#trans!virgil

Mr. Sallow

The kitchen's light was somehow piercing through Remy's sunglasses. He groaned and tried to cover his eyes with his hand, but found his arms too weak to cooperate.

“Remy? Remy, please, for the love of She-ra, can you hear me?”

“Dad? Please dad, are you okay?”

Ugh. Remy felt a growing headache as he opened his eyes, squinting at the shadows against the light bulb. “Ugh... just let me die for a moment.”

Remy heard a relieved sigh, and could almost see his boyfriend making a face at his comment. “Come on, help me sit him up.”

Remy felt two pairs of hands grabbing him, some from behind his back and the others pulling on his arms. “What the fuck happened anyway?” He mumbled, feeling consciousness coming back to him.

Once his vision started clearing, the first thing Remy saw was Virgil's face. Vigil's terrified face.

“You uh... fainted”

Oh, yeah, that made sense. Remy's mind was starting to feel less foggy, memories from just moments earlier coming back to him.

“Is he okay?” A third voice asked.

Remy looked up, spotting Roman peeking at him over the kitchen isle. Oh right, his son's boyfriend. No, not even that, the boy that got his son pregnant.

“I don't think you hit your head dear, but let me go grab some ice really quickity quick.” Emile stood up from the kitchen floor, walking over to the fridge and momentarily leaving Virgil and Roman alone in this awkward situation.

Remy finally gathered enough strength to rub his eyes. “Virgil, baby, can you give me my sunglasses?” They weren't even on his face. Gosh, Remy really blacked out badly if he didn't even remember taking them off.

Virgil was quick to get up from the floor and fetch his father's glasses, handing them over to him. “You haven't answered the question.”

Remy sighed, “I'm fine, sugar-cube.” He took his sunglasses and put them on, instantly feeling relieved, as his eyes were no longer bothered by the artificial light. “Your dad has taken more than a little hit to the head, don't worry about me.”

“Here,” Emile knelt back down next to where Remy sat, leaning against the counter, handing him a bag of ice. “We should get you something sweet too, get your sugar blood rushing.”

“Emile, babe, I swear if you give me a milkshake instead of coffee again I'll break up with you.” Remy was only half joking, since he knew his boyfriend was right, but the thought of a sweet beverage still grossed him out.

Remy barely noticed how Roman and Virgil moved to sit back at the kitchen isle where they were before he fainted. He couldn't see it from his place on the floor, but Remy was sure they were holding hands. Gosh, Virgil still had that terrified expression on his face. Yeah, maybe fainting was not the best reaction. Father of the year Remy.

With Emile's help, Remy pulled himself off the floor, leaning against the isle. He looked up, staring at not one, but three positive pregnancy tests the teenagers presented him a few minutes earlier.

Remy sighed. “Virge I... I don’t even know what to tell you I-”

“Please, Mr. Sallow. I know this is unexpected, but Virgil doesn't deserve your anger. I beg you to focus your negative emotions on me and not him.” Roman interrupted, receiving a light kick on the leg from Virgil.

“Don't tell him that, he might take it seriously.” Virgil mumbled, but it was loud enough for the adults to hear.

Remy looked between the two younger guys, going through his next words in his mind before actually saying them. He set his eyes on his son, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. “What do you want to do?”

Virgil bit the inside of his cheek. There was that question again. What did he want to do? He placed his free hand over his belly. There was a baby growing inside him, or a fetus or whatever they were at that stage. Virgil was pregnant, like actually pregnant! That was crazy to think about.

Everything he told Roman earlier was still true. Virgil wasn't sure if he'd be able to go through an abortion, at least not emotionally, so that was completely off the table.

Giving the baby up for adoption? Uhh... too many variables to think about. Virgil would have to find the most absolute perfect couple. He wouldn't be comfortable with even the smallest flaw. Plus, would he just carry the baby inside him for nine months, push him out and hand him out to someone just like that? Virgil knew he would get attached. Also, seeing someone else raise his baby was going to hurt, as selfish as it sounded, and not seeing them grow up at all felt even worse.

Virgil looked at Roman, his mind still going through every possible outcome.

Roman had reassured him they would do anything Virgil wanted. “This is your body, Virgil, the final decision is yours.” Roman's words echoed in Virgil's mind, somehow helping him calm down.

“I... I want to keep it, them.” Virgil nodded, looking back towards his father, trying to read his expression through the dark lenses. “We're keeping our baby, that is, assuming you're i-”

Roman practically tackled Virgil with a hug, the shorter teen struggling to keep his balance on the stool. Roman smiled brightly, “I would love to! You have my full support, Virgil, both of you.”

Breaking apart from Roman's embrace, Virgil stared at Remy, begging him to say something. “Dad..?”

