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Master of Hearts

Deep Conversations

Lilen walked Connor home, but lingered at the end of the sidewalk, watching him carefully until he walked inside, waving his goodbye as Connor shut the door. Connor smiled and took a deep breath as he looked around the interior of his house, his heart ached, he was happy, part of him finally feeling at ease. However, that moment of pause had to quickly be brushed away as Connor had to prepare something special for Banavi. Light cleaning, here and there, food cooked a chilled in the fridge and cold to prepared and cooling in the fridge, with cuts of fresh mint and sliced lemon thrown in just like in the soul scape. A small tray of vegetable snacks was cut for after dinner, and sealed for later. Medicine was prepped cleanly and covered, left out on a tray in the living room with a pitcher of ice water and a glass.

Once that was finished Connor dressed himself in the blue backed diaper, and humorous green onesie, he slipped into some pajama pants and wore nothing else before waiting for Banavi to come home in the next few minutes. His heart was still racing after the hour long dash to complete everything, but it settled as he meditated, he wanted to keep the place quiet as to not disturb his headache, which he probably still had. However as the minutes ticked by it became clear that something was wrong, Banavi was late, minutes ticked by, after four-PM. No call or text, fifteen minutes… thirty… forty, a full hour had gone by with no message.

Connor tried to call out fear, worried that something had happened, and though for a second it seemed like it worked, since the call was accepted, but it was immediately ended not moments after. It may have been a little harsh, rude even, because how deliberate it was, but it also helped calm Connor down, because at least Banavi was ok. No message followed suit, and Connor was left waiting, after another fifteen minutes of silence, the TV was finally turned on, and Crime TV helped pass the time, until the key jangled in the front door.

Rushing to turn off the TV, nearly throwing the remote in the process Connor took a breath to calm down and picked up the tray with the medicine and carried it to the front door just as it opened it up. Banavi dragged himself through the front door rubbing the side of his head, everything about him seemed lethargic, he looked up at Connor and breathed in disappointment. “Conno-"

“Here, sir, I have your medicine prepared." Connor cut in, Banavi glanced down at the offered tray, and said nothing else as he took the medicine and down the whole cup of water. Setting the whole tray down on a nearby side table, Connor quickly corrected Banavi. “Sir, here, let me help you with your shoes."

“Connor-" Banavi whispered before he was picked up and carried away, he limply pouted as he was sat down on the couch. “Connor-" He breathed, leaning back on the couch to watch as his shoes were untied, his socks were whisked off soon after. “Sir, it's ok, just relax." Connor pressed as he stuffed the socks in the shoes before massaging the paw pads.

Banavi closed his eyes and moaned, he exhaled a tired breath, and his toes sprawled, stretched and curled. “Sir would you like me to bathe you?" Connor offered as he continue to push his thumbs into the sore paws. Banavi looked at Connor and nodded, “Would you please."

“Of course, please just give me a moment to take care of your shoes and I'll I get it started. I'm sure your hungry sir would you like me to get you a snack before dinner? Maybe some cold tea?" Connor offered as he picked up Banavi's shoes.

Banavi nodded with a soft aching smile, “Thank you, carrots please."

“Already cut and prepared sir." Connor bowed before leaving, with a quick step, to drop off the shoes before taking the medicine tray to the kitchen, and replacing it with snacks and a cup and the pitcher of mint lemon tea. Laying it out for Banavi, the small rabbit looked up at Connor with a tired smile, “You made lemon mint tea?"

“Yes sir, I thought you might like it." Connor nodded before bowing, “I'll get your shower ready and warmed up sir."

“Wait." Banavi waved down, “Come here Connor." Banavi directed, Connor knelt down beside the couch, Banavi dragged his chin forward and up into a timid kiss, “I'm sorry I was late."

“You don't need to apologize sir," Connor countered, “I can guess that work has been hard for you ever since I started living with you. Days, almost weeks of missed work because of everything that has happened with me moving in, our fight… your probably behind on everything." Connor leaned in and kissed his cheek, “I'm just glad your home."

Banavi closed his eyes with a tired smile, holding the glass of tea close, looking as if he'd fall asleep at any second. Connor left him alone and stepped quickly towards the showers, pulling out brushes, and soaps and laying everything out, even grabbing a set of pajama's from Banavi's bedroom and laying them out on the counter before going back out into the living room to collect the tired rabbit; who thankfully was eating and hadn't spilled any of the tea.

