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A steady drizzle of rain hit Kenma's umbrella as he stepped out from the station and headed off in the direction of his home. He considered taking the offer to sleep overnight at Keiji's place as he often did, but he needed to go into the office in the morning and he enjoyed being out in the dead of midnight.
A city like Tokyo never truly sleeps and for a night owl like Kenma he thrives on the different vibes that come from exploring the city when the salarymen are tucked into bed or passed out on the sidewalk. There's barely anyone out now as the roads are slick from rain and the only lighting comes from street lamps and the few homes with people still rustling about.
That would usually be Kenma right about now, three hours into his stream if he didn't take the night off to catch up and drink with his best friend. Once or twice a month was enough for the two workaholics, they already spent all of university together, no need to further be up each other's asses.
Eh, still, Kenma missed it from time to time… Keiji was a decent roommate when he wasn't running himself into the ground with classes and part time jobs. Keiji's the one who wanted to move closer to work and Kenma sought out a place away from the noise and chaos within. Kenma didn't mind being alone a majority of the time, he had all those people on the internet to keep him company when he could squeeze in a stream between managing Bouncing Ball.
Kenma sped up his gait just as the rain was coming down harder again, this was going from ideal walking weather to Kenma doesn't want to drown. His home was only a couple blocks down anyway, then he could get out of these clothes and curl up in bed nice and warm. If he didn't have to be up at five am then he'd get in some solo gaming since it's also been awhile, he's been trying do to shit for himself and not so much whatever the internet likes.
Too easy to get caught up when you're in the mix.
"Fuck!" Kenma yelped, he was still a bit tipsy from drinking and wasn't walking in the straightest of lines, but he still managed to catch himself before falling face first into a puddle. He turned to curse out whatever his foot tripped on and squinted his eyes to see that it was a wet, soaked cardboard box with something. Or someone huddled inside of it.
It's quite… rare for anyone to be sleeping on the sidewalk in this neighborhood. Kenma hopes they're sleeping and not… the alternative. His self preservation tells him to leave it, this isn't his problem nor his business. His drunken curiosity is louder in his head as he pulls out his phone and uses his flashlight to shine a light on whoever is in this box.
"Oh." Kenma's eyes go wider as he catches the black tail that's wrapped around this hybrid shivering in front of him. There's two fluffy ears that poke out from the mess of black hair and their clothes are soaked to his skin, along with troubling splotches of blood on his back and arms. Kenma's interacted with hybrids before, his other best friend, Rintarou, bought a fox hybrid from a sketchy dealer last year and he was shy if not incredibly cuddly once comfortable with Kenma.
His first thought is to probably call the authorities about a stray hybrid loose on the street, they could be dangerous and rabid if provoked. This particular hybrid though, he just looked beaten, bruised, and could possibly end up catching something if he was left out here any longer. Was he abandoned by his owner, did he run away, maybe he was pet napped and they dumped him out here because they couldn't control him?
Kenma nearly got so lost in his thoughts that seeing the hybrid raise his head and blink back at him startled him, causing him to subconsciously back away. A few seconds passed where nothing really happened other than the downpour of rain and Kenma tipped forward to cover the feline, although it was a waste by now.
"Hi." Kenma said, the hybrid just stared back at him, still shivering from the cold and Kenma didn't know what the hell he expected. It's extremely uncommon for hybrids to know how to speak any human language, they can only pick up a few words here and there. There are exceptions… Kenma's seen some videos of hybrids who can hold entire conversations and display the ability to break away from their animal instincts in comparison to their counterparts.
Kenma's fairly sure this is not the case for this cat.
"I live just down that way, do you want to come with me? I'll clean you up, give you dry clothes, and feed you…" Kenma didn't even know if this hybrid could understand him. The feline tilted his head in response.
"Home, over there. You won't be stuck in the rain," Kenma gestured to his right as the hybrid followed his finger with his hazel eyes, "you'll be safe. I won't hurt you."
The hybrid's gaze flickered from the right and towards Kenma's face, his ears twitched as he sniffed the air and Kenma should probably brace himself for something. Being attacked. Eaten. Torn to bits.
After what felt like ages, the hybrid unraveled himself and stood up, oh, he was much taller than Kenma. Didn't have a collar. And… there was a gnarly bite wound on his right forearm where his microchip would've been located. Shit, what was Kenma getting himself into?
"Uh… you can carry it, so we'll both stay dry." Kenma offered him the umbrella and the hybrid took it, still remaining quiet. Kenma can deal with silence, he's an expert at that, elite level even. He hopes the feline will follow him as he begins to walk and sure enough, Kenma's head stays mostly dry as the strange hybrid stays by his side.
They get to Kenma's home without further incident and with the full lighting from the genkan, Kenma can get a much better look at their wounds and scratches and… whatever else was inflicted on his big guy. He doesn't move to touch him, has a feeling his reaction would be quite adverse to that, but seeing just how blood soaked his clothing is and that he didn't bleed out on the street… he's probably not going to die.
"How about you take a quick shower and I'll patch you up?" Kenma asked, getting another head tilt in return, "… I'll show you… um, my name is Kenma by the way, do you have one?"
"Kenma."
"Yep…" Kenma mentally noted he'll have to mop up all this water as he led the hybrid off to the bathroom on the first floor, "can you wash yourself or…?"
No reply, just fingers fiddling and his tail curling around his waist. His ears were pressed back on his head too, nervous maybe?
"I have to clean you up, make sure your wounds don't get infected and you'll get sick," Kenma pointed over to the shower, "just undress and wait for me, alright? Stay."
"Kenma…" He sounded a bit whiny as he did stay at least.
"I'll be right back, I have to get you some other clothes." Kenma softly reassured him before leaving towards the garage. There was no way in hell any of Kenma's clothes were going to fit that big ass domestic cat and there were boxes of old merch samples that he kept stacked up in here. He would be a walking billboard for Kodzuken merch and all the people who called Kenma a cat would likely be pleased with this one as a model.
Sweats, boxers, socks, shirt and a sweater obtained.
The pile of clothes in his arms nearly hit the floor when he saw a very naked hybrid standing in the middle of the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He was built with lean, powerful muscles and tanned skin that was blemished by the bruises and scratches. Not to mention just how handsome his side profile was, Kenma didn't want to focus on that, but damn…
"Kenma." Hazel eyes looked down on him, observing the clothes with a small twitch of his tail.
"For you," Kenma set them on the counter and went over to turn on the shower, "I know you were already rained on for… however long, but have to wash off all the blood and dirt."
"… Good?"
"Very good, you've been behaving well," Kenma said as the hybrid visibly perked up and went to stand in the warm water, "can you tell me your name? Or… whatever I should call you?"
"Kenma." The hybrid grabbed a bar of soap and held it out for him.
"Fine, give me a second…" Kenma murmured, he stripped himself of his jacket, socks, and pants. The cat may be fully naked, but Kenma didn't have to be. When's the last time he ever washed up someone else anyway, his ex boyfriend? That was three years ago now.
Kenma focused on the mission objective of getting the feline clean and nothing else, no matter how much his mind threatened to wander from the soaped up masculine, toned body underneath his fingertips. The body that was happily purring.
"Kenma…" The hybrid sighed as Kenma washed along his shoulder blades and back, there was dirt and grime swirling down into the large drain. His back was covered in welts and lash scars, Kenma made sure not to touch them as the hybrid would flinch away or hiss. This explains why he ripped out his microchip…
There wasn't a point in asking questions, Kenma just wanted him to feel safe under his roof. Protected instead of abused by whoever previously owed him. He seemed like a sweet kitten so far, if not shy and hesitant around Kenma.
They left the shower after shampooing his hair and tail, Kenma encouraged him to dress while the human went off to get a change of dry clothes. Feeding him… what did Kenma even have in his fridge, leftovers? Ordering was out of the question since it was one am now and barely anything was open at this time.
Whatever, he'll scrounge around and find something.
"Kenma!" The hybrid was still downstairs, clutching onto Kenma's jacket and looking lost in his living room, "Kenma."
"Relax, I just went upstairs…" Kenma saw that the merch fit him perfectly, maybe a little big in some areas, but this was made for gamers… not attending a gala, "I need to put a bandage on your arm, then I'll feed you and… I should probably go to sleep…"
The hybrid quietly followed him around, apparently having a thing for sniffing his jacket as Kenma dug around the lower bathroom counter for a first aid kit that was shoved off in the back. He then went into the kitchen and investigated some leftovers from a couple days ago, some bits of udon with chicken and rice… good enough.
"Give me your arm," They were sitting at the island as Kenma microwaved the food and the feline seemed hesitant, "I promise it won't hurt, I just need to bandage it up and you've been good for me so far, yeah?"
"Good…" He repeated, still holding onto Kenma's jacket like it was a lifeline, Kenma just assumed that was lost to him now. He laid out his arm on the counter and Kenma rolled up the black sleeve to see the bloodied, somewhat fresh bite wound.
"Did you do this to yourself?" Kenma asked, not really expecting any sort of answer. The hybrid glanced away, his ears flat and tail quietly thumping against the chair, Kenma could surmise that was a yes.
"Well, you're safe here." Kenma set the bandage on his forearm and debated on looking over his back again, but decided this was enough for one night, "good kitty."
He purred and smiled, revealing his larger canines, too cute.
Kenma set the microwaved plate in front of him and yawned, could he trust him alone as Kenma crawled off into bed? … Eh, probably not. He scooped up his phone from the counter and logged into one of his gacha games to kill time.
"Kenma." He looked up from his phone to see the hybrid offering a piece of chicken on his chopsticks and would normally reject, but this was quite the abnormal situation. So he bit down on it and saw how the feline wriggled on the stool, his tail twitched back and forth too.
"You… eat?" Kenma noted how half the food was separated on one side of the plate as the hybrid pushed it towards him.
"I'm fine, I'll eat in the morning," Kenma said, "you still haven't given me your name."
There was just a tiny pout on his lips as he picked up a clump of udon noodles and brought it up to Kenma's lips, "eat."
"Name."
"… Kenma." He softly replied, "eat."
Ugh, he was getting nothing out of this cat. So, fine, he let himself be fed until the plate was empty and the hybrid was happy once again. It was almost two am and Kenma had to be up in three hours, fuck.
"Come on, I'll show you the guest room… you can sleep there." Kenma went to put the plate in the sink, but the feline beat him to it.
"Good?"
"You'll have to wash and dry it, but that can be done later." Kenma murmured, heading out of the kitchen to hear the hybrid scurrying after him. The guest room was clean enough, Taketora stayed here last after his devastating break up, his words.
"Sleep, okay? I'll… figure out what to do with you tomorrow… or the afternoon," Kenma said as the hybrid stepped into the bedroom and glanced around, nose in the air as he sniffed, "… goodnight."
"Kenma…" He held Kenma's jacket to his nose and didn't sound too distressed this time, but Kenma left the door open behind him just in case. Ah… he needed to hit the hay so badly…
Kenma slept through four of his alarms, giving him less time to prepare, but he wouldn't be completely late to work. He rushed through his morning routine and plucked out a suit from his closet that he needed to wear for these shareholders and all these back to back meetings today.
He'd nearly forgotten about his guest from last night until he was chugging down a mug of coffee and almost choked on it. Right, the cat. He checked in the guest bedroom and found the bed empty, along with the bathroom and various other rooms that Kenma poked his head into. Maybe he was gone.
Kenma didn't have time to think on it when he had to scurry off towards the station and to Bouncing Ball's offices. It's in recent years that Kenma had to show his face more often, had to be a present CEO instead of hiding off at home and dealing with all of his work there. When the company went truly international, Kenma needed to be serious about his child and their growth plus influence outside of Japan.
Was it annoying? Yes, but he was in his thirties and masked up with his business persona so these old geezers wouldn't look down on him. He treated it like a brand new level with Bouncing Ball, investing his in twitch channel, merchandise, indie video game makers who came to him for cash, volleyball players on the side. Kenma's selective investments had worked out over the years, as well as playing the stock market to earn him a nice chunk of change… he was wildly successful.
None of this saved him from the dreadful board meetings that his assistant scheduled all throughout the day because Kenma kept pushing shit back. He was free from the office in the late afternoon and slogged his way straight on home, fuck going out to drink when all he wanted to do was sleep and play video games.
He'd assumed the hybrid was long gone and tried not to put any additional thought to him as he pulled up restaurants to order dinner from upon making it home. The home was quiet, there wasn't any sort of mess or signs that anyone was even here. It's like last night never happened…
…
"Eh?" Kenma blurted out, seeing the round, furry, black void tightly curled up on his pillows. Kenma was no stranger to the stray cats around here, he'd feed them from time to time… but they never came inside of his home. He walked up to his bed and leaned in, examining the sleeping cat and wondering if this was…
"Meow."
Ah… there's those hazel eyes blinking at him, so this one can transform like Rintarou's pet fox. Kenma reached out to touch him, his fingers gently petting through his silky fur and feeling the hint of welts along his back. That's him alright…
"Had a good day lazing about?" The cat raised up onto his paws and rubbed against Kenma's hand, meowing and making all kinds of noises. He was stark black just like his wild hair and tail, he was a bigger domestic cat too.
"Am I supposed to feed you cat food now… do I get you a litter box?" Kenma murmured, sitting on the bed as the cat continued to seek out his affection. Kenma's… plan was to consider dropping him at one of the local hybrid rescues, but if he's a cat now… there's very little chance of him getting caught and taken.
Kenma shouldn't keep him, he won't, he'll just let him recover.
There's laws against keeping an unregistered hybrid, they come with huge fines and sometimes jail time if you're in possession of multiple hybrids. It wouldn't come to that, Kenma could give him up easy enough… even if it's been a while since he owned any sort of pet.
Cat food… right.
Kenma ordered every flavour they had in stock because who knew what this cat would like and the delivery came shortly after Kenma received his dinner too. He also got a litter box just in case… and one of those scratchers so he didn't rip up the couch.
