Hello lovely readers! We are back with another chapter!
I know! Two in less than a week?! Well, PhynixQueen, my lovely co-writer, was bored. It's a love/hate relationship when she's bored because then we get fast updates on some stories but slow updates on others. (*cough* Selfless Love *cough*) Still love you though, bestie! If y'all's have a chance, make sure to check out her ongoing fanfiction based on the 'Ghost' (Swedish Band) fandom! She's got two completed books and is the middle of a third! Seriously a good read!

Without further ado, we present the 4th chapter of this story, once again focusing on plot more than anything.

Fair warning, this chapter deals with the aftermath of being drugged and holds a rollelrcoaster of emotions.

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Heat chased after the car until it disappeared around the corner, calling out for you even as his heart broke. Doubt and worry filled his mind, mingling with the emotional and physical pain he felt, hissing when he reached up to touch his throbbing cheek. You had been so sure last night in what you wanted, had been more than okay with Kid and Killer fucking you and Heat pleasuring you with his mouth and hands once the other two were spent. You'd passed out then, from the release Heat gave you before he could take you as well but he'd been okay with it. Hoped that the events would lead to possibly more with him once you woke up today, or at least would maybe open you up to the idea of pursuing a relationship with him. He held that same hope when he woke up only to be disappointed when he found the bed vacant of you, but when he saw you again downstairs? He couldn't contain his reignited happiness when he saw you downstairs, but after? He just didn't understand. How could you not remember what happened? He's seen you drunk numerous times, but it's never affected your memory. Not like that.

Looking down the street where the car had turned he heaved a sigh and started walking back to the house. He's halfway back up the front sidewalk when Wire comes running out, fiddling with a set of keys as he goes to his motorcycle.

"Wire?" Heat calls out to him, picking his pace up to a jog, reaching his husband as he throws a leg over the seat. "Wire, where are you going?"

"I'll be back," Wire says as he starts up his bike, walking it back down the driveway but he seemed distracted. Not quite all there. "I... I need to check something. I just hope I'm wrong."

Before Heat could ask any more questions Wire was on the street speeding away leaving him even more confused than he already was. That confusion only grew once he made it back inside, seeing Kid and Killer loudly arguing with one another.

"I told you I don't fuckin remember!" Kid yells, slamming a fist down on the counter as he stands from the stool he had been sitting on. Even from the front door Heat could see the redhead's entire body was trembling with rage.

"You seriously don't remember her kissing us? Or us all going upstairs where we fucked her?"

"No! Why would I fuck her?! She doesn't mean shit to me like that!" Kid clenches his hands against the surface of the counter as he braces against it, shaking his head. "I remember telling off that asshole Law. I barely remember us all out back, but that's about it! I told Wire that too when he asked, and you were right fuckin there when I did so why are you grilling me now? Fuckin bullshit is what it is!"

"It's not bullshit!" Killer roars back, throwing his hands up in his exasperation. "You heard what Wire said! What he thinks happened! And if that's the case, then we all fucked up!"

"What does he think happened?" Heat cuts in, that worry back tenfold as he looks between the two. Killer takes a deep breath, letting it out as a slow exhale as he tries to calm himself before turning to Heat.

"Wire thinks she was drugged."

"W-what?"

"She doesn't remember what happened after a certain point in time. Kid doesn't remember last night either. Also explains why Kid feels like he's got a hangover when we all know he doesn't get them."

"But... but drugged?"

Killer nods and leans against one of the kitchen counters, reaching up to drag a hand down his face. "Kid snagged one of her ciders from her hand and drank about half of it. Wire said he saw someone help her with getting a drink open before he went upstairs to use the bathroom. Besides when she asked me to help her with one, that's the only time any of us saw someone else open a drink for her. He thinks it was spiked then."

"Yeah," Kid says gruffly. "Went to bug the shrimp when I saw someone talkin to her after Wire went upstairs. Didn't know it was Law at first, thought it was some other punks. Guess that coulda been the same drink."

