Read the CW and Note (at the end/drop down) please.
CW
Mentions of Sexual Assault/Rape
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He zoned back in and could feel a naked body pressed against his. He couldn’t focus on a single thing because so much was happening. The thick rose scent still filled his senses. Each breath he took was rose. His skin was burning and sweaty. But he wasn’t shivering from the contrasting temperature. No, he was relishing in it. He was surrounded by an unfamiliar warmth in a place where he’d never felt it before.
Alexandre’s moans filtered in. He became very aware of the body he was wrapped around. They were naked. Alexandre was bent over the edge of the couch. His arms, being held to his sides. By who? It was him. It was Kloh with one arm wrapped around the smaller omega’s waist, the other around his midsection, trapping the arms.
It was like he was watching a movie but somehow still feeling everything. He literally couldn’t stop himself. And for some reason he didn’t want to. Alexandre’s begging voice filled his ears and he could hear the feral noises that he was making. They were having sex. The intense pleasure that filled his body was very clearly telling him so. His body was thrilled. Each stroke threw his pheromones into a chaotic mess. He knew what was happening. But he didn’t understand why. He blacked out again.
When he came the second time, they were on a flat surface. Body drenched in sweat or other bodily fluids. He laid on a soft cloth, the carpet maybe? He felt the weight of Alexandre on top of him, moving consistently. His hands were gripping the omega’s hips. Again he tried to stop himself but couldn’t. He had no control of his body. He could only watch himself in horror as he took advantage of an omega in heat. Because as far as he knew that’s what was happening. But again, he couldn’t comprehend how or why he was acting this way. And before he could think it over, he blacked out again.
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“We spent two days like that. I don’t remember most of it. But there was a shit ton of sex. My body was covered in the aftermath of it. His cook, who came back to start setting up for the party, found us passed out in the living room, nearly to the point of complete dehydration. The pitcher was empty so that’s how I assumed we got through some of it. The whole time I was in this fugue like state. Even after passing out and waking up, I still had no control of my body. It was like I was just a passenger within my own body. Something else had control of me. And I hated it. I hated the lack of control.” Kloh squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath of Dex’s scent to calm the emotions that were building up.
Dex’s eyes stung and he sniffled. He squeezed Kloh’s hands, reassuringly.
“I woke up in the hospital two days later on an IV drip. Lee was there, crying. After I didn’t reply to him that night, he got worried. He came to Alexandre’s house to look for me but said he didn’t hear anything. Lights were off and the door was locked. He assumed that I went to my grandparents house, which I usually did before New Years. So he didn’t think much of it. The cook had found my phone and called him back. That’s how he found out where I was. He felt so bad, even though it wasn’t his fault. I made him promise not to tell anyone.” Kloh let out a breath.
He whispered, squeezing Dex’s hands.
“I thought it was my fault. For several days, I thought I was lost control of myself and raped him. Despite the semantics of everything involved. Despite still thinking I was omega or that he was in heat and could’ve possibly just influenced me. I thought that it was my fault for days. After all it was my pheromones that triggered him. It was me who had sex with him. It was me who didn’t ask for consent.”
“Kloh—”
“He let me believe that for a week before speaking to me again. He called me crying, blaming himself for everything. He didn’t expect his first heat to happen so suddenly. He said he didn’t blame me for anything that happened and that he was glad it was me with him. That he still loved me. At that point it felt like he was more coherent during the whole thing than I was. It turned out that he was the one who kept us hydrated for the two days. I had so many questions like why didn’t I remember as much as he did. Why did I pass out? Why the fuck was it such a big blur for me? But at that point what could I say. It’s not like I could still break up with him after all this. So I just said I love you too and we hung up.”
Kloh took another deep breath. In the next second a deep seated red hot rage built in him as the next scene flashed into his mind. He never dwelled on this before. But now all the emotion that he held back then came forward. He was cold and detached as he spoke.