"I wish you told me your name…" Kenma said, cracking open one of the cans and pouring it into a bowl. Beef and salmon, sure smelled like some type of meat. It'd only been in the bowl for five seconds before the cat was scarfing it up, poor thing must've been starving all day.
Ugh, starting off as a wonderful cat owner…
Kenma was… slightly concerned for his own mental health. And this kitty's health. A week had passed and this feline hadn't returned to being human not once, did Kenma just… dream that up? The cat was all over him every minute of the day, he'd sit on his lap when Kenma streamed and slept cozy in his bed when Kenma quit.
Kenma bought him toys, proper food and water bowls, a few beds so he could lounge around the house. He was close to buying a huge cat tree when he thought maybe he should hit up Rintarou with some questions. Namely, about the animal transformation thing, that seemed like a huge deal.
Keiji wound up in the call as well because he was going to hear about it nonetheless, plus Kenma never kept anything secret from him. The cat, who Kenma nicknamed in his head Kuro, was highly invested in a mouse toy that he was killing over and over. Kenma was sitting on the couch with his laptop, he still had an hour and a half before he had to stream.
"Wassup you two?" Rintarou opened the call with.
"I don't even know where to start," Kenma said, his gaze went from the laptop to Kuro, holding this poor stuffed blue mouse between his paws and kicking it with his hind legs, "I have a cat now."
"Surprised you didn't have one sooner." Rintarou commented.
"Did you adopt one of the strays you keep feeding?" Keiji spoke up.
"They're a stray alright… a hybrid, actually…" Kenma said, "except they transformed into a cat and haven't turned back since."
"Oh yeah? How long?" Rintaro asked.
"A week, he was looking really beat up and… I think his former owner abused him, he tore out his microchip too."
"Samu stayed in his fox form for like, three months, he was an anxious mess," Rintaro said with a soft sigh, "you can't really do anything until they choose to transform back."
"Huh… I see." Kenma ignored the tinge of disappointment, his memories flashing back to Kuro looking at his own reflection, his naked body—
"I uh… I sort of ran across a hybrid too? An owl who was on the verge of death, or so I thought. I got him cleaned up and he was extremely… excited," Keiji said, "this happened the night after you visited Kenma. Although mine has transformed back and forth at the most random times."
"Crazy… you both found some random hybrids on the street? And they were both beat the fuck up? Sounds like someone lost a few pets…" Rintarou replied.
"Did yours have a missing microchip by any chance, Keiji?"
"Yeah, I think it was in the nape of his neck because there was a nasty wound there."
"… What are the chance of them knowing each other?" Kenma asked, "I haven't seen anything in the news about it, but… given the state of them, I suppose it's smarter not to self report like that."
"Wouldn't hurt to meet up… do you want me to come to you?"
"Assuming Mister Owl doesn't fly off, sure."
Keiji hummed for a moment, "He's fairly clingy, but I'll get a car just in case… I'd rather not be spotted on the train with an unregistered hybrid."
"Good call."
Kuro had gotten bored with the mouse and was holding a fish in his mouth, coming over to jump on the couch and snuggle up with Kenma. He reached over to rub between his ears and along his neck, was there an owl friend out there?
"The both of you should come to Shizuoka, actually."
"Or you should move to Tokyo." Kenma said as Keiji muted himself, presumably getting ready to leave, "… did anything trigger Osamu turning into a human or was it just random?"
"It was random in a sense… I was drunk off my ass after coming home from the club and next thing I know he's scooping me off of the floor and carrying me to my bed," Kenma could hear the smile on Rintarou's voice, "then… I don't know, he came out of his shell, got real cute about wanting to spend time with me."
"I see…"
"I'll be at your place in fifteen, Kenma," Keiji popped in to say, "hopefully this doesn't turn into a disaster."
"Hey, cats and owls are both predators, you'll just have to keep them from killing each other." Rintarou snickered as Kenma immediately dreaded the thought of a fight breaking out.
"We'll be careful… probably, I'll see you." Keiji left as the two said goodbye.
"You should tell me all about your new kitty while we wait."
And so Kenma did, from the night he found Kuro to all the events throughout, he honestly acted like your average house cat if not chronically clingy. Rintarou said Osamu was a lot like a puppy, a shy one who was terrified of being touched, but adorable nonetheless. Kenma remembers how surprised he was when Rintarou told them both he bought the fox and just how much he cost, why? I dunno, I had the money.
Kenma knew streamers with hybrids as pets, they'd use them for more clicks and views and Kenma personally wasn't the biggest fan. It was too easy to exploit them and some people saw them purely as entertainment, things to enjoy until they got bored and shoved them off elsewhere. Or they died from neglect.
Rintaro seemed to enjoy Osamu's companionship once the fox grew into himself and wasn't into pimping him out for likes on social media. He was just… a pet. A friend. Someone to make Kenma forget how lonely he could be.
Kenma opened the door once he heard Keiji knocking and holy hell, the owl on his arm was huge with big golden eyes and white-ish gray feathers. There was a three second moment of peace as Kenma let Keiji in and the curious cat was right behind him.
And then hell broke loose, but not in the worst way.
There was a mess of feathers in the air as the owl flew off of Keiji's arm and Kenma saw massive wings protruding from his back. For the first time since wishing Kuro goodnight, the cat transformed into a human within seconds and the owl tackled him into a tight hug.
"Tetsu, Tetsu, Tetsu!"
"Koutarou!"
Keiji and Kenma shared a look as their two lost hybrids reunited right in the foyer, what a coincidence, huh? Unfortunately neither could understand what either hybrid was saying as they excitedly hugged and sniffed and scented. Yes, Kenma did some research on hybrids on their behaviors… scenting was something he had surface level knowledge of, but knowing that Kuro was obsessed with rubbing his scent all over him all the time… cute.
"I brought clothes for them, just in case." Keiji said, lifting up the bag on his shoulder. Yeah… yeah good call. They were too busy in their own little world to even notice anything beyond each other. It only made Kenma more curious about their story and where they came from… who was their past owner?
"Kenma… Kenma!" Kuro came over to take Kenma by his bicep and showed him off to the very naked owl, "Good."
"Tiny." He tilted his head just like a bird, big eyes observing him, his wings stretching out behind him, "good human?"
"Good!"
And there was Kenma getting scooped up into a crush hug next. Oh god, this one has more muscle mass and tits.
"Bokuto, put him down." Keiji firmly said and Kenma was a bit shocked that Bokuto immediately listened.
"He's good to Kuroo!"
"That doesn't give you the license to touch him, now put some clothes on and be decent."
"Scary." Kuro murmured, hiding behind Kenma.
"He's my best friend, just a little more serious than I am, but you also need to wear something."
"… Kenma." Kuro sniffed the clothes offered and shook his head, "Kenma."
"I'll find you more Bouncing Ball clothes…" Kenma waltzed off to the garage again, with Kuro in tow this time. He should just bring the box out and leave it in the guest room, or buy Kuro more clothes assuming he remains in his human form.
He waited just outside of the door as Kuro dressed, questions revolving in his head that he knows there's a minuscule chance of getting the answers to. The owl could be more forthcoming… Kuro is far more on the secretive and skittish side.
"Kenma?"
Ah, wrapped up in his thoughts again, Kuro had picked out a hoodie with another pair of bouncing ball sweats, "take that box into the guest room, those will be yours for the time being… I'll buy you something else later."
Kuro, eager to follow any order given by Kenma, briefly left to stack four boxes on top of each other without breaking a sweat, seems those muscles were good for something.
"So your name, Kuroo Tetsu?" Kenma asked, now doing the following as Kuro went off towards the guest room… or his bedroom, really. Kenma hoped no one else would be wanting to crash here in the foreseeable future, Kuro might be a long term stay.
Maybe.
"… Kuroo Tetsurou." Kuro quietly answered, he went to set the boxes near the foot of the bed, his ears were flat on his head as he was nervous to look in Kenma's direction.
"And why didn't you want to tell me?"
"Bad…" Kuro replied, taking the hem of the black hoodie, "it's bad, they yell."
"I won't yell at you, okay? You've been really good."
Kuro then turns and bends, meeting Kenma's calm gaze, his ears twitching for… something. He pets between Kuro's ears and get a cute little mrrp from him.
"Your old master was kind of a dick, huh?"
Kuro just remained, softly purring as Kenma pet his hair and he was reluctant to stop once he remembered their two other guests were here. Kenma went to turn and leave as the feline took the back of his shirt and followed him, clingy.
Keiji and Bokuto were in the living room, his best friend was video chatting with Rintaro on the couch while Bokuto immediately squawked seeing Kuro from just ten minutes apart. Kenma plopped down next to Keiji and saw Rintaro with a fat, grey fox in his lap, snoozing away so it's not like Rintaro could go anywhere else at the moment…
"Lemme see the cat," Rintaro instantly requested as Keiji turned his phone around for him to see Bokuto and Kuro chattering away in their hybrid language, "… huh."
"What?" Kenma asked, just a hint of anxiety bubbled up.
"… They're both really hot."
…
"Rintaro, don't sexualize the animals." Keiji rolled his eyes as he turned Rintaro back towards them.
"I'm not, technically they're humans right now with extra ears and tails and… other body parts depending on the species," Rintaro smugly smiled as Keiji and Kenma glared back at him, "I'm just saying."
"Don't," They both replied, as Kenma continued, "anyway, since they both know each other, they had the same master, right? And they ran away at the same time."
"But I haven't seen anything about it, not on any missing hybrid sites or government notices." Keiji said.
"Honestly they both look well bred too, so it was likely some sadistic rich asshole they escaped from," Rintaro theorized as he ran his fingers through the foxes fur, "I never looked too deeply into where Osamu and his twin came from, just seemed like something I shouldn't pry into if you get the gist."
"Yeah…" Keiji glanced over just as there was another poof of feathers and cat fur and now they were playing in their animal forms, "and Osamu never said anything?"
"God no, not if I wanted him to clam up for a week straight and sulk in a corner," Rintaro rolled his eyes with a soft sigh, "but if you guys plan on keeping them, I can get them registered… I just need ¥40,000 and a month from my connection."
"The same connection you obtained Osamu from?" Kenma asked as Kuro was bolting into the air to catch Bokuto and maybe he should put them outside…
"Something like that, I never reveal my sources."
"Very mysterious of you, Rin," Keiji said, "I trust you so… I'll send the money—"
"No, I can cover for both of us, it's fine," Kenma's gaze was stuck on the two and he rose from the couch, "Hey, hey how about you two play in the backyard before you break something?"
Bokuto hooted, Kuro meowed, the both followed Kenma to the sliding door by the kitchen and bolted out as he opened it.
"We'll need to schedule play dates." Keiji strolled up right beside Kenma, watching their… pets… run and fly about like they've never had a day of freedom in their lives.
"That includes Osamu too." The foxes ears twitched in the direction of the phone as he heard Kenma say his name.
"That cat and owl are going to tire him out," Rintaro went to pet his belly as the fox rolled over to expose his soft white fur, "I'll bring him with all the registration stuff."
Well, at least they had a plan. Of sorts.
"… I don't think I was supposed to keep him." Kenma murmured, Rintaro had hung up a few minutes prior and they were sitting out on the deck.
"Same, but… I told myself I would take care of him until he fully recovered, then…" Keiji paused for a moment as Bokuto flew straight into his lap, that owl was huge, "… if anything it is easy to hand him off to someone else…"
"Of course, no one is going to question their papers." Kuro rubbed himself against Kenma's arm, wanting more pets.
Yeah, no one would think anything was off…
Kenma grew up with cats in his household, his parents loved them and often joked that Kenma was their favorite little kitten. It's been years since he's owned any sort of pet and Kuro was… interesting… he was your average house cat who also was part human.
He kept to his cat form when cuddling with Kenma or sitting on his lap when Kenma was streaming. He'd be human when he wanted to eat with Kenma or helped him out around the house with chores. Kuro really, really loved praise, loved being told that he was going a good job.
He liked to cling to Kenma and stole his clothes for the ever growing nest that Kenma spotted in his bedroom. He liked to be pet and his ears scratched. He liked to wait right by the door whenever Kenma did go out and greeted him with such puppy-like enthusiasm.
Kuro did not like being touched anywhere else on his body, only when Kenma had to check his wounds -which were healing nicely-. He disliked loud noises like gun shots and heavy metal music and would hide for hours underneath his bed. He disliked sudden movements… he would flinch as if expecting something to come at him, it broke Kenma's heart each time and he was careful to mind himself with Kuro.
Kenma compared his own notes with Keiji and Rintaro, the latter thinking that maybe there's a chance Osamu could be connected to them as well? Or just a coincidence all their hybrids were abused. Kenma had deep dived into his research concerning everything involving hybrids from their history to how to properly care for one to the grim stats of exploitation and abuse.
He was never going to be set on rescuing all hybrids from their awful masters, but he could at least be good for Kuro. At least with Rintaro and Keiji coming by this afternoon, he'll have the registration papers so Kuro could go outside without fear of being caught.
Plus, Kenma had a feeling his kitten was going a bit stir crazy…
Kenma has no idea how Kuro found the dumbbells buried… somewhere in this house… but he left his streaming room to see Kuro in the backyard. Shirtless in just some grey bouncing ball shorts, doing bicep curls and you know, it did occur to Kenma in that moment that Kuro had to get those muscles from working out.
Kenma's been very well behaved about not staring or having perverted thoughts, but he's only a man running on a few hours of sleep and Kuro is hot. He's focused on his routine, muscles bulging, glistening with sweat, there are veins. Should Kenma go out there to… to do what? Look closer?
Admire.
"Kenma!" His ears perked straight up and his tail was wagging.
Kenma just waved back at him and stalked off upstairs to bed, he was just tired from streaming all through the night and into… six am, who works out that early? He should fall face first into his pillow, but he pads over to the window for just one more peek. Kuro's gotten more energy just from seeing Kenma and now he's jogging around the backyard with those big 'ol bouncing pecs that Kenma can't stop watching.
