Requested by HOSHYOSHZ

San breathed in the summer wind. The air flew in through his nostrils and left by his mouth. The sun was setting softly, and he had a front-row seat to it.

"What are you doing out here, angel?" a gentle voice called. Arms wrapped around San's shoulders.

"Just watching the sun, Seonghwa. Want to sit?"

But Seonghwa kissed his cheek and chuckled. "I wish. But I have to cook for six hungry assholes and an adorable kitten."

"Hm." San crossed his arms in a pout.

"Maybe I could get Jongho out here," the older suggested.

"Ew. He's sweaty from lifting weights," San replied. Seonghwa laughed and rubbed his arm.

"So you'll just stay here?"

"Yeah. Call me in if you need help."

"Okay, angel." Seonghwa left him and returned to the kitchen. Through the patio doors, he watched as San snuggled better in the lounge seat surrounded by blankets.

"What's up?" Jongho asked. He opened the fridge, looking for something to drink.

"He's so peaceful when thinking. I know it has to be about him," Seonghwa mumbled.

"I wish I could beat his ass like Yeosang and I intended to."

"Jongho, let's not start..."

"What?! I'm only pointing out the truth. That prick abused San. Mentally and physically. I say we look for him. He has to live there still."

Seonghwa shook his head. "Wash your hands and help me cook dinner, please."

Outside, San remained focused on the sunset. He would try to watch it until it was completely gone — or when Seonghwa finished cooking dinner. Whichever came sooner.

Moments like these made his thoughts race. It brought back waves of memories.

The first, and worst, were of his boyfriend, or 'owner,' as the asshole liked to refer to himself. San looked at his hands. They used to be so rough or sometimes even cut because of how hard he worked for the man.

He was no boyfriend to San. Like most of society, the man loathed hybrids. San calls himself stupid every time he recalls their first date. It should have never existed.

San lived with him for three years — the worst in his life — cleaning, cooking, and fulfilling everything the man demanded him to do. He had nowhere to go after his parents sent him away from their home. There, they were surrounded by similarly hateful people too.

And though the whole process of escaping both hellholes shook him every time, San loved the next thought.

'Wooyoung!'

A pair of heavy shoes stomped down the street. Sitting beside a bush, San tucked his head further into his little ball.

'What, Mingi?' another voice groaned. It was approaching quickly.

'It's a person,' the first said. They tapped San's shoulder. 'Hello?'

'H-hi.'

'Do you have a place to stay?'

'No...'

San heard silence for a moment. It was scary. He didn't know what these two were going to do to him.

In reality, Mingi was flashing puppy eyes to Wooyoung. They had heard the voice, saw how small this person was, and completely fell in love with them. It didn't take any second longer before Wooyoung nodded.

'Hey, do you want to come home with us?' Mingi offered.

'You don't want me.'

'If we didn't want you, we wouldn't have asked,' Wooyoung laughed. 'C'mon!'

San timidly picked himself up and felt an arm settle over his shoulders. It was reassuring and warmed him to the core.

'Aren't you hot with that sweater?' the second, presumably Wooyoung, asked.

'Yeah. At least take off the hood?'

'No, I'm okay,' San replied. If his hood came off, they would visibly see the dark ears he had resting on his head. And if the jacket came off... Well, they were in for a surprise if it did.

'You picked up who?' someone asked when they walked into the beautiful home.

'Quick, what's your name?' Wooyoung whispered.

'San.'

'San!'

'And who the hell is San?' Seonghwa placed his hands on his hips.

'A kid we found on the street!'

With some pleading and excessive puppy eyes, Seonghwa allowed San to stay for a few nights. And that's what was San wanted. He didn't think he could hide who — or what — he was for any longer.

That wasn't for him to decide.

'Here are some clothes. Come downstairs for lunch,' Wooyoung told him. Once he left, San sighed in exhaustion. Wearing that coat was horrible.

Almost done with changing, the door unexpectedly opened, and San paused in shock.

'Why is there a hybrid in my room wearing my clothes?!'

'Hybrid? Hongjoong, what are you- Oh.' Seonghwa covered his mouth then cooed. 'How adorable!'

