Title: Catnip (2/3)
Rating: PG-13 - R? Not quite that high...
Warnings: Drug usage (catnip), strong language, fade-to-black sex scene between two males...
Summary: Tugger brings Munkustrap one of his toys, and the two share an exhilarating, catnip-filled nice. Unbeknownst to them at the time, this one night will change their relationship... forever?

You should be reading the Ritzkin Arc in order, to understand everything that's going on.

Again, roleplays, normal cats (o u r j e l l i c l e s . p r o b o a r d s 5 1 . c o m) or AU humans in a band (w w w . s 8 . c r e a t e p h p b b . c o m / o n e o f t h e s e n i g h t / i n d e x . p h p ? m f o r u m (equal sign) o n e o f t h e s e n i g h t)

I do not own Cats!

Catnip

Munkustrap woke up with a groan and a pounding headache. The world seemed to be waaaaay too bright, and he ached, but he was comfortably warm. He groaned again, beginning to push himself up, but a paw snaked around his waist and a throaty voice sleepily murmured, "Don't go, baby… there's no rush…"

Munkustrap's world suddenly snapped into sharp focus. Tugger! And the catnip! And they had… Tugger had… with him… and he hadn't tried to stop it… "Everlasting Cat…" Munkustrap whispered, covering his mouth with both paws.

Behind him, Tugger was purring, still mostly asleep, but he pulled Munkustrap closer anyway with enough force to knock the smaller cat down. "Much better," he murmured, nuzzling against the back of Munkustrap's neck.

"Stop it!" Munkustrap hissed, turning to swat Tugger's nose. That woke him up, and Tugger smacked back, temporarily intensifying Munkustrap's headache.

"What was that for!? I was having a good dream!"

"You were cuddling with me!" Munkustrap cried, jumping away from Tugger now that he was released.

"Was not!" Tugger retorted with a scowl. "I don't cuddle."

"Certainly felt like cuddling from my end." Munkustrap began to groom himself, trying to rid himself of the combined scent of Tugger and himself, of the scent of the catnip (faded, now, but still present around them), of the scent of their… ah… activities from the previous night.

"What's got your tail in a twist?" Tugger grumbled, following Munkustrap's lead and grooming himself as well, though with none of the frantic urgency that Munkustrap was showing. "It was just a bit of catnip. There's nothing wrong about it. Simbol's not going to kick you out of the guardians for having a bit of fun." He pointed a paw at Munkustrap. "I know for a fact that Simbol himself enjoys his 'nip. Jenny brings him some whenever she comes for a visit."

"Why are you talking about Simbol?" Munkustrap asked peevishly, glancing over at Tugger.

"Because, with you, everything's about Simbol."

"It is not!"

"Is too!" Tugger clawed the air in Munkustrap's direction. "I swear, ever since you became a guardian, it's been Simbol this, Simbol that. Simbol wouldn't want me to do that, I don't want to do this because it might make Simbol mad, Simbol's gonna be so disappointed in me, I want to make Simbol proud, Simbol, Simbol, Simbol!" He smacked his paw against the ground. "I never should have told you about the guardians. You've become such a spoilsport, so worried about what your precious Simbol will think."

"And you don't worry enough!" Munkustrap snapped back. "You do things that could get the entire tribe in trouble, on a daily basis! One of us has to worry, or all of us could end up dead!"

"Things like befriending an evil Monnik?"

Munkustrap's eyes widened before they narrowed. "Low blow, Rum. Low blow."

"Bah." Tugger shrugged and sniffed. "You were more fun when you were an evil Monnik, and not an upstanding young Jellicle tom." Munkustrap hissed at Tugger, his ears flat, arching his back. Tugger just sniffed again. "Seriously, what's got your tail in a twist? You're acting like a spoiled Scabee queen. I mean, come on, it was just some 'nip! Yeah, it was your first time, so you've probably got a headache, but so what? Why are you so pissy this morning?"

Munkustrap scuffed his paw against the ground, watching Tugger. "Do you even remember what we did last night?"

