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starbuck09256 · 5 years ago

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A Howl in the Moonlight

@xfilesfanficexchange @mulder-even-if @today-in-fic

I got the awesome Christina who wanted a Season One fic with Howling as the key word, she left it up in the air for some fluff, smut, goodness and I sure hope I delivered that. Sorry for the delay. It’s 11:12 pst so sort of made it?

NSFW

Fictober day whatever... lol

She feels the crunch of the leaves beneath her boots as she runs through the dark forest. The night noise resonating in her ears with the burning of her lungs. She can barely make out Mulders long frame in the distance he stops suddenly and that’s when she hears it, howling into the night. Her eyes go wide as she searches for the animal that made it. Trees and dense forest along with the dark shadows cause her to pull her hands up with her gun, shining it into the moonlight. She sees Mulder his hands outstretched like hers, gun at the ready as a large animal leaps towards him. She screams and fires hoping like hell she doesn’t hit her partner.

There is so much blood, she can’t tell if it’s the large dog she hit or Mulders, he isn’t responding to her screaming his name. Tears sting her eyes as she tries to push the 100 pound canine off of him.

“Mulder… Mulder” she mutters into the full moon as blood seeps into her clothes.

“Scully” he stuppers and she gasps in relief.

“You ok Scully?” she pushes hard at the back of the dog, trying to free her partner.

“Yea, you?”

The dog whimpers. Mulders voices laced with fear

“he… he bit me,” in that moment she sees for the first time, his panic face.

2 hours later

She’s sitting on his motel bed, freshly showered and dressed in some loose fitting fbi sweats and shirt. She waits as she hears the shower finally shut off. She swallows hard, worries about the animal being infected with Rabies. Worries that her partner a man whom has changed her whole life in just the last year will fall victim to horrible infection and never solve his sister's disappearance. Her anxiety is rising while she goes through his medical records. He’s not the best at willingly going to the doctor. Their frequent hospital trips make it hard to shift through if he ever had any vaccinations for the virus. She pinches the bridge of her nose sliding her glasses off and swipes at her face. She thinks about Bear in Alaska, how those tiny worms brought down a 180 pound man in mere hours. Her lips quiver and she bites it to try and stop herself from crying. He opens the door, a white hotel towel wrapped loosely around his hips. His brown locks sticking up in all directions. His muscular chest gleams in the harsh fluorescent lights scratches down the front red and angry cause her to gasp. He starts to remove the blood soaked bandage from his arm, so she can redressed it for him. The ticking of the clock cuts through the silence like a knife.

“I can’t seem to find out if you had a recent rabies shot.. I thought maybe after the Arctic incident we both..” but her voice fades off as he shakes his head.

“I don’t think I did, I wanted to get back up there so badly that I uh.. Just told them I would do it later.”

Her eyes capture his.

“They are still waiting on the blood tests from the dog.”

“You mean werewolf”

“That animal was not a werewolf Mulder,” she scoffs.

He could be dying from a preventable disease and he wants to argue with her about werewolves.

“Scully I saw it change it was a man running towards me and then it ...shifted.. And that's when it howled and attacked me, I’m infected. You have to lock me up so I don’t attack you when I change.”

She stands up in pure anger, files fall to the ground and the fact that she isn’t wearing any shoes makes him chuckle at her small frame.

“You aren’t going to change into anything!! You are going to get headaches, muscles spasms, hallucinations and then you are going to DIE!”

“There is another full moon tonight Scully, we have to figure out a way to keep you safe when I shift.”

She grabs her medical bag and pulls him back into the bathroom. She hops up on the sink, pulling him between her legs so she can clean his wounds on his back. She tries to work efficiently cleaning each area firstly, ripping open packaging with her teeth. He says nothing, save for a small gasp when the coldness of her fingers brush against his back. She tries to keep her composure as she finishes his back wrapping it in bandages. She touches his shoulder gently to turn around, her eyes face his broad chest and the deep red marks across his stomach. She applies liberal amounts of the ointment hoping that if he doesn’t die from Rabies at least he won’t die from some other infection.

“These look really bad Mulder,” she mutters.

She wants to cry with how much he frustrates her, he is more concerned about shifting into a mythical creature than the fact that only 10% of people survive once infected. She hasn’t known him long, but recent events have made her question her feelings about him. He is stubborn, and so very smart. He is caring and kind, compassionate and fierce, all the things she has always admired in men. He isn’t like her other lovers he questions her, challenges her in ways that make her mind race in excitement. Now though now all that can be torn away. She might never get to know if they could have been more. He sees it then, her anger, her fear. He reaches down, to this incredible woman, who makes him work for everything. He wraps his arms around her as she shuffles a sob into his chest. He strokes her back to comfort her, even though he is getting as much comfort from this as she is. He kisses her hair lets her hands roam across his back as the large scratches sting a little. She pulls back looks up at him a sad smile on his lips and he can’t help himself. He leans down and kisses her, she tastes wonderful. Her lips are like mini pillows full and soft his tongue searches for hers. His fingers dance through her hair as his lips linger on hers. She sighs when he pulls back as her leans down to rest his forehead against hers.

“You won’t let me die Scully.” he strokes her cheek with thumb as she lets out a deep sob.

The phone rings his hand trails down her arm as she hops off the counter to answer it. The light of the morning dawn seeps through the blinds and the countdown til dusk begins.

