Forced Into Love (Mike x Vincent)

Part Eleven//Deals//

(Okay ya so I added a little Scott x Vincent in here too.....deal with it XD)

Mike's P.O.V
I sigh and walk into the pizzeria quickly, the time was about two fifty five in the morning. I'm just gonna pick Vincent up and we'll go back to my place. I look all around the pizzeria and I can't find him. I walk into Scotts room to ask him, hoping I didn't wake him up.
"Hey Scott have you seen-" I stop in the middle of my sentence and just stare in disbelief. Scott was cradling Vincent in his arms, stroking his hair as Vincent slept. Scott jumped and Vincent woke up.
"Scott what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I growl.
"Well you weren't here and he couldn't sleep sooooo yeah put the pieces together." Scott shrugs. Vincent groans and gets up out of Scotts arms, his hair was a freaking mess...sticking out in like every direction possible.
"You're a terrible person! Why would you do that?!" I ask defensively.
"Excuse me?! I'm the terrible person?!" Scott jumped up off of the bed. "You're the one who kidnapped him, raped him, beat him and then somehow I'm the bad person huh?! And all I was doing was helping him fall asleep!!"
"Whatever just back the hell off." I shout. "The kid is mine."
"No!" Vincent said suddenly. "I'm...I'm not some dog that you get to order around. I don't love you...Mike! And you don't love me either! All you want is sex." He growls and looks the other way.
There was a moment of silence.
"If. You. EVER talk to me like that again...You know what's gonna happen?!" I scream and grab him by the front of his shirt.
"I...I..." He stutters and looks away.
"That's what I thought." I  state angrily and throws him down.
"What if...I want to be with Scott?" He gets up and looks up at me.
"Come here for a second Vincent....I want to talk to you. I promise I won't hurt you." He hesitates for a moment before following me to outside of the room.
"If you come with me to my house...I'll pay you. Money." I promise quietly and smirk.
"Are you seriously asking me to be a fucking prostitute?!" He whisper yells at me. "No! That's not happening." He crosses his arms and looks down.
"Six hundred dollars for you to do whatever you want with." I continue to smirk. Vincent looks up at me. Like he's changing his mind.
"F-Fine..." He stutters and looks down again. Looking ashamed of himself. "Let's go..."