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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, Fall_Out_Boy
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Brendon_Urie, Pete_Wentz
  Additional Tags:
      Previous_Gerard_Way/Lindsey_Ballato, Kittens, Kitten_Frank, Dom/sub, Cat/
      Human_Hybrids, Smut, Fluff_and_Angst, Artist_Gerard_Way, Teacher_Gerard
      Way, Teacher-Student_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-14 Updated: 2016-05-30 Chapters: 8/? Words: 13435
****** The Finding Of A Mate ******
by EmoBean
Summary
     Gerard is a lonesome widower, burying his sorrow in his work- being
     an art teacher.
     His life was slowly going down the drain, he felt alone and depressed
     in a world encased with sorrow. One afternoon, he runs into what he
     thinks is a student, stealing school supplies, but it turns out the
     boy is something else entirely.
     Frank is an orphan werecat. With no money to provide an education for
     himself and barely enough food to live, he turns to begging, using
     his adorable cat form to lure individuals into feeding him. One of
     these victims turns out to be an art teacher, Gerard Way.
     Follow the two on a journey of sorrow, kinship, sexual tension,
     mating, and so much shameful smut.
Notes
     hey, everyone! this is inspired by Bellachanmustdie, an author that
     has made a kitten fic that to die for, and another author called
     Digdeepenough, part of my favourite books fanfics hou$ewives.com and
     Ex-Husbands. both have inspired me to give it a shot. hope you like
     it, comment if you want more.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Don't Lock Cats In Bathrooms *****
"Okay everyone, make sure those sheets are done by Monday," Gerard was sick of
his work. Bratty teenagers, general apathy and hormones metaphorically choked
him, and not in a good way.
He had yet to find a student that cared. At least he got paid for teaching-
there weren't many other schools around these parts, this one had put them out
of business.
His students wandered out of the door, some very urgent to squeeze through the
small archway. The door smacked shut, silencing the room eerily.
There were many paint pots and brushes left out on the desks, eyes rolling as
he packed them up, carefully washing the brushes. He sighed as his eyes took in
the messy workspace, walking to the back room to locate a sponge.
He let out a noise of triumph as he located one, moving towards the door.
"Meow!"
Gerard's attention was solely focused on the noise. Was is a cat he just heard?
"Hello? No one's supposed to be in here, teachers only!" He almost giggled as
he heard a curse, noises and scrabbling could be heard from where he stood.
A figure emerged from behind a shelf. "Now tell me, why were you-"
An audible gasp came from his own mouth, cheeks flushing at the obvious noise.
Stood before him was a short boy. Pale skin, sinful mouth and cute body paired
together in a dangerous whirlwind.
"W-why were you in here?" Gerard cursed himself mentally as he stuttered, not
wanting to embarrass himself in front of this stranger. He hadn't even spoken a
word yet and he was entranced by the disheveled boy. "Are you one of my
students?"
The mystery student didn't talk, just shook his head and moved around Gerard.
Before he could stop the mute person, he placed his hand on the door knob,
jiggling it desperately.
"The door's locked," the boy's eyes widened in fear. "Don't worry- here,"
Gerard moved closer to him, noticing as the beautiful creature flinched away.
Gerard put the key in, twisting the lock and propping the door open.
He watched the boy leave abruptly, wanting to chase after him, deciding against
it.
He'd see him again.
***
Frank's cheeks were on fire.
The attractive teacher had left him flustered, caught in the act of stealing
art supplies and textbooks. The man had luckily not noticed the square shape
under his hoodie. The man was familiar to him; he had seen him multiple times
as he wandered around in cat form, the teacher stopping to pet him or give him
scraps of food.
Frank was an orphan werecat. Plain and simple. No parents, no siblings and no
belongings.
He knew he had to steal. It was a part of his lifestyle- there was no other way
he could survive. The streets were packed with dangerous people, police and
thugs alike.
The number of times he had almost been drugged or raped was uncountable.
He wasn't living, he didn't have a life. He was a ghost, drifting through
crowds and staying unseen, even in the most populated places.
A boyfriend is what he needed. Or a husband, and Frank was desperate to get
hitched soon.
That teacher was just so... hot. He seemed to be so caring, so gentle. That was
what Frank needed in his life.
Who was he kidding? That man looked like he was twenty-five, Frank was only
seventeen. Not only was it never going to happen, it would've been illegal, and
he can't share his secret. He should've known better.
Traversing the familiar streets, he found the empty dumpster, clean and
industrial. He would invest in a lock one day, he thought as he climbed over
the lid, closing it behind him. The only comforts were a thin sliver of light
peering through the crack in his ramshackle home, and a ratty, torn blanket
spread out on the metal floor.
A stray tear leaked out of his eye, travelling down his face as he sobbed in
the dark, tail curled into his side. He was so alone, desperate for help and
affection. A total damsel in distress, needing a knight in shining armor to
swoop down from up above and save him.
He took off his beanie, running his fingers through his dark hair, purring in
the dark as the pads of them ran across his sensitive ears.
Werecat, what a strange title, for such a strange boy.
***
Gerard settled in his empty suburban home, sad eyes meeting with the empty bed
in his room that was once occupied by his brother.
He was gone, there was no getting him back, killed in an unfortunate plane
crash. All that warmed Gerard's heart now was a stray cat that wandered around
the streets. Often the creature would scratch at his door, Gerard knowing the
routine as he grabbed the tinned cat food.
His schedule was now empty apart from that- his time spent waiting for the cat
to come to his door.
The cat was so fluffy and soft- it must have been domesticated. But there was
no collar, would he be microchipped?
Gerard would trap the cat, he decided. He'd bring him to the vet the next
morning to check who his owner was.
A scratching sound emanated from the door, alerting Gerard of the kitten's
arrival.
He opened the bathroom door, putting a water dish and food in the tiled room
before greeting the animal.
The cat was licking at its paw when Gerard opened the door, abandoning it's
cleaning and leisurely strolling through the door like he owned the place. Nose
to the carpet, the animal tracked down the awaiting food, stepping unknowingly
into the bathroom to eat.
Slam!
Gerard's heart lurched as he heard the distressed noises coming from the other
side of the closed door, the cat scratching desperately and almost maniacally
at the wood separating the two. This wasn't animal cruelty, was it? His trust
must've been lost.
He trudged to his room, stripping to his underwear and huddling under the
isolating blankets, eyes drifting to a close, unaware of what he had trapped in
his toilet.
***
Frank awoke to the sound of a door opening, shivering in a weakened state from
transforming during his sleep.
A gasp came from above, obviously from Gerard, the man who had trapped him in
here last night.
Frank couldn't have prevented the change if he wanted to, face flushed from the
attention his body was receiving from the teacher's stare.
"You! What are you doing here? Where's Shadow?" Frank's cute nose wrinkled up.
The teacher found it hard to keep a straight face, hoping his expression didn't
give away his arousal.
"Is that what you called m- it?" Gerard looked confused at the wording, nodding
his head. "Well, there's no easy way to say this." Gerard's eyes begged the boy
to elaborate further.
"I am this... 'Shadow' you speak of. But that's not my name, my name is Frank,"
He didn't expect this guy to believe him. He was expecting to meet a cold
padded room very soon if he flipped out. He did the unexpected.
The teacher fainted, falling backwards and landing lightly on the carpet, limp.
Shit.
***
Gerard awoke with a pounding head, hands pushing himself up from the bed. His
eyes took in his surroundings, realising he was on his bed.
Remembering the night before, his eyes widened. Frank is a werecat.
"Frank?" Gerard called out in his empty apartment. Did the feline leave
already? Gerard huffed in disappointment, grabbing a new shirt and chucking it
on before walking into the living room.
He half expected it to be empty, instead finding a naked body in front of his
plasma screen television. The boy was swatting at the screen, completely bare
and unaware of the man's arrival.
"Noooo, stop it, meow!" Frank grunted in frustration. Gerard's eyes were drawn
to the soft tail protruding from his tailbone, eyes widening in surprise.
"Jeez, Frank put some clothes on," Gerard secretly didn't want him to, his
request alerting the boy to his presence. The naked figure just hissed at him,
darting away from the moving screen and around the island table of his kitchen.
"Frank, I'm not going to chase you," Gerard knew he was going to have to run
after the boy at some point, "Just come back, let's talk about what's going
on."
Frank peered around the corner, licking the back of his hand lightly with his
mischievous tongue, eyes wide and staring at the man.
"Meow, what's your n-name?" He found the noises endearing, so cute coming from
the kitten-boy.
"Gerard, but to you it's Mr. Way," Frank looked puzzled and slightly hurt by
this, Gerard rushing to fix it. "Because you're a student at the school I teach
art and English for, you aren't supposed to call me by my first name."
"B-but... I'm not a st-student, I don't do the learning with people," Now it
was Gerard's turn to look puzzled, cogs in his mind clicking over to come up
with an answer.
"Do you go to a different school?" The cat shook his head, standing on shaky
legs to face Gerard. He desperately tried to not look down at the feline's
member, that was downright bestiality. There was no way he was allowed to be
aroused, it was just that Frank's so goddamn cute and naked.
"Where do you live? Can I drop you home?" Frank shook his head again, meowing
in distaste at the mentioning of his dumpster.
