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The weekend had ended, and Lucien woke up smelling Tommen on his pillows. He had to admit, it was a nice way to start his day and week. Waking up before his alarm clock, he got up slowly and turned off the alarm a minute or two before it went off. He grabbed a pair of underwear, and shuffled off to the bathroom to take a shower. Lucien washed himself with his usual lilac and vanilla shampoo, and conditioned lightly, having done so a lot since last week. Then, Lucien dried off, having his daily fight with the hair dryer, and slipped into his underwear.

He dressed slowly, dreading going to school, except for seeing Tommen and Thanatos today. Sliding his frilly black socks up to his thighs, and putting on pants, Lucien left for the bus stop. Lucien waited and waited, wondering embarrassedly if today was, in fact, a national holiday. He stood at the stop for a few more minutes, until the hot blush in his ears drove him back into his house.

He flipped on his computer, and looked at the date. It did not look terribly familiar as far as holidays went. He noticed the time, having only half noticed it earlier, and saw that he had left early. However, he had only a minute to get back to the bus stop. Sprinting, he made it just in time, and was greeted by Tommen.

â€Why the hurry?â€

â€I thought today was a holiday or something, ‘cause I was early. And then I was late….†Lucien mewled. Hearing that brought forth many jokes at Lucien’s expense, which he accepted good naturedly. After their morning interaction, Lucien zoned out until the ever-hateful chemistry class.

â€As you know, you will be having a test tomorrow over everything covered this past week. This includes our review of the Periodic Table of the Elements.†The teacher said evenly. â€Be sure to study hard. Though it would have helped to have done so all last week.â€

At that, Lucien felt a soft poke on his shoulder. â€Hey, Lucien?†Tommen asked pitifully.

â€You can come over tonight and study…†Lucien answered, defeated. â€I kind of knew this would happen, anyway.â€

â€Thanks. Sorry.â€

â€It’s okay. You’ll have to think of some way to make it up to me, though.†Lucien cooed as seductively as he dared in the middle of a classroom.

â€Whatever.†Tommen replied. That was the close of Lucien’s lucidity for the rest of the day. He was too excited that Tommen would be over again, and that he wanted Lucien’s help studying. It was a good day, even despite the normal trials of school life. Lucien could have had any number of reactions to Tommen’s coming over, but surprisingly, none of his obsessive urges to clean came up.

It took all of his willpower to keep calm as they got off at Lucien’s stop. He wanted to shout that his home was filthy, and the people he lived with were disgusting. He also wanted to say, though not quite so loudly, that the last thing he wanted to do with Tommen was study. He wanted â€" he did not even know what he wanted, really. He knew he wanted Tommen, and that was as far as he had really gotten. He stared off into space at the bus stop, Tommen waiting near him while Lucien worked everything out in his head.

â€Hey, are we going to stand here all afternoon, or, like… um?†Tommen said, letting his words die out

â€Oh, sorry. I was trying to remember if I lost something today. Yeah, we can go now.†Lucien lied hastily, stepping quickly ahead of Tommen. He wondered if the strange feeling he had in his back was Tommen’s gaze, or just merely a bit of nervous defense making his hair stick up. Either way, Lucien decided, he would not look back, and hope it was the former.

Tommen was, in fact, staring at Lucien’s butt. As already established, he quite enjoyed ogling them, Lucien’s especially. He did love that swishing tail and tight clothes. Lucien had actually inspired a wonderful fantasy girl. White, fluffy, ever so feminine. Toned and petite, mischievous and playful, she was perfect. There was no rule among lechers that said inappropriate thoughts had to be inspired only by the gender to which you were attracted. Besides, his fantasy was a girl.

It took a little less time than normal for Lucien to reach his front door, Tommen in tow. He unlocked the door with a key taped on the inside rim of a potted topiary tree.

â€So, now that I’ve seen that, I could come in any time and r â€" †Tommen started, with a hard pause in the middle of his word †â€" rob you, whenever I wanted.â€

â€You so wouldn’t r â€" rob me. You would r â€" rape me.†Lucien teased, raising his tail and arching his back and meowing so lasciviously.

