Requested by: Mari1010102

"All he ever did was use you. Why can't you see that?" (I'm gonna change 'did' to 'does' because I feel like changing past tense to present tense will be more angsty)

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Warning: Mentions of sexual shit boi~ Also mentions of domestic violence... So yeet.

This is bad I'm sorry.

Hercules P.O.V.

I looked over as my exhausted roommate stepped into our shared dorm, kicking his shoes off and flopping on the couch next to me tiredly.

"James again?" He nodded, his head falling onto my shoulder and his eyes sliding closed.

Laf's boyfriend, James Reynolds, was a complete jerk. He only used Laf for sex and money. They had hardly ever had a romantic outing and all they really did was fight and fuck. Laf loved him with all his heart, but Reynolds gave him no love in return; he treated it as though Laf was just a sex toy or something.

I reached my hand around his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his soft poofy hair, carefully pulling out the black holder that kept the thick strands in their ponytail. I heard a soft, content sigh come from my dorm mate, urging me to continue moving my callused fingers through his silky hair.

"I'm sorry, Laffy. What'd he do this time?" Laf moved his head from my shoulder, resting his chin on it instead.

"I had to fucking walk home after a few rounds..." I sighed, automatically knowing what he meant by 'a few rounds'. I gently kissed the top of my dorm mates head, a sign of affection I used often, although he never thought much about it.

"That bad, huh?" He nodded.

"He could've at least walked with me... He wouldn't even let me sleep there. You know how far away his house is from here." It was true. While most collage students stayed on the dorms, Reynolds had a fairly large two story house a couple miles from the university. Since I had driven Laf over to his boyfriend's house, he would have to walk back.

"You could've called. I would've come over and picked you up." Laf shrugged tiredly.

"I didn't wanna bother you. I didn't know what you were up to." I chuckled softly. I probably shouldn't admit that I had been moaning his name while I took care of myself.

"Still nothing. I don't have schoolwork and I don't have anything else to do. I had time." He smiled softly.

"Well, I'll remember that. At least I know I can count on you." I smiled, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

"Always." He smiled, laying his head back on my shoulder.

"You're the best friend ever." The words stung my heart, knowing I was only his friend. I wanted to be so much more. Hell, even just fuck buddies would be fine with me as long as it was something more intimate that what I had now. I knew I could treat him so much better than Reynolds did now.

I pulled my thoughts to the back of my mind, enjoying the moment we were in now. His hair smelled like strawberries, his tan skin glimmering in the soft light that came from the lamp next to the couch, his clothes fitting him perfectly, each of his delicious curves being shown off perfectly.

I wondered what it'd be like to have him underneath me, his hands pinned down and his mouth slacked in a moan as I pounded into him. I wondered what it'd be like to have him on top of me, body glistening with sweat, hair tangled in my hand as he bounced up and down, riding me with a sort of skill. I wondered what it's be like to have him under my desk, sucking me off as I worked on my tailoring, his lips red and swollen and hair pulled to the side as he held my dick in his mouth, looking up at me through his lashes-

I pulled my mind from these thoughts, trying hard to keep from springing a boner and staying away from a really awkward situation.

"You alright, mon ami?" Laf asked and I nodded, my eyes wandering down, stopping at the sloppily placed bruises on his neck.

Laf's neck was littered with hickies, some old and some fresh, some rather large and others barely noticeable, most coloured red, the others an unattractive greenish-purplish colour. Some brandished teeth marks, others were simply mouth shaped from someone sucking harshly on them.

I wondered once again what it'd be like to be the one to add them on before quickly shifting the thought back. I'd deal with these thoughts later.

I moved my hand from his hair to his neck, brushing the pad of my thumb over a few bruises. He gave a slight wince on one, although it might've just been nothing.

I sighed, kissing his head once again. 

"More of Reynolds?" He nodded.

"Of course. They don't bother me though. They just show that I'm his. Only his." I grimaced, although he couldn't see it. My heart sank further than it already was.

"Can I say something honest, Laf?" Laf's dark eyebrows furrowed together and he moved back from me, looking at me with a confused look.

"You can always be honest with me, mon ami." I nodded, looking at the wall, then at him.

"You need to break up with James." Laf's face went through multiple emotions; from confused to anger, flickering through many more inbetween.

"What?! What do you say that?!" I bit my lip, not wanting Laf to be upset with me, but I had to do something.

"Because... Because he's not right for you..." I reached my hand out, gently touching his face before he pulled away.

"He's perfect for me! I love him!" I scoffed as he stood up, running a hand through his hair.

"Maybe so, but he doesn't love you!" Laf stared at me in disbelief.

"You're just jealous because I'm his and not yours!" I shook my head. It was true, I was jealous, but I wouldn't tell my friend to break up with his boyfriend because of that.

"No, Laf. He doesn't love you. All he ever does is use you! Why can't you see that?" Laf shook his head, grabbing his coat.

"I'm going to his house." I grabbed his arm, an action that caused him to wince.

