Wonderland [Tama and Koe-chan]

[BlaqueCatt]

The rabbit's nose twitched when the smell of food reached him, but he was much too comfortable where he was, so he made no move to get up. Instead, he wrapped his long, lanky arms around the boy's waist and buried his face into the boy's shirt, inhaling his scent and releasing a soft purr. Inside of his head, the creatures murmured their approval; they had created the doll, and it felt right to have their creation within their grasp. Good, good, they whispered, their voices echoing throughout Allen's mind. Ours, ours. This caused the whitette to frown slightly. The gift had been made for Cheshire, hadn't it? It - the boy - belonged to the cat. No, ours! the black creatures hissed, and the rabbit, as always, gave in. I'm sure he won't mind sharing... Allen hated sharing his toys, but he was more than happy to take things from other people.

 

"Allen...does our young friend...have a name? I kinda...feel awkward not knowing...if he is going to stay here? You should know, after all..." The tone of the cat's voice sounded uncertain, which was a rarity, so the words caught the White Rabbit's attention. His ears pricked, standing at attention, and they angled towards the direction in which the cat was standing. Allen's response was muffled, and he realized with dismay that he would have to remove himself from his - their - doll in order to answer properly. Grumbling, the albino lifted his head and sat up, stretching his arms above his head and yawning dramatically before turning his blood red eyes towards the cat.

 

"A name? Does he have a name? A name, a name, a name..." Allen tilted his head and tapped his right index finger against his lips, putting up a facade of thoughtfulness. He knew the boy's old name, but he liked to irritate Cheshire, so he was taking his time. A few minutes passed, and then the rabbit grinned as if the knowledge had suddenly occurred to him. "Oh, his name! Yes, I remember! The name that the little boys and girls would call out when he played those silly little sports games!" He giggled and turned towards the boy, who was still oddly unresponsive; he hadn't reacted to Cheshire's presence, and even as Allen ran his fingers through the inky black hair, he remained unmoving.

 

"Long ago, when his eyes were the brightest blue and his hair the shade of gold..." The grin transformed into a smirk; it had been no coincidence that the boy had originally looked like Alice. The rabbit had meant to keep his appearance the same, but the creatures in the Hole had thought of their own plan. "His name was Lukas." At the mention of the name, the boy suddenly jerked, and his blank eyes widened.

[Tama]

...something about the way the Rabbit hugged the Boy...made the Cat's stomach boil with anger. How...dare he touch my precious present...how dare he act so familiar...he was mine and you shouldn't be touching him like that. It was not that he disliked the Rabbit, and had he been draping himself over the Cat like that...well...he'd hardly say no...but...

But what? The Cat played with the claws, sheathed against his gloves. He wouldn't hurt the Rabbit, too badly. Maybe knock him about a bi-

A whispering. The feeling around the room...

 

The Rabbit was watching him now, those red, slightly mismatched eyes gazing at him, his lips slightly pursed. He'd never noticed how pale the other boy was before, but, looking at him, even when compared to the boy, his skin was ashen as paper. At least he wasn't face first into the Boy's chest now, but lying across him-was he...actually glaring-before he answered, in that slightly sleepy way he'd not heard in many years.

"A name, a name, a name..."

Yes, that's what I asked, Allen...

He waited, occasionally picking at his food. Confound this Rabbit and his trickiness. Annoyance buzzed like a hive in his stomach, whilst the Rabbit pretended to think. The Rabbit Hole may have addled his brain, but he was just as playful in withholding information-the Cat knew that expression from anywhere.

 

"Long ago, when his eyes were the brightest blue and his hair the shade of gold..."

The Cat almost reflexively raised his head. Alice? Alice? That...no. Alice, by the lifetimes of these things that the Rabbit brought into Wonderland, must have been dead for years. If not centuries. And yet, as he stared at the Boy, the resemblance, whilst not uncanny was close enough that a quick glance would have fooled you, if not for the black hair and dark grey eyes. The Rabbit had never been kind, lacked tact. This was a perfect example. He knew the Cat had been fond of Alice. Why would he say something like tha-

"His name was Lukas."

 

A jolt. A name. He had a name.

And his lips curled into a smile of utter triumph. Have something, someone's name, and you had power.

Getting up, he strode to the boy, crouched, and smiled softly at him, pushing the Rabbit gently out of his way.

"Lukas. Lukas, it's me. Cheshire. You should...you should eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

He turned to the Rabbit.

"As should you. After breakfast, we need to talk."

