Dedicated to Fletty

House-Sitting

T.K. looked around Matt's penthouse apartment and shook his head in amazement. Beautiful views surrounded him on 3 sides with enormous bay windows and a sliding glass door. The balcony followed the length of the windows and made a great little entertaining area for the blonde singer. A minimalist approach with the furniture made the place look even larger than it already was. Matt's neat freak attitude to cleaning meant the apartment was absolutely pristine - more like a show house than someone's home.

Matt's best friend, Tai, had given him a house warming gift that was determined to change this. A little ball of fur leapt onto his shoulder purring madly.

"Hello Fang."" T.K. said scratching the cat under his chin. The little black bundle of mischief rubbed his face affectionately against his before jumping down to chase an imaginary dust bunny.

Matt's band the Teenage Wolves had gone mainstream and were just about to go on tour. Matt had asked him to look after the apartment and White Fang (Tai's idea of a joke) while he was away for the next 6 months. The offer couldn't have come at a better time after a massive row with his now ex boyfriend. Having to move back in with his mother was not something he had wanted to willingly do.

The sound of his phone cut off the increasingly dark thoughts that were beginning to surface. "Hello?" he said shortly.

"Did you get in ok?" Matt's voice resonated down the phone.

"Yeah. Got the meet and great from Fang." he replied with a shrug. He dumped his bag on the floor and wandered over to the couch. With a small sigh he flopped onto it.

"Look I forgot to put on the list that Fang only gets wet food once a week. He gets ½ a cup of biscuits twice a day. His toys are in a box in the laundry. I give them to him just before I leave for the day or he rips into everything." Matt said.

"Stop stressing Matt. We'll be fine." T.K. said rolling his eyes. He could hear the background noise of the airport and the impatient voice of one of his band mates telling him to hurry up.

"Look they have just called our flight. I will ring once we get into Tokyo." Matt said hurriedly before hanging up.

With a snort T.K. dropped his phone on to the table and rubbed the side of his head. Luminous green eyes peered up at him. With a sigh he scooped the kitten and settled him on his lap. Fang purred happily, kneading his leg. With a sigh he leant back and closed his eyes.

He was pressed up against the wall. A mouth ghosted over his cheek. Hands slid down and brushed against the front of his jeans. He stifled a moan hardly daring to believe this was happening. The firm, muscular body of his assailant left no chance of escape.

That mouth blew seductively in his ear. "T.K. Open your eyes." The deep rich voice of the older man teased him. He cracked open his eyes and looked into dark chocolatey heaven. An amused chuckle spilled from those sinful lips. A hand deftly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged down the zip. The blue denim sagged down his hips giving the man better access. A hand lightly grazed his boxers causing him to buck against it.

That moan he had been holding back escaped. Closing his eyes again he jerked them open again when suddenly a mouth pressed against his lips. That hand grasped him firmly making him gasp, a tongue deftly invaded his mouth leaving him wanting more. A harsh noise broke the kiss. With a curse he looked down...

With a start T.K. woke up; his phone ringing/vibrating madly on the table. Fang gave it an affronted glare before jumping to the floor and stalking off to the vicinity of the food bowl. T.K. reached for his phone and noted grumpily the caller was his ex. He pushed the decline button and staggered to his feet. That had been one hell of a dream and one that was becoming more frequent; much to his embarrassment.

He trudged over to his bag and hauled it onto his shoulder. Time for a cold shower.

Sliding the cut vegetables into the wok, he turned, and grabbed the spatula and began stirring the vegetables and meat. His phone went off again. He ignored the stupid thing knowing it was going to be Li again.

He looked dreamily into the hot pan as he thought about the recurring dream. Frantic meows broke through the reverie. With a sigh he pulled his dinner off the heat and went looking for the mischievous kitten.

T.K. traced the cries to the bedroom he was staying in. Opening the door he looked in disbelief at the mess the little ball of fur had created. Feathers from the pillow were strewn everywhere. The clothes he had left folded on the bed where all over the floor. The glass he had left on the bedside table lay in pieces, as did the vase.

"Fang!" he growled. The kitten bolted out from underneath the bed and through his legs, scampering his way down the hall. With a curse he shut the door and stomped into the lounge room.

Green eyes peered out from underneath the relative safety of the couch. He went to grab the kitten, who made another dash for safety. 5 minutes later he had managed to chase Fang into the laundry. With another glare he scolded the cat before shutting the door. With a sigh he went back to the kitchen and was about to put the wok on when his phone went off again. Pinching the bridge of his nose he picked up the phone and saw Li's number. Declining the call he saw with disbelief there were 8 missed calls. With a growl he picked up a pot and dumped the stupid thing in there and placed it in the oven.

