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Alpha Beta Phi is fucking losing.
There’s only one game left of the Annual End Of Summer Bash and Alpha Beta Phi is currently in second place.
The problem was—Alpha Beta Phi didn’t lose. They won. They won at almost everything. And they especially won the Annual End Of Summer Bash games. Every year for the last twelve years, Alpha Beta Phi had taken home the trophy and set it on their mantle for the next three hundred and sixty five days.
It was a right of passage. Every September first, all the members of Alpha Beta Phi would roll up to Delta Zeta, the sorority down the street and show everyone which fraternity would always be number one.
Except, apparently…today.
Because Gamma Theta Kappa had fucking found a loophole.
The day was supposed to be just a bunch of drunken antics. A sort of last ditch effort to hold onto the easiness of summer.
Harry used to eagerly wait for this day. To be surrounded by the sweet scents of all the omegas of the sororities. To get to witness the new meat they’d brought for him to gawk at as they completed their own set of games. To watch as the punch was poured on a newly crowned hottest omega of the year, which would ultimately turn into a game for all the alphas to fight over who would bed them by the end of the semester.
The omega games were the best parts of the day. The topless pillow fights, the competition to see which omega could swallow the most whipped cream in a given moment, the lap-dance contest. It was harmless, sexually charged fun. The kind that always meant Harry ended up getting laid in someone's bed, knotting them, or attempting to, like the winner he would always be.
Now, he had to watch as one of the omega’s from Gamma Theta Kappa, a supposed fraternity, got on his knees and took in a mouthful of whipped cream from a can that was perfectly positioned at an alphas crotch.
“That’s it, baby.” Michael Blackwell, Gamma Theta Kappa’s president, praised the omega on his knees as he took in the tip of the can. “Take it all like a good boy.”
Harry could taste the bitter flavor on his tongue, and he gripped the beer can in his hands a little harder, feeling the aluminum give under his strength.
Raunchy music began to play, and the hoots and hollers of horny alpha’s began to encourage the omega.
“This is fucking cheating.” Harry scoffed to one of his fraternity brothers, Roman. “How is it fair they get to take points from both the fraternity and sorority games?”
Roman shrugged, never once taking his eyes off the male omega. “Says it right in the rules. You have an alpha you can play in the fraternity games, you have an omega you can play in the sorority games.” It was almost as if Harry could predict drool to begin slipping out of the other alphas mouth, as if Roman didn’t give a fuck about the trophy at all and only cared about his eyes getting to feast.
Harry rolled his eyes, forcing them back to the scene.
Louis Tomlinson, one of the two omegas of the Gamma Theta Kappa house, was certainly putting on a show.
He was already wearing a slutty little outfit. A racerback tank-top almost glued to his chest, and teeny little swim trunks that highlighted the curve of his thighs. It was as if he wanted to be the star of the show, to bring attention to the fact he’d been one of the few omegas at their university to get into a fraternity.
It was wrong.
The alphas at Gamma Theta Kappa were using these omega’s naivety for their own sexual pleasures.
Harry wanted to vomit just thinking about it.
Crumpling tin sounded under his grip as the fluffy dessert topping began to spill out of Louis Tomlinson's mouth.
“Swallow, baby, swallow!” An alpha behind him screamed, as if the omega was just a toy.
Something angered him just then, watching as Louis’ blue eyes daringly watched his president, a slow smirk pulling on his lips as he practically drank the white liquid.
The screams of his fraternity sounded and they all rushed in to raise the whorish omega on their shoulders.
Gamma Theta Kappa had never been even in the top ten fraternities of this day. Now, they were beating the long-standing champions by sixteen whole points, only because the omega was playing dirty.
Harry scoffed, watching as Louis began to lick his fingers promiscuously towards the crowd.
Two could play in that game.
A young handsome, skinny little omega, who was playing for Lambda Psi , by his skimpy little t-shirt, walked up to the ice bucket full of whipped cream cans and began to shake it.
Bingo.
The omega began to look around the crowd for an alpha worthy.
The only rules of the omega games that required an alpha participant, were that the omega got to decide which alpha participated with them.
But Harry knew just how to turn on his alpha charm. He puffed out his chest and began to release short but strong wafts of his scent. Then, his eyes began to travel over the stranger, pretending to find him as appetizing as the last act had been.
