Title: 100% Genuine
Authors: Mandy/clarityhiding & Belinda/belle_bing
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,740
Summary: "Greetings, Jon Walker, and thank you for your order of a fully-functional, 100% genuine, artificially intelligent, semi-organic, robotic cat boy."
Disclaimer: None of this is true, or real. Catty Might Industries is the creation of Mandy's head though she'd kind of like to think that, were Pete to start a company for making cat boys and girls, he would name it something like that. The idea of Panic as cat boys is totally B's fault. REALLY. Honest.
One of these days, I'm going to co-author a fic with someone and it's not going to just be me writing a intro section and then editing RP chats into some story-like form. Today is not that day. Many thanks to okubyo_kitsune for beta-reading this and putting up my random, inane questions. What do these cat boys look like? Well, our thought was that they're something like this. Or, y'know, this.
It starts when Jon spots an advert for robot cats in the paper and orders one for Brendon. Well. That's perhaps not entirely true. It actually starts when Brendon starts showing up at their weekly lunch meetings looking worn out, practically dead on his feet. Through careful application of friendly pressure and blackmail, it comes out that he's broken up with his most recent girlfriend. This doesn't come as a huge surprise to Jon, who well remembers from college Brendon's tendency to snuggle to anyone willing to put up with it at night, if allowed. Of course, turning into a restless sleeper every time a significant other gets scared off by his unique brand of enthusiasm isn't doing Brendon any good. Jon initially thinks about buying Brendon a dog, but immediately discards the idea when he remembers that Brendon's building doesn't allow pets.
Honestly, the robot cat advert seems like a dream come true. Cats don't require as much maintenance as dogs, are lovable enough to allow late night snuggling, and an robotic one is an easy way to work around that pesky, "No pets," rule. A robot cat isn't really a pet so much as it is an accessory, after all. Jon fills out the form, writes a check, mails them in, and forgets about the whole thing.
Somehow, he never thought that trying to be a good friend would lead to this. Jon stares down into the crate. The boy inside stares up. One of the boy's large, tawny-brown ears twitches, and he blinks up at Jon with bright blue eyes. "...I don't suppose you could repeat that?" Jon asks weakly, clutching at the wall.
The boy gives him a look that makes it clear that his opinion of Jon is sinking fast, rolls his eyes, and sighs. "Greetings, Jon Walker, and thank you for your order of a fully-functional, 100% genuine, artificially intelligent, semi-organic, robotic cat boy. We hope you find your purchase to be satisfactory and that you will consider Catty Might Industries for all your robot needs in the future."
"I didn't order you."
"Well, someone did," the boy says grumpily. He fishes around in the packing material that surrounds him and pulls out a sheaf of papers. "Here's my paperwork. You can sort it out, I'm getting the fuck out of this crate already, it's killing my ass and I've got a kink in my tail." Standing, he steps out of the crate and strides off across the living room and into the hall, walking for all the world like he owns the place.
Jon supposes he should do something to stop him, but it's really hard to remember to do stuff like that when you're confronted with a very attractive, very naked cat boy. He counts himself lucky when he thinks to close his mouth again before a full minute's passed. Once he does, he means to go after the boy, but then he recalls the paperwork he's still clutching like a lifeline and gets distracted skimming that instead.
It seems the name on the credit card that was used to pay for order with Catty Might Industries is that of one Brendon Urie. Remembering the freak-out Brendon had a month or two back when he received an unexpected cat boy named "Ryan" in the mail, Jon groans. Clearly, Brendon still hasn't forgiven him for not fully realizing all that the quotation marks entailed when the order form proclaimed, "Be the first in your neighborhood to have your very own robotic cat 'companion'!"
When he finally goes after the cat boy, Jon finds him lounging on the bed and, yes, still just as naked as Jon remembers. "So, uh. You're a cat boy."
"That's what it says on the box," the cat boy agrees. "But you can call me Spencer, master," he purrs, voice dropping several octaves as his eyelids lower to half-mast. Jon makes a rather embarrassing squeaking noise and flees the room.
For the next three weeks, Jon finds he has been exiled from his own bedroom. Every time he goes in, Spencer's lying on the bed, tail idly twitching. No matter how many times Jon lays out shirts, hoodies, pajamas, Spencer persists in remaining butt-naked. Jon's tried to talk to him, to explain that he really isn't interested in the obvious invitation Spencer's naked body offers (a complete lie, but Jon would like to believe he's above taking advantage of random, strange, cat boys), but his tongue always feels thick and heavy around Spencer, and more often than not, Jon forgets how to speak. Spencer, of course, hasn't been much help. He seems to spend his days lying about, demanding that Jon bring him, "tasty, delicious fish," in an imperious manner.
Jon really doesn't understand why Brendon got him a cat boy. The only possible explanation he can think of is revenge.
For his part, Spencer can't for the life of him figure out what he's doing wrong. As soon as he could, he moved from the crate to the bedroom, and you would think that would be enough for Jon Walker to get a clue and realize that "cat boy" basically translates to "glorified sex toy" when translated into normal person speak. Apparently, Jon Walker does not understand normal person speak, aside from Spencer's occasional demands for tasty fish.
