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Notes: *dances cause first IC post*

Sent back again, what number was this? Second no third, yes the third. The third time the tags came off and his life once again revolving around what he called the check in the desk, where the government official currently on duty would retake the leash learn what happened and scold him for once again failing in his duties. This time though the real reason was hidden to save his former master’s reputation. Guess saying that your pet and your eldest child happened to become friends with benefits is more devastating then saying the pet couldn’t be controlled. Mathias thought the truth was well worth it and had an even harder time then the last from showing a pleased grin while pretending to be sorry for what he’d done and to do better next time, if there was a next time. He had lasted little over a year under their care and technically wasn't sent back for punching them in the face. In fact until that discovery he was relatively pampered and respected, although hired as a cheap body guard it didn't take long to figure out he there more a status symbol considering just how much pampering he was given. Regardless of the reason and the circumstance it was a new record to his files. They told him that he should make sure the fourth master he final one if he wanted to stay useful to society, a threat that went in one ear and out the other.

After the initial scolding he was lead through the halls again, passed the numerous filled cells some faces he recognized and others not yet all of them stared. Mathias kept his face down like someone who was feeling guilty for something. When his tour guide wasn’t looking though he flashed many pleased smirks to the faces he recognized, he was terrible at keeping the appearance he was required to. 

He wasn’t sure how long he was lead around. Down some levels and up others, the figure was supposedly leading him to his new cellmates but it wasn’t hard to figure out that he also took the opportunity to parade him around, show off that no matter what everyone always ends up back here or how ever such a sick mind’s cogs turn. Eventually though, eventually his new home was found and he was shoved through the door.

Mathias barely counted to ten after the guard took leave before dropping his entire demeanor and claim the empty bed for himself. “Isn’t it good to see your faces again?” He blurted out tone way more proud than it should in that situation. As he finally decided to figure out who his new cell mates were.

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

This was supposed to be another usual day of being trapped behind the metal bars. He was relaxing on the bed, bored out of his mind. Seriously, couldn’t the people at least be generous enough to toss in a book or movie every now and then…? It was so hard to not just sit in the cell and be self loathing when there was nothing else to do. He let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, ready to go back into another small slumber to pass time, when suddenly he heard the door slam open. Immediately he jumped up and perked his ears up in alert, his green orbs glancing all over before they stopped at the bars to peek into the chamber directly in front of his. They seemed focused on something down the path, and Lovino groaned, curling up on his bed. Another mutant. Oh wow, so new.

Lovino was about to ignore the whole new event until he heard his own cell door open, making him squeak and quickly hide in the darkest corner in the cell, changing his form quickly and painlessly to the fluffy little cat appearance. His green eyes glowed in the dark corner as he carefully watched the event take place of a newcomer joining in the cell… Or at least, what was new for now. Lovino recognized the face almost instantly, and his ears flattened against his head the moment he realized afterwards that they were locked in the cell together when the door was slammed shut once again and locked with a click.

He waited until the Dane made his way to the empty bed and plopped himself down, seemingly plastering the same smile on his face as he was known for having the whole time. Rolling his eyes, Lovino stretched in the corner and decided to not bother changing back. The other mutant must have seen him around, anyway, before in his last few stays in the Underground. Sure, he wasn’t famous for his powers or anything—In fact, he was nothing more than a bait for the stronger mutants in the arena, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t known for his attitude towards the humans despite his lower status.

The cat walked out from the shadowed corner to jump onto his bed, sitting down and sighing with an annoyed hiss. ”You of all people…?” He asked, flicking his ears in obvious irritation. Why did he always seem to end up sharing cells with the annoying ones…? This one in particular didn’t seem like he cared if he was sent back behind bars; Lovino could only wish he could think the same way each time his new master gave him up as well. The starved tabby gave his neck a few scratches with his back paw before he mewled, "I thought someone got you auctioned out permanently...?"

Word Count: 492

Tags: Mathias

Notes: Let's see how this goes xD

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 609

Tags: Mathias and Lovino <3

Every time a familiar face wondered back through the corridors of the underground mutants in each cage seemed to watch as whoever was led to their home once more. Faces showed shock over the return of a mutant as if expecting all those who managed to find a contract to never find themselves making mistakes that would surely return them to the underground. In actuality mutants being returned to the underground happened more often than the mutants like to believe. It was often an endless cycle that mutants would make a mistake and find themselves being returned, sometimes for something simple and others for a mistake they could have been prevented. Even with the common occurrence the mutants watched as the mutant was paraded around as if to be a warning to the others that they could be returned. All it took was one mistake.

Watching as the proud or cowering mutant was brought to their cage was never something the shadow mutant enjoyed. He didn’t care who was brought back, in the end they were given a taste of the outside that he hadn’t had after his fourth birthday. Seeing someone be returned to the underground was almost humorous to Hamish. If the mutants wished to keep outside the underground they only had to follow simple rules, even he knew that.

Over time he managed to learn the face of every mutant in the underground, being one of the oldest mutants still locked away helped with that. It was rare that he didn’t know a face after auction day came around. Carefully he would take note of each face and name if he managed to catch it.
Paying attention to the mutants who arrived to the underground life made it easy for Hamish to tell the difference between the new mutants and the ones who were returned. The new mutants deserved some form of kindness from the shadow user; they were afraid as they left the lifestyle of the Weeds of Tomorrow Academy and began the struggle that was the underground. Mutants returned to the underground didn’t deserve this kindness unless he found signs of abuse covering their body.

