Author's note: This is my first cats fanfiction so be gentle. I have not seen this pairing anywhere so I challenged myself. This is unbetad until I can send it to my normal beta. So please forgive any errors I missed. Please read, and review.

Author's note 2: Thanks to everyone for pointing out the format errors. I don't quite know what happened, but I think they are finally all fixed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cats and make no profit from this fiction.

The little tuxedo patterned tom was bored. It was a typical lazy afternoon in the junkyard, and every where he went he could see the other cats laid out sunning themselves. He wandered the many paths hidden amongst the trash piles. He had a single destination on mind, his own pipe that lead to his den. With nothing else to keep his mind occupied, since even the idea of practicing magic bored him, he figured he would spend the day just watching the goings on of the junkyard.

Mistoffelees sighed and discretely rolled his eyes upon entering the main clearing where his pipe was, off to the side of the clearing was the Rum Tum Tugger surrounded by his adoring fan club. He hurried through while Tugger's attention was fully on the kittens and ducked into his pipe. He didn't feel like dealing with Tugger at the moment and was trying not to be too outwardly disapproving of the fact that his younger sister Victoria was amongst the maine coon's followers.

He was shocked when he ducked into his pipe and nearly ran head first into another tom. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the pipe he recognized the tabby patterned face of Coricopat. He thought the older tom had spaced out again as he was known to do, but immediately knew otherwise when he raised a single finger to his lips to signal the other to stay quiet.

The other tom backed up in to the conjuring cat's den allowing the tux to pass by him. Mistoffelees stood and turned once he stood fully in his den to look at Coricopat who was leaning against the entrance staring out in to the junkyard. It was then he noticed something off about the older tom. He was just about to ask him when Coricopat spoke up.

"You are wondering where my sister is", He paused for a moment as if thinking before he continued, "and why I am in your den."

Mistoffelees shut his mouth and waited for the other to continue.

The older twin pointed toward the other side of the clearing where Rum Tum Tugger sat with his admirers. "She is over there fawning over that... over Tugger. I don't trust him not hurt her but she won't listen to me."

The tux walked up to the mystic cat and put a hand on one broad shoulder. He understood the other's frustration he had tried to warn his own sister away from the lecherous cat and had gotten brushed off as well. He also understood now why the mystic was in his den. Because the pipe was the only way in or out it was a secluded place to keep an eye on his wayward younger twin. Whether she wanted him to or not.

The conjuring cat sighed, "Why don't you have a seat they won't be going anywhere for a while as long as Tugger is comfortable and watching you stand there is making me antsy." He led the other to the worn mattress in the corner of the small den.

When the other sat down Mistoffelees walked to the other side of the den to a small bookshelf that held an assortment of old books and other various items. "I know it must be driving you insane not being able to stop your sister but it's not healthy to just worry about it." He ran a finger gently over the spines of the books feeling the sudden need to stay standing despite having just told the other to relax.

While he wandered his den he could feel the deceptive gaze on his back. Any one who walked in would think that the mystic had spaced out again but he could feel the intensity of the gaze, he felt naked under it. He startled when the mystic spoke up, "I make you nervous." It wasn't a question.

The conjurer turned quickly to face the other unaware of the blush that bloomed on his cheeks. "I'm not", He saw the barely there change in the other's expression just the slightest twitch of an eyebrow that said he had given himself away. "I guess there's no sense in trying to lie to a mystic."

"It doesn't take a mystic to tell when you are lying. You always blush when you lie."

The conjurer put a hand to his face and felt the heat of the blush. He tried to cover the act by going to the pipe. "I'll be right back I'm just going to check and see if they are still there." He crawled into the pipe staying back in the darkness where he couldn't be seen. Tugger and his entourage had left the area.

Crawling back into the den he stood and turned nearly jumping back at the sight of Coricopat standing right beside the opening. He hadn't even heard him move. Before he could say anything the mystic said, "They are gone. Tantomile would be angry if I kept following them. I am going back to our den. Thank you for letting me stay here." He left before the other could reply.

Mistoffelees hurried out of the pipe but the mystic was gone by the time he stepped in to the clearing. He jumped when he felt a pair of gloved hands grasp his hips. He turned quickly and glared in to the mane of the Rum Tum Tugger. "What do you want?"

"I'm just curious why Coricopat was in your den? Was he making you a real tom?"

Mistoffelees scowled at the lecherous smirk on the flirt's face. "He wasn't doing anything other then making sure you didn't do anything to his sister. He shoved hard against the flirt's chest. Let me go."

He gasped in shock when he felt those gloved hands move from his hips to ass and jerk him forward pushing their lips together. He growled low in his throat when he felt a rough tongue plunder his mouth. He gathered his magic and shot a small spark from his claws to the flirt's chest causing the other to yelp and jump back.

The smirk never left the flirt's face as he let his eyes wander the conjurer s body. "You know you want me. Everyone wants me. Just give in and let me take you."

Mistoffelees turned back to his pipe. "I don't want you Tugger and I'm not going to give myself to you. So just forget about it, and leave me alone."

