Delinquent Student and his Pet Teacher

“You wanna know why I was at horner’s that night?”

None of them said a word, Muerte followed a few steps behind the feline as they made their way down the street towards his home. Looking at him, Muerte could hardly see the fear in him, but it was still present, a small accent in his perfume. He didn’t know what to do with the look on the feline's face, he wasn’t exactly angry, but more than just serious with him, something he hadn’t seen on his face yet, something he didn’t know what to do with. 

His red eyes glanced around, they were in the middle of the public, quite the amount of people around them, only few gaps between them. Clever, gato, clever. Not giving him the chance to act before they reach their destination. Alright, he thought, let’s play by his rules today.

“Gato. Talk.”

With the front door of Puss’ apartment complex in sight, Muerte’s lost patience caught up to him again, not a moment longer was he able to wait, he needed answers. Now. He watched Puss give him a little glance and run his paw over his head, still no answer. A moment longer and a long deep sigh escaped the cat’s lungs.

“You know, it’s kids like her that keep me at that damned place.”

Muerte rolled his eyes, that was not what he wanted to hear. They had reached the door, Puss hesitated after the key opened the door with a loud click, yet again he couldn’t quite look at the wolf behind him. “You know about her situation right?”

“Hrmh, I’ve heard of it.” Muerte pushed the door open to lead him inside. “So you know nothing?” The keys jingled in that tiny paw of his as he passed him, still no eye contact. Muerte’s ears twitched with the tone of his voice, he seemed so… fearless today, it was grinding his gears once more. 

“Get to the point already, Gato.”

“Shut up, not here.” 

It took the white mass of fur a minute before he snapped out of his speechlessness and continued to follow him up the stairs.

Muerte’s thoughts seemed to calm for just a second as his eyes laid sight on his front door, a door that he’s been in front of quite often, but never has he been inside there yet. A small feeling of excitement trying to fight the unruly storm that was his anger to no avail. Puss opened the door and stepped inside. 

Like a dark looming shadow Muerte stood in the frame of the door and looked into the dimly lit apartment, waiting for the cat to turn to him for once. He stepped in and looked around before the door snapped closed, Puss stood still at the other end of the straight hallway, it looked like his kitchen was to the cat’s left and with the living room to the right of the wolf, that had to be the bedroom at the last door to the right. He watched the orange striped tail flicked from side to side, his paws balled into fists. The door shut close and tension in the air was so thick that he could feel it in his throat, almost making him gag. 

“You’ve got a lot of nerve–” Muerte flinched and caught an empty plastic bottle in his hand. Stunned, with not even a moment to question what just happened the next thing already flew at him. “ I ’ve got a lot of nerve?!?” Puss hissed at him and he had to dodge a book hurdled at him. Muerte was too bewildered with what was happening to actually react to the furious cat that was just aggressively throwing one thing after another at him. “ YOU are the worst thing to have ever happened to me!” He saw the strain in his face, Puss was putting all of his energy in his voice and throws, aggressive like an animal that had been cornered for one too many times. A balled up towel hit the wolf’s face just when he’s had enough of this childish play of his. “What have I ever done–” The next thing the cat had already grabbed got slapped out of his paw and interrupted his yell, Muerte lunged at him and grabbed him by the throat again. Which didn’t seem to matter to Puss, he continued his yelling. “What have I ever done to you?!” 

The wolf snarled quietly in return. “Enough.” Puss clawed into his hand, not caring how deep or how much he’d scratch him up. “I’ve stolen from you, sure!” He kicked Muertes snout as he got too close to him, getting shoved against the wall in return. “ Enough! ” The wolf warned him, flashing his teeth at him, but Puss only returned the stare with just as much teeth showing in his screams. “Is that really enough reason to do all this?!” 

Puss was kicking and biting into his paw, this wasn’t a prideful fight, no, this wasn’t his usual self. He was sick of the wolf and he could see it. Small tears started to emerge in his eyes as the aggression kept building in that small body of his. “Tell me, what do you want from me?!”

