Co-written between Tangerine Catnip and NebulousMistress

Vlad found Danny in the TV room lounging on the couch while Maddie spat and hissed at him from the floor. She wasn't normally this irate. Why would she... Ah, yes, she was in the middle of her show.

Vlad still had no idea why the cat was so obsessed over this... Oprah. No matter. Danny was sprawled over the couch. First lesson, who's couch this was. "Move," he warned.

Danny looked up and blinked; he was so unused to being ordered around that he didn't respond at first. Usually it Jazz who told him to move from a couch. Had she been the one asking he would have just shrugged his shoulders, maybe stuck out his tongue. But there was a major difference between Vlad and Jazz. Jazz had yet to carry a whip around with her.

Danny moved and pulled his limbs up under him, sitting on one side of the sofa with his feet and paws tucked under him. Maddie took the opportunity and jumped up, too. She sat on the other end of the sofa, leaving more than enough space for Master to sit between them.

Vlad spread out on the couch, sliding his arms behind and his legs out in front of him. Ah, he did like this couch. So did his cat, honestly. Possibly his kitty as well. He reached for the remote and started flipping channels, looking for something less... overly wholesome. He ended up with some movie he'd seen before, letting the channel linger before deciding this was passable.

Maddie murred a warning. That was her show, change it back. Vlad reached over and petted her behind the ears. She wiggled out from under his hand and grabbed at it with her paws, gnawing on his fingers. She knew she wasn't going to get her show back but the least she could do was get some quality playtime with him. So long as that giant naked kitty didn't take her master's attention...

Danny looked over and huffed. If he bit Vlad like that he'd have been kicked out of bed. Actually, maybe not. Maybe he should try it. Feeling a little left out, Danny leaned against Vlad's side. The movie was a little more interesting than Oprah but he was too frisky to simply relax and listen.

Moments passed and Vlad kept patting Maddie, stroking her cheeks and rubbing under her chin. Danny felt a spark of jealousy, though he wasn't thinking clearly enough to consider its implications. He leaned a little further, then a little more until he "fell" into Vlad's lap. He looked up innocently, his upper shoulders resting on the elder's knees.

Vlad looked down, acting like he hadn't expected to get a lapful of eager kitty at some point. "Feeling left out?" he asked. He gave Maddie one last stroke before moving both hands to the much more interesting pet in his lap. Hands went to Danny's belly, rubbing the smooth skin there. His fingers tickled at Danny's navel before scratching up his ribcage, drifting up to toy with his nipples, descending to splay across his tummy and rub.

Maddie murred and huffed. Vlad reached up with one hand, absently laying his hand on her fur. She was not impressed. She got up and jumped off the couch, padding off to find some sort of vengeance. Maybe shoes. Vlad ignored her as soon as she left, burying that hand in Danny's hair while he kept rubbing the boy's tummy.

Danny splayed himself out, arching back and displaying his lean tummy and chest. He whined and whimpered softly as he wiggled a bit. The slow strokes felt so much more intimate when he rolled over for them. His foot twitched a little as Vlad fingers trailed down his lower tummy, tracing his hips and making him fight to keep still so he wouldn't roll out of Vlad's lap.

Fingertips pinched his nipple and Danny gasped loudly. That felt so... weird... He didn't want Vlad to think he wasn't enjoying it, didn't want to give any reason to stop. With a little change in tone he turned his whimpers into a low rumbling sound, as close as he could get to a purr.

Danny made the most interesting sounds as he wiggled in Vlad's lap, as he whimpered and whined, mewed and gasped, as he purred. Vlad's own breath hitched in his throat as the boy's movements, his sounds, his easy abandon affected him, began sending his blood south to pool in his groin. "You like this," he murmured. "Feels good, doesn't it, Daniel? Being able to let go, to ignore all of your human obligations, demands, requirements, instead focusing simply on what feels best. Focusing on your own pleasure and that of your master. There's nothing like the pleasure you get from pleasing your master after a particularly complex task."

Under the soft teasing motions Danny was happily lost in the feelings chasing down his frame. His erection came on quickly. His eyes were shining and his thoughts were reduced to movement and feeling. "O-oh yeah?" he asked softly, forgetting his order for silence. "What kind of tasks to you mean? Do I have to jump through flaming h-hoops?"

Danny was being glib and he knew it, but old habits die hard. Still, he wasn't enjoying his own remarks this time. He didn't want to talk back, he wanted to sit and follow. He was so sick of having to resist Vlad to preserve his dignity or keep up appearances or sooth his own ego. Obeying was simpler. Obeying brought him pleasure. It was easier to just trust that Vlad had his best interests at heart than worrying about all the ways he could be stabbed in the back.