The omega caught his gaze, and stepped towards him. “Hey there.” He attempted a flirtatious greeting. “Wanna do me the honors of filling me up?”
Harry smirked, grabbing the can in triumph and allowing his hand to rake around the omegas waist.
He wasn’t his type, too young and too thin, but he was exactly what Harry needed.
Pay back.
Needing to get the attention of Gamma Theta Kappa, he allowed his voice to travel as he introduced the omega who was now on his knees. “Looks like we have our next contender!” Harry shouted, pretending to be much more ecstatic than he actually was. “Doesn’t he look so pretty on his knees?!”
The crowd at least seemed to agree, and by the way the chants of GTK had ceased, he knew it was time for the real show to begin.
A few shakes of the can allowed him to prepare, trying to find the right flow. It felt like literal porn he was partaking in, a million eyes watching as he and an omega he didn’t even know were portraying a well-known sex position. Still, he was angry, and he needed him to know it.
He thought of just the right thing to say. A smirk pulled at his lips and he uttered, “always so good for me. Aren’t you, pup?” Before he slipped the tip of the can into the omegas mouth and began to release it into him.
The omega had choked on the overwhelm, barely even making it a quarter of the way through the can. And definitely not beating Louis’ amount.
Which meant, by elimination, Louis had won.
Again.
The announcer made the final claim on the loudspeaker, finalizing Gamma Theta Kappa’s increase of points. But the rage only built within Harry, and he was beginning to wonder if it ever had anything to do with Alpha Beta Phi losing at all.
“Thanks, Alpha.” The stranger on his knees uttered sheepishly as he stood. “Maybe we can do this again sometime?” He asked with a shaky voice. “You know, for real?”
Harry only grunted, searching the crowd for a pair of blue eyes. A full turn had him locked into those sapphire irises, who were glaring at him with such frustration Harry almost felt an inkling of justice.
That was before he heard the all too familiar voice. “Do you have a smidge of decency?” His ex-boyfriend, Brad, was looking at him with daggers in his eyes. “Do you enjoy making a mockery of me?”
The last thing Harry wanted to do was hash out their old relationship in the middle of a bunch of drunken college students with too many cell-phones in their pockets. He didn’t need this somehow ending up on twitter and embarrassing him anymore than his ex-boyfriend already had. Their relationship had ended at a party just like this one. Maybe not as large of this magnitude, but at a sorority party nonetheless.
Now, there was a whole summer’s worth of distance between himself and his ex-boyfriend. But apparently for Brad, the way he was staring into him, the pain was as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.
Great.
“Do you think I’m some kind of joke?” Not getting the answer’s out of Harry, he seemed to pry for more.
“I think you’re being dramatic.” Harry muttered under his breath, trying to find another way to spend his time. “It’s a game.”
“So you admit it, then?” Brad was following him, practically stepping on his feet as he continued to nag in his ear. “We were just a joke? Just the gay alpha and beta pretending they can have some happy ending?”
“Brad!” Harry gritted the name between his teeth, trying his best to keep himself from blowing up. “Enough!”
The beta, still disgusted with Harry’s action, rolled his eyes that were welling up with tears and stomped away.
It wasn’t exactly the best case scenario considering they’d have to share the frat house together for the next year, but it was better than arguing over their hopeless relationship.
“That went well.” Mitch, Harry’s closest friend, called over to him, handing him a red-solo cup filled with a fruity punch.
Without even thinking to ask what was in it, he took a grateful swig, happy to have something distracting his thoughts from everything swirling around him. And the constant one, the fact that he’d misplaced the blue eyed omega, was gnawing at him.
“Bloody pathetic.” Harry said, licking his lips of the pineapple and orange flavor. “He acts like he owns me or something.”
Mitch allowed a soft laugh before muffling his next words into his own cup. “That’s what you get for dating a beta.”
“Oh fuck off.” Harry groaned, amused. “As if you wouldn’t.”
Mitch’s eyebrows rose, happily. “I’m not gay.” He played. “Beta females have the ability to take a knot better than beta males.”
Harry’s eyes squinted in disbelief at his friend. “As if!” He scoffed. “That experience would not be satisfying in the least. It’s exactly what omegas are made for.” Harry proclaimed proudly.
