"Why... why the fuck do I have to do this?!"

"Because it was your idea. Suck it up princess."

Green snapped, hands fully gloved and his slender eyebrows pinched in concentration, irritable as he went about cleaning their messes from last night. Gold would've laughed at how personally Green was taking this but feared he would get a dusty broom to the face. Dust plus hangover was NOT a good combo- especially in the morning; Morty and Falkner had cleared that one up very quickly- inhaling a shit ton of carpet dust due their inability to walk on their own feet and legs and had subsequently crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Face first.

Gold had found the whole thing fucking hilarious but soon sobered and went to help his bro up, totally leaving Falkner to fend for himself because... bros before hoes. And... stuff...

And Falkner was the biggest hoe he had ever seen.

Green didn't understand bro speak and had wondered why the amber eyed male was calling Falkner a gardening tool and had reprimanded the raven haired male on how bad it was to call people names. Morty was still too potted to even begin to explain it himself and Silver in a moment of touching kindness had tripped over nothing, the air, which was also fucking hilarious, to the struggling Falkner and curled up beside the bluenette like a faithful pet whilst the navy haired archer coughed and spluttered curses at them as he pet Silver's knotted hair with the air of a small child who didn't know if it was better to tug or yank.

Gold wrinkled his nose and Green sent him another dirty look- Gold merely made a face back and Green lifted the broom threateningly. Gold clicked his tongue and looked back at his task a whine building in his throat.

"But it's so boring!"

"DEAL WITH IT."

Green hissed his eyes burning slits. Gold sighed and looked back at his hands in dismay- Green was not any happier today than he had been last night and Gold knew the psychologist was gearing up to give them one hell of a lecture later.

"I hate thisss..."

Gold moaned through his killer hangover as he sat at the mahogany dining table with a glass of water perched on his thumbs. The cool glass was heavy on his thumbs and Gold swore this had to be the most torturous thing he had ever done concerning his thumbs in his life; in fact it was really making him appreciate said opposable appendages much more now that he realised he could do such important things like... balancing glasses of water on them and stuff... Gold almost dropped his head with a defeated sigh but refrained from doing so lest he upset his seemingly endless and impossible task. Red had come back last night as he obeyed Green's calls and after surveying the damage before him had agreed instantly to deal out all due punishments when they woke as of today. Green had then happily sent the four to bed -allowing Morty and Falkner the fold out sofa bed in the thrashed living room for the night after they had cleared up all the dire messes and broken glass.

Pikachu was totally sitting on his feet right now licking his humongous bollocks with the air of much satisfaction and peace with the world. Gold was rather jealous the cat was getting it good whilst he was stuck balancing a fucking glass of water on his thumbs. Gold let out a suffering sigh- Green sent him a look that suggested a spanking later. Gold looked round the room, Falkner was kneeling in the corner where he had hid with the potted plant and was quietly cursing out every single thing he swore was conspiring against him before helping Green clean the suite up. Morty was showering. Gold wanted to crack his neck badly but found that if he did... he could potentially upset his glass of water.

Now that they had all woken and were suffering the worst hangovers ever Gold still felt like last night had been the best damn thing ever- not to mention the memory Gods were shining down upon him and had gifted him total memories without any blanks. Which was a beautiful bonus because Silver wanked was fucking adorable- forever emblazoned into his mind's eye- also when drunk Silver was pretty hot as well. Silver was actually as of now, curled up on the chair next to him just showered and smelling of kiwi and wrapped in a fluffy robe- Silver suffered the most his face screwed up lightly in a scowl of pain, his eyes tightly closed as the light just hurt too much. Red sat across from them with an enigmatic smile twiddling his own thumbs and Gold swore the scarlet eyed man was mocking him; Green had given the awkward antisocial the task of punishing them all and Gold had to admit he had been doubtful at first but Red was downright cruel.

This was so much harder than it looked and he was still tired and his head was hurting like fuck- Green was still sleeping but Red was not giving out painkillers anytime soon- in fact he was sitting on the Tylenol with such determination that the hawkeyed male swore they were going to have to do a 'cavity' search on the silent man in order to retrieve the medication. Gold mildly wondered if this was abuse.

