Making Connections [Fangor's crew][X]

[Chris]

"I'll be cleaning that mess," Chris said softly, face betraying an unhappiness. "She knows better. She knows better than to say it. She keeps doing it." He closed his eyes, as if that would drown out the sound, but it only seemed to amplify it.

"Fangor's a good guy. He doesn't give lessons unless they need it. It didn't hurt too much with me."

But with her...

He wiped his mouth and pushed the rat aside before lying on his back. "... so do either of you have any ideas of how I can make her listen better? She's gotten so mouthy. I don't want her hurt. She shouldn't be this disobedient."

[Rozumbrad]

"Be nicer to her?" Rozumbrad suggested, sitting beside Chris. "They're more likely to do something if they enjoy it. I know some queens who'll smack you down if you cross them, but butter them up, and they'll do whatever you want."

[banshee]

Banshee rolled her eyes, enjoying the sound of Kitrina's screams. She pressed a little harder on the fresh wound carved into her inner thigh, savoring the jolt of pain. Turning to look at Rozumbrad, she raised an eyebrow in mild disbelief at his statement.

"Coalie isn't like that. She's never gonna like it."

She stood, pacing over to where Chris sat, putting her clawed hands on his shoulders. "You gotta break her, Chris. She's gonna get hurt someday, if she badmouths someone." She said slowly, then dug her claws in. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to send a shiver down her spine and spark lust in her amber eyes. "She isn't like me. She doesn't want the pain." Her voice was a low purr, more for Chris then the general assembly.

[Chris]

Chris shivered, torn between the two cats. Two different suggestions, both making sense.

To be kind--but wasn't he kind enough as is?

To break her in--but it wasn't working, was it?

He was bewildered. Lost. Not like Banshee. His eyes instinctively moved to study the female. He liked her quite a bit, even before tasting her lips. They were both from the North. They formed a bond. Rozumbrad was new, but highly recommended. It was logical as well.

Butter her up, or break her down?

He sighed, shoulders rounding forth. "Sometimes I think it'd have been better if she didn't get on the boat over here," he admitted sadly. "But I don't think I could have lived without her. You both should have seen her. She was absolutely beautiful." He leaned back. "Almost four years that we've been together. Can you believe it?"

A smile was given. "Once she settles down, I'll share," again he offered to Rozumbrad, as if he didn't recall the other turning down the offer not even an hour before. "Tonight, she won't be able to perform well." He looked to Banshee then as an afterthought. "Of course you know you're welcome as well, but that's a given, isn't it?"

[Rozumbrad]

"Don't share her," Rozumbrad advised. "Let her share herself. She'll cooperate if left to herself."

Partly, he just wanted to spite Banshee. Part of him wanted to smack her in her unpleasant face, but she'd probably enjoy that.

[Chris]

"But it doesn't work that way," Chris said, a little perplexed even. "She'd cheat on me, and I won't let any bitch cheat on me or walk all over me. I won't fucking do it."

[Rozumbrad]

"She seems inclined to want just you at this point," Rozumbrad pointed out.

Why was he so intent on helping this queen? Maybe he didn't like such a young queen getting so much shit without have done anything wrong? He must be getting soft.

"When was the last time you had her to yourself, no one else around?"

[Chris]

"Sex is sex. And what do you mean no one around? There's always someone around. Not like there's much privacy." He scratched behind his ear, thinking for a minute. "On the trip over here from America, and hm... before Fangor took me in... really swell guy. Absolutely fantastic. So I think... probably almost two years. But it's all right. She loves me."

[Rozumbrad]

"I think that's your problem," Brad pointed out. "You say you love her, but she can't see that."

He was even starting to make himself retch at the thought. "You need to show her man, not just tell her."

[numbertwo]

"Who are you breaking now?"

Pascal sauntered in, swinging his bag. "And am I going to have to put them together again?" he asked in his accent.

