Hope you enjoy~! Remember this will end up having mature content! Also in the description showed there is abuse and past abuse, so please heed the warning!
The following week has me adjusting to their home and the two homeowners, liking the attention. I would lay on the cushion near them and if close enough, they would pet me. It brought so much relief in me as I felt myself falling into sleep easily and taking small naps when I could as I was used to doing so from the pound. Sabo really did stay home, which I shortly began to realize in the home they didn't wear their cloths. Nothing private wise is noticeable, as they seem to be a species that 'tuck' themselves away when not necessary and the cloth may be something for those species that possibly do have theirs on the outside or just in general. The pants I wore were a pair picked out ahead of time, Marco buying different sizes before taking the ones not needed back to get me more to stay comfortable around the home.
While staying at the home, Sabo would feed me when his alarms sound for him to eat. A few times when he silenced the alarm and it was lingering for a while, I would remind him to eat. He had been surprised as I said for him to eat, not me, and he gave me lots of pets with soft praises for that. The praising had caught me off guard, but took them in while trailing with him to the kitchen as he mentioned so.
Being in an environment full of love and kindness had me settling in quickly, noticing how they were staying like that, even when I would be stubborn. They were patient and I had broken down one night alone in my space of the living room bedroom because it felt unreal that I was finding some place to be treated better. I may still be a pet to them, most likely, but I wouldn't lash out as it is the best place I could have ever gone. Thinking that all those times before are being pushed away as these two were making it all better is unbelievable.
"Help?" Sabo asks as I sit on the cushion next to him, but gave enough space for now as it might be weird for me to be against him in any way.
"Mh," I nod while giving a serious look and he breathes out with his book set to the side.
"That's not necessary…" A frown finds me as I shift a bit to look at him in determination.
"I want to help…" Green eyes flicker, the slit-pupils watching me before he smiles softly with a sigh.
"Okay, okay… Bring the hamper down to the first floor? Just leave it in the laundry room." A grin finds me on the mentioning and I nod while moving to go do the task.
It was a minimal task, pacing myself slowly as it wasn't much and didn't need to rush—plus I was a bit out of rhythm with my physical strength from the lack of doing anything in that small prison before. After getting the task done, I came back to curl up next to him, his hand automatically finding me to begin petting along my head. Eyes didn't tear away from his book as he pets me with a smile lingering. When it had been time to make dinner, I asked to help him instead of sitting and waiting. Again, he had been unsure, but he gave while letting me clean some of the vegetables and helping in stirring some things. When dinner was about ready, Marco had come home and looked a bit surprised.
"Welcome home!" I tell him with a smile as I hold a bowl next to the other homeowner.
"You made it in time, love. We were just about done," Sabo mentions with a smile showing and continues to scoop some food onto another plate, filling up the last spot for it.
"Were you helping, Ace?" Marco asks while moving to the chairs in the dining area, mostly stool-like and for good reason too with their attributes.
"Yeah!" I tell him with a grin as Sabo soon motions for me to put the bowl down. I follow the notion and grab my plate while carrying the drinks, walking carefully after Sabo. Marco helps getting the drinks from me to place them out and I soon find my spot on a stool, noticing Marco perched already by the time I sat. I had noticed the first night that his chair was made specifically for him to rest with talons gripping it while not being too tall to eat.
A joy flourishes through me as Marco talks of his day, and it's so nice to feel a part of it all. Some things he pauses when I show a slight confused face on what he is talking about. They try to explain things to me, saying some places they want to take me one day and talking of them. It all sounds so amazing and they even made a list, Marco using the holographic features of his bracelet to make notes. It was also used for business related with emails and calls or messages. Sabo has one, but doesn't wear it often, he usually leaves it on his desk.
Going out to view this world didn't sound so bad and they always implied when I was ready they would set a time. They wanted me to come to terms of the rules set for pets, needing a collar and leash with the marking showing I belonged to them. When it was brought up about the marking, they would mention of nothing being bodily harmful as I know a few who have to me and I have a scar on my bicep from a marking being basically skinned from me. Everyone has a different marking, most related to family insignias, which I have noticed that the one they have seemed to come from Marco's side. I didn't delve too much into it, not really ready for that yet, and would only stare to it in curiosity on occasions.
After dinner, they told me I should take a shower and I merely followed that as Marco had a look on his face. Even with being human, I could clearly see the carnal desire lingering in those eyes towards Sabo. The two are lovers, I had a feeling after spending the following night after arriving. They show affection when they can and let touches linger, the nuzzling seeming to be just as loving as kissing is that they do as well. So, when they mentioned of bathing, I went to the living room bathroom and took my time.
