Resistance

He’s been living with me for the past four months, cleaning my house and doing chores in exchange for decent meals and a warm place to sleep. It’s actually a very good system, despite having to spend extra money on food for him. Without having to do the daily chores like washing dishes and making my bed and clearing the table, I have more time to work, which brings in more money. I’d never been more financially secure before I found him out alone in the woods that day. I’m spending more, but I’m taking in more than I spend thanks to him.

I’ve just woken up, it’s eight o’clock, and I feel that I’d better get to work on my latest customer’s order or I might finish late.

I work at home, designing websites and creating images for various corporations. For most people who would try to do the same, there would be no success. They’d probably end up so desperate for money they’d have to sell the computer they work on, and where would that leave them? That’s what my sister was always telling me when I said I wanted to design websites.

I got lucky though, my most recent market has been designing unique movie sites, for which producers pay pretty damn good. I’m to the point where I can charge over a thousand dollars for one design and still get plenty of orders. Lots of movies are made, and lots of moviemakers like to have personal websites for those movies. I happen to be the guy most producers look to when they need services such as these.

Today, however, I’m designing a simple little site with no flash animation or anything fancy for five hundred dollars. That is a pretty damn good price for a family owned restaurant like this one, but apparently the owner’s daughter is a fan of my work. I don’t encourage idolization, but if it gets me that much money for something so simple, I’m not going to complain.

I can hear the shower running as I sit down at my computer and start up my internet browser. Scuff knows I rarely take a shower until after noon, so I’ve permitted him to take one whenever he pleases before that time. Not only that but I like being awake while he’s showering, I like the images it puts in my head.

I’m disgusting I know, but how can I resist. I hear him humming some nameless tune, imagining the water hitting his back, running down his body. I’m still able to type, and code while I’m thinking about it, drips settling on and between the soft orange fur on his ears. His normally fluffy tail wet and matted, draped down over a perfectly shaped ass, connected to long, thin, beautifully soft legs. Back up to his pale, pretty cock, surrounded by shiny black fur that runs up to his naval, his flat, smooth stomach. A flawless chest with the contrast of his pink, so very noticeable nipples. Beautiful eyes, a beautiful face, framed with locks of beautiful jet black hair. Most of this I haven’t actually seen, but one can imagine.

He’s been living with me for the past four months, and he still doesn’t know me. I hope he never does.

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“Aerin?” I hear a small, timid voice from the bathroom door behind me, Scuff is peaking out at me, hair still wet and his ears back in a shy manner. I look back blankly, almost angry at him for opening the door while he was still naked, but also wishing he might have opened it further.

“Yes?” I forced out a reply, keeping my voice calm, though I myself could hear the shake in it. I hate the fact that I can imagine what’s behind that door, and I also love that same fact.

“Can you get me some clothes if you’re not busy? I’m sorry, I forgot to get them from the guest room. I can wait until you have time or-,”

“Scuff,” I cut him off and he looked straight at me with questioning eyes. “Just tell me where they are,” I said. He nodded at me quickly and swallowed.

“On the bed I sleep in,” He told me. I nodded back and forced a smile, getting up to go get them. Scuff hasn’t gotten it through his head that I don’t mind him calling what I’ve given him his own. He won’t stop calling his room ‘the guest room’ or his food ‘the food.’ Everything was just there for him to use in his mind, it wasn’t really his. Then again I suppose that’s true, perhaps he just doesn’t want to get too attached to all of it.

I brought the clothes back and knocked on the door, which he’d shut, he opened the door a crack and reached out an arm, one with an apparent bruise on the elbow. I handed him the clothes, he shut the door and I sighed. He has good reason for his shyness from me, I’ve hurt him a lot before. I mean, not horribly, I’ve just thrown him around a bit when he pisses me off, nothing serious. That’s one part of my fantasy that I know is inaccurate, the skin I imagine as smooth is more than likely covered in cuts and bruises.

For the remainder of the day, Scuff and I don’t interact much. He cleans the house, does what needs to be done to keep everything physically in order. While I sit on my computer and finish the design, doing what needs to be done to keep everything financially in order. It’s like this every day, the only time we really acknowledge each other before dinner is when he brings me my lunch.

