Amnesia, Daniel/Alexander, NC-17 Part Two of Two
Title: Visible Soul
Pairing: Daniel/Alexander
Summary: AU: Alexander is a Baron who takes in a little tabby cat and gets more than he bargains for.
Warnings: Pretty sure this counts as bestiality lmfao, animal-human hybrids, heat-cycles, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 6,107 / 13,194
Rating: NC-17
A/N 1: In my defence, this was going to be a G-rated cat-fest, but then all of my kinks happened /sob. Requires suspension of disbelief in regards to cat biology. I know toms don’t go into heat, but shhhh. This is my brain child and, oh god. I know. Please don’t judge too hard ;__; I’m also trying to calculate how much of my soul I’ll lose if I write an mpreg sequel. Who can say no to ass-kittens? Can possibly be bribed with kind words and/or a harsh beating.
A/N 2: Also posted at AO3. Title taken from the quote: “I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau. Please feel free to point out any mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Amnesia or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
However, when Daniel should be crawling to his door, begging for help, he’s nowhere to be found. The days of Daniel’s heat come and go and eventually Alexander catches him every now and then as he strolls around the castle in his feline form once more. He wonders if perhaps the itch hadn’t been as bad as previous times and Daniel had no need of it, but the explanation doesn’t sit right with him.
Eventually, the month passes and Daniel’s next heat is only a few days away, and he returns to his study one evening to find Daniel the cat sniffing around his desk. He immediately runs out of the room when Alexander clears his throat, darting straight between Alexander’s legs as he leaves. Alexander double checks the locks, making sure everything is secure and doesn’t think anything more of it until the week is almost over.
He knows Daniel must be in heat as he hasn’t seen him for a few days, but it’s when he’s digging through his drawers, looking for a paper filled with measurements which he needs to continue his work, that he realises it’s no longer locked. He laughs when he finds the toy missing from its place and knows that he perhaps hasn’t given Daniel enough credit. Every cat is certainly cunning in its own way.
Entirely distracted, he makes his way to the guestroom, lingering outside Daniel’s door and listening to the sounds leaking under it.
Daniel is definitely preoccupied, his moans loud and clear in the silence. He gasps and mewls and pleads for more, and Alexander knows he’s thrusting the leather object inside himself, trying his best to end the heat-cycle. Alexander presses his palm flat against the wood, eyes falling shut, and wishes he could see beyond if only for a brief moment. He wonders how far down Daniel’s chest the flush goes, wonders what Daniel’s mouth tastes like and how it would feel, open against his own.
The noises grow louder, more desperate, but after a long while, instead of crying out in pleasure, there’s a yell of anguish and a dull thud on the wall just to the right of the door. It’s as though Daniel has thrown the toy across the room, frustrated by the fact that it’s still not enough, and Alexander holds his breath to hear the quiet sounds of Daniel sobbing and cursing.
“It’s never enough,” Daniel complains, voice distorting as it filters through the wood.
Alexander only listens a little while longer, the noise of dragging sheets and fluffing pillows enough for him to imagine Daniel curling up and trying to sleep, entirely unsatisfied.
He leaves as quietly as he came, wondering how long it will take Daniel to return to him once more, asking for help.
*
Daniel’s next cycle comes quicker than usual, only a fortnight since the last, and Daniel looks exhausted when Alexander finds him on the divan in his own study. He has another of Alexander’s shirts on, one somehow stolen from his wardrobe without him noticing, and he’s fast asleep with his head tipped back, mouth slightly open. He breathes exactly as he does when in his feline form, the noises gentle like soft sighs.
Alexander leaves him to rest, knowing he must only have a few hours of calm before the itch returns once more, and takes a seat opposite. He folds his hands in his lap and watches the sleeping man without the worry of being caught. Daniel’s face looks softer when he’s not awake, the lines across his forehead missing and the tenseness of his jaw line gone. His nose twitches like it does when he’s a cat and Alexander can’t help it as he rises from his chair and kneels carefully before Daniel, one hand coming up to the side of his head.
Slowly, he lowers it, fingertips brushing just behind Daniel’s cat ears. They jerk away from the contact and Daniel shifts in his sleep, but when Alexander finally scratches him with purpose, his ears perk back up, straining forward as though to give Alexander more room to touch. He begins purring, the noise steadily growing louder until Alexander knows Daniel can’t sleep through it. Daniel blinks slowly, waking lazily with a large yawn and a stretch of his limbs around Alexander’s body. He settles back into the cushions, not seeming to mind at all that Alexander is where he is, petting him like a domesticated animal.
“S’nice,” he slurs happily, tipping his head into the contact.
Despite seeing Daniel so content, Alexander cannot help but ask the question he’s been thinking of since he discovered Daniel’s difficulties.
“Are you happy, Daniel?”
Daniel peers at him from one eye and frown, his purr falling a few decibels.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You are at the mercy of your body. Does it not frustrate you?”
Daniel draws away from Alexander’s touch, eyeing him warily.
“I am happy with who I am,” he replies quietly, but seeming more alert. “What happens to me is just another vice. Even you must succumb to desire sometimes, Alexander, but do you punish yourself for it?”
“Of course not, but I am not a slave to it as you are.”
Daniel shrugs as though he doesn’t quite agree.
“I have urges and they may be stronger, but it is still the same instinctive behaviour.”
“What happens when you cannot satisfy it?” he asks, alluding to the bitter tone of Daniel’s complaint when he last overheard him during his cycle, but Daniel just shrugs again.
“No one can be satisfied all of the time.”
Alexander can’t help but smirk.
“You can’t have been with many considerate lovers then.”
Daniel doesn’t even falter before he answers.
“I haven’t been with any lovers, but even the greatest lover in the world couldn’t make everyone happy all the time.” He falls silent for a moment before nudging back under Alexander’s hand, urging him to continue scratching his ear. “I have learned to live with it and I make the best of what I have.”
He cannot argue with that, Alexander thinks, carding his fingers through Daniel’s hair and listening to the purring that begins once more.
“You’re allowing me to remain in your home, so it is not all bad,” Daniel says with a soft smile and Alexander’s other hand comes up to cup the side of Daniel’s face, thumb gently running over his bottom lip.
“Where have you been before now?”
“Here and there. I was born in England, but when my parents realised what I was, they gave me away. I haven’t been with anyone longer than I have with you.”
Alexander’s brows lift in surprise; he can’t imagine what it must be like to always be on the move.
“Then it is lucky that I found you.”
Daniel turns his face, brushing his mouth against Alexander’s palm.
“Yes,” he says, voice muffled by Alexander’s skin. “Yes it is.”
His pupils are wide when he looks at Alexander again and something soft brushes against Alexander’s wrist. It isn’t until he glances down that he realises it’s Daniel’s tail gently stroking against his arm, the movements lazy but measured. He lets go of Daniel’s face and instead circles the tail with his fingers, petting the soft fur and listening as Daniel’s purring gets louder, quiet mewls thrown in periodically. Daniel’s own hands fall to the seat of the settee, gripping tightly as though holding back from doing anything else with them. His back arches gently, but enough that Alexander notices, he’s about to let go of Daniel and allow him to fall back asleep before the next wave of his heat hits, before he realises that he’s already too late.
There’s a faint flush across Daniel’s face and Daniel lets out a noise of need, spreading his knees open, almost allowing Alexander to see everything underneath the oversized shirt.
“Daniel?” he asks, wondering if he’s lucid enough to understand and answer, but Daniel just presses forward, trying to lean into him.
“Please,” he whispers so quietly Alexander almost doesn’t hear him.
“Daniel, you have to go back to your room.”
Daniel whines low in his throat and shifts again, trying his best to draw Alexander towards him, between his parted legs.
“Take me to yours.”
