Inquisitormaster One shots (fluff/smut/ angst)

🩸Drugged🩸 (Sorluca)

I used a plot generator fr this and I thought it would be ok but it's definitely not so I apologize.
Ships:Sora x Luca
Genre:Smut and angst
Word count:4931
Warnings:Smut/Rough sex/Drugs/Kidnapping
Description:The squad are kidnapped and Sora is Drugged

“W-Where is this?”

“I don’t know,” Luca murmured in response to Sora’s mumbled question. He was scarcely awake himself, eyes clearing to a vision of them in a white-walled room. There was a fence in front of them, keeping them in, more white walls on the other side and no one else to be seen. No one but him and Sora.

Speaking of Sora—

Luca’s head pulsed as he turned it, coldness of the bathtub pressing into his wrist. And Sora was, for some unknown reason, directly inside said bathtub.

He looked terrible.

His face was flushed red, sweat beading along his forehead and neck, eyes half-lidded. He was squirming around slowly, body twisting in the bathtub like he was searching for something he couldn’t find.

Luca was on his knees immediately. “What’s wrong?” He asked, shuffling over to Sora’s side of the bathtub.

“I don’t—it hurts,” Sora moaned, tossing his head back. His short hair was damp to the touch too. Luca ran his hand from Sora’s hair to his skin, almost flinching back at the feverish heat of it.

“Okay, wait—” He looked around desperately, but there was really no one there. They were all alone. He took in a breath, filling his lungs, and then shouted. “Is anyone there? Help!”

Sora let out a complaining moan, eyes squeezing completely shut.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Luca murmured, returning his hand to Sora’s hair. Sora always took comfort in touch.

If he listened closely he could hear voices through the walls, faint but then getting louder and—

That was the squad. That was his friends.

“Guys!” He yelled, without thinking. “Guys!”

There were shouts in response, but too many, so many that they were making his head pound. Sora was clearly not feeling any better, from the screwed-up expression on his face.

“Everyone, shut up !”

…that was Levi for sure.

“Thanks, Levi.” Now that the rest of them were quiet, Alex’s voice came a lot more clearly, though she was clearly still shouting to be heard. “I think we’re trapped in here,” the leader said. “Find a way out.”

Right. Luca could, faintly, remember going on a walk and then everything going dizzy, blurry. He’d woken up here. It was his fault, in a way. But now they were locked up—that meant someone had put them in here.

And then there was Sora to contend with.

He looked worse off than before, writhing violently. He’d chucked his jacket off on the floor in a clear attempt to cool off, though that didn’t look like it was working very well.

“Are you sick?” Luca hissed. Because there couldn’t be a worse time—what if their kidnapper was a torturer? A sadist?

“No, I—” Sora let out another low noise, beginning to fumble at the waistband of his pants. Luca kept his eyes firmly fixed on the other boy’s face as he talked. “I drank it.”

Luca stared at his face. “You drank what.”

“I woke up a little while ago—I was still kind of out of it, but I saw this man on—on the other side of the bars—” He pushed his pants fully off his legs, tossing them outside the bathtub. Yeosang didn’t look at the expanse of long, pale skin revealed.