Within the quaint and large den beheld various people, including Munkustrap, Alonzo, Jennyanydots, Jellylorum, Asparagus, Skimbleshanks, Bustopher Jones, who was Misto's uncle, and Deuteronomy, who was Tugger and Munk's father.
Misto let go of Tugger's hand instantly at seeing his uncle. "Oh, Uncle Bustopher," he said. "What're you doing here? I thought you weren't coming here until Sunday."
Bustopher Jones was a fat cat, meaning he was old money. He came from a rich family and he was quite regal. Though he only felt rich when people liked him, so he was rich on friendship so to speak. He befriended the majority of people in his younger years when he was a little playboy, even those who were in the poor part of London, the Jellicles, who although were rich on happiness, weren't the classiest cats around. Bustopher's niece met a Jellicle and fell in love with him because of Bustopher, and they conceived Mistoffelees and Victoria. They lived in the Junkyard and were happy folks until the parents passed away. Bustopher knew his great niece and nephew were true Jellicles, and so he let them live in the Junkyard while the rest of his family looked down at the trio for being in such trashy parts of London. He would come by every now and then to the Junkyard, when he felt like he should check in on the kittens.
Bustopher didn't mind that Mistoffelees was friends with Tugger when they were kittens, but as they grew older Tugger turned into the type of cat Bustopher didn't admire. He thought Tugger was a whore who was the epitome of trash. He admired Munkustrap truly, but not Tugger, and their other brother was out of the question. Bustopher disapproved of Tugger and Misto's friendship with him, and Misto knew, but he never thought his uncle would do something about it.
"Well, I had been receiving telegrams from some of the Jellicles telling me about your behavior," Bustopher explained. "And we've been talking about how to handle it."
"What do you mean by my behavior?" Misto asked.
The cats exchanged looks. "Perhaps you two should sit down."
Tugger and Misto sat on the couch, not excited to have a full house.
"Misto, you've become rude and careless," Bustopher said.
"What?"
"The other cats have told me what you've been doing. Just today you bumped into people without apologizing." Misto and Tugger both looked down, knowing they had done that but didn't think it was a big deal. "You knocked a vase Coricopat had made right out of his arms and didn't say a word. You stole Jenny's pie that she made for Gus, who's sick in bed. You poured water on Munkustrap and Alonzo-"
"That was my fault," Tugger interjected. "I-"
"It was all your fault. You've been influencing Mistoffelees in a negative way."
Tugger wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't comprehend what he was saying. How could I have influenced Misto negaitvely? Th-That's impossible. I think...
"And that's only for today," Bustopher continued. "They've told me what you've done before, too. You've stolen numerous things and you've pulled pranks on various people, not caring if you've ridiculed or embarrassed them. You're seventeen-years-old Mistoffelees. Start acting like it. And you Tugger, you're nineteen and you're acting like you're ten. You two need to grow up. Be like Munkustrap and Alonzo. They're best friends but they know how to act like mature and responsible toms because they are mature and responsible. You two need to figure out what you're going to do with your lives and find a way to contribute to this Junkyard."
"But why can't you just let us be ourselves?" Misto asked.
"You can be yourselves, but you have to think about others."
"But..."
"But nobody ever thought about him," Tugger mumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"When I first met Misto," Tugger said. "We were playing hide and seek. He said that people forgot about him and that he had no friends. I'm the only one who actually thinks about him and I put him before anyone else, even me. He does the same. That's why he acts the way he does, because he only cares about the people that care about him. None of you do. Sure, you would be upset if he died or got hurt or something, but you don't care enough to let him get his frustrations out, to hold him when he cries, to try to cheer him up. None of you even had the gall to try. Why should he care about you when you don't care about him? And the best part is that he actually does care about you. He makes you birthday cards and he plants flowers in front of your dens but none of you have ever thanked him before. So don't stand there and tell him how to act. Take your own advice for once."
"Tugger," said Munk. He looked at their dad and back to his brother. "Look, we care about you two, but we just feel like you need to sit down and think for awhile. You two need to have some time alone and then you can be friends in a respectful way, and as you do that, then we'll be sure to start taking care of everyone in an equivalent exchange, including Misto..."
