Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 9, 2007 3:48:22 GMT -5
((Characters: Munkustrap, Quaxo
Thread Summary: Munkustrap lets Quaxo know that there is A queen expecting his kittens, but he doesn't say which one it is. They then engage in crazy kitty sex.))
"Quaxo?" Munkustrap followed the tuxedo cat away from Rumpleteazer and Etcetera, who were arguing over Tugger's annoyingness versus his beauty. "Do you have a minute?"
Quaxo turned his head from the tunnel where he'd been heading and gave Munkustrap a little smile. "Of course," the young tom said, turning completely and resting his paws on his hips. Quaxo flashed a bigger smile and moved a step toward Munkustrap, gently nuzzling his cheek. "What is it?"
Munkustrap placed his paws over Quaxo's and smiled, brushing a kiss against his lips. "Let's go inside to talk."
"Alright." Quaxo agreed, holding onto Munkustrap's paw and leading him inside the tunnel. He sat in the cove indian-style, resting his paws on the ground in front of him and grinning at the older tabby expectantly.
Munkustrap sat down behind Quaxo, wrapping his arms around the little black cat and drawing him back into his lap. "I've been thinking," he said, nuzzling Quaxo's throat. "About us."
Quaxo smiled wider and returned the little nuzzle, resting his paws against Munkustrap's chest and looking at him. "Oh have you?" he whispered, gently pressing a kiss to the tabby's cheek. "And what exactly have you been thinking?"
Munkustrap looked a bit uncomfortable. "Well... I was thinking about having a family someday. Kittens. And... we can't, really, seeing as how we're both toms."
"... oh." Quaxo frowned suddenly and pushed himself away from Munkustrap, pulling himself out of Munkustrap's grasp and sitting on the other side of the cove. "... does that mean...?" He gave the older tom a sad look, his bottom lip quivering slightly.
"It doesn't mean I'm rejecting you," Munkustrap was quick to reassure Quaxo, reaching for him as he moved away. "I was just... just wondering how upset you'd be if one of the queens had kittens. My kittens."
Quaxo gave Munkustrap a suspicious glare, moving out of the reach of the older tom. "Who is it?" he asked simply, crossing his arms over his chest childishly and curling up, his tail wrapping around his legs as well. "... and... how would you not be rejecting me if you had kittens with another cat?"
Munkustrap looked up at the ceiling of the cove. "Well, what if I sort of got her pregnant before I knew you liked me?" He wasn't naming any names, but he didn't want to wait too long to tell Quaxo, at least. Quaxo could be reasonable, if given time. Demeter would just be scary. "That's not rejecting you, is it?"
"I... guess not." Quaxo sighed, crawling slowly back over to Munkustrap and nestling his face beneath his chin. "Who is it, though, Munk?" the younger tom asked quietly, playing with strands of fur on Munkustrap's chest and sliding his arm tightly around his waist. "Just... tell me. I-I'll try to accept it."
Munkustrap smiled, relieved that Quaxo wasn't trying to kill him, and rewrapped his arms around Quaxo's back, holding him close. "She actually asked me not to tell anyone until she's gotten some sleep and talked to me about this... but I thought you deserved to know."
Quaxo nodded a little and leaned up to gently kiss Munkustrap's cheek. "Thank you," he murmured, nuzzling his cheek softly. "I'm glad you told me before... well, before I found out from someone else. Rumors or something." He turned Munkustrap's face toward him and gently kissed him softly. "What are you going to do about the queen, though?" He really wanted to know who it was...
"Well, I guess I'm going to be a father." Munkustrap smiled faintly. "You'll have cousins. Possibly." He shrugged. "We're actually not sure if they're mine," (or, rather, Munk wasn't sure, and Bomba hadn't said anything), "but even so, I'm going to claim them until we know otherwise." He stroked his paw over Quaxo's head fur. "Demeter's probably going to throw a fit when she finds out that I'm expecting kittens, but not with her," and that was a clue about the identity - NOT DEMETER!, "so I offered her a place in my den if she ever felt threatened." Surely Demeter wouldn't be so bold as to attack Bomba in front of Munkustrap. "I was hoping you'd be more reasonable than Deme."
Quaxo purred quietly, having noted the fact that it wasn't Demeter. Good, he thought. This way, she didn't have that to hold over his head for claims on Munkustrap. The only thing she really had was his fighting Macavity for her, and... well, he'd done that for Quaxo, now, as well. Quaxo lifted his head slowly and grinned at Munkustrap, kissing his cheek. "Well, I'll try my hardest to accept them... I just hope they're not quite as loud as Etcy..." Quaxo let out a little laugh.