“I went to visit him once I was discharged. I seemed to have come at a time when the doctor was still in the room so I waited outside. And I heard it. I heard the doctor explaining to him how dangerous it was to use heat inducers and how he could damage his gland permanently if he did it again. I heard him say that of course he knew and that it was just a one time thing. He was careful and took an appropriate amount like they had discussed. I heard him laugh with the doctor. And I thought to myself, impossible. I must be hearing things. And it hit me, there’s no way I would’ve just reacted in such a way. I was an omega. An omega’s reaction to another omega’s heat is too also go into heat not to fuck him. So I walked away and went back to request my records, specifically my toxicology report. The nurse looked absolutely terrified when I asked her. She was hiding something. The other nurses also refused to look at me. She said she’ll put a request for me and all but shooed me away. I had already asked the doctor why I reacted the way I did and he gave him some bullshit answer.”
Kloh let go of Dex’s hands and looked at his own. He laughed abruptly then cursed. Dex stayed silent, allowing Kloh the time to calm down before continuing. Kloh leaned back in the chair letting his head fall back. He looked up at the ceiling, bringing his hands up to cover the light.
“Feraine. That’s what they found in my system. It isn’t written in my official records though. Some nurse took pity on me and told me after I threw a fit when I didn’t see anything on the toxicology report. I googled it. Apparently it is an experimental drug for alpha’s who can’t properly enter their rut. It reverts the brain into a feral state and allows the rut to happen despite the pheromone or hormone imbalance. I still don’t know how he got a hold of it.”
Kloh paused. All the anger accumulated in his chest and his hands curled into fists. His pheromones wanted to burst forward but he held himself back. He swallowed heavily.
“I confronted him.”
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“I thought I raped you! You let me think I raped you!” Kloh yelled as he pushed Alexandre off of him.
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The doctor that came to inquire about the noise stopped in the doorway. Kloh’s burning rage grew as he remembered the overheard conversation.
“You took heat inducers. I heard you talking about it in such a carefree way. You were laughing about it. Do you think it’s funny to use your pheromones to compel someone into fucking you? It’s a fucking crime for a reason!” Kloh spat out.
“Kloh please! I—”
“How did you do it? How did you drug me? Was it the lemonade? No, it couldn’t be because that shit would’ve fucked you over. Couldn’t take that with the heat inducer in your system.” Kloh talked it through, “It was the glass, wasn’t it? Feraine exists in a liquid state. What did you do? Did you coat the glass in it? Or maybe you had already poured it in the glass while I was putting my coat away? Is that it?”
Alexandre was crying profusely. His face was red and flushed as he mumbled out denials. The doctor stood in the doorway stunned. Kloh met his eyes and he looked away. Kloh let out a cold laugh.
“And you helped him cover it up. You and everyone here weren’t going to tell me what the fuck happened to me. How much did his parents pay you? Let me guess, just enough for you to ignore your Hippocratic oath and duty to your patients.” He laughed again as the doctor panicked.
“Don’t worry your job is safe, it’s not like I can prove it. You and your people made sure of that.”
“Kloh please listen to me!” Alexandre had made his way to Kloh while he was berating the doctor.
The omega wrapped his whole body around Kloh, clutching onto him tightly. Kloh tried to peel him off, but Alexandre held him tightly.
“YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE ME!” Alexandre screamed as he held onto Kloh for dear life.
“THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE TO DRUG ME! YOU RAPED ME ALEXANDRE! YOU FUCKING PLANNED IT! I’M THE VICTIM HERE! NOT YOU! ME!” Kloh screamed back and yanked Alexandre’s hair using it as a handle to throw Alexandre away from him.
Alexandre screamed in pain as he instinctively reached up. Kloh took the chance to throw him away. Alexandre fell towards the broken vase. His hand landed in a broken piece of glass and cut his palm open. He sat on the ground, crying loudly, bloody palm against his chest as he looked up at Kloh.
He saw the hate in Kloh’s eyes. The same look that he went through painstaking lengths to avoid. Kloh inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. His chest felt tight. He couldn’t believe this. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He had hoped, some small part of him had prayed, that Alexandre would deny it. That he would be as blissfully unaware of everything as Kloh was. Even if he had taken the inducers, he prayed that him being drugged was just an unfortunate coincidence. But it wasn’t. The reality of it was that as he was standing at the front door, trying to figure out how to knock on the door, he was being set up.
