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Juran smiled to himself a bit. No, Drake didn't own him any more. Teito did though. He liked that idea, he liked it very much indeed. If he told him to come back then he would. Though Drake may not be too pleased at the extra cost. He was miles away in his thoughts when Teito asked him if he could walk. He gave him a broad, lopsided green. "Sure I can" he replied, thought when he stood up he staggered a little. "Hold my hand again?" he asked him, holding out his hand.

Juran took Teito's hand and walked very close to him, occasionally leaning against him a little. For once he hadn't objected, even playfully, when the other called him pup. Almost back at the warehouse he paused and sighed. "I wish we didn't have to go back" he told him. "We will get away, right? Sometime?"

Juran savoured the gentle kiss then gazed at Teito with soft adoring eyes. He gave a small smile and nodded. "Thank you, for taking such good care of me, for wanting to" he replied quietly. He blushed a little and looked coy, grabbed his hand to carry on walking back to the warehouse. There were stares and mutters from those hanging around outside in the yard and on the steps. Word had quickly got around that Teito had bought Juran. He lean in against Teito slightly. He knew just how rough these guys could get if they started teasing and he really wasn't really strong enough to take it right now. His one fear was that things would go back to how they been before, when he'd been Michaels. He'd tell Teito all about it sometime....just, not yet. He couldn't. Tag was sitting alone, leaning against the wall staring up at the greying sky looking miserable. Juran couldn't help but feel sorry for him even though he didn't much like the kid, he knew he'd taken his place as Drake's favourite and it wasn't a good place to be. He stopped suddenly and looked at Teito. "I think I'm going to puke. Probably the morphine and beer I guess."


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Juran was pale. He just nodded, not daring to speak because he was sure he was about to throw up. He was right. As soon as he got his head over an old tin bucket he was sick. He gave Teito an apologetic, weary half smile. "Sorry" he mumbled. "Got any peppermints?" He would have to tell Teito about Michael. And soon, before he heard anything from anyone else. But right now his head was swimming, his stomach churning and he just wanted to sleep it off.

Juran took the mints with a nod of thanks. He opened the packet and popped one in his mouth. "I'm okay" he replied, an outright lie really. "Bed sounds good though. You still fighting Michael with this new deal? Should find out when if so and prepare." s**t, that was a conversation he really wasn't looking forward to, telling Teito about he and Michael.

Juran leaned back on the pillow and sighed. He turned his head to smile a bit at Teito. He gently squeezed his hand. There was no point in waiting for the right time, there would be no right time. It may as well be now. "I...I used to belong to Michael. He's the one who broke my heart and body both and threw me away."

Juran chuckled. "Nah, pups lap up sappy" he quipped. "I might punch your lights out though if you tell anyone that!" He yawned and rolled onto his good side. "Never been just hugged before. Michael's not one for tenderness. Showing affection is showing weakness, he says."

This was nice. Being held, being kissed... It was new and wonderful. It make him quiver once very slightly. "You could never be weak. I think Michael got it wrong. I think it takes guts to show affection."