Author's weird rambling: Hello everyone! I am Captain Aries, and this is my first fanfic. Thank you for reading it! This will be a series, and I will update this again very soon or at least I hope to. I love me some Benvolio and Tybalt love, you know. By the way, if YOU do not like yaoi, then please leave now. This a yaoi series! I REPEAT: THIS IS A YAOI SERIES! :) I warned you. For all of you who like this pairing I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF SHAKESPEARS AMAZING PLAY "ROMEO AND JULIET" IF I DID HOWEVER...*smirks evilly and chuckles like France from Hetalia*
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Chapter One: Unusual Day
He watched observantly as he sat by a rather large window in the back of an old cafe. It was no coincidence that the window he was staring out of showed the corner of main street outside it. Tybalt had chosen this table very carefully for that reason. It was all part of Tybalt's plan, of course. Tybalt was waiting for someone very specific to waltz by. The King of Cats usually knew no patience, so today was rather odd for Tybalt. His whole day had been odd. Like when he woke up this morning, he felt this craving to find a Montague and rip them to shreds. This craving was not what was unusual about the day, it was that he wanted to see a specific Montague's blood spilled today. That one person was Benvolio Montague.
The reason he wanted to kill Benvolio so much right now rather than Romeo or Mercutio, he did not know. That in itself was rather strange. Usually he would rather see Romeo or even more so, the wretched Mercutio killed, but no, he wanted Benvolio's blood. 'Where is he', thought the raven impatiently. It was a miracle he had waited this long at the cafe, just to kill the blonde. Tybalt had never felt so calm when thinking about a Montague, and frankly, it was downright peculiar. The raven looked down impatiently at his wristwatch, and scowled in anger at the time. He had been waiting a whole hour, and he still hadn't seen hair nor hide of the particular Montague. His eyes surveyed the room he was in with minor interest, but if he kept staring out the window he would look crazed for sure. His eyes finally settled on his coffee cup filled with black liquid. Bubbles lingered on the rim of the cup, varying in many sizes, but most were rather small.
Tybalt rolled his eyes as he thought, 'coffee is like man. Some are black as night, but the only indication is that they have a bubble of humanity to them. How ironic that I of all people think that.' Tybalt let out a sigh of frustration as he smoothed his black silky hair back to his head. The King of Cats glanced at the window quickly, but his eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the man walking out of the park. It was Benvolio, there was no mistake about it! The blonde was walking out of the famous Venice gardens, which was famous for its beauty. Tybalt knew that Benvolio came here at least once a week to do volunteer work, according to his sources at least. Tybalt shot up like lightning from his table, and rushed out the door of the old cafe, hoping to catch up to the blonde Montague. The raven ran toward the blonde like a tornado was after him, following him with at least 5 feet of distance.
The closer he got to the blonde, he realized Benvolio was with someone. Tybalt growled as he saw the unmistakable walking fashion disaster Mercutio. His blood boiled with fury, but why he did not run at them shouting any profanities? Why didn't he even have the urge to yell with a hateful passion that a dirty Montague should not even think about walking the same street as a noble Capulet. This was very strange for Tybalt, he was not feeling anger. He knew that feeling all too well, but what he was feeling was not exactly anger. It was a mixed emotion Tybalt didn't understand. The fact that he didn't know what the emotion was fueled his fury. As Mercutio and Benvolio got to less crowded neighborhood, Tybalt could see them much more clearly. The raven could see them laughing and smiling at a joke that Mercutio made. Even though they both were laughing, Tybalt's gold cat-like eyes watched Benvolio's every move. His smile, his laugh, even his eyes, the raven could not look away. The King of Cats ears perked to try and hear them. He heard a familiar haughty laugh of Mercutio, which Tybalt knew only because Mercutio laughed at his own jokes all the time.
Tybalt then heard the heavenly laugh of Benvolio. It was so unfamiliar and rich sounding, it surprised the raven immensely. He had always thought that the blonde would have a falsetto when he laughed, but no, this laugh was deep and invigorating. It almost made Tybalt want to laugh with it. Suddenly Mercutio and Benvolio stopped in front of a house, making Tybalt screech to a blinding halt. Tybalt slid quickly behind a trashcan before the two Montgues could see him. Tybalt peered over the lid of the trash can to try to see what was going on with the two. He stared curiously as Mercutio leaned down to Benvolio's ear, and whispered something he couldn't hear.
