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Quality Time

Synopsis: Logan doesn't intend to be introverted, but he just doesn't think he meshes well with his five roommates. They all have their own preferences, personalities, pre-established friendships, and it's hard not to feel like they're only inviting him to hang out with them out of formality considering they all live under the same roof. However, Logan's roommates do genuinely want to spend time with him, and are continuously saddened by his polite rejections and refusals. So, they all individually come up with the same plan to get him to spend time with them: turning him into an object, and forcibly bringing him along. And, fortunately, Logan finds he quite enjoys being literally objectified, manhandled, and treated so intensely! Who knew objects felt so good all the time?

Part Three: TV Remote

"Did you check under the cushions?" Logan asks, his voice flat as Patton kneels down to check beneath the coffee table for the fourth time, his face tight with worry. His fingers twitch against the flooring, nervously scratching against carpet as disappointment ends up shooting through him yet again. Patton keeps expecting a different outcome, and finds himself saddened every time reality refuses to bend to his wants. And Logan's been watching him go in circles this whole time, unable to focus on reading when Patton's making small whimpers every time his hopes are crushed.

"No," Patton sheepishly admits after a few seconds. After scanning the floor underneath the table and once again seeing nothing, he pushes himself back to his feet and says "you're sitting on the couch; I didn't want to disturb you. I know you're probably already annoyed with me, considering I've been pacing back and forth for the past hour."

Logan adjusts his glasses, and then checks his phone for the time. "It's been forty minutes. You know, you wouldn't lose the remote this frequently if you'd just set it on the table when you're done with it."

Patton's bottom lip juts out in a pout, his arms being thrown dramatically into the air. "With five of us fighting over it, it often ends up lost before we've even finished movie night!"

That's why he's looking for the remote; tonight is movie night. Once in a blue moon all of their work schedules align, and they all immediately seize this opportunity to relax together. Logan's been invited to every single one of these gatherings, and has been bribed with snacks in the past, but as of late he's been refusing their offers to stay holed up in his room instead. The only reason he knows of this occurrence is because Patton's vented about it while searching... before Logan held up his novel to signify that he was interrupting his reading.

With a sigh, Logan closes his book and gets up off the couch, standing near the arm as Patton begins lifting the cushions. There's nothing underneath the first two, and so he prays it's beneath the third, only to groan when the settee yields nothing but crumbs and loose change. The breath he's been holding is let out long and loudly.

Patton snags a quarter and tucks it in his pocket, before giving Logan a wide-eyed look.

Logan raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "What?"

Twiddling his thumbs, Patton quietly inquires "do you... would you happen to know anywhere else it could be?"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Patton's unfortunate plight, Logan slowly responds "why would I know where the remote was misplaced? I don't watch TV down here; I prefer to listen to audiobooks-"

"Up in your room," Patton finishes with a dejected look, "I know, I know. But you always help us find it!"

"That's because it's usually hidden in the couch somewhere." Logan glances at the cushions, and then nods over at the recliner. "Have you checked under the chair? Or between the cracks of the armrests?"

"No," Patton answers, and then moves to do just that. He's rejuvenated now, once again filled with optimism.

It makes Logan feel uncomfortable watching Patton's countenance brighten with every suggestion, only to fall when he inevitably realizes the remote is nowhere in sight. They can still turn on the television with the buttons on the TV itself, but if they want to watch movies then having a physical remote beside them is the most convenient.

"Why not ask Virgil to hook up his PlayStation?" Logan then suggests. "Or ask Roman to plug in his old DVD player?"

Patton's bottom lip juts out in a pout. "Firstly, that's my DVD player; Roman just still hasn't given it back. Secondly, we wanted to watch cable tonight; there's a fun movie marathon happening that we wanted to experience naturally - commercials and all."

"Horrible."

With a small laugh, Patton jokes "that's what Virgil said," before his expression shifts again.

Logan's not the greatest at dissecting their emotions, but he's been around Patton enough to understand he feels guilty about the lost remote. Considering they're very frequently all together at the same time, it's understandable they like to make the most out of nights like this, and if Patton's own carelessness prevents him from acting on their original plan then he's going to feel like he's ruined things. Especially because Virgil's likely already prepared himself for the specific movies they'll be watching, and Roman's probably gotten his hopes up, and if anything changes the two of them are going to react quite negatively! Not that they'd sour the mood on purpose, but they've always been surprisingly reactive in ways Logan supposes he can relate to. He hates when plans change last minute, too.

"I'm sure the remote is somewhere," Logan stiffly speaks, raising a hand to awkwardly pat Patton's forearm. His best attempt to be comforting comes off rather dry, but Patton still softens, looking down at Logan sympathetically as though he appreciates Logan trying. "Worst comes to worst, you might just have to accept that not all plans come to fruition. Roman has quite the selection of DVDs to choose from, as do you I'm sure."

"I do have some classic Disney films," Patton responds. "But... I don't know. I just wish I could find it."

"We should just buy a second remote."

"It would be handy to have two. Twice as many batteries used, though."

"That's not how that works."

Patton gives him a lopsided smile, and shrugs his shoulders as Logan settles back onto the couch. He flips through the pages of his book as Patton sits beside him - respecting Logan's personal space, but still taking up quite a bit of the couch due to his larger size. When he spreads his legs apart, his knee bumps against Logan's, and Logan doesn't move his thigh away.

Patton opens up his phone with furrowed brows, dreading the fact he'll have to rearrange their movie schedule tonight, but before he can click on his messaging app, his attention is caught by the TF-U application.

It can turn anyone into anything, right?

Their TV responds to a universal remote since they don't have a firestick. They could just buy a second remote... but also, surely a universal remote would be in the listen options on the transformation app. Is he really so desperate to make sure their night goes off without a hitch that he'd turn Logan into an item they're merely missing?

Well... he's already opened the app.

He knows that Virgil explained it and gave a brief demonstration, and he briefly experienced being transformed so he knows it doesn't feel unpleasant! He also knows consent is required... though giving Logan the details of his transformation would be super embarrassing. He knows there's going to be a little judgement if he confesses to wanting to transform Logan into a remote so that he doesn't have to keep searching for the lost one!

But also Patton isn't the type of person to obscure his intentions from anyone, let alone when it relates to an admittedly sexual experience.

So, Patton clears his throat and angles himself towards Logan, sitting patiently until Logan gets tired of ignoring his staring and lays his book in his lap.

"Yes, Patton?" Logan prompts with thinly-pressed lips, being able to recognize the look on Patton's face. It's the expression he makes when he wants something, and in this specific instance it seems like he's going to ask something of Logan. "If you're going to ask about the remote again, I can assure you I truly don't know where else it could be."

"That's not quite it..." Patton nervously starts, before fidgeting with his phone. He's tapping aimlessly around the app, finding it difficult to navigate the simple instructions while actively battling his own growing embarrassment. Eventually, he decides the best course of action is turning his phone around, and showing Logan the revealing screen. "There's this... app that Virgil told us about that can transform anyone into anything, and I know that sounds absurd but it really works! And if you'd be willing to... you know... be our remote tonight, I'd be very grateful."

Logan stares at the TF-U interface, blinking slowly as he looks over the different buttons and sliders.

He hasn't actually seen a lot of the app - he knows certain parts of it because of what he's been told, like the fact he now has a profile on Remus, Janus, and Virgil's phones, and how they could all tell what he was feeling after transformed - but actually getting to touch the screen and scroll over everything has him interested. He didn't know a simple fetish application could be so extensive!

But also, this brings up the fact that he's started to understand they're not talking to each other about the fact they've been taking their turns transforming Logan. Patton's speaking like Logan shouldn't know about this app, which Logan probably wouldn't if it hadn't been used on him three times now! But this is basically solid confirmation that not even Remus has slipped up and revealed what they've done, meaning Logan's the only one who knows they all share an interest in transforming him into mundane things.

"I know that probably doesn't make any sense, but because we use a universal TV remote, you should work just fine with some batteries in you," Patton continues to explain. "And- And being transformed feels good! Maybe a little too good, if you catch my drift..."

"You'd rather transform me into a remote than continue to look for the one you misplaced?"

Patton gulps. "It's not a permanent solution. Just for tonight. If you're not busy." He's unable to make eye contact, nervously playing with his fingers as Logan clicks over to the profile section, thumbs hovering over the button that'll create a new personalized log just for him. "And... And if you get uncomfortable at any point you can reform! That's what the terms of service said, anyway.... And Virgil. He did explain a lot. Probably a lot better than I'm doing now."

"You're doing fine," Logan responds, though he tries to keep his voice steady amidst his growing... anticipation.

There's a lot of complex emotions he's experiencing, but he's never been good at putting names to those cramps and sweating, and so he chooses instead to scoot a bit closer to Patton as he passes the phone back. "I think I understand the gist," he continues, offering assurance without attempting to make it obvious he already knows about the app, about transformations, and about the pleasure one experiences when in these types of situations. "Will everyone end up... using me?"

"I mean, you'll be a remote." Patton licks his lips. "It'd make sense for you to be passed back and forth if we ever needed to pause something, turn down the volume, change the channel... But I'll tell the twins not to fight! And I'll make sure you're not hurt. You'll primarily stay on the arm of the couch, if not in my lap."

Logan bites his lip, and hopes the rising warmth rushing over his countenance goes unnoticed.

Patton's silence is nervous and embarrassed, as he's clearly a bit ashamed he's resorted to such a solution, but Logan's eventual answer of "okay," causes him to sigh with absolute relief. He slumps against the back of the couch as his phone shakes in his hands, before he's suddenly hunching forward and rapidly piecing together a bare-minimum profile for Logan.

