***Frank*** He’s back again. Frank cannot believe his luck in the last month. First he got out of that fuck wad Mr. Carlten’s class and into class with Pete, instead. He still does not know how his mom managed that. Next, his band got picked to represent Belleville in the Battle of the Bands, New Jersey. Today, he got that guitar that he was eying all summer as a gift from his dad and now on his sixteenth birthday he was at his favorite club, mostly because they don’t card him to enter or drink, and now the hot guy he has been hooking up with all month was coming towards him.

Frank was dressed as a standard vampire tonight, but fuck if Gerard did not make an amazing cat. He wore the costume like a second skin. He knew that Gerard was older than him by quite a bit, but he also knew that Gerard had no idea of his age. He smirked that he could put one over on so many by having tattoos. Having a friend who is trying to become a tattoo artist has its merits. He tatted up the whole band and gave them an edge that no one else had. At first his mom was pissed, but he assured her that if the band did not take off, he would personally pay for laser surgery and have the scorpion on his neck removed. That was a year ago and now they were fucking representing their town in a state wide competition.

He leaned into the bar and shouted to the bartender over the noise. ”Yo, a beer and Kahlua and Milk.”

”Seein' Gee again, Frankie?”

”Just shut up and serve my drinks.”

”Whatever you say, Flavor.” It was an inside joke at the club. Apparently, Gerard hooked up with a different guy each month. This month Frank was his Flavor of the Month, but Frank was determined to make it to the next one. There was something about Gerard that he could not put his finger on. Something mysterious that made him want to unravel the mystery and see what was underneath. He did not have a chance to think any further because at the same time the drinks had arrived so had Gerard.

***Gerard***

It was Halloween and, for once, Gerard could come out to play in his own skin. He was at his favorite club enjoying the freedom of taking on his cat transformation in public. He had spotted Frank, his "flavor of the month" up at the bar and quickly weaved his way over the dance floor, of costumed club goers, with a natural feline grace.

He smiled at Frank, impressed with his vampire costume, what did he know from fancy human costumes, Gerard knew he liked Frank's, though. Gerard purred, leaning into place a quick kiss on Franks cheek. "Hey, doll."

Frank handed Gerard his drink. "Hey there yourself, sexy. Wow, Gee, you look amazing! I swear those ears are real! What did a costume like this set you back?"

He winks at Frank taking a quick sip of his drink.

"Nothing." Gerard replies with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Nothin, huh? You must have good connections, then. So, aren't you going to say anything?" Frank crosses his arms and waits. Gerard grins and takes another drink. He leans into Franks personal space and runs a hand up his leg. "Mhmm, Happy Birthday, baby.”

"Mmmm, it is now that you're here. So, did you get me anything, besides the obvious, of course."

Gerard laughs softly and rolls his eyes. He bats Frank’s shoulder playfully before leaning round him to put down his drink. "Of course I did, silly. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

Frank looks like a child as he bounces up and down on the balls of his feet. He squeezes his eyes shut and holds out his hand eager to get whatever Gerard has for him. Gerard giggles and quickly checks that Frank’s eyes are closed before reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out one of the two gifts he had for Frank. It's not much, but he knows he will like it. He unball’s the skeleton hand print fingerless gloves and taking hold of Franks right hand he gently pulls the first glove onto Franks tattooed hand, resisting the urge to claw at the woolly material. He pulls the other glove onto Frank's left hand, which he then brings up to his face so he can rub his cheek against it affectionately.

"Oh my God, Gee, these are amazing! I love them! I can wear them when I play the Battle of the Bands!" Frank pulls Gerard into a bone crushing hug.

Pleased at Frank's reaction Gerard hugs Frank back. “I’m glad you like them, Frankie.” As Frank wraps his arms around Gerard’s back he makes contact with his tail. He runs his fingers over the soft fur and Gerard can't help it, he lets out a soft purr.

