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Hello, guys, sorry for so much delay, I\'ve been down with the flu, and that was no fun.



DTE, he, he, sometimes, cats and dogs can get along. All they need is love. :)



Barrie18, well, the Blondies are much more fun when they\'re not perfect. As always, your questions and suggestions helped me a lot in imagining where to take our boys next. Let\'s see ... is Katze good enough to explain to Raoul what\'s love got to do with it? :)



Orant mihi, what can I say, your comment was so flattering that it made me smile and blush in the same time. Thank you for liking the story so much, not to mention making the effort to write something yourself. I have no words to explain how flattered I feel.



Barrie18 and Orant mihi, thank you for being such good friends. Thanks everybody for reading, and, of course, for reviewing constantly, I address my special thanks to jishe, DTE, JDragonScribe, and all the others.



Now, here\'s the chapter, I hope it will please you.





The soft knock on the door could barely be heard. Raoul rose from his armchair with a sigh, curious to see who was there, since the security system had not alerted him of anything. It was strange that someone had been able to knock on his door, since any visitor would have been announced upon entering the building. But perhaps even stranger was the fact that, when he opened the door, there was no one there.



Raoul almost closed the door when his eyes fell on a little basket on the floor. Intrigued, he picked it up, and gave it a little shake, wondering if there could be something dangerous inside.



Startled he almost dropped the item, when a high pitched sound was heard from within, as the basket began shaking madly in his hands. He then noticed the two holes on one side. Once again curious, he peeped inside, backing down when two amber eyes stared back into his, a movement instantly followed by a high and irritated mewl.



Laughing at his own discomfort, Raoul opened the basket to discover what seemed to be a red furious ball of fur, composed of claws, teeth, and mewling sounds. Still keeping the animal at a distance, the Blondie continued to study it, finally realizing that the cat, while never ceasing its mewls, was studying him in turn.



Deciding to take the matter inside, Raoul released the cat onto the floor once the door was securely shut.



The animal, as if it was ruling the place, went straight for Raoul’s armchair. Settling himself upon it, the small cat curled itself into a comfortable position. It began to lick its fur, seemingly put out by the ruffle its coat had had to endure recently, by the Blondie’s hand.

-So, where am I now supposed to sit? Raoul asked, slightly irritated, but also amused by the way he found it natural to talk to a cat.

Putting the basket on the table, he noticed something on its bottom. It seemed to be a piece of paper with some writings on it, so he took it out. Upon examination it turned out to be a set of instructions.



It read: “Take good care of me. If you are a good master, you will be rewarded.” Then followed a few basic instructions on how to feed and care for a cat, and how to arrange its sleeping place.

Raoul tried to caress the cat’s soft red fur, but the direct unfriendly look was warning enough for him to keep his hands away. Something in the cat’s demeanor was telling him that master and pet were just not there yet.

-So, as I see it, I have to gain your trust and affection … Raoul pondered, moving away and sitting himself down, at a decent distance from the unruly cat, who continued to lick its fur, acting as if nobody else was around.



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The next day, Raoul was turning his drawers upside down, in search of a pair of gloves. He had forgotten that he had sent almost everything to the laundry service, but still, he was sure he still had one clean pair left.



When the cat appeared with one glove in its mouth, Raoul didn’t know whether to burst out laughing, or strangle the little creature. The cat was looking him straight in the eye, daring him to come and take his glove. One irritated gesture from Raoul was enough to satisfy the little tyrant, and the cat indifferently dropped the saliva smeared glove down, and walked away, its tail up in the air. Raoul took the glove and asked:

-And where’s the other? He asked as if the cat would respond in kind.

“What am I doing, trying to get answers from a cat?” he thought, inspecting with a confused and slightly disgusted look the returned glove. There was no way for him to walk in public with only one glove, and a ruined one at that. With a sigh, he finished dressing and went out … gloveless, an unheard thing amongst Blondies.



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The unexpected touch of a warm hand startled Katze, especially since, when raising his eyes, he realized who the owner of the said hand was. He was opening the restaurant door, when someone else accidently placed a hand over his. There, in front of him, stood Raoul, his head turned away as he was still talking to someone behind him, not yet realizing his hand had touched another.



Katze felt his breathing stop for a brief second; he had been thinking a lot about the beautiful Blondie, and no amount of carefree sex seemed to be enough to replace the mixed emotions and memories of being handled and fucked senseless by the man in front of his eyes. At one stage he had started to wonder if he had even liked the sex part, finally admitting to himself that the real issue was Raoul’s behavior, commanding and demanding …. Too much Blondie like to be considered his lover.



