Nightmares and Dreamscapes (Kitty&&Bailey)

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey's nightmares weren't usually violent.

He'd usually be some voyuer, watching for the hell of it, but recently, he'd been the victim. He'd be running, than he'd actually be flying--which was impossible for him--and there'd be wolves. Thousands of them. Chasing at him. Leaping. Clawing. Dagger like claws and razor teeth sinking into his wings and lagging him down and the painful tearing of flesh as it detached itself from bone and it was just too much.

And that how he finds himself sitting on the floor beside Kitty's bed, looking at him with fascination as he slept. His wings are stretched out behind him, lazily flattened against the ground and gathering dust, tingling with a numb sleepness, twitching through every flight feather and bone.

"Kitty," He drawled out the name equally, but in a whisper, resting his chin on the edge of the older man's bed. "You 'wake?" He's very aware his cheeks are tear stained. They deserve to be, after such a violent nightmare.

[Kitty]

Kitty snorted in his sleep, moaning at the obtrusive noise. "Go 'way. Sleep now, talk later." He mumbled, fighting to regain his earlier dream of beautiful men on a beach, singing to him and crying out for him to join them in their games of whatever the hell it was that they were doing. It concerned a ball and some type of fishing net strung up by a cord. Looked kinda kinky to him but hell, everything looked kinky to Kitty. He was in fact one Kinky Kitty.

"You 'wake?"

"No." He mumbled into his pillow, pulling the covers up and over his head. sudden the voice registered and his eyes flew open in alarm. Tossing back the blankets he turned and staired down into the tear dampened face of his long time friend, Bailey.

"Bailey? What's the matter?" He craned his neck and his eyes narrowed at the sight of the younger man's wings. They looked so carelessly sprawled out and that wasn't like Bailey at all.

Sighing he rubbed a rough hand over his face before reaching down and without waiting for any objection, pulled Bailey onto the bed so that he sat right beside him. Pattign the pillow beside him he laid down and ordered. "Talk. And lay down, you look beat, man."

[Bailey Lukas]

"No." Kitty mumbled, burrying himself beneath his pillow. Bailey pouted and chewed his lips, before he tugged childishly at the covers.

"Liah," Again, he drawled out the word. His voice must've hit something because the next minute, Kitty shot up and stared at him. He offered a shy smile.

"Bailey? What's the matter?" He watched as Kitty focused his eyes on his laiden wings, which felt sore from the dream that felt incredibly real. Nibbling on a finger, he said muffledly, "Nightmare," and pleaded with his eyes to be let into the bed. He felt giddy when Kitty held out a hand and puled him up. He sat when he was up, and watched Kitty lay down.

"Talk. And lay down, you look beat, man." Shifting his wings so they cradled against his back, like a bird pearching, he collapsed on his side, minding the wing closest to the bedding so he wouldn't crush the sensitive limb. It was pusling with heat as it usually did.

"I had a nightmare." He whispered, repeating the obvious. "And I know you're tired of my complaining about them, but Kitty, this one was..." He dropped his voice low, "...Scary." His wings shuddered. "There were wolves, and they were biting me and it hurt and they tried to get my wings and I didn't feel good, and now my wings hurt." He said it all in a whispered breath, and breathed in deeply when he finished.

"Yeah, true...er, nightmare." He looked at the pillow. He knew Kitty didn't do hugs. He glanced back at his friend, than glanced at the necklace that was so familiar. He reached out his hand, fingering the protection gaurd.

"Do you get nightmare's, Kitty?" He usually reverted back to a youthful stage after nightmares as such.

[Kitty]

"I had a nightmare.And I know you're tired of my complaining about them, but Kitty, this one was...Scary."[/i]

Kitty instantly picked up on the anxiety in the younger boy and as his wings shuddered at his admission, Kitty had the urge to wrap him up in a tight embrace and sooth away all his pain. He settled for a short nod of his head, coaxing him with a gentle smile to continue.

"There were wolves, and they were biting me and it hurt and they tried to get my wings and I didn't feel good, and now my wings hurt."[/i]

"Bailey," Kitty whispered, sadness for his friend tinging his softly spoken words. Kitty tensed slightly as Bailey toyed with his necklace yet forced himself to calm down, knowing that Bailey wouldn't harm his protection charm and to just take a breathe. Calmed he furrowed his brow at Bailey's next question.

