Idk just go with it

Janus stood stiff in front of Roman, near trembling with anger. Once again, the two of them were fighting over what was best for Thomas. Except for the fact that Roman wouldn't listen to anything Janus had to say, only insisting that he was wrong because he was a villain.

"Roman, you aren't seeing the bigger picture!" Janus yelled.

Roman laughed. "I see the bigger picture of everything, unlike a small-minded villain like you!" Janus opened his mouth to argue further, but Roman put up a flat hand to silence him. "I'm tired of this, Jekyll and Lied. I have more important things to attend to."

Roman began to walk away, and Janus grumbled loudly. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" Roman announced unapologetically. "Stress makes my poor little tummy work faster."

Janus widened his eyes, and a lightbulb lit up over his head. "You have to piss?" he asked mischievously.

Roman paused outside of the bathroom and turned to Janus. "Rude, but yes."

Janus smiled. He thought of his hypnotic powers that he could use on the other sides whenever he pleased. He slowly raised his hand for Roman to see, and prepared to snap. Roman suddenly looked scared for the first time in their fight.

Janus laughed. "When I snap my fingers, you will forget how to use the bathroom, and will be forced to hold your piss until you wet yourself."

Roman's eyes widened. "Janus, no-!"

Janus snapped. For a second, Roman stumbled back and blinked as if a gust of wind blew him over. Disbelief and terror spread across the face and he stood in front of the bathroom in shock. In a flash of red and white, Roman dashed into the bathroom, and Janus heard groans and struggles. After a solid minute, Roman stomped back out.

“This is not funny, Janus.” Roman grumbled. Janus chuckled.

“I beg to differ,” he sighed. “After all, if you’re going to throw a tantrum like an infant, perhaps you don’t deserve the adult knowledge of being potty trained.”

Roman’s face turned red, and he marched toward Janus. “I am NOT just throwing a tantrum. I demand you give me back my…” Roman looked down for a second, flustered, and lowered his voice. “You know…”

Janus looked at the ceiling in mock thought, and took a deep breath. “Hmm… no. I don’t think I will. I’m quite excited by the thought of the mighty Prince Roman crying on his knees, begging to be allowed to piss, just to be denied and taunted.”

Roman’s eyes widened, and Janus suddenly came to an interesting realization. Alongside how quiet Roman had gotten, there was a small tent being created in his pants. Janus smiled, knowing that he wasn’t the only one who found this exciting.

“Oh…” Janus chuckled. “Does my little prince perhaps enjoy being helpless?”

Janus took a step towards Roman, and he took a frightened step backwards. Despite his obvious fear, there was a smile tugging at his lips. That, paired with the lack of a safeword coming from his mouth, was enough for Janus to keep going.

“How badly did you need to go, little Prince?” Janus teased with a smile.

Roman gulped, continuing to back up as Janus advanced. “I-I…” he stuttered. He paused and crossed his legs slightly. “A lot…”

Janus frowned in mock disappointment. “Oh, tsktsktsk, little Prince. It’s never good to hold it that long. You never know what could happen.” Janus grabbed Roman by the shirt and threw him onto the couch beside them.

Roman groaned deeply when he hit the cushions, gripping his crotch with sudden urgency. Janus flicked his eyebrows up.

“Oh, was that a bit difficult to hold in?” He teased. “Well…” Janus took threatening steps towards Roman, slowly leaning over him on the couch. “Let me give you a hand then…”

Janus jerked his hand down and pressed against Roman’s stomach. Roman let out a loud whine and he tried to wiggle away futilely. Janus held him down with his other hand and two legs as he thrashed about.

“Janus!” Roman gasped. “Janus, I know this was fun, but I’m really gonna—“ he cut off to moan through gritted teeth as Janus pushed a tad harder. “Please, I’m not joking, it’s too much…”

Janus titled his head thoughtfully. He enjoyed the tease, and the look of Roman’s eyes rolling back into his head from the strain was beautiful. But, he figured it was time to relieve Roman of his suffering, in his own way. Janus leaned his face close to Roman’s until his mouth was by the princes ear.

“I know you aren’t joking…” Janus whispered, pausing for a moment to nip at Roman’s earlobe. “But neither am I,” Janus growled with a chuckle.

He pushed as hard as he could on Roman’s abdomen, delighting in the high pitched squeal that left the princes lips. Roman bucked his hips helplessly as he whined and moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. Almost immediately, Janus felt warmth just below his hand, and he chuckled.

“Oh look at how the mighty prince falls,” he teased.