"Once he gets back," Alonzo mumbled.
"What?" Misto and Tugger shouted, standing up at the same time.
"Where am I going?" Misto asked.
"To stay with your family," Bustopher said.
"You can't do that! Not-not after we just...Not after I realized..." Tugger was lost again, that happening numerous times that day. He looked at his brother, and one of his plans formed in his head. "Fine," he said.
"What?" Misto asked him.
"Can we at least hug before he goes?"
"Of course," Jenny said.
Tugger looked at Misto, who was still shocked. He wrapped his arms around the small tom and whispered, "Disappear with me."
Misto got the message and wrapped his arms around Tugger. He concentrated really hard and pictured the dock behind the back fence. Then, with his magic, him and Tugger disappeared, appearing at the spot on the dock he was concentrating on. "Where are we going?" Misto asked Tugger.
"To my brother's," Tugger said. He took Misto's hand and they ran fast down the dock.
Tugger's oldest brother Macavity had left the Junkyard years ago, hating every part of it, depsising the ridicule and hatred he received from some of the cats. He occasionally raided the Junkyard, only stealing a few things with his henchcats, but he had also stopped numerous mobs from attacking the Junkyard. Macavity lived not too far from the Junkyard actually, only right down the dock actually. He always liked to be close to home, even if he couldn't stand half of the Jellicles, he still loved his brothers and father. Tugger had visited him often after he ventured out of the Junkyard once with some of the older kits, feeling bad about leaving Misto alone. Ever since they came across each other at a party they've met in Macavity lair, which was in the basement of an abandoned building.
Tugger ran to the basement and crawled in through the window, all the henchcats knowing he was welcome when ever. He walked to the back and entered Macavity's den. "Macavity!" Tugger called. He was about to go into his bedroom, but Macavity stumbled around on the other side and quickly came out, obviously not wanting Tugger or anyone to see what or who he had in there.
"Tugger, hi, what do you need?" Macavity asked.
Tugger sighed. "They're trying to take Misto away from me," Tugger said.
Macavity looked at the frightened tuxedo cat. Misto knew Macavity would never hurt him, but he once zapped Macavity with a lighting bolt when Macavity came in on one of his raids. Macavity didn't mind the little tux, he thought he was adorable and was glad he made his brother happy, but he still remembered when he got zapped. "Why?"
"Because they think I'm a bad influence on Misto."
Macavity snorted. "Okay, just...just go sleep in the guest bed and don't worry about it."
"Thanks," Tugger said and pulled Misto into the other bedroom. They lied down in the bed and held each other all night, not saying a word.
Macavity, meanwhile, went back into his bedroom and sat on the bed with a groan. He looked at the young tom next to him, with the brown patch over his emerald green eyes. "I have to take care of some stuff my brother, Tumbles," he said. "I suppose I should take you home."
"Oh alright," Tumblebrutus said, used to having to go home early for various reasons. Macavity hated having to take Tumblebrutus home. He wanted the younger tom to stay with him in his den forever. Macavity disappeared with Tumbles and reappeared behind the back fence.
"Well, I'll be here same time tomorrow," Macavity told him.
"Okay. I love you."
"Love you, too."
The two opposites shared a deep kiss before Tumblebrutus walked back into the Junkyard. Macavity then snuck into the yard and went to his father's den. He climbed in through the window and saw his father sitting in a chair in front of a desk. "Hi," he sighed. He had visited his father a few times. Everyone else in the yard was afraid of him except for his family.
"Hello son," his father replied. "I'm guessing Tugger came to you?"
"Yeah. Dad," he sighed. "You can't separate them. It won't work anyway, probably. It's Tugger, Dad. Do you really believe he's influencing Misto? Don't you think they're just behaving the way they naturally behave? I mean, Bustopher can be a tool sometimes, Dad. He just needs to accept the fact that his nephew isn't as perfect as he would like. To Tugger, Misto is perfect, and to Misto, Tugger is everything."
Deuteronomy took a deep breath. "I've tried to talk to Bustopher. Even though I am the Jellicle Leader, I can't come between family."
"But Tugger is your son."
