Intruloceit (Remus x Logan x Janus)
Warnings: Drinking, vaping/smoking, orgies, sex, facefucking, finger sucking, degradation, hair-pulling, crying
Just a reminder that people who are under the influence of drugs or alcohol can't give their consent. Therefore, Remus and Janus have been drinking/smoking lightly, and are nowhere near intoxicated enough to act impulsively.

this is a chapter from GooglyEyedRainbow 's book (former account was anxiousgaypanicking; that account got deleted so they pissed and cried to me for another cameo so here ;))) for those of you who still read this or are looking for more sanders sides smut, they tend to write it so go check em out. theyre also taking requests if you wanna indulge em ;)

Janus swirls the bottle of wine he's holding, before pouring himself another glass. Even after it's full again, he keeps a tight hold on the bottle, possessively keeping it near his body. There were plenty of other drinks laid out at the refreshment table, so Janus figured no one would care if one was taken for himself.

Next to him, Remus laid partially on the couch, head leaned back onto the cushions and arms spread out. Clenched in one of his hands was a vape, and the strong smell of fruit wafted in the air every time Remus took a hit. His lower half was situated on the floor, however, and his legs were propped up on the coffee table in front of them.

Seated on that coffee table was Logan, who looked more or less annoyed with the rave going on around them. As other college students partied with one another, Logan watched on with curious, but ultimately unamused eyes.

Frankly, he didn't see the point in all the drinking, grinding, and sex going on around them, or why deafening music needed to be played even though hardly anyone was dancing, but he supposes that's why he was invited.

When initially presented with the invite, Logan reacted with a raised eyebrow and an "are you serious?" Remus had asked, and had rapidly nodded his head. Janus, who had been standing behind him, proceeded to explain they needed a designated driver "just in case," and Logan couldn't exactly say no to them after that, especially because he'd preached safety in the past and knew it'd be hypocritical to decline.

So, here he was, left bored and unentertained as a so-called party unfolded around them.

He had been offered both Remus's vape and some of Janus's wine, but had turned them both down. Logically, he knows ingesting a small amount won't impair him, but he'd rather not risk it after they'd entrusted him with driving them home safely.

However, as some guy starts shouting, Logan wishes he would have accepted the offer. Perhaps it would have made the situation somewhat more bearable.

"All right, dudes!" the man shouts, straightening his orange tee shirt. Logan could see him dangling off the stair banister, and everyone shouts back at him which he seems to enjoy. "Who's ready to play some dope-ass party games!"

Everyone cheers, including Remus, who'd lifted his head off the couch in order to see what the commotion was about.

Remus takes a hit, before crawling further onto the couch, blowing smoke carelessly out of his mouth and waving it away moments later. The man on the stairs wiggles a bottle of alcohol out in front of him, as if showing it off, before he presses it to his lips and starts chugging.

People scream at the action, and Logan winces at the sound. The crowd cacophonously chanting "chug! Chug! Chug!" over and over, Remus included. The man does, with one hand still holding tight to the banister, before he gulps it all down and raises the now-empty bottle in triumph, earning more ear-splitting screams of jubilation.

The act of it all made Logan want to step outside, but Janus ends up scooting over to him and setting himself up on the coffee table. He doesn't say anything; he doesn't even look at Logan, but his presence calms the anxiety in Logan's chest.

He never liked giant social gatherings, especially one's like this that drowned out any noise of discomfort or pleas with heavy bass and guitar solos, but he'd put up with it for his two friends.

However, the man suddenly announces "as you may have guessed, or may have suspected, we're getting ready to plan spin the bottle! Yeah!" Clearly, he's trying to get everyone excited about such an elementary type of game, but people cheer in tandem with him yet again. The magic of charisma.

Remus cheers too, and he turns back to Janus and Logan with a grin on his face.

"We have to play spin the bottle," he states, as he takes a hit and then leans closer to Janus. He blows smoke in Janus's face, and Janus scrunches his nose up as he waves away the smoke. "I love kissing your pretty face, Jan, but getting the chance to kiss Logan's too is just too good to pass up."

Logan rolls his eyes, however, and says "I'm not playing."

At his words, Janus nods, and replies with "same. I'd rather not," which makes Remus whine as he slumps against Janus's lap.

