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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 14, 2009 18:23:44 GMT
No, likely he'd been insane already, just a completely different kind of insane then Tawny. He allowed the touch, tipping his head up willingly and moving even closer to Kisuke. He closed the gap and taking advantage of any touch at all, eyes going half-lidded and hazy again. His mouth, though, remained firmly shut, sparking defiance in his gaze. It only opened for him to speak, the bare minimum. It seemed that this cat-shifter did not possesses the ability not to be a wise-ass. Or at least, to keep quiet for any extended period of time at all. "You don't know where I come from, then." He muttered, like a sullen child, and instantly clamped his jaw shut again.
He pulled away gently, taking Kiki's hand in his own and brushing his slender fingers over his palm. "I'm alright, Ki-ki, and if I'm not, I'd prefer a bath and a bed. Preferably with company. I don't need a Shou, unless you're giving me one." He grinned mischievously, eyes dancing in a way that said he was only half serious, half joking, his bright blue eyes open and honest. He tightened his grip on the man's hand, pressed the other into his chest, over his heart. He closed his eyes, head tipped, as if he could hear it just by touch. "When you got sick as a baby, did your momma ever do that thing where she put your ear over her heart? Mine did." He says, grin still in place, twitching impishly.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 14, 2009 19:40:04 GMT
Kisuke blinked, a tad bit surprised that the man refused his help. However, it was apparent that the man was also being quite stubborn. "Ki-ki" would have to take his word for it...for now. Yes, he was a little worried...but that was cause sickness spread and what not...or at least that was what he would tell himself today. Tawny was such a kid...
"A bath you say? Heh...the bathroom is in the back and...as much as you would like me to join you, the only company you will be gaining will be the comfort of knowing you are clean. I won't be bathing with you. You're old enough to bathe by yourself..." he trailed off a little as Tawny began to muse about his mother a little. It was funny that yes, his mother did do something similar. From what he could remember, it made things a little better...even if he was still sick.
Pulling his hand away gently, he shook his head, "Yes she did, but I don't see how that has anything to do with you, seeing as you are feeling fine." He made sure to press the subject further, before going back to what he was saying. "If you wish to take a bath, there are towels and soap already in there. I can grab you some clean clothes while you're in there." It was only then that he moved back to TRYING to make lunch. It was slowly becoming evening.
"See, if you had managed to stay a cat longer, I would have actually given you a bath and you wouldn't be alone," Kisuke joked, not quite realizing exactly what he was saying. What if Tawny had turned into a human while in the tub...how alarming that would have been. "As for the bed? Off limits. You can take your cat naps elsewhere. I'd prefer not to come across any surprises in the night..."
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 14, 2009 19:53:25 GMT
Ugh. Interesting and beautiful and ice cold and completely intriguing, maybe- but apparently as oblivious as a dog with a chew bone. Tawny's lips twitched in a wry, helpless smile, the grin softening to show those dimples again, but something frustrated and a little sad darkened his eyes. This.....was going to be difficult. He stuck his hands in his pockets again, pouting. Fine, may as well be clean while he had the chance. He stepped back, out of Kiki's personal space, very clearly in a huff now. "If I had been a cat and you had tried to bath me, I would have clawed your hands to ribbons. I should, with you being so mean." He pouts out, sullen as a teenager denied something. But his eyes glittered good naturedly, at odds with the words. "Fine, if I have to take a bath all by myself, I suppose I do."
He started from the room, only to stop at the next words. He half-turned. "No fair, Kiki." He purred out, sounding honestly hurt. "After all, what is a cat good for but curling up beside you at night?" He stepped forward, into the doorway, the smile still half on his lips. "You'll change your mind sooner or later." He promised, winking a little, a playful laugh leaving his throat. He touched the bell, dinged it with a forefinger. "When you realize how much easier it is to sleep with a light beside you in the dark." Even if it's a rather dim, used up light. He went into the back, more then willing to take a shower alone, if it's the only shower he got.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 14, 2009 20:32:19 GMT
'What was with him?' was all that Kisuke could come up with, his attentions now fully on the cooking at hand. Did he really want to bathe together that badly? A weird one he is.
