Chapter 12

The Mad Hatter blinked in confusion, a little worried at the flustered state of his new companion. "Yeah, there's nip in it. The White Rabbit grows it."

"Fuck!" Marik panted, the cup dropping out of his hands and crashing on the floor. He lent forwards and rested his head on his knees, breathing deeply and grabbing at his hair. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Now he knew why his body felt so hot. Catnip had a fast and extreme effect on him, and even the smallest amounts could drive him into a hyperactive and lust-filled frenzy.

"What's wrong what's wrong?!" The Mad Hatter shouted, kneeling down in front of the lion to look him over.

"Are you an idiot?" Marik snarled, a keening whine threatening to escape his throat. "Catnip is a freakin' turn-on for cats! It makes us all insane and horny."

"But you're not a cat!" The Hatter protested, stroking the blonde's wild spikes, not realising the effect it was having on him.

Marik held back a purring moan. "Yes. I. Am." He panted out, "You. Fucking. IDIOT! Lions are fucking felines, and felines mean cats."

"Oh." The Mad Hatter's eyes widened as the realisation dawned on him. "Oh, bloody hell. Shit, sorry! Oh my god, I didn't know. I didn't know!" The blonde boy wailed, suddenly drawing Marik into a hug. "I didn't know, I'm sorry!"

Marik shoved him away hard, the simple touches of comfort the Hatter was giving him were doing nothing to help. If anything they were driving him even more crazy. His body was overheating, most of it flowing downwards and making his pants uncomfortably tight. "Just, don't touch me." He growled. Even with seeing the Ringleader with someone else hadn't swayed his loyalty to the manipulative man. He might have been seduced by the Cheshire Cat but he wouldn't willingly betray him again.

"Hey hey, shush shush." The Hatter crawled over to him again and held his face in his hands. "What can I do to make you better?" It was an innocent question, and Marik saw the complete sincerity in the other tanned boy's eyes. And so he felt a slight pang of guilt when he lunged forwards and claimed the Mad Hatter's lips for his own.

The Hatter was startled for a moment or two as his mind tried to work out what was going on. Eventually it clicked when he thought about what Marik had said about catnip being a 'turn-on' for cats. Wanting to help in any way he could, the Mad Hatter began to kiss the lion back.

Feeling a timid tongue stroke his lips Marik opened them and let the younger boy deepen the kiss. His own tongue darted out and thrust itself into the moist cavern of his mouth. He brought his hands up to tangle in the blonde hair, then he felt hesitant hands grasp his legs and gently stroke them. He purred into the Hatter's mouth. Inwardly he cursed. Catnip made him so annoyingly submissive and it annoyed the hell out of him but damn, did he ever got a good fucking out of it.

With that thought in mind the blonde lion fully pounced on the other, tackling and pinning him to the floor, mouths still glued together. That act brought the Mad Hatter out of his shy shell and forced him to retaliate with more passion. His arms wrapped around Marik's neck as their kiss got fiercer, teeth clashing together in their frenzy.

In the back of his mind Marik hoped that for once he'd get to top while under the influence of that god-damned catnip, but his mind soon changed when the Mad Hatter rolled them both over, shoving the table out of the way and sending the teapot smashing to the floor. The Hatter rolled his hips, grinding them into Marik's which in turn made him break the lip-lock and let out a lusty whimper. The smaller blonde let out his devious side as he did it again, licking up the side of the lion's exposed neck and noting that someone had already played with his new pet.

Marik let out another whimper as the Hatter nibbled at his neck, trying to arch into the touch and get more attention on the areas of his body he needed it. He felt nimble fingers undo his torn shorts and he himself managed to tear the other's black shirt off before beginning his work on the belt and button of the boy's pants.

"That was my favourite shirt you naughty naughty kitty." The Hatter murmured into his ear before nipping at it, once more drawing out a whine from the one below him. "Don't you dare tear my pants as well."

Taking this as a challenge, Marik smirked before capturing the Mad Hatter's lips again as he used his claws to tear open the blonde's pants. His defiance earned him a bite on the lip, which drew blood slightly, and as the Hatter pulled away he sucked on it seductively.

Once they were both devoid of any clothes, the slender blonde pressed three fingers against the lion's lips, silently asking him to suck on them, which of course Marik did. He coated them heavily in saliva, damned if he was going to be screwed with no lubrication. He regretted that the last time he did it (he couldn't perform properly for nearly three days).

One thing Marik was a little surprised about was how aggressive the Mad Hatter had turned out to be. At first he was quite shy, a little crazy and basically a bubbly ball of nonsense. Now he was practically the perfect top. Marik's thoughts were interrupted from going any further when the Hatter pulled his fingers out of his mouth and wriggled two of them into his entrance. The blonde's back arched and he mewled in pleasure, moaning out a scream for more. His tail was curling and twisting in excitment.