Yeah.

It probably WAS a but judging by the way Red was hiding a tiny smirk behind his sketchbook as he drew the scene before him, Gold KNEW that Red knew that this was downright violation of human rights and morals. Gold swore he was going to sue Red and possibly Green after his torture was over- accuse them of slave labour and breach of rights. Pikachu curled in a little more on himself as he continued to worship his furry testicles likes they were the last pair of testicles he'd ever see in the world.

Muffling another moan Gold took a split moment to considered whether or not he was genuinely sober or not- the only time he seriously ever thought about filing lawsuits was when he happened to be intoxicated on some degree.

Yet... this kind of punishment was... creative to say the least and plain wicked.

He wasn't allowed to let this glass of water spill over for an hour, if he failed he'd have to start all over again at the next hour or half hour. It didn't help he had been roused at 5 am in the morning to start and he'd tipped the glass over three times. Apparently he was getting the worst of the punishment because he had suggested the idea of mixing dares and spirits together with three other rather hormonal young men with healthy sexual libidos. Gold hissed as he nearly overbalanced the glass AGAIN. It was unfair, Silver had just fully woken up and it was 8am and Red believed the act of getting up and showering had been punishment enough for the redhead. He had to admit though watching Silver get up had been a special treat- certainly seeing as Silver rarely liked the mornings- he fucking hated them with a passion and seeing the beautiful pale skinned redhead get up with a hangover was a thing of sheer beauty.

It had been extreme.

It really had been, there just were no other words to put it. Silver on a normal day waking would moan and insist on another five minutes which was adorable and ended up normally as a thirty minute full blown groping session complete with snogging and cuddling which as a result would often make them late for their respective jobs. Silver waking on a shitty day after bad sleep or previous really shit day or if he was sick, would often curse out the nearest person and list everything he hated about them before apologising and giving a consolation hug which eventually lead into a heavy groping session if said person happened to be named Gold Hunter. If it was a weekend he would wake up at his own pace and would often be ready to get up and would get up instantly all smiles and possibly even a song- Silver wasn't a bad singer at all, he just felt self conscious whenever pressed to show his skill.

But... this version of Silver was just... explosive with a hangover in the mornings.

Kicking the pillows across the room, followed by a screech of horror (Gold liked to call this screech of horror- 'Silver's squeal of angst') which ended up with the bed covers getting flung aside in an impressive sweep. Cursing out a stream of vulgarities that would've set the very air alight with flames hot enough to melt everything it touched within seconds they were so foul, Silver had crawled out of their suite bed and clawed his way to the bathroom his hair a wild mess and knotted all over the place and his eyes slit thinly to prevent the harsh morning sunshine of the obnoxious June summers of Sinnoh to blind him and the slivers of molten mercury that was visible through his dark lashes promising bloodshed if one dared approach him before his personal goals of looking presentable were disrupted.

Morty's punishment was he couldn't touch Falkner for the rest of the day, or at least not until 6pm. The blonde had gone off to sulk, Red was scary when you defied his orders and if you wanted to stay living or with your balls intact... you listened to Red, the mechanical pencil he was currently drawing with was a valid tool for castration- or at least that's what Green had confirmed. On the other hand, out of the lot of them Falkner was faring quite well without his overly sex-hungry boyfriend groping all over him. His punishment had been lines- Falkner hated tedious tasks especially things like reading and writing- Falkner had told Silver before that one rarely found him reading at all- reading was a nerd thing, something Morty would do- and that the navy haired archer was most likely to be found practising his chosen sport or playing videogames or cooking- Falkner adored inventing new recipes for them all to try. Thus Red had set Falkner masses of lines to write out as if he were in school detention- he had to write out the line:

'I will not strip and hide butt-naked by a potted plant.'

Over and over- at least 20 pages double sided of A4 (which meant Red was being an asshole and he was doing 40 pages in total) and he had to write in black ink and fit the phrase 4 times on each time. Red was checking- if he spotted one line that was less- Falkner would have to start that page again. It was a hard task seeing as the navy haired archer had such little patience for such things, not to mention he was more interested and concentrated on recalling the previous night. Silver had patchy memories and Falkner didn't remember much at all, all he remembered was there was booze and stripping and the 'Bad Touch' involved- and that someone had a supremely gay phone ringtone.

