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Fuzzy Love - Complete	By : ColdSilence Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author: Cold Silence

E-Mail: writer.coldsilence@gmail.com

Pairings: Riku + Kairi + Sora, Sora x BHK. (BHK = Blonde Headed Kid from KH II)

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Het, Furs. OOC Roxas due to the fandom personality he was given before information on his character was released with KH2.

Special Note: This fic has relationships with things that have tails. Also, this story was started before Roxas's name was revealed, hence why he is named differently in this fic. Don't worry though, this actually fits well with what I have planned for him in the end.

Disclaimer: All characters from Kingdom Hearts, Chain of Memories and Kingdom Hearts II is property of Tetsuya Nomura. God bless him.~

Fuzzy Love

-Chapter Six-

Although Sora felt a little congested, he was relatively stable when he awoke Friday morning. Softness and warmth radiated beneath his fingertips, which were lightly draped over his cat's body. The feline had made itself into a tight fuzzball close to his chest and left one ear tilted to listen for his stirrings.

For once, Dyne didn't try to wake Sora up since their current position produced the smells and heat that he craved in the early hours of the morning. When he was injured and unable to follow Sora's ventures out of the house, these residual sensations of his master's presence had always given him a sense of security. Nowadays they were hardly separate, therefore it was kitten-like to cling to that habit, but there was no one on the planet to call Dyne on it. Like Sora, he was at the eve of his adolescence, yet he would find himself regressing to imprinting-type behavior similar to how his owner liked to cling to his childhood games and dreams. Even now, despite how silly he knew it was, Dyne had made up his mind to make Sora turn on his side every morning so that they could always cuddle together like this.

Both of them seemed to have more in common than they initially thought. Each of them had lost someone important to them, and after all the tears and outbursts of the night before they became numb to whatever differences or rules governed their relationship up to that point. They were now a little closer, which explained the slow, gentle stroking that Sora's fingers were brushing against Dyne's neck. Although he was awake, Sora kept his eyes closed and was content to let this peaceful moment linger before the day began and shit inevitably hit the fan.

In less than a week, they had dug themselves a deep hole with a shovel of lies that threatened to crumble around them at any moment. However, there were no regrets. The previous night, Sora rediscovered how much Dyne's presence had uplifted him before he found out that his cat was an alien. He realized that he missed their innocent friendship, and through his tender touches he reconnected with that old feeling.

Nothing soothed the heart like the unconditional loyalty and caring of a pet. As Dyne had tried to stress many times before, he was still the same cat; therefore their special connection would linger even if he was a humanoid capable of higher thought and feeling. The reason he revealed his alternative form was because he thought that meeting Sora as an equal would bring them closer, and the thought of that excited him and brought him happiness.

Since this was still Dyne's wish, the sweet lull of the morning would not be spent entirely as a cat. Beneath Sora's hands, the warm fur changed texture, becoming smooth blonde hair that interspersed between his fingers. As if he expected it, the transformation did not bother Sora, and he continued his delicate touches against the cream colored skin of Dyne's neck.

Pleased with the ease that Sora accepted the change of his form, a purr resonated within Dyne's body in gratitude. Not one to let such compliance go to waste, he crept his tail beneath the blankets and draped it possessively over his bedmate's waist.

Feeling fuzz near his navel, Sora was coaxed into lifting his eyelids and letting the world filter in. He was greeted by the eager sight of his pet, who looked wide-awake and unusually happy for someone who'd recently been spanked.

Dyne's cheerful smile was only slightly offset by the teasing lilt in his voice. "Good morning honey~."

"Un." A mild grunt was all Sora could spare to Dyne's cajoling. His eyes came to a close once more, sleepiness slurring his answer. "What time izzit?"

"Who cares? Let's stay home from school today. It's not like either of us pay attention when we're there anyway." Why end the nice time they were having? Dyne would much rather spend the day lazing around the bed than sleeping through lectures about outdated theories or reading material that he had memorized in Katina a long time ago.

Unfortunately, Sora didn't share the same sentiment. Removing his hand from his pet, he began to untangle himself from the blankets with a grumpy face. "No, I don't want to stay here." His efforts to free himself paused when he noticed the tail resting on his waist. Sora tried to peel it away, but every time the appendage was set aside, Dyne simply returned it to the same spot. Sadly, his drowsiness made him too dumb to think of ways to deal with his pet's antics.

As for refusing to stay home, it was easy to tell that Sora just didn't want to stick around his mom or Cloud. Although the previous day's events had been nothing short of a fiasco, Dyne thought that what was waiting for them at school was going to be worse. "Won't going out be dangerous?"

"I'm not scared of Turks." With a small frown, Sora sat up faster than his blood could keep up with his head. The resulting vertigo actually helped clear his mind, but with the lifting of the fog came the memories of the night before. An unhappy turn of his pouted lips joined his silent thoughts.

"But you're scared of your mother?" Unwilling to let Sora go so easily, Dyne coiled his tail completely around the boy's waist. The very tip of the makeshift yellow rope brushed up and down against the small of the boy's back. "I think she's easier to deal with. Just tell her that you don't want ex-Turk surfers in your house."

Sora shook his head in the negative. "I'm standing by what I said yesterday. It's her business, and if she wants her boyfriend to move in, then let her. Besides, when we go to school we can tell everyone that you're not running for president and then everything will be ok again."

Incredulous, Dyne stared at Sora as if he was the alien in the room. "You can't be serious. Even though you hate that guy, you're just going to let him move in? Even if he'll probably blow our cover and get us both in a lot of trouble?" Dyne was deeply disapproving of such a bad tactical maneuver, and the triangular tufts of his ears flattened with displeasure. "Aren't you the most noble bastard. If you want to go along with such a bad decision, then I think I just might get the urge to run for president for real."

"You're crazy!"

"Whatever happened to not being afraid of the Turks?"

"You'll never win." Therefore, it would be a waste of time. Annoyed at the mere mention of such a stupid idea, Sora crawled off the bed, finally forcing Dyne's tail to uncurl from his waist.

"Sure I can. I'm charismatic. I've got leadership potential. I'm hot. You're so lucky Sora, you've got me all to yourself." That last sentence was accentuated with a wicked grin and a slinky curl of Dyne's tail above his head.

Sora flashed an odd look over his shoulder at the cocky blonde, followed by a sound of disgust. Dyne's ego was bigger than his room. He then vanished into the bathroom for his daily shower, leaving his pet to bask in his own bigheadedness alone.

Despite that reaction, Dyne smiled impishly to himself. Suddenly feeling playful, he leapt off the bed to check if the bathroom door was locked. Perhaps Sora got careless and left it open, which would allow the naughty kitty to steal his clothes and make him wander around naked.

