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Virgil couldn't handle it.
He couldn't handle a lot of things, being the literal embodiment of anxiety, but right now he couldn't handle the arguing going on around him.
Roman and Logan were at it again, both of their egotistical natures fighting against one another, each of them claiming they were in the right and knew what was best.
Patton had tried and ultimately failed at diffusing the situation, and Virgil couldn't exactly escape it due to the fact he had a half full bowl of cereal in front of him, and he'd feel bad about wasting it, even if it was just imaginary food in the end.
Then, a hand on his shoulder startles him, causing him to turn around suddenly. There stands Janus, watching Logan and Roman with amused eyes.
"Noisy, aren't they?" he asks, his hand sliding from Virgil's shoulder to his head, gently massaging the anxious side's head. Virgil leans into the touch, letting out a hum of affirmation.
"They've been going at each other all morning," Virgil grumbles, stirring his soggy cereal. Janus sighs, before leaning over the table slightly, and pushing Virgil's bowl away. Before Virgil can even complain, Janus's arms are wrapped around his torso, squeezing around his arms and chest. The pressure is nice, and Janus is kissing his head.
None of the others even acknowledge that Janus is in the room, and thus don't pay any attention to the sweet affection Janus is currently providing Virgil with.
"Come with me, kitten," Janus coos, softly, and Virgil's shoulders relax, as a wave of relaxation washes over him. He can't stop Janus from petting his hair, before he moves the chair back and picks him up, and frankly he doesn't really want to. He supposes he doesn't have to finish his cereal if Janus needed him for something.
He blinks a few times, as Janus nears his room. "What...?" he goes to ask, only to be shushed by Janus.
"Let me help you de-stress," he says, opening the door to his room with an extra hand. He kicks it shut behind them, before depositing Virgil on the bed. Virgil rests back on his arms, glancing around Janus's room, despite the fact he's seen it many times. It was warm, and that was to be expected considering Janus couldn't make his own body heat, but the warmth was somewhat comforting. Virgil sheds his jacket without a second thought, comfortable without it in Janus's presence.
"Kitten, my sweet kitten," Janus purrs, crawling onto the bed after him. He adores the way that Virgil sways at the word, his arms shaking under his body weight before he just falls back onto the bed. Janus scoops him up again, pulling him onto his lap.
Drool pools at the corner of Virgil's lips, and he leans his entire weight against Janus.
"Virgil, dear, what's your colour?" Janus asks, a hand gently rubbing Virgil's back. He'd be more teasing about the drool Virgil was practically wiping onto his shoulder and neck, but Virgil couldn't exactly control it.
"Green," Virgil breathes out, and Janus smiles, kissing the side of Virgil's head.
Janus's free hand grabs Virgil's waist, and gently guides Virgil's hips back and forth against his thigh, cooing at the moan Virgil lets out, moments before Virgil shifts.
"Janus," Virgil whines, hands holding tight to Janus's shoulders. "Don't tease me, please."
"Shhh, kitten, I'll take care of you. I'll ease you in an instant."
The word causes Virgil to completely slump over, eyes drooped and gaze blank. He couldn't think; he didn't need to think. He was ready to obey in just a mere instant.
Janus sighs, as Virgil motionlessly lays against him. "If only they could see how much they stress you out. They need to learn to keep their quarrels behind closed doors. No matter; I've got you, Virgil."
Virgil lets out a hum, not even registering much of what Janus is saying. Janus preferred it to be that way, however, considering this was meant to be a respite from the world.
Despite the fact his head was empty, he was still lightly rocking against Janus's thigh, being encouraged by Janus's hand on his waist guiding him to do so.
"You're doing so well; you fell so easily. You really needed a break, didn't you? Say yes."
"Yes..." Virgil mumbles, followed by a relaxed moan as his boner drags over Janus's thigh.
"Good boy. You're so good for me, Virgil. It's so much easier to just let go, isn't it?" Another affirmative noise, more whiny this time, as Virgil nears his orgasm. "You just get so overwhelmed so easily. It's not your fault; you'd think the others would be more aware of your feelings." Janus spoke the truth. Their intent was never to hurt Virgil, but, unbeknownst to them, they did it quite often.
"Virgil, how do you feel?"
"Good," Virgil breathes out. "Mindless, obedient," he continues, as his grinding becomes more desperate. "Blank and hypnotized and obedient."
"Are you close, dear?"
"Uh-huh..." Virgil's eyes are closed, his hands on Janus's shoulders desperately gripping to Janus, close but unable to come without Janus's permission. Janus knows this, and he hums as Virgil whines pathetically. Janus is sure he'd be begging if he had the capability to think enough to speak on his own.
Janus lets him whine and moan on his own for a bit longer, enjoying the desperation in Virgil's voice, before kissing the side of his head.
"Alright, Virgil. I suppose I've had my fun. You can come after I count down from three, okay?" Janus says, earning a high-pitched moan in response. "Three... two..." Janus lingered on two, specifically to be a tease (despite Virgil having begged him not to), before saying "one. Cum, now."
Virgil holds tighter to Janus, as pleasure courses through his body, and his grinding becomes sloppier. He moans out Janus's name, as he comes in his pants, his hips never stopping until he'd finished completely.
Janus coos over him after he's stopped, gently moving Virgil off of his lap and onto the floor.
"Now, kitten," Janus begins, running his fingers through Virgil's hair. "How do you feel about returning the favor?"
Janus was pleased to receive an eager moan in response.