#vulnerable janus

Or so he thought. Because when he got up to get some water from the kitchen he was immediately back to shivering once he was away from Logan's warm body and the heating. His knees still felt stiff and his steps wobbly but he wasn’t that lightheaded anymore so he made his way over slowly, listening in on the raging storm rattling their shutters.

He halted, leaning heavily against the doorframe, when he spotted Virgil, sitting on the counter, again, and getting kissed within an inch of life by Remus. Something about them always made their kisses look sloppy. And utterly devoted. Might be the way Remus hands were splayed possessively on Virgil's thighs. Or maybe that Virgil's hood was hanging into their faces. Or the way Virgil's ankles were crossed over Remus’ ass. It was kinda glorious and if his time wasn’t up, he maybe would ask them, sometime, if he could watch them having sex. 

Now though, he needed a glass of water and they , predictably, jerked aaway from one another's mouth when Janus took one out of the cabinets next to them with a little chink.

“Jesus!”

“Janus. Is sufficient, thank you very much.” he retorted in his best impression of Logan, smiling tiredly at them. They were kind of adorable and must obviously have been at it for a while considering Virgil's swollen, red lips.

“Ohhh, look at that: Dead man walking. Shouldn’t you be, like, horizontal?” Remus looked at him with an eyebrow raised. Janus filling his newly acquired glass in the sink.

“Yeah, Jan, what are you doing up?” Virgil asked concerned, bless his snogged-silly little face.

“Just getting water, then I’ll be back lying down, promise.” he answered solemnly, draining his drink.

They two pests were really watching him instead of carrying on with their own business. He looked at them with his own brow raised. “What?”

“Nothin’ , just waiting for you to go back to rest. In the living room. Under that heat lamp. Next to Logan. Yknow?” Virgil shrugged giving his clear instruction a casual air. He grinned and nodded, turning around to do exactly as he’s been told.

“Don’t think we are that easily done with you, though,” Virgil added. Ah yeah, of course. Even though he wasn’t keen on lying to himself and this had to be the consequence of his mistake it still rattled him more than he would ever let them see. Not now, not anymore.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Virgil.”

Once he sat back down he could hear Remus carry the other man back up the stairs. Presumably to messily fuck him through the wall as he was usually doing.

Logan hadn’t moved, still lying exactly where Janus left him, naked upper body curled around a pillow. Mussed, sleepy, soft like a very rare treat. Tempting.

He did still feel faint and exhausted but this was going to be a one time opportunity. A first and last chance. He reckoned that they’d give him another few hours, until everyone had slept and stuff before opening his case.

He shuffled back down, sighing and trembling when the immediate warmth crept back into his bones.

When he had sex with the others we had always imagined intimacy like that would just not happen with Logan. Sure, objectively, he was pretty sure that Logan was a skilled lover. (Also based on the fact that Roman was loud.) But he already had proved him wrong now and well, Janus was just like that, was greedy and selfish and wanted to have this too before he couldn’t have anything anymore.

Kissing the tiny scar on Logans left temple to wake him was a little mean. He had seen Logan rub and scratch it a thousand times when he was agitated, it was evidently very sensitive and did work exactly like Janus intended in rousing the other man. What he didn’t expect was the slow, calm way he was waking again, opening his eyes to Janus again. 

“You need anything?” he rasped, brushing his own hair back to see past the bangs. to check the room and time like the control freak that he was. Not much reminded now of the soft giggles and erotic little shenanigans he’d been up to an hour ago. But it had been there, Janus had seen.

Part 3

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