On his way to the bathroom, one of the models hanging from the ceiling teased at Dyne's senses. Like most cats faced with a dangling object, he couldn't resist leaping up and batting at it. The model ship was rocked back and forth on its string, causing the little plushies sitting inside of it to fall down. In addition to the soft thuds of the sand filled bags hitting the floor, something metallic clattered noisily to the ground.

Curious, Dyne squatted to inspect what it was. The object was triangular and painted with blue lacquer, as well as decorated with swirls and dots produced by a whiteout pen. The words "sTaR mAp" had been printed on one of its four sides. Sora had such a cute imagination.

The thought of Sora creating the "sTaR mAp" made the blonde smile, but then the expression froze on his face. Using one of his long fingernails, he scratched at the blue lacquer until it flaked away to reveal the true color of the object beneath: silver. His faltering grin disappeared completely. It was a piece of his ship.

Dyne remembered his last panicked moments on his ship crystal clear. He'd just come out of warp when this planet's gravity seized possession of his spacecraft. The engines were too weak to resist its pull, so he was forced to make an emergency landing. A picture of the planet was called up on the viewscreen to pinpoint a place to land, and his mouth had dropped open upon seeing the insane amount of water that covered nearly 2/3rds of its surface.

The thought of drowning terrified Dyne more than crashing. Unfortunately, the odds were against him that day. His ship emerged from warp in the middle of a raging meteor storm, and one of the meteorites damaged his retrorockets. When he tried to use them to slow the fall of the ship, they blew up. The only other option was to angle the craft bottom-first and engage the thrusters to slow the descent. It worked, but he entered the atmosphere at a bad angle, causing his ship to heat up like a live volcano and glow bright as a falling star.

Only one option was left for survival. In hopes of eventually leaving this excessively liquid planet, Dyne gave the computer one last command before sealing himself into an escape pod: Disassemble. Smaller objects had more chances of surviving an impact, and thankfully his ship had the ability to come apart like a jigsaw puzzle. With the advanced technology from his planet, the pieces could be easily assembled back together at a later date.

However, it never obeyed the final instruction, at least not while he was still trapped on the ship. The stupid pod never deployed either, and he was forced to ride out that horrible crash to its very end. It was just his luck that he ended up on that tiny island; although he would have preferred one of the larger landmasses at least he would not be detected in such a desolate place. Sadly, that was about the extent of Dyne's fortune, because the impact of the crash landing had been strong enough to overcome the locks on the pod and send him flying into oblivion.

Looking back, disassembling the ship had been a dumb idea. Most of the pieces would have fallen into the ocean anyway. Though now that Dyne thought about it, he realized that he never asked Sora if he had been found outside or within the remains of his ship. If his body had been found among the trees, then his final command must have worked after all. That meant that his spacecraft did disassemble at the very last moment of the crash and that the majority of its parts were still on that island. In fact, the very unit needed to put everything back together was right there in his hands.

But, if his ship was mostly intact, even if it was still in pieces, that also meant..

That he could still be tracked.

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On the way to school, Sora met up with his closest friends as usual. He told them about the eggs that had been thrown at his house but left out every other detail concerning that evening. Both of his confidants were outraged at the Turks, especially Riku, who gave Dyne a look so dark that it was a wonder the alien didn't spontaneously combust on the spot. It was obvious whom Riku blamed for the vandalism of the Sora's house.

When they reached the school, Riku excused himself from the group and left at a brusque stride in search of Rufus Shinra. As for the remaining three teens, they found themselves at the center of the school's attention thanks to a sudden spike in Dyne's popularity. Random people kept approaching the blonde to ask about the truth of the rumors they have been hearing, and to Sora's horror, Dyne would answer that yes, he was definitely running for president. Some of the students wished him luck, others wanted to know if he'd written his will yet.

In an attempt to escape the quiet whispers around them, the teens entered the school building. Unfortunately, they only made it about three steps before an extremely excited Selphie accosted Dyne. Even though his bid for presidency had started out as a rumor, already she had decorated herself with "Vote for Dyne" pins that had been enthusiastically made overnight. "Dyne!!! I heard the news! Congratulations, you have my vote 100%! I'll take you over stuck up Rufus any day! You won't have to worry about a thing, because I will be your publicist. Pins, fliers, speeches, anything! Oh please oh please oh please let me help you!!"

Dyne was unable to prevent smirking at the flat look on Sora's face. He accepted Selphie's offer graciously. "Sure, I'd love for you to be my publicist."

"YES!!" Selphie's squeal upon being accepted as Dyne's publicist made several people turn in their direction. "Diney, you are the answer to all of our prayers! Kairi, come here. I have to talk to you!"

Before Kairi could protest, Selphie kidnapped her friend and dragged her away from the boys. While on the way to their lockers, she spoke excitedly about what was on her mind. "Kairi, this is your big chance! We are talking the toppling of a regime here! If Dyne becomes president, then we won't have to worry about Turks anymore."

"I seriously doubt that. It's not like they can just be kicked out of school." Sure, the Turks wouldn't have power, but they would still be around. They could always just win seats at the student council the following year. Besides, Kairi had doubts as to the chances of Dyne winning the presidency. He was new to the school, after all.

"Aren't you reading between the lines here?" Selphie dramatically placed her hands on Kairi's shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "You are friends with Dyne. If Dyne becomes president, you'll become popular. If you are popular, then people will vote for you to be homecoming princess. If you ask Dyne to the dance right now, you'll be halfway there already."

Of all the cockamamy schemes Selphie had ever cooked up, this one took the proverbial cake. For the first time, Kairi began to question her friend's sanity. Sure, Dyne was a nice guy, but only when he wasn't being lewd or saying weird things. At times, he even acted as if he expected Kairi to be on a more intimate level with him than they really were. "No. No no no nooo I don't want to go to the dance with Dyne. I barely even know him!"

"So what? It's not like you can't just dump him at the dance and snag the guy you really want. At least be in on his campaign, it'll make you look good in his eyes! Don't you want to show up Elena? I heard she asked him out and got turned down. Can you think of any better way to give her a good slap on the face? Kaaaaaairi. See the light! At least think about it."

Obviously, Selphie was going to keep pushing the topic until some kind of acceptance was acquiesced. Kairi expelled a long-suffering sigh. "Alright. I'll think about it."

"Trust me, good things are going to come out of this!" Delighted, Selphie practically skipped the rest of the way to their lockers.

Once they reached their destination, Kairi went through the usual motions of undoing her combination lock so that the books for her morning classes could be fetched. However, when the metal door was pulled open, a mountain of silicone breast implants avalanched out of her locker. People in the hallway stopped their milling to stare at the pile of jellies littering the ground. Uncontrollable snickering at the obvious prank began to echo throughout the corridor.

