As of late, I have been obsessed with alpha/omega fics, and here is the result. I know I have a lot of other lemons to actually finish, but I'm a firm believer that gay neko porn should be distributed as fast as possible.

This piece is a present for my manly Cerberus/Don't Preach, who inspires me every day of every year. Though the main reason I chose to do finder was that he has already taken almost every other couple in popular yaoidom and made them hybrids. Still, I'm glad I get to claim this one :)

This fic is going to take place in Don't Preach's Neko Hiro universe, though I don't plan to do any crossovers. If you haven't read it, it's amazing and has lots of angst and sex. What more appeal do you need?

There may be a bit of OOCness with the couple, but hey, Akihito's in heat. That shit fucks with your brain.

This will probably be a three of four chapter piece. It's amazing what adding an extra shot to your starbucks will do for your writing...speaking of fucking with brains.

May our new year be filled with wonderful yaoi!

TBF101

Cat & Cat

By TBF101

Chapter 1

Rain

Rain water poured through rusty drain pipes as the gray sky emptied its clinging moisture. The city was dark and dank all through the day, and became especially harrowing when twilight approached. More cautious people and hybrids found their way indoors. One could freeze out in this weather.

But there was one who braved the weather, despite the fact that he really had no choice in the matter. Between two brick buildings in an alley, a small figure lingered. He was perched on top of a dumpster underneath a spidery fire escape that offered little shelter from the cold and rain.

Despite this, the nineteen-year-old neko stayed there, hour upon hour until he was soaked to the bone. Akihito's blue cat eyes shifted towards the smoke-colored sky. Shivers coursed down his spine, but it was not because of the cold. Even with the temperature so low, sweat beaded on his forehead and he felt unbearably hot. He huddled closer to the wall, his hood hiding his ears and face, and he hoped, hid his scent.

Akihito felt another wave of anger and despair crash over him, and he gritted his teeth, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his forehead on them. The movement stirred the position of his long tail stuffed inside his tatty coat. He fingered the grimy medium length fluff, all the while gazing at the shocking black tip that contrasted with tabby striped fur. His expression sunk deeper into hopelessness and he tucked his tail back into his coat.

He lifted his paw to clutch the side of his face, his flesh brushing against the collar around his neck. It was white with three large red dots on the front, indicating him as a foster, and an aggressive hybrid. Akihito hated it. He had had his share of trouble now and then, but being labeled dangerous had always made him angry, even reckless at times. He wasn't wearing this collar because of anything he had done, but because of his breeding. Akihito was a Takaba, a neko breed that had been deemed incorrigible and hard to tame. The lines were dying out now as the breeders never made much money off them. They worked with cuter, more congenial nekos who loved to please.

It was also the reason Akihito, who was more than old enough to be legally adopted, was still in foster care. Not that they did much "caring" anyways, which was why he was sitting out in the freezing rain.

A low hiss escaped him as his sweating flesh rubbed against his clothes uncomfortably. He was so very hot, but he couldn't risk taking off his coat. Akihito was beginning to start his heat, and he knew rain or no rain, his scent would set off every neko within five blocks. Still, it was better than being back at his foster owners and their nekos, who would undoubtedly take advantage of him in his state. One had even tried last night and jumped Akihito in his sleep, but had underestimated him. Akihito had practically bitten his human ear off in terror and anger, which had earned him a night in the pen in the basement for an unprovoked attack.

In all truth, he never wanted to go back, but all that lay before him was even worse. He could get picked up by knackers and spend the night in the pound, which guarantee him attention from all sorts of strange hybrids. Plus his foster owners would find some excuse to leave him there for good.

Not to mention there were a number of feral strays in this area who could give him quite a beating.

In spite of all this, Akihito only grew more apathetic. What did it matter anyway? He was a Takaba, screwed for life. His only hope was that his life wouldn't last much longer.

Akihito hugged his knees closer and a small mewl escaped his lips as his body grew hot with need.

"Hey! What are you doing over there?!"

Akihito's head shot up and his eyes darted in the direction of the voice. He paled. It was a knacker van and a tall man was approaching him quickly.

Scrambling up, he nimbly jumped off the dumpster and raced towards the other end of the alley. The man couldn't possibly catch him. If there was anything Akihito knew how to do well, it was run. But in his frazzled, emotional state, he hadn't counted on the fact that there could be more than one knacker. Two men burst forth from the end of the alley Akihito was bolting towards and seized him. Akihito thrashed and strained, but he felt his limbs weaken from his high temperature and the freezing cold.

One of the knackers pulled Akihito's hood off his head, and the two of them tensed as they saw his collar and black-tipped tabby ears.

"A Takaba," another said. "Don't see many of those these days, especially one so young."

