#lee!janus

[sfwticklee]

anyone up for making some SFW tickle fics??

Lee! Virgil x Ler Roman (Lil emo boi really needs to laugh more)

Lee! Janus x Ler Virgil (Virgil also needs revenge sometimes!)

(if you are into NSFW/Sexual/fetish tickling, DO NOT FOLLOW ME I WILL BLOCK YOU.)

[trashyswitch]

Day 8: Truth

Janus is infodumping about snakes, and both Roman and Virgil are bored. So, Virgil pulls a silly trick on Janus, to make him shut up and laugh at the same time. But that silly trick, as well as everything after, is a secret cover up for something else entirely...

Day 8. I hope you enjoy.

Janus happened to be rambling up a storm towards Roman. And Roman, though he was trying to hide it, was growing visibly bored of Janus’s tangents. Virgil could notice this right away. And honestly, he was getting bored of Janus’s conversation topic too. So, Virgil gently pulled out his pet tarantula and very quietly snuck up to Janus. 

“So the whole myth of snakes asphyxiating their prey through squeezing them, is very much a lie that should be re-educated. Why they don’t have a separate unit on snakes in school is beyond me…because people could learn so much from these interesting creatures of the ground!” Janus explained. 

Roman’s eyes were about to shut for the 57th time that afternoon, when her eyes suddenly fell upon a black blob on top of Janus’s hat. Roman’s eyes adjusted to see the blog clearly, before realizing what it was: 

It was a spider! A big, hairy tarantula! Roman was about to bring it up, but quickly stopped himself when he saw Virgil’s head with a finger over his own mouth, gently ordering him to shush. 

Roman watched as Virgil shook his head menacingly at him, almost to say ‘You mention I’m here, and I will shove your sword down your throat’. Roman quickly focused back on Janus as best he could. Virgil’s scary when he’s making that face…But despite ‘listening’ to Janus’s conversation, Roman would keep sneaking glances at the tarantula…

…Especially when it would start crawling around. 

“The most well-known habitats for snakes are the woodland areas, the forests, and the deserts. Of course, each and every type of snake has scientifically evolved to survive their respective habitats-” 

The tarantula crawled across the hat to the right side, leaning towards the bill of the hat.

“The fact about snakes surviving their head being cut off, is scientifically true. However: the idea that decapitated snakes can keep living up until sundown? That is quite false. You see, the snake’s brain doesn’t require as much oxygen to survive-” 

The snake crawled itself down the right side of the hat, towards the head. 

“They could even actually last a couple hours before experiencing brain death! It’s incredible, really. Though I don’t know how they would eat without a jaw, or know where to go without eyes. That is something I need to look up myself.” 

The spider fell onto Janus’s shoulder. And with pure luck, Janus didn’t even feel it! 

“Spiders don’t have ears to hear music. But they do have the ability to feel vibrations like we can. Scientists have actually discovered that classical music and Indian music, when turned on in front of a snake, can have a calming effect on them.” 

The spider crawled up to his collarbone, and up to the yellow t-shirt Janus was currently wearing. 

“It has also been discovered that snakes- Agh!” Janus brought his hand up to his right shoulder, and slapped it. Roman widened his eyes, covering his mouth. Did Janus just smack at the tarantula?!

But amazingly, Janus actually managed to miss the spider by a single inch! And that spider, terrified by the sudden threat on its life, crawled itself right into Janus’s shirt from its U-neck opening. 

“aaAH! What the-” Janus started patting himself down and lifted up his shirt to get the tarantula out of his shirt. “Get out of thehere!” Janus reacted, showing a slight smile as he started wiggling around. 

Roman widened his eyes and watched curiously as Janus struggled to get the tarantula out. “Oh wow…” Roman mumbled. 

“Stuhupid tarantulahaha-’ Janus let out, hugging his stomach and doubling over without squishing the tarantula. “Vihihirgil! Yohohour tarahantula got ohohohout agahahahain!” Janus yelled, a wobbly, toothy smile filling his face. 

Roman smirked and leaned his chin on his own palm. “What’s wrong, Jay? A little ticklish?” Roman asked. 

Janus squeaked and arched his back, laughing in a way that sounded almost hissy…ya know…like a snake would. “Waitwaitwait PLEHEHEhease!” Janue ordered. “Hohohold ohon-” Janus untucked his shirt and lifted it up. “Gehehet ohohoff mehehehe!” Janus begged, reaching back for the tarantula. 

Virgil appeared from behind Janus. “You realize you’re talking to a tarantula, right?” Virgil reminded him, pointing to his tarantula. “He doesn’t understand you.” Virgil told him. 

“Yohohou!” Janus tippy-tapped his toes as he struggled to handle the ticklish crawling on his back. “Gehehet ihihit ohohohoff!” He reacted, reaching behind his back to try and get the tarantula. 

Virgil smiled and crossed his arms. “Nah. I rather enjoy seeing you laugh like this.” Virgil reacted. “You remember Janus, don’cha?” Virgil teased in a small sing-song voice. 

Janus fell to his stomach and kicked his feet like a little school girl. And located on his back, was a little black, hairy, crawling creature. Virgil scooped up the little tarantula into his hands and put the tarantula onto his shoulder. “There you go, little guy.” Virgil said. Roman walked up and very hesitantly moved his finger closer to the tarantula. “W-Wow…” He mumbled. “He’s your p-p-” 

“Pet?” Virgil clarified. “Yup. My one and only.” he replied. “You wanna hold him?” Virgil asked next. 

Roman widened his eyes and bit his lip. “Uhhh…” He let out some quick breaths. “Uhhhhhhhh- Sure.” He replied awkwardly. 

Virgil looked up at Roman, and tilted his head. “Are you scared? You don’t need to if you’re-” 

Roman placed his hands down in a bowl motion. “Do it anyway. Thomas needs to get over his fear of spiders somehow.” Roman told him. 