His big fingers slide across a bunch of unnecessary letters as Logan's name is typed in, though no profile saves without an initial scan (which Patton barely clicked past by accidentally scanning in a single one of his legs, which it only alerts him 'isn't a valid body' after he tries to save the details). Thankfully, Logan's more than willing to allow Patton to scan over his body in order to get him officially registered in the system. Then, his consent needs to be acquired, which Logan almost gives before Patton's even prompted him.

Even though he already said yes, he says "yes, Patton, you may," again just to really reinforce that he's happy to participate.

And his enthusiasm - put some quotes around that word, as Logan doesn't exactly display excitement as visibly as other people might - seems to comfort Patton who is much more gleeful when navigating to the item selection.

He remembers that Virgil explained there was a custom design option, but ends up not clicking that box when it pops up. Everyone knows what their remote looks like, and the whole point of this is for the others to remain unassuming as Logan's passed from one end of the couch to the other. So he takes the time to actually find a model of the remote that looks similar to the one they own, and picks an exact replica once he comes across it (which, in Patton's mind, is a really neat feature - upon rejecting a custom design, it brings you to a page full of different makes and models of whatever object is selected, giving people the option to choose either a normal-looking item, or an identical copy of whatever it is their transformed person will be replacing).

Then all that’s left is for Patton to confirm his decision, which he does with little hesitation.

Logan’s transformation is swift, but leaves Patton in an uncomfortable pickle when Logan’s clothes end up splayed across the cushions, presenting him with the awkward conundrum of how he’s supposed to hide the fabric upstairs in Logan’s room! If anyone sees him carrying the clothing, they’re going to be suspicious of why he’s holding an entire outfit - underwear included - and if they choose to go ask Logan himself they’re going to find him missing!

“Oh…” Patton moans softly, biting his bottom lip, “it was probably a bad idea to transform you out here, huh? Guess I’ll just have to…”

He doesn’t finish his thought as he digs Logan’s new rectangular body out from under the fabric, finding that he does in fact look like an exact replica. He lets out an impressed exhale as his fingers gently graze the buttons. But he doesn’t click any, as he instead sets Logan down on the table and gathers his clothes up in his arms.

“I think I’m going to make a break for it,” he mumbles, a mixture of playfulness and anxiety in his tone. “And if anybody asks… uhm, well… Let’s just hope nobody does.”

From where Logan’s laying, he can see Patton stand and then circle around the couch in order to reach the stairs and ascend them. But honestly, Logan doesn’t have the mental capacity to actually process what Patton’s saying. It’s like in the process of being transformed all of the energy he had previously been zapped out of him! He’d close his eyes if he had any!

He hears footsteps come back towards him, but notices that it’s not Patton’s large hand that reaches for him, but Janus’s narrow fingers, which grasp him possessively as he’s lifted fast off the table.

“Hm,” Janus hums, lips pursed, “I thought I hid the remote in Remus’s room. Ugh, I wonder if he found it and brought it down here…" He shakes his head, and points Logan towards the dark television screen before him. But when he clicks Logan's power button - applying pressure to a rather sensitive area on Logan's body, admittedly, which reminds him of when he was a pro controller - nothing happens.

Janus tries again, and again, and a fourth time, before eventually flipping Logan over and opening his back panel.

Logan hears Janus scoff. "Of course he'd take the batteries out, the little pest."

A shiver ripples through Logan's foggy brain as Janus's sharp nail dips into the empty valleys where two double-AA batteries need to go. He picks at the springs, bringing Logan a confusingly enjoyable sensation as he's carried towards the kitchen. He's being held face-down, his buttons nestled against Janus's palm as Janus digs through the kitchen draws, searching for the one they keep all sorts of miscellaneous items in. Logan can't see what he's doing clearly; he seems to only be able to see from the side with all the buttons littered across it. But he can feel Janus’s fingers continuing to prod his exposed hole, before eventually he feels a battery slide into him.

It’s pleasure Logan’s not expecting as the double-AA battery completes one of two circuits, simultaneously filling an otherwise empty space, the same way a dildo might fill his ass. In fact, that’s exactly the comparison Logan would draw, as the second battery being placed into him feels like a second cock pushing into a tight space. But as electricity begins to shoot through him, coursing through his plastic shell and complex innards and rejuvenating him, he can’t believe there was ever a point in time where he was empty! He never wants to be empty again! He’s not complete without the batteries inside of him!

“I’m glad we still had batteries left,” Janus mutters, and then closes up Logan’s back, trapping Logan with that wonderfully full sensation.

He steps back into the living room, where he nearly runs directly into Patton, who jumps at Janus’s presence like he was just caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to be.

“Janus!” Patton exclaims, clasping his hands guiltily behind him. “You- uh… You found the remote!”

“It was laying on the coffee table,” Janus replies, raising an eyebrow. “Do you know if Remus brought it down?”

“Was he the one who took it in the first place?”

Janus’s lips press into a thin line, before he smoothly answers “probably,” even though they both know that’s not the case. When Patton reaches for the remote, Janus steps back, and holds it out of Patton’s reach (or… as out of Patton’s reach as he’s able, considering Patton’s much taller than he is).

“Ah-ah,” Janus tuts, “finders keepers.”

There’s a yawn behind them, followed by Virgil leaning against Janus’s side. Janus’s arm snakes around his waist to keep him steady, as Virgil’s tired form inquires “are you two fighting over the remote already? I thought we’d already agreed on what to watch.”

“We did,” Patton quickly responds.

Janus, however, chooses to skim over Virgil’s body before questioning “did you just wake up?”

Virgil nods, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I stayed up late last night trying to fix my OBS. I couldn’t get it to actually record my screen, but I think exhaustion was making me stupid. I still had my Switch plugged into my laptop, and thus the input device was incorrect… Just a bunch of silly mistakes.” He lets out another yawn, this one semi muffled in Janus’s shoulder. “I fell asleep right after lunch. I thought I’d slept through our movies.”

“You’re actually right on time,” Janus soothes him, as Virgil rubs his face back and forth against Janus’s arms. This vulnerable, affectionate side will be gone as soon as he wakes up further, and so Janus savors how desperately Virgil relies on him to stay upright. "I'm sure the twins will be down soon, and Roman will want to prepare a meal's worth of snacks."

"Are we going to order anything for dinner?"

Janus glances at Patton. "I assumed so. We settled on that... that Chinese place down the road, right? Or did Roman veto it in favor of Italian?"

"You wanted Italian," Virgil reminds him, voice gravelly. "Roman wanted that steakhouse.”

“Well, I know Logan likes the chow mein. Perhaps if we order from there he’d be more inclined to come down and join us.” Janus walks Virgil over to the couch, and as he sits down Virgil stretches selfishly over the cushions, face resting atop Janus’s thighs.

But Patton quickly replies “no!” before laughing nervously as both Janus and Virgil give him a weird look. His hands pat awkwardly against his thighs as he rushes to come up with some sort of explanation, and settles on saying “I was already up there… asking him. He said he’d already brought up a sandwich for himself… A… turkey sandwich!”

Janus’s eyes narrow, and Patton swallows the spit in his mouth.

“So, you know, he said he didn’t want a second dinner. But I guess we could always order extra, and let him have them as leftovers tomorrow!”

Janus opens his mouth like he wants to ask a question, but before he can get it out Virgil’s replying “so we’re ordering Chinese food, then? It's settled?” to which Janus can’t do anything but shrug. And without Roman downstairs to plead his case, the three of them come to a definitive conclusion.

Logan, meanwhile, can barely process they’re talking about him. All he can think about are Janus’s nails gliding up and down his plastic backing, as his front rests against the back of Virgil’s jacket. He’s not being used, but it’s not like he’s entirely forgotten about - Janus is clearly waiting for the perfect time to push his buttons and get their movie night started. As Patton moves to the couch, Virgil begrudgingly ends up sitting up, and so Logan ends up pulled into Janus’s lap instead, where he rests loosely but protected in Janus’s hold.

Virgil stares down at him for a few seconds, before snickering “don’t tell me you’re going to cling to the remote all night, Janus; what do you even need it for other than adjusting the volume?”

“I’d prefer to keep it out of Remus’s reach,” Janus bitterly replies. “He likes to crank up the sound to max, and it’s torturous on my sensitive eardrums. I know you can’t relate considering how loud your music typically is…”

“I could keep the remote safe!” Patton suggests, hoping Janus will hand the remote over. There’s no indicator that it’s Logan, but on the off chance they’re able to find out it’ll be super inappropriate! Especially since they all know of the sexual side effects transformation enacts, as they all saw how Patton looked after just a few seconds. “You know neither Remus or Roman are able to wrangle anything away from me.”

"As if I don't know what game you're playing," Janus quickly bites back. "You always hog the remote, and then it always ends up lost!"

Patton's face pales. "No it doesn't! I mean... Well, sometimes it does, but it's not my fault! Why are remotes the perfect size to fall between the cushions anyway? That's just bad design!"

"What's bad design?" Roman asks from the stairwell, as he reaches the bottom step with an excited 'umf.' He’s joined by Remus, who takes a sharp turn into the kitchen while Roman chooses to round the settee and bend down to kiss Virgil’s disheveled hair, even though Virgil quickly ducks away from the affection.

“Logan could come down any minute!” Virgil hisses, as Janus waves the remote in front of Roman’s face to answer his query.

“Patton believes remotes are… inconveniently shaped,” he says, and Patton nods slowly even though that claim arose from his growing panic. “I personally believe the slender look is quite pretty, but I suppose if my hands were as big as watermelons I’d want a remote that’s a bit larger…”

“Don’t be mean, now,” Roman chastens, as he moves to kiss Patton’s face. With rising concern, Virgil sits up on his knees and stares over the back of the couch, worried Logan’s going to come down those stairs any minute and see them all kissing, even though Logan’s already held possessively in Janus’s palm, getting a rather clear visual of the sweet affection exchanged between Patton and Roman. “Patton’s hands are perfectly sized; don’t act like you want them any smaller.”

