I decided to take a break from Do the Windy Thing to write a little Halloween story. Have some sexy DaveKat everybody. This pairing needs more love fo' sho'.

WARNING: THIS IS A STORY THAT CONTAINS SEX. BOY X BOY SEXITIMES!

Watching this stranger's fine ass swish around on the sweat stained dance floor is probably the only thing that's making this trip to some dumb night club remotely worth it. I'm surrounded by a bunch of assholes in costumes and I'm just staring at some random dude's ass. What a way to spend Halloween.

This random guy is swishing his hips in inhuman levels of tantalizing. For a split moment, my eyes meet the reflective surface of his sunglasses. He's wearing a dumb shirt that says "This is my costume." God fuck some annoying hipster's got me all hot and bothered. He rubs up against strangers and smirks a little maintaining eyecontact. Christ, how I'd like to smash that guy against the wall and-

"Not having fun Karkitty?" I slowly turn to glower at Nepeta who is wearing a modest cat costume. Surprising for a place like this. Of course, with the hulk of a bodyguard that she's got, she can do whatever the fuck she wants and nobody will give her any shit. She takes off the kitty headband she's sporting and haphazardly puts it on my head.

"What gave it away?" I say, turning around to the bar and pulling the headband off.

Nepeta grabs my arm and tries to tug me towards the sweaty crowd of meat bags jostling around on the lighted dance floor, "Come on! You're just not giving it a trrry!"

I pull your arm from her grasp and hiss, "I'm going home. I'm sure Eq won't mind giving you a ride." I gather up mt jacket and hand Nepeta the ears. "I'll see you later. Happy Halloween and all that shit." She's disappointed and I can tell, but what the fuck ever. She's not my mom.

Just before I reach the door, the blonde hipster that was dancing slides in front of me. "Leaving so soon?" I glare into this asshole's glow-in-the-dark sunglasses which I find to be the dumbest invention on this earth.

"Yeah. Who the fuck are you?" I cross my arms and hold my signature glare with this dumbass.

He leans in real close—close enough to smell the sweat and cologne on his body, "The name's Strider. Saw you checking me out on the dancefloor." He whispers. I feel a flush creep onto my face but keep my cool. "Since it's a holiday and all…" He places a pale hand on my chest, "I figured we could… celebrate…"

"Fuck off." I exhale. As much as I'd like to bone a complete stranger, I keep walking towards the exit. Once outside, I immediately turn to the parking garage, but I can hear footsteps behind me.

"Whoa, wait up princess!" I hear that douche calling. I turn just a tad more than annoyed, "The fuck was that?" He asks, "You give me the 'fuck me' eyes all night and just leave? Shit, dude, you got a girl or something?" He's almost laughing.

I roll your eyes, "Sorry, I'm just not interested in contracting any STDs tonight." I pull my hood on, proud of my insult, "Now if you could kindly fuck off."

He grabs my arm, "Babe, I'd rather just fuck if that's alright with you." I see a smirk play on his lips and I call tell that my insults aren't going to do anything.

I try to pull my arm out of his grasp, but it just brings him closer to me. Our noses are almost touching and I growl, "And what if I'm not gay?"

He laughs loudly and unabashed, "We both know that's no problem." His smirk is really attractive… How I'd love to smack it right off. How I'd prefer him to be yelping and gasping and screaming than fucking smirking. "Come on, it's Halloween and I've got a pretty good idea that you don't have anything else going on."

And so I say fuck it. It's fucking Halloween and I've got no plans. So maybe coming to this club wouldn't be a total waste of two hours. I grab this guy—Strider—around the waist and shove him against the outside wall of the club and force him into a rough kiss. I relish the grazing of his teeth on my lips. I can feel the pounding of the bass through the wall vibrating against his skin, "I want to get one thing clear, got me, Strider?" I growl. He's smirking again, "By morning, I want you out of my life. Got that?"

"Anything you want, babe."

HNNNG DEM INSULTS.

Also, how do I Dave? GHUSHG

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