Spencer tries to pretend that he is the most lazy and particular cat boy ever, because that is how cat boys are supposed to be. Never mind that Spencer secretly enjoys doing things like balancing Jon Walker's checkbook when Jon Walker is not home. It's just. It's there. And no one is doing it. But cat boys do not do things like that, so he has to be stealthy about it so that Jon Walker does not figure it out and think that Spencer is a defective cat boy. If Jon Walker thought that, Spencer might get returned, and that would mean having his hard drive reformatted and his memory wiped, and then he wouldn't be him anymore.
Three weeks pass and still, nothing happens. Though he is loath to admit it, Spencer thinks that perhaps, he may have to take a more forward course of action. He isn't supposed to have to do that, but it really does look like he has no choice, as Jon Walker doesn't seem to have any interest in him. Maybe. Maybe Jon Walker only likes cat girls and doesn't like cat boys at all, Spencer worries. He knows some humans are like that, and it would certainly explain why he won't even get in the bed with Spencer.
If this is the case, the only possible solution that doesn't consist of Spencer being shipped back to the factory involves him doing some of the things that cat girls typically do. He cleans the apartment, then borrows a frilly pink apron from his friend, Ryan, and makes dinner. Spencer does not want to get dirty while cooking. Naked all the time is one thing, dirty is something completely different.
When Jon Walker comes home, Spencer has dinner on the table and is kneeling very patiently next to Jon Walker's chair with his hands folded neatly in his lap. He is still wearing the apron, because it helps hide that he is not a cat girl. Only his tail is moving, and it is flicking back and forth violently, because behaving like this goes against all of Spencer's instincts.
Jon Walker does not say anything for nearly a minute. Long enough that Spencer swallows and begins to worry that maybe he did the wrong thing. Then— "Spence?" Jon Walker sounds surprised, and Spencer swallows again, because he can't work out if it is a good surprise or a bad surprise.
"I have made you dinner, master. I hope it pleases you," he mumbles, trying to not sound sulky or scared, though he's feeling a bit of both.
"Um, you're not going to join me?"
"I am not hungry, master." This is a lie. Spencer has been so busy all day that he has had no time to eat – it is very difficult, trying to be a cat girl! His tummy rumbles a little, and he glares down at it, reminding it that he is only semi-organic, and he does not really need food.
"I don't like to eat alone," Jon Walker says, and Spencer can hear the frown in his voice when he talks.
Shifting uncomfortably, Spencer tries not to panic. He doesn't know what to make of this announcement – should he offer to fetch a human to eat with Jon Walker? Or does he, Spencer, eat with him? Spencer doesn't think cat girls eat at tables, though. "Y-you could feed me. Master," Spencer suggests, his tail switching violently. He hopes that is okay.
"You don't eat by yourself?"
"Not when you are eating, master. It would not be proper."
"Even if I say that is what I want?"
"A-are you sure?" Spencer has heard that sometimes humans tell cat boys and girls to do things the humans actually don't want done, just so they can return the cat boy or girl for misbehaving. Or worse, so they can hurt them. Humans are scary.
"I would very much like it if you sat at the table and ate with me," Jon Walker says. "Please."
"Alright." Secretly, Spencer is very glad that Jon Walker has insisted on this, though mostly because his knees have started to hurt. He scrambles up into the chair next to Jon Walker and tries to keep his expression properly sweet and obedient. It is hard to do when he wants to grin like a fool because he is breaking rules and eating at a table. (It is awesome!)
Jon Walker looks at all the food on the table, then at Spencer, smiling. "Help yourself."
There is only one place setting at the table, the one where Jon Walker is sitting, but that is fine. Spencer does not need any of that, as cat boys are cats, and cats do not use such things because they are wild hunters. Spencer attacks a vicious piece of ravioli and scarfs it down. The ravioli is good, and Spencer graciously ignores Jon Walker when he laughs, instead choosing to stalk another piece of ravioli and gobble it up.
"This is really good," Jon Walker says a few minutes later, sounding happily surprised.
Flushing slightly, Spencer stops eating and swallows. "Thank you," he says shyly. This is the first time Jon Walker has praised him, and it feels very good. His joy doesn't last for long, however; does this mean that Jon Walker actually wants a cat girl instead of a cat boy? Maybe he will still be returned. Spencer's stomach sinks, and he no longer feels hungry. It does not matter if he eats if Jon Walker is going to return him anyway.
After a little while, Jon Walker looks up. "What's wrong?" he asks. "You okay?"
Spencer nods furiously. "Full."
"But you only had two pieces."
"Three. Full." Spencer can be very stubborn when he wants to be.
"Three can't be very filling, you should eat some more. You did a very good job," Jon Walker insists, frowning.
Jon Walker is starting to sound annoyed, so Spencer swallows uncomfortably and resumes eating. Killing ravioli is no fun now, but he does not want Jon Walker to think he is defective, so eat he must.
