Wash was stressed. Really fucking stressed.
He got up this morning like usually, changing into his cat-form to walk to the shower without needing to put on clothes. Afterwards he would walk back and then put on his clothes. Much easier.
Or… That was how he planned it to happen.
In the middle of his way to the shower, he crossed Kais path, who looked at him like a predator at his prey. Grif just showing up to go to the restroom didn't make it any better. He had the same gleam in his eyes. Latest when he saw blue and brown eyes change to amber, Wash thought it was about time to bolt.
He fucking knew that this was a wrong move, but what should he do otherwise!?
Like a white blur Wash bolted down the hallway, two huge mutts at his heals, barking and howling happily. They really undoubtedly were siblings, Grif and Kai. They both were the same idiots when it came to chasing something. Besides, this time Grif wouldn't back down because Wash unfortunately wasn't able to change into a bat.
Only a cat. One little letter making such a bit difference.
With his fur bristled, he darted around another corner, seeing an open door, darting in there.
If he only had checked the nametag…
First, he noticed the stinging cent of burnt things. Turning around, he could see a broadly grinning Caboose, lunging for him with an excited "Kitty!"
Hissing, Washs instincts took over when he let out his claws and scratched the back of Cabooses left hand before darting out again. Out there, the mutts already waited for him to continue their chase.
With another hiss, Wash accelerated, trying to keep at least two meters between him and the mutts.
Seeing another open door, he first remembered to read who was living there. Tucker.
Oh shoot! Well, better than nothing. He darted into the room and dove directly under the bed before Tucker could react.
The wolvens were following suit, trying to breach into the room, only to get stopped by Tucker, blocking their way.
"Get out of here, I don't want my room to stink like foul dogs!"
The wolven ignored him, making Tucker bark down the hall. "Simmons! Come here and get your bedside rugs back in their cages!"
"What? Why should I?"
"Because one of these idiots listens to you! Kai get lost!" the ears of one of the wolven perked up, before she trudged away with hanging head. The other still was focused on the cat hissing from underneath Tuckers bed.
"Grif! Quit it!" screeched Simmons from across the hall, making the other mutt give up the chase. The wolven huffed, pointedly walking in the other direction than Simmons was calling for him.
Tucker sighed, closing the door and looking to the spot he suspected Wash to be. "Dude, it's save. You wanna get some clothes and come back then? Not that I would mind seeing you naked. I bet I tear the clothes down as soon as you're back in here. Bow chicka bow OW! You fuck!" Tuckers trademark parole went under when Wash came out from underneath his bed and bit him in his calve for his remark before leaving the room.
"You could at least thank me for chasing away the wolvens!"
Wash decided to not respond, walking back to his room to get his jeans and his sweatshirt before returning to Tuckers.
"I rather keep my clothes on but I'd like to stay with you." Stated Wash calmly when he came in after half an hour.
Tucker was nowhere to be seen.
Strange, didn't he invite him over some moments before? His ears twitched when he heard a roaring before Tucker ran through an open door and slamming it shut.
Wash mustered the Incubus with a raised eyebrow and a laid down ear. He looked a bit singed, some of his dreads still smoking a little bit.
"Are you keeping a flame thrower in there?"
"Almost." Breathed Tucker, glancing through the ajar door before slamming it shut again when it roared again.
"Seriously, what's happening in there?"
"Junior's angry." Stated Tucker drily. "He wanted to go to a friend, but I forbade it as he had been disobedient the last days."
"And he's having a flame thrower?"
"Dude, he is the flame thrower!"
"But- how!? I thought he's your son? You are not a flame spitter!"
"Actually…" Tucker pressed against the door when it rattled and opened a bit. "…He's more like his mom." Replied he a little bit stressed.
"Huh? After his mom? What is she? A Fiery Salamander?"
"Worse, she's a shape shifter." It rattled again, Tucker barely managing to hold the door closed.
"So Junior is a shape shifter? Huh, pretty fucked up."
"Who are you telling that? He has the stupid habit to turn into a dragon when he's angry! What do you think am I trying to keep I check there?"
"Oh, I don't know. I thought about a mouse." Replied Wash calmly, mustering the Incubus.
"Haha, very funny." Snapped the Incubus.
