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Waving him to follow, he labeled the rooms, opening Remus' door for him. "I do hope you're not afraid of snakes, or the gays~?"

“Snakes?” Remus grinned and bounced after him. “You have snakes?!” 

Nodding, he smiled. "I shall introduce you after you unpack and we eat dinner?"

Remus flushed dark red. “You want me to eat with you?” His voice came out a little more subdued. 

Janus nodded with a frown. "Yes? It's rather important to me to make sure people I know are taking care of themselves— Just ask the debate team! I bring snacks and water to every practice debate."

“Well…” Remus straightened up with a grin. “Then I’ll help cook!” 

Remus rushed back to the front door and grabbed one of his overstuffed suitcases, which had bursted open upon impact, and dragged it towards his room. Dirty laundry, lewd comics, and crinkled sketchbooks trailed behind. 

Picking up after him, Janus nodded. "That sounds entirely doable…. Split the food budget and alternate dish duty then?" 

“Mhm!”

Remus got all of his shit into his room, and throughout dinner, he had somehow managed to not slobber all over everywhere staring at Janus. He wasn’t… Entirely prepared for his roommate to be so hot and so gay. So he had fallen pretty fast, and then tucked away any notion of his feelings being returned. For safety. 

That was pretty simple, until he met Logan. 

Frowning softly, Logan nearly ran over someone in the sidewalk, stumbling and holding his bag. "Terribly sorry… Do you know where 241 is?"

Remus brightened up. He’d had a pretty shitty morning, what with walking into the kitchenette to find Janus shirtless and somehow Remus spilled hot bacon grease on him, but this boy was extremely cute. Any excuse to get his mind off the embarrassment! 

“I sure do!” A predatory grin slid over Remus’ face as he squinted up at him, the sun in his eyes. “Headed there right now, why don’t I escort you and keep you safe from all the assholes headed that way?” 

"A capital idea indeed… Would that indicate that you are also taking anatomy lab at this time?" Falling into step with the smaller boy, a small smile tugged at his lips. He's too cute… That streak in his hair, the mustache. I want to know how that would feel. Oh, dear.

“Mhm!” Remus’s cheery voice, and his arm wrapping around Logan’s, broke him out of his daze. “Right now and later tonight if you’re up for it!” 

Blushing, he nodded. "Perhaps… See if you can keep up with me as a lab partner and then we can see if you're still up for more~?"

Remus looked up in surprise. His shitty pickup lines never worked! He laughed a bit. “Are you shitting me?” 

"If you are truthfully asking and can put up with my, admittedly very dominating, personality, I see no reason to not try at least a one night arrangement. Unless you were joking and are in fact straight?" He tipped his head gently with a smirk. 

Remus shivered in excitement. When was the last time he was dommed? He ruffled Logan’s hair and giggled. “I can handle you if you can handle me!” He yanked him into class, picking the seat next to Logan and glaring at anyone who tries to sit near them. 

Laughing lightly, Logan hummed, setting up his workspace carefully and nudging Remus to do the same. "Focus, show me how well you take direction. Think of it as an interview for the position you desire~?"

Remus grinned. It was the slyest, shittiest way anyone’s ever convinced him to do his classwork, and he loved it. He couldn’t help going home that day with the biggest grin, rushing around to make sure everything’s ready for Logan’s arrival. 

Logan had a bounce in his step as he collected some supplies before coming over at precisely the time they had discussed, knocking.

Remus threw the door open with a manic grin. “My roommate won’t be home for a few hours,” he said as he grabbed Logan by his shirt and yanked him inside. “Do what you will with that. Bedroom’s this way.”

Chuckling, Logan tugged Remus around to stroke his face. "Mmm, then shouldn't you kiss me, Rem~? Show me how much you want to study with me…"

“Anything you say,” he whispered, and shoved their mouths together. 

Remus hadn’t kissed anybody in a long time— Several years, in fact. He was probably sloppy, and not the best, but he enjoyed it and fully intended on making it up to Logan with his… Obedience. 

Sighing, Logan took him into his hand, guiding their kiss to press him into the nearest wall, encouraging his mouth to open and humming appreciatively at the taste of mint. Remus whimpered softly. He almost wouldn’t mind just doing this until Janus gets home. Logan was more commanding than Remus had really expected, manhandling him around exactly how he wanted, and the way he kissed is nothing short of wonderful. 

Slowly pulling back, Logan cupped his face with a soft look. "Such a good boy for me… Show me to your room, I want to see all of you, my dear. Tell me your safe words, hmm? Also, you preferred term of endearment while you are mine~"

Remus groaned and nearly buckled. “Slut,” he said instantly. “And, uh, colour system. This way.” He tugged Logan into his room with shaking hands. It was cleaner than usual, but Remus was still Remus, and there was clutter spread about that he simply hadn’t thought of until then. 

Chuckling, he hums. "Perfect… my little slut~!" Giving another deep kiss in praise, he gently spanked Remus' ass. "Put some music on and strip for me, show your dom what he's working with~"

Remus hurried to plug his phone into his speakers with an excited grin. 

Sitting on the bed, he hummed. "Make me want that ass more, my slut… "

Remus stripped for him, and it wasn’t exactly a tease so much as it was Remus impatiently tugging off his clothes and looking at Logan with wide, validation-seeking eyes. 

Sliding his legs apart, showing the erection tenting his pants, Logan crooked his fingers. "Good boy… Help me out of my pants and you can suck me as a treat, my lovely one… I'm finishing in your sexy ass, though~ "

Remus bounded over and knelt between Logan’s legs, impatiently tugging at his jeans. He got them down to Logan’s knees, yanked his boxers down as well, and ducked down to take Logan into his mouth. 

"Oh~!" Fingers tangled in the surprisingly soft hair, he moaned out. "Fuck, Remus~! Such a good little slut, aren't you~"

Remus whimpered around his cock, wanting to respond but not daring to pull off. Instead, he pushed deeper, taking all of him. 

"Yes, you are… Swallow too, Rem… Want to fuck your throat~" Tugging at his hair, he guided the motion to slowly fuck his mouth. 

Remus moaned happily and swallowed every few seconds, though mostly drool dripped down his chin. He let his mind float off, gripping Logan’s hips. Had he ever been in subspace before? He didn’t think so. 

Humming, Logan grinned as Remus relaxed, taking over completely to fuck into his throat. "Such a good little slut… Earning a treat before the main event~" 

Remus mumbled something unintelligible around Logan’s cock, eyes rolling back. 

"Tap once for yes, two for no… Your mouth is full~!" Taking him deeper, he hummed, cutting off Remus' air a little more. Remus gagged and rubbed his cock against the blankets, hips stuttering. He tapped hard, once. Logan grinned, thrusting faster. "Going to cum for master, my slut~? Only after I feed you the treat you've earned… Master cums first unless you have permission~!" 

Remus whined and tapped along Logan’s hips in two-tap intervals, hips hunching. 

"You beg so prettily… How can I refuse~? Cum for me, Remus~ " Using his mouth and throat, he moaned out, watching Remus fall apart.

Remus sobbed out as he came, nails digging into Logan’s hips. He didn’t pull off, as much as his throat spasmed and his back ached. 

Stroking the soft hair, Logan moaned, tugging to warn Remus as he came hard. "Oh, fuuuuck~"

Remus inhaled sharply and nearly choked, but forced himself to swallow it down with watery eyes, his cock already hardening back up. 

Petting him in apology, Logan moaned out, "Sorry, my slut… Couldn't hold back with the way you came apart for me~!" 

Remus leaned into his pets with a little whine. “It was good,” he rasped, “I liked it.” 

Stroking Remus' face, he wiped away the tears, encouraging him up to his lap. "I'm glad… "

Remus kissed him sloppily, hands rested on his chest. “Need you, master,” he mewled. 

Kissing back, he grinned, petting the wiggling sub. "Mmm, let me get a condom and finish stripping as you present for me, sweetie… I'll let you pick whether you see me or I take you from behind~"

Remus bounced out of his lap with an excited giggle, flopping onto his tummy and tucking his knees underneath him. It was the best position he’d ever tried— He’d never felt anyone deeper. 

Logan laughed as he saw the plug, giving Remus a squeeze. "Good boy… Do you always wear the plug or is that special for tonight~?" 

He flushed deep red. He’d honestly forgotten he had it in… “Mostly just for tonight, but, um… Sometimes, you know…” 

Nodding, he stroked the amazing ass presented to him, sliding on a condom and kneeling up. "You need to feel full, claimed? It's okay, my slut…"

Remus clenched and forced up a manic grin to push away the tightness in his chest. “Nah, I’m just a cockslut! Get going?” 

Humming, he slid his cock over Remus' crack, teasing the plug as he tugs his hair to pull him into a kiss. "Mmm, it's okay if it's both, Rem… I'm definitely down for this to be a repeatable event if you are~ "

Remus can’t help it slip out, in a pathetic little whimper: “I’ve been that good?” 

"Yes, Rem…. so good~" Removing the plug as they make out, he pressed in slowly. 

Remus whimpered and buried his face in the pillows. “Ah… Yes, master, so good!”

Kissing at Remus’ neck, he took the slim hips with a moan, slowly bottoming out and starting to thrust. "So good for me, my pretty slut~! Oh, Remus~ "

“Master!” Remus cried out, thrusting back against him. “Master, harder!” 

Growling, he nipped at Remus' neck, thrusts speeding as his fingers tighten on Remus' hips, bucking into him wildly. "Fuuuck, oh yesss… take my cock, slut~!"

Remus’s legs fell open and he sobbed into the pillow, coming without warning with a little shout. 

Nipping his ear, Logan growled, fucking him through the high without pause. "Mmm, that good, hmm~? Break for me, slut… Shout my name for the entire building to hear~!"

“Logan!” He whined, squirming and gripping onto the sheets. “Ah, Logan, please! Too- Too much!” 

Bending to press deeper, Logan chuckled in his ear. "Unless you use a color you will take it exactly as I give it to you, slut~!"

Remus let out a high whine and thrusted back into him wildly. “I’m sorry, master!” 

"That's a good boy~! Submit to your master, slut… " Working him to that edge again, he eased back when he felt those clenches. "You're mine for as long as I desire to give you my cock and attention~!"

Remus drooled on the pillow as he took Logan’s cock, whimpering. He’d lay himself out for Logan every ten minutes if he asked him to. He realized with a deep fear settling in his stomach that he would do absolutely anything for Logan, just to keep him around. 

Nuzzling his neck and shoulders, Logan spanked him. "Stay in the now even when you're floating, slut… focus~!" 

“Sorry,” he gasped, “I’m sorry, master!”

Taking a moment to kiss his ear, Logan hummed. "I know…. Just don't want to lose you to the past or bad thoughts… Stay here, feel good with me, Rem~!"

“Yes, sir! It’s so good! Can I please come again, please please?” 

Grinning, he sped his thrusts again. "Clench for me, make me cum and you can cum with me, Rem~"

Remus clenched down with a whimper, the pillow under his face soaking wet. 

Moaning out, Logan thumbed him open wider, watching him take his cock deep. "On three, pet…. One… Two…" Remus gasped and fought desperately to hold on. Pressing in deep, he slammed against Remus’ prostate, and came with a moan. "Three~"

Remus came with a sob and a shout of Logan’s name and title, pressing his face deep in the pillow. 

Janus paused with his hand on their front doorknob. Logan…? Is that Remus?!

Logan moaned out and grinned, burning the noise and feeling of Remus coming, laid out under him, into his memory as he filled the condom. He kissed and marked Remus up, hips slowly moving to ride the high. "Oh, gods! Remus, such a good boy~"

Remus moaned brokenly, his knees giving out to leave him flat on the mattress. “Master,” he managed. 

Logan stroked Remus' face and tipped it for a kiss, shifting their positions to settle him in his lap after pulling out and discarding the condom. "Good boy, such a good boy… So proud of you! Show master where the water is, sweetie?"

“Kitchen,” he mumbled, blushing bright red at the praise. “You can just leave me at the table, I can take care of it.”

Frowning, he shook his head, picking him up for more cuddles and heading for the bathroom instead. "No… You're worthy of aftercare, my dear one…" 

“What?” Remus buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “You don’t have to. I can handle it.”

Petting him with a hum as he filled a glass, he smiled. "Remus… Look at me? I would be a terrible dom of I EVER left a sub without aftercare… and I am not that kind of person. You are worthy, and you were such an amazing boy for me!" 

Remus covered his face. “Thank you, master,” he whispered. 

Nuzzling, he smiled. "You're welcome… Show me your face, dear? You need to drink some water…"

Remus obeyed, drinking all the water Logan gave him. He didn’t realize how dry his throat was. 

Stroking his cheek, he smiled, refilling the glass and offering it again. "Good… More. Relax into me, sweetie… Enjoy the care…"

Remus had never had aftercare before. He decided he enjoyed it. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, sipping some more water. Then, as quietly as possible, “I’m hungry…”

Nuzzling, he smiled. "In a moment, dear…" Taking a cloth, he dampened it, cleaning them up a bit. "I know you said your roommate was unlikely to return, but… at least a blanket for you?”

“He’s seen me naked before. I sleep naked, and sleepwalk.”

Chuckling, he nuzzled lightly. "Mmm, for me then? Warmth and softness feels good as you come back to earth after a session, dear."

“Yes, sir.” He blushed and nuzzled back into him. “Anything you want.”

Heart clenching, he sighed. "You're so sweet…" Lifting again, he carried Remus back to retrieve a blanket, making him into a burrito. "Tell me what you're hungry for?"

“Waffles,” he said instantly. “I have frozen ones in the freezer. They’re blueberry.” 

Nodding, he scooped Remus into his arms after slipping his boxers on, missing the sound of the other bedroom door shutting carefully. "Waffles it is, then. Butter, syrup? Perhaps some time I can make you fresh ones~?"

“We don’t have a waffle maker,” Remus said sadly. 

Humming, he lifted his chin. "Ah, but I do… That was an invitation to my place, for next time~"

He lit up. “Okay!” He grinned and pecked his lips. “Sure!”

Kissing back softly, Logan laughed, and got started making the waffles. "Wonderful! You're entirely too precious to be just one night… "

Remus sniffled and forces his grin to stay up. “No… You’re probably just desperate.” He laughed. “I’m an easy fuck, you don’t have to pretend I’m not!” 

"Remus…" Cupping his face, he sighed. "Was it easy to see that we had a common interest in hooking up, yes… However, I also admire your keen mind. I was attracted right off the bat, but I would like to see more of you. As friends, or friends with benefits, or more if that's where the path leads us…"

Remus’ grin faltered as he met Logan’s eyes. It took all he has not to burst into tears— What a shitty, pathetic way that’d be to end their night. “Do you wanna… Sleep over?” 

Gathering him into a hug, he smiled. "If your roommate is okay with it, sure. How about a movie night and cuddles?"

He grinned. “I have a lot of movies! I’m sure Jan-Jan won’t mind, he’s super laid back.” 

Arching an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Must be if he lets you call him that… But I have an idea that you'd call him nicknames even if he said not to?"

Remus pouted. “Nicknames are my love language.” He hesitated, fiddling with his fingers. “Do you… Not want me to call you nicknames?”

Humming, he lifted Remus' face. "Don't magnify my fond tease to an expression of dislike, Rem… I don't mind one bit!" 

Janus listened near the door of his room, debating on going to the kitchen as his stomach twisted into knots. What is this feeling… Jealousy, but of whom?! 

“Okay,” he mumbled with a cute smile. His stomach growled loudly. 

Chuckling as the toaster sprung the waffles up, he stole a kiss. "Now… Butter, syrup, or both… And yes I will be cutting them up and feeding you while you sit on my lap, my pretty little one!" 

He blushed bright red. “Y-yes, sir… Both, please…”

Logan slathered them up, cutting them for him as he slid Remus over into his lap. "Looks good, hmm? Open up!" Remus opened, hands rested on Logan’s chest. Logan smiled as he fed him gently. "Such a good boy!"

“No,” Remus whined. “Nuh-uh.”

Kissing his cheek, he smiled sadly. "Why not?"

Remus looked away with a little shrug. “You’ve seen it.”

Tipping his chin back to feed another bite, he hummed. "Pretend I'm an idiot. Explain to me why you're not a good boy deserving of praise?"

Remus hesitated. “Do I have to?” He asked in a small voice. 

"No, you don't have to… I'm too curious for my own good sometimes." He stroked Remus’ cheek. "However, if you want to talk about things, I will listen. I’ll try to make you feel better."

For the millionth time that night, Remus could cry. “Shut up,” he mumbled with a sniffle. 

Smiling, he cuddled Remus close. "It is okay to use me as a literal shoulder to cry on, Rem… No judgement."

“I don’t need to cry,” he insisted. 

Breathing out, Janus decided to make his presence known, stepping into the kitchen as if summoned by the lie. "Whyever wouldn't you? Crying is healthy and a good release…" 

Jumping a little, Logan cleared his throat. "Indeed…" Janus is his roommate? Oh, gosh. 

Remus’ heart dropped. “Jan-Jan? When- How long have you been home?” His skin crawled in embarrassment. The dried tears still stuck to his face from earlier, wrapped in a blanket, and sat on a boy’s lap… He probably looked pathetic. 

Smiling, Janus stroked his hair lightly. "Mmm, if you're asking if I heard you two making friends… I did… I'm a tad jealous, he's cute…" 

Logan blushed softly. "Remus is adorable indeed…"

Remus’ face turned bright red. He buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “Sorry, Janus… We wouldn’t have been so loud if we knew you were home.” 

Logan pet him softly, embarrassed, but chose to focus on Remus, helping him hide. 

Janus sighs softly, flushing lightly. "Remus… It's okay. Truly.” Then, he mumbled, “It covered up my moans nicely…"

Remus blinked. “Huh?”

Logan chuckled. "I believe we gave him, uh, motivation to touch himself, my dear…." 

Janus nodded, blush deepening. "The nerd's right… "

It didn’t quite compute in Remus’ head, until he forced it to make sense with a nod. “Logan is a really good dom, isn’t he?” He blushed and looked up at Logan. He was so handsome, and hot, and commanding… He didn’t blame Janus for wanting him, too. 

Janus resisted the urge to facepalm. "He did seem to elicit quite a reaction from you…" Damnit, you dense man! I wanted to be him, not fuck him!! 

Logan laughed softly. Oh my… Janus has a crush on Remus…

“He made me waffles,” Remus said with a delighted grin. “And he’s been really sweet afterwards… If you two hit it off, maybe he can make you feel good, too, Jan-Jan! Have you ever had aftercare before?” 

“You- You’ve never had aftercare before?! How?!” Janus tripped over his words, looking over Remus and stroking through his hair. “We can get a waffle maker… Do you want more?” 

Logan muffled a laugh, stealing a bite before offering Remus more. "I know, right? I want to find those negligent doms…" 

Together they finished with a low growl, "-and beat some sense into them!"

Remus, startled, looked between the two of them and wilted. “Is it… A common thing?” He managed. 

Cuddling Remus, Logan nodded. "It is supposed to be… As it was explained to me, a dominant partner takes the power gifted by the submissive to make their scene reality, but aftercare is the return of that power?" 

Janus nodded. "It also gives the pair time to relax, make sure that both are okay? Especially if there was a lot of degrading language or impact play, sometimes a dom needs reassurance that they didn't go too hard, and the sub is truly okay."

