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Haha, thank you. :3 I had a friend over for a few days, so posting wasn't exactly an option. But I'm back now.

Jades heart raced a little with excitement, his face flushing even further from Kistens blush. That blush had a lethal effect on him, purging at him to tell the truth about his sexual preferences. He'd already hinted it to Lazereth, but how to tell him?
The last comment had done him in; he had to be honest. He set the bowl down gently and flushed harder as he wrapped his own tail around Kistens as he grew redder each second.
His voice was gentle but shaky. "We can grab them in a minute. I need to tell you something very important." he put two cool hands on either side of Kistens face, his lips parting slowly. "You see, I have never liked girls in my life. Not in the way a man should, since I can remember I've loved the touch of another man and felt different with them. Something I can't explain myself." he gulped, his accent showing through his nervousness.

The fuzzy mouse tail lingered off the other tail and found its way under Kistens chin barely touching but holding his head upright grazing the tender flesh. He leaned in closer to him and whispered into his ear, praying to god no one else could hear.
"The truth is, I'm completely homosexual in almost every sense of the word." his eyes reflected a tiny hint of paranoia; would he reject him now? "You see, I feel horrible for hiding a very important part of me from you... But I'm terrifyed of rejection."
He sighed a hot breath against the hybrids ear, his face flushing even more out of shame or embarrassment. His cold hands moved a little to let his thumbs carress Kistens cheek; his eyes a little saddened but at the same time adoring.


Lol. Sorry it's so long, I finally decided to have Jade "confess his sins". He's a really bad liar.
><;; Plus the fangirl in me took over.

His chest throbbed a little as he sat down, his body stretched across the couch. He looked up at her eyes and then turned his head away from her; the man in him not letting anyone see the slightest shade of pink he had. He scooted his butt over a bit, giving her room on the couch to sit.
"You sit down too. It can't be comfortable on the floor."

OOC:: xD HAHA. I was wondering if you died or something.

BIC::Jade paused for a second, his own eyes flickering to Kistens lips. Oh how they moved perfectly with every word he said... And every word that came out of them was sweeter than honey. He wanted to do so many things with those lips; kiss them, lick them, suck them... maybe even bite them.
He let hot breath flow onto Kisten's neck as he kissed it gently, his tail finding Kisten's again. It tasted sweet like he knew it would. He looked back up at him gently with courage he didn't have before. "Thank you."

He took one of the hands and placed it on the small of the other man's back, then smoothed the other to take Kisten's chin in his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how happy you've made me.:

Those were the last words he said before thier lips met; after the accent had stopped it's audio release he tilted his head and pressed his softly against the others. Parting them slowly and affectionatly, barely touching in the movement. A sweet sensual kiss that came from the pulsing organ in his chest cavity; it seemed to take flight.

Really, it's no problem having you here! It's been forever since I've had a sleepover!
And he never wanted the sleepover to end.

Even if he never became his lover, he wanted to know Kisten until the day he died. For the good, for the bad. For the dog and the cat. He loved being able to expose every part of him; not to lie... not to hide. Even if the other side of Kisten's being scared him; he wanted to know him, forever.


(( :'D Daaaaaw. Cupid's arrow hit.))

"Alright, I'm cool with that." he said calmly. His breath starting to slow. His limbs started to ache even more along with his chest and temples. His body wanted to sleep and unfortunatly Chrys wasn't giving it that opportuinity.
"I... I hate making you mad, you know." his blush reddened. Nothing else could be done to hide it.

He gasped a little, his frame shaking with anticipation. God that felt good... The sweet motion of Kisten's lips against his; if he weren't breathless he would go in for a second helping of him. He pulled the husky into his arms, a firm loving embrace.
He couldn't have been disgusted with him, he kissed him back. And the one word slipping out of his mouth proved he wasn't completely terrible at the process of kissing either.
"I-I... I really do love you, in some sort of way. We-we've just met but..." he stroked the soft blonde hair out of Kisten's face. "I do care about you. As a friend, or something else... I'm not sure, but it's love of some sort... really it is." his english accent was uncontrolled he was having a hard time with keeping an American tone after that kiss.
It was like someone took a vaccum cleaner to his lungs; only tastier and less painful.

(( xD Oh my god. Dog says "YES PL0X!"... Cat says "DO NOT WANT".))

