Laylah (laylah) wrote in roads_diverged, @ 2008-06-02 18:13:00 |
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"Stray" (Bijou, Liam/Topaz, theme #41 - furry)
Title: Stray
Author: Laylah
Fandom: Bijou
Pairing: Liam/Topaz
Rating: not worksafe!
Theme: #41 - anthro/furry
Bringing him home was probably a bad idea, even in the unlikely case that his owner isn't looking for him.
Stray
Liam wakes in the middle of the night to the sound of thin canine whining coming from outside his bedroom door. That stray he took in, he thinks, and pushes back the blankets as he sits up. He'd thought the kid had enough sense not to hurt himself out there -- he seemed to have more human mind left than some of the hybrids Liam's run into on the street, even if he was a little twitchy -- but maybe it was too soon to tell. Bringing him home was probably a bad idea, even in the unlikely case that his owner isn't looking for him.
"What's going on out here?" Liam asks as he opens his bedroom door. There's just enough blue light from the neon outside for him to see.
The stray's still on his couch, but he's kicked off the blankets Liam found for him and it looks like he's trying to squirm out of the shirt, too. "Please," he says, his voice strangled and flat, barely human. "Help me, help, please."
Liam thinks he should have known this would come back to bite him -- hah -- sooner rather than later. "What's the matter?" he asks. "What do you need?"
The kid throws his head back, clumsy paws scrabbling at the collar grafted to his skin. The circuits in the collar have lit up, thin glowing lines of gold, pulsing faintly at heartbeat speed. If that's a tracker, Liam thinks, he's fucked. "I need," the stray says, "I need," and then he trails off into more pleading animal noises.
Well, he's already fucked, so he doesn't have much to lose. "Tell me what you need," Liam says as he goes over there. "Or show me, if you can't tell me." He catches the poor kid's wrist in one hand as he kneels beside the couch, worried that those blunt claws will do damage.
"I need," the stray whimpers, and slides off the couch awkwardly to press close to Liam. "Please, it hurts -- it hurts -- please fuck me."
"What?" Liam says, trying to push the boy's face away from his lap.
"I haven't gone this long without it since they changed me," the stray says. He turns his head, licks Liam's arm. "They did it to everyone at the house, so we'd be," he whines, "domesticated, be good dogs, sit stay come for the men who visited."
"Dana wept," Liam says. He pictures it, a brothel full of dubiously legal hybrids modified to pant and plead for it when the customers come in, made to crave their own exploitation. He wants to be much more horrified than he is.
The stray squirms out of his hands and dives for his lap again, nuzzling, licking his bare thigh, tugging on the hem of his boxers. "Please," the kid says, "please, I really want you to. Your cock smells so good. Please let me have it."
This is possibly the creepiest thing that's ever turned Liam on, and there's no shortage of disturbing offers in Southern Cross. "This isn't right," he says. "That isn't really you wanting it."
"I know," the stray says, stopping and holding still, panting with the effort. "But I can't make it stop and it's getting worse and I can't keep fighting. Please do it. Or let me out if you don't want to. It hurts, please."
Liam shudders. "I can't just -- just send you back out on the street like this," he says. No matter how much the poor kid was begging for it, what he got on the street -- especially around here -- would be rape. "You'll feel better afterward?" Liam says.
"Yes," the stray says. "Yes, sir, yes, please."
"Stop that," Liam says hoarsely. "No 'sir.' You can -- it's Liam." He doesn't have much to lose by now.
"I'm called Topaz," the stray says, and tugs on the hem of Liam's boxers again. "Let me taste?"
"Fuck," Liam says, but he pushes his boxers down. The stray leans down immediately, lapping at Liam's cock, sloppy and exuberant as a puppy. His tail wags. Liam has to close his eyes.
It gets him hard all the same, though, and he just tries not to think about the little growling sounds that go along with the slippery hot mouth taking care of him. The idea that people want this, that they pay for this --
"Now?" the stray says hopefully.
Liam takes deep breaths, tries to think clearly. "Won't I hurt you?" he says. He doesn't have any lube on hand but there must be something in here that he could use.
"It's fine," Topaz says, turning around, getting on his elbows and knees. "Please now. Please."
"If it hurts tell me," Liam insists. The stray's tail brushes his stomach as he gets up to kneel behind him. There's soft, short fur under his hands. "I want to take care of you."
"Thank you, s-- Liam," the stray says. "Thank you. Thank you. Please."
"Sshh," Liam says, trying not to let himself be too unnerved, trying not to let himself enjoy being unnerved. He lines up against the smooth pucker of Topaz's hole and pushes, and it's so hot, and Topaz is already clenching around him before he's even pushed all the way in. "Fuck," he says again. "Did you --"
"Please move," Topaz says, the whine still there in his voice. "Not done yet."
Liam takes a few steadying breaths and realizes he's going to have to keep his eyes closed for this, too, because the light reflecting on Topaz's fur and the alert prick of Topaz's ears aren't things he wants to think about. He starts to move, short strokes that don't pull out too much, because whatever Topaz has been designed to withstand, spit only goes so far.
"Yes, yes, yes," Topaz says, way too close to a bark, but Liam can't bring himself to tell the poor stray to stop saying yes, of all things. Instead he reaches down, and the kid's cock feels human, at least, despite the fur on his belly and his thighs. He whimpers when Liam takes him in hand, and maybe it's just the way he tightens around Liam's cock at the same time but the sound isn't as disturbing as it should be. It's been too damn long since he hooked up with anyone, Liam figures, and it's making him hard up for it, too, even if it doesn't screw him up as badly as it does Topaz.
"Is this what you need?" Liam asks. He's not sure how long he can last, but he wants to make sure the poor stray at least gets his compulsion taken care of so they don't go through this again at dawn.
"Yes," Topaz says, "thank you, thank you, L-Liam," and his ass clenches around Liam's cock again, "Close now, so close, please." Liam wonders if this is why the brothels are making hybrids -- to him it feels like Topaz has already come three times, but the kid's still pleading for more, and it's so hot, tight even when Topaz isn't shuddering around him.
"Come on," Liam says, because he's getting close himself, and Topaz whimpers, pushing back against him -- and when Topaz comes for real it starts as the same kind of clenching flutter, but then it just gets more and more intense, fluid slicking Liam's fingers and Topaz keening high in his throat and Liam gives it up and comes with a growl of his own.
He tries to pull out carefully, and Topaz huffs a sigh that sounds like relief. "Thanks," the kid says.
"You doing better now?" Liam asks.
"Yeah," Topaz says. "Lots better."
"Good," Liam says. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean up, wincing against the stark light over the mirror as he washes off as much of the mess as he can.
When he comes back, Topaz has crawled back up onto the couch. Liam thinks he might be asleep at first, but then his tail thumps against the cushions a few times.
Liam sighs. "Come on," he says. "You can come to bed."
Topaz's tail wags harder as he gets up, and Liam leads the way to bed. It makes him feel like a little less of a bastard than leaving the poor stray out on the couch, that's all.
"How long had it been?" Liam asks, when they've gotten settled under the blankets.
"Four days," Topaz says.
"Bleeding Macha," Liam says. "That's all?"
"Yeah." Topaz sighs again. "I guess I should start trying to hustle for myself now."
You probably should, is the sensible answer. "There has to be some way to get that thing off you," Liam says instead.
"Really?" Topaz asks.
"I'll ask around," Liam says. He knows a few fixers and mod doctors down here. They should at least be able to tell him how unlikely it is.
Topaz reaches over, rests a paw on his hand. It feels weird, but Liam doesn't pull away.