A Game of Cat and Mouse

A/N: This is my first experimentation into furry fiction, so please be gentle. As always I love comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism, so feel free to leave a review. (pretty please?)

Special thanks to "melo" this fiction was inspired by our RP, and to "Papa" who helped me come up with names and encouraged me to keep writing when I'd run out of steam. Uber-luvs to you both. ♥

Please be aware that this is massively un-betaed, as I'm posting it at 2am, and haven't given it a re-read, so please forgive and mistakes, and feel free to point them out for immediate correction.

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Gydeon’s tail flicked wildly with excitement as his yellow
cat eyes scanned the fading light of the grounds surrounding his estate. The
pale moonlight cast faint shadows giving his prey plenty of hiding places. But
the little rodent wouldn’t be escaping tonight. For weeks the Earl been watching
as the bold little mouse snuck onto his property, broke into his store houses,
and stole his food. Yes, for weeks he had been watching, but tonight he would
put an end to the mouse’s thieving ways.

He closed his eyes almost all the way as a cool breeze
carried the thief’s scent to his sensitive nose, and a small purr of
anticipation began in his throat. His ears stood at full attention as he
listened carefully. Finally he heard it, the tiny groan of protest from the
store house door that signaled the mouse had made his selection, and was
returning with his stolen prize.

Gydeon slinked silently into the moonlight, standing just
outside the building, staring at the mouse’s back as he shut the door slowly, in
an effort to minimize the sound. His eyes held a dangerous, excited gleam in
them; that of a predator stalking its prey.

As the mouse turned around, he jumped, and dropped the loaf
he was carrying, eyes going wide, and a small squeak of fear was heard amongst
his words. “D-don’t be mad at me!” he begged.

Gydeon laughed, though he wasn’t really amused.  “Mad? Why
would I be mad…you’ve only stolen several meals from me, but it’s ok, you’re
about to make up for it.” Gydeon took another deep draw of the mouse’s scent.
The way it mixed with his fear made his mouth water in anticipation. His ears
flicked as he heard the faint, rapid pounding of his prey’s heart, the sound
sent adrenaline rushing through him. “I just love the taste of mouse,” Gydeon’s
eyes narrowed into yellow slits, and he flashed a grin that showed his fangs.

The mouse squeaked, eyes widening in terror as he clutched
the cheese he held tightly and bolted into the shadow of the building. Gydeon
lowered his head a little, tail flicked excitedly as he took off after his
speedy meal. He chased him around the back side of his estate, smirking when the
scent of the cheese, and the mouse forked into different directions where the
mouse had clearly tossed it away in an effort to confuse him. Too bad for his
furry little playmate that his actions only served to make him easier to track.
Gydeon paused to scent the air, and took off after him once again. 

Gydeon couldn’t help but smile as the scent trail thinned
when he approached the stable, masked by the overwhelming smell of the horses.
Smart little mousey, aren’t you? He stepped into the stable with
deliberate footfalls, designed to let the mouse know exactly where he was,
walking slowly up the aisle, ears trained on every sound, and flicking toward
each one, tail quivering in anticipation, nose carefully sorting out the scents.

“You think hiding in here will save you?” He asked as he
took a heavy, slow step. “Think my senses are that weak?” another loud
step, and a small grin as he picked up on the scent of fear before rodent.
“Think again!” he yelled, throwing the door to the tack-room open, his tail
doing some fancy maneuvering to keep him from losing his balance as the mouse
darted between his legs and ran into the darkness of the night outside.

Gydeon chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with the excitement
of the chase as he bounded after him into the darkness. This time the fear made
him easy to follow, and it was making him clumsy, Gydeon picked up on several
noises and squeaks as he chased the mouse back through his estate.

When they’d come full circle, and Gydeon passed the store
room again, his smirk faded as he concentrated. He was having a problem sorting
out the old scent trails from the fresh ones. He muttered a soft curse under his
breath as he circled slowly, scenting the air, going mad with the effort to find
the trail. The mouse very nearly might have gotten away using this tactic. He
might, that is, if he hadn’t let out an involuntary squeak of fear when Gydeon’s
shadow passed on the other side of the door to the maintenance shed he’d been
hiding in.

Gydeon’s ears flicked in the direction of the building, and
he immediately ripped the door open, shutting it behind him. His eyes surveyed
the even darker room and finally saw his prize, huddled in the corner, in a
curled up ball, trembling in fear.

“P-p-please…d-don’t…e-eat…m-me!”  The mouse begged on the
verge of tears.

