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I love, love, love your bloodvine series. The whole thing is unbearably hot, but especially Logan’s bizarre relationship with Rorke. The scenes they have together so far are somehow more titillating than if they were straight up having sex. If you plan to write any more, will we see more of the Corps? I’d love to learn more about the militarism behind bloodvine (and how it behaves as an enforcer of the cult’s ideals)!
i'm giggling and kicking my feet at this ask. you get it!!
first of all, i'm so glad you're enjoying the setting. rorke and logan are some of my favorite barbies to put into situations™ and i'm sure it's apparent in the fic – that psychosexual attachment tag is there for a reason! and trust; it will continue to have solidified into something they both can't ignore (or go without) by the time hesh returns.
as for the corps, there will definitely be more! i was previously very limited by logan's social access around bloodvine (even though he's a walker). logan was able to give a glimpse into the operations of bloodvine by virtue of belonging to elias and being a new adult, but the corps was never in his future, even before he became an adult. women aren't able to join.
by contrast, hesh has been trained for the corps for pretty much his whole life, which is part of why elias allowed hesh to leave bloodvine for military service. otherwise he'd be at a disadvantage from the rest of the corps, who all have that experience.
when hesh returns (which will ultimately be about 3-4 years after the end of part one), he'll be immediately put on a training regimen for the corps so he can integrate. this means that we'll get more of that adult male social sphere (including but not exclusive to the corps) that logan could identify but never truly join, as well as see hesh navigating his own shift in hierarchy since he left. (like...he's kind of lower than logan now, at least until he secures a spot in the corps. which is it's own kind of mind fuck for the man.) when you include that, by the time hesh returns, logan is more than settled in his community position and in his marriage with elias, including the power and influence that gives him, hesh is in for a wild ride.
AAAAA This is so exciting!! Also, forgive me for the extra question, but when Logan caught those two members of the Corps together, was that consensual? Asking because the mention of the two guns stacked and the knife in the ground seemed intentional.
part of me wants to pull the classic english teacher, wrap my open front long cardigan tighter around myself and ask what do you think to get your thoughts on it! but i digress with one clarification; it was not members of the corps, but regular men within bloodvine that logan saw (the corps, in a behind-the-scenes way, is meant to preserve the ghosts task force within the narrative).
now! to answer your question, i think that it was probably some dubcon, all things considered. frisky, pushing boundaries, gay chicken kind of energy on behalf of dallas' mystery partner, while dallas kinda had planned for it. they were on patrol when this happened but then again who hasn't gotten frisky on the clock in that chapter lmao
I love, love, love your bloodvine series. The whole thing is unbearably hot, but especially Logan’s bizarre relationship with Rorke. The scenes they have together so far are somehow more titillating than if they were straight up having sex. If you plan to write any more, will we see more of the Corps? I’d love to learn more about the militarism behind bloodvine (and how it behaves as an enforcer of the cult’s ideals)!
i'm giggling and kicking my feet at this ask. you get it!!
first of all, i'm so glad you're enjoying the setting. rorke and logan are some of my favorite barbies to put into situations™ and i'm sure it's apparent in the fic – that psychosexual attachment tag is there for a reason! and trust; it will continue to have solidified into something they both can't ignore (or go without) by the time hesh returns.
as for the corps, there will definitely be more! i was previously very limited by logan's social access around bloodvine (even though he's a walker). logan was able to give a glimpse into the operations of bloodvine by virtue of belonging to elias and being a new adult, but the corps was never in his future, even before he became an adult. women aren't able to join.
by contrast, hesh has been trained for the corps for pretty much his whole life, which is part of why elias allowed hesh to leave bloodvine for military service. otherwise he'd be at a disadvantage from the rest of the corps, who all have that experience.
when hesh returns (which will ultimately be about 3-4 years after the end of part one), he'll be immediately put on a training regimen for the corps so he can integrate. this means that we'll get more of that adult male social sphere (including but not exclusive to the corps) that logan could identify but never truly join, as well as see hesh navigating his own shift in hierarchy since he left. (like...he's kind of lower than logan now, at least until he secures a spot in the corps. which is it's own kind of mind fuck for the man.) when you include that, by the time hesh returns, logan is more than settled in his community position and in his marriage with elias, including the power and influence that gives him, hesh is in for a wild ride.
✷ elias “scarecrow” walker/logan walker
✷ cult au, dadson, trans logan, feminization, logan is 16 but considered an adult, minor character death, marriage proposal, sex-by-proxy with gabriel rorke
fic linked in title & below the cut
chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four (here)
Elias brings a newfound intentionality to their time together that makes Logan so happy he could cry. He does cry, a few times — when Elias puts his head in Logan's lap and rests there, when Elias comes up behind Logan in bed and splays his hand possessively over his stomach, when Elias kisses his neck and teasingly calls him his "little wife" — but all of them are happy tears.
Weeks bleed into months. Though Lucy doesn't seem to be going anywhere — Logan sees her at the schoolhouse quite often, speaking to Sadie and Alice and trying to spark conversation with him, which he rebuffs — her dependence on Elias seems to be lessening. As Bloodvine grows darker earlier and earlier, Elias resumes personally escorting Logan around town. He's home when Logan needs him to be, and their hunger for each other only seems to get stronger when the sun sets.
Logan has yet to take Elias' cock into his mouth or pussy, but he has finally been able to take him into his hand. The weight of his father in his palm makes Logan wet every time, his breath hitching as he traces the veins and flexing flesh with delicate fingertips. This is the cock that made him and Hesh, and he's finally, finally earned the right to pleasure it. He gets goosebumps every time.
His favorite thing to do, when they're both naked in bed together, is to straddle Elias, his dripping pussy slipping against the curves of Elias' balls. All the while he strokes Elias' leaking cock, pressing it against his stomach and rocking his hips, using his soft lower tummy to coax Elias along. He works himself up every time, fantasizing about being in this position with Elias buried inside him.
When he gets them both so wet he begins to slip, the fantasy takes him to that early fall day when he saw Gabriel and Sadie behind their house. He imagines Elias fucking him like how Gabriel had fucked Sadie, imagines his balls slapping against his aching pearl when he comes, imagines Elias-Gabriel's hand knotted in his hair and Gabriel-Elias' other hand slapping his ass until he wets himself.