Gold marginally offended had told the hung-over archer that that 'gay ringtone' was his. Falkner had laughed but shut up after realising laughing took too much effort and in all aspects- hurt his throbbing head like shit.

"Am I done yet?"

Gold whined, he had to be nearly finished with this onerous task. Red glanced at the clock.

"10 minutes."

The scarlet eyed man informed him, Falkner had gone back to doing his 'lines' now- he had been allowed breaks which again in Gold's opinion was unfair- Green breezed past his hair immaculate as well as his clothes- the bag full of glass held carefully in his hands. The hawkeyed male growled in his throat. He had to get this done.

Now.

Staring hard at the glass as if willing to shatter it with his very mind Gold waited, and waited. His hard work paid off and Red reached forwards to pick the glass off his poor abused thumbs. Grinning dopily Gold stretched and flexed his thumbs, feeling good now that he had completed his 'punishment'. Morty was now presentable in his freshly laundered clothes thanks to Green and his meticulous pet peeves- Falkner was speeding through his lines and Gold had never seen the archer look so dedicated to his cause. Silver was curled up cursing out the world and how much he hated the brightness of it all. Yawning Morty said nothing as he slumped next to the stocky teen at the dining table before thumping his head down in a perfect mimic of Silver who was laying with his head resting in a hideously awkward position. Wondering if he should tell them to change to a more comfortable pose Gold decided against it- Silver was vicious when tired and Morty looked like he could kill with his eyes alone. Humming Gold tilted himself back in his chair gently closing his eyes and enjoying the quiet morning as Green went about his businesses in a fairly quiet manner.

The peace lasted a while and Red's pencil scratching away at the paper as he sketched each of the semi sober boys before him. Falkner swore under his breath and Silver groaned into the mahogany table, Morty copying him in perfect harmony as they vented out their hopeless situations vocally yet incoherently. had he been more awake Gold would've laughed at their pain, yet he was suffering the same thing and thus would've been self defeating.

"Silver?"

Gold pressed and the redhead grunted in reply.

"How do you feel?"

"Total bullshit."

Silver growled, his voice hoarse and tight from the alcohol he had consumed the night before, Gold smirked- yep that was pretty much how the rest of them were feeling right now except Red and Pikachu. Because in all reality those two never actually gave any fucks.

"Headache?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Back and sides of my head."

Silver muttered sullenly and Gold cracking his knuckles all together in a harsh rippling popping noise, slid his fingers through the glossy dark red hair before finding Silver's scalp, the pads of his fingers massaging gentle circles into Silver's throbbing head. Sighing content and blissfully Silver closed his eyes and his shoulders immediately relaxed. Gold surprised at how easy this had been and just how many knots and kinks were present in the pale redheads' lithe back.

There was a soft knock and Green after assuring the boys that if they misbehaved in the presence of strangers or guests he would tear them a new one. Yet the visitors turned out to be Crystal and Blue with Ruby peeking round their skirts. Green addressed them in the hallway, explaining the room was a mess but Blue having none of it marched straight on in. Gold got up off his chair and crouched down allowing Ruby to run flying into his arms, giggling. Scooping the albino child up Gold hugged him and Ruby tugged on thick wiry unruly hair in a greeting. Falkner glanced over and then back at his lines before throwing down his pencil and standing up rebelliously to join Morty who was slouched over the table.

"Hello monster~"

Gold murmured as the pale child messed up his hair further- Blue was currently hunched over Silver petting his head trying to get him to wake up from his deadened state and Green was explaining to Crystal in hushed tones what had happened to the suite, casting the still four hung-over males' dirty, dirty looks. Ruby tugged on one of Gold's ears in admonishment, the hawkeyed male hissed at the slight pain.

"Not a monster."

The child pouted before tapping the strong muscled shoulders before him and Gold smiled, correcting himself before settling the child on his shoulders for a piggyback.

"Of course you're not. You're Ruby."