Grabbing the wok he placed it back onto the hotplate and watched it as it began to cook again. Grabbing another pot he retrieved the rice he had prepared and put it onto cook. Going back into the living room he made his way to the small bar. Crouching down he spied the really good bourbon that Matt liked to hide from his band mates. With a smirk he grabbed the bottle and snagged one of the crystal glasses as he made his way back to the kitchen.

Pouring himself a healthy dose of the amber liquid he quickly stirred his creation before adding his special hot sauce. He turned the gas down and left his dinner to simmer. Setting the timer he went to clean up the mess that Fang had made.

Feeling a little better after having eaten a good meal he opened the laundry door. Fang bolted out and made a dash for the living room. With practised ease T.K. scooped him up with one hand and carried the disgruntled animal into the lounge. Grabbing the TV remote he sat down. Fang's tail lashed against his leg. With a grin he settled the animal in his lap, stroking his soft fur. With his free hand he snagged the bottle of bourbon and took a quick pull. Switching on the TV he channel surfed until he saw a rerun of his second favourite show Friends.

With a smile he sank further into the couch taking swigs from the bottle.

He was pinned to the couch. The older man held his hands above his head. That mouth was taunting him again. He whined and tried to move his hands.

"I don't think so." His captor whispered in his ear. A tongue flicked it making him jump.

"Please!" he pleaded. He bucked his hips trying to press himself against his assailant.

A throaty chuckle was his only warning before a hand brushed against his groin. He moaned and pushed himself against it. A mouth descended on his; that tongue battled with his. The hand that held his captive released them and grabbed the back of his neck deepening the kiss.

One of T.K.'s hands made its way into thick luxurious hair. The other rubbed against the bulge of the older man. He whined again when his assailant pulled away. Dark chocolate eyes glared into his.

"Naughty!" the deep voice lashed out. T.K. let his hands drop to his side.

"Behind your back." The voice commanded. He slid his hands behind his back and shuddered when he felt the cold metal encircle his wrists.

"Are you going to behave?"

He nodded, desperate to feel the release he needed. A smirk was all the answer he wanted. He bit his lip when that mouth latched onto his neck. The hand resumed its ministration rubbing faster and harder against him.

Tai shook his head. "Look Matt. Just give me a minute. I'm sure everything is okay!" he said exasperated. He used his shoulder to prop his phone against his ear as he struggled with the deadlock on Matt's apartment door. Turning the door handle at the same time as he opened the lock he managed to get the door open and quickly closed behind him. Fang had a bad habit of trying to escape. He turned and just stared gobsmacked at the scene in front of him.

T.K. lay sprawled across the couch sound asleep. The little demon kitten he had gotten Matt was sleeping happily on Matt's favourite chair – the one he knew he wasn't allowed on. An empty bottle of the blonde's favourite bourbon lay on the floor alongside the remote. Cushions lay all over the floor. A magazine was in shreds on Matt's new fancy rug.

"Tai? Tai! What's going on?" Matt's voice broke through the shock.

"T.K.'s and Fang are sound asleep. Look. I'm going to go. Don't want to wake them. I'll leave a note and ask him to call you when he wakes up. Does that sound ok?" Tai said in a low voice wincing at the site of destroyed flowers and vase.

"Oh. Sure no problem. Sorry for disturbing your date." Matt said.

"You can make it up to me when you get back. Bye " Tai replied. He turned off the phone after Matt's curt reply. Running his hand through his hair he assessed the mess. With a small sigh he picked up the remains of the flowers and the vase from the floor. Green eyes opened and glared at him for his intrusion. Glaring back he made a move towards the kitten. Sensing danger Fang jumped off the lounge and headed towards the safety of the laundry.

White Fang was exactly what Matt needed to bring a little chaos into his best friend's neatly ordered little life. In the short 3 months he had been in the blonde singer's life he had managed to turn everything upside down and made him slightly more relaxed about everything not being picture perfect.

He lent down and picked up the empty bottle of bourbon. A soft groan made him look into sky blue eyes. "Hey." He said softly with a quick smile. A hand landed on his shoulder.

"Tai!" T.K. chirped back. With a frown of concern, Tai in closer and just about choked on the alcoholic fumes that radiated off the younger blonde.

A mouth latched onto his; arms wound his neck. He was pulled forward. A tongue skilfully invaded his mouth. He pulled back from the enthusiastic kiss completely.

"T.K.?" Tai gasped out as the younger man's mouth latched on his neck. He tried to prise the arms away from his neck but fell backwards as he lost his balance. The blonde's body followed. He lay there in shock when he felt a bulge pressing into against his groin.

"What the hell is going on?"

What do you think?

Storm xox