Uuuuuuuuuugh.

Scott pulled his eyes open and immediately shut them again. Ah, ah. So bright.

He groaned, his head throbbing and sharp stabs of pain running down his neck. A word floated into his mind: hangover. He tried to cast his mind back through the muddy soup of last night's memories, but he remembered nothing at all. Damn, that headache hurt. Was he wasted last night, or what?

Blinking his eyes open again, he squinted, trying to get used to the light.

"Morning. How'd you sleep?"

Scott whipped his head around, regretting it instantly because it felt like someone had hit his head hard with a hammer, "Whaa...?" He blinked a few times more, and then felt an icy hand grab his heart when he saw the person next to him, "Vincent?!"

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind. I wanted to make sure you were alright after last night," Vincent was lying on the bed next to him.

"Last night?" Scott asked, propping himself up on his elbows. He was suddenly aware of one terrible, terrible, awful fact.

Scott was totally naked.

His mind put two and two together, but he didn't want to believe it. No way.

"Yeah," Vincent said. "You might be a little sore. Sorry. That's my fault."

"Sore?" Scott asked warily, having no idea that Vincent was referring to the cut on his cheek, and the fact that he fainted.

"Well, I don't know if it'll hurt that much or not, but I'm sorry anyway," Vincent shrugged. "Do you remember anything about last night?"

"No," Scott breathed, though swampy memories were coming back. Something about his first kiss, the way his lips were buzzing afterwards. Oh no. This is bad.

"Seriously?" Vincent asked, sitting up in the bed. "You don't remember anything? Frick, that's really annoying. Now there's no way to convince Mike that I wasn't raping you."

Scott felt his throat close up, he let out a shaky kind of whimper. "R-Raping...?"

"Well, yeah," Vincent said. "He just happened to walk in, and he got the wrong idea. I tried to tell him that you were the one that forced yourself on me, but he just wouldn't listen."

Scott started hyperventilating a little. No, no, no! This is really, really, really bad! But something else was welling up in him. Guiltily, he admitted to himself that it was kind of a shame he couldn't even remember his first time.

"Hey," Vincent said, "Don't look so guilty. It wasn't your fault. We all do stupid things when we're drunk."

Scott swallowed thickly, shaking his head slightly and wincing from the headache. He bit his lip, a question burning to be asked, and in his slightly hungover state of mind, he let it slip, "W-what... what was it like...?"

"What was what like?" Vincent asked, "Oh, you mean, last night. Well, the whole Mike-walking-in thing wasn't so nice, but before then..." Vincent smiled at him, "I had a lot of fun with you. And I think you did too. I genuinely enjoyed myself. I mean, who knows when we'll get to do something like that again?"

Scott let another strangled-sounding squeak leave his throat, "Yeah... who knows..."

Vincent sat up, "Well, if Mike sees me in here, he's going to flip his dial - phone pun intended. Probably think I'm going in for a second round." Vincent rolled his eyes and huffed. "I better go wake him up."

Scott nodded slightly, his mind trying desperately to put the pieces together. Another half-formed memory floated up from the murky depths, being pinned against a wall, feeling his hips push forward, hearing a sharp gasp from the other man.

Oh my gawd, Scott thought. I lost my virginity last night. Oh my gawd.

Mike walked into the room, looking worried, "Scott, thank goodness. Are you okay? I am so sorry for last night. I didn't know Vincent would be in that bar."

"Um... I-it's okay," Scott said quietly, making an effort to sit up straighter.

Vincent walked in behind Mike, leaning on the doorframe and glaring at the other guard, "How many times do I have to tell you, Mike, I wasn-"

"Tell it to the judge," Mike snapped, "I saw the way you were grabbing onto  his hips, growling like some untamed animal. You repulse me."

Scott's eyes widened, "G-Growling...?"

"I wasn't pulling him to me, I was trying to push him away!" Vincent replied, narrowing his eyes into slits, "Scott was the one who was technically raping me. I never asked for him to fricking thrust his boner into me, now, did I?! I wasn't the one going, "Oh, Vincent, you turn me on~""

Scott clutched onto the sheets, gaping at Vincent, "I... I said that...?"

"Don't listen to a word he says," Mike said, "You were drunk, and he was taking advantage of you. Non-consensually."

"How do you know?!" Vincent screeched, "You weren't there until the last part! How did you know it was non-consensual?!"

Mike turned around, and he looked about ready to start the fistfight again, "Hmm, let me see, maybe it's because Scott would never want anything to do with you!"

"Guys, guys!" Scott called out.

Mike and Vincent fell silent.

"Look, I... I know how I act when I'm drunk... I... I think I'm willing to give Vincent the benefit of the doubt here. I.. I don't remember a lot of... of, um... w-what happened..." Scott gulped, "B-But I'm pretty sure I remember... I remember, um... t-thrusting into him..." Scott winced, hating the words that were coming out of his mouth, "But... guys, can you do me a favour?"

"Anything," Vincent said, looking extremely relieved.

"Promise me... Promise me you won't tell anyone that Vincent and I had sex."

The room fell silent.

((OMG I AM SO SORRY TO ANYONE WHO SAW THIS AS THE ENTIRE CHAPTER (sociopathicharlequin I'm lookin' at 'chu here) lmao that was a mistake bc sTUPID WATTPAD))