I think not seeing him, or even having much of a desire to see him is what keeps me from suspecting an obsession. I’m not obsessed, I mean a lot of times I can’t help but imagine him sexually, imagine myself doing things to him, but it’s just because he’s there. It’s just because I’m a perverted lonely guy that only gets any when he goes out to bars and only goes out to bars when his friends invite him. Unfortunately it seems those friends have disappeared.

Maybe I should go out tonight, get drunk and pick up a cute boy in hopes of keeping my eyes and mind off Scuff. If I’m lucky I might even be able to find a little black-haired, orange-furred fox boy, one that’s willing.

In the midst of my thinking, I don’t really realize that I’ve finished the coding, and the whole website for that matter. I look up at the clock to see that it’s 4 PM, nine hours isn’t bad for a design, even one so simple as this. After checking for bugs and fixing all errors, I send a screenshot to the commissioner to show him the finished product.

After fifteen minutes more of surfing the web, doing nothing in particular, I received a reply.

Wow, it sure does look nice.

I’m horribly sorry I couldn’t get this notice to you before you started and finished, but my family’s bank account was robbed yesterday. I don’t have the money to pay for this anymore. I can still give you some sort of sum if you would like, but not what I originally offered. I don’t expect you to let us use the design you’ve made without the payment, and I’m sorry that this has happened, it looks like you’ve spent a lot of time on it.

Again, we’re very sorry, my daughter hopes that you’ll be able to forgive us for this, maybe once the restaurant opens we’ll take in enough money and be able to pay you.

Reguards, Ralph’s Diner.

I stared at the screen for a long time, clenched my fist, and stared some more. Son of a bitch. What the hell is wrong with these people! They offer me three-hundred dollars more than the normal price for such things and then they decide not to pay it? Bank account robbed my ass, they probably planned this from the beginning! Hell no I’m not letting them use the fucking design, and I’m not forgiving their whorish little daughter either!

“A-Aerin,” I heard soft sobs from behind me and whipped around. Scuff stood there with tears rolling down his cheeks, eyes focused on the floor, hands behind his back. “Aerin I…” Scuff brought his hands out in front of him, and in them lay my six-hundred-dollar 8 Gigabyte Iphone, crushed, a cracked screen and missing buttons. I just stared.

“I’m sorry,” Scuff cried. “I was vaccuming and I moved the TV stand over, and it was in the corner on the floor… I’m sorry I forgot I put it there I…” He gulped looking up at me, and with good reason. My eyes were aflame, nostrils flared, and I was pissed.

“Scuff,” I began, my voice shaking and ready to erupt. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” I snatched the phone away from him and pushed him down. He fell against the wall and started sobbing even harder than before. I looked at the phone in horror, there was no way to fix it, it was completely totaled, crushed. Not only did it cost six-hundred dollars, but it had so many damn expensive things installed on it! This was at least nine-hundred dollars of merchandise and programming, destroyed, sitting in my hand.

And five-hundred more lost to the fucking morons who claim they were robbed. Hell of a day!

I still hear Scuff sobbing next to me and turn to him in, glaring daggers.

“Shut up,” I ordered in a quiet, yet deadly voice. He didn’t shut up, he just kept crying, hiding himself behind his hands, tail curled between his legs and his ears pinned back against his head. “SHUT UP!” I yelled, picking him up by the arm and throwing him into another wall. He started crying harder and slid down the wall onto his butt, hugging himself. I could tell he was trying to obey, trying to stop the sobs, but he was failing, and at the moment trying wasn’t good enough for me.

“Fuckoing shut up!” I hollered a third time. This time I yanked a blanket off of my bed and smothered him with it, pressing the side of it hard against his mouth as he cried. I wrapped the entire thing around him and picked it up be the corners, a still terrified, still crying Scuff wrapped up inside. I through the bundle against the wall and it landed on the bed.