"I don't..." Heat struggles to process this all. It was all too much at once, and it made his head and heart hurt even more. "Drugged? In our own home? But why would Wire kn-"

Heat cuts himself off when realization hits him. He knew why Wire would know, and it also explained his earlier demeanor, but the other two had no idea. He'd only ever told Heat about that bit of his past, of how- no! He couldn't focus on Wire's past right now. He had to think about you and what this meant. How someone was bold enough to drug his woman in his own house! But... that brought a whole new ache to his chest. He couldn't exactly call you his woman, not now, and after last night, probably never. What he did know, though, was that he would beg you for forgiveness when you got home. If you came home.

"Heat? Hey, you're zoning out over there," Killer's voice breaks through his thoughts, drawing him back to the now. "Why would Wire know? What haven't you told us?"

"It's not for me to say. I'm... I'm gonna go upstairs. I can't focus right now."

Killer gives him a weary but understanding look before nodding, pushing off the counter to dig in the freezer. "If you hear from Wire before us, keep us updated, okay?"

Heat simply nods and heads upstairs, bypassing his room and going into yours. Clothes were strewn over the bed from your rushed packing, more piled on the floor, but other than that everything looked like it was including where Spitz was on the bed where Heat had set it upon waking up. It was that plush he grabbed and held to his chest as he sat on the edge of the bed, no longer able to keep the tears from his eyes, quickly devolving to an emotional mess. His chest ached, not just for his missing husband, but for you. If Wire was indeed right and you had been drugged, then last night should have never happened. What joy he'd felt at finally being able to have even a fraction of you like he wanted was replaced with guilt and remorse and he could only imagine how you felt now.

Laying down on your bed as he cried into the dragon, he held onto the hope you would be okay and find it in yourself to forgive him, even if he couldn't find it within to forgive himself.

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Wire sat on his bike, parked in the university parking lot where he had a clear view of a familiar car, waiting for classes to be let out. He'd seen the car that picked you up, but it wasn't Law's, which meant that he was either busy with his own gang, or at the college. He was glad he checked here first, but not knowing the Surgeon's schedule, all he could do was wait.

It took a couple hours, a glance at his phone before he slid it into his back pocket told him that much, before the first of the summer school crowd started heading out towards the parking lot and once he spotted the familiar tired looking man he dismounted his bike and, using his long legs to his advantage, quickly made his way over.

"Law!"

The dark haired man paused in unlocking his car, his body going stiff as he looked over towards him. He lowered his cell and locked the screen before sliding it into his pocket as he turned to face Wire.

"You have a lot of nerve showing your face here. Tell me why I shouldn't just run you over with my car right now."

"She was drugged."

Needless to say, that's the last thing Law expected to come out of his mouth and it instantly threw him into confusion, his body tensing further.

"What?"

"She was drugged, Law. Last night."

"How do you-"

"She has no memory after a certain point. Head hurts like a hangover but it's not. Confusion. Disoriented."

Law's eyes narrow as he regards the tall man. A quick recollection of what he knew from his studies, it could be plausible, but he couldn't know for sure. Not without testing. It still didn't explain how Wire had come to this conclusion.

"That still doesn't explain why you think she was drugged."

"Remember when Kid came up to you two and took her drink? Chugged like half of it?" Wire asks, and Law gives a slow nod. "Well, someone helped her open that drink. I think it was then that they tried drugging her, because Kid has the same symptoms. He can't remember last night either."

"And what exactly happened last night?"

He watches as Wire's expression somehow falls further and shifts to one of remorse before he lets out a sigh.

"We didn't know at the time. Couldn't have even guessed.... Otherwise we wouldn't have... Not with her."

"What did you do to her?"

Wire shakes his head, swallowing thickly at Law's ice cold tone of voice. "I did nothing but watch. I watched while... while Kid and Killer fucked her. Heat pleasured her, too, but didn't get a chance to fuck her before she passed out."

If Law was outraged, Wire couldn't know since the man's expression didn't change. It wasn't until he suddenly lashed out and grabbed hold of his jacket in one hand and tugged down with enough force to send Wire off balance as he was jerked down and in the next second he was on the ground with his back against Law's car, the side of his face throbbing from the punch Law gave him.

