I got the request to draw more Logan fanart and while looking through my saves for inspo I saw this woman dancing with her tie andddd I did this. Who should I sexualize next? Or maybe a ship?
Remus tying Logan and Patton so they’re choking on a double sided dildo and then getting distracted and forgetting about them. They end up with their mouths filled and they’re frotting their chastity cages together.
Patton drops the dishes he was doing back into the sink and runs as fast as he can into the living room to see Remus and Janus sitting on the couch together. He wasn’t sure who exactly had called him, but disobedience would have nasty consequences either way.
“Yes Sir, how may I serve you?”
“Go put the toy in its kneeling position. We want it ready to use after we get home from dinner.” Janus says as he turns another page in his book.
Patton turns to do it, and then is suddenly grabbed by his hair as Remus comes up to him and drags him in the same direction, “Here, I’ll help.”
Remus doesn’t actually help, of course. And soon as they’re in the basement, he goes to pick a couple of actual sex toys from the chest they keep in the basement. Patton still has a task to do though.
He undoes the lock from the Toy’s cage, slowly easing the thick dildo attacked to the door of it from its throat as he opens it. He pulls it off the toy on the other end too, and points it towards the support beam where his captors like to tie him to.
Logan crawls to his spot, moving into position only when patton pulls his limbs to the hard points screwed into the structure, the steel cuffs permanently welded shut on his wrists and ankles connected with strong carabiners. Even his metal collar is attached so he can’t move his head. He loved being placed here, the only stimulus he’d receive would be pain from a beating or choking on something, perfect.
Patton shivered at how the toy’s cracked glasses fractured its blissed out expression, but the fear of taking his position kept him in line enough to stand beside Remus and inform him that his task was done, “Your toy is read to use, sir.”
“Not quite…” Remus pulled out some rope and set it in Patton’s hands, “See, we can’t have our victims prancing about the house. And it’s too risky to leave you ungagged in case you think you can scream for help.”
He’s being lead by Remus a second time right back over to the toy, where he is forced to kneel directly in front of it and meet those blank eyes. Remus starts to connect Patton’s own permanent restraints to the Toy’s. Their hands are cuffed together on the hard points of the pole so their wrists meet and he’s forced even closer to the toy, so close their cock cages clink as they rub up against one another.
Then an object is shoved in between their faces. Patton simply watches as the Toy opens its mouth and takes it down its throat. He doesn’t realize that it’s two sided until Remus puts it at his lips and forces it in.
He lets out a noise of surprise as it’s pushed further and further as Remus goes to connect their collars by a short leash.
“There, have fun! We’ll be back in a couple hours! Or not. Try not to suffocate!” Remus leaves with a swift kick to his side and bounds up the staircase, meanwhile he’s stuck gagging on the double-sided dildo.
Logan registers himself gagging harshly on the toy, and the warm skin frotting against his front, as unpleasant but he doesn’t. Just enjoying the use he gets as the resident sex toy. As the other boy squirms and cries around the fake cock, he sends it further down Logan’s throat and makes him choke, which in turn returns the force, until their practically fucking each others throats.
Patton gasps and writhes, never fully adjusting to the position they’re in. In doing so he rubs their cages together more, with the clinks and metallic sounds mocking his predicament. He doesn’t even get sympathy from the toy across from him, who meets his fearful eyes only with expressions of lust, like it’s getting off on this torture.
Patton loses track of time after the first ten minutes of this, which is probably good considering they stay that way for hours. At some point, the Toy’s chastity piercing gets stuck to the hole at the tip of his own cage, and he doesn’t want to imagine the painful tug as they rock together. He really tries to stop, he does, but it’s too difficult and he ends up passing the dildo back and forth with the Toy until he hears footsteps above them indicating his masters are home.
More than a few minutes go by, and it dawns on Patton that he might be kept here all night until they remember him in the morning. That is until muffled cries of his degrading title are called. He feels a shock from his collar, normally a punishment for not coming to them fast enough. Then multiple, then a long consistent one at a high voltage that has him consistently choking and going rigid with pain.
“Where is that little fucking whore when you need him?” He hears above him.
The door to the basement creaks open and the sound of descending footsteps make him lose focus and choke again.
“Ugh, Remus! I thought you were making him clean up from earlier.” Janus calls.
“Sorry, forgot!” Remus call back from above.
Patton struggles even more, a puddle of their combined drool leaking onto both his and the Toy’s body. He wants this punishment to end. He’ll be faster, he’ll be more obedient and thorough in his tasks, anything to stop.
Janus unclasps the leash and his restraints, taking the dildo out and throwing it to the floor when he sees them, “Thought my slutty maid ran away, we’ve been calling for you for a whole minute.”
Patton’s slapped, and whines because it, “Sorry Sir, I-“
Another slap. “Go clean up our mess. We want a second round but I want clean sheets while I use my Toy to get it back up.”
Patton knows if he takes any longer to recover he’ll be punished further than they likely already planned for him to be since he didn’t come to them earlier, “Yes sir.”
The last thing he sees before going up the stairs is Janus sliding his cock into Toy’s mouth, delivering a kick to its dick as he does.
summary: logan and his little brother, patton, are on their way to their grandparents for christmas when the car breaks down. how on earth are two brothers to stay warm in a cold, cold car?
kinks/warnings: incest, brothers, trans patton, frottage, grinding, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, loss of virginity
“I hate this car so much,” Patton said.
“Well, you’re the one who made us late,” Logan answered. “It isn’t my fault they took dad’s before you could even get dressed.”
“We can’t even listen to music,” Patton mumbled, crossing his arms and slumping.
“Stop sulking. Again, this is your fault. If we’d left when I said we would have gotten dad’s before them. This is your fault.”
Patton rolled his eyes and turned to look out of the window at the snowy landscape around them.
They were driving to their grandparent’s house for the Christmas break. The weather was already nearly too bad to drive, but Patton hadn’t been able to get out of his high school extracurriculars, and then he’d insisted on having his eighteenth birthday at home.
It was ridiculous, in Logan’s opinion. All his friends had gone away on vacation for Christmas, it was just their family there for it. They may as well have spent it at their grandparents’.
Several hours passed. The snow was getting heavier. Logan was beginning to worry that he’d lose visibility before they reached the cabin. Patton had gone quiet a while ago, his head resting against the window as he slept. Logan would have to try and get them to trade places soon. Why did Patton get to sleep if Logan didn’t?
Not for a bit, though. Logan wanted to wait till he was properly tired, and he wasn’t entirely sure Patton would be able to drive in these conditions. He barely trusted Patton to drive at all.
As he pondered the issue, there was a clunk, and the car wheezed. Logan frowned down at the steering wheel. He pressed the accelerator slightly, but nothing happened. Suddenly, the headlights flickered off, as well as the interior light of the dash.
“What?” Logan whispered.
The car rolled several more feet. He braked, and then they were sliding, the bad wheels veered out to the side.
“Fuck!” he yelped. Patton startled awake as Logan wrenched the wheel back to the side to straighten up.
He over-corrected.
The car swerved, and continued sliding as Logan tried to hit the brakes again. The edge of the road came before them. Patton screamed. Then, they were sliding off the side of the road into the snow-filled ditch.
The hood buried itself a foot into the snow, but they were finally stationary. Logan panted. His heart was racing.
“Are you okay?” he asked patton.
“Yeah. What happened?”
“The engine stalled, and then we hit a patch of ice, I think.”
“What? You said you could drive!”
“I can!” Logan snapped. “I’m not in control of weather conditions.”
Patton breathed shakily. “Sorry,” he choked, his voice thick. “What do we do?”
Logan ignored him. He turned the key.
The engine didn’t even sputter. There was a clicking noise. It sounded like a bomb was about to go off, and he gave up and tried again. The same rapid ticking.
“That sounds bad,” Patton said.
“Yes.”
“Has the heat turned off?” Patton asked.
“Everything’s turned off. I think the battery died.”
“What? How do we charge it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think we can out here. Have you tried to call?”
“I haven’t got a signal,” Patton said. His eyes were wide.
Logan sucked in a deep breath. He tried on his own phone, and had no signal either. “Okay. It’s fine. Someone will come past and see us.”
“So we’re meant to just… wait?”
Nodding, Logan reached into the back seat and grabbed the large winter coat he’d put there when the trunk got too full. He tugged it on.
“Where’s your coat?” he asked patton.
“I… Mom took it…”
“What?”
“She didn’t trust me to remember it,” he said. “So she put it in their car.”
Logan sighed heavily. “Would you have forgotten it?”
“No! You know what mom’s like. She never trusts me to remember anything.”
“For fuck’s sake. Okay. We’ll take turns with this one. Mom and dad will realise we haven’t arrived and come looking for us. We won’t be out here for long.”
Patton nodded. He was at least wearing a very large, thick hoodie, while Logan’s shirt was only covered in a quarter-zip.
The car was filled only with the sounds of their teeth chattering.
“What if we get buried?” Patton asked, eyes locked onto the snow piled on the hood.
“We won’t.”
“What if we do? It’s coming down fast. What if they drive right past and don’t see us?”
“The car is bright red. They’ll see us. It’s okay, Patton. We’re going to be fine.”
“Do you promise?”
Logan hesitated. He swallowed thickly, and turned to Patton with a stiff smile. “I promise. We’re going to be fine.”
Half an hour passed. Patton had begun to cry softly, his face tucked into the knees he’d pulled up to his chest.
Logan had his hand on the back of Patton’s neck in both an attempt to soothe and warm him.
Then, he reached forwards and grabbed the sat-nav.
It was one of the old ones. The lack of reception on these roads meant any navigation app on their phones wouldn’t work, and their mom’s car was so old it didn’t have a built-in navigator. So, the old, stick-to-the-windshield sat-nav would have to do. It had the maps downloaded already, at least.
“There is a rest stop about a mile up the road,” he said. “What shoes are you wearing?”
Patton shifted his hoodie to reveal his beaten-up converse he’d refused to throw away since he was sixteen. Logan nodded.
“So you have snow shoes in the car or did mom take those, too?”
“My hiking boots are in the trunk. But they aren’t waterproof.”
“They’ll have to do. We can warm up when we get into a building. Where in the trunk are they?”
“I don’t know. Sort of buried, I think.”
Logan sighed but nodded again. “Okay. Wait here.”
A few minutes later, Patton was swapping out his shoes. He and Logan got out of the car, their feet sinking into the snow up to their ankles.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Patton asked. He was wearing Logan’s coat, now, having accepted it gratefully when Logan told him to put it on for the walk.
“It has to be. Be careful. Stay close.”
“What if you just go and bring help back?”
“I’m not leaving you out here alone. What if I can’t find you? What if you freeze? We’re staying together.”
“I can't see,” Patton croaked.
“You’ll be fine. Come on, Patton, we have to hurry.”
They barely made it ten metres from the car before it went wrong.
Behind him, Logan heard Patton shriek and turned around to watch him stumble to the ground and fall. He screamed.
“It’s so cold! It’s so cold, Logan, help me!”
“You’re fine,” Logan assured him. He walked back to Patton anyway, grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. “I told you to be careful!”
“I didn't mean to!”
“Are you okay?”
“It’s so cold. It’s so cold, it hurts.”
Logan sighed. “Your pants are soaked. You have to take them off.”
“What? I’m not getting naked, I’ll be even colder!”
“You won’t. You have to take off wet clothes. They’re leeching your body heat. Come on.”
Logan began trudging back to the car, this time holding onto Patton to keep him upright.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re miles away from civilisation and you can’t stay in those— fuck!” he yelped. His foot had slipped on the snow and sent him tumbling backwards. He landed on his back. Immediately, icy water began to seep into his clothes, the his fleece and polo getting wet as well as his own jeans.
“Logan!” Patton cried, pulling him upright. “Oh, my god, are you okay?”
“I’m— fuck! I’m fucking—”
The cold was sharp against his skin. He almost struggled to move as he finished dragging patton back to the car. They clambered back in, and Logan immediately got to work tearing off his boots and jeans.
“Take off the wet clothes,” he ordered. Patton nodded, removing his own shoes and working his way out of his tracksuit bottoms.
“Here, have the coat back,” Patton said softly, as Logan pulled off his fleece and polo. Miraculously, his underwear remained dry, and he zipped up the large coat around his top half, leaving his legs to dither. Beside him, Patton pulled his knees back into his hoodie. Then, they lapsed into silence once more.
“It’s so cold in here,” said Patton, after another half an hour.
“I can feel how cold it is.”
“Can I sit on your lap?” Patton asked, his teeth chattering. “Please? Body heat and stuff, right?”
“No,” snapped Logan, ignoring his numb his legs were growing.
“Why?”
“Because that’s strange. We’re brothers, you can’t sit on my lap.”
“You’d rather freeze to death than cuddle me?”
“Yes,” deadpanned Logan. “We’re both in our underwear, Patton. You aren't sitting on my lap.”
Patton sighed, his arms crossed over his chest. His breath fogged in the air. Then, he dragged his arms into the hoodie and pulled it up over his head, curling his body into a ball on the seat.
They didn't speak again. Only the sound of shaking breaths and chattering teeth filled the car, and Logan felt his eyes trying to drift closed. He forced them open.
He couldn’t fall asleep. He knew that. Sleep meant death, and he had to get Patton out of here.
Fuck. He didn’t know what to do. Surely someone would drive past soon and see them?
Patton had started humming softly to himself. He kept it up for ten minutes, maybe fifteen, his voice growing fainter and fainter until it faded into quiet again. He was looking for attention, Logan figured, and he ignored it. Five more minutes passed, then ten, and Patton was still quiet.
Then, Logan’s blood ran cold. Cold-er. “Patton?” he asked.
Silence. Logan twisted to look at his brother. He was still curled into his ball, knees to his chest and head ducked into his hoodie. Logan frowned. He reached across and nudged Patton’s shoulder.
“Patton.”
“Mm…”
“Hey! You have to stay awake. Patton!”
“Mhm…”
“Hey, you still want to sit on my lap?” asked Logan. “Come on. Your hoodie’s huge, we can both fit in there, right?”
“Probably…”
“Okay. Good. Come here, can you climb across?”
Patton shook his head. “I can’t move,” he whispered.
Logan’s heart seized in his chest. He twisted in his seat, grabbing each of Patton’s biceps and pulling hard. Patton made a displeased sound, but didn’t fight as Logan hauled him over the centre console.
“It hurts,” Patton said. “To move.”
“I know. It won’t when you've warmed up. Just— Just hold on a minute, okay? I will fix this. You’re going to be okay.”
With Patton seated on his lap, his knees on either side of Logan’s hips, Logan wrestled his way out of his coat. He pulled Patton’s hoodie off, before tugging it over the both of them, thanking anything that happened to be listening that it was one of his biggest hoodies. Finally, he pulled the coat around the back of Patton and draped it over him like a blanket.
“Are you okay? Do you feel warmer?” Logan asked.
Patton nodded against his bare chest, his cold nose pressed to the crook of Logan’s neck. Logan took his arms out of the hoodie sleeves and hugged Patton close, rubbing his back over his t-shirt. Patton went back to shivering, but at least he was awake.
“Can you keep talking to me?” Logan asked. “You need to stay awake. We both do.”
Patton swallowed, sucked in a shuddery breath. “What about?”
“Anything. Just make sure you’re awake.”
His brother nodded. He kept mumbling, his voice weak and shaky, but growing louder as the time passed. Logan kept rubbing his back, occasionally moving to rub up and down his arms as Patton explained the plot of some cartoon he’d been watching.
Then, he sucked in a wheezing, shallow breath.
“Logan?” he choked
“Yes?”
“I can’t… breathe…”
“What?”
Was shortness of breath a symptom of hypothermia? Or was he having some kind of panic attack?
Then, Logan realised. “Fuck! Take off your binder.”
“Can’t move.”
Logan sucked in a sharp breath. He pulled his arms free and started to pull the binder up underneath Patton’s t-shirt.
“What’re you…”
“I’m getting this off! the cold is likely tightening it or something.”
“It is?” Patton asked. He didn’t fight as Logan wrestled the tight material, but he didn’t do anything to help either.
“Raise your arms.”
Patton let out a displeased sound but lifted up his arms. Logan pulled the tee off first, and then got the binder over Patton’s arms. Then, he wrapped his arms around Patton’s shoulders and pulled him against him.
“What’re you…”
“I told you. Skin to skin contact is better.”
“‘S this… weird?”
“No,” Logan said, ignoring how Patton’s chest squashed against his own. The cold had made both of their nipples hard, and Logan was horrible, inescapably aware of how his own brushed against Patton’s chest, sending little bursts of electricity across his skin. “We’re staying alive, Patton. Nothing else matters.” He rubbed his arm up and down Patton’s back. “Can you breathe better?”
Patton shuddered, but rested his head in the crook of Logan’s neck. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Logan nodded. He pressed his face into Patton’s hair, pleasantly surprised by its warmth as well as the scent of strawberries. Patton always had insisted on using frivolous shampoos, while Logan was a user of the far more efficient, scentless 3-in-1.
He was getting warmer with Patton against him. The weight of him in his lap was pleasant, in a way that Logan never would have expected to really enjoy. He’d heard of pressure therapy, but—
Oh. Hold on—
No, no, no…
“Logan,” Patton said slowly.
He screwed his eyes closed. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s so, so gross.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I can’t control it.”
“You can control what you’re doing with it!”
“I’m not doing anything with it. I’m not going to do anything with it. Very purposely and specifically. Just stay still. It’ll go away.”
Patton sighed shakily, resting his head against Logan’s sternum to tilt himself away. All it did was grind him down onto Logan, who gasped.
“I said stay still!”
“I'm trying to get away from it!”
Logan gritted his teeth, screwing his eyes shut and clenching his fists against Patton’s knees. “Well, don’t.”
He tried to think of anything to make it go down. Failing a math exam in middle school, that time in his sophomore year when he had the worst food poisoning. Patton was tense, his breathing heavy against Logan’s chest, and all Logan could focus on was how close his mouth was—
Fuck.
His nipple brushed against Patton and his cock pulsed and he whimpered.
“Logan,” Patton hissed.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m trying.”
“It— I mean— I know you aren’t doing it on purpose. Sorry for being mean.”
Logan scoffed. “As if you should be apologising for being disgusted at this.” He tilted his head back, trying to get more of the cold air outside the pocket of the hoodie, but the neck hole pulled as he moved, tugging Patton forwards so that his mouth landed against Logan’s throat. A ragged moan tore its way from Logan’s mouth. Patton raised his hands and pushed against Logan’s chest so he could be upright again, but all that did was pinch at Logan’s nipples, and he choked on a gasp as his cock got even harder.
“Sorry, sorry!” his brother yelped. Fuck, this was his brother. He’d helped change his diapers when they were just babies, he talked him through chemistry homework when he was twelve, he—
Fuck, he felt so good—
Logan’s hips jerked upwards. Patton stuttered on a gasp, hiding his face as this last movement angled them just right, Logan’s hard cock glancing against Patton’s crotch perfectly.
“Logan…”
Logan’s hands flew up to Patton’s waist as he jerked up again, grinding into the warmth of Patton’s bulge, which certainly felt more solid the second time. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Lo. You aren’t doing it on purpose. And it… It isn’t so bad…”
“Don’t encourage me,” Logan choked, barely getting the words out before he released a groan.
“You’re the one with a boner!”
Logan decided not to bring up the small, hard heat he felt against his cock, between Patton’s legs. “Sorry,” he whispered, again, again rolling his hips up against Patton, who let out his own high-pitched, surprised moan.
Neither of them spoke for a while. Logan kept pushing up, grinding his hard cock against Patton’s. Patton was beginning to whimper, his lips brushing against Logan’s throat as he rolled his own hips down, angling himself so they pressed right against each other, brushing through the fabric, and—
“Oh, fuck,” Logan choked. His hands dropped lower, from Patton’s waist to his hips, his pinkie fingers dipping into the waistband of Patton’s boxers. He tried to look down at where they met, and saw them, two bulges pressing right against each other, hot and leaving dark, wet patches in the fabric of their underwear, and he faltered.
“It’s okay,” Patton whispered, trying to get faster. “It’s okay, c’mon…”
“Have you ever even done this with anyone?” Logan asked breathlessly. His hands were gripping Patton’s hips hard enough that he was a little worried he might leave bruises.
“Have you?” Patton asked. He didn’t stop humping Logan’s crotch as he spoke. “You’ve never brought a guy home.”
“I’m in college. I’ve had one night stands.”
Patton snorted. “Sure.”
“Have you? I’m serious, Patton.”
“No.”
“Really? Stop, stop, we— I’m not taking my little brother’s virginity.”
Patton groaned, rubbing himself against Logan’s cock. “We can just keep doing this, then,” he said. “This doesn’t count as taking my virginity.”
“It’s close enough,” Logan snapped, and Patton rolled his hips down. “Come on, Patton, please. Please stop.”
Patton sighed, but nodded, shuffling backwards again so that they were no longer pressed together. “So, you’d… you’d, um, fuck me… if I’d done it before?”
Logan swallowed thickly, because he knew the answer, and he knew he couldn’t say it out loud. “It doesn’t matter,” he croaked. “You were right, it’s— it’s fucked up. We aren’t carrying on. Stay still. I’m staying still. We’re not going any further.”
Patton sighed, but went limp, shifting back slightly so that his warmth was no longer pushing against Logan, He didn’t raise his head, panting against Logan’s shoulder. “Okay. You got it, Lo.”
Several minutes passed in stuffy silence. Logan wasn’t getting any softer. The sound of Patton whimpering his name was ringing in his mind, echoing horribly in a way that made him feel ill and awful and so, so hot.
“Lo. I’m not moving,” Patton said softly, and Logan realised his hips had been working against the air.
“I know, I’m sorry. I can’t— I’m so sorry.”
“If you’re gonna stop, you gotta stop now. I can’t stay still if you aren’t going to, Lo, I can’t—”
“I’m stopping! I’m stopping, just— fuck.”
He grabbed Patton’s hips and pushed him down to grind him against himself.
“Logan!” Patton yelped, startled. He tried to push away on instinct, but the hoodie was too stretched already, and he fell back down onto Logan’s cock. Hard.
“Ow!” he yelped, as the tip of Logan’s dick pushed just slightly into his hole, his boxers entering with it.
“Sorry!” Logan cried, pulling himself back out. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Patton nodded, staring at Logan with huge eyes and red cheeks. “Fine,” he whispered. They stayed still for several seconds. Then, Patton slowly ground his hips down.
“Ah—” Logan mumbled, trying fruitlessly to hold Patton still.
“C’mon. It’s making me… so, so warm… Isn’t it warming you up?”