Janus quickly touches his hand to his chest, feigning shock. “My, my Roman! Someone’s so perverse this evening!”

Roman’s face goes dark red. “You know I meant that innocently!” he rushes to defend himself, though thankfully the topic is moved on from when Remus comes back from the kitchen holding an armful of snacks.

“Alright, we’ve got chips, cookies, popcorn… The bagged kind of popcorn. The… The chip-bag kind. We have the microwaveable kind too, but I’m not doing all that.” The snacks are dropped over the coffee table carelessly, where one of the bags pops open from the force of a cookie container landing too hard atop it. “Are we still ordering Chinese food?”

Roman’s eyes go wide. “I thought you guys were going to let me grab dinner from the steakhouse!”

“Everyone else wants Chinese,” Virgil points out, rolling his eyes at Roman’s complaining. “No one wants to cut a steak in the middle of a movie.”

“I could go for steak,” Remus chirps, but a sharp look from Janus has him begrudgingly backing down and adding “but I suppose some egg drop soup will taste just as good…”

“And won’t give you food poisoning,” Virgil adds under his breath. At least egg drop soup is cooked thoroughly; the kind of meat Remus eats is horribly undercooked and nauseating to witness him eating. “You’ve been outnumbered, Roman; we can go to the steakhouse next date night or something.”

“You can still go pick it up for us if you want to treat us,” Patton chimes in, attempting to alleviate Roman’s disappointment. “I know delivery fees are so dastardly nowadays… And I know you were looking forward to a steak dinner, but don’t you love the orange chicken anyway?”

It’s surprisingly less about the food and more about the money, as even though Roman doesn’t make much at his current job, he hasn’t been cut off from his family’s riches (like Remus has), and so enjoys dipping into his “fun money” to spoil the others any chance he gets. Buying frivolous things like multiple steaks for a movie night is just one way he shows his love, but he guesses that going through the effort of picking it up in a heroic act of service is just as thoughtful.

Janus suddenly raises the remote, sending vertigo through Logan who didn’t expect to be lifted so quickly. “We can talk about food after we got through the first movie, at least. It’s too early to eat dinner; it’s not even dark out!”

“Just because you enjoy eating late doesn’t mean the rest of us do,” Roman’s quick to counter, though Virgil is swiftly grabbing his collar and pulling him down over the back of the couch, sending him tumbling onto the laps of his lovers below. His face ends up planted in Janus’s thighs, and his legs are splayed over Patton’s, and even though he’s chuckling for now he ends up thrashing when Remus decides to join onto the pile - launching himself full force at the ground and crashing against Roman and poor Virgil (who ends up smushed in he middle of them all).

It becomes a struggle for a single one of them to get untangled from the pile, but Janus is the first to achieve this as he manages to get free from the other four.

He tosses himself selfishly onto the recliner as he watches Remus and Roman wrestle atop the other two, until Virgil somehow ends up between them where their motivations change from fighting to flirting, and now Virgil has to try and escape their kisses and groping. And though Patton would normally aid Virgil in escaping the rather intense touches of the twins, Janus notices that Patton’s attention seems to be on him instead.

When Patton realizes he’s been caught staring, he quickly points towards the television.

“Aren’t you… uh… going to turn it on?” he asks, which has Janus giving him a lopsided smile.

“Don’t you want to wait for the other two to calm down first?”

“Marathon starts at six,” Patton explains, hoping Janus doesn’t notice the sweat beading on his neck. “Last I checked it was five, and that was about an hour ago.”

Remus lands on the ground with a loud thump, barely missing hitting the coffee table by a scarily small margin. Out of fear, Virgil scrambles to join him on the floor, just to yank Remus around and double check he hasn’t accidentally cracked his skull open.

Finally free of his brother’s troublesome behavior (and Virgil’s tempting body), Roman catches his breath while checking the time on his phone.

“It’s 6:02pm,” he reads, panting hard. He tries to wipe the wrinkles from his shirt as he sits up, where he then drags Virgil back onto the cushions beside him. “Do you think we’ve already missed the beginning?”

“We’re going to miss even more of it if Janus doesn’t turn the damn TV on,” Virgil grumbles, wiping spit off his face. One would think it’d be mostly smeared over his lips, but in actuality there’s saliva everywhere, from his eyebrows to his cheeks. “This is why Janus shouldn’t get to keep the remote.”

“Oh yes,” Janus is quick to bite back, “because you would have been much more punctual whilst sandwiched between our two lovers…”

“I was being viciously attacked,” Virgil groans, throwing his arms dramatically into the air. “What’s your excuse!?"

Janus smiles prettily as he finally sinks his thumb down on the power button of the remote, finally delivering pleasure to Logan's plastic body which has been deprived in Janus's grip. And this power button brings forth similar feelings to the pro controller, as it sends orgasmic pleasure coursing through his inner structures and straight to his brain. It's more intense however, as it's not like he's being powered on; he's powering on something else, so it's different. But to Logan, pleasure is pleasure, and pleasure is what he yearns for.

They're turning him into such a sex addict; he swears he's never been this desperate for stimulation, but as an object it's what he's made for!

All objects want to be used!

And that's a mindset he hardly has to talk himself into; it's so easy now to just accept that being held, pressed, squeezed, and passed around is the most fulfilling life he can live, because what other life is there for an inanimate object? One that's devastating in the trash? Or neglectful in the dump? He'd take being scratched over by Janus's nails any day, as they mindlessly glide over the seams in his back while navigating to the correct channel.

"Which marathon are we watching again?" Janus asks, eyes narrowing at the screen. "It looks like there's four different ones happening at once."

"We'll we're definitely not watching the Minions marathon," Virgil grumbles, even though Patton's bottom lip juts out at the remark.

"I like the Minions franchise."

"The first Despicable Me movie was good, the second was dare I say great, and everything after that is kind of..." Roman trails off, offering up a shrug. "Anyway, we're watching the Home Alone marathon, remember? They're playing all six movies back to back!"

"I was hoping you weren't going to say that," Janus groans. "It's not even winter!"

"I thought there were only three movies," Patton mumbles, to which Remus flips onto his back and stares up at him from the floor.

He picks at his teeth before answering "the newest one came out like... five years ago. But only the first two are truly classics. The traps created were so well thought out. The rest of the sequels fall flat in that regard. Plus, they're not even funny! How are you going to make a movie with slapstick being the primary draw, and then forget to include proper slapstick?"

"I don't think the break-in sequence is the primary draw," Roman starts to argue. "The entire first movie is honestly a story about family, both found family and blood ties, and is honestly very sweet at its core."

"You only feel that way because our parents fucking sucked."

As Roman frowns down at his twin, Virgil snickers "two things can be true at once," which just results in his side being elbowed. Roman doesn't even entertain that claim, refuting it with little more than his upturned chin as Janus navigates to the first Home Alone movie, which has just barely started. And while this would normally necessitate at least two minutes worth of complaining from Roman, who hates missing the start of anything, Roman goes weirdly silent.

He only seems to brighten when - after a long internal debate - Janus tosses the remote at him.

Logan lands softly atop Roman's clothed thighs, where he's carefully picked up. He comes face to face with Roman's smiling countenance, where Janus quickly tells him "obviously don't change the movie mid-scene, but if you'd like to tweak the volume then be my guest."

And though Virgil would usually complain that Roman doesn't set the volume to the correct numbers - he prefers intervals of three, while Roman enjoys much larger leaps of five by fives - this time he stays quiet and lets Roman enjoy setting the television to a meager '10.' It's still a bit too quiet for Remus and Patton's tastes, but truthfully Patton's just relieved to once again be in proximity to Logan, while Remus can barely see the TV from where he's still stretched out over the floor.

To Logan, the volume button feels good, but not as good as turning the TV on. However, he notices a distinct difference between turning the volume up and down, as when the television gets louder, it feels like Logan's being touched over blissfully - like the intention behind the pleasure is to inevitably bring him closer to his orgasm. But when Roman decides on lowering it a bit, it feels... wrong. Still bringing him a bit of enjoyment, but significantly less so, as if Roman were rubbing him half-heartedly and with the intention of bringing him discomfort and edging him.

So when Roman accidentally goes over to eleven, and then ends it off by bringing Logan back down to ten, it leaves Logan feeling unsatisfied and tormented!

If only Patton would check the TF-U app he’d notice that Logan is feeling needy and desperate.

But a remote doesn't get to choose when its buttons are pressed, the same way Logan doesn't get a say in whose hands he's currently clasped by. Roman holds him much softer than Janus did, but he's equally as possessive with Logan as though he can't stand the idea of anyone else getting to hold the remote. He's witnessed this weird sense of desire they all seem to have for him when transformed, but didn't expect it to be as palpable whilst in such a boring form. At least when he was blue and star-themed there was an argument to be made that he was pretty, and at least half his roommates are notably materialistic enough to appreciate his craftsmanship. But now he was just... a plain, boring remote! They shouldn't want to hold him as tightly as they are!

Roman doesn't scratch along his underside, but he does tighten and loosen his hand every so often. He's just squeezing Logan in order to keep his hand occupied, but to Logan it feels like one wrong tense and he'll splinter apart into pieces! He's sure Roman's strong enough to crush him if he so desires... and there's a real chance he could do it accidentally.

They get about halfway through the movie before Remus's head cranes back, and he whines "it's too quiet. I can't admire all the gory sound effects!"

"What movie are you watching where the sound effects are gory?" Virgil replies with a huff. "It's just basic sound design. There's nothing super interesting about it, and we don't need the TV any louder than it is."