Roman was panting and whining as he let go. He couldn’t hold back anymore, and all energy he had drained out of him. Janus almost felt bad for him. He would feel bad, if it weren’t for the utter joy Janus felt at the sight.

Once Roman was finished, he fell limp against the couch, out of breath and face red with embarrassment. Janus gently leaned forward and landed a kiss on Roman’s forehead.

"Right now?" Virgil whines, eyes lingering shut as he's pet, before he forces them open again. 

Logan nods, answering "right now. I can tell him no, of course, but I figured I'd at least present the option to you, just in case." 

Virgil hums, as if debating the options. on one hand, he was extremely comfortable on Logan's thighs, and doesn't really feel like moving. But on the other, he knows that he'll be carried, and he knows that he'll receive so much pleasure, albeit a few insults and a little bit of rough manhandling because that's just how Remus is.

The real question Is whether or not he accepts.

Logan waits for his answer, but does turn back to his work, and Virgil hears the light scratch of a pencil on paper while he waits.

The sound essentially serves as white noise, and almost puts Virgil back to sleep, only for Logan's thumb in his hair to bring him back to full consciousness. 

Clearly, neither of them are rushed, but Virgil still feels a little bit of pressure to get an answer out fast, and so after a few minutes of shaking himself awake, he gently pats Logan's thigh and expresses that he's willing to go indulge Remus. 

Logan nods, though he stays silent, and seems to be finishing up a paper. In a matter of minutes though, he finishes, and Virgil is gently scooped up into Logan's hands as he stands.

Virgil watches as Logan hesitates, probably debating over whether or not he should get changed, before realizing that Remus is just going to strip him down the same way that he's going to strip Virgil down. So changing into more clothes, or at least more modest clothes, didn't really make sense. 

After that brief internal quarrel, Logan's fingers curl protectively around Virgil's tiny body, and he's held lovingly against Logan's chest. Such gentle actions would be more familiar coming from Roman or even Janus, but Virgil was slowly learning that Logan had a secret soft side that was only really seen in private. It made Virgil feel all the more special that he got to experience it firsthand.

Despite the fact Remus wouldn't care if they were to just walk in without even bothering to check if he was decent, Logan still knocks on the door and announces his presence. There's heavy clatter on the other side, as well as brief screaming that's cut off almost immediately, before Remus is throwing open his door. Humid air seems to rush out, hitting both Virgil and Logan head on, as Remus stands in the doorway, partially nude and extremely sweaty.

"Logan! Virgil!" Remus exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air excitedly. "So glad you guys decided to join me! I was hoping you two would accept!" His hands flap in a happy stim, before he's grabbing Logan's free hand and pulling him inside.

Logan is then immediately pushed on to Remus's bed, with Remus crawling on to it afterwards and sitting on his knees, leaning forward as if expecting to see Virgil too. He looks impatiently between Logan's face and his cupped hand, before loudly asking if Virgil is still asleep. 

The irony of the question being asked in such a tone actually serves to make Logan huff out of laugh, before he's tilting his hand in a way that Remus can see a little man sitting inside of it. The sight of Virgil makes Remus grin, before giddily clapping his hands.

"I have so many ideas," Remus announces, as he swipes Virgil up into his own hands.

Obviously, he's still a tad bit careful, but compared to Logan he's a lot more reckless. In his day-to-day life, he operates under the impression that their invincible simply because if they die they'll come back again tomorrow completely unharmed. *But,* he's also aware of the fact that Virgil would rather not be killed in any sort of way, and so has to be mindful of how rough he can be while Virgil's in such a vulnerable state. 

The first thing he does, is pull Virgil's clothes off of him, before tossing them onto the floor, not seeming to realize the fact that they're going to be hell to find later due to the mess on Remus floor. In the process of getting Virgil naked, Remus's eyes flick towards Logan, and he asks "aren't you going to strip for me, too?"

His voice is low, and somewhat threatening, and though it makes Logan flush, he doesn't offer Remus any reaction, instead doing as told and ridding himself of his own clothes. Remus seems to be pleased with that obedience though, and with a delighted hum he carefully sets Virgil on the bed in front of him so he can throw off his own shirt and pants, bare skin shamelessly on display for the other two to see. Logan is a lot more reserved, and though he's just as naked, he sits with his thighs pressed together, regaining some dignity. Meanwhile Virgil stays curled up as best he can. He's not uncomfortable, more so just shy.

The fact he's so shy makes Remus coo, before prodding at Virgil's body and eventually pushing him onto his back using only his pointer. With his bare chest and thighs on display, Remus slides his nail over the expanse of Virgil's pale chest, before circling around his cock, which was growing harder by the second.

