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Orfeu and Haru ver II

Cw: mentioned past punishments, pet whump, captivity, dehumanization, death character mention

So far the day was going well. They had finished breakfast and cuddled to sleep a little longer.

When they woke up again, Orfeu asked the pet to show him around the mansion.

He whimpers when Orfeu holds his hand. The man immediately lets go, but the pet corrects his mistake and holds it again, hoping it's not grounds for punishment. Thankfully, Orfeu just smiles and lets the pet guide him through the hallways.

The manor is huge, its corridors almost maze-like, and each corner of it filled with richness. It means little to the pet. Although he lives here, he knows that none of these luxuries are for him. He's just another asset of the house, gathering dust when not being used.

He's been made acquainted with the rest of the furniture and the history of artifacts around the home. Sometimes, he's tasked with guiding visitors and explaining to them the history of the Master's family and the history of the house.

And every time, he sees people fascinated by the richness that surrounds them.

So he's a bit surprised that the things that call Orfeus' attention are… unusual. Sure, the pet notices him pocketing a diamond or two, but otherwise, he seems to look past all that, into the carved corners of the house. Things that were brought from distant lands, and things that looked scary and unusual.

And well. When they go towards the music room, he stops in front of the damned painting.

Haru shudders.

Master always takes the long way around it, so he doesn't have to walk past that painting, the blonde woman smiling down at them from her frame.

Nowadays, the pet does too. It became too hard a memory to bear.

"Who is she?" Orfeu asks. He's not really looking at the painting either. He's staring down the hallway.

The pet follows his gaze, and there's nothing there…

"H-he-helena" the pet mumbles, picking the skin around his fingers and fighting with his words "M-master… mom"

Orfeu turns back to the painting, staring back at the painted eyes.

"...I see the resemblance. I wonder how things would he had she still been here" he shrugs.

The pet just nods.

He doesn't like to think of her. Not when it came packed with the memories of that dinner with Gerard, finding out he was made to wear the dead woman's clothes, and then tossed out for Farlan to see in a sick fucking joke.

But that day…

It changed a lot of things.

He only remembered so much of that day, so much of it hidden beneath walls he had no strength to rear down.

All he knew is he thought he was truly in hell, until he finally woke up in a hospital.

He was visited by a lot of people at that time. They asked him questions about his master, how he was treated. About his wounds. About abuse. They mentioned taking him away from his master…

And the pet lied through his teeth to protect the only life he ever knew. A man who had never been anything but cruel to him.

Sometimes he wondered how things would have gone if he had told them the truth.

But at least… It was better after that.

The next time he woke up, Master was by his side holding his hand.

He apologized. No one had ever apologized to him before and the pet didn't know what to make of it.

He didn't believe it when the master promised he'd change either. Those things would be better for the pet.

But at least to some extent, they had.

He was never hurt that badly again and his Master had granted him more mercy. More importantly, he granted the pet more affection and rewards too.

Life has become bearable, and he even felt more loved.

Some of his favorite memories had come after that, too.

They spent a while talking with a woman. Most of what she said was to Master anyway, about his life, and the pet tuned it out the best he could.

But she told Master to be more patient. To breathe. And find things to bond over.

Somehow they did.

They both enjoyed cooking a whole lot, and the nights they spent cooking together were some of the best they had.

Master found out he liked to read, too. And twice, he had been given books as gifts. He was also allowed to read in the library, when Master was there.

Life was better. There was still pain and tears. But there was some joy in it too.

Thanks to that red dress.

He flinches when he's touched, then quickly steadies himself.

"Sorry. You just seemed lost there" he says softly, bringing the pet back to reality. ."s-so-sorry" he whimpers, but just gets a dismissive gesture as reply.

"Let's keep going. This hallway has got bad vibes" Orfeu mumbles, and thankfully they get into the music room.

Pet's favorite.

All of his free time is spent here, training and singing and playing. And when it's empty, he gets to sit just under the sunbeam and sing…

He feels a little bit free.

Orfeu runs past him, sitting on the piano bench and cracking his fingers, an exaggerated smile.