Also his ass… and long legs… and something about that spot just above his ass where his tail protrudes from… Kenma wants to yank it. Push this feline down into the mattress and pull his shorts down and fuck his pretty cunt open.
"Oh Christ." Kenma slaps his hands over his blushing cheeks and closes his eyes, it's been awhile, okay? And Kuro just so happens to very much be his type, but he's a fucking cat who can barely speak Japanese. Bad, wrong, immoral.
His cock isn't going down any time soon.
He closed the curtain, threw himself in bed, and wrapped a shameful hand around himself. Just… once. If no one catches him jerking off to a hot cat boy, did it really happen? No.
He woke up just an hour before his friends arrived and got himself together so his mini crisis wasn't too obvious. Kuro was sleeping on the floor where the sunlight was hitting his dark fur and all Kenma needed to do was clean up a bit.
A few knocks on the door and Kenma was going off to let them in.
Osamu was just as he remembered, looking more ready for a nap with the first body he could cuddle over playing with the hyperactive owl and cat. Bokuto was quiet, going over to whisper something with Kuro who had shifted once he heard the knocking.
"Atsumu?" Kuro asked.
"Osamu."
"Atsumu."
"Osamu!"
Both Bokuto and Kuro tilted their heads in the same direction, squinting their eyes as they looked at the fox, "… Atsumu."
"As much as I'd love to see this keep going," Rintaro threw an arm around his huffy fox's shoulder, "Atsumu, is in Osaka, this is his twin, Osamu."
"Smell different!" Bokuto blurted out as Kuro nodded, "but same, confusing."
"I'm not him…" Osamu grumbled.
"How do you two know Tsumu?" Rintaro glanced over at them.
"Old master…" Kuro said, "he… disappeared first."
"From where?"
Kuro immediately shook his head as Bokuto and Osamu remained quiet, ugh.
"Well, Tsumu's just fine, healthy, alive, being loved by his current master," Rintaro said as Kenma could see them perk up, "maybe you guys can see him soon if Kiyo will come up to Tokyo."
"… Missed him, tried to find, but…" Bokuto murmured as his eyes landed on Osamu, "never saw you, where were you?"
Osamu said something not none of the humans could understand and hybrids reacted with soft grasps, followed by Bokuto coming over to swoop him up in a hug.
"Would it kill you guys not to be so secretive?" Rintaro said as Osamu may or may not be getting crushed alive by the owl.
"Let's play!"
"And there goes their attention span…" Kenma said as Bokuto grabbed Osamu by the wrist and dragged him off with Kuro following.
"Nah, they know what they're doing," Keiji replied, "we'll just have to chip at them… in time…"
"Mmm…" Rintaro pulled out two manila envelopes from his shoulder bag, both their names on them, "here's your super legal registration papers, they'll be accepted anywhere and assuming you don't run into federal trouble, you'll be fine."
Kenma opened up the envelope and the papers themselves listed off his name, address, a string of numbers for Kuro, who he belonged to and all that. there were also dog tags for a collar and a tiny microchip for Kenma to insert somewhere underneath the feline's skin. They weren't technically mandatory, but most hybrids had one for the sake of the government tracking them.
"So I wasn't counting on them knowing Samu, but Tsumu…" Rintaro's gaze seemed to go elsewhere as he thought on something and fished his phone out from his pocket, "do either of them have tattoos like this?"
Keiji and Kenma both glanced down at the device that was showing a photo of a spot behind Osamu's ear, there was a jackal head tattooed on his tan skin, "Bokuto does, on his lower back. I thought it had something to do with his previous master."
"Kiyoomi and I figured it was a twin thing, but it must be connected to whoever owned them before."
"I don't know if Kuro has one… if so, it's somewhere that's not very visible…" Kenma's memories flashed back to this morning, sweaty kitty, "… I can ask him later or see if I can inspect his body."
"Definitely inspect every inch of him."
"When you say it like, that, Rin."
Rintaro just smirked, Kenma grumbled to himself as he absolutely needed his cock to not react to anything ever. But since Rintaro was in town, they didn't want to focus on serious business for his entire trip and Rintaro brought food made by Osamu. Keiji brought alcohol and other snacks.
The rest of the afternoon and evening were spent drinking and eating and watching their pets run around the house. Neither Bokuto nor Kuro were put off when Osamu got snappy, in fact they just smothered him more and the fox gave up as they laid right next to him. Or partially on top of him.
It was ridiculously cute and many pictures were taken.
His best friends left before the trains stopped running and buzzed Kenma was terribly curious about the tattoo situation on the feline. What if…
"Do you want me to help you wash before bed?"
Kuro was absolutely all for it, practically sprinting to the bathroom as Kenma told himself to be normal and not let his hands wander to sensitive places. He directed Kuro towards the bathtub, waiting for the warm water to fill it as it soon overflowed with citrus scented bubbles. Kuro was quite amazed by the concept of these bubbles.
"Good kitty." Kenma sat on a stool as he scrubbed Kuro with a loofah and the hybrid was purring the entire time, pleased just this once to let Kenma touch him. Kenma was sure the scars on Kuro's back would remain permanent on his skin, but everything from the bite to smaller scratches had fully healed.
Still no sign of the tattoo… not on his neck or behind his ear, not located anywhere on his back or chest. His shoulders and arms were clear of any sort of ink… was it lower?
"Can you stand up for me? I need to make sure I didn't miss anything… but I think you've… recovered…" Kenma blinked as he was soon facing a soaped up, naked Kuro standing before him. Keep your eyes up, wait, I have to look at his thighs.
"Spread your legs… just a little…" Kenma murmured so quietly he wasn't sure if Kuro even heard it, but he obeyed and Kenma was going to make this a very quick check. He squeezed the loofah over that thick thigh muscle and ran it over his right inner thigh, his breath catching as his eyes caught on the jackal head located there.
No wonder he missed it, he would've had to have been a total pervert to even see it! And whoever put it here… Kenma rarely feels a murderous intent in his daily life, but considering how Kuro hates being touched when in his human state…
There's a low hiss from above that had Kenma quickly looking upwards to see those hazel eyes glaring down at him. And claws that were too close for comfort. And just how stiff Kuro's body was… it was time to back away.
"I won't do anything." Kenma dropped the loofah in the water and raised up his hands, but Kuro hadn't relaxed in the slightest. He slowly rose from the stool, catching how Kuro's tail was soaked, but still puffed up in anger. Another hiss was followed by Kuro baring his sharp canines and Kenma didn't take his eyes off as he backed away with quiet steps.
"I'm sorry, Kuro, I'm just gonna go upstairs and I'll leave you alone, alright?" Please don't claw my stomach open.
Kenma closed the door and let out a heavy breath, he should have expected that… fuck.
»Elite Hoes
ok i found his tattoo and almost died :Me
Keiji: are you ok????
Sunarin: where is it
and are you bleeding out or smth
like…… up on his inner thigh…… :Me
he got hissy and pulled out his claws and i said ok bye now
Sunarin: good call lmao
I left him in the bathroom so hopefully he'll cool off :Me
Keiji: damn happy you're safe
Sunarin: so….
owl - lower back, kitty - inner thigh, my fox - behind the ear, omi's fox - nape of his neck.
no pattern this tells me nothing !
Keiji: fantastic
Sunarin: I'm actually gonna ask the Guy who I got samu from
wait did you get him in tokyo or somewhere else? :Me
Sunarin: osaka
Keiji: …. then how did bo and kuroo end up in tokyo?
Sunarin: 🪽
Keiji: how did bo fly to tokyo without being caught.
Sunarin: idk ask him
or maybe their master took them to tokyo for whatever reasons and they busted out
that sounds more likely… :Me
and if bo was looking for atsumu, then he probably had no idea they were in tokyo anyway
Sunarin: hmmmmm
I'll go see him face to face and leave samu w/ kiyoomi
next weekend maybe…
Keiji: do you think atsumu would be willing to say anything?
Sunarin: tbh i've barely been around him cept when samu misses him and wants to see him. i also didn't know there was a whole Conspiracy Theory behind the twins.
but maybe he'll be more chatty (￣y▽,￣)╭
why do i feel like there's something fucked up with all this :Me
Keiji: because there is
as for how far we dig…
Sunarin: we're all gonna die to the yakuza
or feds breaking into our house
or assassins
Keiji: lovely
i have too much money and clout to die (＃°Д°) :Me
Kenma cannot move once he wakes.
His drowsy eyes blink open to something… someone sitting on top of him, straddling his waist and looking down on him. Messy hair, golden skin, a tail swishing back and forth…
"Kenma?"
That deep voice sure has Kenma jumping awake, fully making out the hybrid that is preventing his movement. He can still get his arms out though, but… why is Kuro here? He'll usually be in his cat form when he wants to sleep in Kenma's bed.
"… Morning." Kenma murmurs, making eye contact with those big curious hazel eyes fixed on him. There isn't a hint of fear within him… but this is very new.
"I…" Kuro pulls back a bit, for Kenma's fragile sake, he's in a dark tank top and boxers that still make him look so fucking edible— relax, Kozume Kenma.
"Bad, I scare you. I was bad."
"No you weren't," Kenma shrugs his hand out from under the blankets to touch Kuro's fingers, "I overstepped your boundaries on accident… I should have asked about the tattoo, but I thought you'd just avoid it and er… it's my fault."
"Tattoo?"
"Yeah, the tattoo right…" Kenma wasn't sure if he should touch him again, so he just pointed in the direction of his inner thigh, "that mark on your skin, it's from before."
Kuro seemed to understand as he glanced down and spread his legs further, Kenma's eyes flickered down to toned, built thigh and saw the tattoo peeking out just barely.
"That… tattoo…" Kuro let the word roll off of his tongue, "I was kitten when they… um… did that."
"Ah… well, yeah, your friends have the same tattoos, so we were curious about them."
Kuro looked over at Kenma's hand and grabbed it, pulling it over to he could touch the ink, "It's okay."
"You really don't have to force yourself," Kenma squirmed upwards so he could sit up and not have his shoulder actively dislocated, "if you don't want me touching you or even looking there, I won't."
"Bad, I scared you."
"No, no…" Kenma clicked his tongue as he gathered his words in his still sleep addled brain, "your reaction was valid, I know that you don't like being touched and I took advantage of that. I was bad of me, not you."
Kuro took a moment to process Kenma's words as he frowned, "… you're good master, not bad."
"Even good people can fuck up," Kenma yawned as he went to place his hands on Kuro's warm cheeks, "I won't make you do anything, I won't treat you like they did, okay? I'll keep my hands to myself… and you can rip out my throat if I don't."
"No!" Kuro wrapped his strong arms around Kenma's smaller waist and squeezed him close, "I don't hurt you."
"Ah…" Kenma was a bit surprised by how Kuro's body was a furnace against his own, "we won't hurt each other, we're both good."
Kuro squeezes him tighter and Kenma is half tempted to fall back asleep in his arms… big, strong, buff arms.
"So… you got that as a kitten?" Kenma broke the lull in their conversation as Kuro was softly purring against him, "have you known them for that long?"
"Yes… Kou and Atsumu… and Aran and Ushiwaka and Suga… but…" Kuro paused for a moment as his expression slipped into one of deep thought, "… Shin took Aran… before we left…"
"Shin? Was he your master?"
"No, he… he helped…" Kuro said, "… he was nice. Good."
"Did he say where he was going…?"
Kuro shrugged, "I don't want to… scary."
"Okay, it's okay," Kenma leaned forward to plant a kiss on Kuro's forehead, "you did well, thank you for telling me."
There were sparkles in Kuro's eyes and Kenma has a vague feeling this kitten is about to be greedy about more forehead kisses.
Kenma had zero clue as to how Kuro would behave outside of his home or around anyone that weren't their friends. From the many context clues the three of them had gathered, especially Rintaro, it's likely that their hybrids had been raised in a laboratory or… some sort of secret facility. There was nothing either of them could find when scouring the internet and Rintaro's source was cagey about certain questions, but he wasn't going to stop his side of their investigation anytime soon.
With Kuro becoming a permanent mainstay in Kenma's life, he needed to do more than, well, simply keeping Kuro alive and fed. The feline was already somewhat easy to take care of since he seemed to be happy with the bare minimum amount of attention from Kenma and he wasn't too picky about what he ate or where he napped or all the cat toys that he hoarded in random spots of the house. Kenma wanted more for Kuro, he wasn't just a mere pet for entertainment, he was feeling more like a genuine companion as the days passed following in Rintaro getting their shady registration papers.
So, a shopping trip was planned with Keiji and Bokuto to a local hybrid pet store in the mall on a slow Wednesday morning in the hopes that there wouldn't be too many people around in case something went awry. Keiji already took Bokuto out for regular walks and… night flights as the owl was terribly restless and hated being indoors for too long. Kuro on the other hand was happy with his space in the backyard, but Kenma had the feeling that Kuro never experienced actual… freedom outside of tiny spaces.
He didn't know what he was missing, at all.
Kenma rarely had to use his car as most everything he needed was within walking distance or he'd just take the train, but he wasn't going to risk Kuro having some sort of panic attack on a crowded train car or the bus. He picked up Keiji on the way and having Bokuto there would hopefully ease Kuro's nerves if the feline did begin to feel anxious or uncomfortable. Neither of them could predict Kuro's reaction and wanted to be ready for anything.
Kuro immediately clung to Kenma once they were out in the parking lot, his big hand warm in Kenma's as his fluffy ears were twitching at every foreign noise. Few people were in the shopping mall at this time and they barely paid a second glance to their small group. It's when they neared the hybrid pet store that Kenma was hyper-aware of the other hybrids inside ranging from canines, felines, small prey animals like bunnies, squirrels, and a chinchilla.
Shit, what was Kuro's prey drive like?
"Collars and leashes are over there, I think." Keiji noted and Kenma went over to follow him into the sprawling aisle lined with collars, harnesses, all sorts of leashes and muzzles too. Huh, muzzling Kuro never came to mind… but he should probably buy one anyway just to have on hand. Bokuto was just excited to pick out everything that he liked and Keiji had to tell him that he couldn't buy out half the aisle for the owl.
