Meeting Up
Part 1
“Delivery is here,” yowled BuckyCat, prowling by the front doors. He was wearing indecently tight, low-slung black leather trousers and a sleeveless AC/DC t-shirt that showed off his biceps to perfection. He was currently favouring surfer bracelets and was wearing several on each wrist.
Zemo heard the yowl from the kitchen, and sauntered to the front of the house. He tickled an excited BuckyCat under the chin before opening the doors and directing the delivery men to put the double-wardrobe-sized box into a side room he had chosen for this purpose. BuckyCat lounged by the doorway, the only sign of his impatience was his tail twitching like a metronome.
“I see your friend’s got those cat-ear attachments. They’re all the rage uptown at the moment,” said one of the delivery blokes.
“Don’t tell him that,” answered Zemo, conspiratorially. “He thinks he’s starting a trend.”
“I think he is,” the guy answered. “I haven’t seen anyone else with a tail like that.”
“Fashion.” Zemo shrugged, and moved his hands in a ‘what can you do about it’ gesture.
*
Once the guys had left, Zemo had to practically hold back BuckyCat as he opened the box to reveal a hanging rail filled with garment bags, beneath which sat several boxed piled upon other boxes.
“Your new summer wardrobe, my darling. And your new surfboard will arrive tomorrow.”
BuckyCat beamed, and immediately started opening up everything and inspecting the contents of all the boxes. He yipped and purred delightedly with each new discovery.
Zemo returned to the kitchen to finish making his pot of tea. He felt rather than heard an excited BuckyCat running down the corridor towards him. He turned from the counter, just as BuckyCat leapt into his arms, wrapping his legs around Zemo’s torso and his arms around Zemo’s neck. He was purring fit to burst and Zemo could feel the vibrations all through his chest.
BuckyCat rubbed the side of his face against Zemo’s. “It’s all gorgeous,” he said. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, my darling. Have you tried them all on yet?”
“Not yet, silly. I was waiting for you.”
“I see. Well, in that case, I shall bring my tea along. Would you like some milk?”
“Yes, please. And cookies.”
BuckyCat dropped from him, and turned to go. Then stopped as if waiting.
“No, sweetheart, you go on ahead,” said Zemo, shooing him. “I’ll be along directly. Don’t start without me.”
BuckyCat yipped, and pelted down the corridor, skidding at the end to turn into the room containing his new belongings.
There were no labels, or logos. Everything was handmade and bespoke from Zemo’s exclusive tailors.
There was:
- An extremely expensive tuxedo, with a dusky blue cummerbund and bow-tie.
- A smart cream lightweight suit, with a cream shirt and tie, and jacquard waistcoat.
- Several coats and jackets of varying styles and lengths.
- A selection of formal and casual shirts, waistcoats, trousers, kilts to mix and match, and some funky graphic pieces following the current trends. Plus the usual fillers of t-shirts, socks and underwear.
- Various sets of beachwear, sarongs, shorts, t-shirts, sunglasses, hats, beach shoes and flipflops.
- A selection of silk pyjamas with matching dressing gowns, and house slippers.
- An excessive amount of accessories: scarves, gloves, pashminas, ties, belts, wallets, sandals, trainers, shoes and boots.
- A decadent amount of jewellery, and although BuckyCat didn’t much care for earrings, there was a luxurious selection of watches, rings, necklaces and bracelets.
Zemo entered carrying a tray holding his tea paraphernalia and refreshments for BuckyCat. He placed it down on a little side table next to some low couches and chaise longues. He then crossed the room to pull a cloth from a full-length three-sectioned mirror in one corner, and moved back to sit on one of the chaises, sipping his tea and indulgently watching BuckyCat exploring his new items.
BuckyCat had already put on a dark grey baker boy hat, gold-rimmed aviators, and a cashmere tasselled scarf of baby blue and beige check. He ran to Zemo, purring delightedly, and leapt into his lap.
“I love them all! And I love you! Thank you! Thank you!” he said, in between dropping little kisses all over Zemo’s face.
Zemo chuckled contentedly.
“Now I have to try them all on for you,” exclaimed BuckyCat.
“Of course, my Jamie, I would have no less.”
And he did. Parading in front of the mirror and Zemo like a catwalk model. Trying on every outfit, and every combination thereof.