Emile had grabbed one of Remy's hands, squeezing it gently, but he stayed silent. Even if he was already feeling like part of the family, Emile and Remy hadn't been dating for long. It wasn't his place to parent Virgil, but he could still provide moral support.

A quiet sob broke the tense ambiance the kitchen had acquired. Remy took off his sunglasses, cleaning the few tears that had come out of his eyes. “Oh, Virgil.”

Remy walked around the kitchen’s isle, having recovered enough strength to get to where his son was sitting. “I would never be mad at you over something like that. You were careful, you both were, and accidents happen.” He pulled Virgil tightly against him, stroking the teen's hair.

Virgil's tears started flowing out as soon as his dad hugged him. He could always blame it on the hormones later. Virgil hugged back, burying his face on Remy's shoulder. “B—but you fainted."

"Ugh, I did." Remy spoke with an annoyed tone in his voice, but that annoyance was directed at himself. "My mind was just catching up V. This is not exactly the most thrilling situation for the father of a sixteen-year-old."

Remy felt Emile's eyes reprimanding him from behind. He turned to look at him with an apologetic face. "Regardless, I'll be with you no matter what. You won't get rid of me that easily, kid.”

Virgil chuckled between tears, pulling his dad closer to him. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Remy wiped the rest of his tears away, looking up from his kid over at Roman. “And you,” despite the moment of emotional vulnerability, Remy still managed to put on an intimidating front. “This is a big compromise, young man. If you do anything to hurt my baby, or my grand baby, you're dead. Capiche?”

Roman gulped, but nodded either way. “Entendido y anotado señor.”

“Come on Rem, don't be so hard on the kid.” Emile finally stepped in, placing a hand on Remy's shoulder. “He's trying, they both are.”

Remy glanced down at Virgil, who gave a nod in response to Emile's words. Roman might have been kind of an idiot before, but he was already back to the charming personality Virgil fell for in the first place.

Remy sighed. “Alright,” he extended an arm over to Roman, “c'mere kid.

Roman hesitated, also looking at Virgil for approval, who just snorted and rolled his eyes. “Join the group hug already, princey.”

And with that, Virgil found himself stuck between his father's and Roman's arms, and Emile's too as he gave them a half hug. Virgil felt so full of love at that moment, and looking back on this moment years from now, he would consider it one of their first family hugs.

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Remus

"ROMAN!" Remus slammed the door to Roman's door open, Zero walking into the room before he even had the chance. It had been a long time since the twins stopped sharing a room, but they moved into a house with two rooms linked by a bathroom a couple of years ago. That didn't stop Remus from coming in unannounced.

Roman almost fell into his closet (he didn't want to go back in there, so good thing he caught himself, startled by Remus's scream. "What the hell Rem?! Warn a dude next time you want to give him a heart attack."

Roman's room was currently a mess. Multiple shirts and pants were tossed all over the floor, bed and desk. Despite having just walked in, Zero had already claimed a pile of clothes on the floor as his resting spot for the day. Remus almost made a snarky remark about the mess before focusing back on his mission.

Remus walked closer to Roman with a threatening aura. "Is it true?! Please tell me it's not true."

Roman just stared at him, the initial shock gone now. "Be more specific?"

"Did you get someone-?!" Remus stopped himself from yelling, afraid their parents might hear. "Pregnant?"

"Oh, that," Roman took another shirt out of his closet to try it on, not embarrassed at all about his situation. Sure, teenage pregnancy and all that wasn't exactly the most exciting thing Roman could experience, and it was really frowned upon by society, but Remus and his parents were going to find out eventually. Roman was actually planning a dinner with Virgil's mom to tell them and- wait.

Roman turned back to Remus. "How the hell do you know that?"

"Ple-ase Roman, twin telepathy and that shit?" Remus wiggled his eyebrows. "That shirt and those pants? Awful, by the way."

Roman rolled his eyes, a slight blush on his face as he hung the shirt back in his closet. "That's not a thing. We tried, many times, more than I would have liked."

Remus groaned, shoving Roman out of the way and looking through his brother's clothes. "I have my contacts. Seriously, you need to be more careful. There are always eyes and ears scattered around school craving that sweet juicy gossip. Not literally though, unfortunately. Long story short, you were spotted buying a pregnancy test.”

Shit. "Does anyone else know?" Were Roman and Virgil not careful enough? The only thing that was different in the last week was that they were hanging out together more often. Which, now that Roman thought about it, was actually pretty weird considering how they seemingly started getting along out of nowhere from one day to another.