Munkustrap laughed too. "I agree. Much as I love Etcy... more kittens like her would be horrific... and can you picture how she'd act around them?" He shook his head. "No, I'm hoping they're quieter, like Jemima."
"More quiet kittens would be fantastic." Quaxo said quietly, nodding slowly and pecking his cheek. "I hope there's more than just one litter of kittens, though, Munk. I really like them..." He giggled quietly and leaning over, kissing Munkustrap softly on the lips.
Munkustrap slid his paws down Quaxo's back, holding the kiss for a moment before nodding and smiling. "The litters these past few years have been small, and the winters hard. More kittens would be good for the tribe's health."
Quaxo slowly ran his paws down Munkustrap's sides, rubbing his hips gently and staring into his eyes with a nod. "I've only been here long enough to see one spring of kittens." he murmured, nuzzling his cheek. "That was Etcy's litter and all." He smiled.
"Three kittens," Munkustrap replied. "And we found Pouncival. The year before... Victoria's the only survivor." That had been a horrible, horrible winter, with food shortages and too much snow for the house cats to make it to the junkyard with any sort of relief. Tugger had managed to show up halfway through, almost half again as big as he usually was from all the blown snow that clung to his fur, but he had been too late to save Victoria's littermates. Munkustrap closed his eyes in remembrance. "Hopefully, this winter isn't so bad." He couldn't imagine losing Etcetera, Electra, Jemima, or Pouncival.
"I'm sure it won't be. We can't keep having bad winters forever, you know?" Quaxo murmured, gently stroking the side of Munkustrap's face and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'm sure we'll have lots and lots of good, healthy kittens this year." Hopefully. "I can try to help keep the newborns warm when they're born. I think I can figure out how to make heat."
Munkustrap smiled, kissing Quaxo. "You really are something else, you know that?" He leaned back slightly to look at Quaxo from ears to waist (and that's where Quaxo's folded legs obscured the rest of the sight). "Another thing, though, about your magic... I'd appreciate some sort of warning if you're going to just appear next to me. Macavity always was quite fond of teleporting himself around silently."
Quaxo smiled in return at Munkustrap, hugging him tightly around his neck and pecking his lips softly. "I am?" he asked quietly, nuzzling his cheek. "How so?" Quaxo listened to Munkustrap's other words and giggled, giving a little nod. "I'm sorry, Munk." he whispered. "I'll try to give more warning next time. Maybe I'll just appear behind someone else so you can see me before having a heart attack."
"That would work." Munkustrap murmured, drawing Quaxo close for another kiss. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
"I'm sorry for frightening you earlier," Quaxo whispered, gently pressing his lips against the older tom's and closing his eyes. He pulled away after a moment and moved down, pressing a little kiss to his neck.
"And I'm sorry for taking a swipe at you," Munkustrap said, purring as he lifted his chin for Quaxo. "Etcy and Teazer were making a ruckus right before you showed up."
Quaxo pulled away, looking into Munkustrap's eyes for a second. "Oh, were they?" he asked, smirking. "I guess that's what woke me up. I thought I heard screaming. I thought it might have been in my naughty little dream, though." He gave a wink and went back to pressing gentle kisses and nips to Munkustrap's neck.
"Naughty little dream?" Munkustrap echoed, sounding interested. "About what?" He rubbed lightly at the back of Quaxo's neck, smiling from the kisses and attention.
"Oh... just you... and me," Quaxo whispered, sliding a paw down Munkustrap's chest. "In some very... compromising positions." He moved up, nipping gently at Munkustrap's ear and moving closer to his chest.
"Mmm..." Munkustrap flicked his ear and closed his eyes, sliding one paw down to the base of Quaxo's tail and just holding it there, barely giving any contact. "How compromising is very compromising?"
Quaxo gently pushed Munkustrap onto his back, leaning over him with a cute smile on his face. "Very compromising." he purred, licking Munkustrap's chin softly. "Do you remember how compromising our positions were a few nights ago? ... this was better."
"It was a dream," Munkustrap replied, his smile holding traces of mischief. "How could it possibly have been better than a few nights ago?" He flicked his paw lightly across the base of Quaxo's tail, teasing the smaller tom with brief touches.