[BlaqueCatt]

The White Rabbit tilted his head slightly when Cheshire's lips curved into a wide, toothy grin. Why is he so happy? Allen felt a twinge of annoyance, but just as he opened his mouth to say something, the cat pushed him out of the way and moved closer to the boy. The curiosity in the whitette's eyes vanished and was replaced with a petulant look, a pout on his pale face. Nevertheless, he grudgingly pushed himself back with his hands so that he was sitting at the edge of the bed. Not fair. How come he gets to have all the fun? Allen's logic - if it could even be called logic - made no sense, as he had been the one monopolizing the boy, but that was something he would never be able to understand. With a huff, Allen stood up and stalked over to the tray on the table, bending over it and sniffing as he decided on what to eat. Ugh, I hate meat. He scrunched up his nose. The only good kind is the type I can peel off of people... He grinned, his childish annoyance replaced with giddiness as he imagined his favorite activity, completely ignoring the rest of what the cat said to him.

 

The boy's stormy gray eyes snapped back into focus when Cheshire spoke to him. However, something about them had changed. They appeared fuller, as if something had been returned to them. Dazedly, the boy blinked and looked around the room, seemingly having no idea of where he was. He stared at Cheshire uncomprehendingly, and then his gaze turned to the rabbit. "...Allen?" he asked sleepily, his voice gaining the rabbit's attention; Allen was clearly surprised. "Am I...home? Ah!" The boy doubled over, hands clutching at the sides of his head, his eyes squeezed shut and his face contorted in pain. His body convulsed, and soft groans slipped past his lips. A streak of blonde appeared in his hair, and instantly Allen had leaped across the room and was by the boy's side. The rabbit abruptly thrust out his hand, his pupils dilated so that most of the red was hidden behind black, and grabbed the boy's head. The boy screamed as shadowy, clawed hands seeped out of Allen's skin and wrapped around him. They lingered for a moment, and then the light in the boy's eyes vanished, as they returned to their glassy appearance. Allen dropped his hand and slumped forward with a tired sigh.

 

"Damn," he muttered, sounding and appearing sane for once, as the creatures had used their energy on the boy and were no longer restless. "Looks like the name triggered a memory." Cheshire was the first to witness the essence of the Hole in action, and it was terrifying to think that Allen was only able to wield a small amount of the Hole's power when he was away from the source, meaning that the initial process was even worse. "It rarely happens because the memories are scattered. I guess we were lucky that the memory attached to his name landed nearby." His tone was calm and his sentences were properly constructed. When the rabbit turned to face Cheshire, the mad gleam in his red eyes was gone. Normally, Allen was sealed within the Hole to rest for a while after the transformations and travels, so no one ever saw his sane side. The creatures preferred his insanity, but sanity was still a part of him, and it would take many more years for it to completely vanish.

[Tama]

He watched the boy change, become more alert, the blonde streak appear.

This was not good. Not good at all.

He'd seen this happen once before, the young man become...stuck between the memories of this world and the memories squeezed away into hiding in his mind. Watched their eyes become polluted, half between the old and new

Watched it destroy them, had to finally put them out of their misery.

 

He breathed an inward sign of relief as the blackness slid out of Allen's skin, half-enveloped the boy, and restored him to normal.

"That...was too close."

The Cat got up and gently picked his way over to the Rabbit, crouching next to him. He seemed...all too fragile, more fragile than he had been when last they'd met. Like a intricate mechanism, coiled, but so easily damaged by rough handling. He gently placed a hand on the Rabbit's shoulder.

"Are there likely to be...other memories close by, Allen? I-We need to know. In case...it happens again. "

He gave the shoulder a little squeeze

"I've...missed you, Allen. Really."

 

He pulled the smaller man into a hug, head resting on the Rabbit's bony shoulder

A pause

"He's going to be ok, right, Allen?"

Something...something reassuring about having Allen back. Having the Rabbit. moods or no moods, close by, was...nice. No. More than nice.

He pulled the Rabbit closer, enjoying his warmth, his scent.

[BlaqueCatt]

Allen's eyes had closed in his exhaustion, but the blood red orbs came back into view when Cheshire approached him. He sat up and pushed himself back so that he was leaning against the headboard, his legs spread out across the purple bedsheets. In this position, the cat was sitting next to him so that they could hug, the others' body draped partially over himself. A small, tired smile appeared on the rabbit's pale face, and he wrapped an arm around the cat's waist as Cheshire rested his head against his shoulder, burying his face in his neck. The sudden warmth was calming, and he welcomed it completely. He allowed his eyes to close again and rubbed soothing circles into the cat's back with his thumb, enjoying the intimacy that he had been without for so long.

 

If only I could stay like this...and those creatures would leave me in peace... He sighed and tilted his head towards the ceiling. "Unfortunately, I cannot see memories, but is very rare for them to land near their owner. What happened was either a one-in-a-million chance event, or..." He paused. "...another party caused it to happen. If that is the case, then I cannot guarantee the safety of the boy." His words rang in the air for a moment, and then he gently pulled Cheshire closer so the cat was sitting between his legs and they were facing each other. Allen studied the others' eyes before asking softly, "Do you hate me? The other me." His expression was completely serious. The sane Allen was by no means a saint - quite the opposite, in fact - but he was capable of real emotion, unlike the other. Beside them, the boy was silent, having lost consciousness after the ordeal.