"Do you get nightmare's, Kitty?" [/i]

Kitty smiled softly at Bailey and merely nodded. "Did I ever tell you about my first time Bailey?" Kitty couldn't remember ever telling anyone about his one bad memory. It was the only flaw in his nearly perfect life and he hated himself for having it.

His eyes clouding over as the memories washed over him he motioned with his hand for Bailey to shift around so that his back was to him. "Turn around and let me get some of the tension out of your little buddies. They look as stiff as a log."

Caressing the soft feathers he sighed before starting, "I was 13, and contrary to popular belief, I wasn't always so sex crazed as I am now."

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey felt slightly releived at Kitty's smile and nod.

"Did I ever tell you about my first time Bailey?" Bailey made a thinking face, diverting his eyes upward in thought. He finally shook his head, after having sifted through his memory and coming up empty.

"No, you didn't." He watched his friend carefully, and flinched with surprise at the sudden wrist rotation. "Turn around and let me get some of the tension out of your little buddies. They look as stiff as a log."

Bailey had a relationship with Kitty. For some reason, when Kitty touched his wings, they never shot blasts of pleasure through him. Just warm, and soothing touch, whispering safe, safe, protection. He turned, laying on his stomach, before quietly advising Kitty to move a bit, before sprawling out his wings, feeling them shudder as the reached out, featehrs spreading slighty before the limbs collapsed, obviously having been used so much. The contours of soft baby feathers around his shoulder blade were crust with faint blode; the fact that somebody got a kink of bolt-cutting his wings today known.

His wing jerked in surprise as it was touched, before he settled and listened to what Kitty was saying.

"I was 13, and contrary to popular belief, I wasn't always so sex crazed as I am now." Bailey's eyebrows shot up, and he turned slightly, using his abs to balance.

"Really? That's hard to believe." It meant to be a joke. The weight of his wings threatened to dislocate his shoulder, so he laid back down, crossing his arms to rest his chin on. "What happened?" He asked gently.

[Kitty]

"Really? That's hard to believe." Kitty chuckled at the joke, although he was glaring at the blood that was evident on his friends back. He'd have to do something about this kink of cutting off his wings; it could and already most likely was causing serious damage to the younger man's shoulders and back.

"What happened?"

The gentle tone of voice was what must have coaxed him on because the next second he found himself massaging soft circles around the tense muscles in Bailey's back, all the while talking softly.

"My Papa was out with my father and they'd both left me behind with one of their close friends. His name was Rudy and I'd always thought of him as slightly off, although I wouldn't tell it to my parent's or they'd probably kick my ass. Anyways, I was doing all I could to avoid the man and was on my way up to bed when he stopped me. He," Kitty stopped talking and just continued on with the soft massage, puttinga little more pressure into it when he felt that the muscles could stand it.

Breathing in a shaky breathe he continued. "Rudy told me that he wanted me to stay with him and even when I told him that I wanted to go to bed, the bastard wouldn't let me. Selfish prick didn't listen to a word I said and the next thing I knew, BAM! slammed up against the wall; face first. That's were I got this scar on my lower jaw." He unconsciously rubbed the afflicted space of flesh, his skin flushing in anger at the memory.

"I don't think I'd ever felt something so painful. Man, I'm telling you, I'd take a beaten to the skull over that sensation of violation any day." Kitty chuckled dryly, stroking the soft feathers one last time before getting up from the bed. Walking over to a basin of fresh water he ripped a piece of material from his shirt and dunked it in it, coming back over to take a seat on the bed and beginning to cleanse the abused flesh of his friend.

"I remember when it was over, he shoved me towards my room. Stupid ass didn't even warn me to keep my mouth shut. I locked myself in my room and went to sleep. Next thing I remember is waking up the next morning with a pain in my ass and my Papa banging on my door to tell me it was time for breakfast." Kitty's voice was quiet, and he concentrated on the wound infront of him till it was completely cleaned. Tossing the cloth into the basin which lay on the floor he laid down in bed, peering up at the roof.