The squeak of his cellmate caught his attention causing Hamish to peak toward the cat mutant to see him dart to a corner. If this was a rare occurrence his attention would have been caught more but instead his eyes fell closed and he stayed leaning against the bars ignoring his surroundings. The sound of the cell opening didn’t even seemed to interest him, it happened often when Lovino or himself were being removed to head to the arena or if he managed to catch the attention of a human who offered enough for a single night with the redhead.
The under cheerful sounding voice did cause one of the green eyes to open to find the source of the voice. It sounded familiar but he wasn’t always the best at putting a name to just a voice alone. The face was familiar but still the name seemed to elude his mind.

Annoyance he heard from Lovino earned a soft chuckled from the ginger mutant. If it wasn’t the food or just being in the cell the cat always found something to grumble about. Hamish moved to his feet and turned his attention to the blonde that joined in the their cell suddenly.
Smirk plastered on his lips he moved to the now taken bed and straddled the built man’s hips. “Did ye miss me sae muckle that ye hud tae return?” His tone was a bit playful now that the blonde was once more trapped in the arena.

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Tags: Lovi and Ham

Notes: cellmates for life, the way they work anyways

Aside from a squeak in the corner which sounded more like a scared cat than a person, he was met by almost absolute silence while he began to get comfortable on the bed at least comfortable as it was going to get. It reeked of god knows what stained it from the numerous other occupants that once claimed it as their’s, and some stains smelled fresh and some of fresh rot. A mental sigh meant he’d have to get used to that quickly.

The Dane was also not oblivious to the stare he was getting from the other bed, an unpleasant one anyways but he’d simply ignored it for now. He figured then a short lived though that this would be a boring crowd and that his days of sanity were numbered. So shorted lived thankfully that after he spoke, just as he was half relaxed he was startled to propping up on his elbows by a hissing cat on his bed. One part of his mind wanted to question who snuck it in until it spoke. Memories ran through trying to place a name and failed, the possibility that he’d seen the guy in this place was big but talking to him previously not so much and yet the other recognized him well enough. The questions ran through his mind like it should and to it he shrugged and his grin turned into a smirk, a sly and slightly sultry smirk before responding. “Why yes....” He started off slowly as if treading ground “ of course it’s me and don’t worry, I’m sure you’d bite harder me” As if the words were any reassurance to whatever worries arose from his grand entrance. “Also it seems permanent just means until whenever to people so I’ve returned from their humble grasp into yours” the soft threads of sarcasm and the blood of holding a chuckle back were slipping through his teeth.

“I’ll tell you the story later I’m sure you’ll love to hear what happened” Mathias’ tone flipped to something more serious than the earlier sarcastic teasing as he pretty much explained that he’d gotten kicked out on his own terms and how it was a field day of an experience when he felt he was back of the guards good sides long enough for the spotlight to get off his shoulder and the truth wouldn’t dig him further in the hole if the wrong people has heard it.

Almost instantly as he finished his thought, a flash of a familiar redhead passed the corner of his eye and his own back was once again against the mattress. Mathias couldn’t help but smirk even wider, as if his luck for this day was picking up little by little, or at least the thought of passing time made easier knowing that at least this one wasn’t the boring silence he expected before. A quick shift of the hips and he’d quickly flipped their position careful of the other also on the bed of course. A snarky tone followed suit “ I don’t know about miss, but above ground just doesn’t have quite the same pleasures, if you know what I mean”

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

As his red haired cellmate chuckled at his grumbling, Lovino felt another small hiss emit from his body. His fur stood all around, especially around his neck, and only calmed when he gave his body a quick shake. Great. Now he not only had one annoying cellmate, but two. The two seemed to get along and get talkative, as well, which only caused Lovino to roll his eyes once more. There goes his original plan of sleeping in the bed until he was brought out of the cell or food came, right out the window in a split second. He could only imagine the headache he would suffer later from the two other mutants.

The cat was never quite welcoming to new cellmates, really. It usually took him a few days to finally step out the shadowed corner he claimed as his own, and only then would he even allow himself to mutter a greeting to the newcomer. However, this case was different. Lovino knew exactly who the new mutant was, and though he hated to admit it, he almost felt a bit happy knowing it was another strong mutant that was trapped behind bars with him. Strong mutant meant lots of winning battles in the arena, which meant more food. Sure it was quite harsh to only think of the new mutant as a source of food, but that was how reality worked; and Lovino was more than willing to take it in as such if it meant he had more chances to get his belly stuffed, as well.

Hearing Mathias’s tone as he spoke of his return to the underground, Lovino couldn’t help but to feel further annoyed. Here was a man, having a chance to live his life outside of here, and he messed up because he most likely just couldn’t follow orders? What a waste, really. The cat narrowed his eyes and tapped the end of his tail against the mattress, unable to understand why any mutant would be as dumb as this one. If he had a chance to be outside and with owners that actually didn’t treat him like dirt, then he would have done all he could to make sure he stayed with them. Especially if he was on a permanent contract. Those sound lovely at first, until the real meaning sinks in that at any given time, the human could just say they were done and toss the mutant off with no further expenses.