Roman and Virgil wanted to keep the secret as long as they could, at least until they could finish spreading the news to their families. Mr. Sallow -Remy, as he had asked Roman to call him, and his boyfriend had been the quickest adults to get to, but Virgil's mom lived abroad and none of them wanted to go through this song and dance more than one other time. So, they decided on having a reunion with Remus, Virgil's mom and Roman's parents, with Remy and Emile there as moral support.

"Of course not ya dingus! My informant will keep his face hole shut. I made sure of that." Remus grabbed a red dress shirt, adorned with golden swirls at the neck and cuffs, and threw it at Roman's face. “There, now spill. Who did you fuck so hard that you impregnated her?”

Roman huffed, holding the shirt over the one he was already wearing, surprised at how well it went with the pants he had on. Ugh, Remus having a better sense of style than him would never stop being infuriating. “I didn't impregnate any 'her'...” Roman sighed, “it's Virgil.”

Remus stayed silent for a moment, before letting out a long and dramatic sigh of relief. "Oh, thank Satan! I thought you were corrupted by the straight side for a second there!"

“Really? That's what you were worried about?”

“I'm gonna be an uncle, and you didn't tell me?! The betrayal!” Remus flopped face down on Roman’s bed, not caring if he fell on top of his clothes. “My own brother! Oh, how it hurts.”

Roman sighed. After throwing the red shirt over his shoulder, he started to pick up the clothes on the floor to hang them back up, gently nudging his dog out of the way. “It wasn't going to be a secret forever, Rem. Virge and I just wanted the news to come out smoothly.”

Remus rolled over, frowning at Roman. “You fucked my boyfriend’s best friend and thought I wasn't going to find out? We don't have secrets, RoRo! You know everything that goes on with me and Jan in the bedroom.”

“Yeah, against my will! I've told you many times to keep that to yourself.” Roman shivered at the thought. Remus was always very explicit when it came to his sex life. At least he always let Roman know when Janus would come over.

Remus rolled over again, falling to the floor. Zero walked up to him, licking Remus's face, but he didn't seem to care at all. “Our sex is way too magnificent to be kept in the dark! And Jan refuses to let me record it! Someone else has to know the art we're depriving the world o-”

Remus was interrupted by another shirt hitting his face. He held it to take a better look at it, a white dress shirt with a red rose pattern. “Why do you want to look so dressed up anyway?”

“Virgil's mom is coming for his birthday and staying ‘til New Year's. We were planning a dinner with you and our parents after my play.” Roman moved to pick up the clothes on his bed since Remus wasn't in the way anymore. “I guess I just... want everything to be perfect, including what I wear.”

Remus stood up abruptly. “Why didn't you say so before?! This is not a ‘Hello I fucked your son’ outfit! Save that for dinner, I'll pick out something way better!”

All Roman could do was complain about being dressed like a doll the rest of the day. The outfit Remus ended up choosing was actually nice, so at least it wasn't all for nothing. Roman couldn't help but wonder how his child's relationship with Remus would be. He and Virgil would definitely have to set a lot of rules, but with how much they cared about each other, Remus was going to be an amazing uncle.

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Madame Viette

Virgil groaned, moving to sit against the bathroom's wall. “Are you going to let me catch a break anytime soon?” He looked down and placed a hand over his belly. Another wave of nausea hit him, making Virgil turn back to the toilet to throw up. “Very funny... ugh, you definitely got that from Roman.”

Virgil wasn't even sure what he was throwing up. This baby had already been emptying his stomach all morning. The least Virgil needed after a chemistry exam was another date with the toilet.

After waiting some minutes to make sure he wouldn't puke again, Virgil finally stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, sighing as he glanced at the clock hung on the wall.

“Is it still morning sickness if you're having it in the afternoon?” Remy walked over to his son, having just gotten out of an online meeting.

Virgil groaned and went straight into his father's arms. “Did mom ever suffer this much with me?”

Remy let out a dry chuckle, wrapping his arms around Virgil. “Oh yeah, you were a pain the first couple of months. And after that? We were constantly going for checkups since you didn't want to move at all. You've always been scaring the living hell out of me.”

“I'm getting my karma now, don't worry about it.”

“Come on,” Remy broke apart from Virgil enough to look his son in the eye. “It's your first trimester, the nausea will die down eventually.”

Virgil whined, pulling his dad close again and burying his face in Remy's chest. “Am I even making the right choice if I can't wait for this to be over already?”

Remy smiled softly, stroking his son's hair. "Doubting is never a bad thing, kid. We're still on time if you don't want to keep going with this.”

Virgil shook his head. “No, I want this baby. I just... I'm already so tired of throwing up all day, how am I going to handle a kid?”

Remy kissed Virgil's forehead with a chuckle. “It's too early for you to be worrying about your parenting skills. Trust your pops, no one is ever ready for this. Not even your mother, despite claiming she's the best at everything.”

A knock on the door interrupted their moment.