He turned his flushed face to her; almost shouting. "You think I care if you're manlier than me!?" he almost jerked but didn't: he didn't wanna be stabbed with the needle. "You... You're kidding! You could dress like a man and I would still think you're gorgeous!"
He could feel his blush deepen, hating it. It was completely humiliating to be seen like that... But at the same time it felt good.
"I like you because you're spunky. And you don't take s**t."

He caught his breath.
"Yes... I guess we should." he mumbled under his breath; just barely audible. He tilted his head sideways again and stole another sweet sensitive kiss from Kisten, his cheeks staining under the pressure of it. He couldn't resist them for very long after the first time, nor the second, or the third.
Waves of sweet kisses washed over Kisten now, Jade's hands not leaving the sides of his face. God, he wanted to stop but at the same time he couldn't. He loved it, he loved him.
It took him about thirty seconds before he could pull away from them, each second passing by like a sweet glorious minute.

"L-Let's go. Now." he stood up promtly; going temporarily blind from a blood rush. The morphine kiss numbing him.

(( o_o I sense a soap opera going down here. There's going to be an emotional battle of cat and dog.))

Unlike his blush he calmed a little, his arms stretching akwardly behind his head with a bit of tension still remaining. "I think you're sweet enough. But I'd rather have someone who's fun than someone who's sweet." he scoffed, "Most people who are too sweet are shy... and shy people are kind of boring. I like a little excitement."
He looked at his wounds and remembered the chase, his arms flexing a little. I don't think anyone is more exciting than Laz. Any more and I would probably have a heart attack. He grinned; she was pretty hard to handle. He had to give her credit for that.
"He called you names? That sucks." he grimaced. "That sounds like a dickhead from what I'm getting."

Bliss, contentment, and a sweet delicate blush. It was heaven, really. Complete heaven sealed in an entire -

And it was too good to last. He felt the light push and immeadiatly backed off, his neck hairs standing upright from karma. His mother always warned him to be a gentleman, and this is what he got for not listening to her.
But this wasn't his normal reaction, Kisten was enjoying himself beforehand. So this could only mean - yes. He had changed again, into the part of Kisten that gave him a heart attack. The part of Kisten that hated him.
He channeled in his head slowly, ignoring the hurt inside of him.
So, both sides are Kisten. One is sweet and the other is sour... Yin and yang... Salt and pepper...
But... all of those things match thier opposites, in some way. Sweet and sour goes good together, as to salt and pepper... and you can't have Yin without yang.
He followed Kisten closely, his tail wrapping around his. His thoughts still meshing around in his skull. He's not... bad. This side. Granted, he is less intimidating but... He is still Kisten. So he can't be all bad. No one can be all bad. Because... everyone has a reason for being bad and before that reason occured they were good, or at least better than they are.

This side is like a completely different version. Does he have his own likes? His own hates? Well, obviously his own hates. But... I at least want to know.
What do I like about him? What don't I like?

... I suppose I like how he's good with words. He gets his point across very well. And he's very smooth and I'd guess he's intelligent....

.... But at the same time, I don't like how he's good with words because they usually sting. And his point is usually venomous too, as it seems... But his suave exterior is very attractive, even if he'd hate it if I told him so... or.. would he?
Does he like compliments like the other Kisten? Who doesn't like compliments?
Well, it depends on the compliment I suppose.

His head spun. The split personality was confusing him extreme levels, but he knew a few things: He was less afraid of the pup but terrifyed of the cat. But both of the sides of Kisten had things that were equally captivating about them. But there was one thing they both shared that controlled him beyond belief...
Those eyes.

He realized his own green eyes were staring; not at anything in particular but in space. Like the rest of his head now. His tail was still latched onto Kistens in a fuzzy pink iron grip of death.
He gulped, managing to choke out a sentence.
"I um...! You're very handsome, you know. Yo-You're very good with saying how you feel!" he stuttered and took a bowl away from him - trying not to slack any more than he was. "I really wish I were better at that, you see I'm... well, I'm sure you understand that I'm not good with speaking because you see I'm rambling and -" he stopped short and sighed, his excitement blowing the cover he held over his accent already. "You see, what I'm trying to say is... You're admirable, Mr.Cat."