Lovino’s green eyes caught onto the smirk that was plastered onto the redheaded mutant’s face, making him flatten his ears slightly. It never was a good sign to see such feature placed onto the shadow-controlling mutant. Uncomfortable, he shifted his weight from side to side on his forepaws, kneading the hard mattress under them, sinking his claws in slightly to hopefully find some comfort in the action. It felt relaxing to be able to sink his claws into something, and soon he was pulling upon his own sheets, watching the tiny holes widen, adding onto the collection of several other holes on his bed. Sure, he would most likely get in trouble for destroying the bed if the guards were to find out, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Lowering his eyes away from the scene as soon as the redhead straddled the blond male’s hips, Lovino almost groaned. Seriously…?

”…You guys are sick.”

Word Count: 567

Tags: Mathias & Hamish

Notes: Oh come on, Lovi. You know you're interested~ //shot

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 590

Tags: Mathias and Lovino

Whenever the mutants that returned found themselves roomed with Hamish, he always craved knowledge of what caused them to return. Sometimes he even asked what life above ground was like. He barely could remember anything after all the years passed, The Weeds of Tomorrow hadn’t been in the underground but it wasn’t the same as when he was a child and was able to roam the city. Hearing of the stories from the above ground was almost like hearing a fairy tale for Hamish. The knowledge seemed to be unreal for the mutant, food and a comfortable bed was too much for him to understand. Being a pet did seem to always promise a better life but Hamish’s pride had been too much to ever accept the better lifestyle.

Each passing year did make Hamish think about what he was doing to himself. He slowly became stronger but his body seemed to keep the frail appearance. His body wasn’t able to form muscles while he was living in the care of the underground it seemed.

In the case of Mathias it was a wonder of how the mutant found his way back to the underground. The usual reason was for attacking his owner, the same reason Hamish often was able to avoid being purchased. While straddling the mutants hips his eyes seemed to inspect the skin of the blonde’s hands as if looking for some kind of sign that would tell him what happened. For those mutants he knew Hamish seemed able to notice anything from a faded bruise or a blemish in their face. Studying the knuckles he concluded punching was not the way Mathias found himself back to the underground. Normally he would see busted knuckles from the force put behind the blow and if not that he would find the blood of the former master still present on the skin but neither things were found.
“Ah ken whit ye mean.” Smirking as he was flipped onto his back against the stained mattress. The strains he knew were from fights within the cells or even what it seemed the two were about to do now. Arching his back of the stained mattress he got close to the male’s face and ghosted his lips over the others but pulled back before and bite into the blonde’s neck. Blood could be tasted against the skin as his teeth ripped at the skin. Lapping at the crimson fluid Hamish smirked and let himself fall flat once the wound began to close.

Green eyes stayed focused on the male as he studied the smirking expression. “Howfur did ye git returned this time? Ah kin tell ye didnae batter this owner. Whit did ye dae this time?” His tone was a bit taunting knowing that it would possibly get him a story without ruining the playful atmosphere around the two.
The kitten trapped in the cell probably felt jealous of Mathias, he had been given a home and something he had done got him returned. Hamish always believed the bait mutants always wanted to find an owner. Life here seemed to be worse for them than it was for the mutants who were not only willing but also able to tear into the flesh of another mutant.

The comment from the kitten earned a soft chuckle. They were sick weren’t they? Everything about the underground could be described as being sick but it was their life now. “How come dinnae ye jyne us Lovino? Some pleasure micht mak' ye a wee mair relaxed.”

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Hamish translations:
I know what you mean.
Why did you get returned this time? I can tell you didn't punch this owner. What did you do this time?
Why don't you join us Lovino? Some pleasure might make you a little more relaxed.

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Tags: Lovi and Ham

Notes: He has no shame

There was a gasp at the feeling of teeth, one part of him was annoyed by the teasing nature of the one under him yet the other part welcomed the outcome. Mathias quickly returned the favor, a rough kiss with the biting of lips chuckling internally. “I see you haven’t changed at all ” He’d chuckled not bothering to sit up even with the questions asked and the smirk stayed slyly. “curious as always, and a fan of the tales” another pause as he attempted to word it right, the story of his return.

The memories of the last year or so were way fresh in his mind, clearly he could recall the life style he had and the adventures with it. Being paraded, shown off whenever there were social gatherings, defending and guarding the family that kept him fed and the rewards that followed for good service, lots of rewards and expensive ones. Of course he had lost all except one of the expensive treats when he was brought back, some were taken back by the family and others he was sure if he was good the authorities at the check in may be willing to return. But the one that was in a way worth the most was the point of his stories in the first place, in his eyes worth the trip back. The child was a man who had desires and lusts like any other but he was kept at close watch by his parents in fear that their fragile reputation would falter until they were sure they found him someone suitable. The Dane on the other hand wasted no thoughts in letting him explore those desires, his own being met. It was anything but another duty to his list. In public it just seemed like they were simply getting along really well, no one clued in. Of course he himself never expected the parents to check the room in the middle of the night and find out their worst nightmare, there was nothing redeeming that could be said but there were pleas and attempts to take some of the blame but it was already settled and the pet had to go. It was a good thing that to the Dane there was only lust involved.

