Hey! Say! JUMP, Domesticated

Title: Domesticated [Chinen/Takaki]
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, sort of furry-ish?
Summary: Chinen is not exactly what Takaki was expecting when he gets delivered. (AU)
AN: Written for Shiritori. Apparently in his drama, Chinen has ears and a tail since he’s a fox spirit or something, and then this was the demand that I got. In case you didn’t know this, you can totally order pet domesticated foxes from a Russian facility. Runs you $8000 or so to have a pet fox with all its shots flown right to your door.

Domesticated

“Basket?” Takaki asks blankly, and the delivery man repeats into the intercom yes, the basket will not quite fit into the tiny elevator of his apartment complex, so he’ll have to come down and retrieve his package himself.

Takaki is out the door like a shot, not even bothering to put his shoes on. It’s been weeks and weeks since he put in his order for his very own Siberian pet fox, all the way from Russia. Sure, it was a lot of money, but they’re smart and affectionate and cool, and Takaki’s never met anybody who had one. What’s the fun of being a hot young idol if you can’t blow your hard-earned money on stuff like an exotic pet? Everybody else has dogs and those are boring.

The delivery guy looks impatient and rather jet-lagged, small wonder. He has a sheaf of papers for Takaki to sign, but when Takaki reaches for them, he pulls them back, out of reach.

“You have to see it first,” he says, like Takaki is a little slow. “Before you sign to say everything is okay. You can’t exactly send back damaged merchandise, you know.”

“Of course, sorry.” Takaki looks down at what does indeed seem to be a very large basket, complete with blue bow. There’s a faint scrabbling noise coming from inside of it, and excitement seizes Takaki suddenly, making his fingers tremble as he reaches down to lift the lid.

He freezes when he gets a good look at what’s inside. Or who.

It’s a young man, or at least it seems to be, aside from the black-tipped furry ears twitching on top of his head, and the bushy orange tail flicking next to his rear. The guy in the basket looks up at Takaki with an expression twice as unimpressed and jet-lagged as the delivery guy.

“I don’t think this is my order,” Takaki manages to say. The guy in the box narrows his eyes, and Takaki swallows hard.

The delivery guy flips over a paper on his clipboard with a roll of his eyes. “Takaki Yuya, right?” Takaki nods. “Ordered a male, all his shots, orange fur, black eyes, right?”

“Y-yes,” Takaki says slowly. The guy in the basket eyes him with those black eyes, orange tail swishing back and forth, but it sure doesn’t look like happy tail-wagging.

“Then I now pronounce you pet and owner. Sign here.” The delivery guy hands over the clipboard and a pen, and Takaki does what he’s told. He can’t quite wrap his mind around what’s happening and the only clear thought he has is that maybe he should check that website address again.

Googling “Russian foxes” can’t possibly have gone wrong, right?

“Out,” the delivery guy orders. The guy in the basket huffs a sigh but climbs awkwardly to his feet, like he’s stiff all over, and then clamors over the edge of the basket.

“Well?” he demands when Takaki just stares at him. Takaki jumps at the sound of his voice.

“You talk?” he asks.

“Of course,” the guy says, ears flicking in annoyance. “I’m not damaged merchandise or something.” His t-shirt is bright red and has the brand logo for a kind of vodka Takaki has at BAD’s house parties sometimes, his jeans slung low enough that his tail can hang out just over top of them. Takaki realizes he’s staring when fox-guy clears his throat. “Are we gonna take the elevator someplace, or do you just like to stand in them?”

“Floor 6,” Takaki answers without thinking, reaching over to push the button. “I’m Takaki Yuya.”

“I know,” fox-guy says coolly. Takaki waits, but no more information is forthcoming.

“What about you?” Takaki prompts. “Don’t I have to name you or something?”

Fox-guy gives him a withering look. “You can call me Chii.”

“That’s your name?” Takaki asks. Chii snorts softly and says that’s what he’s gonna call him.

Chii prowls around the whole apartment twice, checking out the corners and the windows and sniffing things, and Takaki can’t help but “aww” at how adorable that is until Chii shoots a glare over his shoulder. After his second prowl around, Chii decides the couch is safe enough and flops down on it. He curls up in a little ball and is asleep almost instantly. Takaki really wants to pet him, but when he comes too near the couch, Chii’s ears fold back, so he leaves him be.