Remus nodded slowly. He wanted to explain that he didn’t need that, not really… But he didn’t want to. He yawned and curled into Logan’s chest, nuzzling up under his chin. 

Smiling, Logan petted his hair and offered another bite of waffle. "Even if you think that you don't need it, it's a good thing for both scene partners, Rem."

“Mm,” he mumbled. “Jan-Jan, we were gonna watch some movies, do you want to join? You don’t have any early classes tomorrow, do you?” Remus glanced at the clock. It was getting close to 11. 

Janus hummed thoughtfully. "I have a ten o'clock… But I think one movie would be alright." 

“Yay!” Remus doubted he could even stay awake for longer than one movie, so that was perfect. He nuzzled into Logan again then stood on wobbly legs, and nearly fell over. 

Logan chuckled and scooped him up with a soft kiss. "I think I broke your legs, Rem~!"

He giggled and blushed, looking over at Janus. “Whoops.” This is so embarrassing… What does Janus think of me now?

Janus snorted, reaching over to stroke Remus' cheek. "It is a good look on him…. Being cared for. Just relax, Remus… I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

If Remus could blush brighter, he would. Since moving in with Janus, he had seen every form of not-self care Remus took part in, ranging anywhere from unhealthy meals, skipping classes, and degrading comments about himself. Janus always made a fuss, but Remus didn’t think he meant it that strongly. 

Nodding, Janus grabbed a blanket and the remote, working with a blushing Logan to get them settled with Remus in the middle, draped over Logan's chest. "Indeed… you just lay on me and relax, Rem…" 

“Yes, sir,” he breathed before he could really think about it, eyes fluttering shut as he snuggled into Logan’s chest. 

Logan's heart squeezed as he kissed Remus on the head, not noticing Janus frown in jealousy. Why is it him that gets you to relax and take my advice on care… Remus, why not me?!!

Remus only lasted halfway through the movie before passing out, little snores blowing out his mouth. 

Janus inspected his nails, refusing to let his anger seep into his hushed voice as he asked, “So I assume you guys are dating now?” 

Stiffening, Logan finished tucking Remus into bed and turned, voice cold and hushed. "Shall we discuss in the living room so we won't disturb him?"

Janus rolled his eyes but obeyed, leading Logan into the kitchenette and starting on a mug of coffee. 

Following after retrieving his clothes and dressing, Logan took a mug and sipped. "We hadn't discussed anything like that… And I don't think he's ready. He was certain that this was a one night hookup and that I would leave after. I intend to work up to at least friends with benefits, but I assume you want him as well?"

Janus stiffened. “Remus is my best friend, nothing more. Wouldn’t dating him prove that he’s more than just a hookup to you? What do you mean ‘he’s not ready?’” He scoffed. “I see the way he looks at you— Hell, I see the way he looks at everyone. He’s just waiting for a boyfriend to drop into his lap. Are you sure it’s him that’s not ready, or were you just not prepared for the commitment?” 

Growling softly, Logan's fingers tightened on the mug. "He's not emotionally ready… I wouldn't want to take advantage of that raw need! Do I want him to be mine, definitely! He's a lovely submissive, but he didn't even know about aftercare! He needs friends first, an education on what it would mean for him… I want his informed consent, not a moldable puppet, Janus!"

Janus didn’t seem convinced. “And somehow you believe that’s impossible to do in a committed relationship… That’s fine. Keep dragging him along. I’ll be here when you’re not.” 

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, I'm terrified that I'm not enough for him. I saw how he looked at you, too… You can't tell me that he doesn't want both of us!"

Janus looked at him in surprise, then sighed as well. “Don’t fool yourself, Logan. He wants anybody who gives him the smallest bit of attention. He doesn’t actually want either of us.” 

He tapped the table with a deep frown. "That's a fair observation… Hence my reservation to commit and then have him run to the next person. However, if it were you, I wouldn't mind sharing, perhaps."

Janus’s face turned pink. He sipped his coffee and then turned away, busying himself with cleaning up. “You don’t have to say that. He chose you.”

Smirking, he smacked Janus’ ass lightly. "Perhaps…. I can't say I haven't looked at you, either~!"

Janus whipped around with a jump, face red. For the first time since Logan’s met him, he was flustered. “Wh- What?”

Adjusting his glasses, he hummed. "I had assumed you were far too dominant to attempt to obtain, but now I'm uncertain. Remus believed you were jealous of him…" 

Janus crossed his arms over his chest and sneered. “Remus is an idiot. He’s the most dense man I’ve ever met.”

"Is he? Or is that you?" Stepping in closer, he watched the reactions of the other man as he closed him in against the counter.

Janus’s eyes flitter around, landing on somewhere close to Remus’ room. “What does it matter? Has Remus told you he’s okay with not being exclusive?”

"We didn't discuss our relationship as yet… I know I'm poly and pan… But I need to talk with him. If he agrees, what say you, Jan-Jan~?" Reaching out, he stroked Janus' cheek softly.

Janus barely stopped himself from melting into the touch. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, looking away. 

"Agreed, but know that I'm open to the idea?" Petting softly when he doesn't get a flinch, he smiled. 

Janus brushed his hand off and stepped away. “You should get back to him,” he murmured. “He’ll freak if he wakes up.” 

Nodding, he stepped back, heading back to Remus. "Sleep well, Janus…"

“Thanks,” he muttered, and hurried to his room. 

When Logan went back into Remus’ room, Remus shot upwards and poorly tried to wipe away the tears before they could be seen. “Jan-?”

"Oh, dear…" Sliding into the bed after sliding out of his clothes, he hummed, taking Remus in his arms. "I'm sorry, Rem, I believed you to be asleep and didn't want to bother your rest."

Remus snuggled into his chest. “I’m okay,” he promised. His face was still wet. “I thought you left?”

"I promised to stay the night, dear… Janus simply wanted a chat." Stroking his hair, he encouraged Remus to cuddle, wiping the tears.

“Oh…” Remus kissed his cheek. “I hope you’re getting along. Janus is my best friend.”

Smiling, he nuzzled lightly. "I know, dear… He was very concerned about us, this, uh,  relationship… What do you want us to be, my dear?" 

Remus hesitated. “I want whatever you want.” 

He stroked Remus’ hair as he thought. "I don't want to take advantage of you… You're beautiful, and I want to take care of you, but I worry that you need more balance than a one on one relationship. Now, I am polyamoirous and pansexual, so… you simply need to communicate your needs. Do you want me to be your dominant, your boyfriend?"

Butterflies practically exploded in Remus’ stomach. “You want to be boyfriends?” He asked excitedly. 

Cupping his face, he smiled and lifted Remus’ to meet his eyes. "I would be honored to be your boyfriend, Remus,” he said firmly, “if you'll have me?" 

Remus nodded frantically, and kissed Logan messily. Kissing back with equal fervor, Logan’s fingers slid into his hair to guide the kiss. Mine~

Remus whimpered and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist. “I’m so glad I met you,” he breathed out. 

Snuggling Remus close, he nodded, kissing his forehead. "Me too, my precious."

Remus fell asleep in his arms, smiling.

Helping to make food, Logan started the coffee. "I would like to know your schedule so that I may assist you in getting to class, studying…"

Remus stiffened a little. “Okay. It’s on my desk, if you want to look at it.” 

Stroking his cheek, he kissed him softly. "I promise it's only to assist you and not distract you when you should be learning, dear one."

He smiled. “I know.” 

Picking up the paper, he hummed. "What worries you then, dear? How may I assist?"

“I’m good!” He took down three plates and started piling them with food. “Nothing’s the matter.” 

Humming, he sat at the table, taking a picture of the schedule and stealing a stroke to his hip. "Very well…. come sit? It looks wonderful!"

Remus blushed. “Thanks…” He sat in the chair next to Logan. 

Grinning, he slid a little closer so Remus can lean if he wants, taking a bite. "Mmm, delicious~!"

Remus stole a quick kiss, and busied himself with eating. He couldn’t wait to tell Janus… A boy actually liked him. 

Smiling, Logan rested a hand on Remus' thigh as they ate. He's so adorable… How the heck has nobody scooped him up?!

Remus found himself starting to babble as they ate, mind wandering into anything and everything on his mind, most of it gravitating to the plots of his favourite horror movies and comics. Humming, Logan tried to keep up, steering commentary to keep Remus in the present, making sure he's eating and drinking. 

Janus hummed as he came in and headed for the coffee maker. "Skipping again, Rem? Why didn't you drop that class?"

Remus stiffened. He kept his gaze away from Logan. “Can’t,” he managed. “Gen-Ed.”

Logan sighed and cupped his face. "Do you need help with it, or is it the time that it's offered? We can talk to the professor, dear."

“It’s not a big deal,” he insisted, secretly pissed at Janus for giving it away. “Jan-Jan, guess what? Logan asked me to be his boyfriend!” 

Smiling softly as Janus nearly choked on his coffee, Logan encouraged Remus into his lap. "Indeed… And my dear one has agreed to give me that honor~!"

Remus crawled into Logan’s lap with a bright grin, missing the way Janus’ face crumples. “Isn’t that so great? I have a boyfriend!” 

"You do indeed, my sweet boy! And a lovely friend who is happy for you, yes?" Curling around Remus, he petted his hair. 

Janus choked out a sound that could be agreement. "That, that's great…. Are you moving, or…?" 

Remus frowned. “I didn’t think about that.” He looked to Logan. “Did you want me to?”

Stroking his cheek, he considered. "I wouldn't want to uproot you… We can consider it for the future?"

He nodded. “When are you going to get a boyfriend, Jan-Jan? Ever going to go out with one of the boys on the debate team?” Remus witnessed plenty of boys give Janus their numbers or invite him to hang out. It was beyond Remus why Janus never accepted. 

Chuckling, Logan hummed. "I think he has his eyes on someone other than the team, dear one…" 

Remus pouted. “Why don’t I know about this? Who is he?!” 

Logan chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. "Well, has he flirted with anyone? Acted super caring, carried things…" 

Janus flushed. Oh, shut up! Just because I turned you down… Logan, you bitch!

Remus shrugged, looking lost. “I’ve never actually seen him hang out with anyone but me.” 

Smiling, Logan hummed. "And why can't he have a crush on you, baby? You're adorable!"

His eyes widened. “What?” He laughed nervously. “No, that’s not… What?”

Winking at Janus, he chuckled and kissed Remus gently. "Mmm, but let's let him figure that out, yes? That's a personal thing…"

Remus ducked his head with a bright blush. The thought of Janus returning his feelings… Gave Remus some thoughts that probably wouldn’t make Logan too happy. 

Kissing his ear, Logan smiled, whispering, "I was one of the ones that offered my number… I'd be okay with making him our third, pet~"

Remus buried his face in Logan’s neck and blushed bright red. “He doesn’t want that,” he mumbled. “I’m just his friend.” 

Rolling his eyes at Janus, Logan sighed. "If you say so, baby… Just eat up, hmm?"

Remus finished eating quickly, getting syrup and butter all over his mouth and chin. “Janny, how many classes do you have today? Do you wanna go somewhere?”

Janus sighed as he passed over a cloth. "I have two… At 10 and 2. Perhaps a movie after dinner again?"

Logan chuckled, cleaning Remus' face. "I have a class at 1 and 4… We can do lunch if you want Janus for the evening?" 

He smiled. “Okay! That sounds good.”

Kissing Remus deeply, Logan grinned. "So sweet, baby~" 

Heading out, Janus sighed. "Don't have too much fun then, Remus…"

Remus blushed and glanced at Logan out of the side of his vision. 

Logan laughed as he cuddled Remus. "Mmm, I promise to leave the common areas in one piece~"

“Are we going again?” Remus asked. 

Stroking Remus' hips, Logan hums. "Do you want to, little one, or just cuddle and kiss and see where it goes?"

Remus whined a little bit and cuddled into him. “I want whatever you want.”

"Want to be mine in whatever way you can get, hmm~?" Lifting under Remus' ass, he stroked, taking them back to the bedroom as he claimed his lips again. Remus whimpered against his mouth and pulled him closer, squirming. Logan chuckled and laid Remus on his back to stroke over his body proudly. "So gorgeous~!"

Remus grinned and laid his arms out, opening himself up to Logan. 

Helping him position himself, he grinned. "Hands over your head, crossed like so… And legs open. Show me your submission~" Remus’ pants tented as he obeyed, his skin tingling. "That's a good boy!" Kissing at Remus' chest, he grinned. "Mmm, tempted to get you a collar, my slut… Show everyone you're claimed!"

Remus moaned softly, hips bucking. “You would?”

Stroking the straining cock, he nodded. "I would… If you want it discrete it could just say daddy's little slut~"

Remus moaned louder and thrusted into his touch. “Ah, yes- Yes, please! Please!” 

Stroking, Logan grinned, helping Remus out of his clothes and testing the stretch of his hole. "Mmm, my good little cock slut~!"

Remus whined and spread his legs. “Nng, master, please!”

Logan slid a pillow under him and carefully eased the plug out. "Mmm, master's clean, should we make a mess of you, my boy~?"

Remus clenched and nodded. It probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but he didn’t think about that. “Yes— Please!” 

Petting the fluttering hole, he thought as he searched for a condom. "Next time… Need to see your test results too, baby… We'll go together, so you can see I’m telling the truth, too." 

He whined. “Master, please…!” 

Sliding the condom on, he shushed him as he teased his hole. "Shhh… You're still getting master's cock, baby~ !"

Remus gripped Logan’s hands as Logan pressed inside. Remus thrust back into him with a whimper. “Nng… Master…”

Kissing him deeply, Logan groaned as he slowly fucked him. "Mine~ So good for me, my pretty slut~!"

“Ah, yes, yours!” Remus pulled him closer. “Harder, harder please?”

Lifting Remus’ legs over his elbows, he grinned, taking Remus harder and faster. "So eager to be unable to walk again, pet~?"” 

Remus had class later. He definitely was not going. 

“Yes, yes, please!” Remus gasped and came with a whine, gripping onto Logan. 

Lifting easily, Logan growled, pounding Remus until the bed rocked under them, biting at his lips. "Good~! Cum as much as you want, pet…. clench hard~!"

Remus whimpered and gasped, clenching and spreading his legs. “Master— Master, please!”

Moaning out, Logan shivered and came hard into the condom, taking the chapped lips for another deep kiss. Remus came a second time, a little smaller, and whined into his mouth. 

Sliding back a little, he hummed, stroking Remus through the high. "Such a good pet… " Remus clung to him with teary eyes, grinning. Kissing under his eyes, he smiled as he pulled out. "How do you feel, sweet one?"

“Good,” he panted. “Really good.” 

Logan disposed of the condoms and stole more kisses as he wrapped Remus around him and pressed him into the bed. "Lovely… I'm glad~ "

Remus sighed happily and cuddled into him, yawning. 

Petting him softly, Logan smiled. "That's a good boy…. so precious…" 

Remus kissed his jaw softly. “I’m glad you’re here. I like being with you.”

"You like being touched, cared for… Not so much the schooling?" Logan guessed. 

He blushed and settled back against Logan’s chest with a little nod. “My parents wanted me to go to college. They didn’t care what for, just as long as I’m here.”  

"Ah… and what do you really want to do, baby? No wrong answers, just dream…"

He shrugged. “I don’t really know. I just like being right here. With you.”

Chuckling, Logan nodded. "Mmm, well you've got a boyfriend, give it to the end of the semester, try for me?" 

Remus nodded a little. “Yeah… Okay.”

"Just want you to have the best you can, dear one… That might be a stay at home boyfriend, or something that doesn't take school, or you may find something you really want to study… But make the most of this semester, don't give up?" Petting his face, he cuddled Remus, giving him soft kisses.

Remus didn’t answer, just kissed him back softly. He could be happy laying here until he starved to death. 

Humming, Logan petted him. "Mmm, you're so content when you're submitting… Wishing you could just hand your life over and be someone's toy, pet?" Remus hated to admit it, but that was exactly what he wanted. He nodded slowly. "Oh baby…" Stroking his cheek, he hummed as he thought. "We could try that if you want? I have a solo apartment… "

Remus’ heart jolted in excitement, but he hesitated. “But then… Jan-Jan would have to find a new roommate. He can’t afford the rent by himself.” 

Logan bit his lip, nodding. "How about you live here, but instead of class you come to my apartment, I can leave you lists of tasks, play with you… It would be like a job, but your job is being my pet?"

“I would love that!” He deflated again. “But… My parents would be mad if I’m not in school.”

Logan stroked the thin cheek. "Do they get reports on your schooling, pet?" Remus nodded meekly. Nuzzling lightly, he sighed. "Tell me more? That doesn't sound like a nice thing to do…."

He shrugged. “They just want to keep me on track. It’s not a big deal.”

"My parents just give me a call once a week… And what track? Their plan for you, or encouraging you in what makes you happy, baby?"

“They don’t really care either way. They just… Want me to be successful. To be, uh… Presentable.” 

"Presentable? Darling one…" Cuddling him to his chest, Logan sighed. "I should just take you to one of my parents' parties… Is being arm candy at a high society party presentable enough?"

Remus’ eyebrows raised. “Probably!” 

Snickering, Logan nodded, raising Remus' hand for a soft kiss. "I should reintroduce myself then… Logan Taylor, next CEO of Taylor Pharmaceuticals…"

Remus squealed a little and threw himself at Logan. “I should tell my parents!” He gushed. “They’ll be so proud!” 

Catching him easily, he laughed. "Or, you could tell them you're moving in with an independently wealthy boyfriend and watch them lose their minds~?"

“That sounds fun, too! I’ll do both!” He giggled and held onto Logan tightly. “You want me to move in with you? I have to tell Janus!” All concerns of leaving Janus alone wiped from his mind in his excitement. 

"I do indeed… I can pay the rest of this year's rent for him as if you were here, that way he doesn't have to worry." Nuzzling, he cuddled the excited boy in his arms.

He nodded. “Okay! I gotta- I gotta pack!” He squealed and jumped up, running for his closet. 

Leaning back, he smiled softly as he watched. "Mmm, anything you want to replace, we can trash on our way to my car, sugar… Want to get a collar on our way to my apartment~?"

“Yes!” He squealed from inside the closet. “Yes, please!” 

Checking the time, he chuckled softly, then got up to help Remus pack. "Janus should be back soon…"

“Yeah! And then I get to tell him!” Remus gathered up his sketchbooks and dumped them into his open luggage, and threw his dirty laundry on top. 

"Very true…" Following after to gently arrange things to fit better, he smiled, mentally adding a trip to the art store to his list. 

Remus packed in record speed, and dragged his luggage out of his room. 

Giving his ass a squeeze, Logan smiled. "Got it all, baby boy?"

He giggled and covered his face to hide his blush. “Yes, sir!” 

"I'll take these to the car, you double check your room and the bathroom, slut~!"

“Yes, sir!” He kissed Logan quickly, and dashed back to his room. 

Taking the bags down, he loaded his car slowly, watching for Janus. His car pulled into the parking lot a moment later, a shitty little pickup truck that looked at least ten years old. He stepped out, and froze as he saw Logan, and the luggages. 

Waving him over, Logan sighed. "Can we talk a moment, Janus?"

Janus straightened up and steeled himself as he walked over. “I assume he’s made his decision? You’re taking him?” 