"How about letting me try?"
"Going in the same room with an angry Junior? Have fun. I won't get your ashes out."
"Don't worry, I don't think it will go that far." Deadpanned Wash, already slipping out of his hood before beginning to transform to his second form.
When he was ready, he stood to the door and mewled lightly, indicating Tucker to open the door.
On the other side of the massive door, Wash saw a huge dragon sitting, ready again breathe fire. When he saw Wash, a huge voice boomed through the room. "Kitty!"
Wash laid his ears back, hissing at the booming voice, bristling his fur.
Wash didn't think it'll work, but effectively the dragon backed down, slowly begin to shrink until Junior was sitting on the bed with a confused expression. Wash decided to sit in the hallway, just mustering the young shape shifter until he was sure that he cooled down enough.
Scratching at the door, Wash only left the room to transform back and get his clothes before walking back in. Tucker looked at him like he was some kind of superhero or god. Wash decided to ignore it. First he would have to deal with Junior before he would try to get along with a flirtatious and hungry Incubus who is in awe about him getting along with his son and would probably idolize him like a god.
Maybe this was already enough to make the Incubi fall in love with him. Wait… What are those for thoughts he had? Kinda strange…
It wasn't the thought per se that he thought like that about a man. He was bisexual, like every werecat. What was confusing him were the questions why he thought that about Tucker without really knowing him (Was this some kind of strange Incubus-thing to get into his pants?) or if Incubi and Succubi really were able to love the way everyone else understood the meaning of this sentiment.
When he came back out, he brushed off imaginary dust from his hood, before looking to Tucker who was standing in the middle of the room, observing him like he's a rare animal.
Technically seen, he is. Werecats were about to get extinct. They weren't that much anymore than they had been several hundred years ago.
"What?" snapped Wash a little bit harsher than intended. He didn't like to get stared at. He never had liked it and since the Project, he hated it even more.
"Uh- sorry, I didn't meant to annoy you. I was just wondering how the fuck you handled that."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just don't like it. And handled what?"
"Okay… Whatever dude. How you handled an angry Junior? I would either get roasted or bitten in two if I tried to pull that stunt." He still looked at the taller blonde like he was some kind of precious and immensely worthy treasure, which would run away if he wouldn't keep an eye on him everytime.
Wash shrugged. He never had been good with children. He had no clue how he managed that.
"No idea. Maybe he was surprised that I hissed at him when he saw me. Last time I wasn't that aggressive towards him. It seemed to cool him down immediately when he realized he wouldn't scare me away."
"Wow, I really need to engage you as my personal helper when Junior freaks out."
"I have told him that he better learns to keep his shape shifting and emotional outbursts in check, otherwise you wouldn't allow him to go outside the Sanctuary. Besides, if he wouldn't obey what you tell him, he also wouldn't be allowed that. So either he tries and keeps his shapeshifting in check and obeys you and can go to his friend, or he changes when he likes, disobeys and has to stay at home."
Again, Tucker looked at the werecat as if he was some kind of freaking god. It was starting to freak the fuck out of Wash. "I really should make you come here more often." Tuckers face split into a huge grin. "You know what I mean besides calming Junior down. Bow chicka bow wow!"
Wash rolled his eyes. "You are such an idiot."
"Hey! I'm a ladies man, no men man!"
"You even scare away all the ladies with that strange behavior. No real surprise are you looking like starving every minute all the time."
"Hey, I wouldn't be here if I wouldn't be a ladies man! And Junior neither! And I'm indeed hungry. Care to help me out?"
"Because you're an Incubus? No thanks, look for someone else."
"Yeah, baby! You know, Incubis and Succubi need sexual energy to survive. This human food may sate us for the moment, but to survive, we need sexual energy. Although one time sex lasts for about a month until it gets critical again. And why not? I thought you're a nice guy to help out a friend in need."
Was raised his eyebrow, looking skeptically at the man standing in front of him. "You call people your friends really fast. And I can't, even if I want to. Besides, who said I'm so generous, maybe I'm a sadistic asshole who loves to see you starve?"
"Hey! I'm actually underfed! No jokes about that I soon need again sexual energy or I'm going to go into rampaging mode in about a week."
"Rampaging mode?"