â€I thought you said that whoever tried that would be faced with castration and death?â€

â€Oh, I could make an exception. I would show you my list of them, but it’s not updated with your name and current picture.â€

â€That’s taking things a bit far, I think…†Tommen replied weakly, setting his things down once they stepped in the front door.

â€Where’d you want to study? The kitchen will be relatively quiet until around nine tonight, and my room will be until I damn well please.â€

â€Um, where would it be easier to not study?â€

â€My room. Though it would be safer for your ‘offensive heterosexuality’ to not-study in the kitchen.†Lucien cooed, looking at Tommen with a sideways and all together too lustful glance. Tommen was near replying that he did not, in fact, understand what that comment was supposed to mean. When he understood, however, he squeaked, nervous and somewhat unhappy.

After setting up in the kitchen with their chemistry books and some other ‘essentials’, they began their pitiful attempts to study. It began as innocently as possible. Lucien asked what Tommen knew.

â€Um, I know all of the elements’ abbreviations… or symbols, er, I know them, just not the name they go by.â€

â€Arsenic.†Lucien said icily.

â€When I said all….†Tommen joked self-depreciatively.

â€So you don’t know any of this?†The slight shake of Tommen’s head was the only answer needed. â€Okay. Um, we’ll start with the basic-basic-basics. Molecules are made of atoms. Atoms are the smallest units of an element. An element is a substance which cannot be broken down into other substances by natural means â€" write this down â€" atoms are made up of protons, electrons and neutrons, which give the atom mass, and make it into, er, whatever it is.†Lucien said, ending out of breath and gasping comically.

â€That it for the basics?†He asked, and watched Lucien nod, staring a bit longer, perhaps, than he should have. â€Okay then, now what?â€

â€Now, we go over the periodic table until neither of us ever want to see two random letters together, ever again.†Lucien said, starting by giving Tommen a book, and calling out the names of elements. It only took two hours for him to get a bit of the hang of things.

After three hours, they had slowed down considerably. There was less studying being done, and far more frolic. Tommen had grabbed a drink, and had made popcorn, for some reason Lucien could not fathom, having never been a big fan. He remembered starting this study session with both of them on opposite sides of the table. Tommen was far closer now, having had to look at Lucien’s illustration of something. Lucien could not say that it was awkward, but he was surprised at Tommen’s comfort, considering his proximity to Lucien. It made him think of something.

â€Where are you going?†Tommen asked suspiciously, eyeing Lucien with more than skepticism at his departure.

â€Slip into something more comfortable.†Lucien teased, walking away with his tail raised high. He returned with a marshmallow, leaving Tommen utterly confused.

â€You’re going to wear a marshmallow?â€

â€If you’d like me to, I’m sure I could dig up some Marshmallow Fluff, and we could have some fun with that?†Lucien teased again, loving the bewildered look in Tommen’s eyes. Right now, Lucien thought, I could so kiss him, and I doubt he would even realize it.

Tommen, lost in his own head, and occupied by the thought that he did not like marshmallows, watched as his fantasy girl paraded around, her naughty bits covered by sugary white goo. â€Er, no thanks. I’m okay. You haven’t told me what that’s for, though.â€

â€You will just have to find out, if you’re that interested.†Lucien meowed cutely, watching Tommen for any sign of interest in anything besides the damned marshmallow. It took a long, awkward silence for Lucien to rethink his idea of bringing the confection to the table.

â€So, do you think we should study some more? I think I could do okay, but if you need to beat some more sense into me, I could swing that.†Tommen said, watching Lucien closely for any movement.

â€Well, whatever you want. We’ve got the house to ourselves, so we can, literally, do whatever you want.†Lucien purred.

â€I think I need to go over the chemical bonds again. There’s covalent, metallic, and ionic, right?†Tommen asked, changing the subject quickly.

