"You are so on my shit list, Terry," Singa growled down at the smaller cheetah, who looked up at him in surprise.

"What? Why?"

Singa bared his fangs, fists balled up, making the spots on his arms distort slightly. He was lean, but he was still close to six hundred pounds of lean muscle. "I can't believe you would suggest I do such a thing to Venti."

"Dude, you told me yourself--"

Singa clamped a paw around Terry's muzzle, engulfing it. "Don't. You don't get to talk, you evil little bastard," he hissed quietly. They were alone in the hallway, the party in the living room at full swing, music thumping loud enough so that they couldn't be overheard, but he still whispered. He knew if I tried to speak over the music, he'd start roaring down at the smaller cheetah like a ferocious lion. Terry grabbed at Singa's wrist, trying to free himself, but Singa was stronger. Maybe not as strong as his ex-boyfriend, but he could handle Terry without any strain. "You keep on struggling, and I'll pop out my claws. That'll hurt."

Terry whined softly, tears already forming under his eyes.

Singa's expression softened a bit, but his grip was still tight. "Venti and I, we come from different worlds. He fought for everything he has, and he's stronger for it. Me, I was born with a silver spoon in my muzzle because I was an albino cheetah. I didn't have to fight for a single damn thing, and somehow I managed to not be a spoiled rotten feline." He frowned, narrowing his eyes at Terry, his brow furrowing as if struggling to admit a truth so absolute that it hurt. "It didn't work out between us because I couldn't get past the shame I would feel because I'm not worthy of him." He released Terry, pushing his head and causing him to stumble back. "So for you to suggest I slip Venti a mickey to get him willing to have sex with me? That's wrong." He pointed towards the living room. "Get out. Don't come see me for a few days."

"Singa, I..."

"Leave Terry, before I forget we're cousins."

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