Delinquent Student and his Pet Teacher

His paw runs through the fur on his neck, careful not to make his shirt shift over the collar underneath. If only it hadn’t been this terribly hot outside today.

Puss walks behind his class making sure everyone is present when they walk back into the classroom. As soon as most of them enter, he paces to the door and counts them to make sure. Twentytwo, twenty- Oh hold on. Puss perks up, where are the canines? He peers into the room and recounts, his paw stops at the empty seats and he turns to the hallway. There was absolutely no way that he would just… leave like that?

Stunned, he takes two steps inside the class. “Next class will begin soon, right?” His eyes couldn’t leave the hallway in hopes the wolf might still walk up at any second. Two of the students quickly tell him he was correct and which class they have next. The small “Tss.” that left his mouth caught their attention and made them turn around. 

“Oh, *** is missing again!” 

Puss overcame a sudden wave of heat, was it panic or was it something else he wasn’t quite sure, but their realisation that he was looking for the wolf was what did it.

“Eh, again?” The other one sighs annoyed.

“I don’t know how he’s always able to sneak out like that, the teachers are always furious about it.”

Their conversation finally gets Puss’s eyes off the hallway and he listens intently. Now quick, before he says anything dumb he has to make it seem as least suspicious as possible.

“Furious you say.” He locks his arms into each other. “Might you two know how he always sneaks off the premise?” Puss huffs as if he wanted to accept the challenge of getting him back. “Oh, you better be careful about that.” 

“Yeah, it’s no use Mr. Boots. I’ve seen a lot of teachers try but he doesn’t listen to any of them.” The student waves her hand to emphasis that nothing can be done about it.

“Oh, Puss in Boots doesn’t back down from a challenge, girls!” He tugs and snaps at his shirt collar, instantly being reminded of what is underneath. The thing felt once again heavy on his neck, he swallowed down his reminder so he wouldn’t blow his cover.

“I’ve seen him sneak out from the back entrance from time to time…” one of them finally spouts some good information. The conversation continues but Puss doesn’t have any time to spare. He thanks them and quickly vanishes out the door charging into the fastest sprint he could manage after he rounds the corner.

At the back entrance, even before Puss could see him, one of the dogs chimes an alarm towards Muerte. The cat’s legs hit the first step down on the stairs outside and he stops dead. He was still here, thank god. The cat’s breathing was heavy and Muerte didn't move much. It looked like he had just finished a conversation, almost mid word he slightly tilted his head to him and when his red eyes landed on Puss the smile on his face returned.

“My, my, not letting me out of your sight today, Mr. Boots?” He chuckles and turns back away from him. Puss could hear the sound of a match before Muerte lit himself a cigarette. Hesitant to answer the wolf, Puss just stood there for a moment, his mind just catching up that he felt relief upon seeing the wolf here, he shuddered. “And you? You’ll just leave, or what?”

Without turning around the wolf huffs and puffs, letting the smoke linger for a second. “Well, something came up, why? So sad to see me go?” 

“Vete al demonio.” Puss pushes down the strong urge to spit his way, his glare met with the same smirk he always had in school.

“Hmm, You’ve been so well behaved today, you really want to ruin that?”

With those words he felt a sting in his chest, fear of having the chance to get the collar off ripped away from him, followed by an intense rushing heartbeat. The other dogs around them start to snicker and giggle, now the hot flash he felt, feels strongly of rage and embarrassment, he cursed the wolf again in his mind. With a quick flick of his chin, he ordered them to get back to class immediately, their laughter dimmed and they did as ordered. Puss gripped tightly onto his shirt, he couldn’t take his eyes off the ground while they brushed past him.

“I’ll see you th–” As Muerte spoke, another voice yelled loudly over him, making it hard to hear what he said. “Hey, you!! You’re not supposed to leave anymore!!” The voice came from up above and Puss instinctively jumped backwards further underneath the small overhang above the back entrance, to avoid the other teacher seeing him there. The wolf only turned his head a little further towards the other teacher, directly above the door screaming out of a window. Not really bothered by it he starts walking off and lifts his middle finger towards them.

