A/N So this is my first story in this section. I've recently been obsessed with Cats and have the notion of writing this. It is a slash, mostly fluff. Misto and Tugger live together. Tugger and Munk are Old D's sons and Victoria is Misto's sister. I don't own these character or storyline, and thanks for reading!

"Darn it, Tugger! You always ruin everything."

"It's not ruined! Sheesh, you are such a drama queen sometimes."

Mistoffelees rolled his eyes. "I am not. You're the reason I'm late for everything. Will you hurry up?"

"I'd like to finish eating before we go."

"You've been eating for over twenty minutes!"

"I'm not satisfied yet with my food. The soft food keeps over powering the dry food. Why don't you just go by yourself? Scared?"

Mistoffelees frowned. Yes, he thought. I am scared.

Mistoffelees sighed, annoyed. Their owner, Janelle, walked by so he bent down and pretended to eat the food, too.

"Nighty night Socks," said Janelle to Mistoffelees. "Nighty night Cheeto," she said to Tugger, petting them both.

Once she was gone he leaned against the wall, defeated.

Tugger saw his friend's upset face and sighed. "Okay," Tugger said. "Let's go Misto."

Mistoffelees smiled and stood up with Tugger.

Mistoffelees had lived in a pound for most of his kittenhood. People always said he was too sick to take home. When Janelle came to get a cat, she saw Mistoffelees and felt bad for the sick kitten. So she took him home to live with her and her other cat, Rum Tum Tugger, who, at the time, had only been a tom for three months, while Mistoffelees had three months to go before he wasn't a kitten. Misto was sick for awhile but gradually got better with the help of his new best friend (and frenemy) Tugger. They'd play around a lot but not too rough so Misto wouldn't get hurt.

Now he's much better and having been a year into tomhood, he's been pestering Tugger to let him meet his friends, the Jellicle Cats.

"My sister is a Jellicle!" he'd point out to Tugger, talking about his sister Victoria who he had gotten separated from when they were kittens. She frequently visited him when he was in the pound, but once he was adopted, she didn't know where he went, and Tugger never once mentioned Misto to anyone.

Though Tugger was still reluctant. Tugger cared for Misto a great deal. He was always afraid something would happen to him. He use to go to the Junkyard almost everyday before Misto arrived. Though the day he did arrive, Tugger had finally learned what it meant to care about someone, and so a friendship grew. It eventually developed into a love-hate relationship as Tugger got cockier and more rebellious. Tugger joked, and when he was at the Junkyard, Misto was still always on his mind. And that means always, even when he was off fooling around with some queens. He enjoyed picturing them as Misto, since he had recently grown an infatuation that was more of a romantic love as opposed to friendly love. He flirted with Misto all the time, since it's just in his character.

That always drew Misto nuts, since he had a crush on Tugger for such a long time. He loved the moments when Tugger would crawl into his bed with him, usually when Misto wasn't feeling good, and once Misto got better, he still came to his bed. Tugger might say he doesn't like to cuddle, but when it comes to the ever adorable Mistoffelees, he can't resist. He also loved it when Tugger was playful and would pounce on him, always giving this incredibly sexy look.

Anyway, Misto was getting peeved and wanted to so badly meet the Jellicles and to become one. He got on Tugger's nerves so much one day that Tugger went off on him and shouted "Just shut up! I'm sick of you always pestering me!

One of the main reasons he had been sick was because he didn't know he was magical and bottling up his magic messed with him internally. Though ever since he found out he was a conjurer, he had been feeling better. He smiled as he remembered the first time he discovered his magic. Tugger had scared him and when he screeched, he flinched and threw his hand out, shoving it into Tugger's face, which then sent Tugger flying back with sparkles flittering behind him. That was soon after he arrived with Janelle, so he had learned to control it more. Tugger had seemed utterly surprised, slightly scared, and then eager to see more. He helped Misto with his magic often and after awhile just watched him use it.

As they came to the gate of the Jellicle Junkyard, Tugger stopped. "Okay, look..." he began and sighed. "I'm not necessarily portrayed the same way I am at home. At home, I'm so comfortable with you so I'm myself. In the Junkyard, I tend to over care what people think of me and so I act out."

"How?" Misto asked.

"Well, I'm just, uh, kind of seen as a trouble maker and a slut. I flirt with the queens a lot and do what people don't want me to do and...you'll fully understand when you see me in there."

"Tugger?"

Tugger and Misto looked up to see a handsome, mature looking tom peeking over the gate. Tugger smiled. "Hey brother," he said. He looked down at Misto and then opened the door where they were met by Tugger's older brother, Munkustrap.

"Hi Tug," Munk said.

"Hey Munk, this is, uh, Mistoffelees, Janelle's other cat," Tugger introduced, slightly offending Misto at just being called the "other cat." "Misto, this is my brother, Munkustrap."

Misto smiled, glad to finally meet Munk since Tugger had mentioned him so many times before. "Nice to meet you," he said.

"You, too," said Munk. "I trust Tugger to show you around the Junkyard. He's so protective of you he'd never let you wander off with anyone else."

