Sekai ichi Catsukoi

Chapter Forty-Six: Kitty Porn

In the hall outside the Emerald department, Kisa stood staring out the window of his new editorial home. His slender fingers traced Yukina's collar. It hung light there, the braided leather soft against his skin. He'd donned it before going into the HR office, swapping it out for the temporary one he'd been wearing.

It struck him how nicely the collar fit him. It was by far the most comfortable he'd ever worn; almost like it belonged there. Shaking his dark head to dislodge this thought, Kisa reminded himself that as soon as work ended, the temporary one was going back on. He belonged to no one, owner or not… Even if his new owner was a "prince;" fairy tale endings only existed in stories, and if they did occur in the world, they happened to others, not him.

Kisa mentally rounded up all the uncomfortable feelings these thoughts stirred and tucked them into a box to be shelved along with countless others in his heart. As he did this, he continued to stare out the window. Dark-brown eyes tracked the paths of the large snowflakes drifting softly down into Marukawa's plaza courtyard. His tail twitched and, despite his age, he had difficulty keeping his ears from flickering at the kittenish impulses that gripped him. Seeing all the little dancing white flecks made a part of him want to scamper about.

"Oi, Kisa!"

The low voice of his new boss also made Kisa want to scamper too but for entirely different reasons.

Turning around, Kisa saw Takano striding towards him. His ears flattened in trepidation, not that he'd done anything wrong. In fact, he'd only been away from his desk for five minutes and it was the first time he'd gotten up at all since the first pile of proofs had been set before him.

Takano stopped and peered down at him over the glasses perched precariously low on his nose.

"I'm heading down to the conference room… 205. We have our editorial staff meeting there in ten minutes. Most of my stuff is there already, but I forgot that packet that arrived from Ida-sensei this afternoon. Get that for me, will you?"

Kisa nodded his head and his tail flickered with relief.

"Of course, Takano-san!"

Takano gave a grunt that could have been interpreted as either appreciative or a signal to "hop to it." Kisa didn't dare ask his boss to decipher it; he just darted into the office to locate Ida's materials.

It took him a couple minutes to find the envelope: Takano's desktop was a model of barely contained chaos. He shook his dark head at all the responsibilities a chief editor had and was grateful that he'd never been promoted to such a complicated position. Still, the dark neko was very pleased to be back in editing. Like sex, it was one of the few areas of his life he'd ever really felt any proficiency in.

Taking Ida's materials, Kisa moved over to his own desk to gather his new company-issued notebook and the hard copies of the proofs he'd finished that day. As he picked up his things He couldn't help but glance over at his new deskmate. Takano had him working alongside his personal pet neko, Ritsu, and Kisa was happy with the arrangement. Since meeting that morning, "Ri-chan" had proved remarkably fun to tease, and this gave him something to do whenever he needed a break from his proofing.

A small smile pulled at Kisa's lips.

Right now, in fact, would have been a perfect time to rile the little brunet: Ritsu had fallen asleep at his desk, surrounded by the literally hundreds of manga Takano had dumped on him to read as research.

Tempting as the idea was, Kisa decided to forgo rousing Ritsu. For one, he didn't want to be late to the meeting. Also, he knew the younger neko had started the day all but exhausted and injured to boot. So, in light of this, he decided to let Ritsu keep on neko-napping.

Just as he was preparing to leave, Kisa heard Ritsu let out a low breathy moan. The sound sent a jolt straight to his fuck-feral cock. With wide eyes, the black neko watched Ritsu's ears flicker in his dreams. A soft purr burred in the brunet's chest as Ritsu sighed, "Saga-senpai."

A wide grin now split Kisa's features: Ri-chan was having quite the dream, indeed, it appeared. He was suddenly glad he hadn't woken him up. As he moved out of the room, Kisa's tail curled with mischievous anticipation. He could hardly wait to get back from the meeting to tease Ritsu and find out more about who this mysterious "Saga" person was. He could picture the younger neko's furious blush already.

The door to the Emerald office clicked softly closed behind Kisa's black tail. Alone in the room now, although he didn't know it, Ritsu shifted in his sleep. He pulled his manga-filled hands down and nestled in further to their pages. His mind was years away from Marukawa, locked into the memory-filled dreams that had plagued him ever since he'd fled his first owner.