He crawled back into the pipe and laid down on the mattress curling up and sighing. He lay there for a while clutching the blanket before he realized the blanket smelled of the mystic. The scent was clean and masculine, and he couldn't resist burying his nose in the blanket. He lay there like that until drowsiness set in and he fell asleep.

The conjurer woke up a couple hours later to a pure white face inches from his own. He jumped back startled clutching his chest. "God Victoria what's the matter with you?"

The white queen giggled, "I was waiting for you to wake up don't forget we've been promising our Uncle to have diner with him for weeks now." She giggled again, "Don't make that face Misto we can't cancel again."

Mistoffelees sighed it's not that he wasn t proud of his uncle, or that he didn't care for him, he just wasn't exactly the best company when you didn't want to talk about why you hadn't settled down yet. Maybe he'd be preoccupied with Victoria's announcement to mate with Pouncival and leave his love life out of it for once. Though he doubted he'd be that lucky.

He got up and stretched sighing when his back popped. He stood up and watched Victoria do the same. He sighed begrudgingly, "Are you ready?"

She nodded and they both hurried from the junkyard Bustopher Jones would not be happy if they were late. They found his home not long after sunset, and were greeted at the door by the large tom.

It was well after dark when Mistoffelees and his sister Victoria started home. "I swear our uncle talks as much as he eats. I'm so tired." the tux tom yawned and scratched the back of his head.

"At least he didn't fuss at you too much this time. You shouldn't take it so personally Misto he just worries about you. He doesn't want you to end up old and alone." The white queen hid a yawn behind her hand. "I didn't want to tell him just yet about Pouncival and I planning to mate. We are supposed to leave it a secret till the ball you know. So I hope you appreciate my selfless sacrifice for you." she ribbed him gently.

The tux rolled his eyes and smiled, "Oh yes little sister you always so selfless. Thank you for coming to my rescue again." He frowned and sighed, "I can only hope Tugger has found someone else to bother tonight."

Hearing this Victoria frowned, "Is he still chasing you? I would figure he'd of lost interest by now. Perhaps you should talk to Munkus about it."

"I don't want to cause unnecessary problems it's not like he's hurting me. He's just annoying the piss out of me."

Victoria laughed, "Misto watch your language what would our illustrious uncle say if he heard you talking like that?"

The tux walked straighter and puffed up extending his belly as far as he could. "Dear god Quaxo my boy you sound like the riff raff you live with. Straighten up and act like the gentleman you are." he said in the most pompous voice he could muster causing his sister too double over in laughter.

She elbowed him in the gut still laughing pushing the air he had been holding out. "See now why can't you be like that in front of the rest of the tribe they would love this side of you."

"Oh you know me Victoria I just.."

"Just prefer your privacy." His sister interrupted. "Well I do hope you eventually find someone besides me who you'll let in. Perhaps the mystic cat?"

The tux held open the gate to the junkyard for her looking shocked, "why do you mention him?"

She smiled, "you know the blabber mouth that Tugger is it's already all over the junkyard that Coricopat was in your den this afternoon. Supposedly checking on his sister. Maybe he likes you."

Mistoffelees groaned, "come on now not you too. We're just friends that's all. I mean he is kind of good looking but he would never want me."

"Don't be so sure about that, brother. Give him a chance you never know." By then they had reached the tux's den. "Good night, Misto. Are you sure you don't want me to stay tonight?"

Mistoffelees hugged his sister and gave her a peck on the cheek. "No I'll be alright can't have everyone thinking I need my baby sister to defend me from the big bad Rum Tum Tugger after all." They shared a laugh as she ran off to her own den and he climbed the pipe in to his own.

The next morning Mistoffelees woke up to Munkustrap and his mate Demeter in his den. He groaned and stretched, "Does no one knock anymore?"

Demeter blushed a bit and Munkustrap cleared his throat. "We are sorry to barge in on you so early Quaxo it's just we need to talk to you."

The tux sat up with worried look on his face. "Is something wrong?"

Demeter chimed in, "No nothings wrong we were just talking to Victoria and she said that Tugger was giving you some trouble. So we figured it would be best to talk where no one could hear us."

"Is my brother giving you problems, Quaxo?"

He sighed and said, "No he isn't giving me problems. Well, I mean yes he's been flirting with me but really it's nothing I can't handle."

The jellicle protector nodded, "Alright then as long as you promise to come to us if he becomes too much of a problem for you."

Misto stood and escorted them out, "Yes I promise I'll come to you if I need any help." He waved to them as they ran off and proceeded out into the junkyard to hunt. It was just after sunrise and the mice were milling about quite actively at this hour. He turned a corner and bumped into a skittish Alonzo. "Good morning Alonzo are you out for a hunt?"

Alonzo stammered a bit. "OH Quaxo, Good morning to you to. I'm just out for a stroll. If you'll excuse me I'm heading back to my den." He ran off before the conjurer could say anything more. He cocked his head to the side it was odd for the normally social Alonzo to be acting like that. He couldn t help but wonder what was wrong.