"Can I, m-meow, stay here until I change back? I can't go out like this," Frank
pointed a small finger at the swishing tail and furry ears.
"Do you belong to someone, Frankie?" The boy's eyes narrowed at that, letting
out a loud hiss as he pounced on Gerard, both falling backwards onto the plush
carpet.
"No one loves me! I haven't been marked- I don't, meow... Belong to anyone."
Gerard finally understood- he was a homeless kitty. The sadness in the feline's
eyes killed any chance of getting hot at the thought of him being on top. The
kitten stood up, running into Gerard's room with the teacher hot on his tail-
literally.
The cat stopped in front of his dressers, yanking open one before pulling out a
large shirt, placing it over his head and pulling his arms through. Gerard
decided that he always wanted the boy in his clothes.
Frank purred at the scent imbued within the shirt, the smell of sweat and
testosterone and fresh laundry pouring into his skilled nose. He felt protected
by the aroma, blanketed in an impenetrable forcefield of Gerard's fragrance.
The man watched the scene unfold in front of him, Frank obviously enjoying the
article of clothing. Gerard cleared his throat, capturing the attention of the
stunning boy.
"Do you have any... w-women's underwear I can borrow? It hurts my skin l-less,
meow," Gerard understood entirely, opening his underwear in hopes of finding
some of Lynz's old underwear. He found a plain white cotton pair, chucking it
at the boy.
Frank recoiled and hissed, beginning to tear the underwear to shreds.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing?!" Frank looked up at the startled man with a
predatory look in his eyes.
"It smelled icky, like lady parts. Find me something fresh, please."
Frank felt sorrow weave into his heart. The underwear smelled of another woman,
mixed with Gerard's arousal- the man already had a mate, dashing his hopes of
claiming Gerard as his.
To test his theory, Frank breathed in the stench, walking over to Gerard and
sniffing around his body.
"W-what are you doing?" Gerard yelped as he felt teeth scrape against his
sensitive neck, Frank wandering lower to smell his stomach.
"Sniffing for l-lady, your m-mate."
Gerard's eyes widened in realisation. "No, no Frank, she uh..." He prevented
tears from welling in his eyes. "She's in a better place now, we aren't
together," Gerard closed his eyes, trying to keep his emotions inside.
The cat meowed in sorrow as fear-scented pheromones rolled off Gerard in waves.
He shrunk back from the powerful scent, feeling an odd stirring of his stomach.
When Gerard opened his eyes, Frank was gone.
***** Salmon And Bites *****
Chapter Summary
     Gerard likes to feed his baby well, Frank is feeling a bit nippy.
Chapter Notes
     hope you guys will enjoy this! i have school tomorrow, but ill update
     soon i promise! in the meantime, check my other stories out.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Frank shivered, tail curled under his chin as he slept in cat-form. He awoke to
a banging on the dumpster lid, ears pricking up as the lid opened, revealing a
smiling Brendon.
"Get changed. I have something to show you."
He didn't know what the 'something' was, but his curiosity got the better of
him, body enlargening as the change took over. Frank pulled on abandoned jeans,
whimpering at the lack of underwear. Have you seen the prices of lingerie? And
men's underwear was so scratchy and too high up for his soft tail.
Grabbing an abandoned hoodie, he pulled it over his head, climbing awkwardly
over the side of his home. It was hard to get out, even with his feline-like
balance. He was just too goddamn short.
Brendon was waiting patiently at the end of the alley, sweating under the hat
he was wearing- Frank remembering just in time to pull the hood over his ears
as an elderly lady walked by. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's up, B-Dog?" Frank teased, being called something related to a canine
was an obvious insult to the sassy cat.
"Ha. So funny. I found the human- your human, doing something weird. You should
check it out," Frank nodded, giving the nice-smelling man a brief hug before
pulling away, starting down the road towards the familiar house.
Frank wasn't a man of manners, barging through the front door and being met
with an empty house. Strange. He smelt Gerard here, why wasn't he anywhere to
be seen?
Wandering down the too-large hallway, he opened a few doors, walking into empty
bedrooms and bathrooms before he came across a labelled door.
'Way, Gerard- Office'. He knew he shouldn't enter, going to turn away before he
heard a loud groan.
His ears perked up with curiosity, hands meeting with the door handle quietly
and twisting slightly. The door cracked open silently, Frank peeping through
the gap.
He let out a startled hiss, eyes widening at the scene.
***
Gerard never felt so sexually frustrated in his life. The cute kitten would not
stay out of his mind, plaguing his thoughts as he graded papers, entering his
dreams as he napped.
His fingers always felt along the small mark where Frank had grazed his teeth
along his skin, two small etches near his pale collarbone that felt strangely
erogenous.
Just by touching the already-fading mark, he felt... aroused, to say the
slightest, primal urges smothering his sensible ones.
He felt like a teenage boy, literally searching 'cat fetish porn' into his
favourite website, clicking on the first video he saw.
Okay, so maybe it was a bad idea. The scene on his computer chucked all his
inhibitions out the window, leading him to stuff his hands down his pants and
pull out his throbbing erection.
The video depicted an obviously fake cat hybrid, bent over the edge of a desk
as a man pounded into him from behind. The moans were plastic and the
background music was gag-reflex-triggering, but it got him off.
He was leaking profusely, hand working desperately along his own shaft. He
shimmied his pants down further, trying to prevent any leakage from staining
his sweatpants. It was already a little too late- the grey material slightly
darker at the front from his erection tenting it.
Successfully kicking his pants off, he resumed his movements, hands grasping
tightly at the desperate flesh. It had been a long time since he had gotten
off- his full balls were an obvious sign of that. He just hadn't felt right
having sex with someone else within a year of Lynz's death. He urged himself
not to think of it as he neared his peak, changing to a rougher video of a poor
cat getting wrecked by a bigger man.
That's what did it for him- size difference. Being so in control mentally and
physically, your partner being helpless in the most delicious way. But as soon
as someone said no, his erection died horribly. He had experienced that very
awkwardly a few times.
He heard a gasp behind him, swivelling in his office chair, meeting the gaze of
a flushed and annoyed Frank, caught dick in hand.
Frank darted to the laptop lightning-quick and shut it with a slam.
"F-Frankie! Uh... what are you doing here?" He felt his harsh gaze, moving to
grab his sweatpants up but deciding against it. Let the kitten see him naked,
he had nothing to be ashamed of.
"Brendon told me you were... d-doing something weird, meow," Frank tearing up
slightly. "Were they your boyfriends?"
A moment of realisation washed over Gerard. The kitten was upset at the thought
of him being with someone else. "No, Frankie, they were just internet people."
"I-internet people?" Gerard nodded, Frank letting out an obvious sigh of
relief. He gave an awkward wave, turning to leave.
"Wait, wait, you can stick around if you want, I was going to make some lunch
if you wanted to join," Frank thought over the offer, nodding slightly and
turning around as Gerard pulled up his pants, walking past him and to the
kitchen.
 
Frank followed closely behind, panting heavily underneath his hoodie. It was so
hot, and he couldn't just take it off. He understood that being naked was a
taboo with humans, he didn't want to offend Gerard in any way.
They both entered the kitchen, Frank standing awkwardly as Gerard grabbed some
food. "Make yourself at home, take off your jumper and take a seat, this'll
only take a second."
Gerard began to fillet some salmon, grinning to himself as he heard content
purring beside him. He felt confused, turning to the source of the noise. Frank
was sitting cross-legged, adorable smile facing up at him and hood pulled down,
revealing the cutest cat ears, nestled amongst his head.
"Hungry?" Gerard questioned, Frank nodding as he leant down, scratching behind
his ears.
Gerard felt startled as the most pornographic noise left the kittens mouth,
mouth slackening at the attention his sensitive ears were receiving.
Frank looked up at him, a puzzled expression settling on his face. "Is there
something wrong, Gerard?" The man shook his head hurriedly, returning to the
chopping board.
"Ah, mother of fuck!" Frank jumped up in surprise, nostrils filling with the
scent of blood as he watched Gerard clutch at his finger.
Frank quickly took his hand, tongue lapping over the small cut as Gerard's eyes
widen in surprise. He felt tingly, the cut slowly closing over, replaced with a
small scar, skin slightly paler.
"W-what the HELL was that, Frank?" The kitten cowered back in fear, scrambling
past the island counter and into the hall.
"Shit, Frank wait!" Gerard ran after the frightened kitten, hearing the door to
his art room slam shut.
He leant against the cold wood, fists lightly banging against the dark surface
separating the two. "I'm sorry Frankie... I'm not used to whatever that was, do
you forgive me?" Gerard hoped his soft words could penetrate the thick wood,
not wanting to startle the cat by yelling again.
Gerard inhaled deeply, opening the door lightly. Frank was perched on a stool
at his sketch table.
"Are these your b-boyfriend's eyes, meow?" Frank squeaked sadly, holding up the
rough sketch of the two penetrating hazel orbs.
"No, Frankie, I don't have a boyfriend, silly," Frank lowered his head in
shame, cursing himself mentally for being so stupid. "Don't beat yourself up,
those belong to you."