[Tama]

Hate..

No. He could never hate Allen.

Worry about him, be frightened sometimes by the power he wielded, about the fragility of his mind...

But...hate? No.

"I...don't hate him. I prefer you, but if he has to be around for you to be here...so be it."

The warmth of another body, another person against him...comforting...relaxing.

 

It was nice to sit here, arms around Allen, have that soft voice in his ears.

What he said was pretty relaxing too. An isolated incident, a freak incident.

Well, who could do something like that anyway? She certainly couldn't.

No one could just make parts of oneself, filleted away like fish scales, appear just like that...

Could they?

He curled closely to the Rabbit, fingers idly stroking his hair.

"I've...missed you."

[BlaqueCatt]

The White Rabbit's blood red eyes softened, and a small, almost nonexistent smile appeared on his pale face. He leaned his head forward and buried his face in the cat's purple hair, inhaling deeply before pulling the other male even closer to himself, so close that Cheshire was soon laying flush against his chest. It felt right, to have the cat in his arms like this. To be close to him, free of worries and pain and the dark, dark thoughts that seemed to constantly plague his mind. "I missed you as well," he murmured, his warm breath hitting the thin strands of hair and causing them to flutter. His voice was slightly muffled due to their proximity, but his words were distinguishable. There was a pause, and then the rabbit chuckled softly. "To think that creatures such as us could feel such emotions," he said, tilting the cat's chin upwards so they were facing each other. "I wish that we could be as we once were," he admitted, explaining his previous comment.

 

The old Allen had been sane, but he had not been any less violent or deadly. The difference was that he had understood what he was doing and had been able to control himself. In fact, the old Allen had possessed the utmost control. He had always been poised and calm, with a sly nature. His attacks had been swift and clean, and he had killed for a purpose (though the chase was always fun) and never left a mess like the current Allen did. He had been extremely intelligent - he still was, but his thought processes had become twisted - and he had been more of a dangerous gentleman than a raving lunatic. Back then, Allen and Cheshire had been like opposites - one playful, one serious - but they were like two sides of the same coin and had bonded over their mutual desires. Eventually, their personalities had mixed so well that they were an unstoppable team, and not just when killing. But that time was gone. When Alice left, Allen was left alone with the Hole and no one to keep him from falling. He had fallen hard. But if some of his old self could be preserved...if they dared to hope...

[Tama]

Cheshire was so close he could smell the ferrous scent of blood all over his old friend, clinging to his hair and skin and clothing like a perfume. He rested his head on the other boy's shoulder, enjoying that feeling of...simply having him there. Warm.

And those words. Well...

"I wish we could...as well...that...would be nice, to go back to what we...were. Together."

He couldn't help himself, but turned a little, his face gently nuzzling into the warmth of his neck.

Softly pressed his lips against Allen's neck.

Kissed that warm, pale flesh.

 

How long had it been since he kissed Allen.

How long had it been since...he'd even seen the young man he'd fallen asleep next to so many times he'd lost count.

The hole may have warped Allen, turned him into something that Cheshire knew to be dangerous if left unchecked, but...this was his friend. No. More than friend.

He kissed Allen's neck again, the scent under his ferrous perfume so familiar he let a contented little sigh slip from his lips.

He raised his head, and smiled at the Rabbit, then kissed him full on the lips, the feeling of warmth, of a surprised intake of breath.

"You're home, Allen..."

[BlaqueCatt]

Allen rested his cheek against the side of Cheshire's head when the other leaned against his shoulder. His eyes slipped shut, and he released a content sigh, his arms wrapped snugly around the cat's waist. He was pleased to hear that the other man returned his sentiments, and he felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Even when the 'other' Allen was in control, he always feared that one day Cheshire would abandon him. The rabbit was always quick to adopt his childish persona and apologize when he greatly upset the cat, and he would trail after the other man like a lost puppy until he was forgiven. "I didn't mean it, really!" Allen pouted, his red eyes teary as he clung to the back of Cheshire's coat. "Please don't be angry!" Though the White Rabbit loved to mess around with Cheshire in both forms, the cat was the only one who could control the 'other' Allen.

 

Let this last as long as it can... Allen's eyes opened when he felt lips against the skin of his neck, and he instinctively tensed. He relaxed upon remembering that it was Cheshire he was with - the only one he could trust - and he tilted his head, allowing the cat to do as he wished, gently running the fingers of his right hand through the purple locks. He silently gasped in surprise when Cheshire moved to his lips, but after a moment he exhaled, closing his eyes again and returning the chaste kiss. "I am home," he agreed softly, "but I do not know how long I will be able to stay. The Hole will eventually call to me, and the Queen may chase me back into the other world."