Instead of mortification, a stoic look planted itself on Kairi's face. Beside her, Selphie could only stare in shock, unable to say anything that would make this situation better. Thankfully, there was no need to, for Kairi closed her locker calmly and spoke first. "I'll make the fliers. When I go home, I'm going to get my camera so we can take a good picture of Dyne. You just make sure that there's enough buttons for everyone in the school."

And so, Kairi saw the light, as distorted as it looked when seen through a tomato-shaped plastic boob.

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Meanwhile, the pleasant atmosphere that Rufus had been enjoying in the student lounge was disrupted by a loud bang. The door had been flung open, and Tseng was shoved through it hard enough to make him stumble. Behind him was Riku, who strode uncontested into the room with a narrowed look that made his olivine eyes appear as mere slits.

Unperturbed by the situation, Rufus lowered his agenda for the day with an air of indifference. "I don't believe you have an appointment."

"Shut up." With his well-toned muscles and taller stature, Riku was quite an imposing figure when compared to the lean bodied president sitting before him. "You told me that if I hung around you Turkeys, you would call Reno off Sora. Not only has he been picking on him again, but you sent people to his house. This was not part of our agreement."

Rufus did not openly sigh. To maintain his power over the school, he had to brush shoulders with bull headed jocks all the time. Since Riku was the star athlete of the school, being friends with him gave Rufus and the rest of the Turks the bump in popularity needed to always win during student council elections. Using Riku for this purpose started two years ago, when Sora had a fatal accident concerning soda and a certain revenge freak's shoes. "We've been through this already. Reno is not the only person who starts fights. Your friend has been a little "argumentative" lately. I can't be on top of every single little infraction, especially if it's his big mouth causing it."

"That doesn't explain why his house was egged."

"Oh," responded the president thoughtfully. Folding his hands behind his back, he turned to face the window, which offered a panoramic view of students chatting outside. "A most unfortunate coincidence. It was a message to be sent to the new kid. According to my sources, he's looking to be president."

"I don't care what the circumstances are, you leave Sora out of it. Otherwise, I quit being your tagalong. This deal is off."

Before Riku could storm back out of the room, Rufus stalled his movement by replying smoothly, "That wouldn't be the wisest of choices. There would be nothing left to prevent anything... unpleasant from happening to your friend."

"You think?" Riku sneered at the back of the overdressed teenager. "Maybe I might decide to run for vice-president. I'm sure Dyne would feel better if he wasn't running solo."

Slowly, Rufus turned away from the window and settled a dangerous, warning look on the angry boy. "I wouldn't advise that. After all, my father might think of downsizing soon, and we wouldn't want anyone's mother to be out of a job."

Anger caused the fists clenched at Riku's side to shake. This was the reason why he couldn't just settle things with Rufus or his cronies by force. His mother earned a lucrative salary in the employment of the Midgar hotel chain. A false move on his part could get her fired, and then all his dreams of college and moving away from the islands would be dashed by poverty. Sadly, his father's job as a fisherman barely earned any money; without his mom's income they would be forever stuck on Destiny Islands living a life of mediocrity.

"Of course, I didn't make it to my current position by being uncompromising." A chilly smile graced Rufus's lips. "Stay in our camp, and this won't be taken to your dear Sora's house. The battlegrounds will be here in school."

"Fine," uttered Riku in a tight voice, before stiffly walking out of the room. Tseng was roughly shoved once more on his way out of the door.

Obviously used to being knocked around, Tseng merely tidied his tie and collar with a blank expression. "He's a wild card."

Rufus waved a dismissive gesture at his vice-president. He picked up his agenda once more and scanned the list of things he needed done to prevent Dyne from running for presidency. Then he went to work crossing out the tasks that could no longer be executed thanks to the verbal contract he made with Riku. "When you know the weakness, you can tame any beast."

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As expected, school became a battleground for the teenagers supporting Dyne's candidacy. Throughout the following week, Kairi, Selphie and Dyne were the victims of dozens of malicious pranks. Paranoia made them change their combination locks frequently and practice extra caution around chairs, doorways, food, and when passing Turks in the hallway. It was hell, but the ridicule they experienced only gave them more impetus to go on.

At first, Sora tried to convince Dyne to give up his crazy campaign, but as long as Cloud was allowed to stay in the house then the alien remained adamant about his own cause. Both of them were too stubborn to throw in the flag, so the surfer remained moved in and school continued to be a hellhole. In time though, Sora was unable to keep watching his friends suffer and eventually started helping Dyne too. Even if it was a bad idea, he couldn't just stand by and let everyone go through the ordeal themselves. Once, he tried to recruit Riku's help, but he received such a hurtful rejection that he never brought the topic up again. The only conclusion he could draw about his best friend's anger was that he simply hated Dyne that much.

On top of that, it was impossible to tell if their efforts were making any progress. All of the students either kept quiet about who they were voting for or openly declared that they were for Rufus. Anyone admitting that they supported Dyne put themselves at risk for terrible practical jokes. If it weren't for the fact that the voting was anonymous and moderated by the faculty of the school, there would have been no way that Dyne could possibly win.

At home, things weren't as bad, but the changes that Cloud brought with him were glaringly obvious to anyone who had ever stepped foot into the house before the surfer moved in. The man's pictures now hung on the walls and his clothes gained a permanent space next to the feminine fabrics within his girlfriend's closet. In the spare bathroom, the medicine cabinets were filled with his shaving things and his toothbrush sat proudly inside a cup on the sink. Strange gadgets pertaining to his work as a marine biologist were stored away inside the tool shed, as well as...... his surfboard. Dyne offered to pee on it, but Sora wouldn't go for the idea.

Some nights, Sora's mother and her boyfriend would spend the evening on a boat that Cloud owned or disappeared for long stays at the beach. Perhaps their nightly absence was an attempt to ease the shock of Cloud moving into the house for Sora, but it didn't take a genius to guess what they were also doing on their little getaways. However, Sora's mom did keep her promise and cooked real dinner everyday. Eating at the dining room table was kind of nice for Sora, even if he had to share the experience with an ex-Turk surfer.

On the bright side, hiding Dyne wasn't as hard as they initially thought. All the alien had to do was spend more time as a cat. Nobody ever suspected that the loyal yellow feline that trotted at Sora's heels or curled in his lap at every opportune moment was anything more than it appeared to be. Since the night of their fight, Sora eased back into being the doting owner that he used to be and treated his pet as preciously as when they first met. At times though, he preferred it when his mother and Cloud were gone; that way Dyne could shapeshift back into humanoid form and they could have normal conversations again.

