.:A feline for a canine:. [Zander and Silas]

[haunted]

Aaron was always afraid of deep water, heights, snakes.. You name it.
But, for some odd reason, going nearly thirty miles over the speed limit on a motorcycle death trap completely didn't process as dangerous to him.
His hair, normally gelled up a bit, was unruly and long in the harsh winds as he zoomed down the road, going nowhere in particular.
Today was his birthday and he planned to get him something worth while, even if he only had about thirty dollars to his name.
He slowed down just long enough to look at the nearby shops.
There was some sort of dress store, pass. Dresses weren't exactly Aaron's style, there was also some sort of creepy store that looked closely related to Spencer's in many ways. Also pass. Spencer's scared the hell out of the vampire last time.
And then there was a bakery. Now, that sounded more like it. Food was Aaron's favorite thing ever, nothing could surpass the excellence of good food.
He parked "Flight", the black Harley, about ten blocks away from the bakery and slid off of the leather seat.

He began walking towards his destination, but was soon stopped about ten feet from the place.
There was an odd noise coming from the shady looking alley beside him, he couldn't make it out. He stopped and slowly turned, cocking an eyebrow sarcastically in the process.
The alleyway was damp, cold and just absolutely horror movie materiel. It practically screamed "TURN AROUND. WALK AWAY."
But what was the fun in that? Food could wait. There was an adventure to be had here.
Very warily, Aaron sulked into the alley in slow movements, just in case there were some sketchy residents that he didn't really want to alert.
The place smelled like shit.
Trash that consisted of anything from bones to leftover Happy Meals littered the ground, rats scurried around, making annoying sounds with their little annoying mouths, and was that a spider? Or a freaking dog?
He wondered if he should just turn back, like the little voice in his head had told him to, but the noise reached his ears once again.
This time it was most definitely familiar.
A kitten? Here?
Aaron broke his slow pace and picked up the speed, wherever this poor thing was.. It probably wasn't super healthy.

He halted at the dead end and spun around, trying to locate the source of the sound.
"Kittyy?" He called out, the damp air making little clouds out of his breath.
The vampire hadn't expected the kitten to respond, so he was a bit surprised when yet another "mew" echoed off of the walls of the alley.
It was close, really close. Like.. At his feet.
He looked down and was greeted by a small, orange tabby with bright green eyes similar to his own, around it's neck was a rope and that rope led to a trashcan.
Someone had literally tied a kitten to a trashcan, who does that?
Clearly pissed by some careless being's actions, he picked up the kitten and cut the rope off of it's tiny neck.
Upon closer inspection, he found that there was a cardboard tag tied to the rope. In marker it stated "PROPERTY OF DANNY'S CATS, BREEDER."
Not anymore, bitch. Nobody mistreated an animal like this, no matter the size and commonness of it.
He was going to take this orange ball of fluff and get the hell out of there.

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The cat, who he now decided would be named Cheeto, was stuffed into his leather jacket. He had a secret pocket in there, where he'd normally keep a "just in case" dagger or something along the lines of that and it was just the right size for the animal.
He slid back onto Flight and took a moment to ponder where exactly he would go to next.
It's not like he had an actual house or anything, and a bar didn't seem like a very good place to keep a kitten.
So what?
Moments passed before he finally came to a decision.
It might have not been the best idea, but it was the only thing he could do.
He'd have to go to Silas.
I mean, the guy was a doctor, right? He could probably tell if there was something wrong with the poor little animal and at least give it a home until it was old enough to be properly adopted.

With a flick of his hand, the engine started and he was off.
Heading strait towards the grumpy werewolf's apartment.

[Zephyr]

The knock at the door goes mostly ignored.

Even though it isn’t late, Silas is buried under his blankets, snuffling into his pillow like an overgrown puppy. He’d actually gotten off of work from a twenty four hour shift at a decent time during the day and decided to turn in early…way early. He’s mostly hoping that no one he knows will come calling, and that if they do, it won’t be so important that they can come back later.