Remy rolled his eyes. “Speak of the devil.”

“Dad,” Virgil pulled apart and gave Remy a gentle nudge, “don't talk about her like that.”

By the time both of them got downstairs, Virgil's mom had already walked into the house.

“There is my beautiful baby!” She immediately went to trap Virgil in a tight hug, engulfing the teenager with her white plush coat.

Virgil struggled in his mother's grasp, mostly to keep the puffy coat out of his mouth. “I-It's nice to see you but... I need to breathe, please.”

“What's the purpose of knocking on the door if you're going to walk in like that anyway?” Remy stood behind Virgil, crossing his arms. “That's why you have a key, Viette.”

Viette let go of Virgil, fixing his son's hair, so his eyes weren't covered before walking over to Remy. “It is rude to walk in unannounced, and you know I have to make sure you see my grand entrance.” She kissed Remy's cheeks, “but you would know nothing about class, would you Rem?”

Remy rolled his eyes, but still smiled. “Still the most charming woman around, aren't you?”

“As if you knew, my dear.” Viette turned back to Virgil, walking closer to pinch his cheeks. “How is my sweet angel doing? Are you eating well? Taking your vitamins? We need to keep that body healthy for my grand baby.”

Remy and Virgil froze, the teen breaking free from his mother's grasp to look at his father. “You told her?!”

“Oh honey, there was no need.” Viette gave Virgil a couple of head pats. “Your father simply mentioned you wanted to talk with me about something really important, and I knew it the moment I saw you. You're radiating with that glow the people in my family get while pregnant.”

Virgil snuck away from the touch, trying to take it all in. Sometimes, his mother scared him. Virgil once tried to convince his kindergarten classmates that she was a witch, and was not at all surprised at how easily they believed him. She just always had a sixth sense for everything. The Halloween candy Virgil managed to hide? She always found them. The places Virgil would look for Christmas presents? He would only find a note telling him to try harder next time.

Virgil shouldn't have been as shocked as he was, but he had still expected to tell his mom personally. All that mental preparation was thrown away like nothing. Oh well, he would use it for Roman's parents.

“Now come and tell me everything darling. Who is the baby daddy? I want every single detail!”

“Uhm... that would be me.”

Virgil turned towards the door, sighing -either from annoyance or relief, he couldn't tell- as he saw Roman standing in the doorway. “You're here early.”

Roman hesitantly walked in. “I'm sorry V, the wait was killing me.” He gave Virgil an apologetic smile and turned to the tall, and quite intimidating, woman in front of him. “You must be Miss Allard. I’m Roman Flores.” He offered the woman his hand, “Virgil’s uhm... sperm donor?”

Virgil facepalmed, dragging his hand down his face. An amazing first impression, this was going exactly how they planned it.

“Oh, aren't you such a lovely young man?” Viette took Roman's hand, shaking it firmly. “Please, call me Viette.”

Roman let out a relieved sigh, he hadn't completely screwed it up. With a small but confident smile, he pulled Viette’s hand to leave a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet the woman responsible for someone as wonderful as Virgil.”

Remy cleared his throat, “I’m right here?” He commented in an offended tone, considering he should be the one taking most of the credit for the way Virgil turned out.

Viette gave Virgil a look, as if telling him Roman was an excellent catch. “How chivalrous, you could learn a thing or two from this young man, Remy.” She let go of Roman's hand and got closer to him, squeezing his face with one hand as she analyzed him. “Good thing your father's genes are so weak Virgy. Between Roman's looks and mine, your baby is going to be the cutest thing in the world.”

Roman glanced at Virgil as his face got squished. “I’ll take it I’m making a good first impression?”

“Barely” Virgil was still annoyed at his plans not going as he wanted them. “Mom, give him some space.”

As Virgil managed to pry his mom away from smothering Roman, yet another voice interrupted them.

“Whoa Virge, which celebrity are you holding hostage? There's a limo and everything outside!” Remus walked into the house, at least being considerate enough not to get in without permission.

Virgil glared at Roman. “What is he doing here?”

“Oh I am the moral support!” Remus's consideration was thrown out the window as he walked in to wrap an arm around his brother's shoulder. “And the official backup in case of a wardrobe emergency! Can't have my bro looking bad in front of his mother-in-law.”

Feeling Virgil's glare turning back at him, Roman was quick to defend himself. “I swear he found out on his own! He insisted on coming along. I should have known Remus wouldn't keep off of my business.” Roman gently pushed his brother away.

Viette raised an eyebrow. “Twins? Oh, ViVi, you have the chance to have twins?!”

