King/Maru: Cat fights p.7
The club was loud and already halfway full with people by the time they arrived. The music reverberated steadily through the room, the beat easy as it was still only half an hour into the party. The light was dim though silhouettes were easy to distinguish as they went, cutting through the groups of people that happened to stand on their way.
They headed for the tables where Mar’s group already started celebrating. Bottles of beer and multicolored glasses were placed in front of the merry gathering. To fit them all two big tables had been pushed together with two dozens of chairs not yet filled. Only half of the chairs had been taken at the moment, though most probably not all of the kitten’s group mates would arrive or bring a partner.
King looked over the tables skimming through familiar faces as they approached the table not all that glad not to see the pest there. He doubted the troublesome panther gave up on his little kitten and wouldn’t appear at all. God knows King wouldn’t let a chance to woo Mar slip just like that and he knew that unfortunately Duncan was the same.
The leopard must have had something up his sleeve which was why the tiger would rather the bastard was there for him to watch over. He’d feel better being able to see and deduce what Duncan might be up to. Also, knowing what distance exactly was he from Maru would calm King down a tad. He liked to know how close to trouble he was.
The tiger greeted the people gathered at the table somewhat absentmindedly and sat in “the game corner” as Maru called it. Whenever the little feline took him along for an outing with his friends King would always magically find himself next to the two blond guys talking about their newest achievements or simply going on and on about games, gear and strategies. The tiger being a game-freak, a pet name given by his slighter lover of course, most of the time enjoyed himself greatly in their company. Today however his focus was somewhere else.
Mar sat further down the table, and though Keto and Jus were the closest to him in his group, he took the free spot near the redhead girl as he usually did when they went drinking if only to have someone to match his appetite for booze and discussions over the strangest of things.
King rather liked his lover’s friends and it looked like the feeling was mutual. Not all of them were aware of the heated nature of his relationship with Mar and simply knew him as the kitten’s perverted flat-mate though. It wasn’t like they were ashamed, scared or anything, but they weren’t ones to brag about it either. They weren’t exactly hiding it, but Mar liked his private life to remain as his privet life without anyone poking their nose into it. King respected his will and was considerate in certain company.
But if there were no obstacles or unwanted guests King was more than willing to molest the claret head in public. He was so cute when he blushed and fended him off - just like in the old days when they were just at the beginning, uncomfortable with his friends witnessing it. It was so rare to see him flustered like that nowadays that King could never withstand the temptation to see those pale cheeks scarlet.
Tonight the tiger would rather have the kitten within reach as well, but not because that would enable him to get his hands on Mar’s delectable body even if that would be a treat itself. No, he wanted to be sure that in case Duncan appeared the close proximity between King and Maru would make him back off. For now the claret head had his redhead friend and Jus at his sides with the places across the table from him also taken up by his friends and King deemed him safe since the pest was still no where in sight.
Andrew waved his hand in front of King momentarily obscuring his vision and the tiger realized he was so deep in thought that he missed his name being called. With an apologetic smile he turned back towards the guys in a way that still enabled him to follow Mar’s moves out of the corner of his eye.
It was a couple of minutes later that King noticed his lover getting up from his seat and heading towards him.
“I’m gonna get us drinks. You guys want anything?” The kitten offered with a relaxed smile. King liked seeing him like that, cheerful and calm around people. A smile really suited that beautiful face just as good as reddened cheeks.
“Beer for us.” Andrew answered.
“And for me as well.” King smiled at his little feline in answer to which Maru’s own smile widened. “Need help?”
“I was hoping you’d offer that. Otherwise I’d have to make two rounds since the girls asked me to bring theirs as well.”
“You’re such a wuss letting them use you like that.” King teased as he followed Mar to the bar.
“It’s called being a gentleman.” The claret head turned briefly to flash the tiger a brilliant smile. “You should learn from me.”
“Hey, I’m plenty a gentleman.” He protested and took the four bottles the kitten pushed towards him over the counter.
“Of course you are.” The claret head chuckled patting him on the shoulder before getting to the rest of their order.
He waited for Maru to grab the rest and they headed back, the slighter feline leading the way enabling the tiger a good view on his ass. King might have managed to get his lover to change his endearingly tight jeans to something less constricting, but he doubted there existed clothes that wouldn’t make that sweet rear and those pleasing curves look sexy. The way it swayed as Mar walked had the tiger unable to tear his gaze away. He could swear it was swinging more than usually and trust him to know that.