"Basic commands," Vlad allowed. "Come, go, sit, stay. How to present yourself for punishment, for pleasure, for anything in between. Complex tasks imply more detailed training than I can do for you this weekend, Little Badger. Now you're merely my pet. You'll be trained as a kitty, treated, indulged, petted, punished, and played with as a kitty."

"I chose to train you as a kitty because of this past week," Vlad continued. "Your antics, how you respond to pleasure, the noises you make, you're rather kittenish, Daniel. If you'd been more eager to please I might have chosen to train you as a puppy. Or as a pony if you were more prideful, more showy."

"If this is all the training you wish then so be it. But if you get curious... Know this, Daniel. I don't enjoy doing things halfway."

Danny swallowed, placing his paw against Vlad's wrist to stop the petting for a moment. He needed to think. For now he would have to ignore the thought process that had made Vlad decide he was a cat. He would also ignore the prospect of further training. Right now he needed to just think about the prospect of being a pet.

First, the basics. He had to admit to himself that he wanted it. He wanted it badly. His heart sped up just thinking about the rush of desire that he had felt when he let Vlad collar him. Pleasure in its purest form. He wanted to say yes, oh hell, he did. But what were the consequences? And were they worth it?

"Fine.. I'll be your kitty..." Danny stammered, tripping over it as he pushed himself to commit. "I'll be your pet… just…" Danny took a deep breath to steady his voice. "Promise me that whatever you order me to do, this says between you and me. No using this as blackmail or bringing it up to embarrass me." He placed a paw on Vlad's chest, looking the elder in the eyes. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't…"

"I would never bring this up to hurt you," Vlad promised. "No blackmail, no careful slipping in conversation, no embarrassment. If anyone ever learns about this it will be your choice that enlightened them." His hand reached up to the fuzzy paw pressed against his chest. He rubbed the rubber pad and the palm beneath it. "I know most people... wouldn't understand," he continued. "Not the age difference, not the submission, not the kinkiness, certainly not the pet play. People just... They're blind, Daniel. That's what I've been forced to conclude. They're too blind to see. But that means they're also too blind to understand. I wouldn't dare put you in their sights. But in return I ask the same courtesy. That this not be used against me either."

Danny's lips twitched in a wry smile. "Ha ha, no, no way. I don't think I could admit this out loud if my life depended on it. This… whatever it is... I'm taking this to my grave fruitl-" Danny trailed off. The insult didn't feel right anymore. It didn't fit Vlad, not when he was sitting naked and dressed up with Vlad's hard cock pressing against his spine. Danny took a deep breath, lowering himself back to the submissive mindset and relaxing into it. "I'll take it to my grave, Master," he said whispered. He had thought the word many times, used it with sarcasm and bile. This time was different; this time he was giving Vlad permission to have the role. Giving the man power over him.

"And I mine, my pet," Vlad promised. He rubbed his hands all over Danny, soothing him, stroking him, he just wanting to touch him. The boy's arousal was very evident, standing proudly from its nest of curls. His voice had lost its fire, instead taking on the soft smolder of submission. It was time to train his pet. Vlad turned the TV off. He gestured for Danny to let him up. "Come with me then, pet," he said. "And we'll train you the commands you'll need for this weekend. If you do well I'll reward you." He reached down to fondle the boy as he mentioned a reward.

Danny dragged his paws down Vlad's chest, holding back his whine. He rolled off of Vlad's lap and onto the floor, his tail wrapping around his hip and tickling his lower back. He was rather liking this overt way of moving; leaping and tumbling suited him.

Vlad got up and Danny followed him. The teen wondered where they would go next. Vlad seemed to be wondering the same thing because he was looking into most of the rooms. Eventually he picked one and Danny found himself walking through the large marble stacks of a library. Books lined the walls stretching to the ceiling, high up enough to need a balcony halfway up them. At the far end there was a large fireplace and some comfortable-looking leather chairs. Flames flickered in the hearth and Danny wondered when it had been lit, until he was distracted from thought by the fuzzy fur rug laid out in front of the fire. The fur looked very comfortable and he could only assume that's why Vlad chose this room.

Fingers slipped under his collar and he was led to the fire, the heat playing over his naked skin as he sat in front of Vlad. The soft fur still had claws and a bear head. The cliche was not lost on Vlad but it couldn't be helped.