Tucker sighed, treading his fingers through his dreadlocks. "Then I'm going crazy from hunger, attacking everyone to get sexual energy. As almost everyone has a dirty mind, I get it. But I really don't want to ruin my reputation as a ladiesman." He waggled his eyebrows, what made Wash groan.
"And who fed you before?"
"Oh sometimes Kai, but she isn't allowed anymore. Or random ladies in town."
"I'm sure they are lining up for you."
"Actually, yes, they do!" replied Tucker happily puffing his chest. "Like I said, I'm the best around!"
"Absolutely." Deadpanned Wash, mustering the Incubi. His cheeks looked a bit hollow, indicating his underfed state he was in.
"Hey Wash?" It was again Tucker pulling his attention to the conversation.
"Hm?"
"What you said about helping and not being able to… What do you mean with that?"
"That I'm not sexually attracted to someone as long as I haven't bonded with him or her. Only after having a strong bond, I'm able to feel sexually attracted. In terms of a normal human, you could say I'm demisexual."
Tucker blinked a bit confused. "So that's a werecat thing? This mate-stuff?"
This time, Wash huffed annoyed. "I'm no fucking werewolf, Tucker. I'm not choosing a mate and all this shit. That's something those wolvens do. We werecats only bond with someone. Like a cat would stay with someone it likes. We get to know people without any dirty backthoughts, getting to know their real character. When we think we're okay with them, then the sexual aspect comes into play. This is our way to find the right partner for us. Unlike wolvens, we also don't die of loneliness when the bond-partner dies of age and other causes."
"I see, so this is the werecat-treat, like this mating thing is a wolven-treat?"
"Exactly, So if you excuse me, I would love to take a shower-"
"I can come with you." Butted Tucker in, again waggling his eyebrows.
"I go have a shower ALONE. I need to get this sulfuric reek off me. It's killing me." Excused Wash himself to really get his shower. This time he would go to the shower as a human and leave it in this form. It was better for his poor nerves and his health.
Days later, Wash just came from a short training session in the in-house training center. He had fled after the breakfast and Tuckers relentlessly flirting, just to have some moments of quiet.
Sure, Wash knew that Tucker needed food really urgently, but why not going to town and get a woman? He often bragged about how easily he was able to get into the bed of the ladies.
Walking to the shower, he shortly cleaned himself before peeking out of the shower. No wolves around. Okay, he guessed he could risk it to walk around in his cat-form.
Just when he was dressed and actually wanted to walk over to the library to read something, he saw Tucker coming from the gate. Looks like he brought Junior to school.
"Tucker!"
Looking up from his phone Tucker began to grin. "Hey, miss me already."
"Absolutely, I couldn't stand a minute more." Deadpanned Wash, not moving a muscle in his face.
"Seems so." Replied Tucker, showing his best smile.
"Why were you looking for me anyway?" They were walking towards Tuckers room to hang out a bit and play a video game. Often it was that Tucker was playing, while Wash tried to chase the dots and points on the screen as a cat.
"I wanted to ask you what this is all about."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me Tucker. You know what I mean. The flirting and stuff."
"Oh that… Well, you know about my critical state. I have two days left, so I guess I flirt with everyone being a potential feeder."
"You think I fit in this criterion?"
"Obviously."
Wash's tail flicking back and forth while he pondered about the information Tucker just gave him, before answering. "You know, I think I'm the falsest person when it comes to that. Besides, your flirt-attempts don't really have an effect on me."
"Falsest person?"
"Just leave it with that." Replied Wash, not wanting to answer more questions about his past.
"And why doesn't the flirting have effects on you?"
"I'm a werecat. Sexual attraction only comes with a strong bond and strong emotions. Like when a werewolf has found his mate, remember."
There was an embarrassing silence between them, Tucker staring on the ground.
"So you tell me that I'm making a complete fool outta myself?"
Wash made a movement with his head resembling a nod and a shake of his head at the same time.
"Okay, so you don't want me to flirt with me?"
"As if you could stop that..."
"Hey! I am who I am!" Tucker made a pouting face, which made Wash roll his eyes again.
"You really are who you are. However, just try to keep me out of your prey-scheme when going on a hunt."
"I can try…" answered Tucker, nervously chewing his lower lip.