Title: The Course of True Love (1/10)
Author: Eruanne
E-mail: Rating: PG-13 to R
Fandom: CATS
Pairing/s: Mistoffelees/Rum Tum Tugger
Disclaimer: CATS belong to T.S. Elliot Andrew Lloyd Webber. Not mine... never mine. So don't remind me. :sigh:
Genre/s: SLASH, Romance, Angst, minimal Horror.
Summary: The course of true love never did run smooth, Shakespeare said. How very right he was, as Misto Tugger learn the hard way.
Chapter summary: Premonitions memories can set one in an uneasy disposition, but love can cure this in an instant. No magic required.
Warning/s: SLASH, extreme Angst in some areas, some violence Horror. Some characters may be quite OC.
Archive: Ask-sure. Not ask:claw marks on person who did NOT ask for permission:
Feedback: Please do! It is my inspiration! But do so nicely; constructive criticism is accepted but NO FLAMES please. There's a difference.
Author's Notes: Okay, this is my first CATS slash fic, so be nice! The rating will seesaw up down from PG-13 to R... but never NC-17! The only R factor in this story is the torturing. Anyway, I have often believed that the Curious the Conjuring should be together... Well, we've got fanfiction, so why not take advantage :wink:
Okay, enough rambling... here goes!
Chapter One: Remembering
Mistoffelees' sky blue eyes slowly opened, roused by the soft rays of October sunlight entering his den. He blinked for several times, and looked around him. His gaze fell on another tom sleeping beside him.
The Rum Tum Tugger.
Misto smiled tenderly at his lover. Yes, his lover. He and Tugger had been lovers for around a month now. Nobody knew of this. It was a secret that both had worked hard to keep away from others.
Misto remembered the time their relationship started. It had been a cold rainy night, then. Misto had decided to "sleep over" at Tugger's since his own den was too far away, and the Conjuring Cat would just end up getting sick. No one wants to deal with a sick magician. Somehow, Misto fondly remembered looking at Tugger, and just realizing how... beautiful he was. How strong, yet kind he was. How... perfect he was in every way. To cut a long story short, he awkwardly admitted his little love to the Maine Coone, and he was quite surprised to have his feelings returned.
Of course, this did not come without its struggle. For a week after that incident, there was an extremely uncomfortable silence between the two. Misto cringed as he rememebered the absolutely frigid silence he had to endure during that time. At least after that, they came at ease with the situation, and things became much more relaxed, without the awkwardness.
But now... after a month, there was nothing to be awkward about. When they were alone, they shared sweet kisses and gentle embraces. In the presence of others, they kept it at a low point, but hopefully no one noticed the loving glances they occasionally gave each other.
Misto suddenly flinched as a strange feeling coursed through his nerves. It was a feeling he normally got when a premonition was coming to him. The tux shut his eyes and decided to let his powers work for him. Within his subconscious, he could feel the wind blowing quite softly, yet it sent chills through him. December... He could hear muffled mews and could almost feel the fear in the air.
Then, as fast as it came, everything stopped and cleared, and the feeling left him. Misto opened his eyes, breathing carefully to calm himself down. Something bad might happen in December, he realized, but I can't be sure yet. If anything happened to the Jellicle Tribe, much less to the one tom he loved that currently lay next to him, Misto didn't know what he would do. He just sent a silent prayer to the Everlasting Cat that things would be okay.
The sudden movements next to him shook Misto out of his reverie. Tugger's chocolate brown eyes slowly opened, and he got up, yawning. Misto felt a grin unfurl on his face as he watched the larger tom stretch luxuriously and get up.
"Morning..."
Misto laughed softly and nuzzled him, something which the larger tom was perfectly happy to succumb to. After this short display of affection, Tugger sat up and smiled at Misto. He immediately noticed the slightly worried expression on the tux's face, and his smile faded and changed to a look of concern.
"Anything bothering you?" He asked gently. Misto sighed and nodded. Tugger placed a hand on his shoulder, silently urging him to tell. Misto said quietly, "I had a premonition that something bad may happen in December. I don't know what, and I'm not sure if it will happen at all, but it makes me feel worried."
Tugger nodded. Having known the Conjuring Cat since he was a kit, he knew he had to take these bouts of magic seriously. "Misto," he whispered, running a paw through the ebony fur of his lover. "I don't know if anything bad will happen, but I hope things will turn out all right. Misto looked into Tugger's warm brown eyes, his own blue eyes uncertain and worried. "But if anything happens to you, Tugger, I-" Misto started to say, but stopped as Tugger gently placed a paw over his lips, silencing him.
Tugger then tenderly held his lover in his arms. The contact seemed to relax Misto, since he sighed softly and submitted to the sweet carress of the larger tom. "I'd rather have it happen to me than to you, Misto," he said.
"If anything happens, I'll be there to protect you... and I always will. I promise."
Fin
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: Hehehe... fluffy ending, ne? Well, the excitement will pile up soon, but I wanted to give these two some time to be all loving sweet. They won't have much time to, once I get the action moving... hehehe... Eruanne grins at expression of suddenly alarmed reader
Anyway, to calm you down, and to make me happy, go leave me a review! It will encourage me to keep on going! .