He never lasts long when he gets to be in this position.
As he falters, Elias will always flip them, and give Logan a taste of what he's missing. He presses Logan's legs together, his ankles over Elias' shoulder, and fucks his cock between his wet thighs. Logan is loud, louder than he's been throughout their months of hungry kisses and Elias' expert fingers. This brutal taking of his thighs, the teasing slap against his pussy, is enough to have Logan ruining the laundry for himself night after night after night.
It's even better when Elias comes with a growl, painting Logan's stomach and chest with his pearlescent spend. Hungry for the essence that made him, the thing that bonds Elias and Logan and Hesh all together, Logan swipes it up with trembling fingers and licks it clean.
Elias watches with approval and desire. If Logan plays his cards right — and he has, if they're at this point — Elias will take his thighs like this again.
The second time, he runs his mouth. He tells Logan things that would make Logan blush in any other context, but here, it just makes him arch his back and moan. He tells him about fucking the woman who birthed him and Hesh, about how Logan's thighs are just as good as her pussy and he can't wait to see what Logan's drippy cunt can give to him, about how Logan would look so good making a child of their own. It's all Logan can do to grip the sheets and ride out Elias' vivid pictures and slick thrusts, wishing more than anything for him to "accidentally" slip his cock too low and enter him in one claiming motion.
It never happens, but a girl can dream.
When they finish, and Logan has licked himself clean from his father's spend, they take a bath together. Elias cleans Logan as he did when he was a kid, washes his curls and tells him how beautiful he is. Then they change the sheets and Elias takes Logan into his arms and gives him the comfort to rest.
Sometimes, Logan wakes in the middle of the night without Elias, but he trusts he's in the security room, and that he'll be back.
He's always proven right, but as Elias slips his night-chilled body back beneath the covers, Logan can't stop his heart from bucking happily.
He is who Elias returns to. He knows his man as a woman should.
This little blinding truth always sends Logan to sleep on cloud nine.
…
Bloodvine was cold, cold enough that he could see his breath in the afternoon light as he picked his way through the trees. His mind was filled with thoughts of Gabriel, Sadie, and Lucy, trying to figure out how they had become such a tight group. Sure, Sadie was practically glowing now — her first pregnancy was being wonderful to her — but that alone did not mean she had to embrace the newcomer as thoroughly as she had.
It seemed that nearly every night Lucy was at the Rorke's home, and she would pass through the Walker property back on her way to the village square on the nights she returned. Sometimes she would even sleep over, a fact that made Logan's stomach twist with something that was decidedly not jealousy.
But still, he wondered how bold Gabriel would be in front of someone not yet integrated into Bloodvine, how much he would share. Bloodvine was in Logan's blood; it was barely in the treads on Lucy's shoes.
The trees thinned this close to what Logan and Hesh had always deemed "their spot." Where the trees split offered a good view of the pylon, humming with electricity Bloodvine had long ago tapped into. To the other side was a dark patch of forest, filled with moss and little creatures who thrived in the damp. It was the closest Logan and Hesh had ever gotten to the sea as kids.
Logan wonders if Hesh has seen the sea yet.
He hopes he has.
Exhausted from the trek, Logan sits down at the base of the broad pine whose roots clung to the hillside in ways that made comfortable steps and miniature waterfalls when the rains came. Above his head, scarred into the tree, was a simple "H & L" with a feathered arrow beneath it.
Logan's eyes welled with tears a little bit as he looked at it, how long it had been since they carved it. Six years ago, at this point, right when Logan had turned 10. Both of them being double digits had seemed so important back then; like Logan had finally caught up to where Hesh had already been for three years.
He takes his knife from his belt and begins to carve into it, with a steadier hand than a 12-year-old Hesh had had, though his marks aren't as deep. He refreshes the letters and arrow, and adds a heart around it. Hesh had never left his heart, and he never would.
Logan deliberately draws the heart smaller than the arrow, so the arrow looks as if it's pierced the heart. Something of a bloody symbol of love, from what Logan could derive from the radio and a few commercials that aired around February.
It's accurate to how he feels, he thinks. And proof of how much he loves his brother.
He drops the knife back to his side, settling it in his pooled skirts, and takes a deep breath. He misses Hesh more than he can articulate; his second winter without him is about to begin, and Logan can't help but feel the chill already.
But from what Elias had shared with him a few nights ago, Hesh was doing well in all assessment, and was becoming something of a leader. Logan knew nothing else, save that he was excited for his brother and saddened that he hadn't gotten to speak to him. After a while, he concluded it was probably for the best; he would have tearfully begged him to return home, and how is that fair?
Elias seemed to agree, but he held Logan all through the night, which helped soothe the ache.
Logan wraps his arms around himself as he sits beneath his and Hesh's tree. Elias had left earlier that morning and hadn't said where he was going, just that he would be missing lunch but should be back for dinner. Since Elias would be missing lunch, and it was still sunny outside, Logan took himself on a little walk. His feet led him here, and now he takes out his little sandwich and begins to eat. When he finishes, he leans against the base of the tree, looking out to the pylon with heavy lidded eyes.
It hums and lies in wait. For what, Logan doesn't know. But as his skin prickles and the wind whispers through his hair, he finds himself thinking that a small nap wouldn't be such a bad idea.
…
Logan wakes to a woman's yell. With his heart in his throat and adrenaline rushing through his veins, he scrambles to his feet, gripping the hunting knife Elias insisted he know how to use.
(He can also use a shotgun but he can't carry one, so there's limited use for that.)
The echoes of the yell come from back towards the Walker manor, in a vague sort of direction. Logan isn't sure if he's walking into the middle of something by going towards the manor or if he'd be able to avoid it. Elias' well-ingrained message to get to the house whenever anything is happening is bluntly at odds with his other well-ingrained message to never run towards a commotion if he has a choice.
He swallows and checks the sky. It's dark enough that if the Feds were here, they'd have to use lights, and quiet enough that Logan trusts he'd be able to hear them. He hasn't ever heard of Bloodvine being raided, but he's heard the stories of Elias — and the rest of the Corps — enacting raids in past lives. It's a loud and messy affair.
This is…quiet.
