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Anxceit (Virgil x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Sixteen: Memory Warnings: hypnosis, sex, bruising

Filled with a strange sense of want, Janus finds himself sprawled across his bed significantly more lethargic than usual.

Typically, he has no problem playing the role of the big, dominant top. He tells his subs what to do, and he demands complete submission and obedience! He finds the role they play important, but still humiliating, and would never imagine himself on his knees doing any and every little thing that's commanded of him. Well, he'd never imagine such things... until now.

He doesn't know what's gotten him into such a mood. He wasn't doing anything sexual, nor was he thinking of anything in particular. It was just a brief 'hm, I'd like to try subbing' that spiraled into a mixture of half-baked fantasies and rather burning need.

It's not like he hasn't bottomed before; he just finds doing such a tad impractical. He's got two cocks, compared to the standard singular one. It'd be a waste of a shaft to not shove it somewhere! But he has ridden his subs, and he's enjoyed that... maybe he'd enjoy doing less of the planning, demanding, and dominating too?

His head suddenly shoots up as he hears heavy footsteps outside his door.

They clearly keep moving without intending to stop, but Janus quickly slides out of bed and slinks over to his doorframe, peeking his head out into the hallway.

There, he sees Virgil a few steps ahead of him, headphones in. One of Virgil's hands is stuffed into his pockets, and the other scrolls mindlessly on his phone. Immediately, Janus sees an opportunity laid out before him, and rushes to seize it.

"Virgil!" he calls down the hall, before Virgil has the chance to slip into his bedroom. "Are you perchance busy at the moment?"

Virgil glances over his shoulder, and pulls an earbud out in order to hear Janus. He shrugs. "Not really," he replies, "what's up?"

Janus steps fully out into the hallway. He clasps his hands together in front of him, and rocks ever so slightly back and forth on his heels. Virgil raises an eyebrow, clearly able to tell something's up, but not knowing what specifically is afflicting Janus. "I was hoping you'd be willing to... help me try something new."

Pursing his lips, Virgil looks hesitant. "I don't love 'new' things."

"Well... new for me. You won't have to worry about a thing, honestly."

Virgil turns fully, facing Janus with a countenance filled with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. Though, he looks equally as interested as he does questioning.

"That's a vague explanation," Virgil mutters. "If I don't know what I'll be doing to help you, then I don't know whether or not I want to."

"You'll want to," Janus sweetly assures him. "Without spoiling too much, I can tell you that it'll be fun, sexual, and there may or may not be spirals involved." Janus takes a few steps towards Virgil, who's face slowly goes red as he processes Janus's implications. "Does that make you more inclined to help?"

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, Virgil mumbles "I guess," but actively lets Janus take his hand and pull him towards his room.

He's guided to Janus's bed in a matter of minutes, with the door being closed behind them and Janus joining him on the mattress. He crawls over Virgil, but in an unfamiliar way this time. Typically, Janus slots himself between his partner's legs, but right now he was straddling Virgil's lap completely.

"If you wanted to hypnotize me, you could have just said so," Virgil says, face red as Janus cups his jaw in his hands, holding Virgil's head still. "It's not like you've had a problem admitting such before."

"I like being mysterious," Janus quietly murmurs in response.

Virgil scoffs. "You're hardly mysterious. You're annoying, is what you are."

Janus laughs softly, but rubs his thumbs sweetly over Virgil's cheeks, petting his face until Virgil's embarrassment has melted away into simple and gentle relaxation. With Virgil lax beneath his body, breathing rhythmically under him, Janus finally blinks and activates the spirals in his eyes, which has Virgil melting even further into the bed.

"There we go," Janus sighs, stroking Virgil's face and body as Virgil's eyelids droop. "So excited to be under my control, aren't you? So eager? I know you were a bit hesitant until you discovered it'd result in nice, soothing pleasure..."

Virgil let's out a shaky moan of sheer relaxation.

"This is going to be a bit different to what we normally do though... okay? Are you willing to try something new with me?"

Though his face scrunches up in brief, honest distaste, Virgil eventually settles back into a neutral, blissful expression. "Mhm... I guess..."

"Good boy." Janus brings one of Virgil's hands to his lips, and kisses his knuckles, though his eyes stay fixated on Virgil's own, keeping him entranced. "Now... do you remember last week, when I had you in my bed, bent over the mattress?"

