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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 9, 2010 17:38:02 GMT -5
He still couldn't get the Macavity scare out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. By then, the scar had faded but he could still feel where the sharp sting of a protracted claw was. And, it was a need of distraction that sent him out.
Victor was compassionate, and Mistoffelees certainly was happy in their odd, open situation, but there'd been a craving. A need to be close to the one who'd never know. The one he could never talk about.
That was why, he was certain, he went to the house he'd frequented a few times before. A loud mewl sounded.
"Tugger, are you around?"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 24, 2010 9:40:01 GMT -5
Tugger was fast asleep. Sprawled naked on his kitty fortress in the front window, soaking in the sun.
Not that that mattered. He probably wouldn't have noticed being called from outside. Unless it was Bomba. Her sex called to him through walls. Right now, he wouldn't even hear the catflap open.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 24, 2010 11:02:15 GMT -5
Mistoffelees offered a groan as he scratched at the door before he scooted around the perimeter. There was one place he could hop up on a ledge. Sure, he could just enter the house, but he didn't want to waste the time if the cat wasn't even there. And so, maybe it was more obnoxious to have him just lying there, in the sun, naked and glorious and beautiful and--
God damn.
Mistoffelees' fingers tingled as he tapped at the glass again, this time more loudly.
"Tugger, wake your damn arse up!" And, maybe because he was feeling particularly vicious, he allowed a small explosion to set off, more like an electric shock, by Tugger's arse.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 25, 2010 19:56:44 GMT -5
Tugger peered up over the window sill, after he had fallen down from his perch.
"You know the flap is open," he said indignantly.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 25, 2010 20:34:55 GMT -5
"... it was more amusing to wake you up this way," Mistoffelees said after a moment's pause before his face disappeared from the outside of the window. A few more moments passed before the sound of the squeak was heard and slight bang as Mistoffelees pushed through then trotted toward his friend.
It was easier than he thought to keep his eyes on Tugger's face, maybe because he knew what he felt for the other was, indeed, love rather than solid lust even if that accompanied everything.
Victor.
He gave a deep exhale. "Your humans around or no? It's really getting obnoxious pretending to be your lady friend." Though really, it wasn't so much. It meant extra snuggles with Tugger, some nuzzling, some licks. It was nice. Always nice.
But then there was that time he was dared to seduce Tugger, and Tugger hadn't even gotten hard when Misto pulled out all the stops.
They'd be electric together, he was certain of it, if he were female.
The smile on his face was absent, sort of a discomfort even though he tried to distract himself.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 25, 2010 20:53:43 GMT -5
"Upstairs," Tugger replied, lounging back. He probably didn't realise what sort of tease he was being, reclining back, legs parted, end of the golden trail shown to the world. He though it would tease Misto with an eyeful if he thought about it, not tease in the other way.
"Aww, don't you want to have my kittens?" Tugger taunted. "I'm sure she upstairs would love the patter of tiny paws. Until they started electrocuting things."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 25, 2010 20:59:48 GMT -5
"Next time I'll aim for your crotch," Mistoffelees said crossly, certainly by that point getting an eyeful, and maybe a bit of a thought. It really would have been better if he were female. ... perfect, really.
The thought was brushed off as he moved next to Tugger, lying on his back as well, one knee brought up with his tail to cover himself for modesty's sake.
"... I'm seeing someone," he said quietly, almost inaudibly. "... just thought you should know."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 25, 2010 21:04:24 GMT -5
Tugger was suddenly leaning over the top of Misto, an insane grin on his face.
"Oooh? Who's the lucky stud? Be careful with your magic though. Don't want and magic anal-babies now, do we? Or do we?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 25, 2010 21:14:29 GMT -5
Despite his normal cool and calm demeanor, Mistoffelees let out a positively high pitched squeak, froze in place, and rouged deeply in the cheeks. He was so startled by their proximity that he couldn't even think of a good retort, or to tell Tugger to shove it. Magical anal babies... Everlasting Cat.
He swallowed before fumbling. "It's... it's an open... relationship... we're trying out." A nervous glance. "Um... um... with... V.. Victor."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 25, 2010 21:19:26 GMT -5
"Victor?" Tugger mused. "Hmm, good choice. Certainly has the abs. Apparently he's a good lay."
He prodded Misto in the chest. "Open? Tisk. Trying to be me, are you?" he asked, grinning.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 25, 2010 22:31:16 GMT -5
"No!" he squeaked. "I'd never... never try to be... to be you. It's just... I wasn't sure if I was ready, and nor was he, because we both lo--like other cats and it's hard to... and..."
He twisted a little bit, sucked in a breath. "And... he is. ... I topped."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 25, 2010 22:36:56 GMT -5
"Hah!" Tugger declared. "It's always the small ones. They seem to be able to top the big guys."
He had no idea how awkward he was making Mistoffelees.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 25, 2010 23:16:56 GMT -5
"Well, more like..." He stalled more. "I just... it means something and... I just... can't right now. I mean..." His chest tightened, and Mistoffelees was thankful for all hell he was keeping himself under control. Took a lot of mind power. Or something. Or...
He shivered beneath the other.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 8:37:23 GMT -5
"Aww, he's embarrassed," Tugger purred. He really didn't know how awkward this was for his friend.
