Feral

Full summary: Arlyn has been best friends with Heikki for what seems like forever. He knows everything about him; everything except the fact that Heikki carries the feral gene. When the gene activates, Arlyn is faced with a difficult choice: destroy all ties to him as his parents suggest, or accept the boy he's come to love.

About Feral (the gang): A gang of ethnically diverse teenagers all possessing "gifts". In reality, these "gifts" are cat-like attributes, anything from pointed ears to full out transformation. These transformations are caused by a drug given to mothers with frequent miscarriages, and reacts only with certain gene codes. The "feral gene" can activate at any time, and sometimes not at all. The gang was set up to ensure the safety of those with the feral gene, schooling them and keeping them out of harms way. Governed by an unnamed male - called the Tom Cat - each initiated male is given a "codename." This codename is associated with the look of the individual, and is always something feline. (ie. "Tabby" would have stripes). The past life of any member of Feral is forgotten when they are accepted, under the condition that they will abide by the gang's rule. Consequentially, many of the gang's members were (previously) involved in illegal activities. Feral is currently at their best under the rule of their newest Tom Cat, and the gang has seen the number of members nearly double. Dr. Miller, though not a carrier of the "feral gene" himself, is a trusted friend of all members of the gang, and is able to recognize the feral gene at its earliest stage.

Warning: The following story contains graphic sex between two (at minimum) entirely willing males and humans with cat-like characteristics. It also contains a talking cat, who will not in ANY way be involved in anything sexual. If you find any of this disturbing, then don't read past this.

And, without further ado, I present, Feral.

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Mmm... she was pretty, wasn't she? She had such long, slender legs, accentuated by those amazingly short shorts she had been wearing to tennis practice. He had been amazed when he found out she was a tennis player; then again, she did look the type. What had his sister called her figure? Hourglass shaped? He didn't remember. He'd been too busy staring at her top half to care much about the rest of her. It definitely had to be illegal to wear a shirt rolled up like that. It exposed too much skin... now that he thought about it, too much delicious skin. Such nice, tanned skin; it looked even better with her vibrant, orange hair that flowed down just to her shoulder blades....wait a minute. Heather didn't have orange hair. Why did the image in his head show her with orange hair? Now that he really focused on the girl's hair, he found it to be not just orange, but orange, black and white. What the? She certainly didn't have orange, white and black hair either. He was certain she had blonde hair. He had seen her enough with his friends to know that. The only person he could think of with hair that colour was-

"ARLYN!"

No no, that wasn't his name. It was something like-

"ARLYN WAKE UP!"

Arlyn started, blue eyes flying open to find himself face-to-face with his older sister. So that's what had woken him up. Damn her. She's ruined his fantasy with her yelling - not that there had been anything sexual going on in it, but it had still been a nice dream - and he didn't have a clue why he was supposed to wake up. The teenager gave his sister a well-placed shove to get her off, before sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What do you want?" He demanded, glaring at her. What time was it anyway? Glancing towards the alarm clock that sat on its little table next to his bed, bright red numbers glared back at him. 7:50. What day was it again?

"September 9th," his sister answered, almost as though she had read his mind. "And if you don't get up now, you'll be late for school! Heikki's already outside waiting for you!" She called over her shoulder as she left his room. Oh crap. He had completely forgotten to set his alarm. Throwing the covers off, Arlyn sprang out of his bed, pajamas off and uniform on in record time. It figured; the first day of school and he was going to be late. Not that this was particularly unusual, but he had told himself self last year he would be on time the next year. He conveniently ignored his reoccurring pattern of lateness. "Heikki's leaving!" His sister shouted from the kitchen. With less that a minute to spare, Arlyn stuffed his books into his bag, grabbed his toast, and sped out the door.

"Sorry I'm late," he said through a mouthful of toast, as he fell into stride with his friend. Heikki just grinned, and shrugged his shoulder. "What can you do, Arlyn?" "Get a more reliable alarm clock. My sister's no good anymore." Arlyn grumbled, causing his friend to laugh. Heikki Rankinen, a Finnish boy, had been Arlyn's best friend since he started high school. The boy was quite a bit a shorter than him, but that didn't seem to help him blend in any better. He had insisted on dying his hair in sections; starting with orange, and following with white and black. He had been there to walk with Arlyn to school since they had become good friends. Heikki was incredibly patient too; he didn't appear to mind Arlyn's bouts of lateness, despite the fact that the Finnish boy never seemed to have any of his own. Lucky bastard. Arlyn could count the number of times on one hand that Heikki hadn't shown up to walk with him to school (a grand total of twice, both very liable excuses), and found a sort of comfort in waking up to see Heikki's tri-coloured hair through his window. Tri-coloured hair...why did he feel like he was forgetting something? Oh right! His dream!