When Jon Walker finishes, he gets up and collects his plates. Then he skritches Spencer behind the ears. "Thank you."
After not being touched for so long, Spencer whimpers and presses into the touch, purring happily. He is finally getting skritches like a good cat boy. The skritches continue, and Spencer purrs louder, leaning into Jon Walker and rubbing against him. So good. Spencer is so happy he turns his head and licks Jon Walker's fingers and hand and wrist.
Suddenly, the skritches stop. Spencer doesn't notice right away, he is too happy and too busy licking. When he does notice, he is so surprised that he stops in the middle of a lick, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out slightly where he's forgotten it. He can hear Jon Walker's heart beating very fast, and he tilts his head to the side, watching him.
"Sp-Spencer, you don't have to," Jon Walker stutters.
Spencer stares at him, confused. Does Jon Walker not understand that happy cat boys are like happy cats – they purr and lick to show that they are happy? Maybe... he is not supposed to show when he is happy? He pulls back in on himself, trying to make himself very small and cute like a cat girl. "Sorry, master," he says softly.
"Hey, no. It's okay," Jon Walker says, patting Spencer's head again.
This is all very confusing. Spencer gulps and glances nervously up at Jon Walker. "Master... Do you not like me?"
Jon Walker furrows his eyebrows. "I like you a lot."
"D-do you." Spencer stops, swallows, and tries again, not looking at Jon Walker. "Do you wish I was a cat girl? Y-you are allowed to return me if I do not satisfy you." He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his fists in his lap. If he is a bad cat boy, so be it. Jon Walker gives good skritches, he deserves to have what he wants.
"Is that what the apron is about?"
Spencer nods his head, refusing to open his eyes or look at Jon Walker. He is going to be returned, he knows it. He wishes he had a chance to say goodbye to Ryan first. He thinks Ryan might be his best friend.
Jon Walker sighs, then squeezes Spencer's shoulder. "Brendon would not have ordered me a cat boy over a cat girl if I wanted a cat girl."
The tension drains out of Spencer and he relaxes. Jon Walker does not want a cat girl. He likes Spencer. Only... Spencer twists around, frowning. "Then why do you not allow me to make you happy?" Jon Walker shifts awkwardly, but does not reply. "Master?" Spencer presses.
"Spence, you're programmed to please me."
"Pleasing our masters and mistresses is a basic part of our programming, yes." Spencer does not see how this is a problem.
"I don't want you to do it because you have to. I want you to do it because you want to."
"I want to!" It's not a lie – Spencer does not want to be returned, and he will be returned if he does not please Jon Walker.
"Do you even know the difference?"
Spencer worries his lip between his teeth. "...Ryan likes pleasing his master. He says it is fun and it makes him happy." Ryan is Spencer's idol.
"You're not Ryan."
"I will not know if it is fun and makes me happy unless you let me try."
"Okay," Jon Walker says. "What do you want to do?"
"I could suck you off. Would you like that?" Ryan has told Spencer that his master really likes it when he does that. This suggestion, however, is not received the way Spencer hoped it would be – Jon Walker drops the plates he's carrying, and they break on the floor. Spencer scrambles out of the chair and immediately starts clearing up the mess. He tries to focus on cleaning and not on how much trouble he's going to be in for surprising Jon Walker so badly.
"Spencer," Jon Walker says weakly, "stop."
"...master?" Spencer stops, cautiously glancing upwards.
"Come here."
Carefully standing so he does not cut his feet up, Spencer goes to him. When he gets there, Jon Walker ducks his head, placing his hands gently on Spencer's hips. He licks over his lips a little, then kisses Spencer. After a moment's surprise, Spencer eagerly kisses back – he knows how kissing works, he can totally do this. Only then, Jon Walker pulls away, frowning. "Did I do it wrong?" Spencer asks nervously. He's never kissed anyone before, it's entirely possible that he did it completely wrong.
But no, Jon Walker shakes his head. "You were good. Really good," he says. Spencer starts to preen – he totally has newer, better programming than Ryan – but his elation doesn't last very long, because then Jon Walker asks, "But you didn't feel anything, did you?"
"What do you mean? It was very wet. And hot. You taste like tomato sauce." Spencer tries not to giggle, but it is hard, and he maybe isn't entirely successful.
At this, Jon Walker nods, face impassive. "Yeah, you didn't." He curls his fists at his sides. "I won't send you back. I just don't want to be pleased, okay?"
Spencer's face falls. Jon Walker is not pleased with him. What is the point in having newer programming than Ryan if Jon Walker is not pleased with him? Swallowing, Spencer stoops and resumes cleaning up the broken plates. "I'm defective, aren't I," he says softly.
"No, you're a good cat boy. I'm a defective human."
"Humans aren't defective. They don't have to depend on programming," Spencer snaps, storming off into the kitchen to throw away the broken dishes and wash the pots and pans
Unfortunately, Jon Walker follows and says, "When I kissed you, I felt warmth and affection for you. But you didn't, because you're not programmed to. It's not your fault."