"Either way," he continued, rolling onto his back again. "Would your magic actually be able to make butt babies?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 26, 2010 8:46:29 GMT -5
A little snarl was offered. "What do YOU think?" the small, black cat snipped, thankful for Tugger lying on his back. He felt with that extra separation he could breathe. He'd have more clarity not seeing the other so close, not inhaling that deep scent. Tugger didn't mean it, Mistoffelees was certain. His friend could be a dick at times, but he never was deliberately cruel. Not to him. There was a difference between the types of teasing. But if Tugger were to find out...
He couldn't let that happen.
Never.
"If I wanted kittens, I'd magically find a way to make myself female," he muttered.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 9:02:36 GMT -5
Tugger gave Misto as sidelong glance. "You can do that?" he asked. "Cause then you could really creep out people if you don't even have a consistent gender." He said this as though it were a good thing.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 26, 2010 9:16:42 GMT -5
Mistoffelees gave a sour expression before he shrugged and looked to the ceiling. "I don't know. I haven't tried it. I'd be scared of not going back." An uncomfortable shift was given then. "I mean, if it even worked. And I'm not sure I'd want to be a queen, you know? I mean... Victor's bi, but still. I don't really know anyone who'd want me more as a queen."
Oh, but he could think of someone. Someone who was golden, and hairy, and the most infuriating tom on the face of the planet who he couldn't love anyone better than.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 9:28:48 GMT -5
"Well, if you didn't get stuck, it would certainly add variety to the bedroom." He paused. "You'd almost be doable as a queen. Bit short, but you might have good tits."
He expected a disgusted response from Misto. Repulsion at Tugger doing him.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 26, 2010 9:42:15 GMT -5
There was a pause, maybe a bit too long as Mistoffelees thought about it. "Almost doable?" Might have good tits?! It was almost better not thinking about a night with the cat, to accept that Tugger didn't like him due to his sex, but that? That was adding insult to injury.
What was he expecting? Tugger was the most vain tom in existence. Misto was petit, for lack of any other word. Everything about him was little. He always wore long sleeves to hide the scars save for in human company, and even then there was a discomfort. He would walk with his limbs in certain ways, not allow himself to sprawl out but rather curl up instead. He was certain Tugger had to have noticed them before, but in his own way, Mistoffelees was certain that Tugger wouldn't make a comment about them. It'd be pushing their friendship too far.
Just like the train of thought.
"Heh..." A soft mutter as Mistoffelees rolled on his side, curling up a little, back to Tugger. "Didn't realize I was that hideous."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 21:49:19 GMT -5
"I didn't say you were hideous, just the wrong gender. You are already kind of girly," he added. "But maybe if you changed, you'd end up the opposite and be a butch queen."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 26, 2010 21:53:38 GMT -5
"I'd hope not," Mistoffelees muttered, mood still a little soured as he exhaled, not willing to turn and look at his friend. "And no, you didn't say I was just the wrong gender. You said if I were a queen I'd be almost doable. That's even hypothetical. If it doesn't mean hideous, what does it mean?"
A deeper sigh.
"Fuck it." He rolled so he sat upright.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 21:58:35 GMT -5
"It means if you were a queen, you'd be a queen, so doable," Tugger said simply. "Except in the case of alcohol. Then everyone's doable."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 26, 2010 22:12:01 GMT -5
"Ugh, you're insufferable. Truly." Yes, yes, Misto. That's right. Bring out the insults. Bring out something to hide the hurt. Bring out something so Tugger would never suspect it.
"It's really sad that you'd stoop to just getting off. Honestly. And God, I still can't believe you snogged Plato." And a bit more than that.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 22:17:48 GMT -5
"So I did?" Tugger asked. "I can't really remember how much of that night was real. All fuzzy. Still, I plead drunk to the charges."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 26, 2010 22:29:10 GMT -5
"Oh. You were drunk. He was giving you the most terrible lap dance of the century, though in his defense it was intentionally bad, and then pretty much you got a hand job. I ended up in just my underwear but I'm pretty sure I didn't get any, and I don't consider Bombalurina smothering her in her generous bosom getting some, ugh. Oh, and Plato and Alonzo were... doing things. But I fell asleep a bit." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Whatever happened to your brother and that queen? I completely forgot they left the party early."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 22:45:41 GMT -5
Tugger glowered. "They went back and did it," he muttered angrily.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 26, 2010 23:46:06 GMT -5
"They did?" He blinked for a moment.
"... I thought you'd be congratulatory? No? Haven't you been saying for the past... how many years... that Munkustrap needs to get laid?"
And curiosity. Then a sort of answer.
"She turned you down, didn't she?"
He could have smirked at that.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 26, 2010 23:59:39 GMT -5
"No," Tugger spat. "Munkus would be fine getting some, if she wasn't such a slut."
"She used him, I know. Trying to get close. She had the mark!" he hissed.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 27, 2010 0:03:43 GMT -5
He was momentarily taken aback. Tugger was never one to be so violent in regards to queens. And, with that, he found his lips opening and closing. "That mark?" he asked, a little stunned. A shaky breath.
"Do.." He sucked in a tiny breath. "... do... you think she has anything to do with... you know... when we saw... that day... you know?" The fur on the back of his neck rose and he felt himself sucking his stomach in. "And Munkustrap's really not doing anything? Truly?"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 27, 2010 0:11:31 GMT -5
"I don't know," Tugger said. "But he believed her sob story."
Tugger had at first. But the more he thought about it, the more over the top it sounded.
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