That evening, PJ just baked. When he is unhappy or bored, really whenever he could, PJ would bake.

A knock was heard from the door.

With a glance at the door, it was opened. Crescent peaked his head in, waving at PJ.

"Greetings and salutations," Crescent said, smiling.

"Good evening," PJ replied, still cracking some eggs into the batter.

Crescent walked up, looking over the counter, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Making cookies," PJ told him, getting the mixing-machine.

"Cool." 

"I'll just mix it, put the batter in little balls, and I'll just pop it into the oven." PJ turned to Crescent, smiling at his friend.

"Okay, I'll wait!" Crescent sat on one of the stools at the counter.

After a while, PJ was balling some of the dough. Fresh came out of his room, walking over to PJ.

"Hey, Slut," Fresh said, walking from behind him. He looked over the smaller's shoulder, watching him balling up the dough. "What're you doing?"

"That's not my name, Petite Bite," PJ growled, snapping his head at the other. "And it's none of your business!"

"We both know that's a lie. Now apologize." Fresh pulled his hair, forcing him to look at him. He moved up more, grabbing the upper roots of his hair roughly.

"H-hey!" PJ tried struggled. He yelped as his hair was roughly pulled again.

"Slut, sweetie, don't give me a reason to hurt you~" Fresh cooed, holding PJ's hair in his hands. PJ tried punching him, but Fresh simply caught his hand and pulled his hair harder.

"N-no! L-let go!" PJ whimpered, tears pricking his eyes.

Crescent hid slightly, frightened by the aggravation Fresh showed.

"What do you say?" Fresh questioned. He pulled PJ's hair harder.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry!" PJ exclaimed. "P-please let g-go!"

"Who are you sorry to?" Fresh glared at him.

"B-but someone's w-watching..." PJ whispered to him.

"I don't care, Slut." Fresh smirked maliciously, waiting for PJ to call him that name.

"M-Master..." PJ whimpered.

"Good little Slut~" Fresh let go of his hair.

Fresh grabbed his chin, gently kissing his cheek as a reward of sorts. 

"So, what are you making?" Fresh questioned.

"C-cookies..." PJ mumbled, continuing to ball off the dough.

"Have you ever made cum cookies?"

"No."

"We should try it sometime."

"How about no?" PJ snapped his head back at Fresh. His sunglasses read 'TRY AGAIN' which was all the warning PJ needed. He just continued to ball up the dough. "I-I mean, sure, w-whatever you say, M-Master..."

Fresh smirked, kissing PJ's jaw. PJ felt so ashamed that he was so weak. He let Fresh forced him into calling him by this stupid kink. In front of one of his only friends, too!

Fresh, on the other hand, loved it. He loved being the one being listened to. When PJ gives in and calls him his Master in front of other people, it is such an act of loyalty and submission. He loved that power.

"I would 'reward' you right now, but your friend is watching. So when you're done playing house, I'll happily make you feel great~" Fresh whispered to PJ. He blushed brightly but he didn't respond. He just nodded.

He let go of PJ at last and went back to his room, not saying anything to Crescent.

"Did he just—"

"Don't say anything."

"But—"

"Don't."

Crescent kept his mouth shut and PJ eventually finished balling the dough up and put it on his pan. He tossed it into the oven, starting the timer.

"Are you two dating?" Crescent asked.

"Why are you asking?" PJ replied.

"He kissed you and seemed at least a little bit affectionate." Crescent shrugged.

PJ was silent for a moment. "T-there is nothing b-between us..."

"You seem to be."

"We aren't."

"He acted like you're his boyfriend."

"I'm not."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm just a s-slut to him. Something to f-f-fuck w-when he gets h-horny..." PJ's voice was shaky as tears pricked his eyes. "O-once he f-finds s-s-something n-new to f-fuck, he'll go b-back to h-harassing me a-and t-trying to shove m-me into a l-locker..."

"Are you... crying?" Crescent hugged his friend. "Don't cry... it's okay..."

"I-I d-don't want to b-be some s-s-slut!" PJ sobbed, burying his face into Crescent's shoulder.

Crescent hushed him, rubbing his back, "Shh... no, you're not a slut... you're not a slut... its okay..."

PJ didn't know why he cared so much. So many guys have called him a slut before, so it's not like its new to him. But he never cared about those other guys. When it comes to Fresh...

His words hurt and turn him on. It was so weird. He hated and loved them. 

And he cared about what Fresh said so much.

He loved when Fresh wrapped his arms around him. When he breathed on his neck. When he pulled his hair. When he touched him.

When he called him a slut. Because PJ was Fresh's slut.

Crescent pet PJ's hair, causing him to pull away.

"Are you okay?" Crescent asked, surprised by the suddenness of PJ getting away.

"Yes. Just... don't touch my hair, okay?" PJ pulled his hair to the side, petting his long, black hair. He didn't like when people touched his hair before. But now, he only allowed Fresh to touch his hair.

Crescent didn't see this. 'His scalp must hurt from Fresh pulling his hair the way he did...' Crescent thought in sympathy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"It's fine... like I said, just don't touch my hair..." PJ replied, touching his hair.

