ladyfayte:

catchingspace answered your question: Maow.

Erik’s reaction to living with Wes and Charles.

 impalatardis answered your question: Maow.

just adorable domestic fluff

It’s a week after his fight with Shaw that he comes home to the two of them on the couch, curled up together. Erik chuckles, leaning over the back and stroking each’s ears lovingly. Charles stirs, blinking up at him and untangling from his brother not a second after, nuzzling his neck and kissing him adoringly, tail flicking. It wakes up Wesley, who, after glaring disorientedly for a moment, joins his twin and steals a kiss.

Erik pets the both of them before disengaging to circle the couch, twin blue gazes following his movements eagerly, each pouncing on one of his legs. Their tails curl together as he hugs them both.

If having one companion was fulfilling and exhausting, two was just plain ridiculous. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, he thinks, kissing each of them again.

catchingspace answered your question: Maow.

Erik’s reaction to living with Wes and Charles.

 impalatardis answered your question: Maow.

just adorable domestic fluff

It’s a week after his fight with Shaw that he comes home to the two of them on the couch, curled up together. Erik chuckles, leaning over the back and stroking each’s ears lovingly. Charles stirs, blinking up at him and untangling from his brother not a second after, nuzzling his neck and kissing him adoringly, tail flicking. It wakes up Wesley, who, after glaring disorientedly for a moment, joins his twin and steals a kiss.

Erik pets the both of them before disengaging to circle the couch, twin blue gazes following his movements eagerly, each pouncing on one of his legs. Their tails curl together as he hugs them both.

If having one companion was fulfilling and exhausting, two was just plain ridiculous. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, he thinks, kissing each of them again.

Erik stalks into the other manager’s office immediately after work. It’s empty, so after scavenging for Wesley’s papers, he heads to the parking lot, determined to catch the bastard today. He finds him just as he’s unlocking his car, and jogs up to him.

“Shaw. We need to talk.”

“Erik! How good to see you again!” The man is all smirk.

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t feel the same.” He scowls at him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re what’s wrong. You beat your companion?”

“I discipline him. Surely you understand that it’s necessary. He’s a brat who needs to learn his place. Serving me.”

Something snaps, and Erik isn’t sure whether it’s his temper or Shaw’s nose. The older man falls to the ground, and Erik holds him there, nearly snarling as he replies.

“They’re people, you ass. They may be bought and sold like slaves, but they deserve to be treated like anyone else!”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been doing, you fool!” He struggles, landing a blow or two.

Erik growls, pinning him and striking him again and again, and they trade blows, rolling on the asphalt. Shirts are torn and ties are pulled and tossed away before Erik gets in a decisive punch to Shaw’s temple.

Panting heavily, he stares down at the now unconscious man before getting up and calling an ambulance for him. He’s not sure, but he did get a few good hits to Shaw’s chest and abdomen.

He waves away the paramedics, citing scratches and bruises, nothing more. He climbs into his car and looks at himself in his rearview mirror, grimacing at what he sees.

Charles is going to fuss.

“Jyiim?(Jim?)”

“Maaar.(No.)”

The tiger cub bumps a black kitten in the flank.

“Jyiiim!(Jim!)”

The kitten glares sleepily. Seb, realizing there really is no arguing with the smaller feline, instead decides action works better. So he picks him up by his scruff and pads off towards Jim’s little cushion.

Hissing half-heartedly, the little ball of black fluff is dropped into the bedding.

“Nnnyyah.(Fiiine.)” Jim curls up, tail tucking under his nose, and drifts off quickly, dreaming of mice to hunt and feathers to catch. Seb watches for a bit before settling down beside him, back to back, even as he dwarfs the other.

catchingspace:

ladyfayte:

catchingspace:

ladyfayte:

catchingspace answered your question: Does anyone want to know anything about me? Or…

CATAVOY. ALL OF IT. WRITE IT FOR ME. DO IT. NAO.

JESUS YOU’RE SLOW. Bastard.

YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE, DAMNIT.

PEAS?

-sigh- Fine. Give me something to prompt it. Just a little something.

Um. CatAvoy sits on Fassy’s lap so that he can’t do anything but pay attention to him and pet him and love him. AND PURRING. 

Before meeting James, Michael wouldn’t have considered himself a cat person. Now, though… Well he was a one cat man, it seemed. A very demanding one cat.

He had been stretched out on the couch, reading with the telly on in the background when a weight settled on his thighs. Lowering the literature, he sent a questioning look at the other male. He turned his eyes back to his book, only to find that a hand was pushing it away, quickly being replaced with furry ears and curls. Michael smiled indulgently, rubbing each delicate black ear in turn, until the cat-man was purring gently.

Book utterly abandoned, he let his free hand roam a bit. The older man sat up a bit, just enough to kiss James on the lips, one hand buried in curls, the other swiftly pulling them closer together.

Fayte is typing at her desk when she hears the office door open. Looking up, she greets Moran with a smile.

“Welcome back, Mr. Moran.”

He smirks back at her. “The boss in?”

“Yes, sir. Do you have your report? I’ll take care of it.”

He drops it on the edge of the desk, and pushes into Jim’s office behind her.

The dark haired man glances up from his screen. “Problem?”

“Your Yank secretary is hot.”

“… I fail to see the problem, Seb.” Dark eyes fix on the taller male.

“Is that you agreeing to a three-way?”

Jim smirks.

Normally, Seb loved his missions. Normality being relative, of course. Because, in his normal, it was only Jim who occupied his mind in those lulls between hits. But now… Now a girl had been added to the equation. And it was all he could do not to see her in his cigarette smoke.

Granted, his imagination was getting out of control, picturing Jim’s new secretary naked and dancing seductively before him. Her hips undulated with each exhale, and smokey arms rising above her head. His eyes follow the curves of her arse, on up to her breasts, and it’s not surprising that his body is reacting like it did in his pre-Jim days. He reaches to wave the figure away, and gazes out the open window. As he snubs the butt into the sill, he decides he’ll ask the boss if he’s open to a threesome. After all, he wasn’t blind. He knew Jim had been looking too.

Michael stared down at the smaller man, who was napping in a patch of sun on the bed. Bending over, he lets one hand stroke the curls from James’ face, careful of his sensitive ears, which twitched even in slumber. He settles one knee on the mattress for balance, a smile sneaking its way onto his face. His hand continues on, smoothing from skull to the base of the cat-man’s tail. Feeling the vibrations resulting from what could only be called a purr, he leans down to press a kiss to the sleeping male’s cheek.