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Virgil was in a good mood. Remus was coming for a visit! It’d been nearly a month since his last visit, and Virgil did miss him, though he would only admit such aloud under duress. 

Remus fit into his dynamic with Janus, or rather, there was a whole new dynamic when he was around to be included. It was very different from usual, and not something Virgil would be able to keep up with all the time, but for his brief visits, it was exciting to shake things up. 

One unique thing that Virgil enjoyed was how consent was communicated a bit differently. They had had many, long discussions about kinks and limits, and knew well what each of them liked and disliked and what was too far. But when it was just Janus and Virgil, usually a few kinks would be picked before a session, and they would enjoy those few specifically. When Remus joined, it was more all-or-nothing, where what he might do at any moment would be entirely spontaneous. It could be a lot. A whole lot of fun, certainly, but also overwhelming. Which was why they’d come up with a system. Virgil pulled out his box, taking the collar out and clipping it on. As long as he had it on, he was ready for whatever, and when he was ready to stop, he’d remove it. Janus had a pair of gloves to signify the same thing, and Remus had a neon sash. 

An excited shiver ran down Virgil’s spine. He usually waited till after Remus’s arrival and some greetings before putting the collar on. But he was practically vibrating with energy, and he’d missed Remus. He felt like Remus could absorb him like a slime and he wouldn’t bat an eyelash. 

It would be nice if Remus was around more often. His job had him always traveling, and while he made sure to visit when he could, it’d be nicer if that happened to be more frequently. 

But ah well. Virgil would get the chance to pester and brat at him all day, forcing him to keep his hands busy on him. 

Now. He just had to wait until Remus actually arrived. Virgil flopped onto the couch in the living room, pulling out his phone and trying not to be too obvious about his leg jiggling. The collar pressed lightly on his throat, teasing him already. 

Virgil looked up when Janus came out of the bathroom, yellow gloves tucked in his elbow as he waited for his hands to be thoroughly dry. Janus smirked at him. 

“So eager to get fucked, hmm?” 

Virgil stuck out his tongue. “Like you’re any better. You’re clearly just about to put them on.” 

Janus blinked innocently. “Put what on? I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.” 

Virgil scoffed, but before he could say anything his attention was snatched by the sound of keys outside the door. He jumped to his feet, reaching the door just as Remus opened it. 

Remus’s eyes brightened the instant he saw Virgil, and Virgil noticed them snag on the collar as his gaze raked over him. 

Remus grabbed Virgil in a tight hug, spinning them around. “Stormcloud!” He tried to hold Virgil tight with one arm, while the other fumbled in his pocket, trying to rapidly pull out his sash and get it over his head. 

Virgil squeezed back, laughing at Remus’s excitement. “You ass!” 

Remus got the sash over his head, and shifted his grip on Virgil so he could hold him up with both hands on his ass. 

“Oh yes, ignore me entirely,” Janus drawled, but his smirk was incredibly fond. 

Remus gave Janus a loud kiss, not releasing Virgil. “Fuck, I missed you guys!” 

“Missed you too, Menace,” Janus said fondly, patting Remus’s cheek. Virgil noted that his gloves were now on. 

Virgil scoffed, but he was unable to keep the massive grin from his face. “Gross, affection.” 

Remus retaliated by claiming Virgil’s mouth, invading with his tongue and making Virgil’s head spin. 

Janus made a haughty sound. “The both of you, ignoring your master and not even making it a good show.”

Virgil felt the sudden grin against his lips before Remus pulled away. “Oh, I can give you a good show!” 

“You’ve been traveling, and probably haven’t showered in ages!” Virgil said in false protest. 

Remus blew a raspberry, getting his face wet. Virgil scrubbed at it with his sleeves, and yelped as he was unceremoniously dropped into one of the barstools. Remus was rapidly shimmying his pants down, and then grabbed Virgil’s shirt, yanking it roughly over his head. 

“You could- give me a minute!” Virgil spluttered. 

Remus just laughed gleefully, and Virgil caught a glimpse of Janus, leaned against the wall, watching smugly. 

Virgil tried batting Remus’s hands away from his pants until Remus kissed along his collarbone, scraping his teeth against the skin and making Virgil melt. 

“Oh fuck,” Virgil gasped, grabbing at Remus’s shoulders for stability, tangling the fingers of one hand into the silky sash material. 

“Just about!” Remus crowed, tugging Virgil’s pants down. 

“Oh, Virgil,” Janus purred, stepping in to leave more kisses along his throat. “Do remember you aren’t allowed to cum without permission.” 

Virgil whined, but a sharp pinch to his nipple had it morphing to a moan. 

Remus lifted Virgil again, able to hold his weight with just one arm, while the other teased at his hole. Virgil felt dizzy, drunk or high or something. The rough, sudden actions, the manhandling, Remus’s strength being displayed so unassumingly, it all floated his mind higher, sending blood thrumming downwards. 

“Bring him over this way,” Janus said. “I want to sit while I watch you.” 

Virgil clutched tighter to Remus as they left the safety net of the stools. But thoughts of being dropped fizzled away as thick fingers prodded at him, trying to ease their way in without lube. Pain and pleasure sparkled together, ridding his mind of thoughts more effectively than anything else could. 

“Oh, don’t break him this early in the day,” Janus chided gently. “You know you’ll want to keep fucking him.” 

Remus huffed, but removed his fingers, and when they touched Virgil again they were cold and slick. 

“Oh fuck, I adore your ass,” Remus growled, leaving sloppy kisses and bites over Virgil’s chest and shoulders. “Think about it all the time when I’m gone. Just having you in my hands, having my dick in you, bending you over and fucking into that ass.” 

Virgil shuddered, shaky moans spilling from him as Remus stretched him. “Then- fuck- then get- get in it already!” 

“Desperate fucking slut,” Remus said, and despite the words being degrading, he said them as if they were the highest praise. 

He shifted his grip on Virgil, lining up with his entrance, and thrust in roughly. Virgil cried out with the sudden stretch, stinging sharply after not enough prep. 

Remus groaned lowly, nearly a growl. “So tight, has Janus been depriving you?” 

