Misto sat perched on a piece of warmed sheet metal on a large junk pile. He stared out over the junk yard; his green eyes focused on a certain cat…a certain Tom. He was tall, strong, kind and gentle. Misto fell for him not that long ago, but it was sudden. He didn't even realise he was interested in Toms until he fell for the Protector. That's right, he fell for Munkustrap. The strong silver black-striped Tabby, who was one day meant to take over the Jellicle throne. Misto sighed, laying down on the warm piece of sheet metal. He could never tell Munkustrap how he felt. No…never, because there was a rule that Toms were not allowed to be with Toms, if a couple were then the one who had started the relationship would be banished from the yard. Misto frowned. He didn't know why the rule was in place…but he didn't like it. Munkustrap, at the present moment, was a telling a story to the kittens. He was jumping this way and that, trying to keep the kittens interested. He didn't need to worry though; the kittens at his feet were wide eyed at his story. Misto sighed, resting his head on his paws. Munkustrap had been kind to him when he had been abandoned at the gates. Munkustrap took care of him, he even gave up spending time with his older brother, Macavity, and his younger brother, Rum Tum Tugger. Misto purred slightly. Munkustrap wasn't really anything like his brothers. Munkustrap was serious and protective while Tugger was playful and, well, Tugger. Macavity was a complete psychopath. Munkustrap had a playful side though, Misto had seen a few times.
"Hey, Sparkles," Misto rolled onto his side, looking at Tugger as he settled down beside him. Tugger yawned.
"Where's your fan club?" Misto asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Listening to Munkus's story," Tugger grinned. "Thank the Everlasting Cat for Munkus…Cetty's squealing was insane today," Misto nodded, looking back at Munkustrap, who was being pounced on by the kittens.
"I see the way you look at him," Tugger said softly. Misto quickly looked around. Tugger had his head tilted as he looked at Misto.
"You like him, don't you?" Tugger asked, nodding to Munkus. Misto couldn't breathe…had he seriously been that obvious? Tugger sighed.
"Mist, I don't care if you like Munku…I'm not one of those cats who'll abandon you because of who you like," Misto looked at Tugger, surprised. He had no idea that Tugger was that…deep. Tugger grinned, rolling over onto his back.
"Because, you know, I quite like to swing both ways," Misto rolled his eyes…caring, deep Tugger moment was now gone. Tugger sat up, frowning.
"You should tell him though, Misto," Tugger said. Misto sighed, looking back at Munkustrap. Demeter had her arms wrapped around him as she nuzzled him.
"Why?" Misto questioned sadly. "He has Demeter," Tugger gave a small hum, in such a way that Misto knew he was hiding something.
"What, Tugger?" Misto asked. Tugger sighed and looked at him seriously.
"If you tell anyone that I told you this, I will murder you," Tugger warned him. Misto crossed his heart with his paw.
"Munkustrap doesn't love Demeter…he never has," Tugger told him. "The only reason that they're together is because Dad made Munkustrap mate with her," Misto was shocked. One reason because Munkus didn't actually love Demeter, and the second being Deuteronomy making Munkustrap mate with her. It was Deuteronomy's word that you should only mate with a cat that you do love in some way…and not be forced into it because of opinion or family. And yet, he had made Munkustrap mate with Demeter! Misto's fur bristled with anger.
"Calm down…you're going all glittery," Tugger said, backing away slightly from the glitter making its way onto Misto's coat. Misto sighed, calming himself again. Tugger looked at the small Tuxedo cat, who was breathing heavily. Tugger stretched, yawning.
"Well, I've got to go," Tugger grinned, messing up Misto's head fur. Misto gave him a small glare as Tugger leapt off the junk pile and walked away. Misto sighed, laying back down and fixing his head fur. He wanted Munkustrap, he wanted Munkustrap to know that he loved him.
Munkustrap waited by the pier, waiting for Tugger to arrive. Tugger did so, though he was fashionably late, but then again it never was like Tugger to be on time. Tugger sat down beside him, rubbing his eyes.
"Just a little bit late, huh, Tugger?" Munkustrap asked his younger brother. Tugger shrugged, fixing up his mane. Munkustrap frowned, staring at Tugger. Tugger seemed a little…pre-occupied.
