Chase thought he was hearing things.

At first, it had been a normal day for him, walking around the Lookout, wanting someone to play with (preferably Marshall), when he heard noises coming from Zuma's hovercraft. It sounded like the Chocolate Labrador was upset, hence the crying sound, so Chase, being the responsible pup that he is, decided to check up on him to see what was wrong.

At first, Zuma didn't want to tell him, and while Chase wasn't exactly sure why then, he did now. Zuma had wanted to protect him from the information that he has.

"C-Chase...Mawshall and Wocky...they...they...they awe togethew!" The Lab cried out, sobbing and sounded heartbroken. It was like time had stand still for Chase, mind in a daze as he gathered what Zuma had just said. The first thing that happened was denial - a very strong case of denial. He didn't want to believe Marshall had decided to mate with Rocky, of all the pups he could've chosen. He wanted to tell Zuma that there was no way they are together, mostly because Marshall has feelings for Chase and Rocky has feelings for Zuma.

But, after a minute or two, Chase started to put the pieces together.

Both Marshall and Rocky were always so tired in the morning, looking ruffled as if they didn't get a goodnight sleep. Then, there was the secret smiles that they thought nobody knew, and how often either of the two pups would visit each other more often. Chase didn't miss the way Marshall would giggle whenever Rocky wanted to say something to him, whispering in his ear, and a sense of dread, disbelief, and anger rose in Chase's stomach.

Then, his common sense came into play. Zuma didn't have a reason to lie about Rocky and Marshall being together, as far as the German Shepherd knew, Zuma loved Rocky. He'll gain nothing from lying about Marshall and Rocky being together, other than a pissed off German Shepherd. On top of that, Zuma looked just as heartbroken and upset as Chase felt, if not more so.

Feeling his temper starting to rise, Chase quickly got out of Zuma's pup house, wanting a fresh bit of air. He didn't want to believe it, but he needed to know for himself. He needed to know that he'd waited too long, and Marshall had moved on from him to Rocky.

As Chase ran to his pup house to get his spy gear, there was an ache in his chest.


Marshall yawned, stretching out his limbs. So far, all seems pretty quiet. He had suspected the pups were out playing, but that didn't seem to be the case. Eh, guess I should go visit Rocky. He thought, getting up and making his way over to the pup's pup house. Before he could, however, he'd accidentally bumped into Chase, in his spy gear.

"Whoops! Sorry Chase!" Marshall said, grinning sheepishly. It took Chase a moment before a brief smile went across his face.

"It's alright, Marshall."

"Hey, why are you in your Spy gear? A mission, perhaps?" Which is weird, since Ryder didn't call them to the lookout. Chase shook his head.

"No...just...playing, I guess." Hearing the seldom tone in his voice, Marshall raised an eyebrow. Normally, Marshall would joke about how Chase was too serious and he needed to lighten up - this time, however, the Dalmatian thought that the joke wouldn't work, simply because Chase really was serious and a serious Chase was no laughing matter.

"Hey, what's wrong? You can tell me." He said, but Chase shook his head.

"I'm fine," He's not. "Just...go whatever it is you need to do. I'm going to go play."

Marshall stared at him.

"If you say so..." He said, walking around the German Shepherd and made his way over to Rocky's pup house. Little did he know, Marshall had just confirmed that Zuma wasn't a liar, and Chase began to heave heavily.

I can smell him, Chase thought, blinking back the tears. I can smell Rocky all over him. There's no way...but...how...why...

"GODDAMN IT!"


Rocky woke up to the nudging he'd felt and looked up to see Marshall staring at him, with a sad smile on his face.

"Hey Marshall, what's up?" He asked.

"I'm bored, and I thought that you maybe wanted to play." Marshall said, grinning. Rocky rolled his eyes.

"If you couldn't tell, Marshall, I was sleeping. Maybe next time." The mix-breed said, which caused Marshall to groan, rolling his eyes.

"You're always sleeping these days..."

"Yeah, no thanks to you and our nightly activities." Rocky responded, and Marshall smirked, nuzzling Rocky on top of his head.

"You enjoyed it." He said. There was silence after that comment, with Rocky forcefully awake and staring outside his house, and Marshall staying next to him, petting him softly. Rocky closed his eyes, humming in the back of his throat. For a moment, there was nothing but pure bliss from the two, enjoying each other's company. That's when their pups tags lighted up.

"PAW Patrol, to the Lookout!"

"Ryder needs us!" They both said and looked at each other.

"Same place at the same time if either Chase and Skye or Zuma and Skye?" Marshall asked. Rocky nodded and with that, they both ran towards the lookout tower, not knowing that their conversation has been heard by a simple spy drone.

Chase was stunned.


Marshall groaned as his back hit the ground, titling his head as Rocky licked his neck up and down.

"You taste so good," Rocky moaned, fighting the urge to bite down as his paws roam freely all over Marshall's body. The Dalmatian blushed, wrapping his legs around Rocky's mid-body, bringing him closer as the mix-breed rocked into him.

"You feel so good." Marshall moaned back, as Rocky growled and nib at the skin of his neck, enjoying the sensation. The mix breed let go of the skin and began working his way down, kissing Marshall's chest, as his paw grabbed the base of Marshall's tail. This caused the Dalmatian to gasp sharply, and then moan wantonly when Rocky began to stroke it. "The most sensitive part on any dog's body."

