Groaning Uto leaned against his desk and took in a deep breath, looking over the writing he had done. 'Sheldine groaned softly as he pressed his lips against his. Tongue, mouth, heart, all smothering together into one. A deep yearning came from his groin and he pressed harder against him, wanting...needing more from him...' It wasn't enough. He needed more. He groaned, brushing his hair back from his head. Walking out of his large room, he saw his teddy bear, Neoko, sitting on the couch along with three other ones. Patting each of their furry heads he nodded as he wrote a note, and stuck a key with tape on it to the door of the large house. "Come in. I'm sleeping. I'll be up shortly. Look over your writings and then tell me the problem when I wake." He put it to the door and then turned and walked into his room. Groaning softly he slumped down onto his bed, where he fell into a light sleep. He hadn't been getting enough sleep as it was, and the cigarettes that he had been smoking hadn't done anything for his mood either. They just made him jumpy, even jumpier than normal, though he hadn’t thought that was possible. This was what he really needed, probably, to just relax.
Mikal gulped as he stood in front of the huge house. He wasn't sure quite how it had been arranged that they would meet here, but it had. Coming closer, his bag slung over his shoulder, he leaned over to read the note. Today he was wearing a long-sleeved light purple shirt to hide the bandages, and dark purple pants that faded into light purple at the bottom. He unlocked the door and slid inside, shutting and locking the door behind him before he placed the key and note on the table. He slipped his shoes off so that he was in bare feet and he slipped across to the couch, sitting at the opposite end from the teddy bears and pulling his notebook out of his bag. He knew from his brother that Uto was an author and that had made Mikal even more nervous. That was what he wanted to go to college for, even though he struggled so much with literature. That was why Mikal was instead going to college to be a history teacher. History came easily to him, though he wasn't passionate about it like he was writing. Just because he didn't know all the terms didn't mean Mikal didn't know how to write. He spread his short stories out. There was one about wolves, and one about a gypsy clan. Then he pulled out the piece he normally kept hidden. It was sort of like a journal in some ways. It was the story of the accident, as much as he could remember.
The house as nicely decorated: spacious, furnished, with soft hues of colors. The three teddy bears starred at him, one with a large bow on its head with a sweater-vest on, it almost looked like it was a normal person. Next to the table was an assortment of books: 'A rough kind of love', 'You, me, and paradise', 'There are many ways to get to the moon' among many others. All had naughty covers on them. One had a picture of what looked like Uto and Taskito, embracing, Uto's lips just inches away from Taskito's. That one was called, 'Paradise has a name. You and Me.'
Meanwhile, Uto stayed, sleeping in his room, yawning softly as he tossed and turned. Finally, a good sleep. He hadn't even heard Mikal come in. His eyes stayed closed, a lazy smile on his lips. If anyone disrupted his sleep he'd kill them.
Mikal had read through all his stories and had put them aside. He was sitting staring at a blank piece of paper, tying to think of an idea for a historical fiction piece. It was when he was staring blankly around the room that his eyes cause on the books. He stood, frowning, and then he walked closer. Then he grabbed the book with Uto and Taskito on it, furious. His eyes scanned the room and then he stormed into the hallway. He sniffed once, and followed the scent of Uto to his bedroom. Throwing open the door with a loud bang, he yelled, "What is the meaning of this?" He held the up the book, picture showing, his tail slightly bristled and his ears twitching as he stood over Uto's bed, tail lashing angrily.
Uto's tail was wrapped around himself. At the sound of the door opening his ears laid back on his head, his tailed bushed. Growling softly he opened his eyes and sat up. Inside his room was an assortment of toys and knickknacks. He slowly turned towards Mikal and then stood, not saying a word to him. Stay calm, stay calm, he told himself, over and over again, and then he ran his hands down his tail, trying to relax it.
Mikal glared at him, furious that Uto would use his brother as a likeness for one of his romance novels. He hadn't even realized that was what Uto wrote. "Well, I'm waiting. Why are you and my brother posed like this on the front of a ...disreputable book such as this?" He knew he probably shouldn't criticize Uto’s work, but he was so mad he couldn't stop himself.
Slowly, he walked to him, standing in front of him. Mikal didn't understand. He didn't understand at all. Uto was a very...grumpy person when he wakes up and no one should mess with him. Especially when he has a good sleep like that! "Didn't you read the note?" he whispered softly, his voice deadly, "What do you want? It is just a book." It was a book; that much was true. So what if the book had sex scenes in it. No big deal, right?
Mikal was shaking. Part of it was from anger; another part was from a newly budding fear. He stepped back once, but refused to give up. "A book that you based off of real people. You aren't supposed to do that, especially not a book like this, not when it isn't true!" His eyes widened and he took another step back. "Do you...like him?" he hissed.
He looked at him and then grabbed him, growling softly, staring at him. "Listen." He said, "I can do whatever I want. And don't say that my books are disreputable because they are not." He said and then grabbed his other hand on his arm and then threw him on the bed. "You want me to take your picture?" He said, growling furiously. "Since, of course, I can not take your brothers, correct?"
Mikal's heart was pounding. He winced as he hit the bed on his bad left shoulder. He stared up at Uto, wide-eyed and his breathing increased slightly. "Take...mine...?" he wondered what Uto was talking about and he tried to calm himself down. "Listen Uto, maybe I went overboard...I just get protective about my brother, but still…" His brother had a girlfriend, or so Mikal thought. He looked up at Uto again, his eyes narrowing. "Does he know you're using him in your books?
He growled softly, holding Mikal’s hands above his head as he did so, leaning against him, "Yes, of course." He said, looking down at him, his eyes still cloudy from sleep. "And, does it matter? It's all fiction." He pressed against him, his body harder, longer, and larger then Mikal’s smaller one.
By now Mikal swore his heartbeat was loud and wild enough for Uto to hear easily with his cat ears. His eyes were getting a little wild too and his breathing was definitely rapid, he assumed from the panicky fear coursing through his veins. He swallowed as he felt Uto pressing down on him. He squirmed slightly, but the pressure this caused on his captive wrists hurt his scarred one through the bandages. He winced. "Okay, Okay, I guess you're right, I'm sorry, now let me go?"
