Feral

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.

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School officially started for Arlyn the day the class received their first major project. The English teacher had paired them up and given each pair a short story to read. They would then present a thorough review of their short story (with a bristle board), as well as submit a written review. Luck seemed to be with Arlyn, as the English teacher had paired him up with Heikki. He could handle the oral part and the design, so long as his best friend did the reading and the writing. They had received their short story in class - Heikki had started reading it and making notes - but the period had been shortened, so no other work had been done. The Finnish boy suggested they get together to work together on the project the following day after school. Strangely enough, Heikki suggested that they work at his house. The boy had never once invited Arlyn over, claiming that his parents were "away." Perhaps now he felt that the Welsh teen was trustworthy enough to come over. Arlyn's parents, on the other hand, didn't seem too pleased with him going over to Heikki's place, but agreed in the end.

And so, the next day after school, Arlyn walked right past his house, continuing down his street alongside Heikki. The Finnish teen was unusually quiet, and by the time they had turned onto the next street, Arlyn was finding the silence to be extremely unnerving. What was wrong with Heikki? He had never seen the boy like this. Did Heikki all of a sudden go quiet once he got past Arlyn's house and become all... subdued? It was very strange. Clearing his throat in hopes of breaking the silence, Arlyn asked in a voice he hoped sounded curious, "We almost there yet?" Heikki started as though his mind had been elsewhere, and blinked owlishly at Arlyn. "What?" Giving his friend a funny look, Arlyn repeated the question slowly. "Are we almost there yet?" "Oh. Right. Yeah, not too far." Before Heikki could slip back into his unnaturally-thoughtful state, the Welsh teen poked him gently in the ribs. "You okay? You don't look so good." "No, no I'm fine." The Finnish boy replied, smiling and brushing a few strands of orange hair out of his face. Somehow, Arlyn wasn't convinced. Something was up, and he wanted to find out. Before he could pester the boy with further questions, Heikki stopped, and nodded to their left.

"We're here."

Arlyn's blue eyes traced the paved driveway all the way up to the house at the top. It was an ancient-looking building, with at least three floors to it and was covered in ivy that nearly hid all of the grey brick from view. It didn't look particularly scary, but there was something definitely odd about it. Arlyn couldn't quite place how he felt about this strange building, but pushed aside his musing when Heikki started up the driveway. Trotting after his best friend, he asked in the most conversational tone he could manage, "Are your parents home today?" "I'm adopted." Heikki responded shortly, as he turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door. The pair stepped through the door and into the marble floored entrance way. Heikki kicked off his shoes, and moved towards the stairs. "You don't mind if I get changed, do you?" He called, and Arlyn shook his head.

Once the Finnish boy had disappeared up the stairs, he slowly slipped off his shoes. Arlyn had just set his shoes neatly beside Heikki's when something cold and furry brushed against his hand. Startled, the Welsh teen pulled his hand away, searching for whatever it was that had touched him. He found nothing, however, and stood up, puzzled. He could have sworn something rubbed against his hand.

"Don't worry. I don't bite."

The new voice caused the teen to jump, looking around for a second time in search of the source. Again, he found nothing. This was starting to get more than a little strange...

"Down here, silly."

Again, something cold - he assumed it was furry, as this time it touched his pant leg - brushed against him. Glancing down, Arlyn had to do a double take. A small, black cat was sitting on the marble floor, golden eyes staring intently up at him. Okay, he'd definitely lost it. Cats didn't talk. He had to be imagining things. Giving the cat a curious look - all the while reprimanding himself for thinking it had spoken - Arlyn walked towards the half-wall that separated the entrance hall from the living room. A yell, however, stopped him in mid-step, and he hastily pressed his back to the full-sized wall. After a few moments, he gathered up his courage and shuffled to the edge of the wall, peering carefully around it. There, in the living room, were two teenagers, currently facing off in what appeared to be a fighting game. The blonde was muttering curses under his breath in some foreign language, while the other teen was grinning smugly. The letters "K.O." appeared in bright red letters on the screen, and the blonde swore loudly. The teen with the eye patch - Arlyn had just noticed it when he turned his head - wagged his finger.

"I beat ya fair and square Mackerel! There's no need to be swearin' like tha'!"

The blonde just made a rude gesture in the direction of his counterpart, and reached (presumably) for another game. "I've had enough of this fucking game. We're playing something else." "Fine, fine." The patch-boy drawled, apparently not phased by the change in games. Just as the intro music started, someone tapped Arlyn on the shoulder. The Welsh boy jumped a mile, nearly squeaking in surprise. He had been so caught up in watching the other males that he hadn't heard Heikki come back downstairs. Putting a hand over his heart, Arlyn managed to gasp out, "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry, Arlyn!"

Heikki seemed quite flustered, not having expected to give his friend such a fright. He stood fidgeting while Arlyn slowed his heart back to a normal rate, before starting to speak. "So I thought we could work in the living room then, if I can get the boys to turn down the music a bit. We can do the reading first and then do..." The Finnish boy trailed off, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as Arlyn's blue eyes roamed over him. He hadn't really put on anything special (just some jeans and a t-shirt) yet Arlyn looked at him as though he had never seen anything quite like him. Heikki felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and finally said, "Arlyn?"