Frank wiped his tears away. "They... a-are, meow?" Gerard nodded, Frank
gleefully grinning as he bounded towards a startled Gerard, leaping into his
arms and holding him close. Frank teared up, clutching Gerard in a death grip
as he rocked him backwards and forwards.
"Now how about we get back to lunch?"
***
It had been so long since Frank had eaten on a table, he completely forgot
about manners. Grabbing the slices of fish, he scoffed it down, purring in
content at the taste, feeling so full.
"Slow down, Frankie, no one's going to take it off of you," the cat ignored him
completely, letting out a happy sigh. He yawned, tail furling next to his
cheek.
Frank passed out on the table, just like that. Gerard was surprised, even he
couldn't accomplish that after an all-nighter of grading student reports. He
gathered the boy up, easily lifting the light body and pulling him close.
Gerard shivered as Frank purred in his sleep, nuzzling into the crook of his
neck. He kicked open the bedroom door silently, ridding the boy of his hoodie,
as it was only polite.
The man gasped at the fact that Frank wasn't wearing a shirt, eyes gazing down
at his beautiful washboard stomach, pale and unblemished. He tugged down the
boy's ridiculously skinny and stained pants, deciding on washing them.
Of course, Frank had forgotten to wear underwear. Gerard forgot he didn't give
him any last time. Reaching into his drawers, he held back tears as he pulled
out a light pink, lace boyleg pair of panties, the tag still on, shimmying them
over Frank, coming face-to-face with the kittens adorable cock.
His mouth watered- Gerard obviously dominated him in the size department. Some
women (before Lynz) had backed away from him, getting clothed and rushing out
the front door.
Gerard realised he was staring at the naked boy, composing himself and pulling
the lace all the way up, securing Frank perfectly. He pulled back the sheets,
deciding to place the boy on his stomach, refraining from staring at his pert
ass.
Okay, maybe he was lying a little. Gerard shuffled in next to the kitten,
feeling very sleepy all of a sudden, pulling the blankets over him.
"G-Gerard?" Gerard groaned, of course, the kitten would wake just as he was
about to fall asleep.
"Go to sleep, Frank, just for a while," he heard a huff next to him.
"Noooo, Gerard, meow."
Gerard grunted in annoyance, forcing his eyes to stay shut. He felt Frank
shuffle closer, head resting in the crook of his neck.
"Meow, I'm not sleepy," Frank was querulous, breath getting closer and closer
to Gerard's pulse. Gerard's eyes shot open at the feeling of small, sharp teeth
scraping over his delicate skin.
"Frank, stop, f-fuck."
He didn't let up, licks and nips turning to small bites, coaxing noises out of
Gerard's beautiful lips. "I don't want to sleep, Gerard, you don't make the
rules."
Gerard abruptly turned to face Frank, eyes wild.
"I do make the rules- this is my house, you obey me," Frank shivered slightly,
leaning in to deliver the final blow.
Gerard passed out in bliss after Frank sunk his teeth deep into the base of his
neck, licking over the mark he had made with his small tongue.
He admired his work, the two pinpricks hopefully will ward off any other
kitties that want to take what's his.
If anyone else tried to take Gerard away from him, he'd kill them.
***
Gerard awoke in the middle of the night, neck aching, Frank missing.
He stumbled to the ensuite, turning on the light as he examined his wound.
Well, where there should've been a wound. Frank must've licked it, that
explains why there was only a scar there. But why did he bite him?
Gerard let out a loud moan as his fingers brushed against the skin, eyes
widening in shock. Was a scar really that pleasurable? His arousal was
definitely supernatural, that's for sure.
He decided against masturbating, opting for a good night's sleep before a tough
Sunday, filled with end of year grading.
Huffing, his body leached any fun out his pores at the prospect of more work-
the thought was unbearable. Any buzz he had from meeting Frank was replaced
with annoyance.
Laying awake, he stared up at the ceiling. He hoped Frank was safe somewhere,
wherever he was, drifting to sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     hope you enjoyed!
     -D
***** Let's Talk About Mate Business *****
Chapter Summary
     Gerard needs to know more about Frank, but in the meantime puts a
     collar on him.
Chapter Notes
     here you go ladiez (and gents) hope you enjoy this. I certainly
     enjoyed writing it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Gerard was sick of work. It was around 5pm on a Sunday, and all of his energy
was drained. He still needed to mark papers, shower, jerk off- yes jerk off.
Frank had stopped his session early, and he was going to die from blue balls if
he didn't do something soon. It wasn't his fault that the kitten was so goddamn
fuckable.
But what if Frank showed up again and caught him in the middle of the act? He
didn't want to ruin the kitten's innocence, or scare him off.
He huffed, walking from his office to the kitchen, feet dragging with sexual
frustration. He heard a rustling in his pantry, moving to investigate the
noise.
"Meow!" Frank popped his head out the open door, eyes widening as he realised
he wasn't alone. Gerard looked down at the kitten's feet, lolly wrappers
surrounding him, debris cluttering the floor space.
"Jesus fucking christ, Frank, how much did you eat?!" Gerard hoped that the
lollies didn't bring along any adverse affects on the cat/human. He was not
looking forward to paying for a doctor's appointment.
"Sorry, meow, Mr. Way, I just had a biscuit and it tasted so good," the kitten
let out a dramatic moan, Gerard's breath hitching slightly.
Frank noticed this. "That's okay, Frankie, I just don't want you to get sick or
anything."
"Silly Mr. Way! I only get sick once a month, when I go into hea-" Frank's eyes
widened.
"Dog!" He whined loudly, running over to the window and pawing at the glass.
"Meow, Gerard, dog!"
Gerard watched in dismay as Frank failed to finish his sentence, attention
drawn to a person walking by. The figure stopped, head swivelling in Frank's
direction.
The person growled, actually growled! Gerard grabbed Frank by the wrist,
locking the front door and taking him to his office.
Gerard made sure the office was barricaded properly, drawing the blinds. He
just prayed the dog-person didn't stick around or break into their house.
Frank's tail was fluffed up, standing straight with alert as he tucked himself
under the desk.
"Oh Frankie, it's okay," Gerard sat down in his office chair, listening to the
distressed meows the cat was making by his feet. "Are you okay sitting down
there while I do some work?"
He looked down at Frank, sighing in relief as he nodded and laid down, the cat
curling around his feet. He let out a slight giggle as the cat's tail brushed
against his ankles, the fur tickling the skin that wasn't covered by his loose
sweatpants.
Marking papers was a hard task when you had a beautiful boy nipping and
tickling your ankles, Gerard letting out a harsh breath as the cat continued
his ministrations.
"Kitten, stop that, I need to do work," the cat huffed, nodding his head and
crawling out from under the desk.
Gerard looked around, trying to find where the kitten had gotten off to.
Suddenly, a small black cat jumped onto his lap, purring.
That must be Frank. He could see his clothes on the ground. The cat had already
drifted off to sleep, allowing him to work in peace and quiet.
He absentmindedly stroked the sleeping cat's fur, humming to himself as his
fingers ran through the silky strands.
It was the right time to try out that new collar, the soft, stretchable, white
leather collar, with a small bell on the front.
The kitten had awoken from the noise of the clip, jumping upwards and over the
front of his desk.
"Shadow! I mean- Frank! Are you okay?"
He walked around the desk, instead finding a shockingly naked Frank. His
eyebrows drew together with puzzlement, the collar was still on.
Hardening slightly, he kneeled down, helping the boy sit up from the rough
carpet.
"Are you okay, Frankie?" The boy didn't reply, touching the tips of his fingers
to the material encompassing his neck. Purring noises came from Frank, Gerard
sighing in relief as he realised the kitten liked the collar.
"I'm f-fine, meow. Where did you get this?" Frank's fingers skirted over the
lace trimming, giggling when his fingers jingled the bell.
"Uh... the adult store. Do you like it?" Frank nodded, cheeks flushing pink at
the mention of the shop. He moved to put his clothes back on, hissing through
his teeth as the rough denim scratched at his soft, pale thighs.
"Are you okay, kitten?" The boy nodded, continuing to pull up his jeans, much
to his own dismay. "Seriously, let me get you something better."
Frank whined, sighing in agreement as he followed Gerard down the corridor,
both of them going into Gerard's bedroom.
Gerard tried to avert his eyes as much as possible- it should be illegal for
Frank to show any kind of skin. He was a nymph. He grabbed an oversized shirt
and a pair of women's underwear, the soft lace igniting the nerves in his
hands.
He handed the clothes to Frank, turning around so he could change.
Unfortunately, he'd have to find some time to get rid of his growing problem-
Frank was naked, on his bed, and that thought excited him beyond relief.
A finger tapped his shoulder, Gerard turning to the source. Frank was
beautiful. His long, slender legs peeked out from under the shirt, the edge of
his lace panties were just visible. Frank shyly combed through his hands,
shivering as his fingers brushed against his ears.
Gerard moved closer, bringing his hands up to the black ears nestled in the
boy's raven hair. Frank gasped, leaning in further, moaning erotically as
Gerard's fingers brushed against the tips of his ears.
The older man secured an arm around his waist, pulling the small body close to
him. Frank rested his head against Gerard's chest, purring heavily.
"M-Mr. Way, I, ah-" Gerard revelled in the sounds falling from his heart-shaped
lips.