Virgil could practically see the glow in his mother's eyes through the fancy and ridiculously big sunglasses, and was quick to shut it down. “Stop, no. We're not thinking about that right now, don't get too excited.” He sighed. Virgil knew it was a possibility, but thinking about having one kid was already draining him. He didn't want to focus on the possibility of two. “Mom, this is Remus. Remus, my mom, Viette Allard.”

Remus's jaw practically hit the floor. “Viette Allard?! As in Madam Viette?! The Madame Viette?!”

Virgil's mom chuckled, taking off her sunglasses and pushing them up to her head. “The one and only darling.”

“Oh sweet mother of everything unholy. I'm a huge fan of your work! The last Fall-Winter collection presented in Milan?! An absolute masterpiece!”

Viette smirked, eying Remus up and down. She then turned to Roman, “Are you responsible for Roman's attire? Because if so, you did a marvelous job. Excellent choice for meeting the in laws.”

Remus could have fainted there and now, but instead stayed frozen in place, completely astonished at having received a compliment from Madame Viette herself.

Roman poked Remus's cheek. “Sweet Julie Andrews, you broke him. I haven't seen him stay still since we were in the womb.”

Viette chuckled. “I have a natural charm with my fans.” she snapped her fingers in front of Remus's face, bringing him back to reality. “Be a dear and help me unload my bags please.”

Remus followed Viette out of the house without any sort of complaint. Remy, on the other hand, only went out to stop his ex from exploiting the kid's fanaticism.

Once they were left alone, Roman looked over at Virgil with a surprised and curious expression. “Are you aware your mom is like a top-tier fashion designer?”

Virgil shrugged. “She's Madame Viette to the rest of the world, but just my mom for me. My dad was never comfortable showing off his ex's wealth.”

“Speaking of wealth,” Roman offered Virgil his hand as he spoke. "I'll take you anywhere you want for your birthday. It's all on me for today."

Virgil rolled his eyes but still took Roman's hand. "I've been throwing up all day, and you want to take me for a treat?"

Roman shrugged, pulling Virgil closer. "You need something in that stomach. Come on, you're gonna tell me the cravings haven't started yet?"

Virgil blushed at the proximity and stayed silent for a second as he thought. "So you'll pay for ice cream?"

"Anything for you, birthday boy." Roman smiled, pulling Virgil's hand up to his lips to give it a gentle kiss. "Let's go then, Remus won't care if we leave him to be your mom's assistant for the day."

Virgil let Roman drag him out and decided to ignore how he was definitely blushing even brighter now. Deep down, Virgil knew his dad had asked Roman to take him out and back for his surprise dinner, but Virgil decided to enjoy this moment as the spontaneous idea Roman sold it as. It was cute, how much Roman was trying to do better.

Okay so like. Analogical. I'm thinking Logan and Trans!Virgil, they have a softer sort of Dom/sub relationship bc neither of them like being too rough with the other??

But like, Logan is usually in charge, and can be a v strict but also v gentle Dom. When he wants to initiate smth and theyve both discussed it, and he's gotten the OK from Virgil to take the lead, his first favorite thing to do to start a scene is sit Virgil down and start complimenting him. Just cradling Virge's face as he admires today's makeup, whether Virgil had tried something new or just his usual look. Niether of them like parting soon after sex, so Logan makes a habit of taking care of any stray tasks before they begin, like removing Virgil's makeup(with permission, of course).

He adores the way Virge uses this action to relax and slowly trade over his trust into his doms hands before theyve even begun, every swipe of a makeup-wipe is gentle and followed by yet another compliment, praising Virgil just comes easy to Logan and Virhe finds it both endearing and entirely intoxicating.

By the time Logan has removed all of Virgil's makeup, Virgil is usually already floating, but Logan still washes his face with a damp towel before drying it, cooing at the sweetly flushed and freckled cheeks of his love.

By that point Virgil is pliant and happy to be tucked into his doms hold, ready to please and be manhandled however he's needed.

Sometimes Logan just wants to spend a night making Virge feel good. He'll pull Virge into one of his favorite nasa hoodies and nothing else and tuck Vee up against him, back to chest. He'll hook his chin over Vee's shoulder so he can whisper sweet little phrases into Vee's ear as he strokes Vee'd bare thighs.

Maybe he'll grab one of their toys and tease his little sub into begging to come, or slip a vibrator deep into his cunt on high and let his love squirm, knowing that Vee will comply with their bedroom rules of 'do not touch yourself or the toys inside you unless instructed otherwise' even when he's trembling from overstimulation, and knowing that Vee will safeword or pause the scene if anything becomes too much or begins to feel wrong.

But all the while Logan is always holding Vee somehow, be it spooning from behind or cradling his hips as he fucks Vee or as Vee rides him, tucking Virge against his chest when sinking his cock into Vee's cunt to let the other cockwarm him, or even when they do on occassion get heated enough for Logan to pin Virge facedown down by the hands to thoroughly rail him.

