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The New Year had come and gone as quickly as it had arrived, and the impending dread of the trip ahead was beginning to set into Taro's bones. The Kitsune wasn't much a drinker, but it was clear he had come to rely on it as a crutch over the holiday period, and into the beginning of the new year. Joey had seen it, of course, and he knew his partner was struggling: the death of his Nanny had hit him hard, and coupled with the thinly-veiled threat in the letter from his parents, he was certainly not looking forward to travelling overseas.

Joey had done his best to keep him in high spirits, and the majority of that was spent with him dragging the Kitsune out of their cosy little apartment. Sure, it was nice that they had the place all to themselves, and on more than one occasion thing has gotten a little too frisky, but Joey knew the fresh air would do his lover good. Taro had naturally been a little against the idea at first, but he eventually reluctantly agreed to attend various shopping outings, as well as the odd hypnotherapy session. Admittedly, Taro had been keen to see just how they worked on Joey's hypnotism, but he knew that it was a particularly touchy place for Joey, considering the betrayal of his best friend. He knew that Joey didn't like going there, but when probed with the idea that he should remain at home, Joey seemed adamant that he had to attend. Taro chalked it up to mixed feelings over the ordeal, but the routine obsession with going to the sessions probably had a more deep-rooted meaning.

Thankfully, Joey hadn't seen much of Rhys since their last encounter, and that wasn't because Joey was avoiding him. The Fox didn't particularly like going to his old places anymore, of course; part of him didn't want to see the Wolf, and part of him was still attempting to cherish the memories, before their friendship was ruined. However, Joey hadn't really seen him around the Hypnotherapy clinic, either, where Rhys presumably worked as an intern. Of course, he still did, but Rhys had other priorities now: Kasem.

The two had grown marginally close since their first visit, and naturally since their wild night out clubbing. But the two had now moved in together and were already enjoying one-another's company: Rhys might not have initially been into the idea of sharing himself, and his boyfriend, around with various men, but he quickly got into it when he realised he could enjoy the bodies of others in a casual setting, whilst still having his boyfriend to himself during the day. They complimented each other nicely, and Rhys admittedly enjoyed the way the Snow Leopard dominated him.

But for everyone, the thought of it all and the situation they were now in, compared to 2 months ago, was certainly worrisome. No-one was more worried than Alexa, and for a peculiar reason. She had been in touch, on and off, with Rhys and Joey in tandem, though not in the same room. She had mostly been texting, getting to know Joey and Rhys a little more and inevitably learning of their falling out. Joey was a little reluctant to share the details, but part of him was still pining for her. Not in the way that he used to, but a psychologist might have inferred the idea that he was still clinging onto his past self, even if only be a thread. He had eventually broken part of the news to her, but hadn't given her the full details of it all. He had left the Hypnotherapy out of the question, telling her only that Rhys had betrayed him on a deep, emotional level that couldn't be repaired. Alexa had been kind enough to leave it at that, but Rhys shared a different story.

Rhys wasn't a manipulative sort, but he was worried for Joey, despite their estranged friendship. He wanted to make sure the Fox was okay, and he loathed Taro to the bone. He had heard many stories from Kasem, who already had a biased view on his ex-boyfriend. Coupled with his own mild jealousy, he had been making plans the split them up so that he could get his friend back. But even if Joey didn't want to repair their friendship, he at least had the opportunity to get Joey as far away from the Kitsune as possible.

He had spread many stories to Alexa through the grapevine, and she had bought into most of them with a sense of shock and disbelief. Rhys spun tale after tale, detailing that he had been nothing but supportive of Joey, and that Taro had taken advantage of his loss of sexual identity and forced him into a relationship. Even Alexa was beginning to colour Taro in a bad light, and it was at that point that Alexa had decided that something needed to be done. She had already noticed Joey's lack of attendance in their joint lectures, and she hoped to do something about it before it was too late.

It was coming towards the middle of January, and Joey and Taro were making their way through the shopping centre, arms linked, with a bag hanging from Taro's free hand. Winter was still upon them, and the two were lavishly dressed up in designer clothes and other winter garments to keep them warm, despite the warmth inside the centre itself. Joey couldn't have felt happier, and even Taro looked to be a little lighter as well. The two were in relatively good spirits, and were currently making their way to get some food. It would be nice to sit and enjoy a meal with one-another, even if only for a little while.

Joey felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he dipped a hand into his coat to retrieve his phone. Taro's gaze briefly flicked down to see the Fox fumbling with the device, and he quirked an eyebrow briefly in curiosity.

"Anything important?" He asked leisurely, and Joey frowned, peeking up at the Kitsune with a confused expression.

"It's Alexa," He began. "Says she's at the café with some coursework for me. I guess it'll be a good time to tell her we're heading to Tokyo."

"I guess so. You wanna head back? We can drop off our stuff at home and grab a snack at the café instead." Taro suggested, and Joey slowly nodded in response. It seemed like a good idea, at least.

The two took a swift detour through a side-exit of the shopping centre and circled around, making their way down the street towards the University Campus. It wasn't a long walk, and it gave them plenty of time to think about what to say to people. Joey was feeling a little nervous: a quivering was forming in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't shake. He was worried her reaction wouldn't be the best, but Taro was insistent that it didn't matter what she thought. Joey supposed that was true.

They were on the campus within 10 or so minutes, and made their way into the courtyard. Joey peered over the to the café and wrinkled his nose, looking a little confused. Alexa didn't appear to be sitting in there. At least, from what he could see. He presumed she was running a little late, but it was odd that she said she was already there, even if she wasn't.

They headed off to the left and made their way down the path towards the Dorm. Joey was eager to get out of his clothes, and hoped that his conversation with Alexa would be quick. It was far too stuffy in all the layers he was wearing, and Taro had good heating in his little apartment. Plus, the two of them could enjoy each other's company a little more privately. Joey didn't quite know what they might get up to, but the ceiling harness had certainly seen a lot of use over the past couple of weeks, so he had a fair idea.

Taro stuck his key into the lock and grinned down at Joey for a moment, before stepping through the door. As he made his way into the living room and dumped the bag just by the door, his face fell, and his brow furrowed into an angry glare. Joey was confused at first, but he soon understood Taro's reaction.

As he stepped into the room, he was greeted to the sight of his classmates, or rather, just two of them. Rhys and Alexa sat opposite one-another, with Kasem on Rhys's right-hand side. Between them sat his tutor, the raccoon who ran the lectures, with a chair opposite him. It formed a neat circle, but there was conveniently a space missing for Taro to sit. Joey clenched his jaw.

"How did you get in?" Taro was the first to speak, and it broke the eerie silence that sat between them.

"That was me," Kasem chimed in quietly, shrinking in his seat a little at the Kitsune's glare. "Sorry. I still had a key."

"What's this about?" Joey finally tried to seek answers, caring more about the reason that they were here, rather than their means of getting inside. The group of them shifted uncomfortably left and right, before it was Alexa who finally opened her mouth.

"We're...worried about you, Joey." She explained it as vaguely as possible, which only left the Fox with more questions. He shot Taro a puzzled look, who merely shrugged and scoffed, shooting them a glare before he went off into the kitchen, leaving Joey to find out what was going on.

"Worried? Why? How? Have you been talking to my parents?" Joey furrowed his brow.

"No," Rhys quipped. "Why, what did they say?"

"I don't think that's any of your business." Joey's jaw clenched and he could see the hurt in Rhys's eyes. He didn't care: he had every reason to be angry at him, of course.

"Joey...your friends seem to think you've fallen in with the wrong crowd." The Fox's tutor helped to ease into the topic, and Joey looked momentarily shocked.

"...It was him that said it, wasn't it?" He jabbed an accusatory finger in Rhys's direction, and the wolf held his hands up.

"It was me, actually." Alexa straightened her back a little and Joey's eyes fell on her. He had been half-truthful with her, and he expected her to understand what he was going through with Rhys. Yet, it appeared she'd done quite the opposite.

"And I'm guessing you got that from him." Joey remarked sourly and Rhys's expression darkened. Kasem put a hand on the Wolf's leg and squeezed it encouragingly.

"You want me to be truthful?" Rhys muttered. "Fine. Yes. I'm talking about your new fling."

"Joey," Alexa cut in before the arguments began. "You haven't been attending lectures like everyone else. I'm just...I'm worried you're going to fail your degree if you carry on the way you are. I'm worried for you!"

Whilst that would have been heartfelt, it fell on deaf ears when it came to Joey. He was already bubbling with barely restrained anger, and Alexa's kind words weren't making him feel any better.

"Joey," The tutor was the next one to chime in now, and he leant forwards in his seat, leaning on his knees. "...Are you on drugs?"

Joey was practically stunned, and even Rhys and Alexa looked surprised. Perhaps the tutor had taken the wrong angle, but Joey felt as it was he was about to blow a gasket. No-one had ever asked if he was on drugs before.

"W...What?" He asked, barely above a whisper, his hands shaking and his voice tremoring with unbridled fury.

"I have to ask. I've seen this sort of thing before: kid comes to University, gets too stressed and starts taking things to mellow out. Then he stops coming in, and before you know it, they've OD'd in their apartment. We can get help for you." The tutor assured him with a kind smile, and Joey bared his teeth. He watched the smile slowly fade, replaced with concern.

"I'm not on fucking drugs!" Joey might have said a little too loud, but even Taro peeked out from the kitchen, looking a little worried as well.

"How dare you!" Joey pointed a finger at each of them in turn, but mostly against Rhys. The Wolf didn't look very happy, his jaw setting.

"You didn't get the whole truth, did you? Well, here it is," Joey began in on a rant, and Rhys visibly paled. "Rhys signed me up to some experimental scientific trials, and paid me money for it. Except he neglected to tell anyone that the experimental trial was trying to turn me gay, so he could fuck me."

Joey was brutally honest, and the majority of the heads in the room turned towards Rhys with a look of sheer horror and disgust. Rhys shrank in his seat, and Kasem slowly leant away from him, wrinkling his nose.

"Then he lied about the entire thing. Whilst I was trying to deal with the fact that I didn't know if I was gay, bi, straight, asexual, or whatever else under the fucking sun, he was trying it on with me. As was my roommate. Now I don't know what to think, and all of you are on my back for whatever reason you see fit."

The Fox swept his way towards the door and gripped the handle, tugging it open with a forceful yank, revealing the hallway beyond. He swiftly pointed with a finger, looking at them from over his nose.

"Get the fuck out." He said sharply. He'd never known himself to be so demanding or so curt, but it chalked it down to his own frustrations and his own insecurities. That, and his anger. The group sat in silence for a moment, before Alexa was the first to move. She quickly made her way to the door, clutching her bag, and mumbled her apology as she went. The Tutor went next, not saying a word as he swept past Joey and out the door. Kasem briskly followed, looking livid, and Rhys slowly got to his feet after everyone had left. He shuffled to the door and paused at the entrance, looking as if he was about to say something.

"Get out." Joey snapped, before the Wolf had any chance to say his piece. Rhys's eyes flared with barely restrained fury.

"Fuck you." He spat with venom, and stepped out into the hallway. Joey gripped the door and flung it forwards, slamming the front door shut with such force that even the wall wobbled a little bit. He pressed his back against the door and put his hands up to his head, blowing out a shaky sigh.

Taro came out from the kitchen and he quickly crossed the room towards the Fox, tugging his arms around him and pressing his lover close to his chest. The Fox let out a frustrated groan and beat his fists weakly against Taro's shoulders, just to let off some steam. It wasn't Taro's fault, of course, but he was the only one around.

"It's okay. They're a bunch of assholes." Taro assured him, and he heard the Fox scoff in response.

"Damn right they are." Joey muttered, and he slowly slipped his arms around Taro's neck, leaning into him. He pressed his nose down into the crease between Taro's pink-furred neck and collarbone, and he took in his familiar scent. The smell of him made Joey feel at ease, and he soon relaxed a little.

"Come on," Taro suggested. "How about some Ice Cream and a movie then? That'll take your mind off things, at least before your appointment."