The problem was, there weren’t a lot of omegas out there. As time went on, more betas began to overpower their population. Alphas and omegas were becoming more and more rare. His alpha-status alone had gotten him into Oxford, and it was probably the same as all the other alphas he was fraternity brothers with.
Wherever they were, alphas were known to be leaders and to take charge. Which meant most of them wanted to be involved in Greek Life and to have a say of what happened to the pack of brethren they chose. Apparently though, Harry also wanted to have a say over the other packs, the ones that were letting omegas into their circles, the ones that were probably using those omegas as knot-warmers during their monthly meetings and licking their slick off their communal showers.
He wanted to gag.
Omega’s didn’t belong in fraternity houses. Not living there at least.
Of course, they belonged there as future mates of the brothers, as girlfriends or boyfriends to be loved and cuddled. Even still, Harry would have much rather preferred to slip over to his boyfriends quiet and calm sorority house that smelled of fresh autumnal candles, where the other sorority members were making chocolate chip cookies.
Omega’s belonged in a much calmer world than that of the alphas and betas created.
But just the same as alphas, omegas were being born in fewer numbers. Which meant, omegas were being catered to by admissions offices and boards of the university just the same.
Somehow, Louis Tomlinson and Oliver Wright had slithered their way into Gamma Theta Kappa and decided to ruin Harry’s life right along with it.
Another growl released as the scent of Louis’ honeysuckle wafted through the air.
It was like it was taunting him, reminding him of Louis’ existence, as if the omega wasn’t persistently dancing through Harry’s thoughts with every free second it found.
“That’s what omega’s are for?!” Mitch parroted Harry’s statement with an offended tone. “Says the man who’s literally only slept with beta’s since I’ve known him.”
Harry cleared his throat.
They both knew that wasn’t true.
But it was not a topic either of them would talk about out in the open like this.
Harry took a slow sip of his punch, scanning the area again for any signs of the Gamma Gang, and continued on. “Beta’s can be just as satisfying to sleep with.” He stated honestly.
“You can’t knot them.” Mitch retorted. “How are you even trying to argue with me about this?”
Harry giggled, the vodka finding its way to his bloodstream. “It’s fun to try.” He admitted, acknowledging the fact that there had been plenty of moments he’d attempted to fill up his lays.
“But-“ Mitch waited for the inevitable statement.
“But-“ Harry agreed, complying with Mitch's point. “It’s not the same.”
Mitch tapped their plastic cups together as if to cheers on the moment of Harry’s admittance.
Harry had spent most of his high school years around betas. There were very few alphas or omegas who he’d grown up with. And never any male omegas. Even if that's who he preferred to watch on the x-rated sights while jerking off.
He'd never met a male omega.
Not until he’d gotten to uni.
Then, it was as if his world was turned upside down. It was a total shock, one he had a hard time grappling with. He was used to sleeping with betas, making out with them and befriending them as friends with benefits. But his sexual attraction to omegas had always been intimidating–like they owned his soul in ways that were frightening.
Like he could maybe fall in love with one.
It was all too much.
And he didn’t need the pressure
Freshman year, he’d rushed to get into the fraternity. He was too busy to worry about love and romance. And betas were easier to come by. So, he stuck to the status quo. Even if, come his rut, things would change drastically.
That was neither here nor there though. Ruts only happened once every six months. It was a minuscule part of his life. Even if it had been one of the most traumatic. He’d solved that issue now. There was nothing more to say about it.
“Boys!” Ben Winston, their fraternity president, growled over in their direction. “We gotta lock in! No dilly-dallying!”
Even confused, Harry played along, agreeing to Ben’s point.
“We're down twenty points.” Ben stated, obviously upset by the steam rolling that was happening by the other fraternity. “This means we have to be on our A-games. No fuckery, you hear me?!”
“Sir, yes sir!” Jeff, one of the only betas in Alpha Beta Phi, attempted his best shot at an alpha bark.
It was measly at best.
Jeff Azoff was one of those betas who desperately wished to have a knot. And while his fathers money could get him far in life, it couldn’t buy him one of those.
Harry tried to submerge his second hand embarrassment, focusing on putting his hand in the circle and joining in their chant. “ABP! ABP! ABP!”