Daniel leans forward, lips parted and heading in the direction of Alexander’s neck and Alexander might have let them carry on in any other situation, but Daniel is too far gone for the action to be anything other than force from his heat. Alexander grips him steadily by the shoulders, keeping him from doing anything either of them may later regret, but Daniel struggles and pleads and outright begs.
“Please,” he says, one leg curling around Alexander’s hip as he leans back as though to offer everything to Alexander. “You can stop it from hurting. You can pretend I’m someone else, I don’t mind, I swear, just please - ”
He cuts himself off with a low whine and attempts to palm himself through the shirt, but Alexander catches his wrist and pins it against the back of the settee.
“No, Daniel, you don’t have to give in.”
Daniel yowls, the noise far from human, and tries to free himself again. Before he can cause any damage to either of them, Alexander pulls him up onto his feet - though the smaller man wobbles precariously - and begins walking towards the door, dragging Daniel with him. Daniel trips, sprawling along Alexander’s side, and begins rutting against his thigh and Alexander feels the swelling of his cock perfectly through the thin material separating them.
Daniel pants and digs his fingers into Alexander’s skin, clutching for all he’s worth, while Alexander struggles with the door handle to free them. He eventually manages to get it open, but Daniel doesn’t seem to want to move any further, and Alexander ends up lifting him and throwing him over one shoulder. The position is possibly worse for Alexander’s resolve, as Daniel manages to wind his legs around him and thrusts against his chest.
Alexander steadies him with a hand on the back of one thigh, where the cotton of his shirt is slightly damp; Alexander can’t tell if it’s sweat or the wetness building up inside of Daniel, preparing him for a possible partner. Alexander presses his fingers down and listens to the noise Daniel lets out, high-pitched and encouraging and almost enough to make Alexander drop Daniel to the floor and take him where he lands. Instead, he staggers a few more steps to the guestroom and releases Daniel over the bed, but he doesn’t fall until Alexander manages to unhook each of Daniel’s limbs, pulling them away from his body.
The shirt shifts as Daniel flops backwards, hitching further up his legs and when Daniel opens his knees, Alexander can’t look away from the soft skin of Daniel’s cock and the way his inner thighs seem to glisten with natural lubricant. He steps back before he can give into temptation, blinking away just as Daniel’s fingers slip between his legs, pressing into secreted places. Alexander clears his throat and walks back to the door, refusing to turn around when Daniel begins to moan in earnest, the noise of his fingers trusting into his body far louder than expected.
“I am sorry, Daniel,” he says, knowing that Daniel must be half-crazy with need, on the brink of pain and pleasure. He shuts the door, muffling all of the sounds from within, especially the gentle cry of Alexander’s name that falls from Daniel’s mouth, and locks it with the skeleton key he keeps on his person at all times.
For a moment he leans upon the cool wood, pressing his forehead against it to soothe his feverish skin, but he knows he cannot linger, lest he give in to Daniel’s pleas.
He turns away, ignoring the longing of his own body, and isn’t until he’s back in his study that he realises Daniel doesn’t even have his toy to ease the pain. He knows he’s too late to help now; another visit will only make things worse for the man. He pours himself a large tumbler of whiskey and tries not to think about whose name is rolling off Daniel’s tongue as he writhes across the sheets.
*
There are two dead mice just outside his bedroom door the next morning and he can’t help but wish Daniel wouldn’t use his transformation as an excuse to hide and pretend nothing ever happened. As he throws them out the window, he feels a heavy gaze upon him, but for the life of him he cannot find where Daniel is hiding. He moves away without looking back and lets the glass slam shut by itself, the sound dull and ultimately final.
*
Alexander isn’t man of many habits. He doesn’t have enough time for them. He takes his leisure when he can and his pleasure in the spaces in between. With Daniel in the castle, it makes it a little more difficult to enjoy what little time he has for self-gratification, too worried that Daniel may accidentally stumble upon him.
However, as it is, he knows Daniel is mid-way through another week spent cooped up in the guestroom and he has the entire wing to himself. Which is why he’s been sprawled out on his bed for the last hour keeping himself on the brink of release, teasing himself mercilessly with a firm hand wrapped around his arousal. With eyes shut, he finds himself free to picture brown, shoulder-length hair - perfect for twisting his fingers into and forcing the man to his knees - and rosy lips, so wet and inviting. He imagines how prettily Daniel’s mouth would look stretched around him and how he would arch back into every thrust if Alexander were to take him as he should.
He feels his body tense, breaths turning uneven as he nears the edge again, but squeezes the base of his erection and quells the flood of sensation before anything can come of it. There’s a twinge of pain as he denies his body once more and he knows that when it next happens it will finally be time to let go.
He returns to thinking of Daniel in his human form, picturing him trying to ease the itch of his heat, rutting against anything firm and willing to stay still long enough for him to find release. He wonders if Daniel thinks of him when he’s mindless with pleasure, if he ever imagines what Alexander could give him. The toy made to help can only relieve so much of his need, Alexander knows, but real flesh and desire could take him to unknown heights and Alexander hopes he’s been thinking of the possibilities. He could push Daniel to his knees and slide into the warmth of his body while he begs and pleads for more; Alexander would never have to hold back, could press forward as hard and as furious as he likes and Daniel would accept it all.
“Ah!” he gasps, hand faltering as he lifts his hips into the contact.
He’s balancing on the thin line of release when he hears the gentle thud against his window and looks to the side to find the feline version of Daniel balancing on the windowsill, eyes focussed on him through the glass.
“Daniel?” he questions, but before he can stop himself, he comes hard over his hand, eyes falling shut, feeling as though he’s been blown apart. He shudders and works himself through the pleasure, unable to look to see if Daniel still watches him, or if he’s turned away in shame. With one final squeeze, he finally lets himself go, arms falling limply at his sides, refusing to move while he slowly catches his breath.
Eventually he glances over, but there’s nothing on the sill, only the sound of the gentle wind whistling past. He drags himself up, standing on shaking knees, and makes his way to the window, heedless of his state of undress. He carefully unfastens the latch holding it closed and opens it to lean out, looking each way to see if he can spot Daniel leaping from sill to sill, but he finds nothing. There’s a window slightly ajar one floor below and Alexander knows it’s where Daniel has gone.
He leaves the window open, letting the stale air out, and makes his way to the bathroom, running a hot bath for himself to clean the mess from his skin and to soak in while he mulls over his new information.
What he cannot figure out, however, is why Daniel wasn’t in his human form as he should have been, but he gets his answer a week later when Daniel still refuses to show himself, but the toy hidden within Alexander’s desk disappears.
*
“Your heat pattern has changed again?” he asks his cat when he finally resurfaces, slinking into the room silently and startling Alexander slightly when he jumps into the seat opposite.
Daniel kneads at the cushion below and keeps his face turned away as though he can’t hear. It says much more than Daniel could ever put into words.
“Being in your other form doesn’t allow you to invade my privacy, Daniel.”
The cat lifts his head and blinks, eyes wide as though surprised Alexander brings it up now, but Alexander isn’t the sort of man to stew in his own thoughts for longer than necessary.
“If you were at your most vulnerable as I was, would you allow me to watch you?” Daniel’s tail flicks as though in agitation and his ears flatten on top of his head. “I thought not.”
He takes a mouthful of wine from the glass in his hand and turns to scoop a book off the side table, flipping easily to where he last folded down the corner. Daniel jumps from the chair, landing gracefully on the floor once more before trotting over to the door and leaving without another sound. Alexander doesn’t try to call him back.
*
The last thing Alexander expects to find in his study at the end of the week is Daniel in his human form once more.
“Surely it cannot be time for another heat already,” he says unable to keep the intrigue from his tone.
