Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 4, 2007 7:22:32 GMT -5
((Characters: Munkustrap, Quaxo
Thread Summary: Munkustrap and Quaxo make whoopie. Munkustrap runs away in the morning.))
After all that mess was over with the queens and his rage, Quaxo made his way into his own den. The young tuxedo cat stretched his arms as he entered the cove, moving to the pool of water in the back. He dipped his paws in the water, brushing down his fur and sighing quietly.
Munkustrap was such a confusing cat. Quaxo did love him like mad, but the older tabby was annoying him with his ways. One minute, Munkustrap would be into him and giving him kisses and loving him, and the next, he would be standoffish and flirting with queens. Quaxo sighed quietly, running his damp paws over his face.
When he was finished cleaning himself, the young tom curled in the back of his den. He'd just told Munkustrap to meet him in his den, and Quaxo hoped he'd actually do it. He'd understand if Munkustrap didn't, though, since Quaxo seemed to be getting on the tabby's nerves.
Quaxo closed his eyes slowly and curled up tighter on the floor of his den, yawning quietly and batting at his nose with his paw.
It took a while for Munkustrap to go around checking in on people (especially Alonzo - he needed to see with his own eyes that the patched tom was handling things), but eventually, he found himself standing outside Quaxo's den. He sighed, rubbing his paws over his face. Do I love Quaxo? Yes or no? If the answer was no, then Munkustrap needed to stop this relationship before it got out of hand. If the answer was yes, though...
Do I love Demeter? What about Bombalurina?
Yes, yes, and pretty much, yes. Curses! Neither Demeter nor Quaxo would settle for anything less than a monogamous relationship, and neither deserved anything less. Bomba might, but she too deserved a tom who loved her and only her. Maybe it would be best for Munkustrap to just walk away, right now. He'd break Quaxo's heart, but Quaxo would eventually heal.
With that decided, Munkustrap entered Quaxo's den.
So much for walking away.
Quaxo's ears perked up when he heard footsteps entering his den. He lifted his head, smiling when he saw Munkustrap. "Hey, Munk." he said quietly, sitting up and curling his fingers and toes a little. He went to Munkustrap, gently nuzzling his face and smiling widely. "I'm glad you came."
Quaxo turned, going back to where he rested before and taking a seat. The young tom gestured for the spot beside him. He was determined to convince Munkustrap that taking a mate wouldn't ruin his ability to care for the tribe... and then, he was going to convince Munkustrap to be his mate. No, he didn't have a plan, but Munkustrap already mentioned something about Quaxo being his mate... even if it was just hypothetical.
"You asked," Munkustrap said quietly, sitting beside Quaxo. He looked questioningly at the smaller cat, though he had an idea of what Quaxo wanted to talk about.
Quaxo smiled a little and moved closer to Munkustrap, curling against the older cat's chest and kissing his cheek softly. He hugged Munkustrap loosely. Maybe setting the mood would make the convincing easier. The young tom nestled his face against Munkustrap's neck, smiling and nuzzling him cutely. "You didn't have to come, though. So, I'm glad you did." he whispered, running a hand gently down the older tom's chest, making sure to avoid Munkustrap's wounds.
"You asked," Munkustrap repeated, returning the loose embrace. "If you asked, I would do it." Yep, Quaxo wanted to talk about their relationship. Walk away, walk away, walk away. Don't use him like Tugger would.
I would never use someone like Tugger would!
It would seem that way to him...
It was definitely a bad sign when you argued with yourself. Munkustrap closed his eyes and buried his face in the dark fur on top of Quaxo's head.
Quaxo smiled a little, reaching one paw up to gently rub at the base of his friend's ears. He leaned up, softly kissing the older tom's forehead. Maybe he could use that one statement to his advantage...
"Munk, have you taken into consideration what I said before?" the tom asked quietly, running his paw down to Munkustrap's shoulder. "About... you know, having a mate and being able to care for the tribe at the same time..."
"Quaxo..." Munkustrap shook his head slowly. "I can't see it working out to anyone's advantage. If I choose you..." he trailed off with a sigh. "If I choose Demeter..." He shook his head again. Why did he have to be such a nice guy? This would be so much easier if he was like Tugger - he could have them both and not look back.
