Here it is: A sequel to Unlikeliest Of Lovers! Hope it's okay. By the way, you could probably read this without reading the prequel but it might make more sense to do that.

Now, let me apologise. I always, always re-read my stories after I write them to make sure there aren't any spelling or grammatical errors and most of the time I can pick up on the problems. However, I've read through Unlikeliest Of Lovers and I realise at that time I was not so good at it. Sorry about the spelling errors, I'm quite ashamed to be honest. Please don't throw things at me!

Anyway, this one picks up a while after where the last one ended. I could explain but it's all in the text. Have fun!

Love Is No Fairytale

Chapter 1

Do You Love Me?

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat. It never seemed that any one thing – regardless of what it was or even who – could satisfy him and he constantly went through life wanting something better. He had been that way ever since he was a kitten and had caused his parents more trouble than any cat should have to deal with. As he grew and discovered his own body he realised – partly from observation of himself and partly by observing others' reactions to him – that he was quite the looker. With sleek black fur accented by sexy sections of leopard print and a huge, wild mane it was easy to see why he could have any cat he thrust his hips towards. This, as a matter of fact, had always been the case ever since he had been old enough to see other cats as objects and he continually went through streams of both queens and toms as his libido grew larger and larger every day. It seemed at one time, perhaps, that absolutely nothing could stop him and he would carry on through life having fruitless, solely sexual relationships and never get close to any other cat. In some ways he used to like that idea and revelled in his ability to pick up and dump whichever cat he saw fit in the blink of an eye.

This was all until one day when out of the blue he noticed a cat he had known for a large part of his life and this time said cat had a certain glimmer about him. At first the new feelings he had experienced were those which were usually found swirling in his loins but somewhere along the line they had become deep-rooted testaments of love. He had been completely knocked head over heels when he realised that for the first time in his life he was actually in love with another cat and the strangest thing was that he had never felt better. To have another in his life to care for and be cared for in return was indescribable and nothing like he had ever felt before. Pretty soon he had known he never wanted to feel any different and had proudly taken the cat as his mate. Despite a horrible twist of events and a few quite rocky situations Tugger knew he had chosen right and up until now woke up everyday with a tingling feeling inside him that let him know he had been completed. Maybe the tingling feeling was because his mate was magical but he didn't care either way. Sure, that magic was amazing and he constantly marvelled at his wonderful mate's abilities but it was his sweet and caring nature that was the real draw. Tugger knew he had truly found happiness in the Magical Mister Mistoffelees and when he looked into his eyes he knew without a doubt that the feeling was mutual.

An early spring evening's dying light filtered through the twisted and haphazard piles of junk that made up their junkyard home and a certain eeriness hung in the air as the endless mounds of rubbish were cast into a deep orange glow from the sunset. As the night became closer and the stars began to come out the Rum Tum Tugger remained sleeping soundly in his den with the one he adored in his arms. Mistoffelees lay curled up in his embrace and despite being asleep he still produced a gentle purr of complete comfort and contentment. The black and white young tom was still rather young when he had mated to Tugger and that wasn't all that long ago in retrospect. Mistoffelees it seemed would never loose the traits that made others see him as quite kittenish but he really didn't mind. While he was incredibly smart he liked being thought of as naïve and a little bit innocent as it really helped him keep up his mysterious façade. At least, to others. He no longer wished to be vague towards Tugger since he wanted nothing more than to get closer to his tom. When he found he was in love he didn't quite understand but knew he didn't want to fight it. It felt so natural and so perfect that he always did his best to explore it further each day and this is why he didn't keep secrets from the Maine Coon. Not anymore. Mistoffelees loved his Tugger and that was more important than wearing a mask day in day out. With a gentle flickering of his eyes he was soon awake and he took in the first sights of that evening. There in front of him was Tugger and he smiled when he saw the flirtatious beast breathing heavily in his sleep. It felt great to wake up every evening and see his tom still sleeping so peacefully and it made him giggle internally to behold the sight. Tugger was an incredibly lazy sleeper and he often lay with his jaw slacked open and his body sprawled out wherever he deemed the most inconvenient others. He of course made provisions to hold Misto tightly but didn't care much for anything else. It was in his nature to be irritating and it held true even in his sleep. Misto simply enjoyed the sight and waited silently for his tom to wake up – whenever that may be.