The teacher’ strongs yelling faded into the background as Puss watched the wolf just leave him. Now alone at school, it felt like the thing around his neck was so heavy that it almost made his whole body feel weak. After a moment he tried to shake it off, he turned around into the hallway and was immediately greeted by the doberman waiting for him at the end. Puss glared at him, knowing he’d be sent by the wolf or something. “What? Are you supposed to keep watch of me, or what?” The urge to hiss pushed down his throat made his voice almost come out like a growl. “Chill, teach. I’m just here to make sure you got the message.” The dog seemed almost afraid Puss would hit him and it wasn’t too out of place, Puss was furious about the situation he’s been left with, feeling like Muerte had sent a babysitter to watch him. His brows frowned with curiosity. “The message?”

“Uh, all I was told was ‘the place he got ditched at’ and to be there same time.” The doberman threw a small bone shaped snack into his mouth before he left, he didn’t look like he knew what he was talking about nor did the dog really care. Puss watched him get caught by a teacher before he was dragged back to class, Puss knew what this meant. The place he ditched Muerte. Same street, same time after sundown, like he told him last time.

This time, Puss made sure he was there. The sun had only just started to set as he turned into the alley, this time in a casual outfit, no night time routine, no sword this time. His head held low, he took a second before he noticed the layout of the street. Everything was way more empty then last time, it felt almost cleaned up. The containers are gone, just a few trash bins and boxes here and there left. He really does a thorough job, that guy, but wasn’t he going to meet him here? It seemed like it was heavily deserted, even the buildings around the alley were empty, but Puss was sure this was the place where he was supposed to be. So he let himself sink into the corner of a building behind a box and waited.

With the moment of quiet Puss’s thoughts started to catch up to him. About how he had left Kitty, how he felt and reacted in that situation, that he had to make sure to check up on Kitty again. Could he even apologise again? Was that enough? His throat swelled up with his thoughts overwhelming him, he had to breathe. Breathe! His paw hammered on his lungs, these things were never of use when he needed it. He looked to the sky and wished he could have Perrito around him right at that moment. He breathes in, lets it sit for a while and breathes back out slowly. Relax, just relax, he told himself. He just had to wait.

Straddling his legs, he buries his head in his arms. Just relax and wait for the… the wolf. The grip on his arms tightened and he dismissed any thoughts about him as quickly as they came.

The sun had long set now and only the street lights were casting long shadows into the street. Puss still sat in the same spot, his eyes deep with exhaustion, ears twitching at any small rustling. Any sound louder than a leaf made him jump and turn each way of the street corner. The way left from him, empty, the way around the corner behind him, also empty. Nothing had happened for hours now and Puss started to feel desperate. Was the wolf now ditching him in return? That couldn’t be, he still has the punishment for that around his neck.

The faintest whistling he’s ever heard, singing the same bittersweet melody, got him back to his feet. It stopped way too quickly and Puss looked all over for where the echo of it could have come from. The strong heavy breath that replaced the whistle snapped his head towards the right direction almost in front of him. Puss hadn’t been that aware of it, but just across from him was a very tight opening between the two massive buildings in front of him. It was so small and completely dark, only the light on the other side showed him the silhouetted figure that stood there, leaning against the wall.

“Muy buen gatito.” His voice was rough and sounded way out of breath, but it still sent shivers down Puss’s spine. There he finally was. Puss could barely make out his outline in the darkness but the red eyes gave him away. He was hesitant to speak, but the moment grew so quiet and Muerte didn’t move nor did he say anything else. “What took you so long?” He was nervous but still dared to tease him. Muerte’s chuckle sounded softer than usual in return. He took two steps towards him and something very shiny hit the light just as he stopped again.

“Something came up, you know.”

The light reflecting off something metal hit the cat’s eye and turned his attention towards it. He saw blood dripping off a big rounded blade, held closely above the ground. He looked at his other paw and saw the same amount of blood dripping from it. “Who’s…” Puss felt his blood start to rush, who’s was it? Who did he kill this time? Did he come from Kitty’s place? That couldn’t be, he was so well behaved, Kitty should be– “Relax, gatito.” 

Muerte lifted his weapon to wipe his chin, which had even more blood dripping from it as it hit the light as well. “Your little gata is safe.” Puss could now see the weapon completely as it was lifted into the light. It was a sickle. Now Puss felt the heavy regret of not bringing his sword with him, Muerte just showed up with ridiculous new weapons and he was almost unarmed, what a joke.

