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Logan never thought he'd be in this position. Never thought he'd be so overwhelmed by his own psych, never thought knowledge would directly harm him. He needed a break, from – everything really. From the crevice between his neck and scalp. So— he did the only thing he knew how to do. He researched until he made himself sick.

That's how he wound up here, with Janus in his bedroom, both sat down at the man's desk sharing some wine. Nervously picking at his tie. “I know it's unorthodox, but you seem the most…. Experienced- with something like hypnosis,” he started. His eyes wandering everywhere but Janus, still rather embarrassed to even be asking about something like this.

“Why? Because I'm a snake?” Janus perked up a brow, getting a bit of a laugh at the way Logan immediately clammed up. “Relax, I'm teasing dear,” he waved a dismissive hand. Getting up to clean up their casual drinks. “I know a fair bit about hypnosis, but… I don't exactly use it on just anybody.” He hummed, tucking their glasses in one of his many shelves.

“Please Janus? I'm agreeing to this, I NEED this more than you could know,” Logan blurted. His eyes darting up, finally landing on the reptilian man in front of him. “I– I've already trusted you with my body, why's this any different?”

Janus paused, “Logan. Dear– it’s far different, you KNOW it's far different from our usual… intimacy.” Janus sighed, letting his gloved hand rest on Logan's shoulder, trying to ease the other. “Look, it's something we'd have to work towards Logan… Hypnosis is something sensitive, your mind itself is sensitive, I can't just wipe you clean and snap you back on the spot.” He explained, continuing to dig around his shelves with his free hand.

Logan took a deep breath, knowing Janus was right. Knowing better than to argue. If he hated anything right now it was knowing anything at all. “How do we start working towards it…?” He mumbled, laying his head on top of Janus' hand.

“Well first of all– I need you to relax. I don't want you rushing into something like this just because you're in crisis… Go take a bath, read your books. Make sure you really want what you're asking for…” Janus ordered softly, “then, if you still feel like it… I'll set up my supplies, and we'll talk. Hypnosis is delicate, you won't be able to tap out as easily, I need to know you'll be ok.” He shot a glance down towards Logan, setting a dusty book on the desk.

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It had been a few weeks now, Logan had been slowly working towards tonight. He was incredibly nervous, but proved he'd wanted this. He wanted the relief, he wanted to be stripped of his mind. He trusted Janus, he knew Janus would bring him back if something was wrong. He was currently laid in his bed, having agreed Janus would meet him here for a safe environment to do this in. Laid in his boxers as he stared at the ceiling, trying his hardest to relax himself.

Janus entered quietly, having unleashed Remus on the mindscape to ensure nobody would bother them for awhile. A LONG while. He slinked inside, shutting the door as he came to sit down next to Logan. Quietly setting up his various little trinkets and supplies. “I brought a few in case a certain one doesn't work,” he explained softly. The two of them sharing a brief kiss as a greeting. “Talk to me dear, what are you hoping to happen tonight?”

Logan paused to shift in bed, sitting himself up to lean on Janus, and watch everything get set up. “I just – I deeply need a break from myself, from my mind… Especially now with these orange flare ups I've been getting… I – trust you to do whatever you might feel like in the moment to me.”

Janus hummed, flipping through his book. “You don't mean that,” he warned. Having a knack for picking up on even the smallest false claims. “Specifics Logan… I need specifics tonight.”

“Right, apologies Janus.” Logan nodded, taking a moment to rephrase himself. “I trust you,” he started. “And I would feel comfortable with… Being kissed, with being touched… gently- with the idea of being used, held …”

“And what you might be uncomfortable with? Where are you drawing the line?”

“Well … I don't want to step a foot out of this room unless I'm fully present.. Even for aftercare I just – I don't think I could cope well waking up somewhere else,” he admitted. “And maybe nothing in my mouth – I'm worried I'll choke if I'm not fully here.”

