Morality's Break - Rare Ship One-Shots

Somnophillia (RemyxVirgil) Smut

A/N: Hello! This is a (sleep)RemyxVirgil fic so if you don't like this ship, please move on to the next part. This it the first smut I've written, so please go easy on me.

Trigger Warnings: Somnoplillia, DubCon (kinda?), Sex

///////

(3rd person POV)

Virgil lay awake in bed, desperately trying to block the anxious thoughts from Thomas so he could sleep. However, try as he might, there was no stopping the anxious feelings from slipping into Thomas' mind, leaving Thomas anxious for seemingly no reason. A knock sounded at his door, and startled Virgil out of his concentration, letting an anxious thought through his barrier.

You didn't get enough filming done today. You won't make your deadline and fans will get upset and-

Virgil grabbed hold of the thought and wrenched it away from Thomas' mind. "What is it?"

"Virgil, you need to sleep. You're keeping Thomas up." Roman, who was behind the door, complained. Virgil sighed. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep like this. He didn't mean to keep Thomas up, but every part of Thomas' mind except for Remy and one of the twins needed to be asleep in order for Thomas to sleep. Thomas needed to be up early tomorrow for a flight, so he needed to sleep. The fact that he wouldn't be able to work on filming didn't help his anxiety.

Virgil huffed and threw his blankets off of himself. On nights like these there was only one way he was ever going to let Thomas sleep. He got up off his bed and threw some boxers on and tiptoed out of his room into the hallway. All of the lights were off except for Roman's and, on the far end of the hall, Remy's. Virgil crept past the dark rooms to Remy's. He didn't particularly enjoy doing this, but he didn't mind it too much and he would be willing to do anything to keep Thomas healthy and safe. He approached the room and knocked. Almost immediately, the door opened to reveal Remy, still with his sunglasses and jacket on. In his hand he held his signature cup of Starbucks.

"Hey babes, whatcha doin' up so late?" Remy asked. Virgil gave him an unimpressed look.

"You know exactly why I'm here."

"You can't sleep and you need me to work my magic on you?" Remy asked. Virgil nodded. Remy smirked. "And how are you going to repay me for my services?"

"The same way I did last week," Virgil grumbled.

"Gurl, how come the only time I get to fuck you, you're asleep? You should stop by during the day," Remy laughed. Virgil shook his head.

"Let's just get this over with. Thomas needs to sleep," he sighed. Remy stepped to the side to let him into his room, closing the door behind him. Remy led him to his bed and Virgil crawled under the covers. The Starbucks addict set his drink aside on his nightstand and climbed on top of Virgil, the covers separating them. Remy looked into Virgil's eyes.

"Are you okay with this?" He asked. Virgil nodded.

"Do whatever, just don't kill me or leave any marks in places I can't cover them up," the anxious side said. Remy nodded. Standard procedure from the many times they had done this before. He leaned over Virgil and started humming in his ear. Soon the melody encased Virgil's mind and banished his consciousness. For a while, Remy just lay there on top of Virgil. He was light enough to where he could do so without crushing the side. He liked the feeling of a body underneath his, especially with the comfortable quilt between them. It was one of his favorite parts about when Virgil showed up outside his door late at night.

The others sometimes came to him for help sleeping, but his times with the anxious trait were his favorite. He tapped into Thomas' hormones and felt him relaxing as Virgil slumbered. It was a nice feeling. Virgil really should stop by more often. Remy looked down at the sleeping trait under him. He was so beautiful when he slept. His makeup was gone, leaving his beautiful features on display. Only Remy got to see him like this. That thought sent a thrill down his spine. Now. To do the thing he let Virgil in for.

Remy rolled his hips, letting member, already half hard from anticipation, move over the bumps and lumps of the quilt. The slow slide sparked pleasure in his lower regions and after a few moments, he was fully hard. Remy got up. As he did so, Virgil reached out for him in his sleep and whimpered, his face scrunching up at the loss. Cute. He stood and pulled his sunglasses off his face, then removed his jacket, shirt, and pants, leaving him in only his boxers. He then pulled back the edge of the quilt and slipped under it. Virgil wrapped his arms around Remy, who laughed. Virgil was a cuddler in his sleep, afraid to let whoever or whatever he was cuddling go.

Remy wrapped an arm around Virgil and traced the fingers of his other hand across the side's chest. His thumb brushed a nipple and he watched Virgil softly gasp. Remy drifted his hand down to Virgil's thighs, rubbing at the sensitive parts. Virgil groaned, his sleeping face scrunching up slightly in pleasure. Remy looked down to see Virgil's cock at half hardness in his boxers already. He wondered how worked up he could make him without touching his member.

Remy moved his lips to Virgil's neck, tracing along the pale column, searching for the spot that made Virgil squirm. When he found it, Virgil reflexively tilted his head back, allowing Remy full access. Remy licked at the spot, pressing with his tongue. He watched as Virgil arched his back slightly, searching for friction. Remy continued to play with the spot, letting his talented tongue draw up moans from Virgil. He dragged his hands up and down Virgil's sides and chest, stopping occasionally to tease a nipple.

The sounds coming from Virgil's mouth were starting to get to Remy. He rutted against Virgil's leg to get some friction on his poor neglected member as he continued to tease and play with Virgil's nipples and sweet spot. Virgil continued to whimper and press into Remy. Remy looked down to see Virgil's cock fully hard and leaking. He pried himself out of Virgil's grasp and crawled down to grab Virgil's hips. Virgil tried to buck his hips up and Remy took the opportunity to slide the side's boxers down. Virgil continued to buck his hips, but Remy held him down.

Remy began to kiss and suck at the sensitive skin on Virgil's thighs, nipping at the area around his weeping member without touching it. Virgil started whining, so Remy took this as a sign to finally give him some pleasure. He licked a stripe up the underside of Virgil's cock and the response was immediate. Virgil groaned loudly and tried to buck his hips, but Remy held them down.

Once he got to the tip, Remy took the head into his mouth and sucked as Virgil groaned and writhed. He bobbed his head, then took him down to the root in one swift motion, listening to the pleasured moan leave Virgil's mouth. He pulled off and returned his attention to the tip, licking and sucking, stroking the rest of the length with his hand. Virgil's breath sped up, and Remy pulled away, leaving Virgil to cry in anguish at the loss.

Remy discarded his boxers before crawling on top of Virgil, laying down on the sleeping side. He moved his cock over to Virgil's and rutted them together, the friction a slow slide, slick with his spit. He groaned as he continued the rubbing, relishing the contact with his favorite side. Virgil arched his back under him, pressing up against him as sparks of pleasure danced across his nerves. Remy groaned and swore as he felt himself getting close. With a hiss of satisfaction, he released his load on them both, feeling Virgil do the same moments later.

Remy sighed. He knew he should probably clean them up, but the slick moisture felt nice, so he stayed like that for a few minutes. Then he reluctantly got up to find a towel to clean them up with. Returning, he was faced with Virgil's sleeping body in his afterglow. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pale pink and his sweat covered chest was heaving and glistening in the light emanating from the lamp. If he wasn't so tired and spent, he would have been on the road to getting hard again just from the sight.

     He sighed and climbed back into the warm bed, a contrast from the chilly room. He could let Virgil rest before the second round for a few minutes at least. But for now, he set to work cleaning their mess up.