Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fraudulant Shadows ❯ The Odd Ball Cat ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter 21

 

The Odd Ball Cat

 

Warnings: Feminine issues with Jeto…that will greatly disturb the fan's mind! e.e'

 

Dvorak: I didn't mean to sound harsh either. I'm sorry if I did. I really appreciate your reviewing though! 8-) When I was writing the first few chapters, I noticed the weaknesses badly. XD However, it has gotten a little better as I've gone on.

 

A/N: I think most of the contestants are mad at me for not choosing their idea. I'm sorry…if you are mad at me. T-T Don't I just sound so pathetic? On another note, it took me two days on what to decide for this chapter. I guess I went with the really messed up one... Oo' out of sheer boredom. n.n'

 

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“Don't be such a stick in the mud, my Dukems,” Pegasus moaned as he stroked his petite lover's bare stomach and kissed along his elegant neck.

 

Duke purred as he ran his fingers through the silver strands of the taller man's hair. “Maximillion…not in the hallway.”

 

The taller man laughed as he reached for the bedroom doorknob and pushed it open. He picked Duke up into his arms, bridal style, and carried him to the bed. “Than, we shall do it here.” He quickly liberated their clothes onto the floor and settled between Duke's legs.

 

The raven-haired man stifled a giggle as Pegasus delicately ran his fingers over Duke's collarbone and then down to his stomach to circle his navel. “Stop teasing, Max, and take me.”

 

Pegasus chuckled and planted a deep kiss on Duke's lips. “In time, my love. I want to see you squirm.”

 

Duke let out an aggravated moan and arched his back to press his ache against Pegasus' stomach. “Please?” He begged softly.

 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Pegasus leaned in and stole another kiss before scooting down and taking one of the pert nipples into his mouth to suck on it until it was rock hard. He then moved over to the other and gave it the same treatment. He enjoyed the supple mewling sounds erupting from Duke's throat.

 

“Oh, please, I can't take it anymore!” Duke wrapped his legs around Pegasus' waists and pushed him down into him. He let out an agonized groan and quickly relaxed.

 

Pegasus clicked his tongue and kissed his lover comfortingly. “See what happens when you get eager?” He placed his hands at the small of Duke's back and lifted it slightly from the bed. He started to move slowly within his mate, blocking out the small man's cries with reassuring kisses.

 

Duke reached for his need and started stroking it in time with their thrusts. His abdomen tightened, warning him of the near end. He brought Pegasus' head down to muffle his cry of release with a kiss.

 

Pegasus moaned from the tight heat constricting around him, forcing him to come into his small lover. He fell onto his side and wrapped his arm around Duke's chest, hugging him close.

 

Duke whimpered from the pain shooting up his spine as Pegasus lifted him from his back and onto his side. He really didn't want to move from the discomfort that he inflicted into himself from being too hasty. He curled up into a ball and allowed Pegasus to stroke his back lovingly. It was relaxing and it soon put him into a slumber.

 

The sliver-haired man smiled when he heard the even breathing from his lover and fell asleep as well.

 

0o-o0

 

Jeto cried silently as he wrapped his arms around his stomach and sat down on the floor next to his bedroom door in the hallway. He rocked back and forth against the floor, finally letting out a small whimper. He gradually got to his feet and with one hand placed against the wall for balance; he walked to the restroom. A trail of red crimson followed in his wake.

 

0o-o0

 

The next morning, Patience was up and ready for breakfast. He knew his parents would already be up as he passed their room, because they were the ones always making the morning meals. Of course, he had his doubts of what might be in the food, but hey, got to go with what you get.

 

Patience yawned widely and paused in mid yawn when he stepped in something thick and sordid. He lifted his foot and shuddered violently. His eyes widened in dread as he let a blood hurdling scream.

 

Both his parents came rushing upstairs into the hall, one of them limping profusely.

 

“What happened?” Pegasus asked anxiously.

 

The young panther was huddled against the wall, clinging to anything that would give him comfort. “B-blood…,” he muttered and pointed to the substance on the floor.

 

Duke limped pass Pegasus to stare at the darker red that almost blended with the maroon carpet. It led to and from Jeto's bedroom. He stepped up to the cat's door and knocked gently. “Are you alright, Jeto?” He asked.

When there was no reply, they all became concerned.

 

Pegasus opened the door slightly and peeked into the room to see Jeto lying peacefully in his bed. He winced from the foul stench of what might have died. As he approached the emotionless form, he noted the puddle of blood settling next to the bed. “Hey, Jeto?” He heard a soft, muffled moan and sighed in relief. At least the teen was still alive. “Are you alright? Why's there blood on the floor?” He grabbed the sheets and uncovered Jeto's body, revealing the cat's red pajamas and bed sheets. “What the… Duke…call the hospital!”

 

Jeto cringed from the outburst. Why did he feel so cold and exhausted? Further, more, why was he being lifted into the air and carried out of his room? “No…,” he murmured. “I want to sleep.” He partially registered that it was Pegasus holding him, but he couldn't be too certain with his blurred vision. All he could see was silver.

 

“Something is wrong with you,” Pegasus stated. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

 

0o-o0

 

The doctor, Seaway, laughed loudly. “There's nothing wrong with him. It's actually something new…amongst men.”

 

“What is it?” Duke asked, becoming impatient.

 

“It's called a Male PMS,” the doctor responded with a chuckle.

 

All three of the Pegasus family sweatdropped.