In fact, it's very quiet. Logan wonders if he even heard what he thought he did, or if that shout came from somewhere in his mind. Perhaps it wasn't a shout at all, but a snap of something on the pylon, a distant cry from metallic angels too complex for Logan to understand. Perhaps it was a dream, trying to warn him against staying out after sundown again. Perhaps it was a creature, caught in one of Gabriel's traps.
Whatever it was, he no longer hears it. He needs to get back home and stop wasting time on hidden noises.
He stands and brushes the dirt off himself in the blue light. With a farewell brush of his fingers against the refreshed carving in the tree, he carefully makes his way back home.
Before he makes it back to the main path that leads to the manor, when he's still somewhat within the trees, he hears the heavy thump of something hitting the ground, followed by a calm, "Logan?" from off to his left. He would have never noticed if Elias hadn't called his name then.
Logan turns and finds his father looking at him. His father's hunting pack sits on the ground between them, Elias in the middle of wiping his knife off on his shirt sleeve. Elias strides closer to Logan, face a steady neutral, yet a bit surprised.
"What are you doing here?"
Logan swallows. I was at my and Hesh's spot. I was coming back home now.
Elias regards Logan carefully, but does not touch him. Logan can smell why; his hands are covered in fresh blood.
"Give me a minute; I'll walk you home."
Logan nods, and reaches into his little bag for a small strip of extra cloth and a canteen of fresh water. Surely after a hunt, Elias would like to clean himself up.
He looks up, about to offer the materials to Elias, when he sees his father kneeling over something behind a tree, both hands working on something. Slowly, soundlessly, as he'd been trained, Logan makes his way around the tree. He tells himself it's to make sure Elias is safe, but he is curious.
It's Lucy. Her throat's been cut, the blood pouring in thick gurgles over her chest and shoulder. Her long curtain of dark hair is sticky with it. From her stomach, more blood pours, and that's where Elias is digging, fishing out the expended bullet and purposefully distorting the wound.
Logan pales. He's heard of such disappearances but never seen them in process before. What had she done to deserve this?
Elias looks up and sees him there. He sighs, dropping his head, before withdrawing his fingers, the kernel of the bullet clenched between bloodied pliers.
"I told you to give me a minute."
Dad, what is this?
Elias is silent for a moment before he turns to Logan, his gaze all softness. He's pleading with him, and Logan feels something warm tentatively unfurling in his chest.
"It was supposed to be a surprise, Lo. I knew from the moment she sought us out that she would be trouble, and, more importantly, I knew you didn't like her."
As he speaks, he cleans himself and the space, moving through the motions of what it is to make someone disappear from Bloodvine. It's all Logan can do to focus on his words, so he closes his eyes to properly listen.
"She took up too much of my time. She asked too many questions, and just when we all thought she was starting to fit in, she almost hurt Sadie." A low chuckle. "I can't tell you what Rorke threatened to do to her, after letting her into their house. But then, I thought, he's right. That is how you stand up for your woman; you protect her and if you fail at that, you exact retribution on her behalf. Sadie wasn't actually hurt, not physically at least. But you? You had been suffering since Lucy had arrived."
Elias steps closer now, his voice softer but warm. "Lucy made you late for curfew on her first day here. Lucy took my attention from you. Lucy interrupted your schoolhouse routine. Lucy made you cry. And I did nothing about it. I was a fool, Logan. You deserve a man who won't hesitate to bend the realities of the world to make you happy. One who would never have let an outsider try to come between us like this. One who you wouldn't have to beg for a proposal from; a proper proposal."
There's the sound of Elias shifting, and his next words come from below Logan's ears rather than above. Confused, Logan peeks down, only to have his eyes widen at the scene before him.
Elias kneels on one knee, a shimmering ring with a clear gem within the center, wrapped in a gold band. It's propped up in a wooden ring box, clearly hand made for this occasion, balanced on his knee. His bloodstained but now clean hands gently take Logan's left hand into both of his. Logan's right hand covers his lips, and he looks down at Elias in shock.
"I want to - no. I will be that man for you. I am that man for you. I just needed to show it. So Logan, sweetheart, love of my life; would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Logan is nearly swooning with relief. Elias did all of this, for him. He couldn't ask for a better man.
Tears well in his eyes and he nods, enthusiastically, beaming widely behind his fingers. Elias smiles too, clearly relieved, although what he has to be relieved about, Logan doesn't know. He would never say no to Elias.
He slides the ring onto Logan's finger and it's a perfect fit. Logan bounces on the balls of his feet before leaning down and kissing Elias with nothing short of incandescent glee.
"I love you, Daddy," he whispers against his mouth. Elias wraps him into a hug and pulls him up into his arms as he stands, lifting Logan off the ground.
"I love you too, Lo. Can't wait to make you mine."
Logan giggles at that, and pulls back to look at Elias. "Always was."
Elias kisses him again with a heat that makes Logan wet, before he sets him down. He quickly grabs his stuff and sends a message on his phone, before offering an arm to Logan.
"Come; let's go home, fiancée."
Logan giggles again and happily follows Elias into the darkened path that leads to the Walker manor, leaving Lucy, and all thoughts of her, behind for the wilds to take.
…
They marry in the winter. Logan can't wait for a spring wedding, and Elias can't say no to his excitable energy. Logan becomes the talk of the village, with women stopping in to give their small gifts and advice for married life. He feels more welcomed in Bloodvine's women than he ever did before. Their smiles and conspiratorial messages make him feel light on his feet and in his heart.
He's never felt so beautiful as when Sadie and Alice help him apply hair oil to really make his curls shine, and give him strawberries and pineapple fresh from a goods trip to Seaport, expressly for the bride-to-be. He eats them as Sadie and Alice ensure his skin is moisturized, smelling like roses and baby powder, from the lotions they use.
Merrick officiates the ceremony, as typically that role falls to Elias, while Gabriel will walk Logan down the aisle. It makes Logan feel all sorts of butterflies in his stomach that it will be Gabriel who "permits" the bond between Logan and Elias. He's sure Gabriel isn't thinking of it like that at all, but for a brief moment, in front of the entire village, Logan will be the one on Gabriel's arm.
He has to stop himself from chewing on his lips, lest he disturb the balm applied there, keeping them soft and kissable.
For the ceremony, he wears a white floor length dress with the wedding veil that, Elias tells him, belonged to Logan's mother. His dress is simple, but pushes his breasts up in a way that has all the men staring as he walks down the aisle on Gabriel's arm.