"Whore," Remus states, in a sing-songy voice. Clearly, he's just trying to tease, but as Virgil looks towards Logan's face, he sees that Logan's paying rapt attention to him too. His eyes hungrily look Virgil up and down, and Virgil can tell his mind is racing over what he wants to do to Virgil now that they're in a sexual situation. Virgil can't help blushing a dark red at the thoughts of what they were going to do to him. 

"What should we start off with, huh?" Remus asks, though it's unsure whether his question was directed towards Logan or Virgil. he keeps talking though, clearly not caring who answers, so long as he gets acknowledgment. "Do you want me to grind against you? Do you want me to shove your head against my cock and make you worship it? I can do that. I can do anything, and you, *both of you,* will willingly take it like sluts." 

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth while Virgil's hands come up to hide his face, losing himself underneath Remus's gaze. 

"Awww, you're so cute," Remus coos, before his pointer finger suddenly presses against Virgil's cock, earning a surprised moan as Virgil's head falls against the mattress.

Remus's grin widens, as he looks towards Logan to see that Logan's pressing his thighs tighter together, clearly enjoying the little show that Remus is putting on for him.

"Come here, Logan," Remus then states, finger lifting off of Virgil. Logan scoots forward, eyes training on Remus, clearly awaiting his next instructions. He was simply happy to be following orders, and to be doing things right, as well as enjoying Remus's attention as much as Virgil was enjoying it. This was a pleasurable experience for both of them, after all. 

"You know what we're going to do, right, baby?" Remus asks, as he grabs Logan by the upper arms and pulls him even closer. Logan stares at Remus, trying to gauge his current mood, before honestly shaking his head back and forth. They hadn't discussed this beforehand, and Remus knew that. He just wanted to tease Logan a bit. 

Virgil looks between the two of them, face red as Remus pulls Logan closer and whispers in his ear, sharing the details regarding how they were going to play with their tiny toy. 

When they part, Logan looks red, but determined. Always wanting to be the most competent, Virgil could only assume Logan was already mentally determining how to do the best he could while also figuring out how to please both Virgil and Remus in the process. Their pleasure mattered just as much as following instructions. 

Without warning, Virgil's lifted up off the bed, and dangled by his arms a few centimeteres from it. His legs kick instinctively, but he's not fighting to get away. He actually seems quite interested in his current position, albeit curious. 

With the way he being held, Virgil can only see Remus and not Logan, but he feels movement on the bed behind him. 

Logan's fingers curl around his body, and against his back Virgil feels a moist sort of warmth.

It didn't take a genius to decipher what he was doing. Virgil flushes at the fact that Logan's cock was undoubtedly pressed against his back.

When he sees Remus scooting even closer though, he turns a darker shade of red. With his free hand, Remus grabs his own cock, and give it a few teasing strokes, before he's shoving it up against Virgil's front and letting go of his hands, effectively trapping him between the two shafts. 

Virgil's body is squeezed from both sides by the giants' cocks. A mixture of heat and pressure stimulate his body, and as he hears Remus let out a lewd moan, and starts to feel movement, he realizes that Logan and Remus are grinding against each other, rubbing their cocks together an attempt to get them both off. He can only guess that this was Remus's idea, and he's definitely not complaining.

Not only was the pressure nice, but the constant friction from them rubbing against each other stimulated his own cock as well. his face was smushed into Remus's shaft, and the musk was overwhelming, but he found himself enjoying it. The heat that came with being trapped was a little less bearable, but Virgil found he couldn't focus too much on the sweat when he was too busy moaning from the pleasure.

He hears Logan let out a muffled gasp, and then hears them both moan, and for a moment he's a little bit jealous he can't see the show being put on about him, before the pressure gets more intense and it redirects his focus once more. He sucks in a sharp breath of his own, hoping that he isn't crushed to death between his lovers cocks, before suddenly both Remus and Logan pull away.

He falls uneremoniously onto the mattress, glancing up and panting, as he tries to determine what they're going to do next. He watches Remus shove Logan onto his back, and then watches as they kiss more, before Remus is reaching underneath him to grab Virgil again. 

virtual gasps at the sudden hold, but then he's being kissed roughly by Remus, Remus's tongue darting out to lick over to Virgil's body. It focused specifically on his cock, almost teasingly licking over it, only for Remus to pull him away suddenly and look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you really leaking pre right now?" Remus asks, with a scoff, like he isn't leaking as well. "You're really getting off on being trapped between Logan and I? do you like the smell of sweat that much? The pressure? The threat of semen being spilled onto your tiny body at any moment, effectively drowning you in it? You're disgusting. Fucking whore." Remus spits his words out, before tonguing over Virgil's cock some more, dragging his tongue between the tiny's legs. 