“You have already seen me at my most vulnerable,” Daniel says quietly, not quite meeting Alexander’s gaze and it takes Alexander a moment to understand what he means.
“If you were in your right mind at the time would you have allowed me to watch?”
Daniel doesn’t answer, but the fact that he has returned is enough. If he didn’t want Alexander to watch, he would have locked himself up in the guestroom for the night, but instead he sits on Alexander’s divan, even as his eyes begin to darken with the beginnings of his heat.
“You need not do this,” Alexander says softly. “I know you have learned from your mistake.”
Daniel rubs at his own thigh, keening quietly.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he admits as though unable to stop himself from telling the truth. “I sought you out because I realised you have a pattern too. I think my heat is trying to synchronise us.”
Alexander sits heavily in his own armchair facing Daniel and can’t help but notice the trembling of Daniel’s body; he can’t distinguish if it’s anticipation or lust.
“I have already done all I can for you,” he replies and Daniel shakes his head.
“No, not everything.”
With Daniel’s pupils blown wide, Alexander knows what he’s referring to.
“I cannot take advantage of you, Daniel.”
Daniel shakes his head again more vigorously and fidgets against the settee, as though unable to get comfortable.
“You won’t,” he whines. “I want this.”
His voice is deep and rasping, unlike anything Alexander has heard from him before, and for just a second he wonders what it would be like to believe him.
“That’s the heat talking.”
Daniel whines his complaint even as he slips a hand between his legs under his shirt.
“It gets better after a release or two; the heat isn’t as strong afterwards. If I still voice the same sentiments will you promise to help me?”
Alexander truly wishes he could.
“I cannot promise anything, Daniel. I will be the judge of how lucid you are, but until then my answer remains the same.”
Daniel nods this time, teeth almost clacking with the force of it, and his eyes fall closed. It takes Alexander a moment to notice the bulge under Daniel’s shirt that can’t be anything other than his hand wrapped around his cock. He tries not to stare, but he feels Daniel’s gaze on him, hot and heavy and unmistakeable. Daniel ruts up into his palm, but the noise of the restrictive shirt alone is enough to tell Alexander that it must frustrate the younger man. It is only a few moments later that Daniel stands, quickly shucking the clothing before falling back onto the divan and resuming his actions.
Alexander’s eyes seem drawn to the leaking tip of Daniel’s cock and when he finally shifts his gaze upwards, he finds Daniel staring at him, bottom lip pinched between his teeth. Daniel’s hand strokes slowly, drawing up his entire length, squeezing at the head, before sliding back down. Even if Alexander shut his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to ignore the slick sound of skin on skin; he watches Daniel’s face instead, noticing every jerk and change of expression, how his feline ears twitch and flattening atop of his head as his breaths quicken and grow louder.
Daniel shifts the angle of his hips and his other hand slips between his thighs; Alexander can’t look away from the wet opening Daniel’s fingertip circles around and when Daniel finally breaches himself, Alexander almost feels the vibration of the moan he lets out. The finger slides inside with any obvious resistance and Daniel begins pumping it in and out of his body before Alexander even has time to catch his breath. Daniel pants and rolls his body down into his hands, a second finger slipping inside him and Alexander knows he’s probably not ready for another yet, but if there’s any discomfort, Daniel doesn’t show it.
The hand around his cock speeds up and Daniel’s head thumps against the backrest behind, his mouth loose and open as he gasps and sighs out pleasure. His face scrunches up and Alexander wonders if he’s about to come, but Daniel lets out a ragged groan, eyes glistening with built-up tears.
“I-it hurts,” he grinds out. “I can’t - ”
Alexander doesn’t even realises he’s out of his chair until he’s crouched down in front of Daniel, rubbing his palm soothingly over Daniel’s cheek.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
Daniel shakes his head, chest heaving as he tries to breathe.
“So close,” he gasps out. “Hurts so much.”
Alexander’s fingers slide through the ends of Daniel’s hair as he tries his best to calm him down, but Daniel’s eyes are still wide with pain and a light sheen of sweat breaks out across his forehead.
“Daniel,” he whispers, drawing the man’s attention back to him and waiting for Daniel to finally meet his eyes once more. “Come for me, Daniel.”
The response is immediate. Daniel arches back, knees spreading wider and fingers sliding deeper, and his body turns into one graceful line of tension as he lets out a strangled yell and releases all over his own hand and stomach. In his many years, Alexander has never seen anything so beautiful and the mess Daniel makes of himself takes his breath away. He strokes his thumb over Daniel’s cheekbone and murmurs praise while Daniel finally begins to calm.
As close as he is, Alexander can smell Daniel’s heady scent, and he wonders if there’s some sort of pheromone within it because his cock twitches inside his trousers as though responding to Daniel’s need. He surreptitiously adjusts himself with his free hand and watches Daniel wince as he pulls his own fingers free of his body.
He glances about as though looking for a place to wipe his hand and Alexander lifts himself up, the joints of his knees cracking loudly in the silence, quickly making his way into the nearby bathroom to soak a flannel in water. He takes it back to Daniel who doesn’t seem to want to move because he doesn’t respond when Alexander holds out the cloth. Alexander lets out a quiet sigh and kneels down once more, gently washing Daniel’s skin where it’s sticky with release. When he reaches between Daniel’s legs, attempting to clean his entrance, Daniel curls forward, clamping his legs together tightly.
“If you won’t do it yourself, Daniel, then you must let me.”
He holds the flannel out once more, but Daniel continues to ignore it. Slowly, Alexander encourages Daniel’s thighs apart, rubbing the slick, oily substance from his skin, avoiding the more sensitive sections until Daniel finally shifts and gives him more room to wipe him down. He hisses slightly as Alexander swipes the cloth over his entrance and Alexander can’t figure out if it’s a human or feline noise.
“How long until it begins again?” he asks as he finishes cleaning Daniel and Daniel sighs with disinterest and curls back in on himself.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
Daniel shrugs, which isn’t entirely helpful and Alexander begins to draw away, until Daniel’s hand reaches out and catches him by the wrist.
“Will you help me next time? Do I seem rational enough for you to finally give in and touch me?”
Daniel’s words start to slur together as he begins to drift into sleep, purring slightly when Alexander rubs his hand between his ears; Alexander lets the damp flannel fall unheeded onto the floor. He collects Daniel into his arms, lifting his slender form easily, and takes him into his own bedroom, laying him on the stark sheets and watching as he seems automatically drawn to the pillow he usually sleeps upon while in his feline form. He rolls onto his stomach and tugs it towards him, nestling into the softness with a gentle noise of contentment. His tail twitches just once before settling down between his buttocks, offering privacy, though Alexander knows he doesn’t need it, not after what he’s seen Daniel do.
Alexander draws the only chair in the room closer to the bed and sits, watching Daniel doze quietly, unsure what to truly expect. The heat is a gradual process, he learns, noticing how Daniel shifts periodically, his movements growing more frequent and more lethargic with every passing minute. Eventually Daniel lets out a grunt of discomfort and slides his knees underneath himself, pushing up slightly and letting Alexander see the heavy arousal once more hanging between his legs.
Daniel turns his face to the side, his normally pale cheeks flushed with colour, and meets Alexander’s gaze. Even with the lamp on the bedside, Daniel’s eyes are still dark and shadowed. Daniel wets his lips and lets out a noise that could possibly be Alexander’s name. Alexander stands and moves closer to the bed, interest piqued.
“What do you need, Daniel?” he whispers, leaning in, eyes focused on Daniel’s rosy mouth.
Daniel blinks and one hand makes its way across the bed as though to grab Alexander, but it stops halfway.
“P-please,” he stammers out, fingers going white where they clench in the sheets. “I need you.”