The pet tilts his head curiously, wondering if he knows how to play, only to be granted with a creaky version of twinkle twinkle little star.

He does his best to hold back the smile, but a little bit still slips.

"You sing right?" He asks between key smashing "Farlan told me your voice is beautiful"

He blushes hard. Master… said that? He looks at his hands, now unable to contain his proud smile. His Master has been kinder but he's still very restricted with his praise.

The pet is happy to know he likes something about him.

"Would you like to sing something for me?"

…Pet nods. That's his main use, or course. He'd never say no to a request, but he still appreciates it being framed that way.

After a moment, he's given space on the piano… and closing his eyes, he starts singing Ave Maria.

He keeps his eyes closed for the first verses, letting the soft piano song guide him, confident enough he can please him.

…At least that's what he thinks. When he opens his eyes, Orfeu seems… kind of shocked, not exactly in a good way. There's something dangerous on those toxic green eyes.

It makes him lose his composure. He's good at singing under pressure but this…. He was unprepared. That odd man is surprisingly good at making him lower his guard.

And now he realizes it's a trap, as he falls to his knees and cowers back.

"S-so-sorry sorry…. Sorry bad… bad pet… can't… bad song-" he tries.

It brings the man back from wherever he was.

"Oh- shit - no no you don't have to -" the man gets up.

He just covers his face with his arms, hoping to avoid the worst of the blows.

None come.

Shivering, he lowers his guard, meeting the man's eyes.

"There… there. It's okay. You were great" he man says softly "I just… I'm not a fan of religious music, yeah? Shh. Shh. You didn't know that. I won't punish you for now knowing that"

He mumbles, letting that sink in, his heart beating fast, feeling like he just narrowly avoided punishment. If Orfeu ever asked him to sing again, he'd make sure to ask first.

"S-so….rry" he mumbles again, words feeling so heavy and hard.

"... It's alright" he says "let's just move yeah? You mentioned a library?"

…the pet nods, perking up a little. He enjoys it there too.

He just hopes it's less eventful.

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cw: dubcon, pet whump, substance abuse, ableism, classism, sexual conversation and flirting

He walked a lot looking for that prostitute last night, and it took its toll the next morning. 

He can feel the awful ache on his hips and knees before he even opens his eyes, worse than the headache he got from crying. 

But he also has the pet in his arms, and it gives him a wonderful smile, always so grateful for the small gentleness he gets. It seems over the moon today, having been rescued, bathed and allowed to sleep cuddling with its master on the bed. 

Farlan smiles back, pets the white hair. Sometimes he regrets allowing himself to care about the pet as it only made things worse for him. Other times, seeing that devoted smile, he thinks it was worth it.

“M-m-mmor…mor…”

“Morning pet” He sits up and looks around the room wondering where he left the damn thing “Get me my cane, please”

The pet nods and rushes out of bed, walking oddly and with shaky legs. Maybe he needs the help more than Farlan does today.

Still, with some struggle it manages to complete its task.

“Good. Back to bed now” He grants him that small mercy “I’ll bring us breakfast”

The pet nods, grateful that he wasn’t ordered to go back in the middle of those people. 

Farlan groans as he gets up, a sharp pain setting through his hips, but that was the harder part, as he makes his way to the wardrobe and as he struggles to get dressed he almost considers abandoning his plan and just calling room service.

But no, he wants to see if the whore is still down there and how well it survived. He doubts anyone respected any of his limits, or cared that he was drugged out of his mind. 

Not that it was his problem… after all the whore had betrayed him for a little extra money. But he felt a little responsible being the one who brought him into this wolf den. 

“T-t-t-t….-t-thank….” pet stutters, wrapped in blankets like a little nest. 

Farlan lifts his hand and it silences and tenses up. Then he sighs - he shouldn’t do that anymore. Their therapist had said the… incident rendered him partially mute, and stopping him from his attempts would make the condition worse. Even if Farlan didn’t often want to hear what a pet had to say… he wanted to fix that. He did promise to fix their relationship, after all.

“Don’t worry, I know what you mean. I’m not mad” he explains “I just have a bit of a headache right now. So why don’t you try and get some more sleep?”

