KITTY!
Title: Kitty
Author: marmaladeflesh
Rating: PG-13. Who's got a dirty mind.
Summary: The boys play pretend. Very fun, light fic written for astroxzombiesx because I couldn't get the picture of Murphy acting like a kitten out my head.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Troy Duffy. Lucky betch.
"Connor, play with me." Murphy whined. He appeared in the bathroom mirror behind his brother, leaning against the doorframe.
Connor had been observing himself in the mirror, something Murphy found him doing a lot lately. He would wiggle loose last remaining baby teeth, check his chin, chest, and underarm for hair, and flex his near non-existent biceps. Murphy saw no point in all his efforts. He didn't understand why Connor would want to look older.
"We could pretend like we're camping. We should build a fort!"
Connor shook his head.
"Pretend cops and robbers? You can play with the good gun this time."
Connor messed with his naturally wild hair.
"Stare any longer that mirror's gonna break." Sighing, Murphy rested his head against the door with a thud. He started to make funny faces in the mirror. Nose turned up, lips peeled back.
Connor gave up. "Pretending is for babies, Murph." He pulled on his discarded shirt and shut the light, "'m not 9 anymore." He walked past Murphy and into the living room where he plopped down on the couch.
"Oh right," Murphy followed suit, "we're 10." he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Since when did you decide we're too old to play pretend anymore?" Just two days ago Murphy could've sworn they were blasting off into space in a wooden crate.
"Since I have a girlfriend now." Connor declared proudly. Upon locating the remote he switched on the television and flipped through the limited channels they received.
Murphy made a disgusted face at this. "A girlfriend? And 'm not your little brother!" Connor just laughed at him and ruffled his hair. Murphy shoved him. "What's so great about havin a girlfriend anyway? Girls are so annoying." He said this more to himself.
"Hey I like girls."
Murphy's eyes narrowed at the notion of Connor leaving him to play with some stupid girl. "Why?" He knew that he would someday have a girlfriend, but that was way later, when he'd be in middle school or something.
"You wouldn't understand, Murph." Connor finally settled on watching an afternoon action flick special.
Murphy's eyes never left him, "Explain it to me then."
"First of all, girls don't like playin pirates or wrestling or howling at the moon, pretendin like they're dogs."
Murphy sure loved pretending to be a dog; barking and running wild and eating without a spoon. "What is it they like to do then?"
Connor wracked his brain and realized he also had no idea what girls liked to do. "They're uhh, they're like cats."
"Cats."
"Aye they're always takin care of the way they look, ya know, brushing their hair and stuff. And they don't like getting dirty."
Murphy still didn't understand why Connor would be interested in girls. "What else do girls like?"
"They like to hold hands."
"That's stupid."
"Well you asked."
Connor watched, captivated, as the hero dodged boulders, weaved through mass cave-ins and swung out of danger with just the use of rope. His attention was pulled from the television when his twin decided to stretch out on the couch with his head in his lap. He pouted up at him.
"What are ya doin?"
Murphy didn't say anything, just smiled and nuzzled Connor's stomach. Connor just shook his head and committed to watching the movie.
"Meow..."
Connor stared down at him, eyebrows raised.
Murphy had a wicked look on his face. "Meow?"
"Murphy." Connor said warningly, though his threat was weak.
"Meow...meooow." Play with me, play with me. He clawed the air.
"Are you my kitty now?" Connor asked.
Murphy nodded excitedly, sat up and reached for Connor's hand to pet his hair. He then started to purr.
Connor's hand ran through his hair and down the nape of his neck. He watched Murphy shut his eyes and hum in contentment as his hand traveled over his spine down to his tailbone. He watched in fascination as Murphy's spine arched and his butt raised where he touched. He did it again and Murphy's nails dug into his thighs. "Well if you're my kitty, ya need to be on the floor, Murph. Can't have ya shedding all over the couch what with Ma being allergic and all. And on all fours."
Murphy slid to the floor at Connor's feet and sat on his haunches. The blue light from the forgotten television screen illuminating his lithe figure. He rubbed his cheek on Connor's knee, bright blue eyes never leaving his master's.
"You're such a pretty kitty." Connor pet his hair one last time before undoing his own belt. "If you're my kitty, you're gonna need this collar I got ya. So no one tries to take ya away from me." He wrapped the belt around Murphy's neck and fastened it loose enough for him to breath. Connor cupped the side of his face affectionately and was surprised when Murphy's pink tongue darted out to lick his palm.
He scratched under his kitty's chin and whispered, "I'm takin ya out on a walk." Using the end of the belt as a leash, he took Murphy on a short stroll in the house, disregarding the fact that no one really walked their cats.
The fashioned collar tightened around Murphy's neck, but he didn't complain. Just kept crawling on his hands and knees and meowing.
They happily trotted along until they came to a halt at the entrance of their bedroom when Connor realized something, "You've got no kitten ears! And a tail, too." He rummaged the closet until he found the ears and tail of a fox costume from Murphy's role in their school play. Once back at Murphy, he paused, "Cats don't wear clothes neither."