"I don't think that i will change my mind too heavily, but you are welcome to try, till then, that red sofa chair is more comfortable than you think," he said matter o' factly He wasn't sure about this whole light situation either. What in the world did he mean by that. Was he supposed to be afraid of the dark or something? None the less, it was a relief for the man to have left the room. He was able to compose himself a little better, now that his defences weren't up. Not wanting to go back on his word, he let the man stay, but his mind was definitely repelling the idea. The man just seemed so...flirtatious at times and very hands on. His feminimity didn't help either as Tawny sauntered about the shop. Just having him close was uncomfortable. It had to be have been his eyes...far more alluring up close than one could imagine. Blue silver wells that threatened to undo his mind whenever he looked in them.
Why did he just want to scream?
With his thoughts elsewhere...(definitely in a place he didn't need nor want them to be) his hands seemed to work on automatic, cutting, gutting, and seasoning the fish before it went in the oven. Shortly after a side dish of vegetables went in. Then it was off to his dresser to dry and find something that might fit the smaller male. Oh dear...he would have to keep him clothed now wouldn't he? There just seemed to be so many negatives around having a "cat." "He calls himself knowing a world about me, but I know so little about him..."
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 14, 2009 20:49:00 GMT
In the shower, Tawny simply takes a minute to regroup, gather his strength for round two. He shampooed his hair, twice in fact; it took twice, to get the grime out. Then he cleaned himself, taking time on his nails until he was sure they were mostly dirt free. Now he simply leaned on the shower wall, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of it.
He was going to have to go about this from a different angle, for a bit, at least. He was tired, and sick, and sore, and didn't have the energy to support his flirtatious nature and bouncy attitude. His shift from cat-to-human had taken up a massive chunk of it, as effortless as it had seemed, and the longer he stood in the shower he more he wanted to-
Cough ripped out of his throat, painful and raw sounding. He closed his eyes, gripping the shower bar as cough, cough, cough, doubled over with the force of it. He gasped, coughed it back out again almost instantly. He was sinking to his knees before he could stop it. He lets go a whimpering cry of pain, a sound for help. Never one too proud to ask for it, this one. But Kisuke would not be able to hear. Would he? Spots danced in front of his eyes as he fought to get breath, and so he closed them, wrapping his arms around himself and shuddering. Let him hear, let him come, please, gods, let him come.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 14, 2009 22:34:47 GMT
After a bit of rummaging, he came across from clothes Tawny could borrow...till they did something with his current set of clothes...that seemed quite promiscuous in nature. Some fresh boxers, a denim colored button up dress shirt he hadn't known he even had and a pair of his old slacks that fit a little snug, but were for sure too long for the shorter man, but would have had to do. Heading toward the bathroom, his original plan was to crack the door and sit them upon the edge of the sink, but of course nothing could be easy any more.
Just as he arrived at the door to knock, he heard Tawny coughing terribly. It only got worse, "Tawny, are you alright?" He received no answer but a aching whimper that seemed to tell it all. "..I'm coming it..." the collector announced before pushing open the door to find the man crumbled within the confines of the shower.
All this in one day...oh what shall become of the day...?
His eyes softened and his brow knitted into a worrisome frown. In the current state, the once playful and devious red head was now limited to frail and helpless. The shower still rained down upon him, his eyes closed and for a moment Kisuke thought he might have passed out like that. Though a slight shake showed that he was still with him. Setting the clothing down on the counter and grabbing a towel, he pulled open the shower current. Although he felt like he was intruding, he felt like he was needed and didn't waste a breath turning off the water and kneeling down beside the tub next to the curled up red head.
He placed the huge towel over Tawny's shoulders, a free hand running through a few strands of his slick wet hair, the only thing that could cover the man's dignity now should he stand up. The hand slides down to his face as he broke the silence, "Tawny...come now...we've got to get you out the shower...Everything's going to be alright...I'm here..." Kisuke was prepared to carry him out of the room, but he wasn't sure if the younger man was ready to move yet.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 14, 2009 22:48:35 GMT
And suddenly he was there. He was; he really was, and for a moment he couldn't comprehend it. He was not used to it; to someone being gentle and helpful and kind. He never expected Kisuke capable of it; perhaps a hand on his back and a word of concern, but this; this is why he was so obsessed with his dark haired pretty. This potential. Even now, half choking to death and done in, he sensed it, felt it. His eyes slid open at the voice, startled that he was not being scolded, or yelled at. Amazed that he was being given attention and concern, and not just from a distance. Kisuke was beside him, kneeling beside him, a warm and comforting presence. And all that Tawny had wanted for the past weeks.