Humming, he nodded. "He has… He told me about his parents, how unhappy he is at school and I offered him an out. However, I can't leave you hanging. I'm offering to pay his share as if he were still here, and you're always a welcome guest at my apartment. In addition, if Remus' parents make things difficult for you, I can get you a better place to stay in my same building if you wish?"

Janus glared and looked away, throwing up the anger to hide his heartbreak. “I don’t need anything from you,” he growled. “Just take him and go.”

He stomped back towards his truck, hands shaking. 

"Janus! Wait! At least say your goodbyes… He's inside." Frowning, he sighed. "I'm not trying to take him, just keep him safe…"

“Right. Because he could never be safe with someone like me.” Janus unlocked the truck and jumped inside. “Don’t pity me, Logan. Just get it over with. If you’re going to take him, at least be honest about it.” 

"I don't want to take him from you, I want to take you both away from here! Damnit, Janus…"  Hand reaching to stop the door from shutting, he panted, "Why can't you see it's not a competition… Why didn't you call me back?!"

Janus grit his teeth. “Because I wanted Remus.”

Hand sliding down, Logan’s heart broke just a little. "O-oh… But, you had him… you have him, and you didn't… He told me that I was the first to want him for more than one night?"

“Like you said,” he mumbled, eyes on the peeling steering wheel, “I didn’t want to take advantage of him. I was waiting for him to come to me. And don’t…” He sighed. “Don’t take that personally. It’s nothing on you. I just- I wanted Remus. I was waiting for him.”

"Then don't leave,” Logan insisted. “He's as dense as a brick, but he cares for you. I'll get him away from his parents, because he doesn't need that abuse… However, you can't leave. He needs you! Put on your big boy pants and show him that you care!"

Janus raised his hands a bit and dropped them. “What do you want from me? He chose you.”

Leaning in, he took Janus' chin. "You don't know~? Think…" How could they both be so stupid? 

Janus’ eyes flicked down, and back up. “You weren’t serious?”

Sighing, he stroked his pale cheek. "I tell no falsehoods… But, I understand, it's usually one partner. You didn't even believe me when I told you who I was, said that there was no way I would be at this small school." Stepping back, he sighed, going to turn away.

Janus’ hands trembled. “You meant it?” He choked out. 

"Yes, why?" Logan raised an eyebrow, wondering which part he referred to.

Janus looked… Lost. “How could you have Remus all to yourself, and still want me?”

Logan’s voice softened, reaching out. "Janus, come here?" Janus stayed frozen in his truck, keys floating beside the ignition. Logan thought for a moment, before making his voice deeper, ordering, "Janus. Come to me, dear…. Now~"

Janus swallowed. He stepped out of the truck and stopped in front of him. 

Smiling, he took Janus' hands and squeezed comfortingly. "Thank you, Janus… Now, I want to repeat: I want you. I have since our first debate. I also want Remus, since I first ran into him, he just called to me… I want you both, together."

Janus wet his lips. His hands were sweaty. “Does Remus want that?” 

"He didn't say one way or the other… But he didn't react when I said I was polyam." Raising a hand, he kissed Janus' palm. "Do you want to try?" 

Janus did. He desperately wanted to. Nothing sounded better than having Logan and Remus in his arms, in his bed. 

“Would that make him happy?”

"Would it make you happy, dear? You said that you wanted him… Am I in that picture at all?" He frowned softly. "Am I just a way to Remus?"

Janus hesitated, and shook his head. “I want you, too,” he admitted in a whisper. 

Perking up, he smiled. "You- You do? Really?" 

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Yeah.” 

"Oh! Kiss me then, hmm?" Stepping in, he smiled softly. "I've always wanted to kiss you~ "

Janus covered Logan’s mouth. “Remus’ permission first.” 

Pouting, he nodded with a blush. "That's fair… Sorry, I got carried away."

“It’s fine,” he mumbled and locked his truck. “Let’s just get back to him. I’ll let you do the talking.”

"Okay… He's likely worrying. Please, may I give you money so you can make rent, dear?" Watching over him, he frowned at the state of his vehicle.

“I have the money,” Janus snapped. He gripped Logan’s hand and dragged him towards the apartment complex entrance. “I don’t need yours.”

Squeezing his hand, he hummed. "I know you have money, I just feel, uh, wrong, taking Remus and not helping with his portion of the rent?"

Janus swallowed. He hadn’t realized when Logan invited him into their relationship, it didn’t extend to his home as well. “I don’t need your help.” 

Sighing, his shoulders dropped. "Would you accept an offer of moving in as well? Please? I know money and things aren't the best tokens to offer in a relationship, but… consider it?" I need you to be safe and close… I didn't start with my home because I thought you'd never accept… Please, please, Janus.

Janus looked at Logan through the side of his eye. “My lease ends next month.”

Smiling, he perked up. "Is that a yes?!"

Janus hid a smile. “It’s a maybe.” 

Hugging him softly, he smiled. "At least come by? You promised Rem a movie night… I'll make popcorn?"

“If he doesn’t reject me and end our friendship, yes, I’ll come over tonight.” 

"Perfect." Tugging him inside, he smiled wide. "Remus… Look who I found, baby?"

Remus, sitting at the kitchen table with his face crumpled in worry, brightened up and shot to his feet. “Jan-Jan!” He threw himself into Janus’ arms, squeezing him tightly. “You guys are both late.” 

"Sorry, love… I had a few questions for him.." Smiling lightly, he watched them interact for a moment.

Janus hugged Remus tightly, only pulling away when he did. “Is everything okay?” Remus asks with a worried frown. “Did you tell him? Is he upset?” He took a small step back, eyes flitting between the two nervously. 

"He was a little, but I explained and I believe things are settled for now. How would you feel about maybe Janus moving in with us when your lease is up next month, baby?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he smiled.

Confusion flashed across his face. “I mean… I would love that, but…” He looked at Janus with a frown. “Wouldn’t you feel like a third wheel?” 

"About that… We also discussed something about our relationship. I am polyamourous…. Do you know what that means?" Reaching out, he offered a hand to Janus in support.

Remus frowned, not noticing Janus and Logan lacing fingers. “I’m not a baby.” 

"I know you aren't… But I had to ask. What would you think about Janus joining our relationship, dear one? He has admitted to having feelings for you…" Blushing, he hummed. "...  I wouldn't mind sharing him with you~!"

Remus’ face flushed bright red. “Logan, we talked about this-” He froze as Logan’s words caught up with him. “He what?” 

Janus cleared his throat and looked away. “I don’t know how you could have missed it all this time, but… Yes. I… I want you.” 

Gently pushing Remus closer to Janus, he smiled. "Well… What do you think, baby? Upgrade to two boyfriends~?"

Remus held his hands close to his chest, trying not to bounce in excitement. “You like me?” He asked Janus. 

Janus sighed and took his hands. “Remus. Yes. You moron.” He leaned in and kissed Remus’ forehead, who dissolved into helpless giggles. 

Chuckling, Logan grinned. "So cute… Give him a fucking kiss, J…"

Janus nuzzled into the side of Remus’ face, who giggled with tears in his eyes. “Can I?” Janus murmured, and he nodded frantically. 

Janus kissed Remus softly, breathing in and tangling his fingers in Remus’ oily hair. Smiling softly, Logan leaned on the doorframe, watching them finally figure it out. He pulled out his phone and took a picture.  

Remus pulled away when he felt like he was going to explode, burying his face in Janus’ neck. Janus held him tentatively, his face dazed. 

"So, how do you feel, my dears…" Coming over, he stroked them both, playing with their hair.

“I feel like if you try to take him away from me now, I’ll commit murder,” Janus snapped. Remus giggled and nuzzled into him, not showing any sign of letting go soon. His face was the image of pure bliss- Two boys who wanted him indefinitely, two. 

Laughing, Logan shook his head. "Nah, he's all comfy, but can I have a kiss from you, J~?"

Janus blushed. “I supposed you’ve waited long enough. Come get it.” 

Leaning in with a grin, Logan stroked Janus' cheek, kissing him deeply. Janus hummed and kissed him back, eyes lidded. 

Remus bounced in excitement. “Can we go now? I want to have our movie night!”

Slowly pulling back, he smiled softly. "Coming with us, J~? "

Remus gripped his hand. “You’re coming, right? Please?”

Janus blushed and kissed Remus’ forehead. “Of course.”

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Remus’ hand was warm and soft in Janus’, and completely restless. Remus bounced excitedly. Janus was… In a sort of daze, not quite caught up with reality. 

"Remus wanted to make a stop on the way, but…” Logan glanced over his shoulder at them. “If we're adding J, maybe a postpone on the collar, pet?"

He pouted. “O-okay…” 

“Why postpone the collar?” Janus held Remus closer. 

"You're okay with getting a collar for him, some toys? I didn't want to assume, but…" Logan nibbled his lips. Both of you in collars… Hands bound and waiting orders~ 

“Well, I certainly don’t like this look on his face.” Janus tapped Remus’ nose. “You want your collar tonight?”

Remus nodded sheepishly. “If that’s okay.”

"Very true…" Cupping Remus' face, he smiled. "If my pup wants a collar, a collar he shall have… Kiss?" 

Remus kissed him excitedly, and pulled away quickly to throw open the door. “C’mon, c’mon, can we go?”

Chuckling, he nodded, offering Janus his arm. "Shall we, dear? The pup is anxious to go…"

Janus took his arm with a little, embarrassed nod. “Yes, I’m ready.”

"Good boy…" Patting the hand on his arm, he followed Remus out, offering the other hand to him. 

Remus took his hand as Janus spluttered a bit, blushing. “That is not…”

Grinning, Logan winked. "Shhh… It's okay, J!" 

Janus scowled and climbed into the backseat, letting Remus take the front. 

Bending to steal a kiss, Logan sighed. "Janus… Did I say something wrong, dear?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged.

"I'm sorry…. How can I make it right?" Tapping the steering wheel, he sighed.  I want you both happy, Janus.

“He’s just being a drama brat,” Remus giggled, “isn’t that right, Jan-Jan?”

“Fuck off,” he grumbled, face pink. 

"Oh… You scared me a moment, Janus!!" A soft smile breaking, he sighed. "I don't want to lose either of my precious boys!"

They both blushed bright red, Remus squealing and kissing Logan’s knuckles, Janus scowling and looking out the window. 

Turning to driving, he stroked Remus gently. "Should we get him something pretty too, Rem? You're getting a collar…"

“Yeah!” Remus turned back to grin at Janus, and Janus couldn’t help but return it. “You deserve something pretty, too, Jan!”

"Both of you pick whatever you want, okay? No kink shaming… Just love!" Grinning happily, he hummed as they made their way to the shop, parking the car.

“Yes, sir!” Remus giggled and grabbed Janus’ hand as they walked into the store. 

Walking behind them, Logan grinned, coming up to take Janus' other hand. "Stay close to one of us at all times, my pup… I don't want to lose either of you."

“Good luck keeping him from wandering,” Janus chuckled. He reached out and grabbed Remus’ shirt as he got distracted by something, pulling Remus back to the group.

"Collar and leash set will certainly help…" Reaching out, he took Remus' hand.  

Remus flushed deep red and glanced back at him. “Yeah?”

Janus shifted awkwardly and grinned. “What, do you like that idea, little pup?” Janus wasn’t actually surprised. He’d seen plenty of Remus’ magazines spread around the apartment. 

"I think he likes the idea of someone else holding the reins… Would you heel for me if requested? Should we train you to commands~?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he kissed him softly.

Remus moaned softly, kissing him back. Janus tugged on the back of his shirt. “Let’s go look at the leashes,” he said eagerly. 

One arm around Remus, Logan nodded, leading them over. "Indeed… Perhaps one for each of us? He can choose who he wants to guide him at that time?"

“God, you really do have money, huh?” Janus rubbed down Remus’ back. “Go on, go crazy.” 

Remus wasted no time in obeying, rushing over to the selection and trying each of them. 

Logan nodded as he watched. "I have quite enough to support all three of us, yes. What do you want, Janus?"

“I’m okay,” he said instantly. “I don’t need anything.”

Gently taking Janus by the chin, Logan hummed. "Tell me, baby? You've been so good… Let daddy get you a treat?"

Janus flushed deep red and looked away. He forced a little scoff. “Don’t patronize me. What happened to thinking I was too dominant for you?” 

He pulled Janus into his arms, holding him gently. "The way you seem to want to melt into my arms and be protected… It makes me want to cuddle and protect you, give you everything that I can."

Janus hated that he said that, only because Janus did exactly that: Melt into his arms, nuzzle into his neck, all without his own permission. 

“I’m not a sub,” he grumbled, but it wasn’t all too convincing. “You can try to collar me, but it won’t be easy.” 

"I don't want to collar you, love… Remus needs it, the structure. You, you're a precious jewel because you want support but not control. We share~" Kissing his cheek, he hummed. 

Janus shuddered. “I don’t need anything,” he mumbled. 

“Janny! Look!” Remus bounded forward with two collars in hand and thrusted them out. “This one has spikes!” 

Chuckling, Logan released Janus to let him coo over Remus, smiling. "Perhaps a dinner or just cuddling then, but do tell me if something does catch your eye, dear? Remus… Do you want them both, hun?"

He nodded excitedly. “This one for Janus!” He held up the spiked one, and the thrusted a soft velvet one in Logan’s direction. “And this one for you!” He practically vibrated with excitement as he whirled on Janus. “Which one are you getting?” 

Janus faltered. “Uh…” 

"He's getting the one that speaks to him, pet.. and that might not be in this shop." Stroking Remus, he smiled. "Which do you want, little one?"

Remus glanced between the two of them, and then decided his attention fully on Janus. “You’re not getting a collar?” He whined. 

Janus hesitated. Remus stared up at him with wide, sad eyes. “Of course I’m getting a collar. Just waiting for Master here to pick one out.” 

Remus immediately brightened up and put his in the basket, then rushed off to explore more.

Logan watched a moment before turning to Janus. "Do you want me to choose or are you just putting him off, lovely?"

“Just pick a collar,” he huffed. 

Sliding an arm around Janus, he smiled, taking him to the faux leather section and picking up a black collar with a snake scale look and gold buckles. "I'd love to see you in this, baby~"

Janus blushed as he looked at the collar. “That looks pretty sick,” he mumbled. 

"Classy and wild, just like you!" Stroking a thumb down Janus' cheek, he smiled, setting it in the basket.

“We should find Remus. Who knows what chaos he’s gotten himself into without supervision.” Janus looked away, but Logan didn’t miss the way he leaned into his touch. 

Grinning, he nodded. "Of course, sweetheart… He was headed towards the paddles and crops."

Janus rolled his eyes with a fond laugh. “Of course he was.” 

They found him staring at what may have been the most… Extra paddle Janus and Logan had ever seen in their lives. It looked like it could cause some real damage. 

“Remus,” Janus said in concern, “have you ever actually engaged in pain play before?”

Remus looked at them with a blush and nodded. “Yeah!”

Janus crossed his arms over his chest, remembering Remus had never had aftercare before Logan. “Your partner hitting you in the middle of sex without negotiation first isn’t pain play.”

Remus’ smile faltered, just a bit. “Oh. Well, then no, not technically.” 

Humming, Logan gave Remus a squeeze. "We can talk about what you like, okay, darling? Things like this can actually damage you if you're not careful, and you deserve to be safe even if you want a little hurt with the pleasure."

Remus frowned in confusion. “Damage… Isn’t that the point?” 

Janus dragged his hands down his face and sucked in a breath. He peeked at Remus between his fingers, eyes narrowed and cold. “Do you still have your ex’s numbers in your phone? Their addresses?” 

Sighing, his hand clenching, Logan frowns. "Pup… The cornerstones of play are safe, sane, and consensual… That's why we talk, and consent is so important. Pain is okay only if you want it. Same goes for marks, restraints, all of it."

“But… I want whatever you want,” Remus mumbled. 

Janus grabbed Remus’ hand and tugged him away. “If you really want to try it, we’ll start with something small. And you have to swear you’ll safe word if you don’t like it. Got it?”

Remus kissed Janus on the corner of the mouth. “Okay!” 

Turning to the display, Logan hummed, testing a smaller paddle, trusting Janus to talk sense into the pup. "My lovely boy, it's good that you trust your partner, but we need you to give us feedback in both the good and bad, okay?"

Remus nuzzled into Janus’ neck, who held him like Remus was some sort of hurt angel. “Yes, sir.” 

“We don’t want to actually hurt you,” Janus murmured. “It would… It would break my heart if I put you through pain. Please don’t let us.”

Remus finally seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. He frowned and looked between the two, shrinking in on himself. “Okay. I won’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it wasn’t…” 

Hugging him gently, Logan nodded. "It's okay, baby. You didn't know… We're so glad that you're safe, and we want to keep it that way, okay?"

Janus hugged him from the other side. "You're a good boy."

Remus let out a little squeak and covered his face. “I’m not… Not a good boy,” he said, flustered. 

Logan nuzzled him. "We see you as a good boy, our sweet pup… Let us show you how good and lovely you are, honey?" 

Remus buried his red face in Logan’s neck. His legs were wobbly. “Nng…”

“Oh,” Janus smirked, “maybe we should finish up shopping before there’s a problem.” 

Laughing, Logan nodded. "Leash, pet bed… I'm thinking a tail and ear set and some padded socks for when he wants to be a four legged pup…"

Remus rubbed his legs together with a little whine. “Can I put the bed by your desk?” 

Janus ruffled Remus’ hair and kissed his cheek, tugging him towards the pet play section. 

"I'm thinking one by my desk and one in the kitchen by your bowls so you can watch one of us cook for you, pup… Sound good?" Smiling, Logan followed them with the basket.

He nodded excitedly. He squealed as Janus picked him up and settled him on his hip. He kissed Remus’ nose, suddenly very angry that he hadn’t been doing this the entire time. He pulled Remus in for a close kiss, and swallowed down the fact that he loved him. 

Sighing, Logan took another picture. "My lovely boys…"

Janus blushed and glowered at him. “Put your phone down,” he snapped, while Remus giggled and nuzzled into him. 

Winking, Logan grinned, coming over to kiss them both. "I'll send you the picture!"

Janus’s glare deepened, but he didn’t oppose. He set Remus down with a kiss to the top of his head. “Go pick out some things, baby boy.”

Remus wasted no time, excitedly perusing the selection, occasionally picking some things out. 

Hugging Janus lightly, Logan smiled. "He's so happy…"

“I’ve never seen him this happy,” Janus admitted, trying not to sound frustrated. 

"Because we're both here… And he's getting away from his toxic parents. I pushed and gave the way, but you got him here, sugar. Thank you." Kissing his cheek, he gave Janus a squeeze.

Janus rolled his eyes. “Don’t patronize me. It was all you, you don’t have to pretend.”

Tipping his face with a frown, Logan sighed. "I'm not patronizing. He was singing your praises while you were out today, telling me how you set schedules, made him healthy food, encouraged him to rest and study… You kept him alive, baby. I'm very grateful for your loving care of our boy!"

Janus shrugged a little, but didn’t deny it anymore. Remus came back with a basket full of equipment, grin spread ear to ear. 

Attention shifting, Logan grinned. "Show us what you got, puppy?!"

Remus happily took them through the leashes he found, the puppy ears and little outfits, and the big, fluffy bed. Janus was hardly surprised to see he’d snuck some baby bottles in there, too. 

Ruffling his hair, Logan praised him. "Such a good boy, going to be even cuter all dressed up for your masters!" Remus squealed and threw himself into Logan’s arms. Scooping him up, Logan chuckled softly. "Such a good puppy, yes you are!"