Their biggest troubles only happened in the morning. During that time, Cloud was awake and wandering through the house in preparation for work or spending time at the beach. As a result, Dyne had to dress up very early and quickly and leave through the window. Usually he met up with Kairi a block away and walked with her back to the house, which made it look as if he arrived with her everyday. Thanks to the fact that Kairi was helping Dyne with his presidential campaign, she assumed that Dyne was waiting for her every morning because he wanted to discuss their daily plan of action for usurping the president's power.

With all the new things going on, it was no wonder that sometimes things felt a little odd for Sora. However, nothing was as weird as the way Dyne's behavior had changed lately. It started subtly after the night Sora had spanked him; something neither of them ever openly talked about. Asides from the fact that Dyne was running for student council, he began to obey Sora on other things almost perfectly. He never hogged the bed anymore, he didn't fool Kairi in his cat form in hopes of getting presents or kisses, and his occasional off-color remarks were practically non-existent. Most alarming of all, he was actually NICE to Riku. Sadly, that wasn't enough to win Riku over. He believed that Dyne was only trying to win his vote.

Sora developed a theory. Perhaps his pet was being the "good kitty" he claimed he would be back when he was being spanked. Whether it was true or not, Sora often felt guilty about what he did whenever Dyne passed up the opportunity to behave like his old obnoxious self. He tried to be extra nice to his pet by letting him pick any spot on the bed that he wanted and feeding him anything his heart desired. He even stopped pressuring the alien for information about Katina and what it was like to live on his home world.

Still, Dyne continued to act as if he was cowed, and eventually his behavior became even weirder. For instance, one weekend Sora awoke to the sound of scratching against the windowpane. Groggily, he turned towards the source of the noise and was horrified to spy his cat sitting outside on the windowsill with a dead mouse caught between its sharp teeth. Once he had Sora's attention, Dyne puffed up his chest as if he were displaying an impressive trophy.

"Oh GROSS put that down! Put it down! No, not on the windowsill, throw it away!" Sora shooed his pet with disgust at the mangled carcass.

Appearing confused, Dyne reluctantly left to drop his catch into a trashcan. Afterwards, he returned to the window in his human form wearing a sulky expression. "I should have gotten a bigger one."

Grimacing at the thought of an even bigger rat, Sora opened his window so that Dyne could climb in. "Why did you kill that poor thing? You should know better than that."

Still appearing put out, the blonde easily hopped over the windowsill and landed on the mattress. "But I did it for you."

"Why? What am I going to do with a dead rat?"

"I guess things are done a little different here." Dyne's tail tapped thoughtfully against the blankets. "I was trying to impress you."

Sora gave his pet a strange look. "What for?"

"Because I want to."

Dyne's answer made Sora wrinkle his brows Just once he wished his pet would make some sense. "Dead animals don't impress me. Do you mind not killing anything anymore?"

"But what am I supposed to bring you then?"

"Anything but things that used to move." There was no use trying to reason Dyne out of it. There were many strange habits that he could not break his pet out of, like licking himself clean or walking around the blankets exactly seven times before finally settling on the exact same spot he slept in every night. The most Sora could do was try to minimize Dyne's eccentricities and hope no one noticed how weird he acted.

Thankfully, Dyne took Sora's suggestion and found other presents besides maimed animals to impress him with. Spare change, intact shells from the beach, interesting stones, food and other random things were brought to Sora every day. By far, the best object was Reno's glasses, which actually did impress his master a lot. Sora had worn the shades on his head and did impressions of the redheaded Turk all day, nearly dying with laughter in the process.

That was only scratching the surface of Dyne's new eccentricities. Nowadays, he was also constantly asking for food. Although Sora was used to feeding his pet by now, he found himself constantly catering to an appetite that had doubled in size. In addition, his cat seemed nervous and flighty around him, sometimes randomly darting out of the room only to shyly return with its tail tucked between its legs. As a humanoid, Dyne would flash Sora tenuous smiles and slid his eyes to the side; a complete change from the air of proud confidence that had always surrounded the alien visitor.

Between Dyne, Cloud and the Turks trying to ruin his life, it was a wonder that Sora wasn't crushed beneath the stress. Maybe Dyne was right and he truly was "one of the stronger ones." However, things got a little out of hand one Wednesday morning, when the lie they had carefully crafted began to unravel.

On that day, Sora was in the kitchen collecting waffles for his pet. He had just finished piling a fifth wafer on the plate when a wonderful aroma teased his senses. Something spicy and herbal permeated the air, and it did not come from the food. Holding the plate in his hands, Sora meandered through the house in search of the odor's source until he eventually reached the entrance of his room.

Inside, Dyne sat at a desk while waiting for his food to arrive. Sora approached the blonde and placed his breakfast on the desk, but instead of shuffling away like he usually did, he leaned over his pet and inhaled the air above him deeply.

Noticing Sora's odd behavior, Dyne cocked a brow at him. "What?"

"You smell like cinnamon potpourri." As if unable to believe it, Sora lowered himself until the strands of Dyne's choppy hair was tickling his nose. Sure enough, the scent was coming from the blonde strands. "Mom hasn't bought that stuff in years. Where did you find it?"

"I didn't roll in the stuff, if that's what you're thinking." Despite Dyne's denial, he didn't seem surprised by the sudden manifestation of his "perfume." In fact, he looked pleased at the way Sora was hovering over him like a honeybee that's found its flower. "It's your favorite smell, isn't it?"

"Yeah. How did you guess?" Sora ruffled the longer strands of hair that swept upwards on the crown of Dyne's head. With every touch, more of that pleasant odor was released, reminding the boy of a scratch and sniff sticker.

Sora was so indulged in his petting that he barely registered the curl of Dyne's fingers around the belt loops of his pants. The catboy tilted his head back to peer into Sora's face; his brown lashes becoming lidded over an indistinguishable sea of emotion. Dyne's voice was a mere whisper, "Sora.. Do you know what pheromones are?"

"No," murmured Sora quietly. He dropped his gaze lower, past the fan of gold hair that spilled over Dyne's brow and peered into mysterious, cerulean eyes. Something in their depths bewitched him, pulling him closer to the navy fibers that burst through the pupil like the points of a star. Within that mix of light and dark blue was a secret promise, something just out of his reach, that if only he --

The doorbell rang, causing Sora to blink and return to himself. Realizing how close they were, he leaned away, only to find that Dyne tried to keep their faces near by chasing his retreat. After pulling himself out of range of.. whatever it was that Dyne was trying to do with him, he gave his pet a questioning stare. "What.. what were you doing?"

"I didn't do anything, it was you that came to me." Following the new pattern of his behavior, Dyne's gaze veered off to he side. His tail lowered completely to the floor, as if it were trying not to be noticed.

"You've been acting weird lately."

"You've been a little weird yourself. You rush to the bathroom so fast in the mornings." A corner of Dyne's pale lips lifted, displaying a familiar smile of mischief that hadn't been seen in days.