"I'm defective," Spencer says tightly, carefully washing pots and pans. He is going to put on clothes as soon as he finishes this, because Jon Walker has made it clear that he does not want Spencer like that. Best to cover up and stop showing Jon Walker the disgusting cat boy he doesn't want.
"You're not defective, Spencer, will you just listen?"
"No, I am. You don't. I have a factory defect I haven't told you about. I thought it wouldn't matter as long as I could perform correctly, but I can't, so it clearly does matter." And fuck, Spencer shouldn't be saying this, shouldn't be admitting this. He'll be sent back, and Pete will wipe his hard drive, and he won't be him anymore and. And. And Jon Walker deserves the truth.
"What is your factory defect?" Jon Walker asks, rolling his eyes.
"I like. I like to fix things. Organize them. And I like numbers." Both are very shameful defects, Spencer knows. Proper cat boys do not enjoy doing things like that.
"Numbers?"
"Math. I like to do math," Spencer grits out, squeezing his eyes shut.
"You like to do math?" Jon Walker stares at him, obviously surprised by the freak he has in his home. Spencer nods sharply, not wanting to dwell on it. But. "Really?" Jon Walker laughs. "I hate math. I am so bad at it."
"I know, your checkbook's a mess," Spencer says before he can stop himself.
"You've looked at it?"
"I've been balancing it when you're out during the day," Spencer mutters, refusing to meet Jon Walker's eyes.
"You can do it properly, right?"
Spencer gives him a scornful look. He is a very fancy computer – of course he can do it properly. "Yes." He bites his lip and stares down at the pots in the sink. "I won't do it anymore. Sorry."
"Why not?" Jon Walker asks. "Shit, that'd make life so much easier for me. It's all well and good that people want me to take photos for them, but I have fuck-all business sense."
Spencer glances at Jon Walker, confused. "I'm not supposed to, though."
"According to who? Do you have another, um, master, who is not me?"
"No, of course not. But it's not in my protocol."
Jon Walker tilts his head to the side. "How can you still do it if you're not programmed to?"
"Glitch in my programming. I told you – I'm defective."
"But I want you to do that. Isn't your primary program to please me?"
"...you don't mind? I'm defective, you should– you should return me." It hurts to admit it, but he should. He has to. Spencer wants to be truthful with Jon Walker.
"Doing my accounts would please me. So it's not as if you're violating your programming."
"Alright." Spencer turns back to his washing, feeling gloomy. Jon Walker likes him because he can cook and he can do math, but not for any of the reasons that humans are supposed to like cat boys. As a cat boy, Spencer is a failure.
Spencer is so focused on washing and feeling gloomy that he does not notice Jon Walker leaning in until suddenly, he is being skritched gently behind the ears. It feels wonderful, and Spencer shivers and relaxes, his eyelids immediately drooping down.
The hand drops away. "Thanks, Spence."
"It's nothing," Spencer mumbles, trying not to blush.
Jon Walker shakes his head. "It really helps."
"It is my duty to please you, master," Spencer reminds him.
"I'll only be pleased if you're happy too."
"I like math," Spencer says quietly. "I don't mind."
"Good," Jon Walker smiles. "Only do what makes you happy."
Spencer knows that this actually means he should only do things that Jon Walker approves of that make Spencer happy. He finishes the dishes and goes to change into the clothes that Jon Walker keeps pushing at him. Tugging on a hoodie, he curls his tail around his waist and hides it underneath. The hood he pulls up so it hides his ears. This way, Jon Walker will not think of him as a cat boy, since it is clear that Jon Walker does not want Spencer for any cat boy things.
After putting on clothes, Spencer stops trying to seduce Jon Walker. He moves from the bed to the couch and bundles up in the bulkiest, baggiest clothes he can find in the apartment, carefully arranging them so that they hide his feline features. He tries to act like a normal boy, but sometimes it is very hard. Like when there is a moth in the room. Or the few times that Jon Walker wears tennis shoes and there are shoelaces. Or, sometimes there are birds outside, taunting him. Birds.
Spencer sits at the window, staring outside. Birds. He has a look of deep concentration on his face as he watches birds. He salivates just thinking about all those yummy, tasty birds. Sighing, Spencer presses his nose to the window, staring at the bird. It is taunting him, totally taunting him. It knows that Jon Walker is home and thus Spencer must stay inside in case Jon Walker wants something from him. Evil bird.
Somewhere behind him, someone clears their throat. "Is there something you want, master?" Spencer asks, not looking away from the window.
"Yes," Jon Walker says, sounding slightly surprised at himself. "I know I said I wouldn't send you back, but do you want to leave?"
Spencer pulls far enough away from the window to shake his head. "No, I like it here. I don't want to be reformatted."
"Oh. Then why are you always so sad? I thought you might hate it here or something."
"I'm not sad." Stupid, taunting bird.
"Then why are you staring out the window like that?"
"...there's a bird. It is taunting me with its deliciousness."
"A bird?"
"A fluttery, twittery bird. It is all fat and juicy and it is just there, flitting around in front of the window." Oh god, Spencer wants it so much.
