The Cathouse

Author's notes: And thus we begin the smut. >:) Lemon-y goodness.



Not much else to say. Have fun. :3



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That morning, Rory felt someone trying to shake him awake. He swatted lightly at them in a half-asleep stupor.



“Not now, mom…” he muttered, “Had a late night last night…”



“You and I both, kid,” a voice that was not his mother said, “Where the hell am I and why do I have this horrible headache?”



Rory’s eyes snapped open and he sat up. Standing above him was the anthro boy, holding his head with a visible wince on his face. He’d found his long coat and put it back on. Rory grasped for his glasses. Now that he was awake, Rory could see that his eyes were two different colors. One was a brilliant blue and the other was a forest green.



“Y-you’re awake,” Rory said, starting to get out of the bed. He pulled the blanket off and paused, blushing and put it back.



The anthro was looking around in distaste. However, he didn’t seem to dislike the room. Instead he was sniffing the air.



“This place reeks of a dominant male,” he said, “I hate it.”



He paused and crawled onto the bed with Rory, causing Rory to give a startled cry and try to back away. However, all the boy did was put his face close to his and inhale a few times.



“You smell like him,” he said, wrinkling his nose, “How frustrating. I gotta get out of here before I start trying to make this place my own.”



“What are you on about?” Rory asked with a frown.



“I’m a tomcat, what’d you expect?” the boy asked, “I happen to be the alpha male in my territory and it pisses me off when someone’s scent dominates mine.”



“That’s just… weird,” Rory frowned, “Let me get dressed and I can drive you back to wherever it is you live, all right…?”



“Can we have sex?” the anthro asked, lifting his arms and placing them behind his head. He seemed very casual, but the sleek black tail behind began to twitch in anticipation.



“What?!” Rory stared, “I don’t even know your name.”



“I’m Seven,” he replied, “So…”



“No!” Rory shouted, protectively lifting his sheets between he and the tomcat anthro, who just tilted his head with his ears cocked back a little.



“But you absolutely reek of that man,” Seven said, “It bothers me.”



“What man?!” Rory snapped, “You mean my dad? This is his house, why wouldn’t stuff smell like him? This is his territory and he can have our security dump you off the nearest dock, so I wouldn’t worry about trying to outdo him.”



“You’re his son?” Seven tilted his head.



“Yes,” Rory frowned.



“Weird,” he said, “So can we have sex or what? I’ll make it worth your while. Please, please, please?”



“Talk to my sister about that kind of thing,” Rory said, shaking his head.



“I don’t like females,” Seven replied, “All of my mates are boys. Reduces the number of kittens running around that I’m responsible for, plus they seem to get more out of it.”



“I wouldn’t know,” Rory replied, “Look, I could get in big trouble for having you here, but I didn’t wanna leave you there, so…”



Seven slowly sank on the bed next to him, looking at him. He reached forward and Rory winced back. Seven paused.



“Sorry, I just…” he reached forward and took the glasses, pulling them off gently, then brushed Rory’s bangs from his forehead. Rory let him, knowing nothing else to do. Seven stared at him a long time once his bangs were out of the way.



“What?” Rory asked quietly.



“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,” Seven said, “It just seemed a shame that they were hidden.”



Rory blushed a deep crimson. “Look, you have to leave,” he said.



“What happened anyway?” Seven asked, giving him back his glasses.



Rory immediately replaced them and brushed his hair over his eyes. “You stepped out in front of me,” Rory said, “I hit you with my car. I nearly died trying to get you in the back of my car to get you out of the streets. What were you doing just crossing the street like that?”



“Mm, I always forget to look,” Seven said, “This is the first time I’ve ever gotten hit. Guess I should thank you then. Oh well.”



Rory felt a pang of annoyance at the casual attitude of this streetwalking tomcat. Seven didn’t seem to care that he could’ve died or that he nearly got Rory killed.



“Let’s get you home, at any rate,” Rory rolled his eyes, getting up and walking to his closet.