His tail swishes aside, revealing where he’s once more wet and ready and Alexander wants to hold it aside and slam into Daniel’s tight body until he begs for release. Instead, he kneels on the edge of the mattress and draws Daniel to him, letting him crawl into his lap and wind slim arms around his neck. Daniel presses his mouth to Alexander’s chin, his jaw, the corner of his lips, before Alexander finally leans down and kisses him properly, leaving no space between them.
Daniel mewls into his mouth, Alexander’s tongue doing nothing to muffle the noise, but he doesn’t mind because Daniel begins to purr and the vibrations rumble all the way down to his cock. He leans forward, spreading Daniel across the bed, letting his limbs flop bonelessly to the mattress, while his own hands slide over Daniel’s body, memorising every muscle and curve. Daniel winds his legs around Alexander’s waist and pulls himself up, grinding against the front of his trousers, and Alexander knows he must feel how hot and hard he is beneath his clothes because he moans as though he can’t think of anything other than Alexander sliding into him and easing the itch.
Alexander kisses him until Daniel’s breathless and pushing against his chest, needing air. He pulls out of Daniel’s embrace, ignoring the way Daniel pleads for him to return, and stands beside the bed, shedding his clothes with quick efficiency. When he’s entirely bare, he squeezes his cock just once to ease the pressure, before sliding back between Daniel’s legs, which fall open to accommodate his body. Daniel gropes for Alexander’s cock, attempting to slide it into him already, but Alexander pushes his hand away.
“Not yet; you are not prepared.”
Daniel lets out an impatient noise and grabs Alexander’s wrist, pressing two of his fingers into his body easily, allowing Alexander to feel the heat surrounding them.
“Yes I am,” is all he says and Alexander can’t drag his hand away quick enough. Daniel whines at the loss, but doesn’t stop him.
He lifts Daniel by the hips and lines himself up, nudging the head of his cock against his entrance until he slowly slides inside, letting them both feel the stretch of muscle. Daniel moans and Alexander watches his tail twitch where it’s trapped under their bodies, pinned to the sheets with their combined weight. Before he can even press the entire way inside, he pulls out, urging Daniel over onto his hands and knees, and rubbing his cock tantalisingly between his pale cheeks.
Daniel’s tail sticks straight up, hooking at the end as though he doesn’t have the energy to control it all, and he presses back, forcing Alexander back inside to resume slowly sinking into him. The tip of his arousal slips in and he bottoms out, sliding further inside the tight heat inch-by-inch. Daniel arches his back before falling face-first into the mattress as his arms give way. He doesn’t try to lift himself again, just rests his cheek against the sheets and pleads with Alexander for him to move.
“Do it,” he orders. “Mate with me.”
Alexander draws back until he almost slips free and then quickly slams forward, jolting Daniel’s lithe form and forcing a surprised gasp from between his lips.
“Yes!” Daniel hisses. “Yes!”
It’s impossible to stop himself from thrusting hard and fast into Daniel, his movements rough and demanding with his need to possess everything Daniel has to offer. He holds Daniel’s waist tightly, fingers more than likely pressing marks onto his skin, but Daniel doesn’t seem to mind, just pushes back, meeting every slide of Alexander’s body, breathing out encouragement as though Alexander even needs it.
The end of Daniel’s tail flicks with every buck of Alexander’s hips and the one ear that isn’t pressed into the mattress below flattens against Daniel’s head. He strokes one palm over where fur and skin meet just above the swell of his buttocks and Daniel yowls loudly, arching into the touch as though asking for more. Alexander continues rubbing the spot, watching Daniel’s fingers grapple with the sheets, tugging at them as if he doesn’t know what else to do.
He doesn’t even need to reach beneath Daniel to pleasure him further because he suddenly curls forward, his spine one long line of tension, and lets out a low noise of completion, his muscles clenching tightly around Alexander’s cock, giving him the extra push he needs. He only manages to thrust into Daniel a few more times before slams in as deep as he can and comes, the ecstasy whiting out his vision temporarily. He can’t bring himself to move, wanting to stay within the wet warmth of Daniel’s body for as long as he can, but as the minutes pass, he begins to soften and eventually slips out.
He rolls sideways, grabbing Daniel’s hips as he goes and tugging him down beside him; Daniel lets out a soft, contented noise as he hits the mattress and turns in Alexander’s arms to press against his chest.
“Do you feel better?” Alexander finally asks and Daniel sighs, his breath blowing warmly against Alexander’s collarbone.
“Mmhmm,” he answers with a slow nod, nestling further against Alexander’s body, as though too tired to do anything more.
“Will it stay away now?”
“Maybe,” Daniel mumbles, already seeming to fall asleep.
Alexander reaches across the bed, careful not to jostle Daniel too much, and extinguishes the lamp, allowing the darkness to settle around them. He listens to Daniel’s gentle breathing and gently rubs his back, letting a small smile play across his lips as the purring begins.
*
Daniel wakes him in the middle of the night, body taut with need once more, and it’s easy to slide inside him where he’s still slick with seed from earlier. This time Alexander moves slowly, drawing out their pleasure until Daniel finally cries out and spills between their bodies, Alexander following soon after. The exhaustion hits him as soon as he pulls free and when Daniel nudges him a few hours later when daylight is just beginning to slip in through the window, he almost doesn’t have enough strength to satisfy him for a third time.
Afterwards, Daniel falls asleep and snores for the first time as though finally, truly sated, and they don’t wake again until the early afternoon.
*
The first thing Alexander notices when he wakes is the soft purring coming from a lump in the duvet. When he curls it back, Daniel stretches and covers his face with his hands, as though to keep the daylight out. He winds a hand around Daniel’s shoulder and rolls him over, allowing Daniel to press his face against his chest, using it as a temporary shield. Alexander’s body hums with satisfaction and as he wakes further, he cards his fingers through Daniels’ hair, unknotting the tangles that have formed over the night.
Eventually, Daniel rolls onto his back, yawning and covering his mouth with a palm.
“Mmph,” he mumbles, eyes blinking and adjusting to the bright sunlight streaming into the room. “What time is it?”
Alexander tickles behind one of Daniel’s ears.
“Does it matter?”
Daniel shrugs.
“S’ppose not.”
He leans into Alexander touch and shuts his eyes again.
“How do you feel?” he asks, hoping Daniel is no longer in pain, but there haven’t been any more signs of arousal since their last coupling, which seems to be a good sign.
Daniel yawns again, but this time uses Alexander’s shoulder to stifle it.
“Fine,” he mumbles, voice muffled by skin. “Just a little sore.”
A possessive heat rolls through Alexander as he realises he’s the one that left that ache inside him, and he hooks a finger under Daniel’s chin, tipping his head up to slide their mouths together. Daniel responds lazily, movements slow, but still interested - if the flicking of his tongue is anything to go by. After a long moment, Alexander pulls away, eyes drawn to Daniel’s swollen lips.
“You may come to me when you are in heat, Daniel. I shall never turn you away,” he says before he can stop himself.
Daniel dips his head and presses his mouth just above Alexander’s nipple.
“And what if I’m not?” Alexander makes a soft noise of confusion and Daniel lifts his head, meeting Alexander’s gaze with hesitation clear in his expression. “What if I’m not in heat? Can I still come to you?”
Alexander slips a hand behind Daniel’s neck and tugs gently, forcing him to shift even closer. With his mouth dragging languidly against Daniel’s once more, he smiles.
“Of course,” he murmurs. “Nobody ever denies a cat of something it wants.”
He lets Daniel push him onto his back and Daniel’s limbs are loose and pliant as they slide around his body, thighs warm and firm, bracketing Alexander’s waist as he slowly straddles him.
“I want you,” Daniel says, bending down to graze his mouth along Alexander’s jaw and Alexander slides his hands up, fingers fitting perfectly against the bruises on Daniel’s hips.