"Man, Gee, you really went all out on this. I swear that tail feels real! So, uh, where is it connected to you, because I did not feel a string." Frank smirks when he says the last comment and he grabs for Gerard's ass. Gerard tuts at Frank for grabbing his ass and swats his hand away.

“Now, now, Frankie, there is something else I would like to give you, then we can play.”

Gerard decides the best way to distract Frank is to keep him happy with presents. He then steps back from Frank, a meaningful look on his face, and takes off his leather jacket. “Turn round for me and close your eyes again.”

"Oohh, sounds kinky!" Frank winks at Gerard and turns around with a swing of his ass. He waits with anticipation for Gerard's next birthday gift. Gerard has to suppress an appreciative meow at Frank's display. He leans in and crowds against Frank as he nips at his ear. He then runs his hands down Frank's arms before putting his jacket over Frank's shoulders and carefully maneuvering his arms into its sleeves.

***Frank***

Frank feels Gerard stepping up to him and pressing his chest into his back. He loves the feeling of being covered by Gerard’s body. He is surprised, though, when he feels something slip between the two of them. Then, he feels his arms being covered by leather. He feels Gerard step back and opens his eyes and looks down. On his own body is the jacket that Gerard had been wearing since their first encounter four weeks ago. Frank is in shock. He never expected something like this.

This was the equivalent to giving a girl your letterman’s jacket in school! He turned around and looked up at Gerard.

"Wait what? Oh your fucking shitting me right? Please tell me your kidding? Gee? Your fucking jacket? I mean wow and um.. okay we need to go outside, like, right fucking now!"

Frank grabs Gerard's hand and pulls him through the club to the back door. He pushed through it roughly to the alley behind the club. He quickly pushed Gerard against the wall and kisses him roughly. Frank wastes no time as he pulls off his new gloves and shoves them quickly in his, fuck, new jacket and goes right for Gerard's belt. He pulls opened the button and zipper and reaches in to grasp Gerard's cock. It is not a surprise that Gerard is not wearing any underwear, Frank is used to that by now.

"Fuck, Gee, you were so good to me tonight, now it is my turn to be good to you."

"Please... Frankie." Gerard begs as he pushes his hips forward looking for friction.

"Mmmm don't worry, baby, gonna make it so good for you. Gonna make you scream my name. You're never gonna want to let me go after tonight."

Frank starts to find a good rhythm and begins to pump Gerard slowly. He takes his time and circles the head while twisting his fist. He has been with Gerard enough to know that this is a sensitive part and it drives him crazy. He swears once in a while he can even hear Gerard purring. Gerard hisses with pleasure as Frank strokes his cock. He thrusts his hips in time with the strokes, half-moaning half-purring and paws at Franks chest as his body is writhing in pleasure. "That's it, baby, mmm feels good doesn’t it? I can tell you’re close too. Should I let you cum, hmm, should I make you beg for it? I mean you did give me some awesome gifts, but, I think I want to hear you beg me to let you cum."

Gerard flushes at Frank’s comments burying his face into the crook of his neck moaning loudly. "Please let me cum, please, please... ughh, Frankie... I need it." Gerard is so close he can feel his climax twisting in his stomach. He continues to beg desperately into Frank’s shoulder as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

"Ah there it is, that sweet voice I love to hear so much. Mmm, Gee, you beg so well. It's like you are used to it or something. So good at it. Fuck, cum for me baby."

***Gerard***

Frank speeds up his ministrations and just goes for it, pushing Gerard right over the edge by yanking on his cock in just the right way. As Gerard's climax builds he wraps his tail around Frank, so lost in pleasure he barely notices his mistake. When he cums, Gerard's scream of pleasure is muffled against Frank’s neck as he instinctively bites down into the inked skin as his whole body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm, his tail wrapping tighter around Frank’s waist. The problem is that he breaks the skin and he is seething, so saliva seeps into the open wound.