“Little shit!” I barked. He was flailing underneath the blanket, desperately trying to find an opening. Deciding I couldn’t let that happen I jumped on top of him, pinning every corner against the bed so he couldn’t get out without first pushed me off. And I knew he wasn’t strong enough to do that. He stopped flailing when he felt my weight on top of him, but I could still here the bawling through the fabric of the blanket.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” He stuttered and then let out a choked sob. “I’m sorry,” He repeated.

“Shut up,” I growled into the blanket, pushing my face against the spot where his head was. As expected, he didn’t shut up. “Shut up,” I said a little harsher, applying more of my weight to the form below me. All of the sudden it hit me, he was under me, I had him trapped, I could do whatever I want to him. I can feel his heavy breath, I can feel him against me when I press myself down. His body fits so perfectly under mine. Unable to resist, I rubbed my groin against the small, scared form below me through the blanket. I don’t think he knew I’d done it, didn’t feel it the way I wanted him to feel it. Feeling a little more calm, and driven by sexual arousal, not anger, I removed the blanket from Scuff’s face.

God, he looks so beautiful, so close, so helpless, tears running down his red cheeks, looking up at my in confusion.

“Scuff,” I whispered and let my lips brush over the side of his neck. I probably shouldn’t be doing this, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, it was never supposed to happen. But it feels so good.

“A-Aerin?” I heard him speak beneath me and applied more pressure with my lips to his neck. I started tugging the blanket even further down, wanting him completely uncovered. “What are you doing?” He sounded scared, shy, timid, confused, it aroused me even more, the way he spoke to me, still in that same servant to master voice.

“Say my name,” I whispered hoarsely, removing the blanket from him fully. I started rocking my hips against his, rubbing my half-erect penis against his waist, over his thighs, sub-consciously hoping for some sort of similar reaction out of him.

“What?” He gasped. “A-Aerin, you… please,” He started to curl up but I grunted, grabbing his wrist and he froze.

“You’re so…” I didn’t finish my sentence before I stopped being able to resist those plump pink lips of his. I leaned down and took them, hearing him whine only made me more aggressive. His lips parted almost invitingly and I slid my tongue in, I felt his arms wrap around me and rest on my back. What’s this? Is this consent? Is he going to let me do it, is he actually going to go along with it?

“Scuff,” I said into his lips. “Do you want me to…” my voice trailed off, hoping he’d understand what I was asking. I think by this point I will whether he wants me to or not, but I just need to know.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” He whispered sadly, our faces were so close that when a tear trickled down his cheek, I felt it wet against mine as well. He’s right, I feel a pang of guilt in my chest, but he’s right, it doesn’t matter. And I know what I want.

“I want you,” I said, lips brushing his.

“I know,” He nodded, still speaking in that sad, small voice. He knows? Does that mean… “I’ve always known,” His breath hitched and I heard him swallow. I could tell he wanted to move away, so our lips weren’t barely touching, so we weren’t so close, but he didn’t. Because it doesn’t matter what he wants.

Without another word I kissed him again, and he let me, kissing back even, parting his lips to let my tongue roam inside him. My hands moved up and down his clothed body, slipping inside his shirt once low enough. I tasted salt on his lips and I knew that more tears had come, this only made me want to go faster. Almost desperately I pulled away, ripping his shirt over his head and sitting up, straddling him and staring down at his chest. The bruises were there, on his sides mostly, and shoulders. But everything else was just how I imagined. The trail of hair below his naval, a trail that I knew where led. His pretty pink nipples, erect and standing out against the pale color of his skin, looking so willing.

I leaned down, mouth open and took one of them in my mouth, sucking on it roughly and scraping my teeth against the nub. I heard a whine and two hands tangled in my hair, his chest arched into my mouth and for the first time he returned the grinding of my groin against his, with his against mine. I could feel him getting hard. Becoming more excited, I switched to the other nipple and did the same to it as I had his other, only with a bit more tongue.

“Aerin…” Scuff panted. “Aerin,” He kept saying my name, oh god I want him to say it again, I don’t think I can get enough of that voice, nor this body, half-naked and sprawled out under me.