Virgil's cheeks go pink, but he still lets out a lazy "mhm..."

"Can you picture how you looked? Naked? Flustered?"

"Yeah..."

Janus's breath hitches, embarrassment creeping inside of him. It's an unfamiliar feeling - he isn't used to being this vulnerable. This trusting. Though, the fact Virgil's beneath him does ease his humiliation a touch. Out of all of the sides, Virgil is the one Janus would trust the most in a situation like this.

He swallows the spit in his mouth. "Can you also feel that memory getting fuzzier and fuzzier? The harder you try to remember it, the less detail you're sure of. Were you really bent over the mattress, or were you laying atop it instead? Was I really behind you, or were you on top of me?"

Virgil's brows furrow in sudden confusion, as if he's struggling to remember.

"You don't have to burden yourself with those finer details though, my love. Not when I'm here to tell you exactly what happened." Janus swipes his thumb over Virgil's bottom lip. "See, you weren't actually bent over the bed. You were on the bed. Can you picture that for me, Virgil?"

"Yes..."

"Good boy. And I wasn't behind you. I was beneath you. Can you picture my body pinned beneath yours?"

Virgil goes momentarily quiet as his brain pieces together this completely imagined picture of Janus beneath him. Once he can see it clearly in his mind, he moans softly. "Yes."

"You were acting rough, too. You were mocking, and teasing, and rough. And you loved forcing me to be vocal, and to tell you how good you were doing. You do love praise, don't you?"

Easy question, that immediately has Virgil whining out a much more embarrassed "yeah..."

"All of our sexual encounters have been like that, you know. You can't remember a single one that didn't involve you topping me, dominating my movements and my pleasure with skillful confidence and enticing experience. You've topped the others, I'm sure, and you've topped me too. Do you believe that?"

More silence, as Virgil's eyes flutter briefly shut, and then open again. "Yes. I believe it."

"And... and do you remember topping me? And how much you loved it?"

"Yes."

Janus let's out a shaky breath of his own, and has to stop for a moment to regain his composure. "Okay. That's good. It's good that you remember. And you want to do that again. You crave dominating me. Don't you?"

Virgil groans. "Yes."

"Of course you do. You love being in control, and you love topping, and you love dominating me. Can you repeat that for me?"

"I- I love being in control, 'nd I love topping, 'nd I love domming you..."

Janus pets Virgil's face. "Say it again."

"I love being in control, and I love topping, and I love dominating you."

Janus's hips roll ever so slightly against Virgil's own, causing Virgil to whine softly as Janus's teeth sink into his bottom lip. He's hot with embarrassment, and yet buzzing with anticipation.

"You'll still obey, don't get me wrong, but for the sake of... realism, I'm giving you more freedom than normal. If you want to do something, you will, okay? No questions asked. And if I say stop, you will, like you always have. Does that sounds good?"

"Sounds... good..." Virgil slurs.

Janus traces his finger along the side of Virgil's face, admiring his pale, flushed face for a few seconds, before he's poking Virgil on the nose, and giving him his final instructions. "When I blink away my spirals," he starts, speaking slow, "and let you out of this wonderful, relaxing, blissful trance that I've been talking you through, you're going to feel so horny, and so needy, and you're going to want me." Janus sucks in a deep breath. "Okay?"

"Okay."

Janus's tongue swipes over his lips, as he forces his hips to still, not wanting to embarrass himself once Virgil comes to, even if Virgil's personality and memories have been tweaked a bit (and even though Janus can guarantee he'll hide this night deep within Virgil's mind, unlikely to be remembered ever), and then quietly counts down from three. Once he reaches one, he blinks, and sits back on his calves, still resting on Virgil's lower half as he leans back, giving Virgil the space needed to mentally wake up from his prior induction.

Virgil shifts first and foremost as his eyes press shut, only to slowly open and blink a few times, as if he's slowly becoming aware of his surroundings once more. He glances around the room, and then towards Janus, who's hips he's quickly grabbing and squeezing despite his still temporarily lethargic demeanor.

"Hey," Virgil yawns, as his fingers press into Janus's waist rather firmly, holding Janus tight and possessively. His grip is solid, even though he's still sunk deep into the mattress. "You're all propped up on my lap."