“Oh, fuck—”
“Please, Lo? I wanna— I’m—”
And that was it, hearing his desperate, whiny stuttering, in the same tone he’d beg for Logan’s help with homework or a lift. Logan broke. He wrapped his arms properly against Patton’s waist, pressing their chests together hard, and their hard nipples brushed against each other. Patton gasped, wrapped his arms around Logan’s shoulders to rut down against his cock. The fabric separating them was thin, and Logan could feel the shape of Patton’s tiny, developing dick against him, sliding up and down against Logan with an abandon. Logan’s head bumped into Patton’s cock, catching for a second before coming free, and Patton let out a high whimper.
“Oh, god, Logan,” he choked. They rubbed against each other, hard, and Logan was embarrassingly close already. He grabbed Patton’s hair tightly and slammed their mouths together. Patton let out a surprised yelp, but his humping and grinding just got faster, harder, as he gasped into Logan’s mouth and their tongues brushed together.
Fuck, Logan was making out with his baby brother. He whimpered, pulling at the back of Patton’s hair sharply, and Patton moaned, loud and proper, and the sound rushed to Logan’s cock. Logan held his face there, one hand gripping the back of his head and the other running down Patton’s side to hold his hips again. They moaned into each other’s mouths, hips moving in unison as they writhed against one another. Then, they came apart, panting into each other’s mouths.
“Don’t stop,” Patton whispered against Logan’s lips. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. You’re so good. It’s so good, I feel so good.”
He let go of Patton’s hair and ran his hands down Patton’s back, feeling the arch of his spine and then sliding his hands under Patton’s underwear, grabbing his ass in each of his hands and using that to press Patton down against him as their cocks bumped and slid against each other.
Patton groaned loudly. He pulled away to mouth at Logan’s neck again and Logan gasped, hips jerking, and Patton nipped at the column of his throat, and then it was like fireworks were going off behind his eyes, and he held Patton tightly, their hips moving in unison as they writhed against one another, and Logan came hard and fast into his underwear with a loud yell.
“What— Did you just— Did you just cum?” Patton panted, his hips stuttering to stillness as Logan went limp.
“Yeah?”
“How did you cum before me when I’m the virgin?”
“Your cock’s so small, it probably doesn’t even realise it’s being touched so you don’t have chance to cum,” Logan snapped.
“What? How does that work?”
“It’s science. Smaller penises last longer to make up for how bad they are.”
“Shut up, no it isn’t!”
“Is too,” Logan said, fighting his smirk and ignoring how immature the argument was.
“It is not! My dick’s only small ‘cause I’ve only been on T for, like, three months! It’ll be huge!”
Logan snorted a laugh. “Are you seriously bragging about how big your cock is going to be?”
“Shut up!” Patton snapped. “You’re such a jerk!”
“You’re like a twelve year old.”
His brother seethed on his lap, smacking him hard on the shoulder. “You came after, like, ten seconds! I’m the virgin, and I’m still fucking turned on, and now you’re just stopping.”
“Patton— Okay, okay! Hey, you can still finish. It’s okay.”
“How am I meant to do that when you’re finished already?”
Logan scoffed. “Please. I’m a twenty-two year old man. I can be hard again in a few minutes. You can’t entertain yourself for just a few minutes? Do I have to do everything for you?”
“You’re acting so high and mighty like you weren’t the one who couldn’t handle me sitting on his lap for ten minutes without getting a hard-on.”
Logan’s face flushed. The sensation of semen drying against him was beginning to grow uncomfortable, the cold wetness against his dick reminding him just where they were. Patton made an irritated noise when Logan didn’t respond fast enough, and started grinding his hips down again, sliding the wet boxers against his sensitive cock.
Logan moaned loudly, his head slamming back and his back arching.
“You don’t get to cum again before I get to once, that isn’t fair,” Patton panted. “This isn’t as fun when you aren’t hard.”
“Fuck, Patton—” Logan choked, but he could already feel himself stirring again.
“C’mon. C’mon, Lo, get hard. Please? I want— I want you to—”
“You want what?”
Patton whined, hips rutting. “Please,” he gasped.
Logan frowned at him. He could barely think past the sensation of Patton’s little cock against him, his own growing harder the more he watched his brother’s flushed cheeks and screwed up face. His hips twitched up, and Patton gasped.
“Yeah, yeah— like that, just like that— Oh, Logan, please—”
This just— It just wasn’t as good, the second time. The wetness against him was tacky and gross — Logan had never cumemd in his pants before, and he was starting to wish he hadn’t now, because it was disgusting, regardless of how turned on he’d been at the time.
“Hold on,” he said.
“No! You already got—”
“Jesus, Patton, can’t you wait four seconds? I just need to get these boxers off, they’re filthy.”
Finally, his brother faltered, eyes widening. “You’re gonna— You’re gonna get it out?”
“Yeah? Is that… Is that okay?”
Patton swallowed thickly. “What’re you gonna do with it?” he asked.
Logan hesitated, blinking. “I don’t have to do anything with it if you don’t want me to. What’s wrong?”
“That just feels— That’s— More. You’re my brother.”
“I know. You had no issue with that when you were humping my cock.”
“Yeah, when it was in your underwear! If you take it out, that— That’s…”
Logan swallowed. “Okay. Okay. I’ll— I’ll leave it in my boxers. Sorry. I just— It isn’t, um… a pleasant sensation.”
“It— It’s fine. I don’t really want to carry on anyway.”
“Okay,” Logan whispered.
His brother nodded, eyes wide and face red, and shuffled forwards slightly, so he could lie against Logan again. Logan wrapped his arms around his back, holding him close.
“We can pretend it never—”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Patton croaked. “Um… I’m not mad. At you. I just… It was stupid. We shouldn’t have done it.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Really, it is. It’s not like I wasn’t into it.”
Logan swallowed thickly. He nodded.
Neither of them moved. Patton was still sat on Logan’s crotch, the wet heat from his cunt pressing against Logan’s cock, and he was trying so, so hard to keep it down. For around five minutes, they remained like that, not speaking, Patton resting his head against Logan’s collarbone, Logan breathing in his shampoo and pretending the scent alone wasn’t drawing all his blood back into his cock.
Then, Patton’s hips shifted downwards. He made a soft noise, swallowed thickly, right by Logan’s ear. And then he did it again, pressing himself against Logan and rolling his hips.
“Patton?” Logan asked, voice tight.
“I’m sorry,” his brother whimpered. “‘M sorry. I know it’s bad. I just— You feel so good.”
“It’s okay,” Logan whispered, feeling Patton’s heat on top of him and stroking up and down his back.
“We may as well get it over with, right?”
“What?”
Patton’s breath hitched, and he pulled back slightly, fumbling at Logan’s crotch. “I wanna feel good. This isn’t— Haven’t we already kind of crossed the line?”
“I think— ah, fuck— I think there are further— lines. We are yet to cross.”
Patton stopped. “Don’t you want to?”
He did. It made him sick, he knew, and he hated how badly he wanted it, but he could barely think of anything other than how badly he wanted to feel Patton around him.
He was a virgin. Patton was a virgin. He couldn’t. Logan couldn’t do that to him.
But their relationship was never going to be the same. Logan didn’t think he’d ever be able to smell strawberries without getting rock hard. Would rejecting him now really help? Or just distance them futher? They’d been so close when they were young. At some point, they drifted. Perhaps when Patton realised he was trans, or maybe when Logan started to be bullied, one of them had pulled away. Could this fix it?
Apparently, he took too long to answer. Patton drew his hands away, his face bright red and his eyes sparkling with tears as he nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it— Do you really want this?”
Patton nodded again. “I can’t— I need something, and I— You’ll be gentle. Right?”
“Of course. Of course I will. I’ll treat you so nicely.”
He reached down, pulled his cock out of the hole in the front of his boxers, freeing it from cold, wet prison he’d put it in. Patton’s breath hitched as he stared down at it. It took some manoeuvring to get Patton out of his own underwear. He ended up turning around, his back pressed to Logan’s and his feet planted on the seat on either side of Logan’s thighs. The boxers hit the ground and he turned around again, breathing fast.
Logan swallowed thickly, reaching in between them and feeling at Patton’s cunt with hesitant, shaking fingers. Slick warmth met him and he groaned as Patton whimpered and ground his hips down.
“Logan—” he choked, and Logan felt a bit lightheaded with how fucking hard he was.
“I know, I know,” he whispered. He held his cock upright, lined up with Patton’s hole, and pushed his brother’s shoulder gently to get him to lower himself.
He closed his eyes as Patton obeyed, the warm, wet heat of him enveloping the head of Logan’s cock hungrily. He moaned, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist and pulling him against his chest.
“This is so gross,” Patton panted.
“I know. I’m sorry. We can stop if you—”
“I don’t.”
Logan’s eyes opened at the sharpness in his voice, and he looked at Patton’s face, saw the way it was screwed up. But it looked… different this time. Worse. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you— Wait, hold on— Patton, are you okay? Is something wrong?”
“It’s just— Big. It— Is it— Can it, um— rip?”
“Rip?” Logan asked, horrified. “It can, but you’re— fuck, you’re so wet, it— it shouldn’t. Why? Does it hurt?”
He’d never taken anyone’s virginity before. He’d slept with trans men, pre- and post-op, but never for their first time. His first time had been when he was in high school, with Remus Duke beneath the bleachers of the gym when they were supposed to be doing their chemistry homework, and he’d topped then, too.
Still, he’d heard it could be painful for a person’s first time. The stretch. Was he supposed to stretch out a cunt like you did an ass? Watching Remus finger himself open had almost been the best part, and the thought of watching Patton do the same now made him gasp.
“It’s— Hold on, stop— Come back up.”
“No, I want this—”
“I know! I know, just— You need to relax more.”
“What?”
“You have to— be… more into it.”
“I’m plenty into it, Logan. Don’t make me think about how into it I am.”
“You’re so impatient!” Logan spat, lifting Patton off and sliding himself back out. “Just wait.”
Patton made an angry sound. “What’re you— Oh—”
Logan had reached down into Patton’s folds and gripped his small dick between two fingers. His brother’s voice was punched out from his chest and he choked breathlessly.
“S’okay. See? Two fingers is all you need. You just need to relax.”
He slid up against Patton, through his thick, coarse hair and then back down to his dick.
“Logan,” Patton whispered, and then he gasped as Logan began jerking him off. “Oh, god—”
“Just wait,” Logan whispered, and he bent his head so he could kiss Patton’s neck. Patton’s hips bucked against him, and Logan smirked. He continued to pinch and pull at Patton for another few moments, relishing in the way his brother started to pant and gasp, his back arching into Logan slightly, and then he dipped lower and pushed in.
“Oh, god, Logan,” Patton choked. Logan felt his brother’s cock pulse against his palm, and he was sure this was the most turned on he’d ever been in his life. He huffed a laugh and pressed his middle finger all the way into Patton’s cunt, and his baby brother gasped, and Logan curled his finger, brushing against the roof of Patton’s cunt, and he bucked in his lap, reaching down the grab Logan’s wrist.
“Are you alright?” Logan asked, halting, but keeping his finger deep inside.
“It’s— So much, it—”
“Too much?”
“No. No, please— Don’t stop, please—”
Logan smirked. He pulled out and pushed back in, fucking his little brother on his middle finger, and Patton ground down, pushing his cock into Logan’s palm and letting out a strangled moan. His hands flew up to grip Logan’s shoulders.
“See? I told you you’d like it.”
“Stop talking, it’s not as good when I hafta hear your voice.”
“Oh, really? You don’t want me to talk while you ride my fingers?”
“Logan—”
“Do you want to pretend it’s someone else’s fingers inside your cunt? Hm? You want to pretend you aren’t dripping for your brother?”
Patton moaned, as Logan pushed in his ring finger, thrusting the two in and out together, and his brother fell forwards to lie against Logan’s chest. “Shut up,” he gasped.
“Who would you even pretend I was?” Logan asked.
“You don’t get to make fun of me when you came in your underwear, you jerk,” Patton moaned.
“Has anyone ever done this to you?” Logan asked, grinding the heel of his palm against Patton’s cock as he pressed his fingers up against what he hoped was Patton’s g-spot. He didn’t finger vaginas very often, and it had been a while.
“Mm— Ngh, I— Ah, Logan—”
“Tell me. Have they?”
“Shut up—”
Logan scoffed and pulled his fingers out roughly. His brother whimpered, and then groaned, smacking Logan’s shoulder hard.
“Tell me if you’ve had some snotty teenager’s fingers in you,” Logan demanded. “You just turned eighteen, when were you doing that?”
“Stop!” Patton groaned sulkily. “I don’t wanna talk about this with you, you’re my brother!”
“Yes, and so as your brother it’s my job to make sure you aren’t going to get teenage pregnant by some high school dropout.”
“He isn’t a dropout. He’s my friend and he’s actually really smart.”
“You just turned eighteen!”
“Yeah, fine, we were doing stuff before we turned eighteen, who cares? Are you gonna tell the fucking police? Mr Twenty-Two Year Old fingering his eighteen year old brother is gonna tell the police on me, are you?”
“What we’re doing isn’t illegal.”
“Well, it sure isn’t right.”
“Who is he, Patton?”
“Logan, if you want to carry on what you started you’re gonna drop this. I told you I haven’t had sex with anyone. The only person who’s gonna get me pregnant is you, if you wanna try.”
“That’s disgusting,” Logan said, and he meant it with his whole chest, the idea of getting Patton pregnant made him feel sick, but his fingers found themselves prodding against his hot cunt as he thought of cumming in there. “I’m not going to get you pregnant.”
“‘Course not,” Patton whispered soothingly, grinding his hips down against Logan’s hand. “Please, Lo.”
Logan sighed, pushing his two fingers deep, his palm pressed to Patton’s cock again. His brother let out a strangled sound, and his hands leapt from Logan’s shoulders to the back of his head. He gripped the hair at the base of his skull and panted against his neck. Logan lifted his other hand and squeezed Patton’s tit, and his brother’s cunt squeezed as he jerked back.
“Don’t—” he choked. His eyes were wide, all pleasure gone, replaced with a sick horror that made Logan’s blood run cold and his hand pull away like he’d been burned. “Don’t touch me there. Please.”
“Okay,” Logan whispered. He nodded, and leaned forwards to kiss at Patton’s neck again, gently grinding his hand against Patton. “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t. Sorry.”
Patton nodded. “S’okay. It’s okay.”
“Tell me who’s touched you here, though,” he said, rubbing against the inside of Patton’s cunt.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Logan!”
“‘M just curious. Please?”
Patton sighed shakily. “It’s just Jan. He— He did this, and then— And then he, he ate m—”
Logan’s cock pulsed at the idea of someone getting to eat his brother’s pussy, and he fucked his fingers into Patton hard, cutting his voice off with a loud cry.
“Tell me I’m better,” he said.
“What?”
“Tell me this is better. Tell me I’m better at it than Janus.”
“No way. That’s weird. Plus, Janus was great at it.”
Again, Logan pulled his fingers out, eyebrow raised. “Tell me I’m better.”
Patton made an angry sound. “Stop acting like you don’t want this just as bad as I do, you jerk! I can stop it too. I’m not some desperate little whore who’s gonna beg you to— to fuck me. If you keep stopping to get me to do stuff, we aren’t gonna carry on and you don’t get to put your cock in me. Got it?”
Logan stared at him, his face burning as his fingers pushed back into Patton without another word. He nodded. “Okay. Sorry,” he mumbled, suddenly rather timid, shame making his cock twitch and his hips rock.
“See? Isn’t this more fun?” Patton asked breathlessly. “You are good, though. You feel so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Have you done this before?”
“Um— Not in a while.”
“I couldn’t tell. You’re so good at it. You’re always so good at everything, ‘s’not fair.”
Logan frowned.
“You get such good grades and you’re in college and— and— and I wish I was more like you, Lo, I really do—”
“What? Are you joking? You’re perfectly fine the way you are.”
Patton shook his head. “I wanna be like you,” he choked, breath hot against Logan’s .
“What? Patton, you’re— You have so many friends, and you’re— Mom and dad worship you—”
“Not like you. You should hear how they talk about you when you’re at college. You’re so cool and you’re so good at everything and— And you’re making me feel so good, and—”
“Oh, stop,” Logan said softly. “I’m not good at everything, I’m good at school. You do sports and theatre and so much other stuff. I can’t play any instruments, or speak any languages. You try anything that crosses your mind. It’s brilliant.”
“You’re so nice sometimes. Why aren’t you this nice all the time?”
Logan let out a shaky breath. He thrust his fingers into Patton, felt the silky wet heat around them, and ducked his face into the crook of his neck. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s alright. We can be friends again, right? After this? Trauma bonding— We could’ve died. We still could.”
“We aren’t going to die,” Logan whispered, and he was starting to wish Patton would stop talking, so he shifted his head to shove his tongue into his mouth. Patton choked on a moan. “I won’t let you die,” he promised into his mouth. “Someone will find us.”
Patton nodded into the kiss. “I trust you,” he whispered.
“Do you— Do you still want…”
His brother nodded quickly. “I do. If you do. I’m not— I’m— I don’t wanna, um… make you.”
“You wouldn’t be,” Logan said. “Not at all.”
He held his cock again, and kept rubbing Patton’s with his other hand as he lined himself up a second time. Patton grabbed his shoulders, and this time he didn’t need guidance as he lowered himself onto Logan’s tip.
“Okay, now— Take it slowly. Okay? Very, very slowly. Just a little bit at a time. Does it still hurt?”
Patton shook his head. He worked his hips back and forth, scooting lower more than pushing directly. He lifted himself back off slightly, letting out a little moan as Logan dragged against him. He was shaking as he continued, slowly lifting and dropping himself, going lower and lower with each repetition.
Logan fought hard to stay still, his one hand steadying Patton’s balance at the top of his thigh and the other continuing to rub circles against him.
“Come on. Just like that. Good boy. You’re so tight…”
“It still sort of hurts,” Patton choked.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Will it stop hurting?”
“If you go slow, it should. Just keep going slow. It’s okay. If it doesn’t, you can— We can— We’ll go back to just my hand.”
“It feels good,” Patton said, shaking his head. He rolled his hips, and around half of Logan’s length was inside him now. Logan didn’t stop rubbing his cock, Patton’s slick dripping down Logan’s, and he collected it to use on Patton’s.
“Just like that. You’re doing so well,” Logan whispered.
“Lo, hold on, stop— Stop rubbing me, ‘m gonna cum, I don’t wanna yet—”
Logan snorted, but obeyed. He lifted his hand to Patton’s waist, steadying him. His other hand squeezed his hip as Patton dipped lower, and lower, and then he was seated all the way against Logan, his entire cock fully held by Patton’s cunt, and he groaned.
“Okay. Okay. Is that— Oh, god, Lo— Is that all of it?”
“Mhm. Are you okay?”
“Still— Tight. Just— stay still—”
“Okay, it’s alright. Take your time. You’re okay.”
“God. This is so wrong,” Patton whispered. “Your dick is inside me, oh my god—”
“It’s for our survival,” Logan assured him, stretching to kiss his mouth.
“Oh, yeah, we’re proper survivalists. Bear Grylls’ own method, right?”
“I can guarantee you Bear Grylls never engaged in sexual relations with his brother as a survival tactic.”
Patton laughed into Logan’s mouth. “Just for pleasure, then?”
Logan groaned. Patton laughed again. He clenched so that his walls squeezed Logan.
“Oh, fuck,” gasped Logan.
“Language. I’ll tell mom.”
“You are never going to tell mom or dad or anyone anything. We are never speaking of this again.”
Patton moaned lowly. He rested his head against Logan’s collar bone, rolling his hips experimentally.
“It feels really good,” Patton whispered. “Even though it hurts.”
Logan hummed softly. “I’m glad. It’ll hurt less and less. I think.”
“Oh… Logan, you’re— You’re so big— I’ve never felt like this before—”
“Why didn’t you and Janus…?”
Patton groaned. “What’s your obsession with this?”
“I’m just curious. What did you do with him? Why did you stop before this?”
“I just didn’t— We didn’t— I— God, please, can we stop talking about this?”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I have your cock inside me and I don’t want to think about anyone else’s right now, Logan!” Patton snapped, and the words made Logan’s eyes rolled back adn his hips buck upwards against his will. Patton gasped loudly, his arms tightening around Logan’s neck and his back arching.
“Sorry!” Logan yelped. “I didn’t— Did that hurt?”
“Do that again,” Patton choked. “Please, right now. Please.”
Logan stared at him closely and rolled his hips upwards, into Patton, before letting them drop down. Patton made a noise like all the air had been punched out of him. Logan did it again, rolling his hips up. He lifted Patton slightly, a few inches of Logan’s dick sliding out of him, and then shoved him down at the same time as he pressed up. Patton cried out.
“Again, do that—”
He did. He fucked up into his little brother, hard, and Patton’s mouth opened, and Logan did it again, and again, thrusting in and out like he would die without it, and he wondered if he might, his heart thundering in his ears as he pressed as deep as he could into him. Patton didn’t make a sound as he did, his back arching and his head tilting back, and Logan kissed his neck. He fucked up into him, sucking a spot on his throat, and Patton finally moaned breathlessly.
The next several minutes passed with the only sounds being their breathless whimpering panting, and the filthy, wet sounds of Logan’s cock pumping in and out of his brother’s cunt. The car rocked beneath them, and Logan wondered if the windows had fogged over like in the movies.
“Logan,” Patton choked.
“Uh huh?”
“Touch me. Touch my cock. Please. I’m so close. Fuck, Logan, I’m so, so close—”
Logan nodded quickly. He lowered his hand, took Patton’s cock in them again, and began rubbing.
“Ah— Oh, Logan— Oh, yes, just like that. You’re so good— You’re the best brother— I love you, I love you so much—”
Oh, fuck, Logan’s little brother was about to cum on Logan’s cock— This was the hottest Logan had ever felt, he was sure if he opened the car door he’d melt the whole storm for the rest of winter just from thinking about this moment— Patton was raising himself up and down now, riding Logan’s dick desperately, hips rolling furiously as he did. Logan pinched his cock, working it between his fingers fast and hard, and Patton yelled out. Logan leaned to kiss him, continuing to fuck up into Patton as his brother’s mouth opened to take his tongue.
Suddenly, Patton’s head was thrown backwards, and he gasped, his body going stiff, his little cock jerking and pulsing in Logan’s fingers as his walls fluttered around his dick. He stayed still, and Logan continued working him through his orgasm as he jerked and twitched on his lap, hips working to grind against Logan’s. Finally, he went limp, falling forwards to lean all his weight on Logan once more and panting for breath. His hips kept twitching, and he was trembling slightly, hands shaking as hard as his thighs, and Logan rubbed at the latter in a way he hoped was comforting and gentle and kind.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Patton didn’t answer. He moaned quietly, shifting to press against Logan’s chest. Logan raised his hands to hug him back.
“Patton?”
“‘M okay. That was… good. You’re… good at that.”