"Don't discredit the emotional impact of good sound design," Roman surprisingly speaks up in defense. "While I don't exactly know what about the Home Alone soundtrack reads as 'gory,' I will say this movie's choice in music and sound effects are very fitting. You can't watch through it without feeling excited and fuzzy the whole way through!"

"And a little turned on," Remus pipes up, which gets him kicked in the back of the head.

"Don't say a movie with an underage main character turns you on," Virgil hisses, and Remus pouts as he rubs the back of his skull.

"I didn't say Macaulay Culkin was hot. I was talking about the shit he does to those robbers. I wish I was the one torturing them through an obnoxiously complex string of Rube Goldberg machines... Though on the topic of Macaulay Culkin, he really grew into himself. He's definitely hot now."

"Maybe we keep those thoughts inside," Patton gently prompts, and then scratches through Remus's hair before Remus can think to explain himself further, and thus dig a much deeper hole. They all knew what he meant anyway, even if Patton reaches towards the table and drags a bag of chips into Remus's lap to hopefully keep him occupied for the latter half of the film. They're only one movie in; best to distract him now before he spends the next half hour explaining nonsense and moaning about questionable stuff.

Remus immediately breaks open the bag of chips and stuffs his hand inside, as Roman draws his legs up onto the cushions. Now sitting criss-cross, Logan is set between his thighs, where he ends up tucked in the crevice connecting Roman's inner thigh to his crotch. The area is warm and soft, and Roman's arm drapes over his knee in a way that obscures Logan's view of the television (not that he was watching it anyway).

The semi-upright position feels less pleasurable than actually being held and used, but he receives idle enjoyment from the batteries keeping him operating, so he can't complain too much.

Patton attempts to discreetly reach over and pluck the remote from Roman’s lap, but that just results in Roman squeezing his thighs together protectively.

“Hands off!” Roman puffs. “I’m holding it.”

“You’re not using it,” Patton sweetly tries to insist. “I was going to set hi- it on the armrest. By me. Over here.” His face feels hot, and he tugs at the collar of his shirt as his slip-up now has everyone looking at him kind of weird. Even Logan himself feels intensely warm at the fact his predicament has been practically exposed! But... fortunately, with Patton's habit of personifying inanimate objects (such as calling his car a good girl when her tank is full, and his mower a bad boy when it frequently breaks down on the lawn) nobody lingers on the pronoun for long.

Instead, Roman just tilts his head up as he curtly replies "what difference does it make whether it's sitting with me or you? Janus gave me the remote."

"Janus hid the remote in the first place," Virgil grumbles under his breath, which has Janus glaring daggers at him from the recliner.

"I did no such thing," Janus rushes to deny. And with a wave of his hand, he adds "but I think Roman's hands are the least likely to end up greasy from snacks, so it's best it stays with him. Unless he wants to pass it back to me, of course."

"I'm not even eating chips tonight," Virgil pipes up. "Why can't I hold onto the remote?"

Everyone turns to look at Virgil, and though Logan can't see him, he does tune into their conversation as their interrogations begin.

"Why aren't you going to be eating chips?" Remus starts, setting his chin atop Virgil's knees. "I bought those blue Doritos just for you! Nobody else likes the cool ranch kind!"

"Patton will eat them."

Patton rubs the back of his neck. "Begrudgingly," he mutters, "but they're your favourite! And we got those extra hot Cheetos because you like them more than the original hot ones... even though I think the original ones are hot enough on their own!" He reaches for the Cheetos, but as he lays the bag in Virgil's lap, Virgil just looks uncomfortable. More uncomfortable than usual, which has all of them deflating slightly, including Roman who twists so that he can wrap a loving arm around Virgil's waist.

"What if we ordered food now, and saved the snacks for when we need a pick-me-up during the final few movies?" he suggests, ever eager to lighten the mood. "You can come with me to pick up Chinese; I'd appreciate an extra set of hands."

Virgil bites his bottom lip, guilt flashing over his features, before he sighs "fine. But I'm not calling the restaurant to place the order."

"Don't worry my sweet little thunderstorm; I figured I'd generously take that burden from any of your shoulders." Roman stands, and pulls Virgil up with him, with Logan landing further back on the cushions in the warm spot where Roman's body was previously resting. He can feel the plush settee shifting back into place at a snail's pace, and his front side is mushed into the space where Roman's rear previously rested. It smells a mixture of musky and fruity - like Roman's sweat and perfume have mixed together and rubbed off on the fabric.

"If everyone will just text me what they want, we'll be in the kitchen." Roman pulls out his phone and pulls up the menu, flashing it to Virgil before dialing the restaurant. "Someone should double check with Logan and make sure he doesn't want anything other than chow mein."

"I can!" Patton leaps off the couch with such vigor that he nearly trips over Remus, who's hand gets stomped on (though he fortunately seems to do little more than blush and grin at the pain that shoots through his fingers). And even though Patton ushers out a few apologies, he's already halfway to the stairwell, and then ascending up to the second floor before anyone else can even blink.

Janus watches him disappear down the hall before turning to Virgil and jesting "it's cute how noticeable his crush is. I'm surprised Logan hasn't realized we're head over heels for him, when Patton's constantly acting like that," which has Virgil looking a mixture of embarrassed and anxious at the idea of their affection being obvious.

"Maybe he has noticed, and just hasn't said anything because it makes him uncomfortable."

"Or maybe you're overthinking things." Roman kisses Virgil's head, and then smiles at Patton when he comes back down.

"Logan... Uh... Well, he said the chow mein is fine," Patton stammers, playing nervously with his hands. "And if we could save him a fortune cookie, he'd... uh... appreciate it."

Again, Janus gives him a weird look, but right when Patton assumes he's going to be called out on Logan's absence, Janus is instead saying "Patton, you needn't lie in order to get yourself a second cookie. We both know Logan doesn't care whether or not he gets a cookie."

Patton exhales with relief, and then sheepishly claims "okay, I might want two fortune cookies. Is that such a crime?" which has everyone snickering as he makes his way back to the couch. He not-so-discreetly snatches the remote back up before sitting down, where Remus clambers onto the couch beside him now that Virgil and Roman's spots are empty. Though what Patton initially assumes is just Remus yearning to invade Patton's personal space quickly turns out to be a ploy to swipe the remote, where he quickly cranks the volume up.

The call of Remus's name that comes from the kitchen in protest is quickly drowned out by holiday jingles stemming from the TV screen, while Logan's mind becomes warped with pleasure as the orgasmic pressure within him builds and builds.

"Don't you think that's a little loud?" Patton attempts to dissuade him, though Remus just keeps the volume at a steady crescendo until Patton and Remus can barely hear each other whilst cuddling together. "You might disrupt Roman's phone call!"

Remus glances up at Patton's face, finally sliding his thumb away from Logan's volume button, leaving Logan aching as the brief friction he was receiving is pulled from him so casually. "You might want to text Roman what you'd like, or else he's not going to get you anything and you're going to have to resort to cannibalism in order to keep yourself satiated."

"Or I could grab something from the fridge," Patton mumbles, though it's not like Remus can hear him over the movie.

But his words mean so little when his main focus is on Logan, who's being gripped so tightly in Remus's hold that there's a chance the plastic will shatter beneath his lithe fingers. Patton didn't get a great look at the app; will Logan be okay if he breaks? Did Virgil mention something about that? He can barely think with the sound of the television drowning out his thoughts!

Remus isn't even watching the movie - and neither is Janus, Patton notices, when he glances up and sees Janus presumably looking at the restaurant's menu on his phone - but he's instead inspecting the remote with growing suspicion.

"Hey, I thought I carved a penis into the backside of this," Remus says, in a tone so surprisingly quiet that Patton originally believes he misheard it. But when he sees that Remus is clearly studying the smooth plastic, he feels his heart begin to beat faster, fear seeping through him. Especially when Remus's sentiment grows into the belief that he's always wanted to, but never followed through. "Hm, guess not. I'll just have to do it now."

"Wait-" Patton tries to deter him, but Remus has already whipped out a switchblade from his pocket. And even though Patton feels nothing but fear as the tip of the blade is pressed to the back of the remote - specifically to the part that disconnects from the plastic to reveal the inner batteries. "Remus, that's everyone's remote, you shouldn't-"

But Remus has already started.

With just the right amount of pressure, Remus is easily able to begin slicing through the plastic, working with an impressive amount of skill and efficiency considering he likely doesn't have a lot of experience whittling remotes.

To Logan, the pain is sharp, but not unbearable. It stings, almost like light cuts would over his human body, but every painful throb that beats through his plastic shell and into his circuit board is just another bit of enjoyment that fogs up his mind. If only Remus could keep cutting him everywhere.

Despite the curved nature of his new form, Remus isn’t deterred by the challenge of cutting round shapes into solid objects. If drawing a perfect circle is hard, carving a perfect set of balls is even harder, and yet he breezes right through it! He spends the most time focusing on giving the phallic marking a long shaft and defined tip, even as Patton tries to dissuade him.

“That’s so inappropriate!” Patton complains, even though his real issue lies in the mutilation of Logan’s body. Is he feeling a cutting sensation? Is he in pain? “Remus, give me that!”

Remus curls forward, tucking his head between his knees in order to shield himself from Patton’s hands. Patton doesn’t risk getting too close to the remote either, as he knows that Remus will impulsively swipe at his fingers if they dare interfere with his current artistic feat.

Scrape after scrape, Logan feels little shavings slide down his body, as parts of him are whittled away to make space for this… tramp stamp.

And right when he finishes, Virgil steps back into the room, distracting Patton again as Virgil says “you and Remus need to text what you want for dinner. We’ve gotten through everyone else’s orders.” But when Patton just stares at him confused, Virgil has to cup his hands around his mouth and shout “food!” which has Patton fumbling to get his phone out.