"Everything okay, kitten?" Frank moaned again, hands gripping at the arms
holding him tightly.
"Y-yeah, so good, keep going," An annoyed noise came from Frank as Gerard
withdrew his touch. He moved closer, trying to grab the arms and pull them
around him again. The safety he felt when he was in the man's embrace was a
new-found feeling.
"Let's get ready for bed."
***
Gerard had perched Frank's small body on the edge of the bathroom sink, trying
to figure out a way he can convince the kitten to brush his teeth.
"I don't like it, Mr. Way! It's spicy, meow," Frank made noises of discontent,
nipping at the brush and successfully breaking it in half.
"No! Bad Frank, bad!" Gerard scolded as he stood between Frank's legs, holding
the now-ruined toothbrush in both hands.
Frank's ears flattened, eyes dilating as he looked at the floor. Gerard was
mad- he didn't want the kitten's teeth to fall out. He liked those teeth, he
liked the scraping feeling of-
The eyes that were once averted to the ground had now looked up at him,
ironically giving Gerard the best puppy face he had ever seen. His heart melted
and pooled at his feet, his entire being was under the cat's command.
"I'll compromise, Frankie," the cat perked up, listening intently. "You brush
your teeth, and I'll let you sleep in my bed."
A daring look cast itself on the kitten's face. "And if I don't cooperate,
meow?"
Gerard grinned. "I'll cover my dick in catnip, and tie you to the bed, just too
far away."
Frank whimpered. "Please don't, I'll brush my teeth, meow," Gerard nodded with
content, wetting another brush and applying the toothpaste before opening the
boy's sinful mouth with his fingers. He teasingly brushed his thumb against
Frank's bottom lip, eyes widening in surprise as his small tongue darted out,
kitten licking the pad of it.
Rivulets of lust ran through Gerard's body, clearing his throat as he brought
the bristles to the front teeth of the boy. Frank giggled as Gerard's hand
lowered to his side, fingers gently brushing against the ticklish skin in an
attempt to lighten the mood.
Gerard asked the kitten to open wide, grunting in annoyance once he found out
the kitten could only open it so far. 'It definitely won't fit', Gerard
thought.
The kitten stared at the man in wonderment as he shook his head, obviously
clearing a bad thought. The once-light mood had changed dramatically, Gerard's
hand falling away from his side, the air becoming tense.
"Goodnight, Frank."
***
Gerard poured himself a glass of whiskey into a tumbler, perching himself on
the kitchen bench as he sipped thoughtfully.
His brain scolded him constantly. Not only was the boy young, he was a half
animal. He didn't even know half of the things about him, let alone how his
body works. The relationship his heart was trying to pursue was not only
illegal but bestiality.
Was it wrong to be sexually attracted to him?
"Mr. Way, are you coming to bed, meow?" Gerard's heart fluttered at the small
voice behind him, two arms ducking under his own as the boy embraced him from
behind.
"Uh. Yes. In a second," He needed time to cool off, dismissing the kitten.
The padding of feet told him that Frank was leaving- presumably to go to bed.
Gerard finished off his drink, placing it in the dishwasher and moving towards
his bedroom.
On the way, he stripped down to his boxers, placing the clothes in the laundry
on the way.
Frank's eyes widened once Gerard entered the room. His tongue darted out to wet
his lips erotically, vision taking in the toned and pale expanse that was
Gerard's torso. He had no tattoo's, something the boy expected him to have.
Gerard sat on the end of the bed. "Is everything okay, Mr. Way?" The man nodded
absentmindedly. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
The man's back muscles contracted slightly, skin rippling beautifully under the
faint lamplight.
"I need to know a few things... about your, uh, biology. And your customs."
Frank nodded. "Well, we live for thirty years mateless. Um, our tails and ears
can cause arousal when touched by someone or something. We eat fish, drink
milk, but I hate dry food."
Gerard perked up at the word mate. "What's a mate?"
"Oh, u-uh, w-well, a mate is our life partner, once we find one, meow, we mark
each other and both of our lives lengthen. So if someone mated to a cat hybrid,
they'd live an extra few years."
"What's a mark, is it this thing?" Gerard groaned as his fingertips ran over
the small scratch located near his collarbone, cheeks flushing with
embarrassment.
"Not quite. That's shallow, a mark stays there forever, and if I do this-
" Frank ran his own fingers over the mark, causing the man to hiss through his
teeth. "You only groan, meow, a mark should make you extremely aroused. And
when your mate is aroused, you can feel it through your mark."
The man swallowed, throat feeling dry all of a sudden. "So you guys only mate
with other cats?" Frank shook his head. "Do both partners need to mark each
other?" Frank nodded.
"After someone marks a human, that human's canines elongate temporarily, so you
can mark your mate, meow."
Gerard nodded, mind whirring painfully fast. Frank laid back, covering himself
in the blanket. Frank protested rather loudly when Gerard turned the lamp off,
sounds of fear and whining echoing in the dark room.
He jumped in with the kitten, tucking the blanket over them both. The noises
quieted, but remained persistent after Gerard got in with him. The human
sighed, bringing his arm over the boy's waist and pulling him into his body.
He willed his dirty thoughts away as the kitten drifted to sleep, he himself
getting slightly drowsy. The lace of Frank's panties tickled the inside of his
elbow, but he couldn't care less.
Frank felt right at home in the large bed, and he never wanted to leave.
Chapter End Notes
     Tell me what you thought. Is there any kitten elements you'd like me
     to include?
     -D
     p.s do you want them to start off slow or rush this shit?
***** Milkies *****
Chapter Summary
     Frank really likes milk, no matter where it comes from.
Chapter Notes
     sin
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Gerard woke up long before Frank did, getting up softly as to not disturb the
small boy lying next to him. Frank always looked harmless, but his face was
especially peaceful when he slept. Gerard’s eyes skirted over his facial
details, from his soft skin to his doubly soft hair.
Unfortunately, the piercing irises that belonged to the kitten were hidden from
view, two lids preventing Gerard from seeing their beauty.
Stretching his limbs, Gerard began to get ready for work, choosing a white
button-up and a black tie, securing his body in a raven vest. Running his hands
through his hair, he felt good about how he looked.
There had been moments in his life- moments of weakness- where he had felt
self-conscious of how he looked, to the point of self-harm and alcoholism. He
never wanted to go back there; he had a few times after LynZ’s death. Hopefully
being with Frank would change that.
A small mewl came from Frank as he awoke, eyes fluttering and ears twitching.
He was so cute, and so sinfully good-looking. Being that attractive should be
illegal.
“G-Gee? Where are you going?” Frank rubbed at his eyes, sitting up, the blanket
covering his lower half (much to Gerard’s annoyance).
“Work, sweetie. It’s Monday,” Gerard huffed out, hating the fact that he’d have
to leave the wonderfully warm bed, with an equally warm body in it. Frank’s
ears flattened, pupils dilating with sorrow. Gerard was positive that Frank had
just ripped out his heart. “Oh, Frankie, don’t be sad,” Gerard sighed, moving
to the side of the bed and sitting on the edge, reaching up to comb through
Frank’s hair with his hands.
“I’ll be home after lunchtime. You can sit on my lap while I grade some work
sheets, and we can watch a movie after dinner and drink milkies, okay?” Frank
huffed, nodding his head slowly.
Pressing a small kiss to his forehead, Gerard stood up, brushing himself off.
“Let me walk you out, meow,” Frank led Gerard to the front door, picking up his
heavy briefcase and handing it to the taller man.
“I’ll see you soon, kitty,” Frank nodded, leaning up to press a small kiss to
Gerard’s lips. The action caught him off-guard, Gerard unable to respond.
 
All-too-soon, Frank was pulling away. Gerard grunted in annoyance, arms looping
around his waist and bringing the smaller figure closer and closer, until
Frank’s body was flush against his own.
Gerard leaned down, reconnecting their lips in a passionate kiss, one filled
with flame. Frank had never kissed anyone besides Gerard- he hoped that wasn’t
evident.
His thoughts flew from his brain as a tongue pried his lips open, a squeak
caught up in their kiss as Gerard held him tighter. Frank’s fingers weaving
themselves into Gerard’s hair out of pure instinct. A throaty moan came from
the older man at the action, fingers using the waistband of his lace panties to
bring the boy closer.
Frank was the first to pull away, lips glossed and cheeks flushed. “You should
g-go to work; you’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”
A sly grin emerged on Gerard’s face, fingers brushing against the smooth skin
of Frank’s hipbone. A shudder ran through the kitten’s body at the action. “I
still have five minutes.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a little early,” Frank mewled, staring down
at his feet.
“Wouldn’t you prefer me to be late?”
***
Gerard barged into class ten minutes after it began, cheeks noticeably red, a
tent in his pants, urgently quieting the class down. “Okay everyone, you can
talk at lunch, sit down.”
The class began to hush itself, people returning to their seats. He collected
everyone’s worksheets, shuffling them on the desktop and stacking them next to
his laptop.
“Sorry I am late- now, everybody open your sketchbooks, we’re going to cover
shading this lesson.”
***
Frank walked down the street, happily drinking from a carton of milk he found
in Gerard’s fridge. He felt guilty for not checking on his dumpster in a day;
what if someone had stolen something?
