So here's a little story I wrote while I was trying to get a more serious text on the subject written. I didn't feel like pushing this into the M-rated area today but I don't know, maybe it needs another chapter, what do you guys think?

Whether you like it or not I'd be thrilled if you'd take the time to write a review, it is always lovely to hear what you think and it really helps when I'm writing other stuff. At least I hope I get better from it...

Disclaimer; I don't own Cats.

The Mustache

"What's that on your face?" asked Victoria and made a terrible effort not to laugh.

"You know very well what it is and I feel silly enough without you making fun of me" said Mistoffelees glaring back at his sister."You know it's expected of the toms in our family to grow a mustache when we turn toms." he said with a sigh. He had been given a stern talking to from his uncle Bustopher Jones a week earlier about the length of facial hair in that particular area.

"Oh a mustache you say?" said Victoria no longer hiding her laughter. "It looks more like you have too many whiskers in the wrong place" she kept laughing. Misto opened his mouth to bite back but she continued. "Or! Or it looks like you have sneezed out some of those yarn ends that Jennyanydots refuses to throw away!" she had a hard time finishing the sentence between laughing and gasping for air.

"It hasn't filled in yet" said Misto dryly. He was not amused. The worst thing was that he knew it would take quite some time for that sorry excuse of mustache to look anything like his uncles famous facial hair.

"I'm sorry" said Victoria but she still chuckled. "I know you hate it, but that's no excuse to hide away in here any longer. Come on Misto, you are a tom now, I am a queen, this is supposed to be the best time of our lives" she pleaded and Misto felt his heart soften a bit. He knew Victoria missed him and it really was supposed to be the best time of their lives. He sighed.

"Fine" he said finally and Victoria cheered. "But must we go out to the others, can't we go somewhere just you and I so I can get used to this before I have to face the others?" he begged her.

"Alright" Victoria smiled. "Let's go somewhere and dance together" she said and took his paw to drag him to the door. He let her. Misto always had a hard time saying no to his sister. The only reason he had been able to stay away from her this week was because she had been occupied with the other kittens turning queens and toms as well.

Victoria peeked out and saw no other cat. They both went out and started walking toward a clearing in the far end of the junkyard where the other cats seldom wandered off to. Just as they were leaving the main clearing they heard a voice.

"Hey Victoria, Misto!" someone shouted. Misto immediately recognized the voice as The Rum Tum Tugger's.

"Make up an excuse for me" he whispered to his sister without turning around and then bolted. Victoria sighed but at least he had run off in the direction they were heading, hopefully he would still be up for dancing when she got there.

"What's up with him?" said Tugger cocking an eyebrow. Victoria always got a bit nervous around him and she could feel herself blushing. Tugger smirked at her reaction.

"Ehm he has a problem with his face" she said and asked herself why on earth she had said that. "I mean with his mouth" she said and made it worse. Tugger looked at her like she had lost her mind. "I mean he has a problem with his hair" she concluded and decided to stay quiet since whatever she said was bound to make it worse.

"Misto has a problem with his face/mouth/hair and therefore he can't see me?" asked Tugger and enjoyed the effect his words had on the young queen. She blushed to a deeper red.

"Yes" said Victoria hoping Tugger would be satisfied with that. He wasn't. Tugger leaned closer and scratched her ear gently. He looked into her eyes.

"Now tell me the real reason" he said and as he smiled Victoria heard herself giggle. Whoever she fancied she was always weak for Tugger's flirting.

"Fine, but you have to promise not to laugh at him when you see him okey?" she said and Tugger nodded. Of course he nodded, he wanted to know what she knew but he had no plans of fulfilling the second part. If it was fun he would of course laugh. "Okey, so you know Bustopher has a mustache" she said and Tugger nodded confused. "Well, it is expected for the toms of our family to grow one and you know Misto turned a tom a week ago.." she said and as she spoke she could see the grin grow on the tom in front of her. She was starting to regret not keeping her mouth shut.

"So Misto has a mustache?" Tugger said amused.

"Well, not really" said Victoria trailing off.

"Not really?" asked Tugger trying not to smile wider than he already did.

"It hasn't filled in yet" said Victoria using Misto's words.

"So Misto has a bad mustache and I am not allowed to laugh at him?" said Tugger and burst into laughing. Victoria backed away from him. She regretted that she had fallen for his charm and hoped Misto would forgive her.

"No you may not!" she hissed at him before she turned around and hurried after her brother.

"Come on, Vicky, that's funny, when things are funny you are allowed to laugh" she heard him say while he chuckled.

