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Note: Must have read the original work, 'Like Cats and Dogs', to understand this. Thanks.

Quality Time Together

The rain fell softly around them, something they'd both become used to over the years. It was easy enough to ignore now, though the way it saturated the world around them and invigorated the scents of the earth was something they not only paid attention to but enjoyed immensely. Due to his mask Bane's sense of smell wasn't what it used to be, but it was still strong enough that he had only a moment to register the change in Barsad's body language before he too caught the hint of a scent he would recognize even in a world designed to confuse the senses.

His kitten's.

"An hour old, thereabouts. A taunt, maybe?"

Inclining his head Bane silently agreed that it was entirely possible that Blake had trespassed on their land solely to piss them all off. This was his kitten after all. But if that had been the only purpose the feline would have lurked around Talia's land to drive her up the wall as well and he hadn't caught the man's scent there earlier. There was also the fact that Blake was apparently being driven near to exhaustion taking care of and protecting his brother's babies, which made him inclined to think that as much as his kitten loved to cause mischief, Blake wouldn't be doing that right now in case someone other than him was made to pay the price for his actions.

The fact that the scent was getting stronger the nearer they got to his own home…

"He's in your place."

"Yes." And that knowledge had Bane's heart rate picking up, the blood thickening and heating in his veins as new life and energy coursed through him at the thought of seeing his mate within the walls of his own home. The fact that he'd probably feel drained and dead inside once Blake left him, again, was in sequential. Happiness was always fleeting for him, he was used to it at this point.

And not wanting to share his kitten with anyone Bane turned and told Barsad that they'd have to reschedule their meeting for the next day. It seemed he had other plans for the evening.

"Be careful."

So saying Barsad took off without a backward glance, Bane grateful that his second hadn't insisted on coming with him to check the situation out before leaving. But then again Barsad knew what it was to love someone as he loved his kitten, and Bane didn't doubt that Barsad would gladly face down and burn in the fire of hells for even an hour with his Layla again.

Wolves mated for life.

He wasn't surprised to find his security full functional, though Bane made a mental note to ask Blake where the kinks were so that he could shore up his defenses so to speak. Knowing his kitten the man wouldn't tell him all his secrets, but maybe he'd let him in on some of them.

Stripping out of his jacket and removing his boots and weapons, Bane put them away and then following his nose found his feline's scent in his living room, though he didn't bother to linger there long since he knew Blake too well to think that his kitten would be anywhere other than the bedroom if he was still in the house and waiting for him. That being the case he headed upstairs and straight to the now open door that would lead into his bedroom, his nose telling him that his prey was indeed waiting for him there.

Taking a deep breath to center himself before stepping into the chaos his feline brought with him wherever he went, Bane stood in his doorway and watched as the quilts he rarely used were pushed back and down to pool around Blake's waist. His kitten was wearing a far too large dress shirt of his that his step parent had bought for him years ago, the garment's true appeal only obvious when Blake slid out from under the covers and came walking towards him, revealing the fact that the shirt was all he was wearing, the hem ending at mid thigh.

The fact that his kitten had cut off all the bleached hair was just icing on the cake he wanted to nibble and taste for hours on end.

"You're all wet."

As he watched Blake retrieved a towel the man must have liberated from the bathroom and tossing it over his shoulder Blake gave him a wicked look before coming over to stand in front of him, those long, clever fingers he loved so much moving to grasp the bottom of the shirt he was wearing. "You need to get out of these damp clothes or you're going to get sick."

For the moment Bane opted to play along, taking over the removal of his top so that Blake's fingers would turn their attention to his lower half where he wanted them most. And as per usual his kitten made short work of his belt and cargo pants, Blake crouching down to do away with the socks after he'd finished stepping out of the pants and boxer briefs he'd been wearing. That done Blake removed the towel from its earlier position and used it to wipe away the moisture that had seeped in through Bane's clothes, the action soothing as much as arousing Bane as he simply watched Blake take care of him without any obvious motive except for the one Blake had stated.

All his life he'd taken care of others, it was what he'd been bred and trained to do as the alpha male wolf in his compound. No one took care of him, no one would think he'd want or accept their tending for that matter. No one but Blake.

There was nothing sexual about what Blake was doing aside from the fact that he was now naked and he was pretty sure that his kitten was equally so under his shirt, the pleasure he was getting from his feline's touch entirely due to his deep seated need for this man's touch and attention. Ergo the drying off was over far too quickly and left him aching for more by the time the towel was finished being brushed over his head.