Suddenly Benvolio pushed Mercutio very forcefully that it surprised Tybalt, and apparently it surprised Mercutio as well as the brunette fell on the steps of the house with a shocked expression. "No! There is no way I could do that! I would surely get punched in the face! No! I wouldn't even get close enough for that!" shouted Benvolio with a light blush dusting his pale features. Mercutio looked at Benvolio and started to shake with obvious laughter he was holding in. Soon, the brunette started to kick his feet trying desperately to hold in the gales of laughter while Benvolio's face reddened with what Tybalt thought could be anger. After a minute, Mercutio couldn't it back anymore and bellowed his annoying laughter, followed by Benvolio's scolding. Eventually, Benvolio laughed which made Tybalt smile slightly.
Soon, Mercutio stood up and looked at Benvolio with a bright smile. "Do not worry Benvolio! You are too pessimistic!If you think like that, of course you'll get punched in the face, " Benvolio cringed visibly and Tybalt could guess Benvolio was going to tell someone something they were not going to like. Fear was evident in the blonde's feature, which Tybalt had never seen before. The blonde had never been afraid of him, even when the raven was covered in blood from fighting Montagues. All he would do is plead peace with a calm face, so for the blonde to show such a defeated expression, this must be a very serious matter for Benvolio. "Besides", Tybalt looked back over to Mercutio as he spoke walking up the stairs to the house, "You can't live with the secret any longer. You said so yourself. Just trust your heart, mon ami~"
Finally, Benvolio looked up at Mercutio with an easily seen forced smile, and replied weakly, "yeah." Mercutio smiled and gave the blonde a thumbs up then shut the door to the rather small house leaving Tybalt to watch the blonde to look up at the sky with a sad regretful smile. His eyes hidden by the silk sun golden tresses that fell so beautifully across his cheeks, but Tybalt knew the smile couldn't have reached his eyes. That smile was familiar to him, It somehow made Tybalt feel guilty, and that didn't sit well with him in the slightest. So, he decided to do something about it, because leaving the blonde now was completely out of the question.
He stood up quietly and walked over with a deliciously predatory sway of his slim hips towards the unsuspecting Montague. This was all so very strange for the Capulet, because he felt no blood lust as he approached the sad oblivious blonde. It wasn't just strange, it was unheard of for him! He then walked faster, wanting to close in on his prey quickly before Benvolio could even turn around, but then the Capulet stopped as feet planted themselves to the ground in shock. Tears were falling like a never ending river from under the blonde locks of hair, completely unaware of Tybalt's presence. The raven's heart plummeted to his stomach as a flash of red heat went to his face, watching the streaming of tears drop to the ground.
Benvolio Montague was actually crying tears in public. 'A grown man crying in public was one thing, but for Benvolio Montague to cry in public like this. He...looks so...so cute...like a stuffed teddy bear... Wait NO! I didn't not just compare Benvolio Montague to a TEDDY BEAR! This person that the Montague is so scared to tell something to must be very important to the blonde if they can make him break down like this,' thought Tybalt sullenly as he began to approach the red faced blonde again at much more cautious speed in case of any more "strange surprises". He heard the crestfallen tears drip from his usually innocent round face, and the closer Tybalt got, he swore he could hear the blonde mumbling curses from his usually innocent pair of lips. It made Tybalt internally chuckle, but at the same time made his cold scarred heart melt.
It made the older man want to hold the younger in a tight hug and stroke his gentle hair with his hand, but Tybalt was not one for mushy actions or at least he shouldn't be. Tybalt felt only anger someone other than him, actually was able to make the blonde cry. He heard a weak heart-wrenching laugh come from the blonde as he turned quickly in the direction of Tybalt, and stopped, immediately noticing that only a foot of distance separated an intense looking raven haired man right away. Benvolio yelped in surprise and jumped back in a jolt, clutching the material in front of his heart as if he was having a heart attack. Tybalt really couldn't help the smile, or rather smirk, that appeared on his face as he frightened Benvolio.
The said blonde, who finally had caught his breathe, wiping his red puffy eyes and glanced at Tybalt with confusion evident of his pale face. "How long were you here Tybalt," Benvolio asked quietly, looking at anywhere but at the raven. "Long enough to know where Mercutio lives of course," the King of Cats replied with a suspicious looking glint of his sun colored cat like eyes. Benvolio's deep green normal eyes widened considerably and now looked directly at Tybalt with his eyes drooped in a deep anger that was very different for the blonde. It made Tybalt's already wide grin, glow eerily wider, like a Cheshire cat grin. He wasn't called the King of Cats for nothing, you know.
"You wouldn't dare-" "I have morals you know. I wouldn't attack the house of a Montague when the man inside always wants to fight anyway. There would be no point, Montague," he replied flatly with no room for question. Relief washed over Benvolio's eyes instantly, which Tybalt's guilt wash away with it, but he couldn't help but chuckle in indifference adding, "Unless it was your house of course, that would be an entirely different story." The blonde turned rigid and fear gleamed in the evergreen eyes as he watched the raven warily.