Just as Rory was reaching for a pair of pants, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his middle and tug him close. He gasped and tried to turn but found it difficult.



“Wh-what are you doing?”



“One time,” Seven said, “No strings attached. Sleep with me and I’ll take myself home. I can find my way from almost any place.”



Rory swallowed. “I d-don’t think…”



Suddenly, all the times Camelia told he was boring came back. The way the kids at the school made fun of him, calling him a wuss. His parents asking him when he was going to stop playing video games and get a life. When was he going to take a chance? When was he going to live a little?



“N-no strings attached?” Rory asked.



“None,” Seven said softly in his ear.



“I’m n-not gay though,” Rory said, as though he’d just remembered this. Seven chuckled slightly.



“Then what’s this?” he asked, placing his hand firmly between Rory’s legs. Rory gave a sharp gasp as he touched an erection he hadn’t even known was there.



“S-Seven…”



“Love is blind, kitten,” Seven said, “Lust is, too. There are preferences and those are fine, but don’t limit yourself in anything. People are people and there’s not a big difference between a boy and a girl when you get underneath the physical features.”



Seven still hadn’t removed his hand from between Rory’s legs. Rory felt himself leaning back into him. He couldn’t describe the sensation. It was so different from anything else he’d felt there.



“One time and I’m gone,” Seven said.



Rory nodded slowly and Seven released him, walking over to his door. He found a lock and flipped it into place, then took off his coat, throwing it across the bottom of the bed. Rory stood there, his legs shaking weakly, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do.



“Well?” Seven prompted, “Get on the bed.”



Rory nodded and walked over to it, crawling onto the spot where he had been sleeping only a little while before. He began to squirm now that he was aware of his own arousal.



Seven unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, laying it neatly with his coat, then crawled onto the bed.



“Relax,” Seven said, “You’re a virgin, right?”



Rory paused and nodded.



“Yes or no?” Seven asked, raising an eyebrow.



“Yes,” Rory said quickly.



“One second then,” Seven said. With that, he stood up and walked into the connecting bathroom.



Rory leaned his head back, trying to relax. Was he really about to do this? With an anthro? If his parents found out that he was gay and, even worse, having sex with an anthro, the consequences were going to be dire.



But at the same time, he wanted it. He felt like he hardly ever got things that he wanted outside of video games and little insignificant material objects. The offer had been pleasure for absolutely nothing and Rory saw no reason not to accept. Who was ever going to know?



Seven returned, a bottle of baby oil in his hand. He walked over and crawled onto the bed, running an appreciatory hand over the satin sheets.



“Sexy bedspread,” he commented.



“Th-thanks…?” Rory said, unsure how he should respond to anything Seven said. His heart was pounding in his chest, making him feel slightly ill.



Seven just smiled and moved over to him, crawling on top of him.



“I need you to stay as relaxed as you can,” he told Rory carefully, “Some parts of this may hurt a little, but I’ll be very careful. The more relaxed you are, the less it will hurt.”



Rory nodded slowly. Nothing he didn’t already know.



Seven moved over him until he was supporting himself on hands and knees over Rory, looking at him. He reached forward and took off Rory’s glasses and moved his bangs again, and Rory didn’t try to fix it. He was mostly naked. Obviously if Seven thought he was ugly, he didn’t care.



Seven looked at him again, then leaned in, giving one little sniff and making a displeased sound. Then he leaned over, kissing Rory.



Rory kissed him back without even knowing how. He’d never been kissed by anyone besides his affectionate sister, and those were nothing like this. It wasn’t just lips put together to say “I love you, brother.” It was an outpouring of passion.



Seven’s tongue snaked into Rory’s mouth, rubbing over his front teeth and pushing further back, exploring his mouth as though it was different from any other mouth the tongue had ventured into.



Rory felt himself wanting to moan slightly, the action sending pleasurable tingles from his throat to his midsection. Seven was obviously an expert at all this.