He'd never told his parents about it. The shame and feeling of loss to raw. He looked to his younger friend and sighed. He'd do whatever he could to keep Bailey from such a fate. He reached up to stroke the feathers once more when he realized with a groan that he had, instead of a hand, a white paw.

"Dammit. Well this is just fantastic." Great, he'd managed to change into a cat once again. No, correction. It wasn't a cat. A bloody kitten. 'Brilliant.'

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey whimpered under the relazing touch, his wings stretching out again at the pleasent feeling of relief. He bit his lip and opened his ears to listen.

"My Papa was out with my father and they'd both left me behind with one of their close friends. His name was Rudy and I'd always thought of him as slightly off, although I wouldn't tell it to my parent's or they'd probably kick my ass. Anyways, I was doing all I could to avoid the man and was on my way up to bed when he stopped me. He," He dipped into the bed at the persistant press of calluses against tense muscle from working all day. He waited patiently until his friend gathered his nerve again.

"Rudy told me that he wanted me to stay with him and even when I told him that I wanted to go to bed, the bastard wouldn't let me. Selfish prick didn't listen to a word I said and the next thing I knew, BAM! slammed up against the wall; face first. That's were I got this scar on my lower jaw." He could see from his periphial vision that his friend was scrubbing a said scar. He wanted to turn and hug him, but the policy was no chick-flick moments.

"I don't think I'd ever felt something so painful. Man, I'm telling you, I'd take a beaten to the skull over that sensation of violation any day." He twitched his wings, before the automatically mantled themselves when the touch was gone and the weight disappeared from the bed. He snuggled his nose against the flesh of his arm, and yelped with surprise at the cool touch of water to his warm skin around his equally if not more heated wings.

"I remember when it was over, he shoved me towards my room. Stupid ass didn't even warn me to keep my mouth shut. I locked myself in my room and went to sleep. Next thing I remember is waking up the next morning with a pain in my ass and my Papa banging on my door to tell me it was time for breakfast." Bailey licked his lips, keep still as he realized Kitty was cleaning out his recent wound due thanks the infamous bolt-cutters, before he retracted them to make room for Kitty to lay down.

The touch of Kitty was once more, except they're were pads on his hands, and Bailey turned his head to look at the kitten form of his friend.

"Awh, lookit the wittle kitty cat," He cooed, stretching out an arm and tickling beneath Kitty's chin playfully; teasingly. Cause he was more than a pretty face. He was a bastard too. He reached out with both hands, and tenderly sat up, expanding his wings behind him so that he could lay back of the sheet of feathers. He craddled his friend to his chest, well aware he wasn't fond of attention like this.

"We should get you a pink collar," He laughed, tilting his head back and elicitng a jingle from the ring on his bondage collar.

He thought back to Kitty's story, and swallowed dryly. A story for a story.

"You wanna hear something I never told anyone?" His voice was cracked from the whisper he had dropped too, and he let go of Kitty to do as he please.

[Kitty]

"Awh, lookit the wittle kitty cat."

Kitty narrowed his eyes dangerously at the taunt yet when the finger scratched out and under his chin he couldn't help but groan -not purr- in pleasure. Bailey lifted him into his arms and Kitty's eyes went from narrowed and dangerous to wide and shocked. It'd been years since anybody had had the nerve to pick him up in his kitten state. He hated it with a passion as well. Of course he had to stay as a little kitten with yellow and white fur and obviously whoever cursed him couldn't be fair enough to think to make him into something a little more intimidating. Like a tiger or a mountain lion. Even a panther would have been better than a stupid ragdoll kitten!

"We should get you a pink collar."

"Try getting a pink collar on me and you'll wish you never set eyes on my furry little ass. I'll kill you. I swear I'll gouge out your eyes out, man." He hissed, his emerald eyes narrow slits as he peered up over his pink little nose at his long time friend.

"You wanna hear something I never told anyone?" [/color]

Kitty mewled in protest at being put down almost instantly after being picked up and as revenge he wiggled his little butt before pouncing up and onto Bailey's shoulders, clinging to them with just the soft padding of his white paws. Grinning evilly, which truly did look evil coming from his sweet and innocent little kitten's face, he began to lick around Bailey's ear and neck. Jumping down from his shoulder he wiped at his face with the side of his paw, sticking out his pink tongue in distaste.