Following his new master into what was now his home, Ritsu was impressed. Even though it was much smaller than the breeder's manor he'd grown up in, it seemed quite a palatial structure for only three people.

"You really live here with just your parents, Saga-senpai?"

Eager green eyes scanned the room from the entry, taking in all the fine furnishings. He sniffed lightly so as not to be rude, but was surprised at how empty the house smelled. He could make out the subtle scent of his master in the home, but there was very little indication of other human occupancy.

From over Saga's broad shoulders, golden eyes glanced down at the wondering neko.

"They work a lot."

Ritsu cocked his head at the terse explanation and nodded as though he understood it. He couldn't imagine, however, how many hours his new master's parents must work for their scent to be so absent.

Setting his small suitcase and the soaked umbrella down, he followed his owner's example and slipped out of his shoes and wet jacket. He took up his case again when Saga nodded his head and said in an apathetic tone, "My room is upstairs."

Climbing the stairs Ritsu continued to be stunned by how quiet the Saga house was compared to the lively quarters he's been raised in.

It was eerie.

No wonder Saga-senpai needs a neko… He must get lonely here by himself.

Dropping his eyes from the broad shoulders before him, Ritsu's ears twitched. He knew a thing or two about loneliness himself, even in the midst of all of his kennel brothers and sisters.

Stepping into his master's bedroom, Ritsu stopped short: this was obviously where his new owner spent most of his time. His eyes widened and his skinny, brown tail twisted itself into a sudden curlicue at concentrated smell of Saga.

It was delicious.

Ritsu couldn't even try and hide his sniffing now. Warm and musky, his senpai's scent was like some catnip elixir. The kit-teen felt his cheeks go bright pink as a strange, sweet tension stirred his nether region.

"You better not have caught a cold…" Saga grumbled. "Standing out there in the rain like an idiot. I don't have time to nurse a sick neko."

Covering his nose with one of his small hands, Ritsu blushed deeper. "Oh, no, Senpai. I'm fine."

Saga frowned at his new pet's squeaked response. The Oda's cheeks were almost fever-bright and he hadn't stopped sniffling since he'd entered the room.

"Want something to drink?"

It didn't really matter what Oda answered, Saga had already determined his new pet was getting some juice for his sniffles. Fuzzy brown ears flickered and Ritsu lowered his hand from his nose. His large eyes looked uncertain, like this was some kind of a quiz.

"Uh… Okay?"

Relief filled green eyes when it seemed that he'd chosen correctly. "Thank you, Saga-senpai."

Saga grunted at the thanks. It bothered him that already his new Oda seemed so eager to please and so appreciative. Plus, he was too damn cute, standing there, in the middle of his bedroom looking lost.

"Yeah, well, make yourself comfortable. We'll clear out a drawer or something for you to stow your stuff in when I get back."

With this he ambled out, leaving Ritsu alone to explore.

Tail curling and uncurling with emotion, once Ritsu was sure Saga was really gone; he set down his case and began to move cautiously about. His new master's quarters were fairly spare, outside a few high-end electronics and books. Green eyes took in everything, looking for clues about what Saga was interested in. He told himself he wasn't being snoopy, he would need to know about these things if he was to be a good pet for his senpai.

Saga…

A tiny nervous titter slipped from Ritsu.

The Kit-teen couldn't believe he belonged to someone now, especially someone as handsome and cool as Senpai, even if his master seemed rough around the edges.

I only hope I can be good enough for him.

After noting with approval all the novels on Saga's shelves, many off which he'd read too, Ritsu stepped over to his owner's desk. He looked at all the textbooks there, noting what classes his owner was taking. Opening the cover of the advanced math book that sat atop the stack, Ritsu's hand accidentally hit the computer's mouse and the window behind the screen saver popped open. Noting the shift in light, the kit-teen looked over and his eyes widened.

NYMPHO NEKOS- The Hottest Uke Pussies Online!

Beneath the garish banner proclaiming this were dozens of pictures of nekos, none looking much older than himself. However, in every image the hybrid was naked and in a number or these there was at least one naked human too.

With his sheltered upbringing, Ritsu had never seen such things, they defied even his wildest imaginings. The birds and the bees were not something discussed in his household despite all the breeding that went on there. In fact, it had just been a few months ago that he'd first heard the word "uke" mentioned by his breeder. And though he knew she had designated him one, he still wasn't even sure what this meant entirely.