Inside his coat, Akihito's tail rattled as the third knacker walked from the other side of alley, a gleam in the man's eyes that unnerved him. The tall man leaned forward and took Akihito's chin in his hand. The kitten felt something begin to uncoil inside him, and his body leaned into the touch even while his mind screamed.

The knacker smiled. "Seems you're pretty hot, Takaba-chan. Why don't we get you in the van and get you more comfortable?"

"No," Akihito said, trembling under the man's gaze. There was no doubt this guy knew he was in heat, and would take full advantage of that in the van. The other two knackers began to drag Akihito in the direction of the vehicle, and the kitten could hardly think straight. He didn't want this, but he was fast losing himself. He would spend his most vulnerable time in the hands of thugs, rather than somewhere safe. A tear leaked out of the corner of Akihito's eye when he had the thought that he had really never had a safe place.

And it was that thought that set off a fire. In a flash, Akihito let out a frightening growl and jammed his elbows into one of the knacker's stomachs, breaking his grip. A swift kick to the other man's jewels followed and Akihito was racing down the remainder of the alleyway. So much emotion flooded through him that he didn't even look where he was going and ran right into the street. Only when he was face to face with headlights did his situation flash before him. But he didn't move. He stayed put, resigned to the fate that was much more merciful than living. The breath was knocked out of Akihito as the front of the black limo smacked into his lower torso and knocked him up onto the hood of the car. A driver hurriedly got out as the knackers caught up.

"I'm terribly sorry," the driver said in monotone. "I slowed down as much as I could but he seemed to come out of nowhere."

The head knacker clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Well I suppose we better get his worthless carcass out of here."

"Like hell!"

The driver and the three knackers all started when the form on the car sprang up and slid off the hood in a flash. Although it had been a fierce hit, the neko had taken it surprisingly well, though he'd have some nasty bruises later. He bolted down the side of the limo, preparing to lose them in another alley, when his body collided with something else. This time, it sent him sprawling backwards and into a murky puddle. Akihito rolled onto his side and groaned as his vision went blurry from his recent trauma. When his sight became clearer, he looked up, and saw a man standing before him. His face was illuminated by the faint glow of a streetlight, highlighting his firm jaw, straight nose, and chiseled cheekbones. But what mainly caught the neko was the man's expression, one of faint curiosity masking something much deeper and darker. Something shifted inside him at the gaze, and Akihito remained on the ground, trembling.

"Asami-sama," the driver said, hurrying around. "Are you all right, sir?"

Asami answered, but didn't take his eyes off Akihito. "I'm fine, Kirishima."

Kirishima gestured to the door. "Please stay inside, Asami-sama. It's quite cold."

"I can tell," Asami answered as he looked more closely at the kitten. The thing was ragged to say the least, but Asami was intrigued by him. He had seen what had happened. That neko had stood in front of that speeding car without a second thought, and now that his life was secure, the kitten looked all the more hostile and terrified.

"All right you piece of shit," one of the knackers said, storming around the front of the limo and grabbing Akihito by his collar, making the kitten choke. "Get in the van. We'll contact your fosters after we've gotten you under lock and key at the pound."

Asami looked upon the scene, and a maleficent shard sharp as a piece of glass rose in his eyes.

"Excuse me," he said in a dark tone that made the knacker stop.

"Yes, mister?"

"I am acquainted with this neko's fosters. I'll see that he gets home. He should be checked for injuries."

It was clear the knackers didn't believe a word of it, their minds only focused on getting their new fuck toy in the van and zip-tied. But something about the tall, dark-haired man in fur-lined coat made them stop. It was clear he had power, and if they stepped on any toes they could be making a grave mistake.

Still, the leader decided to test just how serious this rich man was. "There's no need for you to soil your nice car with that dirty thing. We will deliver him to the closest vet and make sure he gets what he needs."

Asami made brief eye contact with Kirishima, who shifted his hands into his pants pockets, opening his coat slightly and revealing a holster strapped underneath his arm.

"I insist," Asami said with an amused look.

The knackers muttered a few unintelligible words before hurrying back down the alley. Asami then nodded to his driver.

"Kirishima, please help our guest into the car," he said, opening the door wider. He was surprised to see the kitten let Kirishima pick him up with little resistance, and once the neko was inside the limo, Asami took a closer look. The kitten's face was frozen in a mask of apathy, which Asami recognized as shock. His fingers, ears, and face probably had mild frostbite, and he was soaking wet.

Once they were driving on the road again, Asami unzipped the kitten's coat and began to pry him out of the wet garment, when he heard a cry of surprise.

"What are you doing?" Akihito cried weakly in between chattering teeth. He flailed with little direction until he felt his wrists caught by giant hands. Asami's brow rose at how hot the kitten's skin was. He obviously had a fever, but that wasn't all. Asami's nostrils flared as the neko's scent drifted in. It reminded him of an orange, tangy, acidic, but sweet.