"Heikki?"

"Mmm?"

"Heather has blonde hair, right?"

Heikki paused, green eyes thoughtful for a moment, before nodding his head slowly. "I think so. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever really looked. Why?"

"Just asking." Why had thought she had orange hair? Even stranger, why had her hair resembled his best friend's before he was rudely awakened? Pushing the thoughts out of his head, Arlyn picked up the pace. "You think we can make it to school on-time this year?" Heikki shrugged. "We could always run." A playful grin caused the corners of Arlyn's mouth to curl upwards; it was the only warning the Finnish boy got before he was shoved - albeit gently - in the opposite direction they were walking. "Last one to school has to carry the other's books home!" Laughing at Heikki's indignant protest, Arlyn took off at a run towards the school. Grade eleven. There would be new teachers, new people and potentially new friends. Arlyn had a feeling that something special would happen this year, and he was surprised to find he was looking forward to it. A little excitement would do him good.

~

"I still can't believe you beat me. You were miles behind me!" Arlyn grumbled for the fifth time, adjusting Heikki's bag over his shoulder. The Finnish boy, on the other hand, looked quite pleased with himself, seemingly happy to let his friend tote his book bag all the way home from school. Mind you, he would have to carry it from Arlyn's house to his house, but at least half of the work had been done for him. The Welsh boy stopped his muttered complaints about halfway through the trip, and then the talk turned to their new teachers. "We're in the same homeroom," Heikki commented, running his finger down the time table. "And the same English class." "Awesome." Arlyn had been hoping to be in his best friend's English class. He'd always had a problem with reading and writing, especially on tests. He did very well on oral tests, but for some reason, he had trouble with the whole reading and writing gig. It was because of this "problem" that he'd met Heikki, and the two had become friends. Their friendship had initially started out as an exchange; Heikki would help him with English, and in return, Arlyn would tutor him in Science. This "equivalent trade" had quickly turned into a friendship, bringing the boys to where they were today.

"Oh, we’re at your house," said Heikki, the pair having been too caught up in their conversation to notice their surroundings. "See you tomorrow!" Removing his bag from Arlyn's shoulder, Heikki turned and set off in the direction of his home. Once his friend was out of sight, Arlyn sighed softly, gazing up at the sky pensively for a moment. They had started their routine again. It was nice to be able to count on someone like Heikki to bring about familiarly. It was comforting. Giving the sky one last, contented look, Arlyn hoisted his bag up higher onto his shoulder, and slipped inside his house. The school year had officially begun.

~

"I'm home!" Heikki called, kicking off his shoes and heading towards the living room, stopping just before he ran headlong into another male.

"Hey Harly, did you bring- oh wait, wrong person." The young male standing in front of Heikki was a scrawny youth, quite a bit taller than the Finnish boy and at least a few years older. His hair looked unkempt, the strange mixture of browns, reds and black only adding to the effect (wearing it in his ponytail didn't do much good either). He wore a black path over one eye, the visible eye a soft, sea green that twinkled with an impish sparkle. Not that you needed the warning; he practically reeked of trouble. The teen had pointed ears, both pierced multiple times (his eyebrow was pierced too) and a line of stitches wound their way around his throat. A long, brown speckled cat's tail waved idly in the air, looking just as scruffy as his hair. All in all, he was far from friendly looking. Heikki, however, didn't seem at all bothered.

"Sorry, Stray. Did I disappoint you much?" The Finnish boy reached out his arms for a hug, the strange teen gladly giving the boy what he requested, as well as a kiss on his cheek for good measure. "Never, lovely," replied Stray, his thick Irish accent now more noticeable. "Was just getting a bit hungry is all, and Billy-no-mates promised to bring home food. Don’t yah worry about it though." He winked, before a voice from the living room interrupted their conversation.

"Would you get your lazy ass back in her Stray?! I want to finish kicking it at... whatever this game is called!"

