A Family Affair
Part Four
Hello! Does anyone still remember me? Delphi is back after a two-year absence! :) I'm so sorry, guys, and I don't blame anyone who stopped reading and following. My leave of absence from the fandom was due to having a baby (it's kind of like mpreg, but with girls) and life has only just gotten normal enough for me to dive back into writing. I'm not leaving the CATS fandom any time soon. I love it too much.
I'm sad at the thought that some people may have left the fandom, people whose stories I loved and who I loved messaging with, but it's natural for some people to leave their fandoms over the years. If anyone is still out there who remembers me, let me know. Say hi! And all the new people- please, say hi too!
And now, without further ado, I present to you Part Four of "A Family Affair", the fic I briefly abandoned but have now completed. Stay tuned for more fics. A long time ago, I promised a sequel to the "Mysterious Ways" saga, and it's on its way.
Hearts and fish-paste!
When Mistoffelees woke again, still curled under the quilt on the living room couch, the morning light was just beginning to pour through the curtains. It was still so early… and then he realized what woke him. The quiet rustle of a duffel bag being moved down to the floor.
Sitting up, Mistoffelees blinked guiltily. Jemima stood there, fully dressed and carrying the bag, getting ready to put on her coat.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey," Mistoffelees said. "Listen, Jemima…. We, um… should probably sit down and talk about-"
"Don't worry about it," she said, and Mistoffelees now noticed the redness lining her eyes. She'd been crying. "I know. I mean, I… I heard, last night. You and dad. I know."
"Oh." The tux blinked dumbly. That was incredibly awkward, and yet at the same time, he was relieved at the thought of not having to have that particular conversation.
Jemima nodded glumly, moving to put on her boots. "So listen, I'm going to go stay with my mom for a bit. Tell my dad, okay? Tell him I'm not mad. I just need some time away from all this."
"Sure," Mistoffelees whispered. "I… Jemima… I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be hurt. I'm really, really sorry…"
"It's okay," she said. She put on her coat and hoisted her bag on her shoulder.
He wondered if he should go to her, maybe give her a hug or a kiss on the cheek, anything to show her that he didn't hate her, despite what he'd done to her, but she didn't look as though she would be receptive.
Jemima opened the door and for a moment she looked ready to hurry outside, but she stopped and looked back.
"Do… do you love him?"
"Yes," Mistoffelees said, quietly but with no hesitation.
"And you'll take care of him, right?"
"… of course."
"Okay," Jemima said. She gave him a small smile. "Thanks. I hope it works out. I really do."
With that, she left the house quietly, leaving Mistoffelees sitting somberly on the couch. He was trying to decide on trying to go back to sleep or not, when Munkustrap quietly came padding down the hallway.
"Did I hear talking in here?" he asked, sounding a little sleepy still.
"Jemima," Mistoffelees said. "She knows. She heard us last night. She's going to stay with her mother for a while."
"Oh, Bast," the tabby sighed. He sat down heavily on the armrest of the couch.
"She said she wasn't mad."
"Poor kit. I'll call her later, make sure she's really okay."
"Good idea," Mistoffelees said. "So what… I mean, where does that leave us?"
"That depends," Munkustrap said. "Do you still want to see where we can go from here?"
It was all the tux could do to keep from leaping onto the other end of the couch. "Yes! I mean, yes, I'd be interested."
"In that case… do you want to come over for dinner this weekend?"
"Just dinner?" Mistoffelees asked shyly.
Munkustrap gave a charming, cheeky grin. "Maybe not just dinner. I don't know if you noticed, but I've got a hot tub in the backyard..."
Mistoffelees shifted quickly from foot to foot, fur bristling in the cold breeze. The nervous shifting was due both to the coldness of the deck beneath his bare feet, and from his exhilarated nerves at the idea of what was about to happen.
They'd finished dinner twenty minutes ago. Mistoffelees couldn't remember the last time he'd gulped down a meal so fast, anticipating what was to come after.
