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Calvin could tell scar was up to something from the very first moment.

His roommate had that kind of smile, he supposed. No matter how hard he tried to hide his intentions, it became clear there were mischievous ideas in his mind once his upper lip curved upwards slightly, showing an inch of pointy fang, like it had just done when he'd walked into the living room to check 'how Calvin was doing'. The orca, who had been playing a particularly hard videogame that was making him groan non-stop, looked away from the screen and into his roommate's eyes, knowing instantly that was going to be 'one of those afternoons'.

Not like he was complaining. He always enjoyed it. In fact, that day he'd been expecting scar to come and flash precisely that kind of smile at him.

"The controls in this game are awful," he said, instead. "I try to control my jumps, but it's pointless. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't."

"Oh no, dude. That's so bad."

The chihuahua had that manner of speaking that allowed him to sound obviously disinterested and at the same time not too rude. Maybe it could have felt rude for some other people, but Calvin was also interested in whatever other thing scar was - and that eased things for him.

"You don't usually groan so much though," the chihuahua pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Whenever I've seen you play videogames, you seem more like the silent type."

"Yeah," Calvin agreed. "I guess I'm just tense today."

Those words were both the right thing to say and a mistake. The right thing because, judging by how that grin of his got a bit wider, scar knew now that Calvin was interested in having a little fun with him - or more precisely, in letting his roommate have a little fun with him. A mistake because now that he knew, he'd probably stop insisting and instead tease him to death until none of them were able to suppress their urges. The chihuahua loved keeping Calvin dangling.

It still amazed the orca that a body so small could contain so much sexual energy. Again, not like he was complaining.

"Had a bad day at work?" scar asked. At least he was trying to seem polite now.

"Hmmm kinda." Calvin wasn't sure he wanted to speak about it, so he decided to change the subject. "Videogames are supposed to help you unwind, but this one's making me more frustrated instead."

scar chuckled and sat by his side, looking at the screen.

"It looks like a terrible game, if you ask me," he said. "Maybe you should be doing something else."

He was still smirking when his eyes moved back to Calvin. Right now they were pinkish, but they weren't always like that.

"Maybe you're right," the orca admitted, playing along. "It's not helping me, that for sure."

"Yeah, I bet you could even turn it off."

"Mhm. Turning it off now."

"Goooood."

Calvin watched the screen go black and sat motionless on the couch, with his hands still holding the controller. He didn't want to look back to scar - he kinda liked when the chihuahua made him look back at him, instead. They both remained silent for a few endless seconds.

"Dude, you look like a statue," his roommate said in the end. He was chuckling again. "Put that controller somewhere else, relax a bit, eh?"

"Yeah, right," the orca replied, smiling and putting the controller aside. "So you can take advantage of me, huh?"

"Who said I want to take advantage of you, big guy?"

"Oh, come on. I know you do. That's why you're here."

"Really? I thought I was here because I genuinely worry about your constant groaning."

"Come on! Nobody believes that."

"You know what I believe?" the chihuahua asked, placing one of his paws on Calvin's shoulder. It felt small, but somehow it also felt heavy. "I believe you're the one who wants to be taken advantage of. I think if you and I just stay silent for a while and none of us say a word, you'll end up begging for me to take control. I know you will. And you know it, too."

"That's stu..."

"Ssshh. I said no words. I want you to prove my point."

Calvin crossed his arms on his chest and sighed. He knew when scar was like that there was no point in trying to contradict him. The chihuahua would just keep on teasing him endlessly, trying to push the right button, until he simply gave in and did as he said. Which wasn't something the orca disliked, but could be infuriating when he wasn't in the right mood.

Fortunately for both, he was. He stood like that, looking at the black screen in front of them, where he could see their reflections. scar still had his paw on his shoulder and he was rubbing softly. The soft touch wasn't particularly intense, but was a promise of things to come that Calvin could easily see happening. And those were things he would enjoy, that was for sure. Other than that, the chihuahua didn't move. He remained by his side, rubbing his shoulder, eyes staring at the orca with anticipation. Those eyes... Calvin had to take a deep breath when he remembered what they were capable of. A shiver went down his spine and suddenly scar's touch on his shoulder didn't seem so inoffensive anymore.