Mr.Cat? He wanted to explode.
He paused, waiting for the flying dishes or a knife or some sort of sharp to blunt object to strike him. At this point, he'd strike him too.


(( xD Sorry for writing a book there. Keep in mind that all of Jade's thoughts are rushing through his head at mega-crack-speed. He's very logical, but when he tries to vocalize anything he fails.))

"You're sweet in a spicy kind of way." he paused and listened, his ears flicking around a bit. She was... a tomboy. That was it! No wonder he didn't understand her... she wasn't your average princess.

But he was a pretty average guy. He hadn't ever hit on a not-girly girl - so at this moment he had to just take everything he knew about girls and just burn it and be himself. Take it or leave it, he couldn't be someone he wasn't to impress her. It didn't work.
So being himself would be his last shot to make amends with her, and if nothing else have a wrestling buddy.

The lightbulb lit up. He remembered his date with Madison and watching Phat Girls at her apartment; he hated it. He remembered Crystal and the shopping fru-fru masquerade she put him through; god he hated it. And those stupid teeny-tiny cup sized furry pieces of evil they all carried were... Oh god. No.
Something popped a cap in Chry's mind... he had spent all of that useless time with prissy girls and... realistically outside of his bedroom he had no fun with them at all.
He wanted to kick himself in the a**. All of that money on dates he hated. All of that time he wasted on people he couldn't stand. Did he have no self-respect at all?

God, he wanted to go outside and chase a ball. He wanted to run he wanted to howl at the moon and roll around in the dirt. He stood up; then his wounds stretched. No, god no.
More boundaries he had created for himself; he'd go stir crazy if he had to sit in bed any longer. He'd wasted enough time already!
He looked at Lazereth, remembering she was still there. Someone she liked... Treated her like a guy. He felt sarcasm build a bit, then something else. Gratitude; it took him this long to realize cute and frilly sucked... and she was the electric to the lightbulb.
He didn't care if she clawed his eyes out, he needed to do this or he would literally just burst. He took the needle from her and sat it down gently, then swooped her up into a huge bear hug.
"I know - don't touch. But you just made me realize something very important." he swung her around a bit from side to side, his emotions completely unhitched. He sat her back on the couch and grinned goofily, happily and freely. He was free now that he knew; he could just relax around her and not worry about having to be Superman. No more chick flicks, no more expensive dinners that tasted like cardboard, no breaking his back shoveling shopping bags.

He could just have fun and cut this mate-searching crap! He handed her the needle - his tail reaching speeds at about 20mph.

((Yeah, sorry... I wrote two books. Chrys had an epiphany.))

((I accidentally posted this on my mule before. xD))

"Um... Thank you, Sir." he let his tail slide slowly off of Kistens, the iron grip fading. He was confused with himself as well; he didn't know whether to be hurt or to be happy. Being both was too difficult; and his head was already about to burst anyhow.
He took a bowl and cleared his throat, his focus going on to setting them onto the table.
So, he likes to be praised... and told that he's beautiful. I don't think anyone hates being appreciated, really. He doesn't like gays, but... I can't help being what I am. I could pretend to not be attracted to him, but that... I shouldn't hurt myself like that.
He put silverware around on the table, in a neat but not perfect placement. He didn't acknowledge Chrys or Lazereth for the simple fact he was so lost in thought an atomic bomb could have gone off outside and he might not notice he was on fire.
Stalking back to the kitchen he slid past Kisten and shut the silverware drawer. He turned back around to face him; he was staring blankly again though he had a dazed look. His body was begging him for food and sleep, but his mind was still reeling at mega speed. "Nn... Heh?" he shook his head from side to side, waking up.
The first thing he saw was an onion, then a tomato, then Kisten. He obviously wasn't interested in onions or tomatoes. He stared at him for a second and opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it again.

Nothing in his head was clear enough for speech, nothing good enough to be considered comparable to anything Kisten could say. But if he didn't say anything he would mark himself as a coward; if he wanted to keep his promise he couldn't stay afraid of this side of him.
He didn't have to force himself to love both sides of him; that was the easiest part. It was just his fear factor that got in the way, and that might not be entirely Kistens fault.
Sure, he was snappy and sharp... but there was no mistaking that he had something soft about him; even if he never caught light of it that softness was still there.