(They fit well together, Logan thinks. Even Sadie has a tear in her eye, her other hand resting on her round belly.)
Logan kneels before Merrick, across from Elias. His heart is racing, his pulse visible in the hollow of his throat, and he thinks he might pass out. But then Elias reaches out and touches his hand, and that one reassuring touch is enough to have him steel himself for this process.
They take the vows, they do the handfasting, and they kiss before the entire village. The resulting claps and cheers follow Logan all the way through the reception, which is mostly for the village, while the married couple escape back to their household to consummate their marriage.
Logan can't help but think it's an awful lot like his birthday earlier this year. Only this time, he knows what that look in his father's eyes means, as Elias carries him across the threshold.
They collapse into each other, kissing hungrily in the foyer, Elias all but tearing at Logan's dress to make him bare, Logan scrambling at Elias' black collared shirt for purchase. He doesn't want to tear the buttons but with the suspenders Elias is wearing, he just might have to if he wants bare skin with minimum effort.
Somehow, they get their wedding knot placed on the side table by the front door, before they stumble their way up the stairs, unable to take their hands off each other.
Elias murmurs sweet things to Logan as he picks him up and drops him onto the bed, finally setting upon him and unlacing the bodice of his dress. He shucks the creamy white layers, leaving Logan bare before him, pussy glistening with need.
Logan reaches up to undo Elias' shirt, but Elias pins his hands down to the mattress instead, leaning down to claim his mouth in a kiss. He moves further south, kissing and nipping over his jaw and throat, before he takes one of his nipples into his mouth. Logan cries out; it's a new sensation, one that goes right to his pussy. Each pull and swirl of Elias' tongue against his sensitive flesh has Logan panting, and when Elias pulls off, Logan's face and chest are flushed.
"D-Daddy," he manages, just for Elias to take the other one into his mouth. He sucks, nursing on his son's body. Logan wishes he had milk to give him, the sweetest offering his body could provide.
Hands slip down Logan's ribs to his hips, gripping there and forcing his hips up a bit. Elias moves down and effortlessly holds Logan against his mouth as he tastes him, eating him out. Logan props his legs over Elias' shoulders, trying to get closer, his body trembling and jerking as Elias plays rough and quick with his body. He forces him to an orgasm the quickest he's ever done, and then pulls back, setting Logan back down on the sheets.
He struggles to sit up, watching as Elias roughly undresses himself, baring his scarred, tattooed, and muscular form to him. Silver hair dusts his chest and creates a thick happy trail that leads to a thicker, dripping cock. The whole visual has Logan salivating.
Elias gives him a crooked grin when he catches him staring.
"Like what you see?"
"Always," Logan whispers, squirming back on the bed to give Elias space to join him. His father climbs onto him with a deep kiss, his cock sliding along Logan's stomach. His whole body is a live wire, everywhere Elias touches him feels like it could spark a flame.
"Ready to be my wife, sweetheart?" Elias whispers when they part.
Logan feels a moment of uncertainty. Had he made it seem like he wasn't ready? Did Elias have any doubts?
"Lo," comes the soft reprimand. "Talk to me. Are you ready?"
Logan clings tighter to Elias and nods. He's ready, he's more than ready. He was made for this, in the most literal of senses.
"Words, sweetheart."
"Yes, Daddy."
A kiss. "Good girl."
Logan moves easily Elias adjusts them so Logan's head and hips are supported by some pillows. He gasps as Elias slips his tip between his folds, rubbing there to collect his wetness. He's so big; Logan doesn't know if he can take him. He doesn't want to disappoint though, so he spreads his legs farther and tips his hips up, remembering what Alice said about using angles to make a man easier to take.
Elias rubs his tip through Logan's wetness, pausing every so often to stroke himself, spreading the wetness around. After a few moments of this, he lines up, his tip already spreading Logan's lips.
"Take a deep breath, baby girl."
The order makes Logan fully relax. His father knows what to do; after all, he's made two children before. Surely he knows what to do.
He takes a deep breath in, and when he exhales, he feels a pressure and stretch, a slight burn, and then an all consuming fullness. Logan grips the sheets, but forces himself to relax, pushing down to make it easier to take. Elias kisses his forehead, then his nose, then his lips, murmuring praise between each one. One hand grips his hip while he slowly fills Logan, then begins to withdraw.
Logan sighs softly as Elias pulls out, and gives a small, hoarse moan as Elias pushes back in. His father does it, again and again, gradually picking up the pace and making Logan's bruised breasts sway with each thrust. Tears well in Logan's eyes from overwhelming joy as he realizes that he's doing it. He's Elias' wife and he's taking him into his most sacred place.
He squeezes down in excitement, and Elias curses in a low, growling tone.
"Trying to go slow, baby. But you don't want that, do you?" he murmurs. He settles one hand on Logan's lower stomach and curses again, his thumb finding Logan's pearl and rubbing soft circles around it.
"Can feel myself fucking you, Lo. You like that? Like Daddy deep inside?"
Logan nods, unable to speak beyond the moans as pleasure builds. He's going to come on his father's cock but he needs Elias to come first. Shakily, he brings his hand down to where Elias and he are joined, moving down to briefly cup Elias' balls.
Please, he mouths, and he hears and feels it when Elias next snaps his hips and buries himself fully inside him. His fingers rub in inexperienced circles along the seam and sac, wanting to coax him to fill him. It seems to be working as Elias switches to grinding against Logan, his cock hardly leaving his warm channel. Logan's own orgasm draws closer, and he can't help it; he comes with a loud moan, squeezing tight around Elias' cock in quick rhythms, milking him for all he has.
The next thing he feels is something warm and wet spilling into him, deep inside. Elias growls in his ear as he presses flush against him, fucking desperately into Logan with jerky, uneven thrusts as he fills him. Logan wraps his legs around Elias' hips, sobs of pleasure escaping satin soft lips.
He's done it. He's taken his husband's spend; together they have been made one.
"Fuck, baby - you were so good for me, so good. Such a good wife."
Logan's drunk on the praise, and he looks up at his father with wide, dark, pleasure-filled eyes. He watches the erotic bliss on his father's face as he purposefully squeezes down around him, as tight as he can. He swears he can feel Elias twitch inside him. When he can't hold it any longer, he relaxes his muscles, but does it a few more times, trying to mimic how his orgasm must've felt on Elias' length.