Gydeon’s tail flicked faster, and his ears went back, head
lowered and shoulders hunched as he leapt forward, pouncing on his
soon-to-be-meal and pinning him to the ground, sitting on his hips, gathering
his wrists in one hand and pinning them over his head.

“Don’t eat you?” Gydeon flashed another fang-bearing grin
that sent shudders down the small form below him. “That would make all the
effort in chasing you rather a waste, now, wouldn’t it?”

The mouse squeaked as his tears started to fall, and Gydeon
leaned forward, licking the tears and purring deeply.

“I d-don’t want to die!” The mouse pleaded, squirming under
him, trying futilely to free himself of the larger being.

Gydeon snorted out a short amused sound as he extended the
claws of his free hand. “Perhaps you should have thought of that before stealing
from me,” Gydeon scolded, trailing a single claw down the mouse’s shirt, the
claw taking a line of skin with it, and leaving a thin line of blood in its
wake. When the shirt had been cut all the way down, Gydeon pushed it open,
smirking down at his trembling, sobbing prey as he licked the line of blood.

“Mmm, mousey, you taste divine,” he purred approvingly.

The mouse’s eyes went wide, and he squeaked and whimpered,
struggling with renewed desperation. Gydeon groaned and shivered slightly as his
every wiggle made contact with his groin, and, was getting him rather aroused.

Gydeon growled low, and the sound was enough to give the
mouse pause. Gydeon took the moment to glance around, spotting and grabbing some
coarse rope, and using it to bind the mouse’s wrists together, and then to tie
them to the leg of a utility shelf that was bolted into the floor. The mouse
whimpered and pulled against the binds to test them, squeaking when the ropes
bit into his wrists. Gydeon laughed darkly at his efforts, and leaned in close
to his ear to whisper. “Trust me, mousey, if there’s one thing I know how to do,
its tie knots, you won’t be getting out of that unless I wish you to.” He
smirked before licking again at the mouse’s tears.

“Let me go!” The mouse yelled hysterically as he trashed
harder below him.

Gydeon let out a low, long, moan, his eyes rolling back
slightly in pleasure as his arousal was brushed repeatedly. “Seems you’ll be
sating a different sort of hunger first, little mouse,” Gydeon growled as he
ripped his victim’s pants off, raising an eyebrow at the mouse’s own partial
erection, and the blush that colored his cheeks.

“W-what are you going to…” the mouse’s words broke off, and
his eyes went wide with terror as Gydeon stood and removed his own pants,
revealing an enormous erection.

Gydeon smirked and took the moment of silence to settle
between the mouse’s legs, running his hands down his legs before lifting them,
and pressing his length to the mouse’s entrance. That seemed to snap the mouse
out of his dazed state, and he began to kick and squirm in an attempt to get
away.

Gydeon glared down at him, and gripped his legs to the
point of pain, making them still their efforts. “I can kill you after or, if you
prove to be too much trouble, before, it makes no difference to me,” he snarled
in warning.

The mouse went pale at his words, but stilled completely.
The defeated look in his eyes gave Gydeon a small case of the creeps, so he
rested the mouse’s legs against his shoulders and ran his hands over his body,
sliding them down his thighs, over his pelvis, and up his sides, smiling a
little when his cock twitched and he arched ever so slightly into his touch.

“That’s a good mousey,” he cooed, the danger in his voice
strangely offset by his tone, “you like this, don’t you?” Gydeon couldn’t help
but grin as the mouse shivered at his question. He ran his thumbs over the
smaller form’s nipples, eliciting a small moan, and another, more obvious arch.
“Did you steal from me hoping I’d catch you?” He asked, his tone that of a
parent knowing their child was guilty and wanting them to confess. The mouse
didn’t reply, he only flushed slightly, and looked away.

Gydeon growled a little to get his attention and pressed
harder against his entrance. “Did you?” he demanded again.

“Y-yes…maybe…” the mouse yelped.

“So you wanted this then,” Gydeon reasoned, as he began a
mercilessly slow but steady entry into the mouse’s tight hole.

The mouse whimpered and cried out, forcing himself to relax
to the painful intrusion, squirming under him again. “No, no! I didn’t want
this!” He cried out loudly, eyes brimming with tears at the pain and the shame
as his cock grew fully aroused.

