"I'm sure!" Remus snapped, only somewhat impatient despite his scowl. "I wanna know what it is!"

Virgil unlocked the box and opened it. Inside, was a simple black collar, with green-frilled trim around it, and a purple and green argyle pattern on a leash circling it. "I want everyone to know that you're mine," Virgil said, moving forward with the collar, placing the box on the ground and lifting Remus' head up to get the collar around his neck. "You're mine, and no one else's. You're my pet."

Remus' eyes were wide as he stared at Virgil, unshed tears in his eyes. "You're...you're sure?" Remus asked, voice thick. "I mean, I know I can be a bit of a brat sometimes..."

Virgil hushed him with a chaste kiss. "You're my brat," he said, voice soft as he swiped away Remus' tears with the pad of his thumb. "You've earned this leashing, Remus. Make no mistake of that."

Remus swallowed thickly. "Th...thank you," Remus breathed.

"So," Virgil said. "I think something like this deserves to be celebrated, don't you?"

Remus nodded eagerly.

Virgil smirked. "Someone's rather impatient to get fucked, then?"

"I always wanna be fucked," Remus said. "I want you to make love to me like you do whenever you do something tender like this."

Virgil smiled, going to his nightstand and pulling out the lube. He kept one hand wrapped around Remus' leash. It wasn't that he thought Remus would run, he just wanted Remus to know that at the end of the day, Virgil held the control. Virgil was in charge.

When he turned back to the bed, Remus already had his pants off and was sliding down his jockstrap. "Good boy," Virgil praised. "Ass in the air, facing me, now."

Remus complied, and Virgil got on the bed, pulling down his own pants and briefs as he went. He poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers before sticking them into Remus' hole. While Remus could take Virgil with minimal stretching, Virgil liked the warm-up, preparing Remus for what was to come. Remus was whimpering already, and Virgil laughed. "Oh, does my little pet feel horny tonight?"

"Yes sir," Remus squeaked out.

"Well, good. He always gets the best fuckings when we're both in the mood," Virgil said. He removed his fingers after a moment and Remus' ass briefly followed in that direction. Virgil laughed. "Patience, pet. The best is yet to come."

Virgil put some lube on his own cock and slowly began to slide into Remus' ass. Virgil roughly gripped Remus' hips, growling, "Mine," into Remus' ear as he bent over.

Remus whimpered and whined as Virgil found his rhythm, starting slow but picking up the pace as the familiarity of this position continued. Virgil kept one hand on Remus' leash even as his fingernails dug into Remus' sides. The grip on the leash would no doubt leave an indentation on Remus' skin under his shirt, but Virgil didn't care. When everyone should know Remus was Virgil's, he truly meant everyone. All the sides, Thomas, any of Thomas' friends who might see them. All of them needed to know that Remus was good, Remus followed Virgil to the ends of the Earth, and their trust could not be shaken. That was what the collar and leash represented.

"Mine," Virgil growled again at a hard thrust. "You're mine, pet. And you know how you did that?"

"How?" Remus asked, panting, breathing labored as he choked out the word.

"By being the best boyfriend a guy like me could ask for," Virgil said. "You don't care about anything that might come between us, because we work through it. You respect my boundaries as I've always respected yours. You make sure that both of us are happy in this arrangement. Believe me, Remus, when I say there is no one else I would rather have at my side. That is why you're mine, understand? You will always be mine, forever. Because you earned it. And I won't take that away from you, for anything."

Remus was crying, and Virgil wrapped a hand around Remus' cock, as Virgil continued to thrust into him. "You want to make me even happier?" Virgil asked breathily into Remus' ear.

Remus nodded, head bobbing up and down at perilous speeds.

"Come for me," Virgil breathed. "And show me that I'm the only one who could get you off like this."

Remus came with a shout, and Virgil coaxed him through it with soft words and gentle praises. Virgil continued thrusting until he, too, had spilled his round and the two of them wound up cuddling on the bed, Virgil idly wrapping and unwrapping the leash around his wrist. "Do you have to take the leash off when you leave?" Remus asked.

"Well I won't just walk you around with a leash wherever we go," Virgil said. "But you can keep the collar on as long as you want. Sound good?"

Remus nodded. "I'll never take it off," he said. "Not even to shower."

Virgil scoffed. "Since when do you shower?"

Remus paused. "You know, good point. I'll never take it off, not even in battle."

"Okay, that's more realistic," Virgil snickered. "And for what it's worth, I'm honored. I don't think anyone else has ever given you anything that you would never take off."

"Nope!" Remus said. "But no one else has been quite as magnificent a boyfriend as you, either."

Virgil blushed. "Oh, quiet, before I regret having a soft conversation with you."