back through his hair. "Can you honestly tell me you haven't guessed?"
"I've never seen you before last night."
A lean-muscled leg slid over his, caressing his calf. Willem looked down to see the boy's foot encased in a black boot... Kasha's boot. "You do know. Let your mind come around to it."
Those green eyes, the gently mocking voice... No, holy shit, it can't be. Willem jerked back in shock. "You can't be Kasha. He's a cat." He scrambled backward over the floor, terrified that his last bit of sanity had taken a flying leap off a tall bridge. "No... go away! You're not real!"
Hallucination-boy snorted. "Of course I'm real. Your family's been feeding me for years."
"The cat... the cat was real." Even a magic cat, he could accept, but this beautiful boy, despite his feline eyes and fluid grace, was not a cat.
"Not just a cat. Willem, it's still me. This is simply another aspect of me, the one you don't see as often."
"I haven't seen you before because I wasn't crazy before!" Will scrabbled over the floorboards and surged up, trying to stand. He smacked his head on the edge of the table with a sickening crack. The room tipped on its side.
"Willem! Will!" A soft, anxious voice called to him across the universe. "Oh, my poor Willem. Easy now."
He lay with his head and shoulders cradled in someone's arms. Must have grayed out. Ow. Damn. His fingers found a sore lump on top of his head. "Kasha?"
"Yes. Despite your protestations to the contrary."
"God." Willem put an arm over his eyes. "This is horrible."
"Why?"
"I've lost my mind. The way you look. Shit. It's just proof I've lost my mind."
Kasha helped him sit up. "I can't possibly appear that hideous to you." His green eyes narrowed. "Or is it that you prefer something different? Someone larger, more powerfully built to match your own strength?"
Will twisted out of his hands again. "What? No! Christ, you've seen Joey. You know I like smaller men." That was just it. This illusory version of Kasha was his dream boy. Lean, compact and hard-muscled, with smooth, golden skin and lovely, elfin features, he was like one of those luscious uke boys from a Japanese graphic novel, though not so effeminate. "It's... just sick and wrong. You're a cat, dammit, my cat. What the hell's wrong with me?"
With a little sigh, Kasha moved behind him, hands kneading his knotted shoulders. "So you do find me desirable?"
"Yes, and that's why you can't be real! You're exactly what I want, what I dream about. You have to be something manufactured by my tired, lonely brain. God, my head hurts."
Gentle hands tilted Will's head back to rest on Kasha's shoulder. Skilled fingers massaged his forehead and temples, easing the throbbing tension, soothing the sharp pain of smacking his skull on hardwood. "I see. So every boy you've ever desired then was an illusion. Every time you looked across the room and saw someone who attracted you, it was a daydream. Everyone you ever fucked was a hormone-induced hallucination."
"Yes... no! I didn't... that makes no sense."
"Neither does what you're babbling, my dear." Kasha leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm trying to create a logical progression for your thoughts."
"I... oh." Willem became all too aware, even through his jacket and shirt, of the warm, naked chest pressed against his back. "I haven't had that many lovers, you know." He cringed at how defensive that sounded.
"You certainly could have." Kasha undid his top two shirt buttons, sliding his fingers under the fabric to attack his knotted shoulder muscles more directly.
"I don't just hook up with guys to screw them. I want it to be more than that."
"No tomcatting about, eh?"
Willem turned his head to see Kasha's wicked grin. His stomach did an odd flip, though he couldn't tell if he was still freaked out or getting turned on. "Not funny." He gazed into those lovely, not-quite-human eyes. If he wasn't crazy, there had to be some other explanation. "Kasha, what are you?"
Kasha
Stephanie Hoffman McManus