“Perv.~” King heard the kitten chuckle. It took him a moment, but upon finally transferring his eyes to his lover’s face he saw his lips curving in a fond smile.
Demon did it on purpose.
“Oh you little devil.” King considered dropping off the booze and hauling the kitten away somewhere for a quick fuck to morph that smile into an expression of pure pleasure and utter bliss. That thought however was moved to the back of his mind as he noticed a new silhouette at the table.
So the bastard finally decided to show up.
Ambiguous would be the best word to describe how King felt about it. It was good that Duncan was where the tiger could keep tabs on him and Mar and make sure they stayed as far away from each other as possible. On the other hand though, King wouldn’t mind if the leopard returned to his country, Hell or whatever the bottomless pit might have been called a little early and wouldn’t appear at the party at all. At least then King could enjoy himself fully.
His mind made a loop to his previous thoughts, the ones involving Maru and his sweet tight ass. Ah, he still could have his fun, no matter if the pest was there or not. He’d only need to pull the claret head away from the table and into some kind of privet place and convince him that he should never leave King’s cock again.
He was about to mention the plan to Mar, presenting it in a way that would make the kitten unable to refuse him, but belatedly he realized that his lover was already out of hearing range and distributing the orders.
Dammit. He was really out of his game.
With nothing else left to do King took care of giving out the rest of the bottles, somewhat distractedly flopping back into his seat and sipping his beer while eyeing the fucker.
Duncan had a pleasant smile plastered on his face as he chatted, but King knew better than to fall for that. He knew where to look. The light, blue-green eyes were calculating. Judging the distance between him and Mar, him and King. Plotting ways of intruding into King’s world again with his dirty feet. But King wouldn’t let him. There was just no fucking way that he’d allow the bastard to make a single move in [i]his[/i] lover’s direction. Not on his watch. Not in a million years.
King sipped from his bottle again and put it on the wooden surface. Getting drunk was out of the question tonight.
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Two hours and two and a half bottles later King was happy to have a cheerful and slightly tipsy kitten at his side. The little feline was completely engrossed in conversation with a bubbly brunette while drinking from his fourth bottle that evening. His hand was draped over the back of her chair, but King knew better than to worry about that. It was an innocent gesture, simply a manner in which Mar always sat with his friends. And right now it was also a direct copy of King’s own arm that he had placed on the chair behind Maru protectively. Possessively.
King didn’t pay much attention to what the two were talking about playing with the label on the beer bottle absentmindedly. The two other game freaks had been pulled somewhat forcefully to the dance floor by their girlfriends a while back leaving the tiger with Maru and the girl. Actually, most of the group was off swinging to the beat somewhere in the crowd.
However Duncan was not one of them.
The dark haired feline sat far across of them seemingly busy conversing with Keto and her boyfriend. King didn’t miss any of the occasional yearning looks he gave Mar, nor the growing line of beer bottles in front of the panther. Even if the bastard had some kind of evil scheme prepared it looked like he gave up on it and decided getting drunk was much better of an option (which suited the tiger just fine). Or he needed more liquid courage to make it happen.
Either way he had yet to make a move. So far shooting heated looks was the only thing he dared do. It irked him, but King tried to ignore it for the sake of not causing a ruckus. Maybe if King had more alcohol in his system, maybe then he would go and try to smack some sense into the guy’s head slamming it into the surface of the table repetitively.
For now he clung to his royal cool and his simple plan of keeping Mar out of Duncan’s grasp.
“Come dance with us, Maru!” Jus’ nagging voice managed to catch King’s attention. She stood behind the brunette’s chair her posture demanding. She too had something majestic in her and liked when things went according to her plan.
The tiger couldn’t help the grin. He knew damn well how his lover loathed dancing, though King couldn’t really understand why. He himself liked the way Mar moved. Especially when he writhed beneath King or straddled his lap and rode him into oblivion.
Though maybe those moves weren’t really suitable for the dance floor. Unless there was a pole there somewhere. King would pay a fortune to see the show.
“Yeah, go dance.” The brunette inquired cheerfully.
“I like sitting better.” Mar answered his friend taking a long sip from his bottle. “’Sides, I hate dancing.”
“You’ve been doing nothing but drinking all night so move your ass and come.”
King barely stopped himself from snorting. He wanted to butt in and mention that he was the only one who could order Mar’s ass around like that, but before he opened his mouth the kitten had already elbowed him in his side preventing him from saying a word. Little bastard knew him too well.
