As Luka closes the door behind Jacob, they both walk to the living room and sit on the couch. "Where is that cat- thing you got? He was just here the other day."
Luka sighs and shoots Jacob an unimpressed look while gently scratching behind Snow's ears. "That's not funny and you know that. I'm a switch. You always just make me bottom because you refuse to be anything else."
Jacob laughs and shrugs his shoulders. "That because I'm the best, and the best is always on top." He glances down at Snow, a cruel smirk forming on his lips before he reaches a hand out to try petting Snow without permission.
Snow growls and bites Jacob's hand, snarking and tearing at the skin. His ears press flat, and he doesn't release the other's hand, biting hard with an iron grip.
Jacob yells and tries to pull his hand away. "Let go you stupid shit!" He growls as he raises his other hand to strike Snow.
Luka quickly grabs Jacob's wrists to stop him. "What the hell Jacob?!" He turns to Snow and reaches out his own hand. "Snow, please let Jacob's hand go. I wont let him touch you."
Luka frowns before shooting Jacob a pissed off look. "Are you serious? I bring you back to try and give you a second chance and you almost hit my leopard?"
Jacob inhales through his teeth, cradling his bleeding hand close to his chest. "Why don't you get that thing to fucking behave?!"
Snow was hiding in the bathroom at this point, washing his mouth out to get rid of the blood and taste of Jacob. Once Luka finds him, he lets out a grumbles, "He's not my master."
Luka frowns and steps closer, keeping his hands to himself. "No, he's not, and neither am I. I don't want you to think that way. You are here because this is your home. I know I haven't had you here long, but I...I still see you as family."
Luka frowns as he looks down at Snow. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with this. I'm going to make sure he knows not to touch you or anything okay. This is your home. Until he changes, he is still a guest regardless of him being my boyfriend."
Snow murps softly, pulling away and nodding. After a bit he leaves the bathroom, going back to the livingroom. He sits on the couch, wiggling slightly to settle into place.
Luka follows closely behind before finding Jacob in the kitchen cleaning his wounded hand. "Jacob, you need to respect that Snow doesn't like being touched. Regardless of the fact that you and I are back together. This is his home, not yours."
Jacob scoffs and shakes his head, "Yeah, sure, whatever. But you need to make it up to me for what that furball did to me."
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