"Yeah, sweetheart? Showing off what that pussy can do?" his father pants, rocking his hips as his body recovers.
Logan nods, a bit of a mischievous smile coming over his face.
"Again, Daddy?"
Elias growls, kisses Logan harshly. His lips feel swollen in the best way.
"Is that what you want, my wife?"
A thrill goes up Logan's spine, and he nods.
"Yes, my husband. Take your wife again."
Elias looks at him the same way he looked at him in the woods those weeks ago, when he proposed. Nothing but adoration and love for his wife, making soft the man who ruled Bloodvine with a steel fist.
"Anything for you," he murmurs.
When he starts to move again, it feels different to Logan. He thinks now he understands what Alice and Sadie were talking about, when they said there was a difference between sex and making love. He and Elias had just had sex, and had been having sex for months.
Now, they're making love.
How lucky he is to have a man who can do both in short order; how lucky he is to have his man. Over and over and over.
…
They make love and sleep and have sex and sleep some more for the next few hours. Logan is left puffy and dripping from Elias' cock, and Elias' back has been painted in streaky red from Logan's fingers. They bathe together, in domestic bliss, when Logan asks a question.
"Would you do anything for me, Daddy?"
Elias doesn't falter in his gentle washing of Logan's chest. "Of course, baby. You know that. You've seen that."
"Anything for me?"
Now, Elias gives Logan a look with a raised grey brow. "What is my little wife scheming for now?"
Logan giggles, a blush across his face. "Take me to Seaport, Daddy."
Elias' smile is heart achingly fond. Hope blossoms in Logan's chest.
"Is that what my little wife wants?"
"Yes, it is."
Elias kisses Logan softly, before nodding.
"Anything for you."
And when they go to Seaport two days from then, Logan begins to have a sneaking suspicion of how much he can push Elias into giving him what he wants. He'll play it safe, of course. Seasonal trips to Seaport, not to make it too much of a common thing, the wife of Bloodvine leaving so often.
But he already has his sights set on his next wish, his resolve solidified as he gazes out at the Pacific. It's significantly more complex than a trip to Seaport, so he should get started now.
✷ elias “scarecrow” walker/logan walker
✷ cult au, dadson, trans logan, feminization, logan is 16 but considered an adult, accidental voyeurism, spanking, squirting, sex-by-proxy with gabriel rorke
fic linked in title & below the cut
chapter one | chapter two | chapter three (here) | chapter four
When they return to the manor, Elias reveals to Logan what he brought back from Seaport. With the buzz about the midnight town hall, Logan had completely forgotten about the promise of something special for him. Elias waited until he finished his evening prayers and then approached his kneeling form, one hand settling into golden hair. A shiny glint caught the moonlight, guiding it to his eye. It's such a foreign sight that it takes Logan a moment before he realizes what he's looking at.
A chocolate bar.
They hardly kept processed food around in Bloodvine, so having a bar of sea salt caramel chocolate all to himself truly was a one of a kind experience. Logan had jumped to his feet and hugged Elias in gratitude and surprise.
Elias chuckled, took Logan's mouth into a kiss, and set the bar on the bedside table, where the night's chill wouldn't melt it.
It was almost enough to make Logan forget about Lucy.
Almost.
…
In the morning, Logan wakes alone. He can hear Elias across the hallway, muttering to himself. He must be in the security room, keeping an eye on for Lucy's first morning in Bloodvine. Logan's stomach flutters — new blood to the community could ruin everything, but it could also make things that much better. Perhaps she'd be another teacher, or train under Winnie to be another midwife. Both would make Bloodvine stronger.
Yet Elias would have the final say, based on his and Bloodvine's observations. Logan can remember a few evenings of impromptu, closed door meetings while he and Hesh "slept" upstairs, trying to listen through the floorboards to the conversation in the kitchen below. Often it ended with disappearances the following day, and people saying nothing about the potential newcomer beyond that they had made the choice to move on.
Logan knew exactly where they had moved on to. The circle of trees around Gabriel's house provided the most shade and clung to rainwater at the base of the hill, which grew the best mushrooms. Additional fertilizer never hurt, either.
In dreamy segue, Logan's mind refocuses on when he and Hesh would listen in on those conversations together. The morning after, when they would walk around the garden, weeding and watering the garden beds, they'd share what they'd each overheard. Hesh always wanted to be part of the conversation, and Logan just wanted to be where Hesh was. It made for fantastical storytelling in the morning light, when the whole day felt ripe with possibility. Then Elias would come and check on their work and warn them against their theories spreading, before giving them breakfast.
He misses those family mornings.
With a sigh, Logan stretches and slips out of bed, making his way to the bathroom. He must prepare if he's going to meet Lucy today. Rumor has it that she'll be seeing the school, and Logan will be there today, if Elias allows. Given that he doesn't say much, most people tend to forget he's there — or have plausible deniability for being aware of his presence. In either case, he sees much more than the average villager; a skill set Elias loves to employ.
"Logan."
Elias' voice startles him from his reverie, as he brushes his teeth. Quickly he rinses his mouth and turns to face his father, expectantly.
Elias looks him up and down, that familiar hunger-pride clear in his eyes, the one that makes Logan straighten up and push out his chest a little to revel in it. His next words, however, are cold water down Logan's spine. "Lucy will be joining us for dinner tomorrow. Do we have enough for what you have planned?"
He swallows, thinking of what he had planned. Sauteed chanterelles and some pasta, which they should have enough of. The chanterelles cook down, however, so he should probably get some more. Nothing that requires accompaniment; he can find them within the Walker property, albeit on the side closer to the village square, or near Gabriel's house, deeper in the woods. Still, this means he's got to go today to harvest more and clean them before cooking them tomorrow. It changes his whole day around.
In answer to his father's question, though, he shakes his head. I need more mushrooms. I can get them from the property line.
Elias' mouth thins at that, and Logan rushes to change his words.
They also grow on Gabriel's property. I can pay Sadie a visit and see if she has some extras?
A fragment of relaxation comes over Elias then, and Logan relaxes. He's never once feared for his safety when it comes to Elias, and he still doesn't. He only fears jeopardizing his role as his woman.
Elias nods, permission granted.