Luckily the metal home was intact, none of Frank’s things were stolen. Someone
threw a half-eaten sandwich and a half-empty bottle of coke in there, Frank
curled his lip at that. Chucking them in the bin, he rifled through his few
belongings, locating a few loose five-dollar bills in there.
Frank wanted to surprise Gerard- he was staying at his home after-all, it would
be considered rude if he didn’t do anything in return.
He threw away the now-empty milk carton. Adjusting his beanie, he wandered down
the sidewalk, lingering around a local sex shop. He shouldn’t go in. Every
instinct told him to keep walking. Just one peep wouldn’t hurt, would it?
No one asked for his I.D, surprisingly, Frank walking in without a kerfuffle.
The racks of lingerie and photos of scantily-clad women intimidated him,
rushing into the male apparel section as fast as he could.
Frank could never have dreamed half of these panty designs- most of them were
very… imaginative. He had just enough money for one pair and an accessory.
 
Deciding on a white lace pair with a large bow on the back of the waistband and
a white collar with the same bow, he took them to the front counter, the
employee barely looking up at him as he scanned the items. Frank handed over
the crumpled money, darting out of the store as quick as he could.
He still had a half-hour left at home, getting undressed and taking a quick
shower, washing every inch of his body, using some untouched raspberry shower
gel he found under the sink.
Drying himself, he pulled on the white lace panties, clipping the collar on
after minutes of struggling. He shaved his legs, something Brendon had taught
him back when the man had an owner.
Looking in the mirror, he hummed in content, rather happy with his appearance.
Gerard was in for a big surprise.
***
Gerard’s day was stressful to say the least, his double class in the morning
was disruptive and frustrating. His fists clenched at the steering wheel until
knuckles were white, pulling into the driveway of his quaint, suburban home.
The make-out session that had commenced earlier that morning had left him
flustered and frustrated all day, multiple mistakes made throughout his classes
happened because of it.
Bursting through the door, he walked straight to the liquor cabinet, pulling
out a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. Frank was nowhere to be seen, Gerard
downing a few shots before going to look for him.
What he didn’t expect was him to be laid out on the bed, stomach face-down and
an innocent look staring back at him, legs swinging back and forth.
“F-Frank, babe, what is this?” He felt himself get rock-solid in his pants; it
was beginning to get uncomfortable.
Frank propped himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed before
standing up and strutting over to the frozen man. “I thought that since you
were always being so nice that you, meow, deserved something in return.”
Gerard’s mouth watered at the sight in front of him. To top it off, Frank
twirled from him, giving Gerard a wonderful view of his ass in the tight and
sinful panties he was wearing. His soft tail was peeking out above a white bow,
swaying slightly from the attention his body was receiving.
“Well, are you just going to stand there, meow?” Gerard shook his head, hooking
his fingers in the waistband of the lace underwear, pulling him closer like he
had earlier that day. “Can we have a quickie, Mr. Way?”
The older man was sure he died and went to heaven. Why was this kitten asking
for sex? He nodded regardless, pants tenting with arousal.
“Uh, sure, kitten.”
“Okay! You count first!” Gerard quirked an eyebrow. What the fuck was this
kitten talking about?
“Uh, babe?”
Frank giggled. “A quick game of hide and seek! Brenny told me that naughty
clothes make it harder to be seen!” Brendon. That sly cat that always hung
around his Frankie.
“Babe, I think we need to have a talk.”
***
Frank’s eyes were wide and frightened.
“S-so… when I wear adult clothes I make you moroused, meow?” Gerard shook his
head.
“Aroused. It happens a lot to males, especially in their twenties,” Frank made
a noise of confusion.
“I don’t understand, Gee,” He grunted, hanging his head low. Both boys were
sitting on the bed across from each other.
Gerard had thought of the worst idea ever. “I could show you?”
Frank nodded, unaware of what he was getting himself into. Gerard nodded
solemnly, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Frank did nothing to
stop him, staring with an innocent gaze. The older man successfully pulled his
pants down, reaching with shaky hands to pull down his underwear.
He knew he was big; women and men had left him halfway through hooking up,
claiming they ‘couldn’t do it’. But the look that Frank gave his member
multiplied his ego dramatically.
It was only half-hard, but Frank was intimidated nonetheless.
“Is that fully moroused?” Frank asked. Gerard shook his head, waiting for the
kitten to do something. Frank looked up at him, asking for permission with his
eyes. Gerard made a noise of approval, hissing through his front teeth when
Frank touched a tentative finger to his length.
“Ah, more,” Gerard moaned out, hips bucking up with desperation. Frank wrapped
his shaky fingers around it, shocked at how firm the flesh was.
He moved his grip up, relishing the noises that came from the older man. “F-
feels good, Frankie, f-fuck.”
Frank let out a gasp of surprise as Gerard’s cock twitched in his hand,
enlarging to full-size. His grip tightened, wrist flicking more as he realised
it made Mr. Way feel good. He wanted him to feel really, really good.
“Try touching the end, ah,” Gerard suggested, shouting out as Frank brushed the
tip of his tongue against his sensitive head.
“D-do you like milkies, kitty?” Frank nodded eagerly, wrapping his other hand
around the flesh. “Well you’re about to see some, do you want to taste it?”
Frank made a sound of approval, no sign of reluctance showing as Gerard kneeled
over him, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked down at Frank,
the boy still continuing his ministrations.
“Milk daddy’s cock baby, here comes some milkies,” Frank meowed, stroking to
the point of almost-pain as Gerard let out a long groan, hips stuttering as he
came into Frank’s awaiting mouth.
“F-fuck, babe.”
Chapter End Notes
     lots of love, tell me what you thought of this chapter
     -D
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Gerard runs out of milk... well, not quite.
Chapter Notes
     I HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR BEING SO LATE OTHER THAN BEING A LAZY PIECE OF
     SHIT SO HERE YOU GO YOU SICKOS
      
     same tho
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Frank had fallen asleep on his lap, leaving a sated and calm Gerard to do
papers. He shook his head lightly; how can students be so stupid?! Three
students in his English class had said that Anne Frank was the first Jewish
prime minister.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
He marked yet another answer wrong, writing along the border in paper. ‘Where
are your sources?!’ He scrawled, pushing the exercise book aside and grabbing
the last one.
It wasn’t that his students were all stupid, but the problem was definitely
that people thought art was an ‘easy’ subject, choosing that so they didn’t
have to do hard work. No one was truly passionate, apart from his best student
Lindsay (but she was a total suck-up).
Frank started to stir in his lap, letting out a small meow as his eyes
fluttered open. “Meow, Gee, is it dinner time yet?” Gerard glanced at the
clock, 8:05pm. It was early by his standards- insomnia and all that stuff- but
it was probably late for Frank.
“Sure, let’s go and find something to eat.”
***
Frank sat on a bar stool, watching Gerard prepare some sashimi. His tail bobbed
back and forth behind him, tongue darting in and out of a glass of milk.
“Here you go sweetie,” Gerard turned around, holding a small platter of sushi
and sashimi. “Don’t eat it all in one go!” He handed the kitten a plate and
chopsticks, sitting down beside him. He put a few pieces on his plate, picking
them up with his utensils and eating them. Frank looked at him with puzzlement.
“Gee,” Gerard hummed with his mouth full. “How do you d-do that, meow?” A
chuckle came from Gerard as he put down his chopsticks, placing Frank’s in his
small hands.
He modeled Frank’s hands with his own, bending his fingers so they gripped the
chopsticks in the right way. Frank made a noise of success, struggling at first
but eventually picking up a slice of fish, letting out an indulgent moan when
the meat hit his tongue. He blushed a little, cheeks going red with
embarrassment as he ate some more.
Gerard felt content with how much Frank ate. He wanted the kitten to be full
and happy. The kitten ate like every meal was his last. He watched as Frank
finished off the last of his milk, meowling and yawning.
“Do you still want to watch a movie, Frankie?” Frank nodded, sighing as Gerard
collected him in his arms, carrying him over to his couch and laying him down.
As soon as Gerard turned his back to set up the television, Frank trotted away.
Gerard turned around, two DVD’s in hand. “Hey kitty, would you want to watch…”
His breath caught in his throat, eyes landing on a vacant couch. “Kitty? Where
are you?”
Frank giggled from his spot, purring in content as he laid back in the box. He
couldn’t resist the medium-sized box. It wasn’t his fault he liked boxes so
much, they just made him feel so safe. Two feet appeared at the front of the
box that was tipped on its side. Gerard leaned down. “There you are, kitty! You
were worrying me.”
Frank’s ears flattened. Gerard sighed, coaxing the boy out of the box and
carrying him bridal style to their bedroom. He laid the small figure down on
the bed lightly, pulling the covers over him.
“Are you g-gonna hop in with me, Gee, meow?” Gerard was reluctant, but finally
started unbuttoning his shirt, stripping down to his boxers and climbing in
next to the boy. Frank was cold to the touch, but he toughed it in as he felt
the shivers of the boy next to him.
He brought one arm around the small body, bringing Frank closer into his side.
The kitten weirdly purred, pressing a light kiss to the jaw of his romantic
interest.
“Not now, Frank, I have work in the morning,” Frank pouted, doing his best
puppy impression as he stared up at Gerard with a cute gaze. “Dammit, what do
you want, kitten?”
