Tugger sighed as he stood by the royal family, waiting for a commandment. Misto kept smirking at him, thinking it was hilarious. Though Misto would grow jealous when one of his female cousins would look at Tugger, because they all thought he was ruggedly cute. He wasn't the proper, pompous asshole like the other toms that tried to court them. He was from the streets, the darker parts of London, obviously since he wore the street fashion of gaudy accessories and untamed hair, instead of the proper fashion attire as the royal family was suppose to wear. Misto looked royal compared to Tugger, but he looked like a street cat compared to his cousins. His cousins liked Tugger because thye thought he was the stereotypical bad boy, and although he was in a way, they had no idea what he was really like. Misto knew what Tugger was like, and he was afraid he'd run off with one of his cousins, wanting to get his kicks. But as he saw Tugger make eye contact with his cousins, he didn't look to impressed. But when he looked at Misto, he looked on the tuxedo cat so lovingly, and him and Misto would share a knowing smile.

"What do you think of my family?" Misto asked Tugger as they hid in a closet.

"A bunch of fat cats," he replied, which was a term they used to mean rich and spoiled cats. "They keep checking me out like they think they can get with me. Please," he scoffed. "I don't need them, nor do I want them. I have you and that's all that matters to me."

Misto smiled up at him, blushing.

"Say, how about we go out tonight," Tugger suggested. "I'll treat you to a wonderful evening."

"Oh I don't know. We might not be able to get around the guards."

"The guards? The dogs are my new friends. We'll be able to get by easily with their help."

"Well, what will we do?"

Tugger smiled at him. "You'll see. Be ready at eleven."

"Eleven at night?"

"Yeah, everyone will be in by that time."

Misto smiled. "Okay."

So, at eleven, Tugger and Misto snuck out of the palace with the help of Theo and Chauncey. Tugger just wanted a romantic setting to tell Misto how he felt. He wanted to tell him how much he loved him. He brought him to a fountain near the palace, sitting quietly in the middle of a park. "Misto, I have to tell you something," Tugger said.

"What?" Misto asked.

Tugger smiled at his adorable face. He kissed him tenderly. "Well, we've been best friends for a long time, and I think you're so much more perfect than any other living thing on this planet. I want to be with you for the rest of my life." He sighed. "I love you, Misto."

Misto smiled. He leaned in and kissed Tugger deeply. "Oh, Tugger, I love you, too. Does this mean that we're..."

"Mates?"

Misto nodded.

"Yeah, you can finally say you're taken. There are a lot of people who want to be in your place. So you can tell them you've captured the Rum Tum Tugger finally."

Misto giggled. "I think most of the queens will like the fact you're with a tom over another queen. They'll say, 'Oh! That's why he's not with me. He's gay!'"

Tugger laughed and pulled Misto against him. "When the hell can we go home?" he asked.

"My uncle is coming back in three weeks."

Tugger groaned. "What're we gonna do until then? Pretend we're strangers?"

"No, silly. It'll be like I said. The royal cat falls in love with the servant and they have to keep a secret love affair going."

Tugger laughed again. "This should be fun then."

"Yeah, but you know what we could do for now?"

"What?"

Misto raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, Misto, I didn't think you wanted to move this fast."

"I've wanted you since the first kiss, Tugger."

"Well, no goin' back now. I'm horny as hell with the way you're looking at me. Come here."

Misto laughed and Tugger threw him under him. The two made love until they had to return to the palace before anyone woke up. They each tried to stay awake since they stayed up all night, and found that they were having some difficulties.

"Mistoffelees," said the majesty. "Please. Keep your head up."

"Sorry," he said, yawning.

"That trashy junkyard you come from has made you lose your etiquette skills, I see. Typical. I don't see why your uncle makes you and Victoria live there. It's not good for you. Ever since your mother married that trashy Jellicle this family has been shamed. The royal shouldn't associate with such filth."

Misto looked at Tugger, who was about to punch the highness in the face for saying all that. Misto was about to cry, because she flat out called his father trash, and said he was a disgrace.

"You are royal. The Jellicle Junkyard is a place where trash grows up to be garbage." That got a few laughs. "I bet you'll end up mating with one of those queens. She'll probably be trash."

Misto saw Tugger about to say something, so he spoke before he could. "I've already mated with someone," Misto said.

"What? Without my consent?"

"Of course without your consent. And guess what - I mated with a tom."

They all gasped, and Tugger smiled. Theo and Chauncey and a few of the other servant cats smiled, too, liking this new tom. "You're gay?" one of his cousins asked.

"Flaming," Misto answered.

Tugger barked a laugh and immediately covered his mouth.

"He's gorgeous and perfect and wonderful and I love him. He's my best friend and if you saw him you'd think he was the sexiest thing alive, because he is to me. He's hot all over, and when I say 'all over' I mean all over."

Tugger tried to contain his laughter, and tried to contain his horniness. Misto was turning him on with all that flattery.

"You lost your virginity to a Jellicle?" one of his cousins asked, receiving a swipe on the head from her mother.

"Oh yeah. He rocked my world. He rocked my world twice."

Tugger laughed again, covering his mouth. Though he immediately stopped laughing once he heard a familiar voice coming from within the palace. Bustopher's. He looked at Misto, who heard the voice too. Tugger motioned for Theo to come over. He whispered that he had to leave quickly and without anyone noticing. Theo walked with him around the patio, where Tugger hid as Bustopher emerged.

"Mistoffelees," Bustopher said. "Where's your luggage?"

"Uh...upstairs," Misto said. He hardly brought anything with him when he was forced to come here.

"Oh, so Tugger's upstairs?"

Misto's eyes went wide. "Uh...he is? Oh good! I just can't wait to see him! Why's here? Oh, is it because you really love me, Uncle Busty?"

"Don't play coy with me, Mistoffelees."

Misto frowned.

"Who are you talking about?" the majesty asked.

"Misto's friend, Tugger."

"Tugger. Is that your mate?"

Misto blushed.

"Mate? You've mated with Tugger?" Bustopher asked.

Misto nodded slowly. "I love him, uncle," he mumbled.

Bustopher sighed.

"See what you've done?" the majesty asked. "You've turned him into Jellicle trash. Mating with one of them. He's disgraced this family, and it's all because you let him and his sister live in that dump."

"Excuse me?" Bustopher asked. "The Jellicle Junkyard is a glorious place full of good-hearted people. They have more class and compassion than this royal dump here."

Misto smiled, looking at his uncle with more admiration than ever.

"Come on, Misto, I'm taking you home, to where you really belong. Tugger! Get out here! I know you're hiding!"

Tugger bashfully stepped forward, the cousins glaring daggers at Misto for having such a hot ass boyfriend. "Later guys," Tugger said as they walked out of the palace.

"Why're you here?" Misto asked. "You were suppose to come and get me in a few weeks."

"I've changed my mind, and don't ask why," Bustopher said, and that was that.

They returned to the junkyard, relieved to be back in a place where they were accepted, even for their flaws and immature ways. Deep down, everyone loved the way they brought a naive cloud over the yard. The Jellicle Junkyard was always joyous, no matter what any royal fart thought.