(BE WARNED: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SEX SCENE. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE OR UNDER THE AGE OF 17, PLEASE SKIP TO THE LINE MADE OF THIS THING ~ THANKS)

Logan's head snaps up when he hears his door lock click. A knowing smirk spreads across his face as green frills tickled under his chin and the arms locked across his chest lazily," greetings, Remus."

"Hey, baby boy. You ready to be wrecked?" He scoffs as Remus' mustache tickles his neck with each of his kisses.

"I should be asking you that, Dukey." He hears a rumble of pleasure from the man behind him and smirks, starting to remove his tie. He was stopped, however, by being shoved stomach down onto his bed's mattress. Narrow hips pin him down at the waist and a somewhat gentle hand holds his own above his head.

"Remus... Let me up. I have to undress first."

"Oh, don't worry about that, darling~ You can leave it all to me tonight~" He freezes.

"D-did you just call me darling?"

"Did you just stutter because the answer to both is the same~"

Oh my... Logan's forgotten how much of a flirt Remus can be during intercourse. He's so in shock that he doesn't realize what's happening until he's shirtless and his wrists are tied to the headboard by his own tie and Remus's belt. He looks up from his position on his back at the still fully dressed male straddling his hips," Remus..!"

"I know, baby boy. I'll let you watch as soon as you're ready~"

For once, Logan was confused. Remus usually never goes beyond tying him up so what could he mean by that. His mental questions were answered when Remus starts undoing his slacks. At this point, he was starting to get desperate and impatient with the slow pace he knew Remus was taking simply to, in his words from a previous session, 'loosen him up'. He frowns and tries to pull his wrists free from their constraints until Remus squeezes his thighs. He stops at the indicated warning.

Or... he could maybe speed this along..

"Remus..!" he whines monotonously and tugs again, working his wrists back and forth against each other to 'get them free'.

He was rewarded with deep, breathy groans from his lover and a tightening grip around his wrists. He could feel Remus' package against his naval as his breath hitched at the sudden feral dominance Remus was displaying.

It was disorienting, watching how fast Remus undressed, but pretty soon, he was back over him and eyeing his neck like a starving vampire. He leans down and starts to kiss up and down, searching for the one special spot that makes Logan fall apart at the seems. He grins when a sharp whine annunciated his discovery and bites down just enough, still teasing the bottom male.

Logan groans, frustrated and hard, when Remus bites down on his neck, incapacitating him instantly. He takes the opportunity to slam his entire dick in and smirks at Logan's satisfying moan. He was breathtakingly tight and squirmed around just the way Remus liked.

Strange how the 'emotionless' side was the most He wanted to hear those beautiful moans all night long.

And he would make sure he did.

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Patton was getting worried. He hasn't seen Logan or Remus all night and both skipped dinner. Dinner! Why would you skip dinner unless you were sick?

He's getting worried. Maybe they both tired themselves out and went to bed? No, Logan wouldn't do that. He loves his schedule way too much to cheat on it and skip a meal. Besides, Virgil had suggested macaroni and cheese with hot dogs, Remus' favorite! Maybe he should go check on them...
No, they're adults- ish. They can take care of themselves at this point. They're probably doing some sort of anatomy lesson in Logan's room, and that means gross innards. Patton didn't need to see that right after eating so he'll leave them alone for tonight.
Roman didn't show up for dinner either, come to think of it. He should check on him and take his dinner to him.
Patton nods and wraps up a plate before heading towards the library. When he opened the door, he could see a flickering light from behind one of the bookcases where the tree was painted on the wall.
'Roman, what are you doing?' He thinks as he walks around the bookcase. He laughs softly at the hunched figure lying in the soft chair, setting the food aside. He grabs an old blanket they keep in the library for this very reason and wraps him up. Patton smiles when Roman grabs onto the corner and cuddles it to his chest.
Movement catches his eye and he looks down towards Roman's feet where his shoes were coming off of his feet and setting themselves aside at the foot of the chair. Then the blanket wraps around the socked feet. A soft hum accompanies a ghostly hand brushing away Roman's bangs.
Patton's heart beats faster at the tone of the hum. No, it can't be... he remembers what had happened, it can't be her. But who else..? An invisible servant one of the twins had conjured up?
He'd have to go back and check on her, see if she's still there where he left her all those years ago. He'd just have to make sure she won't come back.

It was hard enough killing her the first time.