Virgil shook his head, wanting Remus to start moving already. “W-waited for—“ 

Remus made a feral noise, moving suddenly and roughly, pounding into Virgil. “Gonna mold you around my cock. Make you a perfect fucktoy.” 

Virgil bit down on the join between Remus’s shoulder and neck, muffling the wails of pleasure pouring from him. He was dangerously close to cumming, all his nerves lit up between pain and pleasure, sensation rocketing through him. He had to hold back. He wasn’t allowed. 

Remus didn’t take long to cum, especially when he was controlling the speed and depth, chasing his pleasure however he liked with Virgil’s body. Warmth flooded into Virgil with little warning, Remus groaning out obscenities into his ear. 

Virgil clutched tighter, digging his nails into Remus’s back. “Don’t,” he gasped. He wasn’t capable of more words than that, trembling and achingly hard. 

“I’ll keep you,” Remus answered, knowing what Virgil wanted, their long history helping. 

He plopped down on the couch next to Janus, jostling his still-hard dick inside Virgil to press against his prostate unexpectedly. Virgil keened, clinging tight and trying not to cum with the stimulation. 

“I’ve got a teddy bear now,” Remus declared, his voice already sounding nearly back to his normal self. 

Janus chuckled, and another hand rubbed circles on Virgil’s back. “Color?” 

“Green,” Virgil squeaked. 

“Awww,” Janus teased, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “Are you close?” 

Virgil nodded, screwing his eyes shut and trying not to whimper. A finger trailing along his throbbing dick ruined his attempts. 

“F-fuck I can’t!” Virgil gasped. “I-I can’t if you— please…” 

Remus chortled, shifting beneath him and making Virgil shudder with pleasure. “Why don’t you beg your master all pretty and maybe he’ll let you cum?” 

Virgil turned watery eyes towards Janus, hoping for what he knew wouldn’t be given. “Please? Please, Master, I’m so close, please can I cum?” 

Janus smirked and leaned in to kiss his forehead sweetly. “No, you may not.” 

Virgil whimpered as the finger circled his tip, spreading precome along his shaft. 

“Ugh, he’s so perfect,” Remus groaned. “How do you have such a sexy little thing in your face everyday?” 

“I fuck him till he cries,” Janus said smugly, wiping at a tear that hadn’t quite fallen from Virgil’s eye. 

“Mean to me,” Virgil muttered, trying desperately to control his breathing and arousal. 

“Ohh, am I?” Janus cooed, his voice high and mocking. “So mean to my poor little Virgil.”

Virgil’s response was cut off in a gasp when the finger on his dick became a hand, stroking slowly and firmly. “Nonono, please, I c- can’t ! Please, I’ll cum, I can’t help it, please!” 

His stomach tightened, heat boiling inside him, overwhelming pleasure threatening to overflow. Virgil tried in vain to control it, spilling over just as the hand left him, abandoning him as he painted Remus’s shirt and ruining the orgasm. 

Janus clicked his tongue. “And after I told you not to, look what you’ve done.” 

“S-sorry,” Virgil said. “I-I didn’t—“ 

“Remus, put him on the ground. He doesn’t deserve to be up here with us.” 

Remus pouted at Virgil. “Well, now I lose my nice cock warmer.” He lifted Virgil off of him, setting him on the floor in front of the couch. 

“You do,” Janus agreed sympathetically. “How terrible of Virgil, taking that from you. He deserves some kind of punishment for that, don’t you agree?” 

Remus’s eyes lit back up. “Ooooh, what did you have in mind?” 

Virgil shivered, getting excited despite himself. The two of them together were dangerously creative with punishments. He was going to be driven insane, and he’d love every second of it. 

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A cock ring was slipped on before Remus shoved Virgil over the arm of the couch. Virgil held back a moan at the delightfully rough treatment. 

Janus sat on the other end of the couch, facing Virgil, and held out his hands. “Reach out, Pet, and don’t let go.”

Virgil took Janus’s hands, bent over and stretched out, anticipation thrumming through his body as Remus groped his ass. 

“You’re going to behave, aren’t you?” Janus said. “And thank Remus for whatever he gives you.” 

“Y-yes, Master,” Virgil said, shifting position slightly and relishing the pressure against his dick, trapped between his stomach and the arm of the couch. 

“Fuck, I love your ass,” Remus commented, bringing a hand down harshly against it. “Love watching it bounce.” 

Virgil yelped, tugging slightly at his hands instinctively, but Janus held him firmly. He panted, arousal rushing through him at the sting. “Than-thank you, Remus.”

Remus chuckled darkly. “Such a polite little slut.”

And then Virgil got a very bratty idea. If Remus had slapped his ass again right at that second it would’ve flown out of his head, but Remus was waiting, and making Virgil wait, and so the idea had just enough time to slip out through his lips. 

“That all you got?” 

Remus growled, and a tendril of fear twisted in Virgil’s stomach, amplifying the arousal in a powerful way. 

Janus let go of one of Virgil’s hands to grab his chin and force eye contact. “In answer to your earlier question, Remus. No, I don’t think he needs to be able to sit tomorrow.” 

That tendril of fear curled and coiled, sending more blood to Virgil’s dick. He should be apologizing right now, but all he could manage was a shaky grin. 

Remus stomped off to get more supplies. 

“Don’t you dare move, pet,” Janus said coldly. 

Virgil shivered. “I-I won’t.” 

Remus got back too quickly for Virgil to think this hadn’t been planned for. He dropped a long rope in Janus’s lap, circling around behind Virgil and squeezing his ass roughly. 

“And after you said you’d behave,” Janus scolded, tying Virgil’s wrists together and looping the rope around his hands so he couldn’t use them at all. 

“So— ahhh !” Virgil’s attempted apology cut off as something large penetrated him unexpectedly. 

Remus fucked the large, silicone butt plug in and out several times before letting it rest, stretching Virgil just to the edge of painful, but also pressing up against his prostate in a way that made him melt. 

“Color?” Janus demanded. 

“Green,” Virgil panted, trying his best not to squirm to make the plug shift inside him. 

