Tw♥s C♥mpany, B♥t Three's A Cr♥wd? (Private, Mature)

Rory smiled as he felt the other nuzzle against him. The action left an oddly comforting feeling.

Rory turned and pulled the other flush against him. He ignored the spray around them, letting out a sigh of content as he used one arm to reach for the soap.

"It's time to behave. I have to work so I can spoil you." Rory grabbed a cloth and lathered the soap onto it. He turned Blake around, rubbing soothing circles as he washed the other's back. He moved lower, placing a kiss to the other's ass, before continuing what he was originally doing.

He finished the back quick enough and spun Blake again. He began on the front, placing a soft kiss on the other's lips, before washing the front.

"All done, now you get to wash me." Rory handed the cloth to Blake and then followed the other's instructions.

When they were all clean, Rory turned the water off before stepping out of the shower. He handed a towel to Blake and dried himself quickly before dragging the other into his room. He laid down on his bed and patted beside him. He cuddled the neko as he fell asleep.

*Good few hours later*

Rory groaned as his alarm went off. He hit the thing before getting ready for work. He looked around, it was still early, and wondered if he should make breakfast before he left.

Deciding to be the nice person, Rory made waffles before he left. He left them in the microwave with a little note on the door before leaving for work.

Blake purred as he felt himself getting cleaned by his master. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead on the cold tiles of the shower wall. When Rory was done scrubbing his body, he took the cloth and lathered it up with soap. As it foamed and became all frothy, he scrubbed it against Rory's back, biting his neck teasingly as he washed him. He knew Rory had told him to behave, but it was rough for him. But like an obedient pet, he obeyed. He cleaned Rory's whole body, making sure to hit every spot. Tomorrow he had work and needed to look his best, although he never looked terrible. When they had finished their shower, he grabbed the towel from Rory and cleaned himself quickly. He hung it up on the rack and walked over to Rory's bedroom. He stood in the doorway, looking at his mate and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the entrance. His eyes coursed over the other male and his smile never faded, only growing in size when he was called to the bed beside him.

He walked over to the bed and climbed inside, fixing the sheets around them both. He nuzzled himself against Rory, feeling his warm and gentle skin against his own. His tail laid across their sides.

Many hours later

The Neko rolled over in his sleep. His mate was no longer there, but in his deep sleep state, it really didn't matter. He knew that Rory left at strange hours of the early light and would return at an even later one. Still he slept, dreaming of many different things. He loved food and just being lazy. He dreamed of Rory and living together for the rest of Rory's human life. The thought of losing Rory never crossed his mind, but he knew it would one day happen. He dreamed of the house and their perfect little world. But then he dreamed of something that stuck out of his perfect picture. In the corner there was a small calico mongrel. His body tensed and his claws extended. They slowly sank into the pillow, tearing the material that covered it. He tossed and turned in his sleep as his perfect household was shrouded in darkness and images of multiple tiny Svens rushed towards the front door.

Blake shot up, sweating and panting. He looked around the room. No sign of Rory. No sign of the feline that haunted his dreams. He grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on. It wasn't normal for him to walk around naked, unless Rory was home. He stretched his long and agile body before walking out of the room. He walked into the hall and a stench struck his nose like a punch. He curled his lips in anger, but proceeded towards the kitchen. This was his house, not Sven's. He walked into the kitchen and went straight for the microwave. He grabbed the note and smiled as he wadded it up and tossed it in the trash. He opened the door, grabbed the plate, and smelled the scent of the delicious morsel before him. He walked to the fridge and grabbed butter and syrup, then towards the drawer for silverware and then to the table. He started fixing his meal as he realized he would soon be accompanied by another neko.

Sven was completely dry and as fluffy as a new born kitten when he slipped out of the bathroom. Nuzzling against the door, the warm cat felt sleepy, but knew that he needed no rest. Instead, he decided to go find his housemate. His few experiences with cruelty had taught him that the weaker form tended to warrant him some mercy. One of his old masters had refused to beat him when he was in his feline form, but as soon as he turned to his neko form, she would bash him off the walls and stab him. Another of his masters made him do awful things until he was a kitty. Then he would just beat him around, but being hit was still better....Shrugging off the dark thoughts and bad memories, he only hoped that the past would hold true for the present as he wondered through the halls.