But tonight Logan just wants to hold him and praise him. Virge has had a rough week and he knows his anxious love is tired. The way he had near-fully dropped into subspace by the first swipe of a makeup wipe was telling enough of the other's exhaustion as is.

So Logan pulls out one of Vee's guilty pleasures, cooing about how wet his little pet is as he strokes ever so slowly over Virge's folds but holding back from dipping in. It's obvious Virge is in the mood to be spoiled with the receptive way he whimpers and spreads his legs further, begging for the other to get on with it.

Logan choses to take his time though, as he knows Vee will easily take more than one orgasm tonight.

He choses instead to indulge in one of his favorite forms of pleasuring Virge, dipping his fingers in just to get them slick before sliding them up and trapping Virgil's swollen clit between two fingers.

Vee gasps softly as Logan presses kisses to his love's shoulder, watching Vee tense and squirm as he firmly strokes and tugs at the sensitive nub.

"Do you like that, pretty pet? Do you like it when I stroke your pretty little cock?" He coos, and Vee whimpers, nodding shyly.

"Being so good for me, is my pet going to cum just from me stroking his cock? Be good and cum for me wont you, darling? I know you can, that's it. Good boy" Logan praises as Virgil's slowbuilding orgasm rises and rises, driving Vee to shyly press up into the strokes until his orgasm crashes over him.

Logan doesn't stop, though, continuing to rub, stroke, and tug at Virgil's little swollen sensitive cock to watch his body twitch and make him whine.

Maybe then Logan tug's Virge up the bed a bit so he can loop his other hand under Vee and start slowly fingering his love as well, making Vee release a creaking moan, knowing full well Logan is going to spend the night lavishing attention primarily on his little cock.

By the time Vee's second orgasm had barely finished washing over him, Logan was already shifting them around once more. The next thing he knew, Logan had sealed his lips around Vee's cock, an arm coming up to pin his hips down while the other hand returned to finger-fucking Vee's cunt and rubbing right up against the perfect spot to make Vee see stars.

Even when Vee finally began whimpering and Logan had pulled out his slick fingers, his mouth stayed put for another few seconds, carefully sucking and tongue lapping hard at the now very swollen little nub of nerves just to watch Vee's eyes roll and his body and legs twitch and tremble helplessly as his hands found purchase in gripping at the pillow under his head.

Virgil groaned and curled into himself. Not for the first time, he cursed the Mindscape’s sick sense of humor for not only making him the only trans Side, but also for giving him the period from hell. After researching his symptoms and checking in the Subconscious (he tried not to think about how he could see everything in there), he had discovered he had endometriosis. It certainly explained what he’d been experiencing. He didn’t even want to think about the number of tampons and pads he burned through. Alternating ibuprofen and acetaminophen could only take the edge off so much. The websites he visited suggested some, ahem, all-natural pain remedies, but Virgil was the opposite of in the mood when he was on his period. He felt tired and dizzy and light-headed and nauseous, and he always seemed to get migraines at the same time of his period because apparently God hated him personally.

He ground a fist into his lower abdomen during a particularly painful cramp that felt like his internal organs were ripping each other in half, and kept it there until the pain subsided somewhat. He wasn’t sure why, but pressing his knuckles into the spot where he felt the most pain seemed to help lessen the severity of that particular wave.

Virgil sighed, trying to figure out if he wanted to ask the others for help. He was exhausted, having dealt with this for a day already on his own. They’d all accepted him, including Thomas (thank fuck), but he didn’t know if they wanted to deal with everything that came with him being a trans guy. Yet, now that they knew, even though he’s dealt with this on his own before, being alone feels even harder.

What if they’re grossed out? They weren’t grossed out by me being trans, they seemed sad whenever I had even asked, but this is… yeah. I don’t know, I don’t want to push it. Just as he finished that thought, an excruciating pain ripped through him. He bit his knuckle and held his breath to keep from crying out.

“Virgil? You okay in there buddy? You missed breakfast, so I brought some up if you want any,” Patton offered through the door.

Virgil had to breathe through his nose to battle his nausea at the thought of breakfast food. “Thanks Pat. I’m good, just not feeling too well. I’ll be fine in a bit.” It’ll be manageable in a few days.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry to hear that! Is there anything I can do? Would soup help?”

Actually… “Yeah, I think I might be able to handle soup.”

“One bowl of soup, coming right up!”

“Thanks Pat.”

“Anytime!”

Despite his pain, Virgil smiled fondly. He’s too good for me. Before, if he’d shown any indication that he was on his period, the consequences would be more pain, some kind of humiliation, and a nightmare sequence courtesy of Remus that always lasted so long he’d bleed over.