With an uncomfortable twist in his stomach and an undeniable heat spreading through his groin, Ritsu's catlike curiosity got the best of him. Slender fingers reached out and he clicked on the arrow hovering over one of the images.

Within seconds the video loaded and the room echoed with the sounds of heat howls and slapping skin. It took Ritsu a few second to recover from seeing what the three human males were doing to the little, male neko wedged between them before he scrambled to shut the video off.

Backing away from the computer like it was about to attack him, Ritsu didn't stop in his retreat until his calves hit the side of Saga's futon. Eyes dinner-plate large, he sank down onto its cushioned surface. Arms wrapping around himself, his whole body trembled as his mind replayed in a loop what he'd just seen.

What they were doing to that neko… I never even thought about putting something like that in those places… His mouth… His… His…

Ritsu's ears lay flat against his head, his tail whipped about spasmodically.

Those guys, er… "parts" were so huge… Are all human males built like that? How did those even fit… No. I don't want to know…

After a minute, fighting to regain his composure, another thought hit Ritsu that all but had the kit-teen diving under the covers.

Wait, if that was on Senpai's computer… Does that mean… Is that why he agreed to buy me? Is that what he's going to do to me?

The notion that his new owner would use him like that terrified Ritsu, but the thought that he might share him with other boys as well filled him with a crushing horror.

Ritsu grabbed a pillow from the head of the futon to stifle the sob that bubbled up in his scrawny chest.

The instant the pillowcase grazed his nose, the spicy, concentrated scent of Saga hit his system like a drug. Burying his face into the pillow, Ritsu inhaled deeply and felt his heartbeat immediately even out. There was nothing here in his human's smell that was at all threatening, nothing malicious, though his neko nose definitely picked up more than a whiff of melancholy caught in the soft fabric.

No, his senpai's scent was immensely soothing… It was "right" somehow in a way that Ritsu couldn't explain. The coldness that had gripped his chest melted and warmth bloomed within him. This heat trickled down to gather in his groin.

Ritsu was shocked to find that the images from the computer that had been burned into his mind now didn't seem quite so terrible. Not if it was Saga, and only Saga who was doing them to him. Not if those things made his owner happy.

The sound of a light cough caught Ritsu's ears and they swiveled to the doorway. His eyes followed and he looked up to find Saga standing there, a can of juice held in each hand and a strange expression on his face.

Oh, crap… Senpai's going to think I'm some kind of pillow sniffing freak!

Scrambling, Ritsu quickly pushed the pillow away and rearranged himself, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. His owner said nothing, however, just quirked a dark brow at him before ambling over and holding out a juice can.

Ritsu could feel the heat in his cheeks. He accepted the can with a soft squeak of thanks, keeping his eyes averted. His tail flickered nervously when the bed dipped as Saga sat down beside him.

"Get a chance to look around while I was gone?"

Saga took a drink from his own can and set it aside after asking the question. It had struck him as weird, the way Oda was clutching his pillow when he'd entered the room. The kit-teen had looked kind of scared and there was no doubt that now the little brunet seemed even more nervous than he had been before.

Ritsu ducked his head and his ears flickered terribly. "Uh, yes, Senpai… Thank you."

Of course, Saga reasoned, this has to be weird for Oda, all of a sudden finding himself belonging to someone he's never known.

Having to leave his home and move in with a stranger would be disconcerting for anyone.

He'd started out getting the neko reluctantly, had chosen the little male mostly to shock his mother. Hell, he'd even pulled up a bunch of pornsites on his computer and left them playing this morning before heading out, hoping they'd lure her into his room before she left for work and horrify her with what he planned to do with the new pet she'd foisted on him.

But now…

From the first moment he saw Ritsu standing in his room, a strange thing had happened: something had shifted within him.

The little neko sitting so stiffly beside him, Oda, was real. He wasn't revenge for parents who didn't give a shit. And at the moment the kit-teen didn't seem cocky, or spoiled, or even annoying; Oda just seemed scared and unsure. This moved Saga in a way he couldn't explain. Suddenly he felt protective of the neko who was now in his charge. Within his chest the desire seized him to give Oda the kind of care that he'd always wanted but had never gotten himself.

For someone who had schooled himself in the art of caring about nothing, this new feeling was frightening.

Saga was roused from trying to figure out how to manage all these troubling emotions when his neko started coughing.

