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Post by Kitty on Apr 20, 2007 6:16:03 GMT -5
Kitty winced as he limped down the hallway, his shoulder along with hands resting heavily on the stone wall. Pain peirced through his hip and he instinctively clenched his anal muscles, crying out with a gasp as threads of burning flames licked through him. His teeth and eyes clenched tightly shut and he released a pained groan. "Fuuuuuck."
A noise was heard comnig from the Cellar and he pushed forth from the wall, nearly tumbling all the way down the stairs. Bashing into a rack of wines, he cursed heatedly, glaring daggers at it before tossing a punch into the hard wook, a splintered and bruised fist his reward.
Craddling his hand with his uninjured one he moved forward and deeper into the cellar. "Dean? Dean is that you?"
Kitty gasped at the sight of Dean, in wolf form, sprawled out on the floor and grasping at a bottle of wine as if it were the holy grail. "I''d never thought I'd see the day..."
[permission to powerplay was granted]
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 20, 2007 15:00:17 GMT -5
Dean's vision had began to waver after the ninth bottle. His entire plan was to drink himself to death, but his high immunity forbid it. But he could sure as hell enjoy the numb and vulnerbale feeling. He had violated Kitty, and he deserved this punishment.
A blurred sentence hovered around his ears, and blue eyes flecked gold glanced up in grayscale, taking in the black, white, and gray images of wavers in front of him. The form was impossible to mistake. Kitty. He lifted his paw from the bottle, standing to all fours, tumbling on his weight, but never falling.
Get out of here, He snarled, baring his teeth but the lip turn caused him to twitch and blink, momentarily loosing his balance.
He could still smell Kitty's blood, and could see it leaking through the denim.
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Kitty
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Post by Kitty on Apr 20, 2007 15:58:57 GMT -5
Kitty's took a step back at Dean's tone as he snarled, "Get our of here."
Kitty glowered at the comand, his instinctive stuborness instantly kicking in. He braced himself, his arms folding across his chest, his legs taking a step apart to show his size. Tilting his head forward and hissing ferally, fangs glistening as they pushed down his gums, he snapped, "Watch it mutt, you may think you always hold the power but you don't. You aren't as strong as you think you are or you wouldn't have drank youself into such a stupor. Get over yourself Fletcher Dean Colechester and just admit to needing suport from someone else. Just admit and I'll be there."
He watched Dean wobble on his legs and although fear spiked a dangerously hot path down his spine, oozing from every single wound of his, he stayed standing as he was. No, Kitty Kat wasn't a man to give into someone else no matter what the situation.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 20, 2007 21:32:15 GMT -5
"Watch it mutt, you may think you always hold the power but you don't. You aren't as strong as you think you are or you wouldn't have drank youself into such a stupor. Get over yourself Fletcher Dean Colechester and just admit to needing suport from someone else. Just admit and I'll be there."
He tried hard to keep his feelings and control in check. Thoughts blinded him with a sick feeling, swarming and convincing him to give in. Whipping his head about, he lashed out drunkly, his fangs a dull sink in Kitty's wrist, not enough to tear or even dent skin, just sitting. He wavered again, finding his energy and resolve failing, his body breaking into a human mold.
He curled at Kitty's feet, heart-wrenching sobs breaking from the lock he'd so long ago encased over his heart and lungs to avoid such a problem. Hands clutched tightly at the man's ankles, and he looked up, seeing through now sober but blured eyes.
"I'm sorry," He breathed through a sob. "I'm sorry," He tapped his head against Kitty's legs, wrapping his arms around them tightly, but not enough to trip him.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 20, 2007 22:16:01 GMT -5
Kitty cocked a brow as Dean wavered and cried out with an over-reacted flinch as the wolf rested his teeth upon his already raw, still open wound of his wrist. He wanted to yug away but there was something about Dean that made him stay, made him want to stay where he was and help out his suposed lover.
Suddeny, the black wolf wavered and the sickening sound of contorting bones could be heards as Dean collapsed to the ground in a heap, once again human. His sobs tore at Kitty's heart and the feline soon found himself unable to speak for words were not an option at the moment. Dean clutched at his legs and Kitty found himself incapable of movement, paralyzed to the spot. Frozen, he longed to reach down and smooth the creases of pain and sorrow from the beautiful man's face yet he couldn't quite find it in him to.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." Dean curled up around Kitty's legs, looking completely helpless and in so much bitter pain that that was the breaking point for the 22 year old man.
Bending down, he reached his finger out to tap the bottom of Dean's chin and bring it up so he could look the other man in the eye. "Listen to me Dean. Listen! No more wallowing in this pity! What you did had to have been caused by some reason or another and whenever you want to tell me you can. I'm here for you, always know that." He untangled himself from the wolf man and took a seat with a verbal wince, another pain shooting through him as his abused face screamed in protest to any speech or facial movement.
