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"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.

Cheeks gaining a slight red tint, he glares at Jade. So what if he's naked most of the time? Only makes it more annoying to look like he's wearing a uniform when he does get to leave the house once in a while. His glare doesn't last long and he starts staring at his own feet, knowing he must make the impression of a pouting child ... which really isn't that far off.

"Makes me feel awkward." He stretches out, trying to relax a bit. "And don't you dare give me a haircut."

"Why not?" He doesn't have any plans to, aside from giving it a little trim; he enjoys being able to tug and pull at Shinjirou's hair too much to cut it short. "You already feel awkward. We may as well finish giving you a complete makeover today."

"No we may not." Pressing himself into the door, leaning away from Jade, his pout only grows. Whatever Jade requests, in the end he can still tell that it's him in the mirror and he'd rather keep it that way. That hurts more often than not, but then that's nothing new. He's despised himself for years now. When he does his job well, it's different -- he likes that.

"I'm going to bite the hairdresser."

Jade checks the side mirror, taking the opportunity to flick a glance at Shinjirou. His smile only grows when he catches sight of the deepening pout.

"I could order you to be good." He's still smiling.

"Yeah, and I could listen. Or not." He turns his head just far enough to glare at Jade. There's a second where he considers sticking his tongue out at Jade, though he doesn't in the end.

Sitting up straight again, he tries to mentally prepare himself for getting out of the car. He's talking nonsense, he knows, and it's a pretty pathetic rebellion, too, but it's hard to stop now. "You can't just tug at the chain or whatever if I don't do as you say."

Sometimes, it's better not to argue, especially when they both know how futile Shinjirou's protests are. Jade finds that he's happy to hear them. His spirit hasn't been entirely broken; that's good.

"Now that we're out in public, no I can't," he agrees placidly. "I suppose I'll just have to hold your hand instead."

Hold his hand like you'd with an upset toddler? His face flares up bright red merely picturing it; his rebuttal is much quieter and less forceful than before. "No."

He spends the rest of the time cringing. It's easier to deal with bruises and cuts, in Shinjirou's opinion. Just sweetly holding hands in public ... his palms are sweaty and uncomfortably hot thanks to just the threat of it. Wiping it off on his pants, he silently prays this will be over soon.

For once, Shinjirou's prayers aren't thrown back into his face - yet. The car slows as Jade pulls into the parking lot of a mall and parks in short order. He climbs out first, then opens Shinjirou's door for him, smirking as he offers him a hand.

"Let's get started."

Rolling his eyes, he pushes past Jade. His arms go back to being crossed over his chest and anyone that might be insane enough to look his way gets a death stare that makes them speed up towards their car. Well, at least some things never change.

"Yeah, let's." Actually, he doesn't wait for Jade to lead the way; however, he's nice enough to wait at the entrance.