Murphy sauntered in the room and climbed on the bed they shared, allowing Connor to undress him, minding his collar.
Murphy was playing the role so well. He was calm for once, not talking, and he listened to whatever his master told him. Connor wondered what else he could make Murphy do as he tied the tail around his skinny hips and put the cat ears on his head. Murphy sat back down, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, strangely comfortable being naked in his new cat persona.
He meowed softly.
Connor ran his fingers down Murphy's arm. "You're fur is so soft." He caught himself staring, taking in the image of the other boy and wanted to reach out and pet him everywhere.
Murphy crept away, holding back giggles and eyeing Connor the way he had on the couch. He then pounced on Connor as if he were a mouse and pinned him, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He proceeded to lick Connor's face and neck, leaving wet trails behind.
Connor thrashed, laughing and wiping the spit off. "Bad kitty! Don't make me tie ya up!" His hands rested on Murphy's smooth hips. Now fully aware of their predicament, he froze, a blush of heat creeping through his cheeks.
"Meow?" Maybe tying him up wasn't such a bad idea. Yeah, with rope. And a gag to shut his naughty little mouth. Connor flipped them over so he was on top. His eyes roamed Murphy all over until their eyes met and Connor could no longer see haughty kitty Murphy, but his twin brother Murphy whose eyes reflected what their fraternal features didn't.
Connor was no longer Master Connor and remembering their conversation from earlier that evening, another clever thought popped into his head. He whispered, "I know what else girls like, Murphy." He licked his lips and, without waiting for a reply, leaned down to press them against Murphy's.
When he pulled back Murphy's eyelashes fluttered and wide eyes looked up at him. "What's that?"
Connor smirked and kissed him again.
They continued playing kitty and Murphy was thrilled they weren't too old for pretending now.
They'd fallen asleep but was awakened by their Ma coming home from work to find the tv left on and one of her twin boys naked, with cat ears and a tail, a belt secured around his neck, and his hands and feet bound to the bedposts. Despite the stern talking to, or rather, incessant verbal beating they received, Connor and Murphy couldn't contain their knowing smiles and glances until Ma wore herself out and decided they all needed to go to bed.
Connor stripped to his shorts and Murphy put on nightwear and they crawled under the covers, snuggling up close.
To Murphy's delight, before they fell asleep once again that night, Connor suggested that, "Next time, we can play doggie."
Author: marmaladeflesh
Rating: PG-13. Who's got a dirty mind.
Summary: The boys play pretend. Very fun, light fic written for astroxzombiesx because I couldn't get the picture of Murphy acting like a kitten out my head.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Troy Duffy. Lucky betch.
"Connor, play with me." Murphy whined. He appeared in the bathroom mirror behind his brother, leaning against the doorframe.
Connor had been observing himself in the mirror, something Murphy found him doing a lot lately. He would wiggle loose last remaining baby teeth, check his chin, chest, and underarm for hair, and flex his near non-existent biceps. Murphy saw no point in all his efforts. He didn't understand why Connor would want to look older.
"We could pretend like we're camping. We should build a fort!"
Connor shook his head.
"Pretend cops and robbers? You can play with the good gun this time."
Connor messed with his naturally wild hair.
"Stare any longer that mirror's gonna break." Sighing, Murphy rested his head against the door with a thud. He started to make funny faces in the mirror. Nose turned up, lips peeled back.
Connor gave up. "Pretending is for babies, Murph." He pulled on his discarded shirt and shut the light, "'m not 9 anymore." He walked past Murphy and into the living room where he plopped down on the couch.
"Oh right," Murphy followed suit, "we're 10." he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Since when did you decide we're too old to play pretend anymore?" Just two days ago Murphy could've sworn they were blasting off into space in a wooden crate.
"Since I have a girlfriend now." Connor declared proudly. Upon locating the remote he switched on the television and flipped through the limited channels they received.
Murphy made a disgusted face at this. "A girlfriend? And 'm not your little brother!" Connor just laughed at him and ruffled his hair. Murphy shoved him. "What's so great about havin a girlfriend anyway? Girls are so annoying." He said this more to himself.
"Hey I like girls."
Murphy's eyes narrowed at the notion of Connor leaving him to play with some stupid girl. "Why?" He knew that he would someday have a girlfriend, but that was way later, when he'd be in middle school or something.
"You wouldn't understand, Murph." Connor finally settled on watching an afternoon action flick special.
Murphy's eyes never left him, "Explain it to me then."
"First of all, girls don't like playin pirates or wrestling or howling at the moon, pretendin like they're dogs."
Murphy sure loved pretending to be a dog; barking and running wild and eating without a spoon. "What is it they like to do then?"
Connor wracked his brain and realized he also had no idea what girls liked to do. "They're uhh, they're like cats."
"Cats."