“I do not intend to be turned into a pet, always at someone’s beck and call, even if he is a Blondie”, Katze had promised to himself, but he still had regrets at not being able to reason with the man haunting his thoughts. In the past, he had not questioned the world he was living in, because there was no point in dwelling on things that could not be changed … but now, he wished the world was different, and that Raoul Am was different as well, so they could just be lovers, or friends. Always considered to be inferior by the upper class, Katze thought that there was only a slim chance in hell for Raoul to see and treat him more than a piece of appliance; be it for sex or not.



At times Katze still saw himself as Furniture and nothing more. Then a little bell would start ringing in his head, reminding him of Riki, and how Iason was treating his pet/lover. Yet, even in his deepest imaginings he failed to believe the same thing could happen with him and Raoul. It just didn’t fit in the picture, somehow.



Now, the feeling of naked fingers over his was sending a little shiver up his arm, a tingling sweet sensation taking over. When Raoul retracted his hand, he felt a little chill, cold where it was warm before. Raoul opened his mouth to begin an apology, but he remained mute when his eyes reached Katze.



The dealer could not suppress a smile as he gazed at the naked hands, twitching nervously. “Going outside without gloves? How daring of you, Raoul …” he smirked.



It really intrigued Katze when Riki had told him Raoul barely left the house these days. Remembering the pained look in Raoul’s eyes, back then, when Katze had dared to kiss him for the first time, left a little pang in the dealer’s hardened soul. “Why do I feel so guilty? I’m not his toy!” He wanted the man, he wanted him so badly, and he could hardly stand imagining Raoul sitting all alone in his house, while Katze craved for him so badly. He also wanted something else: the upper hand, somehow to show that, in a game of hearts, it really does not matter who is on top.

-Cat got your tongue… Raoul?

-No, not my tongue, only my glove.

The answer left him momentarily puzzled.









Raoul then stepped aside, allowing Katze to exit the restaurant. The redhead stopped before him, almost on an eye to eye level, one aspect that Raoul was surprised to discover – Katze was exceptionally tall for a mongrel, almost matching in height the powerful Blondies.

-Do you have a cat? Katze quired curiously.

-Yes, a new pet. A pet that is not a human being. It is an animal. A cat.

Katze’s amber eyes stayed still, examining the Blondie’s aristocratic features, while Raoul began to swallow hard under the scrutiny.



“Not so nice to feel like the underdog …, Raoul?” Katze felt like saying, but instead, he shamelessly continued his indepth examination of the Blondie, imprinting in his head the exact picture of the desirable man in front of him. The undercurrent of his actions had not remained unnoticed by Raoul, who now began to blush, his beautiful eyelashes batting nervously. “What a contradiction ….”, Katze pondered, “so sure of himself when he thinks he’s the alpha, extremely shy when he becomes uncertain …, how sweet ….” Confidently, Katze leaned forward a little and softly whispered in Raoul’s ear:

-I think I’ve changed my mind Raoul, come by my place some time.

With that, he was gone, and Raoul stared after him a long time, unaware of the strange looks passerbys began throwing in his direction.



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-How are you getting along with your new pet, Raoul?

-I sumise the sender was you.

-Oh, yeah? How come?

-Since I didn’t come running to you for advice … you thought to give it anyway, correct?

-And did you …?

-Take your advice?

-Yes.

-I am not sure I know how. I feel as if I am still learning the rules.

-What’s so hard to understand? You feed the cat, you let the cat sleep where it likes, you caress the cat … and you let the cat do what it wants with you.

-Is it really all that simple?

-Trust me, you’ll be rewarded, just wait and see.

-I cannot allow anyone do what they want with me, Riki.

-Why not?

-Because I don’t want to end up being hurt again. I won’t let myself be used like that again.

-Are we still talking about your cat?

A little pause, then:

-Yes.



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-I’m telling you, man, it’s time to make a move.

-Riki, stop pestering me already! Raoul seems kind of shaky right now. I invited him over, but he’s never bothered showing up yet. What do you want me to do? Go to his place and rape him?

-Shhh, keep your voice down, Katze. Iason’s still asleep.

-I cannot believe I let myself be tricked by you again. On top of which I don’t think I get Raoul, at all.

-He is crazy for you. He just doesn’t have the guts to face it. Just look at them both, Katze. Take away their power, face them down and they crumble like babies. When Raoul saw you with that whore, he reacted like a child whose toy was taken away. It was pretty hard for him to see you like that.