San slumped when Seonghwa approached him. He nestled into the man's gentle pats and ear scratches in an instant.

By the evening, everyone agreed that San was now a member of their household.

San smiled and hugged himself under all the blankets. The sunset was just about done setting.

"Sannie! Come inside for dinner," Yunho called.

San picked up his blankets and carried them in. By that time, everyone arrived from work or their errands and was preparing to sit down.

"Did you enjoy watching the sun?" Yeosang asked the kitten. San nodded.

"Good." He ruffled the younger's curly hair — something Seonghwa styled to San's taste.

The evening went smoothly. San relaxed with a sweet bubble bath and fell asleep cuddling Hongjoong.

That night, Jongho stirred awake from a strange sound. He opted to wait a bit until he could hear it again.

"Mmmh."

"What the fuck?" he whispered.

"Uhmm."

Jongho rolled his eyes and knocked his knuckles on the room behind him. "Can you two shut up?"

By that time, Mingi woke up too. "Jongho, what the hell are you doing?"

"Seonghwa and Hongjoong must be fucking again."

"Ugh," Mingi groaned and threw himself back to bed. "I didn't know they still did that."

"Neither did I."

"Nnngh!"

"Stop!" Jongho hit the wall again. Soon the door opened, and Seonghwa appeared.

"Jongho, shut up," he hissed.

"No you."

"It's not us, idiot. I'm wondering what the noise was too."

Groaning, Mingi and Jongho joined Seonghwa and Hongjoong to investigate the noise. When they got downstairs, a heavy bubblegum scent flooded to their noses.

"San?"

San was huddled on the couch arm, a blanket hugging his sweaty body. He seemed to shake at the same time.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Hongjoong asked.

"Noth..." San cut himself off with a moan.

The four men shared flustered looks.

"M-My heat," the youngest complained. "And I don't have pills..."

"So what do we do?" Jongho asked.

San didn't care. But he trusted them without a doubt.

He released a sensual whine. "Anything to me. Anything."

Mingi stepped forward first. He lifted San's chin and kissed his lips. The kitten's ears folded down from shyness. But his tail suggested something else.

"Oh?" Mingi asked as he gently pulled the blanket off San's shoulders.

"It's so h-hot... so..." San trailed off.

"What a naughty kitten," Seonghwa whispered, caressing San's cheek to make him tense up. "Who told you you could go around the house like that?"

"N-No one, oppa."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "Oppa? Are you kidding me, Seonghwa?"

"Shut up, 'daddy,'" Seonghwa snapped back.

"Mhm, but you call me that anytime we're-"

"What the hell?" Yunho yawned, looking at what was happening. "Ooh, free turns on San?"

"Get in line," Hongjoong muttered.

Seonghwa set a hand on Mingi's arm as he was about to enter the hybrid. "Wait. Maybe we should-"

But San cried with neediness. "I'm already wet. See? Look at me!" He pushed a finger a little into his hole and moved around. The slightest touch made him squirm. Out came a clear scented liquid that made them stare with hunger.

Mingi wiped a bit to lick before pushing in.

San felt the stretch in his walls and groaned. Although his stomach felt crazy, he was still hot and needed more.

"Mingi! Go! Harder!" San barely parted his lips when more sinful sounds left his mouth.

San would get more vocal, but he wasn't close to finishing after the minutes that passed. Mingi had to pause and pant in exhaustion.

"Let me try." Hongjoong grabbed San's legs and threw one over his shoulder.

San felt a flourishing feeling in his heart that wouldn't disappear. He jerked when two fingers pinched one nipple, and a tongue licked the other. It was Seonghwa.

"Daddy~! More, more!" San shouted. His soft black hair plastered to his forehead and half-swollen lips didn't help Hongjoong as much as it fueled him with envy.

"Who makes you feel good? Huh?" he growled.

"You! Ugh! Only daddy!"

Hongjoong tiredly nodded in agreement. "Good boy. Good..." he said and wiped the sweat away.

"Yeah?" Jongho pulled San up. "Only daddy? We'll see."

San dragged himself until he hovered above Jongho's thick length awaiting him. As they kissed, he whimpered at how it rubbed against his entrance.

