So what are you going to tell people that side-eye a guy your age going shopping with someone that should be at school?"

He shrugs slightly even as he drives. "You don't look too young. More college-aged than highschool. I doubt many people would ask." Of course, his age is still a problem. It's best to be prepared for questions. "I suppose you can just say I'm a family friend, taking you out while your parents are too busy."

Though honestly speaking, Jade doesn't much care. To the rest of the world, they should look like consenting adults; it's none of anyone's business. It doesn't matter that the reality is different, casual observers shouldn't be able to tell the difference. Unless...

He shoots a sidelong glance at Shinjirou. "Of course, if you keep fidgeting like that, they'll probably be suspicious."

"Ugh. Yeah." That's a good point. He's obviously nervous and that tends to get the attention of people. Pushing his hands under his arms and crossing his legs, he tries to hold himself still like that. Of course he'll have to come up with something better soon because walking isn't really going to work like this.

Staring out of the window, he attempts to talk himself into believing it, too: Jade's just a family friend. Unfortunately, the family part is where his belief crashes and burns. He doesn't have any parents, never had any and the only person he'd consider family is Aki. Thinking of Aki just makes him shuffle again.

"Your stuff's uncomfortable, that's all." It's not even an outright lie. This isn't what he normally wears; the only quality item of clothing was his coat and the only reason for owning that was to keep him warm out on the streets. "We're not going to get more like this, right? Looks stupid on me."

"Actually, that's what I'm planning to get for you." Shinjirou looks far more presentable like this. The rough, homeless look had its appeal, but his associates tend to prefer something less tough - unless they were looking for something to break. Jade has no intention of letting that happen to his property.

"Though I don't see why it matters. You don't spend much time clothed." Perhaps he could get some casual clothes for Shinjirou's grocery runs, but for now, Jade doesn't see the need. He may have money, but there's no reason to spend it all at once.