12 hours later

They’ve been through the evidence over and over. He is still convinced that he will turn tonight, he’s made a trip to the army supply store. After the local sheriff refused his request to lock him up in a cell so they could document his transformation. Scully sits uneasily on his motel bed, the extra handcuffs, rope along with a video camera are set up. If he is going to spend his days howling in the night as a rugged animal he wants full documentation for science. Scully hasn’t said much since the confirmation of Rabies came back on the dog. She has tried to argue with him, let him know that the chances of his survival are dismal. She’s even requested another round of blood tests for him but the results won’t be ready until tomorrow at the earliest as they had to send them out to another lab. She wanted to take them herself, but Mulder wanted her to stay with him.

“Come on Scully, I’m dying you want to deny me my last wish of you documenting me changing into a werewolf?”

She of course scoffed at his request and post marked everything to send immediately. His symptoms wouldn’t manifest for a few days anyway and there was nothing she could do to save him. Rabies is preventable beforehand but not after. They had little option than to wait and make him comfortable as his body fought the disease. So now here she sat with a video camera and a half naked Mulder who was working on tying ropes together to secure him to a hotel bed post.

“Is it really necessary for you to be in just your boxers Mulder?”

“Ah Scully I thought I’d give you free looks before I’m gone that way when I haunt you in your dreams you will have accurate details.”

She can’t help but roll her eyes even though all she wants to really do is roll her hips against his. His kiss was sweet but short and now she is craving it, like he craves sunflower seeds.

“Ok Scully, I need you to help me tie my hands together with the cuffs at the top.”

“Mulder this is pointless if you shift into a werewolf clearly you wouldn’t have a thumb to make the cuffs even effective!”

Mulder looks at her with the same deadpanned look she gives him.

“Humor me, alright?” she throws her hands up and climbs on the bed next to him where he is outstretched his feet spread apart and his arms stretch out above.

“Mulder, it's hard to reach around…” she can’t reach the other part of the cuff. She turns and her face is inches from his. He leans up again and kisses her.

“Mu..”

His lips suck on hers and she opens her mouth to let his tongue slide in. She can’t help the moan that escapes as his hand still with half of a cuff on it pressed into her hair to keep her kissing him. As if she needed more reason. She knows this is a bad idea, knows that she shouldn’t get involved with her partner, but now he is scared like her and for some dumb reason they have chosen this path to numb the anxiety. He pulls away and her lips chase after his, he smiles wide and kisses her again as his fingers press down her side to her thin waist. His other hand grabs her hip and she gets the hint and straddles him leaning down to keep kissing him as her lips now linger on his stubble caressing his skin as he reaches up to cup her face.

“Oh.. umm sorry…” she stammers and starts to move her leg.

“I uh.. Can reach now.”

“I kissed you Scully, and I’d like to keep kissing you until the day I die.” his smile is smug.

She slaps him on the arm.

“It’s not funny Mulder! This whole thing is not funny!” he laughs.

“Mulder I’m serious you have no idea how this disease is going to affect you.”

“Scully I’m going to shift into a werewolf before any of that happens and you need to be ready to shoot me.”

“I’m not going to SHOOT YOU!” she practically sobs.

True to form though she locks the cuffs around his wrists to the board. She swallows hard.

“Kiss me” he says and she does, kisses him for all he’s worth and he shifts his hips up to bump her against him. She pulls back her lips red and swollen.

“You have to tie up my feet too.”

She shimmies her body down his to the rope he’s tied at the end. She secures the knots. Her father taught her all the nautical knots when she was a child. Mulder grins at her as the streetlights outside come on and the sun disappears beneath the earth. She sits in the chair the video camera pointed at Mulder, her loaded gun in her lap. An hour passes and Mulder is still there strapped onto the bed. He’s spent the last 20 minutes reciting all the facts he knows about werewolves to her. If he does change soon, she might end up suffocating him anyway.

“Mulder, please can we just sit here and not think about the horrible things you are convinced are going to happen?”

“Scully once I turn into a werewolf I won’t be able to communicate and I will attack you. Surely you want to memorize my voice too?”

“Why don’t we turn on the tv?” she suggests. “Maybe your werewolf self likes Star Trek.”

“I think the problem is you have to open the blinds.”

“Ah, so you can’t change unless you are in the moonlight?”

“Just you know open the blinds so the moon can get in.”

“Shouldn’t we try to not change you into a werewolf if it’s a possibility?”

“Scully this is for science.” She scoffs opens the curtains wide letting the darkened sky shiny onto his skin.

2 Hours Later

Scully is sitting in a chair looking at Mulder filing her nails.

“I think Fido is appropriate or Spock! That would be a great werewolf name.”

She turns to Mulder who squirms with the restraints he is unamused.

“The moonlight has been shining on you for almost 2 hours. Can you please just admit that this is ridiculous, Mulder?”

“Maybe I just really wanted you to tie me up Scully.” he mutters the hint of defeat evident in his voice.

“Maybe we should save the kinky stuff for a little later in our relationship.”

She comes to his right foot to untie him. Just then he flinches and starts to struggle. She jumps back as his body shakes and withers.

“Mulder!” she screams. Then she hears him laughing.

“I’m sorry Scully, I had too. I’m sorry.”

“I can leave you like this you know! Let the Rabies take your body and mind while you lay on this crappy bed.” he laughs some more.