Alexandre was carefully injecting the heat inducer into his glands. He was carefully coating the inside of a glass with Feraine and putting some into his pocket for later use. He knowingly filled said cup and placed it for Kloh to drink. He planned for the two of them to have sex whether or not Kloh wanted to do it. And why? Because they were breaking up? That’s what Kloh couldn’t understand.
“Why?” Kloh whsipered.
Alexandre continued to sob. Kloh clenched his hands into a fist. He punched the food tray holder.
“Fucking answer me! Why, Alexandre?!” Kloh raised his voice.
“I didn’t want to break up. You were leaving me like everyone else. You were different! We were meant to be together! But in the end you still wanted to leave. AND I WAS SICK OF IT! I WASN’T GOING TO LET IT HAPPEN!” Alexandre snapped at him.
“Fuck you! You don’t get to decide that for me!”
“What the hell is going on here?!”
They both turned to see Jasmine Commodore, Alexandre’s alpha mother standing in the doorway. She stepped past the still stunned doctor and came in. Her eyes darted around the room before briefly resting her eyes on Kloh. She was a bit caught off guard, a look of familiarity flitting across her face before going back to the strict look. Then finally she looked at her crying son and sighed.
“Lexie! My poor baby! What happened?” Another louder, higher pitched voice filled the room and a small omega woman dashed past Jasmine towards Alexandre.
It was Layla Commodore, Alexandre’s omega mother, who stopped by him and started to speak to him in French. Alexandre cried back in French. Her eyes then fell onto Kloh, again another flicker of familiarity flashed over her face. Then she turned to the doctor and yelled at him to check Alexandre’s hand. Kloh rolled his eyes as Layla fussed over her son. He turned to leave but was caught. He yanked his hand away and saw it was Jasmine.
“Don’t touch me.” Kloh glared at her.
“Okay sorry.” She held her hands up.
“Kloh, please don’t go.” Alexandre called out to him.
Kloh turned to glare at him. The doctor was cleaning and bandaging his hand. Layla was holding him, stopping him from moving and running to Kloh.
“Listen, I don’t know what happened between you two. But I’m sure you guys can work it out.” Jasmine amicably said and smiled at him.
“Yes! Lexie has told me how much you two love each other. Don’t let this incident break you up.” Layla chipped in, her voice heavily accented from speaking French earlier.
“Your son is a rapist.” Kloh deadpanned.
“Wha-?!” “Bullshit! How dare you?!” Their responses came at once but Kloh ignored them.
Instead he looked at Alexandre who stared at him with those big beautiful eyes that he once loved to stare into.
“And I don’t consort with rapists. Especially not my own. Stay away from me Alexandre. I may not be available to prove it but doesn’t mean I will forget it. I never wanted to hate you. But I guess that’s where we are now. If you ever did love me, don’t appear in front of me again. Please.” With that Kloh turned and left.
Behind he heard Alexandre wail loudly. A minuscule part of was heartbroken by the sound but not enough to break his resolve. He walked past the nurses, each one unable to meet his eye. He momentarily caught the eye of the nurse who told him the truth and committed her name to memory. She let out a breath and nodded in his direction. Thankfully no one had the guts to look at him. He didn’t want her to lose her job for saying anything.
He walked out without looking back.
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“He didn’t come back when school started the next week. Apparently his parents moved and he transferred to a school closer to their new house. And I decided to forget everything. I buried it in the furthest part of my brain. Until I met you.” Kloh unclenched his hands and breathed out the built up tension.
He rubbed his face.
“I wanted to tell you everything before we had sex. That’s why I gave you the incentive to ask anything you wanted. I wanted to tell you but was also scared to tell you. I thought, what would you think of me? Would you think I lack control? Would you think that I’m less of a man? Even though I wasn’t the one to getting fucked I was still the one taken advantage off. Didn’t that damage my masculinity? How could I protect you when I couldn’t even protect myself? I wanted you to know so you could decide whether you wanted to be with someone with a past like my own. It’s unfair to—”
“I’m so sorry.” Dex’s soft cry broke through his tirade.