Stray made a face, causing Heikki to giggle. "Yur meaner than a fiddler's bitch, Mackerel. Gimme a minute will yah?" By the grumbles that were coming from the living room, it was obvious that 'a minute' was far too long. Stray sighed, before leaning down to kiss Heikki on the cheek. The Finnish boy, however, turned his head, causing their lips to meet. The older teen made a small noise of surprise, but didn't protest, opening his mouth willingly to Heikki's questing tongue. Not to be outdone by his younger counterpart, Stray wound his tongue around the Finnish boy's, sucking gently. As predicted, Heikki shivered, one hand coming to rest on the side of the elder's face. It was a silent request, understood by both teens. What was the point of masturbating when you had about twenty other, willing males in the house?

"Ahem."

Stray caught Heikki's chin when the boy tried to pull away, successfully stilling him and finishing the kiss. Anything to piss Mackerel off was fine by the elder boy, especially when they were locked in "combat." The longer he delayed, the more flustered Mackerel became (and therefore became easier to beat). Rubbing noses with Heikki, Stray turned to face his counterpart. Soma Zsuzsanna, known to the rest of Feral as "Mackerel", was a Hungarian boy, about the same age as Stray. His dirty-blonde hair was cut short, and slicked back with a considerable amount of gel to keep it out of his face. His face was round, with two sets of stripes on either cheek, and he would have looked much friendlier if he didn't have that permanent scowl on his face. He had sharp, yellowish-brown eyes, and the glare he was giving Stray certainly made them sharper.

"Does snogging now take priority over video games?"

"Only when it's this lovely fella." Stray winked, draping his arm over Heikki's shoulder. When he saw that Mackerel was about to protest, he added. "Don't be a tarjar and throw a sevener! Be there soonish!" He blew Soma a kiss, before turning his attention back to Heikki. "Ten minutes. It'll only take that long to beat his sorry arse. Wait for me upstairs." With that, he sauntered back towards the living room, the deliberate slowness in his gait alluding to his desire to further irritate Mackerel. Heikki chuckled softly, shaking his head. Stray was such a funny little Irish teen. Heading for the stairs, the Finnish boy traipsed up them, heading for the second floor. All of the bedrooms were on the second floor, save for the Tom Cat's bedroom which was on the third. It was three to a room, though Heikki had never heard anyone in Feral ever complain. It wasn't as though they were forbidden to switch rooms should they feel the need to. Currently, he was rooming with Stray and the ever-peculiar Soot. Only a month ago, Agouti had been in Soot's place, but he had claimed that Stray's untidiness was driving him crazy, and he had moved into Harlequin's room. Upon arriving at his shared room, Heikki dropped his book bag beside his bed, before flopping down onto the soft sheets.

It was school time again, and that meant spending every day with Arlyn. It wasn't that he didn't like the boy; it was actually quite the opposite. He'd had a crush on the Welsh boy ever since he'd been appointed Arlyn's English tutor two years ago. The boy would be the perfect partner, though as the years went on, Heikki was starting to get serious doubts that Arlyn could even remotely be gay. But damn, he was so tempting. They'd been unlucky enough to have gym on the first day, and watching the Welsh boy out of the corner of his eye instead of just jumping him was much harder than it had been the previous year. Heikki groaned softly at the memory of Arlyn, sweaty and shirtless after gym class. It was his fault he left school half-hard. Not inclined to wait the ten minutes Stray had promised, the Finnish teen rolled onto his side, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt and sliding a hand towards his pants. The button and the fly were easy to undo, and he nudged his pants and boxers down to his knees. Freedom.

Heikki paused for a moment, before running his free hand down his belly and wrapping it around his half-hard cock. Why couldn't Stray get up here faster? He didn't have any patience at a time like this! Biting his lip to stifle the sounds he knew were coming, the Finnish teen began a slow, teasing pace, occasionally giving the cock in his hand a gentle squeeze. So good. He ran his thumb over the head, shuddering when he rubbed pre-cum down his aching shaft. God, where was Stray? He didn't know if he could keep this up for very long. The boy had promised him ten minutes! It had to have been more than that now! He whined softly as his strokes sped up, becoming jerkier as he could feel his climax getting closer. All sounds in the room were blocked out by the pounding of his heart in his ears, his hips starting to press more eagerly into his hand. He was almost-

"Ah ah ah aaah."

