eternitycoder | [musebox post]

[is all over this you have no idea.]

[He has been craving some pussy so much after all. Let's give him some!]

[Oh I bet Russell has been craving some sort of pussy. Maybe he didn't exactly have this sort in mind, but...]

[Well, there it is. Or, more accurately, there's what appears to be a stray person behind the bar of the Toybox. He's curled up, probably asleep in his dirty jeans and hoodie, tucked very tightly in the shadows. As though he was hiding and just fell asleep.]

[It's a very Loki sort of thing you have to admit.]

[Russell isn't really sure why he's the one taking the trash out, but it was starting to stink and no one else is around to do it. He spots the (assumed) crazy hobo and frowns, sighing as he nudges the sleeping figure with a foot.]

Hey. Unless you want some glass bottles dumped on your ass you better find somewhere else to nap.

[Artemis was sleeping just fine until someone started prodding at him. With their foot no less. He's up on his hands and turning around almost in a second, and reflexively hissing at--]

Russell... [At least he's able to quash the feeling of rubbing his forehead against Russell's knee to show he didn't mean it. He was just startled...]

[He looks up at Russell, then around at the alley where it seems he spent the night. It was tiring, hiding from people.] Can I come inside? I wasn't able to break in this morning.

[Well that was a new one. He hadn't expected the dirty hobo to be Artemis, and he certainly hadn't expected him to start hissing at him. The young man had a room, and plenty of people he could call, including Russell, so why was he sleeping in an alley? Russell would have to find out.]

[He nods his assent, reaching out to pull Artemis closer with an arm around his waist]

Sure, you can come in. And then you can tell me why you were sleepin' in the alley instead of callin' me like a normal person.

[What had happened? He's curious, and though he won't admit it, a little worried. He couldn't imagine that this meant anything good.]

I left my phone at home. [He blushes, looking embarrassed. He had just wanted to go for a walk. A short one. And then once he was out he had been certain everyone was looking at him and could tell he had certain tendencies under his hood. Which led to him trying to get into the Toybox as a safe haven, and instead he was trapped whilst people walked the strip.]

I'll show you why I was sleeping in an alley... once we're in private.

Well I guess you won't do that again. [Russell chuckles, leading Artemis to the back door and unlocking it so they could both head inside]

[The club is the quietest it ever is as Russell turns on the house lights, looking at Artemis and trying to figure out what the young man wants to show him.]

So can you show me what's wrong out here, or do we need to go back in my office?

[Artemis looks around nervously. If the club were open, if there was anyone else around, then he would certainly want to go to Russell's office. But seeing as it seemed they were alone...]

[The young man looks down at the ground, humiliated, and pulls back his hood. Two cat ears flick out from under the hood, and a black tail slides out from being up against Artemis' back (rather painfully, at that). Artemis fidgets for a moment, ears turning this way and that to better pick up any sound.]

I found them when I woke up yesterday morning.

[Russell blinks when he sees the ears, at first thinking they're just really good fakes. But then they twitch. And then the tail comes out from under his sweater and starts flicking back and forth. And now he can see why Artemis was hiding. Especially in this city.]

[He reaches out and softly touches the ear, almost petting him like he would an actual cat]

Huh. So I guess you've been stayin' inside and away from someone that might want to keep you as a pet, huh?

[Not that Russell wasn't getting the same idea...]

Y-yes, that was the idea... [He blushes more--Artemis' ears are sensitive when they're human ears. Now? It's just worse. The ear flicks under Russell's hand nervously.] At least, non-consentually. I suppose it would be flattering if someone asked, but I doubt the people who walk about at night are keen on asking.

Oh is that so? [Well since Arty doesn't seem to mind too much, Russell is just going to keep petting his ear and right behind it, running his fingers through the soft hair]

[He leans down and kisses the ear in question before whispering]

So does that mean that if I ask really nicely and pet you that you might come home with me?

[Oh that feels nice... Artemis feels a little dirty for doing so, but he can't help it: he starts purring low in his throat. He's not in heat, though! And he just slept in an alley for god's sake, he shouldn't be this happy about having his ears petted!]

