Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, question of ownership
He sells pets to humans and watches the humans fall prey to the pets. In one sense, he owns the pets, because he can sell them, but truly, he only owns the shop where they choose to reside with him.
After all, the pets that don't want to be sold never are, and they almost always come back. With their human 'masters' in no shape to miss them.
But this one, this pet is his. Any of the others would have been delighted in his attention. Many of the more... compatible... pets had offered. Tetsu loudest and most blatant of all. But there was something about this one that drew him.
Maybe he's been corrupted by the humans he deals with, to find a kind of pleasure in owning and breaking that which he was never meant to touch.
'I don't know why I didn't see it before, with Chris it was obvious something special was in your line. But it's so dilute, so many humans perverting the strain with their filth I almost over looked it altogether.'
'What the hell are you going on about?! Back the fuck off D and tell me what the hell is going on! Where's Chris?'
'Safe, Detective. Much safer now than before. As you are. Don't worry, nothing can hurt you in my domain. Not without my permission anyway, and you're a rare enough species i wouldn't want you damaged.'
'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!? What's that smell... urgh...'
'Go to sleep Detective. It'll be very painful for you if you try to stay awake through this.'
'Wha... Auuuuggghh!'
Running long nails gently through the golden blond mane he smiled at the weak snarl of his pet. He was glorious now, freed of the contaminating human blood that locked down all but the strongest magics. Chris had cried for days, the change not nearly so hard as the knowledge he would never, ever see his human 'family' again. But he would survive, and Tetsu was taking good care of the new cub.
Wicked horns swung at him, and D calmly grabbed one. Forcing the creature's head back at a painful angle, he gazed into furious blue eyes and licked his lips. Yes, there was something right about having this pet just for himself. Leon might hate him, might never trust him, would possibly resent him and try to kill him or escape but he belonged to the Count now and after all these long ages he was looking forward to the opposition.
"Struggle all you like, fight me if you wish, but I have granted you freedom Orcot and in this place none will harm you. Not even myself. Step outside of these walls however, and who will come to your aid? You can not hide what you are, not yet." He said gently, free hand stroking over soft fur.
"What the hell have you done to me?" The voice was weak, changed now but still that obnoxious timbre that grated as much as it soothed.
D placed a gentle kiss on the velvety nose. "I released you. so many generations ago your respected ancestor must have chosen a human mate and down the line the blood diluted, until you didn't even know. But now you are as you were meant to be, because I simply couldn't let something so rare die away."
Rolling the larger, awkward body over, he crouched on the floor over his pet and soothed the fearful trembling with firm pets. "You are a Hind, Orcot. One of the last Cerynein Hinds in existence. Gold of hoof and horn, with mane and fur of glittering flax and a thirst for the blood of man."
Laying fully on the struggling form, binding the panicky creature with weight and magic, he met those scared blue eyes with his own mismatched orbs, a slight, fanged smile in place. "Don't worry though, you'll fit in well with the rest of us."
Kissing this way wasn't easy, but D was strong enough to make it work. He had to be, if he was going to keep this one just for himself.