Quaxo let out a quiet purr and closed his eyes, leaning down to kiss Munkustrap softly. "It just... was." he whispered, nuzzling him. "You had me... tied up to my tunnel and you were making me feel so wonderful, Munk..."
"Tied up?" Munkustrap raised an eyebrow, having not expected that particular revelation. "You want me to tie you up?"
"Mm..." Quaxo nodded slowly and kissed him again, resting his paw behind the older tom's head and holding the kiss for a while. After he pulled away, he slid his paw down Munkustrap's side.
Munkustrap moved his paws to Quaxo's hips, rubbing the dark fur there. "And after I've tied you up?"
Quaxo's immediate blush showed greatly through his white fur. "... I'm not telling," he said in an embarrassed voice, burying his face in Munkustrap's chest and giggling quietly. "It was naughty."
Munkustrap laughed, reaching up to tug Quaxo down for a kiss. "Oh, come on. You're a Monnik, I'm a Monnik, we're all naughty in here."
"No!" Quaxo giggled, still blushing a bright red. "It's embarrassing. I'm not telling, Munky." Quaxo paused, smirking at his friend's words. "Maybe I should start calling you Ritzy, since we're being our Monnik selves again... nah, I like Munky better. It's cuter." Quaxo pecked his lips and smiled.
"Gah..." Munkustrap closed his eyes and grimaced. "Only Tugger could get away with calling me Ritzy, and even he knows better than to do that anymore." Releasing Quaxo, he lightly brushed his paws down the line between white and black fur, heading toward Quaxo's groin. "Come on, Mirza. I promise I won't tell anyone else..."
Quaxo gently stroked Munkustrap's cheek, kissing his forehead and grinning at him. "You had a whip." he murmured, cupping Munkustrap's face in his paw and kissing him softly on the lips. "You were telling me exactly how naughty I'd been, and how you were going to punish me." Quaxo blushed again, burying his face in Munkustrap's chest again.
"Hmm..." Munkustrap looked thoughtful as he brought his paws around to stroke Quaxo's back. "I don't think I could handle a whip..." Sometimes, human hands were better than cat paws, "But I could still," he lightly trailed claws down Quaxo's spine, "punish you."
~Insert Crazier Cat Sex Here~
"Munkustrap!" Quaxo gasped heavily, grabbing him and pulling him up so their faces were level. He giggled quietly and kissed him softly on the lips, sliding his arms around Munkustrap tightly. "You're so naughty."
"I'm naughty?" Munkustrap asked, grinning down at Quaxo. "Look who's talking!" In all honesty, Munkustrap wasn't really up for more activities - his injuries were aching again (and making him wish he was healed for not the first time).
Quaxo pecked his lips again and giggled quietly. "Shush, you." he murmured, nuzzling his cheek. He pushed Munkustrap onto his back, gently running his paws across the other tom's injuries. He knew they had to be hurting him, especially since he'd gotten more injuries since the last time they'd done this, and it was bound to hurt even worse than it had before.
Munkustrap ran his paw down Quaxo's back and toyed with his tail, purring faintly at the caresses.
"You're such a beautiful tom, Munkustrap." Quaxo whispered, lifting Munkustrap up and running his paws slowly down his back. He slid his arms around the tabby's waist, moving behind him and pulling Munkustrap into his lap.
"Tabbies are a dime a dozen," Munkustrap murmured, leaning back to kiss Quaxo. "Little tuxedoed magic cats, though... those are true beauties."
Quaxo blushed again, returning the kiss and running his paw across the other's cheek. "You're just saying that," he murmured modestly.
"I'm serious," Munkustrap replied. "You're gorgeous."
"Thank you, Munk." Quaxo whispered, hugging him tightly and kissing him. "But I'm serious, too. You're beautiful." He pulled Munkustrap into a soft kiss again, nuzzling him.
Munkustrap returned the kiss, purring as he settled against Quaxo's chest. It felt a little odd that Quaxo was holding him, instead of the other way around. Munkustrap was usually the one wrapped around his lover, with the only exception having been Tugger, who was a bigger cat, anyway.
Quaxo rubbed Munkustrap's arm gently with one paw, the other moving up to stroke at the older tom's head. "Are you comfortable, sweetie?" he asked the tabby carefully, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurting anymore. "Your wounds don't hurt anymore... right?"
"Not right now," Munkustrap answered. "You make a comfortable seat."