His tail flicked slowly from one side to the next. It was a sign of relaxation or rather calmness. While the situation wasn't the ideal that some nekos sought after, it was considerably better than anything he had ever known before. By comparison, he was in heaven. Because of that, he allowed himself to act confident. It didn't occur to him that his actions might provoke Blake. If it had once crossed his mind, he would have instantly switched to a more submissive body language. However, he casually strolled into the kitchen, more concerned with adding some contents to his stomach than what was going on around him.

Padding around, he hopped up onto the counters, sniffing around for something edible.

Blake started to dump syrup upon syrup on his breakfast. He sniffed the plate, really close as he always did and smiled at his food. He licked his lips and picked up his fork. He cut the meal up into tiny bites so he could lazily eat them. He noticed the little cat, but he guessed the best way to deal with the pest would be to ignore the little snot. As he was about halfway done with his breakfast, he found himself craving some milk. He pushed the chair out from the table and walked over to the fridge. As he made his way, he noticed something big and annoying on the counter tops.

"Oh hell no! You will not walk on counter tops, table tops, or the tops of anything!" he hissed as he grabbed the little twerp by the scruff and dropped him to the ground. "Are you a wild animal? No! So don't act like one!" He threw open the fridge door, grabbed the milk and drank straight from the carton. He closed it back up and placed it inside the fridge, slowly closing the door. The kitten was still there, probably afraid for its life or in shock, so Blake grabbed Sven by the scruff once more. He made their eyes level. "Don't ever do what you think is okay. I make the rules around here and I enforce them, whether you agree with it or not. Got it?" he hissed.

Sven was still pawing and poking around, searching for something to eat, when Blake came in. Looking at him, he tilted his head and meowed, wondering where the kitten mix was. While he didn't enjoy it, he would take it if offered. He had seen Blake eating human food, but he was new there and not certain if he was allowed to enjoy something that delicious. He meowed again, asking Blake what they were allowed to eat. For some reason, he wasn't surprised as he was picked up and dropped. Shrinking back, he closed his eyes and tensed for the kick. His tiny body trembled despite the fact that he told himself he should be used to it.

When he wasn't struck, he didn't unwind. He knew it was coming, but all that happened was being picked up. Opening his eyes, he looked at Blake in surprise. Abruptly, he purred and gently pawed at the other's face. A soft, happy mew escaped him as his long tail flicked back and forth quickly. Closing his eyes, he assured Blake in a feline meow, "Anything you want, boss man. Just tell me. Sorry." Twisting, he attempted to nuzzle Blake's arm, feeling so happy that he wasn't in pain.

As Blake felt the little ball of fur trying to be nice, it drove him insane. But instead of dropping the little annoyance, he softly placed him on the ground. He walked back to his seat and continued eating. When he was finished he took the plate and placed it in the sink. He lightly scrubbed it and rinsed it off. He walked to the pantry and grabbed a bag of kibble. He grabbed a bowl and poured some into it, placing it on the floor. He put the bag away and looked at the little runt. He walked over to the family room and laid across the couch, placing his feet on the coffee table. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels until he found something to capture his attention. Well, it didn't keep him awake for long. He quickly passed out on the couch.

When the other poured him food, he meowed his thanks and trotted over to the bowl. Dipping his muzzle in, he quickly ate. Before long, his tiny belly was filled to bursting and he looked like a chubby little thing. With a pleased sigh, he rolled onto his side and began grooming his fur. Once he was fluffy and spotlessly clean again, he stretched and purred. Glancing around, he shifted back into his neko form and picked the dish up. Despite the shift, he still felt full, though his belly didn't look as bad. Washing the dish out, he put it away and then walked into the family room.

Spotting the slumbering tom, he smiled to himself. Some part of him was convinced that single gesture had shown that the other didn't really hate him, so he wasn't as weary of him. Since Blake had been nice to him, he chose to be nice to the other again. Walking over, he climbed onto the couch, careful not to wake Blake. Curling up against him, he rested his head on the neko's shoulder. With a soft silent purr, he snuggled up against him, offering his warmth for the other's nap.

Blake was deep asleep in dreamland. He felt the head, of who he thought, to be his lover, resting on his shoulder. In his sleep, he reached his hand up and petted his back, like he loved doing to Rory. But as his hand moved to the hair, something was different. But in his sleepy state, he just ignored it and pressed on. He ran his hands over the ears, and that's when he figured it out. He felt the tips of the ears, and the fur all around them. His body tensed as he slowly started to wake up. His hand continued to massage the ear, but it wouldn't be long until he woke up completely and realized what the little ball of fluff had done and how much danger he had put himself into.