Immediately, Sora tried to hide a blush by crossing the room to his book bag. He pretended to fiddle with it in hopes of hiding his face. "Oh, um. It's been so hot lately and it makes me sweat when I sleep. I hate being sticky. I need water to get it off, I can't just lick myself, you know." Silently, Sora prayed that Dyne hadn't noticed his recent streak of morning "problems." He couldn't explain why it was happening so much lately, things had never been this bad for him since he hit puberty two years ago. He thought he had his hormones under control by now, but lately things felt a little.. out of balance.

"I see," answered Dyne innocently. He wondered if Sora was aware of how Freudian his words sounded. Little did the boy know, Dyne was the source of the uncontrollable changes in his body and his recent strange behavior. Sometimes the catboy felt sorry for causing Sora such confusion, but he was more thrilled with the Special Thing that was happening between them. The shine in Dyne's eyes should have given it away, but Sora was too na�ve to read between the lines.

Unfortunately, the boys had been too wrapped up in each other to remember that the doorbell had chimed. Since no one else seemed keen to answer it, Cloud opened the front door himself. Waiting on the porch was a rather determined looking Kairi, who had decided that today was the day she would create her own noose and hang herself with it. In other words, she had decided to ask Dyne to the homecoming dance, which was why she had shown up fifteen minutes earlier than usual.

"Good morning. Is Dyne up yet?"

Although Cloud had only been there a few days, he knew all about the story of Sora's cat. Sora's mother had told him about the sweet way the teenagers had taken care of the creature, as well as how Kairi seemed to have a mild obsession for the feline. As a result of this knowledge, Cloud couldn't help the amusement that twinkled in his eyes. "I think I saw him wandering after Sora. You really like that cat a lot, don't you?"

Realizing that the man thought she had come all this way just for the cat, Kairi let out an embarrassed giggle. If Cloud weren't so handsome, it wouldn't have bothered her so much that he knew how much she pampered their pet. "Oh no, I mean the boy. Did he wake up yet?"

Confusion replaced the humor that wrinkled the corners of Cloud's eyes. "I'm not sure I follow. Did someone sleep over here last night?"

Kairi gave Cloud an odd look. "No, I'm talking about Dyne. The blonde kid that's been staying here for the past two weeks."

Now Cloud was the one giving Kairi weird looks. "That kid that comes here with you everyday? I'm pretty sure that he doesn't live here."

"...Oh." A small frown marred Kairi's face. Cautiously, she threw in one last question. "If you don't mind me asking, you've been moved in for a while, right?"

"I've been here for the past four days." Cloud gave the girl a helpless one-shouldered shrug. If there was an extra kid living in the house, he was sure that he would notice it.

So did Kairi. She knew something was not right, and the feeling that she had been lied to did not sit well with her. "Well, I guess there's always Sora then."

With an apologetic smile, Cloud stepped aside so that Kairi could walk in. Muttering a quick "thanks," the girl walked past the man and went straight to Sora's room. Pausing just outside of it, she strained her ears to listen for any voices inside. She heard two people talking, but the sound was too muffled to distinguish what they were saying.

Kairi's lips pressed into a frown. Remembering how stupid she looked in front of Cloud because of Sora's and Dyne's lies made her angry enough to open the door and enter without announcement. She half-hoped that she would catch them doing something bad to justify the way she wanted to yell at them for causing the hurt she felt now.

Instead, the rather innocent scene of Dyne eating waffles at the table and Sora messing around with his book bag greeted her. Kairi could plainly see that her sudden entrance had startled the boys, and now that she observed Sora, she could tell that he was uncomfortable at having her there.

"Oh, you were the one at the door," said Sora in a tone that barely hid his apprehension.

"Of course I was at the door, I come here in the morning every day." Kairi's words were very clipped. Sora was her childhood friend, why would he lie about Dyne? Was this some kind of joke?

Sora scowled with defensiveness upon hearing the tightness in Kairi's voice. "Sorry. Is something up?"

Kairi could have asked him the same thing. Her feelings for Sora warred with the thoughts of his betrayal. Thankfully, she had the presence of mind not to make a scene at his house so early in the morning with the adults around. Looking foolish in front of Cloud just once was enough. So she kept the things she wanted to say tightly lidded until she was ready to free them at a more convenient time. "Yes. I want to talk to Dyne."

"....Ok."

"Alone."

Raising a brow, Sora glanced over at his pet. Dyne was barely even paying attention, he was too busy shoving waffle pieces into his mouth faster than he could chew. Shaking his head at the sight, Sora stood up and walked to the door. "Fine, I'll be in the kitchen." Where he would ponder on what he managed to do to make Kairi so peeved. Girls were so weird.

When Sora left, Kairi strode towards Dyne. He just finished the last of his waffles and was licking his fingers when the girl approached. Dyne gave Kairi a curious look. "Is this about the student council?"

"Not really." In light of the discoveries Kairi had recently made, asking Dyne out was harder than she originally expected it to be. The blonde headed kid had always been an enigma to her, and now he was even more clouded in mystery because there was no telling what other lies he had been spreading. Linking her hands behind her back, Kairi forced herself not to think about those things and concentrate on getting this stupid thing done. "Actually, I came here because," a pause followed due to the fact that she didn't really want to say the following words, "I want to ask you to the dance."

There was a stretch of silence after this statement during which Dyne gave her a skeptical look. "Are you serious?"

"Yes." The fact that Dyne questioned her that way almost made Kairi want to take her words back. "I'm serious."

Dyne reached up to readjust his cap as if it had somehow moved or became unsettled during this conversation. "Don't you want to take Sora instead?"

Kairi inhaled deeply, as if she was gathering her wits before answering Dyne's question carefully. "I always go with Sora, but he's probably tired of coming with me all the time. I just thought that for once I should do something different. You don't already have a date, do you?" Although it was true that Kairi had been to other dances with Sora, those could hardly be called real dates. They had been too young to fully appreciate the meaning behind taking someone special to a party. It was ironic that she was trying to change that aspect of their relationship by asking someone else to go to the homecoming dance.

Dyne took a few moments to consider what Kairi had said, and then he grinned as if he'd just won a prize. "Do you really want to be homecoming princess that bad?"

Kairi was shocked that Dyne was able to guess her motive so easily. Had she been that transparent all along? Still, Kairi hoped that he understood that she really did want him to win against Rufus so that they could live in peace for the rest of the year. Those efforts had always been genuine. "Selphie told you, didn't she?"

"Something like that." Actually, Kairi had told Dyne everything the last time she cuddled with him while he was a cat. As usual, she had the best secrets.

Unfortunately, Kairi's imagination supplied what must have happened between Dyne and Selphie. Her friend probably threatened to torture the blonde if he didn't say yes to being Kairi's date. Great, now he was never going to be her date to the homecoming dance. The heaviness of defeat made her shoulders slump.