Ritsu had opened his juice and taken a drink, only to have it go down the wrong pipe. He sputtered as one large hand pulled the can from his and set it aside as another clapped him firmly on the back. Once he'd regained his composure, he felt tears rise up unexpectedly in his eyes.

Great! I can't even take a drink without causing problems… I'm a terrible pet. Saga-senpai is going to hate me. He'll take me back before I've even been here a day.

"Oi, Oda, you okay?"

Strong fingers gripped Ritsu's chin, tipping it up. Above the neko's tear-filled gaze, his senpai looked down on him. Golden eyes widened.

"Wait… Your eyes... Is this because you were choking?… Or are you?… Are you crying?"

The questions only increased Ritsu's feelings of worthlessness and made his tears worse. "I'm sorry Senpai, I'm a terrible pet. I understand if you hate me."

This kid is too damn honest… Saga's heart broke hearing the raw sorrow in Oda's voice and the self-loathing: all too familiar with both in himself.

Ritsu had looked away from his owner as he'd spoken only to find his face still held in a firm but gentle grasp. His chin was tenderly forced back, so that he once again had to face Saga.

Green eyes widened and then fluttered closed as firm lips pressed unexpectedly against his.

The sensation was glorious, but the newness of it made Ritsu stiffen all the way down to the tip of his thin tail. He remained that way too, despite Saga's gentle forays until at last the older teen pulled away with a sigh.

"Well, I don't know about you being a terrible pet, but you're sure as hell a terrible kisser."

Brown ears immediately flattened at these words until Ritsu heard a soft chuckle. Low and earthy, the sound was magnetic. Lifting his head, Ritsu was stunned to see a smirking smile on his owner's face and realized that the older boy was joking with him. Heat filled his thin chest and his cheeks.

"Well, that was my first time! No one ever excels at a first attempt, these things take practice!" Ritsu clapped his hand over his mouth at his outburst but his owner's grin only grew.

"I don't know… I think I was pretty excellent my first go round…"

The hand dropped from Ritsu's mouth and he couldn't help but scowl at Saga.

Such arrogance!

Beneath this, however, something ached in his chest, knowing that this wasn't Saga's first kiss.

Of course not… someone like him… I'm sure he's had all sorts of practice.

Ritsu's mind drifted back to what he'd seen on the computer and his heart fell harder. No doubt his senpai had tons of practice, and in far more than just kissing. As the need to prove himself to his senpai surged within him, words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"Yeah, well, I can be excellent too! I will be at all that stuff, not just kissing…

"I'll get good at even...

"Even…" His eyes darted on their own accord over to the computer, "that stuff."

Saga had acted on impulse kissing his Oda, really just wanting to distract the little neko from crying, and he'd been stunned to learn he'd just taken Oda's first kiss. He had no idea the little neko was so untried. But then, catching Oda's furtive glance over to his computer, it took effort for him now to keep his features schooled in their usual coolness.

A hot wave of embarrassment welled up within Saga as he saw the frozen screen, the pornaramic display still visible.

Shit, I'm the one who told him to look around; I should have turned that off before I left. Great, now Oda is going to think I am some huge pervert with a kitty porn fixation!

Those images had been meant for his mother, not his kitten… Wait, my kitten?

None of this internal turmoil showed on Saga's surface, however. He kept his voice even and low as he stared his Oda down.

"So, what do you know about 'that stuff,' Kit?"

The color in Ritsu's cheeks was furious. He pushed Saga's loosened hand from him and scooted away. His traitorous tail was twirling madly in his discomfort.

"Er… well… nothing really, Senpai."

Saga studied the blushing neko, his Oda was pure adorableness, ears twitching, wringing his hands in his lap. None of the girl's he'd ever been with had ever struck him as this cute, or this earnest.

He was enjoying Oda's cuteness so much, he was caught off guard and his heart stumbled at the neko's next whispered words.

"But I'll learn, Senpai… I'll do any of it that you want. Whatever makes you happy."

Huge green eyes, once again glassy with emotion looked up at him.

"Will it hurt?"

Saga was rendered speechless and before he could find his voice again, Ritsu shook his brown head.

"I... I don't care if it does… I mean, well, I do… But I want to be with you, Saga senpai. However you'll have me." Ritsu's shaky voice dropped even lower. "I know it's not my place as a pet to ask, but please... I don't want anyone but you."