[Tama]

He nodded, trying not to show Allen, facially or otherwise, how much those last few words scared him.

It had hurt.

Hurt to lose Allen to The Hole, hurt to see him pulled from this world into another even his power over existence faltered and failed at. He kissed again. Scared to imagine Allen fading away before him, leaving his arms empty. It was if, all things considered, he was checking that Allen was corporeal, that he wouldn't suddenly be nothing more than air where he had been.

 

He was...warm, beneath his lips, and Cheshire fancied he could almost feel his pulse through his lips, through his soft...warm lips. He had always liked the Rabbit's smile, even when it was twisted in a vague fascimile of his own. He kissed again. Allen himself...was not like the boy who still lay, eyes closed, prone, next to them. The Cat was somehow relieved that he'd fallen onto the thick carpet, that he lay there, prone-almost like a sleeping child. Allen was...well, he was like the Boy in some respects. Slim. More muscle tone than the boy, but the same pale skin...

He wanted to see more.

His fingers slid to his clothes, experimentally. Allen wore such complicated clothes sometimes, but this...this was more than enticing, the patch of skin just above his hips entirely on show. Of course. It was like the Rabbit was teasing him.

He dragged his nails across the Rabbit's pale skin, and then upward, lifting the hem of his t-shirt slowly

"Allen...I...I will not allow you to be lost without a fight. And I will...stand between you and her...to my last breath...I want to make the most of any time we have..."

[BlaqueCatt]

The rabbit seemed to sense the others' fear, and his arms tightened around the cat's waist, holding him securely, as if to say, I am here with you. They were becoming accustomed with each other after so long apart, simultaneously exploring their bodies and minds. The process was slow and gentle, and full of unspoken emotions. "I will stay with you for as long as I can, Cheshire," Allen promised, his voice barely above a whisper. The name had not left his lips since he had arrived, and once it had, the whitette felt a sharp pang in his chest, one of longing for something he knew that he could never have. Our paths may not cross again for a very long time...if only they would stop chasing me... The rabbit's body twitched as anger rose to the surface of his consciousness, but he forcefully pushed it away, unwilling to let his other self take control at such an important moment. He returned the cat's kiss, slightly deepening the exchange.

 

One of Allen's eyes opened when he felt the cat's fingers slip under the hem of his shirt, and amusement flickered across his pale face when Cheshire lightly dug his nails into the skin above his hips. He hadn't been sure if the cat had wanted to do anything more than kiss after so long, and he would be content with progressing or staying as they were; anything would suffice as long as he was close to this person who, for some reason, meant so much to him. "Do not do anything foolish for my sake," he chastised gently, his own hands working their way to the cat's back and slipping beneath the shirt, rubbing soothing circles into the skin there; he wanted Cheshire to take the lead. "But I will fight for you as well."

[Tama]

Every gasp Allen made, he felt, the heaving of that pale, toned stomach against one bare hand.

He scratched again, determined to at least marks, something to remember him by, should the Rabbit Hole take him back.

He didn't want it to take him back.

Anger coursed through him, hot, furious, then sank deep.

He wanted Allen. Badly. Not only was his own body obviously responding to the barely restrained mental images of Allen, naked and panting, and pushed down into the carpet, groaning, and bucking and gasping and repeating his name like a mantra, but he had Allen where he wanted him.

Where Allen wanted to be, as a matter of fact.

 

His fingers slid to the t-shirt, unveiling Allen's body softly, noting his audible reaction to the touch. The Rabbit now bare above his waist, but for that peculiar collar, and his many necklaces, he kissed the other young man full on the lips, pulling his lip gently with those long feline teeth, and he tasted ferrous on his thin, purple-sticked lips.

"Allen."

He kissed the Rabbit on the chest, mouth beginning its pilgrimage over the other boy's flesh. Visiting all the old places. A few newer marks across his flesh were taken into account, licked gently with the Cat's rough tongue.

His self composure began to slide away from him as he shucked off his t-shirt, flinging it without care onto the pile behind the Rabbit where the black t-shirt already lay. He moved his lips to the Rabbit's left ear, and, gently biting it, whispered, with a hint of utter lust in that smooth voice:

"Allen...I need you"

[BlaqueCatt]

The White Rabbit forced his body to relax, loosening his muscles so that it was easier for Cheshire to remove his shirt. His hold on the cat vanished as he lifted his arms above his head, the first part of his clothing falling to the floor in a matter of seconds. He shivered due to the sudden chill that ghosted across his bare torso, but there was a sly smirk on his face; his blood red eyes were hooded and gleaming. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased, threading his fingers through the cat's thick purple hair as their lips met in a kiss. A soft hiss left him as Cheshire's teeth dug into his skin, and in retaliation he nipped at the cat's tongue before abruptly pulling away, licking the small spot of blood from his lower lip. The other whispered his name, and his smirk widened.

