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The kava bar was interesting.
Maybe it's because Ancom's natural home is a punk dive bar plastered in twenty years worth of inside jokes, stickers, and the sort of sticky surfaces only spilling a drink a day for twenty years can get you, or maybe it was because most kava bars tended to have an interesting energy about them, to put it nicely.
The bar's decidedly laid back, tiki themed atmosphere was different, this many palm trees and tiki mugs this far away from any large body of water was just the start. Sparsely populated and yet everyone who was there was overly friendly. The bar was quiet except for the DJ they somehow manifested at eight in the evening on a random Thursday. It was like someone had forgotten to turn off the disco lights from last weekend, all the various people wearing fashion more suited for a week long drug trip in the desert also seemed leftover.
There was no din of overplayed pop hits to talk over, no rowdy patrons who thought you, the poor son of a bitch sitting next to them, was the coolest, most interesting person in the universe, there was no promises to order another round and that you and this other drunk son of a bitch were best mates for life. No, instead there were neatly organized card games with all the pieces still there, hookah, and a very delightful nootropic if you were to ask Ancap.
"See, I actually like how it makes my mouth go numb it's like lube or cocaine."
Ancom had zoned out and was staring directly at the lights that were dancing above.
"Why'd we drive like an hour here again? I'm supposed to be house sitting for Anfash and Insan. Or, apartment sitting. Well, technically it doesn't actually pay rent so I guess I'm supposed to be squatting for it? I'm just saying man, I got placed I'd rather be."
"Oh please kitty kitty, don't act like you're too good to be wined and dined."
Ancom made a face of confusion that was visible over quis mask.
"I don't think sharing a bag of chips from the gas station and this weird drug water count as wine and dine, Ancap."
"Fine fine how'd you like to be the one to seduce me then huh? This isn't the easiest job in the world you know!"
"Really makes me wanna fuck you when you complain about taking me on a date hot shot."
"You're just so picky!"
"You're letting the capitalist side of you think that I want material goods, what's your anarchist streak telling you?"
"That we are the ninety nine percent!"
"You have a 401k, you are not."
Ancom's gross misunderstanding of personal wealth in relation to economic stability aside, Ancap was all ears.
"I mean how would you seduce me?"
"A long walk in the woods where we forage for our food while respecting the people who lived there before us."
"I'm a little older than you like to think sweetheart."
"Right well, it'd work!"
"As much as I'd like to eat weird berries in the woods with you, I feel like purchasing things for you is how I show my love."
"Uhuh. Man if we're just gonna talk I really wanna go back to the place I'm apartment sitting, you know it has a running shower? Cold water and everything!"
Ancap often forgot that Ancom, and all the other anarchists all squatted in a semi-abandoned basement in the heart of the city, but when you as an ideology don't need to eat or sleep, running water and electricity are less of a priority. One of each pride flag however, was, and as a result it sort of looked like the kind of place to get your gender changed into something terrible. And to a certain extent it was.
Anyways, back to these two assholes enjoying the earthy, mouth numbing delight that is kava.
"Isn't there a park near your squat? I think I remember seeing it when I was looking out at the city from my penthouse suite."
"Are you like, stalking us? Hooking up with Ingsoc and giving us all Surveillance Capitalism?"
"You leave Survcap's name out of your mouth. Anyways, that sounds delightful. I assume that it's some sort of gated golf course or something? Pay to enter botanical garden?"
"It's like, a regular park with used condoms and heroin needles and shit in big piles everywhere."
"Are you sure there isn't somewhere nicer? I'm sure Nazi has some great open spaces in mind we could visit."
"Nya, but isn't like taking you on a date about me showing you my idea of a good time?"
"I mean I think I'd just be a hostage after a certain point."
Ancap stirred his bowl of kava with a little wooden stick before drinking deeply from the violently earthy, chalky liquid containing bowl.
"Right uh, fine do you wanna play hostage?"
"Oh god no Ancom, I just wanna show that I do love you! Like very much in an absent father who only shows up during the holidays to try and win your love with material goods, but still!"
"We could watch a movie together, I have a great bootleg tape dealer."
"What are we in human high school? A movie?"
"It's free, and besides you big dummy, sometimes it's more about spending time with someone you love and experiencing something that means a lot to them, and less about the activity."
"Oh. You other anarchists take this thing seriously then."
"Love is the necessary part in any revolution you know."
"Right, I suppose my love of money compels me."
"Not quite revolutionary but you're on the right track."
Ancap finished his double kava and stood up. He offered a perfectly manicured hand out to Ancom, who had on finger-less paw gloves and shitty chipped black nail polish. Qui gingerly accepted his hand and off they went to the deepest part of the city. My god, it had not been cleaned in weeks. Actually, Insan's apartment had never really truly been cleaned, which was very evident from the layer of filth that would make one of the more authoritarian ideologies skin crawl.