“Just get me whatever,” Patton insists, after tapping fruitlessly on the screen; his attention is split between so many things that the prospect of reading through a menu sounds horrible. The movie is too loud, Remus is hurting Logan, he needs to order… So he tells Virgil “I’ll take whatever you’re getting!” after a brief moment of contemplation, now applying pressure onto Virgil to order heavy if he wishes for a big man like Patton to have enough food to fill him up.

Virgil frowns as he understands Patton’s goal, but the TV is too loud for him to argue, so he just turns on his heel and walks back into the kitchen.

This happens at the same time Remus turns in Patton’s hold, and proudly waves the remote in his face.

“Now it’s got an ass tat,” Remus gleefully chirps, dropping Logan onto Patton’s stomach. Patton rushes to gather Logan up in his hands, where Logan mentally shivers at the feeling of Patton’s big, warm fingers caressing his fresh and aching cuts. “Ain’t it cute?”

“It’s destructive, is what it is,” Patton scolds, as he flips Logan onto his back in order to turn the volume down. Tick, tick, tick, until once again they can hear each other without raising their voices, earning a thankful groan from Janus who was clearly growing agitated at the overstimulating noise.

Remus’s bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout. “Be lucky I didn’t cut a penis into you. You’d look good marked with such a signature stamp.”

“Remus,” Patton warns, “you’re being vulgar.”

“And that’d hardly be a unique marking,” Janus chimes in. “Plenty of people have genitals tattooed on them. Remus, I’m pretty sure you have three.”

“Yeah, tattooed.” Remus sticks his tongue out. “Being scarred and being tatted are two completely different things. And that’s not even including branding in this whole debacle!”

“Nobody’s scarring or branding or doing anything to anybody,” Patton huffs, as he tucks Logan safely behind him, trapping Logan against the warm cushion, Patton’s clothed back, and the armrest. “And Remus, you better not be cutting anymore… naughty bits onto anything else!”

Janus sits up straighter in his chair. “Wait… is that what he was doing? I thought the remote already had a penis cut into it.”

Remus points at Janus. “I thought so too!”

They stare at each other, and then look at Patton, who sweats bullets beneath their inquisitive gazes. But as he pulls at his collar, fanning cool air down his stomach he manages to choke out “You… You caught me! I bought a new backing so I didn’t have to see such a thing every time I wanted to watch TV.”

A lie, of course, and one Patton feels silly while telling, but it’s something he’d realistically do.

Remus pushes Patton back, and throws himself dramatically against the armrest opposite him. “How could you!?” he laments. “My masterpiece… banished to the dump!”

Virgil steps back into the room, and curiously leans over Remus in order to ask “what’s in the dump?” to which Remus replies by grabbing the collar of Virgil’s shirt and pulling him forcibly down onto the couch. With so much erratic behavior happening relating to the settee, Patton believes Logan’s in danger of being crushed. And considering how close he is to just leaning back and cracking him in two, Patton finds himself faced with an interesting conundrum.

He’s less worried about being discovered for his laziness, and more about Logan’s safety, so if he had to debate between exposing himself for seemingly losing the remote or keeping Logan from being accidentally sat on, rolled atop, smushed, and generally cracked in half, he’s going to choose the former! Would it be worth it to look for the real remote again? And secretly change Logan back in his room?

Before he can make a decision, Virgil’s feet are kicking against his thighs as he gets Remus pinned beneath him, with Remus grinning wide.

“You look so sexy when you’re pissed off,” Remus teases, which has Virgil scowling.

“You’re annoying.”

“Take your anger out on me, Virgil.” He sets a hand to his head, knuckles pressed to his forehead as he moans “I deserve it.”

“Too bad, he’s busy,” Roman cuts in, as he grabs the hood of Virgil’s hoodie and yanks him back and off his twin brother. “He has to come with me to pick up food, remember?”

Janus looks up from his phone - which Patton realizes he’d been quietly scrolling, instead of watching the movie. “Is it done already?”

Roman shrugs. “No, but I figured we’d also stop at the gas station and grab drinks.”

“I want a slushie!” Remus shouts, bolting upright so fast he gets a little dizzy. “A suicide, specifically!”

“I figured, Remus,” Roman sighs. While normally he’d have his notes app up to track his partner’s orders, drinks were both easy to remember, and pretty well-known. They spend enough time with each other that Roman could probably list the specific brands of water everyone preferred. “Everyone else?”

“I’ll take an Arnold Palmer,” Janus sweetly requests. “Or a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, if they have it.”

“An Arndol Palmer for you… Patton?”

“Blue razz slushie,” Patton answers. “Please. And thank you, Roman. That’s very sweet of you.”

Roman smiles proudly, and then a bit more timidly as Virgil pinches his side as he says “well, it was actually Virgil’s idea. He wanted an energy drink to help keep him up, since we’re going to be up for a while.”

“I’m going to grab an extra one for Logan, too,” Virgil then adds, “just in case he decides last-minute he wants to watch the final few movies with us.”

“And if he refuses the two-hundred milligrams of caffeine right before bed, you’ll get two cans,” Janus points out. “How thoughtful of you.”

“Oh, fuck off. I’m genuinely trying to be nice.”

“And I’m making a genuine observation of what will happen when your kind action gets rejected, the same way all of our advances are so sourly rejected.” Janus gives them all a faux pout - one that he can’t maintain for long without laughing, with him smoothly transitioning back to scrolling on his phone as Virgil drags Roman towards the front door.

“We’ll be back soon!” Roman sings. “Love you all!”

A chorus of “love you too” comes from everyone but Remus (who responds by affectionately flipping him off), sending Virgil and Roman on their way. With two of the five of them gone, Janus ends up moving to the couch, where he happily lays against Patton and pulls Remus up to cuddle in order to selfishly soak up their body heat.

All of this occurs with Logan still trapped between the armrest and Patton’s back, experiencing that same heat at a much higher and more humid intensity. But it seems he's been forgotten about despite how badly Patton was scrambling to grab him the moment Logan was no longer in his reach. It's a bittersweet thing, as Logan doesn't mind being this close to Patton, as well as the fact he knows wouldn't be played with regardless of if he was atop Patton's thighs or behind him (they don't need to adjust the volume anymore, and it doesn't seem like they'll be changing the channel anytime soon), but he still yearns to have more use than just... simply tweaking the sound every now and again!

He has so many buttons; surely some of them must do something helpful!

For the first time since being transformed into an object, Logan feels an instinctive desire to disobey his purpose. He tries to move on his own - to wiggle around, press against Patton, even flip onto his front - and tries to see if he can push the buttons over his body. If he just thinks hard enough about them sinking into his plastic shell and connecting with his inner circuit board... Maybe he can do something...

Patton shifts back, and before Logan realizes it he's being sat atop, pushed into that position via Janus's less-than-innocent touching.

"Janus!" Patton squeals, completely overlooking the fact that television's input menu has popped up due to pressing down against multiple buttons (including the one that'll change where the TV is pulling it's video from). “Not down here!”

“Why not down here?” Janus purrs. “It’s not like Logan’s going to come downstairs. He’ll likely stay locked up in his room until early tomorrow morning.” He walks two fingers up Patton’s polo, and then skillfully begins to undo the buttons one by one until Patton’s shirt is falling open, exposing the hairy stomach beneath. As Patton’s face begins to grow hot, he settles himself down harder onto Logan, squishing the cheap plastic beneath his rear.

Remus’s hands excitedly plant themselves on Janus’s shoulders, as he leans over Janus’s back, grinding his hips shamelessly against Janus’s ass.

“I’m down for a bit of fun,” Remus exclaims. “It’s not often you let us see that huge cock of yours, Patton. Couldn’t you whip it out just this once? As a… special occasion?”

“You saw me naked the other night,” Patton sheepishly replies. “Roman and Virgil aren’t going to enjoy being left out.”

“They left me and you out of sucking all up on Janus’s chest,” Remus huffs in response.

Janus raises his eyebrows, an amused smile stretching across his lips. “That’s true,” he coos, “I did exclude you two. And how awful of me to do such; I know how sad you two were not to be in my loving embrace.” Janus squeezes one of Patton’s breasts, and then moves to thumb over his nipple as he says “I’m down for a bit of fun if you two are, though. We have time for a bit of kissing, grinding, maybe a little frotting if we hurry up and get started…”

“I like frotting!” Remus is practically vibrating with excitement. The sound of a zipper alerts them to the fact Remus is already pulling his dick out, despite the fact Patton’s been too red to agree to anything.

And underneath him, Logan hears their muffled dirty talk. He hears Remus say some unsavory things, and he feels as Patton’s shorts are tugged down just enough to expose his cock and bunch up against Logan’s front, but he’s still trapped. Though he’s by no means neglected.

Patton is pressing almost all of his buttons at once, bringing Logan pleasure like he can’t even describe.

Every input presses against his circuit board, giving the TV mixed signals as it sends ecstasy rippling through his body. He feels like he's making a telepathic connection with the television, and its own confusion over which stimuli to acknowledge and which to ignore makes Logan's head feel disoriented. All of the button presses could be intentional, or they could all be accidental, or they could come as a result of being sat atop.

Patton's hips grind back and forth, until Logan's wedged halfway beneath his ass, and half underneath his crotch. And because he's gotten into the mindset of being a simple remote, he's practically stunned when Patton's testicles drop right into his face.

And due to the size of his cock, the other two don’t notice Logan’s precarious position.

Patton barely registers it either, other than the vague knowledge that he's sitting on something. But it's not uncomfortable, and it's not like he can focus much on where his balls are laying when Remus is touching the tips of their cocks together. Remus's leaky pre gives Patton's slit a messy kiss, with Remus half-sitting in Janus's lap so Janus can squeeze Remus's testicles sadistically.