Not long later he pounced on a nice fat rat and quickly ate it. Standing up and stretching he heard a laugh followed by "shhh". He rolled his eyes those to notorious cats could stand for a few lessons in stealth. It was amazing they got away with half the things they did.

Rumpleteazer's head poked out of some garbage nearby which she climbed out of and approached the conjurer. The pearl necklace around her neck, that she had likely stolen from her home on Victoria Grove, shining in the early morning light.

"'Ello Quaxo. 'Ow are you this morning?"

"Just lovely Teazer. Where is Jerri this morning?"

"'E's not far away I just thought I'd stop and see 'ow you were."

An annoyed called of "Rumpleteazer!" was heard from the nearby trash pile.

"That's 'im better go. Bye love." she ran off to follow her twin.

The tux shuddered when he felt a glove hand run along his lower back. "Good morning Tugger." He greeted the maine coon with annoyance clear in his voice.

"No need to sound so annoyed I was just stopping by to see if you'd come to your senses yet." Tugger hugged Mistoffelees from behind and purred in his ear. "Did you see Alonzo this morning?"

The conjurer's ear twitched at the name. "Yes and he was acting strangely I don't suppose you had anything to do with that."

The flirt laughed, "Of course I did. I told you Quaxo everyone wants me. Some are just more reluctant to show it than others."

The young tom turned around and glared at Tugger, "You didn t.."

"Calm down", the flirt crooned running his fingers through the tux's head fur. "I didn't do anything to him that he didn't want done." Tugger ran his hand down Misto's spine and continued, "He really is a fun one. Always so reluctant but once I change his mind.."

Misto covered his ears and pulled away, "I don't want to talk about this. Don't you dare go bragging to anyone about that. If you humiliate him worse than you've already done I swear I ll.."

"Calm down little tux I haven't told anyone but you. After all I don't want risk him turning me down entirely. Just think on what I said." With that he turned and pranced off probably looking for his next conquest.

Mistoffelees turned around himself and took off. He was angry and wanted someone to talk to, but was shocked to find himself looking for the mystic and not his sister. After an exhaustive search of the junkyard turned up no sign of him Misto reluctantly went back to his den.

When he reached the pipe he shocked to find the mystic lounging on top of it waiting for him. "You were looking for me." It wasn't a question. "I am sorry", he said crawling off the pipe and leading Mistoffelees inside. "I would have shown up sooner but someone else needed me."

"Alonzo?"

Coricopat looked at him with a serious look in his eyes. "Yes, he comes to me every time. He knows I won't tell anyone and will let him keep his anonymity. He cares for him you know." He didn't have to say who him was for Mistoffelees to understand. "He had a crush on him a while back and when Tugger showed an interest in him well let's just say Alonzo made a lot of assumptions. When Tugger showed no sign of wanting to settle down after being Alonzo's first he came running to me. I've been comforting him ever since."

"Why are you telling me this?" Misto was confused that the mystic would tell him such a personal story about someone.

"Because you need hear it. Poor Alonzo has been eagerly awaiting every mating dance at every ball since then and every year Tugger ignores him. It's been four years since the first time and he's still waiting."

Misto wiped a tear from his eye. "That's so sad. Will Tugger settle down with him someday?"

Cori shook his head, "I don't know the powers of the mystic do not allow us to see into the hearts of others. Tugger's intentions remain a mystery even to me." He turned and stood close to Mistoffelees stooping over him so that their lips were mere centimeters away. "Be very wary of him. He's a manipulator and not to be trusted."

Looking in to the mystic's deep blue eye he felt his stomach flutter with excitement. He was just about to lean forward and kiss the other tom when he suddenly pulled back and said, "I m sorry to leave so soon but I need to speak to Munkustrap." He climbed in to the pipe and vanished from the other's sight.

Mistoffelees blushed and sighed sitting down hard on his mattress. He should have known the mystic didn't care for him like that. It had been a stupid move trying to kiss the other tom. Now he likely thought Mistoffelees was no better than Tugger.

Misto jumped up and rushed out of his den fully intent to keep himself busy all day to keep his mind off his blunder.

He spent hours practicing his magic and finally stopped in the late afternoon completely exhausted and more than a little hungry. He was quietly stalking a mouse through a pipe when he heard a frustrated scream. He hurried to the source and spotting it he quickly hid in the shadows.

Alonzo had cornered the maine coon and was glaring at him red in the face. "I am not a replacement for Quaxo! So don't you dare to come to me just because he turns you away!"

Tugger gave him his best smile before pulling Alonzo to him holding him around the middle. "Come here 'Lonzy don t make a scene."

Alonzo punched at the maine coon's chest, "Don t tell me not to make a scene, and let me go you manipulative asshole! Don't even pretend you care how I feel!" He shocked Misto and Tugger by suddenly scratching the maine coon's face and pulling away. "Don't you dare come to me again. I will not fall for your tricks again." That said he turned around and stormed away from the flirt.