There was a good reason the anarchists never went to where the authoritarians lived and vice versa, the clean sterility and bright lighting of the auths and the layers of filth and decay and shuttered blinds of the anarchists always drove one another up the wall.
"You can just set your stuff down wherever."
"Yea I did that here in '83 and I still haven't seen my good wool coat since."
Ancap was a weird little critter. I mean yea there was his occasional foray into micro dosing hormones, his vehement attraction to underage kids, the fact he was forced to live in a desert motel to skirt various governmental agencies looking for him for tax fraud, and his never ending cocaine habit but he was also just, not very good at pretending to be normal for even a little bit.
Case in point, he was absolutely not about to take off his shoes or coat to watch this movie, and him putting on regular glasses was out of the question, who cares if it was pitch black outside and he couldn't see anything, his sunglasses stayed on. Ancom on the other hand had changed from one god awful crust punk themed vest to another, even more terrible cat eared hoodie, and panties with long socks in rainbow colors.
Qui did look adorably juvenile to Ancap which was definitely doing things for him, but he was not about to sit on that couch, which looked more like several long slabs of different couches had been thrown together than a real couch.
"C'mon this thing was the top of the line when Insan got it in the 60's! Free too! Just sitting there on the sidewalk!"
Ancap was only slightly sarcastic when he responded.
"I mean who'd give something this good away for free!"
"I dunno, but you seem to be giving your love away for free."
"Oh please Anarkitty you know there's a price. Well, I know there's a price, you just don't know what it is yet."
"Oh nooo I'm such a naughty little anarchist who tried to steal a kiss, looks like you'll have to punish me."
Ancom put quis paws all over Ancom in mock attitude.
"You're so adorable that line just might work on me but I was thinking, would you like to take the lead this time?"
"Lemmie check."
Ancom groped quis crotch, which was a little bit of a mystery to Ancap.
"Hm, be a little hotter if you had a pussy but we can make it work."
"Boy I wish! Maybe hot guys would actually look my way if I was a girl y'know?"
"You wanna be a girl?"
"I mean I think if I was a girl then I could play the female empowerment card to get me out of a lot of tricky situations like taxes or corporate takeover, but then I'd make less money because of the pay gap y'know?"
"Man for a heartless capitalist monster you've certainly given this more thought than most men."
"Oh please, I'm sure every man wishes they had tits to match their ass and a pencil skirt that made their Adonis line pop, as the pink fucker would say."
"Wait snake man have you ever done makeup before?"
"Like drag? Me and Nazi experimented with it in the 40's but I made a promise not to tell anyone he got hard and had to go jack off into a mirror afterwards."
Ancom sat for a moment, attempting to process what exactly Ancap meant by all of that.
"No, like girl makeup."
"Now what the hell is girl makeup, I thought you were all for equality! Makeup is for everyone!"
"No you dummy there's like the exaggerated makeup drag queens do and there's makeup to make you look like a girl."
Ancap who, to his credit, didn't get to be a straight shooting businessman by being dense, was starting to pick up on what Ancom was putting down.
"Is all of this some sort of elaborate foreplay for you?"
"Oh yea big guy, I think you'd be really hot as a girl, I mean so what if I wanna see if you cry like a sissy when I fuck you? It's a natural urge we all have it I mean you're just so-"
Ancom thought of a woke, progressive way to insult Ancap's masculinity and drew a blank.
"I get it, I get it. I mean, I always have thought I'd look pretty in a feather boa."
"That's exactly the tacky sort of crap I wanna dress you up in, I'll go get my makeup bag."
"I thought your gender was cat person, what do you mean you have a make up bag?"
Ancom shot Ancap an absolutely scathing look.
"Buddy I will be the most annoying homosexual you have ever met if you keep saying dumb stuff about genders. Which are all made up by the way. Just like money."
The atmosphere was quickly turning into that of a teenage girl sleepover with your gay best friend. A haphazard pillow fort was constructed and snacks were stolen, er, liberated from Insan's cupboards, and Ancap finally dressed down a smidge. Ancap was the one laying on top of Ancom's tummy as quis paws softly played with his hair. The movie was kind of dull, one of those real artsy 80's flicks with neon where it shouldn't be and outfits that could only exist in cinema.
Heavy dystopian overtones and surreal imagery and Ancom looking very intently at Ancap's face to the point he remembered reading once about how when a human died, a cat ate their face or something equally terrible.
"You want makeup like that?"
It was 80's synth pop makeup in its' full glory.
"I want to look feminine."
