He purred, blinking slow, watching, muscles trembling some. They had protected their home.
Syl suddenly morphed. "Will others come? Or will that be the end of it? Honest now."
Cris shook his head. "We didn't know they would come. We ran and ran, Syl."
"Do you think more will follow? Will the Pride risk more deaths?"
"I don't think so, but I don't know." Cris sighed, seemed to grow smaller. "You want us to go."
"No." The word came immediately, almost snarled. "You're mine and you're staying. I just want to know if I can expect to have to fight for you constantly."
"Oh." Cris sobbed, pushed into Syl's arms and cuddled in.
Syl held Cris, stroked him. "We should clean your wounds, too, Cris. Nat wasn't the only one hurt."
Nat rolled, tongue sliding over Cris' skin, purring, trying to comfort. Love. My own. My soul. Syl morphed back and added his own tongue to the job.
Nat moved onto Syl, cleaning and apologizing, loving and touching. He did love their life, their home, their own private Pride. Syl growled softly and purred, the sounds loving him back, accepting his apologies, wanting him.
So long.
So long he'd looked for someone to help him.
Love him.
Syl pounced suddenly, rolling him, mouth going for his throat, teeth threatening, but not breaking the skin.
He arched, lifted his chin. Yours. Yours. Syl's teeth just broke the skin, just enough to make his mark, the growl vibrating Nat's throat.
Then Syl rolled, offering his own soft belly, his vulnerable throat for Nat, for Cris. They took their lover, biting and growling, claiming. Theirs. Their own.
Syl purred for them, back haunches rubbing against them, tail twisting with theirs.
They settled down together, hiding, healing.
Home.
***
They healed and slept, then healed and slept more.
Cris was enjoying it, honestly, the knowledge that there were no more lies between them, no secrets. Even though Nat still seemed angry with him -- well, maybe not angry, maybe just growly.
Yeah.
Growly.
He leaned over on Syl, rubbing. Hoping to tempt. Surely Syl wouldn't be too growly at him, and if Syl growled, it could be about sex and wanting and not upset.
Syl rolled toward him, mouth open wide on a yawn, one paw batting lazily at him. He headbutted the strong chest, nipping one elbow. Syl growled and pounced him, licked his muzzle before rolling away and lounging casually.
He purred, eyes caught by the long, tawny tail. Oh.
Oh.
Look.
Pretty.
Moving.
Oh.
The pouncing? Completely by accident.
Syl yowled and growled and pounced him back, the two of them rolling across the floor. Nat looked over, snarling a low warning as they tumbled dangerously close.
Grouchy bitch.
Syl stopped playing long enough to growl and nip at Nat's haunches. Nat growled back, swatting a little, tail swishing. Syl pounced that tail, raking it with claws, his growls a little more serious now.
Nat rumbled, turning on Syl and wrestling. Cris shivered, watching, trying to see if they were serious, playing, both. They rolled and fought for supremacy, now Nat on top, now Syl.
Nat landed on the floor with a thump, Syl pushing him down. Syl growled softly, nosing Nat's neck, opening his mouth and taking a bite. Nat tensed and Cris felt a moment of panic, then his twin purred, stretched out for Syl, offering his throat right up.
Syl's bite turned into licks, the growls becoming purrs just like that. Black rubbed against gold. Cris purred, moving closer, panting as he watched. Oh. Better. Good. Right.
Syl moved harder against Nat, humping his twin, prick hard and leaking a strongly-scented liquid. Nat howled, licking Syl's chin and jaw. Syl's howl met and matched Nat, the two of them moving urgently together.
Cris morphed, hand slapping down on his prick, pumping hard as he watched. Oh, they were beautiful. Hot. Feral. His own family. Their tongues slid together as they licked each other's bodies, the scent of their need growing sharper.
"My loves. I see you. Love you." His words made Nat shiver, the cry sweet and deep and right.
Syl put his head back again and howled, golden body jerking as he sprayed over Nat's belly. Nat's scent and his and Syl's mingled, the heat on his fingers wet and right and good.
Syl licked lazily at Nat's muzzle, his neck and then morphed, still purring softly. "Better, Nat?"
Nat finally morphed, too, nodding, reaching for Syl, for him. "Yes. Thank you, love."
Syl settled on one side, leaving the other side for him and then frowning. "Why aren't we on the pillows?"
Nat chuckled. "You didn't plan well when you pounced me."
"You weren't who I was pouncing," Syl pointed out. "But you were growly and obviously needed to be pounced."
Cris giggled as Nat headbutted Syl playfully. "I did not."
Syl snorted, the sound odd in human form. "Right."
Nat grinned, tossed his head. "Bitch."
Syl growled softly and wiggled his ass, eyes narrowed on Nat. Nat purred, licked his lips, just staring. Cris bounced a little, vibrating. Playing! Their Nat was playing!
Syl pounced, their bodies hitting the floor with a heavy thump, both men grunting. "Now that," declared Syl, "was not well-planned."
"No. Not at all." Nat huffed, nipped Syl's chin.
"At least I'm not on the bottom," laughed Syl, eyes wicked.