“I want to mark you,” Gerard froze. He didn't want to get bitten! Wouldn't that
hurt? They weren't even dating or anything.
“Kitten, I don’t know…” Frank whimpered, pressing harder kisses to Gerard’s
pulse point. Gerard sighed, bracing himself and preparing for unbelievable
pain.
Instead, Frank sunk his teeth into the skin above his collarbone, the bite
radiating a weird pleasurable feeling. He kept his hold on Gerard tight,
lapping the wound until it sealed shut, and a bit more. He felt more connected
to the boy somehow. Frank felt more secure- owned mostly until they mated.
“Ah, kitten, you need to stop,” Gerard groaned, the scar radiating lust as
Frank ran his tongue against it. A tent started in Gerard’s boxers, eventually
appearing through the sheets too.
Frank giggled. “Am I making you moroused?” Gerard nodded, grunting as Frank
relentlessly licked over the scar, giggling as Gerard shook beneath him. Frank
stopped his administrations, propping himself up.
“Hey Gee, meow, can I have a glass of milk?”
Gerard sighed. “Now, really?” Frank nodded, getting up and padding to the
kitchen with the older man trailing behind him. Gerard opened the fridge,
grabbing the carton of milk as Frank sat up on the countertop. Shit, it’s
empty.
“Uh, babe,” Frank hummed. “We don’t have any milk left, sorry kitty,” Frank’s
eyes widened, liquid gathering just above his bottom lid. His lip pouted
outwards, body shaking slightly before he burst into tears.
“Meow! I want my milk!” Frank hit the countertop with his fists, wailing like a
child. Gerard rushed over, reaching out to touch him, soothe him. “Nooo, don’t
touch me, I want milk!” Frank weeped, ears flattening to his scalp as his tail
sagged.
“Sweetie, I don’t know what else to do-“
Frank ran back to the bedroom, Gerard’s shoulder’s sagging as he heard the door
slam. He threw the empty carton out, returning the glass back to the cupboard
and trudging down the hall. He knocked on the door.
“Frank,” Knock, knock. “Frankie, baby, open up.”
He didn’t hear any sounds coming from the inside, so he decided to step in. A
body collided with his, the clinking of metal heard over the sounds of surprise
that came from Gerard.
“Holy shit.”
***
Frank ran as fast as he could, small feet slipping on the polished hardwood
flooring.
He needed milkies, Gerard just didn’t understand. When he has cravings, he gets
insanely moody and angered.
Opening the door, he slammed it shut, walking to the nightstand and grabbing
his surprise. He waited behind the door for Gerard, hearing a knock sound
through the thick wood. “Frankie, baby, open up.”
Suddenly, Gerard burst in through the door, Frank pouncing on him immediately,
securing both his hands in the handcuffs. “Holy shit.”
Frank turned him to the bed, pushing him backwards until his knees hit the end
of the bed. Gerard fell backwards, eyes wide with shock, boxers tented
awkwardly as he scurried up to the bed head.
“You denied me milkies,” Frank pouted, crawling up the covers until he hovered
over Gerard’s pale thighs. “I wanted milkies really bad, Mr. Way, meow,” He
whined, pulling a harsh gasp from the man beneath him as he raked his sharp
nails down his chest, raising some pale-pink lines. “And you didn’t give me
any!”
“Frankie, I couldn’t, I don’t have any-“ The kitten hissed, leaning down and
licking rough stripes along his semi-prominent v-lines. His tongue trailed down
further, the wet muscle lightly tracing the visible bulge.
“You do, meow,” Gerard’s eyes widened in understanding. His muscles visibly
relaxed, cuffed hands lightly scratching behind the soft ears sat atop his
head. A pornographic moan was drawn from the boy’s mouth. Gerard tilted his
head back unintentionally, and then he felt one of Frank’s hands slowly
trailing down his stomach. Frank was pleased that Gerard was only wearing
boxers, as he slipped his hand underneath the fabric, taking Gerard in his
hand. Gerard’s breath hitched, and he refused to make any noises that were
louder than that out of some type of profound stubbornness.
“In here,” he rubbed the shiny head of Gerard’s erect cock with his finger,
flicking the flesh with the tip of his tongue. A rasped moan came from the
teacher’s mouth, coaxing more sounds from the boy on top of him as he stroked
the pointed fluff that stuck up from his hair.
He started rapidly kitten-licking the tip, observing that the colour of it was
the same as his lips. He blushed at the thought, eventually bringing his
innocent lips to wrap around the shaft, a harsh noise drawn from the man
beneath him as his teeth lightly brushed the skin. Frank took a hint and
withdrew his teeth’s contact to a slight scrape, instead of the harsh movements
from before.
“Kitten, please, u-unlock me,” Frank withdrew his touch, pondering the thought
over in his head before reaching into the drawers, pulling out a silver key and
sliding it into the lock. The shackles came loose, clinking as they landed in
Gerard’s lap. He tossed them aside, pulling Frank onto his lap by his ankles.
Frank felt teeth scrape his neck, moaning as Gerard managed to bite through the
skin with his human canines. He withdrew, licking the wound just like Frank had
done to him. Frank felt the same bond, he felt protected.
“You didn’t need to shackle me, kitty,” Gerard sighed out. “I would’ve just
given you my cum.”
His words didn’t remove the mischievous glint in the kitten’s eyes, a gasp
leaving his mouth as he felt the two of them touch… down there. A light blush
fell upon his cheeks, rutting down lightly and revelling in the feeling of
Gerard pressing against him.
“Kitten, ah,” Gerard groaned, hands snaking around to his back, touch
travelling downwards further and further until his touch rested on the boy’s
plump behind. A gasp came from the victim, Frank pressing his head against the
crook of Gerard’s neck.
TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter End Notes
     yeah um
     cliffhanger sorry
     -D
***** CoNcEntRaTed SiN *****
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“Wait, kitty, stop,” Frank huffed with frustration, clambering off of the man’s
lap and sitting on the bed in front of him. Gerard stood up, walking over to
his chest of drawers and rifling through the contents, his back turned to the
boy. Frank stood up, tossing off his lingerie and laying back on the bed,
propped up on his elbows.
A gasp came from the boy as Gerard turned around, two items in his hand. The
one in his left looked like gooey water, the item in his right looked purple
and long.
“W-what is that, meow?” Gerard just giggled, moving towards the boy sprawled
out on the bed. Frank whimpered but spread his legs anyway, exposing his tight
pink hole to the man. Gerard growled under his breath at the sight, climbing
onto the sheets and moving towards Frank, shedding his boxers on the way.
Gerard stuck two of his fingers out, Frank observing him cautiously as he
squirted the substance onto the two of his fingers, reaching down to just below
the kitten’s tail.
Frank moaned obscenely as the two digits pressed to his resisting entrance,
slowly sliding into his tight heat. Gerard struggled to keep his fingers still,
wanting to finger-fuck the poor kitten into oblivion. He mustered as much self-
restraint as he could, slowly sliding them halfway out then back in.
A pleasured moan reverberated around the room, Frank’s small hand gripping
around the teacher’s bicep. Gerard soaked in every noise, wanting to hear more
than just quiet noises. He spread the two digits apart, a stifled yelp sounding
out as his muscle tried to reject the abrupt intrusion.
“Shh, relax kitten,” Gerard hushed, spreading the boy’s legs further apart as
he scissored his fingers. Frank was so unprepared for what was about to happen.
He deepened his touch, sliding against the boy’s inner walls, the lube aiding
his movements in the tight passage. A moan came from the boy as he lightly
brushed his prostate with his fingertips.
He withdrew his touch, Frank whining, tail fluffed up in agitation. Gerard
shushed him, squirting more of the clear liquid onto the mysterious object. The
cat observed it, the object a little shorter and thinner than his mate’s
private parts. He blushed, a reluctant look in his eyes as Gerard brought the
thing to his entrance.
Gerard noticed the look on his face, rubbing the inside of Frank’s thigh in a
comforting gesture. He pressed the tip to Frank’s pink hole, pushing forward
gently. The ring of muscle gave in, allowing Gerard to push in three inches.
Frank’s eyes screwed shut, a long and drawn out moan arising, bringing a
pulsating feeling to Gerard’s cock. The boy writhed beneath him as he pushed
some more of the purple object in.
“G-gee, ah,” Frank groaned, writhing and twitching, member doing the same as
his body. Gerard smirked, pushing the rest of the five-inch purple thing in.
Frank let out a deep breath, willing his vice grip on the thing to relax. “I
don’t hurt anymore.”
The thing still didn’t move, Frank writhing and begging Gerard to do something,
anything.
“Anything, princess?” Frank nodded, thrusting his hips. The thing moved inside
of him, Frank letting out a loud shriek as it pressed in places he didn’t know
existed. His body sweat, a light sheen covering him as he shuddered.
“Well, you’re in for a surprise.”
Frank gulped, bracing himself. Gerard moved his fingers along the end of the
dildo that was poking out from Frank’s abused hole. A small ‘flick’ was heard
before Frank was writhing on the sheets.
“Ah!” Frank screamed, the object buzzing inside of him, in direct contact with
his prostate. Gerard watched with arousal as the boy twitched desperately, eyes
rolling back and cock twitching.