Once more deciding to be devious, as he plunged the two fingers in and out of the lion's warm passage, the tanned Hatter lent down and sucked the other's erection into his mouth, causing Marik to cry out and thrust his hips upwards to gain more of the delicious sensations. The Mad Hatter laughed, which sent vibrations down the lion's shaft and had him mewling for more, clawing at his shoulders and pressing his head down in a plea for more. He easily complied, beginning to move up and down the stiff member and suckling on it with a rather intense pressure that made Marik scream and moan.

Two fingers became three, and with all their wriggling and stretching they managed to find that lovely little ball of pleasurable nerves that Marik was insanely glad to have. Once found and fondled, the blonde lion became a writhing puddle of goo under the double attack from the front and back. "Nyah~ more!" He begged, bringing a hand up to his mouth and biting his fingers in order to prevent more embarrassing sounds leaking out. "Please~!"

"With pleasure, Mr Lion." The Mad Hatter said as he pulled back and stretched himself over the more muscular violet eyed feline. He was a little more careful than Marik had been with his other feline friend, gently pushing his manhood into the lion's entrance, watching for any signs of pain on his flushed face.

But Marik fet no pain, only wonderful pleasure. For about the tenth time he mewled for more, pawing at the blonde above him and running his fingers through his long blonde hair. He moved his hips impatiently, a signal for the Hatter to get moving. He did, slowly at first, but upon Marik's insistance the pace sped up a lot faster pretty quickly. The spikey blonde gave up trying to hold back his cries, and openly threw his head back to scream out in pleasure as the Mad Hatter rammed against his prostate over and over.

And then all of a sudden the Hatter pulled out, causing Mark to whine and protest loudly, opening the eyes he didn't realise he'd shut to find out what was going on, only to be rolled over onto his stomach and rammed into again. This new angle managed to hit that pleasurable bundle of nerves in a totally new way, and that new way was amazing. Marik yowled as that pleasure spot was tortured over and over again, resting his head on the carpet and clutching at his hair.

"Oh fuck, more!" The blonde begged, "Please, more, oh fuck MORE!" He struggled to breathe, the catnip in his system heightening the sensations he felt beyond belief. He was quickly becoming unravelled and he wondered how much longer he could last.

Marik knew the answer couldn't be much longer when the Mad Hatter snaked an arm around his waist and began harshly stroking his weeping member, causing him to lose all coherance and be reduced to mewls and moans. The closer he got to the edge the quieter he became, and the blonde Hatter above was delighting in his little gasps and growls.

It was once again a bite to the shoulder that send him careening over the edge of oblivioun, eyes wide open as his vision whited out for a moment or two, coming all over the carpet with a loud cry of pleasure. The Mad Hatter wasn't too far behind as Marik's passage tightened around his member, increasing the delicous pressure ten-fold. He thrusted two more times before emptying himself inside the warmth of the lion.

They collapsed on the floor, the Mad Hatter sliding back to sit down exhausted, Marik rolling to the side in order to catch his breath. The nip was still coursing through his system, and he willed it to go away because he didn't want to betray his beloved King again. Yes, this counted as betrayal to him, even though practically moments ago he'd caught the man doing something exactly the same.

"Hey, Hatty, you in there?" A knock at the door caught both of the tanned blondes' attention. Marik recognised the voice as the March Hare's, and he growled when he thought about what he'd seen before.

Noticing Marik's annoyance and anger, the Mad Hatter took a long coat from the hat-stand nearby and put it on while he answered the door. "What's up?" He asked, looking as innocent as possible.

"Did that lion come this way? Akefia is going mental searching for him." The March Hare asked, and, unable to move and hide himself, the lion wondered exactly what the Hatter would reply.

"Sorry, no." The blonde answered his friend. "I bumped into him but he ran off somewhere. I have no idea where. Maybe he went back to Diamond Woods. That's where he came from before right? Or maybe he went the other way to Club Beach. He's a cat, he'd love the fish-"

"Thank you, Crazy." The March Hare interrupted his companion's ramble. Marik heard him sigh. "Fuck, he caught me and the Ring King screwing on the table."

"Yeah, and?" The Mad Hatter asked, tightening the coat around him. Apparently the March Hare didn't notice or care that the blonde wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

"That lion, Marik was it?, is head over heels for that Ringleader whether either of them realise it or not. I don't want either of them doing something stupid and getting caught by the Queen." The white haired hare explained, actually sounding worried.

"Well, if he shows up again I'll get him to stick around. Where's Akefia gone now?" The Hatter asked, mindful of keeping the door closed enough so Marik wasn't in view.

"He's looking around the garden. If Marik's gone wandering then I think he said he'd go look closer to Club Beach." The Hare replied, The Mad Hatter nodded in response.

"Ok, thanks for letting me know." The lavender-eyed boy nodded and made to shut the wooden door. "See you later, Marchy."

"Yeah, later." Marik heard the sound of boots on the gravel pathway before the door clicked shut. He still lay catching his breath besides the sofa.

The Mad Hatter came over to him and gently stroked his hair. "You can stay here for a while, if you want. But you're going to have to find that master of yours if you want to go home."