“Then you shall have me,” is his only reply.
FIN
<< PART ONE
Pairing: Daniel/Alexander
Summary: AU: Alexander is a Baron who takes in a little tabby cat and gets more than he bargains for.
Warnings: Pretty sure this counts as bestiality lmfao, animal-human hybrids, heat-cycles, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 6,107 / 13,194
Rating: NC-17
A/N 1: In my defence, this was going to be a G-rated cat-fest, but then all of my kinks happened /sob. Requires suspension of disbelief in regards to cat biology. I know toms don’t go into heat, but shhhh. This is my brain child and, oh god. I know. Please don’t judge too hard ;__; I’m also trying to calculate how much of my soul I’ll lose if I write an mpreg sequel. Who can say no to ass-kittens? Can possibly be bribed with kind words and/or a harsh beating.
A/N 2: Also posted at AO3. Title taken from the quote: “I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau. Please feel free to point out any mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Amnesia or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
However, when Daniel should be crawling to his door, begging for help, he’s nowhere to be found. The days of Daniel’s heat come and go and eventually Alexander catches him every now and then as he strolls around the castle in his feline form once more. He wonders if perhaps the itch hadn’t been as bad as previous times and Daniel had no need of it, but the explanation doesn’t sit right with him.
Eventually, the month passes and Daniel’s next heat is only a few days away, and he returns to his study one evening to find Daniel the cat sniffing around his desk. He immediately runs out of the room when Alexander clears his throat, darting straight between Alexander’s legs as he leaves. Alexander double checks the locks, making sure everything is secure and doesn’t think anything more of it until the week is almost over.
He knows Daniel must be in heat as he hasn’t seen him for a few days, but it’s when he’s digging through his drawers, looking for a paper filled with measurements which he needs to continue his work, that he realises it’s no longer locked. He laughs when he finds the toy missing from its place and knows that he perhaps hasn’t given Daniel enough credit. Every cat is certainly cunning in its own way.
Entirely distracted, he makes his way to the guestroom, lingering outside Daniel’s door and listening to the sounds leaking under it.
Daniel is definitely preoccupied, his moans loud and clear in the silence. He gasps and mewls and pleads for more, and Alexander knows he’s thrusting the leather object inside himself, trying his best to end the heat-cycle. Alexander presses his palm flat against the wood, eyes falling shut, and wishes he could see beyond if only for a brief moment. He wonders how far down Daniel’s chest the flush goes, wonders what Daniel’s mouth tastes like and how it would feel, open against his own.
The noises grow louder, more desperate, but after a long while, instead of crying out in pleasure, there’s a yell of anguish and a dull thud on the wall just to the right of the door. It’s as though Daniel has thrown the toy across the room, frustrated by the fact that it’s still not enough, and Alexander holds his breath to hear the quiet sounds of Daniel sobbing and cursing.
“It’s never enough,” Daniel complains, voice distorting as it filters through the wood.
Alexander only listens a little while longer, the noise of dragging sheets and fluffing pillows enough for him to imagine Daniel curling up and trying to sleep, entirely unsatisfied.
He leaves as quietly as he came, wondering how long it will take Daniel to return to him once more, asking for help.
*
Daniel’s next cycle comes quicker than usual, only a fortnight since the last, and Daniel looks exhausted when Alexander finds him on the divan in his own study. He has another of Alexander’s shirts on, one somehow stolen from his wardrobe without him noticing, and he’s fast asleep with his head tipped back, mouth slightly open. He breathes exactly as he does when in his feline form, the noises gentle like soft sighs.
Alexander leaves him to rest, knowing he must only have a few hours of calm before the itch returns once more, and takes a seat opposite. He folds his hands in his lap and watches the sleeping man without the worry of being caught. Daniel’s face looks softer when he’s not awake, the lines across his forehead missing and the tenseness of his jaw line gone. His nose twitches like it does when he’s a cat and Alexander can’t help it as he rises from his chair and kneels carefully before Daniel, one hand coming up to the side of his head.
Slowly, he lowers it, fingertips brushing just behind Daniel’s cat ears. They jerk away from the contact and Daniel shifts in his sleep, but when Alexander finally scratches him with purpose, his ears perk back up, straining forward as though to give Alexander more room to touch. He begins purring, the noise steadily growing louder until Alexander knows Daniel can’t sleep through it. Daniel blinks slowly, waking lazily with a large yawn and a stretch of his limbs around Alexander’s body. He settles back into the cushions, not seeming to mind at all that Alexander is where he is, petting him like a domesticated animal.
“S’nice,” he slurs happily, tipping his head into the contact.
Despite seeing Daniel so content, Alexander cannot help but ask the question he’s been thinking of since he discovered Daniel’s difficulties.
“Are you happy, Daniel?”
Daniel peers at him from one eye and frown, his purr falling a few decibels.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You are at the mercy of your body. Does it not frustrate you?”
Daniel draws away from Alexander’s touch, eyeing him warily.
“I am happy with who I am,” he replies quietly, but seeming more alert. “What happens to me is just another vice. Even you must succumb to desire sometimes, Alexander, but do you punish yourself for it?”
“Of course not, but I am not a slave to it as you are.”
Daniel shrugs as though he doesn’t quite agree.
“I have urges and they may be stronger, but it is still the same instinctive behaviour.”
“What happens when you cannot satisfy it?” he asks, alluding to the bitter tone of Daniel’s complaint when he last overheard him during his cycle, but Daniel just shrugs again.
“No one can be satisfied all of the time.”
Alexander can’t help but smirk.
“You can’t have been with many considerate lovers then.”
Daniel doesn’t even falter before he answers.
“I haven’t been with any lovers, but even the greatest lover in the world couldn’t make everyone happy all the time.” He falls silent for a moment before nudging back under Alexander’s hand, urging him to continue scratching his ear. “I have learned to live with it and I make the best of what I have.”
He cannot argue with that, Alexander thinks, carding his fingers through Daniel’s hair and listening to the purring that begins once more.
“You’re allowing me to remain in your home, so it is not all bad,” Daniel says with a soft smile and Alexander’s other hand comes up to cup the side of Daniel’s face, thumb gently running over his bottom lip.
“Where have you been before now?”
“Here and there. I was born in England, but when my parents realised what I was, they gave me away. I haven’t been with anyone longer than I have with you.”
Alexander’s brows lift in surprise; he can’t imagine what it must be like to always be on the move.
“Then it is lucky that I found you.”
Daniel turns his face, brushing his mouth against Alexander’s palm.
“Yes,” he says, voice muffled by Alexander’s skin. “Yes it is.”
His pupils are wide when he looks at Alexander again and something soft brushes against Alexander’s wrist. It isn’t until he glances down that he realises it’s Daniel’s tail gently stroking against his arm, the movements lazy but measured. He lets go of Daniel’s face and instead circles the tail with his fingers, petting the soft fur and listening as Daniel’s purring gets louder, quiet mewls thrown in periodically. Daniel’s own hands fall to the seat of the settee, gripping tightly as though holding back from doing anything else with them. His back arches gently, but enough that Alexander notices, he’s about to let go of Daniel and allow him to fall back asleep before the next wave of his heat hits, before he realises that he’s already too late.
There’s a faint flush across Daniel’s face and Daniel lets out a noise of need, spreading his knees open, almost allowing Alexander to see everything underneath the oversized shirt.
“Daniel?” he asks, wondering if he’s lucid enough to understand and answer, but Daniel just presses forward, trying to lean into him.
“Please,” he whispers so quietly Alexander almost doesn’t hear him.
“Daniel, you have to go back to your room.”
Daniel whines low in his throat and shifts again, trying his best to draw Alexander towards him, between his parted legs.
“Take me to yours.”
