Dominating an Alley Cat (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Fourteen

I groaned, this was going nowhere.

"Give me more details!"

"That's all I have," He replied, uselessly.

"It's not enough, you said you had a plan and that's all it is? No getaway car or anything, where will we stay? What if they decide they don't want us back?"

He scoffed, "They wouldn't do that... anyway, I don't care... I don't need him, he's a dick and... and I don't care."

"You don't care. I do! I don't want him to hate me."

Damo snorted, "Whipped," He sung, his voice high.

I turned to glare at him.

"About to get whipped," He sang back.

Actually I had meant that I was threatening him with a whipping but the way his face went pale I got the impression his man was probably into that stuff, well more of an assumption... but I made good assumptions most of the time. If I was a superhero I would be called 'The Guesser'.

He changed the subject.

"But you've got to admit this is pretty much as deep as this plan is going to go," Damo tried to reason with me as we dried ourselves with the provided bath towels.

Damo had now returned to sitting on the toilet lid, this time in just boxers.

I felt uneasy.

"I know that. Maybe we should think of what might happen and we can try to think of things we can do about that."

"That won't work, we're dealing with werecats, exactly what do we know about them that will allow us to predict anything."

"Damn this sounds like an awful plan."

However we agreed that there was little else we could think of to better our plan despite the fact that my mind was racing thirty yards a minute.

Either we went ahead with this scheme of ours or I went ahead with the weird werecat selection ceremony completely mentally unprepared, I think I had been banking on running off so much in the past few days that I hadn't really paused to consider the possibility that we might call it off last second maybe even not make it past the door or window.

No, at this point I had no safety net, we would go through with this.

I wiped my face clean and started rigorously drying my hair, then drying my chest and upper arms and then junk. Kind of a ritual with me, has to be in that order. Damo looked up at me and stared at me, I thought Damo was going to comment on it but he didn't, just sat there silently like a wise old man stroking his chin, deep in thought.

"So, I'm not a werecat, but you are a werecat?"

I shrugged, "I think so?" I paused, because for some reason I had never really given this subject enough thought. "You think my brother is a werecat too?"

Damo stared at me confused, "Why, oh, no I think they told me it's random selection or something. Someone in your family line was a werecat so the gene... like... awakened in you?"

That posed the odd question, could it possibly wake up in my brother too? I mean he was married and his wife was pregnant so I dearly hoped not but I was curious, but either way I wouldn't get an answer now.

"Okay," I nodded, not willing to try to delve deeper into that subject when we were clearly just as clueless as each other.

"Is Kerberos mad at you?"

I hummed but wasn't sure what to say, "I think so."

"Because of me?"

I looked in the reflection of his over my shoulder and frowned, "Why because of you?"

"Just a feeling," He shrugged.

And we were back to silence.

I thought about it. "I think... There is a lot to be annoyed with. I always do everything wrong. I think... I'm not really capable of not making someone angry."

It sounded like a matter of low self esteem but it was not, at least not for me. From the day I was born, or as long as I can recall, I have always had issues with everyone. From the teachers to the students to my family. In the end they all left and I was left with no one and in a way it was such a relief that I never really tried to go back to education or find new friends or family.

I succumbed to the fact of my fate, that I was bound to be alone and waiting in the dark for someone to come but who would not.

Occasionally it crossed my mind that I should change and if I changed everything about me I would find everyone falling in love with me but nothing about my personality was ever set in stone. I was the type of boy to write in a different style of handwriting ever time pen touched paper because I was never satisfied with myself.

That didn't mean I changed for the better because that wouldn't be true, my life in poverty had caused me to acclimatise to my harsh surroundings and had hardened a little inside.

I used my wit as my first line of defence, it was the only way I knew how to flirt because I has such a strong fear of rejection that it made it easier if the entire thing sounded like a joke in the first place. My second line of defence was anger, quick to trigger, first to punch. First line of defence was to close my eyes and pretend it wasn't happening and I was really quite good at that but it wasn't usually necessary.

"Sometimes it's... easier to deal with people who are angry with me... because I know how to deal with that."

Damo frowned and poked me in the back playfully.

"That's not true, put some clothes on."

I left the toilet and rifled through the drawers until I found something to wear, there were clothes in those drawers that had clearly been bought just for me. They were in the same size as those I had been wearing when I came here and that was a size too big.

It always annoyed me that they never seemed to invite me with them on their little shopping trips. I wanted to be able to be there to make sure that they weren't being ripped off. They were definitely paying too much, there were brands of clothing that even I recognised in here and I was no fashionista, no sir. I knew where to get things really cheap. The problem had always been storage space and money, for me.

I wandered back to bathroom. They couldn't hear us as well in there.

I slipped into my trousers and started putting on my socks.

"He told you to wash your hands?" Damo asked me out of the blue.

I nodded and turned to face him, leaning against the sink as I got dressed.

"Bit weird isn't it?"

I nodded again.

"Well, either way, we should probably head off now, do we want to leave through the window?"

Again, I nodded.

"And we're back to silent Mylo," He chirped as we left the bathroom together.

I was silent, because I was confused and worried, because I had just realised something. Wash my hands. Because he could smell the cum on them from last night? But surely he would be mad at me because I jacked off. That's just a normal thing that people do, maybe werecats don't though? Maybe he knew I jacked off thinking about him, would he be mad about that? I wasn't sure.

Wait, if Ker could smell it on my hands was it possible he knew Damo was here too? Or does his sense of smell only focus on particular things?

No. He would have said something.

Before we went I found a jumper belonging to Kerberos that had been slung over a chair, it had been there for a while but I don't remember when or how, suspected that I might have thought it was mine and taken it up with me and forgotten about it during one of the late night gatherings.

Either way it looked warm and as I pressed it up against my face the faint smell of Ker was enough to make my heart flutter. So wrapped myself up in it and felt quite a bit better about this whole thing.

We would be fine.

We opened up the window and climbed out one by one, almost looking forward to our day. The more time that went by, the quicker it would be over.