“That's better, thank you dear I'll keep that in mind…” Janus cooed, laying Logan back down before he sat up properly. Pulling the gloves off his hands carefully. “Now… This will only work if you promise to listen. This'll sound stupid at first, but I need you to comply.”

He quietly pulled out a small trinket.

A pocket watch that had it's ticking replaced with a small spiral. “Now, focus your eyes completely… Right in the center -” he started. Keeping it still at first. “Keep looking… Keep listening – let me have your senses for a moment Logan.” Janus kept his voice gentle, not wanting to pull Logan out of the small spinning motion, starting to lightly swing the trinket.

“Good… Very good, just keep following it, let everything quiet down. You don't need all those thoughts, do you?” He questioned.

“No.. Not really…”

“No, not at all Logan.” He corrected, already seeing a slight haze over his lover's eyes. Feeling a little guilt stir in his stomach, he knew they'd prepared excessively for this. Yet, something in those big trusting eyes felt so wrong to strip of their soul. Even for a few minutes, even in such a controlled manner. He took a deep breath, letting the trinket swing. “I love you so much that you don't need to think at all…”

The small moment continued, hushed whispers from Janus as he made sure Logan's eyes stayed focused. He didn't want to implement any triggers yet, not until they knew this was going to go well for the both of them.

Eventually - click. He saw the light completely vanish from behind Logan's eyes. He leaned down to press a few kisses to the corners of Logan's eyes. “Look at you… nothing.” He hummed, letting his clawed fingers trace up Logan's arms.

He gave a few soft taps, checking for any reaction. However all he got was pliant flesh against his fingers.

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God, Janus felt deeply conflicted about this. Here he was, in full control of his love and knowing Logan ate it up.

Something about that dazed, lost look on one of the most powerful people Janus knew was oddly … Empowering. It felt like an ego boost he didn't think he'd need. With something as simple as his voice - “Logan dear, look at me.” Immediately. Eyes were on him.

He decided to test a little more, quietly patting his lap. “Come here dear… Sit with me,” he hummed. Shedding his shirt as he felt the dumbed down male calmly crawl into place. His hands deciding to wander, he knew he had permission. He knew this was safe … It felt almost new, despite having explored Logan several times, his demeanor change had the soft skin under his fingertips feeling so foreign. The usually taut muscles had gone lax, and Logan's body seemed far more receptive to him.

He took a deep breath, burying his nose in the crevice of Logan's neck. “God you're warm-” He mumbled, trying to press all his scaled parts up to warm flesh. It made him feel more awake, more alive. He arms wrapping themselves around Logan tightly.

He didn't want to accidentally hurt Logan, but God he couldn't help himself. Pressing his partner down into the bed with firm hands. It felt so odd to know Logan wouldn't squirm this time. Wouldn't squeak, and whine and beg into the sheets. At least – without Janus ordering it.

He immediately went in for a kiss, sloppy and rushed. He wasn't expecting how much drool Logan was going to make in this state. Though- he was the opposite of upset about it. His hands scrambling to pull the last of their clothes off.

“You're so much – cuter like this,” he admitted quietly. “Happier too I bet… Do you like being stupid? Do you like getting to finally feel like the others do?” He muttered, watching Logan's mindless nod. Knowing the other would agree to anything right now if he phrased it properly. A few more of his hands coming from his back, he needed to touch. He had to rediscover every inch of this version of Logan. Obsessively groping, and grabbing at Logan's poor body.

“Open your legs nicely, let me see… Good boy, you're being such a good boy,” he whispered. Wanting to carefully test Logan's hole. Working a few digits in. “You're so much looser like this, aren't you? That's it, you're perfectly calm… You're safe with me here, you know I'll treat you well.” He mumbled, digging around his bag for his lube.

Once he found it, he opened it with a soft click. Pouring the cold fluid over his fingers. His scaled hand staying on Logan's chest to keep him down. He watched curiously as he toyed with Logan's hole. There was nothing keeping Logan from expressing himself like this, no inhibitions, no stubborn pride. For once he wasn't borderline punishing Logan into feeling his own pleasure. He watched as those empty eyes rolled back, and that typically stern voice gave way into fragile little noises.