“I really had you,” she goes to untie his foot

“you had nothing.” she mumbles.

She crawls towards the top straddling him and uncuff his hands.

“You are beautiful when you are angry you know.”

She stares down at him. “I must be breathtaking now then.”

She finishes uncuffing his hands sitting on his stomach painfully.

“Scully, I’m sorry, really.”

“You could die from that bite you understand that right?”

He pulls her into a hug. His lips find her pulse points. Softly kissing up to her ear.

“Scully I think I had a rabies shot not too long ago. Really”

''That’s not what your records say Mulder.”

“You yourself said I was missing several hospital records.”

He cups her face giving her soft kisses.

“I’m like 99% positive,”

“Well Mulder what do you want to do now? Since you aren’t a werewolf or dying.”

He grins as he trails kissing down her neck. His hands find the bottom of her top fingers trace lightly against her stomach. He lifts her shirt off, the moonlight shines against her pale skin and soft pink bra. He follows it’s path kissing every part of her he can. She moves her hands up and down his skin careful of his scratches. His mouth finds her again and he is consumed by her deep kisses. He moves so that she can lay beneath him as he pulls at her pants and panties. Her fingers hook his boxers and slide them down. As he moves his head between her legs. Just as she pulls his head up and they kiss again her fingers grasping his cock at her entrance they hear a howling in the moonlight.

#fictober19 #msr #xfiles #mulder and scully #xficexchange #myfic #s1 #smut #fluff

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lumiolivier · 8 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Hello Kitty

Word Count: 6139

Chapter No. 25/?

Notes: This chapter gets a little (and I do mean, a little) on the racy side. That’s all I’m going to say. Nothing too graphic. But for those of you familiar with Mystic Messenger, it feels like a very Jumin Han thing to do. Also, something I’d do...:3

Chapter Twenty-Four: Journals from Central

I really wish the diner on the outskirts of Lenexa wasn’t horrifying. That way, I could still avoid the café like the plague. Unfortunately, here we are. I looked in the window and made sure King Douchebag himself wasn’t in there. Lucky for me, the café was emptier than last year’s bird nest. I was a bit grumbly and I could use the caffeine boost that the Red Bull had failed to deliver me, so I made my first steps into the café as a civilian and waited for my boyfriend behind the counter to acknowledge me.

I was so proud of him, making use of the downtime. Julian was cleaning out one of the espresso machines while I stood there waiting patiently. I trained him well. Although, everything seemed to be the same. Even when I’m not here, this place is always in a rut. But a small part of me kind of missed it here. Sure, Griffin was an insufferable asshole, but I liked the people that came in here. It sucked not seeing some of them anymore.

Alright. This was getting ridiculous. Something tells me Julian wasn’t paying attention to the door and was off in his own little world right now. I understood, though. I’d daydream cleaning the espresso machines, too. However, I had a fic to work on and I didn’t have all day to twiddle my thumbs in here.

��Notice me, senpai…” I whispered.

“Oh, senpai has noticed already, baby,” I could hear a smile on his face. Julian came back to the counter, “What are you doing in here? I thought this place was dead to you.”

“It is,” I confirmed, “But there’s this really cute guy that works here. I can’t seem to quit him.”

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

“Who else would it be?” I rolled my eyes.

“You ok?” Julian glanced me over, “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine,” I brushed him off, “I thought about what you said this morning.”

“The parallel fic?” he figured.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “I finished the Mustang chapter and I did the Hawkeye chapter.”

“That’s my girl!” he praised, “How’d they turn out?”

“The Mustang chapter was easier to write,” I sighed out, “The Hawkeye chapter made me need to take a walk or I’d start crying.”

“Shit…” Julian understood, “That bad?”

“It’s a heavy chapter,” I warned him, “Are you sure you need it in your life that bad?”

“Positive,” he swore, “I have thick skin. I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?” I winced, “Because the Hawkeye chapter takes place right after Hughes’ funeral.”

“Mimi!” Julian whined, “Why’d you have to go and do that? It’s like when I read the L reader fic all over again!”

“You actually read through it?” I cocked my head.

“Yeah!” he squeaked, “And it crushed me! When you went out with Veronica and I was sitting in the diner, my waitress asked me if I was ok and if I needed a hug. I wasn’t and I did! But I didn’t tell her that.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” I bit my lip, “I don’t mean to rip your heart out. It just happens.”

“Mimi?” Kyle chirped from the back, “There you are!”

“Hi, Kyle,” I greeted him.

“Where have you been?” he drawled while Julian made my green tea for me, “I missed you! The other day, I thought I was actually on time.”

“I quit,” I told him, “Haven’t worked here since Tuesday.”

“I thought today was Tuesday…” Yep. Nothing’s changed.

“No,” I corrected, “You’re off a couple days, Kyle. Today’s Thursday.”

“Damn,” Kyle sighed, heading back into the kitchen, “But it’s good to have you back!”

“I’m not coming back,” I shot him down, “Only for tea and maybe a turnover.”

“Here,” Julian gave me a green tea and a cherry turnover, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you,” I awed, “I need to get back to work.”

“Me, too,” he did a quick glance around the café, sneaking a kiss from behind the counter, “I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Sure will,” I assured, grabbing my bag and my cup, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Lieutenant.”

And I went on my merry little way with my heart all full. It felt so weird being on the other side of that. Like tying someone’s tie for them. I started walking around the park to clear my head. Why not? It’s the quickest and best way of straightening things out upstairs. I could shit on Lenexa all I wanted to. It did have its redeeming qualities. Especially this park.

