|B L A D E|

Blade furrowed his brows, staring at the sight before him. A few awkward days had passed since the tent problem, and it seemed Blade was right. Theseus was about to go in heat. It was easy to tell as he had come down with a fever and could not tame his raging boner, no matter what he did.

While Blade found it all highly amusing, he also found it slightly worrisome. Theseus had resorted to dry humping the sleeping bag, whimpering and sweating like a pig.

     Blade realized that even though this seemed bad, he was only on the edge of his heat. Theseus hadn't gotten to the point where he was just laying there, shaking in need. He wasn't getting drunk off just the simple touch of another being and almost dying if he didn't breed. Blade knew because this wasn't the first time he had witnessed someone go in heat.

     Since Theseus continued to thrust into the sleeping bag, moaning and groaning, the smell of arousal thick in the air, Blade decided it best if he got something ready for them to eat. Theseus looked like he would need it. He was sweating out all the fat the skinny little werecat had, which wasn't much.

Blade turned, rifling through his travel bag. He pulled out a can of peaches, licking his lips. Peaches were delicious...

Using his thumb and index finger, he opened the can and the fruity smell wafted throughout their small camp. Blade brought it to his lips, slurping some of the juice. The sugary sweet substance had him drooling for more. What could he say? His mom was a fruit bat.

He stopped himself before he downed the entire can and came back to Theseus. He chuckled slightly as he saw Theseus moaning into a pillow, jerking himself off frantically. The scene was incredibly lewd and Blade had to inconspicuously readjust his pants.

    "Kit mici, it is time for you too eat." Blade said, his voice husky.

    Theseus looked up at the bulky werebat, his eyes glazed over with lust. He was breathing heavily and his skin glistened. Blade swallowed uneasily. He knew Theseus was releasing mating pheromones, trying to find a mate, but Blade ignored it the best he could.

Werecats mated different then werewolves. Werecats, unless mated to a werewolf, didn't have a certain mate that was predetermined.Their mate was whoever they first bred with. That was part of the reason why Blade wanted nothing to do with Theseus. He didn't want to end up with a love crossed kitten on his hands.

     Blade was pulled out of his thoughts as he saw Theseus crawling over to him, the oversized shirt barely covering any of his skin.

    "Mmmm... Are you my meal, Master?" Theseus's voice was smooth and sultry, making Blade shiver.

    "Nu, these peaches are. Eat up, it makes you puternic like me, kit mici," Blade says, handing Theseus the can.

Theseus shies away from it before rubbing himself up against Blade's shins. He tail flicks out, curling around Blade's legs.

     "I don't want that. I want you, Master. Only you can satisfy my hunger," he purrs.

     "Too bad I don't want you, kit mici. Get back in the tent, sau." Blade demanded. He thrusted the can of peaches into Theseus's hands, who looked up at him in part disbelief and part longing.

    Theseus reached out for him when he suddenly froze. The can of peaches slipped out of his hands and he fell back into the sleeping bag. A scream erupted from him, his body shaking fiercely.

Fur sprouted out of skin and for a second Blade thought he was going through his first shift when he realized that that wasn't what was happening. Blade had already seen Theseus shift and if he had to bet, Theseus shifted quite often.

Blade shot forward, gripping Theseus. Worry swam through him. What was happening to his poor kit mici?

     "Kit mici? Are you okay? Kit mici?! What's happening?" Blade asked, holding Theseus up as he spasmed, whimpering.

Theseus shrunk back, heaving. His eyes were watering and he then resorted back to the bloodcurdling screams. Blade cringed, hugging Theseus to his chest.

     "It's okay, kit mici, it's okay," he soothed, smoothing Theseus's hair down as he sobbed.

    Blade's shirt was soon soaked with tears. He continued to run his hand through Theseus's hair, calming him.

     "Blade, it hurts... It hurts..." He trembled like a leaf in the wind.

     "What do you feel, kit mici?Where does it hurt?" Blade asked him softly. If he didn't know what was happening to Theseus, how could he help him?

     "My stomach," Theseus whined, clutching it. Blade realized that blood was dripping from Theseus's a$$.

Then it dawned on Blade. Theseus's reproductive organs. They were probably shifting and it seemed like it was causing him his first period. At least, that's what would make sense. Also, since Theseus had never went through heat, that most likely had a part in it.

    "You're going to be okay, trust me..." Blade cooed. He placed a soft kiss on Theseus's damp cheeks.

    Theseus choked and coughed, still sniffling. He nodded uncertainly and laid down on the sleeping bag, clutching his stomach.

   Blade frowned and saw that there really was a lot of blood coming from Theseus's åss. He pressed the sleeping bag up against it.

   Blade was about to ask Theseus if he was still feeling hørny when he realized that Theseus was sleeping. His breathing was even and soft snores came from him. They were cute, even Blade had to admit it.

    Blade shook his head and crawled out of the small tent. As soon as Theseus woke up, they would have to be moving again. The closer Blade got to his destination, the more he felt at unease. He was slowly starting to subtly feel something for the werecat and he was going to miss him.

    Blade blinked. He didn't just admit that to himself, did he? He cursed beneath his breath. How was he supposed to give Theseus up?

     $$Its happening... BLADE IS STARTING TO LIKE THESEUS!! YAYYYYY!! I'm happy. This felt like a roller coaster of a chapter, but I think it went well. Also, Theseus may end up being pregnant. o_O Who knows?$$