"Okay, under the covers with you to finish warming up. Come on."

Letting Blake take his hand and tug him over to the bed, why wouldn't he, Bane slid under the covers willingly, pleased to find it already warm from Blake's body. And then his kitten was sliding under the covers and on top of him, sprawling out on his chest with his head tucked under Bane's chin, the bristles of his very short hair lightly scratching at the skin there.

"Your hair is much better now." Wrapping one arm around Blake's waist Bane lifted his other hand to cup the back of his kitten's head.

"Says the man with no hair at all."

Chuckling a little, which was something he almost never did, Bane retaliated by pinching the bump at the small of Blake's back that was all that remained of the feline's tail. Loving the jerk and curse that elicited Bane smiled behind his mask and started stroking rubbing the nub the way he knew would get his kitten purring like a well-tuned engine. And he got the reactions he wanted, the way Blake started rocking against him more than enough reward as his kitten wallowed in his touch like the cat he was. His mate loved to be petted and stroked.

"God you're fucking good at that." The words were a little mumbled but Bane's sensitive ears caught them anyway, loving the huskiness of the man's voice. "You know just how to…mmmmmm. Bane…don't stop."

"I would touch you everywhere if you'll let me."

At his words Blake made a pleased sound before shifting up and onto his elbows, meeting Bane's gaze for a moment with heat in his slitted eyes. "Just keep doing what you're doing."

Happy to do so, even if he was getting harder by the minute with all the rubbing and purring his kitten was doing to drive him crazy, it was Bane's turn to jerk a little minutes later when Blake started to rub up against his body much more forcefully, the intent obvious to stimulate them both as their erections rubbed up against each other's as the shirt Blake wore rode up higher and higher.

"Blake…."

"Hush. Don't I always take care of you? Unless of course SHE shows up again. Then I'll really have to make you both suffer."

Since Blake punctuated that statement with a hip swivel that felt incredible and sent very happy signals to his brain, Bane wasn't up to answering that aside from a groan while sending up a silent prayer to any power that might be listening that they not be interrupted.

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Keeping his face buried against the side of Bane's neck, he was determined to insure that Bane saw nothing on his face that he didn't want the stupid wolf to see, Blake contented himself with licking and sucking on Bane's neck while he continued to rub against his former lover like the cat he was. Of course soon it was too dry for him, unlike Bane his nerve endings had never been seriously damaged, so he finally pulled away and told Bane to give him a moment.

The man hadn't kept any lube around, he'd looked for that and other interesting stuff while he'd been waiting and been disappointed, Blake instead retrieved the hand lotion from its place beside the bed where he'd put it earlier for easy reach. Squirting some onto his hand before sliding back to his former position, Blake kissed Bane's neck again as he slid his slicked up hand between them to grasp both their erections together.

"Kitten."

Letting the disgustingly cute nickname go for the moment, especially since Bane had shown the sense not to call him that in public thus far, Blake simply turned his attention to getting them both off because quite obviously they both really needed it. The last time they'd been like this they'd only made out, which had left him seriously jonesing for more ever since. It was time to get his fix.

So despite his love of teasing there was no drawing things out or torturing them both with the wait, Blake getting them off as quickly as possible while retaining just enough of his brain to keep jerking Bane off after he came first, having spent nearly an hour waiting impatiently for Bane to come for this very reason. Luckily the wolf wasn't far behind him.

Slumping boneless against an equally sated Bane as he purred like mad, Blake lightly dug his second set of nails into the ridged muscles of Bane's naked shoulders on and off to show his appreciation, smiling at the state of his world in general.

Waiting until Bane's breathing had evened out, he was always half afraid the man would suffocate one of these days because of the stupid thing covering Bane's sexy as hell mouth, Blake nuzzled his face against the man's neck a little more and then got down to business so to speak.

"I need a favor."

Feeling Bane's body tense up a little under him Blake didn't have to be a genius, which he was, to figure out where Bane's thoughts were now going. And since he had come to ask for a favor hitting the idiot for his stupid thoughts wasn't the smartest idea, particularly since the idiot in question would hardly feel it unless he put more effort than he currently had to spare behind it.

"Bane…if I was going to manipulate you using sex I would have used my webbing to trap you on your bed and then using just my tongue licked you all over like a fucking ice cream cone while the vibrator I would have put inside your pretty arse stimulated you enough to drive you just as crazy as my tongue without actually getting you off. I would have tortured you that way, possibly for at least an hour, until you were so blinded by lust that you would have agreed to anything I might want if I'd take mercy on you and let you orgasm. Understand?"