Glancing over and seeing the open look of shock on his senpai's usually impassive face, Ritsu suddenly felt terrible. Once again he was being an awful pet. Whatever Saga wanted to do with him was his right and even if he didn't want it, if it pleased his owner, he should be happy.

Quickly Ritsu amended himself. "But of course, Senpai... If you want to share me…"

Before he could finish these words, he found himself suddenly tackled. Strong arms wrapped around him and he squeaked in surprise, finding himself caught in a bear hug, thrown down on the surface of the bed. The arms around him held him tighter as he was spooned against Saga. He felt the press of an angular jaw resting over his shoulder. Low words growled into his human ear in a tone that sent his blood ablaze.

"NO! You're mine! No one else's, Oda Ritsu."

Saga himself was stunned by the power of his declaration. There was no way he could know that along with how Oda as an individual was affecting him, he was also caught in the invisible grip of Onodera pheromones. The potent chemical cocktail had been rising from his new neko in increasing waves ever since his "Oda" had seen him and been smitten.

Ritsu felt warm lips press against his neck as the wonderful words continued. "I will never share you with anyone else. You belong only to me… Do you understand this?"

Pressed this close to his neko, Saga could taste the frantic beat of Oda's heart on his tongue. He was aware too his Oda's scent had changed, not that he'd been close enough to really notice it before, but somehow he knew this and could decipher it already.

It was fear and desire Saga smelled, but the sweet scent of want was beginning to overpower the acrid aroma of distress and he wanted to banish any traces of his neko's fear completely.

"Tell me you understand this, Oda."

Releasing his pet, Saga flipped Ritsu onto his back. He shifted his neko's lean legs until he was pressed between them and positioned himself above Ritsu braced on muscular arms.

Ritsu's tail was caught beneath him, uncomfortably squished as he lay on his back, but he didn't dare move. The raw power of Saga, the demand, the claim in his voice, stirred every ounce of his adolescent uke.

"Tell me!"

Licking his bottom lip, Ritsu stared up and found his gaze caught in the heated amber glow above him. His fuzzy brown ears vibrated with emotion. He nodded his head slowly.

"Yes, Saga-sen… Saga-sama, I belong to you."

No sooner had these words left him than the dark head above him dipped down and frantic lips buzzed the flesh of his neck with dozens of hard kisses and light nips. Ritsu had never in his life felt anything like this. He could feel blood rush to his groin, his balls suddenly felt heavy, his cock hardened in an instant.

The warm lips left his neck and pressed against his own. This time he responded, kissing back though far more tentatively.

"Open your mouth, Oda."

Saga's voice was much softer now; his uke's verbal declaration had been enough to soothe his awakened seme sensibilities, for now at least.

Ritsu complied without hesitating, only stiffening for a second at the strange sensation of another tongue grazing his own. However, his unique Onodera biology sent crashing waves of dopamine through his system as he and Saga's saliva's mingled. His internal imprinting mechanism kicked into high gear. Saga also was lost in the taste of his neko. He had sampled the flavors of dozens of girls since he'd hit adolescence, but none of them had struck him as so intoxicating, so grand, as the little hybrid male beneath him.

Between them, what started as surprisingly tender and exploratory quickly grew in intensity. Saga knew was going to have to concede to his Oda at some point, the kid was indeed a fast learner. Too soon though, this wasn't enough and he needed more. He wanted his mouth to know every inch of his Oda.

Confused green eyes blinked wide when his owner left off his mouth, but Ritsu's head tipped back into the pillows and his eyes snapped shut again at the feel of a warm hand pushing his shirt up and his senpai's mouth now moving back and forth between his nipples.

Saga had never been with another guy before, but all the girls that he'd been with seemed to like such attentions. A pleased growl ground in his throat when the muffled noises above him made it quickly apparent that Oda liked this too. Glancing up he saw his neko covering his mouth to stifle the sounds of his pleasure. Reaching up he grabbed the neko's skinny wrist and pulled his hand down.

"I want to hear you, Oda."

This quiet command was punctuated by giving a crisp nip to one of Ritsu's tips. The little neko's back arched into his mouth and an undignified sound that could only be described as a mewl slipped from between his kiss-bruised lips.

A sensation whirled in Ritsu's groin, one that he'd felt a few times in the last months but was still relatively new to him. His lean body shuddered as he climaxed, his untried dick spurting just from his senpai's mouth on him.