â€Yes. Now describe each.â€

â€Bastard.†Tommen began, â€covalent have no electronegativity, metallic bonds kind of do whatever they want and throw particles everywhere. And ionic has a lot of electronegativity. Right?â€

â€Right enough for school. Then you get to play with polar covalent bonds, coordinate covalent bonds, bent bonds, aromatic bonds, and all kinds of stuff.†Lucien teased.

â€I don’t think I’m going to be a chemist…†Tommen replied defeated.

â€Oh fine.†Lucien mewed, leaning close, staring uncomfortably at Tommen. They sat as they were for a few moments until Lucien decided he was being completely inappropriate. He looked away blushing, hoping Tommen was not put off by his lingering gaze.

â€Kitty can’t blink?†Tommen teased. Leaning close and mimicking Lucien.

â€Maybe not. Does that bother you?†Lucien purred. Watching Tommen intently.

â€What if it does?†Tommen shot back, watching Lucien just as closely.

â€I… I dunno. What if it does?†Lucien echoed, squeaking bashfully, suddenly acutely aware of Tommen’s proximity. He folded his hands in his lap meekly, and looked away, too hopeful for words.

Tommen’s hands were resting on his thighs, though he slowly inched one forward until his fingertips were touching Lucien’s knee. His thoughts, racing a million miles an hour, told him that maybe he should try the ever so clichéd scenario involving â€studying†with a cute, smart girl, only to end up making out with her. He had to stop and think for a long time to remember that the cute girl he was thinking about kissing was not, in fact, a girl.

Though Lucien was not a girl, Tommen wondered if he should just go ahead and do it anyway. Really, Tommen thought, I probably could forget he was male. He does not even usually sound like a boy. He looked Lucien over for a moment. He was… cute. His long hair was falling over both of his shoulders, covering either side of his chest, and his tight shirt was showing off all of the muscle that should have looked a lot more like muscle and a lot less like a cute hourglass figure.

His hands twitched as he made note of the softness of the faded denim Lucien was wearing. By the time his mind had run through that process, he went blank. Every drop of higher thought left him. The only thing that made him was fear and interest, and maybe the barest hint of desire eating away at the back of his mind. He swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at Lucien. He leaned in, trailing his hand along as he boldly pressed forward.

Lucien looked back at Tommen, and gasped somewhere in his mind. He wanted to lean forward just as much as he wanted, for some unfathomable reason, to look away. He closed his eyes, in hopes of making a quick decision. It was Tommen â€" Tommen â€" his mind shouted. The boy you have been thinking about, and pining over for a week, and he wants to kiss you, and his hand is somewhere above your knee, and you are panicking? Every single neuron was firing lust and desire and he wanted Tommen to kiss him and, to be honest, a lot more than just kiss him.

Lucien was resting all the way back against the chair, with a quite handsome looking Tommen leaning in close and making obvious his intentions. Lucien panicked. The closer Tommen got, the more terrified he became. This was not why he was here. These were false pretenses. This was ridiculous! He meowed quietly, hurt by his mind, and resigned himself.

As Tommen leaned the last inch, he felt something. He felt something, and it made him open his eyes and look around. This was not what a boy’s lips were supposed to feel like, Tommen thought, confused. Mostly because whatever it was that he was touching, was halfway in his mouth. He touched it gingerly, and thought to himself, ah, that is what the marshmallow was for.

He chewed the confection quickly, disliking the taste, and thought things over. Why did he not kiss me? The first thought that popped into his mind, and also the most urgent. I thought he liked me. All of that flirting, and all of that… whatever one should call it… I thought he liked me! His mind shouted. I like him, he resigned, what is it about me that he dislikes? I â€" I â€" forget it.

Tommen looked up slowly, quite obviously contrite, he was still chewing, thinking he had either had the world’s largest sugary treat stuffed in his mouth, or that he had thought faster than he ever had before.