"Ooh, newbie," he said, looking at Rozumbrad. "Hunky too. But from the sounds of it..." Here he raised his voice so that Fangor could hear him. "Someone started the party without me!"

[Chris]

"DOCTOR!!!!"

Immediately, Chris jumped to his feet, a few strides taken as he bounded to the other and embraced him in a hug. "I didn't know you were coming around today! You never told me! Ah, and this is Brad. Brad, this is the Doctor. He knows everything because he's German." A nuzzle was given to Pascal's shoulder, his concern about Kitrina all but gone.

[Fangor]

"WAIT YOUR TURN, FAGGOT!" Fangor yelled, grunting a bit louder before groaning, nearing the end. If she'd scream a bit more, it'd be perfect.

Still, it'd been awhile, and Fangor pulled out before shooting against the wall, grunting with satisfaction. He took a moment to rest his head against Kitrina's chest, nose by the faintest outline of ribs, in what could be a tender gesture were it not anyone else and had he not suddenly released his hands and stepped away, allowing her to fall to the ground. He grabbed the scrap on the ground that used to be her underwear to wipe off his member before discarding it, redoing his fly, and, whistling, leaving that section of alley to join the others.

"Chris, stop dry humping every cat you see," he said, though it was clear there was more than a hint of amusement in his voice.

[Kitrina]

The queen hit the ground hard before she curled on her side, eyes scrunched up, the pain overwhelming but at least, for that moment, it was over, and she didn't need to see Fangor's ugly mutt. Although it was hell hearing Chris's exuberance over the creepy German guy.

"Chris..." she called softly, straining to push herself upright, unable to keep balance as she tried to redo the halter around her neck.

[numbertwo]

"Ah, Chris," Pascal said, putting an arm loosely around his shoulder with the nuzzle and giving a lick to his ear. He was like everyone's big brother. Who was flirtatious and raging and would gladly hop into bed with any of his little brothers.

"I hope I don't have to put her back together again again," he commented to Fangor. "I did enough patching up this morning, Fang."

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad nodded to acknowledge the Doctor. For someone who said they weren't a queer, Chris certainly seemed to be close to making out with all of the toms.

Fang. Strange. Clearly, this foreigner had a lot more liberty with Fangor than anyone else.

[Fangor]

"Don't call me that," Fangor said without pause as he continued forth and shook his head. Chris... sometimes was just too much. If he weren't so damn good at what he did, he'd have offed him for being that bright ray of sunshine. Or made him one of the Feel-Good-Boys. They could use one of those.

... then again, Chris somewhat fit the role as is, and the idiot wasn't even aware of it.

"No patching up required. She's fine."

Yeah right.

Fangor strode toward the firepit, yet another rat seized from the box and skewered. "Fucking the unwilling always gives me such an appetite," he said to Banshee, smirking a bit.

[Chris]

Chris preened in the returned affection. There was just so much love to give--harboring it all inside was a disaster. Or in theory was. It was hard to tell whether he didn't hear Fangor's comment, didn't process it, or ignored it as he gave yet another nuzzle. "Did you eat yet, Doctor? I'm starving. Feel like I haven't eaten since yesterday, it smells so good."

A bigger smile was offered to Rozumbrad. "You'll love the Doctor. He's great."

[numbertwo]

"Always the classy one," Pascal commented. He detached himself from Chris and moved over beside Fangor.

"I spent the morning cleaning up blood. Be good and I might spill some more."

Fangor liked blood in sex. As far as Pascal was concerned, he could spill his own, and the Doctor would help.

[banshee]

Banshee waved a delicate, clawed hand in Pascal's general direction, quirking the corner of her lip up in a smile that was frankly, more of a smirk. "How ye doin', Doctor." She said in greeting.

She watched Chris leap up, practically throwing himself on Pascal. He was such a strangely friendly guy, for someone as angry. The loud coupling of Fangor and Kitrina ended abruptly, and she was sorry to hear the screams die away. She purred loudly as Fangor reappeared, eyes glittering with something akin to a compliment in her expression. "She made such pretty noises." She murmured, pressing her legs together to create a dull ache and sighing happily.

