Again Everyone, sorry for the wait, and sorry for the length! I really hope I don't disappoint!
Mercutio carefully opened the large column of wood, his gun in hand. Inside, the main hall was dim; the overhead chandeliers turned off. Only the light from candles placed around the staircase and in the ornate holders in the wall was his guide. The faint scent of roses tickled his nose. He quietly closed the door, making his way to the foot of the staircase where he stopped. Maybe this was a trap! The kinsman wondered what to do next. Then, a soft chuckle echoed through the room.
"I'm up here Mercutio," a silky deep voice said. "Come get me honey," Shivers racked through the dark man's body. When had Tybalt ever sounded like this? Mercutio slowly ascended the staircase, hand still on his gun. He crept down the dimly lit hallway, the only sound being his feet on the hard wood floor. Then, he came to Tybalt's door. He put his hand on the knob, again hesitating. Another chuckle came from behind the wood. "What's the matter? Don't you want to come in?" Mercutio began to tremble. Slowly, he turned the brass knob. He peered inside wearily. The room was bathed in the same orange candle glow as the rest of the house, the scent of roses still abundant in the space. He walked fully into the room.
"T-Tybalt?" he asked timidly. Then, the door shut.
Mercutio turned around at the shut door. In the shadows of the corner, he could make out a figure leaning against the wall. He tensed.
"Something wrong my sweet?" the figure said. The kinsman relaxed visibly at the voice.
"Oh, Tybalt. It's just you. What on earth-," but he stopped as the Capulet came into the light. As a matter fact, his jaw was almost on the ground! Tybalt smiled. For this occasion, Tybalt was wearing tight leather shorts, showing a lot of leg. The vest he wore was sleeveless and unbuttoned. Cat ears stuck out on his head. An unlit cigarette hung from his lips. He chuckled at Mercutio's face.
"Why love, whatever has you so flustered?" he asked, sauntering over to the dark kinsman. He placed a hand on his clothed chest. "Do you not like my little costume?"
"Uh...I-I...uh," Mercutio couldn't even grasped what Tybalt looked like; he was awestruck by the body in front of him. Tybalt chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Mercutio's neck, pulling him towards him. Discarding the cigarette, he licked the dark cheek moaning softly.
"T-Tybalt! W-What are you?" Mercutio asked. Tybalt purred, pushing him on the bed.
"I want to play," he mewled, climbing on top of the paralyzed kinsman. Mercutio let the Capulet run his hands over the starch white shirt. Then, he paused. This wasn't right. Something about the way Tybalt acted was off.
"Tybalt, stop," he said. The Capulet purred, pawing his way to the kinsman's face. "Stop!" he said more firmly. Tybalt paused, looking into Mercutio's dark orbs.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You tell me." Mercutio leaned up to look at him fully. "What's the matter? You seem to be trying too hard to please me. Even all of this was, although very appreciated, excessive." Tybalt's eyes dropped.
"Y-You don't love me," he whispered. Mercutio blinked.
"Excuse me?" Tybalt glared heatedly.
"You don't love me! You love that bastard Montague! He's the one you're always looking at! He's the one who is getting in the way! I won't let him take you from me! I'd rather die!" Tears were falling by then. Tybalt couldn't stop them, watching them fall on Mercutio's chest. The kinsman sighed. He lifted his hand, placing it on his lover's cheek. He wiped away his tears.
"Tybalt...Notorious Prince of Cats...is jealous of little lover boy Montague," he said. Tybalt didn't answer, his hands tightening on the shirt. "Listen to me my adorable prince. I Love You! Nothing and nobody will change that! Romeo is a friend to me, almost a brother. There's no need to be jealous of him." Tybalt's watery orbs met those of his beloveds. Mercutio smiled. "Don't ever doubt how I feel." He pulled the light skinned man down, kissing him slowly. Tybalt let out a noise similar to both a whine and a moan. He kissed him with abandon, running his tongue over the dark man's, his hand thick in the twisted locks. Mercutio groaned, feeling Tybalt's lower body beginning to grind against the dark man, the friction driving him into lustful haze. He sucked on the soft tongue, pulling back to get a breath of air. He smirked.
"I want to make you love me. I want to make you not even want to think about that Montague."
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