"Tugger, what is it?" Munkustrap asked. Tugger shook his head as he dangled his legs off the edge of the pier.
"Nothing," Munkustrap sighed, looking into the water before looking back at Tugger.
"You've never been good at keeping secrets, Tugger," Munkustrap told him. "Now tell me what's wrong," Tugger looked at him.
"Hey, I am too good at keeping secrets, I've kept the one about you and Deme…oh, wait," Tugger said suddenly, breaking off. Munkustrap lunged at him, pinning him down onto the pier.
"You didn't!" Munkustrap yelled. Tugger blinked in response.
"Damn it, Tugger, please tell me you didn't tell anyone about what I told you about me and Demeter!"
"Um…well," Munkustrap snarled, leaping off Tugger and pacing around the pier agitatedly.
"Relax, Munkus," Tugger told him boredly, running his claws through his mane.
"Relax?" Munkustrap snarled. "Tugger, you told someone my deepest secret!" Tugger sighed, rolling his brown eyes and looking at Munkustrap.
"Munk, trust me, he isn't going to say anything," Tugger told him. Munkustrap frowned, pausing his pacing.
"Why?" He questioned curiously. Tugger gave a small cough.
"Well, he, uh, likes you…and he won't do anything to destroy your reputation with Dad," Tugger admitted. Munkustrap sat beside Tugger once more, starting to relax.
"Oh," Munkustrap murmured. He looked at Tugger, looking apologetic.
"Sorry for over-reacting," He apologized. "But you know what Dad will do if he finds out that I'm not interested in Demeter," Tugger nodded.
"Yeah, I know, Munk," Tugger sighed. Munkustrap hesitated for a moment.
"Who likes me, Tug?" Munkustrap asked a little while later. Tugger hesitated, before smiling.
"I think you'll find out soon enough, Munkus," Tugger laughed before leaping up and running off. Munkustrap grinned, leaping to his feet and chasing after Tugger, tackling him to the ground and wrestling with him.
A few days later, Misto was almost a nervous wreck. Tugger's words kept playing on his mind and he wanted to tell Munkustrap how he felt. Misto breathed in, finally plucking up the courage to walk up to Munkustrap. Munkustrap was talking to Alonzo, as Misto walked over to him. Misto's legs felt like jelly, they felt numb and shaky.
"Uh, Munk?" Misto asked nervously. Munkustrap looked at him.
"Can I talk to you…alone?" Munkustrap nodded and Alonzo walked off. Munkustrap followed Misto back to his den.
"Yes, Misto?" Munkustrap asked. Misto looked at him, at his kind, gentle, friendly face and broke down crying.
"I-I feel like such an idiot!" Misto sobbed. Munkustrap was taken aback but hugged the small conjurer anyway.
"Why, Misto?" Munkustrap asked softly. "What's wrong?" Misto sobbed, burying his head into Munkustrap's strong silver chest.
"I fell in love," Misto sobbed. Munkustrap frowned.
"Why does that make you feel like an idiot?" Munkustrap questioned, confused. Misto hiccupped.
"Because I can get banished for it," Misto whispered. Munkustrap looked at him.
"I fell in love with a Tom, Munkus," Misto sighed. It was now or never. "I fell in love with you," Misto cringed, expecting Munkus to yell at him or say hurtful things, but Munkustrap remained quiet. Misto sobbed once more.
"Say something, please," Misto pleaded. The silence was worse then being yelled at.
"So, Tugger was right about I would know in a few days," Munkustrap mused. Misto looked up at him. Munkustrap smiled softly at him, wiping his tears away softly.
"It's okay, Misto," Munkustrap told him gently.
"I-I know that you don't love Demeter…but," Misto broke off, crying once more.
"But you're afraid I don't love you?" Munkustrap asked him. Misto nodded. Munkustrap held him close as he lowered them both to the floor.
"You don't need to be afraid of that, Misto," Munkustrap reassured him. Misto looked up, his green eyes filled with unshed tears. Munkustrap's blue eyes were sparkling brightly as he leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against Misto's. Misto kissed back passionately. Misto hungrily continued the kiss, his paws rubbing Munkustrap's chest. His paws slipped lower, but Munkustrap broke the kiss, catching his paws before they went any lower.