As if to put it off even more he focused back to the cat who’d returned to their side of the cell in annoyance at the current events “He’s right, you should come join, you can’t hear the tales over there and who knows you might even have a bit innocent fun” The tone was still playful, inviting even considering the things they were about to do were far from innocent.

After figuring he dragged it on a little longer than he should he went back to his tale. “Hmm, well since you noticed it wasn’t because I didn’t along with them I’ll just say it like this” The smirk grew larger for a bit “I got along too well with their kid and it didn’t go over too well when we were caught”

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

As much as Lovino knew it happened all too often, the cat mutant hated being reminded of the cold facts of a mutant's life. How humans easily bought them for entertainment or some job they claimed was too hard for themselves, and then would give the mutant up once they disobeyed or ran out of things to do. Like a toy that was only bought for a certain period of a child's short amusement, they were brought into a house, full of hope to have finally gotten out of the hell and to live a happier life than what was the otherwise given choice, and then tossed out like garbage. Having been through three owners already, the shape-shifter knew exactly how that worked. So when Hamish asked the Danish male what was the reason he got returned this time, Lovino almost flattened his ears to block out the answer that was going to be given. Kneading at the sheets to keep himself from getting too distressed, the cat gave out a small noise that resembled the slightest of hisses as an answer to the red haired male.

"Maybe I just don't want to know what you guys are talking about? Does that sound like a good reason?" He asked back, his tail swaying large behind his back. His fur was slightly bristled, standing on its ends in a hostile manner, clearly not happy with the new cellmate he had to deal with. If anything, you two will be the last people I'll go to if I wanted to be relaxed..." He muttered under his breath, his left ear flicking when Mathias spoke up. With a groan, the cat laid down on the bed, wrapping his long tail around his frail body, still continuing to sink and pull the claws out the fabric underneath his figure.

Never having been a friendly one, Lovino was far from willing to deal with an overly friendly one or one that was just plain out annoying; in this case, Lovino could only guess that Mathias was the latter of the two categories given. With a small sigh, feeling a headache already beginning to make its way to torture him, Lovino rested his chin on his paws and listened half-heartedly, figuring a little advice on knowing what humans didn't accept as far as behavior goes could help him in the future; he could avoid himself from making the same mistakes, right?

Hearing Mathias' explanation left the cat confused for a split second, before he finally caught on. Such relationship was far off from his available things to think of at the moment, that the idea didn't come to him as quick as he would've liked. But when it did, it caused frustration, so one could only wonder if the realization was worth or not. "You're telling us... You gave up the cushy life at the outside world because you couldn't keep yourself in your friggin pants?" The cat questioned, his eyes narrowing, "That's pathetic."

Word Count: 497

Tags: Mathias & Hamish

Notes: Lovi is very jealous omg.

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 801

Tags: Lovino and Mathias

Even with someone over him keeping his thin body trapped against the filth of the mattress wasn’t something that would be described as uncomfortable. This was what would be classified as rather normal, having someone showing sexual desire toward him was almost too normal. Allowing anyone dominance was something that scared him away but Mathias hover over him it was almost a reminder telling him he was safe. Even if he didn’t fully trust the blonde they always seemed willing to be there for him. The kiss was more than welcomed and the roughness to it was rather enjoyable. The biting of his lip encouraged him to go for another kiss trying to dominant Mathias’ mouth. Taking hold of the blonde he rolled their bodies to the side making himself back on top. Being on top was always more comforting after all. “Did ye expect me tae chaynge while ye wur gaen?” His tone was playful. Mathias hadn’t been gone all that long in his opinion. They had known each other during The Weeds of Tomorrow and he waited two years for the blonde to join him in the underground. A year wouldn’t change Hamish anyway. The sly smile was a telltale sign that the story would be a new one that and exciting at that.

Even if the kitten didn’t wish to know why Mathias was returned it was always interesting to know how mutants were returned. Some just didn’t listen but in Mathias’ case it was always something more than that. It was shocking how the humans didn’t seem to understand that the mutants didn’t want to belong to them and follow idiotic rules. They could express themselves in words, what pet could do that?

The sound at kneading the thin sheet making nail size holes caught Hamish’s attention that something was wrong. From the hiss to the flattened ears showed the discomfort the younger mutant felt over their discussion or action, it was hard to decide between what might be upsetting him more. Climbing from the bed abandoning the Dane he moved over the kitten and sat next to the mattress. Keeping his movements slow as to allow Lovino amble time to swat if he wished Hamish reached under the cat’s chin and began to scratch the kitten’s chin. Admittedly he enjoyed animals and seeing one, despite being mutant not a normal cat, stressed wasn’t something he enjoyed. His hands made sure not to touch the ears that he believed to be sensitive. Instead of playing with the soft ears his free hand reach behind the cat and stroked through his fur combing it and massaging the skin below. If claws dug into his skin he would retreat and allow the Italian his personal space but he wished to show the youth that they could be kind to him.

It wasn’t uncommon that Hamish hard someone didn’t want to be stuck with him or trusted him to help them relax. Not that he could blame anyone for not enjoying his company. Did anyone but Mathias find any pleasure in it? Hamish wasn’t sure and didn’t care anyway, being liked wasn’t one of his concerns. His hand stroked the fur flattening it back down as it began to stand on end.