Logan huffed on a laugh. “Thank you.”
Patton nodded. “‘M tired. Is it always so tiring?”
“Um… I don’t know. I suppose.”
“You’re still hard,” Patton whispered.
“I… yeah.”
“I’ve got, um… a load of Plan B pills. They were a joke gift, for my birthday. From dad.”
“Really? That’s disgusting. Why does he always do things like that?” For Logan’s eighteenth, he was gifted two hundred condoms from his father.
“Thinks he’s funny. Said since I was eighteen, I could do whatever I wanted now. They’re in my bag.”
“What? Why would you pack them?”
Patton shrugged. “Figured there’d be at least one hot ski boy for me to do something with. Got you instead, which is fine too.”
“Right. Good for you, I guess.”
“You don’t get to be mad about that. I’m eighteen.”
“I’m not mad!”
“No? You sound mad.” Before Logan could answer, Patton rolled his hips, grinning mischievously. “Do you want to yell at me? Or finish what you started?”
“You’re a little brat,” Logan snapped. “Can I—”
“Mhm. Why’d you think I told you about the pills?”
Logan moaned. He grabbed Patton’s hips and began to fuck into him again, hard and fast, and Patton gasped at the sudden increase in desperation. But Logan was so close, and the thought of cumming right into his baby brother’s hot, tight hole was almost enough to make him finish alone, and he wished he could turn Patton around to bend him over the dashboard, but he was perfectly happy with this, thrusting in and out faster than he had been before. Patton didn’t seem capable of making sound, all his focus apparently going to keeping balanced as Logan lifted him up and pulled him down over and over, harder and harder, his lips and teeth sucking and biting at his throat and his hands holding his hips so tightly he was sure it would now be leaving marks.
Finally, after just a minute or so of that, Logan came hard, yelling as he did so. A cry tore its way out of Patton, who went boneless again as Logan’s soft cock slid out. His cum followed, dribbling from Patton’s hole and onto the seat beneath them.
“There’re tissues in the… in the glove box,” Patton panted. “Don’t… don’t let it stain the seat. Mom’ll kill me.”
“Why you?”
“She won’t assume we had sex, Logan. She’d assume I was doing something with someone else. We share this car.”
“Who? Janus?”
“Probably. Or someone else. I think they think I’m some kind of slut. For some reason.”
Logan swallowed thickly. he slid an arm out of the sleeve of the hoodie and retrieved the tissues from the glove box. He wiped Patton clean first, gently, trying to avoid his red cock as he hissed from overstimulation.
“You’ll be sore tomorrow,” Logan whispered. “I… I went too hard. At the end. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” his brother whispered back. “It was… great.”
Logan snorted, and started scrubbing the spot on the seat where he’d dripped. Patton shifted, squirming until he could reach his boxers to pull them back on, and then some more so he was sitting sideways on Logan’s lap, feet on the chair next to Logan’s thigh and knees pulled to his chest. He still rested his head against Logan’s collarbone.
Logan held him, pressing slow, gentle kisses to the crown of his head, and they relaxed, settling in once more to wait for rescue.
Thinking about Patton, who has a lil corner of the imagination that is Very locked away just for him. And a garden with a semi-sentient viney creature. Patton can allow himself to feel horny and to express his fantasies here, cause it's not like he's masturbating, but it's also not like he's having sex with another person. (He's got a lot of religious shame hangups around sex) And the plant 'needs' watering with semen, so it's not even him having sex cause he wants to, it's actually altruistic, caring for the plant.
And while Patton's over there thinking his rather common fantasies and desires are actually crazy wild fucked up sex, Remus has been drawn over by all the stifled sex. And he's torn between revealing himself and trying to get through to Patton, at the risk of losing his very nice voyeur vantage point, or just continue to watch even if he's frustrated by all the squashing of sexuality.
And then Remus realizes he can use his control over the imagination to slowly corrupt Patton into giving in to his own desires. He just has to be careful and subtle, not a thing he's usually good at. But this kind of a challenge is worth the extra effort.
Man I love the trope where Janus hypnotizes Patton into being dumb and horny all the time. He’s always been a little on the oblivious side so it isn’t that far of a leap when he starts to forget where he put his favorite sweater and has to borrow some of Janus’ shirts. Then as they play more, Patton goes from stolen shirts to cute crops and skirts to wearing lingerie around the house. During conversations, he stops going on tangents and instead forgets what he planned on saying in the first place, so Janus reminds him that he needn’t worry and he’ll do the talking, which sends a weird wave of arousal through him. Soon enough Patton wakes up and Janus dresses him all pretty and gets him ready for the day! He listens only to the simple commands Janus gives him like “suck” or “edge” or “spread” since it’s all he can hang on to without being totally lost to the pleasurable fog that’s settled over his brain. Janus is even nice enough to wipe the drool off his chin and use it to stretch him open!
Logan, alchemist of the Royal Court of the Seven Seas, accidentally turns his prince, Patton, into a human for an hour.
They spend that hour discovering an awful lot about human physiology.
OR:
Nine thousand words of Patton discovering the joys of the human pussy
Logan frowned down at the vial in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. It glowed a bright pink colour, light glinting off the beads of Logan’s jewels.
He couldn’t take it himself. If it was deadly, somehow, he’d need to be able to write that out. And what if it was permanent? And he was stuck as a human forever, locked away from his home and his family? No, he certainly couldn’t take it himself. But he needed to test it. Somehow.
The door to his lab burst open suddenly. He jumped, dropping the vial, which sunk to the ground harmlessly.
“Hey, Lo!” cried the prince, swimming closer. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya! Here.” He passed the potion back to Logan, beaming at him completely remorselessly.
“Ah, good afternoon, your highness,” Logan replied. He raised an eyebrow. “I believe I’ve told you already to knock before coming in here. I could always be working on something dangerous, you can’t just come in like that.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry. I just wanted to see you.”
“You don’t need anything?”
“Nope! Just bored. What’s this? It’s really pretty.”
Logan hesitated. The prince had always had a fascination with humans. Almost an obsession, in fact. He could always be found at the surface, watching the ships and the kingdom above, wistfully imagining what it would be like to live up there in the sunlight.
The alchemist hadn’t told anyone about this new invention of his. It was something he was making for research — to look at human anatomy more closely on a living subject. Nothing gruesome, just the outwardly visible aspects. All the human specimens he could ever get his hands on were usually waterlogged and bloated, or half-eaten by some other creature before he could find it. A living, accurate example would be ideal, but he couldn’t study himself.
Still, he really shouldn’t tell Patton about it. The young man would drink it immediately, regardless of potential risks.
“Do you need to test it?” Patton asked. “I could try it for you. If you need.”
Logan blinked at Patton. “Are you serious?”
“Sure! I’ve got an afternoon free.”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“Well, you wouldn’t give me anything bad, Lo. I trust you. If you need a test subject, I’m good to go.”
“No. I cannot test this on you. I don’t yet know if it’s safe.”
“Well, how are you gonna find out unless you try it, silly?” Patton asked, tilting his head. “You can’t try it on you, ‘cause you won’t be able to tell that it’s dangerous.”
“And if it is dangerous, I certainly can’t test it on you.”
“Just tell me what it does!”
“It’s none of your concern,” Logan snapped, turning his back to Patton to put the potion somewhere safe.
Stupid idea.
The prince, while never excelling at combat, had always been the fastest and most agile opponent in any ring. He shot forwards, weaving under Logan’s arm and snatching the potion from his hand before darting away again.
“Patton!” Logan yelled, spinning to follow him.
“Tell me what it is, or I’ll just drink it.”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Because I’m bored,” Patton groaned, flipping to float limply upside down, hair floating around his head and vial gripped tightly in his fist. “Please, Lo? Just tell me what it does.”
“It— Well, it…” He sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand down his face. “Do you promise to give it back to me if I tell you?”
“Sure.”
“Fine. If it works, it should act as a one-time shapeshifting potion. I need to study anatomy, specifically, the anatomy of a live, untarnished specimen. So it should allow a mermaid to transform into another being temporarily — specifically, for about an hour.”
“What? That’s so cool! What shape?”
“I… that’s not important,” he grumbled. He swam closer, holding his hand out for the potion. “Give it back now.”
Patton dodged him, flipping upright again and swimming backwards faster than Logan would ever be able to forwards. “You said you’d tell me what it does. You won’t tell me what it turns people into. Your side hasn’t been fulfilled.”
“Fine! It would turn them into a human, okay?” Logan snapped.
The prince froze, eyes huge and lips slightly parted. He stared at Logan, who continued to approach slowly, until he finally got close enough to dart forwards and snatch the potion back.
“Wait!” Patton cried, trying to pull it back out of Logan’s hand, but the alchemist was ready this time, and kept it away. “Wait, Logan, please! Please, let me take it, I promise I’ll be okay! Please, please, Lo, let me be human for a minute. Just an hour, right? And then I’ll turn back? Nobody would even know!”
“No, Patton. Absolutely not. Give it to me.”
“Please,” the prince said again, his voice cracking as he cradled the potion to his chest. “I-I mean— Surely it’s better for me to take it than— than someone else? Right? Some poor citizen or— or something. It makes sense! Please, Logan? I’ve dreamed about this my entire life. I can’t just— just watch someone else get it.”
“You wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, your highness. It’s for science. I’d be asking you questions about your new body and you would have to answer. You’d be bored.”
“But I’d be able to feel the sunlight on my face. I’d be able to walk, and feel dry sand, and— and breathe air. Come on, when have you ever made a potion that didn’t work perfectly?”
Logan glared at him. “Give it back to me, now. I will not allow you to drink it.”
“I’m fully grown,” Patton snapped. “I’m capable of making my own decisions about my own safety. You need someone to test this potion on, and I don’t feel comfortable allowing you to test an unknown, potentially dangerous substance on one of my subjects. Including yourself. What sort of prince would I be if I let my people take risks I wasn’t willing to take myself?”
The alchemist sighed heavily, once again closing his eyes to try and rub away the migraine beginning to sweep behind them.
“You—”
He was cut off with a choked, startled gasp. His eyes snapped open, and he found patton, chest heaving and vial empty in his hand. He was staring at it with huge eyes.
“Patton!” Logan yelled, swimming towards the prince as the water around him started to swell and spin.
“Lo— ah!” he cried, dropping the vial and doubling over in agony.
“Patton? Patton!”
Logan continued to fight his way through the current, the water rushing in his ears and drowning out Patton’s next scream of pain. His webbed fingers tensed, curling in tandem with the twisting of his face.
“Patton!” Logan cried. The whirlpool surrounding Patton was getting faster, stark white bubbles beginning to block him from Logan’s view. He was pushed back, away from the prince he’d sworn to protect, thrown into his coral desk. He let out his own cry, just as silenced by the riptide tearing his lab to shreds. He closed his eyes as sediment began to rise and scrape at his skin, still reaching his hands towards Patton.
And then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. Silence reigned once more, save for Logan’s ragged breathing and the soft popping of the bubbles that remained. He opened his eyes, rubbing sand out of them and searching for patton as he did so.
Well, fuck.
There, floating limply in the centre of the lab, was a human. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted and head bowed, his light gold hair buffeting around his head like a tiny halo.
Logan swam towards him, any curiosity disappearing as soon as he realised that his prince was drowning. He wrapped his arms around Patton’s bare torso, ignoring the soft, slippery sensation of scaleless flesh, and dragged him towards the window.
The prince didn’t stir as Logan shot towards the surface so fast his ears popped with the change in pressure. He didn’t stir as the broke the water, the midday sun hitting his face and the cold sea breeze rustling his hair.
Logan turned in a circle, searching for the shore. It wasn’t too far — a hundred feet out or so. At least Logan could continue to breathe above water, unlike most merpeople, so he could watch over the prince while he recovered on the beach.
He dragged Patton onto shore, and then began attempting to rouse him.
“Wake up. Patton. You need to wake up, Patton, please. Your highness, please— fuck—”
Suddenly, the boy sucked in a deep, heaving breath. He twisted onto his front, hands and knees still in the water as he coughed up what he’d swallowed, retching into the foamy tide.
“Breathe. You have to breathe, it’s just like being underwater. It’s okay, Patton.”
“Lo—” the prince choked, dragging himself away from the water and sucking in deep, desperate breaths. Logan’s ears, unused to hearing through air and usually relying on bubbles to carry sounds to him, barely even picked up on the sound. He hoped his voice wasn’t too loud.
“It’s okay, you’re alright. You’re okay, just breathe.”
“It’s— Am I—”
“You should know, Patton, you drank my potion. I told you what would happen.”
“I’m human?” Patton cried, throwing himself to the side so he could sit on the sand. He stared at his legs, reaching down to grab at his toes with a delighted laugh that devolved into another fit of coughing.
“No. You’re a mer in the form of a human. Do not mistake them.”
Patton ignored him, still coughing slightly as he wiggled his new limbs. “This is so cool!”
“That was reckless and stupid,” Logan snapped. “What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry! But it’s fine, see? I’m fine!”
“You almost drowned!”
“But I didn’t,” Patton answered dismissively. “You saved me! How do I do the— the walking thing?”
“How should I know?” Logan snapped, but patton was already rushing to his feet, stumbling forwards and falling onto his face. The irritation disappeared immediately as he jerked forwards. “Patton! Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” Patton gushed.He twisted around so that he was sat on the wet sand, the tide brushing up his hips. “This is hard.”
“Humans usually take a couple of years to learn it,” Logan said. “Don’t worry, you don’t really need to be able to walk. What… what does it feel like?”
“Weird. It’s… it’s not really that different to if I had a tail? But they move separately. It’s weird. What are the different bits?”
Logan smiled. He dragged himself using his arms until he was right beside Patton in the surf. He took one of Patton’s legs into his hands, holding him gently by his foot.
“So,” he said. “These, obviously, are legs. Crustaceans have them, as well as crustacean mer. On the ends of the leg, humans have feet. They usually have five toes on each foot— that’s this little—”
Patton yelped, his leg kicking out as Logan brushed his finger against the toes. Logan startled violently, dropping the limb back into the water.
“Did that hurt? Are you alright?” he asked sharply.
The prince laughed. “No! Sorry, that wasn’t on purpose? It tickled! The feet are, like, super ticklish!”
Shoulders relaxing, Logan huffed a small chuckle. “Oh. Well, good. Anyway, those are toes. They help humans balance.”
Patton giggled at him, and he walked him through the basic anatomy for the rest of the leg. It was mostly things he’d learned from crustaceans, or sea birds. In this aspect, humans weren’t all that unique. Although, ticklishness was a feature Logan hadn’t yet heard about.
“Where is their egg sac?” Patton asked, once they’d finished studying his legs and he’d gotten a bit better at standing on them. He’d begun pacing slightly, eyes locked onto his feet as he mechanically, carefully moved around. once he’d left the tide, Logan had pushed himself back again, until he was mostly submerged and his weight was back on the water, rather than the corase, half-dry sand.
“Well, that’s a rather fascinating part,” Logan explained. “It isn’t what we’re going to study today, for obvious reasons, but humans don’t have egg sacs. Well, not really. They don’t call them that, at least. There are, in basic terms, two biological sexes. Each sex has a different reproductive organ. Females contain their eggs within themself, while males fertilise it, similarly to most mer.”
“Wow!” Patton said. He’d raised his volume so the sound could still get to Logan. “And they can’t change it? Their— sex.”
“They can medically, but not at will. Fascinatingly it appears you have been given a vagina through the potion. How odd.”
“So… this bit is normally for the females?” Patton asked, looking down at his crotch.
“Yes. Gender is different for humans. As your mer genealogy allows you to change your sexual characteristics at will, I expect the potion turned you into whichever way you were leaning at the time of consumption.”
“Huh… so what do the men get?”
“A penis. It is external, and intended to be inserted into the vagina — that is what you currently possess — in order to reproduce.”
“Oh, okay. So… basically the same a mer, then, right?”
“Essentially. Except the fertilisation always occurs internally, and the eggs are not laid, they grow into the offspring itself, like with sharks or whales.”
“Oh. So they don’t hatch?”
“No. They grow inside the female, and then the female gives birth to them. That part is fairly similar to the laying of eggs, but the offspring is fully formed as a human youngling, there is no external gestation.”
“That’s so weird. But they must be so small? Humans are so much smaller than sharks. And whales.”
“Ah, no. They’re small, yes, but big enough for it to be an extremely difficult and painful process. Before their medicine advanced, it was often fatal. They’re very inefficiently evolved. But that isn’t what we were—”
“That’s awful,” Patton said, eyebrows creasing. “How did the babies get out, then?”
“The vagina is a hole. The babies are pushed out of it. But, Patton, please focus—”
“There’s a hole?”
The prince reached down between his legs, squatting slightly to open the slit and poking his fingers around the flesh between.
“Where? I can’t find it.”
“You don’t need to, that isn’t what I wanted to—”
“Oh! I’ve got it! So, what, they put the man’s penis inside?”
“They do. But—”
“How big are they? The penises, I mean? Does it hurt them to do that as well? ‘Cause this feels kinda small.”
“I— I don’t know. That doesn’t come up in the records. From the little I’ve gathered, I believe it is supposed to be pleasant.”
“Pleasant how?”
“I don’t know, Patton,” Logan snapped, an inexplicable heat rushing up his chest to his ears. They were straying farther and farther from scientific collaboration, although, he shouldn’t have been surprised given that his collaborator was Patton. “Now, can we focus?”
“I am focussing! This is part of the human anatomy, right?”
“Yes, but I’m not interested in reproduction—”
Patton ignored him. “What’s this other bit?”
“What other bit?” Logan asked, averting his eyes as a furiously embarrassed flush seated through him.
“It’s like…” The prince huffed frustratedly, and lay down on the sand, knees raised and legs open, fingers still groping and pressing his own flesh. He used them to part the lips of his new organ, and then poked at a small hooded bundle at the top. “This. Do you see it? It feels like a sort of… ball?”
“I don’t know what that is,” Logan said, barely adoring it a glance. “Just skin, probably. Humans have lots spare, it probably just bundles.”
“I don’t… I don’t think so,” Patton murmured. He continued to press on the spot, fingers feelings at the spot.
Suddenly, he gasped, a hitching, shaky noise. His hand jerked away, and he slammed his legs closed, staring at Logan with huge eyes.
“What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“No,” Patton murmured. His chest was flushing, breathing trembling as he continued to stare at Logan.
“Patton? What’s the matter?” the alchemist asked, alarm making his fins stand on end as he desperately fought the urge to beach himself and check on the prince.
“Nothing,” he said, face blushing that equally-pretty pink.
“Okay? So… can we focus? Please? You stole the potion that was supposed to be used for research, the least you could— What are you doing?”
The prince had clearly stopped listening. He’d opened his legs back up, and his thin, webless fingers were once again between his legs. He wasn’t even looking at Logan, eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed, mouth hanging open as his hips pressed themselves closer to his hand.
“Patton?” Logan asked, and he suddenly felt bafflingly off-kilter, throat dry and words sticking to its walls.
“Lo…” Patton whispered, and something electric shot down Logan’s spine at the sound. The Prince’s voice was shaky and rough, pitched low in a way it never had been before.
“What are you doing?” Logan asked again, several octaves higher.
“I don’t know,” the prince answered. He opened his eyes, looking at Logan through half-lids, his new, long eyelashes hiding his irises. He drew in another tremulous gasp, and sighed, tilting his head back. “I don’t know, but it— it feels nice, it feels really— Logan—”
The last word came out as a moan, and that same electric sensation tingled in Logan’s body. He felt breathless, which was ridiculous because he could breathe out of water, he knew he could, he’d observed humans for years with no respiratory issues, and yet he felt like now he wasn’t getting quite enough oxygen.
“Stop that,” he croaked.
“Why?” Patton asked, not stopping even a little bit, as his fingers rubbed against that ball and his legs flexed to push his hips towards them.
Because I don’t understand what you’re doing, Logan thought, but he couldn’t just admit that, he was supposed to be some sort of expert in humanity.
“It could hurt you,” he said instead. The prince laughed, breathless and high-pitched.
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels so good. It’s like— Hou should be writing this down. Whatever— ah, oh, gods— whatever this is is what we need to be studying, it’s—” His back arched, and his fingers dipped lower, nearer to the hole that Logan could just about see.
“Oh!” Patton gasped, cutting himself off. His movements halted, and he frowned curiously.
“What?”
“It’s… slimy? Like… wet, but thicker.”
“That’s… odd.”
“Is it meant to happen? Is it ‘cause it feels good?”
“I… perhaps? Or maybe… maybe coitus isn’t as easy on the female as I thought, and it’s some sort of lubricating agent to make insertion easier.”
“Huh?” Patton asked, his hand moving back up to the bit of flesh he’d been initially interested in. “Oh, gods, it feels way better with the wet stuff—”
“Patton, we need to focus, please,” Logan tried, eyes glued to the glistening between Patton’s legs, to the way he seemed so desperate for whatever stimulation that tiny little bundle of nerves could possibly be giving him.
“You said they put stuff in the hole?”
“Not stuff. The man’s penis goes inside, yes. I don’t believe they just shove anything up there. It has a use.”
“D’you think that feels as good as this?” Patton choked. “What if I put my fingers in? Would that feel as good?”
“I— No. Probably not. Don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“It could hurt you,” Logan snapped, voice tight again.
Patton huffed out a breath. He dipped his fingers lower again, the middle one feeling at the entrance to the hole.
“Patton,” Logan begged, running a hand through his hair just so he had something to do with it that wasn’t reaching out to touch his prince.
“Hold on, Lo. Gimme a sec, I… I think…” He hissed slightly as he began to press his finger in, and then drew it back out.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked, once again pushing himself nearer to the prince.
“That did actually kinda hurt. Hang on, I’m gonna get my hand more slippery.”
“Just— Patton, please, just stop and let’s go back to—0”
“This is good info! You clearly don’t know what it is, so we’re learning new things!”
Logan watched, speechless, as Patton pushed his middle finger in again. He let out a little noise of discomfort, but kept pushing inwards, tilting his hips to make the angle easier.
Patton mumbled something that Logan didn’t hear. Then, he raised his voice. “It doesn’t feel good, but— I feel like it could?”
He drew the finger out, gasping softly as he did so, and then pushed it back in.
“Oh— that’s— that’s better, that—”
Logan continued to stare as Patton pulled out again, and then pressed the fourth finger up beside his middle and pushed them both in.
This time, he gasped loudly, whimpering. His hips pushed downwards, towards his fingers, lifting slightly off the ground as he threw his head back. He was still slightly damp from the sea, droplets of water clinging to his pale skin, glistening like jewels in the sunlight on the column of his throat, and Logan wanted to grab him—
He screwed his eyes closed, ducking his head into the water to try and shock the thoughts from his mind. That wasn’t proper. If anything, it was downright threatening, and he should…
Well. He shouldn’t have allowed this in the first place.