"I don't understand. You want to chase a bird?"
"I want to eat it. It would be crunchy and delicious."
"Then go outside and get it?"
"Have to stay here in case you want me." Spencer sighs. He could totally catch that bird, he is a deadly predator.
Jon Walker pulls a disbelieving face, then shrugs. "Dude, I'm good. I was taking care of myself long before you got here. Go chase the bird."
"Can. Can you make that an order? My programming says I have to stay unless you order me not to," Spencer says in a small voice. He wants to go outside and catch that bird, but he literally can't unless Jon Walker says it is okay.
This seems a little confusing to Jon Walker, but he shrugs and says, "I order you to go and chase birds outside." Spencer beams at Jon Walker and bounces to his feet. He hugs Jon tight before zipping outside to catch that delectably yummy bird.
Once outside, Spencer has his claws out in a flash, and he's quickly scrambling up the tree. His tail has broken free of its hiding place under the hoodie, but Spencer doesn't care – he is totally going to get that bird, he is sure of it. The branch the bird is on is much thinner than it looked to be from the window, and it sways precariously. Spencer is not small and light like a real cat.
From the ground, Jon Walker yells out, "Dude, Spence! Be careful!" and Spencer, who is clinging to the branch with claws and pure willpower alone, swiping out, trying to get the bird, is distracted.
"Wha—" he starts to ask, but the bird flies off and then the branch snaps and Spencer is falling—
Spencer twists in midair and lands on the ground feet-first in a crouch, visibly shaken up. A glance up confirms that yes, the bird is gone, and his face falls, disappointment obvious. "...it got away."
"Woah, Spence," Jon says, rushing forward to run his hands over Spencer. "You okay?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" Spencer frowns. He is primarily composed of metals and plastics, and is very sturdy. Was Jon Walker worried about him?
"Because you just fell out of a tree."
"I'm a cat."
"Well," Jon says. "You're a person, too."
"I'm a semi-organic robot. I'm not a person."
"Okay, you're a semi-organic robot. Way bigger and heavier than a cat."
Spencer sighs and deflates. "That is not fair. I could have caught it if I was smaller."
"I could make you chicken, for dinner."
"I'm a good hunter," Spencer insists. For some reason, he feels it essential that Jon understand this.
"Okay," Jon says.
"If it was on the ground, I would have caught it."
Jon Walker strokes Spencer's arms with his hands. "Next time, I bet you'll catch it."
Spencer smiles happily at Jon – he knew Jon Walker would understand. "I'll catch one for you too!" he promises, because scrumptious birds should be shared.
"What do I do with it?"
"You eat it," Spencer says slowly. Humans are kind of dim sometimes.
"Oh. Um." Jon bites his lip. "Humans only eat cooked birds."
"They're really good raw, though! Except for the feathers. They tickle when you swallow."
Jon laughs and skritches Spencer behind the ears. "I might pass on that one, though," he says.
"Your loss," Spencer says very seriously. Or, rather, as seriously as he can while a purr builds in the back of his throat.
Jon smiles. "Thanks anyway."
"Are we going inside now?" Spencer asks as he automatically pushes into Jon's fingers, trying to increase the friction. "The bird is gone."
"If you want, I was just taking some photos."
"Like you do for work? May I see?"
"Sure," Jon says, dropping his hand and hopping up off the ground. "My camera's on the porch." Since it is important to show interest in what his owner does, Spencer follows Jon to the porch. When Jon hands him the camera, Spencer takes it with the utmost solemnity.
Spencer sits down on the steps at the front of the apartment building and starts flipping through the pictures in Jon Walker's camera. After a little while, he notices a trend to them, and he glances up at Jon, surprised. "You take pictures of me?"
Though he ducks his head, Jon is not fast enough to hide the flush on his cheeks. How odd, Spencer thinks. "You're good to take photos of," Jon mumbles.
"I don't do much of anything, though," Spencer insists. Mostly, he sits around and looks out the windows of the apartment, trying to keep out of Jon Walker's way. Sometimes he goes out and walks the six blocks to see Ryan in the middle of the day when both their masters are working, but unless Ryan has told his master, and Ryan's master has told Spencer's, Jon Walker does not know about that.
Jon shrugs. "You do enough."
"Why am I good to take photos of?" Spencer asks, frowning as he tries to understand this. Instead of replying, Jon Walker just shrugs again. "Master?"
Whatever response Spencer is expecting, it is certainly not the one Jon gives. "You're very attractive," he mumbles, and Spencer's mouth forms an O of surprise.
"You think so?" The look Spencer gives Jon is one of absolute incredulity. Since Jon Walker has made it clear he doesn't wish to have sex with Spencer, Spencer had assumed he wasn't the least bit attractive.
"Yes. Very nice."
Perhaps Jon Walker does not want to have sex with him because Spencer has faulty programming. He cannot even kiss properly. "Thank you," he says softly, handing the camera back.
"Welcome," Jon says, smiling. Spencer wonders why it hurts a little, sometimes, to see Jon Walker smile. "Want to see the other photos I've taken of you?"