Finally, when he had been through everything, he settled on wrapping an orange and gold sarong around his hips, wearing some chunky gold jewellery, and plonked himself on the chaise next to Zemo.
“I’m famished,” he said, throwing his long body backwards over Zemo’s lap. “Feed me.”
Zemo ruffled his hair affectionately, and rubbed his belly. “Get up then, and I’ll make us some supper.”
BuckyCat followed him into the kitchens, drank a whole pint of full-fat milk and snacked on pre-cooked roast chicken drumsticks while Zemo moved around the kitchen preparing something delicious for the both of them.
*
Part 2
Zemo and BuckyCat were reading in bed.
BuckyCat was lying on his stomach on top of the covers, reading a zoology textbook, looking at the section on large cats, legs swinging, sometimes with ankles crossed, sometimes not.
“Mmmm Mo, tell me again which cat I was spliced with.”
Zemo closed his book and turned to him, all serious and gentle.
He caressed his cheek and chin. “I chose a beautiful panther called Xocóatl. He was a pedigree, a prince amongst cats. His eyes were almost the same blue as yours, but yours are much more beguiling.” His thumb rubbed along BuckyCat’s jawline.
Jamie stared adoringly at Zemo as he spoke. He had heard all this before, but he basked in Zemo’s attention.
Zemo ran his fingers through Jamie’s hair. “His coat was as dark as your hair, but not as glossy, of course.” He smiled.
BuckyCat purred, and turned under his hand, lying supine on the bed, pushing his textbook away and leaning into Zemo’s palm. He looked up at Zemo through his thick dark lashes. He raised his hand to wrap it around Zemo’s head and pull him down for a kiss. Hungry. Wet. Vocal. He rolled Zemo on top of him and into the space between his legs.
BuckyCat nipped Zemo’s ear lightly and slapped his hands down on Zemo’s bum. Zemo hitched himself closer, feeling BuckyCat’s cock hardening against his belly, and his own thickening in response.
BuckyCat bit the side of Zemo’s neck, sucking to make a serious love bite, moving his hands over Zemo’s bum, kneading, and pulling him closer. Zemo’s dick slipped between BuckyCat’s buttocks.
BuckyCat reached a hand between them to grasp Zemo’s cock and position it at his hole. Zemo rose up onto one elbow and took over, sliding his dick along BuckyCat’s crack a few times before easing it gently into BuckyCat’s enticing entrance.
“You’re so demanding,” he whispered as BuckyCat rounded his back and spread his ass. “And so tight.” He moved himself deeper in, feeling the hot silky grip of BuckyCat’s insides as he bottomed out.
BuckyCat hissed with pleasure, wrapping his legs around Zemo’s waist and gripping him internally. “Fast, please,” he moaned. “Fast and hard.” He threw his hands up above his head, surrendering completely to Zemo’s ministrations. And Zemo fucked him. Fast and hard and thorough. Holding back his own pleasure until BuckyCat moaned, eyes half-closed, and brought his hands down to grasp Zemo’s shoulders, bucking under him and spurting hot thick catcum between their bodies.
Zemo thrust himself deeply into BuckyCat as he watched him cum, holding himself still while BuckyCat clenched around him. BuckyCat mewed against his neck, nipping him, wrapping his arms around him, then moving his taloned hands down to Zemo’s bum, to scratch him lightly, urge him faster, demanding Zemo’s own release. Zemo couldn’t hold back any longer. He slammed into BuckyCat, moaning gutterally, as he finally spent himself.
He stayed in BuckyCat as they calmed. BuckyCat gazing at him blissfully and running his hands slowly up and down Zemo’s arms and shoulders,
Then Zemo pulled out, and rolled off to one side, BuckyCat following him, to curl up by his side, purring loud enough to wake the dead, snuggling under his arm, then falling asleep within a few minutes.
Zemo listened to the soft sounds of him sleeping, gently moving his hand up and down BuckyCat’s back, until sleep claimed him also.
*
Part 3
“Please, Muzz. For me. Just until we get there.” Bucky handed a grey and black striped beanie to ZemoCat.
“But I don’t want to wear a hat. Why should I hide my ears? They’re exquisite.” ZemoCat pouted, fondling his ears. Bucky pouted back, sarcastically. “Oh, alright, my Darling, just for you.”
Bucky smiled, watching ZemoCat delicately cover his beautiful ears with the hat, pulling it down to his cheeks, and then he gestured apologetically at ZemoCat’s behind.
