Content Warning:
Noncon
Coercion
Blood
Alcohol
This is fantasy. Acts within this work does not reflect my personal morals. Consent is ALWAYS important in real life.
Quincy came to a short time later still quite disorientated and inebriated. He was aware of two things first, a soft vibrating sensation and the low sounds of Depeche Mode playing all around him.
Hhhhmmmm, I love car naps, he thought lazily as he drifted back off to sleep.
He awoke next to the sound of a slightly familiar voice over him and the same soft vibration against his back.
"Yeah, just take us back to Dosmond's place. It's the closest."
"Does he know we are coming?" came a woman's voice.
"No, but he can get over it after the shit he pulled last week."
Quincy managed to open his eyes half way to see Charlie's face above him.
So that's where I know that voice from, he mused. He followed Charlie's gaze to see who he was talking to. Kat, the bartender from The Sanctuary, was sitting in the front passenger seat of the very opulent looking car they were in. He looked to the driver's seat and saw a new stranger. He drifted back off to sleep as he felt a hand caress his forehead.
The next time consciousness came back to Quincy, the music and light hum of the car were gone and were now replaced by a feeling of floating. He opened his eyes to once again see Charlie's face above him. He tilted his head to the right only to find it stopped by something hard. After a moment of contemplation he realized it was Charlie's chest. He turned his head the other way and saw the man from the driver's seat walking alongside Charlie.
Is he carrying me? Wait, where are we going? Quincy thought, not panicked, but curious. He tried asking the questions that were in his head, but a slurred "is-mmhhh" came out instead. Both Charlie and the new stranger looked at him.
"Shhh you're ok. Go back to sleep," Charlie said in a calm voice. Quincy, still feeling very tired, decided that was a phenomenal idea and obeyed.
This time he was awoken by yet another new voice, this one annoyed. "What the hell are you doing showing up out of nowhere and with a bloody human, let alone one I do not know! You could have at least cleaned him up a bit."
"You're fine, Desmond. Quit being such a priss," Charlie responded, that same smirk on his face.
Quincy took in his surroundings as the two bickered. On either side of Charlier were Kat and the person who had been driving. He was able to get a better look at both of them now. Kat was muscular, and looked to be about 5 '5, dressed in a skin tight black dress with short black hair that had purple tips. She was tanned, but her competition seemed to have a slight gray hue to it. The driver stood at about the same height as Charlie and hair that was just as long and black, but instead of being silly like Charlie's, it fell down his back in thick dreadlocks. His skin was nearly as dark as his hair but seemed to have that same strange grayness to it. He was dressed in black trip pants and a black shirt he had cropped and cut the sleeves off of. The newest of strangers, the one the trio seemed to be in opposition with, was of average height and build, had neat short auburn hair, and a complexion as pale as Charlie's. He was dressed in so many bright colors it made Quincy's head swim more than the alcohol. The room they were in was just as nice as the car he had been riding in earlier. They were standing in a dimly lit room with purple walls and black sofas that were all arranged to face each other. It was on one of these black sofas that he found himself lying. Exotic plans and modern art were placed thoughtfully around the room.
Kat spoke up next "We were kind of in a predicament, and then we found this one all sprawled out. You know Charlie has had his eye on him for a while now, and your place was the closest. We won't stay past sunset."
"Plus, I'm starving, I know you always have extras lounging about here," Charlie added.
"You have a meal right there!" Desmond exclaimed, gesturing to Quincy.
"He's had way too much to drink," Charlie responded flatly.
"So? When has someone having alcohol ever stopped you before?"
"His blood is practically syrup at this point, and you know how sugar affects me, Desmond. Remember how I ruined your favorite Louis Vuitton bag last time?"
The man who had been driving earlier stepped towards Quincy quickly, "Look, I'm hungry too, and I don't mind if-"