"Not yet, Misto," Munkustrap told him gently. "Not yet," Misto nodded, biting his lip, feeling embarrassed.
"I just want to be with you, Misto…for now," Munkustrap told him softly. "Physical stuff can come later, but now, I just want to be with you," Misto nodded once more, resting his head against Munkustrap's shoulder as Munkus wrapped his arms around him, holding him close and humming.
The weeks went by and Munkustrap and Misto kept their secret relationship going. Tugger knew of course, he was secretly pleased to see his middle brother happy once more. He was happy to see his best friend happy as well, and not dying of heartbreak.
Munkus and Tugger were sitting by the pier again, talking to one another.
"Another Tom isn't that bad you know," Tugger said. Munkustrap looked at him. He knew Tugger did have relations with Toms, minor relations, but no one really knew about it.
"It was me and Skimble the other night," Tugger said suddenly. Munkustrap was surprised. Skimble and Jenny were mates.
"He was pretty drunk, he and Jenny had been fighting and he got a little drunk," Tugger laughed. "Damn, he was good," Munkustrap shuddered, not something he really wanted to hear. "He knew things I didn't," Munkustrap put his paws over his ears.
"Don't want to hear it, Tugger!" Tugger laughed and continued to explain, in detail, what he and Skimble did.
"You know…he was probably the most enjoyable," Tugger sighed. Munkustrap looked at him. Tugger offered him a small smile.
"Better than Alonzo and Mungo…but, I don't know," Tugger murmured. Munkustrap patted his brother on the back.
"Yeah, I know," Munkus murmured.
Munkustrap and Misto were in Misto's den, kissing once again, their paws gently running through the back-fur of the other. Munkustrap stopped, getting his breath back as he nuzzled Misto. Misto nuzzled him back, rubbing his cheek against Munkustrap's. Munkustrap pressed his nose against Misto's, making Misto laugh, before they started kissing once more. Munkustrap holding onto Misto tightly as Misto hungrily continued the kiss, his paws running through Munkustrap's head-fur.
"So this is why you keep leaving me!" Munkustrap and Misto broke apart, looking at the den entrance in shock and fear. Demeter and Bombalurina stood there. Demeter was fuming, Bomba was smiling. Bomba walked into the den, sitting beside them and looking back at Demeter.
"Dem…I can explain," Munkustrap tried weakly.
"Don't bother, Munkus," Bomba spoke, looking at Misto, her eyes sparkling. "You and Misto are in love, you don't need to explain that," Munkustrap and Misto looked at Bomba in surprise.
"I-I can't believe you!" Demeter screeched at Munkustrap. Munkustrap sunk back a little bit.
"You're supposed to be my mate and yet I catch you pashing Mistoffelees, a TOM!" Misto's ears were pressed flat against his skull. Bomba sighed.
"Deme, c'mon, they love each other," Bomba tried. "It's better for them to be together with the one they truly love then be unhappy," Demeter snarled at Bomba.
"It's against the rules for two Toms to be together!" Demeter yelled at her. Demeter looked back at Misto and Munkustrap, both were clutching each other tightly. Her dark brown eyes were alight were fury as she breathed heavily.
"Wait until Deuteronomy hears about this," Demeter hissed.
"Demeter, don't!" Munkustrap pleaded. Demeter paid him no attention as she stalked from the den. Misto whimpered, burying his head back into Munkustrap's shoulder fur. Munkustrap was shocked as he gently rubbed Misto's back. Bomba was shaking her head.
"Stupid queen," Bomba muttered. Munkustrap didn't reply. He was in shock, hell, he was terrified. One of them was about to be banished, if Demeter went to Deuteronomy. Munkustrap held Misto tighter. If one of them was banished then the other would be banned from seeing them, Munkustrap couldn't bear that. If Misto was banished, Munkustrap could not see him, and he couldn't stand not to see Misto. If Munkustrap was banished then Misto would not be able to see him…and that would hurt Munkustrap even more not being able to see him.
"Munk," Misto whispered. "What are we going to do?" Munkustrap shook his head, glancing at Bomba who was staring at them sadly.
"I don't know, Mist, I really don't know." Munkustrap sighed.