"I told you last night you four had to keep her safe! And what do you idiots do the first chance you get?" Law growls out, his fiery eyes narrow as he lowers to a crouch to be at Wire's level. "If she was indeed drugged, then she would have acted no different than being severely intoxicated. Who in their right mind takes advantage of someone like that? I sure as shit wouldn't have expected you four to stoop that low. Not with her."

"She didn't seem that intoxicated. Not at first." Wire reaches up and wipes away a small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. "And if it was the drug I think it was, it took a while to really kick in."

"How do you know so much about drugs like that? How do I know you wouldn't give her something like that yourself?"

Wire's eyes harden at the insinuation, his aching jaw clenching. "Because I know what it's like to be drugged and used and be left with no recollection of it. I suffered for years because of drugs like that. I would never use them on anyone, let alone her."

Law's expression softens ever so slightly as he regards the other man before he scoffs and stands tall once more. "It's still no excuse."

"She's with you, isn't she? Or at least one of your men?"

"She's safe, and that's all I'm telling you."

"That's all we care about right now. That she's safe."

Law pulls out his phone, ignoring Wire and tapping out a message as the tall man slowly rises back to his feet. Wire hears his phone chime after a moment, and once done replying, Law pockets the phone once more.

"I'll take her in and test for anything abnormal, but until she wants to go back, I'll keep her safe."

"Let us know the results. Please."

Law hums and pulls out his keys as he opens his door, pausing a moment before talking over his shoulder. "If you think Kid was drugged because of her drink, he needs to get tested too. I doubt he'll come in, but if you can get a urine sample to my lab I can run the proper tests."

Wire nods and steps away from the car as Law starts and revs it before backing out of his spot, and once the coast is clear he guns it out of the lot. Once out of sight, Wire pulls out his own phone from his back pocket, frowning at the now cracked screen, but he ignores it to unlock it and type in a message to Killer. He doesn't wait for a reply before storing it in a different pocket and walking back to his bike.

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"Is the chocolate turnover not good today?"

You blink out of your thoughts to look up at the large man looking down at you with a frown, a tray tucked under one arm and a carafe of steaming coffee held in his free hand. He was tall, taller than Heat but shorter than Wire with thick white hair pulled away from his neatly groomed bearded face, an orange bandanna tied around his forehead and he wore an orange apron over a black shirt and jeans.

"What?" It takes a moment for his words to fully register before you give him a small smile. "Oh, sorry Bepo. I'm just.... not really here mentally right now and forgot all about it."

"You know you can talk to me if you want to," he says softly, setting the tray and carafe down before taking a seat next to you, reaching over to rest a hand on your thigh but as soon as it makes contact you jump and flinch away making him quickly draw back with an apologetic frown. "Sorry. I've never seen you like this and it worries me, little one."

"I-I'll be okay. Better once Law gets here."

"I told you you can rest in the back office if you want. You know I've got a nice little setup back there."

"I know." You shoot him another smile and reach over to place your hand on his as it's now resting atop the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But I don't really want to be alone and you've gotta stay out here to work. I'm sorry coming to get me made you close down for a bit during the morning rush."

He flashes you a warm smile that makes his blue eyes scrunch as he turns his hand over to hold yours, giving it a gentle squeeze in return. "I'd close down any time or day if you needed help, (Y/n)."

"Thanks Bepo. Would you mind if I connected to the private wifi?"

He gives you a confused look before shrugging. "Thought you already were? Didn't I give you the password years ago?"

"Yeah," you say, reaching into your bag to pull out your tablet and wireless keyboard. "But I still wanted to ask before just using it."

He gives you another warm smile and a soft laugh as he rises to his feet and gathers his things along with your empty cup before focusing back on you. "Anything I have, it's yours. Just let me know if you need anything else."

"Thank you Bepo. Maybe a drink when you've got a chance?"

"Your usual?"

"Always! No one makes it like you, Sugar."

You see him blush behind his thick white beard and giggle as he quickly shuffles away before turning back to your tablet, making sure you were properly connected to his private wifi network before sitting back to decide what you wanted to work on.

