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Vax/Briarwoods dubcon, Modern AU
Date: 2017-07-09 11:32 pm (UTC)Heavy on the dub part, as it includes attempted/partially successful drugging, unnegotiated rough sex, and a general vibe of "Vax is into this but that's because he's a walking disaster".
***
A less observant man would have missed Sylas Briarwood slipping something into his drink, and someone less quick on his feet would have a harder time pretending to down the drugged cocktail while managing to spill most of it on the floor while Sylas's head is turned. As it is, Vax only swallows a mouthful or two of the stuff, and says a quick prayer that won't be enough to fuck him up too much.
The Briarwoods are talking to each other, close together, Delilah's hand on Sylas's chest and his wrapped around her slim waist. These are the people who very probably killed one of his best friend's parents, Vax reminds himself as he looks at them. The DA in Whitestone couldn't gather enough solid evidence even for an indictment, but Percy's sure of their guilt. They're probably murderers, and they definitely just tried to roofie someone who as far as they know is just a flirtatious young man in an Emon nightclub.
They're also both really, really good-looking.
Vax can't make out anything they say to each other over the bass-heavy music filling the club, but after a moment Delilah holds out her other hand to him with a smile.
"Come dance with us, dear," she says in an inviting tone, stepping back toward the crowded floor.
Vax has to guess at exactly what the drug was supposed to do to him and how soon it was supposed to kick in--his head is starting to swim a little, but he can't tell how much of that is the little bit he got, and how much is the first drink he had before the drugged one--but he tries to be loose and pliable as they steer him onto the dance floor. Delilah's in front of him with her hands on his shoulders, close enough for him to smell her perfume, Sylas at his back with one big, heavy hand on Vax's hip. Five, maybe ten minutes later (Vax isn't sure), he's got his arms around Delilah's waist, pressing her to his chest while Sylas grinds unsubtly against him from behind.
Delilah kisses him first, her dark-lipsticked mouth soft as velvet, and then Sylas threads a hand into Vax's hair and pulls his head back for a rough, demanding kiss. He's pinned between them, his choices reduced to "try to break away and probably blow his cover" or "just go with it", and gods help him but he is so turned-on right now.
When Delilah murmurs "You are coming home with us, aren't you, pretty boy?", he just nods.
They pour him into a car--not a cab or an Uber, but a big, shiny car with a driver who gives a brisk "Sir, ma'am," and then rolls up a pane of dark glass between the front and back seats. Vax is canted sideways on the wide seat, his knees splayed wide enough for Delilah to maneuver herself between them while his shoulders are braced against Sylas's chest. He blames Sylas's hot breath on his neck for the fact that he doesn't notice Delilah undoing his fly, then blames Delilah palming his (stupidly, ridiculously, no-sense-of-self-preservation-ly hard) cock through his briefs for his not noticing Sylas's fingers sliding back into his hair until they suddenly twist and pull, yanking his head back to expose his throat.
By the time they pull up outside what Vax recognizes as one of the fanciest hotels in the city, he's sure there's the start of at least one giant hickey on the side of his neck, and his swaying stumble is not entirely an act. The doorman Sylas tips says nothing, and neither does the night security guard who nods politely to the Briarwoods as they pass him on the way to the elevator. Vax half-expects them to keep touching and kissing him on the ride up, but Sylas just stands quietly with one hand on the back of Vax's neck, thumb sweeping slowly back and forth over his skin, while Delilah fixes her hair and smeared lipstick in the mirrored glass.
They step out of the elevator and into a penthouse suite, the kind of luxurious minimalism that only comes with wealth. Soft, thick carpet under Vax's feet when he obeys Delilah's instruction to take his shoes off, one wall that's just floor-to-ceiling glass, a bed bigger than Vax's entire bedroom in the shithole apartment he and Vex shared when they first scraped together enough to move out of their dad's house.
Vax only really gets one good look around, because as they walk through a tastefully-arranged sitting area Sylas puts a hand on his neck again and bends him over the back of the couch.
Vax hazards a guess as to how much he should be slurring his voice by now. "Whoa, getting right to it, huh?"
Delilah settles on the couch, drawing her legs up elegantly, and pushes Vax's hair away from his face. "I think we've had enough dancing for the evening, don't you?" she asks, the question punctuated by the clink of a belt buckle from behind Vax.
Vax sucks in a breath, resisting the urge to tense up as Sylas tugs at his jeans with one hand and cool air hits his skin. "Y-yeah, okay. Whatever you want."
"There's a good boy," she says, cupping his face and leaning in.
