Addiction~Prinxiety

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(Trigger Warning-Smut~Roman-centric, fantasizing, emotional abuse, hurtful words (I really don't know a better way of saying this lolz). Just reminding you all again... This is a smut book. And we're getting to the part in the book where it's going to be nearly every chapter so... Yeah don't read if you don't like smut hahaha)

Roman grunted as he sat there shaking. His head hurt from pulling his hair as he sat there in front of the door. His tears didn't end. They never stopped falling. All he could see was Virgil... God forbid he had been there when that happened. Why didn't Logan stop him? Roman sputtered as he curled up into himself and laughed. Even now... Even in his panic and guilt, his mind wouldn't shut up. That's how it is though. He's been ignoring it. He's been trying to push it down. Clearly, by what happened in the kitchen, he's met his breaking point.

"Roman?" Roman gasped as his eyes shot up to see a translucent Virgil standing there with a smirk. He fazed in and out clearly telling Roman he's imagining it. Even still he couldn't stop himself. He stared right into Virgil's eyes as he slowly pushed himself up off the floor. "My poor Prince." Roman whimpered quietly as he walked over letting Virgil wrap his arms around him. He didn't really 'feel' it as this Virgil wasn't real but in his mind, he could imagine the touch... the sensation of being in Virgil's arms... and he shook. "Why don't I help you out, My Prince?"

"Please?" Roman mumbled as he slowly walked over to his bed. Virgil just kept smirking as he watched Roman lay back against his pillow with a soft yet obviously desperate breath. "Please, Virgil."

"You say that... but you're still clothed." Roman's eyes dilated as he carefully started to unbutton his pants and pull them down. Virgil smiled wider as he started to crawl over to him as Roman pulled his shirt off. Virgil's ghostly fingers trailed his arms to his wrist and Roman's eyes rolled back as his shirt slipped to the floor. He felt his hand move on its own to his boxers and he looked up to see Virgil holding Roman's hand right over the older's obvious bulge. Roman moaned spreading his legs slightly as he palmed himself through his boxers. Virgil leaned over him, his fingers over Roman's while his lips trailed Roman's neck. Roman's fingers twitched and squeezed eliciting a shiver as he pushed back against the bed. 

"Virgil..." He moaned quietly as his hand moved under his boxers.

"Yes?" Virgil's voice was so deep and raspy, Roman was lost in its lull. His hand jerked causing his to shutter as he choked back another moan. "Come on, Roman. I want to see how much you want me."

"I want you so much." Roman's hand moved torturously slow as he panted and shook "I want you. I... I need you to..." Roman squeezed himself slightly as he brushed his thumb over the tip. "...fuck." Virgil giggled softly as he moved back just enough to be on his knees. His purple hair fell over his bright blue eyes as his fingers trailed down undoing his zipper. He tantalizingly stripped his hoodie off as Roman just watched in complete silence. He unconsciously quickened his pace as his heart raced. 

Virgil giggled as he held his hoodie out only for it to vanish into a bunch of purple and black sparkles. Roman grunted in pleasure as his grip on his member tightened just enough to have a good firm hold. Virgil tilted his head slightly as he teasingly lifted his shirt. He moved at a snail's pace revealing such porcelain skin making Roman melt under him more. With every passing second his pace got faster and faster. His moan's slipped past his lips as his eyes rolled back. Even still he could still see Virgil in his mind. The way he moved. The way he teased. Virgil slowly unbuttoned his own jeans slipping his hand under and letting out a sultry moan that tore through Roman's blood setting it ablaze.

"So gorgeous, My prince." Virgil hummed out as he moaned again making Roman bite his tongue. "I want to see you, Roman. Please... Please cum for me." That was all it took. Roman let out one final moan of Virgil's name as he came hard in his boxers. The ghostly Virgil just smiled brightly as he too vanished in a thing of sparkles and dust. Roman laid there frozen just trying to wrap his mind over everything as his heart slowly but surely started to calm down. 

"Shit." Roman frowned as he stared at his hand before pushing himself up and moving to his bathroom.  He stripped his soiled boxers dropping them in the sink to soak later and just turned on the shower. He laid there in the tub letting the water wash over him as he just cried all over again.

"Selfish." He flinched violently as he squeezed his eyes tightly. "Even now... You're selfish."

"I didn't mean to... I didn't..."

"You're pathetic, Roman." Roman whimpered as he pushed his foot up to make the water hotter. It burned his skin but he really didn't care. The constant drum of the water against him and the curtain added ambiance to the otherwise silent room. The steam made it hard to breathe but he didn't really notice when all he could do was curl up and cry. And curl up he did... The cool porcelain tub contrasted against his side as he put himself into a fetal position letting the water drown everything else out. "Pathetic. The world does not revolve around you. You are not the only person in this world, Roman. Stop being selfish and think. Virgil does not want to be with you. Stop fantasizing about him and just give up."

"I'm trying." Roman choked as he shook against the combating cold of the tub and heat of the water. His mind was falling hard as his father's voice wrapped around him tightly. "I'm trying..."

"Try harder. No one likes a selfish prick, Roman." Roman whimpered as he curled himself up tighter. "No one likes a man who thinks he's 'deserving' of anything. You are not as special as you think. You are not as important as you think... GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE, ROMAN. THE SUN DOESN'T SET FOR YOU! You don't DESERVE anything!"

"I know."