"Munkustrap... there are so many chances that wouldn't be taken if you chose me." Quaxo said quietly, his face dangerously close to Munkustrap's. "There wouldn't be a risk of kittens, Munk, meaning less cats you'd feel the need to put before the tribe." He said this quietly, as if someone would hear and scold him for saying such things.
The young tom ran a paw slowly down Munkustrap's cheek, leaning forward to brush his lips against Munkustrap's, his eyes closing.
"... I like kittens," was all Munkustrap could think of to say, before Quaxo was kissing him again. No, this most certainly was not walking away from the situation. "Quaxo... what would you do if I didn't choose you to be my mate?"
Quaxo heard Munkustrap's question and backed away a little, a deep frown on his face. He thought about it for a while, then shook his head slowly. "I... honestly, Munkustrap, I don't know." he whispered, curling his knees to his chest and resting his head in his paws. "Munk, I don't even want to think about what I'd do... I'd rather never have to think about it, Munkustrap."
And this was what made it so hard, this little black cat curled up and looking utterly crushed by the mere thought of Munkustrap rejecting him. "I love you, Quaxo," he said quietly. "I do. But I love Demeter too, and right now, the thought of trying to choose between the two of you..." he shook his head, curling his tail tightly around him. "I don't know what I'm going to do."
Quaxo sighed quietly and looked up to Munkustrap. He felt bad for putting the tabby under so much stress with this mess. He crawled over, slipping his arms around Munkustrap and holding him close. "I'm sorry, Munkustrap." he said quietly, gently kissing the older tom's cheek and rubbing his side. "I wish I could make everything perfect, Munk... I wish my magic would let me change this entire world to be perfect. No stress and no sorrow." He held the tom close and hugged him tightly.
"But if there was no stress and no sorrow, how could we cherish the good times?" Munkustrap asked, pulling Quaxo closer. He brushed a kiss over Quaxo's brow. "I'm sorry, that you're going through all this stress because I can't make up my heart."
"Don't be sorry, Munkustrap. It isn't your fault." Quaxo said quietly, leaning into the older tom's chest and resting his paws carefully on his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to Munkustrap's cheek and then his lips, staring into his eyes. "I just wish it was easier, Munkustrap. If the world was perfect, we wouldn't have to worry so much..."
"The world would be much more boring," Munkustrap replied, returning Quaxo's gentle kisses. His paw traced lazy circles down Quaxo's back, unintentionally heading toward the base-of-tail pleasure point.
Quaxo smiled a little and nestled his face into Munkustrap's neck, closing his eyes. "True... but wouldn't you love not having to worry about the safety of the kittens and your tribe?" he murmured against Munkustrap's fur, closing his eyes. He purred as Munkustrap's paw neared his tail, the long black tail flicking back and forth gently.
"Maybe for a bit," Munkustrap said. "But it makes me feel good, knowing that I'm keeping them safe. It's something I can give back to the tribe after all they've done for me over the years." He realized where his paw was heading at the same time it reached the base of Quaxo's tail, and he paused. Really, he shouldn't do this. It was cruel to Quaxo.
Quaxo nodded his understanding and pressed a gentle kiss to Munkustrap's forehead. "You're such a loyal cat." he said quietly, hugging Munkustrap tightly and rubbing his shoulder. "But Munkustrap, there's other cats that can help you care for the tribe. Will you think about it?" He leaned up and kissed Munkustrap softly on the lips, holding the kiss for a moment before letting his tongue gently slide across Munkustrap's lower lip.
"If Macavity taught me anything, it was the value of loyalty," Munkustrap murmured. "And I do have other cats who help me. Alonzo is invaluable, and Plato, Admetus, and Tumblebrutus all do excellent jobs. Tugger too, when he feels like it. But I'm still in charge, still the one ultimately responsible." He stopped talking when Quaxo kissed him, smiling as Quaxo grew more bold. He certainly was an enthusiastic student when it came to kissing. He obligingly opened his mouth, tracing his tongue against Quaxo's own.
Quaxo slid his paw against Munkustrap's cheek, closing his eyes slowly and wrapping his own tongue around Munkustrap's. He pulled the older cat closer and wrapped his legs around him, his tail sliding around Munkustrap's back. He wrapped his arms tightly around the tabby's neck and smiled into the kiss, pressing his body tightly against Munkustrap's.