Sylas keeps his hand on Vax's neck, and Delilah strokes his hair and tells him how good he's being when she's not kissing him breathless.
His legs shake when they move him toward the bed afterward, and he fumbles with the rest of his clothing, Sylas's steady grip and Delilah's sure hands guiding him through it. Vax sprawls on the big, soft bed, watching them as Delilah sweeps her hair up with one hand and presents her back to Sylas with a soft "My love?" Her dress is high-collared and long-sleeved, but after a row of buttons at the back of her neck it opens up in a wide diamond shape, bare skin all the way to the base of her spine. The kisses Sylas plants on her as he undoes the tiny buttons are soft, worshipful; a stark contrast to the bruising kisses Vax can still feel on his skin.
Delilah peels off her dress, looking Vax over as she climbs onto the bed. "Whatever we want, you said?"
Vax pushes up on his elbows and nods eagerly. "Yes."
She crawls up the length of his body until she has a knee on either side of his head, hooking a finger into her lace panties to pull them aside. "Good boy."
***
Vax wakes up groggy and sore, sandwiched between Delilah and Sylas. Moving slowly and carefully, he manages to crawl out of bed without either of them stirring, grabbing his clothes from the floor as he pads toward the bathroom.
A sharp breath hisses through his teeth as he flicks the bathroom light on and gets confronted by his reflection. He looks fucking wrecked, hair a mess and teeth and finger marks stippling his skin, some already starting to turn purple. The worst bruising is on his hips, but the red lines on his neck bring back a vivid memory of when Sylas grabbed him by the throat during the last round before they slept.
He splashes cold water on his face, gets dressed, and pulls his phone out of a pocket. He has a few missed calls and about twenty texts from Vex, her "where are you?"s progressing from irritated to freaked out over the course of the night. A handful of worried texts from the others as well--Keyleth, Scanlan, and two from Percy: tell me you didn't go looking for the briarwoods and then, several hours later, god fucking damn it vaxildan if they don't kill you I'm going to. Vax opens the ongoing group message with everyone and texts the hotel address followed by not dead yet. jenga.
Back in the main room, the Briarwoods both still look deeply asleep, sprawled in tangled sheets with their arms touching in the space Vax vacated. He turns his attention to the other thing he noticed in his look around the room earlier--the laptop sitting on a desk by the window. .
Hacking's never been a particular strength of his, but he's learned a few tricks if only by virtue of years of hanging out with the wrong sort of people, and the Briarwood's digital security turns out to be pleasantly easy to crack. Vax doesn't really know what he's looking for--assuming he's not going to find a file conveniently labeled "How we convinced Frederick and Johanna de Rolo to sign over their business to us and then killed them"--but he finds a folder labeled "Acquisitions", and subfolders with the names of cities--Whitestone, Westruun, Vasselheim. Emon.
Vax starts with Whitestone. If there's any evidence of murder in here, it's couched in the most businesslike language he's ever seen, but he does find enough to make it clear that in a few years, the Briarwoods have moved from taking over one of the biggest businesses in Whitestone to basically owning the city. There are contracts, spreadsheets full of numbers, paperwork for other businesses Vax guesses are shell companies. He doesn't waste time trying to puzzle anything out, just grabs his phone again, ignoring a new flurry of text notifications to start snapping pictures of the laptop screen as he pages through things. He repeats the process, hastily, with the Emon folder, his heart starting to beat faster every moment he pushes his luck further.
When he thinks he has enough to work with, he shuts the laptop and turns back toward the bed, but doesn't get there before Sylas rolls over and sits up.
"Oh, hey," Vax says casually, bending to retrieve his jacket from the floor. "Sorry if I woke you, I was just--"
"Leaving without saying goodbye?" Sylas finishes, looking him up and down with a raised eyebrow.
Vax runs a hand through his hair and gives a sheepish grin, edging toward the elevator. "Ah--yeah, guess you caught me on that one. Look, last night was...amazing, but I need to run."
"Now that's a pity," Delilah says without opening her eyes, a slight smile curving her mouth. She sits up, hiding a yawn behind her hand, then opens her eyes to look at him. "Are you sure we can't tempt you to at least stay for breakfast?"
"That's, ah--that's real nice of you, but I really need to get going." Vax replies, backing up a few more steps.
Sylas throws back the covers and starts to get out of bed, and Vax just turns and make a run for it. Delilah's soft laughter as he does so worries him more than Sylas's pursuing footfalls. He slams a hand against the elevator button with no real hope it'll get here in time, and then feels one big, heavy hand land on his shoulder and jerk him backward.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to insist, dear boy."
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