"No, Laf... He's hurting you. All he ever does is use you for sex and money. You deserve better. I'm not saying this because I want you to be mine, I'm saying it because he's hurting you and I don't want you to get hurt..."

Laf looked down, rubbing his arm.

"Y-yeah... I... I guess you're right..." I nodded.

"Yeah. Please, Laf. I don't know what all goes on while you're over there, but I know for a fact that you are always complaining about him when you get back home. You deserve so much better than that scum." Laf let out a soft sob, walking over to me and collapsing into my chest.

"I loved him! And he used me and hit me and threw me out..!" I furrowed my brow. Hit him? What?

"What about hitting you..?" He looked up at me with wide eyes before shaking his head, wiping tears away.

"I... It's... Nothing... He... No..." I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to my chest.

"He hit you?" Laf's eyes fluttered, looking down and nodding silently.

"Oh, Laffy... Why didn't you tell me?" He shook his head.

"It wasn't important..." I shook my head, kissing his nose.

"Of course it's important. You are important." I pulled him closer, speaking softly, "So, very important."

A light blush slid into Laf's face, adorning his features perfectly.

"Hercules?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." I nuzzled Laf's hair, my hands moving up his back.

"Anything for you, Laffy." He smiled, looking up into my eyes. I stared back, watching his dark chocolate eyes carefully. It took me a while to realize his face was getting closer, his lips slowly reaching for mine.

I took a sharp breath, my eyes widening when I realized what was happening. I watched Laf's eyes flutter shut, my own wandering down to his lips as they grew closer to my face. His nose touched mine, and suddenly, all the panic that built up inside of me left quickly.

I tilted my head, closing the short distance between us, our lips intertwining in a passionate kiss. I closed my eyes, one hand moving up, holding Laf's neck still, the other firmly but gently holding his waist to keep him close. I felt his arms wrap around my neck and I smiled into the kiss, my hand moving behind his head.

Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces, moving in sync with one another. I couldn't help but marvel at his cherry tasting lips as I swiped my tongue across the bottom one.

Laf's mouth opened ever so slightly, giving me the chance to slide my tongue into his mouth. I reveled in the minty flavour that was brought on at the movement, Laf's tongue meeting mine and giving a fight for dominance. Our tongues danced in the struggle, and I soon found myself victorious, my tongue moving to explore ever inch of his mouth.

After a few more heated moments, Laf pulled away, panting from lack of oxygen, still making an effort to pull me into the couch. I smiled at his actions, picking him up by the hips, setting him down on my lap.

His forehead laid on mine, his lips connecting with mine once again, his hands clutching my face and neck desperately as he continued to kiss me.

I smiled, pulling away to look at him. His eyes sparkled for the first time in what seemed to be forever as he held my face, a smile on his face.

"This feels a lot more... Right." I like this." He smiled out, causing me to smile wider.

"I'm glad..." We grew quiet for a moment, a comfortable happy silence settling between us.

"So, does this mean that... That you like me?" Laf smiled, nodding.

"I've always loved you, Hercules...  I was just with Reynolds and... And I loved him more... But it's not that way anymore. I see now..." I smiled softly, nuzzling him.

Suddenly, the door swung open. I didn't have any time to react when I heard Laf gasp, practically flinging himself off of me. My head turned to look at who it was, and, what do ya know, good times don't stay good.

In the doorway stood a coloured man in an orange hat that was all too familiar to me.

"Well, well, well. Whatdya know? Sleeping with the roommate, slut?" I quickly stood, walking over to Laf and holding him close.

"Go ahead, Laffy. Tell him." My voice was a soft whimper as I spoke, kissing Laf's ear after the words came out.

"Well, now. It almost seems as though you're his." Reynolds glared at me, "Come on, Laffy. Quit whoring around and let's go home." Laf shook his head, standing his ground.

"No." Reynolds raised an eyebrow.

"Was that a choice, bitch?"

"Non. But I'm done with you using me. So while it may not have been a choice, I'm making it a choice." Laf stepped closer, shoving the bigger man out the door, "We're done, Reynolds." Suddenly, the sound of the door slamming shut rang through, followed by the softer sound of Laf locking every lock on the door, looking at me panickedly.

I held my arms out, smiling when Laf ran over, falling back into my arms.

"You did wonderfully, baby... And just so you know, you're not a slut, or a whore, or a bitch. You're just beautiful." Laf smiled up at me, tears trailing down his cheeks. I furrowed my brow, wiping his cheeks.

"What's wrong, Laffy?" He shook his head.

"It's just... Even though he used me and... And everything... I really did love him..." I pursed my lips, nodding.

"I understand, baby... And I'm sorry for it. Maybe... I could help you forget~?" A smirk spread onto Laf's face.

"Sounds good to me~" I smiled kissing him deeply once more, picking him up and walking to the bedroom.

I know I can treat you better~

Word count: 2050

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Yeah I know. You guys are prolly gon' want a smutty sequel. I guess comment if you do and if there's a lot of people commenting I'll make one.

Song: Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes

So, yeah. That's it folks. Hope you enjoyed this one and see you guys later. Stay cool my little chicklets. Peace out!