 

His hands wandered from Cheshire's head to his back, where they had been resting earlier, and he scratched at the cat's skin, determined to mark him just as he himself was being marked. His nails were blunter than the cat's, but he applied more pressure, almost breaking skin. Both of them enjoyed a little rough treatment, especially with each other. He drew his fingers up and down the expanse of the cat's back repeatedly, drawing out moans that matched his own. One sound caught in his throat as one of his fresher scars was licked by a rough tongue, and he threw his head back, his laughter mixed with light pants. "I got that one just a few days ago, you know," he gasped, his fingers tightening around the cat's hips. He helped the other remove his shirt, and their eyes met before Cheshire leaned forward and murmured into his ear. Allen huffed, the bite sending tingles through his body, and he forcefully grabbed the cat's hair, mashing their lips together. They parted after a moment, and he replied simply, "Haven't I taught you that it's easier to take what you want than to ask for it?"

[Tama]

The heat. The wonderful heat between them.

That's it. He could stand it no longer. Between Allen teasing him, the sexual tension, rising like water from a burst dam...and the feeling of needing to do something, anything, to...to have Allen back.

His hand slid to Allen's belts, undoing them feverishly, his hand damp. He couldn't resist squeezing the front of Allen's jeans, rubbing nails back and forth against what he knew to be...

"You're hard."

He smirked at Allen.

Squeezed the front of his jeans again, amused by the sounds the other young man made.

"I'm going to take what I want, Allen."

Another kiss, fervent, hot, needy. He pulled Allen hard to him, groping his arse, hands sliding into the waistband of Allen's skintight black jeans to squeeze and dig his long purple talons into pale, soft skin. Crushed his lover, his rabbit, his star his moon, his sky and earth to him, ground hard, their tented erections against each other.

"Take your jeans off, Allen. Enough teasing. I owe you this."

Without waiting for an answer, he half carried, half steered the Rabbit to a chair, and knelt between his legs, laying kisses on that taut muscled stomach.

"My love...I'm going to make you ache when we're done."

[BlaqueCatt]

Allen lifted his hips so that the multitude of belts could be undone, his muscles barely straining with the effort. Once they had joined his shirt on the floor with a muffled clatter, he relaxed back onto the mattress. However, he quickly tensed again as the cat's nails grazed across the prominent bulge at the front of his tight black jeans. A low grunt slipped past his lips, and he returned Cheshire's smirk with a sneer of his own. "And you're not?" The cat made another grab for his restrained erection, and he snarled, letting out a huff of breath that blew the bangs from his eyes, which were glowing fiery red. "Little shit," he muttered, but there was no anger in his voice; in fact, his tone was laced with amusement and lust. "You'll pay for that." When they had first begun, the rabbit had always taken charge, and though he wasn't upset by Cheshire assuming the dominant role, he was in no way going to let the other win their game.

 

As their lips fervently met once more, and Cheshire's hands traveled further down his body, Allen wrapped his arms around the cat's torso and pulled himself closer to the other, rolling his hips in a form of revenge, making sure to cause a slight amount of pain just to see the cat's expression. He curled a first into the cat's hair and tugged, dragging his nails down the others' neck. His pale face was flushed and his lips were parted, but there was much to do before he truly came undone, and he was determined to make the cat give in first, even if he wasn't on top. He bit his lip to hold back a moan as their lower halves met again, and just as he was about to lunge for the others' neck and stake his claim, he was suddenly being dragged towards a chair against the far wall.

 

The White Rabbit was not pleased by the interruption, but when he realized where it was going he chuckled and let Cheshire steer him. He leaned back in the chair, gazing down at the cat with a cocky grin on his face, one that was playful yet in control. "I should hope so. I believe I taught you well." It was only a matter of time before it came to an end.

[Tama]

The sight before him nigh made him melt.

Allen, tented, almost painfully so, gazing down lustfully, his eyes hooded, his pale cheeks flushed, grinning ear to ear.

First things first.

Cheshire stripped slowly, teasingly, the jeans first, slid down his muscled legs, boots long since having been kicked off, belts clattering loudly, before, nails slipping beneath his boxers, he teased them down too, exposing his naked body, bruised in places, a trail of pink hair down to his stiff, twitching cock. All that was left to cover his body were his collar, and the rings that pierce his small, perky nipples.

Just the way he liked it.

He knelt, gazing up at Allen tail twitching back and forth, covering up his body from time to time, like a dancer with her fan.

Teasing, revealing, teasing.

