#catmen

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Yeah that never happened. No matter how many "strangers" on the internet he talked to, most of them were either just roleplaying or lived too far away for it to be a realistic goal.

And then he became just too old to be calling himself a cat"boy" anymore, 36 and working as an errand boy in some random low profile company, he was even starting to have a hard time in the REGULAR dating pool.

He settled for just watching others get mauled in red rooms online while cutting himself, that's basically just masturbation for freaks. Becoming a frequent viewer in this new up and coming "streamer", there was something about this new one that just captivated him, he was oddly chatty, and flirty with his viewers.

Trevor never missed a new stream until after a particularly bad date left him too sad to join in.

He thought that might be the one, he really did. Charming, tall, sweet, he was everything he could've asked for…until…he saw the scars on Trevor's arm and immediately freaked out, feeling disgusted, bile growing in the back of his throat, as he called him names almost knocking the table in the process, then leaving him stranding and alone in that little bar.

Trevor cried himself to sleep, that man was perfect, of course he wouldn't want something damaged like him.

He logged back in the red room website the following day, thanking god it was a Saturday and he wouldn't have to go to work, hoping to find some distraction from the horrid date he had, when suddenly, he noticed that he had a notification in his inbox, a message request.

"Hey, you didn't show up yesterday. I missed you"

from you. his favorite streamer.

He was starstruck, really couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at that, you remembered him. you missed him.

Act cool act cool, he thought, couldn't miss this opportunity to talk to you.

"Sorry, I was a bit too tired to appear yesterday."

"It's fine, just wondered why my chat was more quiet yesterday lol"

"It's alright, I'm really excited for today's stream tho"

"Nah, I dont feel like streaming today. Your pfp is cute tho, I like that movie too"

And just like that the two of you started to chat. and chat. and chat. Almost everyday.

First, movies. You revealed to him you were quite fond of certain extreme movies and even took some as inspiration for some of your torture sections. He, of course, was the only one who noticed it.

Second, cutting. Trevor one day casually mentioned he sometimes cuts himself, not for any reason in particular he just sometimes does it.

"It feels nice honestly, always a hassle to clean up the blood but yk, its worth it hehe"

He figured, since you literally torture people for a living, you would be okay with it.

"Next time you do it show me a picture baby <3"

Oh. Oh! Yeah you were the one. He hurriedly make a long, fat reaching cut across his thigh and even scratched your name on the other, sending you a picture with a little too many filters.

God he was beautiful, his sickly pale skin in contrast to the beautiful red of his blood was really the highlight of your day, despite the filters you could still clearly see the many, MANY other scars he has across his thighs. You really just wanted to reopen all those scars yourself.

Third, video calls, on days you didn't stream you decided to chat with him, of course you still kept your face hidden but now you could finally see his face in its all glory. Sad eyes, cat ears, blonde short hair, god he was perfect you just couldn't wait to finally have him.

…

You decided to meet up in a café, just to chat, as you have told him. He ended up showing up 30 minutes earlier out of nervousness, and its a miracle he even was able to get there this early given how many outfits changes he had, how many times he fixed his hair, and how long he spend pondering what gift he should bring. He settled for a new hunting knife.

He shifted nervously in that chair as he stayed alone, his mind conjuring every bad possible thing that could happen during the date. The worst one being u just never showing up at all.

"Hey there, you came early"

Thankfully, right on time your showed up. Face somewhat covered by a cap and a face mask but he could notice the smile thanks to the crinkle of your eyes.

"I don't like being late" he giggled nervously, face red and flushed.

You sat down across from him "I honestly expected to wait here an hour, people your age aren't exactly punctual"

Oh. Right. He forgot he lied about his age. You blindly believed he was a 24 year old who just happened to age a bit poorly, you didn't mind it of course, he was still gorgeous in your eyes, with the white shirt and light brown cardigan perfectly fitting his smaller frame.

You listened to him, you saw him, you indulged in similar thing as him and even complemented each other with the sadist/masochist relationship. He really couldn't think he could fall any harder for you.

"Hey, it's getting a bit late isn't it? I heard there's a pretty park nearby, I could take you there if you wa-"

"YES! uh-yes.. yes please"

You smiled, perfect.

"Let's just order one last drink to go and then we'll walk there"

He nodded and briefly excused himself to the bathroom while you added an extra little ingredient to his coffee.

As you two walked, you watched as his movements slowed down, getting sloppy.

"You're probably just tired" You offered with a smile, oh so kindly offering to guide him back to your car to drive him home.

He looked better tied up and in your trunk anyways.

…

When he woke up his head was pounding, he was confused, last thing he remembered was walking with you before everything went dark.

He looked around, he saw that he was on top of a dirty old mattress with many…mysterious fluids on there. He tried leaving it but noticed his ankle was shackled to a pretty decent looking pipe.

Then, he finally recognized the room he was in.

He was in the same room your used to torture people in your movies.

And god.

He truly was in love now.

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You lay in your shared bed with the catmen laboured breaths on one side, quiet soft ones on the other. Nyen the candyfloss haired catman was draped over you and adamant that he wasn't moving from (not without a fight). He softly grunts as he sleeps, it was surprising to find out he was a deep sleeper meaning a great disturbance was needed to wake him. Good thing you knew how to be one: you wiggle repeatedly getting a huge grunt from Nyen who isn't pleased he's being woken up pushes the pillow onto your face, a warning to cease your actions.

"Stay fucking still." Nyen growled his eyes squinted as he went back to sleep. Meanwhile Nyon who had been awake the entire time turned over spooning you, he placed his head in your neck his soft shallow snores beggining again. You wonder to yourself how to get out of this entanglement you're being subjected to when... "ACHOO!" the pastel blue haired cat man sneezed some how waking the other. Nyen now fully wide awake kicked Nyon out of the bed.

"Goddamnit! You idiots can't let a man sleep can you?!" Nyon shuddered whilst you contemplated coffin options. Somehow your efforts to wake Nyen were in vain but Nyon's measley sneeze had awoken the wrath of the more aggressive catman??!!? Nyon now shivering, muttered in Russian, "Is he.. praying?" you thought to yourself. Before Nyen could wail it on the both of you Luther suddenly burst through the doors "Rise and shine meine Katzen☆!" Luther said in the most cheerful tone he could manage. Nyen halted his movements the most thunderous scowl appeared on his face. You and Nyon both had sighs of relief thank goodness for Luthers saturday routine, you live to see another day!