The next instant there was a loud Smack as a paddle hit his ass. Virgil yelped, jerking against the arm of the couch. The pain of impact rapidly became intoxicating tingles spreading through him, the nudge against his prostate from his own movement, and the grinding on his dick into the arm of the couch blending the pain into a beautiful, powerful pleasure. Before he even had a chance to moan there was another hit with the paddle. 

Janus tugged on his collar. “Thank Remus,” he reminded firmly. 

Virgil stuttered and babbled through a thank you, being rewarded with another hit from the paddle. Tears sprung to his eyes, and he could barely hold back his noises of enjoyment long enough to thank him again. 

With every hit, as his ass got more tender and his dick ached with the need for release, the level of pain in the glorious blend of pain and pleasure increased. His mind fogged over, falling into the world of sensation. Submissiveness filled his desires, building up and taking over his instinct to not appear weak or pitiful. Tears streamed down his cheeks, noises of pleasure, pain, and gratitude spilling from his mouth with no coherence. 

Smack

The paddle hit over the plug, shoving it suddenly against Virgil’s prostate. It felt like cumming, despite the cock ring. Virgil’s breath caught for a long moment, releasing in a wail of tortured enjoyment. 

There was a pause in everything for a moment, and Janus brushed his bangs out of his face tenderly while Virgil shuddered and gasped. 

“What’s your color, dear?” 

“G-green—Jan… s-so good , p-ple-ase!” 

Janus smirked and nodded to Remus. “Do it again.” 

The paddle connected hard with his ass, explosions of sensation lighting up every nerve in his body as Virgil cried out. 

“Such a little pain slut,” Remus chuckled. “Getting off on his punishment.”

Virgil wailed as the paddle struck again. Not every strike jostled the plug, but enough did to keep him teetering on the highest edge of pleasure, crying desperately for it not to stop, despite the mounting overwhelm. 

Oh, the joys of being a masochist with two sadistic doms! Virgil’s throat went hoarse with cries of pain and of pleasure before Remus set down the paddle, stroking his burning ass with fingers that felt cold in comparison. 

“Can I fuck him, Jan, please? He’s so pretty all laid out like this, red and shaking.” 

Janus stroked Virgil’s face, wiping away the many tears. “Oh, he’s so gorgeous. You did such a good job, Remus. What color are you, pet?” 

“G-re…” Virgil swallowed. His mind was still so full it was hard to get words out. “—reen.”

He whimpered as the plug was pulled free, and cold lube was smeared liberally over his hole. Remus grabbed his hips and slid in, groaning. 

“Fuck, I don’t know how many more I’ve got in me,” Remus moaned. 

“Already?” Janus drawled. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.” 

Remus laughed, low and gravely. “I may need a bit of a break after this one. I still want you inside me and I want to appreciate it.” 

“Oh, you’d better appreciate it,” Janus said smoothly. 

Remus snapped his hips, slapping against Virgil’s burning cheeks and making him whimper. “Fuck, that always gets me going.” 

Remus thrust hard and fast, not aiming for Virgil’s pleasure, only chasing his own. Virgil whimpered, pushing his hips back against Remus’s thrusts, every one pushing his dick through the slick mess of precum on his stomach and the couch. The remnants of his brain were leaving him rapidly, abandoning him to pleasure and sensation. 

It didn’t take long for Remus to reach his climax, filling Virgil with wet heat and plugging him to keep it in. 

“I love the pathetic little tears,” Janus cooed, kissing them away from Virgil’s face. “I just want to keep going, if only to get more of them. You don’t mind, do you?” 

He wiggled Virgil’s head from side to side. 

“Wonderful! I was thinking of flogging the pet, what do you think, Remus?”

Flogging. Virgil loved flogging. Even with his ass on fire and his mind full of cotton, he wanted desperately to have more. He nodded his head enthusiastically, trying to slur out a green . 

Remus laughed, slapping his ass to make him whine. “Looks like he’s begging for it.”

Janus gripped his hair, making him nod again, then cooed at him condescendingly. 

Virgil barely noticed that Remus had left until he was back, brandishing a flogger where Virgil could see it. 

“Go for his thighs,” Janus said smugly. “He makes such pretty noises when you do.” 

“He also tries to shut his legs,” Remus commented. “And then I can’t get the sensitive spots.” 

Janus smirked. “So tie his ankles to the feet of the couch.” 

Virgil shuddered. Talking over him as if he wasn’t there, especially talking about how better to hurt him, to make him make the noises they preferred to hear. Oh, it was doing things inside him. 

Remus did indeed fasten straps around his ankles, locking them in place where he couldn’t close his legs. Virgil whimpered in anticipation, but it just made Janus and Remus more excited. 

Janus tugged on the rope around his wrists, pulling him out straight again. “Will you be a good little pet this time? Cry so pretty for your doms?” 

Virgil nodded desperately. He would be good. He would be so good! 

The flogger struck on his inner thigh with a thud, each little strand leaving behind a beautiful sting. Virgil instinctively tried to pull back and cover the spot, but the ropes around his ankles and wrists held him too well. A pitiful whine pulled from his throat, cut off by a sob as the flogger hit again in the same place. 

When Janus flogged him, he emphasized anticipation, varying the strength and location of each strike to keep Virgil guessing. Remus was much more straightforward, leaving fast hits along Virgil’s thighs until they were as red and burning as his ass. 

Virgil dissolved rapidly into a sobbing, whimpering mess, crying in Janus’s arms. Janus kissed away the tears as they flooded his cheeks, praising him the whole time for taking the pain so well and looking so pretty. 

And then it was like a bubble popped, and Virgil was floating over the sea of sensation, rather than being tossed around inside it. Everything felt light. 

Janus murmured something to Remus, and they started untying him. Virgil clung to whoever was nearest. Every loop of rope undone made him feel like he was floating away, and he wanted to stay grounded. They were saying things in soft voices, giving him kisses that made him giggle, and trying to move him to lay on his stomach on the couch. 

His head was on someone’s lap, and they were rubbing his shoulders gently. 

“Sure dipped deep into the subspace there, didn’t you, Stormy?” Remus murmured. 

Virgil made a sound in response. It wasn’t coherent, but he wanted to give a response of some kind. 

“Have fun?” Remus asked. 

Virgil nodded against his leg. 