“What, and my tail as well? You really are quite exasperating. This had better be worth it.”
*
Part 4
Bucky leaned on the doorbell. And leaned some more.
A very annoyed-looking Zemo opened the door, and froze upon seeing Bucky standing on his doorstep. His mouth opened as if he were about to speak. His eyes devoured Bucky’s face. He closed his mouth with an audible snap. Swallowed. He was rendered speechless by the proximity of him.
Bucky shuffled from one foot to the other, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather biker jacket. “Zemo.” He nodded to his former teammate. “Can we come in?”
ZemoCat bristled imperceptibly. He had never seen Bucky like this. It rankled him somewhat.
Zemo collected himself. He seemed to noticed Bucky’s companion for the first time and his eyes widened fractionally, but his face leaked no emotion. He opened the doors and stepped to the side to allow them to enter. “Of course.”
Bucky stalked inside and stood in the hallway. ZemoCat moved next to him, hat still covering his ears, tail tucked down the back of his trousers.
“James. I am so pleased to see you, after all this time.” Zemo closed the doors and walked over to Bucky, his expressive hands almost, but not quite, touching his arm.
“We’ll see,” muttered Bucky under his breath.
BuckyCat was hovering in the corridor, but quickly stalked to Zemo’s side when he saw ZemoCat.
“I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Baron,” said ZemoCat huskily, looking him up and down, like a rival, and proffering his hand. He made a quick side glance to BuckyCat, then focussed his exquisite eyes on Zemo.
Zemo shook his hand guardedly.
“The pleasure is mine,” he intoned, huskily. He turned to present BuckyCat. “This is Jamie. Jamie this is James, and…” He waited expectantly for an introduction to ZemoCat.
But Bucky seemed tongue-tied and, after waiting a heartbeat or two, ZemoCat stepped forward slightly.
‘And I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Jamie, cat-clone of James.”
“Likewise, er, cat-clone of Zemo.”
Muzzy carefully removed his hat to reveal his lynx like ears. “My name is Muzzy.”
“Wow, I like your ears,” said Jamie, moving up to ZemoCat and peering into his face, sniffing him. “You’re pretty. Not as pretty as my Zemo, of course, but quite pretty.” He circled him. “Where’s your tail?”
ZemoCat revealed his tail. “James thought it necessary to hide it on the way over here.” He shrugged.
“Cool.” said BuckyCat. “I like your tail. Wanna come and see my room?” He threw a quick look to Zemo for permission. Zemo nodded imperceptibly.
“Thank you. I am pleased to meet you, Jamie. And I’ll have you know, I am quite beautiful. You are certainly not as pretty as my James, but I’ll come and see your room. I feel that my James needs to be alone with the Baron for this conversation.”
Zemo gave Bucky a look as the two cat-clones padded off to Jamie’s room.
“I wonder what they’ll be getting up to?” Bucky said knowingly.
Zemo gave a small smile and gestured for Bucky follow him into the living room.
As they walked, Bucky said, very quietly,
“You know, if you wanted to see me, you could’ve just called. You didn’t have to splice me with a pet!”
“It wasn’t exactly a pet!” Zemo almost snapped, then asked in a soft voice that Bucky had never heard before, “You would have accepted my call?”
Bucky shivered.
“Of course. Why not?”
Zemo huffed, regaining his composure. “James, it appears that the cat is out of the bag, so to speak. And since you have been devilish enough to do exactly the same thing as I, I feel that you know exactly what this is all about.”
Bucky looked achingly at Zemo.
Zemo looked longingly at Bucky.
“You must know by now that I like you.” Zemo said, low and quiet. Asking.
“I like you too.”
“Yes, but do you like me.”
Then a voice from the doorway purred: “Just fucking kiss! You know you want to.”
Zemo and Bucky turned to see Muzzy and Jamie leaning over the back of the couch, watching them, grinning, showing white, white canines. Even Bucky’s super hearing hadn’t heard them sneaking back.
Zemo laughed, and it broke the tension.
Muzzy said, “Our work here is done. Let us adjourn.” He took Jamie’s hand and led him back to his room.
Zemo turned back to Bucky. Bucky waited for some kind of movement. Zemo just stared at him, no, gazed at him, head tilted slightly in that infuriating way of his that Bucky had missed so much.