The city board was hard at work lighting this place up for Halloween. The Mystic Forest was cool as hell. The whole place looked dark and ominous and scary. But in a fucked up twisted sense, it was so beautiful. It’s how I pictured a rave in the woods outside of Phantomhive Manor to look if the young lord was into that sort of thing.

As beautiful as it may be, it wasn’t much to look at during the day. I started heading back toward Julian’s and got to work on the Free! fic. Which was just me staring at a blank computer screen for half an hour. I had nothing. Absolutely nothing. Haru wants to do a body swap with the mermaid, so he can have fins for legs. I got that. But how were they going to do it? Rin was way too protective of her. Maybe I should scrap it. With the trouble it’s giving me, I was highly tempted.

Maybe it’s just one of those projects that go in the ‘not today’ file. I didn’t want to fully scrap it. I loved the adorable concept! And I wanted to get Rin’s sister involved and her telling him not to be creepy and her freaking out because…well…there is a mermaid in his bathtub. And maybe some of the other swim club members. Even though the internet tries to get me to ship Haru and Makoto, I couldn’t. Don’t get me wrong. Makoto’s a cutie and I could just eat him up. But Rin and Haru? They’re too much of OTP material. They’re rivals. They make each other better swimmers. They’re the cutest thing and I wanted them to be together forever.

All of a sudden, I had a lightbulb moment. Just because I was having a little case of writer’s block didn’t mean I had to give up a creative outlet altogether. Julian still had some boxes packed. Maybe I could be the sweet girlfriend I am and finish for him. He was nice enough to let me crash here last night while I was in the state I was in yesterday. It was the least I could do. I wasn’t going through his stuff. I’m unpacking. There’s a difference. And now, I’m starting to sound like Veronica.

Granted, I had no clue where he wanted anything, but if he didn’t like where I put it, he can change it himself. For whatever reason, I started in the basement. I’ve never been down here. God only knows what happened in his basement. This could’ve been a sex torture dungeon and I’d be none the wiser. Julian didn’t strike me as the type to be into that sort of thing. His kink threshold was probably cosplaying. Aside from that, he’s probably not into pain or anything like that.

I turned the light on and started down the stairs. Sweet mother of God…I wasn’t expecting this down here. Not quite a sex torture dungeon, but just as much of a turn on. Julian’s basement looked like a fully functioning workshop. And it was all ridiculously organized. His workspace put mine to shame. Then again, I was restricted to making all of mine in my bedroom. I’ve been wondering where he did all his work. So many works in progress…I guess he really was getting a jump on con season. This was chill inducing!

Julian had so much down here. All of the armor was metal instead of Worbla and probably fully functional. All the leather was so well worn and aged. By the looks of it, some of these were still drying. I wanted to cry. This was like looking into the Grand Canyon or over Niagara Falls. And I wanted to live here. Julian’s basement looked like my wet dream

I’d be lying if I said this didn’t inspire me a little. The bolts and bolts of fabric so meticulously organized made me want to play. Unfortunately, Julian’s sewing machine was occupied by some bright red silk that I wanted to wrap myself in. I had visions of it hanging over Noiz after a night with Koujaku. He really was working on a new one, wasn’t he? I’m sure he knew what he was doing, but God, I hope he’s careful with this silk. I saw the price tag on one of his bolts. Silk didn’t come cheap.

I could finish it while he’s gone…but then he can’t say he did it. And robbing him of that would be a dick move. I didn’t know how he was going to do this. All I knew was how much I couldn’t wait to be the one to put Koujaku’s tattoos on his body. I could not wait. All those big, beautiful blossoms on his nicely defined back…I’m already swooning.

I wasn’t going to screw with anything down here. Julian had a system and I’m sure he’d bitch at me. And I’m not his maid. He can clean down here himself. Wait a second…What did you just say in your internal monologue, Mimi? That I’m not Julian’s maid. I am feeling rather inspired, but I doubt Julian had a maid costume somewhere around here. I might as well get a little practice if he and I are moving to southern California after local con season.

I went back home for a minute and dug through the cosplay side. I needed a black uniform dress, a little white apron, some fishnets, and my knee high black boots. Did I want to go black? Black is the tradition, but I had a light purple uniform dress, too. I’d be adorable. And with the purple dress, I’d have to have some sort of pastel hair, too. And my cat ears, too! How could I be a neko maid without the neko part?

Gloves…Did I want gloves? I kind of wanted gloves, but they’d get in the way. I had two hours before Julian came home and I wanted to do something nice for him. Hey! My light pink wig had pigtails to go with it! Pigtails, cat ears, and a light purple French maid uniform. Tail, too? Should I do a tail? No. The ears are enough.

I threw everything in a bag and went back to Julian’s. Time to have a borderline magical girl transformation. Only instead of becoming a badass with superpowers that’ll save the world one day and be late to class the next, I’ll just be an adorable cat maid. Because why not? After everything Julian’s done for me, it’s the least I can do. It’s too bad I don’t have a cosplay for one of Lucy Heartfilia’s celestial spirits. I’d make a killer Virgo.

