Make it stop (Quackity x Jschlatt- S M U T)

Caught.

TW WARNING: VIOLENCE, ABUSE. 

A shocked Tubbo stood in the doorway, staring at the two. Schlatt stopped, looking at him too, a dark expression on his face. Alex quickly covered himself up, Schlatt still being inside of him. Tubbo Stood back from the door. 

"U..Uhm..Alex..?—." He looked sad, and a bit confused to see him there.

Alex replied, trying to make the situation seem not as bad as it was. "Oh..Tubbo! Aha..fancy seeing you here..! You uh—..I was just.." he looked at Schlatt, who was smirking.

Tubbo now interrupted, frustrated. "You we're just what? Fucking my dad?" 

Alex was surprised. "Your..your dad?" He said, looking between the two, seeing the resemblance. "Oh..OH—..your daddd..yeah uh.." He tried explaining, but Tubbo quickly walked off. Alex tried getting off of Schlatt, but was pulled back down. He groaned, and Schlatt grinned.

"Where do you think your going?.." Schlatt began to thrust again, earning a couple of involuntary moans from Alex, and then a slap. Right across the face. Alex climbed off of Schlatt, and pulled his boxers up. 

"What..the fuck!" He said, stepping back, then pulling up his bottoms too. "Your son just..fucking walked in on us having sex, and you don't even care?" Alex could sense the rage building up in Schlatt. Schlatt just stared at the floor, seeming quite angry and annoyed. 

"Hah..ahah..—." He began to laugh, kind of manically. "Did you just— slap me?" Schlatt asked, making Alex fall silent.

"Er..I'm sorry I—." Schlatt walked over to Alex, slapping him so hard that he fell to the floor. Schlatt then crouched, grabbed him by the hair, and pushed his head back so that Alex was looking up at him. Alex grunted, and held the side of his face. 

"You little shit..— who do you think you are.." He said, also grabbing his tie and tightening it. Schlatt then went to hit Alex again, before Tubbo and Karl walked in.

Tubbo exclaimed, "There..! They..they were..!" Karl held onto Tubbos shoulder, trying to calm him down. Karl looked at Alex, quite disgusted by him. 

"Alex, what are you thinking?.." Karl asked, before sending Tubbo out of the room to calm down. "Schlatt, get the fuck off him before I call the police. Alex..just— don't talk to me..go home.." Alex looked up at him with a bruised face, and teary eyes. He began to cry, though not a sound left his mouth. What had he done wrong? It's not like he killed anyone..

Later that night, Alex lay down on his floor, looking up at his ceiling. He held an ice pack to his face where he'd been slapped. "Fuck—..fucking..FUCK!—." Alex sat up, throwing the ice pack at the wall in frustration. It wasn't his fault. He didn't even really agree to what had happened between himself and Schlatt, he was just persuaded. Now he was getting the dirt for it, and he hated this. He hated himself, he hated Schlatt, he hated everything. But he needed money. Alex needed it more than anything. And so what if he liked Schlatt even the slightest bit? Schlatt was a bad person, and every day Schlatt was going to get worse, he could just tell.. Alex had zoned out, still lay on the floor. Suddenly, he heard a ring. A loud ring. What was it. Where..Oh. He zoned back in. Alex picked up his phone, it was wilbur.

Wilbur: "YOU AND SCHLATT FUCKED?" He asked, "EVERYONES GONNA HATE Y—."

"I fucking know wil! Just leave me alone, will you?" He said, hanging up the phone.

He began to cry again, and hugged his knees. The phone rang again, but he wasn't going to pick it up. Wil was the only one who was going to talk to wil, but Alex wasn't going to talk to anyone, and nobody would want to talk to Alex.