Munkustrap moaned, digging his paw into the base of Quaxo's tail (no claws, though, just pressure). He held the back of Quaxo's head with his other paw, keeping him still as he deepened the kiss. He flicked his own tail out, winding it around Quaxo's and imitating what he was doing with his tongue.
~Insert Crazy Cat Sex Here~
Quaxo giggled quietly, pulling Munkustrap up once his stomach was clean to kiss him softly once more. "You're beautiful." he whispered, staring him in the eyes. "I love you," Quaxo repeated, pushing Munkustrap onto his back and resting his head on the older tom's chest, closing his eyes. "I'm tired, Munky..."
Munkustrap wrapped his arms around Quaxo, purring contentedly. "Sleep, Quaxo," he murmured, and then, after a moment: "I love you too."
Quaxo nodded, closing his eyes again as he started to drift off. It took a good few minutes before he drifted off completely, a dreamless slumber taking him over as he remembered the best night of his life.
Munkustrap woke up the next day, feeling rather at ease with the world. He lay still for a few minutes, wondering what had changed, when he began to register certain things, things like the way his wounds all ached as if he had done some rigerous stretching, or the way he wasn't in his usual bed, or the way there was a little black magician curled around him, or the way Quaxo's den smelled like sex.
Munkustrap's eyes snapped open. Sex! He had had sex with Quaxo last night! Everlasting Cat... what have I done? Munkustrap looked down at Quaxo's peaceful face and felt his heart twist. He shouldn't have done that. He was thinking about walking away, just leaving these relationship messes behind him. He should not have slept with Quaxo!
Very, very slowly, Munkustrap began to ease out of Quaxo's embrace, trying his hardest to not wake the little cat.
The earth was moving beneath him. Why was the earth moving beneath him? It wasn't supposed to do that... pretty soft earth...
Quaxo's eyes popped open and he saw a very beautiful grey tabby beneath him. The young magician grinned widely and he leaned forward, nuzzling Munkustrap quickly before hopping up into a sitting position.
"Munkustrap, I love you," was the first, quick thing he said. Quaxo was in a fantastic mood, and he did remember exactly every event of the previous night. The young tom was sure he'd finally convinced Munkustrap to be his mate. "Munkustrap, last night was amazing, perfect, beautiful, and oh, Everlasting CAT I love you!" Quaxo really did have too much energy for the early morning, but he felt perfect and loved and amazing.
Even if his arse did hurt like a bitch.
Quaxo laid down again, pinning Munkustrap to the ground and softly kissing him. "Where were you going, Munky?"
Munkustrap rolled over, switching their positions so Quaxo was beneath him, before pushing away and getting to his feet. "Out. Don't call me that." Though leaving Quaxo now was probably a very bad idea, Munkustrap felt a need to run, to get away. Without meeting Quaxo's eyes, he left the den.
As soon as he was outside, Munkustrap broke into a run, using his momentum to vault up into the piles of rubbish (and scaring poor Alonzo half to death). He brushed past the patched tom, however, continuing to make his way higher and higher, needing to be alone.
Quaxo sat up quickly, leaning on his paws and watching in disbelief as Munkustrap ran from his den. What was wrong? He stood slowly, making his way out of the den and watching as Munkustrap climbed higher and higher into the garbage. He ran a paw through his fur and bit his lip softly, suddenly feeling tears of rejection in his eyes.
Did he do something wrong?
"Munkustrap..."
Quaxo thought for a moment, closing his eyes, and willed himself up high into the piles of trash. It took him a moment, but Quaxo soon reappeared on a near level of Munkustrap's, higher actually. "Munk?" he called softly, just loud enough that the other cat should probably hear it.
Munkustrap turned on the cat who suddenly appeared near him with a hiss, ears back and claws out. He calmed when he saw it was only Quaxo, but he didn't relax. Of course, of all the cats in the junkyard, Quaxo would have the easiest time following him up into these towers he knew so well - Quaxo had magic to help him. Munkustrap didn't say anything, merely watched Quaxo, breathing slightly heavily from the exertion of the series of jumps he had made.