Alright, Mimi. Let’s do this. I dropped my pink dress around my ankles and did a corset first. I’ve been eating my feelings lately. The corset was necessary. Besides, it made my dress fit a little better. When I pulled the laces on my corset, I tried not moaning, having my Black Butler flashbacks to the infamous corset scene. Julian’s neighbors didn’t need to think I’m weird. There’s a good chance I knew his neighbors anyway.

Regardless, I finished getting dressed and forgot how much of a pain in the ass my fishnets were. Or my boots! I mean, I did wear these Sunday for Misa, but still! That didn’t make them any less difficult to contend with! The things I did for you, Julian. I cosplay my least favorite character I have a cosplay for. I become a neko maid for your amusement, even though you don’t know about it yet. The things we do for love, I guess.

Now that I was completely dressed, I needed to get everything from the neck up cute, too. I hadn’t put makeup on in a few days. My skin won’t know how to act. Watch. I’ll end up all broke out because of this. I shouldn’t. This was the same stuff I used every other day. Just because it hasn’t seen my skin in a while doesn’t mean it’s going to act up. I can only hope.

I could tell I was out of practice with putting fake lashes on. That’s for sure. I could put them on other people, but I had a hard time putting them on myself. I drew a thickening black line on the top of my eyelid to cover the black band on my lashes, winging it out just enough to make me look like a cat, and took my white pencil, tracing the inner corners of my eyes.

I debated for a moment or two on what lip color to use. I was torn. A part of me wanted to go with a purple to match my dress, but I could’ve gone with a soft pink to go with my hair. That would match my natural lip tone a little more. Or I could’ve done neither and went with a super dark purple. I’m a bit hesitant about using dark lip colors. I had mixed emotions about it on other people, let alone me. Nate and I hadn’t experimented with that yet. Soft pink. I’ll do a soft pink. But a matte soft pink. I ran the brush over my lips and looked myself over one last time.

I looked like the most precious, pastel neko maid I’ve ever seen in my life. Something about the way I looked screamed a need for glitter. I brought a white, glittery, tulle skirt with me for such an occasion. I shimmied it up my legs, puffing out the bottom of my dress a little, and did a spin in front of the mirror. Mother of God, I’m adorable! Kawaii! I didn’t need any more glitter. The rest came from the sparkle in my eyes. I couldn’t get over myself! I needed pictures. Just a couple.

I’m not exactly the master of mirror pictures and personally, I thought they were dumb, but I managed to get some of me not holding my phone. It’s not like I had someone else here to take them, though. I’m sure once Julian comes home, he’d be more than happy to do some shots for me. He had a spot in the basement for it. I threw my wig on, clipped in my pigtails, and waited for him to come home to his newfound stray kitty.

As soon as I saw his headlights come up the driveway, I sat on his kitchen counter, dangling my feet over the edge. I knew he was about to shit a brick over me. How could he not? Hang on…I heard two car doors shut. Why did I hear two car doors shut? Julian went to work. Julian comes home. Why the fuck did I hear two car doors? Maybe I’m overreacting. Wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe he’s getting something out of the back seat. Everything was fine. I sprinted into the bedroom and noticed a text from Julian.

Hey, baby. Paul’s coming home with me. We’re talking Team Mustang shoot.

Shit! Not overreacting! Paul? Why did it have to be Paul? It could’ve been worse. At least it’s someone relatively in the community. Besides, I could actually have a professional doing my shots now. I thought about having Paul doing them earlier today. If I had his number, I would’ve called him. Blessing in disguise, I guess. I jumped back up on the kitchen counter and waited for them to come in.

“Mimi!” Julian yelled from the door, “I’m home! Tell me you didn’t trash the place.”

“Welcome home, Master,” I put on a little smirk.

“Oh, hello,” his face lit up. Got him, “Paul, cover your eyes.”

“Why?” Paul walked in, getting an eyeful of me, “Oh, that’s why. Hot damn!”

“Have I mentioned today how much I love you?” Julian picked me up off the counter, holding me in his arms.

“I think so,” I nuzzled my face in his neck.

“Why don’t you make me a drink?” he requested, “And while you’re at it, make one for you, too.”

“My pleasure, Master,” I kissed his cheek.

“That’s my good, little kitty,” Julian smiled, petting my head, “Dammit, Paul! I said look away!”

“I can’t help myself,” he continued to look me up and down, “You’re cute, Mimi.”

“Thank you!” I chirped, “I wanted to be cute for when my master came home!”

“Keep talking like that,” Julian grabbed me around my waist, “And you and I are going to have some problems.”

“What’s wrong, Master?” I put on the sparkly eyes, “Did I do something you didn’t want me to?”

“Oh, no, no, no, neko-chan,” he put his hand to my cheek, “You did something very right. That’s the problem.”

“I don’t understand…” I spoke softly.

Julian pulled me against his chest a little more aggressively than usual. Looks like I might have flipped a switch in him. He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine, “I’m doing everything in my power to not take you into my bedroom right now. If it were just you and me home, I wouldn’t be holding back. Unfortunately, we have company. Why else would I be wanting a drink?”

“Jack and Coke?” I assumed.

“That’s right.”

I hopped down from the counter and reached into the liquor cabinet. It’s not my fault that I’m small. That’s just bad genetics. Why did Julian have to have such high cabinets? Even though my boots gave me an extra couple inches, I’d still have to get a chair. I managed to get the bottle of Jack Daniels down from the shelf and threw some ice in a glass, “Paul? While I’m pouring?”