Katze looked at Riki thoughtfully for a moment before replying.

-I saw Raoul a few days ago, out on the street, minus his gloves. He seemed almost naked, and really vulnerable. I thought later that maybe you were right and what I should have done was jump him on the spot.

-So no jumping?

-Are you nuts? We were in public, but, man, he was looking so fine. What I experienced before, the cold, sarcastic sonofabitch, was no where to be be seen. He seemed so shy, like a teenager! I couldn’t believe the change.

-Raoul is pretty complicated. But I guess you know exactly what wheels to turn now. That’s the big difference between Iason and Raoul. When he’s jealous, Iason seeks revenge; Raoul, on the other hand, becomes unsure.

-I really don’t want him to suffer, Riki. I like him a lot. I just wish he acted more like he cared about me, rather than going on some Bondie power trip.

-Hey man, it’s about time for some serious Blondie training here, Katze. It’s not the time to go soft. Not now. Shake him up and do him.

-Do him?

-Yeah, you know, up and down, hard and wet, in the bed, on the floor ….

-Are you nuts?

-Katze, I thought you grew some balls man, or something. I’ll help, if you need it.

-Riki, I think I can handle the situation on my own. Plus, won’t Iason kill you for getting involved again? Especially since this is Raoul we’re talking about?

-Oh, fuck. I guess you’re right. The bastard, he doesn’t let me have any fun, at all.

-No reason for you to talk that way about Iason, Riki. He loves you, you lucky fuck.

A smile lit up the black haired’s face. Katze smiled as well. Even if the kid never admitted it, he was proud for being loved so much by the Head of the Syndicate. The dealer wished he could be as proud one day.



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Raoul was sitting on his bed, with the cat on his lap. He had come to enjoy how the cat always welcomed him now, whenever he returned home. The cat was now a firm fixture in his home. It was the cat who had decided on the current sleeping arrangements, always in the master bed with Raoul, curled at his feet, purring ever so softly, leading himself and Raoul, as well, to sleep.

Often Raoul would find himself in one sided conversations with his new bedpartner.

-I like Katze very much, pet. You would like him, too, but he doesn’t wish to come around. His eyes, I believe, are very much like yours. Perhaps one day. . . .

It was soothing for Raoul to talk to someone that only listened. The greatest thing was that the cat seemed to understand and accept him quite well, leaning its head into his palm, whenever he wanted to caress it.



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When Raoul was awake, the cat placed itself on his lap, or sat right next to him, just close enough to make sure Raoul knew he was there. Raoul had never had so much physical contact in his entire life, and now he had grown to love it. Sometimes, he found himself daydreaming, letting his hand comb lightly through the cat’s soft red fur, thinking of Katze.



Finding the dealer with that male whore had been a hurtful experience. Katze had seemed so easy;. He had been just right for Raoul. Submissive, ready to take anything, never leaving. But that now proved to be a false premise. Katze’s actions had proven that Raoul meant nothing to him, and once again Raoul was alone.



What was that confusion about, when he had encountered Katze at the restaurant? Raoul had had a hard time trying to remember what he had been searching for in Midas, that day, let alone recalling any details about the business meeting he had had at the restaurant only moments after he had seen Katze. He had seen instantly there was something different about the dealer, almost as if he had grown taller. He had seemed so sure of himself, staring at Raoul with such persistent eyes, that the Blondie had felt himself flush and become self conscious. It had been as if Katze was evaluating him, sexually. The same fear Raoul had felt when Iason had taken him unprepared, struck into him again, as the aroused amber eyes trailed over him. That was the reason why Raoul had not accepted Katze’s invitation. He knew, deep down inside, that he would not be the seme anymore. And that thought alone as his body remembered the pain was scaring him. He would rather be alone than face that pain and anguish again.



The intercom’s sudden buzz woke him from his reverie. When he answered the door to see who was disturbing him so late in the evening, he was taken aback by Katze’s lithe features showing up on the screen. The redhead was wearing a black suit, with a black turtleneck, showing his exquisite palor even more. Devoid of any logical thinking, Raoul let the man into the building, and waited for him to reach his apartment. He tried to make a little order in his disarrayed hair, but it was too late to begin brushing the golden strands. There was no time to change, so remaining in his silk gown, he asked the cat, that was following him with sleepy eyes:

-How do I look?



Was the cat smirking at him?



