Mistletoe
By Bealzabub
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Quaxo looked over to the tire and back across the clearing in the yard. He was on guard duty. He looked in interest as the other Jellicles went about their business, completely unaware of him... It was funny how no one noticed him until he was needed...
He sighed, and chuckled. Snow had begun to fall heavily, and Etcetera and Sillabub were trying to decide whether to play in it, or run away because it was wet.
He sighed again, and felt a presence over his shoulder. He looked up to see Munkustrap smiling gently and the scene he'd been watching.
A blush played across Quaxo's face. As much as he hated admitting it, he knew he had a fledgling crush on the gray tabby. He liked being around Munkus, he was strong and safe and calm, unlike their brother Tugger.
"Quaxo?"
"Hm?" Quaxo looked to the tabby with slight interest.
"It's my turn now."
"Oh! Sorry..."
And before any more words could be said, Quaxo was gone.
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Quaxo was silently ambling back to his den. He was tired, slightly distressed, and he remembered exactly how much he hated the snow.
Suddelny the was a figure behind him, he turned, but only saw black.
"Quaxo..." It's voice was soft and deep, familiar...
The figure put it's paws on Quaxo shoulders, and looked into his eyes. Moments stemmed on forever, and then the figure locked Quaxo into a lip-searing kiss. A shaft of light moved inside Quaxo, it was calm and comforting... and smelled vaguely of something herbal?
Quaxo shoved the figure away suddenly, and saw, finally, who his molester was.
"Munkus?..."
It indeed was the grey tabby, who looked as if he had not only had a bad night, but looked high as a kite. He recognized the herbal smell... Catnip. His heart sank. Munkus has only high, not all those other things that Quaxo actually wanted...
Munkus wobbled slightly, and stumbled onto the younger cat. Quaxo sighed, and dragged the grey cat into his den.
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Munkustap awoke several hours, nursing a blazing headache. He looked around the small den he found himself in. It was small, and the walls of it were covered in soft fabrics. Dried herbs hung from various places, and the place smelled overall, fairly pleasant. He heard some noises and turned to see Quaxo entering the den. So this was his...
"So you're feeling better?" His voice was quiet and slightly cold.
Munkus looked at him wearily, and sighed. As much as he hated it, he remembered what he'd done, and how much of a tactless asshole he must have been. He looked and saw a particular herb, and was reminded of what day it was, and why he'd been out anyway. He took a deep breath and leaned onto Quaxo, who had developed a wonderful shade of crimson. He smiled at pointed to the herb above their heads.
"Mistletoe. Happy Christmas." Before gently kissing the small black tom. "And I meant it all."
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A/N: Eeeeee! Happy me... Happeh Yule to all!