Chapter 7

Marik was waiting for the right moment to strike when he felt a sly tongue on the exposed skin of his stomach, which worked its way downwards into the soft tufts of hair of his pubic area. He tried to keep his mind focused as the invisible hands grasping onto his sides, scratching his skin lihtly with which could only be described as claws. His breath was slowly coming out in pants, and once again he wished he could see his mystery seducer.

The Cheshire Cat had actually given up on teasing, and was outiright trying to turn the other feline on. He remained invisible for the fun of it, adding to both Marik's frustration and arousal. The cat wondered how long he could keep teasing him for, lapping away at the flesh just above where he knew the blonde wanted it. The other's hard member bumped his chin, and paused his licking to brush his cheek against it before giving it a long suck.

Gasping loudly and bucking his hips into the unseen warmth. His eyes glanced all over but he still saw no sign of whoever was doing it. But then, just for a second, he saw the glint of something moving just a little above his eyeline. Staring at it, the shine disappeared and reappeared, as if it was attached to something that was swaying from side to side from the way it moved. He was mesmerized for a while as he tried to fouc on it, but Marik was quickly brought back to the present moment when that sly mouth began suckling on his balls.

The Cheshire Cat chuckled slightly, sending small vibrations that gave Marik a pleasurable shiver up his back. His claws were still lighly scratching Marik's skin, but had now moved to his exposed thighs, tickling the sensitive skin. For around the fifth time he wondered when the other feline was going to make some sort of move. After all, it wasn't everyday you were molested by some sort of invisible being.

Then all of a sudden Marik pounced, spinning the two felines over and pinning the slimmer Cheshire Cat to the ground. The shock of the attack startled him so much that his ability of invisibility was momentarily turned off, so to speak. Which ment, as Marik glared down at him with his narrowed violet eyes that the lion could actually see him. They were both panting harshly, Marik from arousal, the Cheshire Cat from shock.

"Who are you?" Marik snarled, demanding an answer from his mirror image. Through his lust hazed vision he managed to get a decent look at the other. It was strange seeing himself in such a submissive position but he didn't care at that moment. They shared the features, only it appeared this version of himself was slimmer and more agile than strong and powerful. The details didn't matter, it was the questions that did.

"I'm the Cheshire Cat, precious." The cat grinned, a little too widely for normal, showing off his razor white teeth. "I've been watching you for a while."

"I know." His grip in those slender wrists tightened. "Why?"

Somehow the Cheshire Cat shrugged. "It was fun. You're incredibly sexy you know." He teased, cocking his head to the side the same way Marik did himself. The cat's blodne hair was splayed about the grass below them

"Don't you think that's a bit narcissistic considering we look the same?" Marik growled, the pressure he had on the smaller's wrists lessened slightly, but he still had a firm hold of him.

"What ever do you mean?" The Cheshire Cat still grinned, entwining his tail with the other's, feeling it twitch and stop flicking around so much. "Come on, lets have some fun."

Marik's conscience tore him. One part of him wanted to give into his carnal desires and fuck the little kitty cat beneath him until he bled. The other half wanted to remain loyal to his master and run away to find him.

With his battling thoughts his grip on the Cheshire Cat's wrists loosened and the feline managed to free himself and wrapp his arms around Marik's neck. He pulled the other down and licked his ear, sending a tingle down the blonde lion's spine. "Come ooon~." The cat moaned, "Fuck me."

How could he resist such a pretty plea like that? Kicking his conscience in its metaphorical nuts he lunged forwards and captured the Cheshire Cat's lips in a fierce kiss, biting his lip and drawing precious red life. The blonde cat beneath him groaned loudly and managed to free his legs enough to wrap them around the other's waist, pulling them closer and grinding their crotches together.

Breaking the lip-lock, the cat moaned into Marik's ear. The lion held back one of his own at the sound. The tanned feline was sure as hell erotic, and he idly wondered how flexible he was, being a cat and everything. He lent down once again to bite at one of the purple and black furry eats protruding from the beneath the blonde spikes, and the Cheshire Cat mewled and pawed at his shoulders with his claws. His ears always were very sensitive.

Marik realised this as well, and with this new-found information he brought up a hand to pinch the one he wasn't biting and fondle it roughly. The Cheshire Cat's cries grew louder and more desperate, urging the lion on with a more forceful grind of his hips. The blonde eventually had to pull back panting, looking into the matching lust-clouded eyes of the one below him. The unasked question was answered when the Cheshire Cat tugged placed two fingers in his mouth and suckled on them erotically, drawing a soft growl and groan from the lion.