I don't find it strange that they share those moments, if anything, this has been the only time I truly thought on it. From previous homes, I never knew if those couples did as I was mostly locked up or being scolded, if I was lucky enough to not get a beating of a lifetime. I was troublesome for the past homes, I admit to it, but I didn't want to roll over for them since they were screaming at me for not taking their shoes off for them or cleaning up their messes. I wouldn't even do things that I wouldn't have problems doing here, it was the fact that in the last homes—they treated me like trash. Like I was disposable, which I guess I was when they would toss me into the pound so readily, and I never really could retaliate in force because I was given either restrictions by someone having a stronger person (or being strong themselves) or they used lethal collars on me.
I still shudder at the remembrance.
Now, I am in a place where they see me as company, which is a whole lot better than as a slave. I hope that I can get rid of my tendencies to tense or shift away at certain points. They try to make sure I feel comfortable, but I do have my moments and they let me sleep where I want. I was even offered to rest in their nest with them, though I didn't want to impose on their private time together and kept to myself. This life was good, I think I could do great here and show that I don't mind helping around so they never tire of me.
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During Marco's days off is probably the greatest times, not only because I get to spend time with him, but seeing Sabo get his time with him all day is great as he smiles so brightly. I always make sure on Marco's days off that I stray away to let Sabo have his time and be able to rest with him a whole lot. Though, they always end up coaxing me over if I come along their line of sight, having me a little confused, but never turning it down.
I have been here for a month, Earth time, around a Stilt and a half for this planet. Most things were familiar and seemed to be labelled somewhat the same or at least my brain has filtered it that way, but their calendar is different than Earth was. I kept track mentally on Earth's calendar, hoping one day I would get to return. Though, the war status I have seen on the Disk showed of the forces here and I wonder if the military back on Earth would stand a chance, even with upgrading everything for galactical war.
My fingers wiggle as the contraption before me is getting ready to fire out this ball. Now, my first thought had been on how ridiculous this was, but I gave in after a little while of boredom and being curious. The thing is basically like a fetch machine, shooting out this goo ball that sticks to whatever it lands on, but always pops up like a regular ball to roll or bounce away. I was told to keep it on a low setting, so it wouldn't reach the breakable things in the living room. It made me antsy, getting the ball before it gets too far on most occasions. I wanted more, and they were enjoying themselves in the kitchen as they plan an outing, so I curiously push the setting higher—just one up on the dial can't hurt surely.
The ball shoots out, splatting to a wall before springing off and I slide over to catch it. A grin flourishes on my face before putting it in again, letting the thing fire away, hitting the ceiling this time. It was getting fun, having me dive farther, making it a game to catch it before it finds the ground.
That was until it crashed into one of their vases.
I stare to it in shock, the ball rolling away from it, and can only feel something clenching my chest. The sound of footsteps sends a gripping fear in me, realizing what I had done. Not only did I turn up the setting when they said not to, I broke one of their vases and it looked expensive, probably worth more than me. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't move as Marco was the first up the steps and in the living room with a gaze to it and I can only stare to those blue-grey eyes as they find me again.
"Ace, what did you do?!" The words come out, anger lingering, and I was scared for once of the situation instead of trying to show anger back like before.
"I-I…" The words stuck in my throat as I bring hands to my chest as my head lowers with shoulders slouched forward. No doubt guilt is written on me as I completely feel it. I didn't mean to, but I also disobeyed them.
"I said not to turn up the setting because of this reason, yoi." Marco's feathers are a bit ruffled and I notice Sabo coming up, but talons step closer to me by Marco and has my focus more there. An exasperated noise comes out as he tilts his head at me, a scowl on his face as he watches me.
"I'm sorry…" I mention softly as I watch his body language and notice the shifting. A hand moves to swing out to his side and has me flinch while covering hands over the back of my head as I face to the ground, biceps on either side of my face and begin to tremble, waiting for the hit I deserve to come. Stinging in my eyes as I let out a stifled breath and it hits me heavily on my situation. I was scared, never feeling so much of it in my life except the time I was dragged from my planet and watched one of the kids with me die from not adjusting to the atmosphere properly, and the other time being the first horrid beating I ever received.
"Ace," my name triggers me to tense while trying to look smaller by crouching and still trying to protect myself.
