Ooh, okay, sorry about that OwO'.
So, I was thinking, in the MotM au that you made for them, like after the whole disastrous wedding they escaped from, because of how Felix got that version of Mickey that was less harsh, of what would happen if he tried to seek out something soft or intimate, whether physical or emotional from his husband later that evening.
At your service :) Sorry if it's too long, I added important details that will be helpful later, haha, like the silly boy, the drug-dealing fox, Felix's nephews, Felix's sister, and Felix's brother-in-law.
Prince Charming's Delay [Motm AU: PED]
Summary: After attending a wedding that spiraled completely out of control, both Felix and Mickey longed to go home and relax. But unfinished business offered no respite, and an attempt to discuss the nature of their relationship caused all the pent-up tension to explode, leading some to commit questionable acts.
Warning: Contains references to child trafficking, rape and murder, toxic relationships, violence, and foul language.
Going home and resting was a fantasy that quickly vanished when, upon entering the room, Toodles suddenly announced that one of Mickey's employees was calling the mobster.
Mickey withdrew to speak privately with his employee, and Felix headed to the guest room. The place was as usual; not bad, materially speaking, it was more than perfect, but the oppressive atmosphere and the feeling of suffocation made the cat's fur stand on end as he took off his jacket and shoes before collapsing onto the bed rather clumsily.
This house, during the first months of their marriage (and Mickey's confinement), was a gilded cage where Felix spent most of his time in his room (one of the guest rooms, which hadn't been changed), observing through the curtains the freedom he had relinquished and sniffing at the faint trail of cigarette smoke that drifted under the door, evidence of Mickey's presence before he entered, although sometimes he would leave without going in, as if he changed his mind at the last minute.
When Mickey suddenly burst into the room, startling the black cat, the mouse simply said, "Let's go," without asking if Felix could or wanted to come along. The cat didn't need to be told twice; it was better to avoid being the target of his boss's obvious fury.
Upon arriving at the club, with the smell of expensive alcohol wafting from inside and the rain pounding on the asphalt like a relentless creditor in the background, Felix felt no compassion whatsoever when he saw the young employee, pale and quite intimidated by Mickey's imposing presence, trying to maintain an impassive expression that he found impossible.
And the mouse didn't seem to feel any compassion either as he approached the young man.
"Where are those boys?" Mickey asked in a voice as soft as a gunshot to the chest.
The nervous young man lowered his head, avoiding his gaze, and Felix smiled, amused by his stupidity.
"Young Goof took them to his office."
The young man groaned as he was roughly shoved by his boss, and as he fell backward, he exhaled all the air he'd been holding. But he jumped when a tall shadow loomed over him, and he turned with barely concealed fear to see the cat accompanying the boss. His face was familiar. He was an attractive cat.
The feline leaned slightly over him, enveloping him even further in his shadow, and placed his hands on his hips.
"You'd do well to learn to control your facial expressions. You look rather ridiculous trying to pretend that Mickey doesn't terrify you. Your pathetic attempt at deception will only cost you your job, and you're fresh meat in this business. Don't push your luck, pal," said the cat, and he had to admit he was amazed by his voice, as silky as a seductive caress. "Put this wise advice into practice."
"That smile of yours, so innocent… it's a shame it's going to ruin you." His voice, smooth yet razor-sharp, takes on a mocking tone.
What would it be like to hear this cat sing?
"T-Thanks." Damn it, it had to be now.
The cat's subtle smile made him blush, and that indifferent, seductive gaze coldly assessed him, making him feel like prey.
"FELIX! GET OVER HERE, YOU DAMN CAT!"
Mickey's shout startled them both. Well, now he knows that cat's name. The boy watches Felix hurry away, and suddenly feels a sharp shove on his shoulder. He turns to look at Osmin, who is watching him out of the corner of his eye.
"I know what that look means," Osmin says, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. "I don't want to end up training another errand boy, so you'd better stay away from both of them, especially Felix. That cat is dangerous. A danger to a fool like you."
The scent of blood reaches the cat’s nose even before it reaches the half-open door to the club’s basement.
Felix can hear Goofy, Max, and Max’s friends in the distance, inside Goofy’s office. It’s a good thing the boy’s father was watching him; Felix is slightly irritated by the boy’s silly laughter, which reflects the innocence he will lose sooner or later.
He approaches the door uncertainly and decides to go down. If someone put up a sign that said “Stairs to Hell,” it would be awkward or perhaps funny for an innocent person, but for someone intelligent with a little context, it wouldn’t be any more accurate.
The stairs are shrouded in shadows that absorb the light from the floor lamp. The path leading down is a dark space, and the bulb is burned out; apparently, no one has bothered to fix this minor inconvenience.