Joey had almost forgotten that he had his appointment in about 4 hours time, as it was only 1pm in the afternoon. Though, he had a feeling he would have remembered anyway. He slowly nodded, and the two parted, making some quick arrangements. Joey slipped off his coat and jumper, heading across the room in a tight T-Shirt and Jeans as he retrieved some blankets from the cupboard. He arranged them on the sofa and curled up underneath them, his head poking out from the top. With the wireless remote under the covers, he flicked through the channels, attempting to find an interesting-enough movie the two of them could enjoy. They had mildly similar tastes when it came to their movies: Joey was a fan of action and drama, whilst Taro enjoyed a good mystery or two. Regardless, they tolerated each other's tastes, to a degree.

Taro soon joined his lover on the couch and slipped in under the covers, having undressed himself down to a T-Shirt and pants. In his hand, he held two tubs of Ice Cream, as well as two spoons. Joey was quick to take one, settling it on the blankets for a moment.

"I can't find anything good." The Fox grumbled, and a smile tugged at Taro's lips.

"Here, let me have a look." The Kitsune slipped a hand under the covers and stroked it up along Joey's inner leg, until his hand rested right on the Fox's crotch. Joey shifted a little and bit down on his lip a bit as he felt the Kitsune apply some pressure.

"Oops, that's not the remote." Taro smirked a little, gently stroking his lover's package. Joey could already feel blood pumping into his sheath as his cock swelled inside of it, steadily growing from the stimulation.

"N-No. It's not." Joey grumbled, but he had a big, goofy grin on his face, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks. Taro leant in a little closer, with a small smirk on his lips. He pressed his mouth down into the Fox's neck, licking up along his neck, and Joey squirmed beneath him, a small sigh escape his lips.

Before Joey could say much of a word in response, Taro flung his legs around and forced him down onto his back on the couch. The Fox yelped in surprise, before a giggle escaped his lips, the tubs of ice cream cascading to the floor. The Fox immediately felt Taro's hands on his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them over his naturally-furred hips. The Kitsune leant up and pulled the Fox's jeans off completely, exposing him in just his frilly pink panties, ones that Taro had specifically told him to wear. Joey looked considerably embarrassed, and a little out of breath: the end of his member was poking from the top of his panties, pushing against his stomach.

"N-No foreplay?" Joey asked quietly, a small grin on his face as Taro dug his hands underneath Joey's knees, hoisting him up and spreading him.

"Do we really need it?" Taro smirked in response, reaching down with a hand to unfasten himself, pulling his jeans down enough to expose his underwear. He pulled down the front of his boxers and exposed his sheathed member, already at half-hardness, eagerly twitching in excitement. Taro pushed himself down against the Fox, their faces inches from each other. The Kitsune knew enough about the Fox's body by now to know where to aim: it only took a little bit of adjustment with a hand to slip the panties aside, before Taro's cock was pushing against the Fox's entrance.

The Kitsune pushed himself in with little ceremony, and Joey let out a shaky exhale, biting down on his lip as his insides squeezed around the slowly sinking, intruding member. Taro pushed his hips down in unison with his mouth, and he met Joey in a passionate kiss. The younger vulpine gently whimpered beneath him, wrapping his arms around the Kitsune as Taro pulled his hips back, starting on quick, powerful thrusts.

The two groaned and kissed between their kisses, sweat beginning to build up on their skin as Taro thrust himself further and further down. His cock soon grew to full mast from the stimulation and his knot swelled, pressing against the Fox's tight entrance. Joey quivered beneath him and his muscles spasmed, clamping down against his lover's member. The Kitsune pressed his mouth down into Joey's neck, planting a rough and passionate kiss in the crease between his collarbone and neck.

Taro had a lot of stamina for someone his age, but he never seemed to last very long. Each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure up his spine, that seemed to reverberate down and collect in a tight pressure at his pelvis. Each pound and hump into his lover's backside only cemented the pressure until it was too much to bear. Taro's thrusts slowed as his legs shook from the exertion, and he arched his back slightly. A small groan escaped his lips as he kneaded his knot against the asshole, and Joey got the message. He relaxed his muscles as best as he could, and Taro let out a sharp grunt, jutting his hips forwards as he forced the knot inside.

The warmth and pressure around his bulbous base was enough to make him orgasm. A thick rope of cum spurted from the end of his tapered member and a hot gasp escaped his mouth. His hands slid up to grip onto Joey's hips as he rolled his head back, groaning in pure delight. He could never get enough of this. Joey panted and sigh below him, stroking his stomach as he felt the warmth seeping into his most intimate areas. His own member stood, full mast, pulsing against his stomach, dripping pre-cum onto his sweater.

"Fuck..." Taro mumbled, collapsing down onto the Fox and pressing himself against his lover's body, chest to chest. He applied grateful licks to the Fox's cheek and Joey squirmed against him, his own member grinding up against Taro's stomach and dampening his top. They nestled there in post-coitus, taking a brief few minutes to catch their breath. They'd be tied for a whilst regardless.

Taro rolled them over after a while, so that Joey lay on top of him, giving him a brief reprieve from being squashed under the Kitsune's weight. Joey sat himself up a little bit, still hard and pulsing, and Taro looked up at him with a sly grin.

"What's this?" He asked, reaching up with a hand and deliberately squeezing the poor Fox's knot through the pink panties. Joey tensed up immediately at the touch and a small moan escaped his lips, following by a thick dollop of pre-cum oozing down his member and dampening the underwear below.

"T-Taro, don't tease me." He complained, writhing his hips back and forth as his insides squeezed and clamped down on the knot. Taro smirked up at him as he squeezed the knot again. Joey closed his eyes and let out a hot, shaky breath, feeling his lover's hands dancing around his knot. He was almost on the precipice of his own orgasm, but Taro knew just how to push his buttons, and also when to not press them. He was deliberately keeping him on the edge, leaving the Fox frustrated.

"C...C'mon. That's not fair." Joey complained again, and he heard Taro chuckle quietly beneath him. He suddenly felt the hand wrap firmly around the length of his cock, and he opened his eyes, looking down to see Taro's hand gripping his member. The Fox bit his lip, his eyelids fluttering at Taro began a steady rhythm with his hand, pumping his lover's cock with glee.

"S-Shit." Joey didn't last long at all. It took him barely over a minute before he was thrusting up as best as he could against Taro's hand, huffing and panting with pure lust. His cock pulsed and his knot swelled a little as he orgasmed, suddenly shooting a thick rope of cum from his member. String after string spurted from his tip, plastering Taro's front with seed. A long string managed to catch the Kitsune on the nose, but Taro just licked it right up with a cheeky grin. He wasn't completely averse to it, after all.

The orgasm soon died down, met with Joey's quiet huffs and moans, as well as the occasional whimper. He looked down at Taro's messy front with shot him an apologetic grin, but the Kitsune merely shook his head. He removed his hand from Joey's member and wiped his sticky hand on the Fox's fur, before he settled again, putting his hands behind his head. They sat there again for a moment, just catching their breath and looking at one-another.

"I was thinking..." Joey began, shifting a little on the cock to get himself into a more comfortable position. He hooked one leg around to rest it against the floor, whilst the other plated itself on the couch, leaving him in a half-squatting, half-standing position.

"Hm?" Taro didn't seem to mind the adjustment, as it sent a couple of ripples of pleasure through his body.

"We're going to Japan, right? What about my appointments? We'll be gone for a couple of days, at least. What happens if I miss one?" Joey hadn't thought of it before, but know that it was on his mind, he was beginning to worry. He had always got that niggling feeling that he needed to attend the appointments, or something grave might happen. Now came the time when he wouldn't be able to attend, and it left a horrible, knotted feeling on his gut. Or, maybe that was just Taro.

"Hmm..." Taro pondered it as well, since it was essentially his problem too. "Well...why don't you ask the doctor about it today? I'm sure they have contingencies for this kind of thing, right?"

"...Right. You're right, good idea." Joey should have really thought about that himself. It merely continued to cement the fact that there was far more to Taro than he was letting on. He was alarmingly smart, despite his lazy, and possible slutty, demeanour.

"Here, we can watch a movie whilst we wait." Taro grinned to himself as he reached for the remote, quickly turning the channel over. They sat there for a moment, firmly tied to one-another as they watched the movie, engaging in fragmented and quiet converastion as it played out.

It didn't take long to reach 5pm, especially after their passionate exchange. By that time, Joey had already managed to dislodge himself and clean his rump as best as he could, before switching to another sweater and getting dressed properly. He gave Taro a brief kiss on the lips, before he headed out the door to the Opti Co. building.

The bus ride was short, and forgettable. In about 15 minutes or so, he was at the building. The receptionist greeted him kindly, and Joey gave him a wry smile as he took his seat, waiting for his appointment for what felt like the hundredth time. He was about 2 months into his treatment by now: come the end of January, he'd be done. It was rather alarming to think of it that way: it felt as if time had barely passed at all.

"Joey," The Doctor appeared from a side door, and the Fox was quick to get up and greet him. "Good to see you. Shall we?"

They exchanged a brief handshake before making their way down the sleek corridor. As always, the Doctor was wearing his long-flowing lab coat. At first, Joey had through the Snake to be a little bit disconcerting, but he had actually turned out to be a relatively kind man. They had gotten along together well in the brief time they spent with one-another, and he was happy to answer any questions Joey had about the treatment. Of course, the two had discussed the treatment in length after Joey had found out he was being played. The Doctor was sympathetic, but had to cement the fact that it was imperative he attend the appointments, despite his friend's misgivings. Joey understood that, to a degree: he imagined these experiments were important to the organisation. That, and his own gut feeling told him to do it.

"Take a seat." The Doctor gestured to the chair, and Joey took his designated seat in front of the screen. It was like clockwork: he sat there as the Doctor set up, and before he knew it, he was suddenly finished. The time between felt as if it had been erased from memory. Joey had asked about it before, and the Doctor had vaguely explained it was just a side effect of the treatment. In truth, it was designed that way so no-one could reverse-engineer their treatment. Anyone who looked at the screen and heard the voice was usually under the hypnosis immediately, after all.

Joey felt groggy when it was all over, as he usually did. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, swaying a little on his feet. The Doctor came to his aid, putting a hand under his arm to steady him. The Fox mumbled his thanks, but it usually didn't take long for him to settle.

"Doctor," He began, blinking his eyes a few times before he spoke. "I've got a question. It's a fairly important one."

"Alright. What is it?" The Snake queried with every degree of professionalism he could muster.

"I've got to go to Tokyo for a couple of days, and we're leaving tomorrow night. I'm just worried: I'm going to have to miss a few appoinemtns. Will it be okay?" Joey looked at him, and saw the Doctor frown.

"Hmm..." The Snake rubbed his chin for a moment as he pondered it over. He had told Joey to attend before and that was imperative, that was true. But, that was only because he thought Joey might stop the treatment altogether. If he were honest with himself, the side effects of the treatment were varying between patient to patient. But the Fox looked worried, and he didn't want to make his fears any worse.

"It should be alright," He assured Joey, who visibly relaxed. "But, just to be sure, I'll make up a CD for you to listen to. All you'll have to do is play it at night when you go to bed, and you should be fine."

"Alright. Thank you, Doctor." Joey blew a small sigh of relief.

Someone had been standing by the door throughout the entirety of their conversation. Rhys, who had tried to hard to avoid the Fox since their fallout, was hovering by the door with a sly look on his face. This was his chance, and he knew it. He heard the patter of footsteps approaching the door and swiftly backed off, heading around the corner to hide himself from the Fox, for the time being. He watched as Joey thanked the Doctor again and headed off down the hall. Slowly, Rhys made his way back to the room and knocked on the door.

"Come in," The Doctor called, and turned as Rhys stepped into the room. "Ah, Rhys. Anything I can help you with?"

In truth, the Doctor wasn't a big fan of the Wolf. He was an incredibly hard worker and his heart was in the right place, but Joey had been very forthcoming about what had happened to him, and the Doctor knew that Rhys had signed him up to it. He couldn't really say much with regards to it without being the Doctor/Patient confidentiality, but he wasn't too pleased that Rhys was still working there.

"I was going to ask you the same thing, actually. I'm an intern, after all: I aim to help." Rhys acted kind enough, despite his ulterior motives. The Doctor paused and wondered just what his game was. Or, maybe, he was trying to he helpful. Perhaps the Snake was too trusting.

"Oh, well, I was just going to get a CD done for a patient, since they're going to be heading overseas for a couple of days. You can shadow me as I create one, if you like." The Doctor suggested, and a smile spread across the Wolf's face.

