True Deceit

Chapter 65: Patton

TW- Explicit scene, if your not into suggestive stuff than read at your own risk. 

Patton was awakened by a warm pair of lips pressing gently against his own. "Janus?"

"Morning, my little field mouse," He rattled adoringly, slipping his gloveless hands beneath his boyfriend's pyjama shirt and caressing his sides. Patton could feel weight press against his abdomen, his gaze undrawable from Janus's lustful smile. 

"Field mouse? You've never called me that before... Was everything okay with Logan last night?" 

Janus floundered. "Every prediction your son made about me was articulate and precise. I think I may genuinely trust him." 

"Really? That's wonderful, I knew you two could get along!" Patton exclaimed with relief, kicking away his sheets and shuffling into a stand. "What should I cook for breakfast? I can make pancakes, omelettes, maybe toast?" 

"You're exhausted, I'm not letting you go anywhere," Janus commanded, humming with pleasure as he latched his hands tightly around his boyfriends waist and dragged him back into bed. His fingers ran up his boyfriend's thigh, fondling with his undergarments. "If you want breakfast, I'll make it for you."

Patton heaved, a wave of emotion crashing through him as he sensed the gentle stroking. "B-b-but you don't know what I like." 

"Plain yoghurt and berries? I think you'll find I do." Janus brought his left hand to Patton's throat and pressed his head against the pillow, digging his thumb into the pressure point beneath his chin. 

Patton's muscles stiffened, a sense of helplessness overwhelming him as he nervously surrendered to the fickle touch. "Please Janus, don't hurt me..." 

Janus purred before silently lipping his boyfriend's features, ignoring his quivers as he planted a row of slow kisses which curved over his cheek bone and dusted his freckled nose. He reached the corner of his mouth before raising his head in the feverish moment, straightening his posture and adjusting his throat clutching hand. 

Regret surfaced the snake's mind as he registered his fingers digging harshly into his prey's skin. "Are you okay?"  

Patton let out a wavering moan, nodding uncertainly. 

"You're so beautiful, I'm banning you from leaving the bed. No moving, okay my darling?" 

Patton withered with discomfort as he felt the snake's palm compress his windpipe. "But..." 

"... but what Field Mouse, I can trust you to lay still, can't I? Or would you prefer I restrain you with my belt?" 

Patton shuddered, his eyes widening. "No, please don't."

A stab of remorse pierced the snake as he slowly unlatched his fingers and stood to his feet. "Stay here, okay?"

"Okay," Patton croaked faintly.

Janus exited the room before grappling his hat, pacing towards the kitchen with uneven steps. A buzz of satisfaction heated his cheeks, an undeniable rush of power leaping onto his tongue as he released an emotional hiss. 

"Salutations." Logan greeted, observing the young snake with pondering eyes. "How are you this morning?"

Janus's bare feet were chilled against the cool tiles, causing him to jolt in response. "I'm fine. I was just about to prepare breakfast for Patton." 

Logan raised his brows, taking a slow sip of coffee from his navy mug. "Interesting, normally he'd refuse that offer."

"Well, he did actually," Janus admitted hazily. He retrieved a container of strawberries, a package of grapes and a tub of yoghurt from the fridge, arranging them atop the kitchen bench. 

Logan was quiet for a moment, observing the snake's body language until at last he sighed. "Did something happen that changed his mind?" 

 "Kind of." His cursed mouth replied. He hastily spooned creamy substance into a ceramic bowl, dusting it lightly with a tea spoon of sugar. 

"You don't want to talk about it?" 

Janus shook his head, his eyes downcast to the floor. Logan nodded, massaging his tie.  "I understand. Are you willing to have a therapy session with me this evening?"

Janus winced at the suggestion, his shoulders contracting. "If... you insist." Logan smiled before bidding him goodbye, allowing the snake to slither back to the nostalgic expanse.

Janus scanned his prey atop the quilted mattress. The innocent field mouse was positioned with his back firmly pressed into the bedspread, worry striking his eyes but a shy eagerness steadied his pupils and readied his lips. Best of all was his chin, lifted and exposing his neck. 

"You stayed," Janus breathed. "Thank you my love, here's breakfast, will you let me feed it to you?"

Patton hesitantly sat up, eyeing his boyfriend with concern. "I don't understand why you want that, what is all this about?"

"This is about having control over you," Janus mused with a smile. He brought a calming hand to Patton's forehead, stroking him like a skittish foal. "You make safe and satisfied, it's impossible to explain the sheer emotion I feel. You wouldn't understand."

Patton bit his lip, fighting his yielding instincts. "Do you want to hurt me?" 

 "Off course not! I just want to have power, I just want to feel you succumbing to me, I love you." Janus shook his head, clenching his jaw.

Patton responded swiftly, his words layered in confusion. "I'm worried about this. Is it okay if we talk to Logan?"

"Logan?" Janus repeated as though he'd been struck. "But he'd be angry with me, what if he tells Roman!" 

"You trust Lo, don't you?" 

Janus fell silent, distress thudding heart. Eventually, he exhaled. "Maybe."