"Yes. And don't you ever forget it you peasant."

Ruby sniffed as he perched on Gold's strong shoulders, snorting out a laugh Gold craned his neck to look up at the boy who peered back down at him imperiously. Man, had school taught the albino some attitude or what? Yet that aside, Gold was proud though that the physical differences of being an albino hadn't deterred Ruby at all from learning and making friends and of course, gaining some serious attitude.

"Who are you calling peasant eh?"

Gold walked round the room as bit before pulling the boy down to tickle him. Ruby squirmed giggling madly, his small white hands flailed as he tried to get the amber eyed male to stop his attack. Soon after seeing he was tickling the boy into tears of laughter Gold ceased before stepping back and sitting on his knees to let the small child clamber over him to poke at his lean hard muscle in awe. Flexing slightly from moving to accommodate the small boy on his lap, Gold chuckled patting the albino on the head affectionately as he stared some more at the smooth movement.

"One day if you work hard you can get stronger."

Gold told him and Ruby blinked, his pinkish red eyes wide with wonder (Explaining later it was because he wanted to save Wally whenever he fell- because Wally was his princess and he had to learn how to kill dragons). Blue was now with Crystal and Green watching them both on the floor with dewy eyes. Silver had moved to the sofa bed and was lying down on it looking very much dead to the world. Pikachu padded over and Ruby shrank back at the sheer size of the cat- Gold had to admit Pikachu was rather intimidating as a solid muscular tank of a feline. Reaching out Gold beckoned the cat to come and Pikachu padded over to sit at his side, purring as he rubbed up against the tawny eyed male. Ruby somewhat spooked peered round Gold's other side as he watched his 'big brother' pet the large animal.

"He's not scary."

Gold informed the boy and Ruby wrinkled his nose as if unsure as Pikachu yawned, showing off rows of sharp white teeth. Red had come over now as well and was sitting on the floor watching his cat. Reaching out Ruby touched Pikachu's handsome whiskered face quickly before retreating. Pikachu flicked an ear as if that was nothing and was demanding more stroking. Gold tuned into Green's conversation with the two ladies as the psychologist seemed to forget all his animosity towards the four hung-over boys, the trio seemed to be quietly arguing over something:

"We need your help with something, the bride- she's so nervous!"

Crystal said worriedly and Green raised his eyebrows at the peppy woman in astonishment.

"Well that's perfectly normal, it is a life changing event after all, why can't you or Eusine sit down with her? I'm a little bit... busy with these boys."

Green said 'boys' as if the word physically disgusted him and Crystal shrugged helplessly.

"She won't take my advice telling me I've never gone through a big white wedding, which is true, Eusie and I just signed some forms- we never needed such a ceremony to know we love each other- anyway, Eusine is too busy in the decorations department. He loves that sort of thing too much... So perhaps you could...?"

Blue took over her voice slightly pleading, her deep blue eyes however held some degree of humour as if she knew her old therapist could help and would help because he was well and truly a total darling.

"Please Green, she's near hysterical and you're the only one who we think can do it."

Green ran a hand through his hair and sighed torn between his job, his duty and dealing with four naughty semi sober young men.

"Ladies, as flattering as that is I just... oh alright."

Turning he narrowed his verdant eyes in warning at Falkner who was lifting damp blonde bangs from Morty's wane face and staring goofily into his boyfriends' magenta eyes; Morty grunted and nosed Falkner's gently. Silver was passed out on the sofa bed and Gold and Red were still introducing Ruby to Pikachu.

"You are all free to go, but I want you all back here by 5pm in order for me to give you the lecture of your lives. AND NO RUNNING. I will find you."

Green stared pointedly at Morty who in return ignored him, sniffing in disdain Green pinned Red with a silent order and the scarlet eyed male smiled lightly and nodded. Green then beckoned to the two women and Ruby after reaching up on tiptoe to kiss Gold on the cheek ran, scampering after his foster mother. Rubbing his cheek, vaguely amused at Ruby's antics Gold went over to Silver and slid his hands up his slender waist, cold now from resting them on the cool marble floor of the suite. The effect was electrifying, Silver jerked violently and whipped about his hair pooling round him as he eyed up Gold with a mixture of horror and annoyance.