Vlad took the crop from his belt and paced a circle around where Danny sat, his fingers curled in the fur. "Kneel up on your knees," he commanded. "Place your paws on your knees, tuck your feet under you, arch your back just a bit, yes..."

Danny took the position, arching prettily so he wasn't forcing any unnatural kinks in his tail.

Vlad ran his fingers through Danny's hair; it was hard not to. "This is how you will kneel when I command you to present yourself," he said. "Now put your paws on the floor in front of you. Lean forward up on your knees, good. Spread your knees, that's it..."

Danny took this new position, not quite meeting Vlad's eyes.

"Good pet. This is the position you will take when I command you to present your ass."

Danny rested his cheek against the carpet and closed his eyes. It was hard just lying there blind while he left himself completely exposed. Vlad could stick anything into him or toy with him until he cracked.

Vlad reached down, palming that ass. His hand slid over tight flesh, reaching in to reseat the tail plug before pulling away. Danny moaned softly as it was pushed in, trying to see if he could get it to rub against his prostate but Vlad pulled back to quickly. He closed his eyes and tried to let his thoughts leave his mind. Just do as Vlad tells you. Don't think...

Vlad appreciated the view as he moved to a chair. He crossed his legs to hide his erection, the riding crop set across his thighs. From here he could see the slight quiver of Danny's thighs in the firelight as he fought with his own pleasure. He could see the play of light across his skin as he breathed, as he slowly relaxed into the position, into his own submission. Amazing that just this was enough to get him so wound up. So needy. Even his tail bounced as he clenched on the plug, tried to get some sort of movement, some sensation other than just the heavy fullness that only cold steel could provide.

Vlad was beginning to see a flaw in the idea of keeping Danny plugged with the tail all weekend. He wanted so much to stick his fingers in the boy to toy with him. "Present yourself, pet," he commanded.

Danny moved, putting himself into the proper position.

Vlad observed his form with an attempt at a dispassionate eye, an attempt ruined by his own erection and the sheer want in his eye. "Good pet," he praised. "Now let's get you moving. Stand up."

Danny shifted his weight forward and got to his feet, holding his back up and head high, his paws at his sides. He tried to mimic the posture Vlad seemed to want.

Vlad nodded, waving with a gesture. "Now, pet, when kitties stand on two legs they tuck their paws in," he said. He mimicked the motion he was trying to get out of Danny, arms folded, paws tucked close to his chest.

Danny tilted his head in confusion but tried the motion anyway, holding his arms under his chin. It was pretty awkward but if Vlad told him to do it then he would. He struggled to get it just right before he looked up at Vlad, hoping for praise.

Vlad got up and gently manipulated Danny's arms, tucking them correctly. His hands trailed up Danny's shoulder before he circled around the boy. "Passable," he said. "Relax, though. Let the movement feel natural, like it's supposed to happen."

Danny huffed angrily but a warning look from Vlad quieted him. He tried to lean his shoulders in, let it happen naturally. He wondered if he could walk like this so he took a few steps, trying to hold his arms still as he did so.

Vlad circled around Danny, watching his movements. Unsure, a little stiff. "You need practice," Vlad said. "Something to work on. Let's have a go around the room, actually." He pressed the crop against Danny's shoulder, encouraging him to move forward.

Danny nodded. The teenager took a deep breath and started off, toying with how he held himself to see what worked and what didn't.

Vlad sent the boy around the room, watching him from the rug. As he moved he got better, relaxing into the movements. Good enough for now. Vlad gestured for Danny to return, pointing at the spot in front of him. "Come here and present yourself," he said.

Danny walked over to Vlad and fell to his knees, resting his paws in his lap and meeting his master's eyes. He paused for a moment to pull his tail out from under him and lay it back properly, wiggling in place. He was getting impatient for more playtime but he knew he would have to earn it first.

Vlad was about to say something about the tail when Danny fixed it properly. He reached down and stroked the boy behind the ears instead, rubbing his hair to praise him. "Now, pet, as a kitty you are allowed and expected to move on all fours," he said. "As a kitty there are multiple ways you can attempt this. Crawling on paws and knees is the easiest but you're both flexible and energetic. I'm sure you can properly scamper if you put your mind to it."

Danny nodded. Truth be told he'd wanted to try this since the ears were placed on him. He looked away from Vlad and focused on the far wall, lifting himself up. His back legs were much to long for his arms but he could still manage it. The rubber treads on his paws would easily get him enough friction to run if he put his mind to it. He lowered himself and threw his whole body forwards, catching himself with his arms and pulling them in. His toes made the next connection and he imaged this looked silly as all heck but it was still kind of fun.