Emails first, you decide, navigating to the proper app where you checked first your personal email, seeing several announcements for upcoming shows for your favorite band mingled with a few junk emails before you switch to your professional email not expecting anything, but there was.

Tapping on the screen you open the message and read it's a commission request for an event that wants a new mascot design for this year's convention along with web design work to include it as a banner for their website. It's been a while since you got a request like this but you were happy to have something to focus on. After typing out and sending a reply confirming you'd be honored to work on the project along with sending a reminder of your fees you close the app and open your drawing app, unclipping your tablet pen from the kickstand to get to work.

You're so focused on sketching out a rough design, the rest of the busy cafe fading to the background, that you jump harshly when a large cup of your favorite Frappuccino, loaded tall with extra whip cream and caramel drizzle, is set next to you, a familiar tired looking man taking the vacant seat with a steaming mug of his own.

"It's nice to see you too, Jumpy."

"Law!" You say with a sigh, patting at your chest as you shoot him a small smile. "Hi. Sorry, I was super focused on this."

He hums with a soft laugh and reaches over to rest his hand on yours. In a moment the easy care-free demeanor is gone and replaced with one of stern worry as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

"(Y/n)-ya, what happened?"

Oh, how like Law to jump right to business. Couldn't he just let you enjoy his company, even for a minute?

"I.. I don't know. I don't remember much of last night, and this morning I woke up next to Heat, which isn't that unusual since we've randomly slept next to each other ever since we were kids, but then Wire and Killer kept talking about last night and asking if I was okay, and then Heat came down and he asked if I was okay and I was so confused..." Your breath hitches as a fresh wave of tears threaten to build in your eyes and your hand clenched into a trembling fist under his. "K-Killer said... said that... He told me they slept with me last night. Like, slept with me, but I don't remember that. At all, but when I woke up I hurt down there and then Kid came downstairs with my missing prosthetic and... and..." You can't keep it back anymore, covering your face as you curl in on yourself and start to cry, ignoring the fact you were still in the busy cafe and more than one person was looking in your direction with confusion. They're quick to look away when Law shoots them a glare. He realized, though late, that he probably should have taken you to the back to somewhere more private before asking.

Realizing his error, he gathers up your things and stores them in your bag, slinging it over his shoulder before going to your side, helping you up. You lean into him as he leads you behind the counter and through the door to the back area and to the spacious office where he sits you down on the couch. You catch a flash of orange as Bepo brings your drinks in and sets them on the table before hastily retreating, closing the door behind him.

"(Y/n)-ya?" You wipe at your eyes and sniffle, looking up to see Law crouching in front of you, his gaze soft as he rests a hand on your thigh near your knee. "What is the last thing you remember from last night?"

"I kinda remember... remember slapping you and Kid and storming out and going on a walk with Robin and Nami, but after that? Not much. I know I went home, and I think I stayed with the girls but it's all hazy or blank after that."

"And this morning? How did you feel physically?"

"Achy, and my head hurt like I had a massive hangover. Borderline migraine. And... and my hips and, uh, well. I hurt. Not a bad pain, but... yeah."

"And you remember nothing else?"

You shake your head, slightly frustrated at his questions, but you force yourself to not get mad knowing he was only asking to see if he could figure anything out, if something sparked his vast wealth of medical knowledge that could maybe give you answers. His next question threw you for a slight loop, however.

"Did you get and open all of your own drinks last night?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Your drinks. Did you get and open them all yourself?"

"Yeah, I think so? Wait..." You stop to actually think about it, going over what you did remember before your eyes widen slightly in remembrance. "No, there was one bottle I couldn't get open, and someone took it from me and opened it. One of those guys you helped scare off. Jack? James? I can't remember his name, but yeah, he opened one for me."

Law says nothing but looks up at you, his eyes hard and focused and if you didn't know him like you did it might unnerve you, but after a moment he lets out a soft sigh and takes your hand again.

"(Y/n), love." Oh no, he only called you that when he was really serious about something, or had something important to say. "I think you may have been drugged last night."

You blink at him, the words taking a while to sink in but once they do, it only makes you more confused.