Saga slipped off Ritsu's pink bud, knowing well what the tremble beneath him, as well as his Oda's sweet exclamation meant. Bracing himself up on lean arms he looked down on his neko and cocked his head to the side, a smirk on his handsome face.

"Really, Oda? Already?"

A low chuckle escaped him when his kitten's response was merely to blush and even brighter shade of red and cover his face by crossing bent arms over them. Beneath this barricade Ritsu growled.

"Shut up, Senpai!"

The dam of Ritsu's arms broke quickly when Saga shifted; moving back onto his knees and the neko felt quick fingers on the clasp of his trousers. His hands dropped down to push the hands away only to find both his thin wrists caught and held by one strong hand while the other stripped him of his soiled pants.

A hiss slipped from Ritsu and he tried to wiggle away as the fabric of his shorts was drug over his now extremely sensitive cock. His shifting at last gave his tail the chance to escape from beneath him and it rattled peevishly. This rattle turned into a tight curl however, when Saga began to anoint his heaving belly with new kisses.

Surprised by how natural this felt, Saga was stunned even more so by how his body urged him to keep moving lower. He never had an interest in his own gender, not until now. Tentatively he slipped his tongue out, compelled to taste the fluid that glazed his kitten's taut belly. He braced himself for the bitterness, having tasted himself on the mouths of girls who'd sucked him off previously. It wasn't a flavor he enjoyed, but he'd hardly felt right denying a kiss after what the girl had done for him.

Oda's flavor, however, surprised him. It wasn't sweet, and held a certain tang to it, but it was far from bitter, nowhere near objectionable. He licked out his tongue again and soon found it almost eagerly gathering up every drop.

"Senpai… don't! What are you doing?!" Ritsu meeped out when he realized what his owner was doing, what he was tasting.

Neither boy knew that again, his Onodera biological code was frantically at work, the chemicals in his seed binding the already heart-bound Saga to him irrevocably. Likewise, the grooming action of the older boy's tongue fired off every care needing neuron in Ritsu's overactive uke brain, tying him just as fast to his new, first, and now only seme.

Having licked his kitten clean, Saga released Oda's wrists. He smirked at the soft sound of protest made when he shifted again and his hands pressed against his neko's lean thighs, spreading them further. He was even more pleased when, despite Oda's embarrassed noises, he allowed himself to be moved.

"S-senpai…"

Ritsu quieted and stilled as, between his thighs, Saga "shushed" him.

He bit his lips to keep from crying out as inquisitive fingers began to lightly touch his newly-spent cock, to stroke and fondle his tender ball sac. It was still so sensitive here and too soon his eager blood was rushing back, heightening every touch as his shaft began to quickly stiffen again.

Saga eyed his new pet's intimate places. He'd never been in such close proximity to another male before and actually it was fascinating. Rapt in his exploration of Oda, knowing himself how it felt to be touched in certain spots, he squeezed and stroked, listening to his uke's breathy cries, wondering how closely Oda's feelings from these caresses mirrored his own.

Noting that Ritsu was nowhere near as endowed as he was, Saga was still a bit intimidated about the thought of taking his neko's jutting cock into his mouth. Not that he was about to let Oda know this.

Not quite ready to just dive in, he bent down further and lifted his neko's tight balls.

A hiccupping gasp rang out above him as he traced the line from behind Oda's sac to his tight little pucker. Saga was surprised to see that Oda's rouged ring glistened. Then the neko's hole suddenly opened and twitched closed again, almost like it was winking at him. While he knew nothing yet about neko mechanics, the fact that some uke breeds self-lubricated at times outside of their heats, he was not entirely ignorant about the mechanics of anal sex, having taken a few girls this way.

His stiff, leaking dick throbbed at the memory of how hot and tight this passage could be. But even in his drugged, Onodera pheromone-addled brain, he also remembered too Oda's fright, his question about how much it would hurt.

This is too soon.

Despite the fact he was as much of a horny teenager as any other boy his age, and as much as he wanted to push a finger into his kitten's hot hole, his cock quickly after, Saga sat up.

He gazed down on Oda and realized that he'd already completely made a mess of him. The little cat lay stretched out on his back. Sweat-dark bangs clung to Oda's damp forehead. His legs were bare and splayed, shirt still pulled high over pink, peaked nipples. The little neko's tail and ears both, twitched with nerves and want. One of Oda's hands was resting all but atop one of his nipples, the other was caught in the hem of his shirt, anxiously twisting.