It wasn't too long before the light outside had become incredibly dim and Misto heard the movements of the other Jellicles in the junkyard outside the den he shared with Tugger. Still he waited but Tugger didn't seem to show any signs of stirring. He waited and waited and it wasn't long before half an hour had gone by with him still lying there in Tugger's grasp. Usually he was a patient tom but he was beginning to feel restless and wanted to get up. Feeling mischievous he reached his paw out into the air and began to rub his thumb and index finger together feeling a warm tingle build up there as he did so. When he felt ready he brought his paw over towards his mate and quickly flicked those two fingers apart from each other. The result was a squeaky pop that was not too loud but enough to startle Tugger and make him flail wildly for a few seconds as he was jolted from his slumber. Misto watched as his mate made his strange display and couldn't help but laugh when the tom was left with a look of confusion and fussiness as he settled back down. When he noticed Misto giggling as he looked at him he sat up pouting and kicked his legs off of the bed to face away from him. Straight away he went to work preening his mane and in the usual fashion when he was woken up quickly began to whine,

"I don't like it when you do that. It's mean"

His reaction just made Misto giggle more and the tuxedo-patterned tom decided to tease him,

"Oh…the big, strong Rum Tum Tugger doesn't like it when I bully him. Poor little pussycat"

"Shut up!" said the bigger tom putting more emphasis on the 'up' of the phrase. "You know I don't like it when you wake me up like that"

"I like it"

"Well don't. It's not fair"

"I never said I was fair"

"Why are you being so mean this evening?" asked Tugger turning around and looking at the smaller tom with the same pout. Misto pushed himself to his knees and scooted over to Tugger getting in close to kiss him before the bigger tom could do anything about it. After a few seconds he knew he couldn't resist the smaller tom and played him at his own game. Tugger was an excellent kisser and Misto soon became putty in his paw as he lay him back down and climbed on top of him to kiss him harder. The smaller tom melted in Tugger's embrace and held on tightly as his head started to swim with passion. After a few moments Tugger pulled gently back and looked down at Misto with a wry smile and spoke softly as he began to stroke the fur on his head,

"You know your meanness is no match for how gorgeous
I am, don't you?"

Misto just smiled back, "How is it that you love yourself so much?"

"When you look this good you can't help but love yourself"

"Yeah, yeah…" responded Misto playfully, "Well, you know there's a cat that loves you more than you do, don't you?"

"More than one, I can barely keep them away sometimes"

"You know who I mean"

The corner of Tugger's mouth turned up and he moved closer to be eye to eye with Misto, "I don't think I do"

Misto happily went along with it and attempted to appear just as sexy as Tugger, "You know the one. The tuxedo tom that loves you more than anyone else"

"Oh yeah? What's he like?"

"Oh he's quite something, you're very lucky to have him"

"I reckon I could have had him at the drop of a hat if I had wanted to"

"Hey!" yelped Misto forgetting his attempt at a sensual guise, "I wasn't that easy!"

Tugger grinned evilly, "You sure? It seemed to me that I was all you could think about."

"You know that's not true!"

"Come on, Misty…"

"Don't call me Misty"

"Really? I thought you liked being called Misty, or Mistykins" said Tugger finding it hard not to crack up over how flustered Misto was getting since he was no longer the one doing the teasing.

"No!" squeaked Misto

"Is there something else you'd like me to call you?"

"Misto is fine"

"Not even Missy?"

"Especially not Missy!"

"How about something a little more…dark" said Tugger in a low growl close to the tuxedo's ear. Misto felt a small shiver inside him, even he was victim to Tugger's charms when he laid it on thickly.

"You are an absolute nightmare" said the small tom with a tiny tremble in his voice.