Ancom just stared into his eyes, they both had slit pupils,Ancap's were needle thin like a serpents and Ancom's a little more feline.
"You sure you aren't already there?"
"Nyes well, maybe I want to try some of that glitter makeup my child brides like."
"Oh shoot what kinda outfit do you want? I'm thinking naughty schoolgirl, you definitely got the legs for some tights."
"I don't really think someone who's ideology is Insurrectionist Anarchism would have fetish gear laying around."
"You know as good as I do that all anarchists are secretly slutty, submissive freaks."
"Okay yes, but have you seen half the authoritarians on a bad day? My god Nazi and Homofash both are really, really good."
"Keep it in your pants old man. Anyways since I think Insan's bedroom legally counts as a Superfund site I dunno if it'll have anything cool."
"Right."
Ancap, who was more snake than biped most days, immediately missed the warmth from Ancom, and it definitely wasn't just his deep love for the other ideology bleeding through his sleazy facade. The movie droned on, apparently the leading man had finally hooked up with the love interest. Ancap wondered if anyone else had considered the homoerotic undertones of the movie, it seemed like the lead actor got along way better with his comrade.
Ancom came back in piled high with stuff. I mean, the apartment was a messy, dimly lit hellhole on a good day, being abandoned for two weeks while Insan went off to go do whatever it is it does when it wasn't in the city didn't help. Ancap didn't know the first thing about makeup, the bi-weekly gel manicure he got in a delicate shade of lilac was enough for him. Ancap was laying sprawled out on the couch with Ancom planted firmly on his lap.
The makeup was actually nice on his skin, it felt like he was a canvas getting painted, or maybe more like he was at the mercy of someone who was very much in their element. Ancom's paws moved with experience around Ancap's face. Normally that many weird liquids drying on Ancap's face would sort of be a sensory nightmare for him, but through the power of that kava he'd had earlier, everything had sort of slipped away into this gentle acceptance of things that normally bothered his sensory issues.
Kava was actually sort of interesting to Ancap, mostly because he could drink a whole hell of a lot of it and still manage to drive fairly easily, unlike his martini habit which usually made him a goddamned menace on the road. Anyways, Ancom wordlessly handed him a mirror and lashed quis tail back and forth.
"Oh my god."
Ancap was done up in incredibly tasteful makeup, somewhere between 1920's Berlin cabaret dancer and Vegas showgirl, with dead eyes to match. It had glitter and powder and all the other things that went into makeup, I personally have zero idea what all goes into a full face of makeup, and neither did Ancap but he most certainly knew that he looked really hot. Like, he had a boner hot.
"Well well well, is that a money clip in your pocket or are you just that much of a narcissist?"
"Oh please pretty kitty, you know you like em' self-obsessed."
"Yea Tankie tries to act like he's humble but he has a bunch of statutes made in his honor."
"What! No way, where's my statue?"
"You don't get one, I think it'd go all to your head."
Ancom wiggled on Ancap's crotch just enough to make the other ideology let out a strangled gasp.
"Oh fuck."
His hands found Ancom's waist and the two of them rutted against one another.
"Hey pretty boy, there's a mirror in the hallway if you wanna fuck in front of it. I wanna do your hair first though."
Ancap was stripped down and put in hopefully clean black lace lingerie, he was fighting hard to keep his boner tucked into his pants, the sight of his goldenrod flesh draped in delicate lace was more than enough to send him over the edge.
"You're such a fucking perv, by the way. I feel like I haven't given you hard enough of a time for that yet."
"Please touch me."
"No, I'm busy trying to turn this purple mess into a proper hairstyle."
Qui held up his curly hair with a paw in front of the mirror. And so he sat there, rock hard, looking but not touching himself. It was actually kinda nice, or at least it'd feel a lot better when Ancom finally touched his leaking cock. He'd taken his sunglasses off which was a good thing because he'd definitely be getting off to himself if he could actually see. Not many ideologies knew that Ancap was actually kinda fucking blind and his sunglasses were in fact prescription.
His curls looked really pretty, they managed to frame his face really nicely when they were teased down. Speaking of teasing, Ancap could only imagine what he looked like with a too small short sleeve button up in stiff cotton white, and what looked like a green plaid micro skirt, And dark grey tights that he felt hot in.
Finally, his glasses were given back to him and he could see. My fucking god, Ancom did not hold back when qui had dressed him up. His tie was pulled aside and his shirt buttoned down just enough to see black lace peaking out and his nipple piercings were extremely visible through the sheer white fabric. His ass was framed nicely by the green and black skirt and he gave himself a twirl. The makeup was just visible through his sunglasses, dark glints of eye makeup like metal in a riverbed.