"You have other ones?"
"Inside, in my work room."
Pushing away his worries, Spencer stands and smiles. "I would like that." He has decided that he likes seeing photographs of himself, since they mean that Jon Walker is watching him.
Jon smiles back. He holds out his hand and Spencer takes it. Together, they go back inside.
Around the apartment, Spencer tries to stay out of Jon Walker's way once Jon has made it clear that he does not want Spencer for anything other than household chores and math. This is, however, made more difficult by the fact that Jon comes to him all of the time, asking if Spencer wants to do stuff. The constant questioning makes Spencer nervous – what if Jon's fishing about, looking for a reason to return him? He thinks maybe he shouldn't have admitted to having a defect.
One day, Jon Walker comes over and announces that he has just made some popcorn. "I was going to watch a movie. Would you like to join me?" Spencer frets that maybe he is not supposed to want to watch a movie, but Jon smiles that easy smile of his, the one that always makes Spencer forget his worries. "I think you might enjoy it."
"...I have never seen a movie," Spencer admits. Movies were not something there were a lot of in Pete's basement, after all.
Jon's face lights up. "This one is really cool," he says enthusiastically. "It's set in space!"
"There's no air in space, though. Humans and animals need air." Something occurs to Spencer, and his eyes brighten with excitement. "Is it about robots?" Cat boys and girls do not need as much air as humans and animals, Spencer knows. Pete explained it to him once that it's a specially designed feature, one that was added to ensure that cat boys and girls would be particularly good at performing oral sex.
"There are robots in it, yes."
For Spencer, this is very thrilling news indeed – he was not aware that robots got to be in movies just like people. "Robots like me?"
Jon smiles. "Well, yes and no. The robots in this movie are not cat boys. They're called droids."
"Oh. Is that a different model?"
"They're... robots without skin and muscle over the top."
"Huh." Spencer curls up next on the couch, intent on watching these odd, odd robots. Jon puts the DVD in, then scrambles to the couch, flopping down next to Spencer and turning to give him an brilliant smile. Spencer bites his lip, a little nervous still, but Jon's grin is infectious, and Spencer smiles tentatively back.
Jon opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but it takes him a moment, and Spencer finds himself staring at Jon's open mouth. For some reason, his mind goes back to the one kiss they shared over two months ago, and Spencer flushes slightly, nearly missing it when Jon asks, "Can I skritch your ears?"
Surprised, Spencer's train of thought derails, and he blinks at Jon. "Of course you may. You don't have to ask about stuff like that." As his owner, Jon is allowed to do whatever he likes with Spencer, after all. Even if it means delegating him to do tasks Spencer was never designed to do, like math and cooking.
Ducking his head, Jon shrugs. "I just thought, you know. I wanted to make sure you're okay with me touching you."
"I like it when you skritch my ears. It feels very good," Spencer patiently explains.
"But you hide them away all the time."
Now it is Spencer's turn to duck his head. "I'm not very good at being a cat boy. I don't. I'm pretending I'm a human boy," he admits quietly.
Jon reaches out to push the hood off Spencer's head. "Well that's lame. I like Spencer the cat boy, and I'm your master, so." He pauses, and when Spencer glances up, curious, Jon looks a little awkward, which is odd. "Also, skritches. And... And nuzzles. That will help with being a good cat boy." Spencer balls his hands into fists so he won't give into the sudden temptation to reach out and touch Jon Walker's cheeks, just to see if they are as warm as they look, all bright pink like that.
"...you want to nuzzle me?" Spencer thinks that is a very odd thing for a master to ask for.
"Or you can nuzzle me too," Jon says, looking straight at the television.
"Really?" Spencer's heart leaps and a grin breaks out across his face – Jon Walker has apparently decided to allow Spencer to do cat boy things, despite being faulty and defective. Thrilled with the prospect of this, Spencer snuggles up to Jon and lays his head in Jon's lap. He presses his nose into Jon's hands, nuzzling. "Thank you, master."
Jon laughs, and he smiles down. "You don't need my permission to do it, okay?"
"But you said you didn't want me to do touching things," Spencer reminds him, and he regrets saying it almost immediately.
Shrugging, Jon reaches down and starts combing his fingers through Spencer's hair. It feels very nice. "I changed my mind, I guess."
"Skritches?" Spencer asks hopefully, and nearly melts when Jon starts skritching him behind the ears. A happy purr starts to build in the back of his throat.
He tries to keep his attention focussed on the movie, which has a lot of shooting and explosions, but Jon is very good at giving skritches, and Spencer's purring grows louder and louder as time passes. Feeling relaxed and content, Spencer stretches out further and further. Stretches out so far that his tail works free of the hoodie he has on and a sliver of his bare tummy peeks out at the bottom, just below the hem. "Those are very odd looking robots," he says after a time. "Look at all the exposed wiring! Are they prototype models?"
"I think they were just normal robots," Jon says, fingers working around the base of Spencer's ear.
"Why can't the one shaped like a trash can talk?"