"And Misto is Bustopher's nephew. He's sending Misto away, and I'm going to let Tugger do what Tugger wants to do."
"Dad, he-" Macavity paused. "You mean you'll let Tugger do whatever he wants?"
"Yes. If he decides to do nothing then he can. But you and I both know that Tugger always has a plan."
Macavity smirked. "Well then, I suppose we'll just let all this play out on its own."
"That's what I planned on doing, son."
"I'll see you later, Dad."
"Goodbye son."
Macavity snuck out the window again, planning on going home, but then he saw the den that Tumbles lived in with his family. He smirked and tip-toed over to the window he knew that led to Tumbles's room. He opened it up and snuck in, crawling onto the bed below.
"Macavity," Tumbles said, a little sleepily. He smiled. "You know you shouldn't be here. We could get caught."
"Exactly," Macsvity said, kissing his neck.
Tumbles giggled quietly, shaking his head at his mate's determination.
"Misto?" Tugger whispered into the dark.
"Yeah?" Misto whispered back.
"Do you remember New Year's?"
Misto smiled a little. "Yeah. What about it?"
"Nothing. It's just one of my favorite memories." Tugger thought back to New Year's and how he had taken Misto to a club. He didn't think Misto would like any of the drinks, but he at frist hesitantly drank his margarita. As the night wore on, he couldn't stop himself from drinking. They bothed discovered that Misto was borderline alcoholic. They also discovered he couldn't stop laughing when he was drunk. Tugger loved drunk Misto.
"What's your absolute favorite memory?" Misto asked.
"I don't know. There's too many. I love the memory when we first met, all the Christmases we shared. I love the nights in the toaster...our kiss."
Misto peeked up at Tugger, whose eyes were still closed. "I like the memory of us when we were running through the yard, and no one else was awake. It was really early in the morning and for some reason we woke up early. The sun was coming up and it was so peaceful. You tackled me and we just lied on the ground, panting and laughing. I don't know I just love it. I loved New Year's, too, and I loved the Christmases and the nights we'd stay up together, whispering. When we'd sleep in all day, eat sardines, dance...our kiss. I suppose this will be my favorite memory, too, one of them."
Tugger pulled Misto up, closer so they were face to face, Misto lying on top of him. "Do you think we should..."
"...Kiss again?"
Tugger smiled faintly, looking into Misto's large blue eyes. They both leaned in and kissed tenderly, lightly moving their lips against each other. They embraced tightly and kissed deeper, parting their lips and moving in their tongues, intensifying the kiss. Tugger slowly moved his hand down Misto's back, resting slightly on top of his little butt. Misto moved his leg so he was cradling Tugger's torso, his legs on either side of him. Tugger moved his hands forward, resting them on Misto's inner thighs. He pushed him down slowly so he was sitting right over his crotch. He moved his hands farther, cupping his pelvis and running his thumbs in between Misto's legs, getting a little squeak from the younger tom. Misto grabbed Tugger's cheeks, needing something to hold onto as Tugger kept rubbing him. He slid his hands down the tall tom's torso and grabbed his hips, wanting more and planning to get it. He started to rub against Tugger's crotch with his own, breaking the kiss as both inhale deeply. Tugger kissed and bit at Misto's neck as said tom dug in deeper with his grinding body. He sighed femininely, moaning slightly as Tugger did what he did best, finding Misto's sweet spot. "Tugger," Misto breathed, moving his hips faster. "Oh, Tugger...Tugger-"
"Tugger!"
The two jumped off of each other at hearing the voice from the other room. They both composed themselves the best they could and stood up, trying to tame themselves.
Macavity entered taking in the sight of his brother, who had obviously been doing something quite intimate with his little tuxedo friend. "Go home," Macavity said.
"But..."
"Look, I don't know what'll happen exactly. I talked with Dad and he said that no matter what happens, you'll still probably get your way. So just go."
"Fine," Tugger said, pulling Misto along. "I'll see you later Mac."
"Be careful."
So Tugger and Misto went to the Junkyard and for three days things went on normally. Though one day...Tugger couldn't find Misto.
I seem to be having some cliffhangers here. Hope you don't mind :) And what's this? All three sons of Deuteronomy are all gay? *Le gasp!*
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