He ran on four legs as best he could all around the room, nearly falling over too many times to count. He rounded a bookcase and readied for the home stretch, head down as he managed to get all four limbs into some kind of pattern.

Vlad expected the boy to stop once he reached the far side of the room. Really. He expected the boy to know better, or at least expect that if he failed to stop he was going to regret it. The boy failed to stop. They went down in a tangle of limbs, landing on the fur rug with a series of "oof"s and shouts about cream puffs and chocolate mousse.

Vlad tried to sit up, a difficult task when he had a boy sprawled across his chest. "Daniel..." he warned.

Danny was still a little dazed from the unexpected impact. He shook his head and attempted to get off of Vlad. He placed his paws over the elder's shoulders and planted his knees on either side of Vlad's torso, pulling his weight up. He was still panting heavily from his running, his head bowed, not noticing his lips almost touching the elder's.

Vlad could taste Danny's breath, could taste his mouth despite the distance between them regardless of how scant it was. "Get off of me and present your ass to me," he said, slow and even. There was an edge to his voice as he spoke, one that promised a long, slow punishment unless Danny obeyed quickly. Maybe even then.

Danny shivered and pulled back, accidentally sitting down on Vlad's hips before he managed to untangle himself. He landed on the fur rug and face-planted into it so hard he almost gave himself a bruise. He was tense and quivering. His little romp hadn't done much for his nerves. He tried to focused on lifting his hips and pulling his legs apart in just the right way so Vlad could see his plugged hole and his eager cock. He even pulled his tail up so it was resting on his lower back. He wasn't sure if he was about to get a whipping or not but he tried to hold still regardless. So far it was a losing battle.

Vlad contemplated the rounded rear in front of him as he got to his feet. He caressed the boy with his crop, sliding the keeper in between his ass cheeks, playing with his tail, pressing against his balls. And then he had a better idea. "Roll over on your back," Vlad commanded, pulling the crop away.

Danny didn't like the sound of that one bit. His ears wiggled to and fro as he rolled over and nestled into the fur. His chest heaved slowly as he watched Vlad carefully. He tried to stay calm as the elder waked over the hearth and pulled an unlit candelabra from the mantelpiece, three prongs with white candles on a silver frame.

Vlad tilted the candelabra to the fire, lighting the wicks and softening the length of the tapers in one action. Carrying the candelabra aloft as though the lights were off and the room dark, he came back to Danny's side. He looked down at the boy, an evil smile blooming over his face. He was going to enjoy this.

Vlad knelt on the stone floor next to the fur rug. The silver clinked as it was placed on the stone. Vlad plucked a taper out of the candelabra and held it over Danny's quivering belly. "Hold still," he warned. And then he tipped the taper, willing the flame to burn hotter, to melt the wax faster.

A thin ribbon of wax poured from the taper.

Danny grunted as the sharp sensation of burning trailed up his skin, lasting for a second of agony before it cooled, leaving only a slight ache. His hands fisted in his paws and he looked up at Vlad's eyes. He didn't like this one bit... not yet anyway. He wanted it to stop but he held his tongue; he could wait it out, he could.

Vlad replaced the taper on the candelabra, pulling the second one. This one he let burn a little longer, until its wax dripped down the sides and over his own fingers. It was pleasantly warm to him but likely much, much hotter against the boy's icy cold skin. Vlad drew fingertips along Danny's belly, feeling that eerily cold skin. And then he tilted the taper, letting its wax spill out over Danny's chest.

Danny arched, his voice caught in a sound somewhere between and moan and a scream. It took almost all his effort not to move, not to risk getting any on the fur rug. He didn't need more punishment. The wax took longer to cool this time, the pain lasting and leaving faint red marks on his skin. Danny whimpered softly; the dried wax was starting to itch.

Vlad pulled the third candle. Danny screamed the most beautiful music. He wanted to hear it again. He held the candle in his hand, letting the flame burn until it overflowed with wax. His free hand trailed down Danny's cool skin, feeling the hard wax traced over warm lines. He grasped Danny's erection, pumping the neglected organ. And then he poured a line of wax down the underside from the head to the base.

The shock of pain came so suddenly that Danny didn't quite manage to process his own scream for the first few seconds. His hips bucked up as instinct made him flinch away but the wax clung to his sensitive skin. Vaguely, Danny was reminded of the hot fudge sauce that Vlad had dripped over him. As the wax cooled, leaving only red marks and radiating heat, the comparison was more accurate.