Munkustrap had sheepishly apologized for not having a spare bathrobe or bathing suit to lend to the tux (and neither even suggesting pilfering one of Jemima's) but with a sly smile, had suggested they didn't really need either, since there was a convenient patio table right next to the hot tub. Mistoffelees had stepped outside in nothing but his indoor clothes and a tightly-wound yellow scarf, and had begun by hastily kicking his shoes off, intending to strip as fast as possible and avoid standing in the cold winter air any longer than necessary, but his fingers suddenly became thick and clumsy as he watched Munkustrap, his back turned to the tux, sliding his white dress shirt from broad shoulders.
There was a gentle white light humming from the edge of the hot tub, just enough to illuminate the dark stripes on the tabby's shapely back, the curve of his spine as he bent over to tug off his shoes. Mistoffelees' tail flicked appreciatively; even with his pants still on, the sight of Munkustrap bending over was an enticing one.
A quick gust of wind chilled the tux suddenly, reminding him that he was about to look ridiculous still fully clothed while the tabby stood naked. He quickly pushed aside his yellow scarf and fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, mouth going dry as Munkustrap turned around, shirtless, and gave him a little smirk.
"I know it's cold out," he gently said. "But the sooner you can those off, the sooner you can step into the hot water."
Mistoffelees gulped and feebly worked at a button. "My fingers are a bit numb, is all."
"Then here. Wouldn't want you getting frosbite."
In a slightly bold move that made Mistoffelees blush and smile all at once, Munkustrap reached over to undo the buttons for him. Once the shirt was open, the tabby made a deliberate gesture of sweeping his paws up the black-and-white chest and caressing the shoulders gently before pushing the shirt off.
Mistoffelees bit his lip and groaned at the touch. His anxiety would have flared at the thought of being handled by such a seductive, experienced lover, if only he hadn't glanced at Munkustrap's face and spotted the incredibly sweet, incredibly endearing look on his face; the tabby, though more experienced with intimate matters, was obviously as nervous as he was.
The thought made his own nerves bolder. When Munkustrap began to unwind the soft yellow scarf from around his neck, he reached up for the tabby's shoulder fur and pulled him down for a kiss.
It was bliss, to the point that Mistoffelees couldn't help himself and began gently rocking his hips against the tabby's, until another gust of cold air made him shiver and pull his mouth away to burrow for warmth into the stripped chest.
"Let's get in," Munkustrap chuckled. "Before you get icicles on your fur."
Mistoffelees nodded, a little bashful as he remembered they were still wearing pants that would need to come off. He shuddered in delight as Munkustrap's hands rolled down his spine, grazing the base of his tail, until he slipped gentle fingertips into the waistband and teased all around until he'd reach the front of the tux's jeans.
With a quick pause to squeeze at the bulge tenting the material, which caused Mistoffelees to gasp loudly and roll his hips again, the tabby pulled the button free and unzipped the pants, letting Mistoffelees balance against his chest as he stepped out of them. With a quick gulp, the tux moved to return the favor, fumbling with the button of Munkustrap's pants much in the same way he'd fumbled with the buttons of his own shirt.
The fact that his fingers kept bumping against the enticing hardness, and the rapid breaths of the tabby kept warming his head fur, weren't helping matters any. When he finally managed to open Munkustrap's pants and release the bobbing erection, he hesitated to do much more than loosely encircle it with his fingers. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the tabby's cool paw wrapped around his, encouraging him to stroke.
Oh Bast, he could have done this all evening, and he was ready to do it, too, at least until he felt Munkustrap gently pulling away from him and understood he was being led to the hot tub. Oh right; they were naked now and standing in the cold winter air. Funny how Mistoffelees had stopped noticing.
He watched as Munkustrap slowly stepped into the steaming water, listened to him sigh at the soothing heat. He quickly followed, holding onto the sides of the tub with cold, nervous paws as he stepped in, hissing quickly at the shock of heat against his cold skin and fur.