"Which one of these do you want, Kuro?"
A thoughtful expression formed on Kuro's face as he glanced over the collars on the shelf, made Kenma curious to what he was thinking. There was so much more to Kuro than just being a cute kitten who liked to curl up in Kenma's lap. Or attempt to. Hell, Kenma didn't have a clue as to how old Kuro was in the first place, but hybrids did age similarly to humans, their lifespan was in the triple digits though.
"I like this one," Kuro picked up a scarlet leather collar and held it out for Kenma, "I always liked red…"
"Alright, let's get a matching leash while we're at it."
Seeing Kuro's tail swish with happiness would always make Kenma's stomach flip.
The four wandered around the store, grabbing more toys and treats, along with a stack of books that Kenma would force himself to read. They were all about hybrid behaviors, training your hybrid, everything you need to know about feline hybrids and all subjects pertaining to that. The internet was a great place for research, but often led to rabbit holes on reddit and twitter that were filled with… interesting opinions and people.
Kenma strove to do what was best for Kuro.
Even when his brain would launch itself into the filthiest gutter when Kuro was on his knees and purring, waiting for Kenma to put the collar on him. Kenma had done so well too, containing his lewd thoughts into a box that exploded when he clipped the leash onto the collar too. Kuro was so pure and innocent… and here was Kenma trying not to think about how tugging the feline on a leash was making his cock fill with blood.
Going on a walk with your cat boy shouldn't be this taxing to your mental well being.
But once Kenma got past all of that, he'd bring Kuro out to the park that was about two blocks away and let him jog about, getting out his energy and fresh air. Kenma would work on his laptop or read one of the books that went on about hybrids, it was admittedly a nice change of scenery from being chained to his desk all day. Kuro was also notably happier and far less socially anxious as he would interact with the other neighborhood hybrids at the park.
Humans were still… a coin flip. Children mystified him since they were smaller humans and he'd never been around them in his previous environment. He liked women and they liked him right back as he always had that heart throb smile for them. He never shied away or flinched when they cooed over him, some would even ask to pet him and Kuro allowed it until Kenma's tolerance would run out.
Mine.
Kenma couldn't too surprised that Kuro had adverse reactions to men, his relaxed demeanor would instantly shift as he'd stiffen up and hide behind Kenma. If a male stranger lingered too long near their bench, Kuro would hiss and his entire body would be on alert. That's when Kenma figured they should stick to the more secluded parts of the park so there wouldn't be any sort of violent accidents.
Overall though, Kuro was well behaved in public and Kenma could possibly trust him to venture out alone. The laws varied in every prefecture, but in Tokyo hybrids could be out in public on their own as long as they were collared and/or microchipped. Some places required muzzles without their masters present, others were mandatory no matter what and of course there's a plethora of businesses that banned hybrids outright.
Ah… Kenma didn't travel too much these days, but that was another set of rules he'd need to look up if he brought Kuro anywhere.
"Dinner."
Kenma blinked over from his wall of monitors to see Kuro carrying a steaming plate of food that… he doesn't remember ordering.
"… Did you get takeout?" Kenma dumbly asks, he did let Kuro mess around the games on one of his old tablets and he's probably seen Kenma order food countless times on his phone.
"No, made it for master," Kuro grinned, his canines peeking out as he set the plate on his desk, "found recipe, got food, wanted to be good for you."
Kenma's gaze went from the admittedly deliciously smelling food to the excited hybrid with his wagging tail, "you can read Japanese? You can read?!"
Kuro was only slightly startled by the raised tone of Kenma's voice, "yes? Is that bad?"
"No, no it's… unexpected, but good, very good… could you always read?" Kenma searched back through his memories for any obvious signs he missed, but… it's not like he ever saw Kuro with his face in a book. He usually liked lounging in his cat form in the day and Kenma let him to his own devices when he was streaming late in the evening.
"I saw you reading and wanted to do it too, so when master works, I teach myself."
"It's been a… when did I buy those books…" Kenma murmured as his stomach grumbled and he reached out for the plate, "last month, a month and you've already figured out enough to read an entire recipe and manage to get the ingredients by yourself?"
"Yeah…" Kuro perked up as he watched Kenma lift the chopsticks to bring a piece of sliced beef to his lips. The noise that Kenma made when the savory flavours burst on his tongue and the meat practically melted, what the fuck, what is Kuroo Tetsurou?
"Good?" Kuro fidgeted in his place, his pretty eyes wide with his ears turned forward, full attention on Kenma.
"Great, better than anything I've ever tried to attempt…" Kenma said as he scooped up more and Kuro was purring with satisfaction, "how'd you teach yourself to read?"
"Videos and reading books from your library… the ones with lots of pictures."
Kenma nearly choked on his food as he quickly asked, "which pictures? Show me."
Kuro was always so eager to follow directions as he disappeared for a moment, Kenma had a large bookshelf in his room with his favorite manga and light novels. As well as several not-so-family friendly doujins that lined the bottom shelf because he didn't have any kids and not like his parents would be going through his bedroom anytime soon.
But. The cat.
Kuro came back with a stack of manga that had Kenma breathing a sigh of relief, it was about the trials and tribulations of high school volleyball — not the raunchy sex that the characters were having.
"Ah… so you like volleyball?" Kenma asked as Kuro nodded with his cute smile, "why didn't you tell me you were learning? I could've helped."
And possibly had my mind blown at how fucking fast you picked up Japanese.
"Wanted to surprise you… and serve master." It's true that Kuro was picking up the chores around the house and Kenma wasn't really about to stop him. Mystery lingered about Kuro's previous purpose or… role… but the puzzle pieces were slowly coming together.
"Let's eat together, I can push back my stream… tell me what you like about Hi Volley."
»Elite Hoes
what are the literacy rates of your pets :Me
Sunarin: samu can read
although he prefers when i read him something and crushes me with his fat body
Keiji: koutarou can also read, but he barely has the attention span for it
ok kuro just picked up japanese in a month and that's either some insane superhuman skill or he just. remembered how. idk :Me
Sunarin: whatever experiments they did in that weirdo lab
samu is a cooking machine he just makes everything so perfectly
Keiji: kou has super strength…… he can lift anything without breaking a sweat….
Sunarin: has he lifted U
Keiji: too many times
Sunarin: in what circumstances
tell me in detail
tbh I haven't tested kuro's strength…. or anything combat related :Me
what if i sign up him for boxing and he kills everyone
Sunarin: hot
Keiji: i don't think that's a good idea
Sunarin: that's a great idea actually
not the killing people
but unlocking his hidden skillset…
maybe… idk :Me
have you gotten anywhere with atsumu?
Sunarin: HES STUBBORNNNNN ugh
kiyo yelled at me to stop stressing him out so that's a dead end
though he did get one name, 'foster'. atsumu had crazy nightmares and would be screaming abt his name.
i havent asked samu cuz i don't wanna see him have a meltdown 💖
foster……. :Me
I'll ask around… maybe a fellow streamer knows about him.
Sunarin: use ur big boy rich boy connections!
keiji u ignored my question about the lifting
why is bokuto lifting u
Keiji: none of your business
Bouncing Ball did not have an official policy about hybrids.
Kenma allowed his employees to bring in pets as long as they weren't hellbent on causing destruction and were house trained, but otherwise? There was no reason to discuss hybrids at a company that doesn't deal with them in any capacity.
Did he need one written up? Maybe he'll forward that to legal.
The subject only came up since he needed to show his face at his company today and wanted to bring Kuro with him. He'd be doing performance reviews first thing in the morning and meeting with multiple developers who were pitching their games in the hopes that he would invest in them. Kuro would ideally hang out in his office or possibly wander around in his cat form while staying out of trouble.
The day started off just fine, no incidents as Kenma rode the train with Kuro on a leash and brought him up to the floor where his office was located. Kuro was amazed at how high up they were and plopped down on the oversized cat bed that Kenma told his assistant to buy earlier in the week. He was subdued in the daytime and would likely nap throughout the morning as Kenma saw to the revolving door of selected employees that he was praising for their work, promoting, demoting, or firing.
At some point Kuro came over to nudge his leg and squeezed his way under Kenma's desk why are you doing that and rested his head right on Kenma's thigh. Kenma made the mistake of looking down to see Kuro between his legs, rubbing his cheek along his inner thigh and yep, there goes his cock. Ignore it… Kenma maintained his professional air as he threaded his fingers in Kuro's messy hair and went on to this project manager about how well she'd been doing this quarter.
"Kenma…" Kuro purred, bumping his head up into Kenma's hand for more pets when the man slowed down. You know, it's a work of genius to have an adorable cat boy under your desk when you're firing three people in a row. By the time Kenma was finished up with the last person, he really needed to slip into his private bathroom to take care of himself.
"I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a few." Kenma rolled his chair backwards as those big hazel eyes looked up at him. And soft lips. And how would his cock look pushing into it—
Kenma has never sprang up faster from his desk chair and into the bathroom. He'll crank this one out quick, eat lunch, and go off to the conference room to meet these developers. He should probably leave Kuro in here, god knows he shouldn't be distracted during the presentations he'll be forced to sit through.
The only person that rules his mind is Kuro, he's not perverted enough to ever act on it, but the thought of that pretty kitten choking on his cock and swallowing down his seed was just enough. There's a bit of shame that wells up in his stomach when he glances at his hand covered in strings of semen, but… no one gets hurt if he just jerks off to Kuro. He's not going to fuck him.
… Right.
Lunch was a quick affair, Kuro was pleased to watch Kenma eat the bento he made for him and thrived in the praise. He was such a sweetheart… ugh. So of course Kenma let the feline follow him onto the elevator and down to the conference rooms. Eyes were on them as most were very surprised to see this taller cat hybrid trailing behind Kenma, but they weren't going to outwardly question the CEO, just wallow in their curiosity.
Kenma invited three others who worked with him to judge the various pitches and he'd give the final word on approvals and rejections.
"So it's true, you adopted a cat." Gentaro speaks first, although he rarely holds his tongue with Kenma, one of the reasons why Kenma's kept him around for thing long.
"Yeah, names Kuroo," Kenma casually introduces him to the others, "Yumeno Gentaro, Yukishiro Azuma, and Ran Nagisa — they'll be helping me with this meeting."
Kuro's sharp eyes darted between the three men, but he remained relaxed with just a small hum of acknowledgement, the best Kenma could expect. All four of them sat at the same side of the table, backs to the large window behind them.
"I should have brought mine…" Nagisa pulled out his phone to show the others his own hybrid pet, a smaller cat with bright fuchsia fur and big blue eyes. Then Gentaro had to show off his dog and they got even more distracted with the video of his Daisu chasing a pink rat.
Just how many people did he know with hybrid pets…? Was he not paying proper attention? Did they just not talk about them?
Ah, right… they had people to see. Judge. Possibly give money to.
Kuro was quiet, sitting by the window as he watched the birds fly about and people playing soccer on the rooftop not too far away. Kenma wasn't bored, but… there's only so many times he can be approached to invest in yet another waifu or husbando simulator. Yeah they're very easy money depending on if you can capture the whale market, however Kenma just didn't give a fuck unless they brought something new, innovative, creative to the table.
The third set of developers came in when Kenma was scrolling through his phone as he heard a deep growl from beside him. It all happened too fast for Kenma to properly react or even restrain Kuro from launching himself across the room as he pounced on one of the older men. A loud crash rang out as the glass wall was shattered from Kuro barreling through it and slamming the man onto the ground.
That's a lawsuit.
Kenma hurried to jump out of his seat, he's never witnessed Kuro in such an angry state, he'd also shifted into a more bestial form as his claws were out, his canines were even longer, and fur was covering more of his skin. Kuro snapped his jaws down at the terrified man, his claws already scratched through his suit and there were bloody marks left behind.
"Kuro, get off of him!" Kenma yelled as the others scattered away from the pissed off feline, "what are you doing?!"
Kuro let out an irritated hiss as he glared back at his Kenma, his kind eyes were dyed in anger, rage, "he's bad, he'll hurt Kenma."
"No he won't, I'm perfect fine, okay? You've kept me safe. I'm alright." Kenma kept himself calm despite facing down this hybrid that could possibly tear them all apart.
"He's one of them, he'll hurt you, he'll kill you." Kuro snapped back, "bad Kenma, he's bad. He's…"
"Okay, okay — look, we can let the police deal with it, Tetsurou," Kenma's voice was soft as he approached closer, "I need you to get your hand off of his throat and just, calm down, come to me."
Kuro's gaze was frantic as he looked from the man to Kenma, it was a long agonizing minute or so as no one wanted to set him off any further. He did release his hold on their throat and jumped back, scurrying off into the corner as Kenma quickly hurried over to him.
"It'll be okay, you'll be fine, I won't let him touch you." Kenma quietly whispered, not hesitating to take the bigger hybrid in his arms and feeling how much Kuro was shaking. Anyone else around them didn't matter as all Kenma cared about was calming down his Kuro, reminding him that he was still safe with Kenma, no harm would come to him.
Now… who is he?
Tokugawa Rai, he's the father of one of the game developers in that group and came for the purpose of talking up the investment angle. Kenma has to thank his assistant a dozen times over as they gathered background information for everyone who would apply for funding and there was a handy file on both Tokugawas. Rai looked like your average businessman who had his fingers in all sorts of things, but Kenma needed to search deeper when he had the time.
He forwarded the name and information for Rintaro and Keiji to sift through in the mere minutes he was alone in his office. Kuro had reverted back into his cat form and was being kept in Gentaro's office, who didn't mind taking care of him for the moment. Legal was already screaming in his emails and sent someone up, but Kenma was keeping them outside because he had to follow his gut feeling.
"Kuro knows you." Kenma simply says, his hands are in the pockets of his slacks as he stands in front of his desk. Tokugawa was patched up with an obvious bruise around his throat and probably more scratches underneath his suit.