“Good boy … You're going to feel everything for once, aren't you?” Janus couldn't help the devious look on his face. Placing his palm under Logan's slowly hardening cock. “Go on, knock yourself out.” He granted, watching the way Logan's hips immediately pressed into his fingers. Laying his head on his partner's chest to hear the way his breathing changed, the way his heart raced.
Fuck, tonight would be fun.

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It didn't take long for Janus to find himself in Logan. All of this had him feeling… incredibly curious. It was rare he got to dabble in his hypnosis with someone, especially someone that begged for it. What could he do? What could he say? He wondered if Logan was still in there, watching helplessly as he buried both cocks into Logan far easier than he was used to. Sure the lube was the main cause of that, but he couldn't ignore the way Logan's body simply took him.

He decided to talk into the air, see what would really happen. “You know – you're a strange one Logan Sanders,” he mumbled. His clawed hand planting itself on Logan's chest as he spoke. “You beg, and you beg, and you beg for me… Yet somehow it never feels like you're actually doing it for your own pleasure. Y'know? I love that you crave to serve me Logan, I truly do… You're a loyal submissive, but– it's like you're ONLY doing it to serve me,” he sighed. Pressing his hips right against Logan, watching the way his partners stomach slightly bulged.

“The others have ran you ragged dear, it's like you're robbing yourself of even the most basic pleasures these days… God, I hope this helps you in even the slightest.” He toyed with his claw on Logan's skin, mindlessly rutting into Logan while he ranted, pausing when he heard a few more noises fall from Logan's drool soaked lips. Maybe he could encourage this, maybe he could finally hear more…

“What's that dear…? I know you have much more than that stored away, let me hear it. Please - just let me hear you.. That's it,” he muttered. Making a quick thrust to force the noise out, his ears perking up the second an actual moan came out of Logan. So used to stifled whines, and pillow groans. He had genuine control.

He picked up the pace, a little excited honestly. Wanting to see what else would fall from those lips. He didn't care if it was ugly, he didn't care if it was hoarse and desperate. He WANTED to see Logan desperate, he wanted to see this man finally give in to something stronger than him such as pleasure. He couldn't help himself, it was infectious - he started to bite, he started to dig his fingers in deeper than he normally would. He wanted to listen to all the yelps, and whines without the filter of Logan's hesitance.

He felt like he'd been caught up in his own spell, pressing Logan's thighs to his chest like he was going to lose it. He felt– harsh. Sliding in, and out easily enough to forget how deep he was actually hitting. Even then– the feeling of Logan falling apart, the sounds of his partner? It was enough to drive him to keep going.

He was only snapped out of it by his own orgasm, the sobering rush that all drained out through his cocks and into Logan. The heat practically melting from his body as he stared at the mess. His poor Logan could barely hold one of his loads, so two was always far too much to try cramming inside. Leaving poor Logan filled to the brim, and about 90% of a separate orgasm across one of his thighs.

He leaned down, kissing away his oncoming endorphin crash across Logan's face. Heaving like an animal as he carefully unhooked his claws from Logan's thighs. “Fuck– fuck…” He took a deep breath, taking a moment. Should he break Logan out now? Surely Logan would want to be brought back after receiving aftercare right? Should he be apologizing for how rough he just was?

“Did…. You… like that?” He questioned, unsure if it was worth asking, though he watched the way Logan blankly nodded. The others eyes completely glued on him, like there was nothing more important to see in the world.

“Do… You want to finish too?” All he got being a quiet shake. Assuming this was the truth he thought this would be his one chance to push.

“Is it because you don't think you deserve to finish?”

Janus’ heart nearly snapped when he saw the blank nod, sighing as he pulled Logan into his sweat soaked lap. Using his softer hand to subtly jerk Logan off while he kept questioning.