"Are my good boys going to frot for my enjoyment?" Janus asks, putting on a mockingly sweet voice.

"Won't that be messy," Patton stammers out in complaint, though most things with Remus were. "Shouldn't we at least lay down a blanket or something?"

"We don't need a blanket," Remus insists. He's up on his knees, Janus hugging his waist as he plants one hand on Patton's shoulder to keep him steady, and guides the other one down to grab both his and Patton's cock and press them against each other. "I'll make sure most of your come splatters on me, that way we won't need to worry about protecting the cushions."

As Patton leans forward, more of his balls press against Logan’s buttons, unintentionally shutting off the TV - though it bounces right back on in just a few seconds from other input.

And since he'd been moving around all afternoon, searching for the remote and pacing nervously, there's a thick layer of sweat that floods Logan's senses now that his privates have been freed from the confines of his beige pants. And there's a certain dampness to his testicles that leave sweaty smears over Logan's plastic frame. He can even feel some of Patton's perspiration drip into the crevices of his buttons, cascading down to his circuit board and splattering across his paneling.

He doesn't breathe, but his persisting sense of smell becomes flooded with Patton's scent. His entire body is crushed beneath Patton's. He might… break in two…

“Remus!” Patton squeaks, as Remus starts sloppily moving his hand up and down. He uses the pre already leaking from his bellend to lubricate their shafts, thus allowing his palm to glide with little resistance. “Go- Go a little slower!”

“You can take it,” Remus hastily responds, as he speeds up out of defiance. “We gotta hurry before the other two get home, don’t we?”

Patton’s hips jerk, and his balls drag across Logan’s front, smothering his face underneath him.

Then one of Janus’s hands is replacing Remus’s, so Remus can focus on groping Patton’s chest instead.

It’s weird to be beneath them while all of this is happening; he can tell they’re getting sexual, and he’s huffing the sweat from Patton’s balls. But he’s blind to it all, and two of them don’t even know he’s here! Patton also doesn't realize exactly where he is, meaning he's an unintentional fourth addition to their threesome.

"You're so cute, Patton," Janus praises, talking intimately into Remus's ear like his words are meant for the latter, when they both know where most of his affection will be directed. "You get overwhelmed so easily. We go a little quickly and you turn to putty. How on earth do you ever get off on your own? It must take you hours."

The teasing makes Patton feel hot, and he hides his red face in his shoulder. His hips twitch again, and he grinds against Remus's cock in a way that makes them both moan.

A droplet of pre drips down the side of his girthy shaft, and then down his balls, where Logan ends up identifying the uniquely salty taste as it leaks beneath his buttons. By the end of this, he might not even function properly depending on how long Patton plans on staying atop him.

Patton’s noises barely bleed through his fat thighs, meaning everything Logan hears is muffled and wet. He can hear Patton’s come churning in his balls, and he lets himself focus on that as Patton’s balls press down on him even harder.

“God, you’re leaking like a fountain,” Remus points out, as Patton's precome pours down over their shafts. Janus's hand moves quickly up and down their combined lengths, allowing Janus to stroke them with an intensity that leaves Remus excited and Patton teary eyed. "Are you going to come soon? Like the cute little whore you are?"

"Remus, please-" Patton gasps, and Janus is quick to snuggle closer to Remus.

"You're embarrassing the poor dear," Janus lightly scolds. "You know he's awfully shy. Spends too much time being pampered by Roman and Virgil, when you'd have much more fun being tortured by Remus and I. You know how much we'd love to overstimulate you... To torment you... To make you bleed...."

"Janus, wait-"

"Shh, Patton, it's okay to admit. Nobody's going to judge you."

Remus fucks his hips forward, and huskily interjects "I'm going to judge you. But I'll be hypocritical with it. After all, I'm practically a hypocrite."

"Not even 'practically,'" Janus mumbles. He kisses Remus's neck, and then bites, and then Remus bends forward to bite Patton in turn. The way Patton whines manages to get through to Logan's ears despite the fact he has none. All of his senses are flooded by Patton.

And then the TV flicks back on.

A loud commercial rings through the living room, startling Patton at his peak while pleasing Logan at his most overwhelmed - when all of his buttons are being pressed at once, and so many signals are being shot from his body and into the air, burdening the TV with the task of responding to each and every input. A task Logan can't even request of it, as he himself struggles to fully appreciate every little twinge of stimuli he receives while being smothered beneath Patton's fat body.

And Patton comes seconds later, semen spilling over Janus's hand as Patton's stroked through his climax.

His pleas for Janus to slow down go ignored as Janus speeds up out of spite, overworking Patton as his aching cock spurts streak after streak of come over Remus's front. Remus was right in saying he'll take the brunt of the blast, as he helps prevent most of Patton's orgasm from landing on the couch, though unfortunately he can't stop all the splatter from dressing the cushions.

"Good boy," Janus sings, at the same time Remus moans "what a slut!" confusing Patton's mind with a mixture of praise and degradation that leaves him whimpering.

And Patton is forced to keep going, as Janus keeps his hand wrapped around the two cocks as he works Remus to completion as well, which is when Patton finally falls back against the armrest and reveals the remote he was crushing below.

"No wonder the TV was acting up!" Remus says, as he swipes Logan's body from beneath Patton's balls. He twists it back towards the television, and then clicks it on, easily navigating them back to the movie marathon. Logan can see with blurry eyes that they’ve moved past the first movie, but he has no emotional investment in the acting before him. He only cares about how Patton quickly swipes the remote and stands up, pants still halfway down his thighs.

“Sorry,” Patton blurts, but doesn’t bother to explain what he’s apologizing for. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to… I will… Yes…”

His stammering would draw more suspicion if Remus wasn’t preoccupied turning his attention on Janus, who he’s been able to feel has been hard since he began stroking the other two together.

He provides a pleasant distraction, allowing Patton to scamper off with his phone barely clutched in one hand, and Logan’s plastic body held tightly in the other. He doesn’t even think to get decent until he’s in his room, where he collapses onto his bed with a look on his face Logan’s never seen before.

Logan lays back on the mattress, forced to stare upward as Patton leans overtop him.

“I’m so sorry,” Patton breathes, but he doesn’t sound all that sorry. “I knew I was on top of you, and I knew just where you were, and I didn’t stop, and… and…”

Patton’s phone thumps against the comforter beside Logan, and he can vaguely see the glow of the screen in his peripheral vision. Patton taps around it nervously, until he navigates to the profile section of the TF-U app. Logan can't see what he's doing, but if he could he’d witness Patton checking Logan's mood for his own peace of mind. What if he's uncomfortable with the fact Patton was sitting on him? And couldn't do anything about it?

But he's swiftly reassured - and perhaps a little flustered - when he glances at Logan's mood and sees it reads 'Orgasmic.'

"Orgasmic," Patton repeats, his voice soft. "Did you... like being underneath me?"

Logan can't answer, but the mood he displays is answer enough. The pressure was intense, but not unpleasant, and the smell of Patton's sweat is something he could get quickly used to. He'd nod if he could, though he might find himself embarrassed to admit such if he wasn't just an object.

And objects end up in precarious situations all the time!

"You wouldn't mind if I... kept going, would you?" Patton then sheepishly asks. "I know it's not what you're meant to be used for, and I don't think you'll need to be brought back down after... You can't affect the TV from all the way up here, I'm sure, and I can just say I put you back where I found you! And hope that one of the others knows where the remote was lost..."

It's not the most solid plan, but it's the best course of action he can come up with while currently hot and horny.

He shouldn't be aching to hump against a television remote, but something about the way Logan looks beneath him, and how he felt pinned previously beneath his balls is enticing. He wants to cling to Logan possessively, more than he wants to keep hold of normal remotes - which is already quite passionately!

His cock still hangs beneath his legs; he’s still soft, but he won’t be for long.

He finds it hard to look at Logan’s buttons, assuming those to be his eyes.

“You wouldn’t mind,” Patton starts again, mouth dry. “I know… I know… I uhm… I don’t know anything actually, but I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind. We all think you’re so pretty, Logan. As a human, and as a remote! You’re a very useful remote! But the way Remus talks about you sometimes is impossible to ignore. He… Well, I’m surprised you haven’t heard him spouting fantasy after fantasy… but he’s not the only culprit!”

Patton shifts forward, and Logan feels the tip of his thick cock brush against the bottom of Logan’s plastic body, nudging the numbers that sit unused and otherwise unloved.

“Roman’s very vocal about you, too. He’s not too careful to make sure you’re up in your room before he gets started, either. You must have heard him cooing about your beautiful eyes, or your… uhm… desirable frame…”

Logan has not heard such yearning, but he doesn’t doubt it’s occurred. Given everything else he’s heard about himself, and the way he’s been used thus far he’s starting to gather they like him a bit more inappropriately than they’ve otherwise let on. But every time such information has been shared to him - or naughty actions have been done to him - he’s been in no state of mind to really process these feelings. And right now is no different!

Who cares what the twins are saying about him when Patton’s hips are twitching pathetically forward, and smearing pre and leftover come over his body?

“There’s something about… you that just makes me want to hold you,” Patton then confesses, his face a deep red. “Not like… Not normally… Well yes, normally, but I enjoy hugging all of you guys. But you as a remote. Even though you look just like our normal one, it feels… different somehow.”

He laughs timidly, and then his chest falls forward. He’s now propped up by his elbows, as he buries his face in his hands and murmurs “that’s silly, isn’t it? I wish I was better with words… but I guess this is sort of a difficult situation to explain, ain’t it?”

