From: "Mary Kroll" To: Subject: UF: Bad Slash Challenge: "The Cat Game" (7par.) Date: Wednesday, November 06, 2002 1:22 AM Somehow, I managed to write this completely awful, 7-paragraphed gem in just one sitting (a real rarity for me and my short attention span). Usual disclaimers apply. Feedback is always apprecited. I just hope I can go back to my otherwise fairly worthy writing after trying so hard to write so badly. Mary Kroll Some things is most peculiar. (Abandon all hope ye who enter here.) The Cat Game Mary Kroll (inspired by Allison)
Nick drove home, pensive and frustrated. His relationship with Natalie had been so strained and stilted lately. She seemed down but damned if she would tell him why. They had spoken very little while pretending to watch the movie. Feeling a million miles away even while sitting right next to her, Nick decided to leave. Sydney jumped right into the spot he had vacated as he rose from the couch and began lavishing kitty head rubs on Natalie's face. She smiled for the first time all night, and at the cat of all things! Nick swore he could still hear the cheeky thing purring as he changed his route suddenly and headed for the Raven. The sky was beginning to silver as he slipped through the front door of the club. The place was empty, even the staff had gone. Nick found the door to Lacroix's private rooms ajar. He let himself in quietly.
Lacroix was sitting on the edge of his four-poster bed, having just removed his boots and socks. "Is this what they call a "booty call', Nicholas? I do enjoy our spontaneous encounters, but I can't help feeling that I'm being used for my body, and the wham-bam-thank-you- man just isn't cutting muster anymore. Tonight, either make it worth my while or go get yourself a handful of Vaseline and a copy of Stroke." Lacroix had continued undressing completely with the fluid and practiced motions of a person who had disrobed no less than 716,000 times. He had barely bothered to look at Nicholas, who was now nude and crawling towards him on his hands and knees. `A submission game might be nice, but I was hoping for something more original,' Lacroix thought as Nicholas reached him. A soft, rumbly noise reached Lacroix's ears. A growl? No, Nick was purring as he reached his master's bare feet and began nuzzling them with his face. He purred a touch louder as he stroked the whole length of his side against Lacroix's shins, attempting to emulate the way Sydney, his erstwhile competitor and serendipitous inspiration, would wrap himself around Natalie's ankles any time she stood or tried to walk in his presence. Nick repeated the full-body leg-polishing twice or thrice more. "Well, now. Are you my little kitty tonight?" Lacroix could not restrain the smile that mutilated his mouth as Nick wiggled his cute tuchus and, eyes glowing amber and fangs showing, gave a pleasant and affirmative `meow'.
"Alright then, kitten, in my lap," Lacroix patted his hard thighs with his flat hands. Nick gracefully dropped the front half of his body into the proffered lap and began nuzzling Lacroix's thighs, starting from his knees and working his way enthusiastically to the top and inside where his warm cheeks and enthusiastic purr made Lacroix sigh ever so quietly and spread his legs slightly. Nick moved back down Lacroix's thighs halfway and began bathing that pale skin with his tongue thoroughly and as slowly as he could. He paid special attention to the lovely wrinkled toy he found there. He tongue-bathed Lacroix's sac gently and moved up to handsome rod above it. He lapped with long slow strokes along the length of Lacroix's weapon and slower stroked along the underside of and around the anxious, swollen tip. Nick leapt gracefully onto the bed and, wrapping his body in a crescent around Lacroix, positioned himself with his head in his master's lap again and resumed his ministrations. While Lacroix would have paid money during his long, lonely days for such attention from that little tongue, he had other urges that pressed to the forefront. There was no real hurry though. He stroked Nick's head gently as the tongue-bath continued for a few more minutes.
"Okay, pussycat, off the bed," Lacroix ordered gently but firmly. Nick hopped down, trying his level best to stay in character and move as a four-legger would while avoiding breaking both kneecaps during his landing on the marble floor. Lacroix stood and just watched him for a moment, smiling subtly and stroking his well-excited member casually. Nick met Lacroix's gaze with the shine of mischief in his eyes, the pure mischief that only cats possess and even the worst behaved dogs can only hope to emulate. Nick wriggled his whole body in mock stiffness before turning to the bed. With a low sound of impending contentment, he reached both hands high onto one of the bed's masterfully carved post and, making claws with his fingers, dragged his hands down the post, leaving faint gouge marks.
This desecration of the sacred alter that was his bed changed Lacroix's mood instantly. "Bad cat!" he snapped and gave Nick a sharp slap to one smooth ass cheek. Nick immediately turned on his master and hissed, teeth bared in defiance and umbrage. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be? We'll see about that!" Moving like a lightning strike, Lacroix grabbed Nicholas by the back of the neck and began to drag him into position. Nick moved with reluctant compliance but made sure his guttural growl resounded through the room. Lacroix levered Nick's body so that his torso lay on the bed.
"That's the problem with cats," Lacroix opined as held Nick still by the scruff of his neck and with the other hand aimed his great sword of love towards the scabbard that was the core of his wayward son– turned-sex kitten, "they never know their place." He thrust himself inside of Nick in one steady motion. Nick roared at the intrusion, though in truth it was as much from pleasured surprise as from the momentary pain as his body adjusted. Lacroix was thrusting steadily now. Nick pawed at the sheets, the same peculiar kneading motion employed by cats at their most contented. He arched his back and pushed back against the magnificent weapon that en-skewered him. [And yes, being the author does give me the right to make up words as the mood suits me.] Well and truly lost in the passion of the moment, in the tight yet yielding heat of his pet's body, Lacroix released Nick's neck, moving the newly-freed hand to mimic its mate in clutching desperately at Nick's hips. Nick growled and roared as Lacroix's passion reached a fever pitch and his thrusts unbelievably increased in speed again. Lacroix suddenly drove his fangs into Nick's jugular and as Nick's sweet sandalwood-reminiscent blood spurted into Lacroix's mouth, he spurted his lukewarm seed deep inside Nick. With better than cat-like speed, Nick grabbed one of Lacroix's hands from his hip and tore bestially into the wrist. Tasting Lacroix's orgasm and the amusement of the game that had caused it catapulted Nick to his own climax. His bloody semen would leave its mark on the area rug the same way his nails had left their mark on the bedpost. As their spasms, thrusts, and grunts subsided, they fell to the floor, disengaging. Nick lay against Lacroix's side and resumed his purr. He floated on clouds of bliss, as lightly as a plastic grocery bag in an updraft, exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
Smoothly and calmly, Nick drew the fingernails of one hand across Lacroix's chest, narrowly missing an areola, leaving four red and slightly bleeding arcs on the white flesh. "Cats do know their place, and its on top!" Before Lacroix could object, he was pinned under Nick's familiar weight and embroiled in a deeply tongue-testing kiss. [On to Round 2?] The End, and not a moment too soon. ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> Sell a Home for Top $ http://us.click.yahoo.com/RrPZMC/jTmEAA/jd3IAA/5qMolB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/