He expected a little ‘yes master’, but the pet nods and quietly seeps back on the sheets. So he fucked up that too, and might not hear pet speak again today. 

He sighs, making his way to the elevator, ignoring that it still hurts. He is not using a wheelchair today, not here where all of them will fucking stare at him.

The hotel staff worked fast. 

He expected to see a mess when he arrived at the hall, but they had already cleaned up most of it and set up the usual decorations and an extensive selection of breakfast food in the dining room.

Farlan could see why his father liked to throw parties here.

He scanned the room. Only a fraction of the guests were here, looking horribly hungover. He guessed the rest was still asleep or had called for room service. And thankfully his father wasn't here. 

But he did find the whore.

He wasn’t allowed on a table. There were plenty of empty ones, but they would never let someone like him take it. 

He figured that at least, he wasn’t kneeling by their feet licking the food out of their fingers, but sitting in a corner on the floor, surrounded by plates of every type of food. He already had eaten way more than what seemed to fit on such a scrawny body.

He’s starving, Farlan realized. 

He tried to access his state, but someone had given him a shirt and briefs, both too big for him. The black dress hadn’t survived the night. His eyes were hollowed out and surrounded by black bags. He was pale and sickly looking.

Feeling the star the whore lifts its eyes and bares teeth at him, clutching a donut and groaning like he’s afraid Farlan will take it away. 

“...Easy boy, easy. I’m not taking that” the whore narrows its eyes “I just wanted to see if you were still here”

“...Just barely”

“Well. Why don’t you tell me what the fuck last night was about? We made a deal”

Out of habit Farlan hits the tip of his cane on the floor twice. It’s a warning to his pet, but it means nothing to the whore. 

“I don’t fully remember, to be honest” he puts the donut aside and chooses a cupcake out of the pile, licking up the icing slowly, batting his eyelashes “But you know… I’m not exactly known for my loyalty”

"Lesson learned" 

“Besides” he continues, licking his lips exaggeratedly “You seemed disgusted by me last night. You only wanted me because I was the most repulsive thing you could find”

Farlan averts his gaze. It 's kind of true. 

The whore sighs. “Whatever, I don’t care. I can afford a taxi today. And I got some new contacts. It’s a good day”

“Look… did they hurt you?” 

Once again he narrows his eyes, stares at Farlan for a long while, before picking up some coffee.

“A little. Nothing I can’t handle. There were just too many of them” he shrugs as if it’s nothing “I don’t know how many fucked me last night. I might need to take an STI test, I don’t know”

“How can you be alright with that?” He twisted his nose.

“Eh. It was kinda hot. Sometimes I bite more than I can chew and I have to swallow it either way” he winks. “Oh I’m sure you swallowed a lot” he rolls his eyes. 

“Anyway, what’s even your deal” he takes another cupcake, licking the icing off it and ignoring the rest “What was that all for? Your dad does seem like an ass but he wasn’t really all that upset about it”

Farlan smiles, shakes his head. 

“Well, it backfired yesterday. But looking back, I think it still worked out. I got my pet back”

Orfeu makes a pause, searching his scrambled memories for it. 

“...There was… a little guy tied up…?”

“Yeah. Him. He 's mine. But my father doesn’t seem to be able to keep his hands away from him. Even worse when… it’s for this”

He gestures to the tables filled with guests.

“Ooww. You love your little guy, hm?” He smirks “In love with a pet, dear?”

Farlan blushes. 

“NO. NO- I mean. He’s mine. And I don’t like when they touch my things” he crosses his arms “That’s just it”

The whore just lifts an eyebrow. 

“Enough to get your father to hit you for it?”

…He sees red. The audacity to talk to him like that… He tries to kick him, but his legs hurt far too much and he can’t keep balance, the whore just curling up and protecting its face, while he falls on his butt.

He groans, burning in shame as the guests have their eyes on him now. Orfeu tries to help him get up and he just slaps his hand away, struggling but managing.

“How much would you charge to just let me beat the shit out of you, freak?” he whispers.

“...Hm. Same as yesterday” he shrugs, kind of setting Farlan back. He wanted to threaten him, he wasn’t expecting this reply “...But I can’t right now. Hurts too much”

He sighs, anger subsiding. 