“I’ve got the cream,” Janus said, and Virgil could hear a bit of concealed worry in his voice. 

He flailed one arm, trying to reach for his lover. His hand caught on one of Janus’s bare ones. A thought floated through Virgil’s mind, that he must be scared or dropping if he took his gloves off so fast after a scene. But he wasn’t organized enough to convert that thought into a response, much less make the response exit his mouth. He squeezed Janus’s hand, whining needily. If he’d been able to make it into words, he might’ve said, I still want you. 

“I think he’s back to normal spaced out Virgie,” Remus said. 

Virgil sloppily nodded against Remus’s leg. 

Janus sighed in relief. “Alright. I’d like to talk more when we’re all done.” 

“Course, Jay,” Remus said immediately. 

Virgil tried for another nod, his head feeling very heavy. 

“We’re going to get you a drink, dear,” Janus murmured. “And put some cream on. You’re quite red and you’ll likely bruise a bit.” 

Virgil managed one more nod, hoping a nap was part of the plan. His body was becoming heavier and heavier, and the high of the scene was fading, and leaving him very tired. 

The cream was cool, but fingers against his burning skin made him whine. It didn’t feel nearly so nice now that the scene was over. But Janus was fast and careful, and Remus comforting and gentle. 

They coaxed a straw into his mouth and made him drink something sweet and tangy before laying a light blanket over his back and letting him drift off. 

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Virgil woke to the muffled sounds of sex.

He stretched slowly, a soreness on his thighs and ass reminding him pleasantly of his activities before sleeping. His hand raised to touch his throat. The collar was gone, but he quickly found it laid near him on the couch.

Virgil clicked it around his throat again. He wasn't ready to be done, not yet. Though, he would definitely ask them to go easy on him, maybe let him watch and do small things for a bit.

He half squirmed, half slumped off the couch, pulling the blanket with him. He yawned again, twisting it around on his shoulders till it was situated more or less like a cape.

Slowly, he went looking to find where it was that Janus and Remus were fucking.

He found them on his and Janus's bed, Remus with his face squashed into the mattress, very ineffectively trying to muffle his moans. Janus was over him, thrusting into him, slow and focused, clearly hitting Remus's prostate with every jerk of his hips.

Janus noticed Virgil's presence in the door first, clicking his tongue disappointedly. He swatted at Remus's ass. "See, you woke our pet. Can't even be a good slut and be quiet while I make you feel good."

Remus immediately got much louder with his moaning. "Virgil!" he tried to manage cheerfully, the blend of cheerful and pleasured in his voice rather intoxicating.

Virgil hummed in response, leaning against the doorframe, enjoying the sight.

Janus groaned, his thrusting growing more erratic. "Exhibitionist," he panted, faux-scolding. "Fucking pulsing around me just with more eyes on you."

Remus moaned wantonly, rocking back and forth to meet Janus's thrusts.

Janus swatted at his ass again distractedly, panting in the way he always did when he was close and trying to hide it. "Greedy— hah… greedy bitch."

Remus jerked, crying out wordlessly and painting the blanket beneath him. Virgil felt the briefest flicker of concern before registering that Janus had laid out their sex blanket over the bed. He wouldn't have to wash it out of his favorite blanket.

Janus sped up, growing more and more erratic until he groaned, curling over Remus, his hips twitching in small thrusts as he worked through his own orgasm.

Virgil smiled fondly. He loved them so much, and they were both so gorgeous.

"I'll get you some wet cloths and drinks," he offered.

Janus nodded against Remus's back. Remus made a strange sound that was probably appreciative, wriggling slightly under Janus to try and turn to look at Virgil.

Virgil let his blanket drop back onto the couch as he passed it, heading to the kitchen to grab drinks. He grabbed two water bottles and one soda, turning on the kitchen sink to let the water start heating up. He dropped off the drinks first, setting them on the bedside table before going back for washcloths and wetting them with the warm water.

When he got back with the washcloths, Remus and Janus had separated, Janus laying back with his eyes closed. Janus always got tired after topping, and it seemed like today he might have started with less energy anyway.

Virgil tossed one cloth to Remus, and touched the back of Janus's hand with the other. "May I?"

Janus nodded mutely, with a soft smile as he cracked his eyes open for a moment. Virgil leaned over to kiss his forehead before gently wiping him down, clearing cum and sweat from his skin.

"Oh, do me too!" Remus said.

He'd already half-wiped himself off, and then just stopped in the middle, letting the cloth cool. Virgil snorted. "Ridiculous.

"I could always command you to do it," Remus teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Virgil rolled his eyes, and went over to him, plucking the cloth from his hand. "Fine, but I'm not using a dirty cloth, you'll have to wait for me to get a new one," he said, just to be petty.

Remus beamed, and tried to slap Virgil's ass as he left. Virgil was wise to his tricks though, swinging his hips out of reach.

"He loves me too~" Virgil heard as he exited the room. There was a quieter answer from Janus, too muffled by distance for Virgil to make it out.

Virgil returned with a fresh cloth, wiping a suspiciously messy Remus, as if he'd spread it around just to make Virgil have to clean him more.

"You are absurd," Virgil said, flicking Remus's shoulder.

"But you love me~" Remus returned, grinning far too proudly.

Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't resist the fond smile.

Remus hopped up from the bed once he was clean, far too energetic.

Virgil gathered up the messy linens and piled them in a basket for later washing. He got into the bed, curling up to Janus's side.

"Tired?"

Janus hummed noncommittally. "Just need a few minutes."

"Ibuprofen?"

Janus made a long considering noise. Virgil sat up, noting the amount of water Janus had drunk since he'd brought it.

"Did you two eat anything while I was asleep?"

Janus's lips pinched in what Virgil knew was a no. He slid on a pair of boxers, considering whether he also wanted a t shirt that would surely come back off soon enough.

"You don't need to stop playing to take care of me," Janus said, his tone a little sour.

Virgil sat on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on Janus's belly, toying with the hair idly. "Or, you could command me to serve you, and let me get horny from it."

Janus snorted, a grin returning to his face. He reached for Virgil's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Then go, pet. Get me some painkillers and make us all a meal."

Virgil raised Janus's hand to his lips. "Of course."