Quaxo winced when the older cat hissed at him, covering himself in case of an attack before Munkustrap realized it was him. The young tom let his ears fall back in shame and his tail tuck between his legs as he moved toward Munkustrap slowly. He rested a paw on Munkustrap's shoulder gently and just stared at him, not needing to say a word. His look said it all; it asked why.
Munkustrap felt his heart twist and he carefully drew Quaxo to him in a hug. "I need to be alone right now," he whispered against the top of Quaxo's head. "Please. It's nothing you did... I just need to think." We shouldn't have done that, last night.
Quaxo slid his own arms around Munkustrap, closing his eyes slowly and sighing heavily. "... are you sure?" he asked quietly, nuzzling the older tom's chin softly. "... can I come sit with you while you think, Munk? I... I just want to make sure you're alright..."
"I'm fine," Munkustrap said, rubbing circles between Quaxo's shoulders. "I just need some time by myself. Please, Quaxo?"
Quaxo looked into Munkustrap's eyes for a moment before nodding slowly, leaning up to place a soft kiss to his lips. "Okay, Munk." he said quietly, brushing his paw through his fur and nuzzling his cheek. "Don't do anything bad, Munk, okay? Promise?"
"I won't," Munkustrap promised, kissing Quaxo's forehead. "I'm just going to think, I promise."
"I love you." Quaxo said quietly, petting Munkustrap's cheek for a moment before pulling away, starting down the layers of the rubbish in the Junkyard. Once on level ground again, he looked back up to Munkustrap and sighed. Maybe last night hadn't been such a good idea...
With his momentum halted by Quaxo's appearance, jumping wasn't as easy as it had been, so Munkustrap instead climbed one of the towers to get to the top. Once up there, he laid down, resting his chin on his paws and closing his eyes, a frown on his face. Last night, with Quaxo... but Demeter! And Bombalurina! And he didn't really want a mate!
Munkustrap wished there was someone around for him to talk to, someone not involved in this whole mess. He wondered if Deuteronomy was going to show up again. The old cat certainly was very wise. Maybe he had some advice to calm Munkustrap's troubled mind.
Thread Summary: Munkustrap and Quaxo make whoopie. Munkustrap runs away in the morning.))
After all that mess was over with the queens and his rage, Quaxo made his way into his own den. The young tuxedo cat stretched his arms as he entered the cove, moving to the pool of water in the back. He dipped his paws in the water, brushing down his fur and sighing quietly.
Munkustrap was such a confusing cat. Quaxo did love him like mad, but the older tabby was annoying him with his ways. One minute, Munkustrap would be into him and giving him kisses and loving him, and the next, he would be standoffish and flirting with queens. Quaxo sighed quietly, running his damp paws over his face.
When he was finished cleaning himself, the young tom curled in the back of his den. He'd just told Munkustrap to meet him in his den, and Quaxo hoped he'd actually do it. He'd understand if Munkustrap didn't, though, since Quaxo seemed to be getting on the tabby's nerves.
Quaxo closed his eyes slowly and curled up tighter on the floor of his den, yawning quietly and batting at his nose with his paw.
It took a while for Munkustrap to go around checking in on people (especially Alonzo - he needed to see with his own eyes that the patched tom was handling things), but eventually, he found himself standing outside Quaxo's den. He sighed, rubbing his paws over his face. Do I love Quaxo? Yes or no? If the answer was no, then Munkustrap needed to stop this relationship before it got out of hand. If the answer was yes, though...
Do I love Demeter? What about Bombalurina?
Yes, yes, and pretty much, yes. Curses! Neither Demeter nor Quaxo would settle for anything less than a monogamous relationship, and neither deserved anything less. Bomba might, but she too deserved a tom who loved her and only her. Maybe it would be best for Munkustrap to just walk away, right now. He'd break Quaxo's heart, but Quaxo would eventually heal.
With that decided, Munkustrap entered Quaxo's den.
So much for walking away.
Quaxo's ears perked up when he heard footsteps entering his den. He lifted his head, smiling when he saw Munkustrap. "Hey, Munk." he said quietly, sitting up and curling his fingers and toes a little. He went to Munkustrap, gently nuzzling his face and smiling widely. "I'm glad you came."