“ ENOUGH! ” With a thunderous yell, he heaved the cat to the right, who landed with quite the impact, his back flush against the frame of his bed, his head barely hitting its edge. Muerte stood still in the hallway, examining his bloody hand, his breath so heavy that it moved his whole frame. Deep in his chest, he felt his emotions twist into pure chaos. Those tears weren’t the same that he’d made him cry before, the struggle wasn’t the same and so different from what he had enjoyed to see. This was his proof, he had broken him beyond repair, wasn’t that what he wanted?

A deep sinister chuckle emerged from his heavy breath, growing out into a loud cackle. “What I want from you?!” He frantically turned to the unmoving cat and his eyes shot open at the sight of his low hanging head, only his breath slightly moving his body indicated that he was still alive. The wolf hesitated to move before he saw the cat’s paw shift on his lap. His eyes narrowed and his voice returned to its usual deep and calm register. “I want you to talk, gato.”

He got down to him onto one knee, letting his paw glide over the unmade sheets of the bed to lean against it while his other paw slowly caressed the tabby’s chin. Making his head bounce upwards on his finger, he was finally able to take one good look at those emerald eyes of his. He seemed healthier than expected, it was just his defeat which led him to stop moving.

“I need those answers which you promised me, mi gatito.” 

Puss’ eyes left the stare, thinking about what to say next just before the wolf’s grip on his chin turned harsher to make him look back. “Now, why the fuck would you go and cheat on me like that?”  He turned the cat’s cheek to him and tilted his own head, seeing Puss’ expression turn sour so quickly, as if he made him blush, made him only want to stay this close. “And then with such a brat like her?” Puss flicked his tongue before he let out a strong sigh and pushed Muertes hand away from him as if he wouldn’t have given him any resistance in the first place.

“She’s being extorted, you know that much, right?” Muerte tried hard not to roll his eyes again with such a reply, he really wasn’t interested in her backstory, he sighed, “Yes, she’s a pretty easy target,” but still he wanted to know what about it made Puss so involved. “But you got no idea what she’s being blackmailed with.” 

A snarl came back out of his throat, the frustration was getting to him again. Was Puss really going to keep the conversation on her now? What about her could justify going behind his back like that? His fist hit the mattress of the bed with a force that made Puss flinch underneath him. “Is that really that important?” His words seemed to get under the cat’s skin, a fierce glare answered him and once more did he react in a way that he hadn’t expected. “It may not be important to you, La Muerte !” A sudden force clawed and tugged on Muerte’s shirt collar, “But to her it is! It’s putting her and her whole family on the line! If you care or not, I certainly do!” He pulled himself up to the wolf’s amused face. “You? Caring about her?” He had to fight against the urge to laugh. “I know you don’t really care about your students, Gatito, you can’t lie to me like that.” Puss clawed onto his own bed frame and kicked the wolf with a force that made him land on his back. “You know nothing about me, cabron.”

Yet again the wolf’s laugh rings in his ears “I know nothing you say?” Slowly he got up and put his weight on one elbow. “I believe the words you chose that night where… ‘Serves them right, those stupid kids ’ and ‘Why should I always have to play the hero for these nutcases? ’” Muerte only saw him out of the corner of his eyes, but he noticed the shift in the cat’s stance. Did he land a bullseye? Puss turned away from the wolf, walking around his bed to open one of his drawers. “Not denying it now, Gatito?” Muerte stemmed himself up to see what he was doing only to be hit with a heavy bag to his chest.

“There.” Puss’ voice was calm yet loud. “Those magical little trinkets of yours? I sold them.” The wolf eyed all the money that flew out of the bag and how much was still inside of it, it was quite the hefty sum, then his gaze returned to the ginger standing in front of him. “ I sold them and used the money so dulcinea could stay with her damn family!”