Remus kissed along his neck, shaking with happiness. He hunched his hips a little. 

“We should get going,” Janus said with a grin. 

"Mmm, probably right, pup needs a full reward…" He nuzzled Remus, giving his ass a squeeze. 

Janus took the baskets and followed them to the register. Watching what Janus' gaze lingered on, Logan picks up a few more things, adding in nipple clamps that are adjustable and petting a black and yellow outfit for a moment. 

"What's your size, J~?"

Both boys glanced back, and Janus’s face flushed red. “Right. Like I’ll let you make me look like a bumblebee.”

“Medium!” Remus said excitedly. “But he likes things bigger, so get him an extra large!” 

Janus pressed his hand to his forehead. 

Snickering, he moved his hand back to the deep blue outfit behind it, getting an extra large for Janus. "Good to know!"

“Would you knock it off?” He whispered as the clerk giggled at them. “I don’t need anything!”

Kissing Janus' cheek, Logan adds it to the pile anyway. "Ah, but I want to treat you… Even if you don't need it, wear it for me, baby~?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. “Fine.”

Logan grinned wider. "Thank you, honey… It just felt wrong not getting you treats too."

Janus got into the backseat with the bags as Logan and Remus once again claimed the front. His heart rate quickened as he realized they were going to Logan’s home, unknown territory. Janus wouldn’t have the upper hand anymore. 

Smiling back, Logan started towards his home again. "Do you want separate rooms for now, dears? Your own spaces as well as shared ones?"

Janus grimaced. “That’d be fine.”

Remus pouted. “Do we have to?”

"You don't have to, lovely, and it's okay either way. Janus can have his own space and you can be in my room and both are valid, sweet pup!" Squeezing Remus' knee, he hummed.

As Remus kissed Logan’s cheek, Janus wrapped his arms around himself and stared out the window. 

Logan glanced back. "Janus? What activities other than debate interest you, dear one?" 

He shrugged. “I like theatre. Music. Makeup and clothes.”

Smiling softly, he nodded. "I have a few rooms that I haven't done anything with… I was planning to make Remus an art space, would you be interested in some interior design?"

Janus straightened up and barely repressed a smile. “I suppose.”

"Perfect! I want this to be our home… Not just mine." He grinned, turning towards his home, pointing out good restaurants and parks as they got closer.

Remus giggled gleefully as Janus smiled. “I should call my parents!” Remus squealed, and before anyone could stop him, he whipped his phone out and dialed, putting them on speaker. 

"Oh my…" Logan frowned, looking for a place to pull over just in case. 

"Remus, darling…” a bland voice crackled through the phone, “I hope you have some good news, I was just on my way out to the salon!"

“I do! Where’s Dad?” Remus vibrated with excitement. 

"Out to golf… Is it important? Have you finally been attending classes? Your grades are abysmal… How will we ever find you a job, a wife— You're just so unfocussed!"

Janus bit his lip to bite back the scathing responses. Remus wilted a little. It was okay, they’ll be proud! “No, I’m dropping out! I have a boyfriend— Two boyfriends! One of them is rich!” 

Janus dropped his head in his hands. Oh, boy. 

Squeezing Remus' knee, Logan cleared his throat as she inhaled. "Indeed… You won't be needing to pay his expenses any longer, we shall provide for our dear Remus." 

"Who is this?! YOU RELEASE YOUR CORRUPTING GRASP FROM MY BOY NOW!!" 

"Look to the issues covering the spring gala, madam, I'm sure you'll figure it out…" 

“Wait, wait- Tell her your name!” Remus said in panic. “Your last name, what’s your last name again? Tell her!” 

Logan’s family was famous, and successful… Surely being with him was ‘presentable’ enough, right?

Smirking, Logan nodded. "I am Logan Taylor… And I am your son's boyfriend. I will protect and love this precious man as well as I am able."

"Taylor?! As in the corporation?! Remus Alexander Duke! What have you done…" She trailed off in shocked sputters.

“You’re…” Remus swallowed and blinked frantically. “You’re not… Proud?”

Janus seethed in the back seat. He couldn’t have expected her to be happy he was dropping out of college, but her reaction to Logan? More fear than excitement? Just how did she view her son? 

"I am shocked… I… We— We had appointments for you to meet some girls. I thought you agreed with our plan, honey." She tried to be placating, gentle, though it was clear she was fuming. 

“I told you I don’t like girls,” he mumbled sadly. 

Janus lurched forward and snatched the phone. “If you want to talk to your son, it can wait until you learn to act like a mother. Bye.” Janus hung up and tossed the phone to the side, face red and hands shaking. 

Logan tugged Remus into a hug. "I'm sorry, baby… Maybe she'll come around? Either way you have us, and we support you."

Remus sucked in a breath and buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “I just… I thought this is what she wanted. Is this not…”

"I'm sure if I were a rich woman she'd be thrilled, my sweet pup… If I had to guess, she jumped to you blackmailing me or some nonsense because it's what she would do. Do you want to be mine on your own terms, baby? It's what's important to me, your happiness, and Janus' happiness… Not hers, not anyone else's." Petting down his back, he reached for Janus as well.

Janus held Logan’s hand with pursed lips. Remus nodded. “You make me happy.”

Smiling, Logan hummed. "Then let's be happy, together… She'll calm and accept us, or she won't. Maybe your father will be better?"

Remus shrugged. “She’s the laid back one. I don’t… Really wanna talk to my dad.”

Sighing softly, Logan nodded. "Mmm, I volunteer my parents for cuddles and extra support?"

Janus grimaced. “You like your parents?”

Smiling softly, he nodded. "Want me to call them? Try that announcement again?"

Remus huddled into himself and shrugged. “Sure.”

“You don’t have to,” Janus insisted. 

"True… Home and cuddles first maybe?" Stroking Remus, he sighed. "Want to hold you…."

“Are we almost home?” He asked quietly. 

Janus’ heart ached. He already saw Logan’s place as home? What about all the months they spent together in their apartment?

"We're halfway between the apartment and my house… Which home do you want, baby?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he sighed, giving Janus a sad look. Janus looked away uncomfortable. 

Remus frowned. “I thought we were going to your house.” 

"That is my home, yes… I was just… You were with Janus for quite some time, wasn't that home? Or is it more the person that makes it home…" Humming, he petted Remus softly.

Janus blushed. “Shut up, Logan.”

“I just want to be with both of you.” Remus sounded confused. “Did I say something wrong?”

"No, pet, just clarifying…" Stealing a kiss, he started driving again, taking them to his house and parking in the garage.

Janus hesitated, but Remus jumped out with so much excitement that he couldn’t help but follow, wrapping an arm around his waist. Remus was the sweetest, cutest boy Janus had ever met— He would do anything for him. 

Giving them a soft hug, Logan smiles. "Welcome to my home… Now our home!"

When they got inside, Janus held Remus close and looked around warily. 

Logan flicked the lights on, starting a small tour and offering a hand for support. "Main floor is all common spaces, kitchen, living room, a pair of small rooms I think will work for an art area perhaps as well as maybe another office for Janus to do school work? Upstairs is three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and my office…"

Janus scowled. “Why do you have a four bedroom house to yourself? How old are you?”

“Why not?” Remus asked excitedly. “If I had enough money, I’d buy a castle!” 

Janus sighed. 

Logan hummed. "I am 28, and I mainly bought it to be able to be close to business and school but have space to myself. Also, there's a nice backyard. I like to garden."

“A lot of space,” Janus grumbled. 

"Well, yes… But I wanted to plan for a family. Being pan, and poly… I was expecting at least two partners and hopefully children." He blushed. "As an only child I wanted something different?"

Janus’ face went pink and Remus giggled, poking Janus’ tummy. “Ohh, you found Janny’s soft spot!” 

"Hmm? Oh! The family or the garden space? I was planning for a future with this place…” Coming over, he stroked his pink face. "I want to share it with those I care about."

“I don’t have a soft spot,” Janus managed, trying not to lean into Logan’s touch. 

“It’s both,” Remus said helpfully, cuddling into Janus’ back. 

Humming, Logan shifted to hug them both. "I have a soft spot for you two so… Don't be shy, my dear?"

Janus just shrugged, hiding his face in Logan’s shoulder. Remus kissed the back of his neck, and he shivered. 

"You're beautiful… both of you. Welcome home, my lovely boys." 

Janus could have melted right there, trying not to show how desperately he wanted to hide in Logan’s arms and never come out, to hold Remus close and force him to believe he’s loved. Remus bounced behind him with naive excitement, squealing and cooing at Logan. 

Shifting to better hold Janus, Logan grinned, tugging Remus in better so they can both cuddle him. "Mmm, to the couch, babies?"

Janus held back a groan and nodded weakly. Remus gripped their hands and bounced after Logan to the living room. 

Nuzzling, Logan sighed softly. "Perfect… Get your collar for me, pup?"

Remus lit up. “Okay! I’ll get Jan-Jan’s, too!”

He was out the room before Janus could protest. Now left alone with Logan, he stiffened marginally and tilted his head away. 

Humming, Logan rubbed the stiff back. "You don't have to wear it until you ask for it, baby… I respect your choices. You're not a sub, you're a switch, yes?"

Janus blanched. The idea of asking for it was… Not favorable. He hesitated on an answer. “I’ve never subbed before,” he settled on. “Didn’t think it’d ever…” Be an option, “cross my path.”

Nodding, he kept the hold light and gentle as he settled behind Janus on the couch. "Understood… I won't ask for more than you're willing to give. Even if it's just hugs and kisses as we share the ball of energy that is our puppy, I'm willing to just be your support, Janus." 

Janus smiled a little— Remus always made him smile. He pretended Logan didn’t make him feel the same way. 

He looked over his shoulder, forcing himself to meet Logan’s eyes. “I can give whatever you need me to.”

Stroking his cheek, Logan nodded. "Be honest with me… Don't hide yourself, or guess what you think I want. I wish for partners that I can care for but also tell me when I'm wrong?"

Janus swallowed and dropped his gaze. “I don’t know what I want,” he whispered. “I just want you to…”

Lightly lifting his head, Logan smiled. "Kiss me, be with me… We'll figure out the rest as we go?"

Janus barely let Logan finish his sentence before leaning in and kissing him softly, arms crossed over his chest. Cuddling him into his arms, Logan moaned softly into the kiss, curling protectively around Janus. Janus gripped onto his shoulders and pressed closer, biting back his own soft sounds of pleasure. 

Stroking down his back, he hummed into the kiss, nibbling Janus' lips for entrance. More, want to taste you, baby~!

Janus immediately obeyed, mouth dropping open and pushing his tongue into Logan’s mouth. Gasping, he squeezed Janus' ass, grinding gently as he twined their tongues. 

Janus pulled away just enough to whisper, “If you’re going to have me submit, it won’t be easy.”

Voice husky, he purred, taking Janus' head to kiss down his throat. "Mmm, I don't mind one bit, baby… You're worth it~!"

Janus bit back a groan, tipping his head back. “Good luck.”

Licking a stripe to his ear, he chuckled. "Thank you, baby~!" 

Janus dug his fingers into Logan’s shoulders, dragging his nails down Logan’s back. 

Chuckling, Logan nipped his ear softly. "Making you feel good, baby~?"

Janus gasped a bit. “Take a guess.” He tangled one of his hands in Logan’s hair, tugging hard. 

Licking his ear, he nibbled it again, before moving back to his neck. "I think you like it when I go vampire on your neck, baby~!"

“Is that what you think?” Janus managed. He dragged one hand down Logan’s chest, his stomach. 

"Mmm…. among other things~!" Gently guiding him to a wall, he pressed Janus against it, lifting him up for more kisses and nips.

Any leverage Janus had been working up to vanished as Logan lifted him up. He let out a groan through clenched teeth and wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, gripping his shoulders for stability. 

Smirking, he stroked his thighs, grinding lightly. "Mine… My pretty baby~!"

Janus whined and squeezed his eyes shut. 

Kissing his face softly, he hummed. "Look at me, darling one?"”

Janus cracked his eyes open, and met Remus’ eyes over Logan’s shoulder. Embarrassment curdled deep in Janus’ stomach and he almost made Logan put him down, but the way Remus stared at them, holding their collars, like Logan and Janus was everything he’d ever been waiting for—

He flicked his bleary gaze to Logan. 

Cupping his face gently like he's memorizing every line, he hummed. "Don't be ashamed… I want you to feel good in my care, love~!"

Remus bounced over to them with a grin. He kissed Janus’s red cheek. “I have the collars! And my leash.” He smiled cutely. 

Letting Janus slide down, he stole a deep kiss before taking Remus' face to kiss him as well. Remus giggled against his lips and kissed him back impatiently, and then pulled away and thrusted out the collars. 

Taking them, he chuckled. "Eager pup… Kneel, my dear pet?"

Remus dropped to his knees hard enough for Janus to wince, looking up at the both of them with wide, shining eyes. 

"Slower next time, puppy… No hurting yourself, hmm?" Cupping the eager face, he gently tipped his head and settled the collar on, snapping it into place and adding the leash. 

Remus rubbed his fingers against the collar with a grin. “Jan-Jan?” He held out Janus’ with a hopeful smile. 

Taking Janus' hand, he squeezed. "As you please, baby… Your choice."

Janus crossed his arms over his chest and grumbled, “You can do what you want,” but Logan didn’t miss the way he tilted his head back and presented his purpling throat. 

Sliding a finger under the offered neck, he smiled, sliding the collar slowly around, giving time to back away. "Mmm, thank you, baby~!"

Janus felt the collar in a more tentative fashion than Remus did, his eyes lidded. He shakily dropped to his knees. 

Petting them both, he encouraged them to lean. "There's my babies… I've got you, safe and sound."

Janus had to remind himself that it was just the two of them there, that no one could see him… Acting like this. He leaned into Logan’s touch while Remus giggled beside him. 

"Only like this for me, baby… Just relax, let me care for you today, hmm?" Cupping the tenser face, he rubbed behind Remus' ears. 

“Yeah,” Janus whispered as Remus melted and whined into Logan’s touch, “I’ll try.”

"That's all I want, little one… How about you curl up in the couch blankets, get them all ready and I'll get pup his knee socks, ears, and tail?"

Remus perked up, and Janus nodded, trying to ignore the fluttering in his chest. He stole the remote and curled up in the corner of the couch, stealing all the blankets, and finding his favourite show. Remus followed Logan excitedly. 

Smiling, Logan scooped him up, making for the bags and settling the pup next to the table. "Strip, pet… Then lean over the table for your tail!"

Janus’ eyes widened and his face flushed. He pushed out the thought that he’s going to see Remus naked— Remus himself didn’t seem too shy. He did exactly as Logan asked, clothes flinging everywhere, and bent himself over the table. Janus kept his gaze firmly on the T.V. 

Stroking his boy, he hummed, rubbing some lube into his hole as he started to stretch him for the plug. "Such a messy boy… You'll be picking that up with your teeth and making a pile under the table afterwards, pup."

Remus whined and started to protest, but Janus cleared his throat. He flicked his gaze to Remus for just a second, shifted under the blankets, and looked back at the T.V as he said, “Puppies don’t speak, unless I’m mistaken.” 

"Quite correct. Pups may whine, bark, yip, howl, or growl… But no words, are we understood, my slutty little bitch~?"

“What’s your colour in regards to that, darling?” Janus asked, barely managing to keep his gaze away. 

“Green,” Remus squeaked, eyes wide. 

Smiling, Logan worked him with two fingers, humming. "That's a good pup…"

Remus whined and whimpered, thrusting back against him. Janus couldn’t tear his gaze away anymore; he took in all of Remus’ beautiful form, everything he’d been wanting to see for so long, and hunched his hips even as guilt settled in his stomach. 

Humming, he beckoned Janus over. "Baby? Can you get me his ears?"

Janus hesitated. There was no way he could get up without them noticing how hard he was. “Get them yourself,” he said and moved his gaze back to the T.V. 

"Come here, baby… Or I'll send pup to you. Maybe he can help you with your problem~?"

“I don’t have a problem,” he snapped. “Get it yourself.” 

Settling the tail plug in, he hummed, sliding the padded socks into place. "Well, then… His mouth is amazing though~!" 

Janus ignored him, face bright red as he burrowed further in the blankets. Snapping softly to get Remus to kneel again, Logan dressed him in green lingerie and set the ears in place, before whispering something to him. Remus grinned and bounded over to the couch. He leapt up and Janus yelped as Remus landed in his lap. He curled up and nuzzled his head into Janus’ tummy, who very, very slowly rested his hands on Remus’ arm and head. Remus nuzzled into him for pets, and Janus felt like he was going to explode. 

Grinning Logan came over to watch. "Isn't he adorable?"

“Mhm.” Janus’ voice was strangled. 

Remus whimpered and looked up at him with wide eyes. Janus brushed Remus’ hair back tentatively, and Remus smiled and nuzzled into his palm. 

"Go on, pup… Make him feel even better~!" 

Remus eagerly tugged at the blankets, Janus tensing. Remus stopped with his hands on Janus’ pants and frowned up at him. 

“Colour?” Remus asked softly. 

Janus melted a little. “You really want to do this?” Remus nodded. “...Green.” 

Remus smiled and unbuttoned Janus’s pants, yanking them down the best he could before ducking his head. Janus let out a choked whine and tipped his head back. 

"Good boys…" Smiling proudly, Logan leaned in and stroked Janus' face, kissing his cheek.

Any guilt Janus had felt melted away as Remus sucked his cock eagerly, and he leaned into Logan’s touch. “Remus,” Janus panted, bucking his hips. 

"Just give his hair a tug when you're close… He likes to swallow, but also likes being painted~!" Rubbing at Janus' shoulders and face, he kissed more. "Watch him~!"

Just the thought of covering Remus in his come, marking him as Janus’, had him tangling his fingers in Remus’ hair and tugging hard. Remus whined and pulled off half way just in time for Janus to come, half in his mouth and half over his nose and cheek. 

Janus whimpered as he stared down at Remus with lidded eyes. He only felt so incredible for a moment before the guilt crept back in. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Janus whispered, frantically wiping away his come. “Use your words.”

“I’m okay!” Remus laughed kind of nervously, and grabbed one of Janus’ hands. “I’m okay. Master’s right, I like it. That was really fun!”

Taking one of Janus' hands, Logan hummed, licking it clean. "It's okay, baby…"

Janus shuddered, slipping his fingers into Logan’s mouth. Remus curled back up happily, not bothering to tuck Janus’ cock back away as he nuzzled into Janus’ stomach. 

"Mmm, so delicious, baby… Almost jealous of the pup~!" Licking and sucking, Logan grinned.

Janus groaned and laid back, letting Logan do what he will with his fingers as Remus practically purred in his lap. He felt like he was in a dream. There was no way this was real. 

Logan nibbled his palm. "Happy, baby~?"

He nodded dazily, and made a vague sound of agreement.  

Stealing another kiss, Logan slid onto the couch, petting their pup and he kissed Janus deeply, content. Janus kissed him back with a sigh, fingers raking through Remus’ hair. 

Smiling, Logan tucked Janus closer, stroking down his chest lightly. Mmm, my beautiful babies!

“I never thought I’d be here with you,” Janus mumbled, and after a moment of hesitation, “or him.” Remus had fallen asleep, snoring quietly and gripping onto Janus’s shirt. 

