Hello, so to make it up to you guy's I am updating two days in a row. Yay!!

MarblesTheMoose it is always a pleasure to hear from you, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to kill you, hopefully this chapter will please you okay, I don't leave it as suspenseful, I can't have you guy's in pain can I?

Misto4Ever wow, that is really nice of you to say thank you so much I'm glad you feel that way. I hope you continue to enjoy it.

Alfieletriss I suppose we can just hope for the best. I don't mean to be mean to Tugger, but he always get's his way I think so he's got to have a bit of trouble I think.

So I present Chapter 10

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Tugger walked slowly back outside feeling slightly more depressed than before he went to see Old Deuteronomy. The meeting had not gone entirely well and Misto was now in there, being interrogated about what had happened to him. He was happy of course, that he had a little time to warn him, prepare him to respond to a question that without warning, he would have stuttered through, and would have clearly looked guilty of something.

He thought back to the moment before, being closer to him than he had in weeks, so close. He looked you vulnerable under Tuggers gaze. His voice faltered and he had that look on his face. That beautiful look that he'd only seen a few times. Being so close to kissing him again seemed to be a blessing mixed with a curse. The proximity to him, the thrill of being so close was wonderful, but the disappointment that followed was almost to much to bear.

After an internal debate with himself he decided to wit until Mistoffelees came out. It was important that he found out what Misto had or hadn't said. Though admittedly this was only half his reason. After their last encounter he was desperate to see him again.. Not that he expected anything. Misto seemed to be determined not to give in to his feelings, feelings that Tugger could still see he had, even if he chose to deny them.

He wanted for an eternity it seemed. What could they be doing? How many times would Misto have to repeat 'I don't know anything' till Old Deuteronomy believed him? Of course there was the possibility that he wouldn't believe him. But Misto had never done anything to arise suspicion before, there no evidence that he had done anything wrong, he couldn't be kept for much longer.

Only a few more minutes passed when Tugger finally saw Misto emerge. He jumped up immediately and before Misto could do anything he pulled him over to a secluded corner.

"What took you so long?" Tugger questioned instantly. "I was getting worried."

Misto remained silent and looked away and towards the ground.

Tugger grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him. "What happened?"

"He asked about you." He mumbled quietly

"I know, but what did you say?"

"That I didn't know anything."

"Then why were you there so long?" Tugger asked confused.

"You'd be surprised how persistent he was." Misto said softly.

"What did he tell you?" Tugger asked forcefully.

Misto's eyes darted away from Tuggers. "Nothing."

Tugger quickly adjusted his head so he was looking into Misto's eyes again. "You are a terrible liar, now tell me what he said."

Mistoffelees swallowed nervously. "He didn't say much."

"Misto," Tugger said, his tone filled with warning.

"He said you were dying." He spoke softly.

"Did he now." Saying it like it was all a joke.

"Don't joke Tug," Misto snarled looking close to tears. "I know he was telling the truth, just look at you."

"Would it matter, if I was?" Tug fired back.

"Stop it Tug, just get better. You can fix this yourself, just come back to your senses." Misto pleaded.

"There's no point, not really. I'm sure everything will be better off afterwards anyway."

"How can you say that?" asked Misto, disgusted

"There's nothing for me Misto."

"Don't be stupid, everyone loves you! How can think of being so stupid! What about me? I–" He stopped talking, catching what he said.

"What about you Misto? Do you have a special reason for wanting me to stick around?" He gave a teasing sort of pout, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"No! I didn't mean–" His voiced was panicked.

"What did you mean?" he persisted.

"Just that I, that is to say..." His eyes darted around nervously as he tried to think of what to say.

"You can tell me the truth Misto."

"You know I will not be with you? I can't." Misto said, keeping his voice as strong as possible, but he faltered slightly we he said 'can't'.

"You've mentioned it a few times." Tugger replied, his voice a cross of disappointment and sarcasm.

"Tugger I'm sorry but I can't." Mistoffelees sounded determined and pained.

"I know," and Tugger leaned in and kissed him. Misto's resistance didn't seem to hold at all. To Tuggers glee Misto was kissing him back with as much urgency as Tugger felt. The stood for moments in the dark corner, forgetting that they weren't supposed to be doing this together, forgetting about all the hate and resentment and pain they had instilled in one another.

Tugger finally pulled away, angry that he had do such mundane things like breathing. He kept his forehead pressed against Misto's, his eyes shut, wishing that time could freeze itself. Misto raised his head up so it was no longer leaning against Tuggers. Tugger took this opportunity to nuzzle Mistoffelees's exposed neck.

"This doesn't change anything." Misto said, Tugger feeling his throat vibrate against his lips. He pulled away and looked at him.

"I know."Tugger mumbled huskily and he then moved his face smoothly back to his, and kissed him. Misto again fell under Tuggers spell and found himself and his disposal. They both felt happier than they had in weeks. Tugger knew that after this moment he would be able to live a little bit longer. But he also knew that Mistoffelees wouldn't allow something like this to happen again. It was obvious that Misto's better judgment had been temporally banished do to his concern for Tugger. At this point, he was more than willing to take what he could get while he

could get it, even if it would to regret later.