“Can’t,” he shot me down, “I have to drive back tonight and I’m sure I can’t crash here with you like that.”

“What do you mean?” Like I didn’t know.

“I’m assuming you and Julian are going to want some private time,” Paul figured, giving Julian an overexaggerated wink.

“I have to go home tonight, too,” I broke the news, “I’m sure my parents want me back.”

“Does that mean we don’t get to cuddle tonight?” Julian pouted.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I sat in his lap, giving him his drink.

“That’s alright, baby,” he went back to petting me, “There’s always tomorrow. Besides, you’ll be back at the ass crack of dawn, right?”

“If you want me to be,” I promised, “I’d be more than happy to.”

“That’s my girl,” Julian kissed my forehead, “I have a proposition for you.”

“What?” Paul wondered.

“Not you,” he clarified, poking my nose, “For you.”

“Oh?” I laid my head on Julian’s thigh, “And what does my master have for me?”

“Would you ever want to be featured on my site solo?” he offered.

“Solo?” I thought it over, “I don’t know…”

“They obviously love you, Mimi,” he pointed out, “We can always do a test shot.”

“Of what?”

“Well,” Julian smirked a bit, “You do look awfully adorable in my lap right now.”

“You can say whatever you want about me,” I allowed, “It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s the trolls on the internet.”

“Paul,” he ignored my remark, “This is about to sound really stupid, but do you have one of your cameras with you?”

“I don’t,” Paul cringed, “I know. I feel naked. But all my cameras are at home, dude. You don’t have one?”

“Yeah,” Julian groaned, “But I don’t really like using it. It’s kind of a piece of shit now.”

“What kind of camera?” Paul asked.

“Digital?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Paul rolled his eyes, “What brand?”

“It’s a Nikon, I think,” Julian slipped his finger under my wig cap and pulled on my real hair, scratching my head. As weird as it’s going to sound, I could get used to this. Being his neko-chan. He really was treating me like his pet. And in a twisted way, I was loving it.

“And you dare call it a piece of shit?” Paul scolded, “How dare you, sir?”

“It’s in the office,” he directed him, “I think it’s in the desk drawer.”

“Got it!” Paul jumped up from the couch and I buried my face in Julian’s belly.

“You know, Mimi,” Julian looked down at me, “I wasn’t expecting to find you like this when I came home. I thought you were working on fic all day.”

“I did for the most part,” I admitted, “Then writer’s block happened and I took a walk around town. I thought I’d come back here and finish unpacking, but…”

“But what?” he sounded nervous, “What did you do?”

“I went into the basement,” I told, “I saw the inner sanctum.”

“You saw the workshop,” he chuckled to himself, “What’d you think of my setup?”

“I have the biggest nerdy lady boner,” I blushed, “Your setup is incredible. Much better than what I got.”

“I’m sure if you had your own house,” Julian promised, “You’d have a much better setup than mine.”

“I’d have it all like a murphy bed,” I explained, “Everything would fold into the walls, so when people came over, they wouldn’t think I’m that weird otaku girl that spends her day reading manga and watching anime nonstop and has no job or social life.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” he stopped me, “Your figurines would be on the fireplace. Your guest bedroom would be a cosplay closet. You’d have your wall scrolls in the living room. Don’t give me that.”

“Depends on where I’m living, I guess,” I let out a heavy, depressed sigh, “I don’t know, Julian.”

“Excuse me?” he chided lightly, “What happened to calling me Master, my sweet, little kitty.”

“Forgive me,” I gave him what he wanted. A smile back on my face.

“Found it!” Paul came back into the living room with Julian’s camera in is hand, “Mimi? You ready?”

“Can I, Master?” I asked for permission.

“Of course, you can,” Julian kissed my cheek, “In fact, I have an idea for one.”

“Oh?” I wondered, “What is it?”

“It’d involve me putting on a three-piece suit, though,” he cringed, “Gross. I got into cosplay to keep myself out of shit like that. And it’d only be for background purposes. I’d have Paul do it, but the rest of it I’d rather be doing myself.”

“Would it be Master coming home from work?” I assumed, “Running his Fortune 500 empire?”

“Someone catches on quick,” Julian praised, “I’d say she’s earned a treat.”

“Is it yarn?” I beamed, “I really hope it’s yarn!”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” he ran his fingers down my spine, “It’s not yarn.”

“Aww…” I pouted. All of a sudden, my phone started going off, completely breaking me out of the sweet, innocent character, “Oh, goddammit! Who the fuck is calling me? I’m fucking busy!”

“Hang on,” Julian laughed his ass off for a minute, tossing me my phone, “It’s your mom.”

“Oh,” I slid my finger across my phone screen, “Hi, Mom. What’s up?”

“I thought you said you were coming straight home after work,” Mom whined, “Where are you?”

“I’m in Kansas City with Veronica,” I lied, “She needed some last-minute things for her homecoming outfit.”

“Ok,” she chirped, doing a complete one-eighty, “When will you be home?”

“I don’t know,” I looked at the clock. Six-thirty, “Nine?”

“It’ll take you that long?” I loved my mother. I really did. But she knew how to drone on when we’re on the phone, “Don’t you have anything she can borrow?”

“Probably not,” I cut her off, “I’ll be home in a few hours.”

“Fine,” she let me go, “See you soon, honey! I love you!”

“Love you, too,” I hung up and threw my phone on the table, getting back into character, “Now, where were we, Master?”