Gathering his gown around him, Raoul then opened the door. Two hands cupped his jaw, and a hungry mouth closed over his. Katze bit his lips to make him open more, even forcing a little his jaw to get inside. Raoul felt the invasion creeping into his soul. Suddenly struck by panic, he tried to pull away from Katze’s touch, but those hands entered the gown, resting on a naked, enticing waist, even as his body following Raoul in his backward walk, until they both unwittingly fell on a sofa. Raoul murmured, confused:

-What are you doing, Katze?

The dealer lifted his head, just to look at Raoul with steamy eyes:

-I want to show you what love is right now. I’m done waiting for you to make a move.

Raoul tried to squirm under Katze’s weight, but, instead of succeeding to free himself, somehow, he found himself even more intertwined. The gown was now completely peeled from his body, and his naked form seemed to glue itself to Katze’s clothed body, moving in the same ancient rhythm. When Katze’s mouth freed his lips to descend lower on his neck, Raoul said very unBlondie like:

-Katze, please, don’t!

Some mumbling sounds were the only response, while naughtly lips encircled a nipple, sucking gently, making Raoul moan. It was very confusing to feel so alarmed and aroused at the same time, that he didn’t know what to do. He could flip Katze in an instant, being superior in strength, but he didn’t want that. Somehow, the weight of the body on top of his made everything very real, dragging him away from unfulfilled dreams, that had only left his mind empty and his body drained.

The sound of a zipper opening startled Raoul, and he realized too late that Katze’s shaft was now nudging the inside of his thigh and creeping between his legs. A new surge of panic made him squirm and freeze once more, but Katze coaxed him:

-It’ll be ok … just let me …

The sudden burn, the blunt thing pushing, punishing the flesh, forcing it to open, made Raoul cry out in fear. Katze covered his mouth, kissing it, and gave assurance:

-It’ll be easier if I do this.

Suddenly, the burn was gone. Going down on Raoul’s body, Katze made the flesh touched by his teeth, tongue and lips, to rise into the naughty caress, asking, craving for more. Katze buried his face in Raoul’s crotch, licking in its passing the semisoft cock, and the sack beneath, only to reach the shy portal, guarded by two round globes. A deft tongue made its way there, leaving a wet trail, then convincing the hole to surrender, little by little, until the tip was all inside. Now Raoul moaned in ecstasy:

-Where did you learn that? He asked, his eyes half closed.

Katze left the question unanswered, as Raoul blushed realizing exactly where Katze would have learnt this skill. His cock helplessly twitched in response to Katze’s sweet ministrations, and, when the dealer raised his head, a wicked smile on his lips, Raoul felt like he was almost ready to burst.

-No one rimmed you before? Such a waste …

The tongue was soon replaced by a flexible finger, going in and out, scissoring a little the opening, in order to make it bigger. Raoul tried to still Katze’s moves, by grabbing a strand of red hair, but the dealer pinched a little the Blondie’s inner thigh, signaling him to let go.

The redhead positioned himself again between Raoul’s slender hips, and pushed again. The sudden pain, despite the wetness helping there, made him jerk in surprise. Katze kept him down with his weight.

-I know it’s bad at first, but it will be easier once the head is in.

-Please, Katze, it’s too much, take it out!

-No, I can’t and I won’t. How can it be too much? You’re much more endowed and yet, I took it all in. How do you think that was? I was still a virgin, for fuck’s sake Raoul! Your cries won’t keep me from thrusting in. Just wait, and it will be ok.

And Katze continued to push, until he was buried to the hilt in Raoul’s hot body. The Blondie was trembling and two tears had fallen on his cheeks. The dealer licked the tears, then the trembling lips. Raoul asked in a feeble voice:

-Is this punishment, for what I did to you?

-No, Raoul, it’s called trust. I want you to relax a little and stay with me on this. I promise you can have me afterwards.

Raoul then closed his eyes in defeat, as Katze began to move ever so gently, licking Raoul’s neck, biting from time to time to spike the arousal, until he found Raoul’s secret spot, and made the Blondie moan loudly. Enthralled by the sight of the aroused Blondie, Katze whispered without thinking:

-This is love making, Raoul, because I love you.

It seemed as if those words hit Raoul somewhere deep inside, as he arched into Katze’s touch, and released himself without even a touch. Katze followed him right afterwards, with a masculine growl, and then rested his head on Raoul’s shoulder, completely wasted. His cock limped out slowly of the well worked hole. He did not dare raise his head to look at Raoul, afraid to see his reaction to those revealing words. But Raoul held him close in his arms, as if he never wanted to let him go.