[Kitrina]

Why wasn't he coming?

She exhaled before turning on her stomach, arms moving back as she finally got the tie around her neck right before pushing up, not able to make it on twos. On fours, she crawled near the end of the alley and peered around the corner to watch. The hell was Chris so happy for? She'd learned her damned lesson.

Wincing, she sat back, shifting uncomfortably. This wasn't what she bargained for. This wasn't what she had in mind when Chris talked about them being together forever, loving one another.

[Chris]

Chris bounded back, dropping to sit down next to Rozumbrad. "The Doctor is amazing. You need something, he can do it. It's so precise, it's practically magic. And he's so funny, too! Always joking around."

It was in the midst of sitting that he paused and looked down the alley, catching a glimpse of Kitrina's face. He hesitated. If Fangor didn't bring her back... and didn't tell him to get her... then that meant stay. And so, with an apologetic smile, he looked away and toward Banshee.

[Fangor]

"I don't need to be good for you," Fangor snorted, nose twitching in pleasure with the smell of the roasting rat. "I'm fucking starving." He didn't quite dismiss the other, doubted he really could, though he gave a slight shove with his arm. "Wait your turn."

[numbertwo]

Pascal just smirked at Fangor, trailing a hand down his side as he walked away.

"Now, as for you," he said, sitting down beside Rozumbrad. "You're a treat." His nimble hands quickly undid the front of Brad's waistcoat, opening it and running a hand over the rippling muscles.

"Fangor, you simply must keep this on, if only for the eye-candy. Don't you agree, Chris?"

[Rozumbrad]

Rombrad allowed himself to be accosted, since there was little point in resisting. The word Raging came to mind when assessing the other tom. Still, hit was always good to have a doctor around, he mused, leaning back on his elbows.

[Chris]

"Huh?" Chris cocked his head, attention drawn before he smiled and laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't know. I'm straight. But hey, I'll take your word for it." He grinned at Rozumbrad. "You'll love the Doctor, Brad. Pascal's just the best." The idea of any implication went above his head, or he chose to ignore it. It was hard to say.

Just like it was sometimes hard to believe Chris being straight, even though he thoroughly believed it. He just had so much love to give. Love for personalities regardless of sex, gender, age, creed. He had a lot of love for Pascal, for certain.

[numbertwo]

Pascal just laughed. Chris's notion that he was straight was so cute. Especially since he could still believe it while being pounded.

"Come here boy," Pascal said, leaning across Brad to draw Chris's head in to kiss him.

[Chris]

"Hm? Oh!" Chris's smile broadened as he shifted onto hands and knees as he met Pascal part way in a kiss, certainly obedient to the demand, collar jingling a little with the movement. An array of emotions for the cat who not long before tore another cat to shreds.

The kiss on his end was sweet, tail swishing from pleasure, something somewhat cute and doting.

[banshee]

Banshee rolled her eyes, leaning back, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the smell of rat. Mostly, she just enjoyed Kitrina's absence. The queen was leaving a bad taste in Banshee's mouth today. She smirked lightly at Pascal's antics, mood brightened considerably by Fangor's rough treatment of Kit. Now that balance had been restored to her universe, she could relax.

She'd very much like to go and find Kit and rough her up a bit, but she didn't want to spoil Chris's good mood. She cat-called, jeering playfully as the doctor kissed him. "Git yerself some, Doc." She purred, a harsh laugh in her voice.

[numbertwo]

"I shall get whatever I want, Madame," Pascal said haughtily to Banshee, before winking at her.

"You're just jealous," he added to the queen, sitting back, beckoning Chris over Rozumbrad.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad couldn't help but be amused at Chris's actions. Kid was even more fucked up than he realised.

He put one hand on Chris's rump, pushing him over Brad to the Doctor.