Silas had had a difficult day at work. Two people had died and more had almost died, though he hadn’t been performing surgery on everyone, he’d been observing on most, and the live of a surgeon can be one of the most stressful lives on the planet. Not only had he worked for twenty four hours, but he’d had to consult on a surgery after he was supposed to get off work, and Evelyn, in her eternal wisdom, had had a shitload of paperwork that didn’t even need completed right then and there.

Of course he didn’t know that until he’d gone through it all…and he’d threatened to fire the shifter nurse for the hundredth time of the day. In usual Eve fashion, she just smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek and left him red and fuming in the middle of his office.

It isn’t hard to see why he’d just collapsed into his bed as soon as he got home, and hadn’t moved for hours. He’d barely even been aware of Zander letting himself into his apartment and slipping into the bed next to Silas. He had pressed himself up against the other man in his sleep, relaxing as he did so. Silas was mostly silent after this, at least until the knocking at his door causes him to snort in his sleep and jerk his head up abruptly. Silas blinks into the darkness of his room for a moment, blinking blearily into the darkness before growling and burying himself back under the blankets, throwing his arm across the other werewolf’s waist, hoping that if he ignores the knocking, it will just go away.

Of course…of fucking course the knocking doesn’t go away and Silas finally deigns to drag himself out of bed, leaving Zander there to go answer the door. Grumbly and growly, the surgeon opens his door with a low snarl and a pointed glare when he recognizes Aaron there on his stoop. “What?” He snarls before he can catch his grumpy reaction, not really understanding why the half vampire would come calling. Silas is just wearing his boxers, they’re askew on his hips, and boxers and the doctor’s hair are rumpled from sleep.

It takes him a moment to catch the scent of cat on the air and confusion flickers over his eyes before it settles into wariness. “What the fuck do you have?” Silas growls, ready to slam the door in the man’s face.

[Zander Burke]

It didn't surprise Zander to find Silas sleeping when he came over. The wolf was exhausted himself... but didn't want to spend the rest of the day at home by himself -- especially when he had perfect company not too far from his place. Sleeping company, but he didn't mind at all. So Zander ended up just crawling into bed with the other man, burying his face into Silas' pillows -- shifting when Silas pressed himself against him. Zander wasn't one to turn down cuddling, even if the other man did it in his sleep. So he pressed himself against Silas as well, finding that just laying there with Silas was enough company for the moment.

Zander was just falling into that lull that was trying to pull him under, feeling very heavy. That place where small sounds entered into his subconscious, and pretty much just bent reality out of shape. The knocking pretty much made Zander feel like he was back at work which sucked because he was finally off work. When Silas moved, it jerked Zander awake, only to relax again after the other man swung an arm around his waist. Of course now he was awake and the knocking didn't stop, which left Zander in bed alone, snorting softly. He then realized how smart it was to have not woken Silas up when he got here. The wolf lay there for a moment, sighing a little groggy, he forced himself out of bed vaguely hearing Silas snarl at whoever was unfortunate enough to be at the door.

Walking across the living room, coming up behind Silas he poked his head around the half naked man, to see a fairly attractive man in the hallway. Zander of course, never really being the grumpy sort greeted them man with a smile... hoping to ease any discomfort, if there was any. Not that a smile could beat the intimidation effect of Silas' glares. Shifting his attention to Silas, not clicking into any smells yet... "Shooould I make coffee?" he would ask beginning to walk away to go do that without really waiting for any answers. That was until the little orange fluff in the vampire's pocket made a noise. Zander of course perked up, now noticing the distinct smell of cat. His face brightened up considerably with so much hope. He wandered back to the door, pushed himself next to Silas.

"You don't have a fucking kitten in your coat do you?" he asked probably a little too hopefully. Not 'oh hey I'm Zander', or anything else that could be normal to ask some guy that showed up at Silas' door. Nor did he put any thought into what if the guy was some... were... kitten or some shit like that. Or you know, concerned that the other guy may like or be uncomfortable with the fact that Silas answered his door in his boxers. Nope. Jumped right to the possibility that there might be something cute and fluffy inside that man's jacket. Zander would of course slide a sheepish smile to Silas before trying to cover whatever expression was on his face.

