"Aoba!" My name is repeated for the fifth time. I stir and push myself to sit up running my hand through my hair lightly.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Koujaku questions, moving into the kitchen to make his morning tea.
"I couldnt sleep so I was gonna sleep on the couch, but I must've- fell off at some point." I reply, pausing to yawn. Sitting on the couch, he pats the cushion next to him whilst sipping at his green tea. I cuddle into his side and his free arm circles me, holding me close.
"Did you have a bad dream?" He questions, wanting to get to the conclusion of why I couldn't sleep.
"No, I just couldn't sleep. I wasn't tired at all and then, at some point, I fell asleep." I lie, keeping my eyes on the coffee table, not really wanting to look him in the eyes as I lied.
"If you're still tired, go back to bed okay? I'll lock the door in case you do, so don't worry about that." He tells me, finishing off his tea and running his fingers through my hair.
"Do you have to go?" I breathe, snuggling closer to him. For some reason today felt like it would be a bad day... My head kept telling me, warning me, that something different was going to happen today and it was making me anxious.
"I wish I could stay but my first client is in ten minuets so I need to leave. But I'll come back early, I promise." He smiles warmly, holding his pinky out to me. I look up at him and feel my sad eyes brighten, wrapping me little finger with his.
"I'll see you later." He bids farewell, kissing me on the forehead and grabbing his keys from the coffee table. Shutting the door behind him as he leaves, I hear the lock turn and click into place and his footsteps die out. The sun had only recently peaked over the horizon and cherry blossom leaves were falling and moving with the breeze gently outside the window, merely delicate shadows against the early morning rays. For a day which events felt like they would be terrible, the morning was beautiful. For some reason I now felt even more anxious. Maybe it was because Koujaku presence wasnt with me any more. But I was locked safetly in the apartment so any attempt to get in would give me enough time to call for help... But Koujaku wasn't... He was in his salon with open doors, strangers walking in and his defenses down. He was the one in trouble! I push off from the couch and grab my keys from the kitchen side. Quickly unlocking the door, I swing it open... And then I realize how stupid I've been. How clever they've been and how stupid I've been. Sure they could go after Koujaku, hurt him, kill him, but then they'd never get to me. A tremendous force pushes me down and weighs on my body, preventing me from getting up again. They planted a little seed of doubt in my head from the start and have been waiting since until they knew I couldn't take it anymore. My head would think of something dreadful and it'd get the better of me. With no sleep I have a considerable lack of energy and can't push away the figure ontop of me. Not like I would be able to anyway. What hope do I have against a large, black furred, lion all mate? His paws are pressed against my shoulders, his muzzle close to my neck and a deep, intimidating growl rumbling in his throat.
"Welter, be nice. Its only Aoba." Trip soothes. From the corner of my eye I can see the two figures standing in the doorway, leaning up the frame, casually like this was an everyday thing for them.
"Hersha." I hear Virus's commanding voice order. A black snake slithers up to me, wrapping around my body and constricting my movements, so Welter can move away from me.
"Its amazing how strong you've been, Aoba. We thought you'd never slip up." Virus compliments, standing next to me, as to intimidate me more. Trips foot taps on the side of my chin, turning my head to look at him.
"To think your slip up was due to someone as petty as Koujaku." He sneers.
"Shut up!" I growl, struggling against the snake.
"Nice apartment though. What do you say Trip? Let Aoba decide?" Virus questions, folding his arms behind his head and walking around the room.
"It'd only be fair, he is living here after all." Trip replies.
"How about you let me go?!" I seethe, not particularly liking the shared information they're giving each other. They smirk at each and ignore my question.
"Well then, lucky Aoba gets to pick. What do you say, couch or bed?" Virus grins.
"Get out!" I exclaim, refusing to give in.
"What? You want to do it outside?" Virus questions.
"I'm sorry Aoba, we can't do that. The whole reason why we waited to break in here and have our way with you here is so that you know we can get to you at anytime and anywhere. If you're not gonna answer the question, we'll choose for you." Trip tells me, kneeling next to me and roughly grabbing my face.
"I think the bed looks a lot nicer." Virus mutters under his breathe. Welter bounds past me and into the bedroom. Grabbing my ankles, Trip follows Virus into the bedroom. I flail and kick my feet, but it doesn't even make him faulter as he's gripping my ankles tightly. Gripping onto my shoulders, the two work together to throw me onto he bed, Hersha quickly unraveling from me and avoiding being crushed under my body and the mattress. I struggle as Virus kneels over me and grips my wrists, trying to pin me to the sheets.
"Aoba!" I hear Ren exlcaim, running into the room. Trip is quick to react, connecting his foot sharply with the Pomeranians small body. Ren is sent to the wall, hitting it hard and sliding limply to the floor.
"Ren!" I call out, trying to reach him, but Viruses body weighs down onto mine, holding me onto the mattress. Picking him up by the scruff of his neck, Trip inspects Ren.
"How about we make you a deal, Aoba?" Virus begins as I watch Trip simply toss Ren the floor as if he was a piece of trash, "you stop struggling and do as we say and we won't damage your 'Ren' to the point where you can't fix him up again." He finishes. I can't move, I can't even speak. To be so powerless... To just watch that happen to Ren... I don't really have any choice.
"Move up to the pillows and stay still." He orders. I do as he says, my head pressing firmly into the pillows. Trip begins to undress me from bottom to top, his hands slipping and smoothing up and on the inside of my legs, whilst Viruses lips press against my neck, sucking and nipping as his hands play under my T-shirt, moving as much of the cloth out of the way as he could without actually taking it off. His fingers pinch my left nipple and I cry out in unwanted pleasure. My hand comes to my mouth slightly to try and stop any noises, but Virus quickly moves it. His lips press to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, forcing my own to twist with his. Another cry escapes me into his mouth as Trip presses a knee to my crotch and his lips attach themselves to my neck. Someone's hand runs down my abdomen and into my now undone jeans, slipping into my boxers. Trips teeth graze my earlobe as I can't prevent my leg crossing and my foot locking around my other ankle.
