Author note: I'm not entirely sure why I'm publishing this. I wrote it such a long time ago now, but finding it on my hard drive made me smile. I'm still not 100% happy with the flow of it so any suggestions will be welcomed.
Just a brief warning, this is a slash fic, perhaps a mildly disturbing slash fic depending on your point of view about the characters involved. I've tried to make it seem as plausible as this pairing can be, so I hope you enjoy.
All in all it had been a successful night. Terrorising the Jellicles did hold a certain charm. Crashing the Jellicle Ball, kidnapping the Jellicle leader, and frightening the life out of many of the kittens and cats alike. One thing was for sure, the Jellicles would remember this for a long time.
"Maccy boy you've outdone yourself this time," he chuckled to himself as he reclined on what could only be described as a small throne. The large room he occupied was otherwise deserted; Macavity liked time to himself, to plot and plan his next deed.
The sound of raised voices outside brought a smirk to his lips, he knew that it would have only been a matter of time before this certain visitor decided to pay him a visit, and he also knew that there wasn't much that the guards would be able to do to keep him out.
A somewhat stressed henchcat poked his head around the door.
"Sir, there's someone to see you, says he won't wait."
Macavity allowed a look of amusement to graze his features, being proved right was one of his more enjoyable activities.
"Send him in."
If any of the Jellicles happened to be present at this moment they would have been shocked at who stepped into the room. For it appeared to most that this silver tabby was not one to make housecalls to sworn enemies of the tribe. He stood silently, glaring at the figure sat in the throne. In the moments that followed, Macavity had time to admire his handiwork on the Jellicle second-in-command. Claw marks stood out against his silver colouring, dried blood that had neglected to be washed out, knotted his fur.
"Oh Munkus, look at what that wicked Macavity did to you. Does it hurt?" Macavity spoke in a high-pitched voice, obviously in a mocking imitation of a certain golden queen from the Junkyard.
"Knock it off, Mac," Munk growled, "You know why I'm here."
Macavity chuckled,
"Indeed. Tell me, has playing the hero been too much for you this time?"
Munk's response to that question was a merely another glare.
"Why did you do that, and last night of all nights?"
"I have a reputation to uphold, Munkus. I can't let the kitties start to think of me as just a fairy story. Besides, you dived right into the fracas back there, I wonder why you didn't let Alonzo attack me first?"
"You already know why, I'm the Jellicle protector, the first line of defence. Don't you think they would have suspected something if I held back. Besides, if I'd let you two fight first, one of you would probably be dead right now."
"Safe money would be on Alonzo," Mac grinned wickedly.
"So now let me ask you something. Why didn't you go easy on me? I pulled my punches why didn't you?"
"Oh you know you like it rough," Mac smirked, then became serious, "If I had 'gone easy on you' would you have backed down?" Mac paused to give Munk a chance to reply, when none came he shook his head, "You wouldn't so I had to make you. It's simple really. To tell you the truth I'm actually surprised you managed to sneak away with all those nasty looking wounds, surely Demeter would want to take care of her protector."
"Demeter is a good friend to me, and one which you should stop terrorising."
"Where's the fun in that? You know this is what I do, I don't pretend otherwise. Now you, on the other paw; doesn't it feel like you're betraying her, every time you come here? For someone with a hero complex you certainly have your priorities in a twist."
Munk remained in stubborn silence.
Macavity chuckled, "Now that the interrogation is done with, get over here, someone has to clean up those wounds if we don't want to see a handsome silver tabby get an infection and keel over."
Reluctantly Munk headed towards the ginger tom and allowed himself to sink to the ground at Macavitys' paws,
"I really don't know why I come here sometimes," he growled half-heartedly, not having the energy to continue to reprimand the Napoleon of Crime.
"Would you like me to remind you?" Macavity leant toward him, and gently licked a wound on the silver tom's neck, cleaning it of any blood. Macavity wasn't content with just that, and began to nibble Munk's ear.
Munk squirmed away from him,
"I'm still mad at you."
Macavity sighed and returned to cleaning his wounds and Munk soon followed suit with a sigh of his own.
"I shouldn't be here with you, Mac. The Jellicles look to me to protect them, and meanwhile here's me in bed with the enemy."
"We're not in bed, Munkus, though you won't hear any complaints from me if that's your plan for the night."
"You know what I mean," Munk hissed, as Macavity's tongue ran over a particularly tender spot.
"Well, I apologise if I'm a problem."
"It's not you who is the problem, it's your reputation. How far would you actually go to keep that up? Would you kill for it?"
"You already know the answer so don't ask the question, it's tiresome."
"Would you kill me?"
"I have no reason to kill you, dear boy. You are far more of an attraction to me alive than dead. I may be a twisted bastard but necrophilia is not one of my favourite pastimes."
"Be serious for once, Mac. You know as well as I do that one of these days it may come down to one of us having to kill the other. After tonight Deuteronomy may want you dead, he already sees you as a threat to the tribe, who knows what he thinks now?" Munk turned to face Macavity, leaning in close towards him, "If orders are given that you are to be killed, I'm the one who will have to do it. Doesn't that worry you at all? Because it scares the hell out of me."
"You worry too much, Munkus." Macavity smiled, "And as someone who cares for your mental wellbeing I advise you to relax and enjoy," he took the silver tabby by the shoulders and pushed him back against the throne, then he slowly trailed his tongue up Munks' neck and along his jaw, "Comfy? Then we'll begin."