Tugger moved from feet to feet, embarrassed. Munk was the only one other than their father that knew about Misto, and he didn't like to be seen so...paternal, but he calmed down when he saw Misto's blushing, smiling face.

"Come on then," Tugger said, leading the way for Misto. "We're gonna go see my dad, ask him if you can be a Jellicle. We might run into other people there, and they might or might not be eager to meet you."

Misto frowned. "Why wouldn't they be eager?" he asked defensively.

"Well, they just get anxious around new people. They'll come around."

"Oh..."

"Don't worry. They'll love you!"

Though Tugger wasn't sure. For one thing, since everyone thought he had been out with some queen when he was home with Misto, he was worried about what they'd think of him. Though he was more worried that they'd think Misto was trashy the way Tugger was, and they only needed one Tugger.

"Bubby!"

Misto fell to the ground as a pretty white queen pounced on him. He couldn't stand up as his sister Victoria hugged him to death. "Vicky!" he cheered, laughing. They both stood up and hugged once more.

Vicky had just recently turned into a queen, and took on the right responsibilities though still having innocence about her. "What're you doing here? I haven't seen from you in a year!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I was adopted by a lady named Janelle. She's Tugger's owner and I've been with him ever since." He smiled at Tugger, who had tried to stand in his sexy pose but was too worried. Vicky pounced pretty hard on him, he thought. This isn't our carpet or bed. It's hard ground. Is he alright?

Vicky looked at Tugger, surprised. "Really?" Her jaw dropped and she smacked Tugger's arm. "Why didn't you tell me about him?"

"I-" He wasn't sure what to say. The reason was because, again, he wanted to keep Misto all to himself. He kind of had to tell Munk and his dad since Munk would occasionally visit, like the first time when he caught Tugger and Misto cuddling together in their bed, a sight that baffled Munk. He was cuddling, which is strange, but also with a tom, even though he's the queens' tom.

"Oh, he just wanted to keep me all to himself," Misto said, oblivious to its truth.

"Psh, yeah right," Tugger teased.

Misto frowned at him. "Oh please, you adore me, almost as much as yourself, and that's saying a lot."

Tugger shoved Misto lightly, a light smile on his lips. When Misto faked falling to the ground with a dramatic "Oh no!" Tugger freaked out. He pulled Misto up and checked all over him, making sure he was fine. "Are you fine?" he squealed.

"I'm fine, Tugger, I was just joking," Misto said, chuckling.

He sighed. "I hate it when you do that."

"Well I hate many things that you do."

Vicky stood there watching them two, eyes wide. She had never seen Tugger so...loving and protective. He was such a flirt all the time and seemed to have no care in the world. Though now he was teasing in such a loving way and so attentive of Misto's actions. Vicky recalled all the times he'd run home quickly and how everyone thought he had finally had a mate. Her eyes grew wider as she suddenly realized something. Everyone believed he had a mate and thought he cheated on her when he went off with Bomba or some other queen. Boy, were they all wrong...

Vicky smirked. "Come on, bubby. Let's go dance on the pile over there to celebrate," she said, luring Tugger into a little joke.

"Okay," Misto said.

"Absolutely not!" Tugger shouted. "That pile is so precarious! You could easily fall off and fracture something or break something or die! What if you broke your foot? Janelle would probably put you to sleep."

Vicky snorted a laugh and covered her mouth. She was so completely in shock. He really is protective, she thought. And I didn't know he knew words like precarious. I don't even know what that means and I always thought he was stupid.

"Okay, okay," Vicky said. "I'm gonna go hutn for a mouse, bubby. I'll see you around." Then she scurried away.

Misto turned to Tugger. "You don't always have to be so protective Tugger," he said firmly but kindly.

Tugger was shaking with infuriation. He didn't want Misto here. He's so kind and friendly that someone could persua him to do something dangerous. "Just, please, be careful. I'm not going to be able to watch after you all the time and I really worry about you Misty," he said, calling him his old nickname.

"I know...Tummy." Misto smiled.

Tugger smiled, too. "Come on, my father is eager to meet you. I've said a lot of things about you."

"All good things I hope."

"Of course not. You're the most horrible person I know."

"And you're the most horrible person I know."

"Hey Tug."

Tugger frowned as Bombalurina came up to him and Misto. "Hey Bomba," he mumbled.

"Who's this?" she asked.

"This is Mistoffelees," said Tugger. "Misto, this is Bomba."

"Hi!" Misto replied.

To Tugger's surprise, Bomba smiled eagerly. "Hi!" she replied. Bomba could sense something about Misto, and she liked it, but in a friendly way. She felt like she didn't have to fear any competition with him (which is false) and also that she could be friends with him in a best friends kind of way. "How do you know Tugger?"

"I live with him. I was adopted and was taken home to live with Tugger."

Bomba stared from Tugger to Misto. "Oh," she mumbled, realizing that Tugger wasn't such a whore.

Tugger pushed Misto onward. "Bye Bomba," Misto said and waved.

She waved back but Misto barely got to see it. Pretty soon, they were at the footsteps of Old Dueuteronomy's den.