Cris hurled himself across at them, landing on Syl. "You are now!"
Syl ooffed and rolled beneath him, fingers finding his ribs. "Brat!" There was such laughter in Syl's voice.
He giggled, wiggled, rubbing against Syl, Nat joined them, all of them rocking together.
"My sexy kitties," murmured Syl, a hand on his ass, the other on Nat's.
"Yours." He nodded as Nat bit Syl's shoulder.
"Mine. And it's going to stay that way." Syl held them both close, possessively.
Nat purred, snuggling in, nuzzling him, nuzzling Syl.
"Home now," purred Syl.
"Yes. Home." Cris tugged them up onto the cushions, tumbling them all together.
Syl morphed, the beast languid and lazy, tongue licking both him and Nat. Nat purred, snuggling in, their legs tangled together.
It was what he'd been wanting, needing. Now everything was perfect.
They were home. Whole. Wanted.
***
Syl walked through Sufring, heading quickly to the house at the edge of town. He could smell Nat and Cris on every corner he passed, their scents growing stronger the closer he got to home, to them.
There were no Others, there hadn't been for three years.
He supposed one day they might come after Nat and Cris again and he'd face them down again, stand with his mates. They weren't a Pride, he wasn't an Alpha, but no one would take what was his, just the same.
He rounded the corner onto the quiet cul de sac and sped, the Beast itching to come out. He kept it at bay. Hands were more useful with doors. Once he was inside though, he stripped quickly and let the Beast out, lopping into the backroom to pounce the twins.
They were curled together, a mass of black, beautiful and sleek and happy.
He chuffed happily and wriggled his ass high in the air and then ran and jumped, landing in the midst of them. Paws and tails and bright eyes greeted him, purrs filling the air. He licked and groomed and raked his paws over them. His, they were his and life was good.
Cris groomed his cheeks, Nat nuzzled into the curve of his belly. He purred loudly, letting them know his pleasure.
Ours. Ours. Our love. The thoughts, the love filled the air.
He morphed slowly, rubbing against the beautiful black fur, their softness arousing, wonderful. Nat's rough tongue slid over his belly, sweet and slow. He dug his fingers into Nat's ruff, scratching, loving on the twin.
Cris morphed, sliding around to snuggle into his back, lips on his nape. He purred, arching back into Cris, feeling his mate's hard cock slide in the small of his back.
"Want..." Cris -- so strong now, so sure with his world settled -- moved behind him, the wet tip of his cock rubbing his hole.
He tilted his ass back, hand sliding back to pat Cris' ass. "Take. Have."
"Oh..." Cris groaned, moved to press inside, spread him, fill him.
The burn was delicious, the pleasure that rode on its tail even more so. He reached for Nat, fingers sliding on fur, cock rubbing against that softness. Nat purred, stretched for him, silky soft against him. They loved him so much.
Cris set up a hard rhythm, driving him against Nat over and over again. He whimpered, growled, letting his pleasure show. Nat growled low, nuzzling and panting against his throat, breath so hot. He threw his head back, offering his tender, vulnerable throat to the beast.
Nat marked him, Cris' dull teeth scraping his nape in response, pumping into him. He cried out, hands tight in Nat's fur as he came, heat spraying from him, marking Nat's dark fur. Cris' heat filled him, made him shudder, made him ache.
He lay panting between them, filled and fulfilled, happy and home.
He morphed, rumbling happily. Nat purred, the three of them cuddled together. So fine.
There was no Pride here. There was something better. Family.
Mates.
That was more than enough for him.
Here Kitty, Kitty: Catnip
BA Tortuga
Hrm.
Soap made with essential oil of catnip.
Adam smelled it. Sorta... green and shit. Not bad. Not flowery or anything, just sort of... herby. Still, if it worked, it could be fun and if it didn't? He'd be clean and could possibly avoid a very long, rough tongue bath.
Pretty soon, the hot water was pounding and the soap lathering and he was singing at the top of his lungs. "Inna-godda-da-vita, baby! Don't you know that I love you-oo-oo-oo!"
"You? Are caterwauling far worse that I ever do." Jax wandered in, grinning down at him. Nose twitching. Jax frowned. "New soap?"
"Yep." He washed his pubes, sudsing his dark curls up. "You like it?"
"It smells kinda weedy." Such a charmer, his Jax. Always so full of compliments and tact.
"Weedy?" Well, shit. That hadn’t worked. "That sounds... uh... vaguely ew."
"S'not... bad." There went the nose again. In fact it had actually gone kinda. Well. Jax-like. With whiskers on both sides. "In fact I kinda like it."
Jax moved closer.
"Yeah?" Oh, if it was good enough to get Jax near the shower, it must be doing something.
Stopping just short of the water, Jax sniffed and sniffed. "Nice, in fact. Really nice."
He grinned, leaned against the tiles, stroking his cock a little. "Oh, good. I'm glad."
"Uh. Come out of there and play?" Poor Jax. He sounded so plaintive.
"You don't want to come in?" He rinsed off, stretching. Oh. Oh, this was fun.