He didn't make anything too fancy, just putting together sandwiches and reheating some leftover sides they had in the fridge. Remus starting helping spontaneously, obnoxiously stealing sandwich ingredients as Virgil was assembling, and piling strange additions onto his own sandwich.

He also kept trying to slap Virgil's ass by surprise, which Virgil was attempting to avoid. He was still quite tender, and a sudden slap would be more uncomfortable than hot at the moment. But the game of avoiding it was fun, even as it got more difficult the more determined Remus got.

Virgil was successful at his avoidance game through the making of the meal, and tucked near Janus while they ate, hoping for a bit of shelter.

"Hey, Janny~" Remus said, his tone conspiratorial. "If you're still tired, I've got an idea that'll keep you entertained without having to stand up for it."

Janus raised an eyebrow with an interested smirk. "Oh?"

Remus giggled excitedly. "Me and Virgie can play 'Don't get Fucked'~"

Virgil bit his lip, trying to hide the nervous grin already tugging at his lips.

Janus looked all too interested in the idea as well, and Remus was practically vibrating in his seat.

"You'd have to move the couch against the wall, where I get the best view," Janus said.

"Done!" Remus broke in nearly before Janus finished his sentence, jumping up and rushing over to the couch, moving it one side at a time all by himself.

Virgil pushed around the last bite of steamed vegetables on his plate, trying to act as if all the blood in his body wasn't making a rush for his dick and face.

But Janus tipped up his chin with one finger, looking unbearably knowing and smug. "What do you think of the idea, pet?"

Virgil's cheeks burned. He shrugged, his voice coming out a bit choked. "…whatever."

Janus chuckled, releasing his chin. "Let's try it another way. Color?"

Virgil ducked his head. "Green."

"Did it!" Remus announced, standing proudly next to the couch, now against the wall in an ideal position for Janus to sit and watch the proceedings.

"Let us finish eating, and then you may start," Janus said smoothly.

Just a few minutes later, they were both standing in front of Janus, a bit more than an arm's length apart, and Virgil was nearly as excited as Remus.

"Ready… and, begin!" Janus announced.

Virgil jerked away from the starting grab from Remus, darting across the room. He didn't dare go for the kitchen, or the bedroom, not yet. Remus would chase him in and corner him. So he just kept running around the open living/dining area, trying to keep ahead of Remus.

Once, Remus nearly cornered him against the half-wall that divided the kitchen from the large room, and Virgil squealed, the adrenaline and chase getting to him and breaking down his self-consciousness over presentation. Remus responded with a sound akin to a growl, swiping his hand out, not to grab, but to slap against Virgil's ass.

Virgil yelped, the additional pain sending a kick of prey instinct tearing through his brain. He ran away for the table, knocking several chairs over to slow Remus down behind him.

"Don't break our chairs!" Janus warned.

Remus had to pause to pick them back up, or to leap over them, and Virgil made it all the way across the room. But there wasn't anywhere to go from there. With the couch pushed to the wall, he couldn't put anything between himself and Remus. And Remus wasn't long to come chasing after him again.

Virgil waited, panting, until Remus was close before dashing off again, trying to stay away from his grasping fingers.

"Get him~" Janus egged on.

Virgil made a short, breathless sound of betrayal. He went for the kitchen, snatching up a spatula from the utensil holder and brandishing it at Remus.

Remus just laughed evilly. "That's not gonna stop me~!"

Virgil squirmed back and forth in the small space, swatting at Remus's arms and hands whenever they got too close. But finally Remus managed to catch his boxers.

Virgil dove for the ground, throwing Remus off guard, and then shimmied himself forward and out of his boxers, dashing into the larger, more open room again.

Janus laughed and wolf whistled, and after a moment of blinking in surprise, Remus also laughed, running after Virgil again.

Virgil tried to be clever, ducking in and out of the kitchen and bedroom, waiting until Remus was close before dashing away, using things to hold him away or swat at him, but ultimately Remus had more stamina in an all-out chase.

Ultimately, Remus grabbed at Virgil's arm, and managed a hold firm enough that Virgil couldn't slip out of it. Virgil thrashed against the hold, an instinctual fear sending shivers through all of him, but Remus shoved him against a wall, pinning both his wrists.

Virgil yelled something wordless, jerking against Remus's hold and looking around frantically for any way of escape. Nothing presented itself.

He brought one leg up, enough to kick forcefully at Remus's stomach, shoving him away. His grip faltered, and Virgil ran again.

Remus coughed, doubling over, but after a mere second it turned to low laughter, and when he turned back to Virgil, there was a terrifying glint in his eye. A shiver tingled down Virgil's spine, setting his knees wobbling.

It wasn't long before Remus caught hold of him again, this time shoving him to the ground, pressing a heavy knee between his shoulder blades where Virgil couldn't get up, no matter how he squirmed and thrashed.

Finally he went still, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest, his breaths coming in little desperate pants.

"Color, Stormy?"

It brought Virgil back to himself somewhat. Reminded him that this was all a game. That he was still safe. "Green."

His arms were grabbed, twisted behind his back where he had no choice but to move where Remus wanted. Virgil bit back a whimper as Remus tugged him closer to the couch.

Remus grabbed the rope, still on the couch from earlier, and tied Virgil's arms behind his back, then pushed his legs apart. Virgil tried once more to squirm away, a token defense, really, as he was now quite winded and ready to receive the reward of a desperate fucking.

And he did receive his reward, Remus grabbing his hips and spearing into him, hips thrusting fast and hard.

Virgil had no hands available to hold himself with, his face pressed into the ground while Remus did as he liked, pumping into him ferally. His fingers bruisingly tight on Virgil's hips, the slap of his hips against him bringing a fresh sting to Virgil's sore ass and thighs. Small sounds of pleasure spilled from Virgil's lips, unable to be stopped.

Remus always came quickly like this, and today was no exception. However, he would usually continue until Virgil came as well. But this time he stopped and pulled out, breathing hard.

Virgil whined loudly in protest, his mind too fuzzy with pleasure and adrenaline to form words.

"Shhhh, you aren't allowed to come yet, pet. Remember?" Janus said soothingly.