Daniel leans forward, lips parted and heading in the direction of Alexander’s neck and Alexander might have let them carry on in any other situation, but Daniel is too far gone for the action to be anything other than force from his heat. Alexander grips him steadily by the shoulders, keeping him from doing anything either of them may later regret, but Daniel struggles and pleads and outright begs.
“Please,” he says, one leg curling around Alexander’s hip as he leans back as though to offer everything to Alexander. “You can stop it from hurting. You can pretend I’m someone else, I don’t mind, I swear, just please - ”
He cuts himself off with a low whine and attempts to palm himself through the shirt, but Alexander catches his wrist and pins it against the back of the settee.
“No, Daniel, you don’t have to give in.”
Daniel yowls, the noise far from human, and tries to free himself again. Before he can cause any damage to either of them, Alexander pulls him up onto his feet - though the smaller man wobbles precariously - and begins walking towards the door, dragging Daniel with him. Daniel trips, sprawling along Alexander’s side, and begins rutting against his thigh and Alexander feels the swelling of his cock perfectly through the thin material separating them.
Daniel pants and digs his fingers into Alexander’s skin, clutching for all he’s worth, while Alexander struggles with the door handle to free them. He eventually manages to get it open, but Daniel doesn’t seem to want to move any further, and Alexander ends up lifting him and throwing him over one shoulder. The position is possibly worse for Alexander’s resolve, as Daniel manages to wind his legs around him and thrusts against his chest.
Alexander steadies him with a hand on the back of one thigh, where the cotton of his shirt is slightly damp; Alexander can’t tell if it’s sweat or the wetness building up inside of Daniel, preparing him for a possible partner. Alexander presses his fingers down and listens to the noise Daniel lets out, high-pitched and encouraging and almost enough to make Alexander drop Daniel to the floor and take him where he lands. Instead, he staggers a few more steps to the guestroom and releases Daniel over the bed, but he doesn’t fall until Alexander manages to unhook each of Daniel’s limbs, pulling them away from his body.
The shirt shifts as Daniel flops backwards, hitching further up his legs and when Daniel opens his knees, Alexander can’t look away from the soft skin of Daniel’s cock and the way his inner thighs seem to glisten with natural lubricant. He steps back before he can give into temptation, blinking away just as Daniel’s fingers slip between his legs, pressing into secreted places. Alexander clears his throat and walks back to the door, refusing to turn around when Daniel begins to moan in earnest, the noise of his fingers trusting into his body far louder than expected.
“I am sorry, Daniel,” he says, knowing that Daniel must be half-crazy with need, on the brink of pain and pleasure. He shuts the door, muffling all of the sounds from within, especially the gentle cry of Alexander’s name that falls from Daniel’s mouth, and locks it with the skeleton key he keeps on his person at all times.
For a moment he leans upon the cool wood, pressing his forehead against it to soothe his feverish skin, but he knows he cannot linger, lest he give in to Daniel’s pleas.
He turns away, ignoring the longing of his own body, and isn’t until he’s back in his study that he realises Daniel doesn’t even have his toy to ease the pain. He knows he’s too late to help now; another visit will only make things worse for the man. He pours himself a large tumbler of whiskey and tries not to think about whose name is rolling off Daniel’s tongue as he writhes across the sheets.
*
There are two dead mice just outside his bedroom door the next morning and he can’t help but wish Daniel wouldn’t use his transformation as an excuse to hide and pretend nothing ever happened. As he throws them out the window, he feels a heavy gaze upon him, but for the life of him he cannot find where Daniel is hiding. He moves away without looking back and lets the glass slam shut by itself, the sound dull and ultimately final.
*
Alexander isn’t man of many habits. He doesn’t have enough time for them. He takes his leisure when he can and his pleasure in the spaces in between. With Daniel in the castle, it makes it a little more difficult to enjoy what little time he has for self-gratification, too worried that Daniel may accidentally stumble upon him.
However, as it is, he knows Daniel is mid-way through another week spent cooped up in the guestroom and he has the entire wing to himself. Which is why he’s been sprawled out on his bed for the last hour keeping himself on the brink of release, teasing himself mercilessly with a firm hand wrapped around his arousal. With eyes shut, he finds himself free to picture brown, shoulder-length hair - perfect for twisting his fingers into and forcing the man to his knees - and rosy lips, so wet and inviting. He imagines how prettily Daniel’s mouth would look stretched around him and how he would arch back into every thrust if Alexander were to take him as he should.
He feels his body tense, breaths turning uneven as he nears the edge again, but squeezes the base of his erection and quells the flood of sensation before anything can come of it. There’s a twinge of pain as he denies his body once more and he knows that when it next happens it will finally be time to let go.
He returns to thinking of Daniel in his human form, picturing him trying to ease the itch of his heat, rutting against anything firm and willing to stay still long enough for him to find release. He wonders if Daniel thinks of him when he’s mindless with pleasure, if he ever imagines what Alexander could give him. The toy made to help can only relieve so much of his need, Alexander knows, but real flesh and desire could take him to unknown heights and Alexander hopes he’s been thinking of the possibilities. He could push Daniel to his knees and slide into the warmth of his body while he begs and pleads for more; Alexander would never have to hold back, could press forward as hard and as furious as he likes and Daniel would accept it all.
“Ah!” he gasps, hand faltering as he lifts his hips into the contact.
He’s balancing on the thin line of release when he hears the gentle thud against his window and looks to the side to find the feline version of Daniel balancing on the windowsill, eyes focussed on him through the glass.
“Daniel?” he questions, but before he can stop himself, he comes hard over his hand, eyes falling shut, feeling as though he’s been blown apart. He shudders and works himself through the pleasure, unable to look to see if Daniel still watches him, or if he’s turned away in shame. With one final squeeze, he finally lets himself go, arms falling limply at his sides, refusing to move while he slowly catches his breath.
Eventually he glances over, but there’s nothing on the sill, only the sound of the gentle wind whistling past. He drags himself up, standing on shaking knees, and makes his way to the window, heedless of his state of undress. He carefully unfastens the latch holding it closed and opens it to lean out, looking each way to see if he can spot Daniel leaping from sill to sill, but he finds nothing. There’s a window slightly ajar one floor below and Alexander knows it’s where Daniel has gone.
He leaves the window open, letting the stale air out, and makes his way to the bathroom, running a hot bath for himself to clean the mess from his skin and to soak in while he mulls over his new information.
What he cannot figure out, however, is why Daniel wasn’t in his human form as he should have been, but he gets his answer a week later when Daniel still refuses to show himself, but the toy hidden within Alexander’s desk disappears.
*
“Your heat pattern has changed again?” he asks his cat when he finally resurfaces, slinking into the room silently and startling Alexander slightly when he jumps into the seat opposite.
Daniel kneads at the cushion below and keeps his face turned away as though he can’t hear. It says much more than Daniel could ever put into words.
“Being in your other form doesn’t allow you to invade my privacy, Daniel.”
The cat lifts his head and blinks, eyes wide as though surprised Alexander brings it up now, but Alexander isn’t the sort of man to stew in his own thoughts for longer than necessary.
“If you were at your most vulnerable as I was, would you allow me to watch you?” Daniel’s tail flicks as though in agitation and his ears flatten on top of his head. “I thought not.”
He takes a mouthful of wine from the glass in his hand and turns to scoop a book off the side table, flipping easily to where he last folded down the corner. Daniel jumps from the chair, landing gracefully on the floor once more before trotting over to the door and leaving without another sound. Alexander doesn’t try to call him back.
*
The last thing Alexander expects to find in his study at the end of the week is Daniel in his human form once more.
“Surely it cannot be time for another heat already,” he says unable to keep the intrigue from his tone.
“You have already seen me at my most vulnerable,” Daniel says quietly, not quite meeting Alexander’s gaze and it takes Alexander a moment to understand what he means.