His eyes came open slowly, dazed, and he leaned into the touch again, still coughing weakly, curling into Kisuke like a wounded kitten, shivering badly. He reached up to grip the towel with one hand, lightly. Too-blue eyes again met brown, so warm and soft, the color of earth. I'm here. He nodded once, leaning his face into the crook of Kisuke's neck unashamedly. His breath was too hot, feverishly hot, skin warm. He didn't seem too keen on letting go anytime soon. "'Kay." He replied, but his voice is weak and lacking, and he drew himself into a tighter bundle, practically in Kisuke's lap. He purred, faint, soft, a barely there purr as his eyes began to droop. "Gettin' you all wet, Ki-su-ke." He added, almost guilty.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 14, 2009 23:21:49 GMT
I was obvious that his Red Tabby wasn't alright, but the sign of relief on his face was a good sign. He tensed up a little as Tawny got closer, but tried to relax a little...to no avail. Almost in a slow crawl, the latter of the two had managed to cling onto Kisuke, his arms around his neck much like a damsel in distress. As Kisuke began to lean back, this only seemed to welcome the catman more until Kisuke was supporting himself from behind with his hands, with a very hot Tawny on top of him. His shirt and pants were soaked as they sat there, a tangle of legs. Thankfully, the towel covered him sufficiently, but that didn't stop him from having a very very naked man ontop of him on the bathroom floor.
It was as if the heat transfered and his own body felt hot and his breath thin and slightly shakey at the shapeshifters breath upon his exposed neck. He had NEVER been in a situation quite like this and was finding it hard not to feel strange. He couldn't just leave him here though...so Kisuke raised and hand and began to rub his back through the towel. Even with his discomfort...he couldn't help but find the man adorable in his cuddling nature. It didn't even seem to matter to him that he was soaked as he was.
Kisukes cheeks were flushed a light pink, his head turned to the ceiling, taking a deep breath, "We should really get you dried off and into some clothes....less you catch cold...I should probably close up the shop so I can make sure nothing else happens to us today...Do you think you can stand...?"
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 15, 2009 0:11:21 GMT
His eyes closed again, and he took comfort in a warm body to press aginst. He was almost sobbing for breath and wanting only to drop into sleep, right in this postion, cuddled with Kisuke, inside the man's walls, this close and not being pushed away. Feeling Kisuke, being so near him, being cared about by him. He kept the towel drawn up and close, nuzzled into the soft skin under the neck as if sensing that his weakness has given him more leeway. As if sensing that his sweetness was the way to go, here, rather then pushy. But frankly, it wouldn't last. Tawny was not sweet. Flirtatious, flamboyant, and exuberant, but not sweet, not really.
He whimpered at the touch, tightened his own hold and pressed even closer. His next soft coughing fit, smaller and less scary, still shook them both, and ended with a faint groan. But his body was relaxing, even as Kisuke grew tenser, obviously comforted more by being held then by any medical attention. He pulled back as Kisuke spoke, pushed a hand through his viberant red hair. Noticed the blush, and smirked a little, a shaking hand touching it, stroking the cheek almost tenderly.
"I think I already have." He muttered, but nodded once, hand braced on the shower floor. "I can try, but I don't think so." He replied quietly, eyes averted. This was only half a truth; he was sure he could stand on his own, if he had to, and mobilize under his own power; but damn it, he wanted to be carried. He didn't want to put any more space between himself and Kiki then he had to, now that he'd closed it.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 15, 2009 0:44:57 GMT
He could feel the heat rising to his face as the small body moved atop him. He wasn't sure if he wanted Tawny to be as comfortable as he appeared, snuggling ever closer and nuzzling his neck affectionately. It seemed slightly harder to breathe and with each growing moment he felt the need to move away, but not cause his body wanted to. Oh no, it definitely liked behind held and clinged to. A warm body atop his own...sooo close and tender and his mind seemed to run with that and certain things signalled that he need to get up from under him...NOW.