"Sounds great." He replied, a twinkle in his eye. This was the perfect plan, or so he hoped.

Over the next couple of hours, Rhys shadowed the senior Doctor as he created a CD for the 'patient', who he already knew to be Joey. It was a simple process: the Doctor stood at a computer and read off a series of lines from a piece of paper into the microphone, adding his own series of hissing inflections for good measure, though the correlation between Snakes and Hypnosis wasn't yet clear. With that complete, he cropped down the audio to a suitable length and removed any major gaps, before he burnt it to a CD. Rhys carefully watched each and every step: it'd be crucial if he wanted to do this for himself, after all.

The Snake was definitely too trusting. Rhys had shown no reason to do anything sinister, and the Doctor thought that he genuinely wished to help. So, when he was done with the CD, he placed it in Rhys's hands.

"There. If you can get that to the receptionist, she can post it through to the Patient by tomorrow morning." The Doctor glanced down at his watch and blinked in surprise at the time.

"Oh, I must be going. I have a dinner date," He quickly said, heading towards the door. "Make sure to post that CD!"

"Aye aye, sir." Rhys made a mock salute as the Snake left, a small grin spreading across his face. He made his way towards the door, and instead of going through it, he quietly closed it. His fingers danced over the lock and swiftly turned it 90 degrees, locking the door. He didn't want to be disturbed, after all.

He made his way over to the computer and retrieved a blank disc from the stack, slipping one into the CD tray and closing it. He hovered his head over the microphone as he hit the 'record' button on the computer. His gaze lowered to the piece of paper as he opened his mouth.

"You are now entering a deep, deep sleep..."

• -x- -

Joey awoke the next morning to a wet feeling in his rump, and this was nothing new. As he slowly opened his eyes, he was first met with the quiet snoring of his lover in his bed. His turned his head to the left to see Taro's rear-end displayed to him, bare of any substances, as well as any blankets as well. It was then that he realised he wasn't even in the bed himself. This, too, was nothing new.

He tried to move his hands, and found them bound. An exasperated sighed escaped his mouth. Once again, he was in the ceiling harness. Thanks to Taro's recent display of cash, he had been in this thing almost every night for the past month. He wasn't complaining, of course, but it was trying to get out of it again that he often had trouble with. Were his hands not bound, he might have been able to. But, it would take him years to be able to dismount this thing. He'd get it down to a fine art by that point.

"Taro." He spoke clearly, and the Kitsune grunted in his sleep in response, his large tail swaying to and fro. Joey rolled his eyes.

"Taro!" He spoke with a little more audacity, and the Kitsune raised his head, blinking groggily. He turned his head to the side to find Joey not in the bed next to him, and slowly, his thoughts came back to him. After a brief moment of blank staring, he rolled onto his back. His knotted member was completely out of his sheath, pulsing against his stomach. He shot Joey a grin.

"Good morning to you too." He admired Joey's form and couldn't help but snicker. The Fox was dressed up in yet another girlish outfit, which was caked in cum from head to toe. Joey didn't look too pleased, but it wasn't for the reasons others might have thought. He simply wanted to get down.

"Come on, get me out of this thing. We've gotta pack, you know." Joey insisted, and Taro groaned, rolling out of the bed and wandering across the room to standing in front of his lover.

"Oh, you want out, do you?" He asked, reaching down and gripping just underneath his own knot. He wiggled his fingers, and his cock bounced up and down, batting itself off of Joey's chest. His pink tank top had dried cum all over it.

"Yes. I do." Joey muttered with a sour expression, looking down at the thick, veiny member bouncing off of his average frame. He wriggled in the harness, trying to slip his wrists out of the cuffs that bound him. Taro smirked again.

"Well, you'll have to...suck on this magic key, won't you?" Taro suggested. Despite Joey's irritation, he couldn't stop himself from smirking at the crude joke.

"That was cringey." Joey remarked, and Taro looked mock-offended. His shifted slightly to the right and angled his member, staring to bounce it off of Joey's nose and lips.

"Cheesy, but works like a charm." Taro mused aloud, watching Joey's expression soften as the dick hovered inches from his lips. After a sigh of defeat, he slowly opened his mouth and rolled his tongue over the tapered tip of the vulpine member. He was met with the mildly salty taste of his lover's precum, and he licked a little deeper, eliciting a groan from the Kitsune above him.

"You're certainly getting better with your tongue." Taro mused, and grinned when he watched the hands above tensed against the bonds, as if they wanted to break free and thump him. Joey opened his mouth a little wider and Taro angled his hips back, guiding his cock into his lover's mouth with ease. A small groan escaped his lips as his cock glided across Joey's tongue towards the back of his throat.

"That's it." He smirked to himself as the head began to bob back and forth, and he met it with his own thrusts. Thick globs of pre-cum settled themselves at the back of Joey's throat, and he tried his best to swallow without pressing his teeth down against Taro's cock. He groaned gently as the Kitsune began to thrust back and forth in his mouth, and he felt the tapering tip pressing down further and further into his throat.

Taro soon became a little rough with his thrusts, and Joey didn't complain. The Fox scrunched his eyes up as Taro placed his hands on the back of his head, pumping his hips back and forth. His knot butted with the Fox's nose as his pressed his cock in as far as he could go, the member sliding down into Joey's throat and stretching it, before it pulled back again.

Taro didn't take long, but then again, he never did. He slowly pulled his hips back as he squeezed his own knot, breathing harshly. His labored breath was a sign that he was close, and Joey quickly rolled his tongue around the member, sloppily applying spittle to the length as he felt it twitch and pulse against his flesh. He suddenly tasted the first hot, salty spurt against his tongue, and he was quick to gulp it down. It was met with another, more potent gush, and he heard Taro groan above him. Joey gulped down every last drop of his seed amidst the Kitsune's orgasm, feeling Taro press himself deeper and deeper into Joey's mouth with each pulse.

It was over as quickly as it had arrived, and the Kitsune pulled his hips back, sighing in pleasure. His cock dangled half-limp against Joey's lips, and the Fox licked the end of his member briefly, before he angled his head away, trying to gulp down what he could.

"So can you let me out now?" He asked, a small smile playing upon his lips. Taro chuckled as well as he reached up to the straps, undoing them. Joey's hands were finally free, and he let out a sigh of relief. Taro was kind enough to unstrap his ankles as well, before hoisting the Fox out from the harness.

"You go get cleaned up, and I'll make breakfast." Taro assured him, and Joey was grateful for that. He knew that Taro was struggling over the death of what he considered to be his mother figure, but he seemed to jump at the opportunity to be loving to Joey in return. In truth, it was because Taro was hoping and praying that Joey wouldn't leave him, especially not now.

The Fox quickly undressed as Taro left the room, and made his way to the bathroom to clean up. He guessed he must have taken at least 3 loads last night, as well as a couple on his chest. He always knew Taro to be a little frisky, especially when they haven't done it as much during the day. He washed himself down and patted himself off with a towel, before wandering into the hallway. Taro always had the heating on, which made the place warm all the time. Part of that was because of winter, and it was also partly to do with Taro's apparent fetishism for sweat, which Joey now shared.

"A letter came for you." Taro held up a relatively thick envelope, and Joey sighed in relief. The smell of bacon filled the kitchen as Taro hovered over the frying pan, sizzling the meat on a low heat so the oil didn't spit at him.

"It'll be the CD from the Doctor," He explained. "Thank god. Now I wont have to worry so much."

"Good. I wouldn't want you worrying whilst we're away." Taro snuck up behind the Fox and cuddled into his back, stroking along his damp fur. The stroking deepened and Taro smirked, kissing along Joey's neckline. The Fox wriggled.

"Shouldn't you be watching the bacon?" He questioned, and Taro chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered, planting another quick kiss, before he made his way across the kitchen and back to the frying pan. The two stood there in the nude and exchange polite conversation, before food was finally served.

They had very little time to pack, unfortunately. The plane was at noon, and it was a 20 hour flight, with a change in-between. Specifically, it was first class tickets, non-stop, all the way to Tokyo. Taro's parents had only supplied one, but it only took Taro 10 minutes to phone up the airport and book in a second ticket for the seat next to him, so that Joey could go with him. It was expensive, but Taro would have spared no expense for what he might have considered the love of his life, or at least, the perfect boyfriend.

Luckily for the two of them, they had very little in the way of any material possessions, bar from their clothes and Joey's laptop. Taro didn't like to hold onto anything majorly sentimental, other than a scarf that used to belong to his Nanny. He packed that in along with his other designed clothes, and Joey did much of the same, keeping his laptop in his shoulder bag. Come 11am, the pair of them were ready to go, and just in time, too. It was a 30 minute drive to the airport amongst the busy London streets, so they'd at least have time to board.

They ordered a taxi to take them there, and tipped him when they arrived. After a brief moment at the counter, and through the metal detector and X-Ray machine, they were on the plane. First Class was incredibly fancy: the seats were cushioned and luxurious, complete with a small table for them to have drinks. Not only that, but they got served complimentary champagne, and anything else they could have wanted.

Joey settled in comfortably to his seat after placing his shoulder bag above him in the overhang, and Taro relaxed in beside him. They were served champagne before the flight had even taken off, and Joey was sipping his nonchalantly. Taro had already down the glass. They got a number of odd looks from the staff: the two of them were dressed fairly casually for what most would wear in the First Class part of the plane: many of them wore suits and ties, or sparkling dresses. Joey looked a little embarrassed, to say the least.

"So..." Joey began, glancing to Taro, who admired him with a small smirk on his face. "Where're we going to stay in Tokyo?"

Joey watched Taro's face visibly fall, and he adjusted in his seat a little, clearing his throat. Joey had the feeling there was something his boyfriend wasn't telling him.

"About that..." Taro began, and Joey frowned openly. He was a little confused.

"What aren't you telling me?" He whispered quietly, so that no-one nearby could overhear them. Taro shifted again in his seat, looking visibly uncomfortable.

"My surname. Uh...Shimato," Taro began, glancing over to his boyfriend. "It means quite a lot in Japan."

"It does? Why?" Joey frowned again, getting more and more confused by the second.

"Well, my parents...they own a pretty luxurious chain of hotels around Tokyo. Like, a lot of them. The Shimato name is pretty wealthy in Japan." Taro explained as vaguely as possible.

It finally dawned on Joey how Taro was able to afford such nice clothes all the time. He thought that Taro just had some rich parents who were kind enough to lend him money from time to time, but it went much deeper than that. Taro probably had millions of pounds at his fingertips and barely scratched the surface with it at all.

"...Woah." Joey seemed rather impressed, but also a little hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I hate my parents. Why would I tell anyone they also happen to be millionaires?" He quipped back with a rather curt tone, and Joey lowered his gaze.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He mumbled, and Taro slowly slipped a hand over. He took Joey's hand in his own and squeezed it encouragingly.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." Taro muttered quietly, just to him and his boyfriend. The plane churned into life and they heard over the intercom that they would be beginning their ascent shortly, and should be seated for the climb. Thankfully, the two of them were already sitting down, so it didn't really matter.

"Hey," Joey squeezed his hand back, grinning. "It'll be fine. Trust me."

Taro looked at him with all the love he could muster, and he leant over, planting a kiss on Joey's lips. In that moment, neither of them cared who saw them. They pulled away from each other after a lingering kiss and settled down into their fancy seats.

The plane ride would have been hellish if they were anywhere but first class. After their ascent, the two of them could put on headphones and watch the movies that they played on the screens that were embedded in each of the seats in front of them. Not only that, but there was plenty of food to eat, too. After 12 hours of nothing but luxury, they had to disembark, and spent another couple of hours attempting to collect their bags and waiting for their next flight. For a brief amount of time, they were in Egypt. It was an odd experience. Joey had never really flown before, but Taro appeared so at ease that it felt as if he had nothing to worry about.

After that, they embarked on another flight, and enjoyed even more luxury. They must have had a number of glasess of champagne by that point, but neither of them were tipsy. The impending dread leading up to their encounter with Taro's parents were a little worrisome, to say the least. Joey noticed Taro getting more and more on edge as time passed, but he didn't want to bother him too much. All he gave him with an encouraging squeeze, and it seemed to relax the Kitsune somewhat each time.