Kloh sat up, removing his hands from his face. Tears ran down Dex’s face. Kloh reached out again, then hesitated before touching him. Dex noticed and moved forward putting his face against Kloh’s hand. Kloh smiled and wiped away his tears.
“Why are you crying? Don’t be sad.” Kloh murmured tenderly.
“I’m not sad. I’m upset and frankly pissed the fuck off at that asshole.” Dex cursed and sniffled as more tears flowed.
Kloh chuckled and continued to wipe away his tears. Dex took a shaky breath and tried to hold back his tears.
“I’m so sorry Kloh.” Dex cried again.
“What are you apologizing for? You have nothing to be sorry for. He technically didn’t lie to you. He was my first time, although it wasn’t a willing or sober first. And that mark could very well be mine. Who knows? It’s something he would definitely hide from me.”
“Still. I should’ve trusted you. I can’t believe he did that to you and still has the audacity to act the way he does. Fuck him. I should make Beau kick his ass. Better yet I’ll do it myself.”
Kloh laughed. “Okay fighter, calm down. It’s fine. I’ve moved on. It took some therapy and lots of quiet nights in my grandparents room but I got there. I know I’m not at fault. I know that I had no control from the moment I walked into the house that night. I’m just glad I realized as soon as I did and didn’t get trapped in that relationship out of guilt.”
Dex sniffled some more. But for some reason he couldn’t stop crying. Kloh laughed and moved over to the bed to properly hug Dex. He laid down and curled into Kloh’s arms the way he wanted to. Kloh held him as he cried for himself and Kloh. Kloh held him through it, smiling as Dex cursed at Alexandre in many different ways. He once again offered to beat him up but Kloh declined with a laugh, saying that he didn’t want Dex to stoop down to his level.
By the time Dex had finished crying, it was the middle of the night. Both of them were tired. Dex sat up a bit embarrassed at his slightly swollen eyes. Kloh just smiled and pressed a kiss to both of the swollen eyelids.
“Thank you.” Kloh whispered.
“For what?”
“Listening. Not hating me. Not judging me.”
“No, thank you for telling me. For trusting me. I would never think less of you, especially not in this situation. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”
“It’s fine really.”
“I know it’s too late to ask this. But is there anything I can do for you?”
Kloh smiled. “How about a hug?”
Kloh held out his arms. Dex nodded seriously which Kloh found irresistibly cute. He moved over and wrapped himself around Kloh. Kloh held him close and let out a shaky breath. It felt like a burden was unloaded from his shoulders. He felt lighter. He pressed his face against Dex’s shoulder. Dex felt the wetness against his neck but didn’t comment on it. He held Kloh as he released the tears he had been holding back all this time.
Tears for his first love. Tears for his first betrayal. Tears for his first heartbreak. Tears for those nights where he would randomly remember something from those two days and wake up hard and sweating, and completely disgusted with himself. Tears for the several times where he flinched away from his friends or refused to drink anything someone gave him that wasn’t unopened. Tears for his innocence that he didn’t get a chance to gift to someone special. Tears for Alexandre, who despite everything he didn’t completely hate.
And finally tears for himself for going through it alone.
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Note
I wrote the scene this way to show that SA/Rape can occur in many ways. It’s not always necessarily the person being penetrated that has to be considered the victim. And just because its not the conventional kind of victim doesn’t make them any less of a victim. Rape is rape is rape. Sexual Assault is sexual assault is sexual assulat. Absusers/Rapists unfortunately come in many shapes and size. Don’t let anyone belittle anything you experienced and tell you otherwise. My love and respect to any and all survivors. You are brave and loved.
Author’s Note
Man. That was a lot to write. I hope I wrote it well.
Enjoy. Enjoy. Enjoy.
Woooow, you wrote it well… Trying not to cry about whole situation… Thanks for the storytelling, it sounds so real…. OMG…
I have a secret even my family didn’t know and I know I’ll never have the guts to tell them
I’m 16 female and I was sexually assaulted back when I was around 8 or 9 don’t really remember, by an old man from our village
At that time I really didn’t know what was happening but I still remember clearly. He would take off my panty and did that, after he’s finished he’ll give me a candy, at that time I didn’t know what it was as I live in a quietly remote village and nobody teaches us shit as it’s considered taboo here in the philippines. It it happened I dunno about 8-10 times, it ends back when his wife caught him giving me candy after he did that, I was dressed and we were the only one in the house, I think she knew.
