The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Three-The Chaos

TW:  IMPORTANT, THIS CHAPTER HAS A TON. Let's see... this gets a little more into the spicy stuff in the beginning, but honestly, it's only for a bit and then there's an interruption. The second half of the chapter, mentions deadnames, someone learning about a deadname instead of an actual name, reflections on the past, not taking care of yourself, and then a major one for fainting at the very end. Be safe everyone, please take care of yourselves, I used some of my own experience from when I actually fell a while ago, so this is what I remember.

It was later in the evening when Virgil seemed to have calmed down enough so the group could talk. It was surprisingly nice, just sitting there. Logan had needed it too. Though he had told the others he wasn't hurt, and he wasn't, not physically, but he was still a little shaken. His father had never restricted him from going to certain places, even so, he never went to places that were notorious for violent people or drunks. It was all very surprising, and he had to remember to hold his tongue in certain, more rowdy, places.

The group had agreed to stay in the tavern for the night, but they wanted to leave the next morning, which Logan was thankful for. They were running short on time, and they were so close to getting to the witch's, as Roman would call it, evil lair.

Roman and Logan split off, Patton and Virgil staying in the room they started in, and the pair of boyfriends going to the room next to them.

"You deflected the question." So Roman had noticed. "Are you alright?" Roman closed the door behind them, and Logan relaxed a little. It was just them, now.

"I... I wasn't expecting that, of course, but... I'm fine. I promise." Roman smiled. "You defended me." He also hadn't been expecting that. He had expected someone to interrupt, but he thought that it would be more like a fight would break out. The fact that Roman had unmasked himself for Logan... it was sweet. Besides the fact that he had an air of confidence, that was more than intriguing.

"That I did." Roman blushed a little, looking away. "I'm sorry if I-" He was cut off by Logan pinning him to the wall and kissing him. Roman melted instantly, and Logan smirked. He liked the feeling of being in control, and from what it seemed, Roman liked being controlled.

"What were you about to say?" Logan could tell Roman knew he was teasing, he knew what Roman was about to say, but Logan feigned innocence as he moved to kiss down Roman's neck. He groaned softly.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't-" Roman cut himself off with a yelp as Logan bit at his neck softly. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough so that Roman could feel it. 

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Roman." Logan's voice was calmer than he felt, and he nipped at Roman's neck again. "You defended me. And I think, for that, you deserve a reward, don't you, pretty boy?" Roman made a soft whining noise and nodded. Logan smirked. "Words, Roman."

"Y-Yes, please," Logan pulled away, giving Roman a look, and Roman quickly added "Sir."

They hadn't talked about this yet. Logan didn't want to pressure Roman into anything, that included nicknames, but the name sent a shiver down Logan's spine. He grabbed Roman's hands and gently pushed him onto the bed, kissing him again.

"What do you want, Roman?" Roman blinked up at him, breathless.

"You, Logan, please." He managed to get out, and Logan smiled.

"You have me, Roman." He kissed him again, less heat and passion, and more love. Sweetness. Comfort. Roman was obviously enjoying himself, pushing up against Logan. His hands went to Logan's back, and Logan smiled. Roman was testing him, he knew that much. Logan caught Roman's wrists with his hands and pinned them next to his head. Roman whined a little, pushing against where Logan was holding him down, but not enough so he would break out. Logan hoped he wasn't reading Roman wrong, but Roman seemed to notice his hesitation.