Patton’s thighs shake as he lowers his hips down slowly, causing his shaft to begin to slide steadily over Logan’s front.

The tip of his cock slowly raises higher and higher, until the slit is pressing against the big circular “OK” surrounded by arrows. Patton unknowingly focuses on this place, as the hand that reaches down to grab his cock holds it steady right above this center pad, which Patton then guides his bellend against twice as if pressing kisses to the inanimate thing. He's not looking at Logan - just rubbing against him, but the fact he's so affectionate even when thinking with his cock is... quite adorable.

The lack of disturbance from downstairs convinces Patton that the remote is far enough away to not mess with the television, meaning he lets himself become more demanding when it comes to laying his body down against Logan's. He tries to be careful at first, but that doesn't last long; if Logan's delicate enough to splinter open beneath Patton's weight, then that's really a problem with the manufacturer.

“You feel so good,” Paton whispers, as he lays flat against Logan. His entire cock lays across Logan’s face, burying him properly under his genitals. The smell of sweat is thick and intense, and Patton’s perspiration sticks to his plastic form, dampening his body more and more by the second. “I know this isn’t how you’re meant to be used… but… I know you’d probably scold me. I know you’d probably say this isn’t how you should use remotes. But just this once… Let me… Just this once…”

Patton pushes his face into the pillows, with a whine that sounds vaguely like “god, please forgive me,” even though he grinds down hard against Logan’s body.

The texture of the buttons rubbing against his shaft seem like they should be uncomfortable, but really it's wonderful. The way they press down with every pass over, and the way they twist ever so slightly in the little space they're allotted. Logan's circuit board is utterly overwhelmed by the different inputs. He doesn't feel as connected to the TV as he did previously, but he still feels himself attempting to reach it. His signal does not travel that far, so his thoughts end up lost in the air, and his mind feels fuzzy like it's full of static.

And all he can taste is Patton's cock.

He hasn't seen most of the others naked (emphasis on most, as Remus's pierced length lingers in the forefront of his mind now that he's in a similar situation), but he assumes Patton is the biggest of all of them. He's the largest in every other regard, and from what he can feel currently pressing against him he likely takes the cake here, too.

It's heavy and intense, and Patton is heavy and intense, and all of this is crushing Logan between his fat cock and the comfy mattress.

It feels like he's huffing Patton's cock, mouthing at it, and the idea of Patton rubbing it over his face makes him feel horribly perverse. And it makes him mentally throb with need. He doesn't know if he'll be allowed to come, but he hopes there's some orgasmic end in sight for him, even if it'll only be achieved once he's been rendered useless by Patton's come flooding his internal circuitry.

He's never wished he could beep or click more than right now, as he's filled with the urge to somehow communicate his need for Patton to hump against him harder. He doesn't want to break necessarily, but he's been shattered before and it was amazing, so he can only assume that being split in two feels just as good as being digested or destroyed.

With every jerk of Patton's hips, Logan ends up shifted a bit beneath him, and so eventually Patton's hand descends in order to cradle Logan against his shaft.

"There we go," Patton shakily whispers, as Logan's buttons are smashed underneath his slick cock. "You feel so... so good..."

Logan believes him, because why wouldn't he? He's sure the friction he provides is wonderful, even if it's not how he's intended to be used. But he's grown more and more open to the idea of items being used outside of their intended purposes, especially as it's only benefitted him as of late. He's sort of glad they've started to be more affectionate with their items... it's gotten two cocks shoved against him, which is more cocks than Logan's ever serviced in his adult life!

And to be of service is something that's normal to Logan; he takes care of crafting a chore chart, he stays on top of appointments, he knows who will need constant reminders to go renew their registration and driver's licenses and who remembers when things expire, but would prefer company. He takes care of them in his own little way because he appreciates the cheap rent and the dinner rotation. And the fact they bought him food tonight, even though he wasn't planning to join them in watching their movies.

His power button is jostled as Patton's hips stutter against him, with a particularly loud moan rumbling out of Patton's throat. His noises are deep and growly - more dominating than Logan would have expected, though Patton just has a natural rasp that one wouldn't notice unless they'd heard him belt 90's rock music during a long car ride.

Still, a shiver courses through the remnants of Logan's glitchy mind, as the haze and confusion that comes from stimuli with no response floods his very circuit board, and overwhelms him greatly.

Patton's precome leaks relentlessly over him, covering the upper half of his front with juices. His power button, the setup button, the input button, and all of the useless letters that sit in their colour coded boxes just above the center arrows. Everything ends up wet, and Patton's cock moves faster along him, rutting over every little crevice and savoring the feeling of the buttons nuzzling against his cock.

"You're so good, Logan," Patton croons, sounding breathier by the minute. It startles Logan to hear his name be moaned; he's not often referred to outside of the noun that describes him - a controller, a popsicle, a mug - but ever sweet and tender, of course Patton wouldn't be able to just pretend Logan's a simple remote. And though Remus didn't really pretend either - unless he fucks his many mugs, in which case.... Logan wouldn't be surprised - he at least let the others toy with him. And they didn't know of his predicament whatsoever!

But Patton's possessiveness kept him from truly experiencing Remus's more disastrous behavior, Janus's cunning routine of hiding the remote and "saving the day" by finding it later (of course, netting himself dibs in the process), Virgil's antsy tapping along the backside as he struggles to find something to do with his hands, and Roman's egotistical antics that often devolved into him holding the remote far above his head solely to keep anyone else from reaching it.

No, he spent most of the evening in Patton's lap, and then tucked beneath his balls.

And despite the fact he does have a "tattoo" from Remus's aggressive carving, that lasted just a few minutes, and the pulsing feeling of the scratches in his plastic are nothing compared to the current weight crushing him hard into Patton's hand.

He would have expected to be shared around the most considering Patton's usual generosity, and instead he's currently up in Patton's room, so far separated from everyone that the only thing he can think of is Patton, Patton, Patton...

All Patton can think of is Logan, too, so he's in a similar boat!

Logan just feels so good snugly pressed against his most intimate bits, and Patton wants to keep him there forever. His phone is bright, but set aside so that Patton can monitor his mood, even though he's barely looking over at it. He doesn't know if it changes consistently, just that he'd most definitely know if Logan was uncomfortable - and he knows right now that that's not the case.

Logan's left teetering on the edge of an orgasm, but there doesn't seem to be an easy out in this case. He gets the feeling Patton won't crack him open, and he's not in range of the TV to have his power button hit again, and it's not like they'll need to change his batteries...

A cry ripples through mind as Patton's rutting speeds up, frotting against Logan like he's another cock or a pillow of some kind, instead of being the transformed, inanimate object he is!

Logan wants to come, and it's torture being repeatedly denied. He'd have burst already if he was capable - perhaps twice over at the rate he's been touched tonight! And he's able to barely piece together the fact Patton's close too based on the muffled moans that still fill the room, and the way his humping has grown progressively sloppy with each jerk. More and more pre drenches him, until he's fully coated in the sticky substance, giving him just a glimpse at what's waiting for him in the near future.

The immediate future, even.

Patton doesn't announce that he's coming because there's no one to tell - except for Logan, of course, but his orgasm should be obvious considering it hits Logan head-on!

Logan goes from tasting Patton's pre, to drowning in his come as it gushes over him. Spurt after spurt causes fluid to splatter over his plastic casing and buttons, where it easily drips into the crevices and fills Logan's innards with the salty substance. Far more semen than what's probably safe fills the space beneath Logan's shell, until he feels like he's gargling it. Like his head is full of it. Like it's mixed with his very soul.

Patton's final cry of pleasure is made into his soft pillows, and he rides out his climax the same way he's been enjoying himself - by humping Logan's face until he's too exhausted to keep going. Resulting in him collapsing atop Logan completely, and temporarily smothering him under his weight.

Panting into his pillow, Patton finds himself more focused on the uncomfortable feeling of his round glasses frames pressing into his flushed face than the feeling of Logan nestled underneath him, meaning that he doesn't remember Logan needs to be changed back until he catches a glimpse of his phone in the corner of his eye while trying to brush the sweaty hair from his forehead. And he reaches for it without thinking, pulling his screen close as he reverses the transformation to be kind, only to squeal when he remembers where exactly Logan's positioned right now.

He feels Logan grow under his thighs, face pushed up against his cock, and he rolls over with embarrassment when he feels Logan's weak hands push against his legs.

Logan gasps as Patton's slick cock slides off his equally messy face, allowing him to take in a few breaths of fresh air. His panting is loud and pathetic, and he cries when Patton's warm hands gently cradle his body.

"Please," he sobs, as Patton looks down at him with growing concern. Patton brushes the sweat-slicked hair from Logan's eyes.

"What do you need, Logan?"

Logan can't enunciate anything else, his voice too shaky and his body too exhausted to even think of speaking further... but he looks down at his crotch which is painfully erect. He'd had no way to come, and he needs to right now.

Patton follows his gaze, and his red face turns an even darker shade of crimson. Logan can't see Patton's expression all too well without his glasses, but Patton's wide eyes are unmistakable.

"Oh..." Patton breathes, gulping loudly. "Oh, Logan... Do you... Would it... Is it inappropriate to offer to help? I don't want to do anything with your permission, but you must be so needy! You poor, poor thing...."

Logan whines, and then turns his head to the side, barely biting back a sob. He tries to plead again, but nothing comes out of him but soft little cries that he didn't even think he was capable of making. He sounds so pitiful, and to some extent he's humiliated by the vulnerability he's expressing, but Patton pets over his stomach so gently that Logan finds himself subdued into just weak little whimpers.

"Is that a yes, Logan?" Patton whispers. His hand slowly creeps downwards, his fingers teasing the base of Logan's shaft. "Can you at least nod your head for me?"