His wife shooed me out and and shout at me to never approach his husband ever again and to stay away from him.
I fucking didn’t understand it back then but I still remember every detail of it. I found out that it was sexual assault back in 2018 when we moved places I was in 2nd year middle school and our topic come across rape,drugs,teenage pregnancy and sexual assault
I still remember how confused and disgusted I was when I found out what really happened to me. I cried and kept quite I told myself ” I can’t tell this to my mama or my sister or anyone” for knowing them they’ll probably either blame me for it or get angry then ignore it.
What happened to me affect me in some ways I’m scared to meet new pr old people especially the opposite gender, I hate being alone with someone even if it was with a girl like me. I’m scared of seeing an older man approach me.
And I hate it cause I didn’t know shit when that happened to me, I hated the younger me who was so foolish as to enter a stranger’s house just for a candy. I hated myself for keeping it as a secret and I hate myself for feeling disgusted with my own body even though I know I’m not at fault.
I was a fucking child who knows no shit.
We went back home to our village just last year and even though that was my wish for I was feeling homesick q part of me regret it.
I still remember how I stopped and stares at the house who haunted me and just stood there as all my fucking memories that I tried to forget suddenly popped out. And fuck did it hurt, I looked away and continued walking not really knowing where I’ll go cause all I got in my head were those traumatising scenes. I dunno how I ended up near the sea but I did and by the time I know it, my palms hurted due to my nails piercing my skin, I was trembling and tears kept falling.
I didn’t know what happened and how I reacted that way cause to be honest I forgot .
The old man who assaulted was long dead but I still can’t look at their house nor his wife, cause every time I do that I feel disgusted.
I’ll never recover even if I did it’ll still haunt me the only thing I wished was that such topics shouldn’t be considered a taboo cause it’ll save a fucking life.
I’m now 16 depressed as hell but is trying to overcome it , but suicidal thoughts really do test my patience in living.
Maybe in the future I’ll overcome this but fuck it
It really fucking hurt. I usually avoided reading this kind of part of the story as it reminds me of this shit but I can’t keep ignoring it cause whether I like it or not what happened it happened, I just need to suck it up, Smile and pretend everything is alright.
BTW I’m obsessed with this story. I love it and thank you for creating it.
If your family will not be supportive then it doesn’t do any good to tell them. But, you are young enough to find a way to stop it from ruining your entire life. I didn’t know my “experiences” were the cause of my bad decisions until it was too late. I am just lucky that drugs or alcohol didn’t appeal to me, so I have health issues from poverty and stress, but not addictions. Please save yourself and live a good life.
Love it ❤
My other comment will never get approve 😄
So, i specifically login just to leave the comment. Like, I REALLY GOT ANGRY WITH THAT ALEXANDRE BITCH. THE AUDACITY TO SAY TO KLOH IS HIS WHILE HE IS THE ONE WHO FUCKIN RAPE HIM? whether the mark is Kloh’s or not, i just hope that he got what he deserves later.
Well then that aside, I’m your new reader dear author. I just started this story yesterday and you really brought me to a whole ride. You really make a great story. I love it. Thank you so much for making this story!
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
My heart hurts. Kloh, you wonderful character! I’m gonna need a peaceful, easy peasy life for him and Dex from now on. 🤧🤧
Thank you for the chapter!
The last part really hurts. My heart hurts for Kloh.
So so thankful for that nurse!
Thanks for the chapter
Dex is being so supportive, I wish Kloh had told him (or the Little O’s) sooner. After what his mother and doctor did, he really needs someone he can trust!
Gracias por la reflexión autora y las personas que dieron su experiencia que nos ayudan a reflexionar más sobre lo que pasa en estas opcaciones, apoyo a los que estuvieron en una situación similar, Dios les bendiga y los guarde
I’m crying so hard right now