I was wondering If I may request please, in your au, but what would happen if Felix was given soft/gentle treatment from another man in a way that really contrasts how Mickey treats him, and if he got emotionally attached and what would happen if Mickey found out he just basically... needed more?
Summary: The constant flirting of a young gray cat and a playful, affectionate gesture are all Felix needs to understand that a good relationship with Mickey is probably impossible. Especially since neither of them fully trusts the other.
Pairing: Mickey Mouse/Felix the Cat.
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The rain lashed the city that night as if the sky itself wanted to fall on them and end their pathetic existences. And the "Mouse House" club… the cat had never considered it a place for something so ridiculous; being desired was commonplace for him.
Felix knew his appeal and the effect he had on others if he played his cards right at the right moment.
And the young gray feline sitting with him also perceived that appeal but was unaware of the danger it represented. This boy only talked nonsense and flirted rudely. It was obvious that the young man wasn't quite right in the head (and more than one organ must have been about to fail), and he had been trying to get close to him for almost a week. Felix had dodged his (not at all subtle) attempts to touch him inappropriately, with the mastery of a seasoned seducer like himself who had rubbed shoulders with disgusting (and dangerous) people, as was easy to find in Toontown society.
The young cat would have been more at home in a dive bar than in Mickey's bright and welcoming club.
What was the guy's name? Hmm, Felix couldn't remember and didn't see the point in trying, even though the guy had been hitting on him every time he went to the club for the past week.
The first time, Felix noticed several things that pointed to what might be going on. The gray cat was with a group who seemed to be on the same wavelength, some of them started pointing at him with enthusiasm and laughter, and then, suddenly, the gray cat approached him while he was at the bar and started flirting with him in a way that was… ugh, best not to dwell on it.
Everyone (even some of the girls with them) seemed pretty happy and lively.
And since 2 + 2 is 6, then everything made sense, and it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. They probably dared the young gray cat to seduce him for a night (it couldn't be any gentler after he'd been making lewd comments and invitations on several occasions).
The truth is, he finds it pathetic. It's quite pathetic. But that's how some young people are these days, especially when they're in college and have bad habits.
"And then I told him, 'Que eso te sirva de experiencia.'" Yeah, the bastard knows Spanish and another language (Felix doesn't remember that either).
A soft, sincere laugh escapes Félix's lips as he takes a sip of whiskey, glancing sideways at his "charismatic" companion. The black cat doesn't miss the look he gives his lips as he drinks, and the boy jumps when he notices Félix's gaze abruptly shift to a certain area.
"Woof!" Félix, in a purring, ambiguous tone, smiles broadly. "Are you happy to see me, or do you carry a dictionary in your pocket?"
"I… uh…" To Félix's surprise, the boy blushes with obvious embarrassment, but quickly regains his composure and gives him a smile that would scare old ladies, which the gray cat clearly thinks makes him look "attractive." "Actually, I have something for you."
Oh, no. It shouldn't be an indecent gift. If her husband found out, would he laugh at him?
Felix watches intently, as if the world has suddenly slowed down; his perfect mask of indifference is so phenomenal that it hides his nervousness. But he's quite surprised by what the boy pulls from his trouser pocket, even when Max, Mickey's godson, who works as a waiter, brings the boy his previous order and the boy gives him a tip. Felix barely acknowledges Max's fleeting greeting.
What's on the table is perplexing.
It's just a simple rectangular box.
He looks at the box, then at the boy. He looks at the boy, then at the box. And so on a couple more times, as if this sequence could unlock in his mind the revelation that would give meaning to what's before him.
The gray cat tilts its head, with that smile it still wears, as if nothing had happened.
Felix points at the object as if it were the key to a math problem.
"What is this?" —he asks, taking the rectangular box in his gloved hands.
"A gift for you, an honor." Wow, what a great response.
An honor? What's this idiot talking about? Did he get him an invitation to the April parade?
Or maybe… the indecent stuff is inside the box, it's likely.
The handsome black cat opens the box as if Christ himself were inside, about to leap out to save the world for the second time.
It's not a Christian reference. It's something… absurd.
It's a scrap of paper torn from what must have been a college paper. At the top it says "Acknowledgments" and below is a bunch of text that he doesn't intend to read carefully (unless Mickey "politely" asks him to). His quick reading stops when his name appears between the lines… What? Felix leans over the paper to decipher what it says better and not make any mistakes.
Fritz (he just remembered the name after hearing the squeak of a waiter's cart) takes another sip of his drink and stretches Without any decorum, making a few creaking noises (and he's supposed to be younger than Felix), he rests his chin on one paw and looks at him with great amusement, clearly enjoying his confusion.
"I did a group project with a weird classmate, and he has your first book. That crap saved my grade, though I'm going to have to work harder to get more points to pass the class." I owe you one, so I put you in the acknowledgments, even though the professor didn't believe me when I said I knew you and that it was at a club." Fritz scratches his belly and laughs like a shameless fool.