“I’m going to go get changed,” Julian got up, “Then we can do this shoot. That way, I’m still on my site and you’re not alone.”

“Ok!” I smiled, “I love it! You’re so smart, Master.”

“I try,” he disappeared into his bedroom, “Paul, I swear to God, if you touch her, I’m going to start severing fingers.”

“He would, too,” I confirmed, “The katanas aren’t for show. They’re real. They’re sharp. They’ll kill a man.”

“I wasn’t going to!” Paul defended, “I know to keep my hands to myself!”

“Not helping your cause!” Julian yelled.

“Not that kind of keeping my hands to myself!”

“Don’t worry about it, Paul,” I settled him, “I’m sure he knows better, too. Besides, if you try anything, neko-chan has claws, too.”

“Julian!” Paul called out.

“Yes, dear?” Julian answered.

“Marry her!” he demanded, “Hold onto this girl!”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation,” Julian came out in full Sebastian. How appropriate given Sebastian has a cat problem. The demon may loathe dogs more than anything, but cats? Cats are the very image of perfection, “I plan on holding onto this girl for a while. Marriage isn’t exactly in the cards for either one of us right now, but I’ll keep her.”

“Who else would do adorable cosplays with you?” I teased.

“Kitty’s got a mouth on her,” Julian pulled me into his lap, “Maybe we’ll have to do something about that.”

“I thought you liked my mouth, Master,” I kept my sharp tongue up.

“This could turn into some not safe for work real quick, Mimi,” he pulled on the bottom of the tulle, “Would Master have to get his kitty a shock collar? Or perhaps he’d rather go over my knee instead?

“No, Master,” I dropped my gaze, “I’ll be your good, little kitty. I promise.”

“Good girl,” he praised, “I do owe you a reward, don’t I?”

“Yes, Master!” I perked back up, “What is it?”

“Here,” Julian undid his blue silk tie and dangled it over my face, “it may not be yarn, but it’s the next best thing. And Paul, if you’re not getting any of this, I’m kicking the shit out of you personally.”

“I am,” he assured, snapping away while I absentmindedly swatted at Julian’s tie. Being a cat for a while wasn’t half bad. I was cuddled, petted, loved. I always thought the whole neko fetish was creepy and almost in the realm of bestiality. Technically, I was a humanized cat, so I guess that takes care of the bestiality loophole.

Julian and Paul had me all over the house. Scratching at the curtains. Playing in the empty boxes Julian had from moving. Sitting on the counter. Serving drinks. Just some standard neko poses. But my favorite? That came at the end of the shoot. I was already tuckered out, so I laid my head back in Julian’s lap, ready to fall asleep. All while he kept petting me and holding me, making sure I felt loved. But what else was new? That’s just the way we were.

“Mimi?” he nudged me, “Are you really sleeping on me, baby?”

“I’m tired,” I let out a big yawn and Paul caught it on camera, “Leave me alone.”

“Ok,” he sat me up, “Tell you what. I’m sure you don’t want to go stumbling into your house and have your parents see you like this. Go get changed and I’ll take you home.”

“Ok,” I sighed out, ready to fall asleep right then and there with my head on his chest. Wishing I could, “But I thought we were talking shop for Sunday.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Julian helped me onto my feet, “Some other time. In all honesty, our talking shop is Paul and me playing Final Fantasy.”

“Fine,” I let it go, “You two can be nerds. Think about me while you’re storming the castle and I’m tucked in bed.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” he grinned, “Hurry up. We want to get started.”

“Ok,” I went into Julian’s room and put my regular clothes on again, putting the neko maid away for the day. Then, a sudden realization hit me, “Julian?”

“Yeah, baby?’

“You can’t take me back,” I remembered, “Mom thinks I’m with Veronica.”

“Why did you tell her you were with Veronica?” he wondered.

“Who’s Veronica?” Paul asked.

“My best friend,” I explained, wiping my makeup off in the bathroom, “Remember? Not telling anyone until May? If I spend all my time with you, she’ll know something’s up.”

“I feel like your mistress,” Julian joked.

“You’re not my mistress,” I giggled, “You’re my boyfriend. My main. No mistress.”

“Does this mean I can’t tuck you in?” he pouted.

“I’m sorry,” I stood on my toes, stealing a kiss, “I’ll be over tomorrow morning. Promise.”

“Good,” Julian held me tight against his chest, “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” I assured, “But I’ll have Sebastian to keep me warm.”

“And I’ll have Miku,” he gave me one last kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I curled into him.

“And I’d love to get around to some Final Fantasy tonight,” Paul sped things along.

“See you in the morning,” Julian grabbed the door for me.

Just like that, I left his house and headed home. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to pass out on Julian’s couch while he and Paul played Final Fantasy four million and twelve. But alas, I walked into my house, fully prepared to go upstairs and clock out. However, I knew better. There was no way in hell that was happening.

“Mimi!” Mom squeezed me tight as soon as I walked in the door.

“Hi, Mom,” I winced, “Ow…”

“Sorry,” she let me go, “I got a little excited. We haven’t seen you in days!”

“I’m not the one that took the random trip to St. Louis,” I grumbled to myself.

“It had been a while since we went to the boats,” Mom defended, “We thought, why not? It gave you the house to yourself, didn’t it?”

“That it did,” I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back a smile. Binge watching Dramatical Murder with Julian all weekend? Yeah. I’m not complaining.