I'm hungry and I want a bath. [He flattens his ear so Russell can't get at it for a little bit. It just wasn't fair: now his weakness was right there on top of his head.]

[Russell has never been a big fan of cats, but he thinks he can get used to this. So he'll keep scratching the ear and he nods.]

Well, we can't have that, can we? Come on then, I guess I should take this poor dirty kitten home.

[He has someone he can call to keep an eye on the club while he deals with this. Besides, he needs a day off. And it would be a good way to spend his time, getting to know his new pet right?]

[Artemis is a little nervous about what's going to happen once Russell gets him behind a closed door. He's mostly certain that Russell wouldn't chain him to the bedpost and just leave him there as a convenient pet. Russell is probably just being Russell: lascivious and aggressively so.]

I'm not entirely a cat. [Though if Russell didn't feed him soon, Arty was definitely going to start whining.]

[Well, Russell isn't quite that much of a bastard, so there will be no tying to the bed unless Artemis actually wants him to. Which he's pretty sure isn't going to happen.]

[He chuckles, flipping his phone out to make a couple of quick texts.]

I noticed that. Looks like it's just the ears and tail. [And possibly a couple of traits, because he's pretty sure that the Arty he remembers wouldn't sleep in an alley, especially not by accident]

Exactly. [He frowns, arms crossed, tail lashing agitatedly. He doesn't want to talk about his desire to chase small animals or bring back things he's killed to his master du jour. Artemis watches Russell text for a moment, but then he has to look over his shoulder.]

What are you doing?

So, no desire for fish and a bowl of cream? You don't want to go chase tasseled things or roll around on some catnip?

[He looks over at Artemis and reaches up to pet the back of his neck and run his fingers through that lovely, dark hair.]

Just making sure someone will keep an eye on the Toybox while I'm busy. Can't just run out to play without making sure things are taken care of.

No. [Artemis says this, clearly annoyed, though he does want some Alaskan salmon. Good Alaskan salmon, nothing cheap. The tassels and catnip he can leave.]

[He crosses his arms, looking ticked, at least until Russell starts petting his neck. That's certainly lovely...]

Well they should hurry. I'm tired from sleeping on the ground all night.

[Russell just chuckles, still petting since Arty seems to enjoy it.] Alright, alright, I get it.

[A quick message or two and the phone is tucked into a pocket and he's ushering Artemis to the door]

They'll be on their way before it opens for the night. Let's get you somewhere nice and warm and comfy, hm? [And where he could see what sort of games he could play with his new pet]

I'm for that, at least. [Even if Russell was taking him home to do god knew what, it would be warm and softer than the alley. He would make himself at home in Russell's room whether Russell wanted him to or not.]

[He followed Russell out of the Toybox and to Russell's room.]

Good. I have to say, you're better than a real cat at least. You aren't gonna get fur all over my suit. [Considering how much Russell likes to wear black suits, this is a very real concern.]

[He keeps up a steady petting, mostly over Arty's ears and the back of his neck as they make their way to the elevators, just liking having the young man tucked up against his side like this. It was rather nice.]

I would be a black cat, though. The fur wouldn't show on your suit... [He sounds a little petulant, but he's actively pushing into the hand petting and... purring softly.]

Fur always shows. [He can't help but smirk when he feels the purring, ushering him into the elevator and pushing the button for his suite]

And I think you'd be one of those tuxedo cats. Yanno, with the white bellies and paws. Little bit of white on the throat. [As if to demonstrate he kissed the hollow of the young man's throat with a little smile]

I would not. [He blushes, despite tilting his head up for Russell to land his kiss.] Solid black is much sleeker, more handsome...

If you say so. Not like the cat gets to choose the color of his fur.

[And since he's not protesting, Russell is going to keep kissing, all the way up his throat, past where his ears used to be and placing one on the shell of that much larger one. The furry texture is a little odd, but Russell can get used to just about anything. He chuckles and whispers in his ear]

And you say that like you wouldn't be sleek and handsome in any color.

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