Virgil rode out the waves of pain, unable to concentrate enough to follow Buzzfeed Unsolved, until Patton knocked on his door again.

“Virge? I have your soup,” Patton called quietly.

“Alri-” Virgil’s voice cut off as he was bowled over by a powerful tearing sensation that left him seeing stars.

“Virgil? You okay in there? Are you hurt?” Patton called, much more loudly this time.

Shitshitshit, I can’t let him see me, he’ll know I’m in pain and he’ll ask why and then I’ll have to tell him.

“I’m worried you’re hurt or unconscious, can you answer me?”

Virgil took a few deep breaths. “I’m here,” he croaked out.

“Oh honey, you sound like you’re in so much pain! Are you okay?!”

Since he wasn’t holding his breath, a pained keen left him against his will.

“I’m coming in.”

Fuck.

Virgil tried to uncurl his body, but he couldn’t find the willpower to counter the pain. As soon as Patton caught sight of him, he quickly set the bowl of soup (with crackers and cheese, Virgil noticed) on the nightstand and rushed over.

“It’s okay, I’m here. What’s wrong? You look and sound like you’re in so much pain!”

The worst of it passed, and Virgil managed to relax his body a bit. “I’m okay, I’m… kind of used to it.”

Patton’s expression darkened. “Did they hurt you again?” he asked, voice nearly a growl.

“No, nothing like that!” Virgil quickly promised. Patton sagged in relief.

“Thank goodness.” Patton frowned. “This has happened before? Do you have a stomach bug?”

Virgil thought about lying for a brief moment, but was too scared of accidentally summoning Janus to risk it. “No…”

He cursed when Patton’s puppy dog eyes came in full-force. “Is it something bad?”

Just as Virgil was about to hedge around the answer, he felt a telltale dampness. “Uh, nothing dangerous for us since we’re Sides, but I do need to go to the bathroom.”

Patton immediately scooted aside. “Okay! I’ll be here when you get back,” he reassured.

Shit. “Thanks.”

Virgil uncurled himself from his position on the bed, then carefully made his way to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up since he had bled over a bit, changed out his pad and tampon. Just as he was about to flush away the bloody water and toilet paper, there was urgent knocking at the door.

“Virgil, are you okay?!”

Virgil was a little annoyed, but knew to rein himself in. “Yeah Pat, I’m good, just about to wash my hands.”

“Sweetie, are you sure? There’s blood on the bed.”

OH FUCK.

“Um, I’ll be out a in a minute.”

Think think think think THINK!! Okay, what can I tell him? I could just fudge the truth a little bit, but that might be too close to a lie. I could just tell him I don’t want to tell him, but he’d be so sad that I don’t trust him and he deserves better than that. Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

Realizing he’d been staring into space, he dried his hands, then went out to face the music.

Patton was studying the comforter that had gotten stained, and looked up and smiled at Virgil as he emerged. “Hey Virge, I was just gonna wash this for you, is that okay?”

Virgil could feel another wave coming on. “Yeah, but you don’t have to.” Let me lie down so I don’t double over in front of you.

Patton waved him off. “Nonsense, you’re sick and I wanna help!”

SHIT. “Okay, I can help get it off.”

“Sure!”

Virgil frantically tugged at the comforter, while Patton calmly gathered it up in his arms. As soon as the comforter was off the bed, Virgil laid down and curled up, hopefully in a way that made it look like he was just lying down.

“Virgil, can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer!”

Virgil assessed Patton. Patton was looking nervous himself, biting his lip and eyes averting themselves.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Patton took a deep breath. “Well, I know you’re in a lot of pain, you’re not feeling well, you said it’s happened before, and there’s blood that you don’t seem too worried about.” He fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to ask. “Is there anything I can do to help with… this?”

Virgil sighed. Of course he’d figure it out. “Honestly, the soup is more than what I usually get-”

“What?!” Patton cried.

Oops.

“Um, usually I just kinda deal with it on my own?”

Virgil kicked himself for the devastated look on Patton’s face. “Oh Virge…”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind dealing with it by myself!”

“I know, but you shouldn’t have to! And you don’t have to anymore!” Patton declared. “You’re in so much pain, is that normal? Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Normal for me, yeah, and I don’t think so.”

“Normal for you? Why just you, are you in more pain than other people who get periods?”

Way to put it on the nose Patton. “I-”

“What’s this regarding?” Logan asked as he walked in.

Patton didn’t close the door, shit!! “Nothing!”

“Patton seemed to be implying that you’re in a great deal of pain-”

“WHO DARES HARM YOU?!” Roman thundered, sword already drawn.