"Why not?" he asks, pouting, as he stares up at Janus's with pleading eyes. Janus just takes a swig from his cup of wine, before he sets the glass down, and uses his empty hand to card through Remus's hair.

"Because half of these guys can't even wipe their ass, let alone brush their teeth," Janus replies, bluntly, as if it's an obvious fact.

Remus then turns to Logan, as if prompting the same question, and Logan replies with "I'm not going to kiss a bunch of random strangers. That increases the risk of contracting mononucleosis, which quite literally is 'the kissing disease,' and it's named that way for a reason."

Remus sticks his tongue out, announcing "that's a lame reason!" before Logan clears his throat, glaring at Remus with eyes that indicate he wasn't finished.

"And," Logan continues, voice bitter, but Remus can't help smiling fondly at it. "The act of playing some silly game just to kiss me would be counter-productive, as the chances of that actually happening would likely be low, considering the number of participants who'd be playing. It'd be easier to just ask for a kiss."

Janus raises an eyebrow as he stares at Logan, and Remus's mouth curls into a grin, as he pushes back from Janus's lap. He tosses his vape to the man, and Janus catches it, and takes a hit, turning his head momentarily to blow the smoke out before looking back at Logan and Remus.

"So," Remus begins, as he stands up, and leans over Logan. One of his hands slams onto the table next to Logan, while the other grips Logan's chin. "Can I have a kiss then?" he asks, lowering his voice, as his lips hover mere centimeters away from Logan's.

Logan, however, looks unamused. "You just had to make a show of this, didn't you?" he asks, although the answer is obviously yes. Remus just laughs slightly in response, before Logan sighs, and then answers "fine, you can."

He didn't see anything wrong with this. Why would he? Remus's boyfriend was seated right next to them, and hadn't spoken up about having a problem with this. When Logan glances over at him, he sees Janus looking back, almost... interested.

His face is quickly turned back to Remus's though, and in a matter of moments Remus's lips are pressed against his own.

It's exactly the type of kiss Logan would expect from Remus - rough and dirty, with Remus's tongue slipping easily past Logan's lips. Logan wrongfully expects it to be over after a few seconds, but the hand Remus had set on the table slides up his body and comes to rest on his waist, and the hand previously gripping his chin instead moves back to his hair, gripping it tightly to keep Logan's head in place.

One of Remus's calves land on the table next to him, and without breaking the kiss he manages to slide himself onto the table and thus into Logan's lap. Logan, unsure of what to do with his hands, simply places them on Remus's waist.

Logan has to be the one to tap out and pull away, panting heavily as he does so. Spit soaks his lips and his face is flushed, while Remus stays grinning above him. He glances at Janus, and with a smirk, Janus seizes Logan's chin next. Logan looks at him, momentarily puzzled, before Janus asks "what about me? May I kiss you?"

Hardly able to process how quickly things are moving, Logan nods, having just barely registered what Janus said. Janus simply raises an eyebrow, and Logan shakes his head, clarifying verbally "yes, you may."

Janus grins in response, before he takes a hit off of Remus's vape, and then pulls Logan's face closer. His lips are pressed to Logan's before Logan even has the thought to turn away, and then Janus is breathing fruity smoke back into Logan's mouth.

Logan pulls away, coughing, as he splutters out "what the hell?!" Janus and Remus are snickering as tears brim in Logan's eyes, although his dark red face easily reveal his inner thoughts.

"Sorry, Logan," Janus says, although he doesn't sound all that apologetic. "The urge was just too irresistible to pass up." His voice is teasing, and as Logan glares back at him, Janus can see him gulp.

"It's... it's fine," Logan responds, as he wipes his mouth with his arm. He looks away from Janus yet again, and instead looks towards the stairs. A majority of the people went upstairs to play spin the bottle, but the few that remained downstairs had turned the music down slightly, and Logan could see multiple pairs grinding, fingering, and even full on fucking each other against the wall or floor.

He looks away from them, and with nowhere to look instead, he ends up moving his hands in front of his face.

Remus snickers, but instead of moving away to give Logan some space, he takes his pen back from Janus and takes a hit of his own, before he easily pulls Logan's hands from his face and blows the smoke into Logan's face.

Logan coughs as it hits him, and when he looks back at Remus, he can see a sadistic glint in his eye. Clearly, he's enjoying Logan's discomfort.