His cry ended as sharply as it had started. He collapsed back against the fur, whining like a dog hit on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. His ears fell still and his mouth hung open slightly, his unfocused eyes gazing up at Vlad.

Vlad ran his thumb over the rapidly cooling wax, marring the smooth surface. "Beautiful," he purred. He put the candle back before rubbing both hands down Danny's torso, sliding along smooth skin and smoother wax. He reached up to thumb the boy's perky nipples. Despite the wax Danny was still quite hard. And Vlad was finding his own need difficult to deny. He reached for his own crotch, undoing the buttons that held his fly closed. Vlad pulled out his own aching cock and the tube of lube from his pocket. He slicked himself then grabbed Danny by the ankles, lifting his ass off the floor.

Wait... Right. Hmph. Inconvenient. Vlad reached down and pulled the steel plug from Danny's ass. Danny moaned unhappily as his plug was yanked away.

Vlad grabbed Danny's ankles again, folding him over. Danny's legs were pushed back and opened, his knees on either side of his torso. Danny quivered around him.

Danny mewled softly and tried to rock back against the intrusion but the way Vlad was holding him made it imposable to do anything but take it. His master shifted and Danny leaned back, taking hold of the ankles offered to him and pulling them back. He felt Vlad slide in the last few inches, burying himself balls deep in his pet. The ears on Danny's head perked up as his tongue lolled. Blue eyes gazed between his own legs as he tried to get a good look at the point where his master was penetrating him.

Vlad pressed Danny's legs further, folding him almost in half. Vlad used his weight to drive himself deep into the boy, growling in pleasure as inner muscles gripped him. He braced his knees and pulled out only to slam back in again.

He was brutal in his movements, fucking the boy hard and fast, taking his own pleasure rather than giving it. Given how Danny gripped his own legs to hold them open he doubted the boy minded all that much.

Danny licked his lips, his eyelids drooping as he caught glimpses of Vlad fucking his ass around his own painfully hard manhood. Being ravaged so thoroughly felt so good after days of teasing and touching. Even Vlad fingering him to release lacked the animalistic feeling he'd been craving. He wanted his master to use him, to see the side of Vlad kept hidden under his mask of cool calculated focus.

These reasons weren't very clear to Danny at the moment; he was too deep in his trance to think. All he really knew was that he wanted what was happening to him very badly. Anything else was beyond him.

Vlad leaned over him and Danny tore his eyes away from the show between his legs to look up. His master was regarding him with such hunger and ferocity, just looking made Danny's cock twitch against his tummy. His lips parted but all that came from them was a broken meow, the long tone changing pitch slightly each time Vlad thrust all the way in.

There were no words from Vlad, either. The best he could manage were snorts and snarls as he slammed into Danny over and over again, impacting with almost bruising force. He was going to be sore after this.

Glazed blue eyes focused on him, a long meow morphing into a yowl of pleasure. Vlad answered with a feral snarl of his own, sweat beading on his brow as he worked. It felt incredible. The boy folded in so many interesting ways. All that was missing was the feel of his tail brushing against him as he worked. And then the boy squeezed him and Vlad arched back, his mouth open in a roar that just wouldn't come.

Danny yelped as he felt his master's finishing thrust. He released his legs so they could wrap tightly around Vlad's hips. His paws clawed at the front of Vlad's shirt as he felt hot cum filling his ass. His own cock twitched in response and a surge of pleasure made his jaw fall open, a trembling cry for his master passing his lips.

Vlad spilled into Danny's ass, his voice returning in one long, sighing groan. He rubbed Danny's legs as he came back to himself. He looked down into icy blue eyes and purred, his lips curling into a leering smile.

His ass clenched even tighter around Vlad his legs, tightening as the elder finally finished cumming. Danny squirmed underneath him, reveling in the feel. He glanced back down and noticed the small pearly drips on his belly. Well, he had just cum a few hours ago… and after the week he had had it wasn't surprising that Vlad had nearly drained him dry. He shifted but his master growled and pinned him back down so Danny closed his eyes and waited.

Vlad pulled off, rubbing Danny's ass cheeks as he went. A quick tuck and shift and Vlad buttoned his pants. Aside from the rumpled look he could pretend he hadn't just folded Danny in half and fucked him into the floor.