"Dude, you taste like salt. You need to stop eating so many nuts." He grinned at the tease but at the look in his friends eyes he bent down, ass in the air and head resting on paws. "What is it you have to say to me, little man?"

Kitty did a few little circles to find a comfortable spot before collapsing down on Bailey's lap, which he'd gently leapt up onto. Licking his friends hand in a guesture of affection, he waited for Bailey to start with his tale.

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey smirked, feeling the soft grroves of Kitty's paws digging against his flesh, and when the kitten was settled on his broadening shoulders, laid back, once more expanding his wings from when he mantled them. He giggled wildly when he felt the rough texture of Kitty's tongue prickle over his neck and ear. He swatted at the kitten, and breathed with relief when the assail stopped.

He jumped when he felt his friend in kitty form smoke him with his paw and glared at the offending, puny beast.

"Dude, you taste like salt. You need to stop eating so many nuts." Bailey made a face, but than softened, his mind thinking back to what he was going to tell.

Kitty must've seen it too.

"What is it you have to say to me, little man?"

Bailey snorted.

"Cause you're not a kitten." He felt the kitten manuevered himself around in his lap, before settling with a small weight. Bailey smoothed his fingers over the white fur and smiled softly when his fingers were under treatment to a rough tongue.


"When I first had my wings, people looked at me different. Like, they always thought of me different, but the wings just proved it." He tickled the soft spot behind Kitty's ears, before pulling lightly, just to ease them out.

"It always hurt. Sometimes, they'd try and get rid of them. They'd--they'd tie me down, shove a stick in my mouth and just cut 'em off. And I could feel it, the bones pulling out of my shoulder, and it hurt like nothing you could ever think of." He gazed at the ceiling, then glanced at his out-stretched wing, and how it seemed to clow like fibre-glass with the sun peeking through it, only this was moonlight and it gave a more subtle, soft look to them.

"My sister got impregnanted once. And, I began to think. I'm different, wouldn't that make me like that, too?" He turned to face Kitty.

"I bleed. Down there. What do you think that means?" He whispered. He saw females with that problem. And he honestly trusted Kitty more than anyone else in this castle, more than his life. Kitty hadn't done anything to hurt him. And Bailey was sure he wouldn't... right?

[Kitty]

"When I first had my wings, people looked at me different. Like, they always thought of me different, but the wings just proved it."

Kitty purred at the treatment paid to the back of his ear. He'd never tel anyone, but behind his ears were one of his few 'spots'. His eyes closed, he wasn't expecting the tug to his ear and he yelped at the jolt of pain. Not thinking twice he whipped his head around and bite down on the offending finger. Not hard, but enough to show that if Bailey tried another trick like that again, he was in for some serious damage. He kept his mouth on Bailey's finger even as his friend continued on with his story.

"It always hurt. Sometimes, they'd try and get rid of them. They'd--they'd tie me down, shove a stick in my mouth and just cut 'em off. And I could feel it, the bones pulling out of my shoulder, and it hurt like nothing you could ever think of." [/color]

Kitty's eyes widened at the sudden knowledge and his jaw instinctively tightened, little hisses of disapproval heard around his mouthful of finger. "'os astars!' He grumbled, getting into a pouncing stance and releasing his friends finger from his mouth, ready to defend the younger man's honour.

"My sister got impregnanted once. And, I began to think. I'm different, wouldn't that make me like that, too?"[/color]

Kitty's little jaw must've fallen through all the cold stone floors of the Castle at that thought. Fangs glistened with the saliva that rolled down his little chin as he peered up at his friends beautiful gray eyes. "duuuude..."

"I bleed. Down there. What do you think that means?"[/color]

To see Kitty's reaction would've had anybody splitting at the seams with laughter. His little legs twitched as he lay on his side, legs and paws outstretched as if he were actually standing.