They both caught a small amount of sleep during their flight, but it wasn't enough to feel fully refreshed. By the time they were finally landing in Tokyo, the pair of them were considerably tired. Joey hadn't even listened to his CD, and he knew he should have on the flight. But the changes in time during it all had left him confused about when and where to listen to it. Becaues of that, he didn't even enter a trance. At least, he thought he didn't. Taro made no mention to him that he had, either.

They finally got off the plane, hand in hand, and collected their bags after a bit of difficulty at the airport. As they stepped down onto the escalator and made their way towards the exit. They stepped out into the cold night air. The wind was biting, but what struck Joey the most was how bright and busy the city was. Neon signs and bright billboards glowed above him, and people wandered back and forth around the airport, some going in and some going out. Taro nudged Joey's arm and pointed over towards on of the cars, and Joey squinted to see what he was gesturing to.

The Fox could see someone standing there: a lean, slenderly-built rabbit, with two pronounced grey ears and a surly expression on his face. He looked to be particularly young, or at the very least in his early 30s, presumably less. He was clad in a black suit with white gloves, and a chauffeur hat sat between his large ears. In his hands he held a sign that read 'Shimoto Taro'.

"That's us." Taro assured him, taking Joey's hand and leading him through the crowd as they wheeled their bags behind them. They approached the Rabbit, who squinted at them, before nodding. He stepped back and pulled open the passenger door to allow them inside, reaching around to grab their bags before either of them said anything. Joey was about to protest, or at least offer his own help, but Taro just grabbed his arm and shook his head.

"Trust me, it's their job." He assured him, and ushered him into the car. They slipped into the sleek, black leather seats and the door was shut behind them. Taro strapped himeslf in, and Joey quickly did the same. It was just the two of them, thankfully. Joey heard the front car door open, and saw the rabbit step into the driver's sear, shutting the door behind him.

The rabbit spoke briefly in Japanese, glancing into the rear-view mirror and twisting it to get a good look at Taro. The Kitsune spoke back in response in fluent Japanese, and Joey looked momentarily stunned. There was so much he didn't know about Taro, and it was beginning to show just how little he knew. He barely knew his parents, and didn't even know he spoke Japanese.

"What did he say?" Joey asked quietly, and Taro glanced over to him with a wry smile.

"My parents have arranged for us to stay at one of our Hotels apparently. One of their new ones in the heart of the city: it's called 'Soru Hoteru'," Taro explained loosely. "Uh, that means 'Soul Hotel'."

"Oh, right." Joey nodded, more or less understanding. So, Taro's parents owned a massive hotel chain, and they were probably particularly luxurious, too. Joey had never really gotten a taste of the good life before, and he wasn't sure if he was completely okay with it.

"Hey. Something wrong?" Taro could see that Joey was acting off, and the Fox shot him a weak smile.

"No, no, it's okay. It's just...there's so much I don't know about you." Joey muttered, feeling his doubts weighing on him. Taro put an arm around the Fox and cuddled him close as the rabbit pushed a button at the front, closing the small window between him and them, giving them some privacy.

"That's not your fault, that's mine. I've not been very open about where I come from. Don't worry about it, okay?" Taro assured him, and Joey looked up at him with a small smile. The Kitsune gently stroked the Fox's side as a small grin spread across his face, and Joey's smile fell when he realised what he wanted.

"Oh no." The smile came back in the form of a grin, and he pulled back, giggling. "I know what you want. We can't do that here!"

"Who's gonna stop us, huh?" Taro teased, pulling Joey closer to him again and peppering his head with kiss after kiss. Joey squirmed against him, finding himself giggling like some sort of childish schoolgirl.

"How about something quick, huh? Just, y'know, use your mouth. Nothing fancy." Taro whispered, already unzipping his jeans and exposing himself. He slipped his jeans down and pulled down the front of his boxers, tucking them under his balls and showing off his swelling package. He pushed Joey's head down a little and the Fox chuckled to himself, looking a little nervous. He wasn't sure if this was the best idea.

"C'mon. Just a quickie." Taro asked with a sly smile, and Taro wriggled, grinning awkwardly from ear to ear. He couldn't say no to his boyfriend, especially when he was being so sweet about it. He slowly lowered his head and lolled his tongue, worming it around the slightly protruding member and sinking his tongue down into the warmth of the sheath. Taro groaned gently, keeping his moans of passion to a minimum, so that the driver was none-the-wiser. The car rumbled and shook beneath them as it went across the slightly bumpy road, and Joey slowly bowed his head lower and lower, rolling his tongue around the growing member.

The cock grew and grew in his mouth, pressing up against the roof and around to the back of his throat as it swelled in size. He greeted each new inch with his tongue, coating the entirety of the member in his spittle. He felt the knot swelling around his lips as he pulled his head back to stop himself from getting knotted. The tapered end of the cock brushed against the back of his throat, and he bowed his head, letting it slide down deeper. Taro breathed heavily above him, trying his best not to moan in pleasure.

Soon enough, Joey began to bob faster, and faster. He slid his mouth up and down the member, over and over, and the Kitsune writhed beneath him, gritting his teeth. Taro breathed heavily as he felt the pressure building up, and he forced Joey's head down further with a hand each time he took the cock, pushing his member into the Fox's throat.

"Mmh. F-Fuck." Taro knew he was close already. But then, he had been pent up for the past 20 hours, so it was no wonder he was feeling frisky. He pushed Joey's head down as he felt the pressure reaching it's limit, and he humped his hips up against the Fox's mouth. Joey lowered his hand and gently squeezed Taro's balls, rolling the hefty orbs in his grip as he suddenly felt Taro orgasm. The Kitsune humped his hips with gusto as he came, shooting ropes of cum right into Joey's throat, where the Fox eagerly swallowed each one. Barely a drop was spilled, and the two were quickly left a panting mess.

Neither of them could enjoy the aftermath of their pleasure: before they knew it, the car was stopping, and they heard the car door open. Joey quickly raised his head and Taro scrabbled for his jeans. He managed to tug them up and button them up just as the door swung open. Luckily, the Rabbit didn't peak his head in.

They stepped out from the warmth of the car into the coolness of the night, but they wouldn't be in it for long. Taro briefly spoke to the driver, who said he'd bring them their bags when they got their room. As Joey finally made his way out of the car, he was blown away by the sheer magnitude of the Hotel in front of him.

'Soul Hotel' was a little more than just a luxurious place to stay. The main entrance felt as if it were catered more for movie stars and celebrities then people like Joey. A set of low-incline steps lead up to a pair of glittering double doors which opened to a sleek, white, pristine hotel lobby. On their left and right were a pair of fountains, actually inside the hotel, that were situated in each of their own dips, with more low steps going down. A number of curves seats sat around, facing the fountain that made for a luxurious social area. In front of them was the sleek and long counter-top, where 3 or 4 receptionists stood, taking in people and booking them out. To the left of them was a lift, as well as a sleek set of steps. On their right was a magnificent archway with the most exquisite detailing that Joey had ever seen, with a sign in something he couldn't read.

"It means Bar and Pool," Taro chuckled, having noticed Joey's completely awe-struck face. "Come on, stop gawking. Let's get booked in."

Taro would have normally been in a surlier mood, but seeing just how stunned and wide-eyed Joey was at everything amused him. He would have never really treated Joey to this sort of life, but he was mildly liking the idea of showering him in luxury. Taro wandered up to the counter with Joey tailing along, looking all around him.

Taro spoke in brief Japanese to the receptionist, and otter, and displayed his passport to show who he was. The receptionist nodded and put on the widest smile he could muster as he tapped away on the computer that sat just beneath the counter. After a brief moment, he dipped under the counter and retrieved a keycard, swiping it through the machine and tapping on the keyboard again. Joey hadn't really noticed what was going on, and suddenly felt a hand on his arm again. He turned to see Taro smirking at him.

"Got the room key," He said, holding up the keycard. "...Presidential Suite."

"No way." Joey whispered, and Taro grasped his hand, dragging him across the lobby as the Fox tried to stop himself from squealing in delight. If he was brutally honest, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he was eager to enjoy it as much as he could.

They stepped into the lift and the doors closed, giving them some privacy as they made their way up to the top floor. Taro snuck an arm around his Fox and cuddled into him as Joey squirmed on the spot, barely able to contain his excitement.

"I shouldn't be this excited. But it is exciting. Right?" Joey glanced up at Taro, who merely grinned.

"I suppose when you haven't grown up with it, it is." He mused, ruffling the younger Vulpine's ears as the doors slowly slid open. The elevator had been quick. They stepped out into a white-walled hallway, with a plush red carpet under their feet. They wandered down the hallway to a pair of double doors, and Taro slipped they keybard into the lock. There was a pause, before the light changed to green, and there was a quiet beep. Taro glanced down at his boyfriend, before he turned the handle and opened the door.

Joey let out a gasp of surprise as they stepped into the luxurious presidential suite. The main living room are was massive, at least 3 times the size of their original apartment, or perhaps even more. A set of slow-incline steps lead down into a social area with a long, curved couch and a large TV sitting opposite. To their right was a kitchenette filled with utensils. The thing that struck Joey the most, bar from the hallway leading into even more rooms, was the windows at the far end. On a hunch, he quickly made his way around to them as Taro shut the doors behind them, and he squealed in delight when he noticed the handles on the windows. He pulled them, and the doors swept open into a gorgeous balcony view.

Joey stepped out into the cold, caring little for the lack of warmth as he stared down at the entirety of Tokyo before him, mesmerised. He leant against the railings with a look of pure bliss in his face as the sight, from the busy cars heading down busy streets, to the vibrant, bright lights dotted all around. He could even seen the bright orange light of Tokyo Tower, and the sleekness of the Tokyo Skytree.

He felt someone press up to him, and angled his head back to see Taro smiling down at him with a rather amused grin. He felt the Kitsune's hands wrap around his waist and cuddle into him from behind as they stared out into the wonders of Tokyo.

"It's beautiful." Joey mused, completely starstruck. He'd never thought he'd ever get to see places like this, to live such a luxurious lifestyle. He was glad to have the opportunity, no matter how little it was. But he wasn't glad of the circumstances that lead up to it.

"I know." Taro mumbled, stroking along Joey's hips and stomach as he pressed himself up against the Fox, sighing gently. It was nearing 8pm, and the pair of them were exhausted. It had been a long and tiring day, and they definitely needed the sleep, despite Taro's body stating otherwise. He desperately wanted to fuck his beautiful boyfriend for all the world to see, but that would have to wait: there were other matters to attend to right now.

"We should get some sleep," Taro suggested. "I guarantee you that my parents will want to talk tomorrow. We'll need the rest."

Partly, he was hoping that Joey might be a little more frisky in bed tonight during his trance, and it might help him let off some steam. Joey slowly nodded and the two moved back into the living room to find the suitcases by the door. The driver might have dropped them off. They took them, adjourning through to the bedroom area down the short hallway.

The bedroom was as you could expect from a luxurious suite in a fancy hotel. There was a massive double bed, at least King Size or maybe more, with plenty of room for the two of them, coupled with silk sheets. Joey tugged his shirt over his head and dropped his jeans, slipping into bed with just his boxers on. Taro did more or less the same, but made a point of removing his boxers and displaying his white-furred sheath to the poor Fox, before he, too, slid into bed. They cuddled up with one-another and Joey was quick to close his eyes, before he remembered what he had to do.

"Oh! My CD." He realised, and rolled over towards his suitcase on his size of the bed. He dug through it for a moment, before retrieving the CD and an incredibly old walkman that he used to own from the 90s.

"Wow, that looks..." Taro didn't quite know what to say, and Joey stuck out his tongue at him.

"It's old. I know." He plugged his headphones into it and placed them over his ears as he slipped the CD into the walkman, closing the lid. It was a peculiar instrument, but about the best when it came to listening to CDs on the go. There was no need for it anymore, but in this instance, it was helpful. He relaxed into the bed and closed his eyes, sitting the walkman on his chest as he listened to the CD. After a couple of minutes of Taro watching him, he looked to have fallen asleep. Maybe that was part of the treatment.