Although Selphie meant well, she just didn't understand that Kairi was not one of those girls who could walk up to a guy and have them wrapped around her little finger. She was no Elena. No way Kairi would ever be that pretty. "Oh. I understand if you don't want to go with me then."

"Are you kidding? I didn't nominate you for nothing. Just don't paint your face too much." Dyne still cringed whenever he remembered the nightmarish mask that Kairi had arrived with on the first day of school.

"Then.. it's a yes?" Kairi's heart fluttered with the thought of acceptance.

"How can it not be a yes? Sora will be really impressed when you win."

With happiness, Kairi threw her arms around a surprised Dyne and gave him a tight squeeze. "Thank you!" Not only was he going to help her become princess, but he understood that she was doing this for Sora and was willing to help her. This was better than anything she could have asked for.

Unable to resist the opportunities that came from being so close to Kairi, Dyne wasted no time wrapping an arm over her shoulders. As with Sora, he wished that she would treat him as nicely as she did when he was a cat. Naturally, for that to happen Dyne would need to learn how to control his mouth, a feat that wasn't happening anytime soon. "Of course, you'll have to give me something."

That comment had the effect of sapping all of the joy out of Kairi's face. She should have known! "Don't push your luck," she answered stonily as she began to pull away.

"What? I just want a goodnight kiss!"

Kairi glared at Dyne.

"On the cheek! You act like it's the end of the world."

Nervous, accepting laughter fell from Kairi's lips. For some reason, she thought that Dyne would have expected more. A little of her humor returned. "Heheh, I can do that."

"I'm not that ugly am I?" Smiling, Dyne lightly bumped Kairi's chin with the knuckles of his free hand before releasing the one-armed hug that had been draped over her shoulders.

"Not too ugly," Kairi joked with a grin of her own. She had to admit, when she got past Dyne's weirdness he did look really cute. Clearly he was trying to be her friend; he always supported her and now was willing to help her out with Sora. But why did you have to lie to me?

Then and there, Kairi wanted to ask him why he lied about staying at Sora's house. However, before the words came forth, something amazing teased at her senses. Kairi turned her head from left to right in an attempt to pinpoint the source of what it had been, and then centered her searching look on Dyne. "Are you wearing cologne?"

Judging by the wide-eyed look on Dyne's face, Kairi's words surprised him. "You smell something?"

Kairi dropped her head in a nod. "I smell sandalwood. You find lots of it in the mountains at the play island. I love the way it smells." Seized by a strange urge to find out where that scent was coming from, Kairi leaned over the back of Dyne's chair to inhale the air around him. Her fingers moved without conscious thought to gently cup the side of the blonde's face. There was something so familiar about touching him; a knowledge that was just barely out of her reach.

As Dyne had imagined, Kairi's hands felt just as nice against skin as with fur. She even petted the same way; starting by his whiskers � or in this case, cheek, and then roaming upward to rub between his ears � uh oh. Dyne snapped out of the pleasured lull that Kairi's stroking had put him in just as her fingers skirted the edges of his hat. He clamped a hand over the back of his head to make sure that the baseball cap remained snug against his scalp. "What about Sora?"

Sora? Blinking, Kairi pulled her hand away from Dyne's face. That's right, Sora was waiting for them to finish talking. What had she just been doing anyway? A feeling of strangeness overcame her with the realization that she had just zoned out and done something very, very weird. Did Dyne somehow coax her into touching him? No, it had been of her own free will. What was going on?

Suddenly, Kairi had to know the secret they were hiding. Maybe it would explain why she felt like she knew Dyne. They might have met a long time ago, but she was sure that she would have remembered his face. Kairi wanted some answers. "Why are you and Sora lying about you living here?"

Shit. Dyne stiffened from head to toe. How did she find out? "What are you talking about?"

The only thing keeping Kairi from marching to Sora right now and shaking the information out of him was the fact that Dyne was willing to help her with her problems. If he was okay with going that far for her, then naturally Dyne should trust her enough to tell her what was going on. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. I've talked to Cloud and he barely even knows who you are."

"Cloud," that son of a bitch. Dyne knew this was going to happen. Thinking fast, he went with the first excuse that popped in his head. "That's because.. that.. that Cloud. He.." The catboy glanced at Kairi wearing this fake, sad scowl that was supposed to make him look as if he were on the verge of tears. "He refuses to acknowledge my presence. He obviously doesn't want me around. Just because he thinks I'm a freeloader, whenever anyone comes around he tells them that I don't live here. Can you believe that jerk? Only here for like four days and already acting like he's the man of the house. He's a horrible asshole and I'm sick of his emotional abuse!"

Outside, a distant call of "goodbye Sora" was chimed by Cloud. Kairi looked towards the window to spy the man walking towards the beach with his surfboard tucked under his arm. As always, Cloud was picture perfect with his sweet smile and easygoing demeanor.

That man was capable of emotional abuse?

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and an annoyed Sora poked his head into the room. "Are you guys done yet? What are you talking about that I have to be left out anyway?"

No, they were far from done, but Kairi didn't feel like hearing more lies. It took all of her self-restraint to compose herself after having her intelligence insulted by Dyne's latest whopper. "I just needed to ask him something personal."

"Is it about my birthday?" Excitement entered Sora's voice. His fifteenth birthday was only a few days away, and he'd gotten the impression that there was a huge surprise waiting for him.

Hearing Sora sound so happy made Kairi melt inside. It reminded her that no matter what his intentions were, her friend would never hurt her on purpose. What would make her sweet Sora turn into a liar? Worry began to replace the anger she had initially felt. "Sorry Sora, my lips are sealed."

"Awwww!"

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Later on that day, Dyne told Sora that Kairi had asked him to the homecoming dance. He was nice enough to leave out the reason for the girl's sudden interest in him since it was obvious that Kairi was simply waiting for the perfect moment to reveal her feelings herself. Sora was stunned by the news, because he had expected her to be his date like always.

With a teasing lilt to his voice, Dyne asked Sora if he was jealous. Of course he wasn't jealous, it was just.. weird. Besides, now that Kairi had a date, what was he going to do? It was mean to leave him high and dry like this! ..Even though, technically, they never made real plans or talked about it. Sora just assumed that she would be his backup date for every dance.

Of course, Riku had a partner already. Practically every girl in the school would rip off their right arm just to go out with him. Psh, it was stupid. Why would Kairi want to take Dyne? By the end of the day, Sora had run through a gamut of reasons as to why an alien would be picked over him. Did he dance badly? Was he boring? Was his hair too long? Too short? Did he get ugly? Did he smell??