"It's bloody hot," the tux said bashfully.
Munkustrap chuckled. "You get used to it. Now come sit here…"
He patted the molded seat next to his. Mistoffelees maneuvered across the tub, careful not to slip, and sat next to Munkustrap, the water level rising up to his ribs. He had to admit the heat felt wonderful. It felt even better when the tabby leaned in to kiss him, slipping one paw under the water to wrap around his erection, pumping softly.
A pleasured shiver ran up Mistoffelees' spine at the touch. He threw his head back, cutting off the kiss, squeezing his eyes shut until he decided he really didn't want to miss anything that was happening. He wound his fingers into the tabby's wet arm-fur, timidly locking eyes; the look in Munkustrap's eyes, all smolder and sexiness, nearly sent him right off the edge there and then. He managed to hang on by anchoring himself to Munkustrap's fur, panting desperately. His tail peeked out of the water and lashed hard against the side of the tub.
Munkustrap's hand on his organ squeezed and moved faster; Mistoffelees spasmed from pleasure and almost lost his footing in the hot tub.
"Munk…" he breathed. "Oh Munk, please… stop, I'm going to…."
Munkustrap's only reply was to stroke faster, and catch his mouth in another kiss. Mistoffelees whined against the other's lips.
"I—I… oh Bast, that feels good! … I mean it, I'm-"
"Go ahead, come for me," Munkustrap growled. "Don't hold back."
"B-b-but the tub…!"
"Has a clean cycle. Let go."
He did let go, with a thrilling cry that would later make him grateful that Munkustrap's backyard had no immediate neighbors. Twisting and shuddering in the tub, Mistoffelees eventually relaxed, roused back to full awareness by the feel of Munkustrap's rough tongue gently grooming his face.
Still panting, Mistoffelees grinned. "We are in a tub… I guess you'd better make sure I'm nice and clean."
He felt Munkustrap chuckle against him, concluding the grooming with a gentle kiss between his ears. "How was that?"
"Bloody amazing," Mistoffelees said, his earlier bashfulness melting away. It seemed orgasm made him bolder; peering through the water, he could see Munkustrap's firm erection, and he reached down to caress it, needing no encouragement this time. Now he just needed to find a way to return the favor, quickly scanning the hot tub.
"Hm… could you sit here?" Mistoffelees said with a slight blush, indicating the tallest seat in the tub.
Amused, Munkustrap obeyed. Steam rose from his wet fur as he hoisted himself up to the higher seat; the hot water lapped at his thighs and left his prominent erection standing clear of the water.
Mistoffelees held on to the molded sides of the seats as he lowered himself, adjusting his position here and there until he was kneeling at the proper height in front of Munkustrap's lap. The tabby had to spread his legs to give Mistoffelees room to settle between them, making the position a bit more lewd and a lot more exciting.
The tux braced himself on Munkustrap's thigh with one paw, wrapping the other around the thick base of the erection before him. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing—it was his first time, after all—but surely it wouldn't be too hard to imagine what felt good, and the way Munkustrap's paw swept over his ears in a caressing motion was encouragement enough.
He guided the tip of Munkustrap's erection into his mouth, sucking gently. He could taste chlorine from the hot tub and the musk that was all Munkustrap's, and he purred at the thought; the second he knew he could handle this, he took in more of the organ, slowly bobbing his head up and down.
The paw caressing his ears began to tense, grasping the back of his head; the action was coupled with a long, breathy moan and a few restrained hip thrusts. Mistoffelees smiled, as best as he could with his mouth full, and teasingly ran his claws alongside the tabby's thigh as he continued to suck.
"Misto…" Munkustrap growled. The fingers on the back of the tux's head sprouted claws. "Okay… okay, stop. I'm going to come."
Mistoffelees slid the organ free of his mouth, giving the tabby a cheeky grin. "Doesn't the tub have a clean cycle?"
"Mm-hm," Munkustrap chuckled, eyes hooded and chest heaving. "Don't want to waste it though. Do you want to try… if you're ready…?"