His head breached the surface again, and he glanced to find patton moving his hand more intently. At this angle, Logan couldn’t see the hole, the way the long, slender limbs seemed to disappear into it. But he could see the tilt of Patton’s hips, the dense, golden hair that brushed against his palm, the way his thighs and calves flexed in movement against the sand.
“Patton,” he said darkly, and the prince moaned.
“Logan—” he choked, voice high and desperate, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving, mouth wide open even when he was silent. “Lo, gods, I’m— it’s so good, it feels— it’s—”
“Please stop,” Logan begged. His throat was tight, fingers flexing at his sides to try and push down the urge to reach out. He didn’t even know what he would do once he was touching the prince. But the noises coming from Patton’s mouth were making Logan’s scales stand on edge and he’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to hear more, louder, he wanted them to be because of him.
As usual, though, Patton ignored his pleas for sensibility. He continued to push and pull his fingers in and out, getting faster, wrist moving to get deeper and deeper. Logan dipped his neck back into the water, sucking in water breathlessly as he watched.
Patton let out a breathy sound. His hips pushed down, and his other hand snapped to the side, rubbing at the little nub of flesh that had caused such a reaction earlier. The broken, chesty moan was even louder this time. His foot jerked, and his knees fell to the ground, feet together and knees pushed wide open, back arching and toes curling as his fingers pushed deeper and deeper into that wet hole. His eyes opened, pupils blown wide as he looked down to watch his own body in awe. Logan wasn’t sure he would look any better.
“Lo,” Patton whined, gaze flicking up to meet Logan’s, and the same shock of electricity ran down his body as their eyes met. “Logan, please—”
“I don’t understand what you’re asking for,” Logan choked.
“‘S so good. So, so good, I’m— It’s like— It feels so good—”
Logan swallowed again. Patton’s movements reached a newer frenzy, his noises almost like screams as he rubbed hard and fast against that bundle of nerves, fingers slamming in and out of himself brutally. His legs kicked, and jerked, and he curled in on himself briefly. His hips twitched, voice cutting out as his mouth opened in a wide, silent scream.
“Patton?” Logan asked, panic once again gripping his own throat as his prince’s face twisted in what looked like agony. His back arched outwards again as he convulsed, fingers suddenly stilling within himself, as deep as he’d managed to get them. Logan jerked closer to him, but he couldn’t actually leave the water, and he was stuck anyway.
But then, Patton fell still. His fingers slipped out from between his legs as his body went limp, and he stared up at the sky, panting, race red and eyes wide.
“Patton?” Logan said again.
“I’m good,” the prince whispered. “That was… That was unbelievable.”
“Are you alright?”
“Alright? That was fantastic. Logan, it was like— It was like… like an explosion. Inside me. Like an explosion of nice and good feelings, you know, but physical good, not like feelingsy good. Does that make sense?”
“Not… really, no,” Logan croaked. He swallowed thickly, staring at Patton for several long seconds, and then his eyes darted away as they found themselves drawing nearer to that little slit between his legs.
And then, it felt like his heart stopped.
Further up the beach, too far to have been able to see Logan but plenty close enough to spot Patton and his nudity and his activities, was a fisherman. And he was watching Patton intently, standing stock-still and mouth hanging open.
“Patton!” Logan hissed, and the regency in his voice finally drew Patton’s attention.
“Hm? Are you okay?”
“There’s a person! Come in the water and hide!”
Patton’s eyes widened, and Logan watched as he turned to the side, his eyes landing on the human, and he felt his stomach sink at the expression of wonder on his face. He glanced at Logan, but turned back to the man.
“Patton!” Logan implored. This time, Patton ignored him entirely. He raised his arm above his head and waved in greeting.
The human waved back. Then, it began to walk closer.
“Patton, i’m serious. Humans are not to be trifled with. They are dangerous enough to one another, let alone mer!”
“But it thinks I’m human. I’ll be fine, i’m just gonna say hi!”
“I cannot protect you while you’re on land! Please, Patton, just listen to me—”
“I’m saying hi,” Patton said resolutely, and then the human was too close for them to exchange words.
It hadn’t spotted Logan. Its eyes were locked onto Patton, hungry like a predator smelling blood. It said something, and Patton tilted his head in confusion. Logan couldn’t hear what they were saying. Fuck, he wished he could hear them.
Logan watched, helpless and furious, as the thing raised it’s hand to touch Patton’s face. Patton flinched, and the skin on his face darkened to a bright crimson. The man leaned down to bring their faces together, and Patton giggled loudly enough that even Logan heard it. The prince looked over at the water, and Logan ducked his head down. It felt wrong to be watching this. He wouldn’t leave, in case Patton needed assistance, or something, but the prince didn’t know he was being watched. The giggle made it abundantly clear that Patton wasn’t disliking his encounter, and he’d always been so fascinated with humans that it probably could constitute a fetish.
Fine. He could have his fun. But Logan would do his duty as Patton’s servant and physician and ensure that he was safe. If that meant he had to… watch… well.
He supposed he would make such a sacrifice.
Then, the two were kissing. It looked intense. Patton’s thighs pressed together, his hips jerking towards the man just like they had towards his own hand earlier. Then, he flinched away, laughing loudly and nervously, his face bright red.
“Sorry!” he yelped, his voice cracking, and the man’s shoulders shook with a laugh. Logan narrowed his eyes.
Slowly, the man’s other hand began to dance at Patton’s waist as they began to kiss once more. Patton pressed closer to the man, and Logan once more had the sensation of being unable to breathe. He panted, his both warm as he watch Patton spread his thighs slightly. The man pushed his knee between them, and Patton’s legs appeared to buckle. The man moved like he was laughing again, and said something. With an overeager nod, Patton sat down hard, and then lay back. The man messed with the clothing at his navel, and then pushed it down, so that his rear and the tops of his thighs were visibile. Logan wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight of his reproductive organ, and then the man was lying down, on top of Patton, his knees on either side of Patton’s waist. He put an elbow in the side next to Patton’s head, but his other hand stayed at his penis, stroking it slowly.
“Is that your— your penis?” Patton asked loudly. Hm. So he’d remembered that part of the lecture. At least Logan had managed to teach him something of use in this excursion.
The two talked for a moment. Logan was feeling the boiling hot rage beginning to wane as his pulse lowered. The man didn’t appear to want to hurt Patton. Patton seemed to be having fun, if the way he was grinning and gasping and arching his back suggested anything.
Then, the man was standing up. Patton followed after a moment, but only moved to his knees. He wobbled slightly, probably unused to the new balance of weight. He steadied himself using the man’s thighs for support.
They exchanged a few more words. Patton looked up at the man, smiling brightly, and opened his mouth wide.
The next few minutes were… interesting. They started off slow. Patton did most of the work, his head moving slowly back and forth. Logan felt… hot again. He was tingling, in a way he hadn’t in years. He felt like he’d been stung by some kind of jellyfish. He wanted to kill this man. He wanted to take Patton deep into the ocean, farther than any mer had ever gone, and he wanted to use him—
Fuck. Logan ducked his head under the water again to cool down. He was here trying to protect the prince, to teach him, not to… lust for him.
When he raised his head again, he discovered that the man was moving his hips. Patton was still now, the man holding his head in each of his hands and moving himself in and out of his mouth.
Logan could just see enough to recognise that Patton’s eyes were screwed shut. He frowned, as his hands started pushing at the man’s thighs. The dick pulled out. Logan saw Patton cough and spit, and the human petted the top of his hair gently, before Patton raised his head and he was pushing back in. Logan stared as the man got rougher. He pulled at Patton’s hair, jerking him forward and backwards furiously and holding himself still. Then, he pressed all the way in. Logan’s fingers were playing at his own slit, his dick unsheathing itself from within him so he could squeeze it. The man was still holding himself all the way into Patton, the prince’s nose pushed flat.
He needed the prince back. It wasn’t fair. Who the fuck was this— this thing to be touching the crown prince of the seven seas? At least Logan knew him, at least he cared for him.
He squeezed himself. Then, he felt something wrap around his tail, and he was dragged backwards into the water.
“Logan!” a voice crowed. His tail was released, and he spun around. a mass of green tentacles found his vision, and he froze.
“Remus…” he said slowly. He lowered his hands to cover himself, but it was too late. The mer’s face appeared as he drew all his tentacles backwards.
“Well, look who’s getting all firm in the fins over a couple’a humans,” he teased, and Logan rolled his eyes.
He hated Remus. They hadn’t interacted in years. They’d each been training as the court’s alchemist, but Remus had started getting too experimental. Too controversial. He was expelled from the training program, and Logan never saw him again.
Until, apparently, right now.
“So, what’s up? I haven’t seen you this close to land since we were experimenting little guppies—”
“We were hardly guppies,” Logan snapped. He wanted to go back to the surface, to watch as Patton let himself be defiled by that two-legged beast. For safety purposes, of course.
“You missed it, then? I’ll admit, these two are fun. Haven’t seen a facefucking like this in decades, they all got too ashamed to let it happen on the beach. They hide under towels and shit. Boring!”
“I’m not watching them for pleasure,” Logan spat.
“Oh yeah? Why, then?” One of the tentacles twisted closer and ran up the side of Logan’s dick. He gasped, electricity shooting up his spine.
“Fuck! Don’t—” he began breathlessly. “I need to— watch.”
“Oh, I bet you do. Just like old times, right?”
“Shut up. This has nothing to do with you.”
Remus hummed. Another of his tentacles stroked Logan’s arm, and the mer barely managed to contain the sound his throat tried to make.
“Remus, please. I have to watch. This is— Very important to me.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“Do not disturb them. Do not interrupt them. They cannot know you’re here.”
“Fine! I can do a little bit of voyeur action.”
His tentacles shuddered in pleasure, and Logan shook his head. He swam back to his original position, and lifted his head above the water again.
Oh, Poseidon—
He almost moaned just at the sight of them. Patton was lying on his back once more. The human was doing a sort of plank above him, his hips still at Patton’s face as he pistoned his hips in and out of the prince’s mouth. He was moaning loudly enough for Logan to hear him, crying out praises, telling Patton how good he felt. Logan swallowed thickly as Remus wrapped a tentacle loosely around his tail. Its tip flicked the end of Logan’s dick.
“Remus,” he whispered tightly.
“Shh… You wouldn’t want us to be spotted, right?” Remus hissed. “You like watching them, don’t you? You’re getting off to it.”
“It isn’t the— fuck, Remus— Stop, I don’t want to finish with you.”
“Oh? You saving up for someone?” Remus asked, but he obediently pulled his tentacle away from him. Logan missed it, slightly, but he was glad that he was coming back down. He didn’t want to— to jerk off watching Patton get fucked in the mouth by some human. But, fuck, he did want to.
The man got faster. Then, he gripped Patton by the hair again and lifted him. The man was kneeling now, with Patton half-seated beneath him. The human fucked him faster and faster, and Patton’s eyes rolled back into his head as his nose was pressed to the man’s front once again. The man was talking, but quieter. Logan couldn’t hear him.
Finally, he pulled out fully. His cock was soft now, and he released Patton to pull up his pants. The prince turned and choked, spitting onto the ground. His arms were shaking, and the man crouched down and stroked his hair. He said something softly, and Patton nodded, raising his head. The man touched his chin tenderly, and leaned down to kiss Patton again. Then, he stood up, and he walked away.
Logan stared as he prince collapsed onto the sand, his arms and legs splayed wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. Neither moved for several minutes. Logan waited, staring, and as soon as the man disappeared past the rocks he jerked forwards and pulled himself into the shallow.
“Logan? Logan!” Remus hissed, then he cackled.
“Lo? You still here?” Patton asked. He raised his head, and he smiled when he met Logan’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
Patton’s face was flushed and his eyes were glassy. His lips were swollen, but curved into an exhausted smile. “Uh-huh. That was— That was amazing. I— It sounds so weird, but I couldn’t breathe, and it—” He moaned lowly. “My brain, like, shut off. It was amazing. I can tell you all sorts about male anatomy now.”
“I don’t want to know about that,” Logan snapped. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Logan, do you know this little thing?” Remus asked, and Patton startled, shooting upright.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“He’s nobody,” Logan snapped, shooting a glare at Remus.
“I’m Remus, my darling. “Who are you? How do you know the ocean’s resident nerd, here?”
“I’m Prince Patton of the Seven Seas, son of—”
“That is enough, Patton. Do not speak to him. Remus, go away.”
Remus cackled. “Absolutely not! How the fuck do you have legs, your highness?”
“Logan make a potion that did it.”
“Patton! Stop talking to him.
“Hmm… I see you’ve been having fun with it,” said Remus, nodding at the glistening wetness between Patton’s legs.
The prince flushed, closing his thighs and glancing at Logan shortly, before he looked away again with an even brighter red face.
“Did it feel… good, little prince?” Remus asked.
“Yeah,” Patton croaked, ignoring Logan’s warnings. “It felt really good. What was it?”
“That, your highness, was called an orgasm. Humans get them when they’re fucking.”
“When they’re… fucking?”
“It’s a crude piece of slang for procreating—0”
Remus cackled. “No, it isn’t,” he drawled, turning to Logan with heavy-lidded eyes. His gaze scraped back to Patton as he began speaking again, and the prince tensed when they landed on him. “Procreating is for making babies. Fucking? Fucking is to feel that. Just for the joy of it, just so you can get as close as possible to someone else and scream for them because they make you feel so good. They’re not the same thing.”
Patton swallowed thickly. “O-Oh.”
“Oh? That’s it?”
“Um… no?”
“Patton, you do not need to continue answering his questions!” Logan snapped. “Come into the water, I’ll take you somewhere safer from humans.”
“I’m not in danger, Lo. He didn’t hurt me. He kept asking if I was okay. He was nice… It was nice.”
Remus chuckled slowly. “You want me to show you something else nice?” he asked. Patton frowned at him, but stood up, slowly walking closer.
“Patton, do not—”
“That’s enough from you,” Remus sang, and his tentacles shot out and wrapped around the bottom of Logan’s head, covering his mouth. Immediately, Logan tried to pull away, fingers digging into the meat of the appendage. Remus snorted and wrapped another around his wrist, tugging it away. Another caught his other hand, and then they were being held behind his back. Shame crept up his neck at the way the position made his whole body burn.
Patton waded into the water, eyes locked on Remus. Logan clenched his jaw, pulling at the restraints behind his back and trying to speak through the tentacle around his mouth. The prince hesitated, the water up to his knees, and turned to glance at Logan.
“Is he… Is he okay?” he asked, directing the question at Remus.
“He’s fine. We used to play this game all the time, right, Lobear?”
Logan glared at him, shaking his head.
“Oh, please, Logan! Why are you hogging all the fun? He’s gonna love it!”
“Let him talk,” Patton said sharply, and Remus gave him an exaggerated bow. The tentacle slithered back from Logan’s mouth, and he growled at Remus.
“You know you cannot touch him,” he snapped. “He is the crown prince. You can’t do this with him.”
“Do what?” Patton asked. “I don’t— He isn’t going to hurt me, Lo. Right?”
“Of course not! Like I said: I’m here to make you feel good.”
Patton nodded slowly, and turned back to Logan with a smile. “See? It’s all okay. I’m not a guppy anymore. I’ve come of age. I came of age years ago. I’d be king if papa were to step down. I need to learn how the world works at some point.”
“Patton, he is a very dangerous individual—”
“Logie, if you wanted to fuck him first, all you had to do was ask!” Remus interrupted.
Immediately, Logan felt all of the blood rush to his face. Patton stared at him, smile disappearing in an instant. “Lo, is that… true?”
“No! Of course not. That would be wildly inappropriate.”
“I wouldn’t be mad,” Patton said slowly. “I mean, I… you…”
“Patton, you are my prince. You are his prince. None of this is appropriate. If your father found out we were even discussing such things—”
“I’m not exactly gonna tell him about any of this, Logan. He’d kill me, too. Just… you can tell me. Do you— Would you…?”
“Would I what, Patton?”
Remus grinned toothily, moving nearer to Logan and using his tentacles to push Logan closer to the prince. “Wouldn’t you like to make him feel good?”
“Of course I would. I always want him to feel good.”
“But— But to feel like that? I sort of… I kept wishing— I liked that you… watched. I wanted you to… do… more. Than watch.”
“What?” Logan choked.
“He wanted you to touch him,” Remus whispered. “He wanted you to grab him and hold him and push your fingers inside his wet little hole, didn’t you, my prince?”
Logan’s eyes flicked to Patton, who was suddenly flushing a dark pink again, breathing coming fast and teeth biting into his bottom lip. The alchemist frowned, and ducked his head under the water to find Patton’s bare legs wrapped in a pair of thick, green tentacles. Each of them ended in a pointed tip, which circled the little bundle of flesh Patton had loved so much earlier.
Something bubbled up in Logan’s chest, something dark and terrible that made him want to rip those awful appendages off Remus’ body, but he pushed it down, bursting from under the water and shooting Remus a withering glare.
“You seem to have that quite under control,” he snapped, shaking free of Remus’ restraints. “Patton, I will be back when the time for the potion’s effects have ended. Do not leave this area.”
“Wait!” Patton yelped. “Hold on, Lo, I— I want you. Can you stay?”
“If you’re scared, tell him to release you and we can continue with our research.”
It came out petulant, whiny, like he was a child asking his friend to choose between them.
“I’m not scared. I don’t want him to stop…” Patton whispered. “I just— I want— I want you, too.”
Logan stared at him. “I… Patton, we cannot…”
“Why? I won’t tell anyone if you don’t…”
“I’m meant to serve you—”
Remus cackled. “Oh, you can serve him alright!”
Logan shot him another glare. “Patton…”
“C’mon, Lo… make him feel good. Don’t you wanna show him how it’d feel for someone else to touch him? To hold him?”
“I’m too old for…” Logan tried weakly.
“Oh, please. When we were his age we were well into our careers.”
“You don’t have a career.”
“Logan. He is in front of you, and he’s horny as fuck ‘cause that rotten little human got him nice and riled and then just left him here all hot and bothered. He’s done it with himself, now he needs to find out how it feels with someone else.”
Patton moaned quietly, his voice cracking. “C’mon, Lo. I want it to be you. I want you to… If you want it, why are you saying no?”
Logan swallowed. “Because, I… Wouldn’t it be wrong?”
“No. We’re adults. We both want it. What’s wrong about that?”
“Fuck,” Logan whispered, and then he surged forwards. Remus released his arms, and Patton’s mouth was slamming into Logan’s. The prince gasped. His arms wrapped around Logan’s neck as the alchemist’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and then their tongues were brushing.
Logan felt like he was going to faint. He tried to duck them under the water to cool himself back down, but a tentacle around Patton’s waist held him up.
“Wh…?” Logan asked.
“He can’t go under,” Remus said softly. “He can’t breathe.”
“I need— I need to be down there, I’m—”
“Oh, Logan. All the fun stuff is down there. He wants you down there more than anything.”
Logan looked at Patton, who stared back, eyes glassy and unfocussed as he nodded. “Please. Please,” he whispered.
Nodding, Logan released him. He turned to Remus. “We have to go further out. I won’t risk him being in contact with another person. Can you carry him?”
“Of course. Lead the way, Logiebear.”
Ten minutes later, they were in the middle of the ocean. There was no land for miles, just the line of the horizon and the deep blue of their home, and Patton want mumbling again, begging Logan to touch him. Nodding, Logan pressed their mouths together and then he ducked down beneath the surface.
Logan swallowed. He stared at the slit between Patton’s legs, at the patch of golden fuzz there. Remus’ were now wrapped around the prince’s waist, holding him above the water.
Slowly, gently, Logan grabbed Patton’s thighs. He pushed them apart, and Remus helped, lifting his weight underwater so that he was no longer standing, his legs spreading open as far as they could go immediately. The hole was visible now, properly, and he could even see the ball of skin Patton had talked about. He stared, desperate to commit it to memory for his sketches later. As desperate as he was to touch, he was still a scientist. He poked at the skin just outside the hole, fingers skirting around its edge, and Patton jerked. The hole shot towards Logan, who startled, using both hands to hold Patton steady by his ass. His face was much closer now, and he leaned in, tongue darting out to lick at the pouch of nerves at the apex of the slit.
The reaction was instantaneous. Patton’s hands shot down to grip Logan’s hair, pushing his face further against him, and Logan obeyed, licking up past the hole to the nerves. He heard Patton wail through the water, and began to suck on the bundle.
What had Remus called it? The clitoris? It was like a button. Logan’s tongue pressed against it, and Patton bucked in his grip, hands tightening in Logan’s hair and tugging at the base. He couldn’t taste much beyond the salt of the water around them, but he licked it like it was the most wondrous thing he’d ever had in his mouth.
Well. That wasn’t exactly hard. It was rather incredible. He pushed against Patton’s backside, pressing him harder against his own mouth. His tongue ventured lower, lips pressing against the prince’s hole like a kiss, and his tongue darted in. He pushed it further, releasing Patton’s ass with one hand to roll the little ball of flesh under his thumb. Patton’s legs kicked, and Logan reluctantly pulled away.
He didn’t like how muffled everything was under the water. He wanted to see Patton, to hear him, to know whether he was crying out Logan’s name or enjoying his ministrations too much to even form words.
He breached the water to find Remus watching Patton with a grin, tentacles wrapped around his torso, playing with his chest and sucking at his neck. He pressed his mouth into Patton’s rushedly, his fingers tightening in his hair, and the prince moaned loudly against him, arms wrapping around his neck.
“I want to hear you properly. We need to find a— a rock, or something, somewhere we can both be above water.”
Remus cackled. “Oh, I think I can handle that just fine,” he said. Several more tentacles reached out from behind him, hoisting patton above the water and turning him so that he was in the position of laying down, but several inches above the water. They held him up by his ankles and knees, holding his legs wide open, and the ones that had been toying with his nipples wrapped more securely around his chest and under his armpits.
“Lo— Logan, please, do that again, with your mouth— it feels so good, please make me feel good,” Patton panted, eyes half-lidded as he stared at Logan, who was now right in front of the hole. He licked his lips, eyes locked onto Patton’s, and bent his neck back down to continue mouthing at Patton’s slit.
This time, the prince’s voice was perfectly clear to him. He groaned so loudly it felt like it shook logan’s bones. He felt his dick poking out again. His fingers, blunt and round, dug into Logan’s hair and massaged his scalp.
“Fuck, Logan— Oh, Lo, please, just like that. Poseidon, I’m— It feels so— Oh, Logan, please—” His voice cut off with a gasp, and then another shuddering moan.
Logan sucked hard on the bundle of nerves Patton had liked. His tongue pressed flat against the slit, rubbing up and down, and then he slid it into the hole.