Unable to come up with a viable explanation as to why Kairi wouldn't take him, that same Wednesday night Sora called her house in order to hear the answers straight from the horse's mouth.

Mentally, he counted the number of times the phone rang until Kairi picked up.

Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing. "Heshlo?"

"It's me. You getting ready to go to bed?"

"Yesshh." The scratching sound that came from Kairi's end of the line confirmed that she was brushing her teeth.

Well used to talking to his friend while she was crunching on something, Sora didn't mind that Kairi's mouth was full. "You know, I was wondering. About the dance. You're really going with Dyne?"

"Mmhmm."

"So it's true?" Sora had been hoping that Dyne was lying again.

" --scratchscratchDuhSorascratch-- "

"It's just that sometimes he makes up stories, I had to be sure. You know how, uhm. Weird he can be sometimes." As much as Sora hated to say it, his pet was a pervert.

"Ptooie. I'm a big girl, I can handle it."

"..Oh..."

"Is that all you called me for?"

"Yeah, I guess that's it.."

"You liar." Kairi twisted open a squeaky faucet. To overcome the noise of rushing water, she raised her voice. "You've been lying to me a lot lately you know. Don't think I haven't noticed."

Stunned, Sora was quiet for moment. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that he had been found out. "..Kairi.."

"Don't think Riku hasn't noticed either. We talked about it today. You and Dyne are keeping something from us." There was a long pause as Kairi rinsed out her mouth and then turned off the water. An audible sigh was exhaled into the receiver. "We've decided that whatever it is, we won't ask you for the truth until your birthday because we don't want to ruin that. After though, Sora, you better come clean or we're going to have problems."

Sora could only respond with silence.

"Please don't go quiet on me! That's not you Sora, you never were that way before. Why can't you trust me? We've been friends since we were little kids! When have I ever given away a secret or hurt you? Because this does hurt me, OK?"

"I'm sorry," murmured Sora in a soft voice.

"Sora, when you're ready, please come to me. We'll work through things together. I promise that whatever it is, I won't be mad and I won't freak out. Don't forget that I'm here for you."

"...yeah.."

Each monosyllabic response made Kairi's spirits sink. Why was it so hard to get through to Sora? It was like he was closing himself off. "As for the dance.. You can always go with Selphie, she wouldn't say no. Just promise me that you'll think hard about why I'm taking Dyne. Maybe the answer will come to you."

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Unfortunately, the only answer that Sora could come up with was that he was a liar and Kairi knew it. Still, it didn't make sense to take Dyne to the dance instead of him since the alien told just as many lies.

In the end, the way Kairi and Riku were hurt was more important than why Sora was stuck taking Selphie to the dance. Every day, he regretted not telling his friends what was really going on, but he felt that he had made the right choice at the time. Kairi needed less stress and Riku was too unpredictable lately to trust with his cat's secret.

As usual, Dyne supported letting the truth be revealed, but Sora couldn't bring himself to believe that everything was going to work itself out. Beneath it all, he secretly worried that someone was going to take his pet away from him. Dyne was still his cat, the one that he nursed back to life, that he took care of, that he protected and lied for, and frankly, it had been kind of fun keeping this one little secret just between the two of them. For the first time, Sora didn't want to share.

With Kairi's ultimatum dangling over his head like a hangman's noose, Sora spent his days very off-centered. Kairi always gave him sad smiles and Riku was constantly angry about something. On top of that, the Turks still spent every moment of their day trying to embarrass him; especially Reno, who spent soccer practices making Sora and Dyne look bad on the field. Thrown into the mix was Cloud, who was trying to get to know his girlfriend's son, but Sora didn't have the heart to connect with the man.

As if there was not enough stress in Sora's life, Dyne was becoming increasingly strange as time went by. One morning, Sora woke up to find his pet feverishly licking his hip as if it were the most delicious morsel in the world. His fur felt as if it was on fire, causing Sora to come to the conclusion that Dyne was sick. This scared him more than anything else did; there were no veterinarians on Destiny Islands and even if there were, what good could they do for an alien?

� � Dyne's condition worsened with every passing day. Eventually he refused to go to school and begged his owner to stay home with him. Sora tried to persuade his mother to let him skip school, but his excuses wouldn't work with her. In the end, it was all he could do to tuck his pet into bed and leave a bowl and glass filled with cold water within reach.

Before Sora left, he tried to make his feverish companion promise to go to his mother for help if his condition worsened regardless of the consequences. However, Dyne insisted that he wasn't sick even though frightening trembles were making his teeth chatter. Wearing a light smirk, the catboy turned down the promise and told Sora that he really didn't know what he was asking for.

Sora went to school frustrated over Dyne's stubbornness and spent the day worrying over him. As soon as his classes were over, he skipped soccer practice and rushed all the way back home. Upon returning to his room, he found that it was saturated with the smell of spicy cinnamon. Dyne was still in the same place he left him, though the blankets had been uprooted from their tucking as if the catboy had been tossing around in his sleep.

When Sora entered the room, Dyne watched his every move with piercing intensity. "Come closer," he whispered in a soft voice. "There's something I have to tell you."

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Sora walked to the bed and gently settled beside Dyne. His alien friend was completely flushed and so hot that Sora could feel it without touching him.

"Pet me," murmured Dyne. When Sora obeyed and began to softly stroke the hair behind his cat-like ears, Dyne closed his eyes and shivered from head to tail. "Uhn.. I'm so glad that you do that again."

Ducking his head, Sora looked apologetic at the mention of how he treated Dyne when he first revealed his human form to him.

"It's alright. We've become great friends anyway, right?" Dyne shared a small smile with Sora over that. "If it weren't for you, I would have died after my ship crashed. You didn't even want anything in return for taking care of me. That doesn't happen a lot on Katina. Sora, it's because of that, that I - "

"Please don't die," interrupted Sora in a shaky voice. "I'll take you to a human doctor. I don't care if they find out who you are, I can't let you go like this!"

In response to this plaintive outburst, Dyne stared at Sora as if he were the two-headed freak at the circus. "Die? You think I'm dying?!" Judging by the pale expression on Sora's face, it was obvious that the boy really did think that Dyne was going to kick the bucket. The catboy didn't know whether to laugh or smack Sora. Instead of doing either, he quickly sat up, displaying that he was far from weak and helpless despite his mild shaking. "That is not what this is about."

Before Sora could say anymore genius things, Dyne wrapped his arms around his master's neck. The ears atop the nest of his gold hair pointed forwards; attentive to every rustle of the brunette's clothing beneath his fingertips and against the bed; listening for every hitch in breath and increase in the muted thrumming of a confused heart.

Although Sora been held by his pet many times, there was something different about it this time. A tingly sensation was beginning in his spine, one that he experienced whenever Kairi brushed his hair or Riku worked his muscles in a soothing massage. It was a feeling that he linked with closeness, which made him smile gently. He had never felt it with someone who wasn't his family or best friends.