“Fucks sake,” said Bucky. “Do I have to do everything?” And he leaned in to gently place his lips on Zemo’s. Softly. Sweetly. No pressure. Just the lightest touch.
Zemo pulled back, and his pupils were huge.
“Not everything,” Zemo whispered, grinning wickedly.
He took Bucky’s face in his hands, and kissed him back, opening his mouth to him.
Bucky responded immediately, thrusting his tongue in for the Baron to suck on. And Zemo sucked on it hungrily, almost pulling it from Bucky’s mouth.
Bucky pulled back, and he couldn’t stop the grin forming on his face. “Fuck, Zemo.” He stared wonderingly at the Baron’s face. He had never looked so beautiful. “What took us so long?”
Zemo gazed adoringly back. “My love. I don’t care. I only know that you are here now, and I am going to show you how much I desire you.”
Bucky couldn’t speak. “Wh… I… um…”
Zemo laughed, delightedly. “Come with me,” he said, taking Bucky’s hand and leading him up to the master bedroom.
*
Once there, Zemo closed the door, and pulled Bucky into his embrace.
“You smell divine,” he whispered, kissing him once, before starting to push off his biker jacket.
Bucky let the jacket fall to the floor, before grabbing Zemo and pushing him up against the bedroom door, pushing his whole body against him, inserting a knee between his legs. Zemo’s arms rose to circle his neck, caress the back of his head, and he wrapped a leg around Bucky as he pulled him in for another kiss.
God, Bucky couldn’t get enough of the Baron’s mouth. He wanted to breathe him in.
But Zemo had other plans. He dropped his leg back to the floor, broke off their kiss and thrust his groin at Bucky, while pushing him away slightly. He was breathless, and dishevelled. His hair was a mess. Bucky thought he was breathtaking.
“Strip,” commanded Zemo, and began to take off his own clothing.
Bucky hopped back a step, and began to do the same.
Zemo stopped halfway through taking his trousers off just to watch Bucky strip. He was too beautiful to behold. Zemo’s cock filled out just watching Bucky kick off his boots and bend to remove his trousers. When he pulled down his boxers and revealed his dick, Zemo caught his breath.
Bucky heard, and looked up at him from his bent position.
Zemo straightened and fell back against the door. It was all suddenly very real. If he wanted it, Bucky - his Bucky - James Buchanan Barnes - would be eating out of his hands. One more breath, and he could be deep inside him, watching him come apart, feeling him cum around his dick. Loving him, and being loved in return. Redamancy. Could he handle it after everything he’d been through? Was he deserving of it?
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured.
“What?” said Bucky, kicking out of his boxers and moving over to Zemo. “‘Course you do. What’s gotten into you?”
“Oh my darling, James. You don’t know the depths to which I have sunk.”
“We’ve all done things we regret.” Bucky placed his hand gently on Zemo’s cheek and brushed his thumb over his lips. “We don’t have to rush this. We have plenty of time.” He kissed Zemo tenderly. Pulling back, he saw tears in the Baron’s eyes, threatening to spill. His heart clenched. “Come to bed. We can just cuddle.”
He dropped to his knees to help Zemo out of his trousers. Zemo held onto his shoulder as he lifted each leg in turn. Bucky threw the clothes to one side and gently kissed Zemo’s freckled thigh, sliding in between his legs to kiss him on the back of his knee, nip playfully at his hamstrings and brush his stubbly cheeks up the back of his thigh and under his bum.
Zemo laughed and squirmed, pulling Bucky up to face him. “I love you,” he whispered, as he kissed him.
“I love you too,” said Bucky. “Don’t ever doubt it.” He took Zemo’s hand and lead him to the bed. He lay down and pulled Zemo down next to him, wrapping him in his embrace. He kissed the Baron’s hair.
Zemo turned to face him. “Everything is better now that you are here with me,” he whispered, hugging him tightly.
Then he shook himself. Shook off his melancholy. His man deserved better than this, deserved the best of him.
He tilted his face to Bucky and kissed him softly. Little kisses on his mouth, chin, neck, chest. Little nibbles on his chest, nipples, abs, belly. Moving down, feeling Bucky breathe in deeply, let it out with a sigh, and hesitantly place a hand on the back of his head.
“Wait. I thought we were cuddling.”
Zemo lifted his head to gaze at his beloved. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said, rubbing his cheek against Bucky’s dick, slipping into position to take it into his mouth.