"Ow! What the fuck?! Did you really just fucking bite me, and break the skin, and your tail is moving on its own, and oh, I don't feel so good suddenly." Frank slumps over and falls to the ground on his knees.

Gerard recoils, horrified at what he has just done. His tail slinks down off Frank’s body to curl protectively around his own. He gives out a pitched mewing noise as he drops to the ground on his own knees next to Frank "Frank? Frankie! Wake up!" Gerard growls nudging Frank's face with his paw. At that moment Gerard's phone rings.

"Fuck!" Gerard hisses as he digs his phone out his jean's pocket. His brother Mikey’s name flashes on his caller ID. Hands shaking he answers.

”Gerard where the fuck are you!? Do you know what fucking time it is?!” Gerard trembles at Mikey’s tone.

"Fuck, Mikey... please help... I-I-I fucked up big time. Oh god. Fuck I'm so sorry, Mikey."

Mikey gets quiet on the other end and his voice lowers to a razors' edge. "What did you do, Gerard?" Gerard's ears flatten against his head and he whimpers as he curls in on himself. He whispers into the phone anticipating Mikey’s wrath in terror. "I bit someone a-a-a-and I broke the skin."

"YOU FUCKING DID, WHAT!? FUCK, GERARD, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" Gerard jumps and almost drops the phone, his claws extracting, in an automatic protective response.

He tries to hold down his whimpering sobs as he answers. “I'm sorry, it was an accident we were fooling around outside the club and I got carried away!"

Gerard can hear his brother panting with rage, but trying to calm down so he can talk normally. "Okay, okay, where is the human now?"

"H-H-He’s here with me, he passed out, but not like they normally do, I mean he just slumped over! What do I do?"

"Did anyone see you?" ”I mean in the clu, yeah, but out here, no it's just us."

"Check his wallet."

"Okay Mikey... um hold on a sec." Gerard mumbles as he slips his hand under Frank so he can pull his wallet out of the back pocket of his tight jeans. "Okay, got it. You want me to read his information to you?"

"No, Gerard, I want you to take it as a souvenir, OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO FUCKING READ IT TO ME!" Letting out another whimper Gerard quickly looks through Frank’s wallet until he finds his ID. He goes to pull it out of the wallet when another card, bearing Frank’s photo, falls to the ground in front of him. Frowning Gerard picks it up. His eyes widen as he reads it and realizes where it comes from. He quickly looks for the date of birth. Gerard groans into the phone.

"Oh Mikey, I really fucked up this time.”

"Why, what does it say, Gerard?"

”Fuck, Mikey, he’s only 16, like he turned 16 today!” Gerard chokes out his words to Mikey. He looks down at Frank’s unconscious form half confused half furious at the boy. How did he not see it before? It was the fucking tattoos. He should have known that humans could find a way to get them before they were 18. Humans were sneaky that way. Gerard is brought back by how quiet Mikey is. For a minute, Gerard thinks they got disconnected. Then he hears Mikey use the name that really strikes fear into him.

”Precious, bring him to me?” Gerard’s breath catches in his throat at his Master’s request. ”*gulp* Yes, sir."

"Oh and Gee, do stop and get some milk...we have a long night ahead of us don’t we, precious?"

Gerard's second reply of 'yes sir' goes unheard as Mikey hangs up on him. Not wanting to keep his brother waiting Gerard gets to his feet and slips his phone back inside his pocket.

Blushing slightly Gerard quickly tucks his cock inside his jeans and then zips them up as he contemplates how best to get Frank to his car. Gerard stores Frank’s wallet and ID cards inside his own back pocket. He decides the he should just hold Frank around the waist and drag him along side by sid, that way if anyone sees them, they will just think Gerard is assisting a drunk friend. With some difficulty, Gerard manages to pull Frank up to his feet.

