Scott groggily half-opened his eyes, blinking the sleep out of them. He felt like he'd had a really good sleep. No dreams, just a comfy darkness. He hummed contentedly, closing his eyes again, snuggling into the warm, soft person beside him.

"Morning, Scotty."

Scott's eyes snapped open - he'd just fully realised who he was cuddling in to. "Vincent! Oh, hi. I mean- morning. I forgot you were here for a second..."

Scott felt Vincent's chest rumble as he chuckled, "How many other vibrantly violet people do you know?"

"Not many," Scott said, grinning. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great, thanks," Vincent's voice was still slightly raspy from sleep, and though Scott wouldn't admit it out loud, it was kind of - okay, very - hot. "How about you?"

"Yeah, same," Scott said. "I feel much better."

"Mm, any dreams I should know about?~" Vincent let his hand wander down Scott's back, making Scott shiver.

"N-No. I didn't dream at al-Hey! Watch where you put your hands!" Scott yelped, going pink in the face.

Vincent rolled over, pinning Scott down on the couch and leaning over him. He leaned down and whispered, "I'm sorry, I just can't control myself when it comes to things I want~"

Scott's eyes widened, Vincent's words turning his insides to jelly. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in, closing his eyes because he couldn't bare to see Vincent leaning over him like this, in such a... suggestive way.

Vincent's hand slipped down Scott's chest this time; Scott gasped, "Ngh, V-Vincent!~"

Vincent chuckled, leaning down once again to whisper, "Do you want me to stop?~"

Scott opened his eyes, looking up at Vincent, panting heavily. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and shook his head. He'd never felt pleasure like that before... he didn't want it to stop.

Mike walked into the room.

Scott half yelped, half screamed, pushing Vincent off of him with such force that he fell off the couch and landed on his back on the floor.

Mike gaped, his eyes wide. He looked at Vincent, then at Scott, then at Vincent. The tension in the air was so thick that you could almost reach out and touch it. Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the distant ticking of the wall clock.

Vincent cleared his throat, "Morning, Mike."

"Oh my gawd," Mike said.

Scott was internally dying, his face so red it looked like he might just explode. "L-Let me explain!"

"Oh my gawd," Mike said one more time. "You two were fu-"

"Don't! No! We weren't!" Scott said, drowning out the rest of that word. Though, who was he kidding? He wasn't sure if he really would have gone all the way, but... in that one moment, he was pretty close.

"We weren't?" Vincent asked, sounding surprised, looking at Scott.

"Vincent!" Scott shouted at him, willing him to shut up. He turned back to Mike, "If you tell a single person about this, I will personally hunt you down and kill you."

"Well, I don't know," Vincent said, "It's kinda hot to have people talking about us, don't you think?"

"There is no us!" Scott practically screamed, waving his hands like blades of a fan.

Mike blinked, "Woah, Scott, don't worry. I'm your friend. I won't tell, I promise. But, uh, if you want me to give you two some... erm, privacy... then..." He stepped out of the room. "You be as loud as you like, I promise I'm not listening!"

"Mike!" Scott sounded exasperated.

Mike re-appeared, grinning. "Heh. I promised I won't tell but that doesn't mean you ain't gonna get hell from me about it. Now come on, you guys are super late for work, and everyone is wondering where you are, which is why I came to get you. Although," Mike narrowed his eyes suggestively, "I guess you guys would have had a big night, so I understand."

"What?" Scott asked, innocently perplexed by Mike's question. "A big night?"

Vincent, however, laughed, "Oh yes~ There wasn't much sleeping going on last night~"

It clicked in place, and Scott's eyes widened, "Vincent! Shut up, you liar!" He turned to Mike, pleading, "I swear, I'm a virgin."

Vincent stopped laughing, he turned and looked at Scott, "You mean that was going to be your first time? At 26?" He whistled and shook his head, "If I'd known that, I would have made it even better."

Scott gulped, because that was a promise that Vincent might just keep.

"Anyway," Mike said, "You guys are late for work, so run and get dressed and I'll meet you outside in 10 minutes."

"Wait, wait, I better get changed," Vincent said. "I'll go back to my place, you guys walk ahead."

"Okay," Scott slowly got up off of the couch, still feeling awkward. His body was still getting over the whole experience; he could still half feel it running through him. Some part of his mind wondered how doing the whole thing felt if just a small touch had felt so good. 

Mike and he started towards Fazbear's while Vincent went on to his house.

"So," Mike said after a while. "You're getting along well with Vincent."

Scott shot him a glare, "I wasn't going to let him go all the way."

"No, but you weren't arguing. Unless," Mike gave a worried look towards Scott, "He didn't do it non-consensually, right?"

"No, no," Scott said, and then blushed a little as he stared at his feet, "H-He, uh.. he asked me if I felt like stopping..."

Mike raised an eyebrow, "And you said you didn't want to stop? Interesting. You sure you're not a deeply closeted homosexual, Scott?"

Scott's body went rigid, he stopped walking and looked at Mike, his eyes wide, "W-What made you think that?!"

"Woah, woah," Mike held up his hands in surrender, "Actually, I was only joking. But still, the idea of getting it on with another guy evidentially doesn't bother you very much, so..."

"No, no! I... I..." Scott stuttered for words, becoming more and more flustered with every second that passed. "I-I can be c-curious, c-can't I?" It sounded more like a desperate plead, not a rhetorical question.

"Yeah, of course," Mike soothed. "Calm down, Scott."

Scott nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. C-Calm down. Sorry, Mike... I... I'm just a little... confused at the moment."

"It's alright," Mike said. "I understand. Something like that happening has got to rock your world a little."

Scott gave a half-laugh that sounded more like a choked back sob. "Yeah. A little."

"What'd you think, anyway?" Mike asked. "Your first time, huh? Or, the start of your first time, anyway."

"Mike! What kind of a question is that?!" Scott asked, frowning disapprovingly. But then his frown disappeared and he mumbled, "If you have to know, it was... amazing."

Mike laughed, "You didn't actually have to answer, Scott. I was messing with you. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll pass that on to Vincent."

"Don't you dare!" Scott gasped, but Mike just shrugged and walked through the front doors of the pizzeria.

Scott followed Mike in hurriedly, to find the Boss interrogating him.

"Where were they?!" Boss snapped.

"Oh, uh, well, you know Vincent and Scott," Mike said. He shot a look at Scott before saying, "They were at each other again."

"Fighting?" Boss asked.

"Oh yeah. At first I wasn't sure that Scott was actually at home but... when I heard him, uh... 'call out' Vincent's name, I figured they must have been arguing."

Scott tried his very best to keep a straight face, not showing the absolute horror he felt on the inside. Mike had heard! Mike had heard Scott moan Vincent's name!

Boss had focussed his attention on him now, he glared at Scott viciously, "We had to open late because of you! We lost business and the animatronics still  aren't set up properly. You're not getting paid this week, either of you! You and Vincent seriously need to work out what's going on between you two!"

Scott nodded dejectedly, "Sorry, Boss. It won't happen again. Trust me."

Boss looked at him for a moment longer, then snapped, "Well, then get to your post, Scott!"

Scott nodded and walked to the Office, hardly noticing moments later when a group of teenage girls walked in.