“Man… you’re really fucked up aren’t you”

He gets no replies back. 

“I’ll get going” he picks up some of the food, stacking it on his shirt and reading to leave.

Farlan follows him to the hallway.

“Wait - wait. Do you want a ride?”

He turns, frowns.

“Why the fuck would you offer?”

He doesn’t have a good answer for that. 

“I just want to leave this hotel for a bit” he tries. He figures the pet will be okay for a little bit.

“Fine. But I mean it. If you try anything funky, I’ll stab you” 

“I’m sure you will”

He drives according to his instructions. It leads them to the edge of the town, to a creepy looking gravel road in a forest, and he starts to wonder if he actually plans on stabbing him.

Finally they reach this tiny run down shack. Truly the stuff of nightmares. Seems appropriate for that guy, anyway.

“Thanks” Orfeu purrs “You know… I still owe you a fuck. I did take your money… and I’m not giving it back”

Farlan lifts an eyebrow. The guy looks destroyed.

“Can you even after all that?”

“Well. Honestly, I think my poor ass deserves a break. But I’ve got fingers, and a greedy little tongue” he licks his teeth and winks “Or if you are up for it, we could surely invert things a little”

“Invert?” He frowns.

“Yeah! Have you never considered getting topped?” he winks “Maybe even a little dommed, love?”

He nearly chokes, his cheeks getting hotter. 

He’s never even been with anyone who wasn’t a pet. And being topped by a pet felt like an insult. 

“That’s ridiculous”

“Well. You seem embarrassed” he teases and giggles, leaning closer “I’m good at figuring out what people desire. I can make you melt under my hands…”

“No. No I would not enjoy that- stop” He blushes harder, realizing he’s pressing himself against the door.

Orfeu leans back and gives him space, so he can fucking breathe again.

“Well if you don’t want that, it’s alright… But it seems to me that you are just afraid~”

“I’m not afraid” he groans.

“...Shame goes a long way to make your life miserable. There’s nothing wrong with subbing. I know what you associate it with but - it’s cathartic. It feels so intimate” he shrugs “And we can take as many breaks as you like. Go slow. Safeword if you need. You’re the boss after all…”

“Yeah - yeah I’m the boss and I want you to stop-” he demands, sweating and gripping the wheels “I need to go back now - I want to take my pet home”

“Well. Thanks for the ride then” he shrugs, opening the door ”You know where to find me”

He doesn’t reply, just speeding off from there as fast as he can.   

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CW: Substance abuse/drugs, abusive family, pet whump, trafficking, classism/ableism,

…He was clearly way out of his league in this part of town.

Everything there looked repulsive to him, from the agglomerated apartments in tiny unkempt buildings, to the dark maze like alleyways filled with trash and inhibited by homeless, the smell of smoke and urine, people high off their minds lying in the corners and the prostitutes in front of their shiny brothels.

There were lots of runaway pets here too, who had escaped their masters but found themselves unable to survive in any decent way.

If he found one of those, it would be a bonus, but it wasn’t required.

No, he just needed to find the dirtiest, messiest person he could. This poverty ridden district was perfect for it.

Meanwhile, Farlan wore an expensive suit. The watch on his wrist cost more than some of those houses, and his cologne fought bravely against the smell of filth. He touched his eye lightly, the skin there still sore and swollen from being beaten by his father.

And that's why he was here, in the first place.

Then, he saw it.

Leaning against a pile of trash bags on the floor, a cigarette between his lips that he barely seemed conscious of, clearly fucked out of his mind.

And he was. Odd.

While most he could pinpoint to body modifications - tattoos, including ink black up until his elbows, horn like piercings on his head, a black and green mohawk - he also had other details that just… didn’t seem possible.

His ears, for once, seemed too large to have been just operated. And his hands were shaped and crooked in ways he didn’t think was possible to get chirurgicale, almost claw-like, and eyes glowing an unnatural shade of green.

He was perfect. Just the biggest fuck you he could have to his father, who loved all things pristine and controlled carefully under his tongue.

