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Tiger and Brutus were on the dance floor too, and Seong felt his chest unknot. If they had spotted Thomas then they wouldn’t lose him. No way.
Still Seong somehow reached Thomas first, grabbing him by the back of his neck. The skin under his fingers was hot to the touch and he pulled him back carefully.
The man who had been guiding Thomas by the small of his back turned as Thomas staggered backwards until he was pressed into Seong’s chest.
“Thomas,” Seong shouted over the music, glancing between the two. “What are you doing here?”
Those beautiful green eyes were glazed over already, his lips turning down as he tried to focus.
“Hey, get lo-” the man started, the surprise twisting into anger then freezing as Brutus seemed to press innocently into him.
Seong caught Thomas’s glass before he dropped it. “How much have you had to drink,” he asked him, trying to keep his tone even.
Thomas’s eyes went wide and he shook his head, nearly hitting Seong’s in the process.
“It’s okay-”
“Just soda,” Thomas said, the words slurring in the convenient pause before a bass drop.
Seong looked down at the dark drink in his hand, his fingers dipping into the cold liquid as Bat slipped in next to him. Lifting one finger out, he stared in mounting panic as the clear polish turned almost black in the uneven lighting.
“You take care of him,” Bat shouted, taking the glass from Seong. “We’ll handle this.”
“-friends-” Thomas slurred out into Seong’s ear.
“Fucking hell,” Seong growled, looking at Bat as he remembered the reply to his email that morning. “He’s suppose to be at a sleepover with other guys around his age,” he shouted to Bat. “They might be around here.”
“We’ll find them too,” Bat promised him. “This is Vinny’s place. He’ll shut the whole place down before he lets anything happen to minors. Take care of him.”
Seong nodded, shooting the man in Brutus’s grasp a nasty look before pressing Thomas into motion. It made him sick how easy it was, sicker to think of what the intentions of the bastard had been, sickest as he realized the bastard had been dressed much like he had seen Brutus and Bat dress in the past when a Hunt took them to a club: in clothes that would allow them blend in but move with ease.
Thomas whimpered as Seong guided him into the bathroom, turning his face away from the bright light. There was apparently a lull in bathroom needs as the place was practically empty except for very suggestive sounds coming from a stall that had two sets of legs in it.
Fuck my life, he thought as he pressed Thomas toward the bigger stall. That was supposed to be what he was finding tonight. Seong wasn’t going to lie and say he was well experienced in cruising but he liked a casual hook-up. With his work, casual was about all he could get. He was supposed to be finding someone who mutually consented to the idea of making out in a dark corner somewhere, not dealing with a roofied high schooler. “Thomas,” he said as calmly as he could. He pushed the door closed but didn’t lock it. “Do you know where you are?”
Thomas shivered, trying to press into Seong despite Seong’s attempts to get a small amount of distance so he could better look at him. “C-club,” he stammered and slurred at the same time. “Andy… Andy called it Club Head.”
“Great,” Seong said, feeling his annoyance mounting. In the other stall the slurping had stopped, feet shuffling across the ground. He would not feel bad for killing the mood. “Is Andy one of your friends?”
“Uh-um,” Thomas said, looking uncertain. His pupils were so wide that they were almost eclipsing the green. “I’ve known him the longest, I guess. But he doesn’t seem to like me. He ignores me most of the time. Till today-”
Fucking hell, he thought, both at Thomas’s words and the other stall now filling with a rhythmic slapping and barely muffled moans. God hated him. That was the only explanation on why he was getting the audio to club porn while trying focus on getting information out of Thomas and ignoring how good Thomas felt pressed into him. “How many people are here with you?”
Thomas didn’t answer, his face turning red as he looked around at the sound.
“Hey, focus on me,” Seong told him, catching his chin in his fingers and turning Thomas’s face back towards him. The drug was one that hit the system hard and fast but maybe- “Someone spiked your drink,” he told him, guiding him to the toilet and nudging the back of his leg to make him kneel. “You need to throw up.”
“I don’t-” Thomas said, swaying as he dropped to one knee and gripped the edge of a toilet that was practically sparkling by club standards. “I don’t throw up.”
“Well, tonight you need to,” he said, trying to reassure Thomas by stroking his hair and nearly dropping down himself at how soft it was. “You’ll feel better once you do.”
“But I don’t know-”
“Ah-ha, Stick your fingers- Mmph- down your throat,” a voice moaned from the other stall, the general sound of sex increasing.
Seong grimaced as Thomas looked up at him. “He’s right,” he said, still keeping his hand on Thomas’s hair. “It’ll be unpleasant but it’ll do the trick. Just go as all the way back and touch everything in the back of your throat. You’ll find it.”
Thomas swallowed, for once looking very young and turned back to the toilet. Long, thin fingers reached into his mouth and Seong watched as they disappeared to the base knuckles. They flexed as a soft, uncomfortable sound came from Thomas, but nothing else.