Virgil whined pitifully, squirming in his bonds.

"You'll be alright, we'll make you come tonight," Remus said, rolling Virgil into a more comfortable position.

"Bastards…" Virgil said grumpily.

Janus clicked his tongue from somewhere above him, and must've communicated something nonverbally to Remus, because he went off to the bedroom.

"I have something planned for you, dear," Janus said softly. "Plans I'm sure you'd call very mean and unfair."

Virgil felt the urge to whimper, but held it back. Janus would surely force plenty out of him later. "Kiss me first? Please?"

"Come up here."

Virgil struggled a bit to get to his feet with bound hands, but then quickly fell to the couch, locking his lips with Janus's. Janus's arms encircled him, warm and clinging, as his tongue explored Virgil's mouth slowly and luxuriantly. Virgil groaned, falling nearly limp against him, wanting more of them to be touching at once, more of the touches, the kisses, more.

Remus returned with several hanks of the thick, silky black rope that Virgil and Janus used for shibari, and a wide panel gag. He tugged at Virgil's hair, tipping his head back and preventing him from kissing Janus anymore. Virgil whined, even as Janus just continued kissing along his throat.

"This is for the bastards comment," Remus said smugly, fitting the gag over Virgil's mouth.

The smoothness of the leather, and the smell filling his nose, the rope still biting into his arms behind his back, the tug at his scalp and the hickey Janus was sucking on his neck, it all was building up to make Virgil feel incredibly horny and submissive. He wanted to beg. For— something, anything, more. But he couldn't with the gag, could only make a soft, pleading sound in the back of his throat.

"Do you want to know the game, pet?" Janus asked.

Virgil nodded slightly, the movement tugging against the handful of hair Remus still held.

"You're going to be all decorated and bound, a beautiful little art piece for us to enjoy. And to tease, as much as we like. We'll put on something nice to listen to, oh, perhaps an hour or two long, and if you can behave the whole time, you'll get to come at the end."

Oh, it would be such wonderful torture, Virgil knew already.

Janus nibbled at the base of his throat, and a tremulous sound escaped from it. Remus cackled, releasing Virgil's hair.

Chapter Text

Remus passed Janus a strip of thick black fabric, and he tied it over Virgil's eyes. 

Stripped of his sight, Virgil could only submit to what they chose to do, trying to keep his balance so he wouldn't tumble off Janus's lap. His arms were released from behind his back, and they helped him down to the floor, laying him on his back. 

"There you go. Such a good little pet," Janus crooned. "Just lay back and let us play with you." 

And then headphones were put over Virgil's head, blocking out his hearing. His world reduced to his sense of touch, as two pairs of hands stroked and petted over his pliant body. Rope followed the hands, smooth loops encircling him, some tight and some loose. Knots tied against his skin, binding and decorating. 

His hands were guided up above his head, tied together and pulled taut with his arms stretched high. The rope twined down his arms, locking his arms in the position, taking all the effort out of holding them there. He just had to relax into the binding. 

There was soft pressure over the panel gag, as though he were being kissed over it. Virgil leaned his head forward into it, humming with enjoyment. 

Then there was a soft jingling sound, and a small ball was pressed into one of his hands. Virgil nodded to demonstrate he knew the meaning of it. It was his nonverbal safeword. A shake of the ball would jingle the bell inside, and serve as a yellow. If he threw or dropped the ball, it would be a red. 

Then they took his legs, bending them up towards his chest, and tying them in place. His legs folded, his heels tucked against his ass, his hole on full display. Virgil shivered with anticipation, the pleasant, submissive haze only increasing as he was further immobilized. 

Then something pinched his nipple, and he squeaked into the gag. It didn't let go though, and there was a matching pinch on the other as well, followed by a cold chain dropping to his chest between them. Virgil whined, squirming under the unexpected pain. It must have been Remus's idea. Janus was so sensitive on his chest, he tended to be rather soft to Virgil there, caught up in his ideas of what it would feel like to him. 

The pinch of the nipple clamps never let up, and unlike a pinch with fingers, Virgil's squirming didn't change it or reduce any of the pain. It was unexpected, and hot, and made him feel even more helpless in an intoxicating way. 

Slick fingers circling his hole gave a pleasure counterpoint to the pain in his chest, turning Virgil's whines to whimpers. He canted his hips as much as he good in the bondage, trying to push into the teasing fingers. But in response the chain connecting the nipple clamps was tugged, and Virgil wailed into the gag, arching his back desperately to push his chest forward and relieve some of the pull. It was just a brief tug, but the shock of it had him breathing in shuddering gasps, his eyes rolling back, now desperate to please. 

A hand laid on the center of his chest, fingers thumping his breastbone three times. A nonverbal color request. Virgil nodded a green, then, thinking better of it, shook the ball just a little. If they did too much more with the nipple clamps, he would have to call a yellow. 

The clamps were removed, and Virgil gasped at the strange sensation as the blood rushed back where it had been restricted. His nipples were massaged and teased, circled and rolled between fingertips to make him groan with pleasure. 

Without warning, the clamps were put back on, and Virgil whined. But... the pinch wasn't as painful this time. Had they put on a different kind? Or adjusted these somehow? 

Three taps against his breastbone. Virgil nodded in response. 

There was the soft pressure over the gag, like a kiss, and Virgil melted. They cared for him so much, even when hurting and teasing him for their own pleasure. He loved them so very much, and it was plain they loved him too.

This time when fingers teased around the rim of his hole, he knew not to push for more until it was given, just moaning with pleasure and relaxing into the sensations. It was hard to keep still, in a way, especially as his cock throbbed, responding to the pleasure and wishing to have a release. But the ropes took much of his movement from him, and letting his muscles go lax into them, the knots digging into his skin, little counterpoints of restriction and pain, was enjoyable in itself. 

He wasn't sure which of them was teasing his hole, massaging the rim so delightfully, but the other was running fingers over his skin, tracing the patterns made by the ropes. Little shivers and goosebumps coursed over him, his mind scrambling to process the multiple and varied sensations and contacts. 

Finally, a large, blunt head of something breached him, too hard and cold to be a dick, stretching him beautifully. Virgil moaned luxuriantly, only barely resisting the urge to shift his hips and get it farther into him. 