Seven broke off, catching his breath and quickly moved down, planting quick, sensual kisses on his jaw and down to his neck. Seven felt his body’s sense heighten as the anthro’s hands trailed lightly down Rory’s sides. Every touch was sending a thrill of pleasure down his entire body, causing him to try and moan. However, Rory was refusing to.



Seven hand began to rub up and down Rory’s stomach softly, causing Rory to arch up a little, finally giving a small moan but clamping down on it. Seven seemed unbothered as he moved down, running his tongue over Rory’s collar bone.



“How you doing?” Seven asked.



“F-fine…” Rory said.



Seven nodded and moved a little lower, pausing to breathe hot air onto one nipple, causing Rory to squirm in pleasure. He slowly licked at it and Rory finally gave a moan without restraint. Seven seemed to be satisfied with that and lapped at it a few time before gently sucking on it. Rory writhed underneath him as each touch caused an unbearably pleasurable sensation between his legs.



Seven switched to the other nipple and Rory arched his back as an instinct as the tingles of pleasure grew stronger, like little ripples of electricity injected into him by Seven’s careful touch. A feeling of tightness between his legs grew more and more.



“So responsive,” Seven said with a soft smile, finally relenting on his nipples. Rory gave an unhappy moan as the thrills of pleasure stopped, if only for that small moment.



“M-more…” Rory panted out, surprising himself. He knew he shouldn’t act so wanton in bed, no matter who he was with, but he was enjoying himself and he just wanted a bit more…



“Of course,” Seven said, kissing down his stomach, causing it to harden underneath each kiss. Rory continuously moaned and writhed underneath him, raising his hips in anticipation.



Seven reached his boxer shorts and paused, tugging at them. He sat up and dug his fingers underneath their lip and pushed, the fabric sliding over Rory’s hips easily, brushing over a solid erection, causing Rory to gasp and moan, covering his mouth.



Seven took a moment to look at Rory. Rory looked back, his face flushed out and his eyes half-lidded and unfocused.



Seven returned to his work, pulling the boxers until they were all the way off. Rory didn’t even care that he was naked in front of this practical stranger. He just spread his legs and bucked his hips slightly.



“Touch me,” he whimpered.



“Be patient,” Seven said gently. He placed both of his hands on the inside of Rory’s thighs, causing him to give a loud, heated moan. He began to run them up and down, forcing more moans and soft cries to eject from Rory’s mouth.



Seven bent over and licked up the entire inside of Rory’s thigh. Rory gave a soft cry, spreading his legs wider, but Seven had paused.



“D-don’t stop…” Rory begged.



“All right,” Seven said, frowning for a moment. He switched and licked up the other thigh. Rory gave a small whimper and bucked his hips up as his erection began to throb. He couldn’t help it anymore. He reached over and wrapped his hand around the erection, stroking, crying out softly.



“No, no,” Seven said, stopping his hand, “My job, not yours.”



Rory whimpered, but Seven obliged his needs and licked up his entire length. Rory gave a cry, throwing his head back. A growing need for release grew stronger, both torturing and pleasuring Rory as Seven pushed the tip of his tongue into the slit at the tip of Rory’s member.



The feeling was explosive to him. He tried to buck his hips up again, but Seven’s hands were placed strategically on the tops of his thighs, holding down his lower body. He drilled the tongue in and out of the slit and the feeling was unbearable and so acute it was close to pain. Close, and yet it was nothing but pure ecstasy. Rory forgot who he was, who Seven was and where they were.



He was crying out loudly by the time Seven took the tip into his mouth, sucking softly, then hard. The tension drove Rory wild as he squirmed heatedly at the sensations and the perfection of how it was done.



Seven took the rest of him in his mouth, sucking hard. Rory nearly screamed, his back at a tight arch now. Needing something to do with his hands, he wrapped his fingers in Seven’s thick black hair



Seven responded by moving one of his hands from the top of his thighs and gripped his ballsack. Rory didn’t know how much longer he could hold onto the tension, giving small desperate screams as Seven began to tease his balls.