"I've never seen him in my life," Tokugawa bit back, "that's a feral hybrid bitch who needs to be put down."
"He's been lucid all day and you're the only person he attacks? He's never gone after anyone, if anything he's an anxious wreck around strangers."
"All prey hybrids are unpredictable monsters, that's why muzzles are mandatory in most civil establishments."
"… I don't think a muzzle would've saved you there," Kenma plainly replied as Tokugawa's beady eyes narrowed back at him, "I'm just curious as to why Kuro chose you out of all these people to go after, are you sure there's no history?"
"There's nothing, except the lawyers you'll be facing from that beast lashing out at me."
Kenma's phone buzzed with a notification, he heard the annoyed scoff from Tokugawa as he picked it up from his desk.
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Sunarin: I asked My Guy
he confirmed that he's seen tokugawa
some group called musubi???
[5 IMGS SENT]
"You're telling me, this isn't you?" Kenma didn't bother moving as he held up his phone, making Tokugawa come to him. He picked the photo of Tokugawa with some other men and a few hybrids at their knees. He saw the recognition in his wrinkled eyes and flipped to another photo that had him balls deep in some deer hybrid.
"Where did you—"
"How about, I won't spread these and you tell me everything you know about Musubi? Promise I'll keep Kuro on a leash this time."
Its at times like this, Kenma is acutely reminded of just how much power he can wield when he wants to abuse it. And how fast a man can crumble from the mere threat of shaming his entire legacy because he was caught fucking a deer.
Kenma fully expected Kuro to remain in his cat form for days, maybe weeks, it was clear the hybrid was deeply traumatized from what he ran away from. Yet Kuro nervously waited in his doorway as Kenma had just put on his pajamas and was probably about to play something.
"Kuro?"
"Are you…" Kuro couldn't look Kenma in the eye as he stared at the floor, his tail curling around his wrist, "I was bad, I… deserve a punishment."
"Come here, sit right there." Kenma patted the spot in bed as Kuro paused for a moment, but finally his legs moved. He settled back against the pillows as Kenma grabbed his controller and plopped down in Kuro's lap.
The only sounds came from the television as Kenma navigated the PS5 menu to play one of his comfort games. Kuro was a bit stiff behind him, but he soon felt large arms encircling his middle and pulling him closer to his chest.
"Did he hurt you?"
"… Not me, but… there were others. They brought us here to see him and… his friends…" Kuro softly admitted, "we… broke out… there was a fight and Koutarou carried us away… but… ended up separated."
"You didn't do anything wrong, you protected me."
The arms around his waist squeezed him tighter, he felt Kuro pressing his face into his hair. Everything that Tokugawa confessed to lined up with their assumptions, although that man wasn't aware of whatever they were doing in labs. Kenma… honestly didn't know what to do or where to go… for now he was just relieved that Kuro was with him, away from that nightmare.
The bitter chill of a late November brings telltale signs of a coming winter as Kenma stepped out of the train station with Kuro's leash in hand, along with Keiji and Bokuto. Rintarou's place was about two blocks down and they'd been invited to stay the weekend since Sakusa was in town and brought Atsumu with him. Rintarou and Sakusa had been slowly poking and prodding the fox for more information and with the discovery of Tokugawa confessing to nearly everything he knew, that seemed to coax the fox into some sort of action.
Only took a few months, but, Kenma was willing to take the chance. Kuro still hadn't said much regarding the subject, Bokuto would have his… episodes from time to time where Keiji needed to calm him, Osamu remained silent. Kenma could almost forget where Kuro came from since he'd only made stellar progress week by week, especially when he pointed at the calendar only a week ago and noted that it was his birthday.
Kenma never scrambled faster to buy a cake for anyone. Or to get Keiji and Bokuto to his house asap for them to celebrate. There were questions on how old Kuro was and if they bothered with celebrating it back at the laboratory, but Kenma kept quiet because he wanted this to be a happy celebration. Just seeing Kuro's genuine smile was enough for Kenma, how he couldn't stop purring from having his closest friends and master with him too.
Only made Kenma want to spoil him more than he already does.
Just as expected, when seeing the actual Atsumu and not Osamu (but also Osamu too), all the hybrids were excited to reunite and chattered about in their native tongue. Sakusa was someone that Kenma would see maybe once or twice a year, they were never too close and once Sakusa moved to Osaka for work, their paths rarely crossed without Rintarou or Keiji being there. He was useful in getting Atsumu's attention before they all shifted into their animal forms and began zooming all over the place to play.
"Relax Omi-kun, I'll talk."
Rintarou's living room was a bit crowded, but Kenma claimed a spot on the couch to curl up in as Kuro placed his head right on his lap, his long body stretching out over the rest of the couch. Keiji and Bokuto took the love seat, Rintarou was fine on the floor… right where Osamu also laid on him and Sakusa just found a spot by the television to stand by as Atsumu was pacing a bit, gathering his words. It was already difficult for Kuro to speak about any of this and the guilt gnawed at Kenma's stomach as he rubbed Kuro's ears.
Maybe they didn't have to—
"Ah… I don't really know where ta start, the beginning? I've never had ta explain any of this since people just know, but y'all aren't in any of this, yer normal," From the moment Atsumu began to speak, Kenma quietly noted his natural cadence, how he clearly had a grasp over Japanese in comparison to most hybrids, "normal enough, I guess, but uh… all of us are from the same lab, facility, whatever the fuck ya wanna call it. Samson Foster runs it and I've been workin' with other escapees to get the other hybrids out, it's a whole underground operation… thanks to Kozume, we've gotten even more of Foster's connections compromised and it's been goin'… good, real well."
"The whole point of this place is they're growing hybrid soldiers and training them for secret missions and shit, under the table mercenaries for the military and whoever pays Foster for a fuckin' cat to assassinate their rival," Atsumu continued as Kenma briefly glanced at Kuro, "by growing, I mean we all came from test tubes, they use some accelerated aging shit and within a year or so, they pop us out of the tube when we're like… twelve, thirteen in human years? And then when the training starts, they see whatever special skills we have and abuse that shit by using the microchips to control our bodies."
"Bokkun with his strength, Tettsun and his elite combat skills, Samu and I were supposed to be duo berserk weapons, but Samu didn't like killin' all that much… I tried ta protect him when I could, but there's only so much I could do…" Atsumu paused for a long moment before sighing and running his hand through his hair, "I didn't want to abandon Samu, I never, ever meant to… but Shinsuke swore up and down that this was the only way I could escape and I just… I took it. Since then I've been doin' what I can to bring that asshole down… and I wanted ta ask Bokkun and Tettsun to join us."
That got Kuro's attention as he stiffened, but remained quiet.
"Ya don't hafta of course, but ya two were the strongest out of all the test subjects, ya always had the best results and people always wanted to pay out the fuckin' ass fer ya two, plus ya can get revenge on those fuckers."
So… Kuro's killed before?
"That's about it unless ya got questions…" Atsumu murmured.
"If you need additional funding, I'm willing to assist," Kenma replied as Atsumu's golden fox ears perked up, "just tell me how much and it's yours… as for Kuro, that'll be his choice."
"Master…" Kuro softly said, but he quickly looked away from Kenma's gaze, instead pulling himself off of the couch to head into the kitchen. Bokuto was quick to follow and Kenma wasn't sure if he should join them or what. Atsumu kicked Osamu's leg and growled at him to get up too, so Kenma figured out that he should stay out of this… for now.
"Did you know all of this, Kiyo?" Rintarou asked once the hybrids were gone.
"I figured out he let himself get caught just so he could find Osamu in that… shelter, then he kept disappearing and I followed him just one time, almost got my neck slashed open by a hybrid jaguar," Sakusa replied with a small sigh, "I apologize for lying to you, but he was quite paranoid and didn't want any of this getting back to Osamu."
"It's whatever, only confirms my assumptions," Rintarou stretched out his legs from his place on the floor, "I do want to help where I can, although I'm not very efficient with the murdering aspect."
"I haven't killed anyone."
"Yet," Rintarou, Keiji, and Kenma all spoke at once for Sakusa to glare back at them, but Rintarou just snickered, "I'd say we need a drink, but who knows how long the furry club meeting will be going."
"Can you be serious for once in your life?" Sakusa tutted.
"Just order some wine," Keiji said, "I don't want to be sober while thinking about… whatever Bokuto has done before meeting us."
"Agreed…" Kenma sighed, tugging his legs up to his chest as there was even more, dreadful context to Kuro's behaviors. How he spaced out at times. How he'd walk out whenever Kenma was playing a violent game that was a little too realistic. How he was so, so desperate to please Kenma and be good all the time.
Kuro was quiet the following day, they all were really. Atsumu got into the details of finance numbers and supplies they needed with Kenma. This was something he could deal with, numbers on a page, moving his cash so the government wouldn't sniff out anything. Atsumu was working with a few others that he mentioned, but Kenma trusted their group could pull this off after learning about several of their achievements in busting out hybrids from similar circumstances.
Would Kuro go with them? All the way off to Osaka? Kenma reminded himself that it was temporary thing… in the grand scheme. He'd never force Kuro to stay with him, only give him the means to recover and a place to call home. So… if he wanted to go back, wanted to get revenge on those who hurt him and experimented on him and did… awful, deplorable things to him…
Kenma wouldn't deny him that.
"Master…" It was just after an early dinner, the subject still hanging the air, but not enough to kill off the vibes entirely. The foxes and their owners left the others in the dining room and Kenma prepared himself as Kuro locked eyes with him.
"I don't want to go… I… I know I probably should, but I only want to fight to protect you… and Kou and Akaashi… I'll go if you tell me to."
For once Kuro wasn't… outwardly nervous, he was sitting straight, his ears forward, eyes focused like… like he was ready to take an order. Or a command.
"Okay, we can go home then."
The relief in Kuro's eyes, Kenma should have expected it when the feline grabbed him up in a tight hug. He glanced across the table to see Bokuto with a grin, his wings fluttering behind him.
Bokuto was going back with Atsumu and Sakusa, Keiji didn't try to fight it, but Kenma knew that his best friend wasn't exactly thrilled to see the owl go. What did surprise Kenma was the possessive kiss that Bokuto took Keiji in, taking his whole face in his hands and making sure Keiji really felt that one.
"I'll be back for you, Keiji, I promise!"
Kenma had… questions, but they could wait until they were back in Tokyo.
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Sunarin: u mind if i add kiyoomi
idc :Me
Keiji: it's fine
Kiyoomi has been added to the chat!
Sunarin: welcome !!!
so anyway we didn't have time to discuss this because of uhhhh vaguely gestures
but samu's rut is in like, two weeks
Kiyoomi: hello
wonderful topic to walk into
Sunarin: yw
so kenma has kuroo mentioned his heat at all?
I don't even know if he knows what a heat is :Me
Sunarin: okay well!!!! he's way overdue
the normal cycle is every 3-4 months
and the longer kuroo goes w/o a heat, it'll only be wayyyy more painful and awful when it does come
it's also just important for their biology and shit
right……. so do we let osamu and kuroo heatshare or something…? :Me
Sunarin: do you want osamu to impregnate kuroo with little fox-kitten babies
……… :Me
nevermind
Sunarin: exactly so you need to find some time in your schedule to induce his heat soon and well
help him out
or let him ride it out on his own
(bad idea)
or you can find some neutered alpha for him, there's services for that.
im very positive he'll shred any alpha creature that goes near him to ribbons :Me
what do u do for osamu
Sunarin: the fun option, obviously
oh :Me
Sunarin: don't act like you haven't thought about it
KIYOOMI BACK ME UP
Kiyoomi: is this why you invited me in here
Sunarin: well yes
Kiyoomi: (* ￣︿￣)
it's perfectly fine as long as they give consent and you don't go bragging about it
Keiji: is this where i confess to my sins
Sunarin: oh baby i already been knew
Keiji: ughhhhhhhh
KEIJI?????/ HOW LONG??? :Me
Keiji: well……. he kinda jumped me after a couple weeks and things happened………
Sunarin: keiji got a bird fetish
bo is pretty big tho sooooooooo
great for the size queen!
Keiji: ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜
Sunarin: so KENMA
it's totally chill
just be gentle with him
like.. super gentle i guess.
treat him like a virgin? :Me
Kiyoomi: yes
though my first time with atsumu was quite… rough…
Sunarin: samu was too scared of hurting me but ive trained him 🥰💖💖💖
Keiji: koutarou just has unlimited stamina
Sunarin: imagine if that owl could knot
Keiji: christ.
Kiyoomi: that's just atsumu tbh
i need a moment to process all of this :Me
DO U KNOW
HOW MANY TIMES
IVE JERKED OFF TO THIS FUCKING CAT????/
MY DICK SHOULD HAVE FELL OFF BY NOW
AND HERE ARE ALL OF U BREAKING LAWS
BUT IM TRYING TO KEEP MY DICK IN MY PANTS.
OR MY HANDS.
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ok.
sigh
how do i induce his heat.
Sunarin: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
Kiyoomi: sorry
Keiji: to be fair i wasn't sure how you'd react
im not blind, bokuto is also insanely hot and im sure putting those two together would fulfill some depraved fantasies in my head :Me
but its fine
if everyone i know is doing it… whatever…
Sunarin: lmaooooooo
okay sooooo
there's multiple ways to induce a heat but the most guaranteed is just buying some meds off the net.
ill hit up my guy and prob have them by next week
more shady shit, lovely :Me
Sunarin: if kuroo hasn't had his heat yet, even when all over you 24/7, he's gonna need some help
do u think he'll even want to see a vet?
ugh… absolutely not :Me
Sunarin: great! now buy some heat toys and get his nest ready and uhhh do the rest of that research.
this is for his own good!!
and a week of boning for u
i cant believe you're forcing me to become a cat fucker :Me
Sunarin: that's what best friends are for!! (～￣▽￣)～
Kenma's never owned this many sex toys at once in his life, like he had his drawer beside his bed and the various kinks he was into with his exes, but staring at the box full of heat toys that were specialized for hybrids… he'd definitely have to expand his thinking if he was going to help Kuro with his heat. There were articles, forum posts, and… extremely educational videos that Kenma watched, all of which really amounted to feline hybrids in heat needed to be fucked and knotted. Or just, fucked. A lot. Orgasms soothed their cramps and the waves that came with their heat and it was vastly preferable that they had a partner, whether it was an alpha type or an omega who would help them through the worst of it.