Jongho cursed under his breath. San wasn't doing this on purpose, and that's likely why it annoyed him.

"Ride me." Jongho smacked an area of San's ass and pulled his tail. The cat hissed then initiated his movements.

Now angered by each other, they fucked. Jongho couldn't help but thrust into San every few seconds to satisfy the needy part of him.

As for riding, San felt his lungs close when more moans and whines choked up his throat. He was sitting on Jongho, rolling his hips, when cum suddenly jerked out his tip.

He felt a little better — a little.

"Shh, I know." Jongho softly scratched San's ears. San tucked his head into the man's neck, providing him with wet kitty licks. He met eyes with Seonghwa and immediately wanted more.

"Did I do well, oppa?"

"Of course, angel. Lay down and open your legs for me."

Blushing, San obeyed. In a different setting, he would probably be louder or more interactive. But being stared down by the five, now seven, attractive men he lived with made it so hard to remain confident.

"Oppa," San blushed pink as he said it. "I want W-Wooyoungie too."

In an instant, Wooyoung walked over so the two grabbed San's warm body like it was theirs and only theirs.

San was alright with that.

Seonghwa gently dug his nails into San's upper thigh as he licked the hybrid's tip. It sent the cat into a desperate state of purrs.

Wooyoung had his share too. His tongue licked San's succulent liquid, which he enjoyed delightfully. As he pushed it in a little further, San's hands went to the back of their heads, urging them for more.

"What a cute little dick he has," Wooyoung grinned and grabbed it. San mewled louder.

"It is cute. Adorable," Seonghwa agreed, nodding for his friend to pump it.

But in only a few seconds, San grew helpless again.

"No! It's not enough!" he complained.

"Turn around."

San stopped squirming.

"I said turn."

San cowered under Yunho's gaze. Inside, though, he felt himself getting wet and desired to take him whole. It was a type of attraction waiting to burst from so much time they spent together as roommates.

So as Yunho started pounding him, all the sexual tension they'd built up washed away.

"Yunho!" San cried. His claws dug into the sofa arm while rocking back and forth. He knew Seonghwa wouldn't be happy with that later, but it just felt so good to be powerless. "Ugh... h-hyung," he stuttered.

"How does it feel, Sannie?" Yunho squeezed the boy's shoulder as he punished him from behind.

"So good, hyung!" San choked out. He couldn't find the right words to express himself.

Yunho's jaw clenched when San's tail playfully grazed over his pelvis. "Do you think this is funny?" he asked in a low voice.

"M-Maybe," San answered. He was ready for anything Yunho would do to him anyway.

But Yunho did nothing. Literally. The male stopped his movements, and San suddenly felt empty again.

"No! Yunho!" San whined.

"This kitten hasn't had enough. Yeosang?"

San let out a squeak when two hands picked him up like the pet he was and pinned him to the wall. He came to meet Yeosang's dark eyes.

"You look pretty," Yeosang whispered. "Like our toy."

"Mmm," San hummed. He wrapped his legs around the older to hold them close. "Your toy."

"Watch your words. They might get jealous." San giggled at Yeosang's words.

Yeosang filled him slowly; so did San's sounds rhythmically increase in volume. One of his hands settled on Yeosang's firm biceps while the other traveled to his back.

"I-It feels so good! M-More!" San shut his eyes when Yeosang moved into him harder and slower.

"Shit!" Yeosang spat.

"S-Sorry." San looked away. "I'm sorry." He felt tears threaten his eyes.

San had accidentally revealed his claws and left a few scratches on Yeosang's back. The other hand was still deeply stabbing his flesh.

"No. It's okay." Yeosang kissed several areas of San's face to ease him.

At last, San couldn't handle the pressure in his body and rereleased. His arms snaked around Yeosang's neck to embrace him tight. They sat down for more comfort.

The room may have been loud, but everything soon fell quiet to hear him: San was meowing and purring.

"San, how do you feel?" Hongjoong asked.

The cat hybrid paused before groaning. "More..."

It's safe to say the night didn't end there. Not until the morning when San finally lay in bed, calmly asleep and through his heat's first day.