A warm hand stroked his thigh gently as the dildo (probably) was removed. But before Virgil could even whine in complaint, it was pressing back in, barely an inch, just teasing at his entrance, but so stretching him so wide anyway. 

Virgil whimpered at the cruel teasing, giving him so much of what he wanted, but never enough. His hips jerked almost unconsciously, and the chain between his nipples was tugged in punishment. He whined pitifully, hoping for some favor, some generosity, if he sounded pretty enough. With the position they had him tied in, and the warm tickle of precum dripping onto his stomach, he knew he must look pretty. Pathetic and desperate, longing and begging to be given more. 

But the dildo only just kept barely entering him before being pulled back, no matter how Virgil whimpered and whined. All his squirming just got him sharp tugs to his nipples, the pain starting to blend into the pleasure. And despite how much more he wanted, his body was responding to the stimulation he was already getting, heat coiling in his stomach, an orgasm slowly building. After all the fucking and teasing throughout the day, it would be so easy for them to push him over the edge. 

Suddenly, there was a warm tongue, lapping at the head of his dick, cleaning the precum away. Virgil cried out in pleasure, the heat inside him tightening and blossoming into an inferno rapidly. 

Only for everything to stop suddenly, his pleasure denied. 

Virgil groaned in protest, shivers of anticipation still running over him, his body not catching up to the fact that he was going to be tormented with his own desperation and need.

The only touches he was given until his building orgasm had faded were soft strokes over his heated skin. Comforting reassurance that he was not alone, was not unloved, despite the denial. He still protested, begging for more in the only way he could while so bound and restricted, with whines and whimpers. He couldn't even give them pleading looks with his eyes covered. 

Suddenly, the clips on his nipples were removed, and Virgil hissed at the feeling, moaning as they were gently rubbed. 

Then the dildo was pushed back in, deeper this time, but not deep enough to reach his prostate. It seemed slower too, sliding gradually in and out, rather than the faster fucking he just knew would feel so, so good. It still felt amazing, and Virgil melted into the sensations, trying not to want too badly for more when he knew it wouldn't be given just for the asking. Janus and Remus wanted to tease him, and tease they would, ever more the more desperation he showed. 

He moaned wordlessly into the gag, grateful for the muffling of his voice. As much as Remus and Janus loved making him into a pathetic, desperate plaything, it still felt rather humiliating. It was hot as hell, but that didn't remove the humiliating aspect of it. 

Another potential orgasm was already starting to build, and whimpers interspersed his whines. It would be denied, and he didn't want it to be, but it would, and the knowledge of the coming disappointment and loss rose up along with the hope for pleasure and enjoyment of the rising wave of heat. 

His thighs were stroked gently, consolingly. Almost certainly Janus was the one controlling the dildo. Virgil could imagine his voice, dripping with false pity. "Poor little thing, so desperate for the pleasure and so sad to have it taken away. If you just don't cum, I wouldn't have to stop you." 

Even imagined, the words went to his dick, and a spurt of pre fell onto his stomach. 

He could practically hear Remus's mocking laugh. "Pathetic little whore. So desperate for you, Janny. Just wants to get off even when he knows we won't let him." 

Virgil whimpered, his thigh muscles tightening as the orgasm got closer, clenching around the dildo, as if he would have the strength to keep it inside him.  

Someone flicked the head of his dick, and Virgil nearly choked on a cry, his muscles seizing up, unsure whether to try and protect or to push him towards a sudden orgasm. The dildo was taken away, depriving him. 

Virgil's muscles fought against the ropes, not wanting to relax even as he tried to. They were tight, almost... no. Definitely painful. And not in a hot way. He shook the ball in his hand. 

Quickly, the headphones, blindfold, and gag were removed. Virgil squinted against the sudden light. 

"Are you alright, dear?" Janus asked, concerned. 

"My- ugh, my thighs are cramping," Virgil panted. 

Remus instantly pulled out a pair of massive shears, snipping the ropes holding Virgil's legs bent. He gently stretched his legs out, massaging his thighs. Thankfully, it didn't take too much before his muscles released, and relaxed. Virgil sighed in relief. 

"Thanks. We can keep going with everything else. It was good. Mean, but good." 

Janus smiled softly down at him, tapping his nose. "You sure you want to call the man with your pleasure in his hands mean?" 

Virgil tried to smile confidently, but it ended up wobbly. "You're being mean and you know it." 

Janus scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I think I'm ready to have that pretty mouth shut again." 

"W-wait," Virgil pleaded. "Kiss first?" 

Janus's face softened, all fondness despite his words. "My pretty little slut, always begging for kisses or to get off. Whatever shall I do with you?" 

He did kiss Virgil before putting the panel gag on again, sweet and lingering, his lips warm and supple against Virgil's. 

"Come on," Remus whined. "Hurry, I want to play with his ass now and make him get all whiny and pitiful!" 

Virgil flushed hot, his view of Remus's smirk cut off as the blindfold descended over his eyes again. The headphones were put back over his ears, and he was again locked in dark silence, waiting and vulnerable. 

Even without hearing Remus's intentions, it was obvious that a change had happened. Remus lifted Virgil's legs over his shoulders, and his ankles were loosely bound together, just enough to keep them there. Unlike the achingly slow teasing Janus had done, Remus pounded the dildo into Virgil, driving him rapidly up to the brink of both orgasm and overstimulation at once, his hole stretched almost painfully by the extra-large dildo. 

Under Remus's charge, Virgil was edged no less than six times, each one quicker as he grew more desperate, his body primed for something, anything, to finally take it over the edge. 

Janus's fingers stroked over the little bare space on Virgil's cheek between the gag and blindfold, collecting the tears that seeped out from under the blindfold. Virgil panted, each exhale a tiny whine, as he tried to gather the little shreds of himself back together, to think any thought that wasn't a pulse of need through his dick. 

Remus shifted, laying down Virgil's legs, and Janus settled between them, rubbing softly up and down his thighs. 