Is that why he asked me those weird questions about that book? Why didn't I just say it? What a funny kid…
Felix has to bite his lip, but it's so hard to hold back, so he doesn't suppress it any longer and lets out a cackle, not caring about the stares he gets in the process.
And he thought Fritz was only approaching him because… he was a miserable opportunist.
As his laughter subsided, Felix watched in bewilderment as the young cat stood up and quickly finished his drink in one gulp.
"And by the way," Frizt pulled a bag of cookies from his other pants pocket. They looked torn, but the tight tape around the bag's opening didn't seem to allow any crumbs to escape. "Happy birthday."
"Happy birthday? Wow, I didn't expect you to know my birthday." His smile remained.
The gray cat simply moves away with a vague wave of its paw.
He looks with a certain nostalgia in the direction where his embarrassing companion went. That carefree, youthful air was once part of his existence, most obviously when he was young and with his friends… they would have modestly celebrated his birthday.
Leave the bag of cookies next to the resealed rectangular box.
There's no point in remembering.
In the back of her mind, as the club ignites with a song played by some random person who decided to risk making a fool of themselves there, a voice tells her the truth.
He allowed this boy to bother him by reminding him of things he lost, abandoned, and destroyed, in order to become what he is now. That glamour and appeal built on a character that is not entirely clear even to the author himself, a toon who sold himself to a society that operates through hidden deals, the most dangerous of which are sealed at gunpoint, with money and/or blackmail.
Felix allowed Fritz to pester him all these days, right up until now, just so he could continue to contemplate that radiance of which Fritz himself is unaware (it's not his sexual charm).
He doesn't resent the boy for his youth.
Felix is still young, yes, he is.
He merely observes that carefree ignorance and stupidity that Felix himself once possessed.
This clumsy act… this inexplicable gesture…
The world keeps turning around him as the night continues to unfold. But Felix feels trapped within himself, he feels awful.
Sheba and a few others have already congratulated him, so he has received some attention on his birthday. However, he wanted to fulfill a craving to receive Mickey's congratulations, but… he didn't even see his husband this morning at breakfast. This meant the mouse had been out all night and hadn't come home, or he'd left very early. In either case, both options left him curious and uneasy.
He found it quite undignified that others, even his filthy and hedonistic "new friend," were able to give him a modicum of their time and kindness, but Mickey didn't.
Was Mickey avoiding him or what?
In all the time he spent chatting and listening to Fritz's rambling, he didn't see a single hair of his husband and boss. Not even a call from a third party to go to his office to give me an assignment.
Why is he reflecting on this and complaining about it?
Perhaps it's because of the sheer impact of this simple gift from Fritz, without the overwhelming affection of a fan or the courtesy of a colleague or acquaintance, receiving only something so akin to the simple affection of Sheba herself on this special day… Ha! Special in what sense?
Perhaps he should leave misery behind.
Felix finally sets the empty glass on the table and picks up the bag of cookies. It's quite obvious they're not from a store, but the black cat doubts it's something Fritz would have taken the time to make himself (besides, if he's practically a failure as a student, he must be useless at cooking). Most likely, the cookies were bought at some bakery run by a young entrepreneur (he guesses young because of the somewhat sloppy appearance of the cookie coating, which he attributes to the baker's lack of experience).
Felix finally sets the empty glass down on the table and picks up the bag of cookies. The black cat doubts Fritz would have bothered to make them himself (besides, if he's practically a failure as a student, he must be a disaster in the kitchen). Most likely, he bought them at some bakery run by a young entrepreneur (he deduces this from the somewhat sloppy appearance of the icing, attributing it to the baker's inexperience).
Just as he's about to take a cookie to try it, he hears footsteps approaching, but decides not to pay attention to who it could be.
"I didn't think you'd be so brazen as to strut around with that junkie," the voice behind him makes the cat turn slowly, sweating profusely.
Behind him, with his imposing, leader-like bearing, stands the mouse he was complaining about just moments before. His expression isn't good, and he doesn't see anyone else with him, so if there's an exchange of words, it will be just between them. The mouse moves like a predator (how ironic!) as he passes and sits where Fritz had been sitting just seconds before, as elegant and intimidating as ever, in his impeccable suit, which Felix thinks he remembers was a gift from… Minnie.
"I thought… you'd be a little nicer to me today."
Annoyance settles in the cat when he sees Mickey pull a cigarette case from his coat and take out a cigar. The feline sighs resignedly, since he has no real power to stop him from smoking in his presence, and besides, it's hypocritical to try to harshly criticize the mouse's (denied) smoking habit. Felix takes a lighter from his waistcoat pocket and holds the flame to light his cigar. The mouse exhales smoke directly into his face, making him back away coughing. He watches with glassy eyes as Mickey's face softens when he chuckles slightly. Bastard (but he won't say it to his face).
