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Spider-Man: The KATTS' Meow	By : DarthMeow504 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 5835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Author's Note: This fic takes place between Peter and Felicia's breakup and his reunion with Mary Jane that led to them getting married. The KATTS characters and concepts are my own creation, all copyrights mine.]

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The KATSS' Meow
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This was not turning out to be Peter's night.
It had started well enough, truth be told. Felicia had actually called him for what he could only interpret as a date. As Peter Parker, no less, just weeks after the fiasco where she rejected him soundly after showing her his true face for the first time. "Put your mask back on, Spider!"... now there was a self-esteem booster. He'd naturally figured them for over, and then the call. The concert, the night spent close to her... the band wasn't bad at all, either. If you liked that sort of thing. Felicia did, obviously. A little too much.
"I'm going to pounce the lead singer".
After calling him, bringing him to this show, spending all night with her hip pressed into him, that was her explanation as she walked away from him. Just like that, she was gone.
That had led him here, which was quickly turning out to be the last place he wanted to be.
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Felicia had known what she wanted to do since the first moment she saw her. The strut, the delicious drip of the words as the woman delivered the menacing opening lines of "Welcome to My Nightmare" in a sultry purr like a piano burlesque, twisting it into something darkly seductive, making you want to join her in whatever hell she had planned, that had sealed it. The way the woman dared the audience with her eyes, with her moves, like she owned them all, like they were hers to command, because she was just that goddamned sexy, that had made the decision inevitable.
Felicia was going to own this woman before the night was through.
Just to prove she could.
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Peter had had a bad feeling long before Felicia had left. It wasn't a full blown Spider-sense danger signal, but something was off. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something about that woman...
Sure, she was sexy. Sure, she seemed to have more charisma and intensity than should be legal. But the same could be said of Felicia, and she was right next to him, damned near bumping and grinding with him right in the middle of the crowd. Despite that, part of him wanted to do what she had done. Just forget her, belong to that redheaded goddess on stage. And to look at the crowd, he wasn't alone. Not by a longshot.
It wasn't normal. He couldn't help being reminded of a lame villain called the Hypno Hustler he'd beaten once, who'd shown that kind of absolute sway over a crowd's emotions. Of course, these girls didn't suck, but still. They were a KISS tribute band that barely did any KISS songs, instead doing a pretty wide variety of rock and heavy metal covers. Not an original song in the entire set. They were good, but no one was that effective on that kind of material. Something was wrong.
So he did what any jilted almost boyfriend who happened to be a superhero would do. He checked for dirt on them.
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Felicia hadn't found it difficult to make her way to the back of the building, by the rear stage exits. The band's bus was there, and they were still in the process of a bit of mingling with what fans had made it back to that area when Felicia had strode in with her own version of the commandingly sultry feline strut. She was the goddamed Black Cat. Nobody did it better.
She'd grinned to herself when the small crowd parted for her, yeah she still had it. When the singer stopped what she was doing in mid-word and locked eyes with her, she grinned more. Gotcha. You're mine. That was her thought, and that was the reaction she expected to get.
What she hadn't expected was the soft grin and the look of predator's fascination in those eyes, a thrillseeking lust for a challenge that she knew mirrored the look in her own.
This was going to be even more fun than she thought.
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This was turning out to be even less fun than he thought.
It had started out badly enough, with his call to Spider-Woman in San Fransisco, which was where the band hailed from, confirming that she knew that at least two of the band members were former criminals and possible low level superhumans. There had been incidents on various stops of their tour, too, but nothing really concrete enough to nail them on. Without warrants for their arrest or specific crimes to tie them to, there wasn't anything much Jessica could do but keep an eye on them.
And now they were here, in New York. And they had his girl. Or what he hoped or wished was his girl. It wasn't like it was easy to tell with Felicia.
Snooping around backstage as Peter Parker had gotten him straight into a run-in with Tami Kurotora, the bassist of the band, the one with the size and attitude to pull of Gene Simmons' Demon role except with a tiger twist. Like the name suggested, all the band members were decked out in KISS style kabuki makeup with the requisite leather and chains, but with a feline theme. KATSS, they called themselves. As cheesy as the name and idea sounded, he wouldn't have gone if it had been anyone but Felicia asking him. He was starting to wish he hadn't.
She was big enough and mean enough to have manhandled him convincingly enough that he couldn't possibly have resisted her without blowing his cover. After being physically thrown out of the backstage area, he had decided to come back as Spider-Man and dig a little deeper.
It had only gotten worse from there.
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From the first moment their eyes had locked, there was a spark. It was like no one else made a difference, just the two sensual predators that had met their match in one another. Their words hadn't really mattered much, they were formalities and both had known it. What mattered was the interplay of eyes and body language, the subtle dance of two masters of the game feeling each other out, probing for weaknesses, jockeying for position, leveraging for advantage, stalking one another like two hunting cats. No one else probably even noticed what they were doing, but the redhead suddenly upped the ante by turning and walking away, as if daring her to follow.
And it didn't take much knowing Felicia to know she could never resist a dare.
It had only gotten better from there.
