Warning! This chapter is rated M! (Oooh, no!) It is not intended for those not wanting to read M rated fics :P

No word of a lie, I was up until 4 in the morn' writing this! I was so excited to post! :D It's funny how little we see of the actual CAR part of the car! Who knew there was a car part?

InkWoven: Gee, thanks! I was totally going for a more entertaining Munk. Not that he isn't entertaining, but we often forget that he can't be the uptight, paranoid Jellicle Protector ALL the time :P

Captain's log: two days and no sign of snow… or crazy fortunetellers.

"…I tell ya, Misto, those moving pictures are no good. The stories are all wrong too; so fake and they have no morals to them. I can tell better ones."

"Some of them aren't bad," Mistoffelees tried, rearranging himself on the seat of the old TSE1. "I like some of the romance movies, they have really nice music."

"But you don't watch the moving pictures for their music, love! You watch them for the story and the— would you look at this guy?!" Perched on an old stack of magazines behind the steering wheel, Munkustrap hammered the horn— a terribly pathetic squick of air passing out a whole in the top of the leather- and waved his hands at the windshield. "Where'd you learn to drive?!"

Mistoffelees stood from his spot to look out his side of the windshield. "That could have ended poorly. Good thing you're such an excellent driver." Munkustrap smiled and waved off the compliment with a bashful 'Aw shucks!'

"I'm just saying-" Munkustrap started again, "Oops, we mustn't run over the children… well, no one'll catch us so I guess we could just this once." Paws gripped the wheel and the tabby threw himself wildly from side to side, making sure to get all the Human kittens crossing the street. "As I was saying: everything is supposed to be like real life but in the pictures it's actually not like that at all! Do you know what the Human kits do when they court? The toms take the queens to the top of some kissing hill and take advantage of them!"

Mistoffelees leaned heavily into the seat and frowned as he pondered Munkustrap's story. "Take advantage?"

"Yes! They— here, I'll show you. Say I'm the tom Human and you're the queen. Now say I've driven you to the top of this here kissing mountain," he motioned out the dirty windshield looking into a large pile of tires and old automobile parts. "I turn off the car, click, and now we're all alone."

The tux watched, strangely absorbed and completely enthralled by the unfolding of Munkustrap's story, as the tabby hopped down from behind the wheel to scooch over to the middle seat. "…And then what?"

Instead of answering, Munkustrap looked away and inched closer until he was almost in the seat beside him. He suddenly burst out with a dramatic yawn, stretching his arms high above their heads. "And then I… throw myself on you!"

The arm that was stretching wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him close as Munkustrap's body engulfed his, the other paw reaching over to grip around his thigh. Moving fast, Munkustrap pinned Mistoffelees to him and mashed their mouths together. He broke the sudden kiss to continue the story:

"I start kissing you like this but you claim to not want me so you push me away." Grabbing Mistoffelees' paw with his free arm Munkustrap pushed it against his chest and retreated a little, wailing in a very high voice, "But no, Munkustrap! I can't possibly!" he paused to remember the next part of the movie.

With a nod he launched himself back onto Mistoffelees once again, ignoring the excited giggle for the sake of the story. "But I love you, Mistoffelees! I've only met you once before but I'm completely head over heels for you! Don't tell me you don't want me!"

Once again the slightly resistant white-socked paw came up to "push" against him. With the same high voice, the tabby recited: "You've got it all wrong— but do I?"

The story stopped suddenly with Munkustrap just inches from Mistoffelees' face, paw still enveloped and pressing it against his chest. One long finger poked out as he made it very clear that "Yes, you really do want me but you don't want Vanessa and Renee to think you're a floozy: an easy catch."

Mistoffelees swallowed hard, trying to quiet the pounding in his ears. "Who-who are they?"

"They're your best friends and they think I'm a good-for-nothing."

"Aren't you?"

This really struck Munkustrap and his knowledge on the pictures. Gaze drifting off into the discoloured leather of the old car seats he hmmed to himself. "At the beginning I am, but by the end of the show I turn out to be a really good tom and I win you over. But back to the story; I've just gotten to the scandalous part!"

Mistoffelees' ears perked up, eager to listen and even more so to be an active part of the storytelling. "I try one more time to win you over, because I'm a persistent bugger and I know you're about to crack."

The tux nodded quickly and reared up to welcome his body onto his own. This time Munkustrap went for the very sensitive skin on the neck. "'Oh, Mistoffelees, please I need you so bad! Don't push me away, I know you want me too!'"

Gasping and straining to free both pinned paws from his grip, the tux swallowed back the beginnings of a throaty moan and the fingers of his trapped paws dug into meaty palms. Above him Munkustrap shifted to straddle him, lifting the lithe tom higher up the seat to pin him again to the worn leather. "Mistoffelees. Ooooooh, Mistoffelees!"

He continued his chorus of pleasure-filled moans as his body ground into the tux's and melded the shape of him into the cushion. Where their pelvises rocked and banged against each other Munkustrap could feel heat permeate the thick black fur.

Soon Munkustrap's passionate ode to Mistoffelees' name was answered when he began to grind harder and nip at the sweet spots on the tux's neck and jaw. "Munk! Oh Bast, Munkustrap!" he gasped and sucked for air until his hands were finally free to entwine in Munkustrap's headfur and pull him closer.

Obviously Mistoffelees had seen this picture before.

