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Vitalasy was excited about the Casino opening. It brought something new to Lifesteal, new energy, new tricks, all around new life, especially after everything recently. He decides to go to the opening. Even though he and Branzy aren’t on the best terms, Vitalasy still wants to support his friend.
Apparently, it’s a one-person-at-a-time thing, so Vitalasy has to wait. He’s fine with that. He’s not exactly sure why a casino would only allow one person in at a time, but it’s Lifesteal, so he understands. Only one patron at a time means Clown and Branzy can handle anyone that steps inside, regardless of how good they are at fighting.
Eventually, though, it is Vitalasy’s turn. Finally. He was getting bored of waiting.
He goes inside, and the place is beautiful. He wasn’t aware either of them could build this well. Clown makes some comment about how “Vitalasy is lucky” because he got in “right before closing time” or something, Vitalasy’s not really listening, he’s more so just looking around the place, awestruck.
He plays a game at the slot machines, wins a small prize, and then they bring him to the bar. He realizes he is actually thirsty, and he didn’t bring a drink. He was waiting for a long time, so no wonder he’s thirsty. He does order something with a little bit of alcohol, just to get him buzzed. He quickly drinks most of it down, chatting with Branzy and Clown a bit as he finishes his drink. Once he does, Clown offers another, and Vitalasy hesitates, but accepts.
It’s only when he’s halfway through his second drink when he realizes something is wrong. It’s not the alcohol – he can actually handle that pretty well. He tries not to show it, but fear is creeping up inside of him. He feels wrong. He feels distinctly too hot, and his underwear is sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Maybe he’s just being weird. He finishes the second drink, and his brain gets a bit foggy, a bit harder to think.
He’s getting nervous at this point, ears pressed against his head, tail between his legs. Something feels so, so wrong, and he just can’t quite place it. He gets up, barely makes it a step before he falls. Things start clicking in his head. What if his drinks were drugged? They wouldn’t do that… right? Branzy helps him up, and Vitalasy tries to calm himself down. They wouldn’t drug him. Sure, Branzy betrayed him once, but he wouldn’t do it again. And he wouldn’t do anything like this.
Plus, what reason would they have to drug him? They don’t really have one. If they wanted to take his hearts, they’d just kill him. Clown could beat him in a fight any day.
Branzy helps him stay standing, and starts walking him towards what Vitalasy thinks is the exit. Clown follows after, and all of Vitalasy’s instincts are telling him he’s in danger.
Wherever they’re going to, it’s not the exit. Vitalasy quickly realizes this, noticing the way they’re going doesn’t look like the place he came in at. They’re leading him somewhere else, and that worries him. He doesn’t know where they’re going. He’s barely thinking, barely conscious, stuck with a violent murder clown and someone who’s betrayed him once before. Yeah, he’s really starting to not like this situation.
They stop in a dimly-lit room where Vitalasy can barely see. Branzy loosens his grip on him and Vitalasy falls to the floor limply. He tries to sit up and mostly fails, even more dizzy and disoriented than before.
Branzy kneels down, picks Vitalasy’s head up with a gentle hand, and makes him look at him. “Oh, Vi…” Branzy’s voice is soft in an unnerving way. “I’ve missed you, you know?” The white-haired man coos. Vitalasy tries to think, tries to make sense of the words being whispered to him. He’s so confused. This all feels so wrong to him. But… maybe he’s being paranoid. Maybe nothing bad will happen. This room is actually kind of nice, from what Vitalasy can see, if someone were to sleep here they’d be comfortable.
Branzy starts to remove Vitalasy’s clothes, and that’s when he freaks out. He’s really starting to realize now, even with his brain feeling like useless sludge. He tries to pull away, but he can barely move. Branzy keeps him in place, holds him down with one hand and strips him with the other. Once Vitalasy is completely undressed, Clown moves in and ties him up. Clown ties Vitalasy’s hands behind his back and attaches the rope to his neck in a way where if he struggles, he’ll start choking.
Branzy pulls him into a kiss, and it’s far too gentle for what’s going on right now. Vitalasy, almost on instinct, kisses back, until he manages to think enough to pull away. Branzy chases him, forces him into it.