Not caring about his own pain, he leaned on his good side of his hip and reached out for Dean's naked form, pulling him up tight against his own. He was glad he'd had the descency to pull his jeans and a loose fitted white tunic on before his embarkment. Craddling the weeping man in his arms he gingerly reached down and slowly pulled the largely oversized tunic from his body, tearing it so that it would spread like a thin blanket and wrapping it around Dean's nude form.
He leaned his head down and kissed the matt of hair at the top of Dean's head, resting his chin there as he allowed the other man to ride out his mournings.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 20, 2007 22:26:19 GMT -5
A getnle tap to his chin made him face Kitty again. "Listen to me Dean. Listen! No more wallowing in this pity! What you did had to have been caused by some reason or another and whenever you want to tell me you can. I'm here for you, always know that." He knew it, all right. He just wasn't strong enough to tell him yet. He whimpered when Kitty pushed him away, turned his head shamefully at the sounds of pain contorting from Kitty's throat, before he clung right back to him, arms loose but firm when Kitty offered the comfort.
He felt the pressure of a chin upon his head, and sniffed, his sides shaking and his back trembling with his self-blame. Thoughts of his father, of repeating it to Kitty...
The knife.
Alert, Dean lifted his head and crawled forward, his back exposed as he sprawled over Kitty's lap and rode the jeans down over the other man's wounded hip delicately, exposing the infected wound, pussed and seeming to throb with pain. Dean felt another choke of a sob.
"Oh god..." He whispered. I did that... He leaned in close, darting out his tongue and raking it up over the burned and cut flesh, feeling the still resident iron and copper of Kitty's dried blood, the ragged scab forming inproperly.
He continued to lap at it, his tongue a smooth, almost sandpapery feel compared to the scabbing incision, before he pulled away, his breath drifting over his work.
"It's infected..." He whispered, not trusting his baritone, tear traced voice any louder. A beat. Then, "Does it hurt?" Of course it does. You know how painful infected lacerations and cuts get... He reminded himself, his finger dabbing at the dark, redenned skin around the cut due from the burn.
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Post by Nicolas Cashel on Apr 29, 2007 0:16:09 GMT -5
Kitty gasped and whimpered in pain as the denim of his jeans dragged down against his abused flesh, sharply carving little lines into the exposed wounds. His hip burned and he clenched his jaw tightly in pain, turning his head away from the sight before him. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to walk again. Dean had really done a number on him and even though he was dizzy with the hurt, he would never fess up to it.
Before he could stop him, Dean was lapping at the wounded skin, removing the scab with the slab of sandpaper that was his tongue.He bit his lip to stop from crying out in pain, a tear sliding down his cheek at the sudden pain. Dean seemed to annoy the wound all the more yet he kept his mouth closed, knowing that the other man needed to do this to unburden himself with the guilt.
After what seemed an etternity, Dean pulled away, whispering in a tear clogged voice, "It's infected... Does it hurt?"
Kitty smiled wobbily, swipping at his tears and brushing back a strand of hair from Dean's forehead. "Nothing can hurt me."
That was such a lie. His whole body seemed to ache and his face flet as if it had been smashed into a thousand little pieces. He was about to tell Dean not to worry about him when the other man's finger swipped over the wound. A animalistic cry of pain ripped past his lips at the salt of flesh against his sliced skin and with a distinct POOF! all that was left of Kitty was a heap of clothing and a shaking form, hiding underneath the mass of material.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Aug 8, 2007 14:46:20 GMT -5
Sobered now, Fletch hardened hsi expression and peeled back the layers hiding the car, eyes unusually soft.
"You bastard." He whispered to himself, picking Kitty up with care. He tucked the small beast against his chest, avoiding the cut and slowly made his way back to the main castle. The wind was sharp on his tear drenched cheeks but he continued, all the way to his room. He set Kitty down on the bed and went to fetch the nessecessities to care for him.
"Can you turn back." It wasn't a question nor a suggestion, not even a command. He walked over and stroked the white fur, brow furrowed at the patch where it was a deep gash of burn. "I really don't want to have to work on that," He pointed at the wound, "When you're this small, pussy."
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Post by Nicolas Cashel on Aug 27, 2007 17:36:41 GMT -5
Kitty mewled as Fletcher lifted him into his arms, his head burrowing deep into the other man's armpit. It was weird, that even after all that had happened between the two of them in the very short time that they knew each other, Kitty found himself purring softly, trust radiating off his small little body.