All too quickly Munkustrap stopped and pulled away with not even a tender kiss to bring Mistoffelees down from their skyrocketing game. He ignored the frustrated growl; this story had to be told or Mistoffelees wouldn't see the flaw in these silly films. "You can see where this is going. The tom takes advantage of her, Vanessa and Renee find out, and her parents scorn her and forbid them from seeing each other again."

Panting, Mistoffelees continued to writhe beneath him, looking for his body but finding only the empty space between them. "But I want to know what happens to the two lovers in the TSE."

Munkustrap blinked slowly down at him, then threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, Mistoffelees, they don't show us what happens next! That would be far too scandalous for a picture show!"

The tux deflated before him with a very disappointed and extremely frustrated groan. The accompanying pout was something irresistible but Munkustrap restrained himself with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips— one Mistoffelees immediately tried to claim for something a little more steamy but Munkustrap was sure to keep his lips sealed. "How about I drive you home?"

It looked like the tux was about to protest but instead composed himself, fingers unwinding from his headfur. "I— Umm— yes. Thank you."

Jumping up onto the stack of old magazines, grinning smugly to himself, Munkustrap was about to pretend to turn the ignition when Mistoffelees came up from behind and shoved him hard against the door, his thankfully-thick head hitting the grimy window with a soft thock. He flipped over beneath Mistoffelees' body, his paws moving to find the smaller tom's shoulders but were too slow as slender fingers found them first and pinned them to the window on either side of his head.

Swollen, delicious lips ghosted up his neck and face, body dragging up his chest and stomach hard and hot, stopping at his ear. "I want to hear your story. Tell me about the two in the car, Munkustrap."

Small hips pressed into his stomach, something hard and bothered digging in with each slow thrust. Managing an abnormally deep and throaty chuckle, Munkustrap nodded towards the steering wheel beside them. "I believe the light just turned green— Ohhhh." Releasing his paws, the smaller tom reached down to lightly drag his claws along his sides and over the thick muscles of his thighs. Eyes rolled like mad behind hooded lids. "The backseat!" he groaned. "They go to the backseat."

In a flash Mistoffelees was off of him and leaping over the headrest to land soundlessly onto the wide row of seats, picking a comfortable spot along the middle to stretch himself out and teasingly rub into the upholstery. Munkustrap followed him from the lower middle seat but stopped short of climbing on top of his sensual mate.

"What's wrong?" Mistoffelees purred and, with a long sexy white leg, trailed his foot up the inside of the tabby's leg.

Munkustrap coughed and tensed up at the touch of the wandering foot. "I— er… I'm still a bit sore. From… from yesterday."

"Oh yes," Mistoffelees grinned. "From your spectacular splits. You made me so proud."

He flushed at the memory, wondering how it might have looked to his fellow Jellicles; believe it or not he wasn't exactly one for the splits. "Well don't expect a reprise any time soon. Everlasting I don't know how you do it."

A mischievous grin crept across the tux's fair face, eying him up from head to tail-tip. "Well I have a lot of practice," he purred, sitting up reaching for Munkustrap's shoulders. "But I believe you've not finished your story."

"Ah, yes! They…umm, they—"

"I would guess that the tom would sit right here," a free paw smacked the soft leather where the seat and backrest met, "seeing as he's sore."

With a sly grin Munkustrap followed Mistoffelees' orders and dropped to the seat right beside him. "And now what?"

Mistoffelees jumped him the moment he hit the cushion, swinging toned legs over his to straddle him and press his body into the car much as he had done earlier. Rubbing and sliding their hips together, Mistoffelees brushed the fur out of his pale, wanton face and roughly grabbed Munkustrap between them. Leaning in close he whispered in a husky voice, "I have my way with you."

Holding tight, slim hips Munkustrap buried his face into his mate's chest and belly, eagerly mouthing and kissing the fur as Mistoffelees lowered onto him with a satisfied sigh. "Wait, I thought I was the tom!"

There was no denying the irony behind the pointed look he'd gotten and the none-too-subtle glance between them. Lacking the genteelness of a queen, Mistoffelees wound his fingers into Munkustrap's shoulder fur, pulled them in for a steamy non-staged kiss, and slammed him hard into the seat with the full, admittedly minuscule, weight of his body.

"Oh, Munkustrap!" the tux squealed in a very high, very queenly voice as he rode him hard. Occasionally he'd cough at the strain in his throat or kiss Munkustrap with reckless abandon before resuming his role; after all this was still a story. "Yes, Munkustrap, I want you! I don't care what Vanessa and Renee think!"

Breathlessly giving into hot, messy pleasure, Munkustrap almost paused to inquire about these Vanessa and Renee characters, but instead trembled with overwhelming sensation through which he could barely manage more than an airy, "O-Oh yes… Mistoffelees! Bast!"

All too soon he arched up as his orgasm struck him hard, giving him little time to cry out. No it wasn't the first time this week he'd been hit so suddenly, but this hard assault was definitely something that wouldn't leave him a paranoid wreck… unless he feared what would happen should he revisit this moment later in a less private place.

Above him Mistoffelees gripped his headfur and slashed their mouths in a thrilling combination of a lascivious kiss and climactic caterwaul.

As Mistoffelees collapsed onto his chest, Munkustrap struggled to keep them from falling over across the seat; his bones gone to mush and his brain fuzzy and numb from pleasure and heat.

He held Mistoffelees lazily and kissed the warm fur atop the head that press snugly beneath his chin. "The end," he mumbled.

Nodding against him, Mistoffelees panted for breath. "That… that was a good story."