"Aye they're always takin care of the way they look, ya know, brushing their hair and stuff. And they don't like getting dirty."
Murphy still didn't understand why Connor would be interested in girls. "What else do girls like?"
"They like to hold hands."
"That's stupid."
"Well you asked."
Connor watched, captivated, as the hero dodged boulders, weaved through mass cave-ins and swung out of danger with just the use of rope. His attention was pulled from the television when his twin decided to stretch out on the couch with his head in his lap. He pouted up at him.
"What are ya doin?"
Murphy didn't say anything, just smiled and nuzzled Connor's stomach. Connor just shook his head and committed to watching the movie.
"Meow..."
Connor stared down at him, eyebrows raised.
Murphy had a wicked look on his face. "Meow?"
"Murphy." Connor said warningly, though his threat was weak.
"Meow...meooow." Play with me, play with me. He clawed the air.
"Are you my kitty now?" Connor asked.
Murphy nodded excitedly, sat up and reached for Connor's hand to pet his hair. He then started to purr.
Connor's hand ran through his hair and down the nape of his neck. He watched Murphy shut his eyes and hum in contentment as his hand traveled over his spine down to his tailbone. He watched in fascination as Murphy's spine arched and his butt raised where he touched. He did it again and Murphy's nails dug into his thighs. "Well if you're my kitty, ya need to be on the floor, Murph. Can't have ya shedding all over the couch what with Ma being allergic and all. And on all fours."
Murphy slid to the floor at Connor's feet and sat on his haunches. The blue light from the forgotten television screen illuminating his lithe figure. He rubbed his cheek on Connor's knee, bright blue eyes never leaving his master's.
"You're such a pretty kitty." Connor pet his hair one last time before undoing his own belt. "If you're my kitty, you're gonna need this collar I got ya. So no one tries to take ya away from me." He wrapped the belt around Murphy's neck and fastened it loose enough for him to breath. Connor cupped the side of his face affectionately and was surprised when Murphy's pink tongue darted out to lick his palm.
He scratched under his kitty's chin and whispered, "I'm takin ya out on a walk." Using the end of the belt as a leash, he took Murphy on a short stroll in the house, disregarding the fact that no one really walked their cats.
The fashioned collar tightened around Murphy's neck, but he didn't complain. Just kept crawling on his hands and knees and meowing.
They happily trotted along until they came to a halt at the entrance of their bedroom when Connor realized something, "You've got no kitten ears! And a tail, too." He rummaged the closet until he found the ears and tail of a fox costume from Murphy's role in their school play. Once back at Murphy, he paused, "Cats don't wear clothes neither."
Murphy sauntered in the room and climbed on the bed they shared, allowing Connor to undress him, minding his collar.
Murphy was playing the role so well. He was calm for once, not talking, and he listened to whatever his master told him. Connor wondered what else he could make Murphy do as he tied the tail around his skinny hips and put the cat ears on his head. Murphy sat back down, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, strangely comfortable being naked in his new cat persona.
He meowed softly.
Connor ran his fingers down Murphy's arm. "You're fur is so soft." He caught himself staring, taking in the image of the other boy and wanted to reach out and pet him everywhere.
Murphy crept away, holding back giggles and eyeing Connor the way he had on the couch. He then pounced on Connor as if he were a mouse and pinned him, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He proceeded to lick Connor's face and neck, leaving wet trails behind.
Connor thrashed, laughing and wiping the spit off. "Bad kitty! Don't make me tie ya up!" His hands rested on Murphy's smooth hips. Now fully aware of their predicament, he froze, a blush of heat creeping through his cheeks.
"Meow?" Maybe tying him up wasn't such a bad idea. Yeah, with rope. And a gag to shut his naughty little mouth. Connor flipped them over so he was on top. His eyes roamed Murphy all over until their eyes met and Connor could no longer see haughty kitty Murphy, but his twin brother Murphy whose eyes reflected what their fraternal features didn't.
Connor was no longer Master Connor and remembering their conversation from earlier that evening, another clever thought popped into his head. He whispered, "I know what else girls like, Murphy." He licked his lips and, without waiting for a reply, leaned down to press them against Murphy's.
When he pulled back Murphy's eyelashes fluttered and wide eyes looked up at him. "What's that?"
Connor smirked and kissed him again.
They continued playing kitty and Murphy was thrilled they weren't too old for pretending now.
They'd fallen asleep but was awakened by their Ma coming home from work to find the tv left on and one of her twin boys naked, with cat ears and a tail, a belt secured around his neck, and his hands and feet bound to the bedposts. Despite the stern talking to, or rather, incessant verbal beating they received, Connor and Murphy couldn't contain their knowing smiles and glances until Ma wore herself out and decided they all needed to go to bed.
Connor stripped to his shorts and Murphy put on nightwear and they crawled under the covers, snuggling up close.
To Murphy's delight, before they fell asleep once again that night, Connor suggested that, "Next time, we can play doggie."