Blake's nose started wiggling from side to side as he caught a scent of his "lover". It wasn't Rory. Almost instantly he grasped hard on the ear of the neko and flung him to the ground. He opened his eyes. "Sven!" he yelled. His rage shoved him to his feet. "What the fuck are you doing?" he roared. He was so pissed off, he yelled louder than the TV itself. "You wanna be close to me? Is that what you want?" Before he got his answer, Blake grabbed the neko by the wrist and dragged him to Sven's room. On his way he reached and grabbed something from his room and then proceeded to the youngling's room.

Blake threw the kid on the bed and immediately wrapped the choke chain and leash around his neck. He held onto the leash tightly. "So what did we learn about being near Blake when he sleeps?" he purred in an evil tone, right by the boy's ear.

Sven felt the hand run along his back and purred. He was feeling like napping again and his eyes began to close. It was nice to be near his own kind. Just as he drifted off to dreamland, he felt the harsh hand on his ear and was tossed down. Squeaking once in pain, he curled into a ball, already expecting rage. The shouting made him curl in tighter, but he didn't resist as the other dragging him to his feet and down the hall. No apology, no words came from him. His ears were laid flat against his head, and his face was half turned away for the blow he knew was sure to come. He didn't struggle, just obeyed.

Once he was on his bed, he spun around and tried to defend himself, to explain, but he felt the choke chain wrap around his neck and fell back limp. Sucking in sharp breaths, he tried to keep his lungs full. Shaking his head slowly, he tugged at the chain. For a moment, he considered whimpering, but then he reminded himself this wasn't a human. This was another neko, another cat. Blake had no more rights than he did. The other couldn't keep pushing him around like this. Sure, fighting wasn't healthy or smart, especially not since he would be the one booted out, but it was insane that he had to take this crap and not fight back. He never could fight back.

This time he wouldn't stand for it.

With a soft snarl, he twisted around and elbowed at the other, trying to claw him and kick at him. He couldn't breath, so he wasn't as strong as possible, but his malnurished body finally had a bit of protein in it, so that almost balanced it out, so he hoped. Still struggling, he reached for Blake's hands, attempting to claw his wrists and be let go. All the wall, a hissing snarl escaped his lips.

"Think you can fight back do you?" he growled as he sat on Sven's back, applying pressure to his shoulders, pinning his chest and stomach to the bed. He pulled tightly on the chain so his head was arched back towards Blake. Blake snarled as he whispered, "if you want to live here, you must earn your keep." He licked the neko's neck and then bit down really hard, leaving his sharp teeth marks. As he pulled away, he used his hand to slam the boy's face into the pillow. He slowly dry humped the kid's ass, feeling himself grow stiff. He had never really raped anyone before, but Rory and Blake had sometimes role played a rape scene. But the thought of claiming this little ass for himself was nothing short of exciting.

He wrapped the leash around his fist and pulled him close, forcing the male to roll over onto his side. He unwound the leash and tied it around the neko's wrists, tying them together. With one hand gripping the bundle, the other went down the front of his body. He unzipped the pants and started tugging down the pants he was wearing. He brought the pants down to his knees, revealing his underwear. Blake stared at his ass through the underwear. He bent down and bit one of the cheeks, hard. He pulled the underwear down, revealing the cheeks. To his surprise, the little guy's little guy was getting excited.

Blake stood up, still holding the leash in place. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the ground. His excited cock stood right before the younger neko's mouth. "Suck it. Do it now!" he hissed.

Those words...they were familiar, and as much as they should have scared him shitless, they turned him on instead. There was something wrong with him, but after all he had been there, that was no surprise. The feeling of his face being slammed into the pillow as he was dry humped should have turned his stomach, but it was all he could do not to thrust back, not to welcome it. At least the pain made sense. At least out of everything that had happened since that damn human picked him up, this made sense to him.

Choking and struggling to breathe, he rolled over, still fighting. His claws struggled to reach Blake and his body twisted difficultly. He wasn't giving in so easily. The thrill of the fight made it better though, especially as his hands were bound. Jerking and pulling against it, he whimpered at the sound of the zipper being undone and tried to shrink away from Blake, but his hand was on one side and his pelvis on the other. There was no escape, so he held still, or at least he tried to. That ended in a yelp and violent flinch as his ass was bitten.