"O-okay," the orca admitted, after what felt like an eternity. "I give in. I'd love you to do... your thing."

"Yeeees? What thing?"

"Hmph, you know what I mean!" Calvin tried to stop himself from turning to look at the chihuahua. The fact that he was blushing was already embarrassing enough. "The thing you do... with your eyes."

"My eyes? Oh, I think I know what you mean. You like that really bad, don't you?"

"Hmm... yes, I do." Calvin shifted on his place, a bit uneasy. scar's voice had dropped to his 'sexy' voice - a subtle growl and deeper tone that drove him crazy every time. "I like that a lot..."

"Of course you do. Now, why don't you look into my eyes so I can see how much you like it, eh?"

scar's voice felt like velvet. The chihuahua had gotten closer to him and he could practically feel his breath on his ear, so Calvin found himself turning to look into his eyes before he could even wonder whether he wanted to or not - he just knew he did. His skin was tingling and his heart had begun to beat faster, getting ready for another session of scar's wonderful mind games...

... but he was disappointed. There was no difference in the chihuahua's eyes. They were still pink and dull, normal. Boring.

Noticing the orca's bewilderment, scar chuckled.

"Man, you should see your face." He scratched one of his own big ears., proudly. "I've never seen you so eager before. You must have had a really bad day."

"S-shut up!" the orca replied, biting his lip and turning back to face the screen. "You're evil! How can you play with me like... like this?"

"Because you like it." Calvin was about to answer he didn't and he just wanted the chihuahua to melt all the tension like he usually did, but another sentence came first. "Stand up and undress."

It took him a short while to react.

"W... what?" It was surprise after surprise that day with scar. Calvin was beginning to wonder if he should act angry or just go with the flow. "You haven't... you know, done that thing to me yet!"

"You mean you're not hypnotized?"

As usual, hearing those words made Calvin shiver a bit. A good kind of shiver.

"Yeah," he admitted, lowering his voice. His cheeks were still warm and red. "You usually do it by now."

"How can you tell you're not hypnotized?"

"I think I'd know." Calvin wasn't too sure, but he tried to appear more certain than he actually was, just to balance the chihuahua's cheekiness. "My brain would be all... zombie-like and that stuff."

"Zombie-like!" scar repeated, chuckling. "Let's see. Stand up, get naked for me and I'll consider making you 'all zombie-like'. How does that sound?"

"Why do I have to do it if I'm not hypnotized yet?" Calvin complained.

"Because you're right. You're not hypnotized - yet. But I know you want it baaaaad, bad, bad."

"Hmph."

"Sorry, what was that? I was too busy not listening to you because you're not in front of me, naked."

Calvin opened his mouth to complain, but he ended up closing it. He hesitated for a second. Unfortunately for him, scar was right. He wanted to be hypnotized by him really, really bad. They'd had a few sessions so far - usually whenever any of them had gone through a really rough day - and, at that point, the orca had begun to think he'd been kinda lucky to end up with such a skillful roommate.

The glowing eyes probably helped most of the times, too.

In the end, he chose doing as the chihuahua said. He was pointing at the black TV in front of him with a firm finger, as if commanding Calvin to stand right there and get naked immediately.This is ridiculous, the orca thought. I'm still not hypnotized. Why should I let him get his way like this?

"I'm waiting," scar insisted. His voice had dropped back to that low, sexy tone.

Calvin felt pride giving in as plain, inexcusable horniness took its rightful place. He stood up, placed himself right where scar wanted him to be, and began removing his polo shirt with a bit of a dissatisfied expression. The chihuahua simply grinned and took off his tank top, getting comfortable in the couch and letting one of his legs dangle from the armrest, playfully. It seemed to Calvin as if his roommate was trying to make as obvious as possible that he wouldn't come back to his seat for a while.

The orca unbelted his jeans and let them fall to the floor with a thud louder than he'd expected. However, his grumpy expression didn't change. scar, for some reason, seemed to like the show even more because of that.

"Nice underwear," the chihuahua pointed out.

Calvin had been staring at him accusingly, so at first he thought it was just a lame attempt to tease him.