He couldn't resist touching it, fingers dancing a little across his crotch, before he dropped to all fours, giving Allen an utterly predatory gaze. Allen must be aching, he though, the grin sliding to his face. Well, we'll have to do something about it

He crawled to between Allen's legs, kissing his crotch, the long lithe tongue lapping his tent.

"Allen, you're harddd...poor Allen..."

A dirty chuckle, and the Cat began to rub the Rabbit, down at the base of his cock.

"Should I undo your jeans, Allen? Do you want me to suck you off?"

His nails traced back and forth between the Rabbit's balls and the Cat's soft, attentive lips.

"All you need to do, Mister Allen, is ask. Ask, and you shall receive your ~desire~"

[BlaqueCatt]

The White Rabbit took full advantage of his newly acquired position. Blood red eyes roamed over every inch of skin that was revealed as the cat stripped, his movements slow and sensual. Allen's gaze lingered on each individual part of the cat's toned body for several seconds; he was determined to commit all of Cheshire's scars and imperfections to memory (in a world where everything about oneself seems out of place, it is comforting to know that there are others who are equally as strange, although the fact that Cheshire was one of the more attractive men he had spent time with definitely contributed to his blatant staring). "You still have these, hmm?" the rabbit mused, his grin splitting as he reached up and casually flicked at one of the piercings attached to the cat's nipples. "If you're so fond of them, perhaps you should place them somewhere else," he murmured into the other man's ear as Cheshire lowered himself and hovered over Allen's lap.

 

The older man's right hand slid across the fur of the cat's tail, smoothing it out before rubbing it the wrong way. "Here?" he asked, knowing of Cheshire's more sensitive spots due to experience. "Or maybe here?" He nipped at the cat's exposed ear as his fingers brushed against Cheshire's swollen member. The cat was not one to be so easily defeated, however - I wonder where he learned that from - and swiftly knelt down, dragging his tongue across Allen's clothed erection. The rabbit hissed in both pleasure and in a challenge.

 

"Allen, you're hard...poor Allen..."The cat rubbed base of Allen's member and the rabbit grunted, sneering at the other man as he continued, "Should I undo your jeans, Allen? Do you want me to suck you off? All you need to do, Mister Allen, is ask. Ask, and you shall receive your ~desire~" Allen purposefully bucked his hips, catching the younger man off-guard, and used that moment of distraction to fist his fingers in purple hair and tug his head up for a kiss.

 

"I should punish you for having such a dirty mouth," Allen teased, licking a long stripe up the cat's cheek and dipping into his ear. "I thought I taught you how to be a gentleman." He leaned back and smirked down at the man sitting between his legs; it seemed as though the rabbit was still the one in control, at least for the moment. "And if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you want to put your mouth on me." The cruel, calculating gleam in Allen's eyes reflected the man he had once been, before the Rabbit Hole had torn apart mind. "Aw, don't take it personally, dear," he cooed, petting the cat's hair, not at all ashamed. He knew that Cheshire liked it as rough as he did, both physically and verbally; it seemed that they both had a sadistic and masochistic side. "And isn't it my philosophy to take, not to ask? You should know better by now."

[Tama]

Ahh...those hot lips, those naughty, teasing lips. Naked and warm, and kissed and tugged upwards. He let Allen take control, take charge.

"I want...you to fuck that dirty mouth, Allen. So fucking much."

Take me. Fuck me

He broke from the kiss, and ran his thumbs down the other boy's chest, grinning, before smirking up at Allen, and unbuttoning the other boy's jeans, unzipping him slowly, finger running deliberately slowly, deliberately teasingly, down his member. He kissed the tent, the boxers straining a little, and then pulled the boxers down too, ignoring his own stiffness. Maybe Allen was right. A cock-piercing...would be nice, not just for him, but for his partner.

 

Good boy, good Cheshire.

He took Allen into his mouth, and ran his tongue across the hardness, the sticky warmth of his cock.

My, Allen. Already this aroused?

It bucked, pleasingly.

Allen had always kept his pubes short, so short the stubble had often tickled Cheshire's lips as he'd sucked, and even in the Rabbit Hole, he'd clearly taken care of himself.

And...lower your head onto him.

Suck him.

He was harder than it seemed, trembling a little, twitching, dirty, dirty Allen.

He pulled off, his lips making a pop, then repeated the motion a few times, till Allen was so slick with his spit that the Rabbit's penis shone a little in the light.

Gazed up at Allen, his pre and drool running down his lips.

"Clean my mouth out, Allen."

 

His mouth was hot.

His body was hot.

And Allen, above him, moaned as he sucked.

Come apart in my mouth, Allen.

I want to see you truly...uninhibited.

Show me the boy I fell for so very hard, so long ago.

 

Cheshire gazed up with lust filled eyes.