“If you were in your right mind at the time would you have allowed me to watch?”
Daniel doesn’t answer, but the fact that he has returned is enough. If he didn’t want Alexander to watch, he would have locked himself up in the guestroom for the night, but instead he sits on Alexander’s divan, even as his eyes begin to darken with the beginnings of his heat.
“You need not do this,” Alexander says softly. “I know you have learned from your mistake.”
Daniel rubs at his own thigh, keening quietly.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he admits as though unable to stop himself from telling the truth. “I sought you out because I realised you have a pattern too. I think my heat is trying to synchronise us.”
Alexander sits heavily in his own armchair facing Daniel and can’t help but notice the trembling of Daniel’s body; he can’t distinguish if it’s anticipation or lust.
“I have already done all I can for you,” he replies and Daniel shakes his head.
“No, not everything.”
With Daniel’s pupils blown wide, Alexander knows what he’s referring to.
“I cannot take advantage of you, Daniel.”
Daniel shakes his head again more vigorously and fidgets against the settee, as though unable to get comfortable.
“You won’t,” he whines. “I want this.”
His voice is deep and rasping, unlike anything Alexander has heard from him before, and for just a second he wonders what it would be like to believe him.
“That’s the heat talking.”
Daniel whines his complaint even as he slips a hand between his legs under his shirt.
“It gets better after a release or two; the heat isn’t as strong afterwards. If I still voice the same sentiments will you promise to help me?”
Alexander truly wishes he could.
“I cannot promise anything, Daniel. I will be the judge of how lucid you are, but until then my answer remains the same.”
Daniel nods this time, teeth almost clacking with the force of it, and his eyes fall closed. It takes Alexander a moment to notice the bulge under Daniel’s shirt that can’t be anything other than his hand wrapped around his cock. He tries not to stare, but he feels Daniel’s gaze on him, hot and heavy and unmistakeable. Daniel ruts up into his palm, but the noise of the restrictive shirt alone is enough to tell Alexander that it must frustrate the younger man. It is only a few moments later that Daniel stands, quickly shucking the clothing before falling back onto the divan and resuming his actions.
Alexander’s eyes seem drawn to the leaking tip of Daniel’s cock and when he finally shifts his gaze upwards, he finds Daniel staring at him, bottom lip pinched between his teeth. Daniel’s hand strokes slowly, drawing up his entire length, squeezing at the head, before sliding back down. Even if Alexander shut his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to ignore the slick sound of skin on skin; he watches Daniel’s face instead, noticing every jerk and change of expression, how his feline ears twitch and flattening atop of his head as his breaths quicken and grow louder.
Daniel shifts the angle of his hips and his other hand slips between his thighs; Alexander can’t look away from the wet opening Daniel’s fingertip circles around and when Daniel finally breaches himself, Alexander almost feels the vibration of the moan he lets out. The finger slides inside with any obvious resistance and Daniel begins pumping it in and out of his body before Alexander even has time to catch his breath. Daniel pants and rolls his body down into his hands, a second finger slipping inside him and Alexander knows he’s probably not ready for another yet, but if there’s any discomfort, Daniel doesn’t show it.
The hand around his cock speeds up and Daniel’s head thumps against the backrest behind, his mouth loose and open as he gasps and sighs out pleasure. His face scrunches up and Alexander wonders if he’s about to come, but Daniel lets out a ragged groan, eyes glistening with built-up tears.
“I-it hurts,” he grinds out. “I can’t - ”
Alexander doesn’t even realises he’s out of his chair until he’s crouched down in front of Daniel, rubbing his palm soothingly over Daniel’s cheek.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
Daniel shakes his head, chest heaving as he tries to breathe.
“So close,” he gasps out. “Hurts so much.”
Alexander’s fingers slide through the ends of Daniel’s hair as he tries his best to calm him down, but Daniel’s eyes are still wide with pain and a light sheen of sweat breaks out across his forehead.
“Daniel,” he whispers, drawing the man’s attention back to him and waiting for Daniel to finally meet his eyes once more. “Come for me, Daniel.”
The response is immediate. Daniel arches back, knees spreading wider and fingers sliding deeper, and his body turns into one graceful line of tension as he lets out a strangled yell and releases all over his own hand and stomach. In his many years, Alexander has never seen anything so beautiful and the mess Daniel makes of himself takes his breath away. He strokes his thumb over Daniel’s cheekbone and murmurs praise while Daniel finally begins to calm.
As close as he is, Alexander can smell Daniel’s heady scent, and he wonders if there’s some sort of pheromone within it because his cock twitches inside his trousers as though responding to Daniel’s need. He surreptitiously adjusts himself with his free hand and watches Daniel wince as he pulls his own fingers free of his body.
He glances about as though looking for a place to wipe his hand and Alexander lifts himself up, the joints of his knees cracking loudly in the silence, quickly making his way into the nearby bathroom to soak a flannel in water. He takes it back to Daniel who doesn’t seem to want to move because he doesn’t respond when Alexander holds out the cloth. Alexander lets out a quiet sigh and kneels down once more, gently washing Daniel’s skin where it’s sticky with release. When he reaches between Daniel’s legs, attempting to clean his entrance, Daniel curls forward, clamping his legs together tightly.
“If you won’t do it yourself, Daniel, then you must let me.”
He holds the flannel out once more, but Daniel continues to ignore it. Slowly, Alexander encourages Daniel’s thighs apart, rubbing the slick, oily substance from his skin, avoiding the more sensitive sections until Daniel finally shifts and gives him more room to wipe him down. He hisses slightly as Alexander swipes the cloth over his entrance and Alexander can’t figure out if it’s a human or feline noise.
“How long until it begins again?” he asks as he finishes cleaning Daniel and Daniel sighs with disinterest and curls back in on himself.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
Daniel shrugs, which isn’t entirely helpful and Alexander begins to draw away, until Daniel’s hand reaches out and catches him by the wrist.
“Will you help me next time? Do I seem rational enough for you to finally give in and touch me?”
Daniel’s words start to slur together as he begins to drift into sleep, purring slightly when Alexander rubs his hand between his ears; Alexander lets the damp flannel fall unheeded onto the floor. He collects Daniel into his arms, lifting his slender form easily, and takes him into his own bedroom, laying him on the stark sheets and watching as he seems automatically drawn to the pillow he usually sleeps upon while in his feline form. He rolls onto his stomach and tugs it towards him, nestling into the softness with a gentle noise of contentment. His tail twitches just once before settling down between his buttocks, offering privacy, though Alexander knows he doesn’t need it, not after what he’s seen Daniel do.
Alexander draws the only chair in the room closer to the bed and sits, watching Daniel doze quietly, unsure what to truly expect. The heat is a gradual process, he learns, noticing how Daniel shifts periodically, his movements growing more frequent and more lethargic with every passing minute. Eventually Daniel lets out a grunt of discomfort and slides his knees underneath himself, pushing up slightly and letting Alexander see the heavy arousal once more hanging between his legs.
Daniel turns his face to the side, his normally pale cheeks flushed with colour, and meets Alexander’s gaze. Even with the lamp on the bedside, Daniel’s eyes are still dark and shadowed. Daniel wets his lips and lets out a noise that could possibly be Alexander’s name. Alexander stands and moves closer to the bed, interest piqued.
“What do you need, Daniel?” he whispers, leaning in, eyes focused on Daniel’s rosy mouth.
Daniel blinks and one hand makes its way across the bed as though to grab Alexander, but it stops halfway.
“P-please,” he stammers out, fingers going white where they clench in the sheets. “I need you.”
