Thread: Of Villains and Heros (Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar)

Venedict was never one to ignore a person in need. His sister often bitched that he was too overbearing and protective but he had gotten into being a hero because he liked to be needed. It was a driving need. At hearing the first tears fall, Venedict could no longer sit by and ignore someone in need. Especially someone who had come to his rescue in desperate need of some kitten cuddles. Making a low rumbling sound below the human hearing he directed the cat's to follow him before he stood up and walked over to the smaller dark haired man. Minion was quite content where he was at so Venedict didn't move him. Instead he displayed some of his impressive strength when he lifted the smaller man and moved him onto the overly large couch. There was a reason the couch was here besides to let large families meet and greet their cats before they took them home. The other use was when Venedict needed some feline relaxation and called upon most of his feline rescues. He pressed the crying man into his chest, letting out a low volume chuff to summon the felines. Almost all seventy of the felines in rescue came to the front when summoned. They piled on and around Venedict and this man, each feline letting out a calming purr with their own frequency. It was a bit like controlled chaos but Ven loved the sound. His own chest rumbled in time with his own purr, a man purr that was just as calming but once more a low frequency. The man didn't seem to mind, almost seeming to melt into the hold that Venedict and the cats had on him. The burly man didn't mind being a tissue as much as the next guy but it was much better when he didn't have a crying man in front of him. Letting out a hum, he slowly worked his fingers over the man's tight back. He worked over the fabric and gently but firmly worked out the knots in time to the purring of his rescues. He only allowed the man to sit back when the crying had stopped and the man felt completely relaxed. His sister would call him weird and creepy but he liked to think he could read people somewhat well and it didn't seem the man was distressed at all by the impromptu massage and kitty cuddle session. However, he probably was taking it too far by petting the man like he would his cats but the man all but seemed to purr at the contact. It was like he needed the touch so badly he could combust. Venedict huffed, leaning back on the couch with one hand petting the man over his hair and back in long strokes like he would one of his cats. I assume I'm not overstepping too much? Venedict asked, his voice smooth enough to not break whatever magic was going on, My sister says I need to stop treating people like cats but well....you see where I work. Venedict hummed once more his petting slower but never quite stopping or becoming sexual. This was about comfort to someone who needed it. All too soon the moment was over. Venedict's phone dinged with the alarm to medicate some of his older rescues. He hated to leave the cuddle session but some of their meds were time sensitive. Letting out a heavy sigh, he stood up and set his boneless guest back onto the couch, I've got to medicate some of my old boys. He pet the man's hair again, hoping the man wasn't secretly mad at how he was being treated. His sister would call it creepy or kinky but he tended to comfort people like he did his rescues if they let him. He stepped over the purring mass of felines before going to the back and pulling of the medication. He medicated some of the cats while the purring continued.