“You are so much bigger than Jamie,” he whispered against Bucky’s cock, knowing Bucky could hear him, licking up the shaft and enveloping the head.
Bucky arched against him. “Aaaah, Zemo,” he groaned.
Zemo smiled around his cock, and began to suck in earnest, taking him right to the back of his mouth, one hand around his shaft, one hand snaking between his buttocks, to circle a finger around his hole, pressing in lightly.
“God, Zemo,” Bucky moaned again, pushing himself onto Zemo’s finger, writhing against him.
Zemo sucked wetly at his head, pushing his finger deeper, moving in and out in the same rhythm as his sucking. Then he found he could push deeper, and he concentrated on that, lapping at Bucky’s cock as he inserted a second digit.
When he could get three fingers in, he returned his attention to Bucky’s throbbing cock, multitasking, sucking up and down Bucky’s shaft while curling his fingers against that sweet spot inside him, and pretty soon Bucky was grasping his hair and pulsing into him.
Zemo released him as he was cumming, allowing his ejaculation to spurt all over his belly, watching the blush on his beloved’s cheeks, his half-open mouth. Listening to those soft moans as he came. Because of him.
Fuck, now he was going to have to make him cum again.
Zemo moved up Bucky’s body, sliding his hands up over his belly and chest. He kissed him tenderly, and reached for the lube he kept in the bedside table drawer. “More?” he said.
Bucky just wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled against his neck. “Mmmmm, yes. Yes.” he said, muffled against Zemo’s collarbone.
Zemo pulled back and moved into the space between Bucky’s thighs. Bucky brought up his knees, and watched dark-eyed as Zemo applied a generous amount of lube to his own cock, and then slathered some around Bucky’s stretched hole.
He shivered. Wanting this. Needing Zemo inside him.
And Zemo was so fucking gentle. Easing himself inside real slow, hitching up close to Bucky, moving in and out with a look of pure concentration on his face.
Zemo stretched his body out over Bucky’s, taking his wrists and holding them down on the bed as he fucked into him. Bucky lifted his legs, and Zemo raised himself up to hold onto Bucky’s thighs, pushing against him, getting faster. Bucky pushed back, clenching himself around Zemo’s pistoning cock.
“Fuck, Zemo, cum for me,” he said. Zemo was squashing up against his balls on every stroke, and Bucky could feel a second orgasm building. But he held it back. He wanted Zemo to cum first, and then he wanted to fuck him until he came again. But Zemo felt so good, he didn’t think he’d be able to hold it. He clenched hard around Zemo, and felt him stutter.
“James,” he moaned. And again, “James,” as he gripped his thighs hard enough to leave vivid red imprints and arched into him. And thrust again, spilling himself inside Bucky, moaning soft little moans, as he slowed.
Zemo flopped down onto Bucky’s cum-stained belly, pulling out of him and resting his weight on him. Bucky let his knees drop, and shrugged Zemo into a more comfortable position, one that wasn’t pressing so much on his aching cock.
Bucky brushed some of the sweat-soaked hair out of Zemo’s face, and when Zemo looked at him, his heart skipped. He was so beautiful, blissed out, dark eyes, red cheeks.
Zemo smiled at him and kissed him.
He kissed him back and whispered into his ear, “I’m still hard. Wanna sit on my cock?”
Zemo's eyes widened, and he smirked that wicked smirk of his. “I shall require more lube.”
*
“Can I touch your ears? I like the tufts.”
“They are quite beautiful, aren’t they?” Muzzy preened, and caressed his ears. He inclined his head a little as an assent.
Jamie peered at his face and slowly raised his hand to lightly brush the tips of Muzzy’s ear.
“So soft,” he said. “I’m part panther. What kind of cat are you?”
“I’m part caracal - the ears,” he gestured imperiously. “And part ocelot - look at these spots, aren’t they divine?” Muzzy began to take off his cashmere roll neck.
“Caracal. I’ve seen that in my book. Come look.”
Jamie fetched his zoology textbook and flipped the pages, looking up to find Muzzy bare-chested. “Oh,” he whispered, and dropped the book. Mesmerised, he slowly walked towards ZemoCat, who had half turned to show off the extravagant leopard-like spots on his back.
He gently raised his hands to them, then stopped. “May I?” he asked.
“Of course,” preened ZemoCat. “I want you to adore me.”