"We… talked," Tugger said, frowning. "What's wrong with talking?"

"After the talking."

Tugger snickered. "What, did you act like an idiot or something? Don't worry, I don't remember, so I won't be spreading stories around. Might make stuff up, though… it would be funny!"

Munkustrap shook his head. "That's not it, either."

Tugger spread his paws. "Then what, 'Straps? I don't remember. I rarely do."

Munkustrap stared at Tugger. He had… they had… and Tugger didn't remember? Oddly enough, he felt hurt by that. "No… never mind… it's not important," he mumbled, looking down. If Tugger didn't remember, he wouldn't remind him, and nobody would have to know.

"No, come on. Tell me." Tugger took a step closer to Munkustrap. "Did I do something stupid? Tell me!"

"Define stupid," Munkustrap sighed, running a paw over his face.

"Um… did I try to fuck you?" Tugger scratched his ear. "'Cause I usually do that with queens and catnip. Except I succeed. Or maybe… did I say anything about not exactly hating Simbol?"

"Yeah, you did something stupid," Munkustrap muttered, rubbing his face again.

"I confessed that I didn't think Simbol's a stick-in-the-mud!?"

If Munkustrap wasn't so depressed, he would have laughed at the expression of horror on Tugger's face. Instead, he shook his head. "No… the other thing. Except you succeeded."

Tugger's eyes went wide. "I fucked you?"

Munkustrap nodded, staring at his paws.

"Wow…" Tugger fluffed his mane. "Wow. I mean… wow."

"You said that already," Munkustrap muttered.

Tugger laughed. "Damn, I'm good!"

"Tugger!" Munkustrap smacked Tugger again, leaving four scratches against the larger tom's cheek.

Tugger yowled and leapt back, glaring at Munkustrap. Though they usually batted at and wrestled with each other, claws seldom came out. "That was uncalled for. Did I rape you last night or something? Because if you were willing – and the fact that you're still here implies you were, then it's damn well not my fault entirely. You participated too. Sorry if you're having second thoughts, or regrets, or any queen shit like that, but that doesn't mean you get to take it out on me!"

Munkustrap hissed and circled around, pacing agitatedly. "So… so maybe I didn't protest as much as I should have. That doesn't mean you have any right to act so… so… so proud of it!"

"And why not?" Tugger carefully washed the new scratches on his cheek. "I got to fuck you. Are you even aware that the queens have been after your tail for months now? They think you're the second-best tom in the yard-"

"No need to ask who the first is," Munkustrap muttered under his breath.

"-and want to see how you measure up… elsewhere. But you keep blowing them off, being sooo polite but never actually giving them anything. The only one you even show the remotest amount of interest in is Demeter, and I think you're just feeling bad because your brother pretty much raped her. " Tugger scowled at Munkustrap. "Why shouldn't I be proud of succeeding where all those queens failed?"

"It's not natural!"

"Natural-smatural," Tugger sniffed. "You only live once, 'Straps, and I'm pretty happy to be able to say I had a piece of your tail. You are a gorgeous tom, almost as much as me."

"Can you be any vainer?" Munkustrap asked, turning on Tugger with a glare. "If all I ever talk about is Simbol, all you ever talk about is yourself! Yourself and your queen conquests! And now you're lumping me in with them! I'm not some tail for you to catch, Rum Tum Tugger, so stop thinking I am!"

"So stop acting like one!" Tugger retorted, returning Munkustrap's glare. "You're being just as pissy as a queen right now – why shouldn't I treat you like one?"

"Well maybe I-" Munkustrap snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes, remembering lectures Simbol had given him in the past.

You do not retaliate tit for tat.

"Nothing," Munkustrap said, shaking his head. "You know what? Forget it. Forget last night ever happened. I'll certainly deny it." With an angry flick of his tail, he wriggled out of their secret den and stomped off for his own. He could hear Tugger hiss after him, but he ignored the cat who once was his best friend, his closer-than-brother.

Uh-oh. Thinks aren't so great in the world of Munkus and Tugger...

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