Noticing how many holes were now in the already thin blanket a thought ran through his head, the Russian nights often were cold and the youth wasn’t in any better shape than he was meaning they would probably freeze later that night. Making a note to himself he would give up his sheet to the kitten once the temperature began to drop. Being bait was already hard enough adding a cold to that life was not something Hamish assumed would be pleasurable. He’d endure the cold or use Mathias if it came to not being able to stand the cold for the night. If it was an option he would just keep Lovino warm himself but he knew that suggestion would lead to a disgusted mutant and that was the last thing he desired.

Turning his attention back to Mathias he had to chuckle at the response to the inquiry. From the entire time he had known the Dane they were one to try their hand at getting with anyone that seemed like a challenge or offered some sort of fun. “Thay shuid pat in yer stuff that ye shouldn't gang tae lang wi'oot a lay.“ It was a taunt knowing that it was common that the Dane even got with others in the underground. Honestly it was surprising that it wasn’t in Mathias’ file already that he could be seen as a sexual deviant from time to time. Hamish often was around to be offered to deal with that lustful side when it reared it’s head.

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Did you expect me to change while you were gone?
They should put in your files that you shouldn't go too long without a lay.

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Tags: The 2 awesome cellmates

Notes: Now he's gonna get scratched forsure

Preoccupied by the kiss it was as if everything else around him was ignored. This bit of pleasure being savored if there was anything to savor about pure lust for an old friend. The small battle for dominance short lived for the moment when the Dane was on his back, once again. Just now was not the time to keep fighting for something so menial when he’d just showed up after a year of fun. “That’d be like asking for a miracle” The tease was made obvious with the slight smirk. The redhead under him proving once again that this hell hole of a place was in away more of a home than the outside. No one abandoned anyone in here, not intentionally. Sure feuds and rivalries were common in the cells but in the end once you were in here it’s was clear that the same rivals made better allies than the ones outside the gates. In the year outside, he learned all the perks of having a home with some rich family but there were more catches and that alone made it almost not worth leaving.

The cat on the other bed though helped a little to bring him back to reality or at least the current one. The little annoyed hisses were almost amusing, usually it would mean stop or something else but just because the cat was clearly no ordinary cat he was having a hard time not laughing at his distress, the muffling from his teeth on his own tongue making it sound more like a chuckle. Just now he’d sat up, the other having moved to comfort the mad furball. Mathias watched for a moment before getting up and sitting with the other two. “Forgive me,” The grin on his face making it hard to believe for a second that it was going to be a proper apology, genuine it would be but the fact that he failed to see the wrong made the words almost useless. “I’ve been away too long and I’m just coming down from the high of it all” In any other situation Mathias would have almost crawled on top of them but even in his cheeky mood he knew it was a bad idea to nearly sit on a cat, even a talking one.

The reactions to his story was almost priceless, on the one hand he was almost praised and for that his grin turned wider and resembled a rather cheeky smirk even though the scolding was right, he should not be proud of his action. Yes, on the other hand he’d gotten a scolding, a small one but it was still a scolding. “If you knew them you wouldn’t have thought twice either. Hell if you had me go for a second chance I’d do it again, they wanted fun and freedom and I gave them a little taste.” He’d by then scooted back on the bed to lean against the wall. Even with what he said there honestly wasn’t anything redeeming about the situation. “Although, the faces were priceless too, they wondered why their perfect kid never had a girlfriend, forgetting they never let him out of the house alone of course.” There was a pause as he thought of one last thing to add to his ever grown list of reasons why he never learns his lesson. “I need good points but if they haven’t already taken them for themselves I did come back with a few souvenirs that I left at the check in desk. Who knows I might even get them back”

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Lovino continued to watch until he finally had enough, closing his eyes to avoid viewing the two cellmates he had been forced with. He was about to go to the barred wall and mewl loudly for a guard, to take him out of the cell and bring him to another one. Or even attempt to squeeze out again, despite them putting up chain linked boards up against the bars just because the cat continued trying to get out. He glanced over to see the lower half of the wall covered with the board, which made him irritated much more, knowing that the humans saw him nothing more than a cat to begin with. It only irritated him further knowing he could do nothing about the blockage, either, just like a common cat.

Slow movements caught the cat's eyes, and he quickly looked over. The slow moves the elder mutant showed gave Lovino some sense of relief, though unknown to himself in reality as to why it felt much more calming. It was as if he would be scared if the other had moved quickly, despite the fact that Lovino had learned that the other mutant was not going to hurt him in the cell. After a few meals provided by him, the cat had learned that he wasn't going to lash out for no reason. The Dane, he wasn't too sure about yet, but at least the red head was going to make sure he wasn't going to attack out of the blue. As the hand lowered, Lovino flattened his ears once more but didn't move, instead, sinking his claws into the blanket once more, his body automatically tensing. It was just some weird instinct in him, that made him want to make sure he was able to run as soon as it was required to do so. When the hand moved under his chin, though, he visibly relaxed, leaning his weight onto the scratching fingers. Soft vibrations rose in his throat, giving off faint noises of purring. He lifted his body slightly to push himself against the massaging fingers as well, before he himself moved away from the Scotsman for some space.