“Gee, Gee, harder please!” Gerard obeyed the command, pushing the thing in as
far as it could go and turning the dial up.
The boy screamed, leaking over his own stomach as his hole clenched and
unclenched around the violet intrusion. His balls drew up against him as he
came with a shriek, painting his own stomach with copious amounts of seed.
Cum dripped down the side of his member, Gerard watching with amazement as the
kitten’s member remained hard, not yet stricken with oversensitivity.
“That’s right, kitty. Take it like you want to take my hard cock,” Gerard
groaned, shedding his boxers and wrapping a hand around his own member after
turning the vibrator to the highest speed.
Frank’s leaking cock bobbed in the air, the tip an angry shade of red. He
screamed, hands reaching down to take his cock into his own hands, Gerard too
distracted and aroused to tell him to stop.
His large hand glided against his even larger member, precum aiding his gliding
movements. His kitten’s back arched, dildo pressing against the bedspread and
jarring against his prostate.
“FUCK, DADDY!” Frank swore, cumming all over himself a second time. The viscous
liquid made rivulets down his faint v-lines, sliding down to the sheets and
soaking in.
Gerard shuffled over, yanking the vibrator out roughly and tossing it to the
bed, the sheets dampening the vibrations. He kneeled over his mate, knees
either side of the small boy’s shoulders.
“Open wide baby, here’s your milkies,” Gerard gritted out, almost fainting from
the sight of Frank’s pink lips creating a small yet perfect circle, an equally
blushing tongue laying against his bottom lip.
“Kitty, f-fuck,” Gerard came perfectly into the kitties’ mouth, filling it up
to the brim as the kitten sputtered, struggling to swallow the copious load.
Gerard managed a faint smirk, swiping some white from the corners of Frank’s
mouth and pushing the remaining droplets into it. The boy managed to suckle the
seed off of his mate’s fingers before slumping to the bed, leaving Gerard to
wipe the drying cum off of his lower stomach. He tucked Frank into the sheets,
sighing as he laid down next to the passed out male.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Heat And Sin And Did I Mention Sin *****
Chapter Summary
     Frank's run out of some very important pills.
Chapter Notes
     OKAY I CAN EXPLAIN THE WAIT
     i was showing my friend something on google and the window crashed
     and this chapter was behind it and she saw a sentence and im pretty
     sure it was the vibrator bit so i physically couldn't write because
     id cringe everytime i opened the window.
     soz
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It first started when Frank was walking down the street. He was wearing his
regular attire, beanie and a hoodie, even in the heat, when he started to feel
the weather more internally.
Brendon stopped striding alongside him when he noticed something was wrong.
Frank was doubled over, back against the wall of the nearest storefront, making
distressed noises. The older man rushed over to him quickly, uttering his name
and dragging him into the privacy of ‘his’ alley.
“Frank, talk to me, what’s going on?” There was no reply, Frank stumbling
towards his dumpster quickly.
“…I forgot to take my suppressants,” Brendon gasped, climbing over the lid and
rifling around for the pill bottle. “It should be next to my dish.”
A noise of triumph came from the man as he located the bottle, the noise
turning into a meow of disgust when he realised it was empty. Frank whined when
he saw the distraught look on Brendon’s face.
“We need to get you off the streets before you start smelling. Hell, I might
not be able to keep my hands off of you,” Brendon admitted. “I’m sure that
wouldn’t go well with Ryan and Dallon.”
Frank nodded, barely acknowledging his statement. He began to tear at his
clothing with his blunt nails, face flushing red as his internal body
temperature rising dramatically. Brendon noticed this, helping the kitten out
of his jumper and into his own. Hopefully that would mask the smell.
He led the distraught figure out of the safe confines of the alley, down the
street and towards the safety of Gerard’s home. Brendon glanced at his watch,
realising Gerard wouldn’t be home in an hour.
Frank produced the key once they reached the doorstep, giving it to Brendon
since his hands were shaking too much. Once it was unlocked, both bodies piled
in, locking it shut behind them.
Brendon glanced out the window with the blinds pulled apart, a sharp scent
proving his nose to be true; dogs, across the streets. They wore large trench
coats to cover their tails but didn’t bother with their ears. They were always
risky like that.
The tallest one looked directly at him, Brendon squeaking like a mouse that
just got stepped on, closing the blinds with a sense of urgency.
He guided the sex-scented boy to Gerard’s bedroom, urging himself to not lose
control, the boy following after him as he made sure every window was locked
and every blind was pulled closed.
“Geez Frankie. I’m going to have to lock you in here until Gerard gets back.
We’ll figure something out, just don’t wreck his room,” He looked at the
frazzled boy once more before turning away.
Frank whimpered, flopping onto the bed in defeat as Brendon shut the door,
dragging a dresser in front of it so he couldn’t get out.
He laid down on the bed, dick hardening as a wave of warmth wracked through his
body. He rubbed his crotch down onto the mattress, groaning at the friction
that was sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being.
Soon, it wasn’t enough. Frank stripped himself bare, fumbling around the
drawers as he looked for the purple buzzy thingy that felt so good. He found it
alongside that clear stuff, deciding that he’d probably need that too. Gerard
said it would make him hurt less.
It wasn’t long before he was pressing it into himself, the thing still turned
off as his entrance swallowed the plastic hungrily. He moved it out, copious
amounts of the slick stuff dripping from around it as he removed it almost
completely before shoving it back in brutally. He moaned, chasing after an
orgasm that just wouldn’t come.
He huffed with frustration, grinding needily into the bed as he shoved the
plastic in all different directions, unable to find that spot that would drive
him wild.
***
Gerard came back home a little earlier than usual. He walked to the door, tie
loosened around his neck, and opened it, stunned to see one of Frank’s cat-
friends sitting on his couch, drinking straight from a carton of milk.
“Oh, I’m so glad you got here, Frank, he’s-“
“Is he hurt, injured?” Gerard asked urgently, glancing down the corridor and
quirking an eyebrow at the barricaded door at the end of it.
“No… he’s in heat, AKA super horny. He needs your help, otherwise someone else
might come in and claim him and-“
Gerard shushed the frazzled man, walking him to the door and literally pushing
him out.
“I’ll get some of his friends to come and watch the place, just in case someone
tries something. Try and stay rational, the smell of a boy or girl in heat can
be very overpowering.”
Brendon walked through the door, leaving after saying his last words. “Good
luck, you’ll need to… coat him thoroughly for his heat to stop…”
With that, the man left, shutting the door behind him. Gerard rushed over,
locking it and sliding the chain across. He tentatively walked to the bedroom,
able to hear the moans and groans of annoyance from the end of the corridor.
Undoing his buttons, he kept his tie on, undoing his belt quickly. Sliding the
dresser to the side, he took a deep breath as he walked into the room.
His body froze up, hardening instantly at the sight. Frank was on all fours,
working the plastic vibrator in and out of his dilating hole.
Frank heard a curse from behind him, a whine coming from his mouth. “P-please,
G-Gee, ah,” he groaned, begging the man to come and help him.
“Look at my little baby,” Gerard mumbled, shedding his pants and walking around
the side of the bed. “All hard and horny, begging for his daddy’s big cock.”
Frank whimpered, presenting himself even more and arching his back, hand still
furiously pumping the thing in and out. The room was permeated with the scent
of sex. It was overpowering. “P-please,” he moaned. Gerard smirked, shucking
down his boxers and roughly grabbing the boy’s wrist, pulling it aside and
withdrawing the object from his entrance with extreme difficulty; his mate’s
entrance refused to let go.
Frank turned over, looping his ankles around Gerard’s waist, successfully
bringing their crotches together. It was too much – too good, too fast. Frank’s
mind was whirring, lube dripping from him obscenely. Gerard wanted to lick it
all up, but refrained – he could do that another time.
“Okay baby, get me ready,” Gerard huffed, grabbing Frank’s hand and squirting
some of the clear liquid onto it.
He gritted his teeth as Frank tightened his grip, encompassing his shaft with
both hands. Frank smirked a little, subconsciously grinding himself down onto
the bed. Once he decided that he was coated thoroughly, he pinned the panting
body to the bedspread, pushing his knees apart.
Hovering over Frank, Gerard licked over the boy’s collarbone, earning a shudder
from the boy beneath him. The older man suddenly bit him, hard, earning a
strangled noise from Frank. A bit of blood leaked from the wound, which was
quickly lapped up by Gerard. He hummed, the metallic taste spreading across his
tongue.
“Are you sure you want to do this baby?” Gerard asked, control held back by a
thread. Frank’s nod was all he needed, grabbing his own length and placing the
tip gently against the boy’s ring of muscle. His brow furrowed with confusion
as Frank’s hole pulled him further in, muscle grasping and sucking at the
intrusion, begging for more.
Gerard decided not to question the kitten’s anatomy, threading his hands
through the boy’s hair and scratching against the ears sat atop his hair as he
buried himself to the hilt.
“Ah, s-sir,” Frank groaned. Gerard wheezed slightly as Frank’s muscles gripped
and squeezed at his cock, sucking him in further than he thought he could go.
He attempted pulling back, resulting in being brought forward by the movements
of his mate’s entrance.