Virgil cries out in pleasure, hips thrusting forward desperately, up until Logan awkwardly clears his throat. 

Remus pulls away from Virgil, which earns a pathetic whine, but with a stern look from Remus, Virgil swallows the rest of his protests. He didn't want to even imagine the punishments Remus would inact on him while at this size. 

"Am I neglecting you?" Remus asks, sounding more like a teasing observation than a genuine question. "Is your pathetic cock leaking too?" 

Virgil hears Logan gasp, paired with the sound of a flick, and he desperately wishes Remus would turn him around. 

"Well, I guess I can fix both of your problems, since you both like to complain so much." 

As if his wish is being granted, Virgil's suddenly turned around, momentarily getting to see Logan's flushed body and leaking cock, lips already swelling from how hard Remus must have been biting them, and a plethora of hickeys already lining his neck and shoulders.

However, Virgil doesn't get to look for very long, as he's suddenly being dropped. 

He hears a whine come from Logan's mouth as Virgil lands on his stomach against the former's cock.

He tries to push himself into a sitting position, or a crawling position at least, but the moment he gets a proper enough stance, Remus's thumb is pushing him back down again, forcing his head against Logan's shaft. 

Both Logan and Virgil let out moans, before Virgil feels the familiar weight of Remus's cock on him again, this time pressed against his back. 

With their new position, the weight is even more crushing, and Remus's quicker, more desperate thrusts on top of him move him back and forth against Logan's shaft. With his own cock trapped between his body and the cock underneath him, the friction he recieves from being grinded back and forth causes him to cry out again, getting a mouthful of sweat as his lips part so he can moan. 

He doesn't care though, and instead finds himself overwhelmed by pleasure. The stimulation against his cock and his nipples feels so good, and Virgil's hands squeeze pathetically at the shaft beneath him, attempting to grab anything solid, though he doesn't latch on to anything.

Instead, the feeling of Virgil's body being moved between his and Remus's cocks makes Logan moan in pleasure, hands desperately clawing at Remus's shoulders. He attempts to pull him closer, and Remus obliges, laying more of his weight against Logan and kissing him hard. With their mixed precome as lube, their cocks slide effortlessly against each other, both of them whining at the feeling of Virgil's body between them. 

Neither of them even realize when Virgil comes. Virgil hardly realizes it himself, only seeming to process it when the overstimulation sets in, and he squirms with a whine, writhing in a mixture of his own mess and Logan and Remus's precome and sweat. 

The grinding against him actually gets more feverish, as Logan and Remus near their own orgasms. He hears Remus let out a gutteral moan, grabbing both cocks with his hands to squeeze them together and stroke them both desperately, causing both Remus and Logan to cry out pathetically. Virgil gasps and struggles to suck in a breath, but the added pressure pleases him more, stimulating his already oversensitive his body. 

His spit adds to the mess surronding him, though it was hardly noticeable. Drool spilling from his mouth mixes with the pre coating his boating, effectively ruining him in the most beautiful way. 

Above him, Remus is coaxing and teasing Logan, who had whined out that he's close.

Virgil doesn't even think about the fact that an orgasm from one of them would completely surrond and choke him, let alone from both of them, and he gets his first taste of it moments later, as Logan suddenly lets out a loud moan, and comes hard over Remus's hand, his own chest, and Virgil's tiny body. 

The come flooding over him surprises him, and the force of it washing over him and spilling into his mouth is so amazingly pleasurable that Virgil comes again. Tears brim in his eyes at the overwhelming sensation, as he struggles to breathe with the added secretions. 

Fortunately, Remus's cock lifts off of his body, and allows him to suck in a few much needed gasps, before the tip of Remus's cock is tapping against Virgil's chest. 

"Prepare yourself, Virge," Remus grunts, hand working quick over his own cock. The warning is meant to be teasing, but Virgil braces himself anyway, pressing his lips together and shutting his eyes, only to feel a wave of come rush over him. Remus pumps an obnoxiously large amount over his body, groaning in pleasure all the while as he strokes himself through his orgasm. When he's finally finished, he pulls away, breathing heavily, before picking Virgil up and fidgeting with him between his fingers. 

Snorting, Remus affectionately mumbles "disgusting," before planting a kiss to the center of Virgil's soaked chest. 

They'll clean up later. For now, Remus sets Virgil against Logan's chest, and watches as Logan's hand protectively curls over him. Grinning, Remus tosses an arm over Logan, hugging him tight.