#touchstarvation

And instead of panicing Virgil just ask.

Virgil : I know you're attacking me or something but could you hold on for 5 more seconds?

Roman: ?????

Witchers are made and taught to perceive and control all the physiological needs of their bodies. They need air, water, food and sleep in approximately that order. The mutant body does not need to be touched.

Three years ago he had gone two days without water whilst tracking an unidentified venomous beast along the outskirts of the Korath desert. The first gasps of water after the kill had felt like-

Two days ago Jaskier had clapped him on the back announcing his need to piss and as he had stood to leave his fingers had slipped from leather onto skin, ghosting over the back of Geralt’s neck. It had felt like-

The mutant body does not need to be touched.

The Witcher touches people to hurt them. Very occasionally to protect them from hurt. (Renfri had touched him to ask for protection.) Jennefer touches him when she wants sex. Jaskier touches him to- Jaskier's touches do not have a clear pattern. Sometimes he touches to convince Geralt. Sometimes as a side effect of alcohol. Sometimes to impress others. Sometimes fear. Sometimes excitement.  Jaskier touches Geralt when he wants to. Because. He wants to. He wants Jaskier to touch him.

 AN: I’m SO sorry for making this so late. This was supposed to be done before the new years. Life’s been really kicking my a- ANYWAY Hope yall enjoy!

             A sequel to this one:  Checking It Twice

             Ships: Intrulogical

             WARNING: Remus, tickling, touch starvation, cursing and abusive Deceit

             The duke was pouting. Not because he was bored, or because he didn’t get his way… he was just confused. As the chaos entity within Thomas, he loved causing confusion, but experiencing it himself? Ugh. Pass.

             Logan had given him a gift for Christmas, but when the following days had come around, he had done nothing for or with Remus, scrambling his thoughts in the process. Logan liked to keep things consistent, so why was he just back to normal now? Did he change his mind? Or was it actually him who gave him the present? Yet, Logan would be the only one with enough specified categorizing to give him something so delightfully his style. The duke’s mind started racing, even more than usual. Had he wrapped the present for himself after all and just not remembered it? But what about Logan’s face that morning?? How insane was he becoming???

             It was now New Years, and Remus felt like he was truly losing it. He sat on the couch, scratching his chin as his eyes twitched.

             “Why the figuratively long face, Remus?” A calm voice started the green side from behind as he spun around.

             Logan.

             The cause of his confusion.

             Remus’s pout morphed into a snarl.

             “What do you want?” He snapped, nose wrinkled.

             “Answer my question first and there’s an increase in probability I’ll tell you.” The teacher grinned slightly.

             That SAME SLY GRIN! The same one he wore Christmas Morning! Remus’s eyes widened.

             “Oh, I don’t know Logan, why IS my face so long?” He grabbed the bottom of his jaw, stretching it out.

             “I said figuratively…” Logan massaged his forehead. “No matter, I shall answer your question. I want to see you happy.”

             Remus had to slap himself. “Excuse me, what???”

             Logan blinked. “Did I stutter?”

             “I-I… n-n-n-no???” Remus looked up at him with eyes of constant changing dilation. Logan had to resist chuckling at his utter dumbfounded expression.

             “It’s not all that hard to understand.” He offered, recognizing the look of panic crossing the poor duke’s face.

             “Yeah, I know WHAT it is, you enema! I’m trying to figure out the WHY!” His eyes flared red around the edges.

             “Sit down, and I’ll tell you.” The blue side offered.

             “Hmph.” Remus sat as the teacher instructed, and waited for his overly complicated, boring explanation that would most likely only raise more questions or cause the master of chaos to fall asleep.

             But instead of walking in front of him to teach him something or criticize something, Logan squeezed his way between Remus and the couch. The duke was about to ask what the fuck Logan was doing, when his breath got caught in his throat. Fingers were digging into his screwed-up back with the most impressing precision. He couldn’t help the loud moan that came from him.

             Logan twitched irritably, convinced Remus had made that noise as some sort of joke, but when he leaned to stare at his face, Remus’s expression told otherwise. Eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, jaw slack.

             He had not felt the touch of any of the other sides for years… The only faint memories he had of such a warmth and comfort was when from the times he and Roman were one side many, MANY years ago. After the split, he had only himself and the other dark sides… Which, in some twisted way, made him thankful for the times Dee hit him, because even though it was a slap or a punch, it was touch… and it hurt so good…

           But this?!

