After the Battle

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Quaxo felt the older tom return his kisses and smiled a little, sliding one arm around Munkustrap and pulling him close. "Munk, come on." he whispered into his ear, licking it softly and nuzzling his cheek. "Wake up, darling..." Quaxo ran his comforting paw down the older tom's back once more. Maybe this would wake him.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

"Hmm?" Munkustrap flicked his ear as Quaxo licked it, opening his green-gold eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of all the black and white fur. Black and white usually meant one of three cats, and with this scent (and the kisses)... "Quaxo?" He yawned, covering his mouth with a paw, and then smiled faintly at the little cat. "What time is it?"

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"Early, Munk." Quaxo said quietly, smiling in return and lifting Munkustrap up carefully. The younger tom nuzzled the other's face gently, kissing his cheek softly. "The sun hasn't gone down yet, dear. I think it's nearing dusk, though, Munkustrap." Quaxo pulled away from him and stood, stretching his arms a little. "Did you sleep well, Munky?"

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Munkustrap nodded, brushing kisses along Quaxo's jaw. "Better than yesterday." He ran his paw over Quaxo's back, smiling at the little tuxedo. "Did you stay here the whole time?"

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Quaxo gave a little nod, resting his paws gently on the older tom's cheeks and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I did stay here, Munkustrap." he whispered, pulling Munkustrap into another soft kiss. "I'm glad you slept well, Munky." the young tom murmured, wrapping his arms loosely around Munkustrap.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Munkustrap pulled Quaxo close, wincing slightly as Quaxo's fur brushed against his chest wound. "Thank you for staying." Even though nothing had happened, he had been so out of it, that if something had attacked, Munkustrap probably would have slept right through it. Having Quaxo present meant there was a chance, at least, that he'd be woken up and could take care of the situation.

He was also just glad that Quaxo had stayed.

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[ MUNKUSTRAP IS TOTALLY IN LOVE. ]

Quaxo smiled again, resting one paw on Munkustrap's chin and softly pulling him into a kiss, beaming. "You're welcome, Munkustrap." the young cat said quietly, kissing him quickly once more and sighing. "Nothing happened while you were asleep, dear. I think Macavity was hurt enough to stay away for a few days, if not weeks." Quaxo slid his hand down Munkustrap's uninjured side and rested it on the older tom's hip, grinning at him cutely.

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((NO, HE'S TOTALLY IN DENIAL!))

"I hope so too," Munkustrap said, looking morose at the mention of Macavity. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on Quaxo's. "Another secret just between you and me - I don't like hurting him either. I might hate him, but he is my brother. It makes defending the tribe against him a real bitch."

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Quaxo let out a quiet laugh and moved his head so their noses pressed together softly. "I'm sorry, Munk." he murmured, pecking the other quickly on the lips and pulling away slowly. He moved his paw down to take Munkustrap's in his own, holding it tightly. "Do your injuries feel better now, Munkustrap?" Quaxo asked quietly, smiling at him.

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"They're a bit better," Munkustrap replied, chasing Quaxo's lips for another kiss. He still ached, and it felt like if he tried any sort of strenuous movement, he was going to be in a lot of pain, but Quaxo didn't need to know the details. They were a bit better.

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"Good." Quaxo gently pulled Munkustrap closer and leaned against the wall of the den, holding the older tom close. "I love you, Munkustrap." he said quietly.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

"I know." This seemed to be becoming Munkustrap's usual response for Quaxo's declarations of love. He wished he could give the young tom something more than just acknowledgement, but Munkustrap wasn't ready to respond in kind yet. Instead, he just wound his arms around Quaxo's waist and rested his head on a black shoulder, closing his eyes.

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Quaxo softly pet Munkustrap's fur, resting his own head on top of Munkustrap's. He liked being able to take care of the older tom; it made him feel needed. The young magician planted a soft kiss onto the grey fur on top of his friend's head, rubbing his arm gently and hugging him close. "I know you do," he whispered, pulling away gently and kissing Munkustrap softly on the lips. "Do you want to go outside, Munkustrap?"

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Munkustrap smiled and nodded. "That would be nice. I don't like staying in bed." The only reason he hadn't started complaining or trying to get out on his own was the simple fact that he was asleep most of the time. It's hard to complain when you're unconscious.