His tail swishes aside, revealing where he’s once more wet and ready and Alexander wants to hold it aside and slam into Daniel’s tight body until he begs for release. Instead, he kneels on the edge of the mattress and draws Daniel to him, letting him crawl into his lap and wind slim arms around his neck. Daniel presses his mouth to Alexander’s chin, his jaw, the corner of his lips, before Alexander finally leans down and kisses him properly, leaving no space between them.
Daniel mewls into his mouth, Alexander’s tongue doing nothing to muffle the noise, but he doesn’t mind because Daniel begins to purr and the vibrations rumble all the way down to his cock. He leans forward, spreading Daniel across the bed, letting his limbs flop bonelessly to the mattress, while his own hands slide over Daniel’s body, memorising every muscle and curve. Daniel winds his legs around Alexander’s waist and pulls himself up, grinding against the front of his trousers, and Alexander knows he must feel how hot and hard he is beneath his clothes because he moans as though he can’t think of anything other than Alexander sliding into him and easing the itch.
Alexander kisses him until Daniel’s breathless and pushing against his chest, needing air. He pulls out of Daniel’s embrace, ignoring the way Daniel pleads for him to return, and stands beside the bed, shedding his clothes with quick efficiency. When he’s entirely bare, he squeezes his cock just once to ease the pressure, before sliding back between Daniel’s legs, which fall open to accommodate his body. Daniel gropes for Alexander’s cock, attempting to slide it into him already, but Alexander pushes his hand away.
“Not yet; you are not prepared.”
Daniel lets out an impatient noise and grabs Alexander’s wrist, pressing two of his fingers into his body easily, allowing Alexander to feel the heat surrounding them.
“Yes I am,” is all he says and Alexander can’t drag his hand away quick enough. Daniel whines at the loss, but doesn’t stop him.
He lifts Daniel by the hips and lines himself up, nudging the head of his cock against his entrance until he slowly slides inside, letting them both feel the stretch of muscle. Daniel moans and Alexander watches his tail twitch where it’s trapped under their bodies, pinned to the sheets with their combined weight. Before he can even press the entire way inside, he pulls out, urging Daniel over onto his hands and knees, and rubbing his cock tantalisingly between his pale cheeks.
Daniel’s tail sticks straight up, hooking at the end as though he doesn’t have the energy to control it all, and he presses back, forcing Alexander back inside to resume slowly sinking into him. The tip of his arousal slips in and he bottoms out, sliding further inside the tight heat inch-by-inch. Daniel arches his back before falling face-first into the mattress as his arms give way. He doesn’t try to lift himself again, just rests his cheek against the sheets and pleads with Alexander for him to move.
“Do it,” he orders. “Mate with me.”
Alexander draws back until he almost slips free and then quickly slams forward, jolting Daniel’s lithe form and forcing a surprised gasp from between his lips.
“Yes!” Daniel hisses. “Yes!”
It’s impossible to stop himself from thrusting hard and fast into Daniel, his movements rough and demanding with his need to possess everything Daniel has to offer. He holds Daniel’s waist tightly, fingers more than likely pressing marks onto his skin, but Daniel doesn’t seem to mind, just pushes back, meeting every slide of Alexander’s body, breathing out encouragement as though Alexander even needs it.
The end of Daniel’s tail flicks with every buck of Alexander’s hips and the one ear that isn’t pressed into the mattress below flattens against Daniel’s head. He strokes one palm over where fur and skin meet just above the swell of his buttocks and Daniel yowls loudly, arching into the touch as though asking for more. Alexander continues rubbing the spot, watching Daniel’s fingers grapple with the sheets, tugging at them as if he doesn’t know what else to do.
He doesn’t even need to reach beneath Daniel to pleasure him further because he suddenly curls forward, his spine one long line of tension, and lets out a low noise of completion, his muscles clenching tightly around Alexander’s cock, giving him the extra push he needs. He only manages to thrust into Daniel a few more times before slams in as deep as he can and comes, the ecstasy whiting out his vision temporarily. He can’t bring himself to move, wanting to stay within the wet warmth of Daniel’s body for as long as he can, but as the minutes pass, he begins to soften and eventually slips out.
He rolls sideways, grabbing Daniel’s hips as he goes and tugging him down beside him; Daniel lets out a soft, contented noise as he hits the mattress and turns in Alexander’s arms to press against his chest.
“Do you feel better?” Alexander finally asks and Daniel sighs, his breath blowing warmly against Alexander’s collarbone.
“Mmhmm,” he answers with a slow nod, nestling further against Alexander’s body, as though too tired to do anything more.
“Will it stay away now?”
“Maybe,” Daniel mumbles, already seeming to fall asleep.
Alexander reaches across the bed, careful not to jostle Daniel too much, and extinguishes the lamp, allowing the darkness to settle around them. He listens to Daniel’s gentle breathing and gently rubs his back, letting a small smile play across his lips as the purring begins.
*
Daniel wakes him in the middle of the night, body taut with need once more, and it’s easy to slide inside him where he’s still slick with seed from earlier. This time Alexander moves slowly, drawing out their pleasure until Daniel finally cries out and spills between their bodies, Alexander following soon after. The exhaustion hits him as soon as he pulls free and when Daniel nudges him a few hours later when daylight is just beginning to slip in through the window, he almost doesn’t have enough strength to satisfy him for a third time.
Afterwards, Daniel falls asleep and snores for the first time as though finally, truly sated, and they don’t wake again until the early afternoon.
*
The first thing Alexander notices when he wakes is the soft purring coming from a lump in the duvet. When he curls it back, Daniel stretches and covers his face with his hands, as though to keep the daylight out. He winds a hand around Daniel’s shoulder and rolls him over, allowing Daniel to press his face against his chest, using it as a temporary shield. Alexander’s body hums with satisfaction and as he wakes further, he cards his fingers through Daniels’ hair, unknotting the tangles that have formed over the night.
Eventually, Daniel rolls onto his back, yawning and covering his mouth with a palm.
“Mmph,” he mumbles, eyes blinking and adjusting to the bright sunlight streaming into the room. “What time is it?”
Alexander tickles behind one of Daniel’s ears.
“Does it matter?”
Daniel shrugs.
“S’ppose not.”
He leans into Alexander touch and shuts his eyes again.
“How do you feel?” he asks, hoping Daniel is no longer in pain, but there haven’t been any more signs of arousal since their last coupling, which seems to be a good sign.
Daniel yawns again, but this time uses Alexander’s shoulder to stifle it.
“Fine,” he mumbles, voice muffled by skin. “Just a little sore.”
A possessive heat rolls through Alexander as he realises he’s the one that left that ache inside him, and he hooks a finger under Daniel’s chin, tipping his head up to slide their mouths together. Daniel responds lazily, movements slow, but still interested - if the flicking of his tongue is anything to go by. After a long moment, Alexander pulls away, eyes drawn to Daniel’s swollen lips.
“You may come to me when you are in heat, Daniel. I shall never turn you away,” he says before he can stop himself.
Daniel dips his head and presses his mouth just above Alexander’s nipple.
“And what if I’m not?” Alexander makes a soft noise of confusion and Daniel lifts his head, meeting Alexander’s gaze with hesitation clear in his expression. “What if I’m not in heat? Can I still come to you?”
Alexander slips a hand behind Daniel’s neck and tugs gently, forcing him to shift even closer. With his mouth dragging languidly against Daniel’s once more, he smiles.
“Of course,” he murmurs. “Nobody ever denies a cat of something it wants.”
He lets Daniel push him onto his back and Daniel’s limbs are loose and pliant as they slide around his body, thighs warm and firm, bracketing Alexander’s waist as he slowly straddles him.
“I want you,” Daniel says, bending down to graze his mouth along Alexander’s jaw and Alexander slides his hands up, fingers fitting perfectly against the bruises on Daniel’s hips.
“Then you shall have me,” is his only reply.
FIN
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