"What did you tell him?" asked Misto anxiously as Victoria caught up with him. Victoria felt a pang of guilt and looked down as she spoke.

"I ehm, may have told him the truth actually" she said and blushed.

"Victoria!" Misto burst out. "Did he turn on his charm for you?" he asked and rolled his eyes, knowing well enough the effect the tom had on his sister sometimes.

"He might have flirted a little bit, yes" she said and glanced up at her brother. Misto couldn't help but smile at her guilty expression.

"Aren't you supposed to be madly in love with Plato?" he teased her.

"Not madly in love!" Victoria quickly corrected him. "But I kind of fancy him a little" she said and blushed again.

"Don't worry I won't tell" said Misto and pulled her in for a hug. "But did you have to tell Tugger?" he groaned. 'Of all people, he would have preferred if Tugger was the last person to see the mustache' he thought to himself.

"I'm sorry" said Victoria. "But I made him promise not to laugh when he saw you!" she added.

"Yeah that's a promise he will likely keep" said Misto sarcastically. "Let's just dance for a while before we get back" he said and smiled weakly at Victoria. He would have to deal with both everyone knowing and Tugger laughing when they got back if he knew anything about the maned tom.

Tugger had not told anybody what Victoria had confided in him but he was well prepared to laugh his gloves off when he saw Misto. 'A mustache' the thought made him chuckle to himself. 'He must really look ridiculous' Tugger thought and shook his head.

He saw Victoria dragging a reluctant Mistoffelees after her into the clearing. Misto was obviously uncomfortable and kept looking away. Tugger tried to get a good look of him but he shied away as best as he could. When they both had entered the clearing it was no longer possible for Misto to hide his face from the others. Tugger couldn't decide what would be most fun to see, the mustache or the other cats reactions to it. He figured he could look at the mustache as much as he wanted but there would only be one chance to see the others faces. When Misto turned his head up Tugger looked over towards the others with a grin. He could see several of them do a double take and try not to laugh at the sight. He turned his gaze to Misto and the laughter caught in his throat.

There was something very different with his friend. Tugger felt like he was watching a car accident, he couldn't look away. Except for the difference that the car accident in front of him did not look like a wreck. Tugger hadn't seen Misto in a week but it felt like months. The tuxedo tom in front of him looked taller even though he slouched from embarrassment. He looked...handsome? 'Where did that come from?' Tugger thought to himself. He was not prepared when Misto met his gaze and he opened his mouth to try and say something but it felt strangely dry.

Misto frowned his eyebrows when the expected reaction never came. He was pretty sure his mustache hadn't improved over the last few hours and the other cats had definitely reacted surprised, nothing like they had been warned on beforehand. Misto glanced suspiciously over at Tugger. The expression that met him left him even more confused. Tugger looked like he was lost for words. Misto could feel his face flushing. 'It must look worse than I thought if Tugger is speechless' he thought.

"That is probably enough mustache displayed for today" said Misto to Victoria and before she could answer he had turned back towards his den. She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes.

Tugger forced his mouth shut as he saw Victoria close in on him. She looked angry.

"What did you do?" she demanded.

"Nothing!" said Tugger, surprised that it was actually the truth.

"I saw him look over at you before leaving but I couldn't see what you did to make him leave" she said looking at him suspiciously.

"That's because I didn't do anything, I promise" he said and held up his paws.

"How come?" she asked and Tugger regretted not saying he had made some kind of secret mocking signal instead. 'Yeah, how come indeed?' he thought.

"I didn't even get the chance before he bolted, seriously, I barely saw the thing" he said with a grin, back to his old self. He blinked at Victoria and she could feel herself blushing again. She let it go.

"Well at least you kept your promise not to laugh at him" she said and smiled.

"Anything for you babe" said Tugger and blew her a kiss before he turned back to the rest of the cats.

Misto was annoyed. He had finally managed to leave his den earlier and realised how much he actually had missed the company of the others. It was so typically Tugger to ruin that for him. Sure they were good friends but they always picked on each other and it usually was Tugger that came out on top. Misto was good at quick thinking but Tugger knew exactly what buttons to push to make him distracted. 'The same as with everyone else' thought Misto a bit embarrassed. Everyone loved Tugger, and he could even make Jennyanydots swoon for him so why would Misto be immune? The only cat that could really resist his charm was Demeter, but that might be because he never made a wholehearted effort with her, he had some respect for her being his brothers mate.