“Go nag someone else. Duncan’s free. Or the big perv behind me.” The claret head inclined with his thumb pointing at the tiger. “Now that I think about it, King is a good dancer.”
Jus’ eyes transferred to King’s face and any other day he wouldn’t mind humoring her, but tonight he had other tasks. “Sorry, don’t feel like it.”
The girl nodded in understanding and returned to pestering the kitten. “See, Maru? He doesn’t want to. Now c’mon.”
“Huh? Why do you let him off with a simple ‘no’ and keep on bothering me?” The little feline huffed.
Keto appeared behind Jus dragging her boyfriend by the hand intervening before the other girl answered Maru’s query. “Why aren’t you guys dancing yet?”
“Maru won’t go with me.” Mar’s friend complained. “Help me here.” And without another word both girls grabbed the kitten’s hands and tugged at them.
“Hey King, give me a hand.” Called the boy, but King only laughed and nudged him forwards.
“Go play, Kitten. You’re a gentlemen, right? You shouldn’t refuse a lady when she asks so nicely.~”
Maru sighed in resignation and got up from his chair. “Oh alright. I get it. I’ll go. Now stop pulling me.”
Happy they managed to coax the kitten to join them, the girls headed for where the crowd moved. Maru followed, but only after he sent King a glare.
“I’ll deal with you later, traitor.”
King laughed.
“Have fun!”
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At first his moves were stiff and awkward, his displeasure showing in the scowl marring his features, in the downward curve of his lips. Only after a couple of minutes spent mimicking the way his friends danced (and a failed escape attempt that made King grin) he found his own rhythm. It was only when the second song ended that he finally looked as if he was enjoying himself, eyes laughing together with his lips as the alcohol in his system made him bolder urging him on to become more daring in his moves.
King observed the little feline from his place at the table smiling with him and chuckling when Mar caught Jus and twirled her around against her will though she laughed as well. Everyone seemed to have fun out there, swinging with the music echoing through the whole club. King felt the floor beneath his feet reverberate with the bass as he followed the sound with the rhythmical movement of his leg absently, preoccupied with the sight before him.
Tantalizing, enchanting and incredibly alluring.
A song ended and another began and for a moment there he wondered whether the creature that captivated him was really his lover. To think that only fifteen minutes ago Mar refused abandoning his place at the table. With the way he matched the slow, sensuous roll of his body with the lazy beat one might think that he’d never done anything else in his entire life. The bass drove Maru’s hips in a way that made King fidget in his seat, his mouth going dry as a desert.
His eyes were closed to half-mast, pink lips parted and just begging to be kissed. Claret curls swayed with his body falling into Mar’s face every now and again making him reach out to tuck the strands behind his ear as he danced. He looked so beautiful as he did that. So enticing. His pale, porcelain white skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Magnetic.
The kitten stole King’s attention completely disrupting the man’s thoughts. Fluid and smooth the body the tiger knew so well rocked with unbelievable grace. Mesmerized King edged to the end of the chair without thinking eyes glued to his little feline. The world might have ended right that moment, a furious rhino could batter through the wall of the club and run an inch before him and he’d never notice so hypnotized he was with Mar. So taken with the display.
It was as if the kitten wasn’t a creature of flesh and bone anymore and somehow morphed into an ethereal being, sublime in every move. A spirit of heaven’s so delicate and insubstantial that might vanish with the slightest of touch dissolving in the air.
King wanted him so bad. Wanted him to dance like that for him only. Close Mar up in a golden cage where no one else but King could devour him with his gaze.
He could feel him against his body, he could feel the texture of his form; the curve of his hips beneath his palms as he rocked with him to the bass. Mar pressed into him so close and fitted in so perfectly that nothing could compare. Complete and united as they matched the music, the air around them sizzling, the atmosphere accelerating several hundred degrees with every roll, every intake of air. Every beat of their hearts.
Vivid and scorching. It was like a wet dream coming true, a materialization of his deepest desires. Yet so much better. The knowledge that the claret head was really his, that that body could move like that not only inside of his head…
Swallowing so loud that he could swear the whole club could hear it he discretely adjusted his pant though that didn’t help much. Maru on the dance floor moving like that was a sight that he couldn’t dismiss. On the contrary, he drank in everything: every bead of sweat, every rise of his chest, roll of his body. To preserved the image in his memory if by any chance it wouldn’t happen again.
