The party around Smaug was starting to take form. He liked to arrive a little early to secure his fraternity's territory, so that when other frats arrived they had to look for a corner to be in. Smaug was possessive and imponent, and he liked to take care of his men and places personally. He was a great leader, never let any lose ends and he never left something half done. No wonder his fraternity was the most prosperous and the one with higher number of requests to be a part of it.
He also was a heart-throb, with his melodic voice he made many a girl melt right on the spot. People respected him, many loved him, he was a proud young man. Though he only wanted to be loved and respected by one.
Bilbo Baggins.
The tiny man was so different from other people. When he looked at Smaug, it was with a look of respect, but it hadn't been always that way. Smaug had had to earn that respect, and along with it came the friendsip of this beautiful man. Bilbo had a sweet round face oftenly covered with his honey curls. Under his jungle of silk soft hair, a pair of big and gorgeous brown eyes hid, with a glint of cheerfulness all the time. Smaug liked Bilbo so much because he made him feel normal, and in his company, all responsibilities and social masks were gone off Smaug, and life was as simple as falling in love in high school, with only small heart aches to worry about. But when Smaug was alone, in his room, staring at the ceiling, he thought being in love with Bilbo was anything but easy. First of all, Bilbo wasn't in his fraternity, or in any other, he was just not into that kind of stuff, and that was not how fraternities worked, you had to be loyal to your mates, and any friendship out of the fraternity, if it wasn't with a specific purpose, could be seen as betrayal. It was rather medieval, but those were the rules you agreed to when you decided to be a part of a fraternity. Next, Bilbo liked reading and lying on the grass under a tree's shade, a cup of tea and a nice book was his idea of a well spent friday night. He also didn't come from a wealthy family, like Smaug and his friends, and he lacked interest for parties and booze, so Smaug wanting his friendship was very hard to justify. He also was gay, and Smaug...well, even if he was in love with a man, he wasn't gay. He couldn't be gay. Unluckily, they still lived in a place where loving differently than anybody else was wrong, and Smaug had built a reputation, and he needed that reputation to gain a good life once he was out of college. He couldn't just up and yell that he liked boys to the world. And it pained him, because he of course would like to hold Bilbo's hand when they walked to Bilbo's dormitory.
Instead of that, he had to act like the leader he was, and he trampled Bilbo's spirit a little. Bilbo was the kind of person who wouldn't take nobody's crap, and no matter how much he liked Smaug, he wouldn't take it from him either. And Smaug couldn't have this. He wanted the smaller man's company, but he knew it couldn't be on Bilbo's terms. He was cunning and knew how to lure people into doing what he wanted how he wanted, and he did so with Bilbo. He made him miss him by not calling for days, he made him long for him by chaste touches between classes, and then he made him crave for his company with sweet wet words to his ear in Bilbo's dormitory. Tenderly he let Bilbo know of the rules of them being together, and he made sure Bilbo understood how important it was that nobody knew. Bilbo agreed, with a painful sigh disguised as an indifferent chuckle, he said yes and let Smaug kiss him and let the night be history.
And so here they were. Bilbo was looking bored as always, sipping his coke and uncomfortably shifting on his seat as Smaug's friends whispered behind them. More than once he had wanted to punch them and demand respect towards Bilbo, but he couldn't.
As the party got louder, Alanna Meyers came to him, a bit tipsy already and horny as only a sorority girl can be. Soon Smaug was exchanging very explicit words with her, as a commotion broke in the entrance of the club.
He jerked his head to see what it was all about, Alanna forgotten on his side. A group of men about his age came in making a small ruckus, though they were obviously waiting for something before the real chaos started. Smaug stood fixed, not really knowing what to expect. One of them, with long black hair and little more than a stubble turned to look at Bilbo, and he smiled at him in a flirty way. Jealousy burned up in Smaug's stomach, and before he could charge against the man for smiling at his boyfriend, the man had strided all the way to where he was and kissed him. Fiercely.
It wasn't a nice kiss. It was angry, and full of hate. The man seemed to be wanting to teach Smaug a lesson, but what lesson was beyond Smaug. The beard of the man scratched at Smaug's perfect and smooth skin, though Smaug didn't fight back. He would never admit to it, but it was kind of hot, and sudden. He was half shocked and half wishing he could return the kiss with the same ferocity. But he couldn't, so he just pushed the man back and stared in horror as the man smiled at him and joined his friends in the chaos. Smaug stood there, still wondering why the hell that man had chosen him, of all people in the damn club, to kiss, and if they were members of some fraternity he wasn't aware of. He turned to look at the members of other fraternities, but most of them were on the floor, or fighting the group, none of them seemed to be helping them and there was no signal of an alliance. When Smaug finally came back to himself and was ready to go into the fight, the man who had kissed him grabbed Bilbo by the waist, in such a possessive manner that Smaug wished he could breathe fire and reduce the man to ashes for his boldness.
"He deserves better!" the man yelled and the group left the club, with his Bilbo.
Smaug didn't follow the group or the few members of his fraternity that weren't hurt and still could run, nor did he helped the ones who were left behind. He just remained on his spot, looking at the chair next to his where Bilbo had sat.
He knew Bilbo deserved better. He deserved someone who was free to be with him. But it wasn't that man's right to decide over what Bilbo deserved. After all, Smaug owned him, he had owned him for many nights, so that right to chose was his. And he would claim it.