"Touch me with your fucking cold hands again and you die."

Silver growled. Gold saw this as a challenge and did so, with a hiss Silver leapt on him tugging him down onto the rumpled sheets to bite an angry kiss into his throat. Yelping Gold drew back, reaching up to brush his fingers over the spot, alarmed when blood dashed his fingertips.

"Holy fuck, Silver!"

Silver bared his teeth as he stared up at the hawkeyed male.

"I told you, touch me you die."

Gold sighed, wiping his bloody fingers on his shorts before leaning down carefully to place a gentle kiss to the shell of Silver's ear, Silver yowled in anger, seriously not wanting his authority undermined, and any kind of bodily contact even if it was the person he loved most, he was still riding out on the awful headache and it made him pissy. He just wanted to suffer quietly and alone. Gold however was not having any of it and held the redhead down physically, restraining him. Silver was so bipolar Gold wanted to cry with despair.

"You are such a bitch, Silver."

Falkner commented with a laugh as he surfaced from staring googly and sappily into Morty's deadened gaze, Gold choked back on his own laugh as he let his lover up, knowing he would be left without balls if he did and Silver glared at him and was about to make some snappy retort when Falkner cut over his almost rage. (Gold was glad he did otherwise he would've been subjected to painful verbal castration leaving him with almost no pride left to speak of). Falkner picked at his thumb cuticle as he spoke:

"Want to go vent your anger on some targets? They have an archery range here! We can go now, literally."

The navy haired male looked so excited and Silver shut his mouth and poked Gold in the nose instead, gave the offer some serious though before nodding. Falkner grinned hugely before giving Morty a hearty ruffle through his mess of blonde hair stood to stretch before beckoning to the redhead. Casting Gold a fleeting look Silver seemed to go through a mental failure the softened his expression and bent down to swiftly press a kiss to the bite mark he had inflicted upon the golden eyed teen.

"Sorry. I get angry when people go against my wishes in the mornings, especially when I'm hung-over."

"It's ok, I was being a pest."

"I know."

"But I'm a loveable pest right Silv?"

"...Yeah."

"Aw~ You guys are so sweet!"

Morty had surfaced in order to be nosy and was looking over at them blearily his tone half sarcastic and half genuine and Gold flipped him off good naturedly. The blonde blinked as if he didn't understand what Gold meant by such a rude hand gesture. Gold stuck out his tongue impishly.

"Sorry bro, couldn't hear you over just how amazing I am."

Morty returned the rude gesture and then repeated it for good measure.

"You wish. Fuck, you're such a cuntbag Gold. I swear if your ego wasn't as massive as your jackhammer of a penis you'd be more tolerable."

Gold rolled his eyes with a smirk evident on his lips and patted Silver gently on the thigh as the redhead stood, ready to go with Falkner to shoot some arrows. The archer was buzzing with energy now that he didn't have to do Red's punishment any longer and was looking forward to shooting some arrows with his best friend- it was something they hadn't done in a very long time.

"Have fun..."

Morty mumbled as the two slid on their shoes, after bidding their respective partners goodbye the two were gone. Morty looked at Red who looked at Gold who stared back at the two blankly.

"Now that the good ones are all gone, what the fuck do I do now?"

Morty muttered more to himself than anything Gold reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the hotel guide and flipped through to the sports, leisure and recreation pages. Scanning them swiftly Gold tossed it aside and looked at his two remaining company. Red coughed lightly and in his ever present monotone:

"Mini putt."

Gold and Morty stared at him awestruck. Morty looked at Gold who grinned.

"Dude. You're a fucking genius!"

Gold exclaimed and Morty groaned- he hated mini putt, he sucked at it- the angles and degrees on the tiny courses irked him and he often got too frustrated to play till the end. However Red was actually looking like he wanted to go play some godamn mini golf. Morty still unimpressed did not want to play.

"Convince me as to why we need to play such a infuriatingly boring past time of a game?"

The violet eyed male asked dryly and Gold smirked archly before responding without missing a beat.

"Winner gets to make the other two his bitches for the rest of the day."