"Thanks. I chose it specifically for you," the orca said, trying to tease his roommate back.

"Oh really? Well that explains a thing or two."

Why is he saying that, Calvin thought, with a feeling of dread. He looked down and understood what he meant - he was wearing his red underwear. Of course.

His cheeks flushed the same color as his boxers as he pointlessly tried to defend himself.

"That- that's not true! I was only kidding! I didn't choose this because..."

"Sure, sure! I mean, the subconscious never lies, right?"

"This has nothing to do with that!"

"I mean, just look at your underwear. Don't you think it's a bit strange that you picked those this morning and you decided to say that specific sentence?" scar winked an eye at him. "Come on, dude. Just put two and two together."

Calvin looked at his own underwear as he considered those words. Could it be? Maybe scar had been messing with his head again. Maybe he'd carefully planned that encounter...

But no, the chihuahua was just trying to fluster him - and it was working, judging by how warm his cheeks felt like and the growing tent between his legs. He'd just picked those boxers because they were one of the last clean pairs he had to use before going to the laundry. scar had nothing to do with his decision. Plus, the chihuahua never planned those things. He'd just walk next to him and... do that thing with his eyes whenever he felt like it. And it had actually been a while since the last time he'd made them glow, so there was no reason to worry. scar had to be improvising.

The orca raised his head, ready to tell his roommate to stop teasing him, but then...

Red.

His eyelids fluttered open and his pupils dilated until the color took over his eyeballs. His legs shook and gave in, pushing him to the floor. He fell on his knees, arms dangling limply at his sides and mouth agape as an almost inaudible moan escaped his lips. The slow, even pace of his chest moving up and down as he breathed matched the pulsing glow of his bright red eyes. Mere seconds later, a trickle of drool escaped his open mouth.

"I knew you'd figure it out," scar grinned, still sitting in the same position and rubbing his own bulge with a playful paw. His eyes were also pulsing, brighter than Calvin's, drowning the whole room in a reddish, dreamy light. "Now do your thing."

"I'm lost in the red," Calvin murmured. His voice came out in a monotone, automatic intonation - lost in a deep, mindless trance.

"Aaaah, you're always so compliant." scar sighed contently. "Y'know what? I love seeing you like this. It's also been a hard day for me, but I didn't want to tell you. Not when you have a mind, at least. But now you don't have any, right? Say it."

"I don't have a mind," came Calvin's voice. scar would have sworn it was the exact same tone he'd used for the previous sentence.

"Good," he praised him. Watching the orca drool his brains out in front of him was always an instant turn-on. "Now go back to your mantra."

"I'm lost in the red."

"What?"

"I'm lost in the red."

"I think you're missing something, big guy."

"I'm lost in the red. I'm lost in the red. I'm lost in the red."

"Oh, come on. Stop. Stop now."

scar's tone got slightly stricter for a second. Then it relaxed again. He'd undone his belt and was now stroking his bulge over his boxers - the spectacle deserved it. His red eyes were still glowing and Calvin's gaze was absolutely lost in them.

"Your mantra is two sentences long. You should know it by now. Or have you forgotten? Don't bother answering - of course you have, I erase it from your mind every single time just to make you squirm with pleasure whenever I make you remember."

There was no reaction coming from the orca. scar hadn't expected one.

"I swear you're fucking adorable, dude," the chihuahua admitted, licking a pointy fang tentatively. "Now, answer this - what does 'red' mean in Spanish?"

A brief silence.

"R... ro... rojo...?" came the shy answer.

scar scoffed, trying to hide the wide grin that had appeared on his face.

"Every single time you make the same mistake, huh? You're so dumb when your brains are dripping all over the carpet." He paused for a second, his bright red eyes going over the orca's completely limp body again. "'Rojo' is the word for 'red' in Spanish. It's not what the word 'red' means. Come on, blankface. Think if you can."

For a few seconds, it almost seemed like the orca was doing that. scar could have heard the gears turning inside his roommate's head, slower than ever. If he'd paid more attention, he'd realized there were no gears turning at all - no movement, no anything, just the absolute void of a deep trance.

"Web." scar reminded him, still grinning. "It means web."

