During the Ball

And now, one more installment of 'stuff that happened during the ball, y'all!'

the1andonlyofo, thank you so much! It's nice to hear from you again! J. L. Lunar, thank you! Imagine how hard it must be for Misto and Tug to keep track of all the kitties. ;) HGP, thank you! Here's more! sfeather, thank you! Always nice to hear from you as well. :)

A big thank-you to CrazyIndigoChild for beta-reading!

2. A Curious Beast

(The following takes place during "The Old Gumbie Cat" (because you will notice that Misto disappears behind the car at the beginning of the song, and doesn't pop up again until Tugger's song. Curious indeed!) and contains naughty, naughty sex. NOT FOR KITTENS.)

"Now just what is that supposed to be?"

Tugger's voice startled him; Mistoffelees had only just leapt off the old car after working a tiny bit of magic, helping Jenny make her entrance for her much-anticipated song. He hadn't expected to run into his mate back here, but then again, he shouldn't have been surprised that Tugger instantly sniffed him out the second he was alone and out of sight.

The Maine coon was now curiously holding up part of what was ostensibly a cockroach costume. Mistoffelees himself hadn't had any hand in it; it had been Jellylorum's idea to honour Jenny's work with a song and costumes, and had spent the better part of the last few weeks working the young toms and queens on the costumes, cobbled together from scrap material found in the junkyard. An old fork was meant to complete the ensemble.

"It's for Jenny's song," Mistoffelees explained with a shrug. He knew Tugger hadn't been asked to participate; Munkustrap had all but banned him from any potential spotlight moments, and he was especially forbidden from participating in the Pekes and Pollicles battle story. "The queens thought it would be nice for everyone to have a part in her song. After all, she's the one who stayed behind to sit for the kittens last year."

Tugger had been holding up the costume against Mistoffelees' chest, as though testing the look, and now winced. "I suppose that means Jezebel's going to expect a full fanfare and symphony after sitting for our litter this year."

"She'll deserve more than whatever we give her, that's for certain."

Bored with inspecting the costume, Tugger tossed it back to the ground and focused his attention on his mate instead, drawing him close for a nuzzle. "No one ever dresses up for my songs," he sighed melodramatically.

"How could anyone plan a costume?" Mistoffelees said, laying his head against Tugger's mane. It was nice to be able to focus on Tugger's scent. "All you ever do is barge in and interrupt everyone else's songs. Or make a mockery of the actual songs. It's like you want Munk to have a nervous breakdown."

"Mungojerrie owes me a bag of catnip if it happens in the middle of a song," Tugger explained as he began to nibble at Mistoffelees' ears.

The small tom moaned, then elegantly wiggled out of Tugger's arms; he didn't want to miss his cue for the dancing in Jenny's song, and it was much too easy to be distracted by Tugger right now. From the other side of the car, out of sight, he could hear Munkustrap sweetly singing about Jenny's good works with her mice.

"That explains a lot," Mistoffelees said, glancing around for the pieces of his costume. "Why don't you do something to actually earn a song?"

"Maybe I'll offer to watch all the kittens next year!"

Mistoffelees delicately snorted. "Not if you want to keep your fur, Tug. Though I suppose that would precipitate Munk's nervous—what are you doing?"

It had taken him a few moments to catch on; he'd assumed Tugger was grooming his mane back into place after they'd cuddled just before, but it quickly became apparent that Tugger was putting a distinct amount of effort into making himself presentable, preening his mane and licking at the smooth black fur of his arms. He only put in this much effort to impress his mate, his fan club… or to steal the spotlight.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Tugger said with a cheeky grin.

"Oh no. No no no. You are not going to interrupt Jenny's song! Especially not if Munk is the one singing it!"

"I think of it more as improvisation, rather than interruption."

"Don't you dare!" Mistoffelees said as Tugger turned and made to leap over the hood of the car. "I forbid you from going out there!"

Tugger turned back and smirked. "You forbid me? Exactly how is that supposed to work?"

All right, so maybe Tugger had a point. No one told him what to do, especially not when he clearly had his mind made up. Still, Mistoffelees had one weapon in his arsenal to bring a prey like Tugger.