"M-M'sorry! I-I'll clean it up! I'll f-fix it! Please, I didn't m-mean to!" I start letting out pleads with quivering, not being able to shut my mouth because I feared they would realize I should just be hit or that I wasn't worth having. "I-I didn't listen! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! P-Please, please don't… I'm sorry… Please don't hurt me, ple-ase… don't get rid of me..." My voice chokes into a whisper at the end as I am crying with fingers gripping into my hair, not being able to believe that I messed up so bad. It would be all my fault for getting abandoned again and the thought that I couldn't even behave for the nicest couple to adopt me was weighing heavily on me.
Feathers are touching along me as arms incase me in a hold and I stiffen with shaking. "Sshh, I'm sorry, Ace. I didn't mean to raise my tone at you." The soft coaxing has me sob a little more, not believing how he could hold onto me. "Come here, yoi. Let me hold you properly." The cooing trailing after is part of the coaxing as he shifts—being crouched—and talons are scraping slightly while he moves. My body is moved to curl against him as he is kneeled enough for my head to be at his chest. "I would never hit you…" He speaks softly with more cooing to reassure while I let hands move to get arms around his body, mindful of his feathers, and seek that comfort.
"I-I'm sorry… I didn't know it was really going to…" I pause to breathe in shakily, but can't continue as he makes shushing coos while brushing his fingers through my hair.
"It's okay, yoi. Things happen," he mentions while I feel something around my leg, it moves me slightly as Sabo slides up behind me to wrap around my abdomen. A soft growling emits from his throat as he presses his face into my upper back between shoulder blades.
"We would never hurt you, Ace." The gravelling tone gives me more reassurance as I squeeze eyes shut and try to relax. Sniffles leave me, getting to calm down by both being there before they let me sit up.
"Will you help me clean it up?" I ask hesitantly towards Marco, my hand moving to rub at my eye, and he smiles.
"Yes," the answer has me smile a little while he pulls away to get the things we need from the kitchen. I take this time to shift a bit so I can give a look to Sabo, seeing as he moves a hand to rub at my cheek and the other hand moves to pet along my head.
"I want to hurt whoever hurt you…" He whispers, those mixed eyes gleaming towards me with those slit pupils thinning and I know he is being honest. Sabo looked like he really would hurt anyone at this moment and I find myself surprised at such a thing.
Hands move along to my shoulders and he yanks me forward, nose nuzzling into my throat as arms clasp tightly around my chest. I am startled, but don't feel threatened as I relax with my cheek to his shoulder, noticing the scales texture being a little rough where they are mostly outlined. His face continues to rub into my neck as claws nip into my skin, knowing he was being fiercely protective by the way his aura practically screamed it.
"Sabo?" The other homeowner is back, but I can't see Marco as I am stuck and can only hear him begin cooing. A soft growl comes from Sabo as he holds me with a slight grip, but relaxing shortly after to not hurt me. "Let us clean up and then you can, okay?" The question confuses me, but whatever it is has Sabo reluctantly letting me go with a complaining whine lingering low from him. I shift to sit up again, noticing Sabo looking unhappy, but I turn my head to see Marco approach. A small dust pan is handed to me with a small brush, perfect for the plaster like vase.
I easily get the pieces swept up, asking if they wanted me to fix it, but they reassured me it wasn't anything important. It was merely a decoration and they could always get a new one. Marco apologized a few more times for getting upset so easily and for moving his arm like he did. In all honesty, I'm surprised I reacted how I did without thought. I merely feared losing this all and angering them to the point they would rid of me like most did. They hadn't asked more on my reaction, but I think it was because they were aware or at least semi-aware on why.
We got it all cleaned up, Marco showing me how to get the certain gel and dirt out of the rug. I appreciated the small lesson and helped put things away before he led me back to the living room. Sabo had moved to a cushion that is like a lounge chair and I moved over to him by Marco pressing me softly in his direction. I was confused, but Sabo merely began tugging me to have my body pressed into his.
The protective hold had returned with face nudging against the side of my head as I sat sideways in his lap and we were getting situated. His tail even curled around my waist to keep a hold and I linger in the hold, enjoying the attention being given to me. When noticing I would be here a little while, I moved arms to go around his torso and his upper body is a bit longer, so my head nestled closer to his pectoral. The nuzzling had made do with the top of my head and kept at the soft growling, almost as if he was soothed.
My eyes catch Marco as he was leaning and smiles as I look to him in confusion. A gleam of humor shows on his features, that look reassuring me that the situation wasn't bad, and he may explain later. When he moved away, I rub my cheek against Sabo, not minding the scarring as I close eyes to rest. A soft growl lingers from him, tail tightening as I relax into his hold fully, trusting him with every fiber of my being. I let myself begin to doze off as a hand runs through my hair, nails scrapping lightly and bringing a familiar comfort.