When his underwear was pulled down, exposing his ass and cock to the cool bite of the air, he half wished it would be enough to make him go limp. He didn't want to like this, even as his mind was sluttily purring encouragement to him. He wanted to hate it, wanted to be fighting it sincerely. Instead, he was fighting because it was all that he could do, while a quiet voice in his head was just grateful that this was another feline. At least it was another feline and not a fucked up human. That had to count for something.

As the pants came down, he saw that Blake was as excited as him. Glaring up at him, he snapped, "Not afraid I'll bite it off?" Purring, he rasped his bumpy tongue over the erect member and purred, "How much would that human love you if you couldn't fuck him?" Nipping the other's cock lightly, he soothed the spot instantly with a lick before tracing his tongue back up to the tip. It was hard not to actually bite it. He hated this, but he knew that going along with it was his only option. It was either that or this game would turn into serious pain for him. He knew it, but he still couldn't bring himself to part his lips.

Blake chuckled as he heard the threats from the kitten. "Oh so you think I am afraid you will bite so hard I won't be able to please my mate? Is that it? You are a rather lame and idiotic creature." He felt the tongue, but he wanted more. With his free hand, he pinched the nose of the Neko, holding it together. The neko would only be able to hold his breath for so long, but soon enough he would have to open his mouth to breathe.

Right on cue, the neko opened his mouth and got a rather large stuffing in there. Blake forced his whole cock inside the tiny mouth. When he let go of the nose, his hand went to the back of Sven's head, pushing him down on his cock. He could feel his cock going deeper and deeper down the little guy's throat. He must have done this before. He listened for the gag sound, just a little bit. Not even a peep.

When he had his fill of the bj, he flipped him back onto stomach. He unwound his hands and held them together with one, strong hand. He used the leash to go inside his mouth, so if he screamed it wouldn't be too loud. He pulled the leash tight and forced himself into the Neko's tight ass. As his cock pushed through the tight ring, he let out a yowl. He clenched the leash tighter and tighter, not where it had been choking him, but where he could pull it tight in his jaws. He continued to push and push, getting deeper and deeper. Moans escaped from his lips, his tail ran rampant with joy.

Baring his teeth, he wished he had the guts to try it. Except, he knew Blake would kill him, and he didn't want to die. As cruel and brutal as life was, it was still sweet, still beautiful, and all he had. As his nose was held, he glared up at Blake, struggling to jerk his head free with no success. Squeezing his eyes shut first, he gasped for a breath, but barely got half of one before his mouth was filled. Trying to pull back, trying not to give in, he tightened and relaxed his throat repeatedly, pleasuring the tom even as he struggled to decide what to do. Tensing it meant more pressure, more pleasure, but lax mean that he was accepting it. Even before he could make up his mind, Black had apparently had enough.

Struggling to get on his back, to lash out with his feet, he felt his hands freed, but not enough. Fighting against Blake's hold, he cussed him. Harsh, angry words escaped him as he fought to get free, but he couldn't. As he was muffled by the leach, his teeth sank into it, trying his best to break it. Maybe he couldn't. Maybe it was a vain hope, but it would have been satisfying to see it snap and imagine that it was Blake, any part of Blake, just so long as he was breaking him, because the tom needed to be broken.

Hunching his shoulders forward, he pressed his face harshly into the blankets as he swallowed back any sound that he would have made. It was so cruel to feel Blake pushing in so slowly, so thoroughly. This wasn't a first though, and his body knew to relax. His tail swept to curl around his own calf, out of the way so it wouldn't be jerked or bent. His shoulders relaxed, and he pressed his face against his arm. Shudders wracked through him, pain and disgust finally curling his stomach as they should. Still, his cock and the rest of his body responded, wanton and a whore. It took the pain and pleaded for more. Without his permission, his hips rolled back, spreading and giving him greater access. A sob escaped him, but it was lose in the gag and his arm.

This kid was tighter than Rory, so getting off would be a lot easier. The excitement of rape, plus the tight entrance, it was all coming together. Right as he felt himself about to bust, he pulled out and stood before the kid. He jerked off himself and stared at him in the eyes. He grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to look back at Blake. "You will not tell about this day. If you tell Rory anything, I swear I will kill you. If he asks what's wrong with you or how you got hurt... You better say you got attacked by the Doberman down the street, got it?!

He continued to jerk off, holding Sven's head in his hand. Finally he came all over the kid's face. When he was finished, he pulled his pants up and went into the bathroom to freshen up. As he stood in the shower and just let the water hit him, he ran his hands through his hair. Had he gone too far? Was all the necessary? He cleaned himself and decided to stay under the water.