When Branzy pulls away, Clown’s there, already undressed and smirking at him. Vitalasy can’t feel anything but fear and hurt at this point. Why would Branzy betray him again? Why like this? He’s so scared. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t stop them, can’t do anything.
Clown pulls Vitalasy into his lap, drags him closer. Vitalasy whimpers, but Clown shushes him, pets his head and his ears. It makes him relax in ways it shouldn’t. It’s too soft, too gentle, and Vitalasy is much too sensitive. He allows himself to be dragged into Clown’s lap, tilts his head and presses into the gentle touch on his ears. He only realizes his tail is swishing back and forth when Branzy pets it and says something about him being cute. Well, damn. Isn’t that just embarrassing. But neither of them seem to mind.
Branzy pulls him back into a kiss, and now he’s also completely naked. Clown gropes Vitalasy’s chest, and Vitalasy whimpers again, shakes his head with what little coordination he has. He hates his chest being touched. It’s where he’s most dysphoric. Branzy knows that as well. He gives Branzy a pleading look, unable to say anything aloud, hoping that he’ll understand. Instead, Branzy starts grabbing at Vitalasy’s chest as well, squeezing and grabbing his tits, playing with his nipples, anything. Vitalasy squirms under the touch, whining and whimpering. He hates this, but he can’t do anything about it.
At some point, Clown’s hands start trailing down, rubbing Vitalasy’s sides, stopping at his hips for a moment, before they move in. Clown forces Vitalasy’s legs open, starts rubbing at his clit and cunt, making him whimper and shiver with every touch. Vitalasy realizes he’s wet, so fucking wet, despite not wanting any of this. They definitely drugged him; he doesn’t know why he didn’t realize that before, but he is now.
He bites back a moan when Clown starts pushing his fingers in, starting to stretch him open. Branzy pets Vitalasy’s ears with one hand and gropes his chest with the other, a sickening mix of sweet and awful. He bows his head, lets Branzy pet his ears, trying to distract himself from the way his body is being used.
Clown adds a third finger, and Vitalasy can’t help himself this time, he audibly moans, and blushes when he realizes the noise that escaped him. Branzy pulls him into another kiss, bites Vitalasy’s lip until he reciprocates.
When Clown pulls his fingers out, Vitalasy feels dizzy at the rush of slick that follows. He’s so wet, it’s pathetic. He doesn’t want it, but the drugs make him. Clown pulls him in again, lifts Vitalasy up and puts him on his cock. Vitalasy moans louder, burying his head against Clown’s neck. Despite the prep, and how wet he is, the stretch still burns. He whimpers quietly as Branzy gently scratches his ears, soothing him.
Branzy pulls away after a moment, only to add three fingers to Vitalasy’s cunt. Vitalasy feels tears form in his eyes, digs his claws into his palms to distract himself. It hurts, even though he’s so wet. He can only take so much. Still, Branzy forces his body to open up, forces him to take more. He takes the brief reprieve he gets when Branzy pulls his fingers out, even though he knows it means worse is sure to follow.
Vitalasy gasps when Branzy forces himself inside his cunt, sobbing as he tries to cling to anything, any comfort he can get. His body is shaking now. He lays against Clown, sobbing as they both fuck him roughly. He feels like he’s being ripped in half right now. He lets them use him, not like he could do much else.
The two make him cum over and over again, rubbing his clit until he’s so sensitive he sobs whenever he’s touched. Still, they don’t stop, even as Vitalasy is shivering and shaking in their hold, whimpering and begging nonsense as they use him. He’s sobbing weakly, his entire body twitching with each small movement as they fuck him. Branzy is groping his tits again, squeezing and pinching his nipples, obviously enjoying the weak little moans it gets him.
Clown cums first, dragging Vitalasy as close as he can get and cumming deep inside of him, holding him there for a few moments before he pulls out. Branzy cums not long after, doing basically the same thing. They clean him up a bit, wiping the mess off of his thighs with a rag before pulling him between them, cuddling him and whispering gentle, soothing words. Vitalasy relaxes, allowing them to soothe and pamper him as he falls asleep.