I left a trail of kisses down to his naval where I dipped my tongue inside, hands working to unbutton and remove his pants. I felt the hair on his stomach tickle my chin and tugged his pants down to his knees, followed shortly by his boxers. I heard him gasp and from the corner of my eye watched him look away in what seemed to be shame. I saw his cock, I saw it fully, sticking up at me, begging to be touched, I saw nothing to be ashamed of.

“Aerin,” He licked his lips. “I…” I wanted to hear him say it, I wanted to hear him ask me to. “Please…” Sweat rolled down his cheek, and I deiced that this was good enough for me. My tongue slid over the top of his beautiful cock, swirling around it, tasting the precum before I took the entire thing in my mouth. He wasn’t big, thick, or long, not small either, just cute, just cute and pretty in every way. I let him slide between my lips, in and out of my mouth, working my tongue against him, loving the moans I was hearing from the back of his throat.

“A-Aerin,” He gasped. “I’m going to…” I deep-throated him and he came, and I swallowed. Every last bit of it. I pulled off of him to let myself breathe, staring down at his spent penis as I breathed heavy breaths, hearing his in between. He sounded tired, sounded finished, but I wasn’t finished, and I think he knew it.

I reached over and pulled lubricant and a condom out of a drawer beside my bed.

“I- I can put that on…” Scuff offered, swallowing. I didn’t know whether he meant the lube or the condom, but I already had the condom unwrapped and ready to put on, and I wanted to do the lube myself, so I nodded.

“Just lay still,” I leaned down and kissed him as I rolled the condom up my shaft. “Relax,” I added and then reached for the lube.

He cringed and gasped as soon as my finger touched his entrance.

“Shh, Scuff,” I looked up at him. “Don’t clench,” I said softly. He nodded, eyes sealed shut. I turned my attention by to his hole and pressed the top of my finger against it. It opened for me and I pushed my whole finger in, working the lube in and coating his walls with it.

“That…” Scuff swallowed. “That feels good,” He said. I smiled slightly and inserted another finger, applying more lube as well. This time he squeaked and gripped the sheets, I had a feeling it didn’t feel so good anymore. Becoming a little impatient I stuck the third finger in and started doing my best to stretch him out. I want to fuck him, so bad, but I don’t want to hurt him. At least as little as possible.

“Scuff,” I pulled my fingers out and spread his legs a little more, aligning myself at his hole. “Ready?” I looked up at him. Even though I could hardly resist going whether he was ready or not.

“Go,” He ordered. I obliged, pushing myself in, slowly until he took the head, and then faster with the rest. He cried out as I thrust in, little fists clenching the sheets, ears pinned back, tail curled. I stared down at his face as I pushed in and out, unable to keep my eyes off him. The faces he made, the way he cringed with every thrust, calling out my name. “Aerin…”

I could tell he wanted me to stop, something in his expression, but he never once asked me to, never complained that I was hurting him. And when we both came he screamed my name, and at that moment I think I’d fallen in love with him.

“Scuff,” I breathed, lying next to him on the bed, playing with his hair.

“Yes?” He asked, his voice was so calm, as if it was all nothing now that it was over.

“Nevermind,” I rolled over and went to sleep.

I woke up alone and heard the shower running. I looked at my computer and decided it was time to look into some other offers from commissioners. I got up, ran a hand through my hair, and sat right down on the computer. I had an order from another movie producer, offering fifteen-hundred for an especially complicated design, yet one that I knew I could pull off.

The lives of Scuff and I went back to the norm, and what had happened that night had been forgotten. He didn’t hold it against me, so it seemed, but now I think there would always be something between us. The memory would always be there, maybe some day my inability to resist him would just become a legend for both of us.

Then again, maybe it would re-live itself.

A/N- I don’t know where this came from O.o. But it all happened in one day. The idea came to me, I wrote it, and then I posted it :P. So… it’s not very well-thought-out but I somewhat like it. It’s the first one-shot I’ve ever been able to actually keep as a one-shot xD. Reviews would be nice :3.

This was good for me, I’ve been deprived of smut-writing lately . Nice I finally got some sort of practice in before I put some in my actual novel :3.