Kenma explored all his options, he did his research into the companies that offered heat partners of all genders and deep down he know that Kuro wouldn't ever be comfortable with a stranger in his nest. Kenma isn't sure if he'd be fine with that either, the thought of someone else with their hands all over Kuro had his stomach curling with possession. Kuro handling this alone wasn't possible either, Kenma would never want to bring harm onto Kuro in such an… easily preventable manner, when he could simply step in and take care of the needy kitten.
Honestly once Kenma got past the illegalities and moral failings of it all, he was a bit excited at the prospect of seeing Kuro in his most vulnerable state. Just looking over all the toys, the extra blankets, and pillows for Kuro's nest, the thought of Kuro depending on him for a week straight. Perhaps he inserted Kuro into those videos he watched, hearing them moan and cry for their master to fuck them and breed them full with kittens or pups or whatever.
Having Kuro like that… underneath him.. squirming and wet and… yes, Kenma jerked off before having this conversation. Kenma was also ready to have Kuro reject him entirely and he prepared with multiple other backup plans. He hadn't realized just how important a regular heat cycle was until he was skimming over articles and it was more than just popping out babies.
It affected their moods, hormone balances, prevented certain types of disease, tumors, and cancers from forming… they were rather necessary for a mammalian hybrid. And if Kuro's heat was delayed any longer, Kenma would have to take him to the vet or… some guy that Rintarou would probably direct him to and that was just another box of potential medical issues that'd be opened up.
So you know, Kenma was banking on this going smoothly.
He decided to approach Kuro when he was lazing about in his bedroom, there was a spot of sun on the bed that was made into a nest of Kenma's stolen —often dirty— clothing and Kuro was stretched out in the middle of it. His ears twitched at the sound of Kenma coming in as he turned over and his black tail thumped on the pile of clothing.
He was wearing one of Kenma's shirts that was definitely too small on him, but that just meant his toned stomach was exposed, along with his low riding sweats. He scooted over just enough for Kenma to pet his hair and let out a satisfied purr, he was still just so, so cute with everything he did. Kenma enjoyed the moment while he could, rubbing behind Kuro's ears as the feline closed his eyes in pleasure, he was only ever this comfortable in Kenma's presence, and Bokuto.
Keiji was getting there.
"I need to ask you something," Kenma started with as Kuro quietly blinked up at him, a question in his hazel eyes, "do you know what a heat is?"
That only earned him a slight head tilt.
"It's when your body is… well, hot, sweaty, very… uncomfortable, all you want to do is have sex and I'm told there's intense cramping and soreness."
Kuro pulled himself up to sit on his knees, eye to eye with Kenma as he grabbed one of the sweaters and held it with a silence lingering between them, "… yes, I've experienced that. They gave me pills to suppress them, but sometimes they would um… shoot me up with something to force a heat for a day or two… and they'd use me."
"Heats aren't supposed to work like that, they're a natural biological function for hybrids… and for an omega such as yourself. You'll have a heat every three to four months, but you haven't had a natural heat in years, haven't you?"
Kuro shook his head as he buried his fingers into the sweater and glanced at his lap, "It's only when I'd refuse or… I guess one of their clients wanted me to be in heat, that's the only time."
Kenma cautiously reached out to run his hand through Kuro's hair and down to his sharp jawline, he could feel how the much bigger feline was subtly shaking under his fingertips, "do you trust me, Kuro?"
Kuro's head never snapped up faster, despite the hint of tears welling up in his eyes, "I do, I'd do anything you wanted me to, master."
"Then you know that I'd only do what's best for you and your health… I have to induce your heat since you haven't had one in your time here," Kenma keeps his tone calm as Kuro's tail only flickers faster behind him, "I'll help you the whole way through, or if you want, I'll let you go through it alone—"
"No," Kuro jumped up to take Kenma by the shoulders, nearly knocking him backwards, "I don't wanna do it alone, I want Kenma, I know you wouldn't hurt me… you're not like them… please, don't make me do it alone."
"Relax, I'm here, Tetsurou," Kenma gave him a reassuring smile, "I cleared my schedule for next week, enough time for us to prepare and get ready."
"Tetsurou…" Kuro only seemed to catch that as Kenma was about to immediately apologize, "… you can call me that. It's okay."
"Yeah? You're good with all this?" Kenma went to wipe away one of the tears that rolled over his cheek, "I'd usually say we can wait, but… with Christmas at the end of the month, I'd have too much to do then and I don't want to put this off."
"I'm…" Kuro… Tetsurou, gulped as he sat back in his nest, "it's scary thinking about it, makes me feel like I want to throw up, but for master… I wanna be good for master."
"You will be good, no matter what, but I want you to tell me when you feel uncomfortable or when it hurts or… if you don't want to," Kenma crawled up onto the nest as Tetsurou immediately perked up and laid himself on top of his master once Kenma laid back on the pillows, "if you tell me to stop, I will. I don't want you to deal with any pain or discomfort for the sake of it, alright? This is about you, not me."
"Yes master," Tetsurou wrapped his arms around Kenma's middle, squishing his cheek on Kenma's chest, "I know you'll be nice."
"Yeah…" Kenma couldn't help his smile as Tetsurou successfully held him hostage as a body pillow, he was probably scenting him too, "if… if it's too much, we can still do it after the new year, or… whenever you absolutely want to."
"When master says so." Tetsurou feels like complete dead weight on Kenma, his tail lazily swinging back and forth.
There were a number of outcomes for this conversation, but of course Tetsurou trusted Kenma's judgment, trusted him to be kind, trusted him to never be cruel. His undying loyalty to Kenma, the increased dependence… if it wasn't Kenma or his other close friends, he held zero concern for it. It's almost as if the meeting with Atsumu didn't happen, he was only a bit saddened that Bokuto was in Osaka so they couldn't play together.
Kenma wouldn't pry further… not when they had Tetsurou's heat to focus on. The hybrid was excited about the new nesting materials and making something to please his master. He was also curious about the heat toys, but he didn't know how to use any of them… he sniffed them. Stared at them. Held one of the more bigger, more expensive vibrators as he observed it. Put it into his mouth which made Kenma's dick twitch.
And then bit into it. Cleanly. In half. This made Kenma's dick wilt. And Kenma had to hurry to get that out of his mouth so Tetsurou wouldn't accidentally swallow any parts. He didn't know how much that vibrator cost, nor was he going to look it up, but no more toys near Tetsurou's sharp fangs. Or his own very human cock.
Probably.
Food was packed in the fridge, Keiji and Rintarou were notified the morning of, Kenma… well, this was like a brand new game that he was going in blind to. He could spend hours researching as much as he wanted, but Tetsurou had enough trauma that Kenma didn't know how he'd react to anything remotely sexual. He wasn't scared or anxious, he wanted to do good for Tetsurou, wanted to overwrite those terrible memories that stacked up in his brain.
Tetsurou couldn't look at the syringe and needle, he closed his eyes and turned his head as Kenma brought the needle to the muscle of his thigh. There were tremors that made Kenma feel awful, but he was quick to deliver the jab and injected the medicine that would induce his heat. It'd take at least an hour or two for Tetsurou to feel the effects as they were in his nest and Kenma soothed Tetsurou with cuddling him.
As well as with kisses on his forehead, cheeks, jawline, and his soft lips. The blush that fanned across Tetsurou's cheeks was gorgeous, made Kenma greedy to kiss him again. And again. Tetsurou melted into each and every one, his arms looping around Kenma's shoulders while his legs spread a little more for his master, instincts giving in to the blooming heat in his core.
Ah… it's really been too long since Kenma kissed anyone…
"So good for me…" Kenma murmured against Tetsurou's golden skin, his lips tracing kisses down his warm neck as Tetsurou whined. His hand slipped down Tetsurou's side, he as only wearing small shorts and an old crop top that Kenma swore he lost (even before Tetsurou arrived). His fingertips grazed over Tetsurou's body, seeing and feeling how the feline hybrid reacted to his every touch, every sound… was that how it was like fucking a cat in heat?
His own cock throbbed at the thought, but he knew the very first waves would be the worst and Tetsurou was bound to be incredibly sensitive without having touched himself there. Kenma lingered though, giving Tetsurou numerous hickeys on the column of his neck, reveling in how needy Tetsurou was for him… how powerful Tetsurou could be, yet all he desired was his master.
"Master, it… it feels weird… it hurts…" Tetsurou whined as Kenma pulled back and glanced between Tetsurou's legs. There was already a damp spot on his tiny shorts and Kenma wouldn't tease him as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them off of his long legs. Kenma's going to count this as the first real view he's gotten of Tetsurou's cunt, without him feeling like a massive fucking pervert, and he was drooling as he saw how wet and slick that pretty pink hole was for him.
Control yourself…
A spread of toys was to the side of them, he picked up a smaller rabbit vibrator as Tetsurou was whimpering for him, wanting to be touched, "I'm gonna use this first, okay? It's like when you purr for me, but it'll be more… intense."
Tetsurou just nodded, his tail hitting the bed as Kenma held onto his inner thigh and introduced the small toy right onto Tetsurou's swollen clit. The vibrations were low as he hit the button and he was fixed on Tetsurou's reaction, but the friction must've felt divine to the feline as he bucked upwards. Kenma hit the button again to raise up the level and pressed the toy on his clit harder, getting an actual yowl from Tetsurou.
His body jerked and he bared his sharp canines as he came within seconds of Kenma rubbing the toy on the sensitive nub, his slick gushed out from his hole and onto the blanket underneath.
"You're okay, kitten?" Kenma asked as he pulled the toy away and leaned over to kiss Tetsurou's cheek, "was it too much?"
"… Good, doesn't hurt anymore, but… I never… what was that?" Tetsurou's catlike eyes were big, full of curiosity as he asked, "… can you do that again?"
"That's an orgasm, it's what happens when I stimulate you here…" Kenma rubbed the toy around his clit and his dripping hole, making the feline jump, "felt good, right?"
"Yes, yes… again, please? Please master."
"Anything for my precious kitten." Kenma captured his lips in kiss, although it was more Tetsurou moaning into it as that vibrator was worked on his cunt. He scrambled to grab on Kenma's bicep as sweet noises filtered out of his mouth, Kenma's fingers were soaked in his arousal and he hadn't even pushed one inside yet. But this was great for now, abusing his pretty hybrids clit to see just how much he'd come, see how overstimulated he got from the vibrator that he couldn't squirm away from.
A gorgeous sight.
"I'm going to put my fingers in you, so I can stretch you out for another toy." Kenma said as Tetsurou just hummed, his eyes were glazed over and he didn't appear distressed at all. Kenma was still slow with it, he remembers the anger in Tetsurou's eyes during the Bathroom Incident, as he slips in one finger first.
"God, you're soaked for me…" Kenma murmured, gently pumping his one finger as Tetsurou softly begs for him, master, master as if he didn't know what else to say, "have you touched yourself at all here?"
"No… never felt like this, it was always… it always hurt…" Tetsurou said, his hips idly rocking down on that one finger, "m-more, I want more."
"That's it, I'm the only one that'll make you feel good," Kenma looked into those lust filled eyes as he pushed in two fingers, "just focus on me, how I'm making you feel right now."
Tetsurou leaned up to kiss him once more, their tongues messy as they met, the wet sounds of Tetsurou's cunt being fucked rang through the air. Kenma didn't really need to keep track of the time like this, didn't have to worry about someone getting attached, didn't need to stress over what this meant. Tetsurou was more than willing, happy to lay here and let Kenma do absolutely anything to him, all he craved was master's approval.
His love.
"One more? Then I'll fuck you with another toy." Kenma said, sliding in his third finger along side the other two. Tetsurou already looked so fucked out, so needy for a cock, just like in Kenma's dirty fantasies. His submission for master was scratching something in Kenma's brain, something he dutifully ignored for months while living under the same roof as Tetsurou. His pet.
"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you? Always wanting to be a good pet." Kenma pushed up the thin, old fabric of the crop top to reveal Tetsurou's plush tits. Too many times he's seen Tetsurou shirtless around the house. Too many times he's wanted to suck on his tits like a fucking degenerate.
He kissed and nipped and bit down on his muscled flesh as Tetsurou whined for him, arcing his chest up when Kenma's lips were near his nipple. His tongue swirled around it as he made eye contact with Tetsurou, feeling how his warm walls tightened around his fingers. He then latched his lips onto his nipple and sucked on it, his fingers moving at a punishing pace too.
The noises that Tetsurou made were pure music to his ears, his little moans, his soft gaps, the fucking meowing that he'd break out into. All of it had his cock leaking and begging for attention. Tetsurou being reduced to a pet that he just wanted to fuck the daylights out of, Kenma was getting the appeal real quickly. Why all sorts of men had paid to have a taste of him.
Kenma moved to his other nipple, curling his fingers inside of the feline as he cried Kenma's name, every neighbor on their block was going to know what was going down here. That only fueled him as he keep giving attention to his tits and felt the warmth of slick running down his wrist, coming again like a good kitten.
"Good boy, I think you're ready for something bigger." Kenma pulled his hand away and saw the strings of arousal that connected to his fingers, then discarded the thought of drying it off on a towel as he licked his fingers. Tastes sweet…
"Master… inside…" Tetsurou pouted, he did not want to be empty, when as Kenma was busy licking off his fingers. Cute. He nabbed another vibrator, it was much bigger and a bright shade of pink, Tetsurou didn't seem to like the fleshy ones and eh, Kenma couldn't blame him.
Kenma pushed his fingers back inside of him, if only to collect the slick there to lube up the vibrator as Tetsurou squirmed, "I'm putting it in now, Tetsurou."