Struggled not to look at Blake, not to acknowledge what was happening, but as the other spoke, he eventually gave in. The look in his eyes was resigned, as if this hurt no more than a passing smack. His olive eyes were tired and sick, but he had been through this before, and he had survived it before. Closing his eyes, he nodded acceptance and waited, feeling the hot seep spill over his face. When he was released, he fell back against the bed and kept his eyes and mouth closed. He didn't want to taste the cum on his lips or feel the hot weight bunched in his eyelashes. He'd have to, eventually, but he just wasn't ready yet.

This, added to everything else, meant he was too weak to leave. He knew this. To head out would be to sign his own death warrant. Despite his cruelty, Blake wasn't the worst he had survived, and he had provoked the male. If he kept locked up when they were alone and played nice while the human was around, everything would be fine. He could eat his fill, regain his strength, and then rob them blind.

Smiling faintly, he imagined cleaning out the whole house. It wouldn't be hard. He knew a few people that could help and give him a fair cut of the profit. Once that was done, he'd have funds and strength that he didn't have before. A few beatings and another bad memory were worth it. He might even have to thank them.

Luckily, his serious thoughts had taken the steam out of his body, so he didn't have to deal with that illness. Sitting up, he found a sock and tidied himself up. He had only see the one bathroom, so he would have to scrub his skin in the kitchen, but otherwise, he would be fine.

In the kitchen, he rinsed himself off and went through the fridge. Finding some eggs, he located a cup and cracked them in raw. Stirring them up, he sat down in the corner and stared at the counters. Periodically, he would stir and then sip the eggs. It looked disgusting, but was as good as a delicacy to him. As he retreated far into his mind, he knew only the comfort of real protein and his thoughts.

Rory sighed as he took a sip of his water. He had left Sven alone with Blake. He had a bad feeling and had resisted the urge to call home more than once. He just hoped that Blake be easy on the little guy. He took another drink of his water before glancing at the director who was speaking with one of the writers. Something had gone wrong in the script and now they were trying to work out the kinks. He sighed, wondering how long before he could go...

"Okay, we're done for the day." The director yelled so everyone could hear him, instantly turning his attention back to the writer he had been talking to before.

Rory smiled, happy he was finally able to go home. He was just in time to make dinner, though he could always pick something up on the way. Perhaps he should take Blake and Sven shopping, he had to find Sven a color so the other wouldn't be harassed, and he could let them pick out what they wanted for dinner. Rory didn't really mind what they had so long as he got some of it. He stood, grabbing his coat and bag, before heading home.

He opened the door, calling out for Blake. He spotted Sven in the kitchen as he walked by. He instantly noticed the bowl in the other's hand and smiled. "You found something to eat? That's good, I was wondering if Blake had starved you while I was gone. Where is he anyway?"

Rory noticed the bite mark and frowned. He wondered what Blake had done and looked at the neko. He still looked skitish. If Blake had dominated him, then Sven wouldn't tell Rory. He didn't mention anything, instead calling for Blake.

Sipping more of the eggs from the glass, he realized that it was empty and put it aside. Curling in on himself, he continued staring at the counter, even as the human spoke to him. Hearing the human call Blake's name, he looked up and told him softly, "He is in the shower. I think...I think I scared him. He was really pale when he pulled me away from the doberman. He's been in there since." His ears flicked towards the bathroom.

Leaning back into the corner, he returned to staring at the counter. One hand pressed to his mouth, and he wondered if there was going to be a return of the eggs, but it didn't seem likely. That was a relief. Wasting food was the greatest sin to a stray, and even if he was wearing a collar, shackled to a bed, and gagged, he was always a stray. It was as much a part of him as being a cat was. While some could lived comfortably inside, he couldn't, and one glance around made him think of what a blessing that was.

He wouldn't be trapped there much longer.

Blake had been laying on his bed, brushing his tail. When he heard the front door, he jumped off of the mattress and ran out of his room. He saw Rory in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He kissed the side of his neck and moved until he made it to his mouth. His hands ran to Rory's hair and started messing it all up. When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled away, but holding Rory's hands. "So how was your day?" he asked with a charming smile as his tail rubbed against Rory's leg.

Rory caught the neko just as the other basically tackled him. He tilted his head as Blake nuzzled and kissed his way up. He returned the kiss, smiling when Blake pulled away. "Boring as usual, so, I heard you saved Sven from a dog. That was very nice of you, considering you don't like him. Anyway, are you two hungry? I was thinking we could go out to eat and by Sven a collar to use."

