The Kitty Cat's Mates (ManxMen)

43 | Talk Back and You're Dead

King was trapped in the darkness for a torturous time, which he had no chance of handling. At last, as if he had broken free, his eyelids slightly parted.

King steadied his gaze, like a crosshair aiming for a target, unmasking the blur presented to him. He croaked a groan. And when his brown eyes landed on whatever point they've dropped on, the first thing that rang to his mind was:

Why is there a tit in front of me?

King's eyelashes fluttered. His other senses were a blur, but he felt relaxed despite it and the former flame that lit his body on fire. Then he pinned his gaze on the boob in front of him again.

Lascivious. It was so vivid. Flat, but oddly firm, plump, and tempting.

This is a weird dream, King thought, thinking this was nothing more than a wet dream. He then felt compulsion on the inverted nipple, feeling the urge to pop it off. And without even thinking that this might be far from a wet dream at all, King leaned in and planted the nipple in between his lips. Then he sucked.

King's guts were twisted back to reality when a scream—a manly scream—tore him out of his sleep, and someone shoved him away.

"Wha—?" The werecat shot upright as he tried to pry his sleep-driven eyes open. He turned his head from side to side, his brain loading, even when his gaze raked up to the imagery of a man. A furious man. His brain finally analyzed who it was.

... The douche bag, King thought.

"Why the fuck did you do that?!" Kain growled, pointing an accusing finger at King and placing the back of his hand to cover his right nips.

"Huh?" King muttered, his eyebrows creased. Feeling annoyed at the sucker who woke him up and ruined his dream.

"You—" Kain was seething red, his expression priceless and of utter disbelief. "You sucked my nipple!" he accused.

King's haziness died down, and his stare turned into a glare. His status immediately went from green to red. How dare Kain accuse him of doing something he found so disgusting!

"Who the hell would suck on your nipple, you bastar—" King froze. The dream. The freaking dream. He paled. "Ah!"

Kain threw daggers with his eyes when King started spitting out. The alpha was confused and didn't know what he should feel — pissed or insulted?

This time, King was the one pointing a finger. "What did you do?!" he hissed. His eyes widened when he finally realized that Kain was naked bottom to top with only his black boxers on, eyes unconsciously raking up and down at physique. Damn, that bulge, though.

"And why are you naked?!" King stared down at his body too and gasped, flushing red when he realized he was also in his grey boxers. "Why am I naked?!" His face went grim, and he glared back at the alpha. "What have you done?!"

"You..." Kain stared at him in disbelief. He tramped away, towards where their clothes piled, and he heaved it all up, all still dripping wet. Then he hurled it towards the other chap like a catapult. King shielded himself in time when the article of garments rocketed towards him. It smacked on the back of his forearm, spitting water around before it plopped to the ground with a wet slap.

"What the fuc—" King swallowed back the words that had threatened to leave his mouth when he saw Kain's face. The alpha looked like he was about to kill someone. Or kill him. King wasn't ready to see the Moon Goddess yet, so he kept his mouth shut.

Gradually, the werecat started to comprehend stuff after deciding to remain silent. He noticed the dreadful weather that squeezed in with the night outside; recollected he was sick; recalled what happened during training; realized Kain had saved him again; and understood that the man was just trying to help him.

King averted his gaze and scratched the side of his head. "... Sorry," he croaked.

At last, the tea stirred down. Both the men went quiet, and silence followed the rhythmic beats of the rain.

After burning his fuels, Kain snorted. He had bed hair, but he looked like he had only slept less than an hour. He then turned, walked back to the entrance of the small cave, sat down, and leaned against the rough wall with a leg propped up, and his back turned away from King.

With a slight frown, King examined the alpha for a bit, making sure Kain had really given up before hauling his focus to himself. The fire that burned him moments ago was reduced to embers, dragging along the fever that dominated his body. However, not as worst as before, the trembling still cycled. King rubbed his arms. His body felt like noodles, his cheeks warm with the remainder of the fever. He pressed a hand on his neck, grasping the dessert that built upon his throat. He couldn't smell anything, and the puffs that blew out of his nose were warm.

Suddenly, an item slipped off of his forehead. King caught whatever it was that fluttered down, and he blinked. He flipped it around, examining it. It was a long, goldish leaf that was somewhat fuzzy — a Brittlebush leaf, used by their locals as a natural treatment for fever.

But why was it on his forehead? King didn't believe Kain would be one to do it. Not this man. Or that was what his judgment told him. And didn't the leaf needed to be boiled before using?

The werecat raised bis eyebrows in perplexity, and that's when he felt the addition of strange skin on his temples. He patted his forehead and found out a stack of damp leaves patched on his forehead.

... What the hell?

King's eyes crept up to track the alpha. He had a mixture of feelings. Doubts, appreciation, and disbelief. Plus judgment on the failure of the application procedure. But King figured that whoever did this was just trying to help, so he remained quiet. Counter-intuitive, he still couldn't believe Kain was the one who did this. It feels wrong, despite the action being considerably right.

Did he eat something weird? King thought.

Staring at their pile of clothes, King finally accepted the fact that there was no one but Kain who did it. He blew steam out of his nose. "You're not so bad after all," he mumbled to himself, throwing the wet clothes away from his area.

Kain peered over his shoulder. "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

The alpha heard him, though. He gave King a dirty look over his shoulder.

Annoyed at the constant glares and teas thrown to him for no absolute reasons, King finally asked, "Why are you so grumpy?" He sniffed and rubbed his nose afterward, feeling an incoming sneeze push out of him.

Kain leered at King. "You're annoying," was his answer.

Oh, King was done. He took what he just said back. Kain was no good and fuck being killed by him. "Oh wow, I'm annoying?" King puffed a sarcastic chuckle. "You're the one who threw me in this situation in the first place, remember? Taking stuff from people like a kid. And then you're going to pull the Uno reverse card?" King held out his hands with his fingers pincered together. "You all right?"

"Brat, you better watch your mouth—"

"How 'bout you watch your own mouth. Better yet, you watch your goddamn self!" King flinched when Kain stood and strode towards him. This was it; he was going to die. But before he does, he might as well turn his mouth into a machine gun. "I really hate people like you!" he yelled. "Just 'cause you're an alpha, you think you can boss people around? You think you're the shit—"

King gasped, when his nape was swiftly grabbed, and he was yanked forward. He clenched his teeth, fighting fire with fire with the man whose face was only a few inches in front of him.

"... Excuse me?"