Gydeon moaned when he was fully seated in the small form
beneath him. He was almost painfully tight, and it sent shivers of pleasure
through the cat. He chuckled darkly, letting one hand trail down the mouse’s
taunt stomach and pelvis, gripping his cock firmly, almost painfully. “Your body
says otherwise, little one.” He stroked the mouse firmly a few times, running
his thumb over his slit just to watch him squirm. “So you’re a liar and a
thief.”

“No…I’m…ah!”  The mouse was silenced and held stock still
as one of Gydeon’s claws slipped inside his slit, his eyes went wide at the odd,
yet not entirely un-pleasurable sensation, though he was vividly aware of the
potential danger should either of them move quickly.

“Now, I’ll ask again…” Gydeon’s voice held a hint of a
threat to it as he pulled his claw out a little, and slid it carefully back in,
“you wanted this, didn’t you?”

The mouse had to fight not to shiver at his captor’s tone.
“Y-yes I w-wanted it,” he squeaked out.

“Hn,” Gydeon snorted, withdrawing his claw and licking at
the bead of pre-cum it had collected.  “Mmm. Mousey…every part of you tastes
lovely.” Gydeon could only chuckle darkly as the mouse looked away with burning
cheeks. His laughter soon died down though, and turned to small moans as he
pulled slowly out of the mouse, almost all the way, and then slammed back in,
fast and hard, making the mouse writhe and squeal, his tears rolling down his
cheeks as his cock freely leaked pre-cum.

Gydeon smiled, liking the reactions that had brought on,
and repeated it several times, angling to hit a particular spot inside the mouse
that made his cock twitch and his squeaks turn into whimpers. His thrusts grew
faster and harder as he neared his climax, when suddenly an idea struck him, and
a wicked grin crossed his face.  Gydeon pulled out of the small form, and
gripped the mouse’s hips flipping him roughly onto his knees, smirking as he
yelped when the rope bit into his wrists further as it twisted tight.

Gydeon re-entered his prey roughly, and grabbed a bowl,
placing it under him, and angling his cock at it, stroking him roughly as he
pounded into him.  The mouse gasped and groaned, every thrust causing his
unprotected knees to scrape along the rough floor, and his aching wrists to pull
against the torturous ropes, none of which he was able to concentrate on due to
the searing pain and pleasure in his backside, and the building need in his
core.  Coherent thought and the ability to form words left him as Gydeon
continued his assault. The only sounds he could make were a string of frantic
squeaks and lusty moans.

Gydeon used his free hand to claw slowly at the mouse’s
shirt that still clung to his back due to the earl tying him up before
undressing him. His claws shred cotton and flesh and he pulled the strips of
clothing free, licking long, slow trails along the multiple bleeding scratches,
purring loudly at the taste of his prey.

Finally Gydeon’s thrusts slowed, though his stroking
remained firm and insistent as he leaned in to whisper to him. “I’m going to
make you cum so many times you fill up this bowl, you hear me, boy?” he purred
slowly.

W-why” the mouse stuttered, the fear easily heard in his
voice.

Gydeon grinned and ran a rough tongue over the mouse’s ear
before grinning and answering in a whisper. “I’m going to use it as a dipping
sauce for your insides”

With that the mouse’s body was tensing and arching, and he
cried out his orgasm, coming hard into the bowl, coating the bottom of it in
thick ropes of his seed. His body trembled with both fear and ecstasy as he rode
wave after wave of pleasure.

Gydeon shuddered out his own orgasm as he felt the mouse
tighten around him, growling loudly as he filled the boy with his seed, stroking
him until he’d spilled every last drop into the bowl, before they both collapsed
in a breathless heap to the floor.

Gydeon reached over and untied the mouse, wiping the tears
from his eyes. “Luke, baby, you ok?” he asked softly, nuzzling into his lover’s
neck.

Luke nodded slowly, blushing a little. “That was the most
convincing game of cat and mouse we’ve ever had…”

Gydeon laughed softly, his voice much warmer now. “Did you
enjoy it little one?”

“Yes, very much so, you know predator play is a kink of
mine.”

Gydeon smiled and kissed his lover deeply. “Indeed I do,
now we have to figure out how I’m going to top that one next time.”

Luke looked at him curiously, knowing that Gydeon was not
previously a big fan of these games, and wondered if he was starting to warm up
to them, “Next time?”

Gydeon grinned, his tail wrapping around them as he pulled
his mouse closer. “Well, you still have a ways to go to fill up that bowl,” he
mused with that dangerous gleam in his eyes that made Luke flush and look away.

“Y-yes Sir,” was the last words either of them would speak
as sleep claimed them both.