It was unrequited completely but Jade admired him unconditionally.

"Sir?" he put a hand on Kisten's shoulder and let his jade eyes fall to the floor. He knew if he saw those blue eyes he wouldn't be able to speak; or stand or breathe.
"I really don't know how to say anything quite the way that I mean it, but... I told you before I wouldn't be fake with you, it was a promise. So- you see I can't be anything but a... um... well, a f**. But, I can't leave you alone either... you see, I made another promise that I would be a true friend to you, so the thing is... what I really mean is... A real friend wouldn't run away from another friend." he wanted to die in that second. Thinking back on what he said there was probably no way he understood him, his babbling.
"So, Sir... I can't stop loving you. There's no possible way I can without being fake. And... the truth is... I don't want to stop either. Even if you do scare me by saying you'll eat me... you're still very... um!"

There wasn't a word for it.



((If those two merged an a-bomb would go off somewhere and destroy the earth in an apocalyptic meltdown. Then Jesus would fall from the sky screaming "HOLY s**t!"
o___o The perfect man was never meant to happen. If it does then bad things will and should happen.

xD And now I imagine Kisten sitting in the rubble with big shiny eyes.

"I didn't do it!"))





He squiggled around happily, a contented look spread across his face. This was going to be awesome; instead of watching chick flicks he would be rolling around in the mud and pay rug bee.
As soon as his wounds healed.
His head turned to Lazareth again, tilting slightly like he looked like he was confused. Instant happy was upon him. He let a laugh escape his lips and wiped a tear away from his eye, chuckling more.
"Oh my god, I'm better than okay. Thanks, Laz." his ears perked upright.

"Hey, can we play rug bee when I graduate from a rag doll?"

(( Well I guess I can post with her now then, too. =D No harm in it since you're not like. "OMFGWAT!? WHO ARE YOU!?"))

His heart fell a little with each verbal stab; but he took it like a man and kept every tear that jerked his throat inside. He wouldn't let this hurt him, because he knew that there wasn't a possible way that Kisten could hate him completely. Even if it was only his dog side that liked him they were still friends; he made that perfectly clear as soon as he promised.
He gasped as he slammed into the wall, his breath falling out of him in shock and suprise. The green eyes showed nothing but hurt and determination. He wouldn't go down without a fight if this was the way it had to be; he wouldn't break his promise no matter how bad Kisten wanted him to now.
He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Even if he was terrifyed, his heart still kept itself intact enough for him to know there was no way he could stop the way he felt. Whatever that way might be, it was here to stay.

His limbs trembled under the hybrid, but his arms extended forewards - one around Kisten's waist and another around his neck. He might be small, but he wouldn't crumble. Not now.
He pressed the other male tightly against himself, he had slid down earlier from shock or fear so his head was just barely at Kistens collarbone now. Warmth radiated from his own body onto Kisten, his lips parting to say exactly what he felt - even through tension it had to be said. Even if it wasn't beautiful it's what he was feeling and what he was thinking. What his heart was feeling and thinking; because his mind had been long gone by now for staying in a danger zone. His teeth clenched in anticipation; his words sounding tense but sweet, mixing in with his accent 100%.
For once in his life - he said what he meant and he meant everything he said.
"You can make me scream as much as you want, Kisten. You can eat me or hurt me..." he paused, looking up at him with fierce but loving emeralds. "But I will never leave you, and you can never make me stop loving you."
That didn't mean he wasn't scared; he was afraid of a lot of things now. Kisten leaving him was his biggest fear, now more than ever. His next greatest fear was himself being the one to drive him away forever.
But at least now Kisten knew.
"I... love you. And you can't ever change that."

(( xD Lawl. And Laz'n'Chrys are behind him with scorched messed up hair with a "what did you do?" look.))

"I'll heal fast then." he watched after them. Stew-making his a**. He smelled the air, and it reeked of tension. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up defensively as his shoulders hunched. He stood up and traded places with Lazereth so he had the closer side of the couch.
If there were a flying object he'd rather be hit than her; and the closer he was the easier it would be to stop whatever happened before it was too late.

Jade may have been the biggest nag to him - in fact he was worse than his own mother... but Chrys never forgot his debts. He owed it to Jade to make sure nothing bad happened to him....

...After all, he was the one who led the cats to him in the first place.