Tugger was again preparing to jump onto the hood of the car; in a lightning-quick move, Mistoffelees reached over, and firmly grabbed hold of his mate's rear.

It had the desired effect; Tugger stopped short, flicking his tail with interest at the unexpected contact. Still grasping the muscled buttocks—which, he had to admit, were quite spectacular—Mistoffelees spun Tugger around, curled a leg around his hip, and pulled the other cat down for a rough, passionate kiss.

Tugger made a small sound of surprise, his shock quickly wearing off as he reached down to hold Mistoffelees' leg in place, sliding his rough tongue into his mate's mouth to deepen the kiss.

It was Tugger who finally pulled his lips away, smelling strongly of arousal and his voice down to a low growl. "Now what's this about?"

"What does it look like, you impossible flirt?" Mistoffelees hoarsely said. He shivered as Tugger's hand began to rub along his leg. "I'm trying to distract you by appealing to your base desires."

"So you are in the mood, then? After all that wailing about the mating dance?"

"It's our first full night without the kittens, of course I'm in the —hmmph!"

He'd forgotten how incredibly quick an aroused Tugger could move. Within seconds, his mate had him caught in another searing hot kiss, while his paws roughly caressed their way down Mistoffelees' back to grasp the back of his thighs. Mistoffelees broke the kiss to gasp as Tugger lifted him effortlessly and firmly pressed his back to the metallic side of the car.

"H-Here?" Mistoffelees asked, though he found he couldn't care less about the locale as Tugger began to savagely lick and nip at his neck, leaving him excited and fully hard within seconds. He couldn't help himself, desperate for friction, and began to flex his hips to press himself against Tugger, further aroused as he bumped against the familiar heat and hardness there.

Claws out, he anchored himself around Tugger's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, finding the perfect rhythm and just the right amount of pressure as he continued to rub himself against Tugger, sliding his member against the fur of Tugger's pelvis. He began to gasp, already shamelessly close to climax, a clear testament to how much his body had missed this intimacy.

"Tugger!" he cried, then brought his voice down to a whisper. They were still close to the main Ball, after all, and just on the other side of the car, Mistoffelees could still hear Munkustrap and some of the queens singing for Jenny. The dancing was about to begin and, of course, he would miss it.

He almost felt sorry for missing Jenny's song. Almost.

Tugger, for his part, had stopped biting his neck and had let his hands fall down to grasp Mistoffelees' hips, aiding his rocking motions. Though heavy eyelids, Mistoffelees could see his mate sporting a rather beastly grin and staring down at him with lust-filled eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tugger cheekily asked, though his own voice was thick with arousal.

"Everlasting," Mistoffelees moaned. He couldn't help it; he felt silly for deriving so much pleasure from essentially just humping Tugger's pelvis. He hadn't wanted their first fumbling mating of the night to end so quickly for him, but he was too close to coming, and it felt too good to stop. "I-I think I'm going to-"

Tugger growled lowly and freed one paw, deliberately searching through Mistoffelees' chest fur. "Go ahead, Misto. Let go."

The wandering paw found its goal, pressing against a nipple and rubbing slowly. While Mistoffelees' body had mostly gone back to normal after the kittens, there still remained the rather fascinating side effect of a very sensitive chest. All it took were a few seconds of the caress before Mistoffelees climaxed with a near-breathless whimper, releasing all over Tugger's fur.

His arms fell limply from Tugger's neck as he fell back, bonelessly, onto the car, drawing in great heaves of breath. Tugger was still supporting him, his claws lightly pricking the skin of his hips.

Mistoffelees' eye slipped shut as he waited for the rush to pass; he felt Tugger move against him, giving his hips a few little thrusts, and he gasped as he felt Tugger's fangs brush against his neck.

He had an idea of what his mate had in mind next; he would work on all of Mistoffelees' sensitive spots and get him worked up again, then spin him around against the car to take him. Mind-reading was not among Mistoffelees' magical gifts; but after being mated to Tugger for a year, he knew the older tom's tricks and thoughts better than he himself did.

He let Tugger nip at his neck for a bit, rearing up for a kiss. And Mistoffelees was getting easily excited all over again by this, though he still needed to maintain his original plan—distracting Tugger from creating a disturbance out there in the middle of Jenny's song.