“Logan!” Patton wailed. “Logan, fuck, more, I want— Please, Logan, I want more, I want— Oh, Poseidon, don’t stop—”
Well. That was a rather mixed message.
He hadn’t expected to wish that he, too, was a human. He wanted so badly to push his fingers into that hole, to feel the warmth inside Patton. He moaned against Patton’s crotch, the thought sending dizziness through him once more.
“Patton, can I fuck you?” Logan asked, panting.
“Yes, yes, anything, Logan, I want you inside me.”
Logan groaned. He shot a look at Remus, who was watching them closely, and dipped Patton back into the water. Immediately, Logan rose, taking himself in his hand.
“Will this hurt?” Patton asked.
“I— I don’t— Tell me if… Tell me if it does. I don’t know if human’s are… different.”
Patton nodded, his mouth pressing against Logan’s again.
“Remus,” Logan gasped. “Help me— Get me inside him, please.”
Remus snorted. He obeyed, though. One of his thinner tentacles wrapped around Logan’s dick and lined it up as Logan went back to pushing his tongue into Patton’s mouth. Remus angled Patton properly.
“Playing with my dollies,” he said, nonsensically, and Logan ignored him. Then, he was pushing into Patton’s wet, warm hole. It was tighter than mer genitalia. They both groaned loudly. Patton pulled out of the kiss to mouth at the gills on Logan’s neck, and Logan swore.
“Are you in pain?” Logan asked tightly.
“No. You feel so good.”
“Good.”
Logan, and, probably, with help from Remus, lifted Patton up and pulled him back down, fucking him slowly and gently. He ground himself into Patton’s hole and lowered one of his hands to press against the hood of skin. Patton whined, moving his hips in tandem with Logan’s thrusting.
“You feel so good. This— ah, Lo, this is so much better than fingers. Oh, gods—”
“I know. Remus?” Logan gasped.
“Yes, dearest?”
“Choke him. Gently.”
Patton moaned, and a tentacle wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to turn the sound wheezy. His hands tangled into the back of Logan’s hair, tugging. Logan kissed him again.
“You’re so good. I hated seeing that man touch you. I was so angry,” Logan whispered. “I wanted it to be me. I’m— fuck— I’m relieved he was stupid enough to waste the opportunity to fuck you properly. Fuck— Mine, all mine—”
Patton’s eyes closed tightly. He threw his head back. Logan moved his fingers faster, rubbing harder as Remus started fucking Patton onto him faster and faster.
“Patton—” Logan choked. He could feel himself getting close. He’d been too worked up for too long. He didn’t want this to end yet, but he could feel it building and building—
He rubbed at Patton faster. The prince bucked, his eyes snapping open to meet Logan’s. His face was red. Neither of them spoke, the sounds around them just their splashing and their panting breaths, and then Patton’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his whole body tensed. Logan groaned as he squeezed him tightly, and felt himself peak. He pulled Patton in for another kiss as he came into him, and Patton shuddered, moaning loudly.
They lapsed into quiet as they came down from their orgasms. Remus released Patton’s neck, and they panted, their foreheads pressing together.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
“I wanna do that every single day,” Patton answered in a croak.
Remus cackled beside them. “Aw, the little prince is a sex fiend! Remind you of anything, Logie?”
“Shut up, Remus.”
“Thank you for the help, Remus,” Patton said. He turned, smiling shyly. “The, um… The choking was… nice. You were right. That was way better than doing it by myself.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. Watching you got me hot enough I’ll be riding this high for a month, easy. Anyway, I’m gonna get back to my business now. You crazy kids have fun.”
Logan rolled his eyes, but braced to take Patton’s weight as the tentacles retracted from around him. He moved to float on his back, and Patton rested on his tail, straddling it.
“How long do we have left of the hour?” the prince asked.
Logan looked at the position of the sun. He hummed thoughtfully. “Not long.”
“Sorry I wasted your potion…” Patton mumbled. “I know you really wanted to do the sciencey stuff with it.”
Logan snorted on a laugh. he pulled Patton down by his face and kissed him deeply. “I certainly wouldn’t call it a waste.”
summary: Logan, alchemist of the Royal Court of the Seven Seas, accidentally turns his prince, Patton, into a human for an hour.
They spend that hour discovering an awful lot about human physiology.
OR:
Nine thousand words of Patton discovering the joys of the human pussy
kinks/warnings: first time, first time masturbating, loss of virginity, blowjobs, face fucking, eating out, tentacles, choking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex
Logan frowned down at the vial in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. It glowed a bright pink colour, light glinting off the beads of Logan’s jewels.
He couldn’t take it himself. If it was deadly, somehow, he’d need to be able to write that out. And what if it was permanent? And he was stuck as a human forever, locked away from his home and his family? No, he certainly couldn’t take it himself. But he needed to test it. Somehow.
The door to his lab burst open suddenly. He jumped, dropping the vial, which sunk to the ground harmlessly.
“Hey, Lo!” cried the prince, swimming closer. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya! Here.” He passed the potion back to Logan, beaming at him completely remorselessly.
“Ah, good afternoon, your highness,” Logan replied. He raised an eyebrow. “I believe I’ve told you already to knock before coming in here. I could always be working on something dangerous, you can’t just come in like that.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry. I just wanted to see you.”
“You don’t need anything?”
“Nope! Just bored. What’s this? It’s really pretty.”
Logan hesitated. The prince had always had a fascination with humans. Almost an obsession, in fact. He could always be found at the surface, watching the ships and the kingdom above, wistfully imagining what it would be like to live up there in the sunlight.
The alchemist hadn’t told anyone about this new invention of his. It was something he was making for research — to look at human anatomy more closely on a living subject. Nothing gruesome, just the outwardly visible aspects. All the human specimens he could ever get his hands on were usually waterlogged and bloated, or half-eaten by some other creature before he could find it. A living, accurate example would be ideal, but he couldn’t study himself.
Still, he really shouldn’t tell Patton about it. The young man would drink it immediately, regardless of potential risks.
“Do you need to test it?” Patton asked. “I could try it for you. If you need.”
Logan blinked at Patton. “Are you serious?”
“Sure! I’ve got an afternoon free.”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“Well, you wouldn’t give me anything bad, Lo. I trust you. If you need a test subject, I’m good to go.”
“No. I cannot test this on you. I don’t yet know if it’s safe.”
“Well, how are you gonna find out unless you try it, silly?” Patton asked, tilting his head. “You can’t try it on you, ‘cause you won’t be able to tell that it’s dangerous.”
“And if it is dangerous, I certainly can’t test it on you.”
“Just tell me what it does!”
“It’s none of your concern,” Logan snapped, turning his back to Patton to put the potion somewhere safe.
Stupid idea.
The prince, while never excelling at combat, had always been the fastest and most agile opponent in any ring. He shot forwards, weaving under Logan’s arm and snatching the potion from his hand before darting away again.
“Patton!” Logan yelled, spinning to follow him.
“Tell me what it is, or I’ll just drink it.”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Because I’m bored,” Patton groaned, flipping to float limply upside down, hair floating around his head and vial gripped tightly in his fist. “Please, Lo? Just tell me what it does.”
“It— Well, it…” He sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand down his face. “Do you promise to give it back to me if I tell you?”
“Sure.”
“Fine. If it works, it should act as a one-time shapeshifting potion. I need to study anatomy, specifically, the anatomy of a live, untarnished specimen. So it should allow a mermaid to transform into another being temporarily — specifically, for about an hour.”
“What? That’s so cool! What shape?”
“I… that’s not important,” he grumbled. He swam closer, holding his hand out for the potion. “Give it back now.”
Patton dodged him, flipping upright again and swimming backwards faster than Logan would ever be able to forwards. “You said you’d tell me what it does. You won’t tell me what it turns people into. Your side hasn’t been fulfilled.”
“Fine! It would turn them into a human, okay?” Logan snapped.
The prince froze, eyes huge and lips slightly parted. He stared at Logan, who continued to approach slowly, until he finally got close enough to dart forwards and snatch the potion back.
“Wait!” Patton cried, trying to pull it back out of Logan’s hand, but the alchemist was ready this time, and kept it away. “Wait, Logan, please! Please, let me take it, I promise I’ll be okay! Please, please, Lo, let me be human for a minute. Just an hour, right? And then I’ll turn back? Nobody would even know!”
“No, Patton. Absolutely not. Give it to me.”
“Please,” the prince said again, his voice cracking as he cradled the potion to his chest. “I-I mean— Surely it’s better for me to take it than— than someone else? Right? Some poor citizen or— or something. It makes sense! Please, Logan? I’ve dreamed about this my entire life. I can’t just— just watch someone else get it.”
“You wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, your highness. It’s for science. I’d be asking you questions about your new body and you would have to answer. You’d be bored.”
“But I’d be able to feel the sunlight on my face. I’d be able to walk, and feel dry sand, and— and breathe air. Come on, when have you ever made a potion that didn’t work perfectly?”
Logan glared at him. “Give it back to me, now. I will not allow you to drink it.”
“I’m fully grown,” Patton snapped. “I’m capable of making my own decisions about my own safety. You need someone to test this potion on, and I don’t feel comfortable allowing you to test an unknown, potentially dangerous substance on one of my subjects. Including yourself. What sort of prince would I be if I let my people take risks I wasn’t willing to take myself?”
The alchemist sighed heavily, once again closing his eyes to try and rub away the migraine beginning to sweep behind them.
“You—”
He was cut off with a choked, startled gasp. His eyes snapped open, and he found patton, chest heaving and vial empty in his hand. He was staring at it with huge eyes.
“Patton!” Logan yelled, swimming towards the prince as the water around him started to swell and spin.
“Lo— ah!” he cried, dropping the vial and doubling over in agony.
“Patton? Patton!”
Logan continued to fight his way through the current, the water rushing in his ears and drowning out Patton’s next scream of pain. His webbed fingers tensed, curling in tandem with the twisting of his face.
“Patton!” Logan cried. The whirlpool surrounding Patton was getting faster, stark white bubbles beginning to block him from Logan’s view. He was pushed back, away from the prince he’d sworn to protect, thrown into his coral desk. He let out his own cry, just as silenced by the riptide tearing his lab to shreds. He closed his eyes as sediment began to rise and scrape at his skin, still reaching his hands towards Patton.
And then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. Silence reigned once more, save for Logan’s ragged breathing and the soft popping of the bubbles that remained. He opened his eyes, rubbing sand out of them and searching for patton as he did so.
Well, fuck.
There, floating limply in the centre of the lab, was a human. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted and head bowed, his light gold hair buffeting around his head like a tiny halo.
Logan swam towards him, any curiosity disappearing as soon as he realised that his prince was drowning. He wrapped his arms around Patton’s bare torso, ignoring the soft, slippery sensation of scaleless flesh, and dragged him towards the window.
The prince didn’t stir as Logan shot towards the surface so fast his ears popped with the change in pressure. He didn’t stir as the broke the water, the midday sun hitting his face and the cold sea breeze rustling his hair.
Logan turned in a circle, searching for the shore. It wasn’t too far — a hundred feet out or so. At least Logan could continue to breathe above water, unlike most merpeople, so he could watch over the prince while he recovered on the beach.
He dragged Patton onto shore, and then began attempting to rouse him.
“Wake up. Patton. You need to wake up, Patton, please. Your highness, please— fuck—”
Suddenly, the boy sucked in a deep, heaving breath. He twisted onto his front, hands and knees still in the water as he coughed up what he’d swallowed, retching into the foamy tide.
“Breathe. You have to breathe, it’s just like being underwater. It’s okay, Patton.”
“Lo—” the prince choked, dragging himself away from the water and sucking in deep, desperate breaths. Logan’s ears, unused to hearing through air and usually relying on bubbles to carry sounds to him, barely even picked up on the sound. He hoped his voice wasn’t too loud.
“It’s okay, you’re alright. You’re okay, just breathe.”
“It’s— Am I—”
“You should know, Patton, you drank my potion. I told you what would happen.”
“I’m human?” Patton cried, throwing himself to the side so he could sit on the sand. He stared at his legs, reaching down to grab at his toes with a delighted laugh that devolved into another fit of coughing.
“No. You’re a mer in the form of a human. Do not mistake them.”
Patton ignored him, still coughing slightly as he wiggled his new limbs. “This is so cool!”
“That was reckless and stupid,” Logan snapped. “What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry! But it’s fine, see? I’m fine!”
“You almost drowned!”
“But I didn’t,” Patton answered dismissively. “You saved me! How do I do the— the walking thing?”
“How should I know?” Logan snapped, but patton was already rushing to his feet, stumbling forwards and falling onto his face. The irritation disappeared immediately as he jerked forwards. “Patton! Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” Patton gushed.He twisted around so that he was sat on the wet sand, the tide brushing up his hips. “This is hard.”
“Humans usually take a couple of years to learn it,” Logan said. “Don’t worry, you don’t really need to be able to walk. What… what does it feel like?”
“Weird. It’s… it’s not really that different to if I had a tail? But they move separately. It’s weird. What are the different bits?”
Logan smiled. He dragged himself using his arms until he was right beside Patton in the surf. He took one of Patton’s legs into his hands, holding him gently by his foot.
“So,” he said. “These, obviously, are legs. Crustaceans have them, as well as crustacean mer. On the ends of the leg, humans have feet. They usually have five toes on each foot— that’s this little—”
Patton yelped, his leg kicking out as Logan brushed his finger against the toes. Logan startled violently, dropping the limb back into the water.
“Did that hurt? Are you alright?” he asked sharply.
The prince laughed. “No! Sorry, that wasn’t on purpose? It tickled! The feet are, like, super ticklish!”
Shoulders relaxing, Logan huffed a small chuckle. “Oh. Well, good. Anyway, those are toes. They help humans balance.”
Patton giggled at him, and he walked him through the basic anatomy for the rest of the leg. It was mostly things he’d learned from crustaceans, or sea birds. In this aspect, humans weren’t all that unique. Although, ticklishness was a feature Logan hadn’t yet heard about.
“Where is their egg sac?” Patton asked, once they’d finished studying his legs and he’d gotten a bit better at standing on them. He’d begun pacing slightly, eyes locked onto his feet as he mechanically, carefully moved around. once he’d left the tide, Logan had pushed himself back again, until he was mostly submerged and his weight was back on the water, rather than the corase, half-dry sand.
“Well, that’s a rather fascinating part,” Logan explained. “It isn’t what we’re going to study today, for obvious reasons, but humans don’t have egg sacs. Well, not really. They don’t call them that, at least. There are, in basic terms, two biological sexes. Each sex has a different reproductive organ. Females contain their eggs within themself, while males fertilise it, similarly to most mer.”
“Wow!” Patton said. He’d raised his volume so the sound could still get to Logan. “And they can’t change it? Their— sex.”
“They can medically, but not at will. Fascinatingly it appears you have been given a vagina through the potion. How odd.”
“So… this bit is normally for the females?” Patton asked, looking down at his crotch.
“Yes. Gender is different for humans. As your mer genealogy allows you to change your sexual characteristics at will, I expect the potion turned you into whichever way you were leaning at the time of consumption.”
“Huh… so what do the men get?”
“A penis. It is external, and intended to be inserted into the vagina — that is what you currently possess — in order to reproduce.”
“Oh, okay. So… basically the same a mer, then, right?”
“Essentially. Except the fertilisation always occurs internally, and the eggs are not laid, they grow into the offspring itself, like with sharks or whales.”
“Oh. So they don’t hatch?”
“No. They grow inside the female, and then the female gives birth to them. That part is fairly similar to the laying of eggs, but the offspring is fully formed as a human youngling, there is no external gestation.”
“That’s so weird. But they must be so small? Humans are so much smaller than sharks. And whales.”
“Ah, no. They’re small, yes, but big enough for it to be an extremely difficult and painful process. Before their medicine advanced, it was often fatal. They’re very inefficiently evolved. But that isn’t what we were—”
“That’s awful,” Patton said, eyebrows creasing. “How did the babies get out, then?”
“The vagina is a hole. The babies are pushed out of it. But, Patton, please focus—”
“There’s a hole?”
The prince reached down between his legs, squatting slightly to open the slit and poking his fingers around the flesh between.
“Where? I can’t find it.”
“You don’t need to, that isn’t what I wanted to—”
“Oh! I’ve got it! So, what, they put the man’s penis inside?”
“They do. But—”
“How big are they? The penises, I mean? Does it hurt them to do that as well? ‘Cause this feels kinda small.”
“I— I don’t know. That doesn’t come up in the records. From the little I’ve gathered, I believe it is supposed to be pleasant.”
“Pleasant how?”
“I don’t know, Patton,” Logan snapped, an inexplicable heat rushing up his chest to his ears. They were straying farther and farther from scientific collaboration, although, he shouldn’t have been surprised given that his collaborator was Patton. “Now, can we focus?”
“I am focussing! This is part of the human anatomy, right?”
“Yes, but I’m not interested in reproduction—”
Patton ignored him. “What’s this other bit?”
“What other bit?” Logan asked, averting his eyes as a furiously embarrassed flush seated through him.
“It’s like…” The prince huffed frustratedly, and lay down on the sand, knees raised and legs open, fingers still groping and pressing his own flesh. He used them to part the lips of his new organ, and then poked at a small hooded bundle at the top. “This. Do you see it? It feels like a sort of… ball?”
“I don’t know what that is,” Logan said, barely adoring it a glance. “Just skin, probably. Humans have lots spare, it probably just bundles.”
“I don’t… I don’t think so,” Patton murmured. He continued to press on the spot, fingers feelings at the spot.
Suddenly, he gasped, a hitching, shaky noise. His hand jerked away, and he slammed his legs closed, staring at Logan with huge eyes.
“What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“No,” Patton murmured. His chest was flushing, breathing trembling as he continued to stare at Logan.
“Patton? What’s the matter?” the alchemist asked, alarm making his fins stand on end as he desperately fought the urge to beach himself and check on the prince.
“Nothing,” he said, face blushing that equally-pretty pink.
“Okay? So… can we focus? Please? You stole the potion that was supposed to be used for research, the least you could— What are you doing?”
The prince had clearly stopped listening. He’d opened his legs back up, and his thin, webless fingers were once again between his legs. He wasn’t even looking at Logan, eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed, mouth hanging open as his hips pressed themselves closer to his hand.
“Patton?” Logan asked, and he suddenly felt bafflingly off-kilter, throat dry and words sticking to its walls.
“Lo…” Patton whispered, and something electric shot down Logan’s spine at the sound. The Prince’s voice was shaky and rough, pitched low in a way it never had been before.
“What are you doing?” Logan asked again, several octaves higher.
“I don’t know,” the prince answered. He opened his eyes, looking at Logan through half-lids, his new, long eyelashes hiding his irises. He drew in another tremulous gasp, and sighed, tilting his head back. “I don’t know, but it— it feels nice, it feels really— Logan—”
The last word came out as a moan, and that same electric sensation tingled in Logan’s body. He felt breathless, which was ridiculous because he could breathe out of water, he knew he could, he’d observed humans for years with no respiratory issues, and yet he felt like now he wasn’t getting quite enough oxygen.
“Stop that,” he croaked.
“Why?” Patton asked, not stopping even a little bit, as his fingers rubbed against that ball and his legs flexed to push his hips towards them.
Because I don’t understand what you’re doing, Logan thought, but he couldn’t just admit that, he was supposed to be some sort of expert in humanity.
“It could hurt you,” he said instead. The prince laughed, breathless and high-pitched.
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels so good. It’s like— Hou should be writing this down. Whatever— ah, oh, gods— whatever this is is what we need to be studying, it’s—” His back arched, and his fingers dipped lower, nearer to the hole that Logan could just about see.
“Oh!” Patton gasped, cutting himself off. His movements halted, and he frowned curiously.
“What?”
“It’s… slimy? Like… wet, but thicker.”
“That’s… odd.”
“Is it meant to happen? Is it ‘cause it feels good?”
“I… perhaps? Or maybe… maybe coitus isn’t as easy on the female as I thought, and it’s some sort of lubricating agent to make insertion easier.”
“Huh?” Patton asked, his hand moving back up to the bit of flesh he’d been initially interested in. “Oh, gods, it feels way better with the wet stuff—”
“Patton, we need to focus, please,” Logan tried, eyes glued to the glistening between Patton’s legs, to the way he seemed so desperate for whatever stimulation that tiny little bundle of nerves could possibly be giving him.
“You said they put stuff in the hole?”
“Not stuff. The man’s penis goes inside, yes. I don’t believe they just shove anything up there. It has a use.”
“D’you think that feels as good as this?” Patton choked. “What if I put my fingers in? Would that feel as good?”
“I— No. Probably not. Don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“It could hurt you,” Logan snapped, voice tight again.
Patton huffed out a breath. He dipped his fingers lower again, the middle one feeling at the entrance to the hole.
“Patton,” Logan begged, running a hand through his hair just so he had something to do with it that wasn’t reaching out to touch his prince.
“Hold on, Lo. Gimme a sec, I… I think…” He hissed slightly as he began to press his finger in, and then drew it back out.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked, once again pushing himself nearer to the prince.
“That did actually kinda hurt. Hang on, I’m gonna get my hand more slippery.”
“Just— Patton, please, just stop and let’s go back to—0”
“This is good info! You clearly don’t know what it is, so we’re learning new things!”
Logan watched, speechless, as Patton pushed his middle finger in again. He let out a little noise of discomfort, but kept pushing inwards, tilting his hips to make the angle easier.
Patton mumbled something that Logan didn’t hear. Then, he raised his voice. “It doesn’t feel good, but— I feel like it could?”
He drew the finger out, gasping softly as he did so, and then pushed it back in.
“Oh— that’s— that’s better, that—”
Logan continued to stare as Patton pulled out again, and then pressed the fourth finger up beside his middle and pushed them both in.
This time, he gasped loudly, whimpering. His hips pushed downwards, towards his fingers, lifting slightly off the ground as he threw his head back. He was still slightly damp from the sea, droplets of water clinging to his pale skin, glistening like jewels in the sunlight on the column of his throat, and Logan wanted to grab him—
He screwed his eyes closed, ducking his head into the water to try and shock the thoughts from his mind. That wasn’t proper. If anything, it was downright threatening, and he should…
Well. He shouldn’t have allowed this in the first place.
His head breached the surface again, and he glanced to find patton moving his hand more intently. At this angle, Logan couldn’t see the hole, the way the long, slender limbs seemed to disappear into it. But he could see the tilt of Patton’s hips, the dense, golden hair that brushed against his palm, the way his thighs and calves flexed in movement against the sand.
“Patton,” he said darkly, and the prince moaned.
“Logan—” he choked, voice high and desperate, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving, mouth wide open even when he was silent. “Lo, gods, I’m— it’s so good, it feels— it’s—”
“Please stop,” Logan begged. His throat was tight, fingers flexing at his sides to try and push down the urge to reach out. He didn’t even know what he would do once he was touching the prince. But the noises coming from Patton’s mouth were making Logan’s scales stand on edge and he’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to hear more, louder, he wanted them to be because of him.