Mickey approaches the stairs with a lit cigarette and squints in annoyance at the black cat's delay. It's repulsive how Felix, with his seductive, movie-vampire gaze, emerges from the shadows of the descending stairs to walk toward him.
"Here I am, boss. How can I help you?"
Felix looks at me with those piercing eyes that make you forget your own name, but also that death is lurking. The only thing I've done since leaving that wedding reception is…
"Everyone out, wait for a signal outside the basement," I order firmly.
The few men obeyed the order without question or a word. They moved efficiently through the space and ascended the stairs. We both stared into the darkness of that place until we heard the door close.
“Do you know anything about this guy?” I asked, pointing behind me.
Félix turned to face me again and leaned slightly forward to see what I was pointing at.
There was a fox hanging by its wrists, tightly bound by a chain dangling from a hook in the ceiling. Its wrists were already badly injured, but its legs, especially its knees, were a mass of exposed flesh. The pain it was in was obvious, as it had to put all its weight on them to avoid further aggravating its arms, which were covered in cuts that oozed blood, as if its very soul were trying to purify itself of its sins through blood.
The guy seemed to react to Félix’s presence, and I saw a trace of anger in the one eye he could still use. His face hadn’t escaped “remodeling” either.
The cat watched the man, assessing him for a few moments, then turned to look at me uncertainly.
"This guy's a con artist who lives around here in the 'Pink Elephants' district, and he recently joined a child trafficking ring. That's pretty much the only noteworthy thing about this idiot." Felix crossed his arms.
"Exactly, you're right." I took a drag on my cigarette as I nodded. "But this guy figured that, while we were busy with the absurdity of your cousin's wedding to your ex, he tried to kidnap your nephews and mine to make easy money with his child exploitation business."
“Exactly, you’re right,” I replied, taking a drag on my cigarette as I nodded. “But this guy decided that, while we were busy with the absurdity of your cousin’s wedding to your ex, it was a good idea to try and kidnap your nephews and mine to make easy money with his child trafficking business.”
“WHAT?!” Felix’s shout nearly deafened me.
Felix took several steps back, stunned, until he hit the wall. He frowned, muttering something, and suddenly looked at me. He stepped away from the wall and approached me with a grim expression.
That look that others might find attractive now confuses me. Why is he looking at me like that?
“My nephews are with my sister and her husband. There’s no way she would have allowed something like that.” Felix narrowed his eyes, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him twitch his tail nervously.
“Your sister is dead. There were other men with him; they raped and killed her.” Felix’s face contorted in horror, and for a moment I almost felt sorry for him. “Your brother-in-law’s whereabouts are unknown, so it’s very likely he’s either dead and buried somewhere—which I doubt—or that he was involved in what happened; that is, that he sold his children and abandoned your sister.”
As quickly as horror and grief had distorted my employee’s face, they vanished, replaced by resignation. Felix walked around me to approach the dying fox, which barely moved and whimpered, unable to speak because its mouth was covered with a rag.
The cigarette in his hand went out as the cat stared at our “guest of honor” and then turned toward me, arms crossed.
“Your employees can take care of this. There’s nothing to worry about, and I assume the children are fine.” I nodded. Before coming to the club, I made arrangements for the children to be taken to Donald, who, of course, isn’t exactly thrilled to look after them, but he’s not a cruel or sick creature who would harm them.” Then let’s leave their fate to the violence of your men, and that’s that.” I noticed his nervousness from the twitch of his tail. “I’d also like to speak with you privately.”
I narrowed my eyes and gestured for him to follow me. We ascended the stairs in a silence that seemed to envelop the walls, motionless witnesses to countless events. Upon exiting, I saw all my men waiting, just as I had ordered. A quick command to continue the previous one was enough to send them back downstairs, behind closed doors. As I walked toward my office, closely followed by Felix, I found it odd that he hadn’t said a word since we left the basement.
I ignored the lively conversation in the distance between Goofy, Max, and their friends. A bad time for my godson to decide to visit me.
We crossed a few hallways and went up to the second floor, heading to my office. I opened the door and entered silently, took a bottle of whiskey and a glass from one of the drawers in my desk, and sat down calmly in the leather armchair. Felix entered slowly and closed the door carefully.
His absurd behavior irritated me.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, taking a small sip of my whiskey.
Toodles had been silently following me the whole time, calm as always, but now he stayed close to Felix, watching the nervous cat who hadn't moved from the doorway.
"What I want to talk about is… about us."
Felix took a few more steps toward me, gesturing with his hands.
"I mean you and me, whatever this marriage is." I glared at him.
"I don't understand. Speak clearly, cat." Yes, it's true that attending her family's disastrous wedding was unexpectedly relaxing; it helped me disconnect from the stress of the day. But the last thing I want is for her to get sentimental just because he saw a wedding doomed from the start.