"Something like that can really kill your files..." He muttered in a small noise that sounded like a mewl, commenting on the sarcastic remark about putting the warning in the Dane's paperwork. Humans seemed to judge everything according to what was written on those papers; the smallest comments to the biggest warnings. It was their easy way out to know the mutants without having to personally meet with them and get to know them in person. Lovino could only imagine what were written on his.

Weak, useless, tempermental, lazy, judgemental... Those were just a few words that Lovino could guess were written into his paperwork; especially from the Weeds of Tomorrow's time spent in the school. He was one of the worse students of the year, so he could only imagine what kind of bullcrap the teachers would put into there to make it harder for the cat-mutant to find a family.

"I'm sure I wouldn't screw with anybody... Especially if it's my master." Lovino spat out in disgust regarding to Mathias' words, hissing softly. Imagining his last three masters, he couldn't even think of sleeping with them; they all were much older, and only bought him in attempts to raise a cat, not a mutant necessarily. They would refuse such act done on them, and Lovino was not going to even attempt to try.

Word Count: 584

Tags: Mathias & Hamish

Notes: Lovi just wants some awesome scratches cause yesss <3

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 1026

Tags: Lovino and Mathias

Hurtful sounding words lacked meaning when coming from the smiling Dane. Instead of feeling agitated by the words Hamish accepted them as a loving compliment from a past lover. The two always seemed to disguise their loving words with peppering in insults that would make most men fight. The two always seemed to have this type of relationship but this made Hamish feel comfortable not worried that their relationship would ever become more than that. Whenever the Dane found another home Hamish used their insulting nature to convince himself that they were nothing more than fuck buddies, friends with benefits cared more for each other than these two did he was sure of it. Whenever he found himself questioning the relationship thinking it would be more the blonde found his way back to the underground and the insult began a new. “Better chance o` yer grawin a brain.” A flash of white sharp teeth poked through Hamish’s lips as he smiled over at Mathias returning his comment with another insult. Mathias and Hamish were similar and yet had nothing in common but their need for affection when trapped in underground. The mutants often felt lust when alone in the bars and given access to another mutant that could fulfill their needs.
Society had deemed them all worthy of living the life of the underground and yet Hamish found this place his home. Whenever Mathias left part of his family left making him realize a little more that the hellhole would never be his home but yet he didn’t want to leave. If he left to go home with some humans as their pet he would be unable to welcome his fellow mutant home after each time he was returned with a new complaint. The tales were always worth being without the Dane for some time.

Something he would never admit no matter the passage of time or the change in their relationship. Each time he saw Mathias returned he wanted to kiss the male, welcome him home and show him that the loved remained. Part of the Scot wanted to make it known to Mathias that wherever the ginger was would be his home. These thoughts would forever go unsaid, as he was sure Mathias knew how he felt even if it was unspoken.

The relationship with Lovino was different from what Hamish had with Mathias. With Mathias it was almost a need knowing that for years the Dane gave him the affection he never seemed to receive but Lovino wasn’t that same as the Dane. With the kitten there didn’t seem to need to be any sexual interaction. Hamish wouldn’t deny that he would enjoy such things but he didn’t need them to feel close and protective of the Italian. From the first day when the mutant found their way into the underground part of him wished to show that they weren’t alone. While being feared by humans and mutants alike there was another side to Hamish that made him protective almost loving to anyone who caught his attention. Without ever having spoke to each other Lovino had managed to earn a place in Hamish’s ranks that promised protection.

Despite Lovino from getting homes and listening to the guards when needed Hamish knew they weren’t too different from each other. The mutant had tried to free himself just as Hamish had done in the past. Difference between the two was Hamish couldn’t leave the other behind as he went to his freedom. Instead he always found himself turning back and trying to find a way he could save those he loved.

The comment about ruining the Dane’s files was a true statement but Hamish wasn’t sure any of them cared anymore. If they cared Hamish didn’t care anymore. His files were already ruined from the nine years of insults and attacking humans. Never did he care what the humans thought of him so as long as he was able to find peace with his own kind. “Folk ur dumb thay still think thay kin chaynge us 'n' beat obedience intae th' untamed.” This was a lesson Hamish had learned as guards still attempted to keep the rouge redhead under control. Guards had the belief that they could mold him into the perfect pet and finally find an owner willing to take him in.

Within Hamish’s files he was sure there were a mix of negative and positive comments that would scare anyone away from buying him. Strong, passionate, temperamental, judgmental, energetic, untamed. Words all painted a beautiful image of the ginger but all knew after seeing the complaints he wasn’t some beauty that could be broken and made into the image of perfection as some wished. The Weeds of Tomorrow probably gave endless warnings about the Scot when they handed him over to the underground. Guards didn’t seem to heed those warnings but just once day had taught them the truth that were found in each word written. Teachers detested all that he was but all seemed to believe that wild stallion like nature would bring something to the underground. He would be of some use in the future if they just allowed his anger and pain to grow within him.

Reaching forward again still keeping his movements slow he scratched behind the Italian’s ears and chuckled at the excuses. “Ah hae tae tak' his side o' this Mathias. Folk dinnae promise anythin' worth th' pity o' a moment o' pleasure.” Guards already made it clear that they would enjoy having their hands on him but the shame of allowing a guard to defile his body was too much for Hamish. Any need for pleasure the ginger felt always was able to be satisfied by the other mutants that found themselves willing to create another leave to the relationship.