Virgil shrugged his shoulders and moved the tarantula towards his fingers. “Slowly?” Virgil asked. 

Roman nodded. “Yeah.” 

Virgil let the tarantula scope out Roman’s hand. It touched the fingers gently with its front left leg, before touching it with its front right leg next. Then…when it felt the coast was clear, the tarantula walked gently onto Roman’s fingers to his palms. “Ohoho bohohoy…” Roman mumbled. 

“You feel okay?” Virgil asked. 

“Y-Yeah…Ihi think…” Roman replied. 

“Okay. Will you be okay if he just stays on your hand for a bit? I have some…business to attend to.” Virgil asked. 

Roman nodded his head. “Sure. Go ahead.” Roman replied, putting on a brave face. “If I can beat the dragon, then I can handle a tarantula.” Roman declared. 

Virgil turned around and walked up to Janus. “Alright, now onto you.” Virgil started skittering his fingers all over the snake boy’s sides and ribs. “You sir, need to admit something to me.” Virgil told him. 

“WAHAIT- NAHAHAhahaha!” Janus laughed, attempting to push him away. 

“Admit you’re a cute dangernoodle.” Virgil told him. “Wahahait WHAHAHAT?! NOHOHOHO!” Janus yelled. “That’s no #1! Meaning, I get to tickle you in one of your top 5 ticklish spots.” Virgil told him. 

“OHGODNOHOHO-! Nohoho fahahair!” Janus yelled. 

“Oho, this is completely fair! My little arthropod has been badly missing his deceitful uncle. And it’s been ages since his last tickle fight.” Virgil told him. “Like- Listen: He said ‘a tarantula can only tickle Virgil so many times before it gets boring!’. His words, not mine.” Virgil explained, smirking. 

“BUHUHUHULLROHOHOAR.” Janus yelled back. 

“Say what you want. But it won’t change how ticklish the scaly side of your back is.” Virgil mentioned before lifting up his shirt and going for the left side of his back. 

“WAHAIT- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAhahahahAHAHAHA!” Janus cackled, trying and failing to push Virgil away. 

But this didn’t stop the emo. This only increased that mischievous fire in his eye. “Like, my god. It’s such a shame there’s no cure for sensitive scales.” Virgil reacted. 

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUHUP!” Janus shouted at him.

“Now admit it: you’re a cute dangernoodle.” Virgil ordered. 

“HAHAHA- NOHOHO WAHAHAY!” Janus yelled back. 

Virgil sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Suit yourself.” He walked himself to Janus’s belly, and stuck his fingers into Janus’s belly button. “Spot number 2.” He muttered out loud. 

Janus screeched almost like a girl, and doubled over in an attempt to get Virgil’s fingers away. “NAHAHAHAHAAA! EEEHEHEHEHEHE- STAHAHAP!” Janus yelled. 

“Admit it then.” Virgil told him. “AHAHADMIT WHAHAT?!” Janus asked. 

“That you’re a cute dangernoodle!” Virgil replied. “God, don’t you ever listen?!” Virgil asked in a joking manner. 

Janus pushed Virgil’s hands away and backed up as best he could. “Stahap-” Janus narrowed his eyes at him. “I am NOT a cute dangernoodle.” Janus admitted. 

Virgil smirked and turned to Roman. “You doing okay, Prince?” Virgil asked. 

Roman was struggling to keep himself calm while the tarantula was very slowly walking itself up his arm. Though, his tarantula had only hiked up half of the lower arm. 

“Oh yeah, my little buddy likes to walk around a bit. Here.” Virgil scooped up the tarantula from Roman’s arm and used his conjuring abilities to send his tarantula back to his cage. “There.” He smiled. “Now since Janus doesn’t seem to understand the word ‘truth’, wanna help me?” Virgil asked. 

Roman looked at Janus for a moment, who desperately shook his head ‘no’. But Roman only took this as a chance to agree. “Sure!” He replied eagerly. 

Virgil smiled. “Alright. Janus? You have one more chance to admit it. If you don’t comply, then we will resort to tickling 2 of your worst spots.” Virgil explained to him. 

Janus widened his eyes and looked at both the boys with intense nervousness. “But-” He shook his head and growled. “Why?! Why would you want me to admit something like that?!” He asked. 

Virgil looked at Roman, while Roman looked at Janus with a smile. “Because it’s the truth.” he admitted. 

Janus widened his eyes and looked at both sides. “W-Wait…” He narrowed his eyes.  “Is this a confession?” Janus asked. 

Roman giggled and scratched the back of his head as his face heated up. “Y-Yeah…It is.” he replied. “I…I like you, Janus.” 

“O-OH!” Janus reacted, looking at Roman. “I-” He wasn’t sure what to say. “Wow…” was all he could really say in response. 

Roman looked to his right, to where Virgil was. “Virgil-” Roman widened his eyes when his eyes fell on nothing. “V-Virgil?” 

Roman looked around, before his eyes fell on the stairs railing. Virgil was hiding behind it, signaling for Roman to ‘keep going’. Roman smiled and blushed a small bit. He whispered the words ‘thank you’ to Virgil before turning around to turn to Janus. 

“So…Since you gave me the chance to infodump for a while…perhaps you would like to infodump about something?” Janus offered. 

[smileheart110]

The discord had an idea...

[tobydammit68]

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992) Dir. David Lynch

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

Sanders Sides as Ao3 pt. 28

[kanene-yaaay]

Aaaaaa this is so GREAT!!! To see light, careful tickles being so delightfully used to makes his barriers crumble and his giggles to ring loud and clear ♡♡♡ very very amazing

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

Janus stepped back, his eyes darting, looking for any way to escape. “Surely, Logan, we can resolve this in another way.”

Logan simply took another step towards him, his expression stern. “I believe I made it clear to you yesterday that any further comparisons of Roman to his brother would result in this specifically.”

Janus gulped. Logan had indeed made that clear while he was thoroughly wrecking Janus yesterday. As well as promising to make the next time tickle even more.