Tetsurou sighed as the head of the toy was thrust into him, then slightly froze up with the rest, his eyes tightly closing, "… Tetsurou? Do you want me to stop?"
"No… just… a little scared…"
Kenma pressed a kiss onto Tetsurou's inner thigh, followed by more of them as Tetsurou slowly relaxed. His tail softly slapped against the nest as he went to hold onto a nearby pillow and looked down at Kenma.
"You stopped…"
"Wanted to wait on you."
Tetsurou squeezed onto the pillow, burying his nose into it, "… It's okay."
Kenma hummed in response, leaving kisses along his waistline as he thrust the toy in. He hit a button for the the pulsing vibration to make Tetsurou cutely moan, but his tension appeared to melt away. Kenma picked up the rabbit vibrator to press it onto his sensitive clit and oh, the combination had Tetsurou nearly ripping this pillow into two halves.
Delicious.
Kenma fucked him with the vibrator and played around with his clit as Tetsurou moaned and yowled for him, his hand was soaked within minutes from the pleasure his pet was feeling. He loved to see it, loved that Tetsurou was a wrecked mess under his hands, loved how this cat was dripping with slick and making a puddle on his nest.
"Yes, yes, yes… master! Don't stop… please, I love this…" Tetsurou babbled, Kenma had a feeling his kitten was into being overstimulated as he kept thrusting the toy in long after he came. There were tears in Tetsurou's eyes as he plead for Kenma to keep going, he didn't want to be empty, master had to keep fucking him, wanted to be so, so good for him. Tetsurou was ridiculously pretty when he cried.
Kenma did have to check his phone for the time though, just to make sure they didn't miss lunch. And he had to hydrate his pet. Tetsurou wasn't complaining too much about cramps as he was satisfied for now… but they still had a week left.
It's on day three that Tetsurou's heat escalated, and Kenma might say it was the peak of his heat as Tetsurou was downright impossible to satisfy. He woke up whiny while Kenma was still asleep, his only goal was master and master's cock and he nudged his face right up on Kenma's crotch. Kenma still hadn't actually fucked him with it and Tetsurou was feeling desperate, empty, and his cunt was soaking his thighs already.
He ran his tongue over Kenma's boxers, huffing and whimpering more for what was inside of them, frustrated that master wasn't answering him. He hated that the fabric was in the way and with his heat addled, primal brain, he used his claws to tear it away without leaving a scratch on Kenma. His hot, wet tongue licked a wet stripe up his shaft and he needed to taste more of him, had to get master in his mouth.
He knows the other humans liked this sort of thing, they'd hold his head down and fuck into his mouth despite Tetsurou choking and gagging. But Kenma was asleep, Tetsurou could go at his own pace… and he liked the feeling of how hard Kenma was on his tongue, the bitter taste of his precome too. This did nothing to solve the ache between his legs, but his overwhelming urge to serve master, please master… he wanted to be called a good boy, a pretty kitten.
"Shit." Kenma blurted out, big golden eyes looked down at the feline with his cock in his mouth, his very sharp, very dangerous mouth.
"Master, master…" Tetsurou shot forwards, wanting Kenma's attention, the moment his cunt rubbed against Kenma's thigh he began grinding down on him, "need you, am I being good for you?"
"Yes, yeah you are." Kenma was still half-asleep, but that didn't stop either of them from the needy kisses and Kenma encouraging him to use his thigh. Over and over, Tetsurou was begging for his praise, whining for any relief, he really didn't want to be a disappointment to master. It was like that all morning, Kenma couldn't even leave the nest without Tetsurou crying for him to stay, why is he abandoning him, did he do something wrong?
"You're doing great, okay? Does it still hurt?" Kenma asked right after having Tetsurou come on his fingers and the hybrid nodded with a pout, "… I have an idea, I'm not leaving the room, I just need to get something."
Tetsurou still didn't want Kenma to leave, but his hazel eyes tracked him as he hopped off the bed to dig through the heat toy box and found two things. He remembered a very specific reddit post about this, something about their hybrid acting up until he wore this. Kenma thought it was silly at the time, but maybe that's what Tetsurou needed… a little familiarity.
He put the white cat ears on his messy hair and turned around, the second object as a dildo in his other hand. Tetsurou crawled over to inspect him, his head tilted in that adorable way once he saw the ears.
"You're like me."
"Yeah… and uh…" Kenma swallowed whatever was left of his pride as he locked eyes with Tetsurou, "alpha's gonna knot you, as long as you're good and present for me."
"Alpha…"
Kenma didn't know what the hell to expect, maybe he'd read too many of those damn yaoi manga, but a switch obviously flipped in Tetsurou as he turned around and knelt forward on his elbows, ass hiked up in the air.
"Want alpha, wanna be bred… Kenma."
Well, Kenma can't ignore the sight of Tetsurou's drooling cunt right in his face and it's about time that he pushed his tongue right in there. He set the toy aside as he grabbed Tetsurou's ass cheeks and squeezed them, kneaded them as he saw just how wet his gorgeous hole was. He pulled Tetsurou closer to the edge of the bed as he ducked his head and gave a greedy lick, fuck he tastes amazing, and Tetsurou was moaning like Kenma's never touched him before.
He must be extremely sensitive right about now. Kenma delved his tongue into his warm core though, delighting in Tetsurou's reactions and how he's been dying to get his tongue into him. Part of him was trying to stick to toys and his fingers so he wouldn't scare or further traumatize Tetsurou, but god knows he was imagining how his cock would feel inside of him.
Yet… also having Tetsurou buck backwards for more, he must've loved the feeling of his tongue licking into him, soon to be joined by his fingers. Kenma was greedy, licking and slurping up every drop that he could, using his thumb to get Tetsurou even louder when he gave any attention to his clit. Alpha, alpha, alpha… yeah, that also fucked with his brain in the best of ways.
Kenma's mouth and chin were absolutely wet and shiny with slick by time he pulled away, Tetsurou's cunt just kept gushing with it. He spanked the hybrid to get him moving forward, closer into the middle of his nest as Kenma got on and knelt behind him. He'd tested how this toy worked before Tetsurou's heat and hoped this would be enough since it's not like Kenma could knot Tetsurou himself. Shame.
"You want my knot, pet? You want a full litter inside of you?" Kenma pressed the dildo into Tetsurou with no hesitation, it was one of the biggest he'd ordered and Tetsurou's cunt was so accepting of it.
"Please, master I need it…" Tetsurou sighed, Kenma caught sight of the torn articles of clothing from his claws having been out, ah.
"You've been so good for me, you're the only pretty boy I need." Kenma leaned over Tetsurou as he fucked the toy into him, the sight of his beautiful feline stretched out and crying on this cock, he loved it. His other hand scruffed the back of Tetsurou's neck and that further had Tetsurou relaxing into submission, not as high strung and whiny. Just needed a cock keeping him happy.
Kenma's finger hit one of the buttons, hoping it was right one as he continued to drive this into Tetsurou. He felt that black tail wrapping around his bicep and saw Tetsurou clawing at the blanket, practically tearing it to shreds, master, I feel master's knot… so big…
"I knew you could take it." Kenma drawled, squeezing a little harder on the nape of his neck as a fresh wave of slick dripped down his fingers and Tetsurou's thighs. He pulled back once Tetsurou was totally mellow, softly purring now that there was a huge knot stuffing him. Kenma was a big fan of seeing it too, who knew such a tight pussy could stretch that wide?
The cat ears stayed on for the rest of the day since Kenma forgot about them and Tetsurou seemed to love the view of Kenma with his soft, white ears while lazily eating him out. His goal wasn't to specifically make his feline come, but he chilled out far more with a tongue licking into him, eager to please and devour every drop that Tetsurou would give him. Lidded hazel eyes looked down on him, Tetsurou reached out to link their fingers together and rocked his cunt against Kenma's mouth.
Kenma ground his own hips on the nest, his cock was neglected and the longer he lay between Tetsurou's thighs, the more he wanted so badly to fuck him. Was it the side effects of the heat that Tetsurou didn't have any severe reactions? Did Kenma manage to ease him into being comfortable with it all? Maybe it was all Tetsurou's primal instincts that he had to obey his master…
Ugh, what if he just listened to Rintarou for once?
Kenma's jaw was positively aching by the late evening and he still had to make sure Tetsurou ate something… he might have gotten a little too distracted with a mouth full of pussy. Tetsurou allowed him to leave just for a few minutes, long enough to grab some food and use the bathroom and tell his best friends that he wasn't dead, yet. Tetsurou was all purring and cuddles when he returned, happy to be fed by master and perhaps he'd sleep through the night.
Well, he kinda did. Kenma isn't sure, he woke up to Tetsurou humping his leg again and playing with his hard cock. His wide eyes were fixed on watching his own hand go up and down, seeing how Kenma's cock leaked onto his soft tummy. The drag of Tetsurou's wet cunt on his thigh as Kenma slowly woke, how god damn heavy this hybrid was on top of him, but Kenma was more than happy to let Tetsurou explore him at his own pace.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Tetsurou?"
Tetsurou's ears twitched at the question, his eyes flickered up to Kenma's drowsy face and he gave his master a quiet nod, "… Hurts right now, I can't stop thinking of you inside me… and I know I want it…"
"How do you want me?" Kenma leaned forward a bit to press kisses along Tetsurou's neck as his hand rested on his lower back.
"Wanna see master, wanna kiss you…" Tetsurou's eyes fluttered closed as Kenma sucked in another hickey on his neck, his hips moved faster.
"Come on my thigh, then I'll give you my cock, be a good kitten for me." Kenma gave a small bite to the junction between his neck and shoulder as Tetsurou whined. His hand shifted lower too, groping Tetsurou's ass and encouraging him to keep chasing his pleasure. This felt different from the feverish haze Tetsurou was in yesterday, too panicked to let Kenma out of his sights and the waves of heat hitting him constantly.
Kenma's fingers slipped lower, two of them pushing into his hot core as Tetsurou moaned and whined, so close. Kenma's leg was already soaked with arousal, Tetsurou had to be excited about what was coming next… aching for his cock. Hell, Kenma was so focused on Tetsurou's pleasure that the hand still moving on his cock had him gasping.
"You too… master feel good…" Tetsurou's sultry tone could have made him explode on the spot, and it wasn't too long before they were both in orgasmic bliss. The kiss they shared was languid and lingering, full of… something that Kenma hasn't really felt in a long time for someone else. He would push those thoughts aside just like his tongue in Tetsurou's mouth, his logical brain was being overruled by getting his dick into this cat.
"On your back for me." Kenma whispered against his lips, giving his backside a soft pat before Tetsurou rolled off of him and scooted over towards the middle of the nest. Kenma sat back for a bit, watching as the hybrid quietly organized the clothing and blankets and a few plushies into their rightful spots, was it nerves or wanting to impress master?
Tetsurou flopped onto his back soon afterwards though, his cheeks tinted pink and legs spread in a silent invitation. Kenma's movements were gentle as he settled between Tetsurou's thick thighs, he made sure to spoil his pet with more kisses as he fingered him. Kenma couldn't sense any anxiety or fear, Tetsurou wasn't tense either… just content to let Kenma take control as he had been, trusting him to make this good and continue to erase those bad memories.
"You'll tell me if you want me to stop, right?" Kenma used the slick from Tetsurou's cunt to slather over his cock and sighed from the brief friction of his own fist.
"I will, but it's you… I love my master."
A tug on Kenma's heart had him pausing for a moment, was that it… he replied with a kiss as he lined his cock up and thrust into Tetsurou. The hybrid let out the sweetest moan, his hands scrambled to grab the sheets as Kenma set a quick pace right off, knowing Tetsurou could take it. The toys he'd used on Tetsurou were bigger than Kenma's average size, but that barely mattered when Tetsurou was acting like this.
"Is this what you've been waiting for? None of those toys got you squirming like this." Kenma's golden eyes were transfixed, Tetsurou really was beautiful with a cock rocking inside of him. Nevermind just how tight and warm he was around Kenma, it's everything he'd been fantasizing of whenever he jerked off to him.
Kenma almost, almost regrets not fucking him sooner, knowing that in the back of his mind that Tetsurou probably wouldn't say no either way. But, he wouldn't be pulling these genuine reactions out of him if he did, he wouldn't see the sheer ecstasy on Tetsurou's pretty face. Kenma couldn't fathom anything better than this moment, right here, Tetsurou willingly being so vulnerable with him, begging that he won't stop.
It takes a few experimental thrusts for Kenma to know when he hits that spot to make Tetsurou's back arch off the bed, for his eyes to roll back as Kenma repeatedly fucks into him. Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, divine, delicious, drop dead sexy as hell… how can a deadly weapon be like this?
Because Tetsurou was so much more than that…
Kenma brought a hand onto Tetsurou's swollen clit, rubbing in tight circles as Tetsurou cried his name, his lovely voice would be heard by them all. He was so damn wet too, so horny for his master's cock, Kenma was a fucking addict on the first thrust in.
"Kenma… Kenma… keep going… master!" All of his begging and moaning and whimpering, it'd be on repeat in Kenma's dreams after this week. The heavenly feeling of Tetsurou clenching down on him, wanting to stay stuffed and just how he soaked his nest.
"Oh, look at you, none of those toys could make you squirt like this," Kenma mused as there was a mess of a puddle dripping down his cock and beneath them, "only your master can fuck your tight little pussy right."
That only drove Tetsurou more wild, he wrapped his legs around the smaller human and begged to be bred, wanted a fat knot. Kenma could not do that second thing, but the first? Well… maybe. Big maybe. Tetsurou was holding him hostage with his long legs and Kenma didn't plan on going anywhere.
He fell forward to suck in more marks on his neck, his shoulders, his big tits as he ground into Tetsurou's cunt. The sharp sting of nails dragging into his back only fueled him, had him racing closer to his climax. Yes, yes, yes Tetsurou clearly wanted more of everything and Kenma was lost in it all, his cock soon pulsed inside of Tetsurou, spilling his hot seed in him.