Shaking his head he got up and sat down on Bailey's lap, paws on his friends chest and emerald green eyes serious. "Bailey, are you one of them? You know, the guys the pedlers tell stories of?"[/i]

Kitty couldn't believe this and he tried to let out a whistle but it came out as more of a shrill hiss. Wincing at the sound he cast Bailey a quick glance, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. I tried to whistle."

Clearing his throat, he scratched behind his head before falled back to lean against his little forlegs which made him look rather relaxed and completely comical. "What happens when you have sex man? Woman get pregnant all the time because of that whole screw-me-an-knock-me-up, I-don't-care' thing.I'm sure Nicolas has some contraceptants but this just furthers my belief that you need to stop with your kinks. You're to young to be getting," Kitty cleared his throat, flushing slightly, "Intimate with other men. You could always try women instead..."

Kitty shuddered at the thought of being with a woman. Sure he'd done it before and it'd been quite nice actually, but it wasn't the same. He'd found himself bored halfway through it and faking his climax a few thrusts after his partner had come. Shaking the thought from his head he tapped a foot to try and figure out a reasonable way for Bailey to do the dirty deed and not be stuck with a memory of that dirty deed in the form of a squalling little baby.

Jumping up he pressed all his 8 pounds of kitten weight onto Bailey's chest, excitment in his eyes. "You could use a condom! I've heard tell of them from some of the slaves before. Nicolas, from what I've heard, recieves them from guests in large supply. He'd most definitely give one to you. Not that the thought of rolling a rubber balloon on your little warrior's rod is appealing but it's better that being stuck with some, runt. Eh? Eh? Come on come on. Tell me I'm a genious. Come on, saaaaayyy it."

Kitty grinned cockily and hopped onto the bed to do a coy little strut, waving his bottom around and waggling his tail before rising onto his hind legs and bowing low, which resulted in him tumbling forward and landing on his head.

"Ouch."

[Bailey Lukas]

Bailey made a face, comical but weird, at Kitty's odd reaction. He inclined his head back but stared the feline in the eye as he came face to face with the small animal as his paws rested on his chest.

"Bailey, are you one of them? You know, the guys the pedlers tell stories of?" Bailey blinked. He couldn't remember people talking about 'them'. He shrugged, instead.

At first, he though Kitty was hissing at him because he was disgusted, and he turned his head in shame. "Sorry. I tried to whistle."[/i] He brightened up at that.

He turned to see his friend in a odd position for a cat, and laughed gently, but not loud enough to drown out his words.

"What happens when you have sex man? Woman get pregnant all the time because of that whole screw-me-an-knock-me-up, I-don't-care' thing. I'm sure Nicolas has some contraceptants but this just furthers my belief that you need to stop with your kinks. You're to young to be getting... intimate with other men. You could always try women instead..."[/i] Bailey wrinkled his nose, disturbed by the thought of women. Men were much more attractive in many ways. Especially the anatomy. And of course, he wasn't about to tell Kitty about his molestation already.

He jumped at the sudden small weight of the kitten on his chest and looked with startled eyes at the kitten form of Kitty. "You could use a condom! I've heard tell of them from some of the slaves before. Nicolas, from what I've heard, recieves them from guests in large supply. He'd most definitely give one to you. Not that the thought of rolling a rubber balloon on your little warrior's rod is appealing but it's better that being stuck with some, runt. Eh? Eh? Come on come on. Tell me I'm a genious. Come on, saaaaayyy it."[/i]

He watched his friend's perfomance, and when he fell, winced.

"Ouch." He echoed, and picked up the lithe form, re-adjusting him so he was steady, before turning over so the pressure would be off his wings.

"I don't even know what these condoms are. And that doesn't sound appealing at all." He sighed. "I don't want to have to wear something that could split the pleasure in half. It'd get annoying and itchy and I just wouldn't be able to handle it." He shrugged his shoulders, rotating his wings in the process.

"I'm not even allowed to be used as sex yet, Nick says. I'm to be used as kinks work only. People play out their fantasies with me, just they don't... penetrate me." He pouted.

[Kitty]

Kitty mrewed in thanks at being righted and rested his head on a paw as he waited for Bailey to respond to his plan.

