Kareem had had a long fucking night. A text from Taj, the sudden, heart-stopping pain and horror that he always felt when one of his brothers was in pain, in trouble, in mortal danger. The hours as he waited for Dana to get back to him, pacing back and forth constantly, practically grinding a trench into his carpet, as he waited for his beloved cupid to help him save his beloved brother. And his boyfriend. From demons. Fucking demons. Always trying to kill his brothers. He was going to have to do something about that sometime. Some time soon. He was going to have to rip some goddamn throats out. The blood would feel satisfying gliding over his muzzle. Then a horrifying search through empty woods, trying to find his brother, imagining all of the terrible things that could have happened to him until, then, finally he got a text and found himself at Taj's bedside, crying into his brother's hair.
Then, a nap. Cats were big on naps.
Naps were especially good when you had someone pretty to cuddle with.
So he slept there, cuddled together with his angel (still amazed that an angel could love him, could even like him), and then he got another text, and this one said that his brother was being fought over by his other brother and his brother's boyfriend.
It was difficult to be the mature one.
Luckily, his angel was still there, to save him, to save his family, and in a flash of light he was there, grabbing his brother Dally by the shoulders. “DALLY!” He cried out. “That's his goddamn boyfriend, you dragon doofus.”