"What? You think I was what?!"

He nods with a sigh, his thumb moving in a soothing manner against your thigh while he takes hold of one of your hands. "I think you may have been drugged. I've seen you party. I've seen you drunk and witnessed the aftermath, but based on what you do remember, and your symptoms, it's the most plausible thing to have happened."

"But.. but drugged? You can't be serious!"

"I won't lie to you, I wasn't the one who originally thought about that being a possibility."

"What do you-?"

"Wire."

Your face relaxes a moment before your eyes narrow, lips turning down into a deep frown. "What about him?"

"He came to the campus. Waited for me to get out of class. He's the one who suspected it."

"Why would he? I don't understand."

"After Bepo came to get you, he realized Kid had the same symptoms. No memory of last night, disoriented. Complaining of a hangover."

"But Kid doesn't get hangovers... Drunk, sure, but his metabolism is too high, burns the alcohol off before it can really enter his blood stream, especially since he only really drinks those cheap beers. He'd have to, like, chug a huge bottle of vodka in one go to even have a chance of getting a hangover."

"Exactly."

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait." You pull your hand free to lift both to your head, rubbing at your temples. "But that doesn't explain why Kid would have the same symptoms if I was the one that was drugged."

"He took your drink, remember? Chugged it before getting snippy with me."

"Oh. Yeah, he did do that, didn't he?"

Law nods and slowly stands back up before stepping back to lean against the wall, arms crossed lazily over his chest.

"We can find out."

You give him a look of confusion and he continues with a sigh.

"Come with me to the lab. If you give me a urine and blood sample I can have it analyzed. It's at the hospital, so if you..." He trails off with a sigh, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. "What happened last night, there's no way you could have consented. You weren't in your right mind due to the drug, so if you wanted to get examined, properly examined and make a report, we could do that."

"Report as in..?"

"As in get the authorities involved."

"No!" You say quickly before he even finishes his sentence, shaking your head. "No cops."

"You do realize that what happened could be considered rape, right?"

"I... no. No! I won't do that. I hate that whatever happened happened. It makes me sick to even think about it, but no! They're my brothers, Law. Drugged or not, I must have told them it was okay or it wouldn't have happened."

"It shouldn't have happened at all! (Y/n)-ya..." Law steps back over and lowers himself to a knee, holding your hand tightly as he looks at you, his bronze eyes focusing on yours. "I know you care about them as more than the brother's they've been all these years, but no matter how you spin it, it's not right."

"I'm not saying it was! But no matter how I feel now, I won't do that to them, so don't ask me to."

He looks at you, eyes flicking over your face but he knows you won't change your mind, so with another sigh he relents with a nod. "Alright. You know I won't force you to do anything, but as a doctor I still needed to tell you of your options."

"I know." You reach over and gently cup his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek. "I'll consent for the tests to see if I was indeed drugged, but that's it."

"Alright." He reaches up and holds the hand that's on his face as he leans up to press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's get your things and head over to the lab. We need to do the tests now before the drug has a chance to leave your system."

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"It's positive."

You stare at Law as he turns on his stool, flipping through the few papers that the printer just produced, your heart dropping.

"I... I was really drugged?"

He nods, his frown deepening as he reviews the two new sheets resting on the printer tray. "Kid's test came back positive too. That means whoever opened that drink for you last night also drugged it. It would also explain why they were so adamant in talking to and staying near you. They were probably waiting for it to kick in so they could kidnap you or worse."

"I was drugged..."

You just couldn't comprehend it. Someone actually for real drugged you. In your own house no less! Everyone knew the boys weren't to be messed with, their stature and presence already a loud statement that told others they weren't people you wanted to cross, and nearly everyone in the underworld knew of the Kid Pirates. Pirates are what the gangs here on Grand Line Island called themselves because of their lawlessness and crime activities. That meant they also knew you were part of their family, and by extension, not someone to fuck with or go after. Or, at least you thought it meant you would be safe. This whole ordeal was giving you serious doubts about it.

"What... what do I do now?"