"I don't understand you. Speak clearly, cat." Yes, it's true that attending his family's disastrous wedding was unexpectedly relaxing; it helped me disconnect from the day's stress. But the last thing I want is for him to get sentimental just because he saw a wedding doomed from the start.
"It's just…" the black cat inhales and sighs with his eyes closed, then opens them again. "Where is this marriage going? There's no point in us being married anymore. If it's about my loyalty, I can sign a contract, but I don't see the point of this union. You…" Felix's eyes are a mirror of his soul, and a weapon that now makes me look away. "You have no interest in me, you feel no love or desire for me."
My eyes widen at that last bit, and I almost spit out my whiskey. That damn cat!
"YOU!" I jump up in fury and squeeze the glass so hard it shatters. Felix's expression turns to panic. Love? Lust? Is that it? You want me to fuck you?
N-NO! THAT'S NOT IT! Felix takes a few steps back, waving his hands frantically and shaking his head.
I drop my glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa and quickly approach the trembling cat.
Love? With him, love doesn't exist.
It would be stupid to fall for a game like that, and even more foolish to fall in love with him. It would be like selling everything for almost nothing, throwing it all away.
Anger is a fuel that can generate the worst actions, like mine; it's like being present and absent at the same time, ignoring what Felix is desperately trying to say to calm me down. His words are abruptly cut off when I tighten my grip around his throat and drag him, slamming him against the wall near the door. His gaze, full of fear and panic, is disgustingly satisfying. He's the kind of person who can ruin anyone in a single night, whether they think he's easy to play with or fall for his smile; capable of bringing down empires.
"If you try to deceive me again, Felix, I assure you, you won't smile again." His pupils are so dilated that, in his miserable panic, they're almost endearing. "What good is money if I can't buy your loyalty? Don't think I don't know that one day you'll try to shoot me in the back."
I loosen my grip on his throat, and my other hand, which had been resting against the wall, slides to his cheek. He's sweating profusely. Thank goodness Felix remembers the rules of our game.
For a moment, I'm about to say something I know will haunt me later, so I decide to keep it to myself.
"Strange as it may seem, I like you, cat. But you're so incompetent at what I ask of you that I almost pity you… almost."
On the other hand, what I'm about to say is smarter and not a weapon for this cat.
"Remember, there's a deal between you and me. If you stay, you're mine. If you leave… well, you know how this works." Felix's lips parted slightly as if he were going to reply, but he didn't. Instead, he chose to remain silent. "I've killed for less money than a night with you is worth. Your love means nothing to me. But if you seem to desire me so much, I might grant you your wish just this once, since you did something right."
"Remember, there's a deal between you and me. If you stay, you're mine. If you leave… well, you know how this works." Felix's lips parted slightly as if he were about to reply, but he didn't. Instead, he chose silence. "I've killed for less money than a night with you is worth. Your love means nothing to me. But if you seem to want me that badly, I might grant you your wish just this once, since you did something right."
"S-So, are you going to shoot me or kiss me, mouse?" Felix whispered, attempting a clumsy joke. Damn it, tell the cat to shut up; his voice is…
I closed the distance completely, sealing my lips against his in an intense, demanding kiss, as if some unknown urgency existed, pressing my entire body against Felix, trapping him against the wall. Felix froze, but then responded awkwardly, and after a few seconds, he adjusted to the rhythm of the kiss. The atmosphere thickens, like a strange, unpleasant heat mingling with the darkness of the room, and I feel it impact my body, which offers no resistance. With some hesitation, Felix places one hand on the wrist of my hand, which is still resting on his neck, and his other hand on my shoulder. I feel his claws dig in and pierce my shirt, but that's beside the point; this shirt is just one of thousands I own.
The cat's lips taste delicious. The sensation and taste are quite similar to the description some drunken idiot once gave, bragging about having kissed him. His purr vibrates against his chest, and the sensation against mine is so pleasurable…
This can't go on; I'm letting myself go.
I bite Felix's lower lip hard, eliciting a meow from the cat, and pull away by just a few millimeters. Felix gasps, his gaze unfocused, his lower lip bleeding.
"You're mine, Felix," Mickey whispers against his lips, a smile taking on a sadistic edge.
Then, the blinding light from the hallway bursts into the room as the door opens.
The pathetic boy from before opened the door without knocking and froze, staring in horror at what he saw.
Mickey felt the cat's body tremble and saw Felix looking at the boy with disgust. The mouse turned toward the windows of his office, the Venetian blinds drawn. That night, neither the joy of his clients nor the safety of his family could erase the scent of apple soap and cheap perfume that Felix had left on him after that impulsive act.
However, the city crematorium could eliminate an inconvenient witness.
I swear I was about to reveal one of the reasons why Mickey and Felix got married hahaha
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