As usual, though, Patton ignored his pleas for sensibility. He continued to push and pull his fingers in and out, getting faster, wrist moving to get deeper and deeper. Logan dipped his neck back into the water, sucking in water breathlessly as he watched.
Patton let out a breathy sound. His hips pushed down, and his other hand snapped to the side, rubbing at the little nub of flesh that had caused such a reaction earlier. The broken, chesty moan was even louder this time. His foot jerked, and his knees fell to the ground, feet together and knees pushed wide open, back arching and toes curling as his fingers pushed deeper and deeper into that wet hole. His eyes opened, pupils blown wide as he looked down to watch his own body in awe. Logan wasn’t sure he would look any better.
“Lo,” Patton whined, gaze flicking up to meet Logan’s, and the same shock of electricity ran down his body as their eyes met. “Logan, please—”
“I don’t understand what you’re asking for,” Logan choked.
“‘S so good. So, so good, I’m— It’s like— It feels so good—”
Logan swallowed again. Patton’s movements reached a newer frenzy, his noises almost like screams as he rubbed hard and fast against that bundle of nerves, fingers slamming in and out of himself brutally. His legs kicked, and jerked, and he curled in on himself briefly. His hips twitched, voice cutting out as his mouth opened in a wide, silent scream.
“Patton?” Logan asked, panic once again gripping his own throat as his prince’s face twisted in what looked like agony. His back arched outwards again as he convulsed, fingers suddenly stilling within himself, as deep as he’d managed to get them. Logan jerked closer to him, but he couldn’t actually leave the water, and he was stuck anyway.
But then, Patton fell still. His fingers slipped out from between his legs as his body went limp, and he stared up at the sky, panting, race red and eyes wide.
“Patton?” Logan said again.
“I’m good,” the prince whispered. “That was… That was unbelievable.”
“Are you alright?”
“Alright? That was fantastic. Logan, it was like— It was like… like an explosion. Inside me. Like an explosion of nice and good feelings, you know, but physical good, not like feelingsy good. Does that make sense?”
“Not… really, no,” Logan croaked. He swallowed thickly, staring at Patton for several long seconds, and then his eyes darted away as they found themselves drawing nearer to that little slit between his legs.
And then, it felt like his heart stopped.
Further up the beach, too far to have been able to see Logan but plenty close enough to spot Patton and his nudity and his activities, was a fisherman. And he was watching Patton intently, standing stock-still and mouth hanging open.
“Patton!” Logan hissed, and the regency in his voice finally drew Patton’s attention.
“Hm? Are you okay?”
“There’s a person! Come in the water and hide!”
Patton’s eyes widened, and Logan watched as he turned to the side, his eyes landing on the human, and he felt his stomach sink at the expression of wonder on his face. He glanced at Logan, but turned back to the man.
“Patton!” Logan implored. This time, Patton ignored him entirely. He raised his arm above his head and waved in greeting.
The human waved back. Then, it began to walk closer.
“Patton, i’m serious. Humans are not to be trifled with. They are dangerous enough to one another, let alone mer!”
“But it thinks I’m human. I’ll be fine, i’m just gonna say hi!”
“I cannot protect you while you’re on land! Please, Patton, just listen to me—”
“I’m saying hi,” Patton said resolutely, and then the human was too close for them to exchange words.
It hadn’t spotted Logan. Its eyes were locked onto Patton, hungry like a predator smelling blood. It said something, and Patton tilted his head in confusion. Logan couldn’t hear what they were saying. Fuck, he wished he could hear them.
Logan watched, helpless and furious, as the thing raised it’s hand to touch Patton’s face. Patton flinched, and the skin on his face darkened to a bright crimson. The man leaned down to bring their faces together, and Patton giggled loudly enough that even Logan heard it. The prince looked over at the water, and Logan ducked his head down. It felt wrong to be watching this. He wouldn’t leave, in case Patton needed assistance, or something, but the prince didn’t know he was being watched. The giggle made it abundantly clear that Patton wasn’t disliking his encounter, and he’d always been so fascinated with humans that it probably could constitute a fetish.
Fine. He could have his fun. But Logan would do his duty as Patton’s servant and physician and ensure that he was safe. If that meant he had to… watch… well.
He supposed he would make such a sacrifice.
Then, the two were kissing. It looked intense. Patton’s thighs pressed together, his hips jerking towards the man just like they had towards his own hand earlier. Then, he flinched away, laughing loudly and nervously, his face bright red.
“Sorry!” he yelped, his voice cracking, and the man’s shoulders shook with a laugh. Logan narrowed his eyes.
Slowly, the man’s other hand began to dance at Patton’s waist as they began to kiss once more. Patton pressed closer to the man, and Logan once more had the sensation of being unable to breathe. He panted, his both warm as he watch Patton spread his thighs slightly. The man pushed his knee between them, and Patton’s legs appeared to buckle. The man moved like he was laughing again, and said something. With an overeager nod, Patton sat down hard, and then lay back. The man messed with the clothing at his navel, and then pushed it down, so that his rear and the tops of his thighs were visibile. Logan wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight of his reproductive organ, and then the man was lying down, on top of Patton, his knees on either side of Patton’s waist. He put an elbow in the side next to Patton’s head, but his other hand stayed at his penis, stroking it slowly.
“Is that your— your penis?” Patton asked loudly. Hm. So he’d remembered that part of the lecture. At least Logan had managed to teach him something of use in this excursion.
The two talked for a moment. Logan was feeling the boiling hot rage beginning to wane as his pulse lowered. The man didn’t appear to want to hurt Patton. Patton seemed to be having fun, if the way he was grinning and gasping and arching his back suggested anything.
Then, the man was standing up. Patton followed after a moment, but only moved to his knees. He wobbled slightly, probably unused to the new balance of weight. He steadied himself using the man’s thighs for support.
They exchanged a few more words. Patton looked up at the man, smiling brightly, and opened his mouth wide.
The next few minutes were… interesting. They started off slow. Patton did most of the work, his head moving slowly back and forth. Logan felt… hot again. He was tingling, in a way he hadn’t in years. He felt like he’d been stung by some kind of jellyfish. He wanted to kill this man. He wanted to take Patton deep into the ocean, farther than any mer had ever gone, and he wanted to use him—
Fuck. Logan ducked his head under the water again to cool down. He was here trying to protect the prince, to teach him, not to… lust for him.
When he raised his head again, he discovered that the man was moving his hips. Patton was still now, the man holding his head in each of his hands and moving himself in and out of his mouth.
Logan could just see enough to recognise that Patton’s eyes were screwed shut. He frowned, as his hands started pushing at the man’s thighs. The dick pulled out. Logan saw Patton cough and spit, and the human petted the top of his hair gently, before Patton raised his head and he was pushing back in. Logan stared as the man got rougher. He pulled at Patton’s hair, jerking him forward and backwards furiously and holding himself still. Then, he pressed all the way in. Logan’s fingers were playing at his own slit, his dick unsheathing itself from within him so he could squeeze it. The man was still holding himself all the way into Patton, the prince’s nose pushed flat.
He needed the prince back. It wasn’t fair. Who the fuck was this— this thing to be touching the crown prince of the seven seas? At least Logan knew him, at least he cared for him.
He squeezed himself. Then, he felt something wrap around his tail, and he was dragged backwards into the water.
“Logan!” a voice crowed. His tail was released, and he spun around. a mass of green tentacles found his vision, and he froze.
“Remus…” he said slowly. He lowered his hands to cover himself, but it was too late. The mer’s face appeared as he drew all his tentacles backwards.
“Well, look who’s getting all firm in the fins over a couple’a humans,” he teased, and Logan rolled his eyes.
He hated Remus. They hadn’t interacted in years. They’d each been training as the court’s alchemist, but Remus had started getting too experimental. Too controversial. He was expelled from the training program, and Logan never saw him again.
Until, apparently, right now.
“So, what’s up? I haven’t seen you this close to land since we were experimenting little guppies—”
“We were hardly guppies,” Logan snapped. He wanted to go back to the surface, to watch as Patton let himself be defiled by that two-legged beast. For safety purposes, of course.
“You missed it, then? I’ll admit, these two are fun. Haven’t seen a facefucking like this in decades, they all got too ashamed to let it happen on the beach. They hide under towels and shit. Boring!”
“I’m not watching them for pleasure,” Logan spat.
“Oh yeah? Why, then?” One of the tentacles twisted closer and ran up the side of Logan’s dick. He gasped, electricity shooting up his spine.
“Fuck! Don’t—” he began breathlessly. “I need to— watch.”
“Oh, I bet you do. Just like old times, right?”
“Shut up. This has nothing to do with you.”
Remus hummed. Another of his tentacles stroked Logan’s arm, and the mer barely managed to contain the sound his throat tried to make.
“Remus, please. I have to watch. This is— Very important to me.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“Do not disturb them. Do not interrupt them. They cannot know you’re here.”
“Fine! I can do a little bit of voyeur action.”
His tentacles shuddered in pleasure, and Logan shook his head. He swam back to his original position, and lifted his head above the water again.
Oh, Poseidon—
He almost moaned just at the sight of them. Patton was lying on his back once more. The human was doing a sort of plank above him, his hips still at Patton’s face as he pistoned his hips in and out of the prince’s mouth. He was moaning loudly enough for Logan to hear him, crying out praises, telling Patton how good he felt. Logan swallowed thickly as Remus wrapped a tentacle loosely around his tail. Its tip flicked the end of Logan’s dick.
“Remus,” he whispered tightly.
“Shh… You wouldn’t want us to be spotted, right?” Remus hissed. “You like watching them, don’t you? You’re getting off to it.”
“It isn’t the— fuck, Remus— Stop, I don’t want to finish with you.”
“Oh? You saving up for someone?” Remus asked, but he obediently pulled his tentacle away from him. Logan missed it, slightly, but he was glad that he was coming back down. He didn’t want to— to jerk off watching Patton get fucked in the mouth by some human. But, fuck, he did want to.
The man got faster. Then, he gripped Patton by the hair again and lifted him. The man was kneeling now, with Patton half-seated beneath him. The human fucked him faster and faster, and Patton’s eyes rolled back into his head as his nose was pressed to the man’s front once again. The man was talking, but quieter. Logan couldn’t hear him.
Finally, he pulled out fully. His cock was soft now, and he released Patton to pull up his pants. The prince turned and choked, spitting onto the ground. His arms were shaking, and the man crouched down and stroked his hair. He said something softly, and Patton nodded, raising his head. The man touched his chin tenderly, and leaned down to kiss Patton again. Then, he stood up, and he walked away.
Logan stared as he prince collapsed onto the sand, his arms and legs splayed wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. Neither moved for several minutes. Logan waited, staring, and as soon as the man disappeared past the rocks he jerked forwards and pulled himself into the shallow.
“Logan? Logan!” Remus hissed, then he cackled.
“Lo? You still here?” Patton asked. He raised his head, and he smiled when he met Logan’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
Patton’s face was flushed and his eyes were glassy. His lips were swollen, but curved into an exhausted smile. “Uh-huh. That was— That was amazing. I— It sounds so weird, but I couldn’t breathe, and it—” He moaned lowly. “My brain, like, shut off. It was amazing. I can tell you all sorts about male anatomy now.”
“I don’t want to know about that,” Logan snapped. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Logan, do you know this little thing?” Remus asked, and Patton startled, shooting upright.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“He’s nobody,” Logan snapped, shooting a glare at Remus.
“I’m Remus, my darling. “Who are you? How do you know the ocean’s resident nerd, here?”
“I’m Prince Patton of the Seven Seas, son of—”
“That is enough, Patton. Do not speak to him. Remus, go away.”
Remus cackled. “Absolutely not! How the fuck do you have legs, your highness?”
“Logan make a potion that did it.”
“Patton! Stop talking to him.
“Hmm… I see you’ve been having fun with it,” said Remus, nodding at the glistening wetness between Patton’s legs.
The prince flushed, closing his thighs and glancing at Logan shortly, before he looked away again with an even brighter red face.
“Did it feel… good, little prince?” Remus asked.
“Yeah,” Patton croaked, ignoring Logan’s warnings. “It felt really good. What was it?”
“That, your highness, was called an orgasm. Humans get them when they’re fucking.”
“When they’re… fucking?”
“It’s a crude piece of slang for procreating—0”
Remus cackled. “No, it isn’t,” he drawled, turning to Logan with heavy-lidded eyes. His gaze scraped back to Patton as he began speaking again, and the prince tensed when they landed on him. “Procreating is for making babies. Fucking? Fucking is to feel that. Just for the joy of it, just so you can get as close as possible to someone else and scream for them because they make you feel so good. They’re not the same thing.”
Patton swallowed thickly. “O-Oh.”
“Oh? That’s it?”
“Um… no?”
“Patton, you do not need to continue answering his questions!” Logan snapped. “Come into the water, I’ll take you somewhere safer from humans.”
“I’m not in danger, Lo. He didn’t hurt me. He kept asking if I was okay. He was nice… It was nice.”
Remus chuckled slowly. “You want me to show you something else nice?” he asked. Patton frowned at him, but stood up, slowly walking closer.
“Patton, do not—”
“That’s enough from you,” Remus sang, and his tentacles shot out and wrapped around the bottom of Logan’s head, covering his mouth. Immediately, Logan tried to pull away, fingers digging into the meat of the appendage. Remus snorted and wrapped another around his wrist, tugging it away. Another caught his other hand, and then they were being held behind his back. Shame crept up his neck at the way the position made his whole body burn.
Patton waded into the water, eyes locked on Remus. Logan clenched his jaw, pulling at the restraints behind his back and trying to speak through the tentacle around his mouth. The prince hesitated, the water up to his knees, and turned to glance at Logan.
“Is he… Is he okay?” he asked, directing the question at Remus.
“He’s fine. We used to play this game all the time, right, Lobear?”
Logan glared at him, shaking his head.
“Oh, please, Logan! Why are you hogging all the fun? He’s gonna love it!”
“Let him talk,” Patton said sharply, and Remus gave him an exaggerated bow. The tentacle slithered back from Logan’s mouth, and he growled at Remus.
“You know you cannot touch him,” he snapped. “He is the crown prince. You can’t do this with him.”
“Do what?” Patton asked. “I don’t— He isn’t going to hurt me, Lo. Right?”
“Of course not! Like I said: I’m here to make you feel good.”
Patton nodded slowly, and turned back to Logan with a smile. “See? It’s all okay. I’m not a guppy anymore. I’ve come of age. I came of age years ago. I’d be king if papa were to step down. I need to learn how the world works at some point.”
“Patton, he is a very dangerous individual—”
“Logie, if you wanted to fuck him first, all you had to do was ask!” Remus interrupted.
Immediately, Logan felt all of the blood rush to his face. Patton stared at him, smile disappearing in an instant. “Lo, is that… true?”
“No! Of course not. That would be wildly inappropriate.”
“I wouldn’t be mad,” Patton said slowly. “I mean, I… you…”
“Patton, you are my prince. You are his prince. None of this is appropriate. If your father found out we were even discussing such things—”
“I’m not exactly gonna tell him about any of this, Logan. He’d kill me, too. Just… you can tell me. Do you— Would you…?”
“Would I what, Patton?”
Remus grinned toothily, moving nearer to Logan and using his tentacles to push Logan closer to the prince. “Wouldn’t you like to make him feel good?”
“Of course I would. I always want him to feel good.”
“But— But to feel like that? I sort of… I kept wishing— I liked that you… watched. I wanted you to… do… more. Than watch.”
“What?” Logan choked.
“He wanted you to touch him,” Remus whispered. “He wanted you to grab him and hold him and push your fingers inside his wet little hole, didn’t you, my prince?”
Logan’s eyes flicked to Patton, who was suddenly flushing a dark pink again, breathing coming fast and teeth biting into his bottom lip. The alchemist frowned, and ducked his head under the water to find Patton’s bare legs wrapped in a pair of thick, green tentacles. Each of them ended in a pointed tip, which circled the little bundle of flesh Patton had loved so much earlier.
Something bubbled up in Logan’s chest, something dark and terrible that made him want to rip those awful appendages off Remus’ body, but he pushed it down, bursting from under the water and shooting Remus a withering glare.
“You seem to have that quite under control,” he snapped, shaking free of Remus’ restraints. “Patton, I will be back when the time for the potion’s effects have ended. Do not leave this area.”
“Wait!” Patton yelped. “Hold on, Lo, I— I want you. Can you stay?”
“If you’re scared, tell him to release you and we can continue with our research.”
It came out petulant, whiny, like he was a child asking his friend to choose between them.
“I’m not scared. I don’t want him to stop…” Patton whispered. “I just— I want— I want you, too.”
Logan stared at him. “I… Patton, we cannot…”
“Why? I won’t tell anyone if you don’t…”
“I’m meant to serve you—”
Remus cackled. “Oh, you can serve him alright!”
Logan shot him another glare. “Patton…”
“C’mon, Lo… make him feel good. Don’t you wanna show him how it’d feel for someone else to touch him? To hold him?”
“I’m too old for…” Logan tried weakly.
“Oh, please. When we were his age we were well into our careers.”
“You don’t have a career.”
“Logan. He is in front of you, and he’s horny as fuck ‘cause that rotten little human got him nice and riled and then just left him here all hot and bothered. He’s done it with himself, now he needs to find out how it feels with someone else.”
Patton moaned quietly, his voice cracking. “C’mon, Lo. I want it to be you. I want you to… If you want it, why are you saying no?”
Logan swallowed. “Because, I… Wouldn’t it be wrong?”
“No. We’re adults. We both want it. What’s wrong about that?”
“Fuck,” Logan whispered, and then he surged forwards. Remus released his arms, and Patton’s mouth was slamming into Logan’s. The prince gasped. His arms wrapped around Logan’s neck as the alchemist’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and then their tongues were brushing.
Logan felt like he was going to faint. He tried to duck them under the water to cool himself back down, but a tentacle around Patton’s waist held him up.
“Wh…?” Logan asked.
“He can’t go under,” Remus said softly. “He can’t breathe.”
“I need— I need to be down there, I’m—”
“Oh, Logan. All the fun stuff is down there. He wants you down there more than anything.”
Logan looked at Patton, who stared back, eyes glassy and unfocussed as he nodded. “Please. Please,” he whispered.
Nodding, Logan released him. He turned to Remus. “We have to go further out. I won’t risk him being in contact with another person. Can you carry him?”
“Of course. Lead the way, Logiebear.”
Ten minutes later, they were in the middle of the ocean. There was no land for miles, just the line of the horizon and the deep blue of their home, and Patton want mumbling again, begging Logan to touch him. Nodding, Logan pressed their mouths together and then he ducked down beneath the surface.
Logan swallowed. He stared at the slit between Patton’s legs, at the patch of golden fuzz there. Remus’ were now wrapped around the prince’s waist, holding him above the water.
Slowly, gently, Logan grabbed Patton’s thighs. He pushed them apart, and Remus helped, lifting his weight underwater so that he was no longer standing, his legs spreading open as far as they could go immediately. The hole was visible now, properly, and he could even see the ball of skin Patton had talked about. He stared, desperate to commit it to memory for his sketches later. As desperate as he was to touch, he was still a scientist. He poked at the skin just outside the hole, fingers skirting around its edge, and Patton jerked. The hole shot towards Logan, who startled, using both hands to hold Patton steady by his ass. His face was much closer now, and he leaned in, tongue darting out to lick at the pouch of nerves at the apex of the slit.
The reaction was instantaneous. Patton’s hands shot down to grip Logan’s hair, pushing his face further against him, and Logan obeyed, licking up past the hole to the nerves. He heard Patton wail through the water, and began to suck on the bundle.
What had Remus called it? The clitoris? It was like a button. Logan’s tongue pressed against it, and Patton bucked in his grip, hands tightening in Logan’s hair and tugging at the base. He couldn’t taste much beyond the salt of the water around them, but he licked it like it was the most wondrous thing he’d ever had in his mouth.
Well. That wasn’t exactly hard. It was rather incredible. He pushed against Patton’s backside, pressing him harder against his own mouth. His tongue ventured lower, lips pressing against the prince’s hole like a kiss, and his tongue darted in. He pushed it further, releasing Patton’s ass with one hand to roll the little ball of flesh under his thumb. Patton’s legs kicked, and Logan reluctantly pulled away.
He didn’t like how muffled everything was under the water. He wanted to see Patton, to hear him, to know whether he was crying out Logan’s name or enjoying his ministrations too much to even form words.
He breached the water to find Remus watching Patton with a grin, tentacles wrapped around his torso, playing with his chest and sucking at his neck. He pressed his mouth into Patton’s rushedly, his fingers tightening in his hair, and the prince moaned loudly against him, arms wrapping around his neck.
“I want to hear you properly. We need to find a— a rock, or something, somewhere we can both be above water.”
Remus cackled. “Oh, I think I can handle that just fine,” he said. Several more tentacles reached out from behind him, hoisting patton above the water and turning him so that he was in the position of laying down, but several inches above the water. They held him up by his ankles and knees, holding his legs wide open, and the ones that had been toying with his nipples wrapped more securely around his chest and under his armpits.
“Lo— Logan, please, do that again, with your mouth— it feels so good, please make me feel good,” Patton panted, eyes half-lidded as he stared at Logan, who was now right in front of the hole. He licked his lips, eyes locked onto Patton’s, and bent his neck back down to continue mouthing at Patton’s slit.
This time, the prince’s voice was perfectly clear to him. He groaned so loudly it felt like it shook logan’s bones. He felt his dick poking out again. His fingers, blunt and round, dug into Logan’s hair and massaged his scalp.
“Fuck, Logan— Oh, Lo, please, just like that. Poseidon, I’m— It feels so— Oh, Logan, please—” His voice cut off with a gasp, and then another shuddering moan.
Logan sucked hard on the bundle of nerves Patton had liked. His tongue pressed flat against the slit, rubbing up and down, and then he slid it into the hole.
“Logan!” Patton wailed. “Logan, fuck, more, I want— Please, Logan, I want more, I want— Oh, Poseidon, don’t stop—”
Well. That was a rather mixed message.
He hadn’t expected to wish that he, too, was a human. He wanted so badly to push his fingers into that hole, to feel the warmth inside Patton. He moaned against Patton’s crotch, the thought sending dizziness through him once more.
“Patton, can I fuck you?” Logan asked, panting.
“Yes, yes, anything, Logan, I want you inside me.”
Logan groaned. He shot a look at Remus, who was watching them closely, and dipped Patton back into the water. Immediately, Logan rose, taking himself in his hand.
“Will this hurt?” Patton asked.
“I— I don’t— Tell me if… Tell me if it does. I don’t know if human’s are… different.”