"Tell me you don't love it" responded Tugger menacingly as he started nipping and placing small kisses on the tom's neck. Slowly Misto was loosing his ability to remain in control of the urges that were building inside him and he began to grip the bigger tom that was still on top of him more tightly. He would be embarrassed to admit it but he loved being there feeling the bigger tom run his paws over his body making him shiver and also feeling his weight press him down into the bed. Tugger radiated sex and from time to time Misto wondered how he had ever resisted his appeal. He was glad they loved each other so much or else he knew he would feel like a complete whore for allowing himself to succumb to Tugger's temptations. When he thought about their love though all his worries went away; he had never known such a wonderful feeling and he never wanted to be apart from the one that allowed him to feel it. He adored his tom completely.

Misto took a moment to centre his mind and then his expression softened,

"Seriously, Tug. You know I love you, right?"

Tugger's smile became warmer upon hearing this and he placed a soft kiss on the tux's lips before responding,

"You should know I do. Do you love me?"

"Absolutely"

The night was soon upon the junkyard and the many Jellicles that inhabited were quick to emerge from their places of rest. Munkustrap – a silver tabby and protector of them all – sat with his mate Demeter – a black and gold queen – on top of a large discarded tyre that sat to the edge of the large clearing that made up the centre of the junkyard. Together they watched the night's events unfold and it wasn't long before the queen was drawn away to chat by her friend Bombalurina. Bomba was a red queen with a fiery personality and it was widely known that she and Tugger had had something that was not quite a relationship before he had mated to Misto. She had been rife with jealousy when the Maine Coon started to pay the small tom more attention than her and she had very nearly succeeded in driving Misto away so she could steal Tugger back. In time, however, she had come to realise just how wrong she had been to do so and had been incredibly upset with herself for doing the things she had done to tarnish the young tom's reputation. She had never really had a quam with Misto but she knew that her temper could sometimes get away from her. Since she had come to accept Tugger and Misto as mates she had done her best to strengthen her relationship with both of them and surprisingly it had been Tugger that it was more difficult to do as such with. Their relationship, in hindsight, had been almost completely sexual and it felt strange to interact with each other in ways that didn't involve rolling around in her den. There had been a few times when they had needed to abandon their attempts at reconciliation due to sheer embarrassment and even shame but recently they had managed to make some ground. She was glad to hear Tugger had actually managed to fall in love and though at first she had been put out that it wasn't her he had fallen for she was nonetheless happy that he was happy. What's more she was somewhat relieved since she could now step back and see just what she must have looked like to be completely hung up on him. He had been completely outrageous with her and to remember just how she had accepted it made her feel undignified. She knew she was a good, upstanding queen on the inside and she really hoped she could remain that way from now on; if only it weren't for her love of the 'bad boy' attitude.

As she sat with Demeter they nattered about the usual things and eventually got onto the topic of mates. It was true that Bomba was feeling the need to find someone creep up on her again and since this was the first time since Tugger wasn't available anymore she felt somewhat at a loss. Demeter was the only one that really understood her as they were the absolute best of friends and she felt the least she could do was lend a sympathetic ear. She tried to tell Bomba she would find someone but the red queen was finding it hard to accept that it wouldn't take long for that to happen.

As they carried on they noticed Misto jump out of his and Tugger's den with a big smile plastered across his face.

"Good evening, everyone!" he called out gleefully as he jumped down from the junk and scampered around.

"He certainly looks happy" said Bomba apathetically, "One guess as to why"

"No need to guess" replied Deme as she gestured towards where the tux had just emerged. Tugger was climbing out with a sly smile and he stood looking out across the junkyard while he adjusted his belt. Within seconds he was surrounded by his fan club and was being rubbed against fervently. He enjoyed their obsessive affection and enjoyed more wondering whether or not it made Misto uncomfortable or not. It felt even better though whenever Misto came by and he could push the kittens aside to be with him. It felt nicer in every way that he thought about it and was glad that he could tap into this new level of pleasure.

Right now though, he enjoyed his fan club. He gyrated his hips for them a little and horsed around to get them to shriek and smirked when he noticed his brother's disapproving glare come from across the clearing. He may have been mated but he wasn't about to let that get in the way of breaking the rules – at least with everything but Misto. To be made to feel like a piece of meat was more of a compliment to him and he revelled in the younger cats' hungry gazes.

