Author's Note: This chapter occurs two years after the Guardians of the Galaxy volume two events. Warning; This chapter is rather dark.
Rocket Raccoon wasn't just drunk; he was fucking trashed.
Granted, he had an excellent reason for being nearly black-out drunk.
After their small, suicidal crew had saved the prince of a conscious, friendly, if not incredibly arrogant, race of animals close to their ship from dangerous pirates, they were treated like royalty, especially Rocket himself.
The Guardians of the Galaxy not only got fucking paid, but the king threw a banquet in their honor.
It only made things easier for the group when the nation saw they had a half-worlder on their ship.
It also didn't hurt that the king's daughter was a seriously smoking hot young vixen that he couldn't remember the name of if he tried.
If only he were still single.
But Rocket truly loved his girlfriend; Mantis was loyal, caring, sweet, and unbelievably sexy in his eyes.
Not to mention incredibly badass when she wanted to be; even though they were still navigating a two-week relationship, he knew they had each other's back in ways he would never get with the king's daughter.
He had yet to have a fundamental concept of where the others had wandered off to.
After all, they were getting just as shit-faced as he was, and Mantis had gotten up from where she was lying on his lap to go to the bathroom.
Taking a long pull from the bottle of Yagana in his right paw, he glanced over slowly to see the fox walk over to him and giggled at his inebriated state.
"Having fun, Rocket?" She asked as he blinked, his vision not knowing which of the three girls in front of him was asking the question.
"I'd have more fun if my girl could join me, you know?" He hiccuped before taking another sip.
"Oh, I'm sure she'll be here soon. But if you like, I can take you to her?" She teased gently, her tail dragging slowly over his neck as he shivered lustfully.
"That's ok. I'll wait for Mantis here." He responded with a large sigh.
Maybe the alcohol was affecting him more than he thought it was.
"No, no. We can search for your girlfriend together. Why don't you come with me, and I'll help her put you to bed." She asked.
Her voice would have alerted the hairs all over his body if he wasn't so drunk.
"Y-yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I'd love for her to join me in my bed." He answered before finishing the bottle in his paw and wiping the liquid off his lips as he jumped off the table he sat on, immediately falling to the floor like a sack of bricks.
The fox caught him in her arms at the last second as he tried to keep himself from throwing up all over her.
It was nice to have new friends.
She kept a tight grip on him as he stumbled, claiming he could walk even though his body was doing anything but what he was attempting to tell it to do.
His mind was hazy with what was going on around him.
It wasn't until the festival lights darkened and he felt two paws touch the waistband of his pants as he sat on the ground, his back laying on a wall to rest, that he could tell something wasn't right.
"Yo, hands off the merchandise. Only Mantis can touch me like that, got it?" He slurred as he attempted to push her off, feeling his pants sliding lower down his body.
She made a cute little giggle that caused a shiver down his spine, dragging a clawed finger down the front of his shirt.
"Oh, but Mantis told me to get you all...warmed up for her. You wouldn't want to leave her high and dry with how plastered you are, would you?" She questioned as he felt his ears drop, and he frowned.
Mantis wouldn't want him cheating on her, would she?
No, she'd be severely heartbroken and angry if he went through with this, and yet he couldn't deny that the vixen's paws were so damn good as they caressed his hips; her tongue slid up his neck, and he couldn't help but moan.
What she was doing was wrong; he knew that in his mind, but the alcohol and the prospect of sex were overriding his logical side.
He fought back with his last remaining strength, or he feared he would do something that he would deeply regret.
"We should probably ask her if she's cool with this just to be sure, right?" He bargained.
It took all of his willpower to keep her paws from going any lower down his legs as she suddenly snarled in his face, razor-sharp fangs flashing before his eyes as he winced.
"Don't be such a bitch, Guardian. You wouldn't even last five minutes in your state, so let it happen. I'll be quick, I promise, and your little squeeze will be none the wiser." She snapped before he tried to swing the empty bottle he held in his paw towards her face.
She merely knocked it out of his grip with a scoff.
"You know you want this, Rocket." She whispered in his right ear as he gritted his teeth, feeling his pants pulled away against his will and utterly powerless to do anything.
She saw him at full, drunken glory and hungrily licked her lips.
"You want to go get wasted and go to bed." A voice spoke from behind them.
A familiar hand touched the fox's head, and a white glow from a source Rocket couldn't pinpoint shined before his eyes.
The king's daughter suddenly stopped what she was doing, turned, and walked away, completely entranced.
"Have you seen my girlfriend?" Rocket asked as tears trailed down his face.
"Yes, she won't let anything happen to you. Let's get you to bed, huh?" Was the only reply as he sniffed and leaned his head back against the wall, wholly exhausted before he was out like a light.
Mantis carefully put his pants back on and cradled him in her arms as she walked back gently toward their ship.
Rocket Raccoon was many things in his long lifespan as a genetically engineered soldier and mechanic.
Still, deep in her heart, the absolute one thing she knew he was not when he was in a serious and committed relationship.
He was not a cheater.