Though it's difficult given his current state of being, Logan fights to lower his chin, which counts as a meager nod and thus as explicit permission. Patton smiles at him, and coos some words that are spoken too softly for him to make out. But his affection is comforting, even though each stroke down his stomach has goosebumps rippling over his sensitive skin.

Then finally, Patton's fingers carefully curl around his cock.

Logan's hips jerk immediately, and another sob is torn from his throat as his hands shoot forward to grab Patton's wrists. It feels amazing and like it's too much all at once, which is why he's incredibly relieved at the intensely fast orgasm he has after just one stroke from Patton's palm.

He hears Patton take in a sharp breath as Logan's back arches off the bed, moaning far louder than what's appropriate as his come drenches Patton's fist. Tears leak down his face as Patton tries to do the considerate thing and stroke him through his orgasm, unknowingly overstimulating Logan greatly due to the enhanced sensitivity of his cock after a solid hour (or two, depending on how long he's been transformed) of relentless teasing. His nails dig into Patton's wrists until Patton comes to a halt, where he then watches Patton's messy hand recede as he searches for a piece of dirty laundry to wipe them clean with.

He struggles to regulate his breathing as Patton slides off the bed and grabs a discarded shirt, though can tell Patton's biting something back when he begins to carefully clean Logan off.

"We... uh... still don't have a remote," Patton murmurs, surprising Logan with his priorities. When Patton notices Logan's eyebrows have shot up in surprise, he rushes to clarify "I'm not saying you have to turn back! I can see you... You're.... You're really in no position to keep going. I'm sure you're so tired... I was just saying..."

"It's... It's... in Remus's room..."

Patton's face brightens, and then he raises an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"Janus... mentioned..."

There's a knock at Patton's door that startles them both, with Patton nearly jumping out of his clothes as Roman's voice calls through the door "we've got your food, papi! Are you okay? Virgil said you've been up here for a bit."

Patton chokes on his spit as he rushes to respond "I'm perfectly fine! Just... changing into something more comfy!"

Roman taps against the door rhythmically before eventually saying "okay... just come down as soon as possible. You don't want your food to get cold, or your drink to get warm!"

He presumably walks away after that, leaving Logan and Patton both filled with a surge of instinctive anxiety and embarrassment, though Patton quickly settles as he turns back to Logan to affirm "it's in Remus's room... are you sure?"

"Positive."

Patton scratches through Logan's hair, and then tries to make himself look presentable before slipping out of the room, leaving Logan alone in his big, comfortable bed. He's honestly so exhausted that he could probably fall asleep without even trying, but it'd be inappropriate to pass out in someone else's bedroom, and frankly Logan's kind of hungry. He knows they talked about getting him noodles, and he'd love to gorge himself on them before sleeping straight through the night.

So, he tries to sit up, but it's really a struggle.

Blood rushes to his head as he gets upright, making him feel dizzy and unsteady. And he gasps when his bare feet hit the carpeted ground, shivering at the texture of it beneath his toes. He's trembling on his legs, and he has to hold to the side of Patton's bed in order to keep himself from toppling over, but at least he's getting somewhere!

When he glances at the divot on the bed from where he was previously sitting, he notices two batteries laying dejectedly on the comforter. He can't help but be a bit amused at their presence, as it makes sense they'd remain even after he reverted. They weren't part of him; they were just accessories. And admittedly, he's thankfully they didn't remain inside of him after turning back - he can only imagine the discomfort he'd feel while attempting to dig two small cylinders out of his ass.

Though he's so focused on standing that he forgets Patton was likely going to return to the room, meaning he's so spooked by his sudden entrance that he falls over, landing hard on his stomach as Patton rushes to his side.

"Logan!" Patton croons, scooping his roommate up in his arms. "Are you okay? Did I scare you? I should have knocked..."

"It's okay, Patton," Logan murmurs, his voice raspy. He needs water. "I'm just... I'm just trying to get back to my room."

Patton gives him a sad smile. "You don't think you're going to join us for dinner?"

"I need to get dressed, Patton."

Laughing, Patton tucks his pink face into his shoulder as he replies "oh yeah, that's probably a good idea," and then lays Logan down on the bed so that he can bundle him in a blanket instead. Nobody was upstairs in the hallway when he ran to Remus's room - where he did thankfully find the remote buried in a pile of clothes that Patton had less than fun digging through - but just in case someone came up for one reason or another they wouldn't question Logan's nudity.

Logan's then given the important task of holding onto the remote as Patton carries him to his bedroom, where he's set on the edge of the bed and his glasses grabbed so Logan may get ready at his own pace.

"We'll all be downstairs, whenever you're ready to join us," Patton softly reminds him, as Logan pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “I’ll tell the others you decided to come watch a movie or two… if that’s alright.”

“That’s fine.”

“And I’ll get you some water. I’m sure you need water.”

Logan musters a half smile despite his low energy. “Thank you, Patton. Don’t wait up; it might be a bit before I’m able to… compose myself.”

“If you need any help at all…” Patton sheepishly rubs his hands together, his fingers rubbing over his knuckles in an attempt to self soothe amidst his growing fluster. “I’m no stranger to helping people get dressed after… some exhausting activities, if you know what I mean.”

“I think I’ve got it.”

Patton lingers in the space, like he’s hoping Logan will change his mind, but Logan just looks down at his discarded clothes until Patton gets the hint and backs out of the room.

"If you need anything else," he quietly offers from the doorway, "don't be afraid to ask. You know I'll help you wherever, whenever."

"I know, Patton."

He doesn't return Patton's smile as Patton finally leaves him be, though he does take a few seconds to enjoy the warmth it brings him.

It takes him about ten minutes of just sitting there breathing before he feels okay enough to try standing again, where he still finds himself a bit off balance, but not terribly so. He can deal with a bit of clumsiness, especially since he'll only need to walk to the couch. One flight of stairs isn't perilous enough to keep him from dinner, and so he pulls on a loose pair of pajamas as quickly as he's able to before clinging tight to the railing as he makes his way downstairs.

Janus notices him first, as he nearly runs into Logan on his way out of the kitchen. He looks surprised to see him.

"Oh, Logan," Janus starts, glancing over his shoulder. "I just put your food in the fridge."

"Didn't Patton mention I'd be coming downstairs?"

Janus rolls his eyes. "He did. Ten minutes ago. I'd gotten the impression you fell asleep at your desk or something."

"I was just finishing up some work," Logan lies through his teeth. His noticeable fatigue helps sell the explanation, and so Janus guides him back into the kitchen where his chow mein ends up dumped on a plate and reheated in the microwave. It's served up with a packet of soy sauce that Logan rips into as soon as he sits down on the couch - between Roman and Virgil, who have made space for him amidst their polycule.

Not that he's supposed to know it's a polycule, and so he doesn't feel too bad about breaking the two of them up.

"Glad you could join us," Virgil whispers, appearing casual despite his obvious excitement. "You missed the best movies in the series, though; the one we're watching now is... ridiculous."

Having overheard him, Roman chimes in "they lost the plot after the second movie, and I'll stand by that. Some franchises just don't need to be franchises!"

Patton's sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, allowing Janus to rest against the opposing arm of the couch. His kind gesture is both that - a kind gesture - but also a strategic way for him to eat his food as messily as he pleases without having to worry about any complaints about getting stains on the couch cushions. Remus has taken over the recliner, and though it initially looks like he has a plate of food on his lap, Logan quickly realizes he's actually just scarfing down fortune cookies - plastic wrapping and all.

"Hope you didn't want a cookie," Roman snorts, as he stares judgementally towards his twin. "He's not even reading the fortunes."

"If I swallow them down, they're sure to come true," Remus jests, as he pops another wrapped cookie into his mouth. His shaved teeth make easy work of the plastic, shredding it open on his fangs until he can crunch the sweet treat beneath. The taste of paper and plastic doesn't bother him, but it bothers everyone else when they watch him ingest it, which is why Virgil is trying his hardest to avoid looking at him so he doesn't have to torture himself by thinking of all the ways this could kill their roommate.

Logan ignores Remus's behavior in order to drench his noodles in soy sauce, where he then immediately spins some onto his fork and begins eating. What little conversation they make becomes background noise to Logan as he focuses on eating. And he eats fast, shoveling the Chinese food into his mouth by the forkful, until his plate is clean and his stomach is full. Patton generously sets the flatware on the table to get it out of Logan’s way, and then looks back at Logan with an expression that gauges what Logan’s next step is.

Will he decide to stay downstairs with them, and finish the movie marathon? Or will he attempt to retire to his bedroom?

Logan personally would prefer the latter - he didn't mean to interrupt their movie night with his presence. Just because they bought him dinner doesn't mean they want him to stay, and even though he knows they usually invite him to these things, he still thinks it'd be most preferable if he went back up to his room, and laid down for bed.

But actually doing that seems like too much work. Getting down here was hard enough; ascending would be a completely different beast!

So he tries not to make his exhaustion too noticeable as he lays back against the cushions. And Virgil pretends like he's subtle as he carefully wraps an arm around Logan's waist, and pulls him slightly to the side. And Janus pretends like he's selfishly using Logan's body warmth for his own benefit when he flops over and cuddles close to him, trapping Logan between two snug bodies.

Their affection lulls him to sleep in mere minutes, as he lets his body rest instead of pushing himself to go anywhere else. He's sure one of them will make sure he ends up in his room tonight - they've already proven they're more than willing to carry him around if it comes down to it. But he's comfortable now, and his body aches, and they clearly don't want him to get up, so there he lays for the rest of the marathon.

Being snuggled on either side, and checked up on frequently by everyone.

Safe in their arms, and under their watch.

And oblivious to the way they caress him while they know he won't be awake to question the yearning in their touches.

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