Author's note: Finally I am done! As a quick explanation my computer was hit by the win 32 virus and I had to retype the chapter but it is finally finished and up for your reading pleasure. There is a lemon in this chapter, and it is clearly marked for anyone who wants to skip it. Kind of a bitter sweet chapter and not quite how I had originally planned, but I think it turned out better this way. Thanks to all my reviewers for encouraging me to finish, and I hope you enjoy the third and final chapter of Mystic Romance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Cats and make no profit from my stories.

Misto awoke the next morning with a start. He sprang off his mattress and grinned like a mad man. It had come to him while he was sleeping, the solution to Alonzo's problem now if he could just tell him about it with the other trying to kill him.

A mere thirty minutes of searching found Alonzo on top of his den. He looked forlorn but calm which meant Tugger had left him alone last night. The tux tom could not have been happier with that knowledge Alonzo was always more calm and rational when he hadn't dealt with Tugger the night before. Taking a relaxing breath the young tux steeled himself for the conversation ahead and approached the white and black tom. "Alonzo," he called to get the tom's attention, "Can we talk?"

A couple hours later the parted ways. Misto feeling quite good with himself. He had managed to put his plan in to motion and Alonzo hadn't tried to kill him. All in all today was starting out great. He still, however wasn't quite sure what he would say to Coricopat, when he finally got up the nerve to talk to him. He sighed and went back to his den, hoping to put off the conversation as long as possible.

That, however wasn't going to happen, as he approached his den he saw Coricopat sitting on top the pipe waiting for him. Misto swallowed nervously but smiled. "You always seem to know when someone is looking for you."

"Actually your sister asked me to come to talk to you. Said you seemed upset."

"Oh… well come in. I need to talk to you anyway." He led the other tom in to his den all the while silently swearing revenge on his sister. Trust her to make sure he didn't chicken out of the conversation.

Away from prying eye Misto felt more nervous than before. He could feel the mystics eyes on his back and tried to keep from shaking. He turned to face the other tom, who was looking at him expectantly. He took a deep breath to calm himself and started.

"I-I don't know how to say this. I've really liked spending the last several days with you. I like to think we are friends but recently… recently…" He looked up and notice the mystic had approached him while he was talking, and was now so close the very tips of their fur was touching.

He blushed when he felt Cori's arms wrap around his waist and pull flush against the other tom. He let a shocked gasp as felt the other press his lips to his. He moaned when he felt the mystic's rough tongue plunder his mouth. All apprehension flew out the proverbial window and he twined his arms around Cori's neck returning the kiss with a desperate hunger.

When the need for air made them part Coricopat finally spoke, "Is that what you were wanting?" The conjurer could do nothing but nod while panting for air. "I hope you don't mind me interrupting your speech."

Mistoffelees laughed breathlessly and replied, "It was terrible speech anyway, since you didn't give me time to practice."

"My apologies." The mystic replied, not sounding the least bit contrite, as he pulled the other in for another searing kiss with one hand tangled in the fur on the back of the conjurer's head.

When they finally parted again it was clear they were both quickly becoming aroused. Noting this the mystic spoke once more. "We don't have to do this."

Misto didn't have any trouble guessing what "this" was. He placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Cori's mouth and replied, "I want to."

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Misto purred lightly as he stepped away from the mystic and stretched out on the mattress on his back. His breathe hitched in his throat and his purring stopped when Cori settled between his thighs leaning forward on his forearms nipping lightly at Misto's neck. Misto wrapped his arms around Cori's torso running his claws lightly through the fur on the larger tom's back, gasping when it caused the other to buck lightly rubbing their swiftly hardening cocks together.

Misto ground his hips against the others making them both moan. He blushed when Cori lifted his head from his neck and smirked before flipping him over on to his stomach. He sighed when he felt the other's hands on his shoulders massaging gently. He arched his back pushing his hips into the air as those hands worked their way down his back massaging gently as they went.

He let out a sigh of disappointment when Cori's hands moved from his lower back to his ankles and began slowly working their way up his legs. He moved his tail out of the way and pushed his hips a little further in to the air trying to tell him what he wanted without words. He let a startled cry when he felt the other grab his hips gently and a textured tongue briefly touch his entrance. He moaned and tried to push his hips back but the hands stopped him.

He began gnawing gently on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet save for the occasional whimpering moan that slipped through, as he felt the textured tongue lap at his entrance a couple times before just the tip pushed inside. It pulled back and more pushed in building up a slow and steady rhythm.

Misto was panting and leaning heavily on his arms by the time Cori pulled away, and all he could was mutter in protest. He was impossibly hard and didn't know if he could last much longer.

He felt Cori lean forward and whisper, "I prepared you as best I can, but this is still going to hurt a bit. I'll go slow."