"Control me."

[BlaqueCatt]

"I want...you to fuck that dirty mouth, Allen. So fucking much." The rabbit's deep red eyes narrowed, gleaming with feral, inhuman lust. Cheshire's position between his legs made it difficult for him to respond physically - even on his knees the cat was not tall enough for Allen to easily reach - so the whitette settled for curling the wild purple hair at the base of his partner's neck around his fingers, tugging harshly and dragging his nails across skin as the smaller man's attention traveled down the rabbit's chest and settled at his jeans. A hiss escaped from Allen's lips when the pads of the cat's fingers brushed against his member, and he let out an annoyed huff that sounded quite similar to a groan when soft lips skimmed across the pale, sensitive skin. Goddamn tease... A small smirk twisted his expression. I taught him well. Too well.

 

It was interesting, Allen thought, that Cheshire had managed to adopt several of the older male's traits yet retain his own unique personality. They had spent many years together, in the time before the Hole claimed him - and in his saner moments Allen remembered their first days. Allen had been many things in those days - an informant, a dealer of illegal goods, and an assassin - and had resembled an old-fashioned British gentleman from the 1800s. It was this gentleman who had found Cheshire - a dirty, thieving stray - and had taken him under his wing. Their mentor-apprentice relationship evolved into the relationship of lovers, and they watched Wonderland deteriorate before them under the control of the Queen. Hope had sparked within them when they met Alice, but he vanished before his job was done, and Allen fell prey to the Hole in an attempt to find him.

 

Hmm. Maybe I'll live on within him, once I'm gone for good. The rabbit feared losing himself completely to the Hole. Maybe - His internal musings were brought to an abrupt halt when Cheshire's mouth wrapped around his erection. His breath caught in his throat, and his nails pressed into the skin of the cat's neck as he attempted to hold in his moans. His eyes were heavily lidded as he watched the cat work.

 

"Clean my mouth out, Allen." The rabbit met the cat's heated gaze. "Control me." A sly grin split Allen's face.

 

"Very well." He slid out of the chair and encircled Cheshire's waist with his left arm, pushing him gently onto the floor. Allen smiled down at him crookedly. "What do you want me to do?" he purred, ducking his head and nuzzling the cat's neck, leaving bites and licks behind. His right hand gripped the others' member tightly. "Tell me," he ordered huskily into the cat's ear, nipping at its tip.

[Tama]

He was in extasy. Allen was...practically eating him, those soft, lips on his neck, those eyes, bloody red pools devouring him, carnally. Fucking him with his eyes. His universe contracted, became just Allen, just the pale skin, the feverish look, the dark red eyes, the fingers and nails and the soft hand between his legs.

His mind momentarily melted.

Allen was his, close.

Warm.

Real.

Above him, smiling.

Utterly naked, his own arousal slicked with Cheshire's own spit, twitching gently.

Utterly beautiful.

 

And then his mouth was on his ear and that voice poured lust into him.

And two words slid from errant, pre-slicked lips.

"Fuck me"

He bucked hard against Allen, as if he needed to make his point painfully clear.

"Fucking cum inside me. Fuck me up. Cum inside Cheshie..."

The Cat's composure was shattered. Lust flowed in his blood.

He wanted Allen balls deep in him.

Wanted Allen to lose himself, fully.

He wanted Allen to leave marks all over him. His hands slid to his behind, the tail twitching almost as much as his cock in Allen's hand.

"H-hurry up..."

[BlaqueCatt]

"Fuck me. Fucking come inside me. Fuck me up. Come inside Cheshire..." The White Rabbit's teeth sank into the cat's ear, as the sound of the other man begging in a raw, lust-filled voice caused a momentary loss of control. It was Cheshire's muffled cry that alerted Allen to what he had been doing, and he lifted his head, gently lapping the blood from the small wound. A metallic taste coated his tongue, and he let out a strange purring sound, nuzzling against his partner's neck. He relished the way the cat writhed beneath him, bucking his hips in a desperate attempt at creating friction between their bodies. "H-hurry up..." the cat moaned, and Allen slowly dragged his hand across the length of the younger man's erection, staring into Cheshire's eyes as he did so.

 

He's too easy to tease, The rabbit mused, his left hand disentangling itself from the cat's hair and sensually trailing its way down the expanse of pale skin until it brushed against Cheshire's opening. Always has been. "Make that sound again," Allen demanded, letting go of the cat's erection and using his hand to brush the long purple tail out of the way. "like a good slut." He lowered his head and licked at the cat's opening, holding out his right hand so that the cat could wet his fingers.

[Tama]

Allen...Allen was licking his asshole...

The heat. The sting of his wounded ear, his twitching aroused cock, the soft lapping, and the feeling, the itch of the Rabbit's tongue buried deep in his asshole, only making him harder.