"I don't even know what these condoms are. And that doesn't sound appealing at all. I don't want to have to wear something that could split the pleasure in half. It'd get annoying and itchy and I just wouldn't be able to handle it." [/color] He shrugged his shoulders, rotating his wings in the process and Kitty swipped at them, giggling -yes kittens can giggle- in his kitten form as they twitched in answer to it.

"I'm not even allowed to be used as sex yet, Nick says. I'm to be used as kinks work only. People play out their fantasies with me, just they don't... penetrate me." [/i] Bailey pouted, and Kitty rolled his eyes heaven wards at it.

"Oh come off it Bailey! You're too young to be doing this to yourself! Why not wait for love? You're the loving type of kid. You're too sweet and kind to be a slut. And no offense to you but you're catching right up with me on the skank-o-metre. I ain't preaching but just try to find one guy and stick with him for a while. Ya know? Who cares what kink he has as long as it doesn't hurt you anymore."] Kitty glared threateningly at his friend, pointing a paw pointedly at the scab forming near his wings.

"Awh fugedaboutit. You don't care. You're just as horny as any other kid. Although I'm not gonna let you say no to the condoms. Dude, you know what types of diseases you can catch without them? Shit man, I was joking about the whole balloon thing. I've personally tried them before and they don't do anything. They feel like nothing as sex is even better because you don't have to worry about getting sick or anything from it. Catch what I'm saying?"

Kitty yawned before shifting his muscles and leaping onto his friends ass, pawing the squishy area. "Can you say, ghetto booty any louder? Dude, what's with your big ass? You got this scrawny little body and then a freaking buble butt." Kitty did a little circle as he tried to look at his ass, succeeding in biting his tail and eliciting a yelp of pain and surprise concerto.

Grumbling he huffed before falling down onto Bailey's ass, sighing contentedly at the cushy surface.

[Bailey Lukas]

"Oh come off it Bailey! You're too young to be doing this to yourself! Why not wait for love? You're the loving type of kid. You're too sweet and kind to be a slut. And no offense to you but you're catching right up with me on the skank-o-metre. I ain't preaching but just try to find one guy and stick with him for a while. Ya know? Who cares what kink he has as long as it doesn't hurt you anymore." Bailey sneered at him.

"Awh fugedaboutit. You don't care. You're just as horny as any other kid. Although I'm not gonna let you say no to the condoms. Dude, you know what types of diseases you can catch without them? Shit man, I was joking about the whole balloon thing. I've personally tried them before and they don't do anything. They feel like nothing as sex is even better because you don't have to worry about getting sick or anything from it. Catch what I'm saying?" Bailey shrugged, not so much in the mood to talk suddenly. He jumped at the sudden tactile feel of claws and pads against his butt and yelped.

"Can you say, ghetto booty any louder? Dude, what's with your big ass? You got this scrawny little body and then a freaking bubble butt." He felt Kitty lie down, but became entirely self conscious about his ass.

"Y'know, Men arn't supposed to feel love, dud. We're just there as a momentary wham-bam-thank-you-sir prospect. People ask for us, we go down on our knees and then on them." He pouted. "Tell me; have you seen one man in this entire castle willing to settle for just one? A guy, for that matter? And you said ourselves; We're skanks, sluts, whores. What the buyer says goes." He crossed his arms beneath his chest, upraising himself slightly and his wings manlted, knocing Kitty about somewhat as they formed almost like a sheild or a blanket above and over him.

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Y'know, Men arn't supposed to feel love, dude. We're just there as a momentary wham-bam-thank-you-sir prospect. People ask for us, we go down on our knees and then on them." [/color]

Kitty curled back his lip at that and licked at his tiny fangs. "You're such a ho."

"Tell me; have you seen one man in this entire castle willing to settle for just one? A guy, for that matter? And you said ourselves; We're skanks, sluts, whores. What the buyer says goes."

Kitty let out a loud yelp as a large, heavy wing lashed at him, sending him reeling off of the bed and flat onto the floor, his body contorting at a painfully quick pace till he was landing on all fours. He hissed and got up onto the bed, pouncing at Bailey's head and biting his ear -not hard enough to break the skin but definitely a warning.