"Er, I'm going to take that as a compliment." Quaxo said with a giggle, pecking Munkustrap's nose and hugging him tightly. "Love you."
"It was meant as one." Munkustrap closed his eyes, resting his head on Quaxo's shoulders. "I do love you, Quaxo."
Quaxo rested his head on top of the tabby's and closed his eyes. "I'm glad you do, Munky." he murmured.
"Don't call me that," Munkustrap muttered. "It's almost as bad as Ritzy."
"Munky Munky Munky," Quaxo giggled, pressing his lips against Munkustrap's forehead. "... Ritzy Ritzy Ritzy." He turned Munkustrap's chin upward and pecked his lips softly. "You know I like to torture you, right?"
"If you call me Ritzy in public, I will slice your stomach open and hang you by your entrails," Munkustrap said. "If you call me Ritzy around Tugger, I will tell him all about Mirza."
Quaxo's eyes widened a little. "Er... Munk, you wouldn't really do that, would you?" he whimpered. "... you wouldn't really hang me by my guts, would you?" He giggled at the last statement. "Well... if he accepted you being a Monnik and the brother of Macavity, I'm pretty sure he'd accept me being a Monnik and the son of Macavity."
"I would," Munkustrap answered. "And I have no doubt that he'd accept you - Tugger would accept you simply because you're a Monnik and related to Macavity and therefore, as Deuteronomy's son, he's supposed to hate you... you know how he is. However, Tugger has a wonderful knack for finding ways to get under your skin, such as calling you Ritzy, or trying to officially change your name to Aphrodite. I would laugh to see what he comes up with to torment you."
"Aphrodite?" Quaxo asked, tilting his head to the side. "Mm. I don't wanna know. Promise I won't call you Ritzy unless we're alone." He smiled, pecking Munkustrap's lips again and hugging him tightly. "Munky, I'm sleepy."
"Don't call me Munky either," Munkustrap grumbled. "Get some sleep, Quaxo. I'll be here, in case you dream."
Quaxo laughed a little and nuzzled his cheek softly, then curled up on a pillow. He closed his eyes, wrapping his tail around himself and yawned. "I love you, Ritzy." he whispered, smirking.
Munkustrap curled up next to Quaxo, draping an arm and his tail over the smaller cat. "I love you too, Mizzy
Thread Summary: Munkustrap lets Quaxo know that there is A queen expecting his kittens, but he doesn't say which one it is. They then engage in crazy kitty sex.))
"Quaxo?" Munkustrap followed the tuxedo cat away from Rumpleteazer and Etcetera, who were arguing over Tugger's annoyingness versus his beauty. "Do you have a minute?"
Quaxo turned his head from the tunnel where he'd been heading and gave Munkustrap a little smile. "Of course," the young tom said, turning completely and resting his paws on his hips. Quaxo flashed a bigger smile and moved a step toward Munkustrap, gently nuzzling his cheek. "What is it?"
Munkustrap placed his paws over Quaxo's and smiled, brushing a kiss against his lips. "Let's go inside to talk."
"Alright." Quaxo agreed, holding onto Munkustrap's paw and leading him inside the tunnel. He sat in the cove indian-style, resting his paws on the ground in front of him and grinning at the older tabby expectantly.
Munkustrap sat down behind Quaxo, wrapping his arms around the little black cat and drawing him back into his lap. "I've been thinking," he said, nuzzling Quaxo's throat. "About us."
Quaxo smiled wider and returned the little nuzzle, resting his paws against Munkustrap's chest and looking at him. "Oh have you?" he whispered, gently pressing a kiss to the tabby's cheek. "And what exactly have you been thinking?"
Munkustrap looked a bit uncomfortable. "Well... I was thinking about having a family someday. Kittens. And... we can't, really, seeing as how we're both toms."
"... oh." Quaxo frowned suddenly and pushed himself away from Munkustrap, pulling himself out of Munkustrap's grasp and sitting on the other side of the cove. "... does that mean...?" He gave the older tom a sad look, his bottom lip quivering slightly.
"It doesn't mean I'm rejecting you," Munkustrap was quick to reassure Quaxo, reaching for him as he moved away. "I was just... just wondering how upset you'd be if one of the queens had kittens. My kittens."
Quaxo gave Munkustrap a suspicious glare, moving out of the reach of the older tom. "Who is it?" he asked simply, crossing his arms over his chest childishly and curling up, his tail wrapping around his legs as well. "... and... how would you not be rejecting me if you had kittens with another cat?"