Taro sat up and waited. 4 hours was a long time, he was desperate for their night of fun. Yet, as he waited and waited, he began to feel more and more impatient, idly stroking and touching Joey's body, and remarking how little he got out of him, in terms of a reaction. When it neared around 10pm, the CD player made a strange clicking noise, and Taro peered over to find it had stopped. He gathered that meant the CD was finished, and he slowly removed Joey's headphones and the CD player, setting them on the side.

10pm turned into 11pm, and 11pm into midnight. Taro waited and waited. As the clock struck midnight, he expected Joey to wake up and be ready for a night of drunken, lust-filled sex. Yet, Joey laid there, sleeping still. Taro frowned and lightly nudged him, stroking along his stomach.

"...Joey?" He asked quietly, wrinkling his nose. This was not good news: he wasn't going into a trance. Taro thought he'd spring right up and practically pounce his cock, but he wasn't doing either of those things. He nudged the Fox a bit more forcefully, and Joey rolled over in his sleep, towards the Kitsune. He put an arm around him and curled against his chest, still in a deep slumber. It was cute, but not what Taro had in mind. Frustrated and pent-up, the Kitsune sighed and closed his eyes, letting sleep eventually take him, however long that may be. Perhaps it was a good thing, in a way: the sleep was just as important as the sex.

Light filtered in through their room in the late hours of the morning, and Joey slowly began to wake. He rolled over and groaned gently, grabbing his phone to check the time, realising it was nearing 11am. He groggily rubbed his eyes and stretched on the bed, glancing to his right. Taro was sleeping right next to him. Yet, Joey felt odd. He should have curled up and cuddled him, but instead, he felt...uncomfortable. He rolled out of the bed and gathered his clothes, getting dressed as he made his way through into the living room.

He felt as if he'd sleep more that night than in the past couple of weeks. He felt fully refreshed and ready to take on anything, yet he also felt a little strange, as if something was off. He shrugged it off and made his way across the penthouse, pausing when he noticed a glint of white by the door, contrasting to the mahogany colours of the door itself.

He made his way over, and realised what it was. It was a letter, elegantly written with Taro's name on the front. It looked to be the same handwriting from before. With a frown, Joey glanced to his right, and noticed two suit bangs hanging up. He stepped over and unzipped it, realising there were two suits inside, one in each. One looked to be about his size, too. He guessed that they had to wear them, but for what?

With a sigh, he took the letter over to the kitchenette and placed it on the open plan counter that faced into the living room, before diving into the fridge. It was stocked with a number of alcoholic beverages, but no actual food. He heard his stomach growl, and he reached inside, finding a small little card. On the front it read 'room service', with an extension he had to press into the phone that hung up not too far away.

"Looking for something?"

Joey practically yelped in surprise and jolted, bashing his head on the inside of the fridge. He groaned and pulled himself back, standing upright as Taro came around to his side, putting a hand on his arm and around his waist.

"Shit, I didn't meant to scare you. Sorry." Taro felt apologetic, but Joey instinctively shrugged him off, then regretted doing so. He could see Taro looked hurt.

"It's fine, don't worry," He pulled a fake, wry smile, before gesturing to the counter. "A letter came for you. I think it's your parents."

"Ah, right." Taro tried to brush off the fact that Joey just shied away from him as if he were disgusted, and moved around to the side of the counter. He scooped up the letter and opened the envelope, reading it's contents with a sour expression.

"Told you," He tossed the letter onto the counter. "They want to have lunch, today, at 2. They want to discuss a couple of things, apparently."

"I guess that's what the suits are for." Joey pointed to the two hanging bags by the door, and Taro glanced over, before rolling his eyes.

"They're always picking shit for me to wear," He muttered darkly, glancing down to the card in Joey's hand. "Hungry?"

"Very." Joey couldn't help but admit it. They hadn't eaten much since they got off the plane, and that was a while ago now. Taro smirked and circled around to the phone, pressing a number of buttons on the phone. There was a pause.

"Hi, I'd like to order room service. The breakfast platter will do nicely. Yes, orange juice. Uh-huh. Thanks." He placed the phone back where it belonged and grinned over at Joey, who looked stunned.

"Sorry, I'm showing off," Taro apologised with a cheeky grin. "I've lived in hotels for 18 years. All my parents hotels use the same extension for room service."

"Oh...that makes sense." Joey shook his head, wondering how he didn't connect the dots before. They didn't have long to wait, presumably because the hotel typically made up a lot of platters at this time in the morning. After about 20 minutes, they heard a knock on the door, and Taro went to answer it. Joey lounged on one of the stool-like seats near the kitchenette, waiting patiently.

After a moment, a cart was wheeled in towards the kitchen, and paused just before it. The man who had delivered it, a brown bear, removed the top to reveal an assortment of various, authentic Japanese dishes. Joey stared at them in wonder and bewilderment. They were definitely different from what he normally had.

"You've got Oyakodon, which is chicken and egg with rice," Taro pointed to each in turn as he described them. "Miso soup, which is generally a vegetable soup, as well as some toast, Natto, which are beans, and some fried eggs. Plenty for the pair of us."

"That's..." Joey didn't quite know what to say, and Taro could tell he looked a little dubious about the meal. The Kitsune chuckled, taking one of the large bowls and adding rice, Natto, as well as the fried egg to it, placing it in front of Fox. He handed him a fork, as well.

"I'll spare you the chopsticks. Try it, you'll like it." He assured him. Joey frowned as he took the fork, looking down at the strange breakfast. He glanced up at Taro, who was already digging into the Oyakodon with glee. Slowly, Joey pierced the fried egg, and watched the runny yolk run down into the rice with a wrinkling of his nose. He glanced to Taro again, who gestured happily to him. He sighed, and dipped his fork in, scooping up a number of bits of rice, as well as some of the Natto and egg, before taking a bite.

It was...not bad. He was expecting a rather horrible flavour that he might not like, given it's appearance, but it was surprisingly good. Maybe he shouldn't trust his gut as much. He chewed on the food and glanced over to his boyfriend, and Taro shot him a grin.

"I can tell you like it." He amused, and the Fox rolled his eyes. They sat and ate in fragmented conversation, chewing through the japanese food. Despite the amount that was there, not all of it was very filling: the rice, in particular, didn't strike Joey as something that would keep him going for a few hours. He supposed it was good, in a way: at least they wouldn't have to wait long to eat again, considering they had 3 hours until they met Taro's parents for lunch.

"Where're we going to eat, anyway?" Joey asked, a little wary. He'd never really been to any fancy restaurants before.

"Kozue. It's this fancy restaurant that's on the 40th floor of the Park Hyatt," Taro explained vaguely. "I've been there a couple of times. It's my parents favourite spot in the winter because they're both a fan of Fugu. That, and most of their serious talks go down in that place."

"Do I want to know what Fugu is?" Joey probed, and Taro grinned back in response.

"Puffer fish. A delicacy, and also very expensive." He assured the Fox, who recoiled slightly at the suggestion, shuddering.

"It's not that bad!" Taro exclaimed, and the two of them chuckled a little. Joey was a feeling a little more at ease now, but his strange aversion of getting too close to Taro was worrying him almost as much as it was worrying Taro himself. The two of them quietly stewed on the reasons why as time ticked by. Neither of them really knew what to do in the meantime: there wasn't enough time to really see the sights before lunch, considering they also had to get changed. They made an agreement to shower, but Joey seemed against the idea of a shared one. Confused, Taro took one alone, and Joey took his soon after.

Joey peculiar behaviour had left a tension in the air that Taro couldn't seem to settle, and he didn't know why. Joey wasn't normally this distant, and he wondered if it had something to do with the fact he didn't enter a trance last night. Perhaps he was reverting back to how he used to be? He wasn't sure, but part of him thought it was just an overreaction. They were in a brand new place, and Joey might be feeling on-edge with it all. Taro didn't want to put too much pressure on him, but at the same time, he wanted the emotional support, and the sex, of course.

It was time to get dressed, as much as the pair of them would have liked to lounge around. Joey felt the nerves building up in his stomach at the thought of their exchange with Taro's parents. He hadn't really done this part of dating before: having little to no relationships meant he never really got to the 'meet the parents' stage, but past stories from schoolmates had told him it was the most difficult part. Joey aimed to impress, but he had a feeling it'd be difficult to impress millionaires.

The two of them got dressed in their suits, and Joey found his to fit perfectly: whoever had told them his size must have a good eye for that sort of thing. Taro's own suit fit near-perfect as well, leaving the pair of them to look rather fashionable. Joey wasn't good at doing his tie, but Taro gave him a brief hand with that.

"You look hot." Taro mused, and Joey shifted uncomfortable, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks.

"T-Thanks," He muttered. "Shall we go? How're we getting there?"

"Already taken care of. I hired a cab." Taro grinned and patted Joey's rear, making the Fox jump, as they stepped out of the suite. Taro locked it behind them and slipped the key into his inner chest pocket. They stepped once more into the lift and made their way down to the bottom floor, making room for a couple of the hotel guests along the way. With that, they made their way out into the coolness of the afternoon air around Tokyo. A cab waited for them out front, and they clambered in. Japanese cabs had a little more to them than american or English ones: these were sleek, black, and professional. Taro told the driver where to go, and they were off.

"Nervous?" Taro asked, glancing down at Joey, who nodded in return. "Don't be. I should be nervous, not you."

"I just get the feeling they're not going to like me very much." Joey muttered quietly.

"They won't," The Kitsune didn't sugar-coat it. "But they never have, so don't take it personally. Just be happy to be there, with me."

Taro slipped his hand around Joey's own and gave him a squeeze, and the Fox grinned a little, perhaps a little awkwardly. The ride was short, if only because they weren't even that far away from the Park Hyatt. Despite that, it took them longer than usual, and only because it was the lunch-time rush hour. They finally stepped out at their destination and Taro tipped the driver, before the two of them headed up.

After a short ascent, they stepped out on the 40th floor to a sleek, modern decor, with an open kitchen at the far end that showed the cooks making the dishes, squawking Japanese to one-another as they worked. Joey tried not to look so awestruck as they moved towards the podium. The waiter spoke in Japanese, so Taro took the lead, and Joey assumed he was explaining they were here with people. They were lead to the table.

Joey saw them as they walked up, and he felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of them. Like Taro, they were also Kitsunes, and just about as pointed and marked as he was. One was slightly taller than the other, but they couldn't have been any more different. The father was a white-furred Kitsune, with prominent red markings over his face with sharp, reserved blue eyes. He had pointed, black-tipped ears and a number of tails that curled around and coiled into a suitable position behind him. He was dressed lavishly in a fine suit as well, that looked to be the same make as theirs. The female sitting next to him was, presumably, where Taro got his hues: She was a shorter, pink-furred Kitsune with white markings, but the same distinct, sharp gaze, in addition to a crop of white hair atop her head, that tumbled down her head and onto her shoulders with stylish curls. She was dressed in a fine black dress, with long black gloves, looking like something out of a 50s movie set.

Taro didn't say a word as he gestured Joey to take a sear as a waiter graciously brung him a chair. Joey mumbled his thanks, shooting him an awkward smile as he took a seat next to his Kitsune. The mother began to speak English and Taro raised a hand, closing his eyes, looking exasperated.

"Please. Speak English for the convenience of our guest." He spoke sharply and curtly, with a degree of professionalism that Joey had never seen to him before. He could tell this conversation with serious: the tension in the air was so thick that he could almost taste it.

"I take it this is your new whore, then?" The father quipped in perfect English, with a slight hint of a Japanese accent beneath the bravado. His eyes flicked in Joey's direction, though his head didn't turn, as if he were regarding him indifferently. Joey felt the colour rise to his cheeks.

"This is my boyfriend, Joey." Taro made sure to emphasise 'boyfriend', in the event they didn't realise that. Neither of them smiled, but nor did they frown, either. Joey wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

"Well, at least you picked someone closer to your species this time." The father remarked with a degree of mock-sincerity as he picked up the menu in front of him. His spouse did the same.

"What do you want for lunch?" The father asked coldly, and Taro sat there for a moment, quietly seething.

"How about you just get to the point of why I'm here?" Taro suggestion with venom, and Joey felt like shrinking in his seat. He wasn't good with confrontation: he had struggled with his own for a while, after all.