Seven stopped suddenly, pulling away. Rory gave a dismayed cry, releasing Seven’s hair as his head rose from deep between the boy’s legs.



“Desperate are we?” Seven said with a soft smile.



“Please… please…” Rory panted out, his chest heaving. He began to squirm uncontrollably as his body ached for release.



“The longer you hold out, the better it will be,” Seven said, “Besides, you just think you need to come. You could hold out a lot longer before it starts to hurt.”



“How would you know…?” Rory gasped out.



“Hiding a little slut in there are you?” Seven asked with a small smirk. Rory just moaned in response. He was resisting the urge to sit up and rub himself against Seven.



Seven reached over and grabbed a couple of pillows, pressing Rory’s hips up and putting them underneath him.



“If you can hold out,” Seven said, “Then we can go twice in a row. That’s so much better than just getting a blowjob, don’t you think?”



“You’re a man of class,” Rory said breathlessly.



“I’d like to think I’m better than some,” Seven said, grabbing the baby oil and spreading it generously over his hands. He then reached down and spread Rory’s legs a little bit wider, moving his finger and circling it around the tight back entrance. Rory moaned, arching up immediately, but the pillows that propped up his hips made it hard to stay like that and even harder to thrust his hips.



Seven pushed the finger in, carefully massaging the inner muscles and loosening them up. Strong circular motions widened the entrance little by little until Seven pulled the finger away to oil down two fingers.



Rory had managed to get back some of his self-control in the moment. Besides the occasional moan, he wasn’t sure he was all that impressed with the movement of the fingers. It was different, but he couldn’t say much else for it.



That is, until Seven inserted the two fingers and pushed them deep inside Rory. Seven searched and found the prostate lump, massaging it. Rory gave a sharp cry, gripping the sheets tightly. His toes curled as a totally new sensation filled him. This one was deeper. The pleasure was raw, no longer coming in little thrills and tingles. Each stroke of the fingers sent a hard jolt of ecstasy through him.



Rory pressed into the fingers eagerly.



Seven pulled them away and oiled up three fingers, then very carefully pushed those inside of Rory. Rory cried out, tossing his head back as they grazed over prostate again. Seven twisted the fingers ever so slightly, but all at once, Rory was practically screaming, thrusting into his fingers as they thrust back into him. His entire being was pleasure now, and the tightness between his legs was no longer a cruel tension but a second source of euphoria.



Seven thrust his fingers a few more times before he removed them. Rory whimpered and fell limp as all movement stopped.



Seven paused and undid his own pants, pouring some oil on his hand and coating his own erection.



“Ready?” he asked Rory.



Rory nodded.



Seven nodded back and got into position. His pushed inside of Rory, slowly and carefully. Rory gritted his teeth as Seven’s erection sank deeper inside of him than his fingers could ever reach. He was gasping for air by the time Seven was all the way inside.



“We good?” Seven asked, wiggling inside of Rory.



Rory nodded his consent and Seven pulled back, then thrust back in.



Rory was screaming and didn’t feel that it was all that extreme of a reaction. Seven was thrusting against and rubbing tightly to Rory’s sensitive prostate, causing him to immediately start pressing into his thrusts. All of his inner muscles began to respond in pleasure as Seven began to pound in and out of him.



Soon, both were moving quickly and their thrusts were hard. Rory wrapped his legs around Seven as he tried to achieve more depth and speed.



Seven moaned as he sped up more, moving his hand to wrap around Rory’s erection, stroking him off in time with each thrust. Soon they were locked together in a circle of intense pleasure. Rory was screaming, clinging around Seven’s neck, and Seven was stroking him with a tight grip.



It wasn’t too long before all the tension that had been forgotten in the midst of pleasure exploded into something so beautiful and intense, Rory couldn’t make a sound to express it. He just froze as the sensation rocked through his entire body, warm cum covering his quivering stomach.



Seven thrust a few more times before he came, brought onto it by Rory’s tense-bodied orgasm.