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Peter had gotten backstage again, in what he could only imagine was perfect stealth, and had picked a nice vantage point to watch the group, hoping to find a trace of Felicia or at least a clue what had happened to her. What he got instead was a growl from the big girl he'd just tangled with, and a turn to stare right up at him. Worse, she'd said "you again" as if she knew exactly who he was even though there didn't seem any way she could possibly have known. What happened next was a nearly blinding burst of Spidey-sense warning him just in time to only barely dodge a leap that was far faster and higher than it should have been for any human, let alone one of her size and bulk. The scraping sound and scoremarks left behind on the concrete in the spot he had only just vacated made him glad he had moved in time.
From there, the fight had moved out and into an alleyway near where their bus was parked, and it hadn't exactly gone well. Not only was the big girl dangerous as hell, her smaller companion had joined in the fray as well. Luci Furr, lead guitarist. Apparantly a living flamethrower with cat ears and speed to match. She kept Spidey from getting too much distance and taking too much advantage of his superior mobility while her bigger friend engaged him hand to hand. Turned out her tiger gimmick was more than just for show, as she had gone from a big mean woman to a bigger, meaner furred creature he could only think to describe as a weretiger. She was strong, fast, tough, and armed with claws and sharp teeth. If he had to make a rough assessment, he'd say she was in Scorpion's league. Which made her no picnic at all, even without her flamethrowing friend backing her up. Worse, they worked well as a team. It was all he could do to keep one step ahead of them both.
Perhaps worst of all, there had been no sign of the redheaded singer, or more importantly of Felicia. He had to end this fight fast, but he was hard pressed to make any headway. They weren't perfect, and he had certainly faced worse, but he didn't have time for the long drawn out fight it was going to take to drop them. And he couldn't afford to be in the condition he would probably in when he finally did, not and face an unknown opponnent in this Samantha Haine character. After all, leaders usually tended to be the worst of the bunch. And these two were bad enough as it was.
He had to move fast.
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Fast was quickly proving to be an understatement for Samantha, and Felicia loved speed. She had led her to a car, an old model RX-7 of all things, red and gold like the colors of jewelery Sam wore against her black leather. From the moment she'd actually introduced the car by name to the point she was being pressed into her seat with blistering accelleration, Felicia realized this was no ordinary car, nor an ordinary driver. And she loved it. Felicia was finding Roxy almost as impressive as Sam herself, and she wondered if the exotic woman loved the scent of sex and leather as much as she did. It wasn't as if she could help her reaction, and she somehow doubted she was the first to moisten in this passenger seat. She wondered if Sam would notice. The soft grin she was tossed told her she did.
It occurred to Felicia that this must be what it felt like to be the mouse, to be on the recieving end of the games she played so well. Oddly enough, it didn't bother her. She knew she could turn the tables if she wanted, anytime she wanted, but it didn't matter. She was getting what she was after, and Sam was doing all the work of impressing her and making the seduction happen. All Felicia had to do was relax and enjoy the ride.
It didn't really matter to Felicia at this point where she was being taken, so long as it ended with her being exactly that.
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Peter didn't have time for this, he had to find out where Felicia was being taken. This wasn't an easy fight to begin with, but he was racing the clock which made it worse. He had to try to end it quickly,. which pushed him to take risks he normally wouldn't, and it had already come close to costing him. He could very well lose this, playing it so aggressively, but he didn't have a choice.
In the end it was his sole lucky break of the night that turned the tables for him. Another woman, obviously associated with the band, wandered out from inside in apparant search for the others. Her startled reaction tipped him off that she wasn't a combatant, and he hated to sink to low tactics but he had no choice. A quick flick of the wrist and a thwip of the web, and she was being yanked off of her feet and into his arms. The distraction and the desire not to hit their companion in trying to get at him paused both his opponnents in their attacks, and a quick leap back, pull, sidestep and swing of the web brought her careening around in an arc to collide with the flamethrower cat, while he dodged the tiger cat. A quick loop around them bound them together, and then a repeat of the swinging maneuver brought the pair into collision with the weretiger. Another few loops, and they were all three bound together and neutralized.
It had been about time something had went his way.
It would be the last thing that would.
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Two sets of sexy female silk and leather clothes, boxes of expensive sushi, and bottles of cherry "sake" ricewine, all empty and forgotten, lay scattered on the floor near a still softly steaming hot tub. Mostly dried footprints led away and into what could only be a bedroom, not only from the location but also from the sounds coming from the other side of that door. Not only did Peter arrive too late to "save" Felicia, it was quite obvious at this point she didn't want to be saved.
The girls from the band had been right, it was a simple groupie scenerio. And he had attacked them and nearly gotten himself mangled for nothing.
They'd gone straight, or at least insofar as the term "straight" could be applied to a group of female musicians who liked to pick up female groupies. They were living the rock'n'roll life, which to them was far better than their former careers as small-time thugs and racketeers. In fact only the two he'd fought had any criminal background at all.
He wasn't sure how much to truly trust them, but they had told them where Sam was taking Felicia, and had promised to not give his description to anyone if he'd leave them alone after confirming Felicia wasn't in danger. One look at the hotel suite had confirmed that. And that he really had been ditched for a woman she'd never met.
He wondered how this night could possibly get any more embarassing. At least he'd won the fight, but he wasn't sure how proud he could be of that, given the circumstances.
He couldn't possibly know that an amazing redhead of his own waited in the not too distant future. He only knew that he wouldn't play mouse to the Black Cat again.
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