"Mmm, same… But here we are and isn't it lovely?" Kissing Janus on the forehead, he smiled softly.

Janus squeezed his eyes shut as they welled with tears. “I’m sorry I… Acted, how I did. I was… Jealous. And upset.”

Petting him gently, he hushed Janus. "Baby, it's okay…. Really, it is."

Janus wiped his eyes and looked up, trying to keep his tears in. “I don’t deserve you two. Remus is… He’s so good, and you…” 

Nuzzling, he hummed. "Baby, you're good, too. So good. One of the only people to out debate me, ever… You're a handsome, strong… Amazing man. I am lucky to have you and Remus at my side, baby!"

“You had to go through hell to get through to us,” Janus laughed weakly. “We’re both so stupid. You’re sure it was worth your energy?”

Nodding, he smiled. "So worth it… I would have no others at my side~!"

Janus kissed him softly. “Hopefully that lasts.” 

Humming into the kiss, he nodded. "I want this to last, too… But even if something pulls us from a romantic relationship… I will always be your friend and supporter, Janus."

Janus wiped his eyes roughly. “Shut up,” he snapped. 

Voice soft and fond, he hummed, taking his chin. "Never. I do not like falsehoods… Especially when it's about someone I love."

“You don’t love me,” he scoffed, pressing their foreheads together. “You barely know me. This whole thing…” He laughed wetly, “is ridiculous.” 

"I am not in love with you yet, but I care for you deeply. I know that you are someone I want in my life, to get to know. Please let me care for you, Janus?" Touching the collar lightly, he smiled. "This is my promise, you are wanted. You are special and I want to date you. Your problems are mine, let me assist you with them. My arms are yours… Come to me when you have need or desire and I will catch you."

Part of him still believed this was some trick, that neither of them actually wanted him and they were putting him on. It probably wasn’t true, but if it was… Janus wasn’t so sure he cared. 

He leaned into Logan’s touch and nodded, eyes fluttering closed. Stroking his hair, Logan sighed happily as they fell asleep in a cuddle pile.

Janus rolled his eyes as Logan pulled the car into the long driveway. Janus adjusted his bowtie with a scowl. “Why did Remus and I have to come to this again?” 

Logan sighed softly. "Because I need the support and I want my partners to meet my parents?"

“Yeah, it’s been, like, six months!” Remus cried with a pout. “I want to meet them!”

“I don’t see why you needed me to tag along,” Janus grumbled, but followed them out of the car anyway. 

Remus pressed an excited kiss to Janus’ mouth, grinning up at him. Janus couldn’t help but smile back. Remus was dressed in a sparkly, gothic dress, and stockings with a tentacle pattern down the legs. Janus had dressed down compared to his boyfriends, dressed in a suit similar to Logan’s but with a yellow bowtie and undershirt. 

Chuckling, Logan smoothed his tuxedo and offered his hands. "Baby… I need you both by my side. Besides, it's also a business dinner party, I thought you'd be thrilled to meet some of them?"

He shrugged a little, sheepish. “I could use that to pass the time.”

He took Logan’s hand and laced their fingers with a sigh, following him inside. 

Setting Remus' hand on his arm, Logan twined his other fingers with Janus' and led them inside. "Kiss, babies?"

Remus giggled and kissed Logan sloppily on the lips. Janus glanced around for prying eyes, and gave Logan a soft kiss on the cheek. 

Smiling, Logan relaxed a little more. He sighed, before taking them inside with a nod to the person at the door who greeted him. "Thank you, my dears…." 

Remus squealed pretty much the second they got inside. He tugged on both of their hands. “Guys- Guys- Dancing! There’s dancing!” 

Chuckling, Logan tugged him close for a nuzzle. "Calm, my pup… Why don't you and Janus dance, I'll let my parents know we're here?"

“I- I don’t know,” Janus said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t dance in front of other people.”

Remus pouted, and turned his puppy eyes on Logan. “Pleeeeaaaaaseeeee, Master?” 

Giving in, Logan nodded. "We shall, then… There's likely to be food on that side of the room and mother usually opens her rose garden, through those doors?" 

Janus grinned. “Then I’m sure I’ll find something to entertain myself.” He kissed both of their cheeks. “Find me in the garden when you’re done.”

"Will do, darling!" Logan led Remus to the floor, sweeping him into his arms with a smile.

Janus wormed his way through the crowd of strangers to the garden, only stopping at the food tables to get himself a glass of wine. He breathed in deeply when he stepped inside, breathed in all the green and the flowers and his drink. He wandered through the garden for a while, admiring all of Logan’s mom’s clear talent, finding a bench by a fish pond to rest at. 

Someone hummed softly behind him. "You're new here tonight… how are you liking the garden?"

Janus glanced back and internally groaned at the woman standing behind him. Fucking small talk. He decided to be subtle. “It’s beautiful. A good place to get away from the crowds.”

"That it is… I find the best people out here at these gatherings. Did you come with someone?" She smiled, her light silver dress swirling around her ankles as she stepped closer.

“Yep. My two boyfriends.” If that didn’t scare her off, he didn’t know what would. It usually worked. He finished his glass of wine with a little hum of disappointment. 

She chuckled and sighed. "Well, there goes my hope to pair you with my boy…" 

Janus quirked an eyebrow. He feigned offence and made a show of looking down at himself. “Do I look that gay?” 

She shrugged. "Is there a gay look these days? I'm just saying that to let you know that I wasn't coming onto you…. That's the correct phrase, yes? I'm married and my son is around your age I believe."

Janus laughed. He didn’t know who this bitch was, but he liked her. “How old is he?” 

"Just recently turned 29… He has two partners, I'm hoping he brought them tonight! More wine, sweetie?" She winked. "I have a bench cooler with a nicer selection out here, Max knows me too well…"

He grinned. “More wine sounds great. And, uh, your son’s a few years older than me, but he’s the same age as one of my boyfriends, so it doesn’t really matter.”

Leading the way gracefully, she hummed. "How old are you then? Over 21, I hope?"

“Yeah, I’m about to start my second year. I’m 22.” 

"Lovely! What are you studying?" Opening a bench carefully, she took out a bottle of wine and showed the label, offering to pour.

Janus held out his glass happily. “Uh, I’m double majoring. Law and philosophy. Barely had the time to come tonight, honestly. But Logan wouldn’t let me stay home.” He chuckled a little into his glass, taking a big gulp. 

Her eyes widened as she took back the bottle. "Logan, hmm? Tell me about him? He sounds like a good man if he makes you relax so you don't burn out!" Is it my Logan? Oh, I hope so! You're so precious!

“You don’t have to act like you don’t know him,” Janus chuckled. “Logan Taylor? Everyone here knows him, I’m not dumb. And anyway, I think I force him to relax more than he does me.” 

She dissolves into giggles. "Oh, honey… I know my Loganberry very well, indeed…. My son has excellent taste!" 

Janus froze. Now would be a great time for a spontaneous, painless death. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t think of what to say. He couldn’t feel his heartbeat. 

"Are you Janus or Remus? I'm guessing Janus… You seem more calm and reserved than he's described Remus to me." Offering her hand, she smiled widely. "Sit with me, tell me all about yourself dear?"

Oh, God, how did he get himself into this? He sat down with her and prayed they would be finished dancing soon. “I- I’m Janus,” he managed. “Uh… What do you want to know?” This entire time he was talking to his boyfriend’s mom like she was… Some random lady. How was she not enraged at the disrespect? 

"Well, I know how Lo feels about you… But I'm curious how you feel about him? I know he can be a bit grumpy before coffee and if you run out of exactly the right type of jam…."

Janus took her offered hand, mostly because he’d feel too awkward not to. He tried not to smile at the thought of Logan before coffee. “Um. How- How does he feel about me?”

She squeezed lightly. "Honey, you don't know that he gushes about you two? He's always so quick to dash out after board meetings because he's got to get home to you… He's head over heels!"

Janus blushed deep red. “Logan is… My constant. He’s the only stable and, uh, secure thing in my life. I don’t… I don’t think he understands how much that means, to- to Remus and I both.” 

Her heart squeezed. "Oh, Janus… I'm sure he's aware. He never works overtime if he can help it anymore, his schedule is so much more stable now. I really think you two are it for him…"

Janus barely held back a smile. “You think he’d want to stay with us?” 

She grinned. "Sweetheart, I have a feeling you'll be calling me ‘mom’ soon enough. Now, where are those two hiding, hmm? Food or the dance floor?"

“They’re dancing. Remus saw and didn’t want to do anything else.” Janus chuckled nervously, taking a few more big gulps of wine. 

"How sweet… Janus, are you alright? That's a bit quick on the wine…" Frowning softly, she reached for the glass. "Perhaps we should get some food into you?"

He blushed. His head was starting to feel a little fuzzy… He didn’t want to give up the wine, but he didn’t dare refuse her. “I’m okay.” He held out the glass. 

She hummed, taking it carefully and leading Janus to the buffet. "I don't want Logan to be mad at me for getting his boyfriend drunk. Do I scare you that much, Janus?" 

He nearly spluttered, stuttering out, “I’m not scared,” but he wasn’t nearly as good of a liar with the alcohol in his system. Jesus, this was not going well. She was certainly going to tell Logan to leave him the second they’re alone. 

"Sweetie… Logan loves you!" She patted his hand gently as they walked. She smiled at Logan and Remus on the dance floor. "I may be his mother, but I have no control over who he loves…"

Remus giggled as Logan dipped him, gripping onto his shoulders and squealing. 

Janus forced his gaze away, and choked out, “But I’ve been such an asshole to you.”

She giggled softly. "You were honest, and I didn't introduce myself. I try to have a conversation with people first, as a random person— it shows me their character. You are kind but honest, Janus. It's a good set of qualities!"

As they reached the food tables, Remus looked over and gasped as he saw them. He gripped Logan’s hand and tugged him over. 

“Hi, Janny!” Remus’ face was bright and excited, as happy as could be. 

Logan sighed but smiled. He hugged Janus, and blushed at his mother's soft laugh. "My dear… Oh, you found Mother!"

Remus was immediately distracted. “Oh, there’s chocolate!”

Janus lurched forward and grabbed Remus’ hand, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him away from the table. “What are you doing, there’s probably milk in there!”

Remus pouted up at Janus’ worried, exasperated face. “But it’s chocolate-“

“We can stop by that cupcake place you like on the way home, you can’t just eat random chocolate-“

Janus blinked as Remus leaned up and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Janus tried to speak as his mind rebooted, and Remus said, “Okay.” 

"Awww…" Bouncing a little, Carla grinned, holding the bowl out to Janus. "Let the boy have some chocolate! He's just the cutest!" 

Logan sputtered softly, taking the bowl and feeding Remus a piece. "You approve, Mom? They're very dear to me…."

Remus ate the chocolate happily as Janus scrambled to look at the card on the bowl, displaying the ingredients. He glared at Logan. “You could have just said it doesn’t have milk in it,” he snapped, momentarily forgetting about Carla’s presence. 

Logan hummed softly. "I gave Mother the allergy information and she told me exactly which dishes to keep Remus away from. They're in the bowls with green edges. The blue rim means you can't have their contents." He winked. "Got to keep my boys happy and safe!" 

Carla grinned, nodding. "Such a fierce protector…"

“Besides, Jan-Jan, you know I’m not that dumb! I wouldn’t eat something-”

“Exactly how many allergic reactions did you have before you told me I can’t cook with milk?” Janus crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. 

Remus blushed. “I dunno.”

“Eight,” Janus said. “Sixteen days into living with me, and you just ate whatever I handed you. Excuse me for being worried.” 

Carla frowned softly. "I'm glad he has you two caring for him, then…"

Janus sighed and cradled Remus against him, resting his chin on top of his head. “Me, too. I, um…” He forced himself to meet Carla’s eyes, “I- I’m really sorry about that, um, display. It wasn’t… It wasn’t very polite. I apologize.”

She waved him off and gestured to Remus. "Worry leads to strong reactions, dear. He's a handful, I can tell…" 

Logan hugged his boyfriends gently. "A lovely handful, yes indeed, Mother. I wouldn't have him any other way!"

Remus giggled and kissed Logan’s cheek. “Janny, you’re not still worried about impressing her, are you?” He pouted and Janus’ face flushed bright red. “She’s fancy, but she’s nothing like your parents! You can just be yourself!”

“Remus, please,” Janus choked out, fighting the urge to hide his face in Logan’s shirt. 

Carla sighed softly, opening her arms. "Come here, darlings? Let me hug my son's boyfriends? You're so perfect for him…"

Remus giggled and jumped into her arms, hugging her tightly. Janus hesitated. 

Giving Remus a cuddle, she smiled, petting his hair. "We have to have a spa day some time, you're so cute!" 

Logan stroked Janus' back lightly. "It's okay, baby… You're already family, my love."

As Remus babbled on with Carla about all the things they could do together, Janus leaned into Logan’s touch. “I know. I’m trying.” 

"You are and I love you all the more for it, baby." Stealing a soft kiss, Logan wrapped around him gently. "Let me dance with you, J? Mother and Remus should bond well over fashion and spa day outings…"

He blushed. “If you can find an empty room, I’ll dance with you.” 

"Done!" Gently tugging, he led Janus to an empty room after a few tries. He locked it behind them. "Anything for you, baby.."

Janus chuckled freely, draping his arms over Logan’s shoulders, crossed at the wrist. 

Taking his hips, Logan swayed them gently, kissing Janus' cheeks. "Mmm, there's my cutie pie…"

“Shut up,” he mumbled. He laid his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Your mom tricked me, by the way.” 

"Oh? Did she do her 'you're new here, and I'm a random woman' bit on you?" Nuzzling Janus as they swayed, he chuckled.

“She did. She also didn’t let me get drunk. She’s a bitch, I love her.” He chuckled. “She also tried to set me up with you, Loganberry.” 

"The horror… A protective mother who's still trying to get me dates. At least she has good taste? And Loganberry? Oh, goodness… I haven't heard that nickname since I was 12!" He grinned, kissing Janus' ear. "Feel free to use it~?"

Janus bit Logan’s ear. “Stop being weird.” 

"Weird? How am I being weird, love?" Petting Janus, he cuddled him closer.

“‘Loganberry.’” He snickered and stopped the swaying in favour of pulling Logan’s body against his, nuzzling into his neck. With nobody else around, he felt more secure, able to run his hands under Logan’s coat and make Logan wrap his arms around him. 

Wrapping tighter, Logan sighed. "My baby… All mine."

Janus sighed happily. “Say that again.” 

"Mmm, you're mine, baby… All mine to love and cherish and protect~!" He kissed at Janus’ neck, coaxing to relax and melt into Logan’s arms.

Janus’ knees went a little weak, and he did exactly that. He hummed and nuzzled into Logan’s neck, eyes closed. The wine probably helped. 

Logan supported him easily. "We're all alone, baby~ Why don't you relax? Daddy's got you."

Like always, Janus’ words slipped out before he really thought about it. “Yes, daddy.” 

"Need daddy to give you some love or just cuddles, baby? You're so tense…" Stroking in long pets, he directed them to a chair, sitting and pulling Janus into his lap.

“Just cuddles, please,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to Logan’s shoulder. “Some more wine would be nice, but your mom’s probably hiding it all at this point.” 

"Wine when we're at home, baby? Daddy wants to make sure you're okay…" Massaging gently, he slid Janus' jacket off to rub over his back and neck easier. 

“I’m okay, daddy,” he promised. “It just… You know, makes me feel less like I’m fucking everything up. I don’t know how Remus can be so… Casual, with parents. I mean, his and mine are so alike, and Remus is just… Unphased.” 

Humming, Logan nodded. "He's one of a kind… He has so much hope and love. That's why we protect our ball of sunshine, yes? I wouldn't leave him with her if I didn't know she's going to cuddle and love on him properly, baby."

Janus nodded. “I know… It’s not- It’s not about her. I’m sure she’s great. It’s just… You know. I was always told my partners’ parents aren’t my friends, they’re my…” Janus cleared his throat, “you know, like, superiors.” 

Janus didn’t actually remember how much he'd told Logan about his parents. He certainly hadn’t introduced them. Knowing him, he probably only told Logan small things, when he was drunk or in subspace. 

"Ah… I see. My parents are more formal, usually. However, events like this are only for friends, family. They let loose and relax, showing their true selves. That's why I thought this would be the place for you to meet them? They're not superior, just older and a little wiser?" 

“I know,” he said quietly. “Or… I’m trying to.” 

"Your sharp little mind knows, your heart is still catching up to the fact that you're safe and wanted?" Petting his hair, he raised Janus' face for a soft but possessive kiss.

Janus moaned happily, kissing him back with a smile. “Should we check on Remus?” He asked after a while. 

Nodding, Logan hummed, sliding Janus back to his feet and settling their clothes back in place. "We should and will… My darling baby." 

Janus blushed deeply and took his hand, following him out to search for Remus. He tried not to let his anxiety get the better of him as he interacted with Logan’s parents and associates, tried not to be too stiff and standoffish. It helped having Remus next to him, who could have an excitable conversation with anyone in the world— and Logan, too, of course. 

Proudly showing off his boyfriends, Logan smiled from his place between them, a hand on both their hips. My lovely boys… 

Reminder that I’m (Virgil) doing smut commissions on Kofi, each coffee equals 300 words for any prompt of your choosing (I can reblog some prompt lists if you guys would prefer, as well, just let me know). 

A terrified yelp spilled from his lips as he pushed and pulled at the metal. What’s going on?!

Thick, hairy hands curl around the bars of the cage, the metal screeching along the stone floor as Logan was hauled into the darkness. 

“That’s four for me,” the voice closest to him grunts, “and none for you. Have you noticed that? I have.” 

His hands flew to his ears. He quickly lost track of where he was, darkness and the long strides of whoever, or whatever, now had him, making it impossible. The screaming pain in his ankle had hardly subsided by the time the moving finally stopped. The only direction Logan was certain he went in was down. He started to realize why this place wasn’t marked on the map. 

“Do him like the other humans, there should be an open spot close to the city,” the same voice ordered. “I’ll go update the books.” 

His heart sunk. He flinched back as a long arm reached for him. The monster tugged at him even as he kicked with his unbound leg, fumbling in his pockets for his knife and swiping. “Get the hell away! Let me go!!”

The thing laughed gleefully as its slim form easily avoided his slashes. “You know,” it clamped down on Logan’s injured ankle, pain forming black spots in his vision, “those stupid crystal things were the best thing we’ve ever done for our jobs. Made things so much easier.” 

Logan snarled, certain that if he could just get one hit in, it would be fine. Maybe he’d even wake up, bed sheets wrapped around his ankles instead of this millipede nightmare.

“If you don’t stop struggling,” it sang, “you’ll never be able to use that ankle again.” It squeezed tighter, digging the metal further into his flesh, Logan’s vision turning white.

He screamed and fell limp. 

The thing dragged him forward by his ankle and slapped something against his neck. It crumpled and curled around like a collar, but the material was some type of metal Logan didn’t recognize. It almost… Harnessed heat. The longer it stuck to his skin, the more it burned, like holding your hand too close to fire without touching it. 

It clipped a chain on the collar and dragged Logan across the dirt floor. Logan will never forget the things he saw as it led him further into the cave system. 

It brought him down to an area with square holes cut in the walls, light seeping into the makeshift hallway. What could only be described as monsters peeked through the windows, watching Logan with expressions he couldn’t recognize. There was occasional hissing, chirping, incoherent English mumbling… But not a human in sight. 