Someone heard his prayer however and the shapshifter moved away from him momentarily to see if he could stand. It seemed Kisuke was out of luck there. He would have to carry him to the bed...and he didn't really like the sound of that. He slowly rose, from the floor to move from the awkward situation, before his body reacted any more than it did. Though as he kneeled down to carry the younger man, he was caught in the portrait the man had unknowingly created with his avert gaze, red hair tumbling over his shoulders in a way that made him unable to move for a moment. His cheeks seemed to flush ever darker and her forced himself to look away.
Kisuke did his best to arrange the towel a little bit better so that he might not be caught staring, before he moved Tawny into a more comfortable position to be carried. Kisuke's arm sliped under his girlish legs and the other supported his back and held Tawny to him. As he lifted, he didn't have too much trouble, but the catman wasn't light as a fear.
"Well,if you did manage to catch a cold, you won't have to worry about going out for a while at least right?" he suggested as the two of them walked back to the bedroom, Kisuke holding him bridal style. He set the sick man upon the well made sheets and averted his gaze.
"I'll get some more towels and your change of clothes..." he muttered before turning away from Tawny, finally breathing. He unbuttoned his shirt and left it on the same chair his vest had been, to dry. He grabbed the towels and the clothes, heading back to the bed. He laid the towel and clothes down in passing before heading to the curtained window so his eyes didn't wander, the towel draped over his broad shoulders. Kiki was no beef cake, with no rippling biceps, but he had a decent definition upon his back and abs. He had to move his deliveries some how.
"You know...you've learned a world about me...but you have said so little about yourself..." tumbled awkwardly off his lips. "Care to tell me at least some of your story?" He didn't look back.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 15, 2009 1:19:41 GMT
Tawny was limp and relaxed in his hold; not painfully easy to lift, but not heavy, vibrant hair spilling over Kisuke's arms as his head lolled into the man's shoulder, hiding half of his face. He was beautiful, like this, soft and broken and vulnerable. Like a doll; a delicate porcaline doll.
One blue eye was visible, half lidded and watching intently. Watched that blush, and if he was stronger, would probably have teased him mercilessly for his shy, awkward embarrassment. As it is, he only smiled gently, oddly gently, and curled closer to his newfound- whatever this was- until he was laied down.
He curled onto his side on the blankets, his own body barely muscled, mostly slender, lithe like the cat he so behaved like. His eyes followed Kisuke, and when he approached, he sat up on his elbows, pushing his hair back irritably. "Kisuke." He breathed softly, voice hoarse from coughing. he fumbled at the towel and clothing, moving with difficulty but moving. Perhaps his Kiki did deserve that, if nothing else; at least to know something about Tawny, about his Red Tabby, after today's chaos.
His hands paused on the material of the shirt, gaze turned inward and far away. "Kisuke, there's nothing to tell, and what there is you don't want to know, not really." He murmured, finally pulling the shirt on. "I was born, I made mistakes, I was forced from my home, and I became a stray. I've been nearly everywhere once, some places twice. I'm afraid of the things I'm afraid of because they've been used to hurt me. I have a scar on my back- I tell people I fell off a motorcycle, but it's really a brand in the shape of a grid. I don't stay anywhere long. I've had lovers, but no one has ever captivated me the way you do. I can become anything I've seen, and I have a personality for all of them. " His voice was frank and perfectly matter-of-fact. "Is that enough? Kisuke, turn around. Please come here." His voice had grown weaker, softer, with each word, and he extended a hand. "I just- I want-come here."
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 15, 2009 1:46:34 GMT
How do you swallow all that knowledge? Hearing such things from another human being? You just...didn't. His eyes stayed glued out the window as he told his story. His story of his world. It sounded like it was full of pain and things that Kisuke hadn't imagined for the younger man. He just seemed so...fragile now. The collector didn't know if it was from his scene in the bathroom, or his soft voice, but it seemed now he would be caring for him.