Rocky smirked.

"No, just yours." He snickered as Marshall glared at him. Before he could protest however, a string of moans spilled from his lips as Rocky began to lick his exposed member, while stroking his tail simultaneously, and Marshall was getting was getting those electric vibes. The Dalmatian began to pant, feeling the urge to roll over as he squirmed in Rocky's hands.

"Rocky..."

"Shhh, just lay back and enjoy this." He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. If my heart wasn't already taken, Rocky would have been my next choice. Marshall thought, moaning as Rocky's paw slipped passed his tail, and began poking at his entrance.

"Oh god, please..." Marshall begged. With one last kiss, Rocky moved away, giving Marshall enough room to roll onto his stomach and once again, lifted his bottom up in the air.

Watching this from above and out of sight, was Chase. The poor German Shepherd looked heartbroken, mind and body going numb as he watch Rocky take away his mate, watched as the mix-breed mount him, and steal the one thing Marshall had promised he would give only to him.

At least, that's what his mind said.

The hurt, the anger, and the betrayal was all too much for him to take and Chase slowly backed away, not wanting to see it anymore, to see the image that would only hurt his heart, at the end.

But had he stayed a little longer, he probably would've heard the soft whisper of "Chase..." instead of Rocky.


Something was wrong, Marshall concluded, walking into the Lookout. While Skye still made her dumb jokes and everyone laughing about it, it was the look on Chase's face that froze the Dalmatian in his spot.

There was hate in his eyes, but Marshall was pretty sure it wasn't at him. Or at least, he'd hoped it wasn't.

Then, there was the look on Zuma's face as well. The poor pup looked haunted, as he stared at him for the very first time and when Rocky came into for breakfast, Zuma bailed, leaving a trail of tears in his wake.

"What's wrong with him?" Rocky asked, concern. The others shrugged their shoulders as Chase spoke.

"I don't think that's any of your business to know." He growled, and everyone paused, taking that in. Now that Rocky know he wasn't hearing things, the mix breed frowned, eyebrows slowly sinking.

"Of course it's my business. He's my friend." At that, Chase let out a hallow laugh.

"If only you knew..."

"Chase.." Marshall started, but Chase quickly shut him down.

"Don't speak to me. I'm not your buddy anymore." He snarled, getting up and walking away, leaving a hurt Dalmatian behind.

"What just happen?" Skye asked, but neither of the pups could answer.


For the rest of the day, there was tension in the air between Zuma and Rocky, and Chase and Marshall. The Dalmatian and mix-breed didn't know what was wrong, or why the other two were lashing out at them. Well, Chase was the one lashing out, Zuma kept to himself these days, but the point was, it's starting to hurt.

"I don't know what's wrong, Rocky." Marshall said, pacing around. "Chase won't talk to me."

"Same with Zuma. You don't think...?"

"What, that they know about us? I...I don't think," Marshall whimpered, placing his paws over his face. "And if they do, they can't be mad. Chase has Skye and Zuma has Shelda or whatever her name is. Why would they be mad if we...?"

"I don't know..." Rocky said, looking at the ground, with tears in his eyes. "It just hurts."

Marshall moved closer to him and kissed him gently on the lips. "It'll be okay, promise."

But will it?


"Chase, Chase, wait! Please come back!" Marshall whimpered as he ran after the German Shepherd, who was surprisingly fast even when just walking. "Chase, please! I'm sorry! I'll be a good dog, I promise!"

"It's too fucking late, Marshall! Damn it, I should've known Skye was the better choice for me! At least she doesn't spread her legs like the whore you are!" Chase growled, glaring at the Dalmatian. Tears started to gather in his eyes.

"B-but, it doesn't mean anything! It was always you Chase! You have to believe me!"

"And why should I? You've been LYING to me this whole time! When was you going to tell me that you and Rocky were a thing, huh? WHEN Marshall?!" Chase snarled. Marshall started to hiccup, searching desperately for the answers he needs.

"W-we weren't..."

"Don't give me that bullshit! I saw the way you were looking at him, and the way he'd looked at you! You two were obviously together and yet you used ME! ME Marshall! I don't like being played with..." Chase growled.

"We aren't together! You had Skye Chase! What was I suppose to do?! Wait until you came to your senses and start dating me?! I have needs too you know!"

"Oh shut up, Marshall. You and I both know that Skye was just a cover-up, that I don't have any feelings for her." Chase sneered at the sniffling Dally. "YOU however seem to have forget that you were promised to ME, Marshall. But I guess that didn't stop you from fucking every guy in town, now, did it?"

"It was only Rocky!"

"How do I know you're not lying about THAT either?" Marshall did not like this Chase. He didn't like him at all.

"Chase..."

"Hey, since you like Rocky's dick so much, why not take it a step further and mate with him instead? Oh wait. You already did that. Fuck you, Marshall." Chase spat out and before Marshall could try to explain, a sudden bright light appeared.


Marshall gasped, waking up from his dream, or at least, his nightmare. Body damp with sweat, eyes blurry with tears, Marshall choked.

He lied. It's not okay.


A/n: Marshall ain't the only one who's lying. Geeze, I really don't want to turn this into a chapter story. So hopefully the conclusion of this coming up soon. Cause I can't afford to turn what was suppose to be a oneshot into a chapter story, mane.