Slumped in the larger pen, he tried to put together what had happened for a long time after the creature left, he finally had looked down to see the bloody mess his ankle was, and the trap attached to it. It throbbed with his panicked heartbeat ever since he had given up getting it off. 

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?”

An androgynous voice, sounding almost-human, echoed down the hall as two pairs of footsteps headed for his cage. Were they human? Were they going to save him? 

Shifting to his feet, Logan carefully hopped back a little. A soft whine left his lips as he imagined the horror to come. 

“What?! I’m a bitch?!” A louder tone answered, an almost trill to the end echoing off the cavern walls. “You!” The voice sputtered, as if trying and failing to defend itself. “You’re not even looking at me, fang boy!”

“I don’t have to look at you to know you’re a moron. You’ve tripped over more rocks than me, and I’m fucking blind.” 

Two figures came into Logan’s vision. One of them was biped, and looked vaguely humanoid, but a long snout protruded from its face and in place of nails, long, black talons curled. They were sharp enough to slit Logan’s throat. The thing’s eyes, for what tiny slits they were, had no colour. 

Gesturing with a broad swipe, the second figure proclaimed loudly, “So, I wanted to be fashionable and pretty for the new arrivals, Count Woe-laff! So sue me!" 

“Count… Who?”

Logan gingerly hopped out of range of the claws and the cloak the louder one wore. It floated and fluttered, as if it sat on a tide. Eyes lifting to meet Logan’s, the loud one found a rock and went down hard. He squeezed out a pained breath. 

The badger thing slapped a paw to its face, right above his snout. “God, you are such a moron.” It knelt down and wrapped a paw around the other’s wrist, and for a moment Logan thought those talons were going to draw blood, but the thing helped its counterpart up and patted its back roughly. 

Huffing, it dusted off, just now noticing Logan. "So, I missed a safety measure or three. Did you see-? Oh! There’s a human!" 

A deep rumble fell from the badger boy’s throat, presumably a laugh. “No, I don’t see. But do you know how I know anyway? Because I listen when we’re given orders.” 

The two of them stopped in front of Logan’s cage. The badger held large, flat pieces of stone and ran a single talon along it. The nail wormed its way between all the grooves and indentations, face clenched in concentration. 

“Logan?” It tried. “Did I say that right? You’re listed as male, is that correct?” 

Mouth opening a few times, Logan managed after a few moments, "I… Yes? How do you know that?! I haven't… There weren’t any questions asked!”

“Everything I have here is first impressions, things our superiors could tell from sight. My name is Virgil, and the idiot back there is Roman. He uses he/him, I use they/them. What do you use?” They cocked their head towards Roman and mumbled, “Did I ask that correctly?” 

Roman snorted softly. “I’m not an idiot, V!" 

"Yes, a bit stiff and formal, but basically correct. I prefer he/him pronouns and my name is Logan. Why am I here? Can either of you get this device off of my leg?!” He balanced, using a part of the cage furthest from the two beings, uncertainty clouding his mind.

“You were unlucky,” Virgil answered, and then the rest of Logan’s words caught up with them. They snapped something in a language Logan didn’t understand, in the same implication of one spitting out a chain of curses, and asked, “Damnit, Roman, did they leave that fucking thing on again?”

“Looks like it. They pushed it in, too! Even when they struggle, that’s just mean!” Lilting sounds left his lips in much the same implied tone. “We have to get closer to get it off.”

“I’ll do it. Just make sure he doesn’t escape.” Virgil gave Roman the tablets and pulled a set of keys from one of their many pockets. They spoke as they unlocked the door. “Roman and I are assigned to guard you when you’re on good behaviour. If you act out too much, we can’t help, and you won’t like where you end up.” They knelt in front of Logan and pat the ground. “Put your ankle right here. You’re going to have to trust us, and accept the situation.” 

Slowly pushing off the wall, Logan carefully slid to where Virgil indicated, voice soft and stubbornly resigned. “Do I have a choice? I don’t know where ‘here’ is or how to get home, even if I thought that I could walk or climb to get there.”

“You’re smarter than most humans they catch.” Virgil slipped a talon into a slot on the device, a thin tongue poking between their lips. They plunged the talon deeper, and the device popped off, ripping off some of Logan’s skin with it. 

“FUCK! That hurts!” He groaned. He tugged his foot close and rocked, pressing at the bleeding parts of his foot. He glared. “What good does being smart do me? I’m still here.” 

“I’m sorry.” They sounded genuine. “I didn’t want to warn you, it would have just freaked you out.” Virgil stood and left the cage, closing and locking the door behind them. They took the tablets back from Roman. “We don’t have a lot of human food. Do you have… Uh, fuck, what did that girl call it? Come on, Roman, speak up, you know way more about humans than I do.” 

Roman jumped a little. “Which girl, the one that had those little bars in her bag or the one that said she couldn’t eat nuts?”

“The one who couldn’t eat nuts. She said it’d kill her. We weren’t aware humans weren’t able to eat all human foods. That’s so fucking weird… You guys are fucking weird, you know that?” 

“Those are called allergies. Sensitivity in differing degrees to parts of our environment. I don’t have an allergy to anything. That I’ve encountered so far at least?”

A horrible grating sound sliced through the air as Virgil noted that down with their talon. “And how old are you? We’ve tried guessing age before but another thing humans are fucking weird with, you guys don’t look the same ever.” 

Covering his ears, Logan gritted his teeth. “Twenty- I’m twenty years old.”

Virgil noted that down as well and, to Logan’s immense relief, pocketing the tablets. “Okay. So what’s gonna happen is I’m gonna grab you some food while Princey here watches you, then-”

“VIRGIL! ROMAN!” An impatient voice echoed through the corridor, rapidly coming closer. “I’M HERE TO MEET THE NEW HUMAN!” 

“Get lost, Janus,” Virgil growled. “The human’s not open for meet and greets yet!”

Logan hissed softly, pushing back against the wall. No more new things… 

At first glance, the rapidly approaching creature looked human. It almost startled hope in Logan, until it came into the light. 

It was not human. 

Its skin was ghostly pale in the spaces it wasn’t covered in shimmering green scales. Its eyes were slit like a snake’s, its fangs poking out between its lips. It had similar talons to Virgil’s, but a fraction of the length and looked almost manicured. 

A dazzling grin slid across its face as its eyes landed on Logan. “Oh, hello darling.” It frowned, gaze dropping to his ankle. “Oh, dear, did these two do that to you?” 

Virgil shoved the thing. “You can’t keep doing this every fucking time a human arrives. Just because you meet them first doesn’t mean anyone can guarantee you a lower price.” 

“P-Price?!” Logan trembled. “You mean I’m to be sold… Like property?!” His vision swam. He curled up tight around his injured limb, rocking slowly as he panicked. “Maybe I should just fucking run… Hope I find a damn cliff or something’s claw…”

All three of them jumped in visible panic, jumping over each other to discourage him. 

“-horrible, horrible idea-”

“-please, darling, you’ll only get hurt-”

“-you won’t make it far enough and the punishment will make you regret trying-”

The snake thing wrapped a hand around one of the bars. “I know it looks bleak now, but if you trust me, convince the others that I would be the best buyer… You’ll be happy they took you in the first place.”

Logan laughed with a snort. “Why the fuck would I want something like that?!”

“You’re going to confuse him,” Virgil growled. “Don’t make him think he has any say. Just go and wait for his display day, okay?” 

“You’ll look fabulous! And certainly end up with a better owner than snake lips there!” Roman blocked the view with his body, winking.

“I can make you happy!” It insisted. “Please, don’t listen to them! My name is Janus. What’s yours? Let me get to know you, darling.” 

“Happy?! Go suck an egg and choke.” Turning, Logan tugged at his ankle, turning to Virgil. “Is there any medical treatment? Water? Clean cloth?”

“Yes, I’ll bring you water with your dinner. Roman, did you-”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Janus did not seem sorry, “but I’m not familiar with that human expression? Was that- Was-”

“You were rejected,” Virgil said flatly. “When are you going to accept that no one wants you?” 

“I don’t trust any of you and I don’t like this one bit,” Logan muttered softly. 

Janus hesitated, then spun on his heels and left. 

Virgil sighed. “Roman, did you remember the gauze?”

Producing a roll from a bag on his hip, Roman nodded. "Of course!”

Virgil took it and unlocked the cage again. “I’ll go grab your food after I get this wrapped up, okay? Did they hurt you anywhere else?” They sat and patted the same spot on the floor. 

Slowly stretching out again, Logan thought. “The collar-thing felt like it was burning… But I don’t think so?” Looking at his hands, he hummed. 

“Bruises on his hands at least,” Roman piped up, “probably all over from those damn cages.”

Virgil wrapped Logan’s ankle and held out their paws, palms up. “Give me your hands.” 

Carefully, Logan held them out, palm down. “What is the purpose of taking humans? What use are we to you?”

“It’s different for each buyer.” Virgil’s dark skin was surprisingly soft as their fingers rubbed along Logan’s palms. “The simple answer is that there’s a huge market for it. There are rumours that people buy humans because they want to take out their anger at being locked down here while you all are free up there, but I think that’s bullshit. We could go up there if we wanted, we just don’t. I think the people who think that are cowards.”

Logan snorted. “Everything I’ve seen here is like a cross between a fantasy tale and a nightmare… Things most people don’t believe even exist! There’s no way there’s a lock or force keeping you here! That’s just not logical!" 

“Exactly.” Virgil grinned, squeezing Logan’s hands. “You walked right in, didn’t you? What’s stopping the ones desiring to walk right out?” 

"Well… I was exploring, curious. I rather fell in? It was a doorway, though!” He blushed, thinking back. “Seems it was a trap, though, from what they said.”

“Yeah,” Virgil mumbled as they rose to their feet. “It’s those crystals. Humans go crazy for them. The severity depends on the person, but it just makes you want to know… Everything about them. And you’ll put that priority over any others.” Virgil slipped out of the cage, then shut and locked the doors. “Humans are so stupid,” they sighed, and left to get Logan’s food. 

Logan curled in on himself. Did I upset them? “Oh…" 

Roman hummed softly and slipped into place at the door. "Should we get you more coverings? Are you too cold?" 

Pausing, Logan shook his head. Virgil came back a while later with a tray of what looked close to oatmeal, and a few bottles of water. They slid it through a gap in the bars, towards the bottom. 

“You should try to sleep after you eat.” They shoved a thick roll of cloth through as well. “Tomorrow’s going to be a big day. You’re going to meet one of our superiors, and she’ll be preparing you for your display day. Please, please obey us, and obey her. If you misbehave, Roman and I will not be able to help you.” 

"I… Okay, I’ll do my best. Thank you for the advice. What- What exactly is a display day?" 

“One of our superiors will take you to the city, along with some other humans, and, well, put you on display. People come by to meet you and look at you, and bids will start.” 

"Oh… Has anyone ever… Gone home?”

Virgil hesitated, expression darkening. “You mean… Left the cave?” 

“Yes. Is there a chance that I will ever see the surface again?” He raised his head to watch the expression of this strangely compassionate being. “Will I ever see my home again… Or am I here until I die?”

“Don’t ask questions like that,” Virgil hissed. “That’s exactly the kind of thing that will land you in a place you don’t want to be in. I’m sorry, I’m sure it must be hard to accept, but this is your best option now.”

“Oh…"  His head dipped, resting on his knees. "That tells me what I need to know, I guess.”

“It’ll be okay,” Virgil promised. “If you’re smart, you can find yourself a good owner who’ll make you happy.” They looked over their shoulder. “Roman, will you set up our tent? I’m taking second watch tonight.” 

Roman rolled his eyes. “Been setting it up as you two gossips talked, guess you really are blind, batboy!”

Virgil looked at them incredulously. “Do you think I’m exaggerating when I say I’m blind?”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh softly, a hand muffling the sound as Roman teased in that other language, causing Virgil to swipe at him.

Virgil finally just rolled their eyes. “Goodnight, Roman. Don’t be stupid, wake me up for my shift, okay?”

He huffed softly. “Fine… Sleep well, emo nightmare!”

“Goodnight, Logan. Let Roman know if you need something.” Virgil ducked into the tent and zipped it up behind them. 

Logan spent most of the night struggling to sleep. The blanket Virgil gave him barely softened the hard stone floor, and every time he fell asleep for a few minutes, he jerked awake, body insisting he was in danger. Eventually, he settled for leaning against the back wall of the enclosure and mentally reciting the constellations to try and remain calm. At some point he must have passed out, because he jerked awake when the door opened, an unfamiliar voice speaking with the two guards from earlier.

“How has he been behaving?” The feminine voice asked. 

“Perfectly,” Virgil said dryly. “Just went right to bed last night, didn’t even think about escaping.”

“Hmm. That’s perfect. Have you noticed anything strange about him, anything to take note of?”

Roman chuckled. “He seems quite intelligent, if a bit scared. The first crew beat him up a bit and I’m not sure if he’s having issues from that first handling?”

“Hmm,” she sounded indifferent, “I’ll check when we get him to the tailor. We’ll definitely have to market his intelligence, most humans are so dumb.” 

Slowly pushing up, Logan hummed softly as dread crept into his stomach. Watching her body language for clues, he steeled himself for whatever she might do to ‘display’ him. 

She talked with the two a little longer. She looked remarkably similar to Virgil. 

She unlocked the cage door and beckoned Logan forward. “Are you awake? Come here, please.”

“I am.” Standing, he slowly approached, watching those long claws carefully. “Am I allowed to speak, ma'am?”

Her barely-there eyes widened a bit. “Wow, you guys weren’t kidding. He is smart. Yes, Logan, you can speak, but keep it to a minimum. I presume Virgil and Roman told you where you’ll go when you misbehave, and I feel it’s important to tell you that our rules and their rules will not be the same.”

“What are those rules, ma'am? I would prefer to avoid punishment if possible.” Gulping as she approached, he fought not to run.

She gracefully slid her talons under his collar and brought him closer, clipping on a chain. She gently tugged, like beckoning a dog, and stepped out of the cage. 

“The obvious ones,” she told him as they walked through the dark corridors, Roman and Virgil flanking them, “like don’t try to escape, don’t be rude, don’t attack anyone. Any others, you have permission to break once, since you won’t know, then any time after that you’ll be assigned new guards.”

He nodded. If he were to break any rules, it would certainly be fighting back or being rude. “Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.”

“You’re very welcome, Logan. You’re very polite.” 

She took them down a route Logan didn’t recognize, and seemingly all at once, the cave walls turned into carved out homes, the narrow hall opened up into a huge cavern bustling with noise, and he was surrounded in life. It was a complete city, underground, and crawling with monsters. “Roman, please visit the office and update the books while Virgil and I bring him to the tailor.”

Smiling wide, Roman saluted. He took the tablets from Virgil before turning with a flourish. “Certainly! I’ll meet back up with you there!" 

Virgil’s boss led him through the city. Despite her lack of vision, she never ran into anyone or anything. She brought them to a tiny little building made of jagged rock, some of the door crumbling as she pulled it open. 

“Go in, now.” 

Stumbling slightly, Logan ducked inside. His eyes slowly adjusted to the lowered light. He could barely make out a small shop with piles of fabrics, some chains and restraints on the walls. "H-Hello?" 

Scratching sounded as a figure rounded the mounds, low syllabant voice purring as wings and claws came into view. "Greetings, human… Hand over the chain, Sylvia? I need to see all of him easily, you know!”

A griffin. 

Sylvia chuckled and passed it over. “He’s very intelligent, so we’ll need an outfit to highlight that, Rose, make sure everyone who sees him knows.”

Rose’s paw looped the chain over a stand as she drew him in closer. “So I see… His eyes are watching everything. Maybe if we highlight them….” Grabbing some materials, she draped them to check the shade. She sketched concepts with soft mutters. “Scholar… Robes?”

Sylvia hummed appreciatively and found a seat. Virgil stood guard by the door. “Yes, I’m sure that’ll work,” Sylvia said. 

“Of course, darling, I AM the best!” Moving Logan with firm but gentle paws, she measured and worked on creating a heavy-looking robe with colours that complimented his features. It made him look wise, and yet hampered movement so he wasn’t tempted to run. Showing him off when she finished, she motioned for Logan to turn. “I would add some makeup for those eyes if you really want him to sell at mark up, sweetie!”

“I’ll mention that to the stylist tomorrow. I trust you’ve done a wonderful job, if there’s anything the boss has to say I’ll bring him back before closing hours.” 

She stood and pulled a few gems out of the bag at her hip. One of them was an amethyst, but Logan didn’t recognize the rest. She held them out in Rose’s general direction. 

Taking the stones, Rose purred and traded them for Logan’s chain. “A pleasure as always!”

“Virgil, come take this.” She held out the chain, and Virgil felt around until they found her wrist, and felt their way to the end of the chain. “Wait outside for Roman, then get him back to his cage and make him something to eat. I’m going to make sure the work on his display cage is going smoothly.” 

“Sure.” They gestured for Logan to follow, taking it on faith that Logan saw and tugging him out the door. 

Logan stumbled as he adjusted to the change in leading style. “Virgil?”

Sylvia passed them outside and disappeared into the crowd of people. Virgil leaned against the wall of the tailor. “What’s up?”

“Just a question. Am I to wear this outfit only for presentation, or is this to be my new daily attire?” Logan touched the navy fabric, careful not to mess it up. 

“We’re just fitting you for your display day. After we get the boss’ approval, you’ll change back into your original clothes and we’ll keep that safe until everything’s ready. Why?”

“Oh… They are much warmer than what I currently have. The space I was in, it’s colder than I’m used to?" 

Virgil stepped forward and clumsily rubbed one of their paws over the side of Logan’s face. “Hm. You’re right, I don’t think humans’ skin is supposed to be this cold. I’ll grab you a hoodie when I get your breakfast. Jesus, do you see Princey anywhere? He’s so fucking distractable.”

Shivering, Logan leaned into the touch. "Mmm…" 

Roman scoffed softly, coming up behind Virgil. "Petting him without me, V? You’re bonding nicely!”

They dropped their paw with a sigh. “He’s cold. You should carry him back. Body heat should be able to warm him up just as well as fabric.” 

“Oh!” Stepping in, Roman scooped Logan up after a quick consideration on how to position him. “Okay! He’s so light… Are they supposed to be this small?”

Virgil shrugged as they made their way back. “I don’t know. Like I said, humans almost never look the same. Feel below his chest, can you feel his ribs through his skin?”

Logan squeaked as Roman poked at him. “I am not underweight!”

“Just let Roman check,” Virgil sighed. “We need to make sure we’re feeding you correctly.”

Blushing a bright red, Logan nodded and tried to relax. 

Roman hummed softly. “Not easily… Skinny but like just not a lot of natural padding? He is super cold though… Shivering.”

“Yeah, like I said, you gotta warm him up. Use friction.” 

Chuckling, Roman cuddled Logan close, hands sliding under his clothes to rub gently. “Got it, V!”

They brought him back to his holding cage, Virgil holding out his old clothes. “Go ahead and get changed, I need those.”

Turning for modesty even though he knew it was useless, Logan nodded. He held out the robes to Roman. “Here… Might I request something warm for food? It helps.”

“Of course. We have some soups that are safe for humans. I’ll be right back.” 

