Slight PattonxRoman!

Part three to 'Say not to this' and 'the black interview'.

Songs: Burn and First Burn — Sorry, won't let me put the music in so here's the links instead.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=a0k0FJrY4a8

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gYqaUybOUqI

Warning: fire, angst, crying, heartbreak, divorce, Roman is a flirt, cheating is mentioned.

Yo, I need YOUR help. I want to do a part four for Virgil. The interview is out, Virgil is being ridiculed, Janus isn't taking it well as he's still... you know? Obviously money's not coming, so I want it to be quiet depressing. Sorry. But, what song do I use? Please tell me, and if you have any ideas let me know. Comment it here. Thank you!

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Patton was asleep in the spare room, while Logan was still awake, pieces of paper clutched tightly in his hands, his face lit up by the fire that he started in the fireplace.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, his cheeks red and tear stained, with a headache forming, but non of that mattered. The whole way home he had gotten sympathetic stares from people, he had even gotten a few calls from family members.

Patton spent the day comforting him until Logan seemed alright again, but the moment Patton fell asleep, Logan found himself silently crying and starting the fire.

The house was now silent and dark besides the flicker of flames, and the quiet cackle of the fire.

Over the course of their relationship Roman wrote Logan many love letters and poems, and they were pages and pages long, and he kept them all. Now he wished he hadn't. He'd been searching and scanning for any sort of sign that Roman was a cheat.

Roman walked into the house that night, just seeping into the morning, disheveled and tired, his hair a mess from running his fingers through it and tugging at the strands.

He froze seeing Logan sat on the couch, staring blankly at the roaring flames.

"Logan...?"

Logan didn't glance up, just stared at the letters, "you know... I saved every letter you wrote me. From the moment I read them I knew you were mine, you said you were mine... I thought you were mine..."

"Logan—"

Logan stood up hugging himself, the letters crumping. "Do you know what Patton said, when we saw your first letter arrive?" He asked, glancing at Roman and then away. "He said: Be careful with that one, Lo. He will do what it takes to survive." He clenched his fist to his chest.

Roman froze, his eyes held disbelief. Patton really said that about him? It stands to reason Patton would be wary, he was the eldest of the Crofters brothers. He slowly walked to Logan and reached out to take his hand.

"Don't!" Yelled Logan snatching his hand away, making Roman back up and freeze in shock, "take another step in my direction, I can't be trusted around you." He snarled. "Don't think you can talk your way into my arms!" Romans eyes widened in sadness.

"You and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenceless." Logan said, looking to the letters softly, clenching them tightly. Roman was a flirt and it showed, if always made him blush, he was also extremely romantic, making the intelligent man burst into fits of giggles like a school girl. "You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals."

Logan looked at the letters and flipped through them again, "I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me, I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line, for some kind of sign..."

Roman frowned, "please I—"

"When you were mine, the world seemed to burn..." Logan frowned, looking at the flames, his grip tightening on the letters he held.

"You told them of the letters he wrote you, you told the whole world how you brought this man into our bed!" Snapped Logan, feeling sick and anger at Virgil, a man he considered a close friend, and at the fact he had been sleeping in the same place Roman slept with his illicit lover. "In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives!" Logan cried out, thinking of himself, of Patton, even Remus despite him being a big part of the scandal getting out, and even to slight extension Virgil.

"Do you know what Patton said, when he had heard what you'd done?" Logan asked, glaring at Roman, who had flashed of Patton in the street, yelling at him. "He said: You have married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun." That left Roman speechless.

"Logan—" He tried to hold Logan's upper arm, but Logan again backed away.

"Don't!" Logan snapped, tears down his cheeks again. "You and your words, obsessed with your legacy... Your sentences border on senseless!" He was flipping through the letters, backing away from him. "And you are paranoid in every paragraph, how they perceive you..."

Logan's lower lip quivered and his voice wavered, "you, you, you..."

It fell silent, Roman staring in shock and horror. He did this, he's the reason his husband was upset. How could he do this?

Logan stared at the fire to he left and then back at Roman who was standing a little way away. Logan was staring at him as if he just had an epiphany.

"I'm burning the letters you wrote me." Logan declared, "you can stand over there if you want." Roman froze, tense, his body ran cold. These letters and poems were their love, their story, their history, their memories... And soon they'd all be gone.

"Let future historians wonder how Logan reached when you broke his heart..." Logan shook his head. "I don't know who you are, I have so much to learn." He looked over the letters one last time.

"You have torn it all apart and I'm watching them burn." He threw them into the fire, and Roman went pale. He felt sick. He shuddered at the sight of the paper turning black, curling in on itself and it filled the room with smoke.

"Heaven forbid someone whisper: He's part of some scheme." Logan stormed past him. "Your enemy whispers, so you have to scream!" Roman frowned thinking of Remus.

"I know about whispers..." Logan stared at the wall in anger, "I see how you look at my brother..."

Roman took a sharp intake of breath, he knew. He knew of the soft and loving looks he gave Patton. He reached for Logan in shock and horror, but Logan turned and glared, his eyes cold and hard.

"Dont! I'm not naive." Logan scoffed, "I have seen me all around you. Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms!" He had seen Roman flooded by men, famous and not, blushing with half-lidded eyes. He too fell for Romans charms, so in a way he couldn't blame Virgil completely. Who wouldn't fall in love with Roman?

"The world has no right to my heart, the world has no place in our bed! They don't get to know what I said." Logan decided, crumping the last few letters he had. "I'm burning the memories! I'm burning the letters that might have redeemed you!"

"You have thrown it all away!" Logan glared. "Stand back, watch it burn!" He threw the last few letters he had into the fire. Roman stared in horror and despair. This was all his fault.

"And when the time comes, explain to your family." Roman snapped his head, 'your family', not 'our family', not anymore. "The pain and embarrassment, you put your ex through!" Romans eyes filled with tears and they began to fall down his cheek, 'ex'.

"When will you learn, that I was your legacy?" Logan asked, tears down his face storming up to Roman who backed away crying, Logan gesturing between them, "we are your legacy!"

"You forfeit all rights to my heart! You forfeit the place in our bed! You sleep in your office instead!" Logan yelled, pointing upstairs in anger. "With only the memories of when you were mine!" He pulled off his wedding band and froze, clenching it in his hand.

Roman stared, his eyes red, tears down his cheeks and his lip quivering, "please don't..."

"I hope that you burn..." Logan threw his ring into the fire, and walked past him.

He's erasing himself from the narrative...