"Sadie's in town today, but she'll be back when the school day finishes. Lucy will be walking through to meet her. I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about when you catch up with her." An affectionate smile then, and it feels as if the sun has returned from cloud cover. Logan smiles in return, even if his stomach sinks a little at not being able to go into town after all.
I'll make the house guest ready, then.
Elias cups his cheek, before running his fingers through Logan's hair. Logan closes his eyes and leans into the touch, humming softly as he listens to his father.
"Good. I'll be in town all day, but you have my number if there's an emergency. You also know Kick's, he's assigned to this side of Bloodvine today. Though you probably won't see him."
Okay, Daddy.
"Good girl. I'll let you finish getting ready now." He wraps his finger within a golden curl, giving a playful tug, before pulling away, leaving Logan's body humming for more.
…
He passes the morning with the autumn vegetables in the garden and summer vegetables in the root cellar, and then busies himself making preserves labels from the summer fruits. He has fun designing the needlessly intricate labels, drawing patterns and curves in pen before applying them to the jars. It's nice, methodical, and he truly does love art.
In the early afternoon, he turns his attention to beginning to change over the wardrobes from summer to winter, and making note of any moth eaten sweaters that needed mending. Those he set aside to color match later, and the rest he began to wash.
By the time he realized he still needed to go see Sadie, it was 5pm and the sun was almost beginning to set. He absolutely could not venture out unaccompanied in the darkness, but he guessed he had about 30 minutes of true daylight and about another 15 of sunset before he was back in the house. And besides, Kick was out there, and Elias would know if anything bad happened to Logan.
So he wraps himself in his shawl and stuffs his feet into his boots, grabs his mushroom basket, and ducks out the back door.
Gabriel's house is about a 15 minute walk at a leisurely pace from the Walker manor; Logan makes it there in 10. He has enough light to be able to see the yellow flesh of the chanterelles, knowing what to look for after years of practice. He kneels down and finds a few that would cook down nicely, and decides against dipping into Sadie's food stores. He can forage here, and make up for it later.
The blood rushes in his ears from his speed walking, and he's so focused on his task, that his basket is nearly full before a loud cry gets his attention. His head snaps up, looking up the slight hill to the clearing where Gabriel and Sadie live. Logan is behind their house now, able to see the laundry Sadie had put out to air dry, the butcher's hook where Gabriel cleans larger catches like boar and deer, before butchering them for villager trade.
He's not sure what he's looking for before he hears it again, followed by a loud slap. It came from the right — just blocked by the butcher's hook. He sidles over, concern rising.
That was Sadie's voice, now sobbing.
Even if Gabriel was hitting her, it wasn't Logan's place to say anything. Not even to Elias. But curiosity demanded he move over, to see it for himself.
He sees Sadie bent over one of the work benches, her long pale hair spilling over the edge of it, facing away from Logan's position. Her cornflower blue dress is rucked up, the layers of skirts flipped over, revealing her bare legs. Gabriel stands behind her, dwarfing her with his massive frame, thrusting into her with abandon. One hand is knotted into her hair, the other gripping one of Sadie's hips. Gabriel pulls back and slaps her ass, her cheek blooming bright red afterwards.
Sadie moans, the sound Logan had heard earlier, and now it all makes sense.
Why would she expect him to be there? He was running late and didn't actually ever go to the front of the house. He should leave; as arousing as it is, Logan feels more conflicted seeing Sadie and Gabriel than the other men in the village, the ones who aren't married but are still fathers, sometimes even to another man's children. He shifts his weight, about to leave, but slides in the fallen leaves, just enough to make noise that Gabriel notices.
Gabriel stops, turning his intense gaze to the forest at large. Logan freezes, not sure what to do — he could very well end up shot if he tries to run now, but if he stays, what if Elias hears about it? The sun is still setting; what if he doesn't see him?
Gabriel and Logan lock eyes. Logan stops breathing, his heart bucking in his chest.
Sadie says something, and Gabriel remains silent for a second, before replying back with a confident, "It's nothing," while staring at Logan.
He's still staring at Logan when he rolls his hips, burying them deep into Sadie and making her squeal. A bolt of pleasure strikes between Logan's legs, his desire to take cock rising up even despite the fact that he needs to be heading home.
Transfixed, he stares, moving his gaze down from Gabriel's face to where he's joined with Sadie. Gabriel, as if reading his mind, takes Sadie's thigh and lifts her leg, exposing her pussy to Logan. He's too far away to see too much detail but he can see the way she's stretched around him, how big his cock is compared to her entrance. He sees how wet she's making Gabriel's cock, dripping with each thrust.
Sadie's going to come soon, even Logan can tell that. He grips the handle of his mushroom basket to keep from reaching between his legs to take the edge off. Gabriel seems to know what he's doing, what effect this is having on Logan, as he fucks his wife with deep, punishing strokes. Logan can't take his eyes off his balls, slapping against her body with every thrust.
Sadie comes first, wetting herself with a weak kick of one leg, her hips trembling and her voice filling the clearing. Gabriel turns his gaze back to Logan as he thrusts once, twice, and comes inside her. Logan's lips part, his throat aches; he wants to take his father's load into his throat, into his pussy. He wants to be bred outside where Daddy butchers the meat and Logan folds fresh cotton sheets. He's dripping.
Gabriel, panting, holds up a finger to his lips, the universal sign to keep quiet.
Frozen, Logan does so. He watches as Gabriel pulls out of Sadie, wiping his cock off on her dress and tucking himself back away. He gently brings her to her shaky feet, sending her inside the house with a hand on her lower back and kiss to her temple. Logan dimly hears him say something about one last perimeter check before joining her for the evening.
Logan hasn't moved by the time Gabriel comes back to him. He smells like sex and Sadie's rose hip hair oil, and Logan's pussy clenches down on nothing.
"Enjoy the show?" he asks, giving him a crooked grin. "Don't worry; I won't tell if you won't. Now let's get you home; your old man will have my head if you come back without a proper escort."
His body thrums with desire, and accepting Gabriel's hand — the one that was just slapping Sadie's ass — feels like something he should not do. But Gabriel is Corps, and the Corps must be followed. So he accepts the (now gloved) hand and shakily walks alongside Gabriel back to the Walker manor. Their walk is quiet, Gabriel smoking a pipe which partly obscures the scent of sex, and Logan notices that Gabriel keeps his pace slow enough for Logan to keep up, which he appreciates.