Getting the message, Marik unbuttoned the other's jeans, yanking them down and off and casting them aside over his shoulder. He also noticed that somewhere along the line he'd lost his own shorts, probably due to the wandering hands of the feline below him. He could barely contain his growl of arousal when the Cheshire Cat drew up his legs and shoved the two slick fingers in his own entrance.

Marik sat back on his heels and watched, almost drooling at the sight of the purple and black striped cat preparing himself. He still watched as he added a third and forth finger, ears twitching as the mewls and gasped that escaped the other's swollen lips served only to turn him on even more.

"Enjoying the view?" The Cheshire Cat grinned, panting heavily, eyes beckoning the other closer. "Its much more fun when you join in."

"Such a cocky little thing." Marik purred, crawling over and biting the Cheshire Cat's neck, bringing out a loud mewl and hiss from him and feeling his claws on his arm. When he felt the other hand too he guessed that the cat was ready, which was confirmed with a frustrated thrust of his crotch against his. "I bet you want my cock in that tight little hole of yours."

"Oh yes please, Mr Lion." The Cheshire Cat meowed, nibbling at Marik's ear as he gasps. "Pretty, pretty please."

Once again he couldn't resist the pleas of the slender feline, and he aligned his manhood with the other's entrance, and with a simple whimper from the one beneath him he thrust into him, making the Cheshire Cat emit a loud gasp that ended in a mewl and an arched back.

"Harder." The cat groaned, bringing his arms around Marik's shoulders to draw him close. The blonde didn't wait for the other to adjust as he slammed his member, thick and throbbing, into the other feline's tight passage. The Cheshire Cat threw his head back and howled, uncaring of who might be nearby to hear (not that there would be, as this part of the forest was part of the Duchess's estate).

Marik was spurred on by the Cheshire Cat's passion, thrusting harder and harder, delighting in the wonderful friction that the cat's tight heat gave him. His claws shredded the skin of the other's hips, and teeth tore at the shirt the other wore as ripped it off to bite his chest.

The other feline's own claws clutched and scratched at the other's back, absent-mindedly noting the scars he could feel under his fingertips and relishing in the glee that he was to give him more. Blood poured down their identically tanned skin as they bit and clawed each other in the throes of passion. Marik bit the tender flesh of the Cheshire Cat's neck as he delivered a particularly hard thrust, making him silent for a second or two as the lion managed to hit that special little bundle of nerves that made him see stars.

"I thought I'd never shut you up." Marik teased, now aiming for that little bundle with every thrust, earning a small but warm-hearted glare from the other.

"Why don't you shut up and fuck me harder?" The Cheshire Cat teased, once again leaning up to bite at the lion's ear. Marik growled and sped up the pace, once again making the cat throw his head back and howl in pleasure.

Soon he was reduced to but a few words and mere animalistic sounds. "Oh fuck, oh god, fuck!" The Cheshire Cat moaned, whimpering and thrashing around beneath Marik. His tail once more entwined with the other's, caressing the soft fur. The blonde lion could feel the cold hard metal of the piece of jewllery the cat wore in his tail, and in the back of his mind it registered that must have been what he saw swaying in the moonlight before.

"So close." Marik moaned into the Cheshire Cat's ear, tugging lightly at the golden hoop that adorned it.

"Yes, yes," The Cheshire Cat gasped as that pleasureable bundle of nerves was abused over and over. "Come for me, come in me, oh fuck."

The cat's dirty talk drove Marik closer to the edge, but it was the sharp fangs that suddenly bit his shoulder that gave him the little shove into oblivion, as well as the almost unbearable tightening of the hot passage his cock was encased in. The Cheshire Cat's bback arched sharply as his release exploded over the two of them, and Marik followed soon after at he was driven mad by the bite and the heat.

His vision blacked out for a while as he collapsed on top of the tanned cat, gasping for breath and his heart racing a mile a minute. Marik groaned softly, sleepy and exhausted, as he rolled off the other feline onto his side. He heard the one next to him shuffle around also and upon opening his eyes found the Cheshire Cat staring at him with that trademark smile.

"That was a fun ride." He said, teeth gleaming sharp in the oncoming daylight.

"Everything seems like a game to you." Marik mused, looking the other over, "Everything has to be fun."

"If it isn't fun, it gets boring." The Cheshire Cat explained, "One must enjoy life else it isn't life at all."

"And how to do you enjoy life?" The blonde asked as he gazed deep into the mirrored violet orbs.

"By living, of course, how else can you enjoy it?"