The body is a dead weight which causes Gerard to stagger slightly as he positions Frank by his side and wraps an arm around him. It is a slow process getting Frank to the car; Gerard eventually gives up on the whole dragging business and picks Frank up in his arms. Gerard carries Frank the rest of the way bridal style. Thankfully, no one is around to witness this rather dodgy situation he has himself in. Getting Frank into the car is whole other level of awkwardness he has to lay the kid down on the ground while he finds his keys and unlocks the car. His ears perked up, Gerard looks around suspiciously, making sure he is alone before opening the back door of the car. Then has to bodily lift Frank from the ground hooking his arms through Frank’s so he has a firm grasp on the boy’s torso. Gerard turns so he can shove Frank face first into the passenger side of the back seat. Gerard knows he is getting nowhere by simply pushing Franks (admittedly small) body into the car. He straightens himself up and leaves Frank lying on his stomach, half-in and half-out the car, despite himself Gerard has to smirk at the compromising position of his secret lover. He laughs to himself as he walks round the car to the drivers side and opens that back door. Pulling Frank in proves to be a much easier task and once he is safely inside. Gerard angles the seat belts around the unconscious boy and belts him in.

Gerard closes both back doors of the car and again checks to see if anyone is watching before climbing into the driver’s seat. The store where he usually goes to by Mikey’s preferred brand of milk is not far from their home, but across town from the club. Gerard consciously finds himself alternating between checking the backseat to make sure Frank is okay and checking the rear view mirror to be sure there are no cops around. The fur, which coats his forearms and his calves, stands on edge the whole car trip and when he reaches the store he lets out a sigh of relief that he is the only customer at this late hour.

Gerard leaves Frank locked in the back of the car as he runs across the car park and into the store. Gerard runs lightly on his feet skirting down the aisles until he reaches the dairy aisle. The brand of milk Mikey likes is European and it is usually quite hard to find since it always seems to be shoved any old place that there is shelf space. Gerard hisses slightly as he realizes that the milk has changed from its latest position among the other brands. Gerard's eyes turn yellow as he sharpens his sense of sight to that of his catself. He jumps when he here's a staff member shout to another, the fur standing on end as he looks around to glare in the direction of the voice. His heart pounding from nerves Gerard finally spots the well hidden bottles of 'fresh n' lo' milk at the bottom of one of the fridges.

Wrenching the fridge door open, Gerard grabs a bottle of the blue labeled stuff, slams the door closed and then practically sprints to the checkout area, he throws the money down on the counter and then makes a beeline for the door. Gerard sticks the milk in the back seat with Frank and then gets himself back into the driver’s seat and takes off. As he gets nearer and nearer home Gerard finds himself getting worried about what Mikey planned on doing. Mikey had called him Precious which usually meant he was in big trouble. Gerard whimpers to himself at the thought of facing Mikey when he gets home. Pulling into the driveway of his and his brother’s house Gerard takes a moment to calm himself down before getting out the car. He leaves Frank in the back seat heads straight to the front door.

***Mikey***

”That stupid useless fuck!” Mikey is in a rage. After he hung up with Gerard he transformed and tore through the house fucking up everything. He broke dishes, shredded the sofa with his claws and destroyed several throw pillows.

When he was done raging he calmed down and picked up the phone.

”Yes, Michael, what is it?”

”We may have a problem.”

”What did you brother do now?”

”*sigh* He bit a human.”

Mikey hears the man on the line shift his position. ”How badly?” ”He says he passed out, but not just passed out, slumped over.”

”Ah, so enough to transfer toxins, then.”

”Yes, but why did they not pass out the normal way?”

”Well first, this human was male, yes?”

”Yeah, he was Gerard’s Flavor of the month.”

”Second, what day is it, Michael?”

”Um, the 1st of November?”

”Yes, but it was…”

”Oh, shit!”

”Yes, now you need to find out what time it was when he bit him. If I am correct, we are going to have a new edition to the litter.”

”Oh wow, uh yeah. Thank you, Sir.”

”No, thank you, Mikeyway, and be sure to thank your brother properly too…but make him squirm a little first.”