Arlyn had never seen Heikki out of school uniform, and right now he wished he'd seen him like this sooner. The uniform just didn't do him any justice. His Calico patterned hair was down from its usual short braid, the shorter strands framing his heart-shaped face. The t-shirt he was wearing was just a little too short, revealing a small line of tanned midriff that drew Arlyn's eyes to it almost instantly. Heikki had his belly button pierced. He could see the orange gem glitter in the light of the hallway. 'Green would look nice too. Match his eyes.' He thought, though had he been thinking straight he would have instantly disowned that thought. And the other teen's jeans! God, they must have been painted on him they were snug! He couldn't help but admire the way those jeans hugged that cute as- Arlyn was pulled from his rather blatant mental worship of his friend's body by the sound of his name. He blinked, a little stunned for a moment, before his brain caught up with his sex drive. Oh shit. His face turned scarlet, and he instantly looked away from his friend. Had he really been thinking that?! He wasn't gay, was he? That thought made him shudder inwardly - his dad would kill him at least fifty times over if he was gay - and Arlyn promptly attempted a "brain bleach" to rid himself of any kind of sexual thoughts about his friend.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, as neither seemed to know what to say. Luckily for them, Stray had spotted Arlyn, and decided it was the perfect time to figure out who this boy was (especially if he was the one Heikki liked). The Irish teen sauntered up behind Heikki, resting his elbow on the boy's shoulder and his head on his now-available hand. "Who's this, Heikki?" Glad for the interruption, the Finnish teen replied brightly: "This Arlyn. Arlyn, this is Aiden." "Pleasure's mine, lovely." Stray said with a grin, taking in this new boy. He wasn't a scrawny kid, but he wasn't a ball of fat either; easy on the eyes, but definitely not as pretty as his Calico. When no one said anything else, the Irish teen sighed and rolled his eyes. "We comin' in, or havin' the party in the hallway?" Reaching out, he grasped both boys by the wrist and pulled them both towards the living room. Once they were nudged unceremoniously onto the sofa, Stray returned to his video games.

There was silence for a moment, before Arlyn fished the novel out of his bag. "I suppose... we should get reading?" He was relieved when Heikki smiled at him and took the book, inwardly glad his friend didn't seem too shaken up by that incident in the hallway. He settled down next to the Finnish teen when Heikki began to read, starting to plan the project as the story continued. They could make it into a medieval themed bristle board, or maybe do something to do with the princess....His thoughts were halted by a soft groan that came from where the teens were playing video games, and Arlyn glanced towards the pair of them. He wished he hadn't looked the moment he caught sight of what they were doing. The blonde looked as though he was trying to beat Stray's score in some game, but was failing miserable since the said boy had his hand down the blonde's unbuttoned pants. Mackerel's face was flushed, as he tried in vain to focus on the game.

"Stray... ahn... Stray that's not f-fair...oh God..."

Stray grinned wickedly at his counterpart, keeping his grip loose and his strokes slow. Mackerel was sure to break under such teasing. Unfortunately for him, the blonde seemed to be very determined to continue playing the game, and this caused the Irish teen to pout. He was no fun. Time for the back-up plan. Aiden slowly slipped lower to the ground, crawling towards his friend's lap. Mackerel kept glancing suspiciously at him, though could never take his eyes away from the screen long enough to catch onto Stray's plan. Perhaps that was why he made such a startled noise and nearly dropped the game controller when Stray deep-throated him.

"Stray! I'm trying... fuck... don't...."

The Irish teen pulled back, giving the head a gentle lick. "Don't what, stripey?" He cooed, now quite settled between Mackerel's open legs. The Hungarian boy seemed torn between continuing with his game and allowing his friend to blow him. Tough choice; his pride or his erection. When Mackerel didn't answer right away, Aiden slipped his hand inside the teen's pants, gently teasing the sensitive flesh between the teen's balls and his entrance. The Hungarian teen jerked at this, his decision made for him. "Don't stop." He hissed, having a feeling that Stray would not tease as much knowing he got his own way. It would be worth it in the end. And Soma was quite right in his assumptions. After a smug grin on Stray's part, the Irish teen was putting his mouth to good use sucking Mackerel's cock. The videogame now forgotten, Soma's groans were muffled by his hand as he thrust slightly into Stray's willing mouth. It didn't take long for the Hungarian teen to come, biting down on his hand to successfully block any sound that was even thinking about making itself heard. Slumping back down onto his elbows, Mackerel tried, and failed miserably, to glare at Stray. The Irish teen just giggled, giving the head of Soma's cock a goodbye lick.

Arlyn sat stunned, having been unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic display that took place right in Heikki's living room. Didn't people usually do this kind of thing privately? Apparently not. His skin felt strangely hot, his throat constricted and it was very hard to breathe normally. His school pants felt tight...they had fit fine when he left school. Finally able to tear his eyes away, he stared pointedly at the sofa, his heart pounding in his ears. What was wrong with him? He wasn't supposed to like seeing stuff like that, was he? He really shouldn't-

"Dinner's ready!"

A voice called from the other room, causing him to jump for about the tenth time that day. He got carefully off the couch, stretching, before turning to look at Heikki. The teen set the book down on the coffee table, before getting neatly to his feet. He stood for a moment, before swaying rather dangerously. Arlyn stared at his friend, moving in a little closer to get a better look. He looked rather pale.

"You okay, Heikki?"

The teen opened his mouth to respond, before collapsing back down onto the couch.