“F-frank, you-“ He gasped out, forcing his way back then pushing his hips
forward, drawing a loud and girly moan from the boy. Frank’s cock hung between
them, hard and aching. Gerard decided to take it into his hand, stroking the
smaller member as his own one ploughed into the boy beneath him.
Frank shivered, cumming all over Gerard’s hand as he screamed, muscles
twitching and tightening to the point of it almost being painful, his member
tortured.
“Easy baby, easy,” He hushed as he regained his pace, thrusting even harder
into the boy’s tight and abused hole. Cum dripped down Frank’s soft v-lines,
his cock still hard on his lower belly.
Gerard slowed down to prevent himself from cumming so soon, resorting to small,
torturous thrusts that left Frank sputtering for air, each breath forced out of
his lungs by his boyfriend’s hips.
“F-frank, I’m gonna, ohhh,” Gerard gasped out, his heavy balls tightening
against his body as he tried to delay his orgasm.
“P-please, Gee!” Frank screamed, cumming again as he twitched and writhed
underneath the boy above him, heels digging into Gerard’s back to pull him
deeper.
“Frank!” Gerard grunted, cumming into the boy’s unprotected hole deliciously,
coating his insides with copious amounts of cum. Frank sighed, loving the
feeling of his boyfriend’s seed dripping onto the bedspread.
***
Gerard was awoken many times during the night to his boyfriend rutting against
his leg. The situation usually ended up with Gerard shoving two fingers in his
lover’s hole sleepily, letting the boy ride his digits until he was satisfied.
He asked for the next few days off from work, saying it was ‘family business’
and that he could ‘not come in until Friday due to technicalities’. His poor
cock never got a rest, Frank forcing him to fuck him at least three times a
day.
There were no breaks until Brendon decided to come back with his two mates,
that was when the fun began.
It was no lie that Brendon’s omegas were attracted to his Frankie, it just got
very inconvenient that the scent of his baby triggered the others into heat.
TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter End Notes
     hope you enjoyed! ill introduce the protagonists soon.
     Cheers,
     -D
***** Brendon Explains *****
Chapter Summary
     Brendon arrives... and explains a few things for a very confused
     Gerard. Porn ensues.
Chapter Notes
     SORRY FOR THE WAIT
     THIS WEEK IS TEST WEEK
     EXPECT ANOTHER CHAPTER AT THE END OF THE WEEK
     IN THE MEAN TIME GO AND CHECK OUT MY OTHER TWO BOOKS
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Fuck, Gerard, grab Frank!” Brendon yelled, struggling to sling in Ryan and
Dallon as they latched themselves to the boy in front of Gerard.
Immediately all three of them began pawing at one another, Frank pressed
between both bodies as both of Brendon’s omega’s crammed their lips against
each other’s.
Brendon managed to pull apart as Gerard stared weakly, transfixed by the three
of the soft-looking boys panting and moaning against one another.
Frank complained, knocking Gerard back to his senses. He held Frank back as
Brendon ordered his quivering bitches into the guest bedroom.
“Sorry about that… they hopped in the car and- they drove and I-“ Brendon
panted, doubling over with exertion.
“It’s okay,” Gerard muttered, trying to will his hard on away. Brendon plopped
down on the couch as Frank excused himself, running off to join the others.
Gerard sat next to Brendon. “So… Are there other ones like you guys? I know
there are dog shape shifters…”
 
Brendon laughed. “There aren’t flamingo shifters, no. It’s limited to felines
and canines. So there are werewolves.”
“Are there any ones in the area?”
“No… it’s autumn right now, so there aren’t many around. But in winter, they
all come here. So yeah, soon you’ll see a few.”
Gerard hummed, twiddling his thumbs as his mind bristled with unanswered
questions.
“Will Frank… be safe now that we’ve mated?”
Brendon shook his head. “Not really. You’ll have to watch out for dogs. They
like to… take human mates.”
“W-what?” Gerard stuttered. His gaze darted to the window to across the street
where a few of the shadowy dog figures were lurking.
“I know I shouldn’t have told yo-“
“N-no! Please, uh, continue.”
Brendon sighed. He knew he shouldn’t tell him. Frank would be furious.
“There’s this dog pack that takes human mates once they have mated with their
partners. You see… every time the wolves come down to visit, they expect some
kinda, offering I guess?”
Gerard did not like where this was going, observing how Brendon shrank down a
little just from mentioning it.
“They take the mate and give it to the wolf. It doesn’t have to be one of our
mates, the fuckers just take them to spite us. I guess we just have to keep our
guards up once the first snowflake falls.”
***
Brendon’s mates finally calmed down, at least long enough for them to have a
lengthy discussion.
“Gerard, now that you and Frank have completed your bond, there’s a few things
you need to know about him,” Brendon mumbled, watching with satisfaction as
Ryan clambered up onto his lap.
“Like what?” Gerard didn’t particularly want to know, mostly because of how
horrible the things Brendon had told him have been. He splayed his legs out
further, rolling his shoulders. They’d been horribly tense ever since he found
Frank. Maybe he could get the boy to-
“He’s a part of the lunar cycle. It’s where his body’s decided he’s of age, and
he has a mate, so he… links up with the moon and begins to follow its
patterns.”
The cogs clicked in Gerard’s mind. “So he shifts on the full moon? Like a
werewolf?” He didn’t like the sound of that, it sounded feral.
“Yeah, his body winds down with the moon… and winds up with it too.”
Gerard understood fully, knowing what winding up meant.
“It’s a messy transition. His heats become synched with the moon, his body… I
don’t know, thrums with it?” Gerard nodded, understandingly.
“Anyway, we better hurry off. I have some rowdy teenagers to discipline.”
Gerard barely payed attention to the scuff of Brendon’s shoes as he rounded up
his boyfriends and pushed them out the door, slamming it closed behind him.
His gaze that was angled at the floor was interrupted by two small bare feet
skirting his view.
“Mr. Way?” Frank grumbled, clambering into his lap and resting his face in the
crook of his neck.
“You can call be Gerard, or Gee, Frankie,” Gerard sighed, snuggling his face in
closer to the small figure. He could almost sense the blood pumping beneath the
milky surface, surging in the boy’s veins.
“Gerard… can I please you?”
***
Before he could stop it, Gerard was on the bed, watching as Frank crawled
towards him, naked.
“A-are you sure you’re well enough to be able to do this, Frankie?” Gerard
pondered, securing his hands around Frank’s waist and bringing him up onto his
lap easily.
“I’m always well, Gerard,” He quietly shushed the man beneath him, pulling
Gerard’s boxers down, letting the man kick them the rest of the way off.
Frank ripped his own underwear off by the seams, the pretty blue lace threading
and tearing away from his gentle figure. Gerard always knew he had
underestimated Frank’s strength.
“Wait, don’t you need to be prepped?” Gerard rushed, swatting Frank’s hands
away from his pulsating cock.
“Sure,” Frank mumbled, leaning over to grab the lube from the draw. He gasped
as both of their members brushed, his fingers fumbling with the lubricant
before grabbing it and squirting some in his hands, skirting his touch against
Gerard’s member.
Once he was sure that Gerard was coated, he lined himself up.
“Wait, wait, I need to stretch y- oh god!” Gerard cried out as Frank plunged
down onto him, his unprepared hole stretching around his girth.
He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to prevent his hips from thrusting up.
He failed, his hipbones pushing into the boy’s fleshy thighs. He watched with
fascination as the skin rippled, jiggled alongside the shaky gasp that came
from Frank.
Thrusting his hips up harder, Frank caught his drift, securing both of his
hands flat on the taut muscles of Gerard’s shoulders. He lifted himself up,
only to drop back down quickly, impaling himself, strained noises falling from
his mouth. Gerard could feel every muscle twitch and strain around him, milking
his cock for all it was worth. The glide of Frank’s entrance greatened as
precum leaked from the head of the member buried deep inside of him.
“G-gee, oh, please,” Frank begged, rolling his hips backwards and forwards
instead of up and down, achieving a better angle that hit against his prostate
every time.
“You want me to touch you?” Gerard teased, bucking his hips up and using his
hips to achieve shallow thrusts knocking against Frank’s sweet spot. “Too bad,
cum like this. You know you can do it.”
A disappointed noise fell from his lips, transforming into a crescendo of high
pitched ‘ah’s’ that turned Gerard on so bad.
Frank’s head fell back, using his strength to push back down on Gerard
desperately, fighting and chasing after his imminent orgasm when suddenly-
Frank came, muscles clenching as his cock spurted across Gerard’s lower
stomach, copious amounts of the stuff spreading across the pale skin as wave
after wave of his orgasm came over him, blinding him and making him oblivious
to Gerard’s own release pulsating inside of him.
Gerard sighed, letting go of his boyfriend’s hips so he could catch his breath.
All too soon, Frank was pulling off, leaning down to clean his own release off
of Gerard’s lower stomach. The side made the older man’s cock twitch one last
time before Frank licked the end of it clean, laying down beside Gerard once he
was satisfied with the cleanliness of his skin.
Far off in the distance, way past the limit of Frank’s hearing, a howl
resonated amongst the dense forest surrounding cold mountain peaks.
Snow fell for the first time that year.
Chapter End Notes
     hope you enjoyed
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