When they arrive, Elias is waiting for them, arms crossed, beneath the porch light at the manor. He speaks once they draw close enough.
"Thank you for this. She knows better."
Logan ducks his head down, effortlessly reinforcing the image of the chastised child he feels like.
"Don't give her too hard of a time, Elias," Gabriel says as he comes to a stop at the foot of the stairs, nudging Logan up, his pipe still smoking in his hand. "You hardly let her out. No wonder she gets a little starry eyed when she gets to leave."
Elias' brows furrow, but he wraps an arm around Logan, turning to take him into the house. "Good night, Rorke."
"Night, Sir."
Logan doesn't look back, but he certainly feels Gabriel's gaze on him long after the door closes.
…
Logan apologizes to his father with earnest words and borderline hyperventilation. Elias calmly shows him the footage of Logan leaving in daylight and returning in the evening with an escort.
"You did the right thing," he says, "given your circumstances. But you know better than to leave that close to sundown."
Hot tears prickle at Logan's eyes as he stammers out something about wanting to be prepared for their guest tomorrow. It gets some sympathy from Elias, but he does make Logan atone with taking him over his knee. Twenty spanks later, Logan's aching pussy demands attention, which Elias so graciously gives him.
Logan comes until he's wetting himself, wrung out and useless, rubbing his soft stomach against his father's bulge, tears falling freely. He thinks of Sadie bent over Gabriel's work bench, the man breeding her without any care for their audience.
In the shadows of his mind, it's Gabriel and Elias together who bend him over like that, taking him apart and breeding him like the woman he is.
But after all is said and done, in reality, it's Elias' arms Logan finds comfort in, as his father holds him close and they drift off to sleep.
…
Logan's first impression of Lucy is equal parts underwhelming and threatened.
She sits across from Elias at their dining table, her long dark hair falling to her chest. She wears jeans and a sweater Logan recognizes, having seen it on other women on trial before. Her dark eyes and mid-toned skin mark her as different from Elias and Logan, a distinct outsider. When she speaks, it's fast, brusque, and blunt, as if she's out of time and needs to impart a crucial message before she's caught. She says she's from New York.
Logan doesn't know anything about New York, but it's not his place to know. His place is by the stove, stirring the butter and garlic into the chanterelles and pasta while Elias and Lucy converse.
Elias talks about his life, things mostly true and entirely harmless. That he was married once, and she had passed from illness. That he has a son and a daughter, who were raised nearly entirely in Bloodvine. That Bloodvine started as a passion project and now it's grown to a true community; one that would be glad to see her thrive here.
Lucy asks questions and Elias speaks calmly, as if dealing with a cornered and spooked doe. Lucy may find comfort in that, but Logan finds comfort in the fact that Elias sings his praises.
Logan keeps the house in such good condition. Logan is a great forager and chef and is making dinner tonight. Logan is an incredible artist. Logan this, Logan that. He's clinging to each mention of himself, trying to bask in Elias' attention when he doesn't feel it the rest of the time.
Lucy is older than most of the women in Bloodvine, somewhere in her mid-thirties. Her story involves trying to escape a husband and previous life after having a come to Jesus moment. She wants a place to start over and hopes Bloodvine could be that place.
When Logan serves dinner, Lucy greets him with a warm smile. Her teeth are too white, too straight. She's got clean skin without any cuts or wrinkles, no sun lines or proof of a life worked hard. Whatever is in New York, they must like their people fake.
Logan gives a smile in return, but does not show his teeth.
Lucy asks about the history of Bloodvine; about the vineyard and the agriculture of the village. Elias replies with stock answers between every other bite, leaving Lucy time to stew. She's eager, hanging on every word Elias says, as if memorizing them for a citizenship test.
Stupid girl doesn't know she's already taken one, he thinks to himself as he stabs a mushroom a little too vigorously.
Elias gives him a look, and he immediately softens his grip on his fork, with a one-handed apology signed to him. His father accepts the apology and returns to his meal. Logan watches as Lucy looks between the two of them, taking a bite of her own pasta. She looks concerned for Logan's behalf, and that makes Logan even more frustrated.
Elias would never hurt Logan.
(Sitting in the wooden dining chair sends heat and pain up his back from his punishment the night prior. Logan tries not to move, lest he aggravate the bruises.)
Not in any permanent way.
The conversation falls silent then. After dinner, Logan cleans up and puts the dishes away, saving the leftovers in jars to reheat tomorrow. Elias takes his pipe and his gun and tells Logan to stay put, that he's taking Lucy back to the village square.
Logan forces himself to nod, and watches as his father escorts Lucy out of their house.
Lucy, who has the audacity to give a little wave to Logan as she leaves.
Lucy, who falls into step exactly alongside Elias as they walk down the main path.
Lucy, who disappears into the darkness before Elias does, the end of his pipe glowing every so often.
Logan's had enough of Lucy.
…
The next day, when he's home alone, Logan takes his chocolate bar into Hesh's room. He sits on his bed and has a small square of it, letting it melt over his tongue. The sea salt and caramel mix heavenly with the chocolate, and he cannot help the soft sob that escapes.
It's too good to be eating alone.
He wishes he could share with Hesh, but it's been a year since he shipped out. Logan hasn't heard from him at all, and he misses him more than anything. He has to know if Hesh is safe, if he's happy. He knows Hesh had to go to prove himself, but surely a year of dedication and training is enough. Surely he could come back now.
Logan knows his desire is selfish; he knows that he's finding himself alone more and more often, something he never was before.
Before Hesh left.
Before Lucy arrived.
Blond brows furrow in frustration, tears falling down his face. He can't even have one moment with memories of his brother without Lucy interrupting. Is it not enough that she's taking up so much of Elias' time?
He sniffles, and takes another square of chocolate.
"I miss you, Hesh," he whispers. His voice echoes in the sunlit room, and he feels smaller than ever.
…
When Logan next sees Gabriel, it's at the schoolhouse after the end of the school day. Logan's cleaning up the paint brushes in a bucket of water, and Sadie's puttering around in the upstairs office to finish homework.
"Sadie still around?" Gabriel appears silently, and it startles Logan, water splashing up onto his sweater. He steadies the bucket, blushing at the embarrassing flail he'd given, and nods, pointing upstairs.
