This is the third part of the Endure arc, with Endure being the first and Guilt being the second…probably best to read those first?
Warnings for suggestions of dub-con, sexual references (nothing to explicit, I don't think) and Macavity's twisted mind.
Rated M to be safe.
I own nothing.
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Macavity sat in his throne-room, in a large plush red chair that he had dubbed his 'throne'. He was sitting with elbows resting on his knees, chin rested on interlocked fingers as he stared out blankly across the room, deep in thought.
As much as he would deny it, he was missing his pet.
Missing having that strong body under his.
Missing that soft fur and soft curves hidden amongst the muscle.
Missing the reluctant soft lips, the reluctant moans that betrayed the owner as they escaped his softly pouted lips.
Macavity smirked, leaning back in his chair.
Only a few days until his pet was back in his bed.
He frowned.
Why did he want him so much?
At first it had been a power play, to have the first born son of the Jellicle Leader and the Protector of the Jellicles bowing to his will, pleasuring him…but now, now he had almost become an addiction.
Before that fateful attack on the junkyard by Macavity and his followers, where the majority of the fighting Toms and Queens were killed, Macavity hadn't even bothered about Munkustrap, he wasn't worth his time.
It turned out that he was.
Soon after taking down the Protector, Macavity had been walking towards the two young fledglings of the Mystics (who had he killed earlier) ready to send them to join their parents when this strong, yet lithe, silver black-striped Tom had leapt into his pathway, green eyes flashing dangerously as he crouched.
Macavity had been amused, remembering how he thought that he'd dispatch this Tom in no time, but Munkustrap had put up one hell of a fight.
Macavity managed to duck his head, just in time, as Munkustrap swung at him, narrowly missing him. He retaliated by swinging back, aiming for his neck. Macavity blinked, surprised as he watched the younger Tom go into a back bend, twisting slightly, to avoid the killer blow, giving Macavity a nice view of the tight muscles in his stomach and hips.
Macavity tilted his head, interested now, as Munkustrap straightened back up, settling into a crouch.
As he fought back against Munkustrap's attacks, he took this time to truly look at the Tom and he was loving what he saw.
Macavity leapt on top of Munkustrap, sending them both flying to the ground, claws swinging and teeth snapping dangerously close to necks.
Macavity smirked as felt the kitten soft fur, the still soft curves hidden on the muscular frame, feeling the muscles tense underneath him, strong thighs wrapping around him in a bid to flip them over.
It was at that moment, Macavity knew.
He wanted him.
Macavity found himself tiring as he tried not to inflict any permanent damage on this new interest of his, and called his hench-cats off.
As he ran from the junkyard, glancing back to find the silver Tom had already started to check on the other Jellicles, he knew that silver Tom would be his.
Macavity got to his feet, walking slowly to his room.
It had taken a few weeks of watching, stalking, the Tom to find a way to make him his and when he saw how quickly Munkustrap was tiring after being run ragged trying to protect everyone, he knew what he had to do.
Oh, how triumphant he had felt when he had the tired, broken Tom agreeing to his deal.
The ecstasy he had felt the first time Munkustrap had come to his rooms, trembling with nerves.
He had been so cute, standing in the doorway, eyes on the floor, fangs teasing at his bottom lip, arms wrapped around his middle as he trembled.
Macavity smirked, relishing that image.
It had taken a bit of work too.
The poor fool had no idea what to do to keep Macavity happy. Macavity had had to instruct him on how to properly give pleasure with his mouth, and now he was quite talented at it.
Such a sweet little mouth and a talented, but hesitant, tongue.
Then it came time to rut him senseless.
Macavity gave a ragged breath as he pushed open the door to his room, reliving that memory.
Munkustrap was splayed out on the bed, trembling rather furiously, eyes shut tight as Macavity pulled his legs over his shoulders.
"Easy, my darling Pet," Macavity cooed. "I'm going to prep you and make sure you're loose, I don't want to damage my Pet."
That had just caused Munkustrap to tremble more and that alone had him wanting to claim him there and then, but he had to be patient, he had to prepare him to make sure he didn't cause any permanent damage or pain.
He watched Munkustrap's face carefully as he slipped a finger in, making sure he retracted his claw all of the way. He added another finger and gave a small smile as Munkustrap yelped, body writhing, as he clutched at the sheets under him.
"Shh, Pet, it'll be good soon." Macavity crooned, free arm rubbing Munkustrap's thigh. Munkustrap's teary emerald green eyes landed on him, and Macavity hated to admit it, but the sight of them left him rather breathless.
He grabbed Munkustrap's chin, forcing his head back around, as Munkustrap turned his head away, closing his eyes. "Eyes open and on me, Pet, I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours."
He purred as Munkustrap reluctantly opened his eyes, wincing occasionally as Macavity prepared him.
Macavity's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he slid himself into Munkustrap, ears twitching and taking in the sound of Munkustrap's cries of pain. He stilled for a moment, waiting for Munkustrap's writhing to stop, before he started to thrust, finding a rhythm.