"We should eat first, and eat we shall." The father mumbled without much explanation after the fact, and Joey could tell Taro felt like flipping the table and leaving. Despite that, the Kitsune remained relatively calm, and he nodded to Joey, gesturing to the Menu. Joey cast his gaze down to the piece of engraved card and fabric in front of him, relieved to see that they had the English language under each dish. Despite that, he still had no idea what to get. All he knew is that he was a little peckish.

All it took was one nervous glance at Taro for the Kitsune to lean over and give him a little aid. Wordlessly, he pointed to the Fugu on the menu, and sharply nodded. Joey wrinkled his nose and made it clear he wasn't sure if he'd like it, but one smile from Taro convinced him. The Kitsune leant back and lowered his menu, and Joey did the same.

A waiter came over soon after, thankfully, which broke the cold tension between them. No-one seemed to have wanted to break the ice. She asked what they were all having. Naturally, Taro's parents made a habit of speaking in fluent Japanese, leaving Joey floundering a little. Taro was there to rescue him.

"He and I will have the Fugu, please." He assured the waiter, who glanced to the Fox for approval. Joey quickly nodded, and the waiter gave him a sympathetic smile, before he bowed out and headed over towards the kitchen area.

"So, Taro. How have you been keeping? Sorry to hear about your Childminder." His mother spoke English too, it appeared, and Joey heard a much more richer inflection of Japanese to her voice compared to her husband.

"No need to apologise. You didn't care." Taro coldly remarked in response.

"I'm offended, Taro," The mother sounded surprised, though she didn't show you. "You know we always cared for Akiko. She got a room in our house, a decent wage--"

"Not what she deserved for what she had to put up with." Taro muttered in response, and the conversation soon fell silent again.

"Tell us about yourself...what was it? Joey?" The father was quick to find out more about this latest new 'fling', despite the fact he might not think it would last. Joey looked over to Taro nervously.

"No need to seek approval from your Pimp." The father added, almost a little snidely.

"You watch your tongue." Taro darkly responded, before Joey could say anything. The Fox wasn't sure whether to feel offended, or humiliated. He was pretty sure he felt both. Despite that, the father didn't respond, still staring at Joey, waiting for a response.

"Um," Joey began, clearing his throat nervously. "I'm studying Graphic Design at the University of London. I'm Taro's room mate."

"Oh, so you've already moved in together? How long have you been a couple?" The mother asked, once again sounding genuine, yet not appearing it. Joey lowered his gaze.

"We were room mates before that." Joey wasn't sure if he was digging a hole or not, but he got the feeling that Taro's parents were making fun of him, in some way. He glanced to Taro and got the impression he felt the same way, given his livid expression.

"Oh, I see. And did the mindless sex come before or after the relationship?" The mother queried with all the innocence in the world.

"That's enough." Taro sharply spoke, perhaps with a little too much volume. A number of heads in the room turned, and he cleared his throat, lowering his head. The two parents cast a gaze to one-another, acting as if they had won, in some, small part of their mind. Silence fell upon them once again.

After a couple of minutes, their food was brought to them. Thin strips of fish meat were laid out in a quarter circle, totalling to about 4 slices in total, sizzling hot and reached to be eaten. It was served with a side of rice and a number of beans, as well as a bowl of soy sauce in the middle. They were served with chopsticks and forks, allowing them to use either. Joey was thankful for that: he didn't want to embarrass himself.

"Let's eat, then." His parents seemed about as animated as they had been all this time, quick to tuck into their meal. Taro was right, they did like the Fugu. Gingerly, he piled some of it together and took a mouthful. The taste of the fish was a little strange on his tongue compared to the blandness of the rice and the beans, but it was nice enough. He could see why they might like it.

They ate in silence. None of them said a word, presumably because they were savouring the taste of the food, but Joey felt as if there was more to it than that. He got the impression there was a lot that Taro wanted to say, but that he was just too tired or too frustrated to do so.

It didn't take them long to eat, and they polished off their plates, more or less. Joey left some of his behind, not really able to get past the taste. It didn't seem like an insult to anyone if he didn't eat as much, but he couldn't help but feel self-conscious. He could already see Taro's parents weren't pleased.

"We've eaten," Taro pointed out sharply. "Now what is it you want?"

It seemed to be a custom, but tea was served soon after they had finished their food, and their plates were taken away. Taro's parents sipped their Tea, taking their time in figuring out what they were going to say. Either that, or they were stalling. Joey began to felt nervous, feeling himself sweating in the suit.

"As you know," Taro's father began without any degree of sincerity. "We have opened up a number of new Hotels in the city, and in China. You are staying in one of them. How do you like it?"

"It's certainly modern. And fancy. And far too lavish," Taro mused, glaring over at them. "Why?"

"You're at the age now where we think we've let you run off and do you own thing for long enough. You've had your fun, played your little games, but it's time to start working," The father continued, looking Taro straight in the eyes. "Your mother and I want you to run Soul Hotel."

There was a brief moment of silence between the 4 of them, and both Joey and Taro looked stunned. They were blind-sided, and it was definitely not what the two of them were expecting.

"You want me to run a Hotel?" Taro asked quietly, looking particularly mortified at the possibility.

"Yes. Of course, you'd have a board of advisers, but we want you to be the face of the Soul," The Father insisted. "You'll get a salary, of course, and a room at the hotel...we'll make it a room for two, if you wish."

"Wait, wait," Taro began. "I don't know the first thing about running a Hotel. And I'm still doing my degree! So's Joey, too!" Taro exclaimed. He didn't even know what his parents were thinking.

"About that," His mother chipped in. "I called the University Board. They've disclosed that you haven't attended a single lecture in your entire 3 years, and you've barely scraped your exams each term."

"You fucking called the board?" Taro gritted his teeth and turned from shocked to livid in the space of a few seconds. He wasn't pleased, to say the least, and Joey shrank in his seat, unsure what to do.

"Of course we did. Do you not think we keep an eye on you?" She sounded a little surprised herself, but that was only making Taro more and more angry.

"I'm not doing it. I'm here for the funeral, and then I'm going back to England." Taro insisted.

There was another moment of silence as the two parents glanced to one-another, as if they knew this were going to happen. Joey had a bad feeling.

"We thought you might say that, so if you don't do as we ask, we're disowning you," The Father spoke bluntly. "You know our views, Taro. A man does his duty. If you refuse to do yours, then you can make your way on your own. We'll be freezing your trust fund and giving you an allowance of 100,000 yen."

"What?!" Taro exclaimed, furious. There was nothing he could do about it: he wasn't entitled to any money. That was their own volition to give him a trust fund to keep him going.

"You'll have 10 days to give us your final decision, whether it be to stay in Tokyo or to go back to England and play your little charade. Until then, you'll have that allowance. I suggest you spend it wisely, and consider it a demonstration of how it'll feel to not have our aid."

"You can't do this. It's not fair." Taro snarled under his breath, practically quaking with rage. Sure, it might be childish to say so, but it was also the truth. Even Joey was mortified.

"You can go now." The Father responded curtly, and he raised the teacup, taking a small sip. He regarded his son with a cold indifference as Taro sat there, quivering in fury, before the young Kitsune rose to his feet. He jerked his head in Joey's direction and he, too, stood up. Joey made a small bow to the parents, unsure what else to do, and quickly followed Taro towards the door. They stepped into the lift.

Taro let out a sharp cry of rage and thumped the side of the lift, making Joey jump out of his skin. He stepped away from the Kitsune and let him calm down a little, watching him breath hard through his nose. They step out into the cold and their cab is waiting. After a short ride back, they're once again back at the hotel, and they head up to the suite.

As they enter the room, Taro discards his tie and tosses it across the room, delving towards the kitchen. He pulls out a small bottle of clear brown liquid and pours it into a glass, taking a heart swig. He slips out of his jacket and places it on the table, sighing to himself as he puts his head in his hands.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He groaned to himself, taking another swig. "The fuck do I do?"

Joey wasn't sure, either. He slipped out of his own jacket and took a seat on a stool on the opposite side of the counter, sitting with him.

"I mean..." Joey wasn't sure if he wanted to say it, but he did anyway. "...Did you really want to do the degree anyway."

Taro slowly raised his head and regarded Joey with a glare, and the Fox lowered his head. Taro sighed in response.

"No, of course not. But I don't want to be under my parent's thumb, either. This is an opportunity for them to control me: their board of directors will be all of their friends and they'll be reporting back to them. I'll be working for them, basically. I don't want that. At least in England I was making a name for myself without their help. Kind of."

"It's true, but," Joey began. "It doesn't seem like you have much of a choice, either. It's going to be difficult with students loans and bills if we've not got any money."

"I know." Taro put his head in his hands again, groaning in frustration. It was a difficult dilemma, and one that he didn't want to do.

"Can we even get back anyway?" Joey asked, and Taro peeked through his fingers.

"On the Yen? Yeah, we can, just. If we can economy, but it leaves us with nothing after that," Taro pointed out. "And I can't...I can't just go ahead and take this job and leave you here with me. You have your own life, your own dreams and passions. I can't force you to stay here."

Joey should have said that he wanted to stay, but part of him didn't know what to think. Taro was right: he should be allowed to live his own dreams. Yet, here he was in Tokyo, living the high life with a Kitsune he claimed to love. But was it the life he really wanted? He had gone into Graphics Design because it was his passion, not because it was an easy degree. But his entire plan for his life had gone out of the window.

"We've got 10 days to discuss it, okay? I mean, that's a long time." Joey assured Taro, hoping that might offer some reprieve.

"I guess." Taro muttered, sighing again as he took another quick drink of the whiskey. He set the glass aside and got to his feet, circling around towards Joey and putting his arms around him. Joey's body wanted to back off, but he forced himself to hug the Kitsune. He wasn't sure why he felt so distant.

As he hugged the saddenned and frustrated Kitsune, he felt Taro's hands sliding down his body and over his trousers, groping his rump. Joey wriggled in his grip, feeling a little awkward.

"W-What are you doing?" He spluttered out, and Taro chuckled.

"Oh, just giving my boyfriend the attention he deserves." Taro's speech was a little bit slurred, but he was in sound-enough mind. His hands dipped into the trousers and stroked the bare fur, his hands sliding more and more towards the hole housed between the Fox's cheeks.

"Shouldn't you get some r--" Joey began, before letting out a sharp gasp. Taro had pressed his finger right up against his tight ring, he pushed a finger inside without much ceremony. Joey wriggled on the spot, feeling a little hot and flushed. The pleasure was nice, but he wondered if now was the best time.

"C'mon, don't tell me you don't wanna fuck on the balcony." Taro muttered into Joey's ear as he began to move the two of them, dragging Joey along and forcing the Fox to walk backwards towards the balcony area. He quickly opened the door and a gust of cold air blew over their slightly sweaty bodies. They stepped out onto the balcony platform, and Taro turned his boyfriend around, bending him over the railing. Joey held on for dear life, glancing down briefly at the massive drop in front of them. He was glad he wasn't afraid of heights.

"I-It's a little cold." Joey complained as he felt the hands delve around his waist, unbuttoning his trousers. They were tugged right down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, getting the impression he should be without them, for the time being.

"It's a shame you haven't got these then." Taro leant over with a chuckle, dangling the trousers off the edge of the balcony. Joey widened his eyes and let out a cry of protest, but it was too late. The Kitsune let go of the pair of pants, and they fell down to the ground below. Joey felt the biting cold wind against his bare legs, but it wasn't over yet. His boxers were tugged down next and slipped over his feet.

"T-Taro, come on, don't chuck my clothes off th-- No!" He couldn't help but laugh, but part of him was mortified, and a little turned on. He was standing, bottomless, on the balcony of the Hotel, with his clothes almost flying away with the wind. Taro began unbuttoning his shirt next, but his slightly tipsy hands were struggling with the buttons. He let out a growl of frustration and tugged the shirt apart, popping the buttons on the front and tossing them overboard.

"J-Jesus Christ!" Joey didn't know what to do now. He quivered in the cold and turned around to face the Kitsune, who was already getting naked. Joey couldn't help but feel massively turned on, being naked in public. His half-hard cock was already springing from his sheath, eagerly twitching in the cold air. Taro stepped out of his trousers and pants and ripped his off shirt off, discarding them all. He scooped them up into a ball and tossed them over the edge.