"Open your legs." Trip whispers, rather sinisterly, as if warning me. Slowly, I pull them apart and cry out again as fingers stroke me. Virus swiftly pulls my T-shirt off and brings his lips from mine and to my chest, slickly licking over the skin and sucking on my nipples.
"Aoba!" I hear koujaku's voice call out in ergency.
"Welter, take care of him." Trip orders, his hand still stroking me and his lips only parting from my neck for a second.
"Him?" Mink questions.
"Ah, so you all came?" Virus questions, removing himself from me and standing to face the group. I can't anymore... Trip has remained in his position and his stroking had gained pace, pushing me to my limit quicker.
"You expect to be able to walk out of this one?" Noiz questions, Trips lips pressing to mine and his eyes looking directly into mine. He's waiting for my to reach my limit, so he could enjoy the pure embarrestment I'll get from cumming in front of everyone and the satisfaction that after all my struggling and resistance, he was able to make me do it.
"Yes. We have a deal with Aoba. He does what we tell him to and we don't hurt his all mate." Virus explains. I can't see what's happening anymore, my eyes had become locked with Trips begging him not to continue. I grip his shoulders, forcing him to keep his lips pressed firmly against mine so to prevent any noise. Moaning into his mouth, my back arches as I unwantedly cum. I can feel the tears in the corners of my eyes as I let go and allow my body to go limp, breathing heavily.
"Done?" Virus questions.
"Yep." Trip grins, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them.
"Master." Clear breathes saddly. I keep my eyes fixed on where Trip was, not wanting to face the others like this, my breathing still unbalanced. I hear footsteps as the two begin to leave, then suddenly a growl from Mink I think.
"Ah, you don't want this little guy to get hurt do you?" Virus warns. My gaze quickly switches to the pair, Virus holding Ren my the scruff of his neck and backing toward the door.
"Ren!" I exclaim. There's a thud and the door shuts. After a few seconds of silence, Noiz moves to the coffee table with Ren.
"I'll check his damage." He says, opening his coil and Beni perching on his shoulder to wait for Ren to wake up again. Koujaku makes his way over to me, sitting next to me on the bed and brushing his hand through my hair. I feel paralyzed. In so much shock after what just happened that I don't dare to move.
"We'll go and make sure those bastards have gone." Mink announces, grabbing Clear by the back of his collar.
"But Master-!" Clear begins, but is cut off by Mink yanking him through the door. There's silence in the room. Koujaku rests his hand on on my cheek and I can't pull my eyes from the ceiling.
"I'm sorry." He breathes. I clench my jaw and bat his hand away from my cheek. Before he has chance to question, I get to my knees and force my body onto his, causing him to lie back. Pressing my lips to his, my hands tangle with his, our fingers entwining with each others.
"It wasn't your fault. You're here now, that's all that matters. You stopped it before it got any worse." I tell him, parting our lips slightly to speak, my eyes looking into his. His hand presses against my cheek again, causing this moment to freeze so he can can scan his eyes over me in a rather admirable look.
"Aoba..." He breathes, pulling my face close to his and attaching our lips together again. Pulling away he begins to straighten me up, doing my jeans back up and pulling my top down, smoothing out the ruffles and creases.
"We can talk about this later if you need." He promises. I nod in thanks.
"Aoba!" Rens voice calls out.
"Stay still, I haven't finished fixing you yet." Noiz instructs.
"Yo, furball, keep still. Aoba's fine." Beni assures. Quickly scrambling from off Koujaku, I kneel at the coffee table and look at Ren.
"Aoba, are you OK?" He panicks.
"I'm fine. I'm more worried about you. How are you feeling?" I questions, scratching a finger on his muzzle so not to interrupt Noiz.
"Better, thank you." He replies.
"There you go, should be all fixed now. His circuit board had come loose." Noiz tells me. Getting the all clear, Ren bounds up to me, jumping into my arms and nuzzling close to my chest.
"Master!" Clear exclaims, running to me and throwing his arms around me.
"They've gone." Mink assures, walking back into the apartment.
"Master I'm so sorry! Master was attacked and I didn't stop it! Are you OK?!" Clear cries, rubbing his face against mine.
"I'm fine, there's no way you could've known, don't worry." I assure, wrapping an arm around him, returning his embrace.
"I think we should give Aoba some space." Mink hints, gripping Clears shoulder and tugging him slightly. Noiz nods to me, understanding how awkward I'm finding all the attention.
"We'll come and see you again tomorrow Master! We promise!" Clear shouts, being dragged out again. I raise a hand and smile warmly in departure and the door shuts. I lower my hand and look to the floor. Tears slowly begin to to well in my eyes and I clench my jaw to prevent any noises.
"You really had me worried. We're lucky Beni stayed in the apartment otherwise who knows..." Koujaku trails off, suddenly realizing where his speech is leading, "are you sure you're OK?" He questions, walking over to me. I look up at him as the tears begin to roll down my cheeks and furiously shake my head. Almost instantly, he drops to his knees and pulls me into his embrace as I cry into his chest. His hand smooths through my hair and his grip on my body gets a little tighter, kissing my head. Koujaku was the only one I wanted to know how much I was hurting right now. How scared and vulnerable I feel. If the others knew, it would just become a guilty conscious, a new weight I don't want them yo bear. With Koujaku, we could talk it through, I can find comfort in him twenty four seven...
How much I felt like the kid in the park again... That little kid being bullied and being rescued by the dark haired boy in the yukata...
God I love him...