“Surely, this needn’t be counted,” Janus tried, taking another step back. “Even you have to admit they occasionally create very similar dreams.”

“I left no room for excuses,” Logan said. “A correct comparison is still a comparison.”

Janus tried to take another step back, but his back hit a wall. “Logan…”

Logan stepped forward again, blocking Janus against the wall. He raised one eyebrow, a small quirk to the corner of his mouth. “I am going to quite enjoy this.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down Janus’s back as Logan sank them both to his torture chamber.

A shaky grin couldn’t be suppressed once he was in the room. There were no doors, only Logan could control entry and exit. All around the room were chairs and tables that could restrain a Lee in unique and horribly unfair ways.

Janus never admitted it, but he adored this room. Logan let him lie as much as he liked, let him deny how much he enjoyed the tickles and having all control stripped away.

“Now,” Logan said. “How will I break you today?”

“You won’t,” Janus said, his voice already a bit quavery, the sight of all the machines and tools in the room affecting him strongly.

Logan reached forward, taking Janus’s chin in his hand and tipping his head so he had to look up into Logan’s eyes. “I assure you, you will not leave this room until you beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” Janus said bravely, but he knew it was true. Logan didn’t bluff.

He crossed his arms tightly, as if he could protect himself that way.

“It is simply a fact,” Logan said, an evil smile growing on his face.

Janus jerked his head, pulling his chin out of Logan’s grasp, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, you are adorable,” Logan commented, pulling Janus over to a chair.

Logan sat first, tugging Janus into his lap. He arranged Janus’s hands against the arm rests, and his feet to the legs of the chair. Bands clamped around them, leaving Janus trapped.

“You’re lucky today,” Logan murmured into Janus’s ear. “While I will break you, I’m in a very generous mood. Your composure will crumble, bit by bit, with only your favorite tickles.”

Janus tugged at his arms, impulsively trying to cover his sides. Why had he just gone along with Logan trapping him in place? He could’ve tried to run!

Not that it would’ve done anything other than delay the inevitable.

There was a soft rustle behind him, and then Logan’s tie was pressed over his eyes, tied at the back of his head.

“Y-you won’t gain anything,” Janus said. “You can’t break me. I won’t let you.”

“Ohh, is that so?” Logan purred into Janus’s ear, his breath tickling over his neck.

His hands slipped under Janus’s shirt, softly tracing over his sides. Janus tensed, trying to hold in all reactions. He wouldn’t give Logan the satisfaction of getting him that easily.

“I do love when you try to act tough,” Logan teased, still tracing ever so gently up and down Janus’s sides. “It’s so much more satisfying watching you fall to pieces.”

Janus suppressed a whimper as Logan’s skilled fingers began focusing on the patches of scales along his sides. He bit his lip, struggling to breathe evenly. His scales were especially sensitive to the specific brushes of nails over the edges that Logan could do so well.

“I can feel it you know,” Logan said. “Every time I scritch over one of your sweet spots your breath hitches.”

“Stop t-teasing,” Janus said. It was a mistake. Opening his mouth at all made it much harder to hold back the laughter brimming within him.

Logan’s evil fingers just continued, never speeding up or slowing down, tracing and scritching gently over his scales.

“Give in,” Logan purred. “You know you want to. You’ll enjoy yourself so much more. I’ll keep tickling you either way, you may as well laugh for me.”

A small squeak escaped from Janus, but he clamped his mouth shut tighter, determined to hold out as long as he could. But the tickles against his sides were becoming more and more intense, despite Logan continuing in exactly the same way. Every second that passed, Janus’s nerves lit up more. They reacted to Logan’s touches as if he had direct control over Janus’s body, filling him with tingling sensation.

His chest heaved with giggles that he wouldn’t release. He couldn’t see, and that made it even worse. All he could focus on was Logan’s teasing voice or his horrible, evil fingers. Janus squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle his sides into a position Logan could exploit less easily.

“Awwww, is it becoming unbearable?” Logan teased. “Poor little Janus can’t handle the tickles that’ll never stop.”

Janus whined, the giggles threatening to break free.

“You know I’m just going to keep tickling you. I won’t stop till I get my fill. And that’s going to be a long, long time. There’s really no point in resisting.”

Janus thrashed side to side, but he couldn’t get away. “Ssssssstop, it— it tihickles!”

The giggles began pouring from him, more and more, making up for all the time he’d held them in.

“There are all the sounds I love,” Logan teased. “Giggles and hisses from such a ticklish little snake. I told you I’d get them sooner or later.”

Janus couldn’t stop the giggles if he tried. The endless tickles against his sides were the sweetest torture, endlessly pulling the reactions from him.

“Evil, ehehevil,” he protested, squirming in vain. Logan’s hands just followed his sides wherever he went.

“Is that what you call it?” Logan murmured. “I wonder what you’d call this then?”

Logan wrapped his arms around Janus’s middle, each hand now tickling the opposite side of his torso, the arms holding him tightly against Logan where he couldn’t squirm away. Janus squealed, the stealing of his little resistance making the tickles worse.

He couldn’t handle the tickles anymore. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, they tickled too much! And all in one place, never leaving, never stopping, it was too much!

“Pleheheassssse!” Janus begged.

“Please, what, dear?” Logan said, still just as casually torturing him.

Janus could barely get words out, laughing his heart out. He flung his head back, the only part of him that could freely move.

“Sohomewhere elssssssse!” he pleaded desperately.

No matter where Logan touched on his sides, it tickled. He could probably still his hands, but if he left them touching Janus’s sensitive scales they’d still tickle. Janus couldn’t handle the tickles, he just couldn’t!

“Hmmmm,” Logan hummed, drawing it out for endless seconds. “No.”

Janus thrashed desperately, his limbs nearly jelly in addition to being trapped. It did him no good. He was caught in endless torment at the hands of the most evil Ler to ever exist.