Munkustrap looked up at the ceiling of the cove. "Well, what if I sort of got her pregnant before I knew you liked me?" He wasn't naming any names, but he didn't want to wait too long to tell Quaxo, at least. Quaxo could be reasonable, if given time. Demeter would just be scary. "That's not rejecting you, is it?"
"I... guess not." Quaxo sighed, crawling slowly back over to Munkustrap and nestling his face beneath his chin. "Who is it, though, Munk?" the younger tom asked quietly, playing with strands of fur on Munkustrap's chest and sliding his arm tightly around his waist. "Just... tell me. I-I'll try to accept it."
Munkustrap smiled, relieved that Quaxo wasn't trying to kill him, and rewrapped his arms around Quaxo's back, holding him close. "She actually asked me not to tell anyone until she's gotten some sleep and talked to me about this... but I thought you deserved to know."
Quaxo nodded a little and leaned up to gently kiss Munkustrap's cheek. "Thank you," he murmured, nuzzling his cheek softly. "I'm glad you told me before... well, before I found out from someone else. Rumors or something." He turned Munkustrap's face toward him and gently kissed him softly. "What are you going to do about the queen, though?" He really wanted to know who it was...
"Well, I guess I'm going to be a father." Munkustrap smiled faintly. "You'll have cousins. Possibly." He shrugged. "We're actually not sure if they're mine," (or, rather, Munk wasn't sure, and Bomba hadn't said anything), "but even so, I'm going to claim them until we know otherwise." He stroked his paw over Quaxo's head fur. "Demeter's probably going to throw a fit when she finds out that I'm expecting kittens, but not with her," and that was a clue about the identity - NOT DEMETER!, "so I offered her a place in my den if she ever felt threatened." Surely Demeter wouldn't be so bold as to attack Bomba in front of Munkustrap. "I was hoping you'd be more reasonable than Deme."
Quaxo purred quietly, having noted the fact that it wasn't Demeter. Good, he thought. This way, she didn't have that to hold over his head for claims on Munkustrap. The only thing she really had was his fighting Macavity for her, and... well, he'd done that for Quaxo, now, as well. Quaxo lifted his head slowly and grinned at Munkustrap, kissing his cheek. "Well, I'll try my hardest to accept them... I just hope they're not quite as loud as Etcy..." Quaxo let out a little laugh.
Munkustrap laughed too. "I agree. Much as I love Etcy... more kittens like her would be horrific... and can you picture how she'd act around them?" He shook his head. "No, I'm hoping they're quieter, like Jemima."
"More quiet kittens would be fantastic." Quaxo said quietly, nodding slowly and pecking his cheek. "I hope there's more than just one litter of kittens, though, Munk. I really like them..." He giggled quietly and leaning over, kissing Munkustrap softly on the lips.
Munkustrap slid his paws down Quaxo's back, holding the kiss for a moment before nodding and smiling. "The litters these past few years have been small, and the winters hard. More kittens would be good for the tribe's health."
Quaxo slowly ran his paws down Munkustrap's sides, rubbing his hips gently and staring into his eyes with a nod. "I've only been here long enough to see one spring of kittens." he murmured, nuzzling his cheek. "That was Etcy's litter and all." He smiled.
"Three kittens," Munkustrap replied. "And we found Pouncival. The year before... Victoria's the only survivor." That had been a horrible, horrible winter, with food shortages and too much snow for the house cats to make it to the junkyard with any sort of relief. Tugger had managed to show up halfway through, almost half again as big as he usually was from all the blown snow that clung to his fur, but he had been too late to save Victoria's littermates. Munkustrap closed his eyes in remembrance. "Hopefully, this winter isn't so bad." He couldn't imagine losing Etcetera, Electra, Jemima, or Pouncival.
"I'm sure it won't be. We can't keep having bad winters forever, you know?" Quaxo murmured, gently stroking the side of Munkustrap's face and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'm sure we'll have lots and lots of good, healthy kittens this year." Hopefully. "I can try to help keep the newborns warm when they're born. I think I can figure out how to make heat."
Munkustrap smiled, kissing Quaxo. "You really are something else, you know that?" He leaned back slightly to look at Quaxo from ears to waist (and that's where Quaxo's folded legs obscured the rest of the sight). "Another thing, though, about your magic... I'd appreciate some sort of warning if you're going to just appear next to me. Macavity always was quite fond of teleporting himself around silently."