Danny whined again, flipping himself over. He felt full and warm inside. He looked up at Vlad, who was straightening himself out and picking some fuzz off his suit. Danny wanted more still; he didn't want to go back to behaving and cuddling. Most of all he didn't want Vlad pretending like it was no big deal. He decided to show off. Without the command he leaned forward and shoved his ass up into the air again. Whining to get Vlad's attention, he rested his paws on his ass and pulled his cheeks apart, showing off his abused entrance. Slick liquid dripped down his inner thighs as he tried to tempt his master into seconds.

Vlad watched, oddly bemused as Danny proudly showed off his ass. Danny wiggled, trying to entice Vlad into more. The boy was insatiable. Vlad contemplated giving the boy what he wanted, leaning over and licking his own cum out of the boy's ass, see how he liked being rimmed. But then his eye fell on the steel plug with its long black tail. Vlad grabbed the flesh of Danny's ass, tilting the boy's hips upward for easier access. And then he shoved the plug inside.

"Yes you are full of cum," Vlad said, halfway between taunting and proud. "And now you're going to stay that way until I want to fill you again." He slapped a butt cheek for good measure.

The teenager pouted, wiggling his hips to sway his tail back and forth. His shoulders slumped, his paws sliding from his backside as he rubbed the pad against his belly. He whined softly, his eyes closing as he flopped to the carpet and curled into himself. The adrenaline faded and he suddenly felt drained. Reality was returning to him faster than he would have liked. He curled up tighter and buried his face in the fur, completely forgetting what they were doing before his little mess up.

Vlad latched the leash onto the ring of Danny's collar. "Come along, pet," he said. He could tell Danny needed some comfort and the library was not exactly a place for that. For one thing, the chairs weren't large enough.

Danny needed a good few tugs on the leash before he got going and even then he didn't feel much like moving fast at the moment. He trailed along on his hands and knees, keeping his eyes on the floor as he was led. Stone turned to wood then from wood to carpet and Danny found himself in a comfortable looking sitting room with a few large chairs padded to the point of being overstuffed. He glanced up at Vlad and suddenly found himself being picked up. Vlad's arms wrapped around him and the next thing he knew he was sitting in a chair with Vlad, his master's fingers sliding down his back.

Vlad pulled the boy into his lap, trailing his hands all over bare skin. First down the boy's spine like he was petting Maddie. Then up into Danny's hair to rub behind his ears. Down his arms to rub them, around his chest to simply hold him for a moment before he resumed his tactile exploration of his exhausted pet. "My pet," he whispered as he held the boy close, close enough to curl up and sleep against his chest. And yet his hands didn't stop, constantly moving in slow, sensual, relaxing patterns. He nuzzled the boy's drooped ears then lower to his actual ear.

Danny wiggled in Vlad's lap. He tried to chase his master's hands but Vlad was moving too quickly for him to be able to rub himself against the other hybrid's palms. Danny's tense frame relaxed more and more as he was petted. He reached out a paw and pinned Vlad's hand to his chest, purring softly as he leaned up to lick the elder's cheek. He pushed himself close and cuddled up. Vlad always seemed to know when he needed some relaxing time. These parts in-between made the pain so much more tolerable.

Vlad's strokes slowed down as Danny came back from himself, as the boy began to nuzzle and purr at the attention. As Danny curled up against his chest and made himself comfortable. Slowly the petting stopped and Vlad merely held the boy in place, one hand wrapped around Danny's hip, the other gently rubbing against his belly. Vlad buried his nose in Danny's hair, smelling sweat and fur and Daniel.

With a long rumbling purr Danny snuggled into Vlad's lap and rested his head on the armrest of the chair, his body half wrapped around his master. He really liked this, the slow attention and feeling Vlad's hands on his body, not to tease but just to touch and explore. It made everything feel… all right. It made him feel like he was more than just a sex toy, that Vlad enjoyed being with him enough to spend hours just holding him. Danny may have enjoyed being looked at with lust and desire, but he absolutely loved this. The teen closed his eyes and relaxed, not even noticing as he started to drift off into sleep.

Danny laid across Vlad's lap, his legs dangling off of one armrest while his head was supported by his paws on the other. A tempting belly stretched out over his lap. Vlad laid his hands on it, slowly petting him. He could feel Danny grow heavy with sleep as he relaxed, his weight pinning Vlad to the chair. This was... unexpected. Vlad contemplated phasing out from under his pet, leaving him to sleep in the chair. He had things to do after all.

But then Danny snuggled closer, letting out a small 'murr' sound. Vlad could stay here for a little while. Just a little longer...