"I think you know only you can answer that, (Y/n)-ya," Law says with a sigh, setting the papers on the counter before turning back to you, propping his elbows on his thighs as he leans forward to look at you. "What do you want to do?"

""I..."

What did you want to do? You were still so caught up in the fact that you'd been drugged that you couldn't really process much right now, but even knowing that, it didn't suddenly erase the fact that what happened last night still happened. Even if you and Kid didn't remember it, the others did. You knew they'd see you differently now. They already acted differently with you this morning, and the thought of it all still made you sick. Yeah, you'd wished for years that things could be different with them, especially with Heat, but now? How could you forgive him, forgive any of them for what they did? How could you move past this?

"(Y/n)-ya."

Law's soft voice brings you out of your thoughts and you look up at him, his silhouette blurry from even more tears you didn't realize had formed and when you blink them away, feeling them roll over your cheeks in thick hot trails, a sob breaks out from the back of your throat. Next you know you're enveloped by his arms, held tight to his body, crying into his shoulder as he holds you. You feel safe there, like nothing could hurt you and it helps to ease you but it still takes several minutes for you to calm down enough to stop crying so hard. He still holds you as you sniffle and wipe at your eyes, and when you're ready you pull back with no resistance.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"For crying so much. For being such a mess right now."

He gives you a small smile as he cups your face in a tender gesture, his thumb brushing over your cheek to wipe away your lingering tears before he leans up to press a kiss to your forehead.

"(Y/n), love, you have nothing to be sorry for. You know I'm here for you if you need me. Day or night."

"I know... But I still feel like a burden."

"I assure you you aren't a burden. You have never been a burden, nor will you ever be."

You trail your eyes over his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes mingled with a flash of emotion you couldn't place before he gives you a warm smile. They were so rare for him. Genuine smiles in general, but this one he wore right now? It was the one he always gave you and it made your heart ache.

"I don't want to go home," you eventually say in a soft whisper, shifting to lean into him again, your head on his shoulder. "Could I, I mean, would it be okay if I stayed with you for a bit? I don't want to go back. Not yet, and... and maybe..." You sigh with a sniffle, quickly wiping at your eyes again as your chest feels tight. "Maybe not ever."

"(Y/n), love, you can stay as long as you like. My home is your home."

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"Hey, guys!" Killer calls out into the house as he frowns down at his phone screen, his eyes hard and narrow. "Kid! Heat! Get down here, I got the results."

He hears soft thudding above his head, coming from your room as Heat rolls out of your bed and makes his way downstairs. Killer's eyes softened slightly seeing how red and puffy his eyes were, how dull they seemed and noted how he had his arms crossed tightly over his chest as though he were trying to hold himself together. He was not handling the aftermath of what happened well.

Heat walked the few steps into the living room once he reached the bottom of the stairs and sat heavily on the couch, curling in on himself with his eyes focused on the floor as he gave a sniffle, reaching up to wipe at his face again. Killer wished he knew how to comfort him, but he also knew no matter what he said right now his brother wouldn't hear him. Not fully, at least.

Instead he refocuses on listening for Kid, stifling a groan when he hears nothing as he walks over to the foot of the stairs, resting a hand on the railing.

"Kid, get your goddamn arse down here!"

"Fuck off, Kil!" Comes a reply before the toilet flushes followed by a brief running of water before the bathroom door opens with a bit of a slam. "Can't a guy shit in peace? Fuck!"

Kid stomps down the stairs, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Killer, face set in a deep scowl. Killer just rolls his eyes and steps back into the living room, motioning to the couches and Kid flops down in the longer of the two, stretching out looking bored.

"So what the fuck is going on? Why all the shouting?"

"I got the results of the tests back. Law was considerate enough to text them to me." Killer pulls out his phone again, unlocking it as the front door opens, Wire walking in. He takes a brief look around before quickly closing the door and going to sit next to Heat, pausing a fraction of a second seeing how badly his husband was doing. He didn't have time to ask if he was okay before Killer cleared his throat, so Wire simply took his seat and reached over to rest a hand on Heat's thigh in a comforting gesture.