“Mehehercy! Mehercy, Logan! PleheEEEEEE!” Janus screeched as Logan scritched at a particularly sensitive scale.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Logan asked coolly, as if he weren’t reducing Janus to a squirming mess in his lap.

“Yehehes, Pleheheasssssse! Plehehease!”

Tears of mirth were leaking out from under the tie over Janus’s eyes. He was very close to safewording if Logan wouldn’t relent.

And then Logan’s fingers stilled. His hands were still pressed against Janus’s sides threateningly, but he gave him a moment of rest.

“Convince me,” Logan said smugly. “Why shouldn’t I keep tickling you to pieces? Take advantage of having such a cute Lee entirely in my power.”

Janus was babbling immediately, trying to get the words past the giggles that wouldn’t stop, even without more tickling. “Logan please, please plehease, no mohore. Please, mercy, I can’t take any more. I can’t, I cahahan’t!”

Janus could hear the smirk in Logan’s voice. “I did say I wouldn’t stop till you were begging for mercy. I suppose I’ll hold myself to the implicit promise to give that mercy.”

Janus slumped in relief, giggles still pouring out. “Ehehevil ler…”

Logan’s fingers twitched, and Janus shrieked, arching his back as he tried in vain to escape.

Logan laughed loudly. “I couldn’t resist, dear. I truly will stop now.”

Janus’s hands were released, and he immediately shoved Logan’s hands out from his shirt. He pulled the tie off from his eyes.

“Terrible! Evil! Horrible!” He accused, turning to look at Logan.

Logan was entirely unrepentant, still laughing. “And yet you let me capture you so easily~”

Janus crossed his arms and huffed. But he couldn’t actually be mad. He shifted to a more comfortable position, melting against Logan.

“I’ll get you back,” he promised petulantly. “And you’ll have to beg me for mercy.”

“I’m sure you will,” Logan said indulgently, holding Janus gently.

[i-want-to-do-things]

Full fits for them :]

[mynameis-a]

is that motherfucking janus sanders

what the hell is he doing here

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

CHAPTER EIGHT: REUNION

Thomas Sanders has this to say on the topic of SEEING JANUS SANDERS AGAIN...

Chapter Warnings: one last round of identity crisis, and some fun body horror (it's romantic, though).

Welcome to what is (technically!) the final full chapter of this! It's been a long time coming, and I'm pleased to present to you 18k of conclusion to the main plot that also happens to contain one of my favorite jokes I've ever written in my life, see if you can spot it.

There is an epilogue (which will be long enough to be considered a chapter of its own, honestly) and hopefully that'll be out in a month or so! So I won't go making my triumphant victory lap just yet. But this feels good. It feels really, really good to get done.

Also OH MY GOD than you @lifewithoutrainydays SO SO much for holding my hand and helping me and prodding me and editing and yelling at me about semicolons. Guys. Len is a genius and a lifesaver. None of this fic, but ESPECIALLY this chapter would have happened without them. Holy goddamn shit. Oh my god.

Moon time, baby.

[catemons-blog]

Hearing the angelic music during one of Sterner speeches made me think of something

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[loganslowdown4]

After a few mimosas, c!Thomas confesses his internal conflict

Lee and Mary Lee take it as well as can be expected HDHSAH

[wholesome-lee-trash]

Which three sides from Sanders Sides would you choose to wreck with tickles, have an evenly two-sided tickle fight with, and tickle you into oblivion? And why?

I would wreck Logan. Listen, he just needs some tickles, okay?

I feel like Roman would be the best to have a tickle fight with. He would be so dramatic and let me win, if I so wanted.

I would choose Janus to wreck me. He can sense lies so, he'd know when I actually need him to stop, versus when I'm just saying "no!" If that makes sense.

[cryptocollectibles]

Fantastic Four 31 Issue Lot (1968-1996) Marvel Comics

Written and drawn by various.

[i-want-to-do-things]

They have values now :]

[lessthansafe]

How to Wreck Your Husband

Tickle kink, Bondage, Coming in pants, Loceit, Ler Logan, Lee Janus, Human AU

Logan's husband, Janus, loved to keep a smooth and controlled mask at all times. He had a need for control, for others to see him as important and knowledgeable and just as good as any other person, no matter what company he was in. 

Logan loved that he was the one to see the mask crack. 

He had it down to a science now, the steps required to get the mask to fall away for him. To see Janus at his softest and most adorable, vulnerable to Logan's eyes and fingers. 

Step one was to subtly increase physical affection. 

The affection the two most commonly shared was not physical touch, but acts of service, so Logan started there, making a pot of coffee. He was often the one the make the warm drink in the mornings, but what was less frequent was fixing Janus a cup. 

Janus liked a touch of cinnamon in his, the butter pecan creamer, and an additional spoonful of sugar. When he was home, at least. In public he tended towards black coffee, for speed of ordering and making, and to project a more 'masculine' image. 

Logan was just stirring the coffee to be certain the sugar was adequately dissolved when Janus entered the kitchen, buttoning the cuffs on his sleeves. He looked up to see Logan holding out the cup, and his face softened with gratitude and love. He accepted it with a soft smile. 

Logan took the excuse of straightening Janus's cuff for him to initiate physical affection, rubbing his fingers over the fabric to 'straighten' it, and squeezing his hand gently. 

Janus's expression softened further into something almost sappy, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Logan's lips. Logan stretched the kiss a bit longer than usual, cupping Janus's jaw with one hand, stroking his fingers over the soft, warm skin when he pulled back. 

Janus sighed, soft and content. He took his coffee to the table to sit. 

"One might think you were buttering me up for something," he said, taking a sip and looking at Logan over the rim of his cup. 

Always perceptive. Logan straightened his glasses. "If I were attempting to bribe you, I would state my purposes ahead of time. You are very willing to state the needed bribe in many situations, and then I would raise my chances of success." 

"I didn't say bribe," Janus returned pointedly. 