Mikey laughed darkly into the receiver. ”Oh don’t worry, Sir, I will.”

”Mmmm that’s my good kitten. Bye, Michael.”

”Good night, Sir.”

Mikey was fully calm now. He assessed the damages in the room and saw they were not bad. He looked at the clock and saw he still had plenty of time. The milk that Gerard was ordered to get was across town from the club. He grabbed a broom and cleaned up the broken dishes. He went in the closet and found new zipper covers for the sofa cushions. Good thing they bought those in bulk. Then, he grabbed a garbage bag and put all the destroyed throw pillows in it. He would re-stuff them tomorrow. After cleaning that up, he went to the guest bedroom and made sure it had fresh sheets.

He was actually excited! They had not had a new kitten in a long time since Gerard was changed. It always amused Mikey that even though he was technically younger than Gerard, he was the one that changed him and is his rightful Alpha. Mikey took a moment to preen in front of the mirror. He smoothed his soft brown fur out and pricked up his ears when he heard the car enter the driveway.

He walked back downstairs and stood in front of the door. He listened for Gerard’s frantic footsteps to make it up the walkway and stand on the stoop. He heard him fumble with his keys and curse when he dropped them. Mikey had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter.

He schooled his features into stern disappointment and just as Gerard gets the key in the lock he rips the door open. Gerard shifts on his hind paws in front of him. He is still transformed and under the moonlight looks amazing. His black coat shimmers like dark water flowing off his skin. He ears are pressed down and to the side showing his submission. His tail hangs limp behind him. He is beautiful and Mikey just wants to curl around him and lick his fur. He won’t though, not yet, he has to make Gerard suffer first for his stupidity. He places his best Cheshire cat smile on his face and Gerard knows he is in big trouble now...Mikey never smiles.

"Down Precious, on your knees and greet you little brother properly." Gerard drops to his knees. He clasps his hands behind his back and drops his head in submission. "Good boy, now where is the human?" Mikey reaches out and scratches Gerard behind his ears. Even though he has screwed up, he greeted him so nicely that Mikey could not resist making Gerard purr. Besides, he loves running his paws through his brother’s fur.

Gerard presses his head into Mikey’s hand purring affectionately as Mikey wanted. "He is in the car, Sir."

Mikey leaves Gerard on the stoop and goes to the car. He opens the back door and looks in. The boy and he is a boy too, how Gerard missed that is beyond him, looks as if he is sleeping peacefully. Mikey knows that the transformation is slowly taking over the boy’s body. He reached into the car grabbing the boy by his jacket...

"Gerard, why is the human wearing your jacket?" Gerard stiffens his back, arched and tense, hands clenching tighter together, but remains on his knees.

"I gave it to him, Sir."

So much for acting, Mikey is really getting pissed again. He knows he is supposed to be careful with the new kitten, but what Gerard just said. Mikey pulled the boy out of the car and dumped him on the lawn like a bag full of trash.

"You gave it to him? You gave him the leather jacket that He gave you? What were you thinking Gerard? Did you think He would not find out? You better have a really good reason for this."

Mikey grabbed the boy by his collar and dragged him to the stoop where he dropped him in front of Gerard. His head hit the concrete and Mikey internally winced, hoping that he did not hurt the new kitten badly. Gerard flinched and watched Mikey warily out of the corner of his eye as much as he could with his head down.

"I like him Mikey…uh, Sir and it was his birthday today, and I forgot so I needed a gift.” "His birthday is today? And you bit him today? And today is Halloween? What time was it, think very carefully before you answer, what time was it when you bit him?" Mikey was having so much fun making Gerard squirm like this. He was having trouble containing himself.

