abduction.

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Munkustrap looked at Quaxo, turned his face into the paw stroking his cheek, and then leaned forward to kiss the smaller cat, bringing his paws up to hold Quaxo's head still.

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Quaxo returned the kiss carefully, his paws resting gently on the older tom's back as he held him close. He smiled into the kiss, running his tongue slowly along Munkustrap's lower lip and leaning back against the wall, his eyes closing. Quaxo made a tiny whimper in the back of his throat, grinning cutely.

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Munkustrap closed his eyes as he deepened the kiss, letting himself mostly sag against Quaxo. He wasn't in any condition to do more than kiss Quaxo, but, right now, he needed Quaxo's affection. His paws fell away from Quaxo's cheeks. One ended up on Quaxo's shoulder, the other was on his chest.

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Quaxo pulled away from the kiss after a moment and gently rested Munkustrap's head against his chest. He pet the older tom's fur softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. "Munkustrap, sweetie, do you hurt too much?" he asked, still running that comforting paw against his friend's back.

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"Not when you do that," Munkustrap answered, nuzzling into Quaxo's fur. "Thank you."

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"Just for you, sweetie." Quaxo whispered, caressing the other tom's face and lifting his chin to peck him gently on the lips. "Just be glad you didn't wake up in the nursery today, dear. It was very crowded in there last night... you and me included, it would have been Plato, Jelly, all of the kittens, you, me, and Tumble." Quaxo let out a quiet laugh and sat up a little more, hugging him tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay, though, Munk."

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"Tumble?" Munkustrap frowned. "Is Tumble all right? He didn't seem injured..." His frown deepened. "Come to think of it... is Tumble okay with you? What about Plato? Macavity did tell them who you were..."

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Quaxo shook his head and looked down to Munkustrap. "Tumble's fine. He wanted to stay with Plato." he said quietly, gently kissing him on the lips once more, trying to get that frown to go away. "I don't know if me and Tumble are gonna be alright. He seems like he doesn't trust me anymore."

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"I can't say I blame him," Munkustrap said, tugging Quaxo down for another kiss. "Every Jellicle has been raised to hate Macavity, just as every Monnik has been raised to hate Jellicles. Neither side seems to know what to make of the cats in between, the ones like us. I'll try to talk with him and Plato, though, and see if I can get them to at least not spread the news around, if not trust you again."

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Quaxo gave a little nod and ran his paw across the older tom's cheek. He smiled sweetly at Munkustrap and softly pecked his lips. "Thank you, Munkustrap," he murmured, rubbing the older tom's back gently and nuzzling him. "I feel bad, though, Munk. You're hurt, Plato's hurt..."

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"Hurt can be healed," Munkustrap said, resting his head against Quaxo's shoulder again. "Dead can't be. It's better we're hurt than you're dead. And besides," Munkustrap angled a smile up at Quaxo. "What sort of guardians would we be if we picked and chose who to guard?"

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Quaxo smirked down at Munkustrap and nodded slowly. "You're silly," he whispered, tapping the older tom's nose gently and leaning down to kiss it quickly. "But yes, I suppose you're right. I just wish that you two didn't have to be hurt. I don't like seeing cats hurt..." He frowned, sighing quietly and hugging Munkustrap closer.

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"Neither do I," Munkustrap said, reaching up to return the embrace. "But sometimes, it can't be helped." He nuzzled Quaxo's chin. "All Macavity had to do was turn you over, and we would have left peacefully."

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"Did you honestly think he would turn me over so easily?" Quaxo asked quietly, closing his eyes and letting his head rest on top of Munkustrap's gently. "He's Macavity. He doesn't do that kind of thing. He wanted me dead, and he wasn't going to give me up willingly."

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"No, but it was worth a shot. Macavity does have a tendency to do the unexpected." Munkustrap reached up for Quaxo and turned his face down, kissing him softly. "I'm sorry." He knew how it felt to find out your father wanted you dead - it was one thing to suspect it, something else entirely to have him throw it in your face.