Though if King had a saying in it, the kitten would dance for him like that each night driving him crazy and hungry with need. Sometimes alone as the tiger watched him from nearby. And sometimes together increasing the heat in the room incredibly with their passionate moves.
King drew in a shaky breath willing himself to calm down, but knowing full well that it was impossible as long as his lover was out there driving his body in such a provoking manner.
Suddenly someone cut through the line of King’s vision obscuring his view of the slight feline and it woke him up from his daze. Realizing that he wasn’t the only one whose attention Maru stole he felt an instant surge of possessiveness blackening his mind and he got up aiming to join the claret head on the dance floor if only to shield the boy from improper stares.
But once he stepped into the crowd he noticed with horror and rage that Mar already had someone at his side. Or more like behind him, bodies not touching yet but already too close for King’s comfort. Storming through the crown, dark rage shadowing his vision the tiger tore away the hand that dared touch Maru’s hip. [i]His[/i] hip. Free hand forming into a tight fist he slammed it into Duncan’s jaw sending him flying into the floor.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH HIM WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS!” He roared and advanced towards the fucker to strike again, but someone grabbed his arm pulling him back. Ready to lash out at whoever dared stop him from killing the bastard he turned angrily to push the person away.
“What the hell, King?!” It was Mar. The beautiful creature that Duncan wanted to steal from him. Mar who wasn’t spellbound by the music anymore, but was looking at King with shock and disbelief. “What the fuck did you do that for?”
“No one. No one will ever touch you like that! That friggin’ bastard has to learn his place!” He cast a glance at the panther who was still sprawled on the floor nursing his split lip and jaw. King hoped it would bruise ugly. And if it wouldn’t he’d just have to punch him again.
“What’s wrong with you?! We were just dancing. Dancing, King! People touch when they dance!” The kitten threw angry words at him witch only made King’s wrath grow.
Couldn’t he see what that fucking leopard wanted to do to them? To him? Couldn’t he fucking see that? It unnerved King to have to explain himself.
“I told you I don’t want him near you again! Is that so damn hard to understand?” He yelled and shook Maru’s hand off of his arm grabbing the kitten on the shoulders instead and looking him in the eyes as he continued firmly. “You’re mine and the bastard has to be taught not to mess with me. So stay the fuck away from him like you were supposed to.”
“It’s his last day here. Cut him some slack.” Maru defended to what King groaned angrily and used his hold on his lover to shake him briefly.
“Shut up and listen to me. Just do as I tell you and don’t let him come near you again, you hear?”
The claret head stared at him defiantly and somewhat coldly. “Stop ordering me around. I hate it when you do that.”
“It’s for you own good since it seems like you’re incapable of taking care of your rear yourself. If I see him touch you or even say a word to you I’ll rip out his tongue and arms and put them up his ass.” He said loud the last sentence louder for the bastard to hear and remember well. No one. Absolutely no one touched his Mar and lived. He’d see to that.
The kitten however failed to appreciate his manly and possessive side and kept glaring angrily at King. “Let me go. You’re causing a scene.”
Indeed, when King looked around more than three dozen of people gathered around them seemingly unsure what to do. Some just staring, some chatting nervously. A few dared to approach Duncan and help him up. But King didn’t care about all that.
What he cared about was the pissed off kitten in his arms and the nasty gleam in the leopard’s eye he saw when the fucker stood up. The urge to maul him intensified greatly.
He didn’t listen to Maru and kept his hold on him until the claret head pushed him away roughly and stormed off.
“Mar!” King called after him and wanted to follow, but once again a hand on his shoulder prevented his intentions. The touch was firm yet gentle and the tiger turned around to see Jus regarding him.
“He’s drunk. Let him cool off.” She said in a placid voice and let King go. “You should do the same before you go after him.”
King huffed but nodded reluctantly.
Nothing would come out of it if he went to talk with Maru now, he knew that. So he swirled around angrily to let Duncan know just how much he blamed him for making him yell at Mar again and had to hold his cursing back. The leopard was already gone, picked up by some friendly soul.
“You go with him then. Make sure he stays out of trouble and let me know if that asshole appears anywhere near him again.” Jus obeyed his ordering without a word and walked away in the direction Maru rushed off already looking around for the trademark curls.
“I need a drink.” He muttered exasperated as he ran a hand through his spikes and returned to the table, people withdrawing to let him through.
It was one hell of a party.