There was a sharp pinch as Remus put the nipple clamps back on, and Virgil cried out, begging for mercy, though his words were turned to nonsense by the gag. It was like they'd found a way to turn his body to a live wire, every touch zipping through his nerves, pain and pleasure both overwhelming and amazing. 

Virgil squirmed, instinctively trying to get away from the pricks of pain in his chest. They only increased as the chain was tugged on, and Virgil sobbed, shaking his head and still trying to get away. They had mercy on him, removing the clamps, he thought for a long moment, before they returned. The shock of the sudden, unexpected pinch was greater than the pain, and Virgil struggled against his bonds, his higher brain, that could have told him to relax and it would subside, shut off by all the pleasure, pain, and denial. 

And then Janus pushed his legs apart wider, pressing in slowly with that huge dildo. 

Virgil was not a size queen usually, perfectly satisfied by an average dick when used with skill. The size of the dildo now was overwhelming, filling him so very, very full, stretching him so wide. In his imagination, if the dildo kept going, it would soon be pressing at the base of his throat. 

Remus pressed on his stomach, and Virgil moaned, the pressure pushing on the tip on the dildo, grinding it harder into his prostate. He was shocked he didn't come immediately, but it was like his body was so confused by everything else it had forgotten that it could achieve release from the desperate need.  

Janus kept moving the dildo slowly, achingly slow, holding back the friction that Virgil's body now expected, after the fast edging from Remus. And all the while it was punctuated by sudden harsh pinches to his nipples from Remus, making Virgil yelp and plead. 

It was the longest build up yet, as if they'd planned it that way, pushing just the right buttons in Virgil's body, ones he didn't even know he possessed, to be able to torment him for the longest time without him cumming. 

All of Virgil's thoughts devolved to a single mantra, a single word, slipping from his lips only to be muffled into the gag. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..." 

Only for Janus to slow even further, dragging the dildo out inch by inch. Remus abandoned his heavy petting and pinching. They were... stopping? 

Remus took off the headphones and blindfold, and Virgil blinked up at him, confused and disappointed. He hadn't dropped the ball and not realized it, had he? No, it was still there in his hand. 

"Time's up, Stormy," Remus said. 

"We did say we had a set time, didn't we?" Janus added. 

Virgil blinked as they unbuckled the gag, trying to remember. He couldn't. 

Janus cooed at him, stroking his cheek gently. "We said we'd only tease you for so long, and if you were good, you'd get to cum at the end. Remember?" 

Recollection sparked, and Virgil gasped in relief and excitement. 

"But has he really been good?" Remus asked. "All that complaining and wriggling?" 

Virgil shook his head desperately. No. No he had been good! He had! "Please!" 

"Awwww, you precious, desperate little thing," Janus said, cupping Virgil's face in his hands and kissing him deeply. "Of course you've been good." 

Virgil leaned into Janus's hands, relief flooding through him intensely. 

"How do you want to cum?" Janus asked. 

Virgil didn't know how to answer. Didn't know how to get any other words to leave his mouth other than, "Please." 

"He can fuck me," Remus said enthusiastically. 

The idea was very appealing, but Virgil wasn't sure he was capable of getting up, much less topping. 

Janus knew him well enough to understand his expression and limits. "What if you ride him, Remus?" 

Virgil nodded pleadingly. He would have reached out to Remus if his arms were free, but they were still tied and pulled above his head. 

Remus grinned excitedly, straddling Virgil's waist. 

"And be nice," Janus said firmly. "Once he cums it's done, don't overstimulate him, you've cum enough today." 

Remus stuck out his tongue, but Janus was quick, flicking the tip of it and making Remus yelp slightly. He rose up on his knees, pouring lube over Virgil's dick, though it was already wet enough with precum, and lining up, sinking onto it in one steady movement. 

Virgil shuddered and moaned, the warm tightness around him feeling like absolute heaven. 

And then Remus began rising and falling, slowly bouncing, trying to find a rhythm. Virgil didn't need a rhythm, his orgasm hit him powerfully a few strokes in, rocketing through his body and whiting out his vision. As Janus had instructed, Remus didn't try to overstimulate him, only moving to stroke him through the orgasm and then pulling off.  

Virgil lay limp and satisfied, aftershocks coursing through him gently. 

They untied the rest of the ropes, not requiring him to move or speak, and cleaned him up gently. 

Virgil was beginning to recover his mind, but his body was spent, exhausted. 

"That was... so good..." he mumbled, his eyelids slowly drooping. 

"Whoa, don't sleep just yet," Remus said gently. "You've gotta get some sugars into you after a scene like that." 

Virgil grunted in response, noncommittal. If he fell asleep, he fell asleep. 

"Would you put him on the couch?" Janus asked, his voice coming from across the room. "Sit him up a bit if you can. There's more pillows in the bedroom you can use." 

Remus's arms pushed under Virgil, and he made a weak unhappy sound at being moved. But Remus lifted him and laid him on the couch, propped up with pillows. 

"Stay awake~" Remus coaxed, rubbing his nose against Virgil's and tickling him with his mustache. "Gotta take care of you~" 

Virgil made another grumpy sound, but he leaned forward a little to peck Remus's lips, and made an effort to keep his eyes open. 

"You were so hot, Stormy," Remus said, his tone reverent. 

Virgil could help but to smile, a little bashfully. 

Janus got back then, trading places with Remus, carrying a bottle of juice and a bowl of what looked like pudding. "Think you can hold it yourself?" 

Virgil nodded, accepting the bottle first, taking small sips. It was cold, and tart, and helped him to wake up a bit. "You two were so good," he said softly, his throat a bit sore. "Fuck, that was hot." 

Janus smiled, patting Virgil's leg. 

Remus came over with a chair borrowed from the dining room table, so he could sit too. 

"There are more snacks on the counter," Janus offered. 

Remus went off yet again, coming back with two more bowls of pudding and water bottles tucked under one arm. 

"Thank you, love," Janus said sweetly, leaning over to kiss Remus. 

Remus grinned. "I'm proud of my position as sex pack mule. How'd you ever get by without me?" 

"Simpler sex," Virgil said. "You make it special and complicated." 

"Especially when I have less energy, you're critical to an energetic scene," Janus said fondly, shifting position to lean against Virgil's legs. 

Remus beamed.