Meaning Of A Purr (Sanders Sides - LAMP Fic)

Chapter 9: How to Say "Thank You"

Possible triggers include mentions of past abuse and training as well as a non-graphic flashback. As always take care of yourselves and thank you for reading.

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There were so many bodies pressing close to him. So warm. So suffocating. He was trapped. They were going to hurt him. 

Virgil woke up and immediately panicked at the weight pressing against him. His right arm was pinned down by something so he quickly raised his left  to push away the arm sprawled on top of him, but stopped short when the black metal and purple gems around his finger captured his attention. He held his hand up looking at the band around his ring finger and a sense of calm washed over him. He knew where he was and why he was there, he was safe. 

He smiled softly, bringing the ring to his lips to kiss it softly.  He pulled his hand away and looked around the elegant room. He had spent the night in Roman’s room, on his bed, with all of his boyfriends. When Roman had suggested it last night he had been too tired to refuse. He had assumed things were going to happen but Roman just snapped them all into pajamas and they went to sleep. The most intimate thing that happened was that someone pressed a light kiss to his forehead when he was drifting off to sleep. 

Virgil looked down to see Patton had curled in on himself, cuddling Virgil’s right arm. To his left Roman had starfished across both him and Logan. Logan was sleeping peacefully, perfectly straight, with his hands folded against his chest, almost resembling the corpse. Virgil had to quickly throw the mental image from his mind. 

Virgil continued to lay there for a few minutes until his need to move became unbearable. He couldn’t help but twitch uncomfortably, wanting to get out. Patton let out a sleepy groan, stirring from his slumber. 

“Hmn… Virgil? You’re already up?” Patton asked groggily. 

“Sorry to wake you, I just.. I need to get out. If that is okay,” Virgil whispered hurriedly. 

Patton let out a stifled yawn and sat up, blinking the sleep from his bleary eyes. He looked over at the grandfather clock on the other side of the room before sighing and stretching. 

“I guess I should get up and prepare breakfast,” Patton murmured, getting ready to slide off the bed. 

“P-Patt, a little help,” Virgil whispered, nerves peaking through his voice. 

Patton blinked over at how Roman was sprawled out so he was partially on top of Virgil. Patton let out a soft laugh. 

“I’ll teach you a little trick,” Patton said, leaning over Virgil so he could reach for Roman’s left side. 

His fingers lightly tickled Roman’s side making him hum softly in his sleep, rolling over towards the hand and ending up cuddled with Logan. 

“If you touch his side when he is sleeping rolls over,” Patton winked. “Just don’t be on the side he turns towards or you’ll be stuck in one of his death cuddles until he wakes up.”

“Should we be worried about Logan?”

“Logan likes the excuse to not have to get up in the morning, not that he’d ever admit it. He seriously doesn’t like getting up in the morning until he has to,” Patton laughed. “Well Kiddo, want to join me downstairs?” Patton asked. 

Virgil nodded and they both got off the bed to sink into the living room. 

“I’m going to go make breakfast. How does waffles sound?” Patton asked. 

“Sounds great Patt, do you need help with anything?” Virgil asked. 

Patton hummed to himself.