Hey! So one of the readers gave me the idea for this chapter and I just couldn't leave it alone. I don't own. And again sorry for mistakes, I'm too sleepy to check it.
Jerry woke up, feeling unbelievably cold. Something was missing. Something essential. When he opened his eyes he confirmed his suspicions. Tom was not laying next to him as he should. He wasn't present in the room.
He told himself it's stupid to worry. Tom was probably just in the kitchen. Still, it was six in the morning and the cat wasn't big on waking up early.
He slowly stood up, sleepiness completely gone. The floor was cold, when he stepped on it leaving the fluffy red carpet, but Jerry didn't have time to wear socks. He checked the kitchen, the living room and all the other places.
He wasn't in the house.
The mouse told himself that it was okay, that Tom just went out for a while to go shopping or sit on a tree. It didn't help much. A cold shiver went through him as he checked the garden.
For hours he sat on the couch, watching pointless TV programs and listening to the sound of heavy rain outside. Tom would be mad at him for showing his worry, so he didn't call any gods. He was seriously considering it, but then he heard steps and he thought 'finally'.
Tom was standing in the hall. Something was definitely wrong.
He was naked and covered in mud, like he fell down onto the ground multiple times. His eyes were wide and frightened.
"God, Tom what happened?" said Jerry as he started walking in his direction.
Tom backed away from him.
The mouse didn't let that get to him and just walked faster embracing the wet boy.
Tom went rigid against him. He was trembling and arching as far away from the other as he could.
Someone must have hurt him and that made the mouse livid. He unconsciously tightened his grip and the cat pushed him off. Jerry could say the move was desperate and laced with deep fear, which he never before saw in his partner's eyes.
He went to the bathroom and took a towel. He imagined Tom must be cold, but it was hard to say what caused the constant shivering.
When he came back the naked teenager was sitting on the floor before the TV, watching a documentary about cats. Jerry chuckled, and covered his shoulders with the towel. The cat almost jumped from surprise. He looked at the offered fabric and then at the ground. His face was conflicted but then he seemed to make a decision. He moved a little to his left making place for the mouse to sit. Which seemed completely unnecessary, but Jerry sat there anyway. Because even if he had to sit on the wet carpet, the cat willingly offered him a point next to him, even though he was visibly afraid of his presence.
He observed his companion. Wrapped in the towel and slouched, Tom seemed a lot smaller then usual. His yellow eyes were focused on the television and the fear made them look a lot bigger. Suddenly his eyes went impossibly wider and he fainted.
Jerry was at a loss. He checked the cat's pulse and breathing, but everything seemed to work fine. He looked at the TV trying to find something that caused this. It proved pointless. There was only something about cat's hunting and helping their owners keep the house clear of rodents.
He prayed to Love and Pride, but without answer. He wasn't sure if it was safe to contact the others so he just sighted and took Tom to the bathroom. He was dirty and water was good to wake up stupid cats.
It didn't occur to him it was actually a really bad idea. As soon as the beauty woke up, it jumped right out of the bath and clawed at Jerry, holding on to him tightly. It was at least reassuring to know Tom still feared water more then him.
He was mostly clean anyway, so Jerry let him ran out of the place and hide beneath the covers, wetting the bed in the process.
"What's wrong Tom? You haven't said a word to me, since the time you came back."
The cat looked at him. So it was like that.
"You can't speak?"
He nodded.
"Oh, Tom I'm so sorry." he sat on the bed next to him. "I don't know what happened, but I'll make it right again."
He kissed his (more or less) boyfriend in what he hoped was a reassuring way.
Tom hit him. He did that a lot of times before but never like that. There was no anger behind it, just fear.
It was too much. Tom feared him, and in the mouse-boy's dictionary that meant the same as 'Tom hates me'.
"You must be hungry. I'll make you something." Jerry said not looking back at their shared bed.
The potion. Where did he put the potion? Ah, it's here. But should he use it?
'It may be important that Tom feels drawn to you' Love said and it really was. How could Tom fight and defend himself in this pitiful state? If he can trust somebody he loves, it would make him stronger.
… Or that's what Jerry told himself because he really, desperately wanted to use Love's gift right from the moment he got it.
It was impossible to spot in a glass filled with water which the mouse gave his beloved with a sandwich.
He did have doubts. Well, at least to the moment when Tom looked at him void of fear.
He spotted something in those yellow orbs he had never seen before- affection.
He kissed the cat experimentally on the forehead and when Tom reciprocated by rubbing their noses together, like he was still a cat and it was the only way he knew how to show his feelings, his self control broke.
He pushed his partner down forcibly and attacked his lips. At first Tom kept his lips tightly closed but then he relaxed and opened them slightly. He kissed back slowly, tentatively, like he was a fucking virgin.
Well, they never before made love on a bed. Looking back they never 'made love' at all, it was always rough fucking driven by lust.
Jerry supposes he can do it this way too. He even likes how this being was, not quite escaping, but shying away from his more forward touches.
He stopped kissing and observed how the cat opened his eyes wider at the first contact of their
dicks. His was still clothed.
He decided he should go slower. Kissing the gorgeous creature all over didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
It was a shame Tom couldn't make a sound. The way he arched at every little touch was killing Jerry. He wanted to take him right then, without any preparation, like the first time Tom got inside him.
But this, this innocence of such a sexual creature was new. Jerry couldn't quite say what it was, but something felt wrong. This Tom was different, the poison was making him the prey, not the predator. They always rivaled each other, but now the cat was just giving himself without care.
He felt the others penis touch his throat, when he got down to lick his navel.
Enough kissing all over. Tom was practically leaking and he couldn't let him come before the fun even begun.
Taking off his clothes, he took a bottle of oil from the bedside table. Waiting for permission seemed pointless so he just pushed his finger inside. He heard a loud bang. Tom hit his head against the headboard and looked at him with disbelief.
"You're acting like such a virgin today." Jerry smirked taking the tip of his cock into his mouth.
It wasn't hard to say Tom was embarrassed. Which was a phenomenon in itself.
When Jerry put in the second finger, the pale body underneath him started thrashing and trying to get more. Which was something familiar at last. By the third finger Tom would scream if he had the voice.
They weren't going to last long. Even he, not touched, could get off only by looking at the cat.
He replaced his fingers with the more important part of his body in one thrust.
Tom arched in pain. But there was something missing.
The claws, Jerry realized. Tom always digs them into his skin. Now they were tangled in the bedsheets.
It was a bit masochistic, but Jerry liked the pain those claws gave him.
It couldn't quite leave his mind as he started moving. He wasn't one for slow love-making, that was for sure.
Looking at Tom's beautiful, strong hands, he decided he wanted to feel them. He tangled their hands and the cat immediately dug his nails into the delicate flesh.
Jerry hissed. Oh yeah, that was the way he liked it.
With every thrust, every hit to his lover's prostate, the nails dug further. It was taking inhuman strength not to come at that.
All that went to hell when Tom got legs around his waist and drew him nearer so he could lick his chin. The mouse had to let go on that. He came almost at the same time as his partner, screaming loudly for the sake of Tom, who couldn't.
He woke up and Tom was there, laying next to him exactly where he should.
"You feeling well?" he asked kissing his cheek.
"Oh, I doubt that." said someone, and dread went through him because he knew that voice. "After all, you just poisoned him and used that to get him to sleep with you."
Tom was standing over the bed staring angrily at the mouse and the exact copy of himself.
Shit.
Cliffhanger, hahhhahha. Just be happy I didn't do that in the middle of sexing ;P
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