Gabriel looks out of place inside the schoolhouse; normally he's waiting outside, on the sidewalk, for Sadie to leave for the day. Logan bites his lower lip, seeing the way his shoulders fill the door frame, the casual lean of his body beneath the weight of his kit. His hands are bloody — must've been a recent hunt.
Logan signs as much, when it's clear Gabriel won't leave.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah it was. This is as clean as I could get before I just thought 'fuck it', you know?" That familiar crooked grin, exposing a canine. "Besides, there's no kids here, as far as I can tell. Little blood never hurt anyone."
Logan thinks back to the butcher's hooks, swaying with the impact of Gabriel fucking Sadie in the fading light. He wonders if there's any bodies on them now, or if Gabriel finished butchering before making the hike down into town.
"So; upstairs, you said?" he says, taking a step back.
Logan nods, and Gabriel bows out with a grin, taking the stairs two at a time. Logan can hear the office door open, the way Sadie's teacher exclamation of "Excuse me-" turns into wood creaking and quiet sighs.
Logan cleans the brushes a little faster, lest he wind up in a situation like he did two weeks ago with the mushrooms.
He can hear Sadie giggle, a muffled, "Gabe, what are you doing-" and a sharp gasp. Then talking in voices too low for Logan to hear.
(Not that anybody asked, but Logan does not think Gabriel is a "Gabe" kind of man. But Sadie is his wife, and that comes with some amount of privileges, he supposes.)
The door darkens again, and Logan's startled out of his reverie. It's Alice and Merrick this time; Merrick looking bored, and Alice looking at the very least apologetic.
"Should've warned you about staying late with just Sadie," she says in a sympathetic tone. Logan abruptly decides the brushes can wait, as long as they're soaking.
He nods, grabbing his outer shawl and tossing it on, following Alice towards the door. The willowy woman wraps her arm around Logan's and takes him out of the schoolhouse, back towards the path that leads to the manor. Logan's stomach is sinking even before Alice speaks.
"Elias asked us to bring you home."
Her apologetic tone makes him realize that she's only partly sorry for leaving him to be under Gabriel and Sadie. She knows Elias was supposed to pick Logan up today; why else would he pointedly ask for an escort?
Why?
He signs it before realizing he doesn't want to know the answer. Alice rolls her lips against her teeth before softly saying, "There's a goods trip that'll be getting back later today. You know how they all have to debrief. I'm sure he'll be back in time for dinner."
Logan can't be alone in that house any longer. He stops walking, causing Merrick to nearly bump into him.
"Logan?" Alice asks. Her kind hazel eyes are too much for Logan, who misses Hesh and Elias so much he can't stand it. He wasn't supposed to be alone.
He starts crying.
Alice coos at him and wraps her arm and shawl around his shoulders. Logan dimly hears voices discussing something over his head before they're turning around and heading back into the town, towards Alice's household.
He and Alice have some tea in her tea room, while Merrick puts their sons through their paces in the backyard. It's familiar, seeing six and eight year olds taking proper stances, wielding staffs and knives as easy as anything. Their daughters are sleeping in their room, leaving Logan and Alice alone for the time being.
Eventually, with good tea and good company, Logan stops crying.
Alice doesn't ask any questions, merely dries his tears and says, "It's better when you're married. Though, being his daughter, I can only imagine who he'd let have you."
Logan sniffles. I only want him.
Alice says nothing for a moment, and then, "I suppose that would be the strongest fit, should you both wish it. Now. Help me with supper. Thomas will call Elias when the time is right to come get you."
Logan nods, and finishes his tea. The Merrick's have four kids, two years apart — a two year old girl, a soon-to-be-four year old girl, a six year old boy, and an eight year old boy. It's more mouths than Logan's ever had to feed before, but he knows his way around a kitchen, and the rhythm of providing for a family has him feeling better. Even though watching the siblings interact makes him think of Hesh, he finds himself feeling better by the time Elias arrives to bring him back to the manor.
Elias seems fine, but Logan can tell he's tired. He gives his thank you's to Alice and Merrick, and then takes his leave quickly so his father can rest.
They're a few steps away from their front door when Elias offers his arm to Logan. Immediate excitement floods his body, and he wraps his arms around the offered one, leaning his cheek against Elias' shoulder.
Logan is content with this gesture alone, but as they begin to head up the hill, Elias speaks.
"I've left you alone more than I thought I'd have to. I'm sorry, Lo."
The apology has Logan leaning on his father's arm even more, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. He doesn't have words, and he can't sign, but he needs to make it clear that he accepts the apology. He would accept anything so long as Elias comes back to him.
In the light of their foyer, Elias unwraps Logan's shawl from his shoulders, making him fit for the inside. Logan stands before him for a moment, uncertain what he's allowed to do in return, before his father takes his hand and guides it to his belt.
Logan's heart lurches into his throat. To disarm a man is the duty of a wife. Tentatively, looking up at Elias, he undoes the belt with his knife in it, reverently taking it off.
Elias gives him a reassuring smile and nod.
Logan smiles broadly, the first genuine smile he's shared in weeks. With trembling fingers, he slides his hands up to remove Elias' chest harness, knowing the twin pistols have their safeties on from a glance. He slides down to his knees, his hands moving down the outside of Elias' legs, taking the extra knives from his boots. While he's down there, he unlaces them, removing each one and setting them aside by the front door.
Elias cups his jaw and guides him back to his feet.
"Thank you, my love," he murmurs, and kisses Logan right there in the doorway, as a husband welcomes a wife. They part, and Logan throws his arms around his father's shoulders.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
Logan swallows, but presses on. "I want a proposal. A real proposal. I want to be married to you."
A slow smile slinks over Elias' face, one he does nothing to temper. "You do?"
Logan nods. "I do. I want a ring and I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. And I want you to let me pleasure you like wives do."
His smile grows warmer, more indulgent, and he bows his head in agreement. "What my woman wants, she gets."
Logan's throat tightens, his heart racing as tears build in his eyes. "I'm your woman?"
Elias leans in, lips brushing Logan's as he murmurs words Logan knows to be true deep in his core.
"I made you. You'll always be my woman, my girl, my son."
Relief hits him like a train, and Logan kisses him with a fierce hunger that leads them right to the bedroom.
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