Patton nodded, his mouth pressing against Logan’s again.
“Remus,” Logan gasped. “Help me— Get me inside him, please.”
Remus snorted. He obeyed, though. One of his thinner tentacles wrapped around Logan’s dick and lined it up as Logan went back to pushing his tongue into Patton’s mouth. Remus angled Patton properly.
“Playing with my dollies,” he said, nonsensically, and Logan ignored him. Then, he was pushing into Patton’s wet, warm hole. It was tighter than mer genitalia. They both groaned loudly. Patton pulled out of the kiss to mouth at the gills on Logan’s neck, and Logan swore.
“Are you in pain?” Logan asked tightly.
“No. You feel so good.”
“Good.”
Logan, and, probably, with help from Remus, lifted Patton up and pulled him back down, fucking him slowly and gently. He ground himself into Patton’s hole and lowered one of his hands to press against the hood of skin. Patton whined, moving his hips in tandem with Logan’s thrusting.
“You feel so good. This— ah, Lo, this is so much better than fingers. Oh, gods—”
“I know. Remus?” Logan gasped.
“Yes, dearest?”
“Choke him. Gently.”
Patton moaned, and a tentacle wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to turn the sound wheezy. His hands tangled into the back of Logan’s hair, tugging. Logan kissed him again.
“You’re so good. I hated seeing that man touch you. I was so angry,” Logan whispered. “I wanted it to be me. I’m— fuck— I’m relieved he was stupid enough to waste the opportunity to fuck you properly. Fuck— Mine, all mine—”
Patton’s eyes closed tightly. He threw his head back. Logan moved his fingers faster, rubbing harder as Remus started fucking Patton onto him faster and faster.
“Patton—” Logan choked. He could feel himself getting close. He’d been too worked up for too long. He didn’t want this to end yet, but he could feel it building and building—
He rubbed at Patton faster. The prince bucked, his eyes snapping open to meet Logan’s. His face was red. Neither of them spoke, the sounds around them just their splashing and their panting breaths, and then Patton’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his whole body tensed. Logan groaned as he squeezed him tightly, and felt himself peak. He pulled Patton in for another kiss as he came into him, and Patton shuddered, moaning loudly.
They lapsed into quiet as they came down from their orgasms. Remus released Patton’s neck, and they panted, their foreheads pressing together.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
“I wanna do that every single day,” Patton answered in a croak.
Remus cackled beside them. “Aw, the little prince is a sex fiend! Remind you of anything, Logie?”
“Shut up, Remus.”
“Thank you for the help, Remus,” Patton said. He turned, smiling shyly. “The, um… The choking was… nice. You were right. That was way better than doing it by myself.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. Watching you got me hot enough I’ll be riding this high for a month, easy. Anyway, I’m gonna get back to my business now. You crazy kids have fun.”
Logan rolled his eyes, but braced to take Patton’s weight as the tentacles retracted from around him. He moved to float on his back, and Patton rested on his tail, straddling it.
“How long do we have left of the hour?” the prince asked.
Logan looked at the position of the sun. He hummed thoughtfully. “Not long.”
“Sorry I wasted your potion…” Patton mumbled. “I know you really wanted to do the sciencey stuff with it.”
Logan snorted on a laugh. he pulled Patton down by his face and kissed him deeply. “I certainly wouldn’t call it a waste.”
You had decided to explore an abandoned building with your friends for your YouTube channel you all ran together. You all had your own camera, so only the best angles of anything could be put in the video. As you walked into the building you began to feel a bit nervous since you hadn't been in an abandoned building in quite a while. The last time you guys recorded a video like this was months ago and you felt a little on edge due to the eerie atmosphere.
As you and your friends explored your surroundings and peaked into once occupied rooms, you ended up getting distracted. While you were distracted, one of your friends hid around a corner and waited for you to walk close before jumping out and scaring you, causing you to scream and punch them in the shoulder while your other friends laughed. You were put even more on edge because of it and were looking for a good opportunity to get back at them for it.
At one point, you had all split up to explore individually, and you took it as your chance for revenge. While you were alone, you found a storage closet and quickly snuck inside so you could jump out and scare your friends when they walked past. The closet was rather dark with the door closed, making it hard to see your surroundings properly. The closet felt cramped and humid, making you a bit uncomfortable. You quickly decided the scare wasn't worth having to wait in there for god knows how long and you reached out to open the door only to quickly have something grab your arms and waist and pull you back quickly causing you to hit the wall and for the shelves on each side of the closet to shake a bit, in the process you dropped your camera. You went to scream, but as your mouth opened, what was undeniably a tentacle was shoved into your mouth.
You struggled against the tentacles to no avail as the one in your mouth began slowly thrusting in and out and working its way a bit deeper each time. You eventually relaxed your body in hopes of it thinking you were dead and letting you go but instead you were met with the tentacle in your mouth picking up the pace and eagerly facefucking you. You whimpered around the tentacle and tried to move your legs enough to get you free only for them to be grabbed as well. As your mouth was fucked you could feel more tentacles pulling your pants and underwear off of you until you were left naked from the waist down. More tentacles pushed your shirt up and began teasing your nipples.
A wave of anxiety rushes over you as you feel a tentacle rubbing against your exposed cunt, you're immediately ashamed of how wet you are down there and you hope they don't notice. But they obviously do, and they take it as encouragement that you like what they're doing. As the tentacle rubbing against you stops, you begin to hope the tentacles won't go any further. But the tentacles holding your legs in place begin readjusting you, and suddenly your legs are being pushed up and forced into an extremely embarrassing position. Before you can fully process this a tentacle begins pressing it's tip against your entrance before sliding in and beginning to fuck you.
You try to struggle a bit at first but quickly give up knowing it's pointless. A hot shame burns your entire body as you're fucked against the wall in what can only be described as a gravity defying mating press. Your soaking wet cunt makes embarrassing squelching noises as you're fucked by the almost too big tentacle. The tentacle in your mouth continues to pound away without regard as you adjust to having your hole stuffed.
It quickly became very clear that the tentacle fucking you was doing it's best to restrain itself while you adjusted but it could only resist it's urges for so long before it joined the tentacle in your mouth in pounding you ruthlessly and animalistically. You could feel the tentacle touching your cervix with each deep desperate thrust. It was clear the tentacle had been pent up for a very long time and it seemed to have no qualms against using you like a fleshlight.
A particularly rough thrust sent you over the edge, cumming hard around the tentacle as it continued to fuck you ruthlessly. As you came down from your orgasm you began licking and sucking on the tentacle in your mouth subconsciously, finally accepting your fate as you were fucked by a creature you couldn't even see. Not long after you felt the tentacle buried deep in your cunt twitching, you braced yourself for the inevitable as it wasted no time pressing itself right up against your cervix as the tentacle in your mouth stopped.
Moments later you felt your womb being pumped full of thick hot cum, you could feel each warm rope splash against your insides as you were stuffed full of way more cum than you thought you ever would. The feeling was enough to send you over the edge again and assisting in milking the rest of the load out. Once the tentacle was done cumming it began pulling back, you expected it to pull out all the way but instead it roughly thrusted all the way back in. It did this a few more times, making a loud squelch each time as it shoved its way into your cumstuffed hole. It eventually resumed pounding you again, the tentacle in your mouth soon following.
You quickly gave in and accepted this thing would be fucking you until it was satisfied, god knows how long it'd been waiting for someone to pass through for it to fuck. The load from before dripped out of you onto the floor as you were fucked, the creature soon noticing and shoving both tentacles in you deep before pausing. Before you could even think you were suddenly flipped upside down and the tentacles resumed fucking you with little resistance from you.
Eventually, you could feel the tentacle twitching again before it pressed itself deep into you and came right against your cervix again. This time the cum was all held inside of you by gravity and you were inescapably forced to feel every last drop deep inside of you. The feeling of the hot cum filling you caused you to have another brain melting orgasm. You weren't even surprised when the tentacle wasted no time pounding you again.
Much like a bouncy ball that bounced a little less high each time, the more times the tentacle came inside you the shorter amount of time it took it to cum again. You sucked the tentacle in your mouth in an almost desperate manner as you were filled over and over with cum. At some point it began overflowing despite you being held upside down but the tentacle didn't seem to care too much at that point. Eventually both tentacles pulled out of you and you let out a sigh as you struggled to attempt to see anything in the dark as you felt the tentacle that had once been inside you rub up against your hole before releasing a slimey substance that quickly hardened, you immediately figured it was to keep the cum inside and you were grateful for it.
Soon enough, a flashlight was flicked on by the tentacles from nearby, and you were set down before they all retracted suddenly. You grabbed the flashlight and your clothes off of one of the shelves and quickly put them back on as you looked around to see where the tentacles had gone. You soon saw a small glob creature on the floor looking up at you and chirping. When you looked at it, it flattened itself and covered part of the floor before reaching out a tentacle it had made to boop you on the nose and then retracting back to its smaller form. You reached down to pick it up, and it made a few more delighted chirps at you. You quickly decided to slip it into your pocket. You couldn't imagine being left alone here for so long.
As you walked out of the closet, you picked up your camera and went to go find your friends. Not realizing it had been recording everything, but it'd be fine. Your friends wouldn't mind seeing the sight later.
Synopsis: Janus is an old-fashioned vampire, living secluded in an archaic mansion past the outskirts of town. On one particular night, four intruders decide to snoop around his house, leaving Janus delighted at the opportunity of a few free meals. However, he decides he has plenty of time to play with the group before killing them to satisfy his own gluttony, and so decides to keep them around as his temporary pets… nothing more, nothing less.
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Part Five
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“Wakey wakey,” Janus quietly whispers, his lips hovering against Patton’s soft cheek. He watches Patton softly breathe in and out, and pets briefly over Patton’s neck, which his eyes seem to linger on for a few seconds longer than they should. Patton lets out a soft noise at the touch, as though he’s being tickled, but otherwise doesn’t respond. Janus continues to prompt him. “You’ve got to get up, love. We’re going out.”
Patton stirs, and yawns, turning away from Janus in an innocently sleepy manner. He holds tighter to Virgil, whose face is pushed into his soft chest, and then mumbles something incoherent. It’s an excuse of some kind - a dismissal of Janus’s attempt to wake up, but Janus just smiles and persists.
“Come on, doll,” He encourages, as he presses a soft kiss below Patton’s earlobe. “Up, up, up.”
Patton shifts again, before his pretty blue eyes blink awake. He turns, and stares blearily at Janus, before looking a lot more surprised. He gasps, basically startling himself awake, and moves to sit up, being careful not to wake Virgil in the process.
“You!” Patton whisper-shouts, as he scrambles to grab his round glasses from the nightstand. “We haven’t… you’ve…”
“It’s been a few days, yes,” Janus quells him, laughing slightly as he sits on the edge of the bed. “I haven’t had much reason to see you since bringing you food.”
“Why not let us go, then?”
Janus again laughs, before reaching over to pinch Patton’s cheek. “Nice try. I still need to eat, after all. Come. Come with me.”
Patton pales at Janus’s words, but still slips out of the bed and onto the floor, shivering as his bare feet meet the cold wood. Janus does purposefully make a little pit stop at Patton’s shoes at the foot of the bed, which he encourages Patton to slip on, before they’re very quietly exiting the room.
As Janus shuts and locks the door, Patton’s trembling voice pipes up. “Are you… are you going to kill me?”
Janus turns to look at him, a smile on his face despite his narrowed eyes. “No. I’m not going to kill you. I just… would appreciate it if you were to accompany me.”
“Accompany you?”
Janus starts walking down the hallway, and Patton rushes to follow after him, flushing slightly when Janus uses that as an opportunity to link their arms together, formally and intimately walking arm-in-arm with Patton through the corridor.
“Accompany you where?”
“The basket of produce I had Logan pick is running low, isn’t it? Because you and Virgil are incredibly greedy.”
Patton frowns. “We’re not greedy. We’re hungry.”
“Right, yes. Same difference, really.”
Patton’s frown deepens, but before he can argue, Janus is continuing his explanation.
“Logan made a very excellent point when we chatted a few days ago. That the oats were… becoming unpleasant. And, truthfully - with four mouths to feed - I was running quite low on them. Another day or two and you guys would have been left with nothing to eat but each other!”
Patton seems queasy at the comment. He mumbles “we would never,” under his breath, but Janus ignores this.
“So, we’ll be off to the store.”
That statement has Patton nearly tripping over his feet, relying solely on Janus for a few seconds to support him as he scrambles to regain balance. “Wh- what?” he’s quick to ask, searching for clarification, because there’s no way Janus could possibly mean that.
But Janus just gives him a knowing smile.
“You heard me. We’re going to the store. There’s a small, local place around the block. Not a huge chain or anything, and not many specific brands, but it should be suitable enough.”
With a neutral smile, Janus’s eyes flicker towards Patton’s rapidly changing expression. Janus can clearly see that he’s surprised, and then plotting, and then settling on a plan. As Janus nears his front door, he grabs an umbrella from his umbrella stand, and then nudges Patton gently.
“You wear your thoughts on your face, you know,” he says, and watches Patton swallow the spit in his mouth.
“Do I?”
Janus undoes the latch on his umbrella, and extends the rod, but doesn’t open the fabric just yet. “You do. Your eyes flicker, and your lips press together. And you’re thinking about sneaking off and getting help. Well, let me tell you something, love.”
Janus jabs the tip of his umbrella into Patton’s round stomach, making Patton groan in pain and trip backwards, considerably more distressed than when they were just walking side by side. He lands on his backside, and stares up at Janus, his eyes wide behind his frames.
“I’m faster than you,” Janus begins, stomping towards Patton, who cowers at the approach and attempts to scramble back. “I’m stronger than you. I’m smarter than you. The moment you even turn away from my side, I will come back to my house faster than your little human mind could possibly comprehend, and I will drain the life out of each of your lovers one by one. And I’ll make it slow. Do you understand?”
Patton, trembling, nods his head, but that's not good enough.
Repressing a smirk, Janus lifts his chin and repeats “do you understand?”
This time, Patton’s able to squeak out a jittering “y-yes!”
Janus stares at him, just… watching. There’s a cramp in his stomach, which causes him to look away for a second, and then he re-steadies himself. He uses his umbrella as support to lean down, offering Patton his hand. Patton shakily accepts it - more out of fear than actual gratitude - and is pulled back onto his feet.
Patton brushes himself off as Janus reaches for the door, but then he’s piping up.
“Is… is it raining?” he asks, causing Janus to look at him funny.
When Patton realizes Janus doesn’t understand why he’s asking, he motions to the umbrella, and continues with “do I get an umbrella too? I’d… I’d rather not get wet, considering I don’t have a change of clothes and all…”
Again, Janus stares at him for a few seconds, before his lips quirk up into a genuine smile. That smile then morphs into an innocent chuckle, which has Janus shaking his head fondly. “Oh. Oh, dear,” he starts, still snickering. “No, silly. It’s not raining! it’s the middle of the day!”
Patton stares at Janus in disbelief, before shaking his head. “No… no. We were… we were sleeping!”
Janus smiles sweetly. “I’ve been guiding you to sleep during the day, so that you can be awake whilst I am,” he explains, reaching forward to scratch under Patton’s chin. Patton backs away from the touch, and nearly trips again. “Of course, I don’t need to sleep at all, but I quite enjoy relaxing. There’s not much I can do outdoors when the sun’s out anyway. Horrid sunburn, it causes, and the idea of having to rub skin-soothing ointment across my entire body afterwards just sounds so tedious.”
“It wouldn’t kill you?” Patton quietly asks.
Janus's eyes sparkle, and grins wide, purposefully showing off his fangs. “Interested in finding out?”
Patton gulps, and quickly shakes his head, lowering his gaze to the ground. “No. Sorry.”
Janus seems pleased with that response, and so turns to open his door, sliding his umbrella open at the same time. He steps into the glimmering sunlight, and is shielded by the dark, black fabric tightly webbed above him. Careful to keep his hand obscured in shade, he reaches his arm out towards Patton.
“Come on, dear,” he calls, watching as Patton lingers in the doorway. “Lest you want to starve.”
Patton takes in a deep breath, and then exhales, and slowly steps out of the door. He doesn’t want to touch Janus, but Janus affectionately links their arms together anyway, and with a flick of his wrist his front door is slamming shut behind Patton, causing the latter to jump.
“Relax,” Janus soothes him, and watches Patton bite his lip nervously as he glances behind them at the house.
“Are you sure we can’t bring the others with us?” Patton quietly asks, as Janus guides them out onto the sidewalk. As they step past his front gate - which unfortunately was left open and unlocked by his uninvited guests, which is a fact that makes Janus frown - Patton watches as Janus’s scales seem to sink into his flesh, hiding themselves from any passer-bys. His pupils - which were previously just slits - even round out. It’s unnerving, and almost disgusting in their recession, but once they’re all gone he looks incredibly… average. Until he knowingly smiles at Patton, which once again shows off his impressively sharp teeth. Guess it’s a lot harder to hide teeth than it is to hide physical markings.
“Why would I need the others?” Janus lightly responds, his heeled shoes loud against the overgrown sidewalk. Patton nearly trips once or twice over the weeds that have grown beneath the cracks in the pavement. “They’re safely locked in their rooms, and will be able to feast on what little food you guys have reserved.”
“Why do you need me?” Patton responds in turn.
Janus glances at him. “I don’t need any of you. I assumed you’d want to come and pick out what foods the four of you would enjoy. I haven’t eaten in a century; I doubt you’d want me to guess what you would find edible.”
“So you just… want me to shop? For all of us?”
Smiling, Janus squeezes Patton’s arm. “Smart boy,” he coos, before affirming “yes, that was the plan.”
“Do you have money?”
Janus laughs outright at that question. “Of course I have money!” he answers, which makes Patton flush at the absurdity of his question. “And due to horrendous inflation, I’m basically indefinitely wealthy. I’ve had no need to spend since I turned, after all. Human food does nothing for someone like me anymore.”
That has Patton looking a bit more interested. With no store currently in sight, he figures this is his chance to ask some questions.
“So,” Patton begins, attempting to keep his voice from quivering. One would think after spending days locked up in Janus’s house, being visited by him daily in order to be given food or to trade their empty bowls with fresh ones - or for him to pull one of them away - he’d be less afraid, but he isn’t. But maybe if he knew more about Janus, he’d be less scared. People fear what they don’t understand - or at least, that’s what Logan says. “You used to be human once?”
Janus eyes him with a bit of surprise. “Why?” he retaliates, which has Patton almost giving up and just walking the rest of the way in silence. But Janus doesn’t sound upset. More so curious towards Patton’s curiosity!
Patton looks down at his feet. “You said… ‘since I turned.’ As in ‘since you turned into a vampire?'”
“Or something akin,” Janus replies, with a vague shrug, before smiling and adding “but yes. I was once human, but that was long ago.”
“And you were turned into a… vampire-like creature?”
Janus chuckles at Patton’s choice of words. “I was.”
“Willingly?”
Janus almost trips over his feet, before giving Patton a discouraging look. “You’re pressing your luck,” he answers, which has Patton meekly apologizing for the invasive question. Following this discouragement is silence, which Janus believes will persist for the rest of their walk, only for Patton to clear his throat minutes later.
“You… you said you had a name, but never told us what it was,” he starts, glancing up at Janus in order to gauge his reaction, and relaxing a bit when he just sees Janus smiling back at him. “What is it?”
Lightly, Janus asks “why do you want to know?”
Patton makes a shrugging motion as they stop at a crosswalk. Janus nods towards the button fastened to the stoplight, and Patton presses it, leaving them both to wait for the light to turn red so they can safely walk across.
“I’m just wondering,” Patton murmurs. “It’d be nice to refer to you as something other than ‘the vampire’ or ‘our captor.’”
“Aw, you talk about me?”
Patton purses his lips. “Nothing good.” It sounds like a bitter comment, but Janus can tell it’s completely genuine.
Smiling at the response, as though it’s a joke, Janus decides to answer Patton’s inquiry anyway. “Janus,” he says, and gives Patton’s arm a squeeze while Patton looks at him, as though comparing Janus’s face against this new revelation of his name. “My name is Janus.”
The stoplight turns red, and the signal to walk turns green, so he and Patton walk across the crosswalk to the other side of the street, where, past a few houses, they see a grocery store in the distance. It’s on the corner of the block, almost small enough to be considered a gas station, with a parking lot only big enough to contain seven or eight cars. There’s only one actively parked though, which Janus finds relieving.
Even Patton seems pleased when they finally walk into the store, almost as if he didn’t entirely believe Janus was taking him shopping.
“Grab a cart, dear,” Janus instructs him as he slides his arm out of Patton’s and closes his umbrella. He sets it in the child seat, and then brushes his fingers along Patton’s forearm as a sort of praise, before walking forwards, expecting Patton to follow him.
“Get what you think would be best,” Janus then explains, as they enter the first aisle, being filled with bread and pastries. “Anything the cart can hold, you may have. Anything more and I think I might pass out while trying to transport the load home.”
Patton immediately grabs a loaf of bread off the shelf. “Because it’d be too much for the two of us to carry?” he asks, as he sets it near Janus’s umbrella, keeping the lower half of the cart open for what he decides to grab later. But Janus laughs aloud at his inquiry.
“Heaven’s no. You think I’m going to carry your groceries home?” Janus pokes Patton in the chest and walks forward, with Patton following behind. “You’re free to carry things if you’d like, but I figured I’d get the bags home by… other means.” Janus makes a spinning motion with his pointer finger, as though implying something, but Patton can’t decipher what he means. Upon seeing Patton’s confusion, Janus just sighs and dismisses his befuddlement with “you’ll see after we check out.”
Janus walks beside Patton as Patton pushes the cart. Patton tries to ask once or twice how often he’ll be able to actually cook, considering Janus had been pulling them out of their rooms less and less frequently, but Janus is distracted by actually inspecting human produce, and so Patton sighs and decides to shop as if Janus will let them make food.
They move from the bread towards the fruit, where fresh berries sit beside veggies decorated with fresh beads of water. They seem to have been recently sprayed. Janus frowns as Patton picks up a bundle of carrots.
“I have an entire garden, and you still want tainted produce?”
Patton huffs. “Well how was I supposed to know your garden wasn’t off-limits?”
Janus takes the carrots from Patton and sets them back by the rest of the vegetables, and grabs the front of the cart in order to steer it away from that aisle altogether.
“All you have to do is ask to go to the garden,” Janus says, as he guides Patton to the cereal aisle. The bright colours have Janus shielding his eyes as he internally ponders the poisons humans willingly ingest. “I’ll give you the basket and everything.”
“Why take me to the store then?” Patton asks, as he reaches for a few boxes of cereal. Plain wheat cereal for Logan, chocolate puffs for him and Virgil, and colourful fruity bites for Roman (though Logan will probably quietly request a couple bowls of that as well). He sets them neatly in the cart, and pushes it forward, looking queasy when he sees some flavored oatmeal at the end of the aisle.