"Tugger!" yelled Etcetera, "Flex for me!"

"No! Flex for me!" cut in Electra

"Flex for me" came a silky yet still juvenile voice from the side. Tugger turned to see Misto seeming to have appeared from nowhere and watching him with knowing eyes and a cheeky smile. Without hesitation the bigger tom stepped towards him and fluffed his mane showing off just how attractive he perceived himself to be. Misto decided to let him have this one and walk forward to place his paws on the bigger tom's chest. Much to the dismay of the surrounding kittens they kissed quickly and placed arms around each other's backs so they could walk together.

"Where are you going?" asked Etcetera with a scowl. She was not at all happy that her future mate – in her mind - was leaving them to go off with his current mate.

"Just for a wander" said Tugger without looking at her, "Come on, babe"

Misto gave the kitten a sorry smile as they walked away and he really hoped she didn't hate him, after all he hadn't done anything but mated Tugger. Then again, maybe in Etcetera's eyes that was an unforgiveable crime.

As they walked they once again enjoyed the silence that was afforded to them by being alone on one of the junkyard's many trails. They liked walking with each other at night and Tugger always liked to watch Misto become entranced by the beauty he saw in everything. The tux was very insightful and there were many times when Tugger had attempted to understand the way he thought about things. Usually finding himself even more confused than when he had started he was happy enough just to watch his tom marvel at nature. On this night Misto walked along with an airy smile on his face and Tugger became curious as to the look.

"What's got you so happy?" he asked

"Nothing. Just happy is all"

"There's got to be something"

"I dunno. I was just thinking about where we go from here"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're mated now and I was thinking about what we might do next"

"In our relationship?"

"Uh huh. I was just smiling at the thought of our future"

Tugger chuckled lightly, that sounded a bit silly to him.

"The thought of our future. Well, personally I wasn't thinking much past tomorrow morning"

Misto stopped and caught Tugger before he could carry on. He spun him around playfully and draped his arms around his neck.

"Don't you ever think about the future at all?"

"Sometimes but I prefer to live in the moment. You know that."

"Mmm" hummed Misto thoughtfully as he looked away for a moment. "But you and I, you do think we have a future, right?"

"Of course I do. Unless you have other plans?" the bigger tom said with a smirk

"No. I suppose we're just different that way. I like to think about the future and what we'll get up to"

"Well, what did you have in mind?" asked Tugger as he turned around and started walking again. Misto quickly followed.

"Well, just the normal sorts of things mates do. Nothing like Jenny and Skimble though – that would probably be strange."

"Damn right"

"Maybe like Munk and Demeter, they seem really happy"

Tugger chuffed, "I don't think I really want to be like that goody-two-shoes brother of mine. Imagine how straightforward and ordered the sex must be"

Misto snorted and then tried to contain his giggles.

"You shouldn't say that about your brother, I'm sure he's perfectly good at-"

"Please! Let's not talk about Munkustrap having sex"

"You brought it up"

"Nonetheless, I don't think I really want to think about that"

"Well, okay. So maybe we won't be like them."

Tugger thought for a second and then decided to ask, "Are you getting at anything in particular?"

Misto was quiet and then just spoke apathetically, "Well, not really. I was just wondering if we'd ever do what other mates do…kittens for example…"

Tugger stopped dead with his eyes as wide as saucers. Misto carried on a few paces before realising has mate had halted and turned back to a very strange sight. Tugger's head was cocked to one side and he was staring at the tux with a look of complete stupefaction. There was silence between them for a good long while before Misto attempted to get through to him.

"Tugger? Are you alright?"

The maned tom continued to stare for another long moment and then said with a strained, scratchy voice, "What did you say?"

"I asked if you were alright"

"Before that"

"About what other mates do?"

"Kittens."

"Oh…was that bad?"

"Bah!" was all Tugger could mange as he held out his paws in front of him and seemed to scream 'Why?' with his eyes. Misto just looked down and laid his ears flat against his head.