Crescent nodded. "Do you want to go somewhere?"

PJ shook his head.

"So you want to stay here?"

PJ nodded.

"But what if..." Crescent didn't like the thought of Fresh coming back and hurting, maybe even raping, PJ in front of him again.

PJ pointed at the oven, where the cookies were being baked. "I don't want them to burn..."

"Oh." Crescent blinked. "Wanna watch a movie? One of those shitty, girly ones for our good ole' generation?"

PJ nodded, smiling. "Yeah, that sounds good."

The two of them sat down, turning on the TV, starting a movie. Crescent and Paperjam continued to make snarky remarks at the stupid teen girl who was the main character.

Ding!

"Oh! My cookies are done! Wait here," PJ exclaimed, getting up and going over to the oven. He got the cookies, drooling at how delicious they looked and smelt. 

PJ put the tray on the counter to cool  before feeling someone hug him from behind, strong arms holding him. He almost moaned when he felt them grind on his ass before someone shoved their hand into his mouth.

"We don't want to get caught~" Fresh whispered onto PJ's neck. He panted, blushing as he drooled on Fresh's hand. He began to lick and bite the smaller's neck, adding dark hickeys to the many hickeys on his already dark skinned neck.

Fresh licked and kissed, sometimes gently biting PJ's neck for multiple minutes, PJ's quiet, muffled moans being covered up by the loud movie Crescent was still focused on. Fresh wished Crescent wasn't there. He wished he could just fuck PJ then and there. Maybe even put some 'icing' onto the cookies. Fresh fantasized how it would taste. He fantasized how cute PJ would look as he came. He fantasized how his moans would sound.

Gradient came out of his room as he heard a crappy teen girl drama movie playing. He screamed, seeing Fresh pleasuring PJ. Crescent turned and gasped, seeing Fresh and PJ.

"Get off of him!" Crescent yelled, using his tendril to pull Fresh away by his hood. "Did he hurt you?!" Crescent held Fresh up with the tendril as he hugged his friend comfortingly.

Gradient looked at Fresh with disgust. "Why would you do that?"

"I thought he would like it~" Fresh smirked as he looked at PJ. PJ's eyes widened, quickly looking away. He saw how Fresh's glasses read 'SLUT'.

"You should ask first," Gradient growled at him. He knew Fresh was calling his brother a slut with his glasses.

"He liked it! Tell them! Tell them how much you loved this, you slut!" Fresh snickered. PJ hugged himself, shaking.

"Stop it," Crescent snapped.

"Tell them! You fucking love it when your Master bites and touches you!" Fresh teased. "You're such a slut! You fucking... love... it..."

Everyone shut up as PJ whimpered. He didn't want to cry. He sniffed, standing back up straight as he stopped the tears from running. Still, his body shook and he whimpered.

"Slut..?" Once that word left Fresh's mouth, Crescent used his tendril to throw Fresh to the ground, his body slidding on the floor. His glasses flew off.

"DON'T CALL HIM THAT!!!" Crescent screamed at Fresh angrily.

Everyone was taken aback by Crescent's outburst. Usually, he's calm and collected, but when Fresh kept calling PJ a slut. It made his blood boil.

Fresh tried getting up. He realized his glasses were off, so he shut his eyes tight, making sure no magic fire could come out.

"What's wrong with you?" Crescent snarled. He didn't care if Fresh could kick his ass, he was so annoyed.

"My glasses..." Fresh replied blankly. He felt around the floor, trying to find them.

"Those ridiculous things?! At a time like this?!" Crescent yelled. Fresh growled quietly, feeling around more.

"Here," PJ said softly, crouching and giving Fresh his glasses.

"Don't help him!" Crescent exclaimed.

Fresh opened his eyes, just enough for PJ to see them. "Thank you." He stood back up, putting his glasses on.

They all stood there in an awkward silence. The pink haired jock walked towards the cyan-marked male. Suddenly, Fresh socked Crescent in his face.

"What the fuck?!" PJ screamed, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Bitch!" Fresh snickered.

Fresh continuously punched the smaller in the face as he tried clawing at his attacker. He couldn't even scream.

As he punched him, he threw insults at him, "Freak! Bitch! Whore! Nerd!"

"Stop!" PJ yelled.

"Weirdo! Friendless!" Fresh stopped punching Crescent, standing up, holding him by the collar. "You are a fucking freak! I've seen how you look at your own cousin!"

Crescent gasped, his eyes widening.

"Ha! You even know what I'm talking about! You are a fucking freak who likes his own cousin!" Fresh threw Crescent to the ground, beaten and bruised.

"What the fuck?!" PJ screamed, grabbing Fresh's shoulder.

Fresh turned around, smirking and kissing PJ. Poor Gradient, having nothing to do but to watch Fresh abuse everyone and help them once he's done with fucking with them. Fresh pulled away, pushing PJ slightly.

"See you later, Slut~ I expect a good boy once I come back~" Fresh cooed, patting PJ's cheek before leaving the dorm.

PJ wanted to cry. Instead, he just helped Crescent stand back up and sat him down to start healing him.

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