Banavi was quiet, and limply obeyed Connor as he was dressed and directed towards the shower, where a stool had been set for him so he could relax under the raining water. Connor closed the shower to give him privacy as he undressed and slipped into plastic pants to keep the water from leaking in to his diaper. Connor dragged the brush through Banavi's fur to pull out the knots, and de-shed him before washing his fur, making sure to drag out the shower as a means to massage the strained muscles. Rinsing Banavi off, Connor dragged the water off both of their bodies to instantly dry them. Sitting Banavi on the toilet Connor picked up the brush again to drag it in all the right places, before picking up a nail file and clippers, and cleaning up his nails, just a quick clean up any sharp edges.

Banavi checked the work, and either he didn't find any mistakes, or he was too tired to care at the moment, either way it was easy to slip him into his satin garments and button them up. Connor wrapped his arms around Banavi, and carried him back to the living room where he could relax, “Give me a moment to get dinner set." Connor bowed, Banavi just silently nodded and leaned back on the couch.

Preparing the simple salad, the bowl was laid out on the table, all the dinning ware set, and with tea and water poured, Connor hefted Banavi into a chair and sat him down properly before pushing him into place. “Today's dinner is a Greek pasta salad, with an herbal dressing. I found the recipe in one of your cook books, I hope you enjoy it."

Banavi sniffed the bowl, “It smells perfect Connor," he complimented before Connor took a step back and bowed out, “If you need anything else please call me sir."

“Of course," Banavi agreed, before waving Connor off.

With his subtle freedom, Connor cleaned up the laundry and the messes left behind in the shower and living room. Only returning to the dinning room to fill Banavi's glass with more tea. When dinner was finished, Banavi seemed a bit more youthful, at least less lethargic, and happily accepted being carried away back to the living room where he relaxed while Connor cleaned the dishes.

“Thank you for all of this Connor, if I had a slave like you back in Ecorein I never would have left." Banavi complimented, his soft words carried in the wind. “But how did you know what to do? You've never been this prepared before?" Banavi questioned glancing back at Connor who was drying the dishes.

It was because of our bond, in some weird way I think out bond is deeper than you think, in my soulscape, there was a house where you lived with me as your ideal self. You drank this Lemon Mint tea, and in the kitchen there was a cook book with the Greek salad recipe left out for me. I wore this diaper because… well I found it on the changing table in my soul scape. I thought they might have been reminders… or your fantasies existing in my soulscape." Connor explained, and Banavi nodded.

“It's possible, when two souls are tied together there is a complicated bond and it's not always perfect. So it's possible that there is some kind of bleeding effect, where my soul is mixing with your own." Banavi breathed, as Connor finished up.

“Is it dangerous?" Banavi Bobbed his head, “Possibly, but for now there is no real damage. The problems arise when you start sensing my memories as your own." Banavi answered as Connor came and knelt beside the couch, where Banavi reached out to pet his chin, “Thank you for being my slave tonight."

“I'm always yours sir." Banavi sighed, but smiled shaking his head.

“I know, but still. This night has been a wonderful end to a horrible day." Banavi countered, before stroking the side of Connor's cheek, something Connor rolled his head into, kissing the wrist.

“Would you like me put you to bed, or do you feel like you can stay up for just a bit longer?" Connor asked and Banavi breathed, “I can stay up a little longer, what did you have in mind?"

“Can I give you a massage sir?" Connor asked, and Banavi smiled, “I would love one."

“Perfect," Connor approved as he grabbed as pillow and helped Banavi lay down on the couch before getting up to get the massage oil from the bar counter. Shaking it heavily until it glowed, caused Connor to pant from the subtle exhaustion but he came back and sat down beside the couch and raised the flask about Banavi's back and poured the Oil into his hand. It drained out in a thin line down Banavi's spine, making him shiver.

“It's a little cold." Banavi quietly scolded.

“Sorry sir," Connor apologized as he floated the oil into his hands and molded it around his palms before pressing down into Banavi's shoulders. Connor was able to push the oil into his skin and keep the fur dry, the moist muscles bent with his magical might, and Banavi let out the softest moan as his upper back popped under the pressure. “You're really tense sir, are you feeling ok?"

“It just my job Connor, I can't get results like my boss wants. I back logged with projects that need enchantments. I just feel trapped, if I knew I was going to get this far behind I probably wouldn't have taken so many days off." Banavi explained with a moan that stretched his body and caused him to hug the pillow in pleasure.