Watching him stick to the shadows and being unable to move much nor stand up straight, Puss could tell that he was in a clearly bad shape, but that didn’t stop him from being intimidating. No, not with these new weapons of his.

“You like them?” He shifts his weapon and a second one in his other hand emerges out of the darkness, he positions them in quite the threatening manner just to show them to Puss. “A certain baker guy doesn’t want to let up and with the influx of his goons I thought I might invest in something nice.” Puss could see him wanting to move closer, his head leaned forward to reveal his snarling grin, the rest was still in darkness underneath the hood of his poncho. 

Still, puss relaxes his posture now that he sees Muerte isn’t able to move much. “Horner?”

“Yeah,” he flips one of his sickles and it clacks closed. “He really doesn’t give a shit about the lives of his bakers.” A laugh ends his words and he frees one of his paws by putting away the closed sickle. Puss watches said paw claw onto the wall he’s leaning on to stem himself up with great effort. “He doesn’t care how many of them die if he sends them to me.” The other sickle scrapes on the ground towards puss. “He doesn’t understand that there is no territorial fighting with me. That’s just not how things work around here. Quite the stubborn guy, don’t you think?”

The wolf seemed strangely talkative and less threatening today, did he already blow off some steam with the bloodbath he had caused before this or was this because he was pleased with Puss’s behaviour? Either way, Puss only grew impatient with his blabbering and wanted to know why he was there now. Muerte saw the angry stare in his face and chuckled again. “Oh yes, buen gatito needed something, right?” He drags himself around Puss, as if examining him before a fight, but Puss could see how his free hand held onto his own chest in pain underneath the poncho. There was no fight in him left, at least not towards Puss.

“Come with me.” He took his eyes off of him and walked down the street behind Puss.

The moment when Puss watched him leave, he was quite fond of forgetting his sword at home. It would have been way too easy and unfair to take him out as he is now. Puss scoffed, feeling quite confident in himself and he followed him down the street.

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More and more doors closed behind them and Puss looked nervously through the black, dark grey furnished and white walled apartment they were in. It was modern, sleek and absolutely spotless. He walked past the kitchen, still following Muerte into a room. Nothing in this apartment told him anything about the personality of the wolf, nothing. Puss stopped dead when he realised that he ended in the master bedroom. His eyes darted around, the large black closed and king sized bed were also just clean, as if this was just for show, completely untouched.

Nevermind that, Puss stopped trying to figure the wolf out and looked at what he was do— Naked! He was– No, no. He was just taking off his tops, Puss grabs onto his shirt in shock and turns away for just a second. Did he truly just panic over the wolf taking off his shirt? “Are you kidding me?” The words quietly left his mouth, not intending for them to actually come out loud. The wolf’s ears twitched in surprise and he turned his head to him. Even if Puss couldn’t really look at him, too scared that what he had told Kitty before could be true and too scared of whatever he was actually planning to do to him here, his eyes still landed on him for small blinking seconds. He saw how his face was once again half covered in blood, his back, as muscular and slim as it was, still seemed bruised and covered in wounds, or was it just the blood of his enemies seeping through the clothes, leaving spots on his fur?

“You like what you see?” Muerte laughs again. “What the hell do you want from me? Just… take this damn thing off.” Puss pulls at the collar around his neck and steps closer to him, his stare was fierce for just a second too long it seemed, “I-...I’ve been doing what you wanted me to do.” His gaze goes down to the floor again, upset that he just had to say these things, upset that the wolf kept blackmailing him like this, upset about himself falling for all of this. 

The wolf bunches up his clothes and throws them on the floor, Puss flinches involuntarily and the wolf notices. He noticed the disdain in his face and he noticed how jumpy he had gotten around him, what a wonderful sight indeed. Yet something in him called for more, something else.

“Oh? Did you hate it that much? Only makes me want to keep it on you, you look delightful in it.” He snaps his sarcastic grin at him again and Puss fires back immediately. “No, I LOVE it”

“Because Puss in Boots never backs away from a challenge, right?” And there he got him right where he wanted him again. The defiant stare, so ready to fight and all the better to make him fall on his face again.

The wolf moved himself to the bed, pain stung through him and he held onto a bloodstain on his side, both of them were unsure if it was really his blood or not. Not caring too much about it the wolf let himself fall onto the bed, he landed perfectly on his back, still holding onto his side and resumed an intense stare at Puss. Who could feel his skin tingle and his chest tighten with a heavy heartbeat, he knew what that stare meant. Absolutely not. He was not going to move onto that bed. No way in hell was he– The wolf flicked his chin to call him over.