"Both tests came back positive. (Y/n) was drugged, and Kid has it in his system because he drank the laced cider."

"Fucking what?!" Kid shouts out jumping back up to his feet with a look of outrage and shock. Next to Wire, Heat lets out a whimper as he hunches in more on himself, his entire body trembling as he holds back a new wave of emotions. Wires frown deepens and he pulls Heat into him, placing a kiss to the top of his head.

"I can't believe you were right, Wire." Killer sighs and rubs a hand over his forehead before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Someone at the party either didn't know who we were or didn't care and slipped a drug into (Y/n)'s drink."

"We need to find out who and teach them a fucking lesson!" Kid growls out, his lips pulling up into a snarl as he clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles popping.

"Calm down," Killer hisses at him. "We have no way of knowing who it was. Not without (Y/n) to tell us, but I don't think she will. Along with the results, Law sent a message."

"What'd he say?" Wire asks, still trying to soothe and comfort Heat who now held his face, his shoulders shaking as he cries. Like any of the others, he could be cold and ruthless when he needed to be. Shove down his emotions to focus on what he needed to when the time called for it, but in the safety of his own home? He never kept those walls up, letting his emotions go because he knew he was safe with his brothers and they wouldn't judge him.

"He said, 'Even with the results of the test, though possibly even more so now because of it, she does not feel safe to return due to what you did to her. Despite that, no further action will be taken. She will remain with me until such time that she feels ready to return, if she does at all. Unlike you, I will keep her safe. I will coordinate a time with you in which I can bring her to retrieve anything she's forgotten to ensure you four will not be home at such time. I also ask none of you to contact her until she contacts you first."

"The fuck does that mean?" Kid asks, resting his weight more so on one leg as he crosses his arms once more over his bare chest. "No further action will be taken?"

"It means," Killer says with a sigh, moving to sit in one of the chairs, elbows propped on his knees as he rubs at his face. "That she thankfully decided not to report what happened."

"I'm still confused."

"They're saying, Kid," it was Wire who spoke up after taking a deep breath, "that she's not going to report us for rape."

Heat lets out a harsh sob, fingers gripping tightly at his hair as he fervently shakes his head and in the next second he's on his feet running back up the stairs with Wire calling after him. He doesn't chase him, however, letting him go, flinching when he hears a door slam followed by the muffled sound of Heat crying loudly.

"But.. but we didn't...? You told me she said she wanted whatever happened! If she said that last night, it couldn't be... couldn't be that!"

"Yeah, Kid. It could be." Killer sighs again and looks up at the redhead with sad eyes. "Because she was drugged, what happened with us last night would be considered rape to the cops."

"I don't... I don't understand." Kid says softly as he slowly lowers himself back to the couch, brows furrowed, but if one looked close enough you could see his amber eyes shimmer with the telltale sign of building tears.

"Did the result specify the drug used?" Wire asks after a few quiet moments as everything sinks in, turning his eyes away from the stairs to look at Killer. He pulls out his phone again, scrolling a moment before giving a nod. He opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by Wire. "Was it Rohypnol?"

"How did you..?"

Wire takes a slow deep breath, and then another as he thinks about how he could answer the question without divulging his past to the others. It didn't matter how long he's known them, he didn't want to know what still haunted him all these years. He decided it was best to explain similarly to how he did to Law, keeping it short and brief.

"I've been drugged with it before," he says softly, looking away from the other two, unable to look them in the eye right now. Even that little bit was so hard to admit and say to them, especially knowing Killer could probably fill in the gaps. "More than once. Rohypnol is known as the date rape drug. It's odorless and tasteless when dissolved in drinks. It relaxes you, both physically and mentally. Even a small dose can last anywhere from 8 to 12 hours. When you're dosed with it, it makes you compliant and open to suggestions on top of making you lose control of your inhibitions. It's why she was so forward last night. Why she told us she wanted last night to happen, because deep down she did. Law told us how she felt about us, but she's been too scared to do anything about it. It also causes amnesia, hence why she and Kid can't remember last night. I know how she is when she's drunk. I should have seen she wasn't herself! I should have realized something was wrong when she was slurring so bad!"