His pulse, like a drumbeat in his ears.

And before his closed eyes, the Cat saw nothing, saw...

Saw a blue coat flicker, an elegant boot, black leggings

The heel push down into his chest, nimbly avoiding the Rabbit's bobbing head.

Reliving, remembering the soft voice, overlaid the other young person that used to make up their inseparable trio over this scene of utter lust.

 

The blue-clad memory smirked, blonde hair falling into their eyes.

"Cheshie...you're so horny...you like being watched, don't you?"

The cat's mouth formed, released a groan of utter pleasure-robbed of words, deep in pleasure, this was the best he could now do. Allen's hot tongue, Allen's fingers, Allen's kisses on his thighs, were robbing him of any reason.

The boot moved to his mouth, Allen's fingers following it a second later.

"Why don't you clean my shoes, Chesh? Like a good little cat."

The Cat's tongue flicked out, began greedily fellating the Rabbit's fingers, flicking back and forth against the imagined boot.

A hearty chuckle.

"Good Kitty! Good Bunny! I love to see you two...mess each other up so badly...so nice to watch boys fuck each other.

Soon you'll be nice and prepped, Cheshie-cat, and Allen'll fuck you. Just like good old times! And I'll watch. If that's ok?"

 

The boot pulled away, but the Cat continued sucking the fingers, rolling his lewd hips from time to time. A pause, and them the blonde's face moved close to the Cat's features, the blue eyes behind glittering.

"Just our little secret. Just us three. Now, beg Allen to fuck you. Nice and deep. Cum inside you. After all, he's your owner, you filthy little stray. You're gagging for him. Give IN, Cheshie-kitty. Show me how low you can sink for us. Show Allen and Alix what you learned on the street...Macha."

The Cat groaned aloud, bucking hard against the Rabbit's face, a moaned "hurry up", dripping with lust.

The blonde laughed

"Good boy. See, I know...exactly what buttons I need to press. Macha. My Macha. I remember the day my parents brought you home, a tiny mewling thing. And you'd grown so much when I saw you next-A red leather collar and...Your eyes weren't even open then. And here you are...A ball of fur. Yes. So warm. I lost you. A tiny little thing! You loved milk so-I followed where I thought you'd gone, and...You used to lie on the end of my bed-I was ill and..."

 

He dug his nails in hard, into his arms, till tiny white crescents reddened and pooled.

Till the blonde disappeared

Let his breath slow.

His hand went to Allen's head, gently pushing the boy's chin up, a grin on his sweaty face.

"Hurry up and fuck me, Mister Allen. Just like old times. Teach me, kai~?"

He winked.

[BlaqueCatt]

Allen's tongue swiped teasingly across the soft pink hole one last time before he lifted his head, smirking toothily down at the cat's flushed face with gleaming red eyes as he watched the younger man lick and suck at his fingers so greedily that he felt his own erection throb. "Good boy..." he praised, his voice nothing more than a murmur. He pulled his fingers out of the slick warmth and pressed them against the cat's entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle a few times before pushing the first finger in. It slipped inside rather easily, eliciting a low growl from the rabbit. "Have you been touching yourself here, you naughty boy?" He leaned forward for a kiss, biting the cat's lip as he inserted the second finger. "Or were you fooling around with other men like the whore you are?" The whitette's eyes narrowed at the thought, and a glimpse of his other half presented itself in the sudden surge of childish possession that gripped his chest. He turned his head and sunk his teeth into the cat's bare shoulder until he tasted blood, staking his claim.

 

"I'll just have to remind you of who you belong to..." Both of them seemed to have reached their limit in terms of foreplay. Allen scissored the cat's hole, first with two, then three, and then four. One he deemed that his partner was ready, he kissed the cat's forehead before lining himself up with the entrance. "This may hurt a bit, love," he warned before slowly easing his way in, letting out a quiet hiss as he did so.

[Tama]

His body tembled with lust, cock dripping pre lewdly onto his pale thighs. Allen...Allen had pushed him beyond his limits. Al he could think about now was Allen's cock, Allen's fingers...

And the words that poured from Allen's lips, the teasing, the calling him whore...

Allen claimed him, bit down as a lion claims its prey. , and his cock twitched all the more.

He heard his voice reply to Allen's question, "I'm yours...c-claim me...take me."

 

His hand slipped between his legs, and began to jerk himself off, as Allen prepared him. He...he needed this. Needed Allen's cock...needed to be reminded of who his Master was...

And...

Ah...

He felt the touch, the tease of Allen beginning to stretch him, the feeling of his lust-addled body giving way to Allen. The kiss was like...fire spreading across his naked skin, and then Allen thrust into him, and his body bucked, rising against Allen, the cat giving in to his utter lust, giving in to Allen...