Roman grinned and settled Logan in his lap, stroking gently. “Soooo… Do you want to talk while V’s doing the boring stuff?”

He blushed and cuddled into Roman’s chest. “Sure?” 

“Awesome!” Petting Logan’s hair, he bounced a little. “So, what do you do for fun? Do you live alone? 20 is above the age of leaving your parent’s territory, right?”

“It varies from person to person. It’s not an abnormal time to be on your own.” He shrugged a little. Somehow, thinking of his old life seemed… Bleeker. “I read a lot. Um, I did a lot of exploring, obviously. I liked finding things I didn’t know about and taking it home to run some tests, see if there’s anything interesting. And, uh, yeah. I lived alone.” 

“Oh! So humans’ life patterns vary? There’s no set time to leave your first home, find a mate?” Roman’s eyes were wide, fascinated. 

Logan nodded slowly. “Yeah… I mean, you can do whatever you want, really. Do you… Have a ‘set time’ to find a mate?” 

He blushed. “Kind of? My species has a limit on how long you have to search. We have a token that we’re to give to our mates after courtship… and if you don’t, we kind of… fade?" 

Logan frowned deeply. “That’s horrible. What if you don’t want a partner?”

 Roman’s head tipped in confusion. "Who wouldn’t want a life partner? The world is lonely sometimes!”

“Well, plenty of people upstairs.” Logan turned to face Roman, wrapping his legs around him. He was slowly warming up, but not quick enough for his liking. “I mean… Well, are we talking about ‘life partners’ or ‘mates?’” 

“Oh! You separate the sexual pairs from the companionship ones?” Roman chuckled. “That makes more sense now!”

He nodded, hesitantly resting his head on Roman’s shoulder. “Yeah. Some people only want one or the other, or neither. I mean, most everyone wants someone to be with for their lives, but… More separated. It’s hard to explain. People can just do whatever they want with their own relationships.”

Roman hummed, sliding off his outer covering layer to hold Logan closer, fingers playing with his hair. “It’s complicated. We do have some help, though? Our tokens can act as a guide, giving a nudge if we’re blind to our feelings!" 

“Hmm… That’s really-”

“VIRGIL? ROMAN? ARE YOU BACK YET?” 

Wincing, Roman groaned and tucked Logan against him. "Son of a sea cow! GO AWAY!”

Janus appeared in the light, looking flustered. “Oh- Logan! You’re out of your cage!” He smiled shakily. “How did you sleep? Oh- Are you cold?” He started to shrug off his jacket. 

Logan snickered softly. He patted Roman’s hair as he hissed at Janus and bared his fangs. 

“I am,” Logan said, “I slept some… Roman is taking care of me, but, thank you?" 

“Oh, I don’t mind!” Janus messily grabbed some gems out of one of the pockets and stuffed them in his pants’ pocket, then held out the jacket. The inside was covered in patches of various fabrics, some of those patches with patches of their own. “I was hoping you’d be more up to talk today? Are you busy?”

Deciding it to be rude to refuse the gift, Logan slid into the jacket carefully. It wasn’t very comfortable— Scratchy, the material stiff. "Well… Um, I don’t think I’m allowed to before presentation day? I don’t want trouble.”

“Janus.” An irritated voice echoed through the tunnel, and Virgil came into view. “Why are you back?” 

“I’m trying to talk to Logan.” Frustration bit into his voice, Janus’ hands curling into fists. “Is that a problem?”

“Yes,” Virgil snapped. “He doesn’t want you. You can bid on him tomorrow like everyone else.”

“Thank you for your interest, Janus… But perhaps some other time?” Logan set his head on Roman’s shoulder, confused by the odd snake creature’s persistence.

One of Janus’ fangs poked into his lip. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Virgil set the tray of food down and came over to Logan with a thick hoodie. They felt over Logan’s shoulders and frowned in confusion, then anger. 

“Take that off,” they snapped. 

Blushing, Logan quickly obeyed. “Sorry… It seemed rude to refuse?”

Virgil tossed the jacket on the floor, one of their talons catching and ripping another hole. “When Sylvia said you couldn’t be rude, that certainly does not apply to him. Don’t trust him. Don’t take anything he gives you.” Virgil wrapped the hoodie around Logan’s shoulders and patted him softly. “Let’s get back in your cage, okay?”

Janus picked up his jacket silently, and left. 

“Oh… why?" 

“He doesn’t deserve to be around humans. You don’t know how things work down here, so you wouldn’t understand, but trust us. He should not be around humans.” Virgil held out his food tray once Logan was in the cage. 

Taking the tray, Logan leaned against the bars, wishing for Roman’s warmth again but sipping the soup happily. "Do you have any other advice?" 

“You’ve been doing fine,” Virgil promised. “Just get some rest for your display day.” 

"Are most humans bought after just one display day?” His forehead pinched at the thought of being uprooted again. 

“No. There are usually four, and you’ll be waiting at least a month. How long exactly depends. Bids are open for at least a month, and depending on the popularity of the subject- You -the date might be extended to try and raise a higher price.”

“O-Oh… and I’ll be kept here, or a different place between displays?” I wish I had my notebooks, my things… I dropped all that outside the hole when I fell in.

“It depends on your behaviour. If you behave, you’ll be kept with us until you’re bought. If you break a rule, though, you’ll immediately be switched guards until you’re either bought or the superiors are convinced you won’t act out again.”

Shaking his head, Logan nibbled his bottom lip. “I meant is there a way to earn perhaps… Warmer space, things to distract myself with? I am used to activity, knowledge-seeking.”

Virgil frowned. “I’m sorry. No, that’ll have to wait. You can ask your owner when you’re bought.” 

His shoulders slumped. “Oh… This will be a very long month then.” I’m to be bored and confused and scared, lovely.

Virgil headed back to Roman. 

Blushing a little, Roman pulled out a small package and handed it to Virgil. “Oh, before I forget, I saw this new tea at the vendors! It’s supposed to be super calming and it smells really good!" 

Virgil pressed the bag to their snout, sniffing it curiously. “Mm! Spicy! Thanks, Ro!” They jumped to their feet. “I’m gonna go make some, do you want any?” 

Preening a little, Roman made a little chirp of happiness. "Sure!”

Logan arched an eyebrow. Is… Is Roman courting Virgil?!

Virgil squeezed his hand and rushed away. Logan arched an eyebrow. “So… You did say gifts were instrumental to the courtship process, did you not?”

Blushing bright red, Roman turned to Logan. “Yeah… Doesn’t have to be expensive, just thought out!”

Logan finished his soup and hugged his knees. “How many gifts have you given them? Do they understand what you’re doing?”

Roman hummed softly as he thought. “There was the material for a new hoodie, some repair on their clothes… The tea, a few meals. I don’t know if they do, but I hope so! They’re so sure that nobody would want them, silly Clawsian!" 

“How long do you have until your, um, deadline?” 

Looking down, Roman tugged at his cloak gently. "Six lunar cycles…" 

Logan’s eyes blew wide. “What-? That’s- Tell them! You have to tell them!” 

Roman blush deepened. "Well, I don’t want to make them become my mate out of a sense of duty, to somehow save me? They’re so honourable…. Kind.”

“That’s-”

“That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard.” 

Two mugs clanked against the stone and Virgil charged forward. They felt up Roman’s arms, his shoulders, neck, finally cupping his face, then tilted his head to kiss him hard. 

Melting into the strong hands, Roman moaned, kissing back with equal passion as he revelled in the caring touches. “Virgil~”

Logan laughed. “I would agree… They seem quite amenable!”

Virgil slid their talons into Roman’s hair. After a moment or two, he pulled away, voice ragged. “If you ever put yourself in danger for me, ever again, I will break up with you so fucking fast, Princey-”

Face bright red, Roman nodded quickly and chased the touch. “O- Okay! I promise to tell you if I’m ever in danger again!" 

Virgil poked his nose. “Good.” 

They grabbed their mugs of tea and settled against Roman’s side. Virgil’s smelled approximately ten times spicier than Roman’s. 

Nuzzling lightly, Roman smiled. "Does that mean we’re together then, you accept me as your mate?!”

“Depends on how good this tea is.” Virgil took in a long sip, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, I accept.”

Laughing, Roman snuggled in and sipped his own. Virgil finished the mug and rested their head on Roman’s shoulder, falling asleep for a nap while Roman took watch.

The sub of this duo, Virgil, does commissions! Earn yourself 300 words for each coffee and the knowledge that you’re helping me pay the bills and start my own business 

"Right back at you, baby…" Kissing Virgil, he rubs the soft cheek. 

Virgil pulls him closer, still deep in subspace. Chuckling, Patton pets him, rubbing any tension out. "Such a good boy, love…"

Virgil lets out a quiet whine. 

"Daddy's little slut needs more, hmm? Roll over, baby~"

Virgil moans and rolls onto his tummy, resting his head on the pillow. 

Running a gentle hand over the presented curve of Virgil's ass, Patton groans, sliding a finger over the plugged hole. "So sexy, baby… Still loose too!" 

Virgil whines and grinds back against him. “Ah, daddy…”

Slowly fucking him with the plug, Patton kisses his back. "Coming apart already, baby?"

Virgil just groans. “Daddy.” 

"Yes, baby~?" Kissing down to a mark on Virgil's hip, Patton darkens it a little.

“Hurry up,” he groans. 

"Going to apologize for being a brat and not following daddy's orders? Have you earned daddy's cock?" Stroking the reddened cheek, he smirks, humming.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he whines. 

"Oh? So it was my other baby who ignored daddy's request to complete a chore before going to get your friend?" Spanking him softly, Patton keeps teasing him with just enough stimulation to keep him on the edge but not satisfy any itch.

“Maybe,” he grumbles, rocking his hips against the plug and biting his lip. 

"Are you sorry, baby boy?" Holding the hips still, he moves the plug at his own, achingly slow, pace.

Virgil whines into the pillow. “No.”

"Can do this for hours, baby… should get the rope and tie you up." Spanking harder, he reaches over Virgil for the cuffs beside him.

“Daddy, no,” he whines, hiding his hands. 

"You know what to do then, baby… What do you say to daddy?" Rubbing the reddened ass, he teases the puffy rim as he works the loose hole.

Virgil hesitates, and then just pouts, staying quiet. 

"Last chance before daddy ties you up and tickles you till you're begging to apologize, love. Just say it?"

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he insists.  

"Why not, love? Daddy asks that you help like a good boy… that's not much, surely." Kissing the small of his back, Patton settles the plug in deep and rolls Virgil so he can see his face. 

“You’re overreacting!” Now that he can see Virgil’s face, Patton can tell he’s messing with him. Virgil’s trying not to smile. “It wasn’t a big deal.” 

"Oh? Daddy wants to know that you'll obey what he says at all times, baby…" Tapping Virgil's nose, he tickles him gently. "Bad boys don't get nearly as many treats…"

Virgil giggles, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Patton’s mouth. 

Kissing back, Patton tickles Virgil's sides lightly. "Cute, but not distracting daddy, baby~!"

Virgil squeals, trying to wiggle out of his grip. 

Pinning him firmly, he nips at Virgil's neck and ears as he tickles him. "Say it…"

“Noooo!”

Snickering, he taps a remote by the bed, starting the vibrating function on the plug inside Virgil. "Say it, baby boy~ Daddy's got all day…" 

Virgil grips Patton’s hands, falling back against the sheets and moaning. 

Kissing Virgil deeply, he slides a knee between the slim legs, pinching a nipple. "Say you're sorry, baby.. say you'll follow all of daddy's requests~ Be my good boy, love?"

“I can be good,” he gasps. 

Sliding the vibration up a notch, he kisses Virgil's neck. "You can… but are you going to be, baby boy? Going to be daddy's good boy?"

“Yes, I’ll be good.” He whimpers. “I- I need to come.”

"Say you’re sorry… If you're sorry, daddy will give you the orgasm you need~" Stroking over the spread thighs, he slides a finger near to but not quite touching Virgil's clit. 

“I’m sorry!” He blushes, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, daddy!”

"Good boy… Daddy's so proud of you~!" Stroking the sensitive nub, he kisses Virgil softly as he works him closer to an orgasm. "Cum for your daddy, my good baby boy~!"

Virgil comes with a gasp and a moan, his back arching. 

Sliding a finger inside, he hums, working Virgil through the high. "That's my good boy~"

Virgil sighs and relaxes back into the sheets when he’s finished, panting. 

Tapping the remote to stop the vibration, Patton slides his fingers out, licking them. "Color, my delicious baby?"

He blushes. “Green,” he mumbles, holding out his arms. 

Taking the slim wrists, he kisses them before hugging Virgil close. "All mine, baby? No protests?"

“All yours.” Virgil kisses his cheek, and reaches down to grab his hard cock, slowly stroking. 

Moaning out, Patton rocks into the skilled touch. "Fuuuuck~!"

Virgil presses kisses along his neck, letting Patton fuck into his hand. 

Growling softly, Patton presses Virgil back. "Not cumming anywhere but inside you, baby… suck me~"

Virgil grins and leans down, taking Patton into his mouth and pressing his hands to Patton’s thighs. 

Shivering a little, he grips the soft hair, thrusting into his mouth. "That's my good boy~!"

Virgil moans, pushing Patton’s thighs further apart and relaxing his jaw. 

Shifting to better position them Patton moans out, "Such an eager boy… going to fuck your throat so well, baby~!" 

Virgil melts into the sheets, rubbing his thighs together. 

Thrusting in deeper, Patton grips the hair firmly, using him. "That's it, baby… submit to daddy like the good slut you are~!"  Soon, Patton is gasping out a warning to his lover. "Fuuuck, swallow, baby~!" Virgil wraps his hands around Patton’s thighs and pulls him closer. 

Gasping, he cums with a cry. "Ah~!! Virgil~!" Virgil swallows all he can. Petting his cheek, Patton hums. "Oh, baby~"

Virgil looks at him, a little dazed. 

Sliding out, he leans in to kiss him deeply. "Such a good boy, love~!"

Virgil kisses him back eagerly, running his hands down Patton’s arms. Cuddling him close, Patton kisses him deeply, gently pulling on the slightly longer hair. 

“Daddy,” he mumbles, pulling away. “Want a bath.”

Humming, he nods, lifting him into his arms, Patton kisses him again. "Of course, lovely…"

Virgil nuzzles into his shoulder, hugging him tightly. 

Stroking Virgil's back, he starts the warm water once they're in the bathroom. "I have a sugar vanilla scented bath right now, love.. should I add a little?"

He hums. “Yes, please.” 

Adding it, he smiles, swaying a little with his lovely baby as he hums. "Such a sweet little darling." 

He blushes. “Shut up.”

"Never, sweetie…" Smiling softly, he pets Virgil's hair as the bath fills. 

It’s clear Virgil is still in subspace. He grips onto Patton enough for Patton to support his weight, and looks at him like Patton is his entire world. He waits to be told what to do, and mostly stays quiet, just basking in the afterglow of their scene. 

Settling them into the warm water of the full tub after testing temperature, Patton takes a washcloth and starts cleaning Virgil gently. "Such a beautiful and good boy, baby…"

Virgil stares down at his lap, blushing at Patton’s praise. “Th-thank you, daddy.”

Nuzzling Virgil, he kisses his neck. "I'm so proud of you, baby… so very proud."

“I didn’t really do anything,” he mumbled, hugging Patton. 

"You take direction well, baby… and submit gorgeously. Such a pleasure to treat and fuck. You're doing better in class too. I've been keeping an eye on your progress, love." Patton tips his head, claiming the soft lips. 

Virgil’s face turns pink. He kisses Patton back happily, pressing close. Wrapping Virgil around him, Patton hums happily into the kiss, caressing the hips and ass of his partner. Virgil trails kisses down Patton’s neck as Patton’s phone buzzes on the sink next to them, letting Patton reach over to look at the notification. 

Princess Roman: 

how’s it going w your angel? 

Blushing as he sees who it is, Patton chuckles, quickly sending a message back.

Pattoncake:

Soooooo sweet, like you would not believe? How goes your hunt for a good daddy?

Princess Roman: 

I may have met someone… ;) 

Pattoncake: 

Tell me more, tell me more! 

Cuddling Virgil, he grins. "Sorry to text in front of you, baby… my old friend might have found a daddy for himself!"

“Really?” Virgil nuzzles into his shoulder sleepily. 

"Really, really…" Nuzzles back gently. "He's the reason I found you, I'm glad he might have found someone."

“What do you mean, how’s he the reason?”

Blushing softly, Patton thinks back. "Well… when I first joined the site, it was as a baby. Yeah, didn't work, but I thought it was just that I hadn't found the right daddy, until I met Ro. He's such a princess, but thought he had to be a daddy because of money. It was him really having the courage to admit that and seeing him fight with it that made me change my profile over. Also, well… he messaged me your profile, baby."

“Oh.” He pauses. “So you guys went on a date?” 

Patton blushes, nodding. "Yes… three actually."

“Oh.” He looks away. “Did you guys fuck?”

Patton sighs softly, tipping Virgil's face back to look at him. "Baby… Yes, we did. Just the once. However, we both used condoms and I made sure that I tested clean after. Roman and I are just friends now, and neither he nor the others that I have dated are a threat to what I have with you. I promise."

Virgil thinks for a second, then nods. “Okay.”

Nuzzling Virgil, Patton smiles. "Thank you for your trust, baby."

He blushes. “Whatever.”

Tipping Virgil's head back, he kisses him lovingly. "Not whatever… you're my baby boy. I want you to be able to trust daddy!" 

“I do,” he promises between kisses. “I do, daddy.”

Humming, he rubs over Virgil's skin as they lovingly make out in the tub. "Such a good boy~ "

After their bath, Virgil cuddles into Patton’s side. “Daddy, ‘m hungry.” 

Stroking the soft hair, he hums. "Okay with daddy leaving you here on the couch while I make something, baby, or do you want to come to the kitchen with me?"

“I can wait.”

Kissing him softly, he settles blankets around Virgil with a smile. "Okay, love, how hungry are you?"

“Very hungry,” he mumbles. “Sex makes me hungry. Can I have a cookie while I wait?”

"I'll bring you a couple to snack on while I make a quiche, okay?" Smiling, Patton brings over three of Virgil's favorite cookies after warming them in the microwave for a moment.

Virgil happily munches on them, curled up on the couch and watching T.V. 

Grinning, Patton turns to making the quiche, rolling out crust and cutting up spinach and peppers and frying some tofu crumbles to go into the eggs. He assembles the dish with a practiced hand. Sliding it into the oven, he sets the timer. "Should be just a half hour ‘till the main course, how about some fruit before?" 

Cookie crumbs all over his lips, Virgil nods excitedly. 

Patton chuckles as he cuts up some apples, thinking a moment. "Peanut butter with your apples, baby?"

“Yes!”

Making a plate, he sits with Virgil, sliding him into his lap and brushing the crumbs away. "So adorable, baby boy! Give daddy a kiss?"

Virgil gives Patton a small kiss, reaching for his apples. 

Laughing softly, he shifts the plate out of Virgil's reach, feeding him a bite instead. Virgil hums, pleased, as he chews. 

Cuddling Virgil, he feeds him carefully. "I love you, baby…"

Virgil blushes, chewing slowly. 

Kissing his cheek, Patton smiles, wiping some peanut butter away before kissing Virgil. Virgil kisses him back, pressing closer. 

Cuddling him close, Patton kisses him hungrily with a soft moan. "Mine, baby~"

“Mm, all yours,” Virgil mumbles. 