Logan walked to stand behind Janus, setting his hands on his shoulders, and when there was no resistance, he rubbed gently. Janus let out a long breath, his head dropping forward slightly. 

"And if I were attempting to 'butter you up'," Logan said, low and a little suggestive. "Would I be succeeding?" 

Janus let out a breathless laugh, something between triumphant and relaxed. "Perhaps." 

Logan lightened his touch, trailing his fingers over Janus's upper back. Janus didn't say anything, but a shiver ran through him, and Logan could see the goosebumps rising on his neck. 

Janus lifted his head, shrugging his shoulders. "Unless you distract me from getting ready for work." 

Logan let his hands fall away, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of Janus's head. That would have to be the extent of this step of his plan, at least for now.

_______

Step two was communicated mainly via eye contact. 

Logan had the advantage of working in the same business as his husband, which allowed him to send a number of glances his way. Some were innocent, some affectionate, some accompanied by the faintest twitch of his lips belying a smirk. 

Over the course of the day, Janus's reactions grew smaller and smaller, his face a steady mask of professional performance. Which meant he was becoming more and more affected by Logan's plan. Excellent. 

Logan was beginning to be more affected himself, his plans for the evening sending excited little thrills through his stomach. His fingers tingled with the desire to hold Janus, to coax all of the reactions out of him. 

He had to admit, despite his own commitment to professionalism, that his work was progressing more slowly than when he was at his best. His mind kept distractedly turning back to Janus, to the detailed mental folder of him Logan treasured. 

_______

Step three was to use his height to his advantage, and to gradually increase physical touch. 

It helped to have a distraction during this step, so Logan took them to the grocery store after work instead of directly home. He reached out for Janus's hand, brushing his fingers 'accidentally' against his side in the process. Janus sent him a sharp look that did nothing whatsoever to dissuade him. 

"Would you collect the steel cut oats?" Logan asked, 'distracted' from doing so himself by studying the nutrition facts on a box of breakfast bars. 

When he looked back, Janus had his arms crossed, the oats still clearly unobtained, on the shelf above his head. "You aren't being subtle," Janus said, his voice tight. 

Logan stepped in too close to him, looking down at him with a little grin as he reached up and grabbed the canister of oats. "I wouldn't want my hints to go unnoticed." 

Janus huffed, his lips pressed together, a faint color appearing high on his cheeks. He looked away from Logan's face, stubbornly ignoring him. 

Repeatedly as they walked through the store Logan would reach out for Janus. Janus was now brushing off his hands, but it made it easier for Logan to trail his fingers over his sides in brief little strokes that made Janus jump. 

By the time they checked out, Janus had graduated to slapping away Logan's hands any time they approached him, his face a mask of irritation to hide how flustered he was. But Logan was catching the little hidden grins disguised between all the scowls. 

"You have to know I'll get revenge for this," Janus said threateningly. 

Logan smiled. "I'd expect nothing less."

Perhaps he ought to be more concerned about what type of revenge his husband was plotting, but for the moment, Logan's mind was latched onto the little reactions he could coax out of Janus while still being subtle enough for public. And on the more he could do as soon as they reached home. 

Janus refused to carry any of the bags inside, leaving them all for Logan. Though when he entered to see Janus's jacket removed and shirt untucked, he didn't mind in the least. 

Janus caught his hungry gaze and that little spot of color in his cheeks grew subtly. "You'd better be able to deliver on all you've been teasing."

Logan desire to have his hands on him grew into a roaring fire, his fingertips almost tingling with want. He set the bags down in the kitchen, glad they hadn't purchased anything that needed refrigeration, as he found his patience for delays waning. 

Janus sent him a little nervous look, escaping to the bedroom. Putting himself so very willingly into Logan's trap. 

Logan had to take a brief moment to breathe, lest he physically tackle Janus when he entered the room. For all his restraint in normal life, it vanished when it came to Janus. Janus was the only one who could make him uniquely excited, or euphoric, or even angry. The only one to kindle this fire of desire so high it felt like it would consume him if not satiated. 

Even with his moment of self restraint, his eyes still widened in excitement as he opened the door to see Janus sitting on the bed, an array of straps laid out next to him. 

"Oh, you have a preference for tonight then?" Logan asked, wrapping Janus in his arms and squeezing firmly. 

Janus scoffed lightly. "After you went and got me all jumpy, I'm not going to be able to stay still enough for what we both want." 

Logan kissed the side of Janus's neck, the subtle flinch as his lips connected sending a thrill through him. He shifted his arms in a way that might have been subtle if Janus wasn't so very on guard against him. Janus grabbed his wrists, holding them tightly in preparation to yank them away if Logan tried anything. 

Logan shifted his goals from his hands to his mouth, nibbling lightly on Janus's neck. Janus squirmed in his arms, leaning his head away, his lips pressed tightly together. 

"Not gonna let me tickle you?" Logan murmured, nuzzling into the soft skin. 

Janus's grip on his wrists tightened, and his breathing picked up. "You're not even doing anything yet," he snapped. 

Logan pulled back, pressing a kiss to Janus's mouth instead. "Why don't you lay back for me, then?" 

"Why don't you make me?" Janus snarked back.

Logan flexed his fingers against Janus's sides, making him let out a little squeak and arch his back violently. From there, it was barely a push to lay him on his back. Janus shoved Logan's hands away, panting. 

Logan smirked down at his lovely husband, reveling in the blooming color across his face. "You're gorgeous."

Janus covered his face with his hands. "Not now!" 

"Always now," Logan said earnestly. "When you're flustered and just about to be so, so happy."

Janus made a brief, grumpy noise behind his hands. 

Logan took some of the cuffs that Janus had laid out on the bed, and wrapped them snugly around his ankles, connecting them to the legs of the bed, spread wide. 

"Are you going to cooperate for the hand cuffs, or will I have to overpower you?"