Moments ago, Sora had been worried that his pet was sick and dying, but those thoughts and the perplexity at Dyne's current actions were whisked away by the tangy fragrance that enveloped him. Delightful cinnamon lulled him into a dreamy and receptive state so complete that when a raspy tongue laved at the skin of his neck he found himself tilting his head to give it more access.

"It was a tough choice you know." Dyne's voice barely pierced the fog in the Sora's mind. The catboy shivered even though he was burning up; heated by a culminating desire that was taking his breath away. Sora's skin was ambrosia that he couldn't stop tasting, and he demanded more of it. Capturing spiky brown hair in a fist, he orchestrated the surrender of Sora's throat with a firm tug.

Within such a powerful thrall, it was hard for the drugged boy to think or move. The innocent prickling that had always centered between Sora's shoulder blades was traveling lower, stopping only when it hovered just behind his heart. Dyne painted a trail with his tongue towards the hollow of his neck, while his free hand stole a corner of Sora's sleeve and tugged it until his collar stretched past a round shoulder. In a good impression of Dracula, he bit a place at the base of Sora's jugular that made the boy swoon to the mattress with a soft whimper.

Every passing second of this dance increased Dyne's excitement. He'd waited and wanted this from the moment he gifted Sora with his purr. Crawling over the other's supine body, Dyne propped himself on his palms and knees so that he could look down at Sora and tell him what he had decided in the past few days. "Kairi took good care of me too. I like her, I'm willing to share you with her." His tail undulated to and fro in a seductive little dance behind him, happily taking part in this little confession. "But you're the one I choose."

"Dyne," pleaded Sora in a strained voice, though he didn't know what he was asking his pet for. He didn't understand what was being said here or why what they were doing felt so sinfully good. This was nebulous territory for the boy, who had never experienced carnal desire on the extreme level that Dyne currently did.

Indeed, Dyne was so turned on that his fever surged and his body quaked with need. His voice was husky and desperate as he shakily lifted Sora's shirt and clawed at the hem of his shorts. "I choose you to be my First." A wave of absolute hunger for Sora rocked his core and forced a cry of piteous urgency from his lips. Unable to wait any longer, he laid himself out over the body beneath him. "Un.. Sora.. I've wanted this.." Dyne ducked his head as a stronger ache made him rub a rock hard erection against Sora's cloth covered crotch. "Please.. haah.. fuck me!"

WHAT.

The clock struck twelve and the spell over Sora was broken. There was no telling what saved him first, those dirty little words or the hot cock that Dyne was determined to slip under his shorts. Sheer panic cleared the pheromone's effect, allowing everything that was happening around the boy to be cognitively processed at lightning speed. "W-wait a minute!"

"I don't care if it hurts." As soon as Sora sat up, Dyne wrapped his legs around his master's waist and encouraged the boy to get on with the sex by licking his face in quick little strokes. The cat ears atop his head drooped submissively to the sides, indicating that he was ready for the taking. "Mmm.. just put it in me.. hurry up.. I need it.. meow."

Horrified, Sora tried to shush his pet before someone in the house heard what Dyne was saying. The catboy refused to be silenced until he got what he needed and began to yowl as loudly as any cat looking to get laid.

"Stop it! Mom and Cloud will hear you!"

Unfortunately, Dyne was too far-gone to stop or even listen to a thing Sora said anymore. Then, just as things couldn't get any worse, Sora's mother called through the door. "Sora, there's no way that cat is staying inside if it's going to be that noisy. Take it out."

"...Ok mom!" Sora answered in a squeaky voice, because Dyne had taken up humping his lap. The boy tried to peel his pet off, but Dyne refused to be dislodged and protested loudly whenever body contact between them was reduced. Since Sora's mom was complaining already, it was only a matter of time before the woman attempted to come into the room to get rid of the cat herself. This left only one option.

Carrying his lust-crazed burden, Sora unlatched the window of his room and jumped outside. Then he ran to the backyard as fast as his legs could carry him before any of his neighbors spotted him lugging a naked boy with fuzzy ears and tail. His destination was the tool shed, which thankfully had been left unlocked. The door was thrown open and he stumbled inside, not because he had tripped but due to Dyne's tail creeping along his thigh beneath his shorts. Things clattered and fell noisily as he fumbled through the darkened interior, until he finally managed to plop the blonde's butt on a tool bench.

"Mmmnn Sora, this position is a little hard for a beginner."

"Dyne, I'm.." Frantically, Sora tried to pry his pet's legs from around his waist. "I-I'm not ready!"

"Then take off your clothes before I rip them! Rrrrwr."

Sadly, Dyne didn't understand what was really being communicated here. Under the presumption that Sora was "getting ready," the catboy released his death grip on the boy's body. Immediately, Sora backpedaled away from the bench until he managed to leave the shed. As soon as he was outside, the door was closed with a resounding bang.

"Sora?" Confusion riddled the inquiry of the name. As if in answer, the sure click of a padlock being snipped into place reached Dyne's ears. "Sora!"

Outside, Sora hugged himself as if his pet's cries hurt him physically.

"Sora!!" Dyne hopped onto another table where a window allowed him to look outside. The view was obscured by slim but strong metal bars placed very close together for the express purpose of keeping squirrels from getting into the tool shed. Dyne's eyes were wide and fearful as he peered through the metal rods. "Sora, don't leave me like this!"

Sora shook his head and began to back away.

"Sora!! Please, I'll do anything! I'll suck your cock! I'll make you cum, just please don't leave me like this, I thought you liked me!" A keening wail was building in Dyne's throat. "Haven't I been a good kitty?"

Unable to listen to Dyne's begging anymore, Sora's expression crumbled before he turned and ran blindly to the house. He burst through the front door, much to the adults' surprise, and went straight for his bedroom. He dived beneath the sheets of his bed and pulled the blankets over his head to block out the distant sound of his pet crying soulfully for him. A dry sob escaped his lips.

Inside the living room, Sora's mother exchanged a look with Cloud. "I guess he's just at that age."

Chuckling, Cloud distantly remembered his own bouts with hormones and moodiness when he was a teenager. Then, the adults settled down and spent a few peaceful moments in silence. After a while, Cloud's brows knitted together as if something just occurred to him. "Isn't that cat male?"

"Yes, it's a boy."

"You know that's funny." Cloud lowered his papers. "I thought only female cats went into heat."

"Maybe he sees another girl cat that he can't get to. Like in the cartoons, where they sit in the alley and "sing" all night until someone throws a boot at it."

Cloud chuckled at that imagery before returning to his scientific reports with one last comment. "Sounds like one frustrated cat."

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