Copyright 1999 Dazzababe/Luna Darkhaze

Imagine it's Halloween and you hear your doorbell ring. It's evening, too late for any young children to still be out. You open the door and find yourself presented with the view of Darren and Daniel wearing just gem-covered collars, holding each other's leash.

"What are you supposed to be, little boys?" Both exchange a look and smile.

"We're kittens. Meow, meow!" Darren says, pretending to bat the leash end Daniel is dangling in front of him. Daniel nods and rubs his head against Darren's, purring loudly.

"Well," you say, "I can give you boys some candy...or you can give me a treat by coming in and entertaining me."

"Oh, can we please?" Darren demurely asks.

You open the door to welcome them; they walk in, still holding each other's leashes. As soon as it closes, they look to you for instruction. "I've always wanted kittens," you say, "can you put on a show for me?"

"Meow, meow," says Daniel, batting around Darren's leash lead. The glitter from their bodies gleams in the harsh flourescent light as they entangle their limbs and nuzzle each other.

"Good friendly kitties," you beam. "Would you like a treat now?"

"Meow, meow," they both say, sitting up on their knees. You take two pieces of Halloween chocolate and pop one into each of their mouths. Grateful, they purr, signifying their happiness.

You consider the purring pile of glittering loveliness before you and get a wicked idea; you make a run for the kitchen and come back to the pair of feline curiosities with a box behind your back. "Another treat for us?" Daniel asks hopefully, padding forward.

You smile mischievously. "Indeed it is..." is all you say before lightly sprinkling the contents of a box marked "catnip" lightly over Daniel's head. Darren immediately perks up and rushes to Daniel, sniffing his skin before licking it avidly. Daniel rolls on his back and closes his eyes, surrendering himself to Darren's tongue, which you watch traveling down Daniel's neck and chest. Daniel thrashes back and forth, high on the herb, as Darren rubs himself all over Daniel's smooth flesh. The rubbing is followed by little kitty kisses, down the hairless chest and onto the flat belly.

It was always said catnip was a feline aphrodasiac. Now you know it's true.

The purrs mix in with low moans. You giggle to yourself--no ordinary kitten can do that. The glitter dazzles off Darren's back--red, blue, green, silver. Many different colors dancing under the lights. Using only his head, Darren spreads apart Daniel's legs, nuzzling himself closer under the loincloth. It's then you realize real kittens don't wear loincloths.

But then again, these aren't real kittens.

The box still in your hand, you sprinkle more catnip over their shiny, sweaty bodies, chuckling as this tiny addition of herb sends the prone pair into a slight frenzy.

Completely oblivious to your presence, Darren makes a sexy little growl, and rips off Daniel's sparkly little loincloth. His hand darts out and quickly closes around Daniel, whose purring is momentarily interrupted by a small gasp. Darren rasps his tongue back up Daniel's chest while moving his hand in a manner suspiciously similar to a cat kneading its claws in and out, over and over.

Daniel closes his eyes for a long moment, then opens them again, the green orbs looking particularly feline-slitted with lust. The blond kitten roughly pulls Darren's head from its frantic grooming and into a deep kiss, quite unlike the earlier kitty kisses.

Their tongues in each other's mouths, their melody is a mixture of purring and moaning. Daniel closes his hand over Darren as Darren was doing to him. When the kittens come up for air, they return to nuzzling each other's necks and faces before sinking into another deep kiss. Becoming more passionate, Daniel rips off Darren's loincloth. "Ffft," hisses a shocked Darren, but only for a second before he resumes his purring. They roll around on the floor, hands still on one another. The dark-haired kitten resumes his kitty grooming, back down his blond companion's body, until he reaches his favorite part again. With pure feline grace, he takes Daniel into his mouth.

Daniel's eyes widen, and you can almost see his imaginary pointed ears stand up in surprise. Then he shudders and moans, bringing his hands into Darren's fur-like hair. Curling his tongue, Darren purrs and delicately twines it around. Eyes sparkling with feline mischief, he seems to be enjoying the increasingly feverent moans from Daniel. The blond kitten curls his fingers into claws and firmly grasps Darren's silken, short hair, pushing his head downwards.