He couldn't help it.

[haunted]

The chains on Aaron's jacket made an obnoxious clanking sound as he trudged up the stairs to Silas' door.
He stopped, taking a moment to fix his unruly hair, and inhaled a deep breath. Hopefully this was the werewolf's apartment, otherwise it would be extremely awkward between the vampire and the residents.
Then again, he had no idea what Silas would be doing, or what mood he was in. So knocking on some stranger's door might have been the better option.
But Aaron's fate wasn't concerned at the moment, he only cared about the small creature in his jacket pocket.

He knocked on the door soft enough to not sound rude, but hard enough to seem urgent.
He waited a moment and tugged at his clothes nervously, of course there was no response.
After about two more knocks the door flew open and Silas stood before him.. Half naked.
Aaron blinked a bit, not expecting this. If it wasn't for the situation, he might have made a remark about the wolf's lack of clothes, but now wasn't the time.
Instead, he just blushed a bit and tried to focus on the guy's eyes instead.

"Glad to see you, too." Aaron mumbles in reply to the clearly bemused tone of the man. He was about to explain the entire trip, how he found the kitten, where he found it, why he needed Silas. But it seemed that Silas didn't really care about all that, judging by the way he blankly asked what the vampire had in a wary voice.
"Just hear me out, man. I can.." his voice drifted off a bit when a second head peeked from around the werewolf.
Oh.
Yet another unexpected thing, today was just full of surprises.
Being the socially awkward guy he was, Aaron flashed a half-smile to the other man in attempt to show that he was friendly and nodded a small 'yes' when he asked for coffee.
The kitten, hearing the other people's voices, suddenly became restless and fidgeted in his pocket like a writhing snake.
"You don't have a fucking kitten in your coat do you?"
The other werewolf questioned with a hint of excitement.

He was going to answer, but Cheeto already did that for him.
Finally free of the leather jacket, the fluffy orange kitten, that Aaron recognized as a Maine Coon, leaped out of his pocket and landed on the floor in front of Zander.
The animal quickly scurried up the man's leg and perched onto his shoulder, it's stripped tail swishing back and forth.

"I did have a kitten in my coat." He chuckled lightly, not even daring to look at the probably furious expression on Silas' face.

[Zephyr]

Whatever Zander is saying goes completely over Silas’ head.

Ignoring the other wolf isn’t something he consciously does, but his eyes are focused on Aaron. His body is horribly tense, like he might explode at any moment. Not that he really would, but of course Aaron doesn’t know this. He must still be half asleep, because he definitely smells a cat, and now he hears one, and when Zander peeks around his shoulder at the vampire, Silas’ eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

He doesn’t understand why the fuck Aaron would bring a cat over to his apartment.

Silas hates cats. The demon cat who burned his hand saw to that. And in no way did Silas think that cats were cute. Even kittens aren’t cute. They have abnormally big heads, and freakishly large eyes and nothing about that is natural. His eyes look like they can’t get any wider when Silas pushes Zander away from him, his eyes smoldering as he keeps them on Aaron. “He’d better fucking not have a kitten in his coat.” Silas roars, still not looking at Zander, because the vampire is more pressing at the moment.

And yeah. Silas fucking knows Aaron has a cat in his coat. There can’t be any explanation for the sound and the smell and the way that something is wiggling dangerously close to the guy’s crotch that Silas is pretty damn certain isn’t his dick.

When the cat jumps out of his pocket, Silas’ eyes go even wider and he lets out a yelp, jumping away from the other men, straight into the wall, trying to get as far away from the other men as possible. “What the fuck?” It takes him half a second before he glares at the kitten on Zander’s shoulder like his glare can actually make a difference to the kitten, who isn’t currently looking afraid of Silas whatsoever. “Get that thing the hell out of my apartment. It’s so freaky looking. Fuck you, Aaron. Why the fuck did you bring it over here?”

And he isn’t glaring at Aaron because he’s too busy staring at the cat like it’s a particularly loathsome bug that he’s trying to stay away from.