‘Fuck you looking at, fancy boy?” the man barked, and Farlan realized he had been staring for far too long.

He got up in a second, baring sharp teeth as if about to bite him, twitching and turning out of control, eyes red and dilated. He seemed like he could give him rabies - and was also quite attractive.

It was also kind of funny to see him trying to be intimidating, when he was so short compared to Farlan, and far too scrawny.

“...You are perfect,” he says, smirking.

“...that I am,” the guy replies, slightly fixing his posture “Are you here for a fuck?”

“Something like that”

“It’s gonna cost yah…” he lowers his head, noticing the watch on Farlan’s wrist “a lot”

“I’ve got money” He shrugs, examining the guy better. He sees no barcodes, but his arms and hands are pitch black until up to his elbow… “And I’m on the market for a freak. Are you a pet?”

“Well, I can bark if you’d like me to,” he replies “Collars too, but again. It will cost yah”

Well, not a pet then. They are never that calm when they are found out.

He rolls his eyes.

“How’s this for the whole night?” he asks, pulling some notes out of his wallet “We are going to a party”

…He flinches back, then eyes the money. It’s a lot…

“...How many guys…?” he asks cautiously.

“Just me” he says back “You won’t have to do anything to anyone else. I just want you there”

He narrows his eyes, tempted by the money but not liking his words.

“Why, then?” The asks.

“...There’s just this old man I want to spite”

“Your ex?”

“What - fuck no!” He makes a grossed out face.

“Your dad then”

“You are fucking nosy for some whore” he says, getting aggravated now. Fuck, even in this hellhole people gotta get on his nerves “Are you up for it or not?”

…He considers it a little longer, before getting and pocketing the money.

“Fine. But if you want me to fuck someone else later - you’ll pay me extra”

“Don’t worry” he rolls his eyes, thinking no one there would even want to fuck something so filthy “...Let’s go”

He calls up a cab, pushing the twitching, shivering thing inside of it. And he stinks, almost as bad as that sewage space.

He knows the point is to have him be repulsive, but he at least needs a shower, or Farlan himself will end up vomiting.

He gives the cab driver the address to the hotel. It’s been fully closed for his father’s party, and brimming with his fancy guests.

So he thinks he will be mad as fuck to see him arrive with something as fucked up as this crack whore he found on a ditch.

And it will be his own fault, for taking his pet again despite his protests.

He notices he’s grinding his teeth, and pressing on the bruise again. Fucking hell.

"So…" the whore asks, his demeanor changing into something soft and submissive. It's almost pet-like, but with pets there's always fear behind the submission. With this guy… there's something dangerous bubbling. It almost makes it better "...What do you want me to be like, love? Tell me your fantasies… I'll make them true"

Farlan smirks. Would be cute if he wasn't so dirty and so out of his mind, whatever drugs he had used making him shiver and twitch, making quick moves with his head to the side.

"What's your name?" He realizes he didn't really ask. He doesn't even know if it's appropriate to.

"Orfeu" he replies, moving closer and leaning his head on Farlan's arm.

It takes everything on him not to shove him aside, and he makes a mental note to throw that suit out later "And your…. Sir?"

He smiles, and very hesitantly pets his dark hair. Hell, he hopes he doesn't have lice.

"You can call me Farlan. Mr. Farlan. Although sir… is quite pleasing as well"

He purrs, moving even closer. Farlan holds his breath, and when the whore moves to kiss him, he just shoves him off.

He catches a glimpse of hurt on his eyes. He might have missed it if he didn't live for so long with pets. But he soon recovers, purring louder.

"Hmmm will you make me beg for you siiiir??" He pouts.

"I'll make you fucking shower" he replies.

"Oh you're really a dick" the whore replies and closes his eyes, leaning back against Farlan.

"Hey. Don't sleep" he demands, shaking him.

He quickly fixes himself up, staring ahead…

He moves all of a sudden, and thankfully the window is open for him to throw up out of.

Fuck… This dude is not just fucked up, he seems to be genuinely having trouble. He sits back, cuddling up to Farlan with some drool running down his cheek.

He's already regretting this plan… but they stop at the hotel and it's too late to go back now.