“What’s the game plan?” Asked Pauli, the last beta in their frat. Pauli, besides Jeff, wasn’t enrolled in ABP because of his fathers donations and tendency to cater to Ben’s every request. Pauli was an icon at Oxford. An absolute legend. He knew how to spin records as a DJ and could piece together a sloppy but hilarious rap on the fly. He was brilliant and also the life of every party. Knot or not, he belonged in Alpha Beta Phi.
Which was, if Harry was being honest, more than he could say about the other two.
“Well-“ Ben sighed as he shot an annoyed glance over his shoulder towards Gamma Theta Kappa. “We’re going up against those idiots, so I’m not that worried, but I still need us to pull through. Even with this win we’ll still be behind.”
“We’ve got this.” Jeff exclaimed proudly, banging on his chest.
Mitch and Harry shared a fearful gaze, attempting to hide their smirks.
“It’s five vs five.” Ben began spewing his plans. “More than likely it will be the five alphas.”
“Think again.” Pauli laughed, watching as both of GTK’s omegas saddled up to the table.
Harry felt his chest get tight. Without waiting to hear Ben’s directions, he was stepping towards the table, readying himself to stand opposite of the blue eyed omega he’d be able to identify with his eyes closed.
“Harry!” Ben called after him angrily. “That’s not where you’re supposed to be!”
Harry didn’t care.
He knew Ben wanted him second to last because Harry could swallow a whole glass of beer in a single chug. This was how it always went. Roman went first, cause he was the slowest chugged but the faster flipper. Then it was Lloyd, who would slow them down, but not as much as the betas. Followed by Mitch who preferred precision rather than speed. Then Harry—and Ben was always last, so he could take them to victory.
Harry didn’t care.
He and Mitch could switch.
No one else was standing opposite this omega.
Not anymore.
He felt the normal line up of his brothers stand next to him, slicing through the tension between the green and blue eyes staring back at one another.
Harry was angry and frustrated with the omega's actions, but couldn’t really understand why.
He barely knew him.
Their relationship was transactional.
That was it. This feeling was strange and uncomfortable but also, unmovable and permanent.
“This is low even for you, Blackwell.” Ben’s words came out bitter, only provoking the president of GTK even more.
“Says the one who’s losing.” Michael said with an air of confidence that only added to Harry’s anger.
He could see it, the way Michael would use the omegas in his house. The way he’d lay them down and use them to any advantage he saw fit. It was disturbing, and should have been a jailable offense. Using omegas just because he could.
The vodka churned in his gut. If Harry was going to vomit, he wanted it to be right on that alphas feet.
The referee began to explain the way the game worked, as if it wasn’t a fraternity staple. One would flip the cup until it had flipped upside down and then they would take the beer and chug.
The first team to have all five cups turned upside down and who has chugged their beer to completion, won. Any spills or regurgitation, ended in forfeiting the round.
Louis just stared down at his cups as he listened to the rules.
Harry’s gaze bore through him, as if he’d look long enough and the omega would be forced to comply with his desires. To go back to a sorority, the one he belonged in. Not this sleazy excuse for a fucking brothel.
The whistle blew, startling Harry into play mode as he watched Roman and Oli, the other GTK omega battle it out.
To Harry’s surprise, Roman missed his first three attempts. The omega landed it on his second try, laughing at the alpha across from him and beginning his chug.
Harry didn’t think it was possible for him to feel anymore enraged than he already was.
Unfortunately though, the heat in his body was rising.
Luckily, Lloyd was apparently on a good streak today, and caught them up. Which allowed Harry and Louis, within sheer seconds of one another, to begin their attempts at flipping their cups.
“What? Can’t handle all those knots?” Harry asked after Louis’ fourth failure, pausing before bringing the cup to his lips to swallow the beer in a single few gulps.
He wanted to bite his tongue the moment the cup landed perfectly.
The omega flipped his middle finger and said, “What can I say? They feel so good.” He made sure to give Harry a full side profile view as he swallowed the ale in his solo cup, a single spill of its liquid slipping past his mouth.
The recently swallowed beer sat heavy in his stomach.
He couldn’t puke.
He couldn’t fucking puke.
He focused all his attention on watching Mitch, and the fear he had that GTK would end up pulling this one through anyway.
