Vincent walked out of Pirate's Cove, turning to Scott, "Are you alright?" He gestured to the dark patch on Scott's shirt.

"I'm fine," Scott said, "He didn't get me that badly..." And suddenly he yelped as, for the second time that night, his feet lifted off the ground, "Vincent, what are you doing?!"

"Shh," Vincent said, "You're walking too slowly and we need to get somewhere safe."

Scott blinked. Sweeping me off my feet and taking me somewhere we can be alone together... irony at its finest...

Vincent walked quickly as if Scott wasn't in his arms at all, and Scott found himself having to resist the urge to cuddle into him. His scent was amazing. Like some kind of spice, exotic and very comforting.

"We're going to the safe room," Vincent explained quietly, "They can't get in, and there's bandages in there."

"Are you sure?" Scott whispered back, "Wouldn't it be easier to just leave the building?"

"The exits deadlock at midnight," Vincent said, "And we wouldn't have time to override it. Foxy has been reset, but I am willing to bet he's already left the Cove again and is waiting for the perfect time to attack."

Scott shuddered, glancing over Vincent's shoulder at the Cove. He froze against Vincent. Foxy was visible, poking his head out from the room, looking tensed as if about to sprint.

"Vincent... walk faster! Foxy..."

Vincent glanced back and saw the fox, swearing under his breath. He quickened his pace, reaching the other side of the Dining Hall and turning down the West Hall.

Chica was at the end of the Hall. Vincent inhaled sharply and slowed down, walking as quietly as possible. The bright glow of his eyes dimmed down to virtually nothing, and Scott stared at him in awe, as if saying, You didn't tell me you could do that!

Vincent winked at him quickly before slipping down the rest of the hallway. Now they were standing just behind Chica. If she heard them, they'd be dead.

Vincent put Scott down as gently as he could, but his shirt rubbed against the cut and he cried out in pain, instantly slapping a hand over his mouth.

Chica slowly turned around, her head twitching slightly.

Vincent panicked. He slid his hands along the wall, trying desperately to find the little notch of the safe room, "Where is it?! Where is it!? I can't find it!"

Scott was still clutching his chest, but he looked over at the wall.

Chica stepped forward, making a sick groaning sound.

Vincent let go of the wall, "No... No, oh gawd..."

There was a loud sound of chairs being knocked around, and Scott knew that Foxy had left the Cove. Launching forward, he grabbed the notch, and the door clicked open.

Foxy appeared at the end of the hall and tore down it.

Vincent swung the door open hard, and it slammed right in the animatronic's snout. "Get in!" Vincent screeched, as Foxy paused momentarily, growling lowly in its throat.

Scott ran into the room and collapsed on the floor, and Vincent followed him in. As he closed the door, Foxy's hook appeared in it, and it started to pull the door back open.

Vincent grabbed the handle with both of his hands, pulling as hard as he could. He put his leg up on the door frame and pushed off using that.

Foxy's hook lost grip and the door slammed shut.

Vincent instantly turned around and walked to Scott's side. Scott was sitting on the ground, his arms behind him and his knees up on a 45 degree angle. "Take your shirt off."

"What!?" Scott stared at him, eyes wide.

"Take your shirt off. I'm going to fix your cut," Vincent explained, walking over to the shelves and picking up the first aid kit.

"No way," Scott laughed, "It's just small. He didn't get me too badly. I'll be o-"

"Take it off!" Vincent snapped. He didn't care if it was a graze. He needed to make sure Scott was okay.

Scott flinched back, a little intimidated, then stripped his shirt off. His chest and stomach was coated in blood. The cut wasn't too long, but it was very deep. He looked down and whimpered at the sight of the blood before looking at the roof instead.

"Do you have the strength to stand?" Vincent asked.

Scott frowned slightly, "Can't you just kneel beside me?"

"Yeah, but... it's going to be really hard to put the bandages on unless I..." He trailed off, thinking of another way he could put them on. Extremely awkward, but... It was a life or death situation, by the look of that cut.

Vincent walked over to Scott and kneeled down beside him, before swinging one leg over and sitting down on his lap.

Scott's breath hitched, he looked at Vincent, "Is that really necessary?"

"Sorry," Vincent said, "But I have to be front on to put the bandages on."

Scott looked down at the blood once again and went an extremely dangerous shade of green. Vincent grabbed his chin gently, forcing Scott to look at him, "Don't focus on the blood. Focus on me."

Scott stared at him for a second, his face went a slight shade of pink, "Okay."

They stared at each other for a little bit, and Vincent felt colour rise to his own cheeks. Looking away as quickly as possible, Vincent reached beside him and picked up a sterile cloth, wiping away as much of the blood as he could.

Scott hissed slightly as the cloth went over his wound, and Vincent mumbled an apology. Grabbing a bandage, he started to wrap it around Scott's chest slowly. His fingers were shaking just slightly, he was trying very hard to block out all his thoughts. Thoughts about his situation. Sitting in Scott's lap while he was not only shirtless, but covered in blood. It was extremely suggestive. Oh, how he'd love to push him back into the ground. To push their lips together roughly and let his tongue claim Scott's mouth as his own. To hear Scott not just hissing in pain, but moaning in pleasure as Vincent ground into him and-

"Vincent!"

Vincent was snapped back into the present, realising that he'd pulled the bandage so tight that it was close to choking Scott.

"Oops," Vincent loosened off the bandage quickly, "Sorry about that. I was..." He glanced up at Scott, "Distracted."

Scott's eyes widened a little bit, catching Vincent's drift, he blushed darker, "Just finish the bandage, Vincent."

Vincent finished wrapping the bandage around him and leaned over to grab a safety pin. He pinned the bandage together so that it wouldn't come apart.

There was silence for a while. Vincent didn't hop off of Scott, and Scott didn't push him off.

"Are you okay?" Vincent whispered, leaning in closer.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Scott said. "Thank you."

Vincent chuckled slightly, "I told you you'd be thanking me later~" He leaned in the rest of the way, pressing his lips against Scott's neck.

Scott gasped, eyes shooting open, he bit his lip hard as Vincent kissed his neck again and again. "Vincent..." he whispered quietly, melting away into the sensation.

Vincent pulled himself away, and began to push Scott back down onto the ground slowly.

Scott hissed out, "Vincent, that hurts my cut!"

Vincent stopped abruptly, remembering their situation. This was not a time for fun and games, "Sorry... seeing you there, so vulnerable... I couldn't help myself."

Scott blushed worse, then laughed nervously, pushing Vincent off of him, "This is definitely obnoxious flirting."

"I promise I'll control myself in the future," Vincent grinned deviously, narrowing his eyes.

Scott scoffed and rolled his eyes, straightening up and crossing his legs, "So... now what?"

"Now, we wait until 6AM..." Vincent sighed and lay back on the floor, "Or death. Whichever comes first."