Darren pauses his grooming for a second to turn his head slightly, fixing you with a sudden, sharp, amused glance that tells you he hasn't forgotten he has an audience. In fact, he seems to be checking you are still watching before turning his head back and deliberately nibbling, using little tiny kitten nips. Daniel's back arches in reaction, his moans turning briefly into a yowl of lust.

Hot white liquid erupts down the sides of Daniel's sensitive part as his howling slows down. Darren laps it up as if it were milk. Calm again, Daniel resumes purring, letting the dark-haired kitten clean him off.

"What good kitties!" you exclaim.

"Mrrow," Darren replies, nuzzling his head against Daniel's chest. The blond kitten responds by lowering his dark-haired companion on the floor, so he is now lying on his stomach. Darren twitches. Daniel is now grooming Darren from behind, licking his way down. The purring once again resumes.

"Meow," Daniel says to you, listening to Darren's purrs and moans for reaction, continuing to wash all the way down, until he is between Darren's strong, toned cheeks. Darren squirms in anticipation at the touch of Daniel's tongue on the bare skin of his rear, mewling impatiently.

Daniel continues to tease Darren seems ready to tear Daniel apart with his bare claws from the frustration of waiting. Chuckling very unfeline-like, Daniel suddenly sticks out his tongue and runs it from the base of Darren's spine up, in one long rasping stroke, and when he reaches Darren's neck, he playfully bites his shoulder while pressing the length of his body against Darren's. Darren gasps and mews in shock, freezing for a moment as Daniel nuzzles against his neck, continuing his grooming of his shoulder, ignoring the long shudder running down Darren's spine.

Covering your mouth, you try not to giggle as the shock on Darren's face slowly fades into a dazed look, as he's obviously being overwhelmed by the warm weight covering him. But he doesn't seem to mind at all, in fact, the dazed look on his face is morphing into one of pure bliss. Daniel is running his cock against Darren's smooth crevice, the nuzzling moving upward to Darren's ear. How feline and yet how human at the same time. Daniel finds a rhythm for the two of them, reaching around to play with Darren's engorged sex. Steady and smooth, Daniel's lips move back to Darren's, and they are once again sharing a deep kiss.

Involved in their passion, their mews and meows turn into moans and sighs. The way Daniel is moving, their erections practically rubbing together, they both forget you're in the room. No way you're going to disturb them now.

Darren is grasping the floor for dear life as sensations within the duo magnify and build, until the intensity becomes too much, and Darren lets out a sharp cry, telling you he's at his peak.

Daniel is all feline at the moment; he moves with predatory swiftness and surety down to engulf Darren like a sleek lion closing in for the kill. And Darren does seem to be dying from the pleasure, crying out Daniel's name in a long drawn-out yowl. He slumps in Daniel's arms, and for a moment you fear he actually did expire, but then you notice that Daniel is unconcerned, lovingly and carefully licking the milk-like drink Darren had given him.

After a moment, Darren rouses and stretches, smiling at Daniel and tussling Daniel's golden head with loose fingers. Once again just like kittens, they give each other sweet kisses as they snuggle close, holding hands as they languish into a catnap.

You watch them for a few minutes, noting how peaceful and adorable they look before you realize that yes, they are sleeping in your living room. You try to wake them up, but they are in a deep, cat-like sleep. "Um, guys..." you say, trying to rouse them, but how can you do that, after hearing their content purring, smelling their sweet kitten smell. No way you can just put these cats out.

"Oh, what the hey," you say to yourself, turning out all the lights so you can go to sleep yourself. Before you do though, you set out a bowl of choclate--their cat treats--for the morning, and a bowl of water. Such darling kitties.

"Besides," you say softly as you head upstairs to your own warm bed, "I still have plenty of catnip."