The two sat there a moment, frozen in their individual pleasures, but sharing it all at once. Finally, Rory winded down, taking deep breaths.



“That’s enough,” Seven said, his breath gone, pulling out of Rory.



“You said we were going twice,” Rory said, not really disappointed but confused by the change of heart.



“I wish I could say I enjoyed that half as much as you,” Seven said, “But I was a little distracted. First of all you lied to me.”



“What?” Rory asked, “What do you mean?”



“You’re not a virgin,” Seven said, zipped up his pants. “You’re not nearly tight enough. I was a bit confused because you responded like one, but it didn’t take me long to figure it out. So how long has your dad been fucking you?”



Rory froze like a deer in the headlights, skipping afterglow in his race to come up with some kind of explanation.



“Wh-what are you talking about…?” Rory said, unable to meet Seven’s eyes.



Seven sighed and walked into the bathroom, coming back with a towel and wiping off Rory’s stomach, saying nothing. Rory just watched. Seven cleaned him up and grabbed his boxers, replacing them, then crawled over and laid next to Rory, licking up the side of his face, being more like a cat grooming another cat than being sensual.



Rory found the act relaxing, but remained tense as Seven’s question lingered in his mind. He kept repeating it in his head, tone for tone the way Seven had asked it.



“It’s normal,” Seven said softly, “for a dominant male’s house to smell like him. And it’s normal for the people that live there to smell like their house to a certain extent. But his scent is strongest between your legs.”



“I don’t wanna talk about this,” Rory said softly.



Seven ignored him. “You responded like a virgin though you weren’t tight,” he continued, “Which I have seen as a sign that your first was an inconsiderate lover. Has your dad been raping you?”



“It’s none of your business,” Rory replied.



“You don’t have to put up with that,” Seven said.



“You wouldn’t know,” Rory said, covering his ears.



Seven inhaled Rory’s scent. “You smell like me now,” he said, “I can barely smell him anymore. He’s not a tomcat, but he’ll know instinctively, if he’s been using you. Especially if he does it often, which I think he does. That means that you should avoid him as much as possible until my scent fades.”



“Shut up...”



“What does he threaten you with?” Seven asked, “Or does he just force you to submit physically?”



“Shut up!” Rory screamed, curling in on himself.



“Does he say he’ll hurt someone? Take something away from you?” Seven said, “Or does he just make you feel guilty for disobeying?”



“Please, stop talking…” Rory whispered.



“And then he just rips pleasure from you selfishly, keeping it all for himself, giving none to you and leaving you hurt and bruised,” Seven said, his voice one calm tone, “And you’re left to pick up all the pieces all alone because who exactly is going to believe you? Who would help you? Do you even have the guts to admit it to someone?”



“Please…”



“So you don’t even deal with it,” Seven said, “You just lock it up deep within you. But it comes through as hate, but not just for him, for yourself as well. You see yourself as an ugly, tainted nothing. And you hide behind things like glasses and hair, probably clothes. And you lock yourself in your room, too scared to come out unless you have to.”



“Don’t…” Rory whispered.



Seven finally stopped. Instead he just leaned over and licked up Rory’s face again. Rory allowed himself to relax.



“You’re not really alone,” Seven said. He stood up and took up his shirt, slipping it on and buttoning it up.



Rory didn’t say anything as Seven slipped on his coat and walked over to Rory’s dresser, grabbing a slip of paper, a receipt from some game Rory had bought, and finding a pen, writing something on it.



He walked over to Rory and took his hand, slapping the receipt into it, then leaned down and kissed him softly. He then turned and unlocked the door, walking out. Rory somehow didn’t doubt that he’d have no problem getting out without alerting security.



The green-eyed boy sat there a long time, not moving, trying his best to numb down all the emotions that Seven had brought up inside of him.



Finally, he stiffly sat up and unfolded the paper, looking to see what was written on the back of the receipt.



It simply said this:



Seven Lauden and Co.

1203 21st Street

Apt#2B



The door’s always unlocked.