"Are you okay?" Janus then speaks, breaking Logan out of his haze. His voice is soft compared to the nature of everything else going on around him. "We probably should of asked if doing all of this was okay. Sorry."

Logan shakes his head, drawing in a large, smoke-free breath, before he then states "no, it's okay. I'm okay with it."

"Are you okay with going further?" Remus sings out, as he traces the tip of his vape pen over Logan's chest, dragging it up to his neck. "Don't get me wrong, I love watching you choke on smoke, but I'd much prefer watching you choke on something else."

Logan's cheeks go pink at the implication, as Remus looks towards Janus, who then adds on "I do have to agree with Remus here. It's fun watching you squirm, but I'd enjoy getting to go further." Janus scoots closer to Logan on the table, and then pulls him in gently for a much sweeter kiss. Logan supposes this was them making up for the fact they didn't get to kiss strangers upstairs, and he supposes he'll have to deal with it.

He's definitely not putting up with it because he's wanted this for a while; that'd be absurd; who'd fantasize about people already in a committed and supposedly monogamous relationship?

Logan, apparently.

Janus's tongue slips past Logan's lips the same way Remus's had, and Logan finds himself leaning into the strange sensation.

Having seen Janus's forked tongue flicker out of his mouth before, he'd always wondered about what it'd feel like inside his mouth (or, dragging along other places), and now here it was, and Logan was figuratively addicted to it.

He hardly cares that Janus's mouth tastes like wine, and instead hoped Janus didn't notice the fact Logan was trying to eagerly swallow it all down, but he ends up getting so wrapped up in the kiss that almost whines when Janus pulls back.

"That was so fucking hot," Remus then states, which causes Logan to roll his eyes. Janus snickers next to him, before lightly patting Logan's face.

"You never answered us," Janus points out. "We need to know if you're okay with going further. I'm pretty sure lube is stocked all over this place; it'd be easy to find."

With the amount of couples currently fucking each other around them, that's probably a good thing.

Logan hardly has to think about it. He was sober, and he'd been monitoring Remus and Janus's intake for the night and had deduced that they were sober (at least for now), and that was all he needed to make his final decision.

"Yeah, I'm okay with going further," he states, and Remus flaps his hands in glee. He hardly has a moment to notice Janus standing up before he's roughly pushed back against the coffee table. The small surface does little to support his entire body, and his head hangs off the edge the same way his calves do on the opposite end, but Remus hardly seems to care about his comfort.

"Careful, Remus," Janus states, although he, too, doesn't sound all that concerned. "You don't want to break him just yet."

Logan bites his tongue to hold back an embarrassing groan at Janus's words, and can really only listen as Janus's heeled boots click against the floor, supposedly heading off to go find some lube for them.

Without much hesitation, Remus balls his hand in Logan's hair and pulls his head back up for a kiss. It's somehow even rougher than the first, with Remus biting and sucking over Logan's bottom lip, before his tongue roughly thrusts back into Logan's mouth. For the brief periods they pulled away, Logan felt spit or drool dripping down his chin.

His hair, which had been neatly brushed and slicked back that morning, was now a mess atop his head thanks to Remus's hands, and Logan shivers when Remus pulls back to stare at him, licking his lips at the no doubt pathetic sight he's seeing.

Logan doesn't have time to register that Remus is pulling him up again, and this time fully off the coffee table. His chest is flush with Remus's when they stand, and Remus wastes no time grabbing his ass and attempting to pull him closer, kissing him once more.

Logan had never paid attention to the height difference between them before. Remus was much taller than he remembered, and while in part that must be due to the platform boots he was wearing, Logan knows he has an inch or two on him normally.

But now, he was practically on his tip toes, neck straining as Remus pulled him in for kiss after kiss. Hardly being given any time to breathe, Logan was always left panting and trembling when Remus pulls away.

That is, until he's suddenly forced to his knees, his feet being basically kicked out under him. Remus sits back on the coffee table, and then spreads his legs, and Logan realizes why he'd been pushed to the ground.

Remus grabs his chin and pulls him closer, basically urging Logan to crawl forward, until he's perfectly situated between Remus's legs. Remus keeps his chin tilted upwards, swiping his thumb over Logan's bottom lip.