             Logan wrapped his arms around Remus to stable him, convinced he’d fall over otherwise. The poor duke was shivering and whimpering, turning to goo at Logan’s touch.

             “Am I overwhelming you?” He asked sincerely, starting to pull away.

             Remus’s top half snapped as he twisted his chest, arms and head 180 degrees to face him and grab at him. “No!” His eyes glistened with more tears that would soon add to the multiple tear streaks already on his face. “Don’t!” His green eyes were bright with his pupils pin pricks of desperation.

             There was that terrible expression again, except this time, it was worse. The tears active, the wide-open eyes and brows pressing harshly into the tops of his irises… but most of all, that sad frown accompanied by gritted teeth of grief.

             “Please, don’t let go!” Remus’s eyes popped out of his skull in agony and fear, his voice sounding completely different now.

 Logan couldn’t help but stare, shocked, at what he could only describe as Remus’s true self. Broken and desperate. No bravado or pride in his work… just a lonely side with a craving for touch that hadn’t been satisfied in years.

             Logan wanted to wipe off that pathetic look on is face so badly as the duke blinked rapidly, more tears spilling as silence pierced him. Dee always used to give the duke the silent treatment, and if he didn’t respond with ‘yes’ and kept quiet… it usually meant… no.

             Remus started sniffling, Logan’s shocked expression sinking in as he made the connection that he probably just ruined any chance he had at getting more of that touch. He gave in, letting Logan go and sobbing into his hands.

             The teacher couldn’t stand it. The expression, the shivers and now that AWEFUL sound coming from the duke as he wept like a slapped child. He rushed forward, hugging him fully despite his body being twisted around.

             Remus gasped and hugged him back tightly, face utterly drenched as he begged.

             Touch… touch, it felt so good.

             “More… more…” He choked out, whimpering, rubbing his head against Logan’s shoulder as relief flooded his senses, soaking Logan’s shirt in the process from a never-ending stream of tears.

             The dark blue side had never taken into account just how cold Remus’s body was. The teacher breathed deeply, holding the duke tightly as he slowly rocked them in their hold, letting his warmth spread to Remus’s deprived, starving form.

             GOD, it felt so good it almost burned!

             He sighed again and again as the waves of warmth fed him and filled him up. Making his barren heart full once again since god knows how long! When Logan turned to look at him, the duke was drooling slightly, eyes wide- almost drunk from the warmth and touch. His eyes sparkled, and his face owned a tiny precious smile, all for Logan.

             Was it selfish to want to keep that smile all to himself? To hold it in his memory away from the others forever? Logan didn’t care at this point, this emotion felt too precious and fragile to give away just yet as he stared at Remus’s melting posture.

             “Are you happy now?” He asked, smile smug.

             “Gaaaahhh…” Remus couldn’t even speak, but nodded light-headedly, his heart beating harder the longer he stared at Logan. Eventually, it proved to be all too much for the poor master of chaos as he passed out in Logan’s arms, his heartbeat nearly showing through his chest.

 ***

           “Jeez, where’s Logan and Remus? They’re gonna miss the countdown!” Roman searched through the house, looking for the teacher and his brother. He knew Logan wasn’t a big fan of jumping or shouting when it became a new year, saying something about it just being the inevitable passing of time, but his brother was also missing, which was strange. Remus wouldn’t dare miss out on an opportunity to be loud! So, where was he?!

             “Looooogaaaan! Reeeemuuuus!” He called repeatedly throughout the mindscape, panicking as he realized New Years was now only 10 minutes away.

             “Sh!” Logan poked his head out of his room and briefly hushed Roman before ducking back inside.

             “Logan! What are y-“

             “Sh!” Roman staggered back a few steps, surprised as Logan hushed a second time. He slowly walked into the logical sides room and had to rub his eyes a few times to process what lay before him.

             Remus was sprawled out on Logan’s bed, every limb seeming to melt into the cushions. His expression contained a large genuine smile, and peacefully shut eyes as he breathed out little sighs of pure happiness.

             “Which drug is he on?!” He whisper-screamed to Logan, who had to hold back a chuckle.

             “None…” Logan smiled tenderly as Roman looked between his brother and the teacher. His eyes narrowed in realization.

             That smile on Logan’s face… Remus’s relaxed posture… The look in the teacher’s eyes…

             “You… and him? Logan, are you serious?” Roman whispered, eyes scanning Logan’s expression carefully, to make sure this wasn’t some sort of joke.