“I think I already do,” whispered BuckyCat, softly tracing the outlines of ZemoCat’s spots. “I want to see the rest of you.”
“Of course you do. And I want to see you too.”
“OK.”
ZemoCat started to take off his boots and trousers, BuckyCat watching every movement.
“Wow. Your spots go all the way down.”
“They do.” He finished undressing, throwing his clothes over a chair, kicking his boots aside, and sitting on the edge of BuckyCat’s bed. “And just look at my feet, aren’t they lovely?” He leant back on his elbows and flexed and pointed his legs, showing off the markings on his lower limbs.
“You’ve even got them on your cock!”
ZemoCat smiled indulgently and rose to his feet. “Take a closer look.”
BuckyCat moved closer and dropped to his knees. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, leaning forward to lick at the patterns of leopard spots adorning ZemoCat’s fat dick.
ZemoCat placed a hand on the back of BuckyCat’s head, and Jamie raised his hands to enfold Muzzy’s cock and cup his balls, taking the thick head into his warm mouth. He began to lick and suck with a passion.
“Wait,” said ZemoCat imperiously, pushing BuckyCat from him.
“What…” said BuckyCat, looking crestfallen.
“It’s alright, darling,” ZemoCat said, moving backwards. “I just want to sit.” He smiled a dazzling smile, and sat back down on the edge of the bed. “Come here to me,” he whispered, holding out his hands to BuckyCat and spreading his legs.
BuckyCat shuffled forward into the space between ZemoCat’s thighs.
“You may continue,” said ZemoCat.
“Oh, may I?” said BuckyCat, with a hint of sarcasm.
ZemoCat leaned forward and kissed him. “Please. If you wouldn’t mind.” He gazed at BuckyCat with those gorgeous eyes. “I would very much like you to finish, and then I would like to fuck you.”
“Well, alright then,” said BuckyCat smiling. He leaned forward, and took ZemoCat back into his mouth, licking and sucking until ZemoCat was pushing up against him and moaning “Jamie, my darling… aaaah, Jamie” and cumming down his throat.
BuckyCat swallowed it all, and licked ZemoCat clean.
“God, your cum tastes amazing!”
“Thank you, my dear,” ZemoCat said, lying back on his elbows, breath getting back to normal.
“Now you take your clothes off, Jamie, I want to fuck you.”
BuckyCat lost no time in standing and shucking his clothing. ZemoCat watched him through lidded eyes, his tail twitching. “You are beautiful,” he said, standing, moving over to BuckyCat.
“I know,” said BuckyCat, preening. “Zemo tells me all the time.”
“He is very lucky to have you in his life,” said ZemoCat, running his hands up BuckyCat’s arms, over his shoulders, upto his cheeks, and kissing him thoroughly.
“Now, if you wouldn’t mind. On the bed, up on all fours for me, please.”
Jamie leapt onto the bed, raising his tail and wiggling his backside at ZemoCat. “Fuck me, Muzz. Fuck me hard.”
“Oh, I intend to, my dear Jamie. How could I refuse such a delectable arse.”
*
Zemo and Bucky were blissed out, limbs wrapped around each other, sweat and cum drying on their bodies.
“How are you finding living with my counterpart?” Zemo mused, tracing little circles on Bucky’s prosthetic arm, following the contours of his muscles.
“It’s non-stop,” said Bucky.
“They really are quite demanding, aren’t they?” Zemo said, tolerantly.
“You’re telling me! Did you choose to make them so… so….”
“I didn’t deliberately increase their libido, if that’s what you’re asking.” Zemo laughed and shrugged. “It was just a serendipitous addition.”
“They’re certainly not shy about it. Or anything…”
“And yet, no deception. They tell you exactly what they want, when they want it.”
“I kinda like that. I wish more humans were like that.”
“And what is it that you wish for at this moment, darling James?”
“Right now, I’m thinking I’d like to see you sucking on my cock again.”
“Happy to oblige, my Love.”
*
“Wait! What! Can you hear that?” Bucky said, turning his head towards the door.
“Hmmm?” Zemo muttered around a mouthful of cock.
“They’re doing it. Our ‘Cats are doing it. Together. Right now. Can you not hear that?”
Zemo moved his head up, releasing Bucky, and listened for a heartbeat.