A flustered release of a breath came from Janus, but he held out one of his hands to Logan, letting Logan put the cuff on and make it snug. Soon Logan had Janus spread eagle on the bed, his muscles tensing as he tested the give in the restraints. Logan had left him a little, just enough for him to be able to squirm a bit in the beginning. There was always time for more restraints later. 

Logan got up onto the bed, kneeling over Janus and sitting on his hips, pinning them down. Janus's lips were tight shut, his face set with determination even as it was prettily flushed. 

Logan slowly began to unbutton Janus's shirt, working from the bottom up, letting his fingers brush against him just slightly as he worked each button. "Such a precious man, about to be so delightful for me." 

There was a choked sound from deep in Janus's throat, and he tried to suck in his stomach, as if that would change anything. Logan grinned, tracing just one finger over the exposed part of his stomach, feeling the give of the soft flesh and the movement of the muscles underneath. 

Janus was clearly trying to focus on breathing slow and steady, on not making any reactions yet. Adorable, and so very useless once Logan got impatient enough. Still, for the moment, he was starting slow, just unbuttoning his shirt and occasionally straying for gentle traces. 

Even the little reactions were precious to Logan. The subtle shifting of weight, the twitch of muscles, the spread of goosebumps, the tighter expression as he tried harder and harder to keep a straight face. 

Logan released the last button, opening the shirt and laying it on the bed, exposing Janus's torso and armpits. He trailed his fingers lightly over his skin, from his shoulders down to his waist, and all Janus's core muscles tightened.

"You know you won't succeed in this little pretense of strength," Logan said, somewhat thoughtfully, tracing his fingers around in little loops. "I've proven time and time again that I will win this little battle of wills." 

Janus shut his eyes tight, his face scrunching up with effort. 

"And you've proven you like it better when I win," Logan purred, laying his hands over Janus's sides. 

There was a hitch in his breath at the familiar positioning, but Janus didn't release his tension. Well then, Logan would just have to make him release it~

He crooked his fingers, scribbling lightly on Janus's sides. 

Janus squeaked, jerking and twisting, trying to get his sides away from Logan's wriggling fingers. "No! No! Ah!" 

Logan chuckled, utterly pleased at this reaction, and just kept scribbling, trying not to inadvertently pinch when Janus pinned his fingers under his side momentarily. His skin was soft under Logan's fingers, warm and so very sensitive, responding to every tweak and wiggle of his fingers. 

Janus pulled hard at the straps pulling his arms and legs out, trying to wiggle his torso and twist his arms in some way to protect his sensitive sides, but Logan had tied him up too firmly for him to be able to reach. He wasn't laughing yet, strangled squeaks and huffs escaping him as he tried to hold them in. 

Logan relented for a moment, rubbing his palms over Janus's sides. Janus went limp against the bed, panting hard. He needed breaks, and to be coaxed and teased over the edge of his resistance. While Logan could tickle him over that barrier, it was more fun for them both if he was more gentle until Janus was ready to give in. 

"Just a little taste of what I have planned for you tonight, and already you're struggling," Logan teased. 

"I'm- hh- not!" Janus tried to scoff, but his adorable wobbly smile betrayed him. 

Logan flipped his hands over, dragging the back of his knuckles gently over Janus's sensitive sides. Janus scrunched his face up, shaking his head back and forth as though he could shake away the sensations. 

"A ticklish little Janus~" Logan teased. "So helpless under my fingers. Trying so hard and yet sure to fail." 

Janus made a long sound of protest that almost certainly wasn't intended to sound like a whine. 

Logan shifted his position just a little so he could tug down Janus's pants an inch or two, exposing that sensitive little strip of skin. 

Janus choked back a gasp, trying to wriggle away, or squirm his hips so his clothes would protect him once more, but it was all in vain. Logan had him exactly where he wanted him. Logan gently trailed his fingertips over the soft little line, listening for that faint high whine Janus would get when he was just on the edge of breaking. Once he heard that, he shifted from trailing to scribbling with his short nails. 

Janus let out a short squeal, breaking into precious giggles and wriggling as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed him. 

"Oh there he is," Logan said fondly. "I wondered where my little lee was hiding under all of that bluster." 

Janus tried to protest, but under all his giggles and snickering he couldn't get the words out in anything comprehensible. 

Logan soon shifted to more delicate trailing fingers around Janus's torso. A break from the giggles, but still keeping all the nerves alight with anticipation. "Is this what you wanted, dear?" 

Janus tried to scoff. "What I wanted? As if you haven't been the one teasing and undressing me with your eyes all day!" 

Logan shrugged, as if it was of no consequence whatsoever who had started the teasing. "This is what you wanted now, though, isn't it?"

Janus's lips pursed, and then broke into a snort as Logan pressed his fingers at his top rib, wiggling them firmly. "Fihine, yes!"

Logan grinned triumphantly. "So easy to break today, aren't you?"

Janus's face pinked, and he looked away from Logan petulantly. 

Logan traced his fingers up higher, into the hollows of Janus's armpits, just setting them there to enjoy the hitch of breath and tensing of all Janus's muscles. 

"Don't you want the tickles here?" Logan teased. "You're terribly stiff for a man about to enjoy himself." 

"You're a terrible tease!" Janus spat back, tugging at the cuffs around his wrists as if he could escape them without Logan's help. 

Logan clicked his tongue. "Such a way to talk to someone with your sanity between their fingers." 

Janus squinted his eyes closed, breaths coming out in huffs that were almost laughs even without Logan moving his fingers. 

"Perhaps I ought to make you apologize to me," Logan mused aloud, his fingers twitching minutely. 

"You go on such-- fucking power trips--" Janus bit out, his voice strained with his effort to keep the laughter controlled. 

Logan clicked his tongue again. "Now you're just asking for it." He dug in with his fingers, scribbling rapidly and making Janus shriek with laughter. 