It takes a few days for Chii to relax and be anything besides skittish and grumpy. He’s kind of a picky eater, but tonight’s offering of tonkatsu seemed to go over well enough. Takaki is sitting on one end of the couch, flipping through TV channels, when Chii pads over to the couch and sits on the opposite end. Out of the corner of his eye, Takaki sees him edge a little closer, a little closer, but he waits patiently.

His patience is rewarded by Chii flopping on his side suddenly, head in Takaki’s lap.

“Pet me,” he demands. Takaki puts a hand on top of Chii’s head, and when he doesn’t move away, Takaki strokes those tempting ears like he’s been dying to for days. The fur on them is so soft, so warm. Chii’s eyes flutter shut, and Takaki just keeps touching them over and over, no idea what he’s even watching on the TV.

After that Chii warms up to him little by little, and Takaki is happy to see progress nearly every day. He’s still terrified of the shower and the hair dryer and laughs in Takaki’s face when Takaki suggests he be trained to get the mail, but he does seek attention from Takaki more frequently, and even lets Takaki brush his fur until it’s glossy.

He’s taken to sleeping on the end of Takaki’s bed, which Takaki loves because the way his feet kick a little in his sleep is adorable. A few weeks later, Takaki falls asleep in bed reading a book, and when he wakes up, Chii is looming over him on hands and knees, just watching him.

“Eh?” Takaki asks, foggy from sleep.

“You don’t exercise me enough,” Chii says, knocking the book off of Takaki’s chest with a swipe of his hand. He’s kissing Takaki in the next second, making Takaki’s eyes go wide.

Chii’s clothes are already gone, Takaki discovers when his hands touch the bare skin of Chii’s back, and Chii doesn’t waste any time pulling Takaki’s shirt over his head and tossing it aside, sitting up long enough to yank the blanket out from between them. Chii’s skin is surprisingly warm everywhere Takaki touches, and he arches when Takaki runs fingers down his spine and across his tail.

Maybe this isn’t the sort of pet he signed up for, but Takaki forgets all that when Chii strokes his cock with those clever hands, when he slides his own hands down under that gorgeous tail to discover that Chii was having some fun of his own before he woke Takaki up.

“Damn,” he curses softly when he slide one finger all the way in with no resistance, barely any resistance when he pushes a second one in too.

“You’re slow,” Chii accuses. He’s got his hands planted on Takaki’s chest, kneading a little as he pushes back onto Takaki’s fingers. “Hurry up!”

Takaki doesn’t try to stop him as he pushes up to his knees and sinks back down onto Takaki’s cock. Chii hisses a little but doesn’t stop, rocking back and forth with a furrowed expression like he’s trying to figure out the best spot, the best motion. Takaki just concentrates on not coming early, but he knows Chii’s got it when his ears flick forward. His tail is swishing back and forth over the tops of Takaki’s thighs, making Takaki groan softly from the tickle on top of the rest of the stimulation.

“Yeah, like that,” Takaki encourages, hands on Chii’s ass, helping urge him up and down. “Good boy.” Chii wraps a hand around himself to jack himself off, and Takaki’s eyes are glued to the sight, the tip of Chii’s cock slick with precome as it slides though the tight funnel of his fingers. Chii’s noises rise steadily in pitch until he finally spills himself across Takaki’s stomach and shudders himself out.

“Aren’t you done yet?” he grumbles when Takaki starts to thrust to take the place of Chii’s motion. He’s relaxed under Takaki’s hands, though, and his ears are fanned out cutely. He brings one hand up to casually lick the back of it, and Takaki loses it.

“You’re the cutest pet,” Takaki tells him adoration when Chii is flopped against his side a few minutes later. Takaki is rubbing Chii’s ears between his fingers, marveling as always at how soft they are. “Chii-chan is the best.”

“It’s Yuri,” Chii says, so quiet that Takaki barely hears him. He pauses in his petting, and Chii grumbles again. “My name, stupid owner. It’s Yuri.”

Delighted, Takaki buries his face in Chii’s hair to hide his grin. “Yuri.” He strokes fingers down Chii’s spine, all the way down to his tail, feeling the way it’s swishing slowly under his hand. “Yuri is the best pet.”

Chii yawns and stretches, one ear flicking lazily. “And don’t you forget it.”