“I assumed you wanted something more… processed,” Janus answers, seeming disgusted by the snacks that surround them after they move past the cereal. Chips, crackers, and cookies adorn this section, and Janus wonders if there’s really enough demand for these no doubt unhealthy treats to warrant an entire section.
He tries to remember if he enjoyed snacks like that. They weren’t as brightly advertised when he was human, but a particular sweet treat that sticks out in his mind is ice cream.
He had an ice cream maker… It was operated by a hand-held crank. Milk, sugar, and ice all combined and churned together…
Patton tugs on his sleeve. Janus stares down at him.
“I tried walking ahead and you weren’t moving,” Patton explains, looking nervous. “I didn’t want to move on without you because I didn’t want you to… you know… hurt one of the others.”
Janus blinks, and then sighs, and sets his hand on the small of Patton’s back. He smiles softly, and murmurs “good boy,” before pressing his lips to the top of Patton’s head, kissing his hairline. Patton looks uncomfortable at the affection, but his cheeks go pink anyway. His hands twist around the cart’s handle. He moves forward, and Janus walks with him.
Coughing and clearing his throat, Patton says “you have a working stove, yeah? What about a working oven?”
“Yes, I have a working oven. A newer model, too. My older oven had lasted quite a while, but eventually started decaying with age.”
“Is that why your kitchen is relatively modern?”
“Modern” more so meant in relation to the rest of Janus’s house, which definitely looked like it was dressed in the eighteenth century, with Janus’s kitchen still seeming older than every other house in the neighborhood, but Janus still nods. “Everything there should be modern enough to be usable.”
“Will I be able to use the kitchen? Will we?”
Janus snickers. “Yes. If you want to cook, I will supervise.”
“It probably won’t be me…” Patton steers them into the next aisle over. “I’m not a great cook. I have such a hard time idling around while waiting for food to fry. Logan or Roman are much better, though they have wildly different tastes. Roman would prefer to bake as opposed to cooking anyway.”
“So Logan’s your main chef?”
Patton smiles, his cheeks pink. “For the most part. We eat out more than we should. When we’re home, though, he insists on cooking, making sure we have proper portions of protein and carbs… he makes it complicated, admittedly, but it’s sweet that he cares about keeping us healthy.”
There’s a cramp in Janus’s stomach, and his free hand comes to rest on his lower abdomen as his other presses harder into Patton’s back.
“Why do you ask about the oven, anyway?” Janus asks, with a forced smile.
“Frozen food would be good to have, and easy to make. Like a frozen pizza or something… or maybe ice cream bars.”
“You eat ice cream?”
Patton gives Janus a weird look. “Of course I eat ice cream. Not since we’ve been with you, of course, but it was always a nice treat.” Patton twists his head to the side, stretching his neck, and causing his curls to fall away from his throat. Janus stares.
He continues staring as Patton walks through aisle after aisle, making their way through the small store rather quickly. The cart becomes more and more full as Patton picks out particular treats for each of his partners, and general food for the four of them, before moving to the next section. Of course, the frozen section is last, but as they near the foggy glass doors hiding uncooked pizzas and pot pies, Janus spots a restroom just a few steps to the left.
Janus walks towards it and pushes open the door, relieved to see it’s a single person bathroom. As Patton comes closer to him - nervous to be too far away due to Janus’s prior threat - Janus grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him away from the cart, pushing him into the bathroom instead.
Patton stumbles, and cowers as Janus steps in after him, slamming and locking the door behind him.
“I’m sorry,” Patton immediately apologizes, worried he’s messed up somehow. Janus doesn’t respond, instead stepping closer to Patton, who backs up all the way into the furthest wall. Janus keeps approaching. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry. Please, I didn’t-” Patton gulps, stuttering over his words. Janus can taste his fear. “I don’t-”
“Shh,” Janus quells, as his hands gently fall against Patton’s hips. Patton’s slumped so far against the wall that Janus stands at his height precisely, instead of Patton being a good few inches taller. “You’re not in trouble.”
Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Patton stares up at Janus with wide eyes. “Then what’s going on?”
Janus licks his lips, giving Patton an up-close look of his forked tongue. “I’m hungry.”
Patton pales.
“I haven’t had a bite to eat since Logan… and,” Janus cups Patton’s face, and easily maneuvers it to the side, thumbing Patton’s hair away from his jugular, “you look delicious.”
Patton makes a sort of whimpering noise, and Janus can feel him trembling. Weirdly enough, his unspoken fear has Janus tense himself.
“Relax,” Janus attempts to soothe him, as his thumb rubs circles into Patton’s waist. “Relax, you’ll be okay. I don’t want to kill you; I just want to feed.”
Patton sucks in a shaky breath. “I’m scared.”
Janus holds him tighter. “Don’t be scared. I don’t want a fight right now. Logan didn’t fight.”
Patton isn’t going to fight him, but any sort of cry or struggle could cause Janus’s fangs to cut and sever a spot he doesn’t intend to. And he didn’t bring Patton all the way to the store just to kill him in a public bathroom.
“Here,” Janus then says, as he leans closer to Patton, pushing their bodies together, “I can do something that will help, okay? You’ll feel better, and I’ll get to eat. Doesn’t that sound nice? Don’t you trust me?”
Patton doesn’t answer, but holds his breath, clearly preparing himself for the eventual penetration of Janus’s fangs. And Janus takes that as acceptance, and so presses his lips to Patton’s neck. He kisses the area softly, practically salivating as his lips over above Patton’s carotid artery, before he bites. He gives Patton no countdown - not wanting him to flinch or tense - but Patton cries out anyway, gripping Janus’s arms just to hold onto something, but finds himself quickly feeling warm and fuzzy.
He lets out a confused moan, as he feels Janus’s fangs still pushed into him, but where Janus bit doesn’t hurt, it just feels hot. Hot, hot, hot.
Janus’s hand slides from Patton’s hip over to his crotch, which he presses on with surprisingly pure intentions. As he pulls his face from Patton’s neck - his fangs gleaming with fresh blood - he gives the vaguest of explanations by saying “I injected you with venom. Just a little, I promise. It’ll wear off soon. But for now it’ll make you feel relaxed and hot.”
He typically didn’t use his venom on people; what did he care if they were afraid or uncomfortable while he drained them of their life? But Patton is different. Not only does he know that if he returned home without Patton in tow, the other three would be even more difficult than they already are, but Patton’s fear is just so pure. So… selfless, in the strangest of ways. Janus doesn’t want to kill him. Janus just wants to feed.
“Janus,” Patton moans weakly, as Janus’s tongue licks over his fresh wound, only for his mouth to connect around it shortly after. He sucks the blood from the puncture as he fumbles with Patton’s pants, getting them unbuttoned and pushed partially down rather quickly.
“Janus,” Patton meekly starts again, but Janus just wraps an arm around him, pushing their bodies together as he drinks.
Patton’s blood isn’t as healthy as Logan’s. It’s thick, and sweet - almost syrupy, in a way, and it blesses Janus’s taste buds by the mouthful. Patton’s bigger than Logan, so Janus has no problem indulging in a bit more than he had previously, drinking down more and more until he’s full. And then he drinks a little more past that.
His fingers slip Patton’s cock out from his pants, and delicately stroke it once or twice until Patton’s firm in his hands. Patton whimpers.
Janus doesn’t pull away to assure him, but squeezes his arm around Patton instead in an attempt to soothe him.
“This is wrong,” Patton mumbles, between soft pants as Janus slowly begins working Patton’s cock in his hands. “This is wrong, you shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…” Patton’s eyes flutter closed as he slumps further against the wall, both the venom and the blood loss making him feel drowsy and dizzy. And Janus’s hand is making him feel good. “I know you… I know you and Virgil… I know…”
Janus makes a humming noise against Patton’s throat as he swallows down more blood. Some of it trickles down Patton’s collarbone and soaks into the front of his shirt.
“The others too, I bet. Is that right? You’ve… you’ve done this to all of them?”
Janus knows he’s not asking about drinking blood, and so squeezes Patton’s cock in confirmation, delighting in the way Patton’s hips weakly buck into his fist.
Patton says nothing else, supposedly just wanting verification to his suspicions. Janus can guess he isn’t happy, but as he pulls away just enough to glance into Patton’s eyes, he sees that there’s some twisted sense of comfort Patton finds in knowing that it’s happened to each one of them. Janus would have supposed there’d be anger, betrayal, or some blame shoved onto the shoulders of those too weak to resist Janus, but there’s nothing.
Patton doesn’t meet his gaze, instead letting his own flutter closed as he slides an arm around Janus to keep him close. The action almost surprises Janus enough to make him choke, but he’s quick to swallow down the last bit of blood and pull away, completely satiated.
He licks over the wound a few times until the bleeding stops, and then cleans the blood staining the little hairs around Patton’s neck with his finger, which he sucks clean after.
“Good job, my love,” Janus praises him, earning a soft noise from Patton who’s fully supported by Janus’s strong hold on him. He’s heavy and hot, relaxed and pleasured, completely open to receiving whatever Janus gives him, including soft, slow pleasure.
Pre spills onto Janus’s fingers, which he just smears against Patton’s cock, causing his palm to slide with more ease. Having seen all of them flustered and sensual, it’s a lot easier to imagine them as a group playing together. And what a cute visual that is. Logan implied they switch who does what quite often, but Janus just can’t imagine sweet Patton on top of any of them!
Janus kisses the forming scab on Patton’s neck, and Patton’s cheeks flush at the action.
“Janus,” Patton moans, a little louder than he was previously. “Janus… ‘m so hot…”
“I know, dear, I know,” Janus shushes him, “you’re so hot, and relaxed, and you did so, so good. I’m so full, you know. You helped me so much.”
Patton whines, his head falling back against the bathroom wall.
Sweat rolls down the side of his face as Janus keeps his own head resting against Patton’s shoulder, keeping them close while pumping Patton’s cock slowly. He doesn’t need to rush Patton through this, and he doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy such. Besides, he might as well give the venom some time to work its way through him.
And Patton keeps saying his name. Over, and over, and over. He never would have expected that giving away something so valuable to some human would leave him breathless, but it does. Because there’s emotion and need behind Patton’s soft chirps of “Janus, Janus, Janus.” Emotion Janus can taste when his tongue flicks out of his mouth, mixed in with the scent of sweat and fresh blood intermingled into the humid air.
“I’m hot,” Patton breathes, and this time Janus knows he means something different. So Janus works his cock a little faster, while slipping his other hand beneath Patton’s shirt to trace shapes into Patton’s back.
Patton lets out a trembling moan as the venom works its way from his foggy head, to his sensitive chest, down to his aching cock, pushing relaxation and pleasure through his muscles and veins until his fingers are gripping Janus’s shirt - holding tight to Janus as though he was Roman or Logan or Virgil - and he’s coming with a barely audible call of Janus’s name.
Janus works him wordlessly through his orgasm, and steps away when Patton lets out a whine of discomfort. He then grabs some rather uncomfortable paper towels and uses them to wipe his hands free of the mess. He wets another towel before pressing it to Patton’s face, blotting it free of sweat using cool water, and then washing his shaft and thighs down after. The motion is quick, but uncharacteristically affectionate. Patton tugs up his boxers as Janus tosses the dirtied, cheap paper towels into the toilet and promptly flushes it.
He’s still buttoning his pants as Janus returns to him, with Janus gently guiding Patton’s hands away to do it himself, before helping Patton stand up straight.
“How are you feeling?” Janus murmurs, as Patton pulls away from his touch and attempts to balance on his own. “I was careful not to inject you with too much; I understand we still have a bit more shopping left to do. But I know you might still be loopy.”
Janus watches him take a step, and though it’s not like he’s going to topple and fall at any given moment, he’s still visibly unsteady. So Janus reaches for him, and interlocks their arms once more. “Let me help, I insist,” he says, as he gives Patton a studier figure to rely on. And Patton does, letting out a soft sigh of relief.
Janus helps him out of the bathroom, and is himself relieved when there’s nobody around to speculate on what the two of them were doing in a single person stall together, and guides Patton back to their cart, which is right where they left it. As he guides Patton’s hands to the cart’s handles, he himself pulls his arm away.
“I believe you were grabbing some frozen foods right before I rudely interrupted you,” Janus says, as Patton blearily stares at the glass doors holding the chilled produce.
Patton takes a moment to process Janus’s words, and then nods, reaching into a door for a frozen pizza, and grabs three different types. He sets them in the cart, and takes a few steps forward, seemingly regaining his composure by the minute. He grabs some other frozen foods - like chicken nuggets or french fries; things that can be easily baked, as though assuming Janus won’t let him out to cook often - and then they get to the dessert section.
Patton considers the different ice creams and frozen cakes for a bit, as though trying to remember what each of his lovers enjoy, but Janus’s eyes fall onto the standard vanilla ice cream.
It’s just a pint in flashy packaging, and Janus is sure it won’t taste as good as home churned ice cream, but still, he stares at it. He’s not sure if it’ll even taste at all! The last time he had human food it was exceptionally bland, and that fact had remained true for every food he’d tried. In enhancing his taste buds’ ability to enjoy the nuanced flavors in blood, it had taken away their ability to relish in normal food. He hadn’t missed food since getting his first taste of blood, but now he feels an ache in his chest as he stares at it. Something about the idea of ice cream makes him nostalgic.
He reaches past Patton - who is stacking cookies and cream atop cookie dough, atop strawberry cheesecake, atop moose tracks - and grabs a small case of vanilla. Just a simple four ounce container. Patton watches him with surprise as he sets it in the cart.
“I thought human food didn’t do anything for you,” he asks, which has Janus almost plucking the sweet treat from the cart and putting it right back.
His want for it is foolish - Patton’s right in this case, after all. But he keeps it in the cart anyway.
“I can still feel the temperature,” Janus says, dismissing Patton’s confusion. “And it’s getting hot out. A bit of cold here and there will feel refreshing.”
Patton nods as though he understands and sets his own ice cream in the cart, though he more unceremoniously drops it in as opposed to his earlier precise stacking. He cares less about keeping things organized, but Janus supposes they’re almost done, so Patton has no need to reserve space anyway.
The ice cream seems to be the last of things, so Patton steers them towards a checkout aisle, where the single cashier looks like they’re falling asleep as they stand. They’re barely paying attention as they scan through the duo’s items, and read out the total while sounding equally as mentally absent. Janus fishes out an old but upkept wallet from his pocket and pulls out a handful of cash, which he gives to the cashier. The change he gives to Patton for “safekeeping,” though really it’s because he doesn’t care enough to slide a few measly dollars and pennies into the wallet he’s already folded up and put away.
Patton pushes the cart outside and into the parking lot, stalling in the open space as Janus lingers in the doorway and slides open his umbrella once more, before joining him.
“You said you had other means of getting the groceries home,” Patton begins, as he looks at the pile of freshly bagged items. “As opposed to carrying. Are we… We’re not stealing the shopping cart, right?”
“I’d have no use for a shopping cart dear,” Janus huffs, as he glances around the barren lot to make sure no one’s around. “It’d ruin my home’s aesthetic. Which has taken years to cultivate, by the way.”
Janus snaps, and opens his hand so that his palm is flatly open. It’d be facing the sun, if his umbrella wasn’t in the way. It sits low at his abdomen, but as he raises his hand up, the groceries rise with it. Patton looks on in awe.
In the same way he’d pulled the baskets towards him in the garden while having his fun with Logan, Janus now pushes the groceries between houses and backyards in order to quickly but subtly get them back to his own house without straining to carry them all the way home. He has to focus for a moment on pulling his back door open and pushing the groceries inside, but he’s had years to memorize his house layout, and so visualizes the bags one by one floating through the grand backdoor and through his corridors, before he lowers his hand back down, picturing the bags settling gently on the ground. As his eyes reopen, he’s confident they’re home, and only a tad drained by the experience of getting them there.
He turns to Patton, and smiles with a mixture of pride and smugness. “See? A lot easier than carrying them.”
Patton smiles politely and nods his head and thanks before pushing the cart back towards the entrance. As he returns to Janus, he says “I thought you’d prefer things the old fashioned way, honestly.”
“I prefer ease,” Janus clarifies, as he walks a few steps behind Patton, though neither of them are walking particularly quick. The sun’s raised a bit, and Patton seems to enjoy the heat radiating onto his skin. He’s still a bit clumsy on his feet, but he’s happy enough that Janus sees no active reason to pull him back and obscure him partially under the shade of his umbrella.
He keeps up his current pace, letting Patton drift ahead of him. What first goes from watching Patton’s leisure enjoyment eventually morphs into looking around the town. Janus hasn’t really gone anywhere in years. He’s had no need to.
Tires screech in the distance, but when Janus looks towards the source of the noise, he sees nothing.
Of course he hasn’t been oblivious to the changes. He’s heard the demolition of some old houses, and been kept up by the construction of newer ones, but actually observing the colourful, tall streets being warped into more slanted, more bland houses situated too close to each other and looking unimpressive has him frowning. His own house was distanced from others for a reason. There was a big yard, big fences, and a looming feeling it had when you stood before it. Janus remembers when his father bought it, promising it’d be his someday. And Janus promised he’d keep it the way it was - no demolishing, no renovations - preservation in its purest form.
Patton’s bright blue shirt stands out especially amongst the grey and dreary houses. Even Janus’s house doesn’t look that drab, despite its dark colours! Patton walks forward, stepping off the sidewalk and into the street, making his way onto the crosswalk before Janus. Janus glances at the stoplight, and sees it’s red, but still moves a little faster to catch up.
The number signaling their time to cross is still in double digits. They have plenty of time to move from one side of the street to the other. But a horn suddenly crescendoing speaks otherwise, filling both Janus and Patton with sudden anxiety. Patton’s head whips towards the truck that’s carelessly running a red light, but Janus’s focus is immediately on Patton.
His hand reaches forward, plunging it into the bright sun so he can seize the back of Patton’s shirt in order to pull him backwards. The force of him tugging Patton away from the truck barreling by is violent enough to send both of them stumbling onto their rear ends near the curb they had just stepped from.
Janus nearly drops his umbrella, but holds it firm over his head. His calves are exposed to the sun, but they’re protected by cloth - the sun peeking in through the miniscule fibers isn't going to do as much damage as clear, intense exposure. He used to wear gloves when he first turned as a precaution, but then he stopped going out. But now, as his pupils snap back into slits and scales start to flip back onto his skin, he tucks his wrist against his chest, staring down at it.
“Fuck!” he curses, his voice cracking. His skin is broiling, with dark, bloody blisters and welts already bubbling over and spilling down the limb. He sits there for a moment, watching as the sizzling slows, and retching when the strong scent of burnt flesh hits his tongue.
He hears Patton gag, and so looks over, watching as Patton holds his hand over his mouth. He’s staring at Janus’s hand, but looks up when Janus turns towards him.
“Oh…” Patton gulps, before reaching towards him. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I felt so dizzy… I’m… I wasn’t even processing… I thought you just said you’d- you’d get sunburnt!”
Hearing his stretched truths be thrown back at his face has him seething, and Janus pushes himself to stand, struggling a bit with his injured hand but eventually getting back onto his feet. Patton moves towards him, but Janus just straightens his posture, and tightens his grip on the umbrella.
“Walk,” Janus orders him, before Patton can even get a word out. Patton shrinks in fear, and glances at the stoplight. It’s still red, but they have less time to go than before. Janus’s hand throbs.
“But-” Patton tries to argue, as he watches the countdown tick into single digits. Janus raises his injured hand up, and winces as he waves it, causing Patton’s hand to slap over his mouth.
“Walk,” Janus repeats, this time using his elbow to shove Patton further out into the street. He walks right by his side this time, and any time Patton slows at all, Janus is pushing him forward, until Patton’s basically skittering quickly down the crosswalk.
They reach the other side with no more issues, but Janus is looming over him as they rush down the sidewalk. Janus has longer strides than Patton does, and so Patton frequently finds himself slipping behind, and has to jog to keep up. Tears prick his eyes as rotted flesh and strained spit fill his senses as he genuinely struggles to keep at Janus’s side, and basically stumbles through Janus’s front door when they get there. His legs burn as though he’s been running for hours, and with his fingers still tightly clamped over his mouth, he feels like he can hardly breathe.
Both the door slamming shut and Janus throwing his umbrella onto the ground only add to Patton’s building, twisting panic, and he whimpers as he’s grabbed by the back of the shirt and pulled up Janus’s stairs, through the hallway, and to a door different than the ones he’s seen before.
Without saying a word Janus kicks the bottom of the door and sends it flying open, revealing a dark room Patton’s never seen before. Patton tries to ask what Janus is doing, but only sounds escape his muffled mouth, and Janus is carelessly tossing him inside without even giving Patton the chance to try and pry his palm away from his face. Patton cries in confusion.
He turns around on the floor, his eyes filled with tears, and looks up at Janus pleadingly. But Janus’s upper half is obscured in shadow. All Patton can see are his piercing, unfeeling eyes, and his injured hand, which looks as though his skin is falling in slats right off the bone. Patton reaches towards him, but he can’t get anywhere close before Janus is grabbing the door handle with his good hand and slamming it shut, leaving Patton in the shrouding darkness, barely able to breathe, unable to see, and hopelessly confused. His body is hot. His mind is fuzzy. And all he can do is cry.
And all Janus can do is slump against the door on the other side, holding his wrist desperately in an attempt to keep his hand together, and quietly blink away the tears that rapidly swell within his eyes.
Hello this is the anon who went crazy over how excited I was for Patton’s chapter last time you posted hunger hurts. I made a smut side blog just so I could reblog this chapter when it came out (I’m truly obsessed with things happening to Patton)
And oh my GOODNESS did this live up to my expectations and more!!! Janus introducing himself to Patton, that being the first in a rather long stream of much more human behaviours from him that he seems embarrassed of, like putting the ice cream back when patton asked about it? Adorable. The way Patton seems to be a sort of catalyst for that, maybe?
And him taking COMFORT from the fact that he isn’t alone, and that the others had been through it too, I’m SOBBING! He knows Virgil has, which means Virgil has talked about it, the poor baby, and Patton must have been so scared to go anywhere with Janus knowing he’d done that to Virgil, but he was still so careful not to wake him, RARRGHHHH
Janus’ little slips into his humanity ending with him getting HORRIFICALLY INJURED (because, seriously, ow) almost makes me feel sorry for him. The one time he’s actually trying to be nice and this is what he gets. But also… don’t kidnap and perv on a group of innocent men. Karma, perhaps. But I’m sure it’s only going to make him so much more brutal towards them and lowkey looking forward to it
anyway. All this to say, fantastic update as always, my Patton-centric ass is thriving
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