Saga had never in his life seen anything so beautiful or so stirring. But above all these wondrous elements, it was his Oda's eyes that held him: the neko's green gaze seared into his soul. Never had he seen an expression so innocent, so open, so wanting, and it was just for him.

Below Saga, Ritsu could hardly breathe, so in awe of the boy above him. Saga was so strong, so sure. And the heat of those golden eyes... Ritsu knew that the sun would never again feel as hot on his skin as his senpai's gaze.

The desire, the claiming in Saga's expression, on the face that had been so impassive all these past hours, Ritsu knew he would spend his whole life trying to pull this look from Saga as often as he could.

Ritsu shut his eyes as Saga leaned down to kiss him again: the one who now owned him completely, not just in body but in heart and soul as well. The neko felt himself purr into the kiss, his whole body rumbling. All too soon his senpai's mouth left him and he left out a small cry of loss. This turned into a whole other sound entirely, when Saga's mouth resumed kissing, this time however the warm lips anointed the head of his cock.

Ritsu's previous life, his entire sheltered existence shattered as his master, his mate, engulfed him.

With a start Ritsu jolted upright at his desk. Even before he was aware he was alone in the office, his hand had shot down the front of his trousers to catch the spill.

Oh heavenly shit, I just had a wet dream at work!

The panic that had an iron hold on his chest lightened only slightly when he realized that there was no one else in the room. His mind scrambled to recall the reason his new officemates were absent, even as the images of his fresh memory-dream continued to loop.

Oh yeah, staff meeting.

Ritsu glanced down at the front of his pants, grimacing as much at the wetness there as at the recollection of how Takano had dismissed him from attending the meeting with the comment "It's for real editors, not newbies."

Such an Asshole. I can't believe that arrogant guy is my owner now.

But he had more pressing things to worry about at the moment than his annoying new owner. Looking down, he saw that his spend at least hadn't soaked clear through the front of his pants.

Ritsu huffed in relief.

Thank kami. How embarrassing. Man, it's been ages since I had a wet dream like that... Or even a wet dream period.

His relief was short-lived, however, as he shifted in his seat and felt slickness between his ass cheeks and at the base of his tail that he hadn't experienced in years.

"What the hell!"

Cheeks pinking at how loud his voice sounded in the empty room, despite being stiff from his injuries and sitting so long, Ritsu scrambled to his feet. He looked back to see if this second secretion was visible.

What's going on here? I haven't self-lubricated outside a heat since I was a kit-teen.

Taking careful stock of his body, Ritsu was flummoxed. He hadn't had a heat for years now and didn't feel like he was going into one now.

Despite his straining, Ritsu couldn't see well enough behind him and his rattling tail to know what damage this sudden fluid abundance might have one to his clothes. His ears twitched as his eyes glanced worriedly up at the clock.

Damn, that meeting is scheduled to be over in ten minutes. I have to fix this!

In a flash Ritsu was limping at a breakneck pace out of the Emerald office, making a beeline for the men's room. Too distracted by the moments' other awkward factors, he was not even aware as he rushed down the hall, of how one hand was clasped against his old mate mark, unconscious of how much it was suddenly itching him.

Holy fuck… What a long chapter. Damn.

That's what happens when one doesn't update often enough and the story gets pent up though, I suppose. Anyway, here's a lengthy New Year's present for all you neko lovers. Hope you enjoyed it.

Also, I know that it's weird that Ritsu's dream-memory hold's Takano's perceptions and thoughts too, when technically, it should all be Ritsu's POV. But I need this double perspective to flush out the back story and this is the easiest way.

Last note, thank so much for all the feedback on the last chapter.

After a week off from work to write, I have to go back on Monday. Meh. So updates won't be as quick… not that they ever have been.

In the meantime, if you're looking for some good reads… After you leave your review here (HINT), head off and peruse The Black Flamingo 101's latest fic. She has just posted two chapters of an amazing and HOT Viewfinder neko fic. entitled "Cat & Cat." Kitten Akihito is too damn cute for words and in heat… Grrr…

Also, the wonderful Tentai T. has posted a beautiful piece called "The Reluctant Matchmaker" on Takano and Yokozawa's relationship from Yokozawa's POV.

So, read their work, drop them a line of appreciation and spread the New Year's yaoi.

Peace from the non-Preacher