Meanwhile Gerard suddenly started shouting at him defensively . "Yes, but I thought he was turning 19! I bit him only moments before your call and I don't know what time it was!" Mikey looks down at Gerard and Gerard realizes that he fucked up again. He knows it’s coming, but he still cringes. Mikey back hands him hard claws out leaving four deep scratches on his cheek. Mikey knows that Gerard wants to grab his cheek, but he keeps his hands behind him. Mikey is slightly impressed by this, but he is still pissed

”Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that again! Do I need to fucking remind you who I am to you!? Who you are to me!? Next time I’ll shred your back to ribbons! Do I make myself clear!?”

”Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir.”

Mikey fixes his fur that was raised by his anger. He pulls out his phone and checks the time. He called Gerard at one minute after midnight meaning it was still Halloween when he bit Frank. This means that Gerard's bite is definitely going to turn the boy into one of them. Mikey needed to think fast. Frank had just turned 16 so he had a family, but now he was one of them...or would be soon. He had to think.

"Gerard, how much did he tell you about his family?" Gerard lifted his eyes and his whiskers twitched as he thought about it. Mikey loved when he was lost in thought like this. It made him want to push Gerard down and knead into his soft warm tummy fur with his paws.

”Ummm, let’s see. Frankie is a single child and he gets along with his parents pretty well."

"Fuck, well we can work around that." Mikey had walked away from Gerard after hitting him to try and calm down. Now he looked at Gerard and smirked. He sauntered back over and lifted his paw. Gerard cringed instinctively, but Mikey surprised him by scratching him lightly behind the ear. Gerard asks pressing into Mikey’s touch looking for comfort.

"What are we going to do, Sir?"

"Relax, Gee, you did good. You did so good. Now let’s get him in the house. We have to make him comfortable for when he wakes up. Did you get the milk?"

Gerard lets out a relived sigh and purrs rubbing himself affectionately against Mikey’s legs. "It's in the car, Sir. Shall I go get it?"

"No I will get it, you bring uh...what was his name again?" Gerard gets this dreamy look on his face as he looks down at the still sleeping boy.

”Frankie, his name is Frankie.” Gerard snaps back to attention and slowly gets to his feet watching cautiously for Mikey’s reactions.

"Right, Frank...well bring Frankie in to house and settle him in the spare room. We will have a lot to talk about when he wakes up won't we?" Mikey walks to the car and grabs the milk. He turns to see Gerard lifting Frank carefully into his arms.

"Oh and Gee? Before that you will be rewarded for this."

***Gerard***

Gerard's ears perk up at Mikey’s promise of a reward he is relieved that he is not in trouble for his carelessness and as he carries Frank inside he takes extra care not to bump his head off any walls as he makes his way up stairs and across the landing. He gently lays Frank down on the bed in the spare room and leans down to place a soft kiss against the boy’s lips before scurrying back down stairs to Mikey.

Notes

I did not write this. I am the editor (Two of my best friends did write this, as you know from AO3.) If you see any mistakes please tell me and know all commments will be told to the authors so do not hold back on commenting. :)

Real Authors Notes: So yes Were kitties! ***The_Art_of_Suicide*** was intrigued by my newest fic Leopard Hakusho and wanted to write a story where they could be kitties, but also people. We worked together and came up with this amazing story line. I am really happy to be working with another writer, like I am with ***Digdeepenough***. It is the most fun i think I have becasue of role playing the conversations. i wish I could have done that with Bondage Mansion too. ^0^ So Gerard and Mikey are Werekittes , yes kitties, not cats, and Frank is not...well not yet. ^0^ This story is being betad by the amazing ***RedRomRomance*** I figured since ***Trixgrl*** was doing HouseWives solo, she deserved one too. ^-^


***The_Art_Of_Suicide*** Hiya! So I hope everyone is as excited as me for this story! It's about cat people! How can anyone not be excited!? I am so so happy and ecstatic to be writing this with the absolutly fantastic Momiji who's works on here are amazing! (such a big fan) working together has been so much fun so far and I can't wait to see how we go from here! And a big thank you to RedRomRomance for her betaings! so this all came from a conversation about... Cats! Cat people and of course the guys from MCR! Enjoy!! -Suicide xx