He doesn't miss the way the clerk twists his nose at their new guest when he opens the door for Farlan.

The whore just flips him off, and Farlan realizes he can barely stand at this point, leaning on him for support.

"Man, you're a fucking mess" he complains, dragging his whore back to his room, immediately pushing him towards the bathroom.

He doesn't protest, giggling a little as Farlan starts to take out his clothes….

Then Farlan stops.

He… never had this before. He's never been with anyone who wasn't a pet. Even if a whore isn't all that above one… he still feels like it's different.

"Uh… is this okay?" He asks, taken back to the times when he actually bothered asking his pet.

He just giggles "of course love-" and he takes Farlan's hand, putting it inside his pants.

Farlan pulls it out immediately, grossed out.

The whore steps back, once again seeming hurt.

"What? I'm not giving you cooties dumbass" he says, and bares his teeth, then seems to remember his place "...sorry. Sir. Would you rather just watch?"

He offers, rolling his hips.

"Yeah" Farlan says, still staying close enough to catch him if he falls "hm. Don't they bother you?"

"...what? My massive badonkadonks? No. They are hot" he replies, tossing aside the cropped and freeing his breasts "Do they bother you?"

"Yeah. I mean. Not yours. Mine did" he stutters "I got them out as soon as I could"

That seems to surprise Orfeu, making him smile.

"...Oh. So it's t-cock on the menu today"

Farlan can't help but giggle.

"Yeah, sure," he shrugs.

"Well I'm good with it too. No worries" he winks, taking his shorts off and dipping his fingers down there, with a forced moan.

"...less touching and more washing" Farlan demands, seeing as the guy is just masturbating now.

He shrugs again, getting the sponge and side eyeing him.

Then, he turns around, and Farlan's eyes go wide.

…Scars. Made by a whip, he'd recognize it anywhere. But that's not the worst. His back was turned into a single bruise, likely by a belt.

"...If you aren't a pet" he replies "what's that bruise about?"

"...You got a bruise too, sir, and I'm not making stupid questions about it"

He loses it for a moment, pushing the whore against the shower wall, pressing him there. He doesn't seem phased.

"If you are a fucking pet, I might as well keep you to myself. Or maybe return you to your owner" he threatens.

"If I was a fucking pet, I'd have stabbed you already"

They stare at each other, water falling between them.

Farlan let 's go.

"Then why are you hurt?"

"Rough play, love. Costs extra" he replies dismissively and goes back to washing his sponge.

He's not convinced, but drops the subject. It's not his problem.

"There. I'm clean now" his whore whimpers, wrapping himself on a towel "what now… Sir?"

"Now you dress this" he replies, tossing him a dress. It 's plaid and very short, but it does fit him nicely "Good. I hope you are ready to party"

…initially it goes as planned.

The men look at him, Gerard's son, arriving with some dirty, drugged up street whore who looks like the spawn of Satan.

They whisper and stare, and Farlan is more than pleased about it. He's even happy to tell them where he found him.

They even seem to stop hurting his pet a little, the e white haired thing hanging from an intricate shibari built where his father placed him.

They hurt him.

Even from a distance, he can spot the blood and bruises on him and he's furious. No one should hurt his pet other than him.

But he can never fucking win.

Soon, he's pulled aside by his dad. Despite the blank expression, Farlan's learned to recognize that man's anger anywhere.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" He hisses, eyeing Orfeu who just waves and giggles, way out of his mind "bringing this fucking crackhead here?"

"Well… you took my pet so… I needed some company" he replies, grinding his teeth.

"Farlan, you…" he stops, taking a deep breath and glaring at Orfeu "You, whore. What are you called?"

"...Orfeu. Whore's fine too"

"...I'll pay you ten thousand to serve my guests tonight"

Their jaws drop.

"Holy shit -"

"You can't fucking do that" Farlan yells, half to Orfeu, half to his dad. He holds his arm "No- no I paid for you-"

"Hmmmm. He paid a lot more" The whore replies, stumbling out of Farlan's arms and into Gerards.

His dad stares down at Farlan, as he goes to announce Orfeu to the guests.