"See? Now we're both naked." He leant down against the Fox and their sheaths pressed together. The pair of them were half-hard and steadily growing, twitching against one-another. Taro forced his lips down against Joey's own, and he leant him back over the balcony, which instinctively caused Joey to hold onto him rather tightly. Taro was kind, though: he eventually pulled back and flipped the Fox around, pressing up into him from behind.

"You ready to get fucked raw, pet?" Taro's possessive side was coming out already, from the pent-up need he'd been feeling over the past couple of days. Joey felt a shiver crawl up his spine at the word and his lip quivered, unsure what to say. Slowly, he nodded. He knew he needed this: he was pent-up too.

Taro angled himself down and was entering the Fox within mere moments. Joey let out a small groan as a hand went to his back, pushing him down against the railing. Taro thrust his hips back and forth, watching and rail rattle with each pound as he moved his gazed to the tattoo on Joey's back. He traced it with a finger as he humped back and forth, his cock growing to full size within a matter of moments.

"You're mine, my pet. What are you?" He wanted him to say it. He was desperate to. He emphasised the question with a quick, hard thrust, making Joey gasp and moan in surprise.

"Y-Yours, I'm yours." Joey was a little confused about Taro's behaviour, but he didn't question it too much. Part of it was turning him on a little bit, and he moved his hand down to his member, furiously tugging his own knotted cock as Taro thrust hard and fast into him, his knot slapping against the naturally-furred rump with each powerful thrust. The air was filled with the hot, wet sounds of the cock sliding back and forth, coupled with their lewd groans of pleasure.

"Fuck yeah." Taro slurred, lifted up one of Joey's legs and fucking him near-sideways whilst he was bent over, thrusting his hips harder and harder into the spasming, clenching backside. Joey's tongue lolled from his mouth and he closed his eyes, overwhelmed with the sensations. His furiously jerked his member back and forth, listening to the sounds of their grunts and feeling the warm spikes of pleasure shooting up his body.

"N-Not so rough." Joey suggestion, wincing a little bit as Taro began to pound harder and harder, each thrust met with a animalistic snarl. Taro didn't appear to listen, and Joey's tugging slowed, having to use both hands to keep himself steady on the railing. His moans turn into small grunts, scrunching his eyes up with each thrust.

"S-Shit." He muttered to himself, feeling a pressure building up like never before. He found himself cumming hands-free without realising it, his member spurting thick strings of cum that poured from his member with moderate force, splattering across the balcony, with a few strings flying off to the floor far, far below. The sudden orgasm forced his ass to clench down, and that only made Taro hornier.

The Kitsune thrust with little regard for Joey's safety, far too taken up in the pleasure to notice he was doing more harm than good. A thick, guttural grunt escaped his lips as he finally shoved his knot into the Fox's backside, and he locked himself with his lover, his tensing body suddenly relaxing. His knot swelled and pumped thick rops of cum into the Fox's backside as he leant his body down, releasing Joey's legs and curling his arms around the Fox's waist inside. Joey was wincing a little bit still: he knew he'd feel a bit sore after this.

"I love you." Taro mumbled quietly, pressing into him and kissing along his neck. Joey rolled his eyes and sighed, looking down to the ground below. The balcony was situated just above the pool, and he got a good view of his trousers floating in the empty waters.

• -x- -

The funeral came around not the next day, but the day after that, on the Thursday. Since the two of them had discarded their clothes in the pool beneath the balcony, the two had ordered fresh suits for the funeral. Thankfully, they were in the right size, and they were getting dressed to get ready to go.

Taro was in a sour mood, and for more reasons than seemed obvious. For the past couple of days, Joey had appeared distant, perhaps even dismissive of Taro and his advances. Where he would have normally leaped at the chance of some affection, or something lewd, Joey had instead shied away from it, looking visibly uncomfortable. The rejection that Taro felt was beginning to set into his bones, and he was certain that his boyfriend's behaviour wasn't just to do with the situation they were in, or the fact they were in a different country. He got the distinct impression that there was more to it than meet the eye, and he had endeavoured to find out what.

His initial investigation had been to figure out how Joey was feeling about their relationship, but the Fox only seemed to get dismissive, vague, or frustrated whenever Taro asked. So instead, he had taken a different tact, and called Joey's Doctor. He had probably picked a bad time to do it at the time, and he had caught the Doctor as he was sleeping. Nonetheless, the Snake had been kind enough to lend a hand.

After a brief explanation, the Doctor seemed puzzled, explaining that the CD he'd prepared was exactly like their normal treatment, and should make him the same as he always is. When Taro explained that he'd become more distant, the Doctor was even more puzzled, and was unable to pin the reason why. Taro had thanked him for his help, but it had left the Kitsune at a dead end. He didn't need Joey being dismissive, especially when they had a lot of life choices to make that impacted upon them both, depending on what they took. He knew he'd have to talk about it at some point, but part of him wanted to bury his head in the sand.

Admittedly, Joey had no idea why he felt this way, but the thought of being close to Taro had made him feel disgusted, uncomfortable, even sick. He didn't know why: he certainly didn't hate the Kitsune, but he had found himself imaginging females instead of males more and more often in the past couple of days. Perhaps he really was reverting, but part of him didn't want to admit it: he had gotten into something real with Taro, and part of him was scared what the Kitsune might do if he broke his heart.

The two of them dressed separately and met up again in the living room when they were done, looking roughly the same as they did before their lunch session with Taro's parents. They stepped out of the penthouse suite and locked it behind them, heading down to grab their cab through to the church, where the funeral was being held.

Akiko was always a fan of being buried next to her own family, and they had planned to do just that. The church had a graveyard around the back where the rest of her family had been buried, and a number of people were gathering at the place where she would be put to rest. She didn't know very many people, and the crowd was small, but Taro noticed his parents were amongst the people as they joined them. He noticed a few of the boys he'd grown up with as well, whom she'd also cared for. He knew them well enough, but they hadn't spoke recently, as they had had their own lives to attend to. They looked well, however. At least, none of them looked like they were on drugs.

The priest who was putting her to rest spoke in Japanese, so Joey didn't really understand any of it, but he could tell that it touched a number of people. There was a woman opposite him, a young Otter, who was crying into a tissue. Joey assumed she was a relative.

The funeral was short, but there was a post-funeral reception held at a nearby café. The entire place had been rented out for them to use up to 5pm, along with all the food and drink they could want. Taro assumed that was down to his parents, and probably just a stunt to get him on their side. If they made it seem like they cared, he might change his mind. Or, something to that degree.

They all adjourned to the Café as the weather outside took a turn for the worst. The weather picked up from a cold wind into a stready rainy downpour, leaving a murky atmosphere on an already horrible day. Taro did his best to mingle with people around him, spreading his condolences before he finally stopped, taking a seat. Joey had followed him around, more or less trying to offer support until, eventually, they sat together, and he put an arm around the Kitsune. He still felt uncomfortable being close to him, but Taro needed him now more than ever.

His parents were eyeing him across the room, hovering and waiting for the right moment to approach. Joey caught their gaze a number of tries and tried to make it clear that they shouldn't come and see him, in a series of hand gestures and shakes of his head. They didn't seem to get the message, or perhaps chose to ignore it. Barely half an hour after they had sat down, his parents came over. They didn't bother to take a seat.

"Have you thought about our offer?" The mother spoke clearly, but quietly, not wanting to turn the heads of people around the room. People didn't appear to like them anyway. Taro slowly raised his head and got to his feet. Joey tried to stop him, but the Kitsune was already moving.

"So what? You're going to hound over me like vultures until I give you an answer?" Taro quietly asked, trying not to make a scene. "It's just been her fucking funeral, for christ's sake. Can't you lay off for a day?"

"We've laid off for 3 years." The mother reminded quietly, looking up at her son from over her nose, his eyes steely.

"No, you laid off for fucking 18 years. She was more of a mother than you ever were. Go to hell." He shoved past them, shouldering his mother out of the way as he went. Joey quickly tried to follow after him, looking worried as he made his way to the exit. They stepped out into the rain and he dashed across the road, following the brooding Kitsune who was already making his way down the streets which were, shockingly, empty.

"Taro, wait!" Joey called, tried to catch up with him. Taro could move fast when he wanted to. Luckily, the Kitsune stopped, and wheeled to face him. He looked more angry than Joey had ever seen him.

"And you!" He called over the sound of their rainy downpour. "Ever since we got here you've been distant. All I needed was your support and you cant even look at me properly. What the fuck is up with you?!"

Joey stopped in his tracks, stunned by his outburst. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't even explain it himself. Taken off-guard, he stood there, his mouth hanging open. Taro stepped closer and closed the distance between them, almost towering over his boyfriend as he stared down at him. He looked angry, but his eyes showed he was hurt and betrayed.

"Do you even love me?"

The words hit Joey hard, and he didn't even know what to say. The hesitance was clearly enough for the Kitsune and he shook his head, stepping back, covering his eyes for a moment. The Fox spluttered, trying to collect his thoughts.

"I...I don't know if this is even real!" He cried out, gesturing around him. "This. Us. It's all just because of some stupid experiment. I don't even know if it's really how I feel."

"So you're saying I forced you? That I'm a rapist? You could have just said no to the treatment. No to the entire thing!" Taro exclaimed.

"And if I had, we probably wouldn't have been together!" Joey shouted back at him, leaving the words to hang in the air. They didn't know what to say to one-another. The damage had been done. The Kitsune stepped back and turned, walking away from Joey for the first time. The Fox stood there, unable to say what he felt. His head hung low, and he stuffed his hands in the pocket, starting to walk.

Taro stepped, dripping wet, into the presidential suite. He was fuming with anger, grief, fury, and all manner of negative emotions. He stalked over to the mini-bar, picking up one of the bottles. He stared at it, and let out a growl of frustration. The drink was going to kill him. He flung the bottle across the room as it smashed on the opposite wall, the glass tinkling across the floor. The Kitsune put his head in his hands. This was the Hypnotherapy's fault. Or was it? Was he really to blame for how Joey felt? Had he fucked up Joey's life for his own gain?

He felt the sudden weight of guilt piling upon his own grief and anger, and he felt as if he were going to collapse under the pressure. He went across the room into the bedroom and his eyes centred on Joey's walkman. He stepped over to it and sat down on the bed, dampening the covers as he held it gingerly in his hands. He popped the walkman open and stared at the disc. He felt the anger flare again. This was his fault.

He was going to fix it. He grabbed the CD in his hands and twisted them, snapping the disc in two. He stomped across the room and out again, towards the balcony doors. He tugged it open and flung the discs over the edge of the balcony and to the floor below, caring little for who they might hit. He shrugged himself out of his jacket and slumped down onto the couch, not sure what to do. He knew his heart: he loved Joey, with every fibre of his being. It had become more about keeping Joey as his pet and developing him into the perfect boyfriend. Joey was smart, far smarter than him. He didn't want to squander the Fox's dream just because of his own mistakes. He cast his mind back. Akiko would have said something right about now. He had to learn to let him go.

Hours passed, and there was no word. Joey didn't have his phone on him, and Taro was beginning to worry. Just as he was about to call the police, the door clicked and opened. Joey stepped into the room, dripping wet from the rain. He cast his gaze down when he saw Taro and the Kitsune quickly got to his feet, closing the distance between them.

"Fuck, you're freezing." He pressed the back of his hand against Joey's cheek and went over to the cupboard, getting a towel and putting it around him. Joey used it to dry himself, trying to find the right words.

"Taro. I'm leaving." He spoke quietly, and a silence fell throughout the suite. Taro stood there, stunned, and opened his mouth to ask why. Joey predicted it, and continued.

"I...I can't be here, be with you if I'm not true to myself. I don't know if I love you. I don't know if it's the...fucking hypnotism or if it's me. I've been feeling different lately. I've been feeling...uncomfortable around you. I didn't want to admit it, but it's true."

"Joey. Please, don't do it. I love you, we can make this work. I can make it work. I'll give you anything you want." Taro begged, almost getting on his knees. He felt his heart aching, and Joey watched as the Kitsune grasped his hand, holding it firmly in his own. They felt warm, inviting, but Joey felt cold. He pulled his hand from Taro's grip.

"I'm sorry." He stepped away from the Kitsune and went through into the hallway, into his room. Taro stood there, running a hand through his hair. He soon followed after him. He had to fight for him.

"Joey, please, wait." He began, but Joey turned to him, looking irritated. He held up his walkman.