Getting off of Bailey, he sat on his haunches, paws infront of him as his tail swung in agitation. "You saying we aren't worth a relationship? Huh? Cause honestly, I'm already in a relationship. He's my little puppy and and I'm his uhh... Boyfriend." Kitty flushed, quirking a delicate little brow.

"Now smarten your ass up," Kitty smacked Bailey gently in the cheek, his soft paw practically caressing and not punishing, "You're worth lovin' and I'm seriously tired of your angsting. You've had some tough shit, everyone has, kid. Stop your bitching and complaining. Ever think the reason why you don't get into relationships is because you carry your past like a message on your forehead? Dude, you scream 'no relationship here'."

[Bailey Lukas]

"You saying we aren't worth a relationship? Huh?" As far as Bailey had been told, yeah. Though he'd never admit it aloud to Kitty. He liked what he did just fine, no matter the names he achieved for the acts. "Cause honestly, I'm already in a relationship. He's my little puppy and and I'm his uhh... Boyfriend." Bailey's wings perked up, craning in the upper bone structure and he smirked, grinning something wide and genuine, true boyish charm he held secret.

"Now smarten your ass up," Bailey giggled at the soft touch of scrappy paw to his cheek, "You're worth lovin' and I'm seriously tired of your angsting. You've had some tough shit, everyone has, kid. Stop your bitching and complaining. Ever think the reason why you don't get into relationships is because you carry your past like a message on your forehead? Dude, you scream 'no relationship here'."

"Cuz I really wanna devote myself at this point and time. Uh huh." He stretched his wings out, full warning and clearly speaking tones of watch it; I'm bigger than you and these are deadly, bucko. He manuevered on the bed, settling Kitty on the pillows in front of him before laying on his stomach, kicking his legs up and foldings his wings so the pressure when they drooped wouldn't dislocate his arm.

"Anyway, enough about me. It's all teenage bullshit anyway." He waved a dismissive hand. "I wanna hear about YOUR crush on this GUY." His smirk he harbored was every bit devilish as the word described, eyes glinting with tease and mirth.

[Kitty]

"Cuz I really wanna devote myself at this point and time. Uh huh."[/color] Kitty rolled his eyes at Bailey's saucy attitude and hissed as wings threatened to toss him once more from the mattress. His claws sank out. He'd be damned if he went down without a fight.

He mewled in agitation as Bailey moved him from his spot on the bed to rest on the pillow above Bailey's head and face the younger man. he did a couple circles before plopping comfortably down on the pillow.

"Anyway, enough about me. It's all teenage bullshit anyway. I wanna hear about YOUR crush on this GUY."[/color]

Kitty blinked before hissing at Bailey, ears pressing back and little face scrunching up. "Dude! I ain't lying and I can prove it! Uhh next time we go out I'll umm point him out to you." He nodded before looking down at his paws.

"He's sweet and an ass but in a kind of cute way you know?" He spoke after a while of silence, smiling with a blush. "And he's amazing in the bedroom. I mean -just wow. I'm still sore from the last time." He blushed even more and hid his face under his paws.

[Bailey Lukas]

"Dude! I ain't lying and I can prove it! Uhh next time we go out I'll umm point him out to you." Bailey quirked a brow at Kitty's sudden defensive manner over no reason. Kitty really was a dork in cat's

"He's sweet and an ass but in a kind of cute way you know? And he's amazing in the bedroom. I mean -just wow. I'm still sore from the last time." Bailey laughed nervously, shaking his head at the information and quickly surfing a hand up the back of his head.

"Okay, whoa, Tee Em Eye man." His features softened as he took in his long time friend, his smile splitting larger and larger by the breath.

Kitty was in love and god what a sight it was.

"He's good to you?"

[Kitty]

"Okay, whoa, Tee Em Eye man." [/color]

Kitty grinned, scratching his head with his claws and just blushing.

"He's good to you?"[/color]

Kitty nodded slowly, and with a 'POOF' changed back into a comfortably naked, human Kitty. He shimmied onto the mattress beside Bailey and sighed, folding his arms under his head and looking from the side at Bailey. "Yeah, he's good to me. He'd never-" Well except for that one time but all is forgiven,' "hurt me. I don't think he loves me but I -I don't know I may maybe think that I love him."