Looking at the kitten Hamish had to notice how adorable the cat was and how they often used that form to hide the beauty of their humanoid form. It was a shame the kitten didn’t often allow anyone to see him as more than a cat when he was their equal just with an added bonus.

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Better chance of your growing a brain.

Humans are dumb they still think they can change us and beat obedience into the untamed.

I have to take his side of this Mathias. Humans don't promise anything worth the shame of a moment of pleasure.

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Tags: The 2 awesome cellmates

Notes: I don’t know

There was a chuckle with the retaliation, it never seemed to cease, the teasing and petty insults. Yet while most would have taken it as real insult he knew Hamish simply took it for what it was, nothing short of a little bit of fun and turned it right back around. Snarky yet almost loving it was. This the product of more than 5 years put together in the same place, same prison. Same promise of love and homes that were empty, empty everywhere except in the cells themselves the place that was suppose to motivate them to get out. He wasn’t sure what he really felt for the other besides lust, but he’d never really put too much thought on it. Lust was good enough for now, friends with benefits sometimes more friends and others more benefits. Good enough while it was questioned that it might possibly be more, yet just because of familiarity, such low desire. Sticking his tongue out at him as a beginning of a response to that one. “and I’ve certainly grown many brains over the years” Obviously that made no sense to the innocent minds or those who weren’t able to wrap their heads around it. The grown smirk though gave a rather large hint.

Noticing that he was practically alone on the bed he laid down and stretched out. Propped up on elbows and leaning over slightly to peer and almost lean across the Scot’s shoulder in order to get a better view of the cat boy currently snuggled up. Eaves dropping more than anything else as words were spoken too and from. How odd that the cat would think that at this stage in the game he’d care what was in his files. More reasons to get hopes up and grow attachments, more reasons why his life was only worth a price tag and whether or not he sat on command. “let them write what ever, I’m not the one that really needs a complaint sheet but what ever so let them have their fun.” That was a real sneer, rather spiteful something rare but a sigh nearly washed it all away. In a second attempt to save a lost first impression Mathias reached down into that lap in an attempt to scratch at the cat’s fur gently and in away showing that they weren’t so different.

He couldn’t begin to piece together what his own files said. Rather useless for anything deemed house work. As a late bloomer and stubborn he generally never took the house duty classes seriously, except baking but he’d already enjoyed do that. Obedience? next to none, after refusing to see himself as lower or unworthy of anything but a servant life obeying for the sake of it was out of the question. But strength and power, and an ability that could intimidate plus an infamous temper. That gave him a good ticket, guard work and guard work only. Complaint wise, probably sounded like ‘no respect’, ‘rascal’, ‘hard to handle’, ‘violent towards master’ ignore the fact that these owners had it all coming for them years ago and only know finding a mutant having no shame in giving it to them. Attempt to beat a submission and they simply had it beaten back, sometimes a little too much but revenge had to be served cold. Other complaints were from neighbours, the owner’s feuds with them sometimes finished hilariously by the Dane himself. The cheap pranks were only funny till the door was knocked and the angry old snob lady started screaming. Good times, good times, all of it. Just not for his files.

He wanted to tease a little bit at that but once the Scot agreed with the cat it was a lost cause. “It’s lust though hell... you say it now. Never, never...” It was almost like an odd nursery rhyme “but when it comes to you, with everything on a silver platter to stir your loins, that bit of self pride, might as well throw it out the window.” a small chuckle escaped draping himself more along the other now,Along Ham. Arms snaking around to emphasize what he ment. “temptation at it’s finest, and it always wins the cake”

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

As he saw the hand move back towards him slowly, Lovino allowed it to reach over and scratch gently behind his ears, hitting just the spot when needed. His green hues closed slowly in comfort. As well, he also began to let out another few seconds of the low vibrations, his body subconciously leaning towards the comfortable action given to by the other mutant. With his fur laying flat and his tail slowly just tapping on the bed, his muscles relaxed fully, only to tense right back up when the Danish mutant made his way over. He curled his lips back and let out a loud hiss as he was reached over to, his left forepaw reaching up with his claws unsheathed. He brought the paw down quickly, aiming to leave a nice scratch on the Dane's hand, as a reminder for whenever he wanted to pet him to just stay away instead. The same hand moved to rub itself up against the Scottish mutant, however, and Lovino found himself letting out a small animalistic growl of annoyance more than anything.

"I would like to think of myself as more than some sort of lust-addict who can't keep any control of himself." Lovino mewled, keeping himself sitting in his spot, refusing to move. He was tired already of dealing with the Dane; he annoyed him to no end. He could tell he was going to have major headaches if the guards didn't decide to change cells around anytime soon. He was already having troubles sleeping at night with how bright the cell was because of the shadow-controlling mutant being in the same cell. As he rested his chin on his paws, his ears flicked when he picked up the noise of footsteps, as well as what he figured was... Water? Well shit.