"Where's the CD?" He asked. His layered hypnotism inside him was flaring up. He knew he needed this CD. He knew he couldn't be without it.

"I...I was angry and I...I snapped it in half and threw it off the balcony." Taro admitted quietly.

"You what?!" Joey looked stunned, tossing his walkman to the bed. "I need that CD, Taro! What the hell am I going to do?! It's too late to phone the doctor now."

"I know, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself." Taro put his arms behind his head and he felt the tears bubbling up in his eyes. He shuffled on the spot, trying to figure out the words to say.

"Please. Please, Joey, Please. Don't leave. I'll do anything. Just name it." Taro had crossed the room and he was grasping Joey's hands in his own. He wriggled against the Kitsune, and Taro struggled against him as well. He didn't want to let the Fox go.

Before he realised what he was doing, he was pushing Joey down on the bed. The Fox struggled beneath him, kicking his legs around as the hands forced his own down. They paused there, the pair of them panting.

"You can't say you don't want this. Please." Taro muttered, looking down at the Fox, watching Joey hesitate. Perhaps there was still a chance. The Kitsune slowly brought his knee up, dragging his knee up along Joey's crotch. The Fox shivered submissively beneath the dominance of the Kitsune, and his lips quivered.

"Joey, Please. I...I've never admitted this, but, I need you." Taro mumbled quietly, hanging his head low. Tears dribbled down towards his nose and dripped down onto Joey's chest. The Kitsune took in a deep breath and Joey felt a pang of guilt. He'd never meant to hurt Taro this way. He was just confused. Perhaps that's all it was.

"I...okay." Joey mumbled quietly. "...We can try. But if it doesn't work out...then it doesn't. Okay?"

Taro snapped his head up and his eyes twinkled with utter delight. He pressed his heads forwards and their lips dragged across one-another, before finally, their mouths pressed together. Joey arched his back up against the Kitsune, and they melted into a kiss. Perhaps the passion was one-sided, but it certainly didn't feel that way to Taro. The kiss was electric, rife with lust and hidden desires. Taro needed Joey to know the love was mutual: that he'd give it all for him. And he knew how to do just that.

Taro's hands slowly moved to Joey's trousers, and he felt the Fox tense up, pulling his lips away.

"I-I'm still...a little sore." He muttered, and Taro shook his head, kissing along his neck.

"Trust me." Taro whispered. His hands caressed the Fox's sides, the pair of them pressed against one-another. Their shirts were soaked, damp with rain and sweat. It didn't take long for Taro's hands to unbutton the trousers and dipped a hand inside, slipping the pants down with his other hand as he coaxed Joey's member out from his boxers. His hand stroked along the sheath and Joey's cock was quick to twitch to full hardness, pulsing against Taro's hand. A small groan escaped the Fox's lips.

With his lover sufficiently needy, Taro leant back and grinned down at the Fox, slowly unbuttoning his own jeans. Joey watched awkwardly, his member still slowly growing. Despite the strange uncomfortableness that set in his bones, he couldn't deny he was aroused, just like last night. Taro slipped out of his pants, exposing his pink fur and his half-hard cock, twitching out of his sheath as he stepped back. Now bottomless, he dipped into his suitcase and pulled out Joey's special pink collar, as well as a black leash to accompany it. He also retrieve some lubricant as well.

"What are you?" He asked Joey with a sneaky grin as he stepped closer. Joey sat up a little, resting on the palms of his hands as the collar was clipped around his neck.

"Y...Your pet." He mumbled submissively, watching Taro's gaze as the leash was clipped onto the metal ring on the collar.

"Yes, you are. My pet." He emphasised the fact that Joey was his as he pushed the Fox down onto his back again. Slowly, the Kitsune clambered over the Fox, standing above him, giving Joey a good view of his balls from below. The Fox looked confused, and his eyes widened as Taro began to squat down. At first, he thought that Taro was going to make him lick his balls, but something even more surprising happened.

Taro positioned himself over Joey's crotch, briefly letting go of the leash to apply some lube to his hand, before reaching back and smearing it over Joey's cock. The Fox quivered from the sensation, now pulsing at full hardness, with his knotted member swelled to it's fullest.

"T-Taro, what're y--" He began to speak, but Taro quickly grasped his leash and tugged tightly on it, making him pause. His eyes widened and he clamped his muzzled shut, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks.

"Pets don't speak unless spoken to." Taro grinned. "But...I'll answer you. In the bedroom, you're mine. My pet. But...I love you, Taro. And I want you to know it."

The Kitsune's expression softened briefly, before he teetered himself back, positioning himself on his feet and one of his hands as he used the other to guide Joey's cock up against his ass. He bit his lips as he felt the tapered end of Joey's vulpine member press against his ass, before slowly, he pushed his ass down. In the old days when he used to slut himself around, bottom bitches were in abundance. He'd never had to take a dick, but tonight was the first time. He was giving himself for the one he loved.

Joey let out a small groan of pleasure, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth clenching hard around his member as it slid, deeper and deeper, into Taro's ass. This was an entirely new experience to him, and he was already in love with it. He had to stop himself from thrusting up, but his toes curled in delight.

He felt a sharp tug on the leash, and he was pulled upright. He rested back on a hand as he used the other to stroke Taro's side, looking up at him with a sense of wonder and new-found respect. Taro grinned down at the Fox, but he was wincing, just a little. He managed to take the cock all the way to the base, and he sat there, paused, waiting.

"Now, you have to beg," He mused, tugging the leash a bit to emphasise the mentality. "And make sure to use the right words."

"P-Please. Let me fuck you..." Joey began, and Taro quirked an eyebrow, making Joey blush. "...Master."

"There we go." Taro mused, and he slowly raised himself up, his muscles clamping down on Joey's cock as he slid himself upwards. Joey let out a small gasp of pleasure and gripped Taro's hip, unable to stop himself to pushing Taro down a little as he lowered, a sharp groan of pleasure escaping his mouth.

"You have a hand. Use it, Pet." Taro demanded, wincing a little. He hated to admit it, but this felt nice. He wouldn't do it again, but he could feel Joey's cock poking his prostate as he lowered himself, and his cock was aching for attention. Joey did as he was told, wrapping his free hand around Taro's member as he slowly began to tug his cock, stroking from tip to base, even squeezing the knot a few times. Joey soon began to pant himself, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure deep in his pelvis.

"H-Hnn..." The Fox quivered against the Kitsune and pressed his lips up against Taro's chest, kissing against his shirt as he furiously masturbated the vulpine, stroking his member up and down. The relatively dry stroked soon became wet and sloppy with pre-cum that quickly began to coat the entire cock. Even Taro and groaning, his hips moving up and down rather quickly.

The two were writhing in the throes of passion, and Joey found the pressure becoming too much. He was close, and he knew it, but Taro was closer. His breath quickly became laboured and he closed his eyes, letting out a hot groan as he pressed his ass down as deep as he could. He sat himself on Joey's knot, with the bulbous base pulsing against his tight ring at his cock erupted, shooting thick strings of cum against Joey's chest. The Fox brung his head back and angled the member up, stroking Taro's knot as a few strings spurted into his mouth, which he happily gulped down.

"P-Please, Master, can I...I need to knot you!" Joey begged as best as he could, but Taro shook his head, knewing it would be too much. Joey panted tiredly, cuddling against the Kitsune as he humped his hips and best he could, sliding his hips back a inch or two each time as his knot slapped and batted against the hole. Taro didn't scold him: he let him thrust with abandon as Joey wrapped his arms around the Kitsune, not wanting to let go.

A whimper escaped Joey's throat as he felt his orgasm approaching, and it came in a whirlwind of emotions, but most of all pleasure. He humped his hips up and his body relaxed immediately as he came, spurting thick ropes of cum up into Taro's behind. He shot string after string and pressed himself tight against Taro's chest, sighing in bliss as he emptied his balls into him. It was a wonderful feeling, and one he never wanted to let go of. In that moment, his heart swelled, and he knew what Taro was aiming for. He angled his head up, and the two met in a sweet kiss.

Maybe there was more to this than Joey thought. Giving it a try might be worth it after all.

"I love you, Joey." Taro muttered, and Joey grinned up at him.

"I hope I love you too." He joked, and Taro's eyes softened.

That was enough.

• -x- -

Despite their intentions to give their relationship a shot, it wasn't working out to the best of their intentions. After a difficult and honest conversation, they came to a very real, and very difficult conclusion. Neither of them were going to last very long attempting to do a degree without financial aid. Joey's parents couldn't support the weight of the pair of them, and both of them were worried for the students loans that would mount up after their degree.

They further deliberated on Taro's parents. Joey was honest: as much as Taro hated it, he might just have to suck up his parent's attitude and deal with it, for now. He wouldn't be under their thumb forever, and he'd eventually make a life for himself. Not only that, but the money he'd get as the Hotel owner would be his, and his alone, and not theirs to tamper with. Taro agreed that Joey made a good point, in that regard: whilst they would have control over his work, they wouldn't have control over his personal life. He wasn't a kid anymore.

So, they made the brutal decision to stay in Tokyo, as much as it might not have been what the two of them wanted. In the situation, their hands were metaphorically tied. Sure, they could have tried, but both of them were flawed and shallow in their own regard, and they knew it'd be easier this way. Taro made a point of mentioning that Joey could be hired on as a Graphic Designer for the hotel to get out Advertisements and other projects. Joey was thankful for the aid, but he couldn't be a lead. Not yet. So, instead, Taro suggested appointing him as an intern for the Marketing department. He'd never fire him, so it would be easy, surely. Joey agreed to that: at least he'd be doing what he loved.

It seemed, for a moment, that everything was going well. They dropped out of their degrees and paid off any debts needed, before they settled into their new life. Joey didn't hear from Rhys or Kasem after that, but Alexa reached out and called him, giving her apologies and hoping his move wasn't her fault. He assured her it wasn't, and they left on good terms. Rhys and Kasem, presumably, moved on with their life. Joey didn't want to give Rhys more ammo against him: it was enough to be happy his own life was back on track. He was still none-the-wiser to Rhys's deception with his CD, and no-one but the Wolf would ever know.

The treatment was a different story, and the part where Joey began to show serious signs of degradation. He spent many days without the CD's to keep his treatment going, due to Taro's outburst. Despite his talks with his doctor, Opti Co. were unable to send a CD overseas to keep his treatment going. The Snake voiced his concerns, but it wasn't his call. Unfortunately, no further contact was made, and the two were left in the dark. Joey moved past it, thinking he would be fine.

But he wasn't.

Merely days after stopping the treatment, he began to show changes. He reverted back, slightly, to his old self, to a degree. He became shy, a little awkward, and a bit of an introvert, but his work helped him come out of his shell. The weird feelings he had felt about Taro were beginning to fade now that the fake CD wasn't swaying his opinion, and his love for the Kitsune grew over time, but a far more drastic change had affected him.

Every so often, his midnight trances took place during the day. It was nothing major as first: a random, 10 minute interval where he'd be eager to do anything and everything with his favourite boyfriend. At first, it had been convenient. Handjobs under the table, blowjobs in the bathroom, it was incredible. But the trances began to last longer and longer, and he was beginning not to take no for an answer, to the point where he was trying to undress himself, or his lover, in public, or even beginning to hit it off with others. Taro became jealous, as well as fearful, of his lover. He ended up resorting to the only thing he could: locking him in his room.

Joey was scared, of course: it was not what he was expecting to happen, and he began to question if, one day, he'd be like this forever. What if the trances took so long that they took up an entire day, until he was like that all the time? Luckily, 4 weeks after it happened, they began to hit an optimum. They stopped at 2 hours. It was random, whenever it happened, but at least once a day, for 2 hours, he suddenly became needy. Exceptionally needy.

Taro would have liked for this to happen only at night, but it was a problem. He delved into what he could to try and find a cure, bringing in hypnotists from across the globe to get help for his boyfriend. But it wasn't working, at least, not to the degree he wanted. They finally managed to cement it down, using extensive experimental therapy, to a single 2-hour slot, between 5pm-7pm. That was good enough. Joey had begun to get scared, but not that it had settled, he could move on with live.

Was this the life he wanted? Not necessarily. But was he happy? To a degree, yes. Only time could tell what awaited him and his newfound love.