“Are you going to take it off?”

“Come here and find out, gato.”

Damn this wolf. Damn him and the way he made him feel. Puss felt his breathing get heavy, wasn’t that one time enough already? He didn’t want something like that to happen again, he couldn’t let it happen again. 

The paw that was somehow grabbing onto his collar relaxed and let go. Not turning away from him he grabbed onto the end of the bed and pulled himself up. 

With his boots on the blanket he stood in front of him, now, even if just for a moment, now Puss was the one looking down on the wolf. “Hmm~ I can’t reach it from there, Gato.” The image of the wolf just sitting there on the bed, letting his empty paw stroke over his lap as if to tell him to sit right there , made Puss’s blood boil. He seemed way too relaxed with one leg almost dangling off the bed while the other was angled, almost as if spreading his legs towards him. His eyes still sinister as always fixated on Puss, he licked his teeth and seemed hungry for something .

“ Vas directo al infierno por esto, cabrón. ” Puss cursed him to hell under his breath, but Muerte just scoffed, it seemed like he enjoyed the hate thrown towards him. Puss couldn’t believe it, his body still moved towards him, doing as he was told, he sat down on his lap, looking him right in the eyes. 

“Do it then.” As if daring Muerte to even move, Puss kept his gaze strong and proud. He didn’t back down from nothing this day.

“Eager, eager now, are we?” His head tilted and he moved his hand from his wound towards Puss. “Why don’t you relax and enjoy your little time with me for a bit, hmm?” Seeing it covered in blood Puss caught it before he could even touch him. “You are not going to touch me with that.” It felt strangely easy for Puss to even hold him back right now, which confused the cat. He doesn’t seem that weakened.

Muerte seemed to agree and slightly pulled the blood covered hand towards his face, stopping right next to the cat’s head. 

The red eyes didn’t turn away from Puss, their stare still strong when he began to lick his own hand clean. The tongue so close to Puss’s face that it made him incredibly nervous. He didn’t want to take his eyes away from the wolf but the sound next to his ear made it so unbearably uncomfortable. His paw let go of the wolf’s wrist and he turned away. Was the wolf seriously trying to… seduce him like this? Or was Puss just going crazy in this situation? 

When he was done the wolf’s mouth then moved even closer to the cat’s ear. “Is that better for you?” No way would this ever work on him, what a laughable attempt that he tried. Puss felt himself flush with heat and he moved away ever so slightly from the wolf.

He couldn’t look back at Muerte now, embarrassed that this somehow worked on him. His eyes landed on the wound which Muerte held moments before, he was bleeding. He was still bleeding. That was definitely his wound. His blood.

His reaction to that was cut a little short when Muerte’s finger suddenly landed on his ass and pushed him upwards. Puss expected something along those lines, but still it made his breath stop and push himself away from the wolf’s fluffy bare chest. The finger slid down from his tail, reaching all the way below him, rubbing over his pants and stopped to circle almost the front of his pants. Puss grabbed onto Muerte's hand again to stop him, this time it wasn’t so easy to push away. 

“Where has the fight in you gone to, gato?” That extremely soft whisper in his ear made his heart jump again, truly, where has it gone? Puss still felt a fight in him, a fight with himself. His anger came back to show on his face, he pushed himself up and away from the wolf and stared right into his slightly open eyes. The fight in him, over why he had to endure this happening to him and why he was just taking it like that. But thinking about it now, it felt like his body had already betrayed him. He knew he did this just because he had no other choice. And yet. 

The wolf’s fingers that massaged between Puss’s legs with joy were getting slower, while his thumb made its way down the cat’s back underneath his pants to try and open them. Puss swallowed his urge to hiss in his face with an extreme pain in his throat, watching with hatred in his gut how he just layed there, so relaxed and with so much joy in his face.

His fingers reached the base of his tail again and as he was pushed down onto the wolf’s lap. He felt the bulge he got forced to sit on slightly rubbing onto him. The wolf sighed and leaned back. His free hand rustled on his own pants and with as much fear as Puss watched, they… never got anywhere. He looked back at Muerte to see him… asleep?