Munkustrap and Misto were called to the tyre the next afternoon. Deuteronomy stood on the tyre, looking down at them as the rest of the Jellicles stood around them. Munkustrap gently slipped his paw into Misto's, holding it tightly as he stared at his father.
"Munkustrap, Mistoffelees," Deuteronomy spoke. "You've been accused of being with one another…which is against the rules," Munkustrap's fur bristled.
"Because of that, one of you is to be banished," Deuteronomy finished. "Mistoffelees, you will be banished,"
"No!" Munkustrap cried out, holding Misto close. Deuteronomy looked at Munkustrap coldly. "Banish me instead, leave him here!" Deuteronomy shook his head.
"From what I've heard, Mistoffelees was the one who began this relationship…and he is the one who has to go," Munkustrap looked down at Misto, who looked back up at him.
"By tomorrow, you have to be gone," Deuteronomy spoke. The Jellicles began to disperse, whispering to one another.
"Munkustrap…a word," Deuteronomy called. Munkustrap turned and looked at him, before looking at Misto.
"I'll be in my den," Misto told him softly, sadly. Munkustrap nodded, gently rubbing his cheek. Munkustrap walked over to the tyre as Misto walked sadly back to his den.
"Yes?" Munkustrap asked coldly.
"Don't give me that tone, Munkustrap, I'm only doing what's best for you," Deuteronomy told him sternly.
"By banishing the one I love?" Munkustrap hissed. Deuteronomy looked at him, his normally warm brown eyes cold.
"Yes…and you are to remain with Demeter, Munkustrap," Deuteronomy ordered him. Munkustrap snarled. "And you are confined to the yard for three months and you cannot leave the yard unless another Jellicle, except Tugger, is with you," Munkustrap's eyes widened.
"What?" Munkustrap yelped in disbelief.
"It's for your own good, Munkustrap," Deuteronomy told him. Munkustrap turned his head away, growling.
"No wonder Macavity turned," Munkustrap muttered under his breath. Deuteronomy stood up suddenly, angrily.
"Don't you dare say that!" Deuteronomy raged. Munkustrap looked back at him. "Macavity was banished because he…he did some bad things, Munkus," Deuteronomy said, beginning to calm down. Munkustrap shook his head angrily.
"You know what, Dad, don't even bother," Munkustrap hissed before turning and stalking away. Deuteronomy sat back on the tyre, sighing and putting his head in his paws. If only Munkustrap knew…but Deuteronomy didn't want to bring up the memories that Munkustrap had probably repressed.
"Misto?" Munkustrap called softly as he entered Misto's den. Munkustrap fell back, surprised, as Misto leapt on him, kissing him fiercely. Munkustrap gave a small groan as Misto's paw slipped down to his thigh. Munkustrap pushed Misto partly off him, holding him away from kissing him again.
"Mist…Misto, what are you doing?" Munkustrap gasped. Misto's green eyes were alight.
"It's our last night together, Munk," Misto breathed. "I want to remember it…I want you to be," Misto trailed off, somewhat embarrassed. Munkustrap knew what he was trying to say though. He wanted Munkus to be his first. Munkustrap leaned up, kissing Misto and rolling Misto onto his back. Munkustrap's paw trailed up and down Misto's body, relishing the feel of his fur under his paw. Misto shivered in delight. Munkustrap kissed down Misto's body, getting steadily lower. Misto gave a gasp, his paws clenching the blankets underneath him as Munkustrap's warm mouth did its thing. Munkustrap gave a small smile; Tugger had told him about this…not something he wanted to hear about his brother, but still useful now. Munkustrap gave a final lick, smiling at Misto's whimpers, before kissing back up his body. Munkustrap positioned himself, looking at Misto. Misto nodded his eyes alight. They began to move in sync, Misto purring loudly as he clenched and unclenched his paws. Munkustrap pulled away once he was done, looking at Misto lovingly. Misto gave a cheeky grin, leaping onto Munkustrap.
"My turn," Misto laughed, kissing Munkustrap's neck. He trailed the kisses down Munkustrap's muscled chest, getting steadily lower.