GODAMMIT. “NO ONE. Okay, Jesus Christ. Look, I’m fine, I’ve just got the period from hell. I’m sorry you guys found out, I didn’t mean to, I’m fine dealing with this on my own, I know it’s weird and-” Virgil cut himself off at the sorrowful looks he was getting. He sighed. These guys aren’t the Dark Sides, they probably don’t think it’s weird and gross and something I’m doing to them on purpose. “Sorry. Just, I have this thing that makes this harder, I can’t think of the name because I can’t think during this, and I’m fine. I’m just miserable for a week and then it’s manageable. This is better treatment than I usually get, and now I can at least get food. Just ignore me.” Virgil cursed God as another devastating cramp chose that specific moment to be an asshole. He held his breath, but couldn’t stop from curling in on himself. Concerned Patton noises could be heard, and Logan was trying to encourage Virgil to breathe. Roman just stood there, feeling helpless.

Once it passed, Virgil unclenched and took a few breaths. “Sorry,” he panted.

“Please do not apologize. Average menstrual cramps-” Virgil winced. “-have been shown to be at a similar pain level as a heart attack, and it sounds like you experience more severe cramping. If you wish to be left alone, then we will respect that,” Logan stated, agreements coming from each of the other Sides. “But there is still the concern of unusual pain. Do you require pain medication?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, it helps me not lose my mind, but it can only do so much. I’m on the max dose for ibuprofen and tylenol right now, and I’m alternating them.”

Logan frowned. “This is your pain level even with medication?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, it’s this thing that starts with an “e”… shit, what is it…”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up. “Endometriosis?”

“Yeah!” Virgil squinted. “How the hell did you know that?”

“I’m Thomas’ center of knowledge. Gracious, Virgil…” Logan trailed off. “Has a TENS unit ever proven helpful?”

“A what?”

Logan straightened up. “A TENS unit administers small electrical pulses to pain points or trigger points via electrodes placed on the skin. Research, as well as personal anecdotes, have shown them to be effective in combating menstrual pain. Would you like me to conjure one for you?”

Whatever, worst thing that might happen is it could hurt worse for a few seconds. “Sure, why not.”

Logan closed his eyes, and a few seconds later a rectangular device with a bunch of wires coming out of it appeared. “Would you like me to apply the electrodes, or would you like to?”

The thought of someone touching his bare skin, especially where he was in so much pain, still scared him, even though he knew these weren’t the Dark Sides. “I can put it on.”

No one said anything as Virgil rolled over to his side and placed the electrodes where Logan instructed. He turned back over, blushing slightly and feeling weird. He could feel another bad one coming on, and he hoped that this would work. Logan handed Virgil the unit.

“There are a few levels of electricity. Since this is your first time, it’s recommended you start at 1 and see if you need to increase from there.”

Before the next bastard cramp could come to do its damage, Virgil just nodded and turned on the device, bracing himself for electrocution pain. Instead, the cramps was… not as bad? It still hurt like a motherfucker, but it wasn’t as godawful as it could be. He cranked it up a few more dials, and the pain dimmed to a level he couldn’t remember ever feeling.

His eyes widened as he uncurled and sat up, jaw slack. The pain was still there, and he could still tell that his muscles were freaking the fuck out, but the pain was down so much he could almost ignore it.

So Logan just made my life about a thousand times better. How do I let him know?

“What kind of bullshit wizard magic is this?” Nice, REAL kind of you to say after Logan literally changed your life.

Logan just did his proud little smirk of his and drew his shoulders back. “No magic involved, merely science, and,” he adjusted one side of his glasses. “logic.”

Virgil sighed, still light-headed and dizzy, but the amount of relief that flooded his body without the pain was helping him feel so much better.

Logan frowned. “If you’ll excuse me, Thomas requires my help with a business e-mail.”

Virgil looked out through Thomas’ eyes and Sanders what the HELL. “Yeah, you’d better go deal with that.”

Patton waved his hand over the bowl of soup to warm it. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

Virgil fidgeted. “Not to be a stereotype, but I’m currently willing to commit homicide for chocolate.”

In the next moment, Virgil found his lap full of his favorite dark chocolate-sea salt-almond bars.

“I should probably go too, make sure Thomathy gets the tone of the e-mail right,” Patton said regretfully.

Virgil waved him off. “No worries, go do your thing.”

“I’ll keep our brave knight company!” Roman declared.

Patton said goodbye and sank out. Roman and Virgil stared at each other.

Roman broke first. “Soooo, friendo…”

Virgil sighed, putting Roman out of his misery. “I don’t usually feel like being a people, but this TENS unit thing is really helping. I’d be down to play some video games after lunch.”

“Sounds wonderful! I’ll get the game set up!” Roman sank out with his usual flair.

Virgil snorted and shook his head. Thank god for TENS units.