             Logan just nodded his head. “How do you suppose we wake him up?” He murmured, gliding a hand along Remus’s arms which caused the green side to shiver in his sleep.

             Roman opened and closed his mouth, sentence fragments almost spilling from his lips, but not quite, utter shock making him freeze in place as Logan’s hand wandered under Remus’s chin and a scratched a little.

             The duke giggled, face turning slightly pink. Logan got an idea. Moving his hands and arms like snakes, he wiggled his fingers gently against the green sides neck.

             The duke’s giggles got a little louder, his shoulder’s scrunching up to protect himself from the tickles.

             “Care to join me, Roman?” The logical side looked at the prince, who was visibly excited, shaking in place.

             “Oh god, it’s been years since I’ve gotten to do this…” His excited puppydog smile melted into a sly smirk. “I forgot about all the tickle fights we once got into… You know one place that drives him crazy?”

             Logan raised an eyebrow, also smirking now. “Even more so than his usual crazy?”

             Roman gently lowered his hands to Remus’s legs, nodding. He lifted one up and rolled up his pant leg. Logan did the same to the other side, watching with intrigue and copying every one of Roman’s movements on his side.

             The red side suddenly dug his fingers into the back of Remus’s knee, causing the master of chaos to wake up screaming and cackling.

             “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!” Remus kicked his leg wildly as if it were electrocuted. “BROHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” His maniac cackling sounded slightly different to Logan, still slightly sweeter and… cuter than his normal set of chaotic laughing.

             Logan wanted to hear more of it, so, with a smirk, he dug his hand into the leg he was holding, copying Roman’s techniques.

             “PAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOTYOUTOOSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHASE!!!! LOHOHOHOHOHOGYHYYHYHYHYHY!!!” Remus shrieked, wiggling, trying to get away from the maddening sensation, face fire-engine red with tears starting to leak down his face.

             Logan stopped at that, not just because of the desperate pleas but…

             “Wow, did he just call you a cute pet name? Pleadingly?” Roman teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

             Logan rolled his eyes, but couldn’t blame Roman. “I think that’s enough… don’t you?”

             “Awww, please? Just a little more?” Roman whined, dinging a single finger into a special spot in the center of the knee, making poor Remus scream.

             “Roman, he’s crying. Stop.” Roman looked up in surprise at Logan’s low, protective voice.

             Remus sat up, panting and still giggling, trying desperately to rub away the explosive tingles still behind his knees.

             “Bro, it’s almost time for the countdown…” Roman chuckled and cooed teasingly.

             “O-Okay…” He got up shakily and was immediately supported by Logan, who helped carry the giggly duke to the balcony where the others were waiting for the countdown to see the fireworks.

             Remus whined at the touch Logan was giving him, and was slightly scared he was still dreaming… As he thought this, the teacher wrapped his arms around him yet again, sending shivers up his spine.

             The others started chanting… “10! 9! 8! 7! 6!” Logan inched his face closer to the duke’s, eyes shining with galaxies in them with a small gentle smile. The green side’s mind froze.

             No… he wouldn’t… would he?

             “5! 4! 3! 2! 1!” The rest of the ‘Happy New Year’ chant was suddenly forgotten by the duke as he entered another world, Logan pressing his lips passionately to his own. His pupils shrunk to microscopic size before widening so much his eyes was nothing but pupil. He clung to him, pulling him closer to himself as he kissed back, eyes squeezed shut with tears of happiness leaking, face flushed an even deeper shade than his brother’s sash.

             Logan pulled away, much to the dismay of the other, who could’ve sit there kissing him forever, but what came next only made his heart rate triple.

           “I love you, Remus.” Logan’s eyes went from tender to panicked as Remus shook madly in place, sparks flying off of him as his pupils became invisible to the human eye, a noise close to something like a kettle whistle coming from him.

             “Oh shit, what did you do?!” Roman turned to look at the teacher, eyes flashing in worry.

             “I-I…” The dark blue side stuttered, not being able to form a sentence in his panic, thinking he broke the master of chaos.

             Remus lifted one foot and stamped the ground hard, sending his glowing form shooting high into the air, until he was nothing but a spec in the sky, he suddenly burst into a giant green firework in the shape of a heart. Logan looked around in the sky desperately just to find that the duke was lying on the ground, giggling with a hand pressed to his mouth.

             “ Heeheeheehee… I-I love you too, Logy…”

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