"Doesn't have a vocal box? I don't think he was designed to communicate with humans."
"Stupid," Spencer pronounces. "I talk with words when I communicate with Ryan, I never use beeps. If I beeped at him, he'd think I was broken." Maybe the trash can robot is broken. Hm.
Jon snickers. "You also don't look like a trash can."
"Of course not. I'm clearly a newer model," Spencer says proudly.
"There were cat boys that looked like trash cans?"
"They were a lot smaller, and they had little ears on top. It took Pete a few tries to get it right," Spencer explains, remembering the little, smooth, pink and blue things that used to whizz around Pete's workbench back at the factory. They had eyes that lit up, and couldn't form complex sentences, but were always very sweet.
When the droids are picked up by the weird little things in the cloaks, Spencer's eyes go wide and he gasps. "...that's stealing. Those robots do not belong to those... whatever they are. They cannot take them. That's wrong." He shivers – he hopes he never gets stolen from Jon.
Jon rubs his thumb reassuringly behind Spencer's ear. "Just a movie, Spence."
"I do not want to be stolen. I like it here," Spencer whimpers.
"I won't let anyone steal you, promise," Jon says, and Spencer relaxes once more. "Also, I bet you're a really good fighter, anyway."
Spencer nods, because this is quite true. "My claws and teeth are very sharp."
"So I don't think people will take you away."
"Better not. I do not belong to them."
"Yeah," Jon says, sounding a little choked. "You're mine."
"Yes," Spencer agrees happily, turning his head to nuzzle Jon's hand. Jon smiles down at him, and Spencer grins, licking Jon's hand. Spencer feels Jon shudder under him. Spencer knows, Spencer knows this isn't what Jon wants from him, but he's feeling happy and very content. A part of Spencer makes the vague excuse that it's just his programming kicking in when he continues to lick Jon's hand with small, delicate little licks, even though he knows he's not doing it because of his programming at all. He's doing it because he wants to.
Above him, Spencer can hear when Jon's breathing speeds up, and Spencer can hear Jon's heart beat faster from where his ear is pressed to Jon's thigh. Narrowing his eyes, Spencer flicks them up to study Jon's face as he very carefully wraps his mouth around one of Jon's fingers and sucks. Jon's eyes slide shut and he moans softly. In Jon's lap, Spencer's purrs grow louder and he practically vibrates with the strength of them.
"S-Spence."
"Mmmm?" Spencer rubs his cheek against Jon's lap.
"Can you sit up a sec?" Jon's voice sounds strained, and Spencer really doesn't want to stop what he's doing, but Jon Walker asked, and Jon Walker is his owner.
Sighing, Spencer slides his mouth off of Jon's finger and sits up, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Something wrong?"
Jon shakes his head and takes a deep breath. Then. He leans in and kisses Spencer.
The move is unexpected but not unwelcome, and Spencer wraps his arms around Jon's neck and kisses back hot and dirty. Leaning back on the couch, he gently tugs Jon on top of him. Quick to get with the program, Jon presses down against Spencer, moaning into the kiss. Spencer, for his part, encourages this, squirming slightly under Jon, rubbing their bodies together. His tail slips up and under Jon's shirt, brushing lightly against Jon's back. Jon shivers, sucking on Spencer's tongue, and Spencer groans, kneading Jon's shirt with his claws.
When Jon breaks off the kiss to presses kisses along Spencer's jaw, Spencer takes the opportunity to tug Jon's shirt up and over his head, wincing slightly when his claws catch on the soft, worn cotton. As soon as Jon's shirt is gone, Spencer's hands skitter southwards to push at Jon's pants. Jon lifts his hips up, which Spencer takes as a green light to continue, so he quickly pulls down both Jon's pants and underwear in one quick movement, his tail helping him as he does so, bushing against Jon's ass and the backs of his thighs. Above him, Jon cries out, rutting slightly against Spencer.
Spencer makes an encouraging noise, arching up against him. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, voice a low growl against Jon's ear.
Jon shudders against him. "What do you want to try?"
"Whatever you want."
"Will you fuck me?" Jon practically begs, his voice a breathy whine.
"Of course." Spencer executes a fancy maneuver that most humans wouldn't be flexible enough to manage on such a narrow surface, skillfully flipping them so that he's on top, straddling Jon. "How do you want this?" he purrs, dragging his claws lightly down Jon's chest.
Blushing, Jon shrugs. "I want to watch you."
Spencer nods, licking his lips. "Do you want me to fuck you like this, or do you want to ride me?"
"Like this," Jon whimpers. Nodding again, Spencer pulls off the hoodie and wiggles out of his pants. He doesn't have anything on underneath. Below him, Jon makes a choked noise, and Spencer pauses in the middle of finger-combing his hair to raise an eyebrow. "Do you always do that?" Jon asks.
"Do what?" Spencer tilts his head to the side, curious.
"Not wear underpants."
"Underpants are for humans." Spencer's tail twitches, and he reaches down to lightly stroke Jon's erection. "And besides, I don't have any."