"Wire, this isn't your fault. None of us could have known, and that includes you."

"No, it is! I knew you and Kid were out back. I knew Heat wasn't in the house leaving me the only one to watch after her, and I still took my eyes off her!" Wire feels his throat grow tight, his face twisting to a pained grimace as he roughly scratches at the back of his scalp.

"Wire." He jumps lightly, looking up to see Killer crouched in front of him, hand reaching out to rest on his arm. "Yes, this never should have happened, but this isn't your fault. And I'm sorry that has happened to you too, but you were the one to figure it out in the end. We would all still be so lost and confused, unable to figure out what happened if you hadn't, but now that we know we can focus on going forward.

"I can tell you aren't doing well right now. None of us are, but right now Heat needs you. I'll message Law, try and get more info on what crews could have access to such drugs and start looking into who could've done this. Kid." Killer turns to the redhead, getting his attention. "Go get dressed. You're with me today."

Kid heaves a sigh and a half hearted grumble but gets up and heads towards the stairs anyways. "Whatever..."

"You'll let us know if you find anything, right, Killer?"

"Of course. Take care of Heat. It's been a long time since I've seen him this bad."

"You know I will. Good luck."

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"Heat?" Wire knocks on your door before easing it open. He hadn't been in their room, so he knew this was the only other place he could be. "Firebug, are you in here?"

He hears a sniffle for a reply, the voice box in the dragon plush triggering followed by a whimper. It made his heart ache.

Walking into the room he carefully kicks aside discarded clothes, being careful not to spill the mug of tea he prepared for Heat until he can sit on the edge of your bed, setting the tea on the nightstand. Shrugging off his sweater and kicking off his boots he lays next to Heat, turning on his side to face him, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed a bit.

"Issac?" Heat sniffles and looks up at Wire from behind Spitz, cheek covered in tears, his exposed eye red and puffy from all the crying when he uses his birth name. Wire frowns lightly at it and scoots closer, wrapping his arm around both the plush and his husband. "Issac, dear, I can't begin to help you if you don't talk to me."

It takes a while before he hastily wipes at his face, pulling back slightly to free up his hands which shake as he signs to Wire. 'We fucked up so bad.'

"We didn't know."

'She's gone. She won't come back.'

"We don't know that for sure." Wire lifts a hand to gently brush some of Heat's blue hair from his tattooed face, tucking it behind his ear. "She'll come home when she's ready."

'You didn't. You ran away.'

"Issac... What happened last night... It's not like what happened to me. You know that."

'Isn't it? She didn't... and we... Even I...!' Heat's face crumples, his breath ragged as fresh tears well in his eyes. 'I've wanted even a fraction of her for so long, and last night made me so, so happy. Gave me hope that maybe, just maybe it would open her up to the idea of pursuing more with me because you know how badly I want more with her, but now?

'She slapped me. When she ran out of the house earlier I tried to grab her and she slapped me. I've never seen her look so scared, not like she did when she turned on me.'

"She was scared, Issac. It's... it's hard to describe how someone feels after they've been drugged like that. I know I felt used every time it happened, and not because I truly was used. Heartbroken even though they did it over and over again. I never knew when they would drug me, and every day I prayed that they wouldn't. That... that they'd see how wrong it all was and maybe, just maybe, that would be the day they realized they actually loved and cared for me instead of seeing me as an easy way to make money.

"I'm not her," Wire says after a moment, giving a soft sigh as he fights off his own tears at the memories clawing their way to the surface once more. "And her situation is so different from what I went through, but I can assume that yes, she is scared. And she's confused. She knows we would never intentionally hurt her. That we wouldn't force her into a situation like that, but it doesn't change the fact that it did happen."

'I wish I could see her. Could talk to her and tell her how fucking sorry I am.'

"You need to give her time, Issac. Time to not only process what happened, but to figure out what she wants to do." Wire sighs softly and slowly, carefully pries Spitz from Heat's grasp, moving the dragon to the space behind him so he could shift even closer and pull Heat into his arms, holding him tight to his chest. "That's all we can do."