Akihito found himself shutting up as those big hands took off the bulky jacket and discarded it. He didn't know why, but he felt strangely calm at the moment. Even when the stranger took the edge of his T-shirt and lifted it up. Akihito hissed when he probed along his area near his belly button.

"I don't think you have any serious injuries, but you're going to be quite sore, I assure you."

Akihito blushed when his mind took that statement much differently than it was intended, and looked away.

"I am Asami Ryuichi, neko-chan," Asami began.

"I have a name," Akihito muttered.

"Then tell me."

"Takaba Akihito," the kitten said, saying the words like he was trying to rid his mouth of a bad taste.

"So Akihito, can you tell me why you're out in this weather when you should be indoors?"

Akihito looked at Asami in surprise. Usually people recoiled or had some reaction when he told them his breed, and Asami disregarding it somehow made him feel less wary.

"I don't have anywhere to go," Akihito said truthfully. "Nowhere good as least."

"And you thought it to be an intelligent idea to run away right when your heat is about to start?"

Akihito's brow curled as a new wave of emotions flooded through him, but his thoughts were becoming more muddled as heat flushed through his body.

"I don't care anymore," he murmured.

"I can tell by the way you jumped in front of my car."

"No one wants me," Akihito whispered, his eyes half closed. "I'm a Takaba. We're terrible pets. We don't bond with people, or other nekos, or even each other. We're just loners."

Akihito felt more tears of unwanted emotion run down his cheeks.

"Fucking heat," he said, brushing his tears aside. He looked over at Asami, who sat on the edge of the other bench seat, his extended arm resting on top of it. Akihito was struck with a desire to crawl over there, curl underneath the man's arm, rub against him, and purr wantonly. But the realist in Akihito fought against the idea. He was covered in dirt and grime from the streets, and he couldn't even remember the last time he had purred. Why would he solicit such an action now?

"Akihito," Asami said, drawing the kitten out of his thoughts. "Come here."

Despite his overwhelming need for contact, Akihito hesitated. But when it became clear that Asami had quite a bit of patience to expend, Akihito got up and sat beside him. He shivered as he felt strong hands touch his head, lingering in the soft downy fur behind his car ears. Fingertips traveled down his back and Akihito arched, letting out a soft mewl as his long tail curled beautifully.

Asami had never seen anything so erotic, the lean tawny neko, rubbing against him, groaning. And yet his mind had the distant thought of why Akihito wasn't purring. Asami had much contact with nekos, especially ones in heat, and knew how they would usually respond. It irked him, and he decided to take things up a notch.

"I think your heat to coming on, Akihito," Asami said, his free hand tracing down the neko's taunt stomach to his groin. The ill-fitting jeans were a little too big, and Asami was able to slide his hand inside without even unbuttoning them.

"Augh," Akihito gasped suddenly, his breaths coming in short bursts as his mind went between arousal and caution. "S-s-stop…"

"Oh kitten, I don't think you want me to stop at all," Asami crooned, leaning over and licking Akihito's burning human ear. "I think you want me to make you come."

The dirty words sent a jolt down Akihito's spine and he found himself getting harder. His eyes grew dilated and wide as they looked up to Asami with unfulfilled need.

Asami smiled and scratched behind one of Akihito's ears, and was satisfied to hear a light purr come from the neko's chest.

Asami stripped Akihito out of his wet shirt and jeans and turned up the heaters so the kitten wouldn't get chilled. He pulled the blond neko onto his lap, Akihito's back resting against his chest. The neko shivered as his cool fingertips traced along his collarbone, around his nipples and down to his knobby hipbones Akihito mewled as he felt Asami take hold of his hardening cock and stroke it. It wasn't long before Akihito was moving with him, grinding his ass down onto the enlarging tent in Asami's pants. His entrance was already dripping with heat lubrication that made dark splotches on Asami's clothes.

Akihito's ears laid back and he let out a desperate heat howl as Asami's hand moved faster and faster, and he let out the most miraculous purr as he came. It was like music to Asami's ears and he moved the kitten to lay beside him with a wild blond head on his thigh.

A bit of clarity came to Akihito's mind in his post-orgasmic bliss. He felt a bit cooler, but also irrevocably unsatisfied. His ears twitched as the car phone rang and Asami picked up.

"Yes, Kirishima?"

"We're almost to your penthouse, sir."

"Good, once we are there I will require a few things."

"Understood, sir."

Asami put the phone down and took off his coat, wrapping it around the bare neko.

"We will be arriving at my penthouse shortly," he said, running his fingers through tousled blond hair.

Akihito resisted the urge to fling the jacket off as he felt himself becoming aroused again, but he had a greater handle on it at the moment and simply nodded. In his inebriated state, there was little more he could do than watch, wait, and hope that this mess wouldn't entangle him too deeply.