His delightful husband, falling to pieces under his hands. His face split with a wide smile and uncontrollable laughter. Oh, Logan loved him. Loved tickling him until he couldn't stop laughing. Loved touching him and coaxing all the most precious reactions from his body, no matter how he tried to hide them. 

This was a delightful spot too, drawing out not only the frantic full laughs, but also squeals and shrieks when Logan crooked his fingers just right. The only drawback was how quickly he needed to stop and give Janus a break. At least, if he was being kind about it. 

Janus went limp when Logan removed his fingers, giggles still falling from his lips and tears of mirth budding in the corners of his eyes. His expression had softened to something utterly fond, with a spark of excitement and anticipation for what Logan would do next. 

"Ready to apologize now?" Logan asked, affecting a stern air. 

"Fohor what?" Janus challenged, his grin growing as he knew he was digging his own grave deeper. 

"I suppose you need another lesson," Logan said, still keeping the stern affect as he dug his fingers into Janus's stomach. 

Janus threw his head back, laughing and snorting, face full of utter joy. Logan couldn't resist laughing along with him, enjoyment both of his part in this and vicariously through Janus flowing through him. He danced his fingers around Janus's torso, tazing them between his ribs and digging deep into his belly and tracing circles threateningly around his armpits. 

From beneath Logan, a familiar presence was pressing up into his butt. His feeling of power grew and he rocked his hips down, grinding over Janus's erection. 

Janus's laughter choked with a moan, his body confused on how to get both out through a single throat. It was fun to watch him melt, fighting less and less against the restraints as his ticklishness blended with pleasure. 

Logan stopped abruptly this time, rising up on his knees so Janus couldn't grind his hips up into him. 

Janus's laughter faded into whining, and he looked up at Logan with betrayal in his gaze. "Logan, please, don't be mean." 

Logan laid a hand on Janus's chest, relishing the ragged intake of breath. "You haven't apologized yet," he teased. 

Janus pouted at him. "For what, the truth?" 

Logan looked towards the door. "I suppose I could always leave you here..."

"Nooo," Janus whined. "Fine, I'm sorry, just tickle me already!" 

Logan smirked, leaning down to capture his pouting lips in a kiss. His adorable little husband, pleading to be tickled to pieces. Though Janus was also correct, Logan did go on power trips about it~

He brought his fingers to Janus's hips while their lips were still locked together, making Janus laugh into his mouth, wiggling back and forth as Logan tickled one side and then the other. 

He settled back on Janus's waist, rocking his hips to give them both a bit of friction. Janus's squirming was honestly more than enough, but Logan would do what he wanted as well. He switched his hands back, squeezing at Janus's thighs sporadically. A chorus of squeaks and yelps poured from Janus between laughter, and his legs shook as he tried to kick himself free. 

"Mehercy, Loga-Ah!" Janus squealed, shaking his head back and forth wildly. 

Logan leaned back a bit farther so he could scribble his fingers in the vulnerable backs of Janus's knees. "Mercy? From the same man who just begged me to tickle him?" 

Janus's laughs became high pitched and desperate, his legs kicking rapidly the few centimeters they were able to move. 

Logan did eventually have mercy, releasing Janus's legs and returning to gentle tracing on his bare torso. Despite the gentleness, Janus was so worked up he couldn't cease giggling. 

Logan felt as though if he were to be represented in an unrealistic way, he would be depicted with hearts or stars in his eyes as he looked down at his husband. 

"Precious," he whispered. "Mine." 

He set his hands on Janus's bare stomach, slowly and deliberately scrunching the softness, a burst of laughter drawn from Janus each time his fingers contracted. 

Janus tossed his head back and forth, otherwise melting under Logan, dissolving his remaining resistance and decorum in giggles. Logan enjoyed squishing the soft skin a while longer, before shifting position, laying over Janus's front, his head tucked against his shoulder. Janus tried to press his head down to his shoulder, to protect his sensitive neck and ear, but he could only knock his head into Logan's. He babbled something about mercy, interspersed with a repeating of Logan's name and breathless attempts to plead, but his lovely sounds only encouraged Logan further. 

He laid his hands against Janus's armpits, getting a high-pitched squeak, even without moving them in the least. He nuzzled his nose against the side of Janus's throat, and soft, helpless giggles spilled out. A little nibble against the tender skin got a squeak and laughter, which grew to loud, desperate belly laughs when he wiggled his fingers at the same time. 

Janus was caught in the sensations, overcome with them, his attempts at words gone as the laughter stole his breath. Logan rocked his hips, pressing his own covered erection against Janus's, grinding them together. He groaned softly against Janus's throat, nuzzling and nibbling at the lobe of his ear. 

Janus's laughter suddenly cut off in a silent cry, his body arching and seizing under Logan as he came. Logan felt a rush of arousal, and a powerful desire to tickle even more. But his husband would need oxygen. He forced his fingers to stop, grinding his hips more firmly to work Janus through his orgasm. He latched his lips to Janus's shoulder in a bruising kiss, trying to remember through his lust to not leave a mark where it couldn't be covered. 

Janus's breath was ragged, torn three ways between recovering air, breathless giggles, and moans of pleasure. 

Oh, Logan was so close. 

He dropped his hands to Janus's hips, digging in his fingertips and moving them just right. A startled squeal burst from Janus, and Logan tipped over the edge, euphoria flooding his every nerve. 

"Enough, enough," Janus pleaded breathlessly. 

"Enough," Logan agreed, laying limp on top of him, having to catch his own breath. 

After a few minutes he rolled off of Janus, loosing his wrists and ankles and checking to be sure the restraints hadn't chafed. 

"Making us come in our pants like teenagers," Janus chuckled, still breathless and a little hoarse. 

Logan pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "We deserve moments of excitement even at our age." 

Janus smiled sappily, and then a glint of mischief sparked in his eyes. "It was your decision to do it this way, so it's your laundry."

A little laugh startled from Logan's throat. "You just want to not have to do anything." 

"You think I can get up and do things after you murdered me like that? I also demand something cold to drink." 