A lover...was that what he was supposed to be to him? Was that the void that Red Tabby had chosen for him to fill? He could only guess and ponder and put the pieces together. It made since but...Kisuke didn't know if he was what Tawny was looking for. If he was the right one. Her turned partially to the bed as the catman nearly begged for his attention, reaching out to him much like a child would to something far too high on a shelf. He had told him enough....he didn't think he could listen to anything else...for now.
Without a word, he joined the shapeshifter on the bed, sitting next to him as he took off his towel and used it to dry his hair, massaging gently. "That's enough..." he finally replied. The towel dropped to the floor with the other and Kisuke found himself staring at the man in his blue shirt. Tawny's tired eyes...his waning attention was all on him. So needy. He ran a hand through his now bright red locks before clasping a hand on his cheek. "You don't have to talk about it anymore...I've heard enough...You need to rest..."
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 15, 2009 2:04:15 GMT
He closed his eyes and shuddered at the touch, let out his breath in a slow, slow exhale. He had never told anyone even that much before; it felt good, to release some of it. Gods, but he was tired. He tipped his head up as always, arching into the touch, however small. He crawled forward once more and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, head pressed to his heart, and he lets out a soft sigh. Kisuke smells nice, feels nice, all warm firmness and smooth skin.
This. This is what he's so desperately wanted and some part of him new Kisuke could give. Could give if only pushed and prodded in the right way. His arms tightened and he called that rusty purr up from somewhere in the base of his chest. "Stay." He whispered, one arm unlocking to reach up to Kisuke's face. "Stay." He looked up, dared to look up, gaze so intense despite his wearyness.
He knew this was right. For now, this was right. No worries, no what ifs, that was how Tawny worked. If it later turned out to be the wrong choice, he'd simply leave. He was planning on it, anyway, eventually. Right? But right now, Kisuke offered not only fascination but a warmth he desperately needed, and a coldness he needed to fill with warmth. Right now, he only wanted-hell. Right now, he only wanted sleep, cuddled up next to this man, like a beloved pet. "Stop worrying." He managed, and a jaw-cracking yawn was given. "And lay down with me, Kiki. Rest with me. I won't be able to sleep, after all, unless you do." A trace of that coy, flirtatiouse teasing was back. Already recovering, though he was still weak.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 15, 2009 2:54:29 GMT
It was early evening now and people were already starting to wind down. People had started to head home and were getting off their daily jobs. The streets were starting to clear as it was beginning to get dark. Now granted...he didn't really see himself going to bed this early...even in his weakened state...he knew that his counterpart wouldn't be giving up so easily. So he would have to compromise. A hand raised over to the stove that had been cooking their late late lunch and was now possibly burning it as sad as that sounded. He turned off the stove and turned off the lights.
The clothes on the bed moved of their own accord to the desk chair as Kisuke lifted up the sick figure to roll back the sheets. He did not crawl in with him, but he did tuck him in and got in over the thick plus comforter. "There, now you need to get some sleep?" his concern was evident, but he was always visibly tense as he lay over the sheets to separate him and the catman. He still felt...uncomfortable...the name...lover...still stuck in his head as well as his concern for the small man. He felt this overwhelming desire to touch and hold him though, but fought it cause it didn't seem right. He was just confused...the only thing he knew was that he had to at least see him back to being well again.
So...he kicked off his shoes and got comfortable as he could...considering the situation...Tawny had him wrapped around his little finger right now...
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 15, 2009 3:07:16 GMT
Instantly, he pressed back, pressed as close as he could get with the blanket barrier in the way. He sighed, closing his eyes, nestling in. "Alright." He replied softly, too tired to be anything other then complacent right now. The purr was loud again, and heady, as he pressed his head into Kisuke's chest and let go a deep, contented sigh. Hair like silk, now that it was clean, spread out over the pillow and tangled around them both as he moved.
Right now, he was just....content. And nothing that would happen or could happen mattered. This was more then he ever considered would come of this, more then he ever dared to hope, and gods, whatever they were getting into....it would be a most merry chase.
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