He watched Munkustrap's facial expressions and suddenly got an urge to see what the silver tabby tasted like. He bent over him, pressing his lips against Munkustrap's, forcing entry to his mouth with his tongue.
He gave a muffled moan as he tasted Munkustrap's sweet tongue and breath.
Macavity soon found himself close to the edge, and bit into Munkustrap's shoulder, but being careful enough not to break the skin.
After he finished, he slumped on top of Munkustrap, still inside of him, as he amused himself examining the angular face.
"You did well for your first time, darling Pet." Macavity praised, finger tracing Munkustrap's cheek-bones. "I see I made a good choice in you."
Macavity knew that was when his addiction to that sweet silver Tom had started, with that first taste of his strong body and sweet mouth.
He had been furious, no, beyond furious when Munkustrap hadn't shown up as scheduled.
He had been fair to the Tom, giving him a few days' notice before he was required, so he could organise things with his foolish second, Alonzo, but he had the audacity to not show up! Not even sending a message!
Macavity had sought him out at the yard, finding him leaving the infirmary, looking worse for wear.
He was thinner than usual, fur all messed up and unkempt, eyes bloodshot and shoulders bowed, looking tired. Macavity had slunk around the yard, finding out the reason why his Pet had not shown, for the first time in a year of their deal.
When he had found out it was because of his foolish father, he was furious and decided that Deuteronomy should pay.
Macavity's lips twisted into a smirk as he settled down on his bed, folding his arms across his chest.
Deuteronomy had most certainly paid, finding out his son's secret and having so much guilt placed on his shoulders because he knew he was the reason why Munkustrap made that deal.
It made Macavity feel all giddy inside, knowing that he had caused that guilt.
He had also let slip how wonderful his son was to mate, such a beautiful creature.
Macavity had found himself slipping too. He wanted Munkustrap more and more often these days, just wanting to have the Tom in his bed.
But he wasn't so content these days.
Macavity scowled.
He hated having feelings, having wants, it made him feel weak.
But he wanted Munkustrap, and he wanted him so badly.
Macavity sat up, growling to himself.
He was no longer content having Munkustrap just come, lay down on the bed motionless while he was being rutted, though there were the few pleasured moans and whines that managed to escape his lips that Macavity found just delicious, and he wanted more of them.
He wanted to come into his room after yelling at his hench-cats, to find Munkustrap lying oh-so alluringly on his bed, a cheeky smile on his face, those beautiful emerald green eyes staring at him, full of want.
Macavity wanted Munkustrap to beg and moan for Macavity to take him, then make all of those delicious noises when he did.
He wanted Munkustrap to enjoy every last bit, to want to please and pleasure him, to have Macavity claim him over and over again while he screamed in ecstasy.
He wanted to be woken up by Munkustrap attending to him, pleasuring him with that sweet, sweet mouth of his.
Macavity growled as his paw wrapped around his length in frustration, wanting that sweet body under him more than ever.
He knew Munkustrap would never submit to him, never become compliant, would never want Macavity the way Macavity wanted him.
So, every time for the last three months Munkustrap had warmed his bed, Macavity had been working his magic to get Munkustrap to become more compliant to his demands, to his wants, to his desires.
Macavity had known for a while that Deuteronomy had had the old Mystics place spells and charms on Munkustrap to protect him, so no spell could be placed on Munkustrap will evil or ill intent, but Macavity had found a loop-hole.
That old fool had made it so no spell could be placed on Munkustrap at one time.
Munkustrap would know when someone was attempting to charm or curse him, and it wouldn't take effect, but that was only when someone was attempting to put the full charm or spell on him at the one time.
So, Macavity had to be patient, to place the swaying spell into his mind bit-by-bit, so the protective spells wouldn't be activated, and soon Munkustrap would fully be his.
Macavity slumped back against his pillows, paw working faster as his back arched.
Munkustrap would become his, and those green eyes, those sweet moans would only be seen and heard by him.
When the spell was in full effect, Macavity would destroy Deuteronomy, by taking both his son and his precious Jellicles.
With a growl, Macavity came, the image of Munkustrap's lust-filled green-eyes filling his head as he imagined him kneeling in between his legs, pleasuring him, as he looked up at him, showing Macavity what a perfect little pet he was.
Macavity smirked as he settled back, panting.
Only two more days until Munkustrap was back in his bed, and in between his legs, unaware that Macavity was casting a spell bit-by-bit, being so patient so he didn't lose this perfect specimen.
He knew that at first he had wanted Munkustrap for his body.
Wanted him to dominate him.
Wanted him to have control over him.
Wanted him to get back at Deuteronomy, that tottery old fool.
Macavity hadn't expect to get so addicted to his body, to his taste, to the beautiful little noises he made while trying not to become turned on by Macavity's actions, to that sweet mouth and talented tongue that gave Macavity so much pleasure.
Macavity closed his eyes, smiling contently, images of what he was going to do to Munkustrap when he arrived next filling his mind.
Munkustrap had most certainly become an addiction, but he wasn't perfect yet.
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…Macavity, you are one twisted kitty cat.
There might be one more arc to this, when the Jellicles find out?
Thanks to those who reviewed the first two parts of this!
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HGP