Glaring at the barred wall, the cat mutant quickly jumped away and pushed himself under the bed, a small hiss emitting from him. It didn't take long until the guard walked up to their well-litted cell, holding a hose in hand. 'Shower', as the guards liked to call it, was given to the mutants in the cell once every week or two. No heated water was available to the least liked mutants, only the highclassed expensive ones seemed to get that pleasure. Either way it didn't matter; Lovino was not a fan of these 'showers'. He hated getting wet, and in all honesty, he was able to keep himself quite clean by grooming himself in this form. If he was clean in this form, he tended to look decent in his human one as well for some time longer than normal ones who didn't have the pleasure. Lovino watched from under bed as the guard raised the hose to be seen by the mutants that occupied the cell, reading the profiles that were stuck up on the side of the cell to show how many mutants resided it and which ones exactly. With the new profile back up from the Dane being back, the guard looked at it and hummed.

"Come up, hands behind your back, up against the wall." He called, so he could cuff the mutants and take them out the cell. It was better than to just spray the cell itself, seeing that could risk getting the beds wet as well. The last thing he needed was to have to worry about drying the beds so the mutants will not have to worry about getting sick, which in turn can drop their prices at auctions. "Hurry up. I don't have all day."

Lovino refused, keeping himself under the bed and hissing softly. His body trembled when the guard spotted him and glared, motioning for him to come out as well, and seeing the cat not cooperate.

Word Count: 631

Tags: Mathias, Hamish

Notes: No shower for Kitty >/

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 952

Tags: Mat and Lovi

Through all the years Mathias appeared to be the only one to discover that no matter how the insult was worded with harsh jabs it was teasing. What others took as hurtful words was understood to be void of the bite that should be found if an insult if there were meaning to it. From meeting during their days in The Weeds of Tomorrow it gave the blonde plenty of time to learn the habits of the older ginger. Due to a difference in age the two were separated for two years before being reunited in the underground cells. Even with time that separated the mutants they greeted each other with the same insults as they always had, the only difference was Hamish was now more sickly than he had been previously. The promise of a home and love never meant anything to Hamish, they were never promised to him anymore. This was his home, the underground. Mathias provided him some love whether it was caused by lust or actual feels it was all Hamish had given to him by another and that alone made it enough to make him happy. Sometime long ago they became friends with benefits, often more benefits in Hamish’s eyes. He wasn’t sure really what a friend was but he received many benefits from the relationships, sometimes just someone to hold him other times someone that was able to tell him about he aboveground. Most mutants didn’t seem to want to share all their experiences but yet Hamish wanted to know all the experiences, good and bad, they were all the same to him.

Mind being pulled away from pondering what the two had between them Hamish could only chuckle with a smirk toward the comment spouted at him by the perverted blonde. “Sorry bit ah dinnae hawp that haes grown either. Still as wee as whin we met.” A cruel smirk came to his thin lips showing he found humor in his own words. Giving a small wink Hamish showed he was just teasing not trying to actually bring any insult to Mathias’ masculinity.

If it were almost anyone else leaning over his shoulder Hamish was sure his head would collide with their face in hopes of turning their nose into a blood faucet. Turning he scrapped his teeth along Mathias’ jaw before giving a hard nip to it. In the end Hamish was with Mathias on files, he never cared what was written in them. From time to time his curious got the better of him and he wished to read the notes written but then he remember it was just what the humans thought of him, nothing that mattered would be written with the files. For someone who never could find a home Hamish was sure his file was rather thick, possibly the thickest for his constant lashing out. Part of him always wondered if they recorded every petty insult he spat at the humans who dared to treat him like some dog in a show that they could insult and force superiority over. This wasn’t how things worked for Hamish.

This was one of the odd moments Hamish found himself agreeing with both mutants on the matter. Lust was indeed something that could cause many to give up some of their pride to get a few moments of pleasure. When Hamish wasn’t the one performing such acts he saw other mutants and sometimes lowering their pride to have one for a moment. There had been a few times he saw a human lower themselves to try to have a single lustful moment with him. A slight purr left Hamish as he felt the strong arms snake around his thin form, even if only to show emphasize for what he spoke. In the cells it was hard for mutants not to let lust overcome them, they never seemed to know real love just the quick feeling of pleasure they were granted by some humans or other mutants that were caught up in the moment too.

Hamish didn’t think anything of the echoing footsteps until he saw Lovino dive under the bed to hide. This wasn’t just a guard giving out food. No there was something else going to happen that had frightened the kitten. The appearance of the hose showed Hamish what had scared the feline away. A hiss came from his own throat not enjoying the cold water that would rain down on him as the guards got some kind of laugh seeing him shiver. The arena enjoyed seeing him fight but Hamish was the cheapest mutant, not worth even lukewarm water when it came to the showers.

Orders. Hamish never really cared to listen to anything yelled at him by a guard, they all seemed to know he didn’t do well with handcuffs. Instead of moving his back to the bars to accept his fate the thin form moved to block Lovino. If they used the hose to spray him from outside the cell his body would block the feline mutant from getting more than his feet wet. The ginger was already cheap and didn’t care if his price dropped again due to being sick from the guard soaking him using a hose. Refusing to follow orders always did mean that the guards had to go through more effort to avoid spraying the entire cell. Even with the cell covered in light his eyes turned the inky black and his mind seemed to look for shadows to be used to strike out at the guard. “Lea! Ah'ament in th' mood fur yer stupidity.” The calm voice was now harsh showing that he would attack if the guard tried to get near him.

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Sorry but I don't believe that has grown either. Still as small as when we met.

Leave! I'm not in the mood for your stupidity.

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