 

“I don't find this humorous…at all…” Pegasus murmured. “How can a man have a period?”

 

“Like any woman can,” the physician smirked. “It's just a new evolution for men. Jeto's not the first to experience this. There has been nine more male teenagers, his age, coming in here complaining about the same problems that a woman has when on her minstrel.”

 

Duke scratched the back of his head. “So, his fatigue is natural?”

 

“Yes, that and the fact that he was up half the night in pain.” Seaway replied. “Just give him these pills and he'll be fine.”

 

Pegasus took the medication from the physician and sighed. “What is this for?”

 

“It's to help his cramps.” Seaway patted Jeto on the head and smiled.

 

Patience grumbled. “What are we supposed to do with his bleeding?”

 

The doctor blinked. “Well, it's different for a male than a female when they bleed.” He let out to what sounded like a snicker. “I'd suggest some pads and bandages. Many bandages. He's quite the heavy bleeder. However, there's no threat. His body is just cleaning its self out for his next egg.”

 

Patience gawked. “Next egg? You mean…he could become pregnant?”

 

“Well, yes, I suppose he could if he wanted.” The man responded.

 

Jeto acknowledged half of what Dr. Seaway said, and it didn't sound encouraging, nor did the fact that Patience had a devious grin on his face. He tried to stand, but immediately lost his balance and fell into Duke's arms. “I…want to go home…now.” He closed his eyes, indicating that he had already fallen asleep.

 

Pegasus chuckled. “Can you carry him, or should I?”

 

Duke smiled warmly. “I can do it.” He gathered the teen into his arms and followed pursue after Pegasus and Patience.

 

“By the way,” Pegasus started as he walked back into the room. “How long will this last?”

 

The doctor shook his head in amusement. “It usually happens around the same time every month for a week. So if he's showing signs of pain in the abdomen area, you'll know it's time.”

 

“Is there anything else I need to know?” Pegasus asked with apprehension.

 

Seaway thought for a moment and then nodded. “Mood swings.”

 

0o-o0

 

“I'm not leaving!” Jeto exclaimed from under his bed sheets. “You know how bad it is when your pants can't even stay clean for even a second?”

 

Patience stifled a laugh. “No, I actually I don't. But I can guess how horrible it must be.”

 

Jeto snorted. “I'm walking around the house with no pants or underwear just because your parents don't want me to get them bloody. It's embarrassing. That's why I've decided to stay in my bedroom for the rest of the week.”

 

“I think I'd be proud of my nudity if my parents let me walk around like that,” Patience grinned as he brushed back a few of his bangs.

 

Jeto glared at him from under the sheets. “You're a sick, sick man!”

 

“No, I'm just a horny one,” Patience sneered and sat down on the side of Jeto's bed. “Come on. I'm sure it's not all that bad.”

 

The taller teen boasted. “Ha! You're not the one suffering.”

 

Patience stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed. He grabbed the sheets and yanked them away from Jeto's body, revealing his glorious nudity. He stared at the body with predatory eyes and climbed onto the bed, straddling the cat's legs. “I think you're beautiful.”

 

Jeto's breath hitched into his throat as he gazed into bright, emerald eyes. “Erm…remember what I said about warning me?”

 

The panther nodded with a smile. “Yes, but this is just an opportune moment to surprise you so you can't put up a fight. We wouldn't want you to get over excited now, do we?” He pressed his lips against Jeto's neck and sucked lightly.

 

Jeto weakly pushed against Patience's body. “No…stop…,” he pleaded. His body tensed as he felt the other's hands glide down his sides, to his legs, and then lifted up around the panther's waists. “No!” Tears pierced his eyes as he tried to put up another struggle. /Why is my body so weak? /

 

Patience pressed against Jeto's trapped hands, limiting their movement further. He moved his mouth over to Jeto's chin and then up to his nose and forehead. “You must be drained of energy,” he purred. He gazed at Jeto's tears, gradually sliding down his cheeks and into his hair. He suddenly felt appalled and pulled back from Jeto's body to stand at the foot of the bed. He noted the heavy bloodstains on his shirt and the cat's stomach. “I'm sorry, Jeto. I don't know what got into me.”

 

“Just…leave...,” Jeto muttered inaudibly as he curled into a fetal position.

 

“What?” Patience blinked, not sure, if he heard correctly.

 

Jeto wailed out at the panther as he threw his pillow at him. “I said, leave!” He fell to the floor and ambled to his personal bathroom to lock himself in.

 

Patience stared dumbfounded at the bathroom door and backed away out of Jeto's bedroom. He hastily tore his shirt off and ripped it to shreds to rid the evidence that he was ever in the cat's room. He threw it into the trashcan in his own quarters and grabbed a clean top from his closet. /You idiot! Look what you've done. You've ruined his trust of you. He'll never look at you the same way again. / He walked to the window and stared at his parents whom were cuddling each other on the patio and looking out past the lake. “If they ever find out what I did to him…they'd probably disown me.” As he watched his parents carefully, he began to realize that they always appeared so happy together in each other's arms. As if they'd both go through withdraw if the other wasn't standing just within touching distance. However, Patience couldn't see it any other way.

 

Since the day Patience was born in this mansion, there were always positive vibes from both his parents. No traces of fighting or arguments. It was peaceful. Sometimes he wished that they would just snap and start shouting at each other like most fathers and mothers did for no reason. However, now that he looked at it, what kind of family would he have if they weren't just a little different? Moreover, what would they think if their precious son was a molester?

 

To Be Continued