Quaxo smiled in return at Munkustrap, hugging him tightly around his neck and pecking his lips softly. "I am?" he asked quietly, nuzzling his cheek. "How so?" Quaxo listened to Munkustrap's other words and giggled, giving a little nod. "I'm sorry, Munk." he whispered. "I'll try to give more warning next time. Maybe I'll just appear behind someone else so you can see me before having a heart attack."
"That would work." Munkustrap murmured, drawing Quaxo close for another kiss. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
"I'm sorry for frightening you earlier," Quaxo whispered, gently pressing his lips against the older tom's and closing his eyes. He pulled away after a moment and moved down, pressing a little kiss to his neck.
"And I'm sorry for taking a swipe at you," Munkustrap said, purring as he lifted his chin for Quaxo. "Etcy and Teazer were making a ruckus right before you showed up."
Quaxo pulled away, looking into Munkustrap's eyes for a second. "Oh, were they?" he asked, smirking. "I guess that's what woke me up. I thought I heard screaming. I thought it might have been in my naughty little dream, though." He gave a wink and went back to pressing gentle kisses and nips to Munkustrap's neck.
"Naughty little dream?" Munkustrap echoed, sounding interested. "About what?" He rubbed lightly at the back of Quaxo's neck, smiling from the kisses and attention.
"Oh... just you... and me," Quaxo whispered, sliding a paw down Munkustrap's chest. "In some very... compromising positions." He moved up, nipping gently at Munkustrap's ear and moving closer to his chest.
"Mmm..." Munkustrap flicked his ear and closed his eyes, sliding one paw down to the base of Quaxo's tail and just holding it there, barely giving any contact. "How compromising is very compromising?"
Quaxo gently pushed Munkustrap onto his back, leaning over him with a cute smile on his face. "Very compromising." he purred, licking Munkustrap's chin softly. "Do you remember how compromising our positions were a few nights ago? ... this was better."
"It was a dream," Munkustrap replied, his smile holding traces of mischief. "How could it possibly have been better than a few nights ago?" He flicked his paw lightly across the base of Quaxo's tail, teasing the smaller tom with brief touches.
Quaxo let out a quiet purr and closed his eyes, leaning down to kiss Munkustrap softly. "It just... was." he whispered, nuzzling him. "You had me... tied up to my tunnel and you were making me feel so wonderful, Munk..."
"Tied up?" Munkustrap raised an eyebrow, having not expected that particular revelation. "You want me to tie you up?"
"Mm..." Quaxo nodded slowly and kissed him again, resting his paw behind the older tom's head and holding the kiss for a while. After he pulled away, he slid his paw down Munkustrap's side.
Munkustrap moved his paws to Quaxo's hips, rubbing the dark fur there. "And after I've tied you up?"
Quaxo's immediate blush showed greatly through his white fur. "... I'm not telling," he said in an embarrassed voice, burying his face in Munkustrap's chest and giggling quietly. "It was naughty."
Munkustrap laughed, reaching up to tug Quaxo down for a kiss. "Oh, come on. You're a Monnik, I'm a Monnik, we're all naughty in here."
"No!" Quaxo giggled, still blushing a bright red. "It's embarrassing. I'm not telling, Munky." Quaxo paused, smirking at his friend's words. "Maybe I should start calling you Ritzy, since we're being our Monnik selves again... nah, I like Munky better. It's cuter." Quaxo pecked his lips and smiled.
"Gah..." Munkustrap closed his eyes and grimaced. "Only Tugger could get away with calling me Ritzy, and even he knows better than to do that anymore." Releasing Quaxo, he lightly brushed his paws down the line between white and black fur, heading toward Quaxo's groin. "Come on, Mirza. I promise I won't tell anyone else..."
Quaxo gently stroked Munkustrap's cheek, kissing his forehead and grinning at him. "You had a whip." he murmured, cupping Munkustrap's face in his paw and kissing him softly on the lips. "You were telling me exactly how naughty I'd been, and how you were going to punish me." Quaxo blushed again, burying his face in Munkustrap's chest again.
"Hmm..." Munkustrap looked thoughtful as he brought his paws around to stroke Quaxo's back. "I don't think I could handle a whip..." Sometimes, human hands were better than cat paws, "But I could still," he lightly trailed claws down Quaxo's spine, "punish you."