That seems to spark an idea within him, though, as Remus's hand pulls away entirely, before his index and middle finger prod at Logan's lips.

Logan looks back up at him, perplexed, so Remus smiles back down at him, before bluntly stating "I want to finger fuck your pretty mouth while we wait for Janus. It'd be unfair to get started without him, but I want to see you gag."

"Oh," Logan replies, flushing dark at Remus's words. However, he does part his lips, and Remus seizes the opportunity to roughly shove his fingers inside. Logan closes his mouth around them, and closes his eyes all the same, not wanting to look at Remus as he tongued over Remus's fingers.

He didn't want to think about where they'd been, or when the last time he washed his hands was, so he represses the questions bubbling up inside of him, and instead lets out a moan as Remus's fingers push themselves deeper.

"You're moaning just from sucking on my fingers?" Remus then says, and Logan squeezes his eyes shut even harder. "That's fucking pathetic, Logan." Remus pushes his fingers even deeper into Logan's mouth, and Logan gags, drool dripping down his chin.

He doesn't hear Janus's footsteps approach behind him, but he does pull back slightly when he hears "seriously, Remus? I would have loved to see this too."

Logan goes to pull away from Remus's fingers completely, having opened his eyes to look up at Janus, but Janus's hand grabs a fistful of his hair and roughly pushes his head back down onto Remus's fingers, making him gag and choke again, tears pricking his eyes, as Janus merely grins.

"How cute," Janus purrs, before he shows off the small bottle of lube he snagged to Remus. Remus smiles wide at the sight, before he's pulling Janus in for a kiss, Janus's hand keeping Logan in place despite the fact neither of them were paying attention to him.

Janus's free hand shamelessly starts rubbing at the front of Remus's pants, while Remus's free hand is firmly gripping the back of Janus's neck.

Through his gags, Logan tries to focus on the two of them, staring intensely as Janus and Remus kiss each other. Neither of them hold back, as Logan's clearly able to see their tongues pressing against each other, and eventually even hear some of Remus's moans as Janus works him to full hardness.

He's pulled away from Remus's fingers forcefully by his hair, which draws a humiliatingly loud moan from him, and he watches Remus lick his lips as his hands quickly work to pull his pants down.

Not wanting to waste precious time, Remus only shoves his pants and boxers down far enough to pull out his cock, and Janus pulls Logan's shirt over his head, taking his glasses with them. Logan frowns, as he narrows his eyes, his world immediately going blurry, but he doesn't need to see anyway.

Janus's cold hands run up his chest, before pinching and twisting at his nipples. Logan arches his chest out slightly as he grits his teeth and groans, Janus grinning at the reaction.

Remus guides Logan's face closer, while Janus's hands work to strip Logan down fully.

The embarrassment of being fully naked creeps through him as soon as Janus gets his boxers off, especially since his face partially rubbed uncomfortably against Remus's denim shorts as he mouthed and licked at Remus's cock, but neither of the others seem to really care about what he's feeling.

"Good boy, Logan," Remus coos, hand tightening and tugging occasionally on Logan's hair, until eventually he pulls him back. The head of his cock taps against Logan's cheek, before Logan opens his mouth for it, and Remus doesn't hesitate to eagerly shove Logan's head down onto his cock.

He doesn't push Logan down fully yet, instead allowing Janus to lube up his fingers, before shoving one into Logan suddenly.

Logan jolts forward, and Janus rubs Logan's hip with his free hand, leaning into his ear in order to softly say "you have to relax, Logan. I have to prep you." Logan whines around Remus's cock, which makes Remus moan, before he leans over the table in order to snatch his previously discarded vape and take a hit.

His shoulders relax, as his hand eases up in Logan's hair. Logan's breathing heavily through his nose, attempting to relax like Janus had said to by focusing on Remus's cock. After a few moments, he gets used to Janus's finger pumping slowly in and out of him, and can instead turn his full attention to pleasing Remus.

Remus had stopped forcing his head down, as if wanting to allow Logan his own time to adjust, and he seems pleased when Logan's tongue hesitantly drags along the underside of Remus's cock.

He pulls his head back ever so slightly, mouth encasing just the tip, and tongues at the slit, before he feels a second finger push into him too. His hands, which had planted themselves on Remus's thighs, squeeze down slightly at the probing, but he repeats the mantra of "relax" over and over in his head, and it seems to do a bit to ease his mind.

