A/N: Don't panic. This is only the introduction chapter.
Background: Tugger and Mistoffelees have shared a lot of firsts. First steps. First words. First kisses. And where there are first, there are surely seconds... and thirds, and fourths... but only if one wants them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cats.
Rating: There will be sex. Consider this your only warning :)
Rum Tum Tugger: In this fic, Tugger is the same age as Misto - following the change that Andrew Lloyd Webber created for the UK and Australian (and potentially Japan) versions of the musical. Instead of being a sexy rock god, he's a hip-hop/rapping kitten.
Enjoy :)
In their early years, Tugger and Mistoffelees shared a lot of firsts.
Their first steps had been within seconds of each other – Tugger had stumbled to his feet and refused to move until Mistoffelees was at his side. Together they wobbled and lurched, until they were skipping and leaping, bounding and chasing.
Their first words had been similar. It had gone from incoherent babbling one day, to a word here and there. To calling each other's names and screeching whenever they were upset. To whispers in the dark when they didn't want their carers to hear.
And then Tugger and Mistoffelees even shared their first kiss.
It had happened by accident, really.
They were young – barely old enough to be out of their dens. They had been playing – their tiny bodies rolling about the junkyard floor. Their claws were sheathed, as requested by Jenny, and they batted and swiped without causing much harm.
Mistoffelees tackled his friend, sending them both sprawling and rolling, until the black and white tom finally managed to pin him, paws firmly on his chest.
"Got you," he grinned excitedly.
Tugger laughed back at him, before he swiftly leant up and placed a soft kiss to his lips.
Mistoffelees stared down at him with wide eyes, before he giggled softly, "What was that for?" he whispered, crouching slightly.
Tugger shrugged, "The big cats do it all the time," he whispered back, rolling until Mistoffelees was beneath him.
"We're not big cats," Mistoffelees pointed out helpfully, gathering his hind legs up beneath Tugger and pushing him, their play resuming.
They didn't speak of it again.