His eyes were fixated on the money, running his paw through the bag as he sat back up. He still couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, it sounded rediculous that Puss would go that far for something like that. A smirk creeped back onto his face, but before he could say any of his thoughts out loud, Puss already beat him to it. “You can count it for all I care, you should know how much they’re worth. There is only eight thousand missing so far.” The wolf’s eyes looked up to him in surprise, he let a finger run through a bundle of notes before he put it away together with the bag.  “Why so much?”

He saw how Puss’ stance shifted and relaxed when he heard the calm tone of his voice. “The rest was to get her out, get her into a better school, but so far she refused to.” The wolf let out a loud groan as he laid his forehead onto his hand. “Don’t you fuck with me, cat .” 

“You seriously want me to believe that you stole from Jack Horner to save one student and her family?!” He let his hand slip from his face and lay on the lap of his crossed legs, turning his eyes back to the cat.

“I don’t care if you believe me or not.”

“You didn’t even deny anything!”

“Well, what do you want me to say?! That I didn’t actually hate them? That those were just the words of a drunken teacher, venting about his work in a bar? That all you think about me has been wrong the whole time?!”

Puss was turning more and more frantic with each word, getting closer to the wolf with each gesture of his paws until he ran out of steam. “Is that it?! Eh?” His voice was so loud that it still rang in the wolf’s ears, his paw gripping onto his own shirt, they were almost on eye level with only Puss’ heavy breath between them. Muerte’s finger slowly crept up to his chin, giving him such an intense shiver that it filled him with that hateful anticipation that he knew so well. “But that’s not quite it, is it?” Muerte’s raspy voice filled the moment of silence, he could see Puss’ eyes shortly flick down to his mouth as he inched even closer, but careful not to touch him. He lingered close to see Puss’ eyes soften further and his body tense up, Muerte let his mouth brush past his face to the ginger ear. “So what’s the truth no-” A tiny paw landed on his mouth to stop him from speaking any further. “No, that’s-” He turned away from the wolf. “I’m ashamed of my old ways, I truly am.” His chest fills with a deep breath. “But not as ashamed as I am of… how I feel about you.” 

The small cream coloured paw slipped from his mouth as he leaned back to look at him fully. He stared at Puss for so long and so intensely that it felt like an eternity. Moving his chin around to examine the unwavering expression on the cat’s face, who’s eyes avoided him like his life depended on it. Suddenly Muerte could feel his own heart starting to pound in his chest and his mind replayed the tears he had cried in frustration just bare minutes ago. “And how…” His thumb brushed over Puss’ mouth. “How do you feel about me, mi gatito?” His arm reached back over to grab onto the sheets of the bed, leaning further over Puss, he let his breath flutter with the anticipation of his next words. There it was again, he felt how the cat slowly turned him completely upside down, just what was it about him– The small paw returned to its place on his mouth as if returning the gesture of the wolf, a single heartbeat later and he felt his whiskers brush against his nose before the small cat pressed his lips against his.

“Te odio tanto, lobo.” 

He meant it with all his heart but Muerte could barely register it, his body was already moving on its own, grabbing him with both his hands to lift him up on the bed. He let his teeth kiss Puss’ neck as soon as he laid on the sheets. He could hear his sharp inhale and feel his claws tangling with his shirt's collar as he let his hand glide underneath that silky smooth shirt of his. With every gasp of the feline in his ears, he could feel his mind go blank, what were they talking about again? 

His tongue immediately covered his bare chest with saliva as soon as it was freed, he tugged at his pants and freed the cat's arms from his shirt, his hands moved all over him and he had to stop himself for a second when he noticed how eager he got. The sweet small gasps in his ears had stopped their singing and instead he could hear higher pitched hitches in his breath, he raised his head to examine Puss underneath him. 