“My poor sweet boy… Do you know how good you are for me? Do you understand how much I enjoy you… at all?... You deserve to cum.”

He simply received another shake, oh they were definitely talking after this. His hand being careful with Logan's tip, watching as it started to leak. “Will you finish if I tell you too? If I order it?” He mumbled, seeing the nod. He continued to stroke.

“Fine, cum for me Logan..” He whispered, his hand slowing once he finally felt the warm fluid coat his fist. “Thank you dear.”

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Janus was finally wrapping things up, leaving Logan for just a moment to grab a few things. He warmed up and wet a cloth, grabbed a hairbrush from the bathroom, and paused in the kitchen to consider snagging a snack. Figuring Logan is probably going to be starving once he's back.

“Janus!! Janus oh thank GOD you're here,” it was Patton. Clinging onto Janus’ baggy shirt as he frantically looked around. “Remus got out and there is SO MUCH blood– he's doing that thing where he makes Virgil puke spiders-” He rambled.

“That's real unfortunate…. Thoughts, and prayers be with you Patton.” Janus hummed, promptly excusing himself from the kitchen with a jar of jam and deaf ears to Patton's pleading as he retreated. Heading back to Logan's bedroom.

He sat down on the bed, snapping his fingers softly a few times. “Up, up, up my pretty boy,” he cooed. Setting his items on the bed as he started cleaning Logan up.

Logan slowly blinked awake, feeling all the thoughts slowly come back to him. His body going from light and fuzzy back to feeling the weight of his own bones. He felt like he was fighting just to sit up as he started coming back. “Janus…?” He mumbled, glancing around until he found Janus nestled between his thighs cleaning him up.

“Did it work…?”

“It did, very well.. How do you feel?”

“.... Better, actually. I really needed that, thank you Janus.” He mumbled, leaning down to plant kisses into Janus’ hair. His hand lightly scritching at the scaled side of Janus’ face. Smiling when he saw his partner press against his hand for more of the warmth from his fingertips.

“Of course - but, Logan dear… I'm… Really worried about you,” he admitted. Trying to continue this supposedly serious conversation while burying his face in his partner's palm.

“Worried…? Did something happen? Are you alright?”

“Logan– I'm fine, I'm trying to make sure YOU'RE alright. You keep… denying yourself. You keep holding back- both in bed obviously, and… quite frankly the rest of your life right now.” He was tripping over his words, it felt so surreal to confront someone like Logan with all this. Everyone else's problems seemed so obvious to them but he worried he was the only person noticing something was wrong with Logan in particular.

“I'm just trying something out, maybe I just have a denial fetish,” Logan deflected. Not even fully registering that he was trying to lie directly to deceit of all people.

“No you fucking don't Logan, people into denial still get ENJOYMENT from the denial, whatever you're going through is making you miserable.” He stated, pulling his face out of Logan's hand. His scales slightly flared- the lie causing him physical pain as the embodiment of deceit.

“Janus - I'm sorry.” Logan stammered, knowing he'd just fucked up. He knew how severe Janus' pains could get when someone tried bullshitting to his face. “Look, what I'm facing is something for me to handle on my own Janus. It's ugly, and messy, and not something I want you exposed too ..” He put his hands in his lap, keeping his eyes down as he tried to explain himself. “I'd rather it be kept to myself for now.”

“I don't CARE if it's ugly, and messy though Logan- When you come to me pleading to be hypnotized just to escape yourself I feel like I should be allowed in,” he crossed his arms. At least like – 4 of them. The other 2 still mindlessly mending, and cleaning the aftermath of their intimacy earlier.

“Janus, if it made you uncomfortable to go through with the Hypnosis on me I understand, we don't have to do it again - I can find another avenue”

“I don't WANT you to find another avenue, because I'm scared you'll get hurt. At least if I'm controlling you I can keep you safe from – whatever you're insisting on hiding from me.”