Holding him close, Patton keeps kissing and feeding Virgil. "Yes, you are, baby boy… such a good boy, too!"

Virgil’s face turns pink. “Thank you, daddy…” 

Patton strokes the pink cheek with a grin. "You're welcome, baby!"

Virgil perks up when the timer dings. Taking the snack plate with him, Patton slides off the couch to pull the quiche out and check it. 

"Looks all set! Just a short cool time and then I'll bring a slice over with some milk, okay?"

“Thank you, daddy!” He curls back up, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders. 

Humming happily, Patton gets the plate set and brings it over in a short bit with the milk. "Cold, sweetie? Want daddy to feed you?"

He smiles. “Yes, please.”

Settling carefully, he settles Virgil in his lap, offering a bite. "Such a good boy!"

Virgil blushes. “Thank you, daddy…” 

Stroking his cheek as he blows on a bite and keeps feeding his baby, Patton's grin is wide and happy. "You're welcome! Did it come out as good as it smells, love?"

He nods. “Mhm. Very good.”

Petting Virgil's hair, he grins. "Thanks, baby!"

After Virgil eats, he lays down with his head in his daddy’s lap, dozing. 

Laying a blanket over his baby, Patton hums, petting his hair. "Sleepy, baby?"

“Mhm. Very sleepy.” 

"How about we go to bed then, love?" Scratching lightly behind Virgil's ears, he hums softly.

“Are you sure?” Virgil frowns at the clock. It’s still early. “Are you even tired?” 

"I'm not, but I can always read while you rest and you'll be more comfy in bed with daddy than here on the couch." Stroking and scratching more, he giggles as Virgil leans into the touches.

“... Can you carry me?”

Grinning, he scoops Virgil up, nuzzling him as he makes his way up to the bedroom. "I can and was planning on it, love!"

Virgil squeals and giggles, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, daddy!”

Nibbling the soft neck, he grins. "You're welcome, baby boy!" 

When they get to bed, Virgil cuddles into his side and turns on the tv. 

Humming, he tucks them in and starts petting Virgil's hair. "Perfect… Comfy, baby?"

“Yes, daddy. Thank you.”

"Anything for my darling baby boy… " Kissing Virgil's forehead, he hums softly, watching tv.

Virgil falls asleep in his arms, his belly full and his body happy. 

Watching his sleeping boyfriend, Patton smiles, leaving the tv on a low volume as he reads and strokes the soft hair for a bit before slowly joining him in sleep, book dropping off the side of the bed.

A/N: Still doing commissions ~mod virgil

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*** 

Virgil meets Logan at the cafe they always meet at between classes, finding him at a table near the window. He slouches down in the chair across from Logan, groaning and hitting his head on the table. 

Stirring his coffee and raising an eyebrow, Logan hums. "That good or that bad?"

Virgil raises his head long enough to glare and say, “I saw my parents this morning,” and drops his head back down with a painful thump. 

Logan's eyes widen. "Fuck."

“One of their business partners or friends or I don’t fucking know, they’re getting married in a few months and my parents were invited to the wedding.” Virgil sighs, pulling Logan’s coffee towards him and stealing some. “They want me to come,” Virgil says after swallowing. “It’s in the next town over, so I’d be with them all weekend.” 

"Oh dear… would they accept me as a date and all that? You could take your daddy, but… Could he survive your parents?" 

He thinks for a minute. “I don’t know… That they would accept me bringing a date, I mean. Obviously Patton wouldn’t be able to survive my parents."

Arching an eyebrow higher, Logan hums. "Can't survive or you don't want to subject him to…?"

“As far as I’m concerned, he’s never meeting my parents.” 

He eyes Logan suspiciously. The bags under his eyes are a little darker than usual, and he seems tired. He keeps zoning out. 

“Have you eaten today?” 

Humming, Logan waves him off. "Why wouldn't I have eaten? You're being ridiculous again!" 

“Logan.” Virgil leans forward- He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to argue. “Do I look like someone who likes to be lied to?” 

Wincing, Logan deflates and rubs his face tiredly. "What day is today? I think I ate an apple on Wednesday and some chips Thursday…"

“I gave you money for dinner last night,” Virgil snaps. He gets up, grabbing Logan’s hand and throwing down some money for the coffee. He drags Logan out of there. 

"I forgot until it was too late for places to be open… I'm sorry?" Letting himself get dragged, he stumbles after his friend with a yawn.

“You could have at least gotten some fast food,” he grumbles, ushering him into the passenger seat of his car. 

Before he can even blink, Logan’s sitting across from Virgil at a restaurant, a huge plate with big portions sitting in front of him. Virgil ordered for him, and had done it well- It was all of Logan’s favourite foods. 

Sighing as he nibbles at the toast, Logan shrugs. "That would have meant leaving the library and thus losing access to a place to sleep."

Virgil stares at him. “Your dorm can’t be that bad.” 

Before he can stop his sleepy tongue, Logan laughs. "That implies that my parents sent the school money for me to have a bed in the dorms." 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Virgil looks furious. “You didn’t tell me that! You think if I knew you didn’t have a bed that I’d send you out of the apartment for the night?! What else haven’t you told me?” 

Shrugging, Logan eats more toast and eggs. "Told you they cut off everything they could… If it wasn't in my name, I don't have it anymore. So, no car, credit card… nothing but what the scholarship gets me and my savings account? Don't worry about the bed, all the libraries have decent couches and it gets me more study time."

“They took everything?” Virgil is in shock. When Logan told him his parents cut him off, he thought he meant his allowance. As much as his parents couldn’t stand the way Virgil lived, they would never completely cut him off. “Have they even checked in at all?” 

Sighing, he nods slightly. "Does yelling count? They didn't stop my cell, so they can call occasionally and 'talk' about me stopping the sugar baby thing."

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Because that’s so easy to do now that you’re fucking broke. You don’t even have a sugar daddy!” He cries. “They just saw the forum app on your phone!” 

Blushing, Logan admits softly, "I had been chatting with a daddy… They scared him away and I think he told others that I'm cold and impersonal because my father sent some messages from my phone."

Virgil frowns deeply. “Really? God, I’m so sorry.” He shakes his head. “Well, nevermind that. After we eat, we’re gonna swing by your dorm and grab your stuff. You can have one of the guest bedrooms.”

His head snaps up and he stares like Virgil has two heads. "Really?! But, what about… Patton?"

“Logan,” he laughs, “you’re my best friend. If you think I’m going to let you continue on like you have, you’re fucking crazy. I’m already planning on revenge on you for waiting so long to tell me. If Patton can’t handle you being there, then tough. You come first.” 

Blushing, Logan plays with a napkin, grumbling. "It's only been like a month!" 

“Eat your food.”

"Fiiine…" Eating slowly to savour it, Logan hums. "So… How'd the date go? Did Patton live up to the expectations?"

Virgil grins deviously. “You have no idea. Lo- He’s perfect. He’s so great.” 

Smirking softly, he nods. "A perfect fit, hmmm? Tried him out already?"

“Well, duh, but I wasn’t talking about the sex! I mean, I know in a normal arrangement like what you’re looking for, the sex is kind of important, but-” Virgil shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “He’s great, Logan. He’s so cute and sweet and funny.”

"Compatibility is important to any relationship. I know it's not the full picture though. I meant to ask how your relationship requirements meshed with what he provided…" 

“He’s perfect. He’s so cuddly and affectionate. Between going from the restaurant to my apartment, he bought me a flower.”

Whistling softly, Logan sighs. "Does he have a tall, dark, and handsome brother?"

“Pfft. Maybe.” Virgil laughs. “We’ll find you a daddy. Promise. Just keep checking your profile. Have you gotten any messages today?” 

Pulling out his phone, he sighs softly as he checks messages. "A couple… Sound kind of 'used car salesman' type, ick!"

Virgil makes a face. “Yeah, don’t trust those guys, they won’t treat you right.”

Sighing, he deletes the messages. "Yeah…" At some point I'm going to have to, though, just for money. 

“Come on.” Virgil covers the bill and the tip, getting a box for Logan’s leftovers. “Let’s go get your stuff. You might not believe me, but your new room has a bed.” 

*** 

Huffing a little, Logan sets down the last box of books. "I'm sorry… I hadn't realized I had this much stuff? I'm a bit surprised that my former roommate let me store them under his bed!"

Virgil just waves him off, starting to clear the guest bedroom’s bookshelf so Logan can fill it with his own stuff. “Not a problem. We’ve got enough room here.” 

"True…" Pushing his suitcase and backpack over, he smiles at Virgil. "Still, thank you for extending a welcome? Are you sure it's okay with your new daddy?"

“I’m about to text him right now.” Virgil rolls his eyes. “Honestly, Logan, if he’s not okay with it, I don’t care. I care more about you.”

Anxiety: 

I’ve got something to tell you 

Patton:

Go ahead, baby… everything okay? 

Anxiety:

Logan’s situation was worse than I thought. He’s moving in with me. 

Patton:

Oh my, but of course! Does he have any favorites that I should get at the store, baby?

Virgil sends him a list of Logan’s favourite foods, mostly healthy foods aside from his favourite jam, and a little extra money. 

Just as he’s about to put his phone away, it rang. His mom’s face comes across the screen, and he holds back a groan as he answered. 

“Yeah?” 

His mother's half-bored tone rings through clearly. "Darling… do remember your date tonight at the Sea Scallop? 7pm, with Shane…" 

“What if I’m busy tonight? You could have let me know ahead of time.”

There's a small huff and the sound of a glass being set down as she replies. "What could you possibly be busy with? You don't study, and Logan knows that your dates come first. You need to find someone, tick tock, darling!" 

There are two things that gave Virgil dysphoria faster than anything else. 1- His period, and 2- His mom talking about his fucking biological clock again. 

“Hold on. Why the hell would Logan think my dates come before him?” Virgil’s eyes flick nervously to Logan, who’s still unpacking, and now watching Virgil talk curiously. 

"His mother said she told him that if he didn't want to marry you then he had to learn to step aside for your dates. Why would a friend be more important than your duty anyway?" The sarcasm on the word friend hung heavy as if implying there was a secondary motive for the relationship or she had trouble believing that anyone could have a friend.

Virgil is at a loss. He has so much he wants to say to her, yet, in this moment, he can’t remember any of it. “Whatever,” he mumbles tiredly. “I’ll be there.”

"Of course you will… Just ask for the Alfred reservation or for Shane's table and be there at 7pm sharp, darling?" Her tone a clear dismissal, she waits for an acknowledgment before hanging up.

“Yeah, whatever.” 

Virgil shoves his phone in his pocket and sighs. “I have a date tonight,” he tells Logan. “Just- Don’t tell Patton, okay?” 

Sighing, Logan offers a hug. "Okay… he does know, though? About your parents setting you up on dates, right?"

Virgil cuddles into his arms. “I don’t think I’ve mentioned it? That’s a whole, long talk that I don’t want to have yet. We’ve agreed not to be exclusive, though, so I’m not cheating on him or anything. I just don’t want to upset him.” Humming, Logan rubs his back gently. "Not saying it has to be today, or soon… but at some point, tell him? Let him support you, V."

“I mean, what’s the point?” Virgil groans, burying his face in Logan’s shoulder. “It’s not a big deal, who cares?”

Smiling softly, Logan pets Virgil's hair with a hum, leading them back to the bed for easier cuddling. "Perhaps it's because my parents cut me off, but… it could happen to you, too? You should have someone other than me in your corner, someone who can support your voice and give you strength for when they're assholes, V. I don't want you to be alone when facing their bullshit?"

“Logan, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that as long you’re alive, I’ll never be alone.”

Laughing softly, Logan nods, pressing their foreheads together. "That's true!" 

Virgil grins widely, cupping Logan’s face in his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. Logan never fails to make him stupidly, euphorically happy. 

Whistling softly, Patton knocks with arms loaded with grocery bags. "Virgil, my darling? I need a little help!"

Virgil pulls away from Logan, kissing him on the forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll get you when it’s ready.” 

Logan nods, settling back on the bed. "Okay…"

Virgil comes back downstairs, helping Patton bring the groceries into the kitchen. “So what are you making tonight?”

Setting bags down, he hums. "I was planning on tofu and veggie stir fry, setting it over rice and making a garlic sauce for it… how does that sound?"

Virgil hums, smiling. “It sounds amazing. I do have somewhere to be by 7, though, just so you know. I only just found out or else I would have told you earlier.”

"Oh! Okay… hmm, I think several of the veggies and tofu can keep for a later time? What kind of a thing, work, parents, or ...?" Putting groceries away, he keeps out his ingredients, starting to wash veggies.

“My parents are forcing me on a business meeting,” he says easily, shrugging It isn’t a total lie… 

Nodding, he sets up the pans to start cooking. "Should I wait for you, keep Logan company, or should I head out after food and see you later, baby?"

Virgil thought for a minute. “I think Logan might want some alone time tonight. He’s been through a lot, I think he needs time to digest it. We’ll find time to hang out tomorrow.” Virgil got up to make himself a mug of coffee, humming. “What about you? Are your parents as nightmarish as mine?”

Chuckling as he works, Patton shakes his head. "Nah, I think mine could only be described as wacky hippies? Dad is a therapist and Ma is… a sweet ditz of a housewife?"

“They sound great,” Virgil says sincerely. “I guess they must’ve been, to raise you.”

Blushing a bit, Patton nods, leaning over and stealing a kiss. Virgil’s face turns pink. 

Humming into the kiss, he slowly pulls back to stir the veggies. "So, how did you and Logan meet? He seems like a good friend to you!"

Virgil blushes. How was he supposed to explain this? “Well, our parents set us up on a date- Before Logan’s parents cut him off -and we just really liked each other. Only not romantically.”

"Huh! Well, I guess your parents aren't doing too well on being dating help, but I'm glad you found a friend!" Stroking Virgil's cheek, he hums softly. "Are they… They support your identity at least?"

Virgil hesitates. So many landmines to avoid… “Oh, you have no idea about the dating thing.” He forces a laugh. “They’re constantly trying to set me up with people. They get mad if I try to refuse a date.”

"O-oh… They don't know about us, do they?" Squeezing Virgil's hand, he sighs.

“... No,” he says quietly. “And they probably won’t. At least for a while.” God, he was going to end things, wasn’t he? They agreed already to be open, but… 

"I can practically see your mind working, baby… relax. It's, it's okay. If it helps smooth things with your parents, you can keep dating them and me." Taking Virgil's hand, he kisses his knuckles. 

“It’s not like that,” he promised. “It’s just… A bunch of one night stands, pretty much. Nothing ongoing.”

Looking over Virgil a moment, he nods. "Free meal and sex, nothing more serious?"

“Pretty much.” He laughed. “They’re pretty much just queer kids their parents are trying to unqueer, like me.”

Chuckling, Patton sighs. "Well… I'll try not to be jealous of my baby's other dates so long as you come home to me?"

Virgil gave him a soft kiss. “Of course, daddy.”

Hums, turning the heat down a little as they kiss. "Good boy…"

Virgil moaned softly, pressing closer and winding his fingers in Patton’s hair. 

"Mmm~ dinner on hold for now, baby?" Gently grabbing a handful of Virgil's ass, he chuckles.

“As much as I want to say yes,” he checked the time- it read 5:30, “I really don’t have that much time.”

"Why do I feel like cursing your mother?" Kissing him softly, he tucks Virgil into his side as he finalized the sauce, warming the stir fry. 

“Should I go get Logan?” 

"Set the table first, baby. Then you can get your friend." 

Virgil grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you telling me what to do?” 

Raising an eyebrow at him, Patton grins. "It's a reasonable request from your daddy, baby…"

Virgil came up to him and chuckled. “I don’t listen to orders,” he said, gave Patton a soft kiss, and went upstairs. 

He knew he’d pay for that later. 

Snorting softly, Patton set a hand on his hip, planning out a light punishment in his mind as he set the table and got food ready. Virgil came back with his hand in Logan’s, hiding a smirk. 

Logan looks between them, seeing his friend's defiant posture and Patton's light frown. "Oh my… You're testing him, aren't you, V?"

“Are you really surprised?” Virgil took a seat at the table, in between Logan and Patton. 

Rolling his eyes as he sat, Logan hums at the lovely smell of the dinner. "Not really?"

Patton takes Virgil's plate and fills it, grasping his chin to pull him into a kiss as he sets it down. "You're not leaving your chair until you finish your food, baby boy… and you have earned a punishment for later with that defiance earlier."

Virgil’s face turned pink. “But that portion is huge!” 

Leaning close, Patton smirks. "So am I, but we know you can take me, baby~!"

Virgil only blushed harder. “Let’s just eat, before we kill Logan,” he grumbled. 

Logan snickers, taking some food and watching the exchange. "Oh, don't stop on my account… this is hilarious!"

Virgil glared at him. “Patton, if you happen to know any daddies, Logan’s looking for one.”

Patton grins. "Oh really? I don't, sadly… well, not any good ones."

“Ah, lame,” Virgil grumbled through a mouthful of food. “He’s been lookin’ for ages.” 

"Sorry, love. If I see a decent one, I promise to send him Logan's way?" Patton shrugs, eating his food with a low hum. "Chew before you talk, baby…"

Virgil raised an eyebrow, chewing with his mouth open and then swallowing. “What?” 

Patton points with his fork. "Baby, if you don't want to go to this date with a red ass, you best behave! I will take you over my knee and spank you!"

Virgil blushed. “Daddy,” he hissed, “Logan’s right there.”

Patton leans in closer with a slight smirk and pats Virgil's cheek. "Then you best be on your best behavior, love!"

He huffed and continued eating. “Fine.” 

Logan giggles, eating with a happy smile.

"Good boy!" Stroking Virgil's cheek, Patton grins and kisses him before turning back to his plate.

Virgil finished eating, watching Patton and Logan interact. He couldn’t help but smile. Logan was the single most important person in the world to him- It meant everything that the two of them could get along. He wanted more than anything to stay, and just hang out with them, but he knew his parents would make him regret it if he skipped out on this date. 

“Alright,” Virgil sighed, his plate cleaned. “I’m gonna go get ready. I should leave soon.” 

"Alright, baby… Thank you for cleaning your plate. Put it in the sink on your way to get dressed, darling? Oh, and if you don't kiss me before you leave, I will follow you until I get one!" Patton grins, winking at him.

Virgil bit his lip to stop from giggling, hurrying up the stairs. He hurried to throw on clothes that his parents would just barely approve of- A black blazer over a purple shirt with a cat face on it, and some black jeans - sitting down to do his makeup. 

Once he had on his signature eyeliner and eyeshadow, he headed back downstairs. 

Patton was just finishing dishes when he saw Virgil coming down and whistled. "Wow, baby… C'mere, darling, give your daddy a kiss!"

Virgil grinned and came over to him, cupping Patton’s face in his hands and standing on his tiptoes to kiss him. Leaning in, he hums as he kisses Virgil deeply as he slides his arms around him. 

Virgil reluctantly pulled away. “I should get going.” 

Nodding, Patton strokes his face. "I know… I'll head home soon after giving Logan a tour of the food I brought for you two, okay? Have a good night and message me when you're home safe, baby boy."

Virgil leaned into his touch, nodding. “Okay, daddy. See you soon.” 

Virgil forced himself to pull away. He grabbed his wallet and keys, offered Patton a small smile before leaving for his date.

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