Eyes were shut tight, letting the fresh tears drip down his cheeks, his face bright with heat and still he didn’t even try to hide himself at all, nor did he try to stop the wolf from opening his pants. “You despise me so much, don’t you?” Puss answered his taunt with a glare through his tears and the wolf went to lick them up with joy. He let a deep humm rumble in his chest, if the wolf could, he’d be purring at the sight of the ginger under his palm. His thumb moved to caress his fair coloured chest, making sure to move over every single bump he could feel underneath the fur twice, driving Puss wildly furious and making him squirm in his palm. “How about you lose those pants of yours, if you hate me that much, gatito?” 

Not wanting to miss a single second of his sight, he moved back to watch him slide his paw towards his pants. His face turned away with his other paw trying to hide it. He couldn’t hide how he felt, he couldn’t hide how much he hated that he wanted to do as the wolf told him and he wouldn’t let him hide either. He wanted to watch him, that included his face. He wanted to see his brows curl in desperation, his eyes closed, avoiding him in shame, his mouth moving with every gasp that left him. Thus he let his tongue lick over the cat’s arm sliding between it and his head coaxing him out of hiding. One of his bleeding fingers pushed against his arm to reveal his face, smearing it with the blood that the cat drew. As the finger stroked over and past his arm his tiny paw started to hold onto it, seemingly to hold it close. All of it, just before he could reach his own pants.

“You drive me absolutely wild, gatito.”

He played with the little paw around his fingers as he went to lick his face clean, their lips brushing against each other, their breaths mixing, Puss’ mouth eager to escape, yet he never manages to leave his tongue. Feeling his own heat rising the wolf needed the cat undressed and before he knew it the first boot fell off the bed and to the ground with his hasty moves of undressing him. While reaching for the other one, he felt a slight pressure on his bulge that was just on the edge of the bed. Immediately leaning into it, a loud groan pushed itself out of his throat, he was turning needy, but not as needy as the cat underneath him, being the one to press his hind leg against his groin. His free paw, which wasn’t still entangled with Puss, ran down the cat’s shape and landed on his own fly, catching the small hind paw between them. The adorable behaviour of Puss drove the wolf absolutely mad with desire. He leaned further over the bed, pushing his hips closer and closer to the cat, his hand couldn’t be fast enough to open his own pants and let himself hang over the edge of the bed. 

The wolf’s eyes landed on Puss’ face again and caught him staring at the freshly freed erection that hung closely over the feline's legs. His mouth quivered with words that never left him, gulping between heavy breaths until his eyes rolled over and away when the shame got the better of him once more. C’mon, gatito, the wolf impatiently pleaded in his head, his pants were still on and it took way too long for him to get rid of them. With rough motions, he took Puss’ legs and pushed them against his bright cream coloured belly with one of his boots still on his feet, they didn’t care now. Muerte only had eyes for Puss’ face, he wanted to see his expressions shift, even as he pulled his pants over his hips freeing the sight of his holes beneath, Muerte could still only look into his emerald eyes. The next acts moved quick, too quick for Puss, whose legs were grasped firmly and his whole body got pulled closer to the wolf, making the base of his tail meet with the tip of the wolf’s large cock. Both winced at the contact, the slippery wet contact between the hottest parts of their bodies. The wolf’s needy actions turned him sloppy and his tip glided over both holes into the cat’s pants for a slight moment before he adjusted both of them again.

Both their breaths were heavy, Puss’ eyes fixed on the wolf’s shaft with needy desire, hearing the wolf letting out a frustrated growl as he missed his front hole once again. Muerte completely leaned over and onto the bed, putting his weight on his elbow to not crush the cat underneath his stomach with it. Puss could still watch him raise his hips and his eyes opened wide as he saw everything align perfectly for impact.