As Janus scissors his fingers to spread Logan open, Remus slowly urges Logan's head down, and Logan swallows around Remus's cock, before attempting to take more of it in. Having sucked on his fingers earlier, Logan was mostly mimicking what he had done there, licking and sucking on Remus's cock, and eagerly swallow the precum that had started to drip down his throat.

Janus pushes another finger into Logan, and after a bit more stretching, he pulls his fingers out entirely. By this point, Logan's dick was straining for attention, and he spreads his legs slightly as he whines, desperate for something to be pushed back into him, which earns a soft laugh from Janus.

"Patience, baby, I'll give you what you want in a minute," Janus says, which makes Remus snicker as he combs his fingers through Logan's hair.

"He can't help it, J-anus," Remus replies, voice mocking. "He's a slut; he needs something in him. He's been craving you for so long, it only makes sense that he's pathetically desperate."

Oh- oh they knew. His face goes red, but before he can pull off to respond at all, Remus shoves his face fully down his cock, effectively gagging Logan. Tears well in Logan's eyes as he chokes, before his eyes go wide as Janus's cock suddenly thrusts into him. Remus keeps his head pressed down, as Logan shakes with the force of the sudden intrusion in his ass.

Janus sweetly shushes him, as Logan's knees drag across the carpet, saying soft phrases such as "it'll be okay. Just relax," mixed in with "you're not as subtle as you think you are; we notice your staring all the time."

"And now you've finally got us," Remus replies, cheekily. "And unless you tap out, we're going to use your pretty little body for our own satisfaction. How does that sound, Logan? Being our personal fucktoy? Maybe we'll even let the other attendees use you too; you're already getting stared at."

Logan attempts to look to the side of him, and he does in fact see a few couples, all having sex with each other, staring at him while they do it. They're practically getting off to the sight of him, completely naked, choking on Remus's cock, and being impaled on Janus's.

Of course, they wouldn't actually just offer Logan up like some sort of sex toy, but the idea made Logan moan, and Janus and Remus both grinned at each other.

"This was such a good idea, Janus," Remus states, as he pulls Logan's head up by his hair, and then forces him back down, Logan gagging and moaning at the action. He squeezes his eyes shut again, allowing Remus to do as he pleases with his mouth. "Telling him to come along. We get a free ride home, accident-free, and the perfect chance to flirt with him unbothered."

Logan makes a confused noise, although it's not clearly conveyed entirely due to the cock stuffed down his throat. Remus's words made it seemed like this was all planned.

Had this situation been premeditated?

Behind him, Janus's hands rub over his sides, before he slides out of Logan, and then roughly thrusts back in, earning a louder moan. Logan's nails dig into Remus's legs, attempting to regain any sort of composure, as Remus increases the rate at which he moves Logan's head.

Eagerly, he begins thrusting into Logan's mouth every time he forces Logan's head down, driving his cock deeper into his throat and causing tears to spill down his cheeks.

Similarly, Janus's thrusts start up consistently, hands firmly planted on Logan's waist and squeezing and groping the muscle he could reach. Janus and Remus are completely comfortable doing this in front of multiple people, and even in general.

Remus was entirely comfortable fucking his throat as if Logan was just a fleshlight, or as if he was Janus, and Janus was comfortable doing the same behind him. As his thrusts got rougher, he begins pressing kisses to the side of Logan's neck, even kissing away some of his tears when he can, while he picks up speed behind him.

Logan's trapped between both sensations, Janus's thrusts bringing constant moans and whines from Logan's mouth, and those noises sending pleasant vibrations up Remus's cock as he's used.

That is, until Janus ends up thrusting into Logan's prostate, causing Logan's body to jolt forward and for him to cry out a moan around Remus's cock. Remus's head falls back in a moan of his own, and Janus snickers quietly.

"That's cute," he mutters, into Logan's ear, before he begins aiming towards that spot and rapidly thrusting into his prostate over and over, causing pleasure to course through Logan's body.

He's whining and trembling as he's used, and eventually one of his hands fall down to his cock, where he begins to stroke himself, quickly and without rhythm.