There was no reaction. The chihuahua decided to give him the final push. He loved watching big buildings collapse.

"You're lost in the red. And you're a big, dumb, mindless fish, so..."

"I'm trapped in your web," Calvin blurted out, almost as if the last sentence had pushed a button on his mind.

"Cool. Now again."

"I'm lost in the red. I'm trapped in your web. I'm lost in the red. I'm trapped in your web. I'm lost in the red. I'm trapped in the..."

"Yes, yes, that's all nice and good but it's not funny if you don't know what it means," scar interrupted him, with a seemingly impatient groan. "Tell me what it means, fish."

"It means I'm trapped in your web. Can't move. Can't think. Can't resist. Can only follow. Can only obey. Squirm like a fish in a web. I'm trapped in your web."

The words came like a river. scar chuckled, satisfied. He got rid of his underwear calmly and began to jerk off, pulsing red eyes piercing through Calvin's mind as if it was made of butter.

"Niiiiice. Stand up."

The orca did as he was told, his body tensing and moving immediately as if it had been waiting for the command - all moved but his neck, that allowed his wet chin to keep resting heavily on his chest, as if his body hadn't received any energy from the shoulders up.

"Good. Feel the strings of my web pulling you around, like a puppet. Like the helpless fish you are. I'm moving your hand to your crotch now. That's right, I want you with those boxers on, don't take them off. Even if I was the one that made you wear them, it's still very kind of you to be wearing that color for me."

Calvin's hand moved to his throbbing bulge almost robotically. scar's licked his upper lip.

"I'm making your fingers close around that eager cock of yours. And I'm making it move up and down. Oh, you know what I'm making you do. You don't need me to describe it."

Watching the orca do exactly what he said as he pronounced the words out loud was always one of the best bits in their sessions. There weren't any physical chains or ropes or strings moving Calvin's body, but they weren't even necessary. If scar had commanded him to walk to the kitchen and make a sandwich, the orca would have obeyed. If scar had commanded him to freeze like a statue for the rest of the day, the orca would have obeyed. If scar had commanded him to fuck him like an animal, right there and right then, the orca would have obeyed. And the same would have happened if scar had commanded him to _be_fucked like an animal.

A shame he wasn't feeling like it. Today he just wanted some quick, pleasant relief and the wonderful power rush of watching a big zonked guy act at his command. There would be plenty of time to break his toy... some other day. But for now...

"Moan," he commanded, his own arousal pushing him closer to the edge.

A low sound came from the orca's throat. scar scoffed.

"What was that? Louder."

This time the moan came out more intensely. The orca's body even shivered a bit. He'd been really aroused practically from the beginning, and now the utter submission was driving him insane - or at least, driving insane whatever remained of his tiny fish mind, scar thought. Pre-cum was already painting his underwear a darker red. They'd probably have to do the laundry afterwards.

"I want you to think about the words in your mantra," the chihuahua said. "I want you to think about the color red. You'll get even more sensitive to it. Anything red reminds you of my eyes. Sends a tingle down your spine. Makes you subbier and suggestible. Repeat your mantra if you understand."

"I'm lost in the red. I'm trapped in your web."

"Is that so? Then I'm stopping you from jerking off now. I'm releasing your hand. Gooood, just like that," scar cooed, as the orca's arm dangled limply at his side again. Calvin's cock had been throbbing eagerly for the last seconds and he bet his roommate had been about to reach climax. "Heh... Your cock is mine too, isn't that right, fish? If I tell it not to cum, it won't. Repeat your mantra if you understand."

"I'm lost in the red. I'm trapped in your web."

"You won't cum until the next time you see something red in private. Whenever that happens, you'll drop right into trance and cum for me until you're a completely empty, brainless fish, just like now. Your underwear doesn't... doesn't count, of course." scar let out a soft gasp - he was beginning to feel close to the edge himself, and the mere thought of the orca obeying that command was sending him places. "Repeat your mantra if you understand."

"I'm lost in the red. I'm trapped in your web."

"Good. And you'll... You'll... F-fuck..." The chihuahua couldn't take it any longer and felt pleasure taking over him as his cock began spurting warm, sticky strings of cum all over his stomach. A deep growl escaped his throat as his body tensed for a moment, enjoying the hazy, perfect orgasm and then allowing him to relax on the couch as if he'd just gotten rid of a heavy burden.