"I have no reason to be nicer than I am when you don't do what I ask you to do." Mickey's eyes glare at him as he says the last part.
Felix can feel his tail droop and he clutches his leg in fear.
But today he could make an exception, couldn't he? Stop reminding him and rubbing it in his face that he was useless that time. Just today, out of all the days this month. Although it's pretty obvious it will be like the previous times, he clings to that whim.
"Today is my birthday." Felix takes a cookie and tries it, under Mickey's watchful eye.
Well, it's more than I'd normally do, but… is he asking too much?
The black cat flashes his best smile, even though it's obvious Mickey can see it's as fake as a politician's campaign promise. He moves with feline charm, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, leaning slightly toward the mouse, who is unfazed by his actions—actions that would have unnerved anyone else, like the upright Congressman Foxy Warner.
"I thought you'd do more for me. I'm your closest ally."
"I have no good reason to reward you." Mickey's answer is firm and his gaze does not waver.
Felix's tail twitches nervously, barely concealing his nervousness. How ironic that a mouse should intimidate a cat.
"I thought you would, since we're… partners." The mischievous whisper gives the feline a disconcerting feeling, as if he's shedding something he's been carrying all night, and he doesn't feel bad saying it out loud.
The phrase hangs in the space between them, and the background noise is now deafening, much clearer now that there's a pause between the participants in this conversation. Mickey opens his eyes with a nervous glance, discreetly scanning their surroundings to see if anyone has heard what the cat just uttered, even though it was only a whisper. There are always those who make a habit of listening to what's so difficult to hear, and you have to be very careful of them.
The sentence hung in the air between them, and the background noise was now deafening, much clearer now that there was a pause between the participants in the conversation. Mickey opened his eyes, his gaze nervous, discreetly scanning his surroundings to see if anyone had heard what the cat had just said, even if it was only a whisper. There are always those who have a habit of hearing what is so difficult to hear, and one must be very careful of them.
The mouse quickly turned his gaze toward him and fixed him in his tracks, as if he wanted to tear out his tongue for his audacity. He exhaled and stood up with a slowness that reminded Felix of predators that move slowly before approaching their prey. And although Felix is a natural predator of Mickey, that doesn't lessen the unease he feels now, when it's clear that Mickey is in a bad mood again.
When Mickey passed by him, he leaned in slightly to speak into his ear.
"We'll talk about THIS later at my house. And I hope you understand, no matter what happens."
The tone and breathing, along with the cigarette smoke, sent an unpleasant chill down Felix's spine. That night, Mickey was going to kidnap him and take him to his house. He wasn't going to be able to go to his apartment to enjoy his special day alone, and he didn't think this conversation was going to end well.
Sometimes we long to delve into the minds of others. Sometimes, into the minds of criminals, terrorists, suicide bombers, and others. Just to discover something.
But Felix didn't want that; it never even crossed his mind.
So he avoided the dangerous vortex brewing inside Mickey.
For a whole week, he watched an idiot, younger than Felix, looking at him with contempt and making obscene comments and insinuations that the feline Casanova skillfully and intelligently dodged. On occasion, the idiot even tried to touch him more than was appropriate or acceptable according to public morality, but Felix calmly and intelligently rebuffed him. And every day he returned to the club and continued to welcome the boy as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't tried to touch him without his consent.
All of this was summarized and recounted to him by his assistants, whom he listened to begrudgingly because he couldn't be fast enough every time they started talking (damn them for being Felix fans). The mouse wasn't interested.
But, pressured by his secretary (another Felix fan), he had to witness firsthand what he'd been told through gossip that seemed exaggerated.
No, it wasn't that exaggerated.
But it wasn't exactly as he'd been told either.
It was unpleasant to see Felix enjoying the younger cat's antics, his apparent nonchalance, and his initial surprise at receiving the gifts.
He felt a certain resentment. Toward Felix. Toward the gray cat.
They could enjoy it, but he couldn't.
As he turned a corner, Mickey glanced sideways at Toodles, who was following him. He hadn't noticed Toodles approaching again after Mickey asked him to stay back while he went to talk to the man who was supposed to be his husband—the one who, according to a signed contract, had agreed to a no-infidelity clause.
The mouse didn't know what to make of Felix's insinuation; because, after all, that's all it was, an insinuation, wasn't it?
After a short walk to his office, Mickey decided to let it go and figure out what to do about that gossipy cat later.
This mustn't happen again.
That gray cat gave him a bad feeling; after all, he was a drug dealer for a gang that had been causing trouble lately.
And Felix had to learn to respect the marriage clause against infidelity.
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Three days later, but as you can see, I got inspired and ended up making it a little long, hahaha. I feel like the quality isn't the same as my other writings, but I hope this is what you asked for (I got confused in the last part, but I assumed it was something like this). And if it isn't, just send me another message and I'll write another story for you. (Ask with confidence, I don't bite, hahaha XD)