Jon bucks up into Spencer's hand. "But. You got those clothes from somewhere."
"Your closet and dresser. I'm not going to wear your underpants, that'd be gross."
Jon laughs, which Spencer feels is entirely inappropriate for the current situation. "Also, can I point out, that is my favourite hoodie?"
"...it smells nice," Spencer huffs, glaring down. The hoodie is not what is important right now, Spencer is. Jon needs to turn his attention back to Spencer. Feeling a need to emphasize this fact, he moves so that he's between Jon's legs, smirks, and scoots back. Then he leans in and starts licking Jon open. This, Spencer knows, is something that it is very important for him to do. Humans are not built like cat boys, they are not as tough over here, and they are not naturally slick. Thankfully, Pete had some very good ideas when designing cat boys and girls, and Spencer can change the makeup of his saliva, producing more of it and making it slicker and more slippery than normal.
Taking Jon's moans and babbles as good signs, Spencer very carefully works a finger in, searching for and pressing against Jon's prostate. Under him, Jon writhes happily. "Spencer," he pants, "keep doing that."
Purring louder, Spencer does as he's told, adding a second finger. This time, Jon rolls his hips, startling a surprised mewl from Spencer, who hadn't expected it. "Don't stop," Jon pleads, and Spencer, who isn't about to stop any time in the near future, reaches up to stroke Jon's erection with his free hand.
Jon gasps, "Yes, Spencer, yes." Then, "Spencer. Spence. Please, want you to fuck me." Spencer stops what he's doing and pulls back so he can see Jon's face.
"You're all ready?" he asks cautiously, not wanting to hurt Jon Walker.
In response, Jon nods and nods. "Yes, Spencer. Please."
Spencer smiles and kisses the inside of his thigh before sitting up and positioning himself. He grabs Jon's hips and presses inside, whimpering softly when Jon groans, loud and deep, and tightens his legs around Spencer. "Feels so good, Spence," Jon moans.
"I. Yes!" Spencer gasps, too surprised by the feeling to recall what he was doing.
Luckily, that is not the case with Jon, who reaches desperate hands for Spencer. "Keep going Spencer, please."
"S-sorry." Spencer bites his lip and starts thrusting, hands still tight on Jon's hips. Under him, Jon rolls his hips up to meet Spencer's thrusts, and Spencer whimpers, picking up the pace.
"Fuck," Jon moans, sliding his hand over his body to curl around his cock.
"Oh, oh, master—" Spencer groans loudly, his hips snapping forward while Jon pumps his hand up and down, fast and hard. Spencer's fingers dig deep into Jon's hips, his claws flexing, and he comes with a yowl. Almost immediately afterwards, Jon arches up, shouting as he comes all over his hand.
Feeling a little shell-shocked and awed, Spencer stares down at Jon with wide, wide eyes. He's more than a little relieved to see Jon grinning up at him, and he gladly collapses against Jon when he's pulled down into a kiss. Sighing contentedly, Spencer returns Jon's kiss with sweet sincerity, purring into Jon's mouth as he lazily strokes Jon's leg with his tail. When they finally pull apart so Jon can breathe, Spencer admits, "That felt a lot better than I expected."
Jon smiles. "You like it?"
Resting his head against Jon's chest, Spencer nods furiously. "I didn't know sex was like that."
The hand that Jon's been lightly trailing down Spencer's back suddenly stops, and Spencer tenses as he hears a change in Jon's breathing. "Wait. You've never done it before?"
"Well, no, of course not. You didn't want to, before," Spencer reminds him.
"But what about before me?"
"Before you I was at the factory." Lifting his head, Spencer tilts it to the side, confused. "Did you think I had sex with Pete? That would be gross, like having sex with my dad."
"I just thought. Shit. Your first time? I'm sorry."
"Why? It felt really good." Spencer's still purring, after all. He smiles and nuzzles Jon's throat.
"Are you sure?" Jon asks, voice nervous. "It's not like I gave you a choice."
"I wanted to do it. I like you, you're a really nice master."
"You sure?" Jon presses, still sounding hesitant.
"Mmhmmm... Did you like it too?"
"I did. You're very good."
"Really?" Spencer squirms happily, feeling very pleased with himself.
"Mmm, I haven't felt that good in ages." Spencer grins and preens – he is a very good cat boy, Jon Walker said! "And, um. I was thinking," Jon begins, then stops.
"Yes?" Spencer nuzzles him, snuggling up close.
"I want you to move into my bedroom with me."
"Are you sure? I don't mind the couch," Spencer says cautiously. He misses the bed, and he really enjoys having someone else to curl up with when he sleeps, but he knows that made Jon uncomfortable, before.
"I'm sure."
This new development makes Spencer very excited, so much so that he either wants to jump up and chase his tail (which, okay, is really silly looking and Jon Walker is never going to seem him do that) or curl up and celebrate with a nap. Jon, however, seems intent on finishing the movie, so Spencer snuggles up to him and watches, because that is a very nice thing to do also. It is a good life, Spencer decides, being a cat boy.
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