Dead silence greeted that statement and question, Blake finally forcing himself to shift back up on his elbows so that he could get a look at Bane's eyes to get some gauge of how his words had been received.

Bane's eyes were so huge and dilated Blake couldn't help but smile as widely as he could before settling back down against the wolf's chest. He'd be kind and give the man a minute.

"An hour…?"

"Have you forgotten my staying power? Or are you just hoping for a reminder?"

"I've forgotten nothing."

Arching into the hands Bane suddenly started stroking up and down his back Blake basked in that as much as Bane's words. "So are we clear that I'm not being a manipulative bitch here like She Who Will Not Be Named since she kills my erections every time?"

Wisely not calling him on the name calling Bane asked instead what the favor was.

"As I understand it Doctor Ogdin is coming here soon and he'll be taking blood samples and running tests on members of your pack for his continued research into the effects of the experimentation. He also looks you over every visit because the scientists fucked up so badly with the Venom crap they exposed you to, but he doesn't do anything with Talia because she doesn't allow herself to be used as a lab rat unless she's actually ill. So she won't be there for the testing and such but you will, right?"

"Correct."

"Then the favor I need is that you order the wolves from your pack who get tested not to bring up any member of my family and us being here. Not so much as a peep."

Tightening his arms around Blake's waist Bane asked him why, especially since Ogdin had never been in charge of his feline's compound. The doctor had only occasionally consulted with the men and women in charge of the various hybrid compounds until they'd all come to England, which Blake and his brother had not.

"He and I only met a couple of times, but I made an impression."

"You do tend to do that."

Blake purred his agreement with that. "That's so very true."

"I'll see to it that my men don't reveal the fact that you are here. Or that your nephews exist."

"Thank you." Blake kissed Bane's neck. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

Shifting but unable to go anywhere Blake smirked as he gave Bane's chest a pat. "Okay. Now you need to let me go for a second. I promise I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Tensing up Bane wasn't about to let Blake go just yet without a damn good reason. He didn't have to go anywhere tonight and while he understood that his kitten had an obligation to look after his family...he wanted more time with him. That shouldn't be too much to ask.

"I need to get something out of my jacket. Then I'll be right back."

Obviously reluctant Bane complied, Blake giving his mask a kiss before sliding off first Bane and then the bed. Deliberately putting some swing to his step just because he was an ass like that, Blake smiled over his shoulder at Bane before going into the bathroom to retrieve the phone he'd left in his jacket pocket earlier. Flipping through the features as he walked back towards the bedroom Blake had found what he was looking for by the time he'd rejoined Bane on the bed, though this time he sprawled out on his back so that he and Bane were facing the same way as he held the screen up so that they could both see.

"We've had happy naked fun time, and taken care of business, now it's family time. This is Wilee making his 'Not that stuff again' face. He really didn't like this brand of formula, spit it up EVERYWHERE."

Blake smirked when his whole body moved thanks to the chuckling Bane was doing. "And this is a picture of Luke and Wilee sleeping on Eames's chest after they just started randomly crying for no apparent reason and would only settle down if Eames held them. He was in the shower when I dragged him out of it and that was a nice view, I gotta admit. Anyways he passed out right along with them once they were done their crying jag. Watching kids wears a person right out, big time."

"They make an interesting contrast with his tattoos."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind coming home to a hot man with our babies on his chest. My brother is a lucky feline. Aside from the surgery pains, sleepless nights, getting thrown up on, and all the other hassles that come with actually raising two kids while knowing it's probably only going to get worse with time. Though he is getting a ring on it so to speak, so at least Eames is stuck right alongside of him."

"A ring?"

"Yup, your cousin is planning on proposing to my brother tonight with a ring and everything. He even used my finger to resize the thing so that it will fit Arthur's. By the end of the year you and I are going to be family, Big Guy."

"That means you'll be spending more time here, doesn't it?"

"Not really, no. It's not safe to have the babies this close to your mistress, so as soon as they're big enough we'll all go home to the States and pretty much stay there unless something goes wrong or for the occasional visit. I mean it would be nice if that weren't the case since Eames does love his house here and so does Arthur, but short of killing your bitch off there's not a lot we can do since kicking her out would mean kicking you all out which isn't going to happen. Where she goes you all go, right?"

Sadly Bane had to agree with that.