That… triggered something else in his pet. He was starved for Kenma's cock. He was hungry to have his come making a mess inside his cunt. And all that fourth day (and night), Kenma was fucked ragged by Tetsurou begging and constantly touching him so his cock was hard and obviously ready to breed him. Seems once Tetsurou broke past his fear of all… that, he wasn't shy any longer, the heat probably encouraged him even more to seek out master to knock him up.
And that's how on day five, somewhere in the afternoon, Kenma doesn't know when, only that he was groggy and waking up to Tetsurou straddling him. He… didn't have any complaints as Tetsurou bounced himself on his cock, just laid back and held onto his slutty waist. Tetsurou was purring too, bliss all over his face while fucking himself and using his master like a lazy dildo, the view was amazing.
His skin was still marked up with hickeys and bites and possessive marks from Kenma and watching his cock disappear into that tight hole over and over… Kenma was only a fucking man.
"Can't even wait on me to be conscious, so obsessed with having my cock in you." Kenma slapped Tetsurou's backside as he moaned in response, "think you can just take whatever and whenever you want, huh?"
"Don't wanna be empty, always want Kenma…"
Another, harsher smack, "address me properly, pet."
"Master!" Tetsurou slammed himself down, his cunt cutely tightening up around Kenma with the spank.
"You love that, such a slut for me." Kenma slapped his ass again… and again because who could really help themselves? Tetsurou was definitely cock drunk, his eyes glazed over as he planted his hands on Kenma's chest and whined. Kenma grabbed his plush ass cheeks and fucked up into him, enamored with how happy Tetsurou was just like this.
He wanted to keep Tetsurou like this, always living in bliss without a single worry in his pretty head. Kenma just might die from overexertion and Tetsurou being so greedy to milk every last drop of semen from him, but worth it. He deserved it all, what better way to go out, really?
"Master…" Tetsurou nuzzled Kenma's neck as his purring grew a little louder and he licked him, too cute. They shifted into a slower grind, Tetsurou was still burning hot to the touch and his weight was heavy on Kenma. His cock was nestled in such a nice place though, drenched in Tetsurou's slick… and something warmer that was streaming out onto Kenma's waist.
… That was not slick.
"Tetsurou, are you pissing on me?" Kenma blurted out as the hybrid just licked his neck again, it should probably be more gross, but…
"Mine…" Tetsurou's fangs grazed his skin, "mine."
"You're… marking me?" Kenma read about this… somewhere… his horny brain was too distracted by how turned on it was by Tetsurou doing literally anything apparently.
"My master…" Tetsurou gave his neck just a small, little love bite before pulling back and the hot stream of piss stopped, "… I can't bite you, I don't want to accidentally… hurt you… so I mark you like this."
It was that shy smile, the way Tetsurou's ears were pinned back that had Kenma's heart swelling in his chest, "is it okay? Did I do good?"
"Yeah… yeah, very good of you," Kenma ran his hands up and down Tetsurou's sides, delighting in the vibrations around his still hard cock, "need to see you come for me too."
… Then I'll clean up…
The energy drinks he kept stocked up came in handy for that fifth night, it felt like Tetsurou's heat was slowly ebbing away, but there were still some flare ups that had Tetsurou crawling all over him. Demanding to be fucked. Pushing his own fingers into his cunt once Kenma pulled out, he wanted all that come to stay inside of him. Kenma's own mental state was teetering with having such a clingy and needy bottom vying for his attention, but in a fantastic way.
And he really thought they'd covered the spectrum of body fluids now that Tetsurou pissed on him a couple more times… notably with Kenma purposely pressing down on his bladder when he was fucking into him. A different thrill shot up his spine when Tetsurou would lose control and piss all over himself when Kenma's cock was buried in him, like all that house training went out of the window. Kenma really, really loved that, just made Tetsurou even more adorable than he already was… a slutty kitten wetting himself from being fucked too good.
Tetsurou also just, needed Kenma smelling like him. So only for his pet would he push off showering for a bit. The shit Kenma does to make Tetsurou happy…
But it's on the sixth day that Kenma is very… blessed in his humble opinion. Tetsurou was complaining about his chest being sore after they'd eaten lunch and Kenma dragged Tetsurou out of the nest to bathe him. There was no point in dressing Tetsurou this entire week since the clothes would be torn off within seconds and Kenma was marathon fucking him anyway.
Tetsurou was very naked and sitting on his nest, pouting down at his chest while squeezing it, wondering why it was suddenly sore. Kenma came over to see if all that biting had injured him somehow and he blinked as he saw a bead of milk coming out of his left nipple. Spontaneous lactation is common during heats…
"I'll help you out, just lay back." Kenma softly said as the worry eased away from Tetsurou's face. He sat on Tetsurou's waist and went to massage his tits, carefully caressing around his nipples as Tetsurou subconsciously pushed his chest up into his hands.
Kenma didn't think to ask, he just moved as he wrapped his lips around one of the nipples drizzling milk and groaned at the sweet taste.
"Ma-master!" Tetsurou's cheeks were bright, his ears turned forward as Kenma kept sucking the milk from his breast, "that's… what are you doing?"
"Don't be embarrassed, this happens on heats and… there's no point in wasting it when I'm here." Kenma casually replied before going back to busying himself with drinking down his milk. Tetsurou shyly glanced away, was this really more embarrassing that marking Kenma with piss? And Kenma couldn't help his wandering hand from playing with his cunt.
So wet already.
Tetsurou whined, always so welcoming to fingers thrusting into him and Kenma pretty much gave up on having any remaining dignity. He moved to the other nipple once the first had run dry and loved the burst of milk from the second, he could do this all day. Even better with Tetsurou being shy and adorable about it.
"Still sore?" Kenma popped his lips off to ask, his fingers were buried knuckles deep into his core, Tetsurou was absolutely distracted.
"A little, but… it's better…" Tetsurou said, "you always make me feel good, master."
"I'm the only one who can," Kenma remarked, "the only one who can fuck you into submission like this."
"Yes… yes…" Tetsurou grasped as Kenma went to suckle once more, his fingers working wonders on his pussy, he'll probably eat him out after this. Then fuck him. The clock was ticking and Kenma would need to return to the real world soon enough.. but would this change anything?
How would Tetsurou act once the heat brain settled? Kenma just hopes it'll be okay.
"Can I…" Tetsurou started, his eyes flicking over to the box with the toys, "… I want the knot and um… that small one…"
"Whatever the princess asks for." Kenma gave one more lick to his nipple and pushed up to kiss his cute kitten, another day and this would be over.
»Elite Hoes
i lived :Me
Keiji: proud of you!
Sunarin: you got through your first heat gg
details
Kiyoomi: congrats
🎉
thank u thank u :Me
no details you fucking perv
Sunarin: (///￣皿￣)○～
maybe next time we meet up :Me
i am EXHAUSTED THO
had enough sex to last me a lifetime
christ
how u do this every 3 months
Sunarin: lmaoooo
well i just lay there and osamu picks a hole
alright fair :Me
Kiyoomi: i recommend restraints
although atsumu broke the last ones so
Keiji: not even surprised
Kiyoomi: ugh
Sunarin: you'll get used to it
sometimes i play ✨ both roles ✨
osamu gets excited when i decide to fuck him
hmmmmmmmmmmmm :Me
need to invest in a strap for kuro
Kiyoomi: atsumu would bite my head off if i ever tried
Sunarin: lololololllllllll
ur lazy as fuck anyway
Kiyoomi: im not
i just have my preferences…
Keiji: scared my coworker with how loud i laughed at the thought of fucking bo
Sunarin: idk he's got a nice ass!! u should Try
Keiji: ill consider it… 🤔
im going to hibernate for a day or two :Me
we should get together sometime
mb after christmas
tetsurou says hi
aaaaand now he's going down on me
see ya
Sunarin: EMBRACE THE CAT FUCKING, KENMA
you're pretty much a cat anyway it's like reuniting w/ your species idk
Keiji: how about we go to osaka?
Sunarin: lets stay at omi's place
Kiyoomi: what
Keiji: alrighty
Sunarin: ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ
🐈⬛
"I missed you."
A soft purr resonated from Tetsurou's chest as he looped his arms around Koutarou's neck and held his best friend. The evening chill out on the balcony didn't bother either of them as Koutarou hugged Tetsurou by his slim waist and his wings fluttered.
"Missed you too, that's the longest time we've spent apart, huh?" Koutarou mused as Tetsurou was just content to hear his cheerful voice again, to have his comforting scent right under his nose.
"I think so…" Tetsurou pulled back to see the familiar smile on Koutarou's face, there were no visible scars or bruises, but they may be underneath his clothing, "I was worried, I thought maybe I should've gone anyway…"
"Nah, we had it all handled! Me, Tsum-Tsum, the other guys he's been working with," Koutarou grinned, "he hired some hacker person who got into their systems and specifically the logs of the people who hurt you.. I hunted down most of them. The ones I couldn't find were either overseas or hiding spectacularly well."
"Kou…" Tetsurou felt the warmth well up in his chest, he was so relieved to learn that Koutarou wasn't anywhere near the initial facility fire when it was all over the news just after Christmas. Hybrids had 'broken out' and there was fighting inside and a fire ravaged the entire compound, reviving the memories that Tetsurou desperately repressed. It was their home base when he wasn't sent out with Koutarou to go kill someone, he'd spend days to weeks locked up in his tiny cell and they generous enough to let him socialize with the other hybrids from time to time.
But sometimes they'd let him out just to use him. Force him to be their toy.
"I don't think you should've been there anyway… you've changed…" Koutarou tilted his head as he squeezed Tetsurou's waist, "not in a bad way, but you're domesticated now… and I don't wanna see you reverting back into being a scary soldier."
"I would have done it if Kenma told me to," At the mention of his name, the two of them glanced inside to see their friends drinking and chatting about in Keiji's living room. Sakusa came up with Atsumu and Koutarou a few weeks after the new year, there was enough chaos surrounding the discovery of the lab and all the abuse that was exposed for the public, but nothing had been traced back to Atsumu. News reports said it was a revolt, something similar to a prison break, however they hadn't revealed the string of deaths connected to Musubi, how other hybrid farms were busted into as well.
"And he never would, he's always been good to you," Koutarou said as Tetsurou hummed in response, "I heard he helped out with your heat too, how'd that go?"
"I've never been fucked like that in my life, I didn't think it was possible for sex to feel good in the first place." Tetsurou confessed, his cheeks warming as the memories rose to the surface along with the weeks following when Kenma would go down on him or fuck him until Tetsurou was soaking his cock, "… I might be a bit of an addict because I can't stop wanting his hands all over me."
"Yeah? I didn't get it either until Keiji let me do whatever to him," Koutarou's wings stretched out a bit, his feathers fluttering a bit more, "although I wasn't treated like you, but… it's just different with a master that cares about you."
"It is, Kenma is nothing but kind to me… he still hasn't punished me for anything, it's weird…" Tetsurou said, thinking on the months he's been living with Kenma, just waiting for the switch to flip. All he's known is the instructors who trained him day in and day out, the doctors who poked and prodded him, the men who would demand to use his body as he was tied down and helpless.
"That's because they're both good people! And Sunarin and Omi-Omi!" Koutarou took Tetsurou by the cheeks with those large, owlish eyes fixed on him, "no one else is going to hurt you ever again, not when Kenma's here and not when I'll kill them for laying a single hand on you, okay?"
"… Okay, I know, I know that you're right." Tetsurou sighed as Koutarou leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead. Kenma was different from the all the moment they met each other and he was such a sweet master to serve and love without any fear. There were still plenty of other things that terrified Tetsurou and reminded him of his cruel days as an assassin, however Kenma sheltered him as best he could.
Treated Tetsurou will respect… and didn't pressure him into anything.
"I'm gonna go back in, you coming with?"
"Just give me a few."
Koutarou headed off back inside as Tetsurou leaned on the glass railing, looking out on the night city of Tokyo. Now that Koutarou was back home, his anxiety slowly ebbed away, the knowledge that his abusers were dead helped greatly as well. Domesticated… it could've been taken as an insult at any other point in Tetsurou's life, when he needed to be at the top of his game or else they'd throw him away.
Kenma wouldn't though.
"Are you alright?"
The familiar voice had his ears twitching and tail swaying before he even looked behind him, Kenma was in his usual outfit made up of an oversized hoodie, baggy sweats, and socks with sandals. An angel…
"I'm fine, just… thinking."
Kenma joined him, sliding up right beside him so Tetsurou could throw an arm around his shoulders and his pheromones spilled out for master.
"Do you have to be out in the frigid cold to think?" Kenma's nose was already turning pink as Tetsurou ducked down to kiss him. Too cute, his master was adorable.
"I'll keep you warm, master."
Kenma stole another kiss while Tetsurou's lips were still in reach, there was so much Tetsurou wanted to say. Wanted to tell him, but… maybe in time. It was easier to be Kenma's pet, to fall into the mindset of letting Kenma take care of him, to be pampered and cuddled and dotted on.
"Let me inside your coat." Kenma grumbled, getting a smirk from Tetsurou as he opened up his black coat for Kenma to hug him and feel the soft vibrations of Tetsurou's purring.
"I don't think I've ever thanked you for all you've done for me," Tetsurou's arms were comfortable around Kenma's waist as the shorter one looked up at him, "I'm happy that you found me, Kenma."
"… Same, I can't really see my life without you, I'm happy that you stayed with me."
"Master…"
Another kiss was shared between them, nevermind the cold they were shrouded in, all Tetsurou needed was Kenma, he couldn't imagine running away from him.
"I love you, master." Tetsurou whispered against Kenma's pink lips, those pools of gold looking up at him, Tetsurou would follow Kenma to the ends of this earth.
"I love you too." Kenma hugged him tighter and nuzzled against his sweater. Koutarou and he really did risk it all when they finally broke away and Tetsurou was devastated when they split up, but it was Kenma who found him. Kenma saved him.
And Tetsurou owed his life to him.