I've promised a lot of my rp tumblr friends (I'm Lion-O on tumblr guise!) that I would do this. So time for some well needed stepcest.
For Tygra, today couldn't have have gotten any fucking worse. He sat in the hard church seats, that were bruising his ass, and watched his his mother, his mother for christ's sake, kiss him.
Tygra watched in horror as his mother, kissed Caldus Thundara or more commonly known as the hardass prime minister of the entire providence of Thundera. He was mess. A hot mess even, but with his mothers desperate ways, and attractive demeanor, he should have foreseen this catastrophe.
Mother.
Fucking.
Catastrophe.
He smiled weakly as his newlywed mother and stepfather tuckered down the velvet rug, and out the giant mahogany doors. What seemed to be millions followed, The striped cat being thankful that he chose the edge as his spot. He looked over, and felt his stomach drop. Drop to the center of the fucking earth.
They weren't lying when they said he was his son.
Noo, not lying at all.
The fire engine red hair the two shared couldn't be just a coincidence.
There was Lion-O. Lion-O Thundara. The formerly illegitimate spawn of Caldus Thundara. The lion male was known for a number of affairs, from being the culprit of the destruction of three cars innocently parked on the birchwood street curb, and for being the only one with enough balls to punch Charlie Hinson, a resident human bully, in the chops in the third grade.
But those were minor turnouts, the number one thing he was famous for, besides being a man whore, was the tattoo.
Lion-O Thundara allegedly had ink on his lower back, more commonly known on the streets as a tramp stamp. The tattoo read out, in immaculate old English letters, Judas. Those who had claimed to have been graced with it's presence, were immediately badgered with questions.
And to make the situation entirely worse, ever since the two were in the sixth grade, something Tygra loved, yet resented.
No, he just had to be attracted to the bad-boys. Why couldn't he like geeky dudes or preppy guys, or girls. But no. It just HAD to be him.
He sighed, and gather his bearings. And gloomily trudged into the sea of people.
Tygra loosened his bow tie as he sat at the family table during the reception. Caldus and his new wife Amaris (Tygra's biological mother) had just concluded their first dance. He had to admit, the two felines looked like a genuine happy couple. They smiled, laughed and all that saccharine nonsense. But even that couldn't sway the looming feeling of dread, nestled at the rock bottom of the tigers stomach.
His eyes diverted in the direction of Lion-O, who was sipping a glass of wine Tygra wasn't sure he was supposed to have. He cocked hi head to the side, an gave the tiger a look of questioning, a complementary raise eyebrow for added affect.
Tygra rebuffed with a half smile, not down enough to forsake his reputation as a nice guy.
He watched the lion raise from his seat, and saunter to the dance floor, grabbing a daughter of a family friend and beginning to dance.
Tygra inadvertently sighed.
He got up, thoughts of his new brother swimming in his mind like it was an aquarium. He knew now that he and Lion-O were related by marriage; the chances of getting his love were that of Aretha Franklin using the stairs to get to the top of the statue of liberty. E snagged a drink, what he assumed to be a rum and coke, and quickly drowned it. Smiling as the warm feeling of the alcohol hit his stomach.
Then, he found himself angry with himself. He refused to drink himself into a stupor. Not tonight. If he kept this shit up, he was going to end up at an alcoholics anonymous meeting, shivering for a shot of black and tan.
He rolled his eyes at the thought.
Hell fucking no.
The newlywed mother and father bid him a adieu the same night, he carrying her into the private jet, still clad in their wedding garments they took off for Aruba with a flare of a jet engine, and a wisp of wind.
Lion-o poked Tygra's shoulder, and gave him a half smile. "I guess you're my new brother." he said in his low voice. The tiger found the rumors true. Lion-o's voice was like sweet thunder, and smooth rain. It was sweet in a dark, sensual way, as many girls had described it.
Tygra raised his eyebrows. "I suppose so." he nervously scratched the back of his striped neck.
"I've always wanted a brother, just to have somebody to relate to."
"What about your, I mean, our father?" He asked, looking the lion in his sky blue eyes. Tygra had to admit that his eyes, as well of the rest of his body was impressive. He could picture the lean, yet muscular body beneath the cotton shirt Lion-O wore.
"Dad can be a real dick." "Constantly badgering me about my shit." he said with a apparent scowl. "Fucking asshole." the redhead crossed his arms, and his vision veered to the left. That, complemented with the scowl, made it wise for Tygra to change. the subject.
"So, do you need a ride home?" Tygra asked.
Lion-O waved off the offer. "Nah, the chauffeur will take me home." "Hey," he said, before the tiger could get the words out. "Why not ride home with me?"
"My cars here."
"I can have somebody retrieve it for you in the morning."
Tygra shrugged, and Lion-O lit a cigarette. He offered him a cancer stick, but Tygra rejected, and inwardly gasped as the Lion male pulled a flask from his inner coat pocket, and took a nip.
"Want some of this then?"
Tygra Shook his head no, "I don't drink."
Lie.
He motioned for the tiger to follow him, making that devilish smirk that he always made. Lion-O phoned for the chauffeur, who pulled into the empty parking lot soon after.
He smiled once more, and sleuthed into the limousine, bouncing on the soft leather seats like a child, before moving into the corner, allowing his step brother to enter.
Almost immediately, the lion took to his knees, and invaded the contents of the small refrigerator at their feet. He retrieved a miniature bottle of Gray Goose, a icy glass of cranberry juice, a lime, and some mint. Lion-O added all the mixtures into a shaker, the mint being exempt.
"Grab two glasses." He asked in a gruff voice, his hand moving like a blur as the concoction melded ion itself.
After a steady minute and a half of that, the lion, grabbed the twin glasses, and filled each with a gooseberry. (also called vodka and) cranberry
He shoved one in Tygra's hands, and took a sip of his own, lounging on the leather seats like he was queen of the fucking court, his face hiding behind the class. Lion-O loosened his bowtie, and then unbuttoned his shirt, leaving his chest exposed for all to see.
Boner alert.
Tygra blushed (can they even blush?) and sipped his gooseberry casually. Hi tried his hardest, not to rake his eyes up and down his new stepbrother's physique, but failed. His gaze would trace from his neckline, then down to his belt, then repeat.
Down, stop, repeat.
Down, stop, repeat.
Down, stop, repeat.
This time, his eyes met his, and the redhead smirked, withdrawing a cigarette from his pants pocket and lighting it, cracking the window.
He sighed, and downed the rest of his beverage.
It was gonna be a long night.
Sorry I it's short. It's just a pilot chapter. If I continue, things will get longer and more interesting.