Mitch surprised him, coming out neck and neck with the long haired shirtless alpha that looked like he did more push-ups than assignments. Then, it was all up to Ben and Michael.
The crowd around them had never been louder.
Michael had flipped his cup first, but the moment he’d reached for his beer, his fingers had knocked it over.
They would have won.
But it was an automatic forfeit.
Which meant Alpha Beta Phi was that much closer to their yearly victory.
The five alphas all hugged in faux triumph.
It felt like a cheap win. Especially when Ben gripped Harry’s biceps tightly and gritted under his breath. “You almost fucking lost it for us back there.” He slapped his back hard enough for Harry to know it was meant to hurt. “Stop fraternizing with the enemy. I know he’s pretty but you can fuck him later.”
The causality in his voice perturbed Harry. It was as if everyone saw this omega as bendable and strippable. As if he would always be ready to take whomever's knot wanted to be inside of him.
If he thought his heart was working overtime in heated rage then, he was in for a rude awakening. The ring of the music announcing the “hottest omega of the year” began to scream through the speakers, and he thought he was gonna collapse.
He didn’t need to watch to know who they were awarding it to.
The leftover punch was dumped all over Louis, making him drip in tropical scented vodka, soaking his clothes.
Louis laughed proudly, the alcohol dripping down his skin in a sticky mess.
“Oh, baby you do look delicious!” Luke, another one of the alphas from GTK said, hoisting him up onto his shoulders and dropping Louis into the pool.
Harry saw red.
His fingernails made semi-permanent imprints on his palm as he watched Louis happily chant along with GTK’s anthem as he sat on top of Luke’s shoulders. As if he was happy to be paraded around like a knottable fucking trophy, as if he couldn’t see how tarnishing it was to his reputation.
To add to his already salted wounds, Louis winning hottest omega of the year meant GTK added five points to their score.
Harry didn’t give a fuck about the Summer Bash anymore.
He could care less if this year GTK walked away with the damn stupid piece of plastic and there was an empty spot on the mantle in his frat house. He’d burn it all down, watch it turn to dust. He didn’t fucking care.
Never–in a million years, would Harry allow the hundreds of fraternity alphas watching this very scene to begin thinking about the ways in which they could court him, just so they could wear the invisible badge of honor that read, “I fucked this years hottest omega!”
Harry knew the vile and disgusting lengths an alpha would go just to be able to brag and know and experience fucking someone like Louis.
And it wasn’t going to fucking happen.
Absolutley fucking not.
He’d had enough.
Like an animal stalking their prey, he kept his stare intently on Louis as he slipped out from the pool. His once tight white shirt was now see-through, those perky nipples on perfect display.
If he wasn’t so furious, Harry would be hard. Thankfully, his body couldn’t catch up to his raging emotions. He moved quickly, watching as Louis was wrapped in a towel and praised for simply existing.
The moment the alphas turned their back, he swooped in, grabbing his elbow and pulling him behind the hot-dog food truck, away from prying eyes.
“Let me go.” Louis urged, trying to get away from Harry’s hold.
“Stop this.” Harry insisted, officially done with his shit. “Stop this now.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” Louis spewed, the diamonds in his eyes an ice cold that made Harry shiver even in the summer heat.
“Oh, I don’t?” Harry scoffed, offended, feeling as if he’d been kicked in the stomach.
“No.” Louis said, shoving the towel around his body against Harry’s chest. “You don’t.”
“Since when?” Harry made sure to grab the back of the omega’s shirt to keep him from running.
The honeysuckle scent wafted in the wind, and Harry’s heart skidded along with the breeze.
The omega, apparently dealing with his own irritation, pulled at the bottom of his shirt and ripped it over his head, leaving Harry with the fabric. “Our agreement is strictly for mating cycles. Remember?”
Harry had always known those words would come back to bite him. The one’s he’d said that night everything had changed.
“Louis that’s not-” Harry tried to piece together his thoughts.
“Go fuck yourself.” Louis said, flipping him off again and disappearing back into the crowd.
Harry felt his nostrils flare and his stomach flip in unrelenting anger.
But he couldn’t do a thing about watching the omega go.
So, he watched him walk away and into the arms of the alphas of Gamma Theta Kappa, and cursed Louis Tomlinson for what felt like the millionth time.