Neither Janus or Remus stop him, and eventually Remus shoves Logan's head down fully, and Logan chokes at the amount of come that spurts down his throat. He swallows what he can, but as soon as Remus's hand on his hair eases up, and he backs up slightly, Logan turns his head away and coughs up some of the come he couldn't manage to swallow.

Come drips down his chin, as does drool and some of his own tears, but Remus grins as he reaches for Logan's chin and grips it, raising his head so Remus can admire how cute he looks with a messy face.

"We might have to do this more often," Remus states, in a light manner, as if he's suggesting it to both Logan and Janus, and neither of them appear to be opposed to the idea.

Janus even laughs slightly, as he replies "we definitely have to do this more often. Maybe I can get his mouth next time and make him choke on my cock. I bet you'd do so willingly, wouldn't you, Logan?"

Logan doesn't know if Janus is expecting an answer, but he responds anyway, whining out "yes, yes I would. Please, Janus I'm so close!"

Remus grins wide, and he squeals at the thought of them doing this all again. Whether drugs or alcohol would be involved next time or not, didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact Logan was willing to do this again, and Remus's excited response is "oooo! Does that mean I get to fuck his tight ass? Judging by your reactions, Jan, I can tell it feels nice getting to stretch him open."

Cheeks heating up out of humiliation, Logan shuts his eyes again, but that just makes Remus laugh at him. Closing his eyes didn't repress the moans that were spilling effortlessly from his mouth, and with a few more thrusts from Janus, Logan's coming over the floor and his hand with a loud moan.

Luckily, Janus grits out moments later that he's close, and with a few more thrusts into Logan he's coming inside of him, which earns an overstimulated whine in response, before Janus pulls out.

Logan cringes at the feeling of come running down his thighs, as he slumps uncomfortably against the table and Remus's thighs. His knees burn from the friction caused by them rubbing against the carpet, and he's tempted to ask if people are allowed to use showers at parties, but Remus turns to Janus and speaks before Logan can.

"Do you think there are any plugs around?" he asks, and Logan flushes bright red at the implication that Remus wants to plug him up and keep Janus's come inside of him.

He hears Janus hum in thought behind him, before saying "probably, I can go look. We probably won't head home tonight anyway; I don't think it's safe for Logan to be driving after this."

"I agree," Remus replies, as his hand begins gently stroking Logan's head. If it weren't for the uncomfortable nature of the position he was in, Logan was convinced he could easily be lulled to sleep like this. However, after a moment, Remus's hand pauses in his hair, and Logan watches through half-lidded eyes as Remus pulls his shirt up and over his head, and then uses it to wipe off Logan's face. "If you can grab some water, that'd be sexy too," Remus adds, looking back at Janus, who'd stood up again and who'd tucked his cock back into his pants.

Janus nods, and walks off, presumably to grab both a plug and some water.

While he does that, Remus stands up, and puts his own cock away too, before he lifts Logan up very carefully, and carries him to the couch.

"I don't want you to ruin your boxers," he says, as he takes the lube Janus had gotten earlier and quickly lubes up three of his fingers, before suddenly shoving them into Logan's hole. Logan gasps at the sudden intrusion, before he glares at Remus with pursed lips.

"Pervert," he grits, although he can't deny that the motivation behind the action was rather sweet, as was the current position they were in. Remus was laying back against the couch, and Logan's back rested against his chest. They were cuddling.

And while normally Logan would protest against sleeping on any couch, let alone one at a party, he was tired, and trusted that Janus and Remus (hopefully) wouldn't let anything happen.

Janus returns a few minutes later with a small plug and some water. He explains he washed the plug just in case, and while Logan would normally combat sharing any sexual items such as plugs, as he doesn't want to risk contracting any STI's, he finds he doesn't care right now, and allows Janus to plug him up with it as Remus's fingers slide out of him.

Remus's discarded shirt is again used to wipe up the little bit of come that had dripped down his thighs, and then Janus helps tug Logan's boxers and jeans up. Afterwards, he collapses on top of him, and after Remus wipes his hand on his own shirt, he wraps his arms around the both of them, Logan sandwiched between them as Janus nuzzles into his chest and Remus presses a kiss to his hair.

"We'll make sure to properly take care of you tomorrow," Janus says, quietly. "When at least one of us is in a better state to drive us all home."

And that bit of assurance is the last thing Logan hears before he blissfully falls asleep.