Quaxo turned, going back to where he rested before and taking a seat. The young tom gestured for the spot beside him. He was determined to convince Munkustrap that taking a mate wouldn't ruin his ability to care for the tribe... and then, he was going to convince Munkustrap to be his mate. No, he didn't have a plan, but Munkustrap already mentioned something about Quaxo being his mate... even if it was just hypothetical.
"You asked," Munkustrap said quietly, sitting beside Quaxo. He looked questioningly at the smaller cat, though he had an idea of what Quaxo wanted to talk about.
Quaxo smiled a little and moved closer to Munkustrap, curling against the older cat's chest and kissing his cheek softly. He hugged Munkustrap loosely. Maybe setting the mood would make the convincing easier. The young tom nestled his face against Munkustrap's neck, smiling and nuzzling him cutely. "You didn't have to come, though. So, I'm glad you did." he whispered, running a hand gently down the older tom's chest, making sure to avoid Munkustrap's wounds.
"You asked," Munkustrap repeated, returning the loose embrace. "If you asked, I would do it." Yep, Quaxo wanted to talk about their relationship. Walk away, walk away, walk away. Don't use him like Tugger would.
I would never use someone like Tugger would!
It would seem that way to him...
It was definitely a bad sign when you argued with yourself. Munkustrap closed his eyes and buried his face in the dark fur on top of Quaxo's head.
Quaxo smiled a little, reaching one paw up to gently rub at the base of his friend's ears. He leaned up, softly kissing the older tom's forehead. Maybe he could use that one statement to his advantage...
"Munk, have you taken into consideration what I said before?" the tom asked quietly, running his paw down to Munkustrap's shoulder. "About... you know, having a mate and being able to care for the tribe at the same time..."
"Quaxo..." Munkustrap shook his head slowly. "I can't see it working out to anyone's advantage. If I choose you..." he trailed off with a sigh. "If I choose Demeter..." He shook his head again. Why did he have to be such a nice guy? This would be so much easier if he was like Tugger - he could have them both and not look back.
"Munkustrap... there are so many chances that wouldn't be taken if you chose me." Quaxo said quietly, his face dangerously close to Munkustrap's. "There wouldn't be a risk of kittens, Munk, meaning less cats you'd feel the need to put before the tribe." He said this quietly, as if someone would hear and scold him for saying such things.
The young tom ran a paw slowly down Munkustrap's cheek, leaning forward to brush his lips against Munkustrap's, his eyes closing.
"... I like kittens," was all Munkustrap could think of to say, before Quaxo was kissing him again. No, this most certainly was not walking away from the situation. "Quaxo... what would you do if I didn't choose you to be my mate?"
Quaxo heard Munkustrap's question and backed away a little, a deep frown on his face. He thought about it for a while, then shook his head slowly. "I... honestly, Munkustrap, I don't know." he whispered, curling his knees to his chest and resting his head in his paws. "Munk, I don't even want to think about what I'd do... I'd rather never have to think about it, Munkustrap."
And this was what made it so hard, this little black cat curled up and looking utterly crushed by the mere thought of Munkustrap rejecting him. "I love you, Quaxo," he said quietly. "I do. But I love Demeter too, and right now, the thought of trying to choose between the two of you..." he shook his head, curling his tail tightly around him. "I don't know what I'm going to do."
Quaxo sighed quietly and looked up to Munkustrap. He felt bad for putting the tabby under so much stress with this mess. He crawled over, slipping his arms around Munkustrap and holding him close. "I'm sorry, Munkustrap." he said quietly, gently kissing the older tom's cheek and rubbing his side. "I wish I could make everything perfect, Munk... I wish my magic would let me change this entire world to be perfect. No stress and no sorrow." He held the tom close and hugged him tightly.
"But if there was no stress and no sorrow, how could we cherish the good times?" Munkustrap asked, pulling Quaxo closer. He brushed a kiss over Quaxo's brow. "I'm sorry, that you're going through all this stress because I can't make up my heart."
"Don't be sorry, Munkustrap. It isn't your fault." Quaxo said quietly, leaning into the older tom's chest and resting his paws carefully on his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to Munkustrap's cheek and then his lips, staring into his eyes. "I just wish it was easier, Munkustrap. If the world was perfect, we wouldn't have to worry so much..."