…he leans against the wall, feeling utterly defeated.

At least, that seems to distract the guests from his pet, and a few hours in, he manages to take it back to his bedroom.

He sighs, some tears dropping down his face when he washes the pets back.

The little thing knows better than to ask about it. He just silently sobs, having his own wounds and pain to bear.

"...it's okay" he whispers, massaging the white hair "... it's over. I'll take it easy on you this week"

The pet nods, affectionately nuzzling him.

…it kind of repulses him. It's hard to care about things he has no control over. Things he can't even protect, knowing he'll eventually lose him.

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Cw: Mentioned noncon (not too explicit this time); Mentioned starvation/food insecurity; pet whump; dehumanization; humiliation;

The pet wakes up in that man’s arms. Orfeu, if he recalled.

He has his hands resting over the pet’s hips, hands that look like they belong to a monster, ink black until almost the elbows, nails thick and curled like that of a beast. Pet still surprised those claws got inside him and somehow hurt less than Master’s soft fingers.

Turning to the side he sees Farlan’s up and getting dressed to go to his college lectures. He figures the guest is the only reason why he wasn’t kicked from the bed today as soon as Master woke up. He tries to get up by himself rather than wait for the man to wake and push him down…

“Stay”

He freezes staring dumbly at his Master. He rolls his eyes, his patience always too short for the pet. 

“Stay. You’re allowed. At least while he’s cuddling you”

He lets the air escape his lungs, sinking back into the sheets and quite relieved. Still, he remains weary as he watches Master moving around the room, combing his hair and putting it on a ponytail, dressing up in his tailored suit and applying so much cologne the Pet has to bury his face on the pillows to hold back the sneezes.

Master always smells so good. His favorite cologne has tops of lemon and jasmine and a soft wooden background. It denounces his arrival before the master enters a room, and lingers after he leaves. It has also impregnated the sheets, the pillows and even the pet itself, sticking on his skin and leaving a trace where he was held. 

After he’s done playing or hurting him, Master takes him to the bathroom and places him on a tub which he lets fill with mercifully warm water. He washes his back with milky soap and his hair with strawberry shampoo. Sometimes, he baths by himself too, making extra sure he’s clean and groomed to his Master’s liking. 

Still, the Master's smell is stronger.

It stays, no matter how much he scrubs his skin.

Which is why he’s oddly glad about how much the guest just… stinks. 

He stinks of sour cigarette smoke, candle wax and forest mold, sweat and booze and sex and asphalt. He stinks and for once, it overpowers Master’s lemony scent. 

Once Master finally leaves, he sinks his head on the man’s chest and inhales, trying to pick apart all that makes his smell, nuzzling a little so his stubble beard scratches the pet's face. 

Unfortunately that wakes him up, and they lock eyes, pearly blue in toxic green ones. He feels himself grow cold, afraid he’ll be hurt for waking him, but the man simply smiles, a row of creep teeth. He thought those were fascinating, but wondered how much it hurt to make them look like this. 

“Good morning” he says, and Pet cringes at his breath. And Orfeu notices “Oh, guess I need to brush my teeth. And a shower-”

Two mistakes. It’s barely eight in the morning, and he’s made two mistakes with Master’s new guest. He’s shaking…

“I-I- nhh s-s-sorry, pet… dirty, pet is, is, not-”

“Shhh” he picks up one of Pet’s white locks, playing with it between his distorted fingers “Not a big deal. I have an idea. Why don’t you go get us some breakfast, while I wash, hm?”

He nods, nearly jumping out the bed. 

He doesn’t bother getting dressed. He knows it bothers some of the workers of the mansion but… it’s nothing that they haven’t seen before. And he’s been through… so much worse, he hardly feels humiliated by the nakedness anymore. 

“Good morn- Oh fuck. Please wear clothes” Ms. Lenora complains, as the pet runs into the kitchen. 

He blushes a little and waves at the housekeeper apologetically, one of the few employees that work at the house. It’s a small task force and there’s always a lot of work to be done. The Pet has to help sometimes, and while most of them are either bothered or even hostile towards the pet, she doesn’t seem to mind.