Before Tugger had a chance to seize control, he grasped the older tom's hips and spun him around so Tugger was now reclining against the car, too surprised by the sudden motion to resist. Mistoffelees then dropped to his knees, purring seductively and raking his claws along Tugger's thighs.

Tugger looked down at him with keen interest, a knowing grin slowly curving his lips as Mistoffelees ran his tongue, slowly, over the smooth black fur of his pelvis, clearing away the evidences of the small tom's earlier orgasm. The licking grew more passionate, and soon Mistoffelees moved lower to run his tongue carefully up and down his mate's rigid organ.

Tugger reacted with an abandoned groan, throwing his head back against the car and reaching down to place his paws on the small tom's head. Mistoffelees knew how much Tugger enjoyed this particular kind of intimacy, which had become even more rare with the kittens around. Any mating had to be quick and to-the-point, and above all, quiet. Now, he could tell Tugger was desperate to grasp his head and push himself inside his mouth, and he knew Tugger wasn't ready to be patient.

Neither was he, for that matter. Opening his lips, he slowly took Tugger into his mouth, letting his fangs graze the hard flesh just so. Out on the other side of the car, he could hear the Jellicle recreating Jenny's beetles' tattoo. In an interesting counterpoint to the rhythmic dancing, Tugger's tail began to twitch in excitement and thump loudly against the metal of the car.

Mistoffelees had meant all this as a distraction, but he couldn't deny how nice it felt to be close to Tugger like this, savouring the aroused taste of his mate, feeling the heat that practically radiated from his long fur, listening to his unashamed groans of pleasure as Mistoffelees continued to lick and suck at him. All he could think of was spreading himself out and letting Tugger take him against the car, but he did have one apprehension about the two of them mating tonight, and that-

Tugger's groan suddenly turned into a growl, and Mistoffelees had to work to keep his mate's hips from thrusting too hard into his mouth. He knew that Tugger was seconds away from orgasm, and sure enough, the growling intensified and the taste of Tugger's release soon filled his mouth.

As Tugger now limply reclined back on the car, Mistoffelees released him and knelt back, giving his mate a cheeky look as he licked his whiskers. He received a deep, satisfied grin from Tugger in return.

Tugger's eyes looked glazed over with exhaustion for a moment, though a few blinks and deep breaths later, he seemed full of energy once more, pulling Mistoffelees to his feet and kissing him deeply. He moaned into Mistoffelees' mouth, doubtless tasting himself, crushing the small tom to his body as they kissed.

Mistoffelees shivered, rubbing his chest slowly against Tugger. Jenny's song was on the verge of ending; he couldn't quite recall who was meant to perform next, but he could only assume he needed to distract Tugger a while longer, and if it meant more of this…

Tugged suddenly ended the kiss, pulling back to look at his mate with a gleam in his eyes. "You look a little tired, Misto. Why don't you stay here for a bit and rest?"

"What?" Mistoffelees blinked dazedly, at a loss now without Tugger's warm body pressed to his. He caught on quickly enough as Tugger gave himself a quick bout of grooming. "Oh no, you're not going out there!"

"I warned Munk," Tugger said airily, fluffing up his mane. "You can't keep the spotlight away from the Rum Tum Tugger."

"Don't," Mistoffelees said. "Or I'll… I'll interrupt your song."

Tugger grinned cheekily. "You wouldn't. And I mean that literally; you wouldn't even know how."

"Tugger!" Mistoffelees spluttered. Anger, and post-orgasm lethargy were making him a little less than eloquent. "You… you terrible-"

"Feel free to come dance with everyone else during my song," Tugger whispered into his ear, before dashing off to make his entrance.

Mistoffelees sighed resignedly and watched him go. Moments later, his mate's powerful voice filled the clearing, joined by the other Jellicles. Where did Tugger find all that energy? He wanted to sleep now.

"Maybe I'll just watch," he muttered to himself, and began to climb back up onto the old car to watch the enthusiastic impromptu performance. And maybe he would show Tugger he was perfectly capable of interrupting a song.

I don't know about you, but I always got a "just got some action!" vibe from Tugger during his song. Just sayin'.

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