"The world would be much more boring," Munkustrap replied, returning Quaxo's gentle kisses. His paw traced lazy circles down Quaxo's back, unintentionally heading toward the base-of-tail pleasure point.
Quaxo smiled a little and nestled his face into Munkustrap's neck, closing his eyes. "True... but wouldn't you love not having to worry about the safety of the kittens and your tribe?" he murmured against Munkustrap's fur, closing his eyes. He purred as Munkustrap's paw neared his tail, the long black tail flicking back and forth gently.
"Maybe for a bit," Munkustrap said. "But it makes me feel good, knowing that I'm keeping them safe. It's something I can give back to the tribe after all they've done for me over the years." He realized where his paw was heading at the same time it reached the base of Quaxo's tail, and he paused. Really, he shouldn't do this. It was cruel to Quaxo.
Quaxo nodded his understanding and pressed a gentle kiss to Munkustrap's forehead. "You're such a loyal cat." he said quietly, hugging Munkustrap tightly and rubbing his shoulder. "But Munkustrap, there's other cats that can help you care for the tribe. Will you think about it?" He leaned up and kissed Munkustrap softly on the lips, holding the kiss for a moment before letting his tongue gently slide across Munkustrap's lower lip.
"If Macavity taught me anything, it was the value of loyalty," Munkustrap murmured. "And I do have other cats who help me. Alonzo is invaluable, and Plato, Admetus, and Tumblebrutus all do excellent jobs. Tugger too, when he feels like it. But I'm still in charge, still the one ultimately responsible." He stopped talking when Quaxo kissed him, smiling as Quaxo grew more bold. He certainly was an enthusiastic student when it came to kissing. He obligingly opened his mouth, tracing his tongue against Quaxo's own.
Quaxo slid his paw against Munkustrap's cheek, closing his eyes slowly and wrapping his own tongue around Munkustrap's. He pulled the older cat closer and wrapped his legs around him, his tail sliding around Munkustrap's back. He wrapped his arms tightly around the tabby's neck and smiled into the kiss, pressing his body tightly against Munkustrap's.
Munkustrap moaned, digging his paw into the base of Quaxo's tail (no claws, though, just pressure). He held the back of Quaxo's head with his other paw, keeping him still as he deepened the kiss. He flicked his own tail out, winding it around Quaxo's and imitating what he was doing with his tongue.
~Insert Crazy Cat Sex Here~
Quaxo giggled quietly, pulling Munkustrap up once his stomach was clean to kiss him softly once more. "You're beautiful." he whispered, staring him in the eyes. "I love you," Quaxo repeated, pushing Munkustrap onto his back and resting his head on the older tom's chest, closing his eyes. "I'm tired, Munky..."
Munkustrap wrapped his arms around Quaxo, purring contentedly. "Sleep, Quaxo," he murmured, and then, after a moment: "I love you too."
Quaxo nodded, closing his eyes again as he started to drift off. It took a good few minutes before he drifted off completely, a dreamless slumber taking him over as he remembered the best night of his life.
Munkustrap woke up the next day, feeling rather at ease with the world. He lay still for a few minutes, wondering what had changed, when he began to register certain things, things like the way his wounds all ached as if he had done some rigerous stretching, or the way he wasn't in his usual bed, or the way there was a little black magician curled around him, or the way Quaxo's den smelled like sex.
Munkustrap's eyes snapped open. Sex! He had had sex with Quaxo last night! Everlasting Cat... what have I done? Munkustrap looked down at Quaxo's peaceful face and felt his heart twist. He shouldn't have done that. He was thinking about walking away, just leaving these relationship messes behind him. He should not have slept with Quaxo!
Very, very slowly, Munkustrap began to ease out of Quaxo's embrace, trying his hardest to not wake the little cat.
The earth was moving beneath him. Why was the earth moving beneath him? It wasn't supposed to do that... pretty soft earth...
Quaxo's eyes popped open and he saw a very beautiful grey tabby beneath him. The young magician grinned widely and he leaned forward, nuzzling Munkustrap quickly before hopping up into a sitting position.