The tip perfectly slid over his swollen clit, landing on the slippery wet hole that was begging to have something shoved inside and that something shoved in with much more force then Puss liked it. Muerte didn’t hold back at all, not even a slither, as he pushed in with full force, he didn’t even give Puss the chance to get used to his size. He went past the tight spot immediately and pushed fully into him, Puss couldn’t even let out a noise, his breath was stuck in his lungs for longer than he was able to bear. Muerte on the other hand couldn’t get a hold of his voice, grumbling and groaning with the pleasure of feeling Puss’ warmth around him. For a slight moment he could feel his mind being overtaken with a hazy feeling, enjoying the warm slippery walls of Puss’ insides a little too much, just before his body gave in to the feeling and he started to move his hips again. The motion of Muerte pulling back out let Puss suck in a new breath only to be sent out again with a yelp as Muerte pushed back in. The cat sang a completely new melody of gasping moans for the wolf’s ears as he slowly moved his hips to get used to the feeling himself, letting him know how crazy they drove the tiny body beneath him.

He quickly picked up the pace as the naked skin of his shaft grew wetter and more slippery with each thrust, sliding half of him out and then pushing his hefty throbbing knot against Puss’ hole, over and over again. He slapped into him with the speed that a mating wolf his age would have, relentlessly ramming into the tiny feline that he held onto tightly with one hand. He couldn’t quite see him anymore but the voice that Puss was still trying to suppress made his heart beat and his dick throb even harder. Soon the strength in his arms started to leave him as the pleasure made his whole body quiver and his head started to lay down on the unmade sheets of the bed. With a sudden shiver over his whole body the intense smell of the cat’s fear hit his nose when his snout started to dig into the blanket. That intoxicating smell slowed down his motions for a moment and pushed his hips even further onto Puss with a force that made both of them moan deeply. 

He pulled out slowly and thrust back in with hard force each time as he took in the smell of the blanket. Puss must’ve had quite the nightmares for these past few days and the panicked sweat soaked deep onto the sheets, leaving them stained with that sweet sweet aromatic scent of his. 

He felt his own face grow warmer and warmer with each breath he took. His face, he needed to see Puss’ face again. He stemmed himself back up on his elbow and turned his head towards the teacher under him, who moaned with full force now, not that the shame had left him, oh no, but with all the movement inside of him he couldn’t possibly keep quiet. With the thumb of his bloodied and sullied white paw he turns the cat’s head upwards to look at him. It was an exhilarating sight, his face so flushed with heat, eyes barely able to hold open and together with his cheeks they were soaked with tears, his long sharp teeth poking out as he whined out loud with each thrust, his brows weren’t curled in desperation anymore, they were dancing with such deeply conflicted pleasure that Puss couldn’t and didn’t seem to want to hold back anymore. The urge to kiss him again stunned him for a brief moment just before he returned to his relentless speed, making himself wince as the pleasure started to build up and overwhelm him.

No matter how much he wanted to keep looking at Puss, his head fell back onto the bed and into the blanket, he wasn’t able to hold himself up nor was he able to hold himself back anymore. The speed of his thrusts grew and his breath got heavier and louder until they ended in loud groans, accompanying Puss’ whines. He felt all other senses leave him for a moment with the almost unbearable pleasure in his shaft, he pushed into Puss once more, wanting his knot deep inside of the cat again, when he suddenly felt him tighten around him. Tipping him over the edge and almost as if squeezing it out of him, he reached his climax and shot his hot liquid inside of Puss. His teeth almost bit into the lovely scented blanket with his lips pulled into a snarl, his throat pushing out deep graveling groans, feeling every surge of liquid pour out of him. He heard Puss’ heavy and deep moans in his ears and felt his claws through his clothes, slightly digging into him again. If his body allowed him, the wolf would have continued thrusting, but his hips stayed where they were, his knot still aching for more contact. 

Slowly one muscle after another started to relax, without him even knowing that he had tensed up that much, freeing his hips from their locked position, making him able to move again. His body felt heavy, hot, exhausted in a way that he hadn’t felt before, he was only slightly able to move his hips, but they begged to be thrusting back into Puss again. After another moment of heavy breaths Muerte slowly picked himself up and straightened his back, looking at the mess still around his shaft. He had to laugh when he saw the bulge on Puss’ stomach, caressing it with his thumb, he was still tense around him, every slight movement would make the whole tiny body of his jerk and tremble. He truly loved the sight of Puss in Boots like this.