But this time Tugger hadn't even tried him. It was probably because Misto was already so self conscious, but he couldn't really shake the look that Tugger had given him. He remembered his first thought, that Tugger had been speechless. It certainly had something to do with his mustache. 'I'd be lucky if he keeps being speechless until it fills in' Misto thought without really believing it.

Misto had been able to stay away from the other cats the rest of that day but he knew it was only a matter of time before Victoria came and forced him outdoors again. And frankly he would like it. If it weren't for Tugger he probably wouldn't be so reluctant. The others seemed like they would just try to hold back the laughter and pretend as if everything was normal, but never Tugger. Misto had not slept well, he just kept thinking about Tugger's reaction. He had gotten angry when he realised that Tugger must have counted on Misto's own insecurity to mock him better than anything Tugger would come up with. Of course it had been his plan all along and like always Misto had fallen for it. But he couldn't really come up with any good comeback and had spent most of the night trying out different approaches. It was morning and he hadn't come up with anything good enough. Misto was tired and annoyed, he hoped he could convince Victoria to have mercy on him when she arrived, but he would more likely snap at her and the guilt in her eyes would force him out. He sighed deeply and glared at the door when he heard a knock.

"Come in" he said grumpily.

"Hey Misto- eh what are you doing?" asked Tugger as he entered. He saw Misto dive down below a blanket and pretend he wasn't there. "I can see you, and you remember calling at me to come in just two seconds ago, right?" he asked sarcastically.

"Go away!" said Misto muffled from under the blanket. It hadn't been his best idea to hide but his instincts took over and he really didn't want to meet Tugger.

"Come on Misto?" said Tugger and moved over. He put his paw on the blanket but didn't remove it.

"What do you want?" said Misto resigning to the fact that Tugger wouldn't listen to him. Like always he did what he felt like and the rest just had to adjust. But he wouldn't come out from the blanket just yet.

"I just wanted to see you" said Tugger but couldn't hold back a grin. The thought of Misto hiding because of his mustache was just too much. He had shaken the feelings from yesterday. Of course it was fun, everyone had laughed, it was just himself that had been a bit slow to react he reasoned.

"You just want to laugh at the mustache" said Misto miserably.

"Well, that too" admitted Tugger. He had firmly pushed yesterdays feelings aside, they were due to the shock alone he had decided. Of course Misto looked ridiculous in his bad mustache.

"You saw it yesterday, it hasn't improved" stated Misto and Tugger could hear him snort under the blanket.

"I bet you can pimp it up with some glitter" said Tugger and couldn't hold back a laughter any longer. He tried to compose himself and to his surprise he heard a chuckle from under the blanket.

"Everything's better with glitter on it" said Misto smiling to himself. He had to admit Tugger was funny.

"Yeah, especially you" said Tugger and surprised himself.

"Oh yeah? You wouldn't be able to resist me if I was sprinkled with glitter?" said Misto laughing now from under the blanket. The vision took Tugger back to yesterday and he could feel his mouth getting dry again. Misto hoped Tugger hadn't gone back to his old tactic of letting Misto's insecurities win his battle for him. "Tugger?" he asked.

"Mhm?" said Tugger getting pulled back to the present. "Haha yeah, put some sparkling glitter on you and I'd wrap you up and take with me home" he said but the thought was mesmerizing for some reason.

"Oh really? Bring it on!" said Misto and pulled the blanket off. He had magically highlighted his little mustache with glitter and sprinkled some of it on the rest of his fur. This kind of teasing he could take from Tugger.

"Hah-" Tugger's laugh stuck in his throat again. Misto looked absolutely delectable in all that glitter. He actually just wanted to wrap him up and take him home with him. It was ridiculous, but not at all in the way he had first thought. He snapped back to reality when he saw Misto's eyes squinting at him suspiciously.

"You're an ass Tugger" said Misto interpreting the look as Tugger trying to get him to feel uncomfortable again. 'He had just let his guard down and laughed at himself, what more could Tugger want from him?' he thought bitterly and sat back pulling at the blanket again. He felt his glitter fading as he didn't keep the magic up but before he could pull the blanket up over his head again he felt a paw on his wrist stopping him. He looked up and saw Tugger in the eyes as he closed in and pushed their lips together.

Tugger realised his true reaction hadn't shown and quickly put out his paw to stop Misto from hiding again. After that he just followed where his body took him. He hadn't realised he wanted to kiss Misto but when their lips met he thanked himself for acting impulsively. This was exactly what he wanted. 'Nothing could be better' he thought to himself and then Misto's shock left him and he could feel his lips parting slightly. 'Oh this was much better' Tugger thought and questionly let his tongue slide over Misto's lips before he was let in.