~Insert Crazier Cat Sex Here~
"Munkustrap!" Quaxo gasped heavily, grabbing him and pulling him up so their faces were level. He giggled quietly and kissed him softly on the lips, sliding his arms around Munkustrap tightly. "You're so naughty."
"I'm naughty?" Munkustrap asked, grinning down at Quaxo. "Look who's talking!" In all honesty, Munkustrap wasn't really up for more activities - his injuries were aching again (and making him wish he was healed for not the first time).
Quaxo pecked his lips again and giggled quietly. "Shush, you." he murmured, nuzzling his cheek. He pushed Munkustrap onto his back, gently running his paws across the other tom's injuries. He knew they had to be hurting him, especially since he'd gotten more injuries since the last time they'd done this, and it was bound to hurt even worse than it had before.
Munkustrap ran his paw down Quaxo's back and toyed with his tail, purring faintly at the caresses.
"You're such a beautiful tom, Munkustrap." Quaxo whispered, lifting Munkustrap up and running his paws slowly down his back. He slid his arms around the tabby's waist, moving behind him and pulling Munkustrap into his lap.
"Tabbies are a dime a dozen," Munkustrap murmured, leaning back to kiss Quaxo. "Little tuxedoed magic cats, though... those are true beauties."
Quaxo blushed again, returning the kiss and running his paw across the other's cheek. "You're just saying that," he murmured modestly.
"I'm serious," Munkustrap replied. "You're gorgeous."
"Thank you, Munk." Quaxo whispered, hugging him tightly and kissing him. "But I'm serious, too. You're beautiful." He pulled Munkustrap into a soft kiss again, nuzzling him.
Munkustrap returned the kiss, purring as he settled against Quaxo's chest. It felt a little odd that Quaxo was holding him, instead of the other way around. Munkustrap was usually the one wrapped around his lover, with the only exception having been Tugger, who was a bigger cat, anyway.
Quaxo rubbed Munkustrap's arm gently with one paw, the other moving up to stroke at the older tom's head. "Are you comfortable, sweetie?" he asked the tabby carefully, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurting anymore. "Your wounds don't hurt anymore... right?"
"Not right now," Munkustrap answered. "You make a comfortable seat."
"Er, I'm going to take that as a compliment." Quaxo said with a giggle, pecking Munkustrap's nose and hugging him tightly. "Love you."
"It was meant as one." Munkustrap closed his eyes, resting his head on Quaxo's shoulders. "I do love you, Quaxo."
Quaxo rested his head on top of the tabby's and closed his eyes. "I'm glad you do, Munky." he murmured.
"Don't call me that," Munkustrap muttered. "It's almost as bad as Ritzy."
"Munky Munky Munky," Quaxo giggled, pressing his lips against Munkustrap's forehead. "... Ritzy Ritzy Ritzy." He turned Munkustrap's chin upward and pecked his lips softly. "You know I like to torture you, right?"
"If you call me Ritzy in public, I will slice your stomach open and hang you by your entrails," Munkustrap said. "If you call me Ritzy around Tugger, I will tell him all about Mirza."
Quaxo's eyes widened a little. "Er... Munk, you wouldn't really do that, would you?" he whimpered. "... you wouldn't really hang me by my guts, would you?" He giggled at the last statement. "Well... if he accepted you being a Monnik and the brother of Macavity, I'm pretty sure he'd accept me being a Monnik and the son of Macavity."
"I would," Munkustrap answered. "And I have no doubt that he'd accept you - Tugger would accept you simply because you're a Monnik and related to Macavity and therefore, as Deuteronomy's son, he's supposed to hate you... you know how he is. However, Tugger has a wonderful knack for finding ways to get under your skin, such as calling you Ritzy, or trying to officially change your name to Aphrodite. I would laugh to see what he comes up with to torment you."
"Aphrodite?" Quaxo asked, tilting his head to the side. "Mm. I don't wanna know. Promise I won't call you Ritzy unless we're alone." He smiled, pecking Munkustrap's lips again and hugging him tightly. "Munky, I'm sleepy."
"Don't call me Munky either," Munkustrap grumbled. "Get some sleep, Quaxo. I'll be here, in case you dream."
Quaxo laughed a little and nuzzled his cheek softly, then curled up on a pillow. He closed his eyes, wrapping his tail around himself and yawned. "I love you, Ritzy." he whispered, smirking.
Munkustrap curled up next to Quaxo, draping an arm and his tail over the smaller cat. "I love you too, Mizzy