He let out a 'mrew' as Fletch put him down onto the bed, his body shivering from the cold that they'd walked through outside and he circled a little spot on the bed a few times before flopping down, a soft little sigh of comfort passing his pink lips. He meowed again when he saw Fletcher come over to him and lifted his head from his paws, a purr vibrating from his little body.
"Can you turn back.I really don't want to have to work on that, when you're this small, pussy."[/color]
Kitty's purring stopped and he bit Fletcher's finger, hissing at him. "Dude! I am so not a pussy! You're a pussy you pussy!" 'Humpfing', Kitty got up and strutted over to the other side of the mattress, not bothering to get comfy and just plopped heavily down onto the pillow, his back to Fletcher as he tried to get some sleep. He was tired, achy, and he didn't want nobody touching his sore side. Sure he could turn back, but the pain was less in this form and smaller.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Sept 17, 2007 20:04:01 GMT -5
Fletcher quirked an unentertained brow and snorted, moving around to the side of the bed where Kitty occupied and easily manuevered the kitten form of his appeal to his other side with a rare gentility that was said to be a legend.
"If you do not co-operate, I will beat you into submision." He joked, but it fell on wrong terms. He paused, fingers stroking soft fur gently before shaking himself, willing to concentrate.
"Please," He asked, thumb running over the soft arch of Kitty's brow. "I just want to get it patched up. It's infected and needs stitches." Such an attitude would be profound if the situation were different.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 18, 2007 19:37:14 GMT -5
"If you do not co-operate, I will beat you into submision."[/color]
Kitty winced at the words, his body stiffening. His emerald eyes locked on Fletcher before he sighed. The fingers running through his soft fur made him purr and his tiny body vibrated with it.
]"Please, I just want to get it patched up. It's infected and needs stitches."[/color]
Kitty crawled up onto Fletcher's lap, claws digging into his shirt as he climbed up his chest and nuzzled the wolf's neck, licking at the salty skin with his rough tongue. A loud 'POOF' was heard and suddenly Fletcher had a lapful of naked Kitty, licking and kissing his neck. He moved his lips to Fletcher's, kissing softly and moving to press butterfly kisses all over his face before he laid on his back on the bed, tilting a little to expose his abused hip.
"I trust you." He whispered, eyes shining with truth and body trembling at being so god damn exposed and vulnerable in his naked state.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Sept 20, 2007 20:20:21 GMT -5
A touch of tongue felt like cold fire eating at vulnerable stone and Fletcher showed no signs of the unease stirring from the brilliantly intimate touch.
Kitty's naked flesh felt too hot and Fletcher flinched, his hands stalling over smooth, flawless skin and he had to pressure himself to guide Kitty to lay down, afraid he'd go beserk once more and this time kill the kitten true man.
"I trust you." The words sunk deep, the expression Kitty harbored deeper, and Fletch had to bite back a retort that would cost him a lifetime.
"Good," He started, hands grasping for the Aid Kit beneath the bed and bringing it topside, breaking it open and removing thread and needle, "It'll make this easier."
He went slow, watching everything stich to make sure it matched it's opposite side, freezing at a sound Kitty would make before continuing. When he was through, he tugged the thread tight before tying it off, finishing it with a snip to break the excess thread.
He nodded to Kitty, as close as an apology the younger man would get now that he had realtered to shut off, controlled-irrational tempered Fletcher Dean Colechester. In a flurry of breaking bones, he stood fully canine, shredded clothes hanging from his body. It took a full body shake to rid himself of the remaining articles.
He moved carefully on the bed, his weight slimmed with the body structure and making it easier to avoid jostling the stitched cut, and gripped the blanket in his maw, tugging it up and over Kitty's body to cover him from the quickly dawning cold night.
He snorted, shaking out his neck, before taking claim of the bottom edge of the bed, curling around Kitty's hidden feet, a deep, heavy sigh exuding from his nostrils.
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Post by Nicolas Cashel on Sept 30, 2007 21:12:27 GMT -5
"Good, It'll make this easier."[/color]
Kitty swallowed hard and nodded, clenching his eyes shut and hissing as the needle dug into his skin and pulled the thread through with a pronounced tug. He released a few whimpers but kept as silent as he possibly could, not realizing he had tears streaming down his face till after the stitching on his hip was completed.
He took the nod of Fletcher's head as his apology and accepted it, understanding the position that the wolf man was in. Kitty snuggled into the blankets when Fletcher's wolf form pulling them up and he smiled at the heap of giant puppy at his feet.