â€Finish that, and think about it.†Lucien mewed bashfully. â€If you still want to do what you were thinking of doing, I’d be more than happy to oblige you.†He continued. â€I just don’t want you to do something potentially stupid, and not ever talk to me again because of your embarrassment.†The look on Lucien’s face was an unreadable mask. There was contrition and joy and fear and every emotion that could be displayed swirling about in his eyes. It made Tommen horribly uncomfortable.

â€I â€" er,†Tommen started, not sure if he should acknowledge what he had almost just done. â€Yeah… I…â€

â€You don’t have to say anything,†Lucien said, blushing. Lucien’s display of real emotion made Tommen let out a mental sigh of relief. The cute look also made his face hot.

â€Do you think I’ll do well on tomorrow’s test?†Tommen asked, trying to change the subject, and trying to stop the feeling that he was falling sideways into Lucien’s body.

â€Yeah. You should. Just… don’t hurry and you’ll be okay.†Lucien said, suddenly very aware that Tommen was not kissing him, and suddenly very aware that it was his own fault. â€You wanna hang around here for a little while, or study more, or, whatever…?†Lucien asked, ever so hopeful that his ‘whatever’ would be interpreted as ‘or make out, or have sex, or hold hands, or â€" well, anything romantic!’ It was not.

â€Sure, I can stick around. I don’t think anybody expects me home ‘til late anyway. Wanna head up to your room and watch television or something?â€

Only if I am face down in the pillows, with you laying on top of me, panting, Lucien thought achingly. â€Eh, yeah. That’s fine. Whatever you want to do.†Lucien mewed, blushing low on his cheeks at the wonderful thought of Tommen fucking his brains out. Tommen got up, and followed Lucien up the stairs to his room, where things were more awkward than in the kitchen. Lucien was looking anywhere but at Tommen, and Tommen was looking anywhere but at Lucien. Their eyes caught once or twice, and they both turned, blushing furiously.

Lucien reclined on his bed, gaining the courage to watch Tommen with suspicious, desirous eyes. Tommen sat down near Lucien’s feet, staring at the ceiling, forgetting the reason they were in Lucien’s room. He thought it had something to do with the television that was not turned on, but he could not have been sure. Lucien being so awkwardly positioned in relation to his eyes made staring at him impossible, but he had the distinct urge to make sure there was nothing important happening that he was missing.

Tommen turned and spoke quietly, â€Hey, I just noticed the time…†he said, â€I’ve really got to go, like now. Thanks for helping me study, and I’ll see you tomorrow.†Tommen tried to force out, while keeping in all of his lovey thoughts, of which he was still very unsure. There was too much to think about, and not enough time to do so, so he decided to remove himself from the situation.

â€Oh, okay.†Lucien said in that cute voice he sometimes dropped into. â€I’ll see you later, Tommen.†Saying that shook Tommen out of his thoughts enough to get up, grab his things, and leave.

As he started home in the dying light of dusk, he thought hard about everything he could. Mostly about how his heart leapt into his throat when Lucien said his name in that cute, high pitched… girly voice. There was definitely something there, Tommen thought, at least in Lucien. Sometimes it was so obvious how he felt. His flirts were more pleads for affection than play, and his come ons were sometimes so strong Tommen could have felt their effects from a hundred paces. He was sure about Lucien’s feelings, but that was not really what he was trying to puzzle through. He wanted to rationalize why he tried to kiss a boy.

His first argument was Lucien’s femininity. It was unfair to say that he was kissing a boy. It is not as if he would kiss any random boy he met. Lucien was… different, as if it needed to be said. He barely counted as a male, and, Tommen thought, the lipstick he found, and Lucien’s reaction to his finding it, should have been evidence enough that Lucien would never deny his femininity, and probably never fully embrace his masculinity. So, Tommen thought defensively, if I kiss Lucien, I am only technically kissing a boy. Like, like, if he acts and looks like a girl, what, really, is the difference? It seemed ridiculous immediately after he thought it.