Tybalt smirked, pleased by the attention regardless if it was the fear listening to his words, and went on, "Maybe I'll even come tonight to pick you up so we can have a little fight. Who knows?" This made Benvolio flush with what Tybalt thought might be anger, but then again he could be wrong with the way the blonde fidgeted nervously. This was just too much fun to the raven to see the blonde squirm in his skin. He wanted to see more of it, even if he had to coax it out of him. The way his emerald eyes seemed to watch his every move, so cautiously. Tybalt felt that sometimes Benvolio knew him more than he knew about himself.
Underneath those eyes though, was was glistening red trails, that indicated where tears had been. The shining of the wet path diverted his attention from his prey's eyes. The wet trails needed to disappear, like they were never there, so he could see the blonde's smiling face again without those tears diverting his attention. He only wanted to see the blonde's happy face without those heart broken tears reminding him of Benvolio's melancholy tear stricken face. It made his heart do crunches in pain just remembering it, but seeing Benvolio looking only at him with his beautiful mesmerizing eyes made him want to give the Montague a genuine smile.
Tybalt's heart skipped a beat, as his body betrayed his mind and moved ever so closely towards the blonde. Tybalt felt as if he wanted to monopolize Benvolio, making the raven the only thing shone in his bright green eyes, not tears for a stranger, but it was more than that. Tybalt wanted to dominate the small innocent naive Montague. He wanted to see Benvolio Montague lose control, get angry at him, cry for him, it didn't matter. He wanted more of it, no, he craved for more of it. Tybalt wanted Benvolio right now, and Tybalt will get want he wants, even if he has to work for it. The blonde was his prey, and Tybalt was his predator.
So, Tybalt gently raised his finger to the blondes eyes, where tears had been almost moments earlier, and wiped away the remaining wet shimmering trails from his soft cheeks. Benvolio's deep green eyes followed Tybalt's fingers across his cheek then his gaze met Tybalt's, almost unmoving from the raven's cat-like eye golden eyes, almost transfixed by the action. It made the Capulet lean in closer to the blonde's soul searching eyes, and the King of Cats gently kissed the Montague's lips with a tender touch of his own. The younger gasped at the action, and stared in shock as his as his face flushed red with heat. He knew that to do this to a Montague was like treason on his part! Him, out of all people in his family! The Capulets, who hates Montagues the most, but to Tybalt, right now, he couldn't care less.
In his mind though, Benvolio had never been a true Monatgue anyway, he never partied like they did, and he was never careless like they were. He was his own person away from the Montagues, and Tybalt wanted to touch this forbidden fruit so badly, so he believed it to be so. He felt as if he had taken a small endangered animal out of his habitat., and fed it something that was dangerous to consume. He felt bad for Benvolio in a way, who was already so engrossed in the single sinful act of kissing, was unable to understand what it was to have Tybalt Capulet as your predator. It meant that there was no escape left, because Tybalt would find the blonde like a blood hound and track him to the ends of the earth. The lust filled green eyes that Benvolio's eyelids hooded controlled Tybalt's will power to move away, but getting air was no longer an option, it was now a necessity.
Lightly he moved away from the beautiful red lips, which taunted him to try his luck again. In all honesty, Tybalt was half tempted to, but he didn't want to do much more, in public no less. He looked at the emerald eyes that could only be called bedroom eyes as they teased Tybalt to take the chance, and it was then Tybalt knew he had to say something for the blonde to wake up from his lust filled gaze. "I'll be seeing you soon, Montague. You can count on that," Tybalt voiced in a promising sultry voice as he grabbed Benvolio's chin and planted a chaste but lingering kiss on his right cheek.
Tybalt licked his lips as the taste of Benvolio's sweet skin remained planted to his lips. It was a delicate lavender vanilla flavor that sounded oh so very appetizing to try again, but Tybalt knew he had to pry himself away from the sexy Montague or he would never leave the blonde. So slowly, to make up for not being able to kiss him again, Tybalt trailed his hand across Benvolio's right cheek, smiling as the blonde's bedroom eyes disappeared and were replaced by the innocent round ones that widened in awareness of his surroundings. As Tybalt swayed away from the blonde with a seductive swish of his cat-like hips, Benvolio's face practically exploded red with embarrassment as Tybalt looked back at Benvolio with a lick of his lips, and Tybalt walked away, smirking all the way to his house with a deep satisfaction that seemed to make him glow with every step he took.
I hope to update it before July
:) I am making more fanfiction yay! Please be honest in your reviews of the story. I love your feedback and I will always try to make it better! Thank you for all who read my story.