He wiggled his toes in a playful manner, the simple movement draining his energy. A yawn escaped him and he couldn't help the shudder that raced through him. The pain was back and his hip seared him. He ached to change back to his kitten form and he fought against it in earnest but it was to no avail. A cry escaped him and with a loud, 'POOF!' he was a ragdoll kitten once again.
He meowed under the blankets and crawled on his stomach out from under the blankets to allow his tiny head to peek out, mouth open and tongue sticking out as he panted for air.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Oct 2, 2007 5:19:12 GMT -5
Kitty's toes brushed against his side and he shifted, sighing nasally through his nose before slipping his eyeslids shut, but only to snap both them and his head up at Kitty's cry, ears aud pinning and head spinning to take in Kitty's distress, a leg bracing beneath him.
Tension left his body when he only saw Kitty had transformed, and watched with sympathy as the kitten pitifully made his way onto the pillow. With a quiet snort, he sturggled with himserlf to stand against protesting muscles, limping up the bed and collapsing beside Kitty, using usually violent teeth to gently coax Kitty close, and once the man turned feline was settled between the space of his forelegs, rested his head down atop him, braced against the border of pillows around them, intelligent yellow eyes regarding Kitty.
You alright?
The tone was soft but still held edge to hide the concern.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 3, 2007 11:39:41 GMT -5
Kitty meowed softly as he was lifted to be placed between Fletcher's front paws, his body molding comfortably into the pillow beneath him.
You alright? [/color]
Kitty meowed again and his little pink tongue lapped at one of Fletcher's massive paws, wetting the fur and cleansing it with the rough pad of his tongue. "M'fine." He purred, rubbing his good side against Fletcher.
Dammit all he wanted to be petted.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Oct 5, 2007 8:55:59 GMT -5
The werewolf watched with silent speculation as Kitty ran his small tongue over a large patch of fur, furrowing his canine brows in confusion. How he'd get all that girth in one lap, he would never know.
"M'fine." He nuzzled against Kitty, lips curling back to press bare teeth against Kitty's shoulder in a gesture of affection, before launching himself back human, nude and definately not covered. He quickly slid beneath the blankets as to not scare Kitty far more than he was. With delicate, unnatural touch, he brought the kitten form of his... what? friend? against his chest, a hand cupping over his back and stroking down the arch of the cat's back.
"Need anything?"
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Post by Kitty on Oct 8, 2007 21:28:23 GMT -5
"Need anything?"[/color]
Kitty nodded his tiny head and licked at Fletcher's chest in affection. He wanted Fletcher to know that he was alright, that he wouldn't hate him for what had happened. That he was fine.
That he trusted him.
"I want you to trust me. Can you do that? I want you to know that I'm alright and I want you to let me help you. There's something that makes you sad Fletcher and I don't like that." He crawled further up Fletcher's chest and nuzzled just under his neck.
"Let me help you." A loud sound was heard and Kitty ignored the throbbing in his bare hip as he pressed his firm, naked human body against Fletcher's. He pressed his lips to Fletcher's ear and kissed it softly before whispering into it, his breath hot and lips still lingering on the flesh, "Let me take care of you like you're taking care of me."
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Oct 9, 2007 4:20:14 GMT -5
"I want you to trust me. Can you do that? I want you to know that I'm alright and I want you to let me help you. There's something that makes you sad Fletcher and I don't like that."[/color]
Fletcher jerked his head in surprise, eyes locked on Kitty and focusing, his hair half in his eyes as he looked him over for sincerity. The last somone had something akin to those words was over a good long time ago, long enouh to make them sound rusty to Fletcher's ears and make them twitch.
Kitty's accurate statement made the werewolf second guess, and he shifted, suddenly a cot for Kitty as the man crawled up to him.
"Let me help you." Dean tried to incognitoishly sink back into the pillows without looking like trying to get away like he was. "Let me take care of you like you're taking care of me."
Helpless he could only nod, throat tightening when he tried to swallow, mouth absent of moisture.
Fuck.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 10, 2007 4:35:44 GMT -5
Kitty pressed a kiss softly to Fletcher's cheek and gently laid his head on his chest, listening to the panicked heart beat racing. He didn't like that and he attempted to sooth the older man with kisses pressed to his chest, hands raising to fist gently be Kitty's head.
He didn't like how uncomfortable that Fletcher was. "Fletcher, if you don't want to, we won't. But you're so tough acting when really you're -well you're not. I don't think this is something that I always wanna do with you but I just -I just want to show you how easy it is to just trust me."
He lifted his head, his earlier statement true. He didn't consider himself extremely dominant around Fletcher, his kitten form and Fletcher's wolf form making that statement all too true.
"I trust you." He finished softly, drawing little circles on Fletcher's chest and aiming his gaze away from the handsome man he was practically smothering.
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