Rocky has begun to develop symptoms he doesn't understand, and only around one person. A man he barely knows. He confides in his cousin, but Calvin knows the man is known as bad news and warns Rocky to keep his distance. But Rocky doesn't listen to...
Rocky rushed into the Lackadaisy on a stormy December evening. On nights like this, living in one's car wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. The temperature gets below zero in St. Louis and snowy. No amount of blankets could keep someone warm. Also on nights like this, Mitzi didn't mind if Rocky stayed the night as long as it was downstairs in the club, so if anyone were to pass by, they wouldn't think he was trying to rob the place.
Once inside, he brushed the snow off of his thick coat and wiped his feet on the floor mat before entering the café. He could hear a faint record player coming from downstairs.
"Hmmm, Zib must've left it playing on accident." He spoke to himself. Usually, when the band was done playing for the night and they still had patrons they would turn it on. He made his way to the back of the building and started to descend the stairs behind a secret shelf and through a door. A dim light could be seen at the end of the tunnel that led to the club.
"He left the lights on too?! Miss M is gonna have a huge electric bill and she's not going to be happy..." Shaking his head when he reached the end of the hallway, he opened the door and was not expecting the sight before him.
Candles were lit along a trail of... liquid? Rocky bent down and ran a finger through the viscus substance and sniffed it. "Is that... syrup?" Upon licking it, he confirmed it was indeed syrup. He looked up from the trail; it was headed to the stage where he and the band usually played. The curtains were currently closed and the music he had heard upstairs was louder now. An upbeat tune was playing, the same one in fact that was playing in the club the day he had met Mordecai to return his coat.
Cautiously, Rocky walked up to the stage. A wire was set before him that he hadn't noticed and tripped it. This caused the curtains to fly open, revealing the piano his band member played, and lying upon it was quite the sight to behold.
Mordecai was lying on the piano, covered in syrup and pancakes. Pancakes were placed in strategic areas to cover all of his private business. The man had a decanter of syrup in his hands, making intense eye contact with Rocky now. The tabby was stunned and frozen in place. His jaw was practically on the floor and flooded with drool.
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"Good morning, my love... breakfast is on me." Mordecai crooned in a seductive voice, beckoning him with a finger. He started to pour the syrup on his chest and down his body. Once the decanter was empty, he slid a finger down his body to gather up the liquid and sucked it off of his own finger. "I taste divine. Would you like to try?" He ran the finger back over his body to gather more and offer it to the frozen man before him.
Rocky's tail was a puff, and all his fur was standing up. He ran up to the stage and climbed it as fast as he could, slipping a bit on the syrup. When he got to his feet, he approached the angelic sight his eyes had the glorious pleasure of feasting upon. Mouth still agape, Mordecai slipped a syrupy finger in his mouth and let him lick it clean.
"Delicious, hmm?" Rocky was in ecstasy, this was the best syrup he'd ever tasted. He needed more. As soon as the tuxedo cat removed his finger, the tabby jumped on the piano, all his clothes coming off mid-jump in a cartoony fashion.