He patted his thighs, letting Mistoffelees decide if he wanted to take him up on the invitation. The small tom didn't have to think about it much; he swallowed hard and nodded, hard and excited all over again at the mere thought of doing this with the tabby, and rose out of the water to figure out how they would do this.
"Just sit on my lap for now," Munkustrap said. "With your back against my chest…"
Mistoffelees did so, taking care again not to slip, and sat on the tabby's firm thighs, spreading his legs and propping his feet up on the seats on either side. An insistent hardness poked him in the rear and he moaned softly as he reclined against the furry, damp chest behind him.
The seats on either side of the tabby were uneven, so that one of Mistoffelees' legs was propped up higher than the other. It made him feel a tad more excited though; a tad more exposed. Sure enough, one of Munkustrap's paws ran down his chest, over a flexed thigh, and experimentally touched the exposed entrance. Mistoffelees arched against him.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts."
"I wi—ooooh."
As Munkustrap gently pressed one finger in, Mistoffelees melted back in a way that had nothing to do with the heat from the hot tub. One finger became two, then three, stretching him slowly and deliberately in a way that left him gasping for breath and desperate for more than just fingers.
He squirmed on Munkustrap's lap, feeling the tabby's erection still prominently throbbing against him, and pushed back against it, hoping Munkustrap would get the signal.
And he did; pulling his fingers out, Munkustrap fastened strong paws around Mistoffelees' hips, guiding him back down onto his erection.
"Ah-!" Mistoffelees' breath hitched; this was a bit larger and more unforgiving than fingers, but the moment he managed to relax, he shivered with pleasure and once more sank back onto Munkustrap's lap, groaning softly at the sensation.
Having his feet braced on the tub seats made it easy; Mistoffelees placed his paws on Munkustrap's thighs to brace himself, using his feet to gently pushing himself up and lower himself back down. It got smoother and easier with every thrust, especially with the way Munkustrap's paws helped support his weight by keeping a death grip on his hips, moving him and down and making him swivel in tiny circles that brought the tabby's erection into contact with something sensitive deep inside him.
Digging his claws deep into the flesh of Munkustrap's thighs, Mistoffelees groaned wildly, overheated from the steam and their activity. He was teetering on the edge of another orgasm, needing just a little bit more; with a shaking paw, he let go of the tabby's thigh and wrapped it around his aching erection, stroking it in time with their thrusts.
Munkustrap groaned, biting into his shoulder, and Mistoffelees just knew he was looking over his shoulder and watching him touch himself. "M… Munk…!"
"I'm almost there," the tabby grunted, bringing Mistoffelees' hips down hard against him. "Almost…"
He felt Munkustrap's orgasm a moment later, felt him twitching and pulsing inside him while his teeth clamped down on the skin of the tux's shoulder. Mistoffelees pumped himself as fast as he could and came a second after, sending his seed into the water once more. Thank goodness for that clean cycle.
Exhausted, Mistoffelees sank back against Munkustrap's chest, shivering with afterglow, at least until a wind gust made him shiver with cold.
Munkustrap chuckled lazily into his shoulder. "Maybe it's time to get back into the water. Try not to fall asleep."
"Stuff it," Mistoffelees teased. Together they maneuvered just enough for Munkustrap to slide free of his body, though as they sank back beneath the soothingly warm water, he stay firmly cuddled on the other tom's lap.
This was what he'd needed. Not the sex (well, okay, the sex too), but the closeness, the intimacy with someone like Munkustrap. And he caught himself wondering if he could have felt this happy and content with anyone other than Munkustrap.
If he had his way, he decided, he would never have to find out.
With a happy sigh, Mistoffelees snuggled back into the heat of the tub and Munkustrap's arms, sleepily watching the whorls of steam rising from the water. "I love you."
Munkustrap's arms went a little tighter around him. "I love you too."
The End
Thank you all again. If you're still reading me, I love you, and will be posting more fics soon. :)
