Woowoo my first Cats fanfiction. Needless to say I have become a cat addict and my favorites are The Rum Tum Tugger and Mr. Mistoffelees, and I like them even more so when paired together. So yes, this is a slash. Don't like, don't read. Easy as pie.

Disclaimer: I do not own the musical Cats or any of the characters, if I did, there would be a sequel.

Hope you enjoy!

The Rum Tum Tugger was making the final preparations before he made his entrance into the Jellicle Ball. Using a mirror propped up on some of the nearby trash he fluffed his mane and made sure he looked his absolute best. With a final wink at himself in the mirror he deemed it worthy to continue walking.

"What? Not going to fix your whiskers as well?" The voice was calling in a challenging tone. The Tugger twitched his whiskers in annoyance, but also because now that it was mentioned he had the urge to fix his whiskers as suggested. He raised a paw to his face and patted said whiskers once before he sighed in relief to find them in normal order. Now that first priorities were out of the way, the Maine Coon spun on his heals gracefully to see his spectator.

"Mistoffelees," Tugger hardly looked surprised. The magical tom had his way of sneaking up on others unannounced and had used that to his advantage on more than one occasion. Needless to say, Tugger found the others amusement at his tricks a little annoying at times; he and the tux already didn't get along very well.

"Rum Tum Tugger," the said tom raised his brows at Tugger's expression, a hint of a smirk on his face. The coon believed that Misto liked to get underneath his skin on purpose, trying to get a rise out of him. This only caused a dark scowl to cross the tall tom's face, and the tux's grin grew wider, or so it seemed to Tugger. "Better hurry, your number is coming up."

Like he needed reminding.

"Right," Tugger snapped his jaws on the 't' and cast his glance away at the currently dancing cats. He needed to calm down, but ooh that cat just knew what to do to push his buttons.

"Careful, you could ruin your 'do', bristling your fur like that."

Tugger's fur on his back had begun to raise and the coon took a breath to calm himself. His fur slowly but surely went back down to normal height, but he was still gritting his teeth at the tux and refusing to look back at him. The seconds didn't seem to tick by fast enough but sure enough the Rum Tum Tugger's intro began to play and plastering the most playful and sensual look he could muster, he burst out into view.

He swayed his hips to the music and flawlessly floated along to his dancing steps. Tugger was in the music now and the music was in him. All the cats could clearly tell by looking at him he was completely in his element. The kittens sighed and giggled at all the right times for the sexual tom, causing him to grin to himself. His earlier mood had completely vanished, or it was until he opened his eyes to see the tux sneering at him. His fur bristled once more and the coon promptly kicked a ball in the tom's direction. He had missed but by the look on the tux's face he had gotten the desired effect anyway.

A few dance steps later and the tux was in the center, right where the Rum Tum Tugger was supposed to be standing. Tugger flashed a questioning look at Munkustrap but the tabby only shrugged. He tried to work around the tom but the black and white cat was obviously going to get his way when he began singing before the Maine Coon was able. He left his mouth open for a moment but then quickly snapped it closed as he heard the words of Mistoffelees.

"The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore," He sang and some of the kittens had to cover their mouths to stifle their giggles. Another glare was shot off at Munk by Tugger but the tom only gave him a shrug in return. It took a moment but Tugger reluctantly turned back into his dance, pretending the tux hadn't said anything. His song continued to play on without any interruption from then on. He was glad and by the time his number was over he was enjoying himself again. Not even Grisabella's appearance dampened his mood as he stalked off the stage.

Thus the ball continued on and the tom's refused to look at each other during that time period.

That changed pretty fast when their leader disappeared. Everyone was in a panic, the ball being picked up narrowly by Bombalurina and Demeter. Tugger sighed to himself when he realized that only one cat would be able to help them now. Reluctantly, he stepped out in the dark light that Macavity had created. Lounging now, he offered up his absolute last resort.

"You ought to ask magical Mr. Mistoffelees," His voice rang out and he led it all up to the theme of the Jellicle Ball: singing and dancing. Pretty soon all the Jellicles were singing about the mischievous tux, calling him out. In a dazzling display off light the tux came from the sky and returned the lights into the night. True to his mysterious character he danced about, magic pouring from his hands in a dazzling display. Maybe it was the tune of the song or it was the magic buzzing in the air, but Tugger actually began to enjoy singing the song about the Magical Mystical Mr. Mistoffelees. He and the tux pranced about, and the coon believed that the black and white tom was enjoying the attention as much as he was. Maybe the tom wasn't too terrible after all.

The ball was saved from there, Mistoffelees conjured Old Deuteronomy back into their midst. Grisabella was even brought back into the light of love with the Jellicle cats and was finally given her a chance at a new life. It was heart warming to see the glow of happiness on her otherwise weary face and no doubt it touched every cat. The final song swelled in and just as abruptly the song faded into the night, leaving the Jellicles to smile at each other happy that another Jellicle Ball was a success.

"So I'm not so bad, huh?" The familiar voice sounded from behind him again. Spinning around, Tugger saw the smile on Mistoffelees' face and he looked at the ground before looking back at the magical cat.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"No, but now you did," Success gleamed in the tom's eyes, and Tugger had to admit the tom was clever, tricking him into voicing his thought out loud. Well played.

"Oh, well, I never," The coon mimicked his earlier song's well known line. "I guess we are just going to have to see if I was right about that." For the first time he offered a smile to the tom-cat and received a genuine smile in return. Misto's tail curled and uncurled behind him and he gave a small chuckle.

"That one chance is all I need," returned the smaller tom with a glint in his eye. Before anymore could be said, the tux winked and in that moment vanished, leaving the Rum Tum Tugger alone in the throng of Jellicle cats. The speckled tom shook his head slightly. The tux still more or less had his annoying moments, but the open hatred between them had gone. The coon seemed to marvel at the magic one little Jellicle ball could do.

Yay, so here it is. Sorry first chapter is short, I promise the others will be longer! Please don't kill me!

Perhaps I will update in the next week or so, we are going to have to wait and find out.