Hi guys!

Just a little teaser for my impatient reviewer... This story is in progress!

And hey! No warnings apply for this mini-intro! If you haven't read parts one and two, I highly suggest it. This is a slightly different take on Katze.


Katze's cup of tea had long grown cold by the time footsteps behind him made the floor creak.

Katze himself had long grown cold; his pale skin was shivery cool, making tiny muscles everywhere tense.

"Katze."

Iason's voice was calm, and the dealer could imagine the nod of recognition that went with it even if the Blondie was behind him.

He stiffened on his stool, not able to formulate a response. He settled for a curt nod instead, fretfully tugging his hair in place over his scar.

The tall Blondie went around the counter, ignoring Katze as he opened a cupboard. The artificial under-lighting washed him out, gilding Iason in silvery hues rather than his usual golden glow.

He looked more alien.

Still as beautiful.

Katze's heart twisted, but the feeling was faint. Katze felt mostly numb, as if the cold outside his skin had seeped in and made his emotions sluggish.

Iason placed a fine white plate onto the counter with a clink, then a round bowl.

Katze stared in vague disbelief as he then proceded to calmly open the door to the fridge.

Iason's long hair swished as he perused the contents, black silk pants low-slung on slim hips. The Blondie's naked torso was tight with muscle, completely hairless. Iason's biceps rippled as he selected several things from the refrigerator before serenely turning around.

God.

Unconcerned with his near-nudity, Iason placed an assortment of fruit on the counter. Then he methodically opened drawers one by one until he found the knives.

Katze couldn't seem to react, staring some more as Iason began peeling a green apple.

Sudden realization made Katze's blood lurch with a queasy rush.

" Is Riki..."

If Iason was here in the kitchen, of all places, maybe Riki was hurt. Badly. Why else would the Blondie stoop to something so domestic as preparing food? Riki HAD been screaming quite loudly, especially at the end.

"Riki is fine." The Blondie's expression was unreadable. Feathery white lashes hid whatever his eyes might have revealed as he focused on turning his apple under the knife. "He is sleeping."

"Oh." Katze relaxed on his stool. "Good."

Feeling like it was the thing to do, Katze tugged an orange to him. The fruit was heavy and cold in his palm. The sharp aroma was comforting as he dug his thumb in to start peeling it.

The silence stretched, broken only by the sharp clacking of Iason's knife on the counter as he neatly sliced his apple. Cal would surely faint if he spotted his Master like this. He might also faint if he learned someone had used a knife straight onto his precious counters, without a cutting board.

Guilt festered in Katze, until he felt obliged to admit.

"I'm sorry. I thought..."

The Blondie's head tilted as he listened, ever serene.

"You thought I had damaged Riki." It was a statement of fact, no hint of anger at the judgement. Katze cringed, needing to apologize and explain.

"I just.." Katze shrugged bony shoulders. "He was screaming bad, and now you're here and he's not, and you didn't summon Furniture and..." Katze swallowed. "Do you often prepare food now?"

Because he sure as hell hadn't during Katze's time as Furniture.

Iason laughed.

"We must talk, you and I. No Furniture. I would have told you to prepare nourishment, but... Humans do not like to be stared at, in my experience."

"God, no." Katze began seperating the orange into quarters. He could imagine it, Iason hulking in the kitchen, just... watching Katze as he prepped a snack. Observing him, cataloguing him in that unsettling Blondie way; it made a nervous ball slime into Katze's stomach just from thinking about it.

"Humans DO NOT appreciate being stared at." He confirmed vehemently.

A sudden bubble of humor rose and Iason's eyes met his. They both grinned wide and some of the tension left the room.

"Riki is okay." Katze repeated the words, convincing himself.

For a few more minutes, Iason and Katze worked silently. Katze began plucking grapes, forming a little pile in the bowl. Iason had moved on to slicing cheese.

They really should talk, Katze thought. Except he didn't know where to start. His mind was all shifty; dreams and fantasies and reality bled together, their neatly defined boxes blown to shit.

So instead of talking, Katze continued adding cold green orbs to the growing pile.

Iason wasn't talking either, Katze thought mutinously.

Of course, he just stood there and didn't say a word.

It was soon obvious that the Blondie was waiting for Katze to start speaking. The expectation just knotted in his throat, further muddling him. Katze's cheeks burned and he couldn't seem to breathe deeply enough. Fuck.

Iason was carfully arranging cubes of cheese onto his plate, serene and... mysterious. The epitome of Blondie elite, depite the domestic setting.

Katze's fingers started to shake badly, clumsy and thick. He gasped, wondering if he would faint. One green grape rolled out of nerveless fingers and made it's lopsided way over to stop against the side of Iason's plate.

Katze hid behind his bangs; he could feel the intensity of Iason's stare. He felt oddly detached, acutely aware of the fact the he just might be having a panic attack. The knowledge didn't help though.

A large cool hand settled over his smaller one, pressing his palm down hard against the shockingly cold counter. Iason's touch was calming, somehow steadying the nauseating thrum of hyperventilation.

Peaking through his hair, Katze shyly looked into Iason's eyes. Finding only compassionate acceptance, Katze drew strength from the blue gaze. Iason's fingers squeezed briefly and for some reason that helped ground Katze even more.

After a few more seconds, the Blondie asked calmly.

"Do you want to participate in sexual pleasures with Riki and myself?"

Deep and rich voice, straight to the point. Katze licked his lips.

He made his voice quietly dignified, answering with a simple.

"Yes."

The instant the words were out, he felt a rush of giddy of exhileration.

Followed by a dizzying drop. What if it was a mistake, what if he got hurt, what if they laughed at his incompetence?

Iason's lips relaxed, a blond lock of his bangs falling to brush his nose. His hand squeezed one last time.

"I am pleased."

Then Iason was standing up, grabbing the grape and popping it into his mouth. Taking the plate loaded with fruit, he moved towards the door. "Coming? " he asked.

Katze revived, cradling the bowl to his chest and following his Master.

It was okay. He was okay. The sickening jiggly uncertain feeling was gone, replaced by determination. Things were ...

Settled.

Katze was going to have sex.

With Iason and Riki.

He was okay with that.

And Iason was pleased.

Well damn.


So, just a little fix for you!

Things get down and... Well, not dirty... Next time!

xxx

FrenchCaresse