Habitual Liar

C12- The Event

((A/N: SEXUAL ASSAULT WARNING.))

I wish Matt liked me the way I like him.
I have the hugest, most heart-aching crush on him. I just can't help it.

He treats me like a baby. I can get used to that, but... He doesn't seem to like me like that.

I want to smell his pheromones again.
Today at breakfast, he was feeding me again. I like to be pampered. But I want to see him in another light.

He says I'm cute and handsome but how can I take that seriously? We're caught in some mock-flirty friendship and my heart seriously hurts. And damn it, my dick hurts too.

Constantly teasing me but also, constantly spoiling me rotten. Little does he know, I want him so, so badly.

It's killing me. I can't stop thinking about him!

I wonder what would happen if I dance with Bruce at the party tonight. Bruce is sexy too. I bet he can dance really well.
Let's see if Matt gets jealous.

Now it's seven o' clock, and I'm done with practice. I walk inside to find the boys laying out stacks of plastic red Solo cups and big packs of beer and booze. They moved the furniture out of the way too. This obviously isn't their first rodeo.

Lucius has a cigar hanging from his mouth.
"Hey Lucius, where's Matt?"

"He's working overtime, he'll be home like, an hour into the party."

Perfect. I want to see what he does when he sees me and Bruce.

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Now it's eight thirty, and people are finally here. Midas set up some fancy club lighting and has a EDM party mixtape blasting from the speakers.

Midas is getting dressed with me. He douses himself in cologne and pulls on a crop top. He puts on his collar and a pair of shiny leather shorts. He looks great.

"Midas, why are you dressed for a rave??"

"That's how you SHOULD dress to Atlantis parties. This is a male-only party. Most people that come here are super queer. In Atlantis, lots of people are queer on campus. Normal rules don't apply here."

"Rigghhht. So it's like a big gay club??"

"Kinda! It's definitely not a party that straight guys like to come to."

"So... What should I wear??"

"Put on your collar first."

I strap on the collar and look back at him.

"I have no clothes though-"

"I got you covered. I'm a fashion design major, after all."
He coos, rummaging through his closet. he pulls out a mesh top and pulls it over my head.

He hands me some black velvet shorts and throws me some tall black socks with holographic stripes at the top, then tosses me a pair of holographic platform shoes.

I pull the clothes on, and they all fit nicely.

"Wow, this isn't so bad, Midas!"
I look at myself in the mirror.

"You look hot. Let's go get Charles to do our makeup."

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Midas and I strut into the party. The party is bopping. The bass is shaking the room, and all the guys down here are drinking. People are already dancing.

I dive into the crowd of huge college guys. I'm getting groped and grinded left and right just trying to walk through. I see Bruce and run up to him.

"HAYYY BRUCE!!"
I exclaim and give him a hug.

"Richie!!" He grins. "You look great!"

"You too!!"

He's only wearing a pair of spandex shorts.
We run into the crowd and start dancing to the music, which is blasting way too loud.

I didn't plan on doing anything sexual with Bruce. That is, until he snaked his arms around me and reached down to my ass.

Okay, this isn't too bad.
For a few seconds, I'm fine with it.
Until I sniff him.
This dude smells gross.
He smells like an alpha but these pheromones are disgusting to me. That, or he just has really bad BO and I don't like guys who don't know how to use a little Old Spice.

His touch isn't nice or gentle either.
He's too strong though, and try as I might, I can't pull away from this guy. Now he's grinding me.
I tried to tell him to get off of me, but the music is too loud. I try to push him back but his arms are locked around me like a vice.
He's drunk too, I can smell it on his breath.

Where is my alpha?!
Tears stream down my cheeks, and I'm crying for this guy to get his grubby hands out of my pants.

As if on cue, Matt comes downstairs in a pair of golden harem sweats that hang low on his hips.
He sniffs the air and his head snaps in my direction.

Oh God, there goes my will to try to make him jealous.
Matt plows through the crowd of people like a football player, and I see his upper lip hoist up into an animalistic snarl. He wraps one hand around the guy's neck, and Bruce drops me. I scurry away, and Matt throws the guy to the ground with so much force that I felt the floor shake. Matt got on top of him and punched the SHIT out of him. The guy tried to wrestle out of Matt's grip, but he passed out after the fifth blow to the head.

Everyone seemed unfazed.

Matt ran to me and picked me up and ran into the kitchen where people weren't violently mashing into each other like they were in the living room.

Matt tried to sit me on the counter, but I was shaking and I refused to let go of my alpha.

So, he carries me upstairs and sets me down on his bed. He wraps a blanket around me like I'm gonna die or something.

I'm still shaking. But I wasn't shocked or even too traumatized; after all, life was a lot rougher where I used to live. I killed a man for fucks sake.

Matt hugs me.
"Richie... I'm so sorry... what did he do to you??"

"H-He uhh... He just groped me and stuck a finger up my ass. I-I'm fine just... I thought he was gonna rape me... I couldn't move and I-"
I stutter.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Richie..."

"You really thrashed him though. I think he'll stay down."
I smile a little.

"Any time you need me to kill someone, consider it done. I hope he dies."
He grabs a blunt from his desk and lights it, then hands it to me. I take two deep hits, before blowing the smoke into the air.

"His pheromones smelled so disgusting."
I mutter. He lays down, and I curl up on top of him.

"...Pheromones only smell good to your mate."
Matt states. I think for a second.
Maybe his heart hurts too.

"Matt, do you like men?"
I ask, watching him close his eyes and huff out the smoke.

He sighs and shuts his eyes.
"I like you."

I wag my tail and cuddle him.

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