He was home before he knew it, and opened his door, immediately heading for his room. This was hard to figure out. He was definitely not gay. That was known. He was always flustered and nervous and misspeaking around Lucien. Also known. He wanted to kiss Lucien, for some reason, while he was at Lucien’s house. That was unknown. Why did he want to do it? Lucien was attractive, Tommen could admit, and he was funny and smart and nice to him, he could not deny. But that should not be any reason to ‘fall for’ Lucien.

Lucien did not really get a chance to think things over until Tommen had left. He did not let him kiss him. This was impossible. He demanded god â€" the god he himself had created â€" let him do this night over. Let him let Tommen kiss him, and touch him, and do anything to him. Lucien decided he would need help with this one, so he tried calling Thanatos. He hoped that his ear would not fall off from Thanatos’s laughter, but he was prepared for that, just in case.

On the fifth ring, Thanatos answered his phone casually. â€Hey, kitty. What’s up? Did you fuck Tommen yet?â€

â€Er, that’s what I called about….†Lucien squeak-mewled.

â€Oh?†Thanatos cooed.

â€Yeah. Um, Tommen tried to kiss me tonight…â€

â€Was he any good?†Thanatos asked scandalously, the picture of interested.

â€Well, the thing is…†Lucien began shakily, â€for some reason, I stopped him… and I want to know the best way to show up on your not-boyfriend’s doorstep and ask for make outs….â€

â€You stopped him? Like, how? As for the make outs, I don’t think there is a good way to ask for gay kissing with your straight boyfriend.â€

â€Emergency marshmallow.†Lucien mewed, embarrassed.

â€Ah, not the worst way, then. How did he react afterward?â€

â€Ngh, changed the subject. I told him to think things over, and if he still wanted to kiss me, I would be happy to let him, when he finished his marshmallow.â€

â€He’ll probably just try again next time, then. Maybe he’s showing you that he is thinking things over.†Thanatos said in an erudite tone. â€If not, you know that if he doesn’t kiss you, he’s certainly not going to complain if you crawl on top of him like a good girl and make out with him.â€

â€I guess. You really think he isn’t scared away forever, now?†Lucien asked hopefully.

â€The only thing you can scare away forever is a religious person.†Thanatos giggled.

â€Th â€" thanks. I’m going to go now. I’ll see you at school, if Tommen is still freaked out tomorrow. If not, I dunno. I’ll call you and we can do stuff.†Lucien said, looking at the clock and noticing the time.

â€Okay, Lucien. We really do need to do more stuff together. Been two weeks since we have.†Thanatos chided jokingly.

â€Right, right. Sorry.†Lucien mewed happily, â€I’ve just been distracted.â€

â€Oh yeah, staring at ‘coon crotch.â€

â€Yes. Very intensely staring at ‘coon crotch.†Lucien agreed. â€Anyway, I’m off now. Tired and mad at myself.â€

â€Right. Night, Lucien.â€

â€Night, Thanatos.â€

After their short conversation, Lucien rested on his bed, sloughing off clothes quickly, before sliding under the covers lazily. He wanted Tommen here with him again to cuddle up against. He wanted to wake up in his arms. And, Lucien realized, that is the most concrete I have been with things since I met Tommen. A real desire. He squealed cutely into his pillow, thinking himself very fortunate to have worked through his doubts. Maybe he could get over his thing for girls, if Tommen would be there all the time, kissing him and â€" oh, doing anything and everything to him.

Tommen crooned quietly, touching the beautiful, white-furred girl’s chest. The weight straddling his lap, and the warmth resting against him was exquisite. She giggled, and shifted, the pressure of her straddling thighs feeling like a child ghost brushing past. Things quickly became less romantic. The white-furred dream girl giggling in Tommen’s ear and rubbing against him rapidly became the white-furred dream girl squeaking and mewling underneath him.

This image in his mind, Tommen enjoyed himself quite a lot, doing to himself everything he dictated was happening in his mind. Finally, as he sighed, the only indication of his ecstasy beyond his physical arousal, Tommen dismissed his fantastic copulation. He cleaned up his mess lazily, washed his hands of himself, and headed to bead. He did not realize until he was about to fall asleep, that his dream girl had grown a penis.