“So,” Mom joined Dad on the couch, “You know what we did. What did you do?”

“The usual?” Dad assumed, “Boys? Parties? Alcohol?”

“No,” I thought carefully about how to word this where I’m not technically lying, but avoiding certain truths to keep their blood pressure down, “I worked Saturday, hung out in Kansas City on Sunday, had to take care of Veronica on Monday, and Tuesday, I worked. Nothing too exciting.”

“What brought you to Kansas City then?” Mom asked, “Why couldn’t you have gotten whatever Veronica needed on Sunday?”

“I wasn’t with Veronica then,” I cleared up, “I was hanging out with Julian.”

“What’s going on with you two?” Dad jumped down my throat, “It’s like you’re constantly up his ass or he’s up yours.”

“There’s nothing going on,” I rolled my eyes, “And we’re not always around each other. I was just with Veronica.”

“But where were you last night?” Mom pointed out.

“Julian’s,” I knew what she was trying to get at, “Where I slept on his couch because we’re friends. Not together. We’re not going to be together. We were working on a script for a children’s play one of his friends is doing.”

“That’s so sweet,” she awed, “What’s it called?”

“Currently untitled,” I thought on my feet, “But we’ve been working hard on it.”

“What’s it about?” Dad wondered. Weird. He’s never taken an interest in my writing.

“It’s about a little boy learning magic,” I felt a warmth in my heart, “And how his teacher is a jerk, but his teacher’s daughter is his best friend. It’s a very heartwarming story.”

“Let us know when it’s done,” Mom insisted, “I’m sure that’d be adorable to see.”

“Sure,” I nodded, “If it’s alright with you, I’m going to bed. I’m really tired.”

“Long day at the café?” Dad asked.

“Yeah,” I cringed internally, “It’s been a long day and Veronica can be really exhausting when she’s indecisive. Good night.”

“Night, sweetie.”

I ran upstairs to my bedroom and shut my door. Shit. This had become more elaborate than I anticipated. Now, my parents want to see the fake children’s play that Julian and I are writing together. All I did was describe early Royai! My love life was none of their business. I didn’t have to share anything with anyone. Everything was fine. Just need to keep the bases covered.

“Hey,” Julian chimed on the other end of the phone, ��Miss me already? Need me to play Peter Gabriel at your window?”

“No,” I shook my head at him, “We might be in a bit of a quandary.”

“What kind of a quandary?” the game music stopped, “Is everything ok?”

“Hi, Mimi!” Paul chirped in the background.

“What’s up?” Julian ignored him.

“In order to get my mom off my back about staying with you,” I confessed, peeling my dress off, “I told her we were working on a project together. Right now, she and my dad were grilling me about said project. If she asks you, it’s a children’s play that one of your friends in Kansas City is doing and they asked us to do the script.”

“Ok,” he rolled with it, “I’m failing to see where we’re in the proverbial pickle here, Mimi. They know you’re with me. They know you’re doing a thing. They know you’ll be in Kansas City a lot. What’s the problem?”

“They want to see it,” I worried, “How do you figure we get out of that one, Mr. Answer for Everything?”

“That is a quandary,” Julian agreed, “We’ll find some little kids. Paul, you have pull at the theatre in Kansas City, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” Paul confirmed.

“Awesome,” I let out a sweet sigh of relief.

“What’s it about?” Julian asked.

“What I wrote this morning,” I filled him in, “The story of fetal Royai.”

“Aww…” he drawled, “Seeing that play out with little kids sounds adorable! But so we don’t have to go through the hassle of putting it on, we could say it got dropped.”

“I love you, Julian,” I threw myself on my bed, “You’re a godsend some days.”

“I’m a godsend every day,” he corrected me, “Now, go to sleep, Mimi. Don’t make me come over there.”

“You’d be way too willing for me to make you,” I teased.

“Very true,” he gave it to me, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I curled into Sebastian.

“See you in the morning.”

Click.

I emptied out my bag and put my neko maid back on the hanger. With a quick spray of Febreze, I hung it back in my closet with everyone else. I didn’t wear it very long, so I didn’t expect it to be too terribly bad. Not enough to warrant washing it. Still, not a bad practice to get into. However, I did have something in my bag I didn’t want to spray. Because it still felt comforting and smelled like man. In the bottom of my bag was a crumpled up gray t-shirt that I drowned in. I knew I’d sleep like shit since I’m out of whiskey and I’m sleeping alone, but this would make it a little easier.

I might not have Julian, but I had the next best thing. I just hope he doesn’t get pissed at me for stealing his t-shirt. Doubtful. I’m sure he’d let me have it and anything I needed to help me sleep that wasn’t booze. This way, I’d wake up well-rested. Regardless, I’d still want to go back to sleep as soon as I hit his bed again. Only eight hours away. That was all I had to wait.

Until then, I buried my face in my Sebastian pillow. He brought me back to Julian. Thank you, Sebastian. Maybe you’re not quite a demon, but an angel in disguise. Kind of like Julian. Even though the Black Butler angels are dicks. However, you brought me back to my beloved. My real beloved. I hoped to God that Miles won’t be back in town for the weekend. Not that it’d matter. I’m going to be in Kansas City with awesome nerds like me. Not like I needed Miles anymore anyway.

#Sorry for Being a Closet Otaku #nanowrimo 2016 #nanowrimo

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