"Munkustrap, I love you," was the first, quick thing he said. Quaxo was in a fantastic mood, and he did remember exactly every event of the previous night. The young tom was sure he'd finally convinced Munkustrap to be his mate. "Munkustrap, last night was amazing, perfect, beautiful, and oh, Everlasting CAT I love you!" Quaxo really did have too much energy for the early morning, but he felt perfect and loved and amazing.
Even if his arse did hurt like a bitch.
Quaxo laid down again, pinning Munkustrap to the ground and softly kissing him. "Where were you going, Munky?"
Munkustrap rolled over, switching their positions so Quaxo was beneath him, before pushing away and getting to his feet. "Out. Don't call me that." Though leaving Quaxo now was probably a very bad idea, Munkustrap felt a need to run, to get away. Without meeting Quaxo's eyes, he left the den.
As soon as he was outside, Munkustrap broke into a run, using his momentum to vault up into the piles of rubbish (and scaring poor Alonzo half to death). He brushed past the patched tom, however, continuing to make his way higher and higher, needing to be alone.
Quaxo sat up quickly, leaning on his paws and watching in disbelief as Munkustrap ran from his den. What was wrong? He stood slowly, making his way out of the den and watching as Munkustrap climbed higher and higher into the garbage. He ran a paw through his fur and bit his lip softly, suddenly feeling tears of rejection in his eyes.
Did he do something wrong?
"Munkustrap..."
Quaxo thought for a moment, closing his eyes, and willed himself up high into the piles of trash. It took him a moment, but Quaxo soon reappeared on a near level of Munkustrap's, higher actually. "Munk?" he called softly, just loud enough that the other cat should probably hear it.
Munkustrap turned on the cat who suddenly appeared near him with a hiss, ears back and claws out. He calmed when he saw it was only Quaxo, but he didn't relax. Of course, of all the cats in the junkyard, Quaxo would have the easiest time following him up into these towers he knew so well - Quaxo had magic to help him. Munkustrap didn't say anything, merely watched Quaxo, breathing slightly heavily from the exertion of the series of jumps he had made.
Quaxo winced when the older cat hissed at him, covering himself in case of an attack before Munkustrap realized it was him. The young tom let his ears fall back in shame and his tail tuck between his legs as he moved toward Munkustrap slowly. He rested a paw on Munkustrap's shoulder gently and just stared at him, not needing to say a word. His look said it all; it asked why.
Munkustrap felt his heart twist and he carefully drew Quaxo to him in a hug. "I need to be alone right now," he whispered against the top of Quaxo's head. "Please. It's nothing you did... I just need to think." We shouldn't have done that, last night.
Quaxo slid his own arms around Munkustrap, closing his eyes slowly and sighing heavily. "... are you sure?" he asked quietly, nuzzling the older tom's chin softly. "... can I come sit with you while you think, Munk? I... I just want to make sure you're alright..."
"I'm fine," Munkustrap said, rubbing circles between Quaxo's shoulders. "I just need some time by myself. Please, Quaxo?"
Quaxo looked into Munkustrap's eyes for a moment before nodding slowly, leaning up to place a soft kiss to his lips. "Okay, Munk." he said quietly, brushing his paw through his fur and nuzzling his cheek. "Don't do anything bad, Munk, okay? Promise?"
"I won't," Munkustrap promised, kissing Quaxo's forehead. "I'm just going to think, I promise."
"I love you." Quaxo said quietly, petting Munkustrap's cheek for a moment before pulling away, starting down the layers of the rubbish in the Junkyard. Once on level ground again, he looked back up to Munkustrap and sighed. Maybe last night hadn't been such a good idea...
With his momentum halted by Quaxo's appearance, jumping wasn't as easy as it had been, so Munkustrap instead climbed one of the towers to get to the top. Once up there, he laid down, resting his chin on his paws and closing his eyes, a frown on his face. Last night, with Quaxo... but Demeter! And Bombalurina! And he didn't really want a mate!
Munkustrap wished there was someone around for him to talk to, someone not involved in this whole mess. He wondered if Deuteronomy was going to show up again. The old cat certainly was very wise. Maybe he had some advice to calm Munkustrap's troubled mind.