"Sorry, Tug. I didn't mean to upset you"

Tugger didn't pick up on Misto's feeling stupid and carried on in his dazed state,

"Have you actually been thinking about kittens? Are you crazy? I mean, you and I having kittens? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. You're barely out of kittenhood yourself and suddenly you want kittens? You're mad!"

Misto scuffed his paws and shifted uncomfortably as he stood before his flustered mate.

"I'm sorry. It was just a thought. I wondered whether or not you'd thought about it all but I didn't mean to take it any further than that. Just forget I said anything"

"It's gonna take me a while to forget about that. Everlasting, Misto. Kittens?"

The tux just looked down even further and didn't say anything. Tugger started to see he was making his mate feel about an inch tall and felt like an idiot for reacting like he did. It wasn't Misto's fault that he was so against the idea of starting a family and it wasn't fair to explode at him. With a deep sigh and a roll of his eyes he stepped forward and brought the smaller tom into his embrace. The two stood there for a few moments before Tugger found enough strength to swallow his pride,

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so…you know"

Misto loosened up a little and snuggled into his mate's mane,

"No, I'm sorry. I should have known"

"How could you have known I had all that bottled up in me?"

"It's alright. I won't mention it again"

"Not for a while at least. I just don't think I'm ready to raise kittens, let alone with you"

Misto stood in his lover's arms for a few moments more as Tugger's words sunk in. He then leant back with a puzzled expression and narrowed his eyebrows as he spoke,

"Let alone with me?"

Tugger was caught off guard and blabbered for a second or two before he managed words,

"I…uh…not with…I mean I didn't mean to say…well, I did but…Look, what I meant was it's just that you would…um…probably be really good at it and I know I'd just be terrible so I wouldn't want kittens to push us apart"

Misto looked up at him and wondered if that was really the truth but then tried to relax when he remembered Tugger wasn't really one to think before he spoke. He still wondered if maybe there was more to the statement but in his heart he knew Tugger was just being Tugger.

"Okay. Maybe we can talk about it in a few years"

"Alright then" said Tugger trying his best to look neutral but still feeling uneasy at the prospect of becoming a father. "Anyway, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about"

"Oh?"

"I was thinking it would be nice to get out of here for a night. You know I love my fan club but they can get a little suffocating from time to time. I was thinking that maybe you and I and some of the others could go out on the town for a night, you know, just for fun."

"Really?" asked Misto curiously. He had never really been out on the town except for when Tugger had taken him on dates; he loved those so surely going out with friends would be good as well, wouldn't it? "Alright, that sounds really nice. Where were you thinking of going?"

"I was thinking somewhere awesome. Maybe Soho or somewhere like that"

"Soho?" asked Misto. He had no idea where that was.

"You'll like it, just wait and see. You can meet some of my other friends"

"Oh" said Misto pausing. He had heard Tugger talk about his 'other friends' before and he had always made them sound quite shady or at least incredibly rambunctious. Not that it was much of a problem to him but still it made him feel a little nervous to think that he actually might meet some of the cats Tugger had told him about. Another thought that instantly crept into his mind was that of how many of these 'other friends' his mate had spent some 'quality time' with. What if they tried it on despite Tugger being mated now, would he – a little black and white tom not too long out of kittenhood – be able to stop them?

Tugger could see his mate's mind working and knew he had to stop him before it ran away with crazy ideas.

"You'll have a great time, don't worry about a thing. You know, it's not too late; how about we grab a couple of the others right now and see what we can find?"

Misto was hesitant but he didn't want to disappoint his mate. With a large gulp he put on a smile and with a sparkle in his eyes he happily said,

"Okay, let's go"

How 'bout that then, huh? Kind of a slow start but I wanted to try and set the scene. Hopefully if you're reading this without having already read Unlikeliest of Lovers then it makes some sense to you.

The next chapter I hope won't take too long to write but no promises. Usually when I've got a story going the words come quite easily so I guess we'll just wait and see.

I'd love to hear what you think as I get this story going. Of course, if it sucks then tell me and I can try and make it better.