“It 's alright. Go see if you can find something in the laundry room, I’ll prepare your food” She says, just smiling at him.

"G-guest" Speaking is getting harder and harder these days.

"Guest?” She frowns. Farlan must have forgotten to warn her, but she knows Pet wouldn't lie about "Fm. Guess you’ll need something better than oatmeal then. Now, please, get dressed-"

He nods, going past the kitchen and into the laundry room. People there glare, disgusted by his presence, his nakedness, the violence marked on his body. He quickly snatches a shirt from the clean pile. It’s Master’s, but he won’t mind. 

He smiles when he gets back into the kitchen, seeing Lenora preparing a tray with avocado toast and eggs, cuts of meat and picked fruits. He hesitates for a second, then approaches to help her, which earns him a soft pat on the head.

“Good boy”

Something deep inside him says he should feel humiliated by this sort of affection. But it’s all that exists in his world, and oh, he’d take humiliating affection over pain any day. 

Finally he carries the tray back upstairs, hoping this man Orfeu allows him to eat. He’s not good at starving. Farlan is not the most merciful of Master’s, but he’s generous about food, only denying it when it annoys him enough for a hard punishment.

But sometimes he’s left under the care of Master’s father, Gerard, the lord of the house, who is very prone to making him starve. ‘A petite little songbird’, the man says, feeding him nothing but what he can lick off of his fingers.

He remembers them fighting the first time his Master traveled and left the pet under Gerard’s care. After a week, when he came back, the pet went to welcome him and ended up passing out from starvation. 

“Oh, that’s fancy” Orfeu says, coming out of the bathroom and throwing himself on the bed, a towel wrapped around his hair. 

“Come on-” he taps the bed by his side, coaching the pet to sit by his side. He does it hesitantly. Master Farlan would be angry if they dropped food on the sheets… but he’d be even angrier if the pet denied a guest's request, so he obeys.

…He immediately notices the smell. He must’ve stolen the cologne because he smells exactly like Farlan now. He swallows, wondering why this makes him feel grief. 

“Did you make the food?” 

“H-h-helped” the pet mumbles, a bit thrown aback by how casually he talks. He must be used to pets. Maybe even have some of his own.

“Own, it's very good”

The pet just nods, hands crossed politely over his lap, trying not to stare at the food.

"You aren't much of a talker, are you?"

He flinches hard. It used to be so easy.

"I-I can, ifsir wamt. Msorry Sorry" he whispers, feeling the words roll and mix, his tongue too heavy to properly form them.  Why speak, if no one wants to hear? "Hard. Msorry"

"It's alright, love" 

He realizes the pet staring and chooses to be merciful, cutting a piece of toast and taking the piece to his lips. He parts them obediently and chews the food slowly, enjoying the taste. It also makes for a good excuse to stay quite.

“You don't have to. I'd like you to, if you can. But I don't mind if you don't want to"

It sounds like a mockery, if not for his genuine expression. 

Pets don't have wants, or so they say. Of course it's a lie. The pet wants a lot of things. It's just that a pet's wants are meaningless. 

He just obediently opens his mouth again, letting the man place a piece of fruit inside. So it seems that just like Gerard, this man likes to hand feed pets, enjoying the utter submission of the act. He does his best not to resent that, at least he's being generous with the portions, letting him chew a cut of strawberry. 

"He said you don't have a name…" the pet struggles not to flinch with the way Orfeu toys with the knife.

Thankfully, he simply cuts a piece of the meat for himself. 

"I kinda wanna give you one"

…Pet stares. This screams of a trap. He recalls him telling that to the master last night, and Farlan being very clear that the pet does not deserve one.

"Sir'angry" he replies, the best he can, in between the little bits of food he's being fed. 

"Farlan? Nah, I'll handle him" Orfeu promises, seeming all too confident. Well, it's true the Master seems to forgive a little more disrespect from him than from most others… but this is a big thing. 

"It's unfair to not be named. I'll think of something. You can help too" he offers. 

The pet shakes his head shyly. It's not for him to decide. But… he kinda hopes this strange man can indeed get him named. He'd like to be someone. 

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