Misto bit hard in to his lower lip when he felt Cori push his member against his entrance till it gave and he was able to push all the way. All the while keeping a steady slow pace to allow the other to adjust to the intrusion.

He couldn't stop the whimpering moans that he desperately tried to keep quiet as Cori started move, setting a slow pace. After a few minutes he managed to let a harsh whisper of, "Move" as he pushed his hips back to meet the larger tom's.

"Yes" was all he managed to say when Cori sped up pounding in to him with reckless abandon. Pushing his hips back to meet the other with equal fervor Misto was a babbling, moaning mess as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

He bit in to the pillow to silence his scream when he felt Cori begin to pump his member in time with their thrusts. It wasn't long until Misto screamed, the sound thankfully muffled by the pillow, and came on Cori's hand.

A couple more thrusts and Cori stiffened and Misto felt warmth flood his insides. Panting the two toms collapsed beside each other on the mattress, Cori cleaning his hand of Misto's seed.

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Misto purred as the mystic covered them both with the thin blanket as he pulled him to his chest. Misto turned so he was mostly laying on his stomach his head resting on Cori's chest. He laughed quietly, "I'm glad we had this little… talk."

Misto looked up to see a small smirk on Cori's face. "What's with that smug smirk?" he paused and laughed again, "You're thinking of the look on Tugger's face when he sees me limping tomorrow aren't you?"

"Perhaps"

Misto gave him a light slap on the chest and murmured, "Jerk." He sighed contentedly, "I'm glad it was you. I couldn't imagine doing that with anyone else."

"The we will have to do it again sometime."

Their lips met in another kiss this one slow and comforting. Cori pulled back first and tapped Misto's lower lip with a finger. "Don't think I don't know you are up to something. I know you went and spoke to Alonzo earlier. What are you planning, little tux?"

Misto just smiled coyly and turned away. "You'll just have to wait and see like everyone else."

The days to the Jellicle Ball went by in a blur. His days punctuated only by practicing magic, and his dance with his sister, He and Cori had decided to wait until next years ball to participate in the mating dance, and his nights filled with He and Cori doing a mating dance of a different kind. Aside from the occasional growl from Tugger, who hadn't been seen in Alonzo's den since he and Misto had talked, who had figured out that Cori and Misto were now a pair the days went by smoothly and all involved were looking forward to the ball.

The Jellicle ball was better this year than any other, and not just because Misto had a reason to enjoy it. All the cats had decided to up the ante this year and go all out. Misto was especially pleased to see Alonzo with his arms around Cassandra. Misto had broken his word to her and had a frank conversation with Alonzo telling him of her feelings. They had since hooked up, but had decided to wait until next year to become mates.

What Misto was not happy about was that Tugger seemed to be back to his old self. Not even sparing Alonzo a glance as he and Cassandra took the floor to dance. He knew that Alonzo still ached for the Maine Coon, but Cassandra a was kind hearted, and very patient Queen he knew she would heal his heart, even if took a long while.

The mating dance came up and while they all gathered to watch Victoria and Pouncival start it out Mistoffelees got distracted by a giggle not far off. Glancing to the side he noticed Tugger tucked away in the shadows leaning over a blushing Tumblebrutus, for whom this was his first ball as a Tom, whispering something in her ear that had the young tom giggling quietly.

He felt his fur bristle and was about to get up when a calm hand was placed on his shoulder, and soothing voice echoed in his ear. "Let it go. You'll do no good making a scene."

"He.. That" Misto was so flustered and angry he couldn't speak.

"I know I'm angered as well, but there is nothing we can do but pick up the pieces once he's done." Cori sighed gently, the breeze it stirred up tickling the fur that edged Misto's ear. "I hate to say this but Tugger is not going to change. You know this. Take away one toy and he'll just find another. Either he'll run out of options or perhaps he may change someday, but it's unlikely. Just take note of it, and you and I will see young Tumble tomorrow." He kissed Misto on the cheek, "For now just enjoy the ball and be glad that at least you were able to help one cat tonight."

Misto sighed and wiped an angry tear from his eye. He leaned against Cori broad chest and tried to put aside for tonight and soon found himself smiling again at his sister and her new mates dance, and at the site of Alonzo being nuzzled by Cassandra most likely to distract him from Tugger latest conquest. It hadn't all gone according to plan Tugger hadn't changed at all, but deep down Misto knew he wouldn't after all Tugger will do as he do and there's no doing anything about it. The only thing he could do was wait and hope that someday Tugger would have a change of heart, and in the mean time pick up the pieces of the broken hearts he leaves in his wake.

He smirked putting Tugger out of his head for the night by pulling Coricopat in to a passionate kiss. Right now all that mattered was his own mystic romance.