Meaning Of A Purr (Sanders Sides - LAMP Fic)

Chapter 4: By Your Side

Mentions of past Rape/non-con but nothing major. As always, take care of yourselves and thank you for reading.

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It hurt. Everything hurt. 

A groan pushed its way through Virgil’s lips as he slowly opened his eyes up to the dark room. His limbs felt heavy but he surprisingly felt well rested for once in his life. The soft sound of snoring made him tense a moment and look around more frantically. He quickly realized he wasn’t in his own room and that there were other people in the room with him. His head immediately began running trying to go through all of the dark sides rooms to figure out where he was being held and what to expect. However, the neat, book filled room didn’t belong to any of them. It was a room he had happened to glance in a few times when he had a question from the room’s owner, Logan. 

Upon closer inspection he found the soft snoring coming from the corner of the room where Patton and Roman were sleeping on a pile of bean bag chairs, in the corner of the room, Patton using his bigger boyfriend as a giant pillow. Nestled against the side of the bed, leaning forward from his chair Logan slept with his top half on the bed, his head and right hand centimeters from Virgil’s 

Virgil sat up slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t remember how he got here. He had been in the kitchen trying to get some food before he had to go back. Virgil stiffened at the thought, wildly looking around for a clock. It was already dark which couldn’t be a good sign. His heart sank when he saw the red light of Logan’s digital clock on his desk, “11:29”. He was a half hour late for Deceit’s plans. He was going to be in a lot of trouble when he arrived. 

Virgil bit his lip to block out the pain and swung his legs over the side of the bed on the opposite side of the bed to where Logan was sleeping. 

“I would not advise walking around on your own in your current state,” a neutral and calm voice said from behind him. 

Virgil looked back to see Logan sitting up, fixing his glasses which had been pushed up onto his forehead when he fell asleep. 

“I’m just heading to my room, I won’t be up long,” Virgil replied, his voice still gravely from the pain. 

His eyes shifted away  from the logical side, fixing on the door. 

“I will take you downstairs to get something to eat,” Logan replied getting up out of his chair. 

Before Virgil could protest Logan was standing up from his chair, gathering a few items from his nightstand. He then held out his hand to Virgil patiently. Virgil looked at the clock again before letting out a sigh. He’d be punished the same whether he was a minute late or an hour late and he was really hungry and thirsty. He reluctantly took Logan’s extended hand and let him sink them downstairs. Virgil was surprised when Logan sat him down on the couch. 

“I figure you’ll be more comfortable here. I will grab you some food, how much do you think you’ll be able to eat?” Logan asked. 

Virgil shrugged, not really wanting to force himself to talk anymore. Logan looked at him for a long moment before speaking again. 

“I’ll just be in the kitchen, call out if you need anything. If not I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Logan said, turning and walking away. 

Virgil nestled down into the couch, biting at his lip anxiously. His eyes kept glancing up the stairs towards his room as he waited in the dark house. It was eerily silent beyond the sounds of Logan using the microwave in the other room. Virgil grabbed onto his tail and began stroking it while purring to himself quietly.