The cold hand around the base of his cock nearly gave Heikki a heart attack, and certainly halted his climax. Who the heck had just appeared out of nowhere?! However, the sharp chin against his shoulder, and the bony body pressed against his made the identity of the person easy to guess. So Stray had finally shown up. "Sorry lovely, but that mad thing wouldn't let me go." The Irish teen mumbled, loosening his grip on Heikki's aching flesh. "But I'm here now." He ground his hips against the younger teen's for emphasis, grinning cheekily. The Finnish boy's mind was still hazy from the near-orgasmic state he'd been in only moments ago, and was only able to groan in response. Luckily for him, Stray wasn't in a teasing mood, and after a moment, Heikki could feel two slick fingers worming their way inside of him. Heikki's initial tense was expected, and the Irish teen paid no mind to it. Putting his mouth to work, he teased the shell of the younger teen's ear with his tongue and then ran the tips of his sharp teeth down the wet trail. Heikki squirmed instantly, arching his back and by doing so, pushing his hips forcibly against Stray's fingers. The action caused the fingers to nudge that spot inside him, the jolt of pleasure making Heikki cry out. Stray grinned, keeping up the angle with his fingers and enjoying the sounds that were flowing freely from the younger teen's mouth.

Too far gone to care anymore about who would hear him, Heikki moaned loudly when a third finger was added, pushing his hips back intentionally. Stray seemed to understand the gesture, and for a long, painful moment, the fingers were gone. Whimpering at the loss, the Finnish boy wiggled impatiently, stopping only at the sudden pressure against his entrance. Stray's hands moved down to his hips, holding him still as he pushed slowly inside. Heikki forced himself to relax as he was stretched, exhaling sharply when the teen behind him stopped moving. The Irish boy's teeth came into contact with Heikki's shoulder once he was inside in an attempt to muffle his groan. God it felt good. The sting of the sharp teeth made Heikki squeak, and Stray pulled back instantly. He licked the bite mark apologetically, moving his tongue and teeth to the Finnish teen's sensitive ears once he'd soothed the bitten area. "You're always so tight, darlin'. I'm afraid I'm hurtin' ya." Stray murmured, pulling out slowly and pushing back in at the same pace. After a few of these thrusts Heikki pressed his hips back, telling Stray he was ready for more. "You aren't, Aiden." Stray blinked at the use of his first name - it was so seldom used that he'd almost forgotten it - before grinning impishly. "So it's like that, is it?"

Without warning, Stray flipped Heikki onto his back, plunging inside the willing entrance. The Finnish teen cried out in both surprise and pleasure, clutching the bed sheets until his knuckles went white. Stray kept up the pounding pace, taking hold of once of the younger teen's legs and adjusting his angle until Heikki screamed. Bingo. Bucking his hips off of the bed to meet the elder teen's thrusts, Heikki groaned when his aching member came in contact with Stray's stomach, the friction combined with the constant simulation of his sweet spot nearly doing him in. His body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure coursing through his veins and making logical thought near impossible. Not that he needed to be doing any thinking, mind you. Flushed and panting heavily, he cried out when Stray's hand wrapped around his cock, running his thumb teasingly over the head. "Aiden. Aiden please." Heikki begged, so close he could almost taste it. "I hear you lovely." Stray groaned, thrusting harder and faster into the tight heat and speeding up his hand. That was all it took and the Finnish teen screamed, his body tightening almost painfully as he came. Stray's low whine just barely reached his ears, as he felt hot warmth fill him. Both teens slumped against the mattress, panting and shuddering from the aftershocks.

"Mmm...can see why everyone loves ya." Stray teased once he had regained his breath, earning him a muffled, indignant statement from Heikki. The Irish teen just chuckled and snuggled closer to the boy in his arms. Showering could come later. He wanted to cuddle. There was a moment of silence, before he asked softly. "Who's got ya all hot this time? Same fella?" He grunted when Heikki made a noise of affirmation. "I say we go with Plan B."

"Plan B?"

"Catch him, tie him down and seduce him with your charm."

Heikki laughed, shifting so he could wrap his arms around Stray. "We'll see, Aiden, we'll see."

"At least bring him over. And Heikki?"

"Mm?"

"Promise you'll invite me for plan B? I'd like to watch ya."

The Finnish boy smiled. "Promise. Now rest. I want to be functional later."