"No? Come on, Adam. I wanna play." Yeah. Those whiskers were just quivering. It was impossible to miss. And the restless shifting with the muscles tensing and shivering was a dead give away.
Rule number one -- teasing the kitty ended in pouting and claws. Claws on the balls were Not Fun. Adam turned the water off, reached out for a towel, drying himself off.
The second he was dry Jax grabbed him, pulling him out on the bathroom floor and breathing against his neck. Heavily. "Oh. God, that smells better and better."
"Uh. We're on the floor, pretty." He arched, pushed just a little. Damn, Jax could be heavy.
"I know. It's kinda damp. So are you." Not that Jax seemed to care. He was too busy licking and sniffing and just sucking Adam's skin.
"We could, uh. Go to the bed, pretty." Oh. Oh, this was. Yeah. Good.
"Bed?" Sharp teeth scraped over his throat, Jax's rough tongue on him all the way out to his ear, licking at his skin.
"Uh huh." He squeezed Jax's ass, rubbing them together. Pretty. So pretty.
"Hon. The. Oh. You smell so good. I didn't even think I liked that soap." Jax's breath brushed his chest, moving down. "You always taste good, though. Always."
His cock was hard as nails, aching. He reached down, stroked the long whiskers. "No teeth, pretty."
"Hmm?" Oh, Jax was just rubbing on him, hot and heavy and damp now, too, motions almost frantic. "Uh-huh. Sorry. Adam. Hon. Wow." Jax purred, the sound sending shivers right up his spine.
"You like it." He tried to slip away, tease, possibly get them to the big soft not-wet bed.
One big paw, er, hand. Something. Pushed him right back down, making him slide on the floor as Jax nuzzled down his belly, cheek rubbing his skin, sharing scent.
"Oh. Pushy kitty." He chuckled, maybe to hide his moan.
"Adam." Yeah. Jax's voice had changed, become deep and throaty. That tongue seemed twice as rough as it scraped down the trail of hair on his belly and across the crease where his thigh met his torso.
"Jax. Pretty. Oh..." He spread, smelling the soap himself, stronger as he heated up.
A rough moan was all he got, Jax slipping down to nuzzle right into his pubes, licking eagerly. That mouth. Oh. Man. There was nothing like this, like being the center of... "Oh. Pretty, right there. There." Of Jax's attention.
Jax spread his legs, lifting him up, tongue sliding under his balls to lift them and lick them. Holding him up with one hand, Jax started stroking him with the other, hand moving fast on his cock. His eyes flew open, breath just catching in his chest as the room went white hot.
"Oh." Vibrating on his skin, Jax's noises got louder and louder until they were more like growls than anything. Those lips closed over the head of his cock as Jax pulled up and back, sucking him good and hard.
"Oh! Love!" He arched, hips bucking furiously, heart pounding.
Sucking harder, Jax half nodded, hands getting a little... claw-y. But not hurting. Never hurting. Everything in him went tight as he shot, caught like a feather on the end of a string.
"Mnuuuuh." Moving fast, Jax rose up over him, rubbing against him, just in a feline frenzy.
"Yours. Love you. Anything." He leaned up, bit Jax's shoulder, ass sliding on the tile.
"Yeah. Oh, hon, yeah." He could tell Jax wouldn't make it to actually get inside him. That cock was too damned hard, too hot, and Jax just shook, clumsy and out of control. He managed to get one hand down, wrapped around Jax's prick and pumping good and hard. And Jax just yowled, spraying heat over his hand, hips snapping. "Love! Adam."
"Uh-huh. Love." He was gonna buy stock in that soap.
It took a good five minutes for Jax to raise his head, and when he did his eyes were dazed looking. "Wow."
"Uh-huh. Good soap."
"What's in the soap, hon?" Jax was sniffing him again, moaning a little.
"Weeds." He reached down, scratched the nape of Jax's neck.
Grunting, Jax climbed up him a bit, getting a better position. "Yeah? It's. Mmm. There."
"Here? Harder?" He scratched in, chuckling as that tail appeared, twitching.
"Uh-huh." That tail lashed back and forth, waving wildly. Jax was just kneading his chest, clawless fingers sinking in rhythmically. Beautiful man. He scritched harder, chuckling as Jax nuzzled his skin. That soap was having some long lasting effects. Cool. Jax licked him some more, growling happily, ass wiggling.
"Pretty kitty." He nuzzled. "Bed?"
"Yeah. You're on the floor." Blinking, Jax titled his head, eyes kinda wild. "Why are you on the floor?"
"You tackled me." He grinned into slitted eyes.
"Oh." A grin dawned, all toothy and happy. "I did, huh? Well, can I drag you off to bed like my jingle mousey?
"Jingle mousy..." Lord. He chuckled, nodded. "Drag away, kitty."
Jax got up and literally hauled him off to bed. The strength in that wiry body never failed to amaze him. They bounced on the big pile of pillows, and oh. Suddenly Jax had a l
ittle kitty chin hair.
He reached out, scratched. He couldn't resist.
"Oh. So not sexy." Making a face, Jax bent to gnaw his finger.
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