“Sir, can't you get help?" Connor asked and Banavi shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, which Connor quickly replaced with his own hands.

“No… not really, I'm the lead writer. All R/D projects go through me to make sure that the runes are written properly and the enchantments are in working order. That's the major problem, but my boss is breathing down my neck because our deparments isn't developing new ideas. Were essentially just recreating American technology or buffing it, our department hasn't actually created any distinct Mincridarn technology for about a year, and that means we could be cut from the budget. I'm thinking about having a, I don't know what you humans call it… a thought party next week. Do you think you could skip training on Tuesday to help me entertain my coworkers?" Banavi asked as Connor's hands focused on a tough knot of muscle in the lower back.

“I'm here for you, it's your choice. But you're going to have to call Lilen." Connor agreed and Banavi exhaled and curled his toes under the pressure.

“I'll call him tomorrow before work and manage some kind of deal with him."

“Alright, I'll start looking up recipes. Do any of your coworkers have food allergies?"

“No, other than me no one has any problems with food, so anything is fair game. But it is a gathering, and there will be twelve people in attendance." Banavi waved off.

Connor nodded, and pulled at the right leg to massage the muscles and stretch the limb. “You're work is very private, so-"

“You will have to sign a non-disclosure agreement Connor, but I'm not asking you to do anything more than cooking and serving. My co-workers know unless I say so, hands off." Banavi interjected.

“So, you already set the date and made plans." Connor asked as he worked on the other leg.

“A little, I brought up the idea; the idea of using you for entertainment was tossed around during the discussion. So if everything is ok, they'll know the rules. So if anyone get's touchy while there here just tell me and I'll fix it." Banavi explained as he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Connor nodded, “Yes sir, is there anything else I should know?" he asked as he worked on Banavi's arms.

“No, just that this feels really good, and that I love you." Banavi praised making Connor chuckle as he finished up, helping Banavi sit up.

“You know sir, I am curious, did you really fantasize about seeing me in a diaper?" Connor asked and Banavi pet his cheek, “Of course Connor, I love seeing you in them."

“Really?"

Banavi laughed at Connor's doubt, “Connor, I have always loved seeing you in diapers. Why do you think I wanted to make them a more permanent feature? I love seeing you struggle, to hold everything in, to not make an accident. It just makes you look small and helpless."

Connor sighed, “I know I haven't been wearing them as much as I should, but I promise to try and wear them more often. I'm just not really used to the idea of wearing them everyday… or using them completely."

Banavi tapped Connor's padded ass, “I know, everything in steps, we'll work on just keeping you wet before working on the other stuff, because I know you really want to try and do scat stuff."

Connor nervously sighed, “yeah, it is important."

Banavi slipped down the plastic pants, before groping the diaper, “have you peed tonight?"

“No sir." Connor shook his head, and Banavi smiled before getting up and dragging open the front of the diaper before fishing out his own sheath. “Stand still, lets get you damp." Banavi breathed, his head falling into Connor's chest as he relaxed, his piss leaped out and painted Connor's cock in musky yellow fluids. Connor lost the ability to breath for a moment as he realized what was happening, before smiling awkwardly, he loved the sensation, but he knew Banavi wasn't going to let him out of the diaper any time soon, which wasn't something he was looking forward too.

Banavi's small bladder trinkled down to a drip, which he finished with a soft shake before letting the diaper snap back into place. “Here Connor, how about this." Banavi smirked, something all to spine chilling. “I will use your underwear as my urinal at any time, anywhere. If you're not wearing a diaper that's your mistake. Understand?"

Connor closed his eyes, dreading the public humiliation but took a breath and nodded, “yes sir, of course sir; I'm yours to use."

Banavi smiled and dragged Connor down into a kiss, “Be careful, it's your choice to put on diapers."

“I will sir." Connor nodded before he felt Banavi wrap his arms around his neck, “Take me to bed."

Connor pulled his arm under Banavi's butt and hoisted up and carried him off to his bedroom, where he was slowly tucked into bed. But before Connor left Banavi grabbed the front of his diaper, and planted a kiss on the front of his diaper still warm with his scent, “Goodnight," His gleaming eyes stared up at Connor in the darkness, his conniving smile making Connor feel like that things might finally return to a depraved normal he was used to, to the time they were only online partners in depravity.