Ancom wordlessly lead him to the mirror. Qui was just high enough where qui could function fine, but saying words was sort of lost on quem. Ancom finally got Ancap on his knees and for once qui was the one lifting up his skirt and groping his ass. Qui paused for a moment and remembered to speak.
"You look really fucking good in this lace man."
Ancom was still in an oversized hoodie and peeled it off to reveal little A cup tits with electrical tape for a bra and a shit eating grin under quis mask. Ooh, and a thin O ring collar in black leather, nice. Qui's tail was lashing back and forth in lazy anticipation and qui's ears twitched as qui's eyes danced up and down Ancap's body. He was blushing a violet shade and looked kind of like he wished the mirror would swallow him whole, he was not used to being the vulnerable one. He let out a high pitched yelp when Ancom grabbed his tits.
"You'd look even hotter if you could fill this bra out."
Ancom gave his chest a squeeze for emphasis.
"Wait since when do you have piercings?"
Ancap stuck his tongue out and showed off a forked tongue.
"Oh please, like that's the most shocking thing about my body."
"Yea yea, we all know you're literally cold blooded, but this is exciting!"
"Ancom darling I'm glad you're having fun but if you don't bend me over soon I'm gonna take matters into my own hands."
"Aw you almost begged for me, how cute! We'll get there."
Ancom lightly pawed at Ancap's dick and he immediately rutted into qui's touch. Before he could realize what was going on, Ancom thrust into Ancap. Qui moved as fast and hard as qui could and did not let up on the brutal pace qui had set. Ancap lost his balance and fell on all fours, apparently Ancom thought that was sexy enough that qui pushed his head down on the floor until he went limp.
Ancom's paw reached around to finally, finally let Ancap cum. He let out a soft whine and hardly realized what he was doing before the feeling of over stimulation took a hold of his body. Ancom didn't seem to care, or maybe qui was just making good on quis promise to fuck him until he cried. Ancap didn't cry easy, none of the ideologies did except Nazi, but Ancom was absolutely determined.
Qui gently traced quis claws down Ancap's back like a warning shot before shredding his button down, and a good deal of his back, with qui's claws. That did it. Qui could hear a pained sniffle coming from Ancap and pulled out for just a second to roll him over. He looked fucking beautiful, all that makeup was running down his face in dark rivers and he was trying to beg Ancom to stop.
The sight of Ancap as a sobbing, uncomfortable mess was more than enough to make Ancom thrust to the hilt and cum deep inside of Ancap. He still wasn't sure if it was a strap on or qui's actual cock, qui's underpants made it hard to determine, and that was okay. Ancom finally pulled out and sat against the wall. And then immediately lunged like a fucking panther for Ancap and thrust back into him. He let out a high pitched yelp as Ancom pinned him down again.
"I thought you were done?"
As soon as he spoke he felt blunt little fangs sink into his neck and little kitten licks across his collar bone.
"Nah."
Qui was absolutely animalistic in qui's thrusts, Ancap felt like a whore getting bred and it was doing things for him.
"F-fuck please breed me."
"You wanna give me kittens baby girl?"
Holy shit he was hard again and hadn't even needed one of his pills.
"Yes?"
"Say it like you mean it whore."
"Please, daddy."
Ancap felt like he'd pulled the pin on a grenade and chucked it in an abandoned building upon saying that. Ancom was either gonna think it was really hot or hold him hostage and yell about gender politics for five very unsexy hours.
"Ohh good girl, you know who owns you!"
The delicate terror was gone, thank fuck it had gone over well. He felt Ancom bottom out inside of him and felt qui's paw snake down his body before stroking him off. He came faster than he thought he could, apparently this was doing things for him. Ancom kept thrusting into him, the way his body shook was fucking delicious to quem, qui gently pawed at his fresh scars and heard him draw in a sharp breath in anticipation for more brutality. Perfection.
Qui came hard a second time in him, and when qui pulled out qui saw cum leaking out of his hole. Ancap was spent, he hardly moved when Ancom stood up.
"C'mon, we should shower."
Ancap got up and the shower was somehow nice, maybe because the room didn't usually see much use. The water was ice cold, and did a good job of keeping them both from trying to make out. Ancom put qui's big hoodie on Ancap who was very delighted to be the one being taken care of with such a loving touch.
"So uh, do you house-sit often?"
"I mean, I can, why?"
"Ancom if you make me say my real feelings out loud I will simply die. You know why."
"Yea but you're cute when you blush and let me boss you around."
"Nyes well, what can I say I like a cat who knows quis way around a man."
Sleep, a rare treat for both ideologies came with little warning. The fuzz of the telescreen set on a soft black color and the morning light peaking through the blinds would surprise them both, but for now it was a quiet moment in the dead heat of the night.