"Oh, you demand?" Logan teased, leaning in to kiss just below Janus's ear. Janus squeaked and pinned his ear to his shoulder, making the kiss land on the side of his head. 

"I do, and I deserve it!" Janus said, his voice high as he wriggled away from Logan. 

Logan wasn't truly intending to torment Janus anymore, and just smiled indulgently. "Juice or tea?" 

"Tea," Janus said, looking down at his pants with a bit of distaste. "I'm going to get in the shower. Put a lid on it so I don't have to wait till after." 

"Of course," Logan said sweetly. His own pants situation was beginning to get uncomfortable. "I think I'll join you." 

"You have to put our clothes into the wash before we go to bed," Janus said firmly, shedding his pants as he walked to the bathroom. 

Maybe he'd get himself a beverage with sugars as well. Just to keep up energy while they cleaned up. 

"I love you," Janus said, peeking around the doorframe. 

"I love you," Logan said, earnest and overwhelmingly fond. 

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It's Black History Month

(Over here in the US of A) So here are some podcasts to check out.

Absolutely no Adventures - a fantasy (un)adventure story that follows Sig, the owner of Signature Eats bakery, as he aggressively avoids becoming embroiled in any daring quests or chosen one shenanigans even though the universe really seems to want him to do just that. This is a story about cutting Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey off at the knees to chill with friends and staying far, far away from the slightest whiff of adventure. And also baking. This is also a story about baking.

Afflicted - Lovecraft Country meets True Blood in this new series from award-winning producers Tonia Ransom and Jen Zink. In season one, a small East Texas town suffers supernatural disasters caused by a demonic book bound in human flesh…and only hoodoo can save the town from its affliction.

Apollyon - In the early 22nd century, the Apollyon virus wiped out 75% of the world’s population, and now most of the world is governed by the International Conglomerate of Research Scientists. Dr. Theo Ramsey is an ICRS research scientist who may have just discovered an effective vaccine for Apollyon, but the stakes to get the vaccine to the public are higher than she ever imagined.

Between Heartbeats - Tan immersive Urban Fantasy about the hurt, the powerful, and their growth within a broken world. We follow Sundiata, a guilt-ridden time manipulator with a knack for unemployment, and Nadia, a moralistic telepath determined not to lose control, as they balance frayed mental health against an unsympathetic police state. But when a malevolent presence rears is head, their neuroses become the least of their problems. Can our heroes make the most of their abilities before the option is taken from them?

Fan Wars: The Empire Claps Back - Two passionate Star Wars fans on opposite sides of the Last Jedi debate argue via Skype after their favorite forum closes down. If you love Star Wars (or call yourself a proud member of any fandom), you’ll love this romantic comedy told via

Harlem Queen - a Black historical fiction audio drama based on the life and times of Black, woman, "gangster" Madame Stephanie St. Clair during the Harlem Renaissance.

His Royal Fakin' Highness - What if Ophelia helped Hamlet get his throne back? This modern day, romantic comedy re-imagining of Shakespeare's Hamlet asks just that. As they stage an engagement in the wake of the king's death, these childhood frenemies must decide between duty and love.

InCo (This one's mine :D) - A Sci-Fi story about a disgruntled information seller, a mysterious space boy, and an android doing her best.

Janus Descending - a limited series, science fiction/horror audio drama podcast, follows the arrival of two xenoarcheologists on a small world orbiting a binary star. But what starts off as an expedition to survey the planet and the remains of a lost alien civilization, turns into a monstrous game of cat and mouse, as the two scientists are left to face the creatures that killed the planet in the first place.

Lady Lucy - Lady Lucy is an audio drama inspired by Shakespeare's "Dark Lady" Sonnets, 127-154. Between running her brothel, fighting the Church, murdering her friends' abusive husbands, and pretending to be a poet, the last thing Lucy needed back in 1586 was a surprise visit from her former flame... Will Shakespeare.

Liars and Leeches - Tonya Wright felt it all after the tragic murders of her sister and brother-in-law in a random act of gun violence. Struggling to travel outside of her home, she now lives constantly on edge about perceived threats that seem to surround her.

Nightlight - Multi-award winning horror podcast featuring creepy stories with full audio production written by Black writers and performed by Black actors. So scary it’ll make you want to leave your night light on.

Null /Void - a science fiction audio drama about a young woman, Piper Lee, whose life is saved by a mysterious voice named Adelaide. Piper soon uncovers a malicious plot by a monopoly of a tech company and must work with her friends and an unusual ally to help foil their deadly plot.

Out of Ashes - (currently remastering season 1) Follow a group of survivors as they navigate the ruins of modern civilization and battle against demons, ghosts, monsters and the looming threat of extinction from an ancient power.

Small Victories - A recently recovered drug addict tries to start her new lease on life, too bad life has it out for her.  This dramatic comedy follows Marisol through the ups and downs of her life.

The Courtship of Mona Mae - In the 1870s, pioneers Mona Mae Christophe and Zekial Montgomery search the American West for Mona Mae's mother, Clara. Mona must recall a past, long forgotten in order to survive, so that she can find her mother, love and create a way of life for herself.

Vega a Sci-Fi Adventure Podcast - In a fantasy futuristic world, Vega Rex is employed by her government to kill off the world's worst criminals. She's never met a criminal she couldn't catch…until now. Join Vega as she journeys through a world of bumbling apprentices, powerful technogods, and her biggest challenge yet. Hosted by Ivuoma Hall.

Witchever Path - is an anthology series where your decisions effect the story. Our stories are based in America’s NorthEast, featuring characters finding themselves in the thick of the unknown while tackling issues like queer identity, gender, race, and spirituality. Stories often focus on the communities not typically seen in stories taking place in New England, and giving voice to the perspectives of those communities while uniting under some universal themes. And the supernatural happens. A lot.

(All descriptions were taken from websites)

If you want to find more and there are way more there's a directory :D