He blinks a bit before sitting up. He pulls the cover up, seeing his pants are gone...He's in his boxers, and his knees have been bandaged.

It had to be Victor right?

He gets up slowly, searching for a pair of sweatpants to put on with his white t shirt. Once he's dressed, he exits the room and there sits Victor at the kitchen table.

There's no doubt now. It was Victor who grabbed him.

Victor: "Ah, you're awake." He says softly, and Crip stares at him as he walks closer.

Crip: "You drugged me?"

Victor smiles a bit, white teeth flashing.

Victor: "Don't be like that. I had to get you out of there."

The truth is...he isn't mad. In fact, he's grateful. Victor said he was going to leave him behind, but in the end, he didn't do that at all.

Victor: "I've got to report back to Red."

He says, and it's obvious in his tone that he thinks Crip is angry at him.
Victor gets up to leave, only stopping at the door when Crip follows him.

Crip: "W-wait...I'm sorry.."

Victors eyes widen a bit, and he turns around quickly to face Crip.

Crip: "I'm not mad...actually I'm grateful. You said you wouldn't wait for me, but you did. So..thank you Victor."

Their eyes lock in that moment, and Crip can't tell what's going on in Victors mind.

Crip: "I can't offer much, but...if there's anything you want, I'll-"

Victor: "Oh, I get a reward~" he says, smiling with that cocky grin.

Crip freezes. Oh shit. He didn't really mean it LIKE THAT. Good god is that how it came out?!

Victor: "I'll settle for a kiss~"
He chimes, lingering over Crip, enjoying that deep red blush across his face right now.

Crip lifts his head. It's just a kiss. He's done it many times. Nothing to it.

That's what he told himself, but once Victors lips touched his, it was obvious this wasn't just a peck. His breathing hitched, and Victor brings his hands up to the back of Crips head, holding him firmly as he makes an absolutely mess out of their lips.

It isn't long before he slips his tongue across the bottom of Crips lip, and then he's inside of his mouth, tongues wrestling, even though Crip knows damn well he doesn't stand a chance against Victor. He can barely breathe, and somewhere along the way his hands started pressing against Victors chest, in a desperate attempt for air. He's scared, but also aroused.

Finally, Victors phone starts ringing, breaking up the passionate kissing. Crip pants, almost in shock. Victor stares down at him, blue eyes narrowed as if he was in a trance the entire time. He pulls his hand up, wiping his mouth before he fishes out his phone, answering it, "Yeah...On my way now."

He hangs up, and gives Crip a moment to catch his breath. Then he leans in, whispering in this raspy, sweet voice, "Thank you for my reward."

With that he leaves, and Crip immediately locks the door, and sinks to the floor.