He lay there, breathing heavily for a few seconds, stroking his softening member with the tips of his fingers, until he noticed the red light in the room had faded out, which meant his eyes weren't pulsing anymore. His gaze turned to Calvin, who was slowly but surely waking up. There was still a big, telling dark stain on his underwear.

"Good morning," he welcomed the orca, with a dry throat.

"F-fuck..." Calvin mumbled, his eyes blinking a few times before he even seemed somewhat aware of his surroundings. His knees trembled for an instant, but he managed to stand still. "Did I... did you make me cum?"

"Not yet," the chihuahua admitted, still caressing his balls and basking in the pleasant afterglow. "But you'll do it. At some point."

"What does that mean?" Calvin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It means... oh fuck. Listen, I can't think straight right now, Calvin. You'll know when it happens."

The orca scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest.

"I see you had fun in my stead, though."

"I did. It was wonderful to watch squirm you as you were standing there, brainless," scar said, flashing a teasing grin at Calvin that made the orca's bulge twitch a bit. "Hopefully you'll be brainless again sometime soon."

"You're not going to tell me what this is all about, are you?" the orca asked, tilting his head. He seemed slightly impatient, which scar considered reasonable taking into account that he'd just been interrupted at the edge of a mindless orgasm.

"Of course not! It's funnier that way."

"Hmph. Then, what am I supposed to do now?"

scar shrugged.

"I'm going to take a shower," he stated. "Maybe you could find a better videogame, don't you think? One that doesn't make you groan so loud."

"The game was already frustrating enough. You didn't need to make my evening even _more_frustrating."

The chihuahua chuckled, standing up carefully so that he wouldn't stain the couch.

"I know, but don't worry. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Calvin held his gaze for a few seconds. He didn't look angry, but scar could tell the orca had expected to have cum by the end of their little session. The chihuahua had tried to make it so that his roommate didn't really know what to expect when he was around - and it worked wonderfully to some extent - but he would have probably liked being made a mess right after being toyed with.

Which was understandable.

"Okay, okay. I believe you."

As soon as scar was out of the orca's sight and under the warm water jet of his shower, he wondered if he'd been a bit unfair with his roommate. He had to admit he loved keeping him like that, but at the same time Calvin was right - his day had already been frustrated enough. He'd thought it would be fun to cause an unplanned orgasm plus deep hypnotic trance to the orca, but who knew how long it'd be until he came across something red.

Well, maybe I'll have to fix this, he thought, feeling slightly guilty. Poor guy deserves to cum too. And he was desperate.

He left the shower, dried his fur and walked to the living room completely naked. He was already preparing a smirky remark for the orca and playing the whole situation in his mind, but the scene he found when he walked into the room asked for a quick and effective change of plans.

The orca was slumping on the couch - laptop on his belly, drool on his chest and a creamy, sticky mess between his legs. His stare was vacant and his jaw was completely unhinged, dreamy moans still coming out of his throat. One of his legs was still twitching, as if a powerful load of pleasure had just gone through his whole body.

scar sighed. The orgasm had to be recent, probably mere seconds ago. Which red thing would have triggered it?

His eyes moved to the laptop and he almost chuckled out loud.

"Oh, right," he said, grinning. "The videogame _web_site..."

It seemed reinforcement was already making wonders on Calvin's mind, tying concepts together and everything. Who knew, maybe next time he'd even pass his Spanish tests.

He was about to joke about that when, suddenly, the orca's body began to move. It was subtle at first, but soon it became obvious that Calvin was pushing his hips upward, humping on the air like an animal in heat. The movement didn't stop immediately and the chihuahua realized it had to be a command Calvin was following. There was currently no room in his empty fish mind for anything else, in any case.

"What the..." he mumbled, puzzled. He hadn't programmed that into the orca's mind, had he?

"I'll... I'll fuck..." a distant murmur came from the orca's mouth. It took scar a few seconds to understand where he'd taken those words from.

Okay, I get it, he told himself. Mental note: avoid cumming in the middle of programming your roommate's mind.