“I would not expect anything other. They are obviously following our lead. Now, focus on me, darling,” he said, sliding his mouth back over Bucky’s glans.
*
“I like your Zemo. I am going to seduce him.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about your James.”
The cat-clones didn’t bother putting their clothes back on, but prowled to the master bedroom, and without even knocking, walked in. Zemo and Bucky were in bed, dozing, hands entwined on top of the bedspread.
They hopped onto the bed, one on each side, and pulled the covers off.
“Hey?” said Bucky sleepily, trying to grab at the disappearing blankets.
“What is going on?” asked Zemo, rising up onto his elbows, not at all concerned about his nakedness.
“Shhhh,” said Muzzy. “We have decided that we are all going to live together here now.”
“Ok?” queried Bucky.
“Yep. Please, Mo?” asked Jamie, pleadingly.
Mo? Bucky heard that for the first time, and tucked it away for later use.
Zemo smiled delightedly and said “Of course. There is plenty of room, and I for one, would very much like that to happen.”
He looked enquiringly at Bucky. Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by ZemoCat.
“One more thing,” said Muzzy. “We need to fuck.”
“Oh, yes? Do we?” asked Zemo.
“Ok?” questioned Bucky. “But we just have…”
“No,” said Muzzy. “We need to fuck you.”
“Right.” said Jamie, scooching closer to Bucky.
“Right now.” said Muzzy, placing a warm hand on Zemo’s chest.
Jamie got right up into Bucky’s face. “Kiss me. Now.”
Muzzy straddled Zemo, pushing his cock along Zemo’s, leaning forward to lick into his mouth. “I want to be on top,” he said.
*
Part 5
“We’re going to need a bigger bed.”
*
Part 6
“This is your room, James, should you feel the need for a retreat. Muzzy, yours is down the hall. I know we all sleep together now, and I must say I like it very much, but I also understand the need for privacy and isolation sometimes, so everyone should have a room of their own, in which to do as they please.”
*
Part 7
Zemo was making a pot of tea in the kitchen.
Suddenly, he felt hands around his waist, and a warm weight at his back.
At first, he thought it was Jamie, but these hands were different, yet recognisable.
A naked Muzzy nuzzled against his back, and then moved round to face him, sliding himself between Zemo’s body and the counter top.
“Hello,” he purred.
“Hello, Muzzy. May I help you?”
Muzzy began to unbutton Zemo’s shirt. “I would very much like to help you.” His face was bewitching.
A naked Jamie padded up behind Zemo, kissed him on the back of the neck and took hold of the collar of his shirt. “Me too,” he said, sliding the garment from Zemo’s shoulders.
*
“When James comes home, I want you both to seduce him, like you did me,” Zemo said, a naked cat-clone snuggled up under each arm.
“We shan’t bother getting dressed then,” said Muzzy. “Shall we Jamie?”
“No, Siree,” smirked Jamie, nuzzling at Zemo’s armpit.
“When will James be home?” asked Muzzy, trailing his hand lazily up and down Zemo’s chest.
“In about an hour,” answered Zemo, kissing Muzzy’s forehead, and hugging Jamie closer.
“Now, get up, get cleaned up, and I’ll make you a snack before he comes.”
“And then, we’ll make him cum!” said Jamie, grinning, getting up from the bed.
“I certainly hope so,” answered Zemo, affectionately. “Multiple times, if you can.”
“We will do our absolute best.” stated Muzzy seriously, also rising.
“You are both so good,” said Zemo, getting up to kiss and hug them, and then slapping them on the rear before sending them off to clean up.
“I’ll call you when the food is ready,” he added, wrapping himself in a kimono, and sauntering to the kitchens.
*
Part 8
BuckyCat was lounging on the very top of the stand-alone bookcase, his tail switching back and forth.
ZemoCat was curled up on the rug by the fire, eyes half closed, dozing.
Bucky and Zemo were on the couch, Bucky lying with his head in Zemo’s lap. Zemo was running his fingers through Bucky’s hair slowly, meditatively. Bucky was drifting, peaceful, watching the clouds make shapes through the open windows.
BuckyCat yawned loudly. “I’m bored. And also horny.”
ZemoCat pricked up his ears. “Me too,” he said, turning to look expectantly at Zemo and Bucky.
Bucky looked up at Zemo. “We could do something about that,” he drawled.
Zemo smiled wickedly. “Yes, we could. Come over here, boys.”
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