"Bast, Misto!" Munkustrap gasped as Misto licked him slowly. Misto frowned as he positioned himself. Munkustrap gave a loud gasp as Misto entered. Misto moved back and forth as Munkustrap's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Misto's pace increased as he got closer to his pleasure point. Misto gave a loud gasp as he came, collapsing against Munkustrap. Munkustrap rolled him over, kissing him softly. Misto gave a low chuckle, Munkustrap sat up, looking at him confused.
"Oh, we're not done yet," Misto laughed, waving his paw. Munkustrap flew back, gently hitting the den wall. Munkustrap was standing now, his back against the den wall. Munkustrap gave a small smile, looking at his paws which were stuck by his side. He couldn't move.
"That's cheating you know," Munkustrap teased Misto. Misto smiled, his coat glittering. He moved closer, pressing his body against Munkustrap as their lips met. Misto dropped to his knees, Munkustrap's eyes widened. Munkustrap tilted his head back, a low groan escaping his lips. Munkustrap found himself able to move again once Misto had pulled away. Misto was licking at Munkustrap's thigh before Munkustrap pulled him up. Munkustrap reached down, hitching Misto's leg up and holding it as he passionately kissed Misto. Misto kissed back, looping his arms around Munkustrap's neck. They both broke apart when a dark laugh was heard in the den. They both looked around, trying to find the source of the laugh. Macavity came out of a dark corner of the den.
"How long were you there?" Munkustrap asked, shocked, as he let Misto's leg go. Macavity grinned at them both.
"Long enough." Munkustrap blinked, shocked. Macavity leapt forward, grabbing Misto and pulling him back.
"No!" Munkus cried, trying to leap forward. He stopped when Macavity held a claw against Misto's throat. Munkustrap watched helplessly as Macavity kissed Misto's neck.
"Stop it!" Munkustrap snarled, seeing Misto shaking in terror.
"Naw, I like him too, Munkus…don't you want to share?" Munkustrap hissed in response.
"I liked some of the moves he pulled on you," Macavity laughed, running his paw down Misto's front. "I wouldn't mind him doing that to me," Munkustrap couldn't take it, he leapt forward, pushing Misto out of the way and attacking Macavity.
"Run, Misto!" Munkustrap yelled as he and Macavity rolled around. Misto nodded, he would go get help. He heard a pained yowl.
"Stop, Mistoffelees!" Macavity snarled. Misto turned slowly and froze. Munkustrap was bloody and limp, his upper half of his body was being held off the ground as Macavity kept a grip on Munkustrap's chest fur.
"Don't go anywhere, Mistoffelees, or I will kill him," Macavity warned. Misto stood still.
"You are coming with me, Mistoffelees," Macavity told him.
"What are you going to do with Munkus?" Misto asked, looking at Munkustrap, whose head was thrown back as Macavity kept a tight grip on his chest fur. Macavity smiled. Misto cried out as pain exploded in the back of his head.
"Perfect timing," Macavity said to the large, black hench-cat that had just hit Misto.
"M-Munk?" Misto questioned again as he lay limply on his side, barely hanging onto consciousness.
"He's going to come too, Mistoffelees, don't you worry," Macavity laughed as Misto's vision went black.
Tugger frowned, looking towards Mistoffelees den. It was about mid-day and no one had seen Munkustrap or Mistoffelees. They presumed Misto had gone and Munkustrap was sulking. Tugger sighed, something didn't feel right. He looked over at Bomba, who walked over to him.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly.
"I'm worried about Munk," Tugger murmured. They both walked towards Mistoffelees's den and went inside. They both froze. There was blood on the floor.
"Macavity," Bombalurina whispered, as she caught his scent. Tugger knelt beside the most blood on the floor.
"It's Munkus's," Tugger whispered as he caught the scent. Bomba knelt beside the small smear of blood near the den entrance.
"Mistoffelees's," She said sadly, pointing to the blood.
"We've got to tell Old Deuteronomy," Tugger sighed. "Macavity has them,"
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This is probably going to be a two-shot, or maybe three…I don't know. This just appeared in my mind, I have no idea why…and next chapter you'll find out just how twisted Macavity is…but then again, those who have read my Obsession fics already know that Macavity is twisted.
CrazyIndigoChild asked if I could do a Misto/Munk, so I guess this is it, sorry if it's a little dark but that's all I'm really capable of.
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