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"I wear a twelve inch collar, and would rather not go," Sven declared standing up. Walking over, he rinsed out his cup. The sight of Blake made his stomach twist with fear, and he was no longer certain he could keep it down. His eyes stayed away from the other neko as he cleaned the cup and said, "I think I caught something. I'm going to shower and sleep." He didn't wait for permission, just walked out of the room. Since he had an excuse, he didn't completely hide the limp, but he didn't let the pain show as much as it hurt. Reaching the bathroom, he closed and locked the door. Turning on the shower, he hunched over the toilet and waited. Sure enough, before he had count down from five, something came up. "Good by eggs," he chuckled sickly to himself between heaves. The sound of the water covered up the sound of his quiet retching.

Blake smiled and nodded his head as he heard the story of how he saved the neko from the deadly dog down the road. He watched the kid leave from the room, and quickly turned his attention on Rory. "Yeah the poor kid, he's had a long day. He went outside for some fresh air, and the Doberman just came out of nowhere. I didn't know it was going on until he was screaming. But I got out there as soon as I could. Don't worry about him sweetie. Let's just have a night for us. Maybe enjoy some wine and movie on the couch, cuddled up together?" he asked as he nuzzled his body closer to his master's. "Tomorrow when you go to work, I will go buy him a collar! It will be fun and you won't have to worry about getting it and being tired after work. You've had a long day!"

Rory opened his mouth to protest, worried about the smaller Neko. He noticed the limp and while he knew what it was actually from, he chose to believe their little story. He almost went after Sven, just to make sure he was alright, stopping when Blake draped across him. He smiled, wrapping his arms around the neko. He didn't completely forget about Sven, but he figured he'd check on Sven later, just to make sure he was alright.

"Mm, a movie and wine sound nice." he murmured, holding Blake's body close. He had had a tiring day, not as horrible as the other seemed to make it, but he could play along. "I can go get him a collar. It'd be easier for me to pick it up after work anyway. What movie did you have in mind?"

He kissed down the neck of his lover and started moving him towards the couch. "I was thinking maybe something like a romantic comedy, or just a romantic movie?" He pushed his lover to the couch and hurried off into the kitchen, fetching the bottle of wine. He brought the bottle and two glasses to Rory. "Hold on one second my love, I'll be right back." He ran into the little one's room, but he wasn't there. He shrugged and heard the sound of the shower. He thought about knocking on the door and apologizing, but that would be a weakness. The kid was either really smart, or maybe he really was trying to just fit in. He didn't say one word about the attack, and that was pretty noble of him.

Blake ran back to the front room and sat on the back rest for the couch. His legs draped along the sides of Rory as his hands massaged his chest, shoulders, and back. His hands dug deep into the muscles, working them out and getting rid of the knots. He leaned down and began kissing his neck. "Please choose whatever movie you want to watch darling?"

Sven stripped and crawled into the shower. Rather than stand, he leaned back against one wall and drew his knees up. Scrubbing his face and body, he kept the water ice cold, because the heat would only cause the memories burn back to life. There were worse memories for the little neko than a male stating his dominance. In fact, with Blake, it didn't bother him nearly as much as it should have or could have. Tom cats weren't meant to be tried. He knew this, but he had pushed when he had no right to. Sure, he had no intentions of staying, but making an enemy so early was stupid. Making an alley of the cat, relying on his own species. That was what he should have done. Instead, he had pushed and pushed.

His skin was blue and his teeth chattering when he turned of the water. He had half frozen himself to the bone and soon realized that standing up to climb out of the tub was on the verge of impossible. With a hefty sigh, he curled up in the bottom off it. There was still some water, keeping him cold, but at least it was better than being hot. His eyes closed as his heart slowed, and he found himself drifting off to sleep. His tail curled up over his hip, too wet to proved even meager warmth. He knew he'd have to get up soon, but he didn't have the energy at the moment.

Rory groaned softly as Blake began to massage him. He didn't particularly care what they watched, but he decided on some random flick. It turned out to be "Sleepless in Seattle." He hadn't seen the movie before, so he was vaguely paying attention to it. He glanced towards the bathroom door, not worrying too much since he heard the sound of running water. He'd check on the little one when the movie was over. He took a sip of his wine, tugging Blake into his lap. It had been a while since he had cuddled with Blake, what with his work.

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