Janus snorts. "Impressive observation, Virgil."

"Give me a sec; I'm just waking up," Virgil immediately complains, as he groans, before stretching and sitting upwards. As he does, his knees slide up, trapping Janus between Virgil's thighs and his chest. His lips are quirked up into a knowing smirk - a look all too confident compared to Virgil's typical personality. "It's not everyday I get a pretty guy on my lap, needily grinding away while I'm half-asleep."

Spluttering, Janus insists "I was not 'needily grinding away.'"

"Mhm." Lazily, Virgil rolls his hips upwards, rubbing his half-hard bulge against Janus's visible tent, making Janus gasp and grab his shoulders. "Whatever you say."

As his fingers curl into the fabric of Virgil's shirt, Janus finds himself filled with a weird amount of embarrassment. Typically, he's much more open about when his playthings arouse him, but now he was the plaything, and his arousal was going to be toyed with.

Virgil just rubs his hands over Janus's sides for a moment, leaving Janus in brief awkward silence, however it only takes another minute or so for Virgil to shake off his post-trance daze and blurt "fuck, Janus." He cuts himself off abruptly with a chuckle, shaking his head in a playful manner. "All your squirming got me worked up."

"You were worked up before I started squirming," Janus argues. "I noticed you all hard and needy, and figured I'd be ever so helpful and give you a hand."

Virgil grins in such a way that his sharp canines are noticeable and gleaming. "I'd much prefer you give me a hole instead," he murmurs, intimately brushing his lips across Janus, but not quite giving him the satisfaction of a kiss. "It's not like you've ever resisted being my whore in the past."

Unable to help his excitement at Virgil's words, Janus cautiously asks "oh yeah? Is that what you believe? When have I ever willingly whored my self out to your animalistic desires?"

"Don't tell me last week somehow slipped your mind," Virgil immediately scoffs, fingers dragging upwards and beneath Janus's shirt. "We were in your bed, just like right now actually. And we were positioned kind of like..." Virgil suddenly flips their position with little hesitation, pinning Janus to the mattress beneath him, "this." Janus's legs are forcibly spread and wrap around Virgil's waist, as Virgil's forearms land on either side of Janus's face, with their own noses pressing together.

Virgil grins. "Seem familiar?"

No. No it doesn't. But with the fabricated memories Janus had implanted in Virgil's mind, Virgil's none the wiser towards how their previous encounter really went! He thinks that this is the norm, and who is Janus to spoil this fantasy?

"Somewhat... but I think I need a bit more to help jog my memory."

"Greedy, aren't you?" Virgil mocks, but his hands are sliding up Janus's body and pulling his shirt up swiftly, bringing his lips down to Janus's collarbone before the latter can even process what's happened. He kisses the area lightly, and then bites at Janus's skin just hard enough for Janus to gasp. He leaves no mark, and sucks no hickey; his action was solely to elicit a reaction.

"Tease," Janus juts, which has Virgil chuckling as he switches sides, kissing over Janus's scales instead.

His warm breath makes Janus shiver as his mouth caresses Janus's scales, licking briefly over different patches of sparkling snakeskin. Janus's hands grip tightly to his shoulders, but it's only a matter of time before Virgil's smoothly grabbing both his wrists in one handful and pinning them above Janus's head.

Smiling cockily, Virgil asks "what about now? Anything coming back to you yet?"

Humming as though he's thinking about it, Janus shakes his head. "Not a thing," he insists, which is technically the truth, though Virgil clearly believes he's just playing coy.

"Where do you keep the lube?"

Janus's eyes momentarily go wide. "The lube?" he repeats.

Virgil snickers at him, and then digs around Janus's bed. His free hand slide beneath Janus's pillows, across his bedsheets, and then eventually reaches over to the nightstand where he finds a small bottle. He grabs it, and wiggles it in front of Janus's face. Janus flushes at how casually Virgil then proceeds to tug down Janus's own pants and toss them aside, and then dump lube onto his fingers.

The cold air quickly gives Janus goosebumps as he watches Virgil smear lubricant between his thumb and his pointer. "Aren't you going to strip?" Janus asks, but he's merely met with a playful laugh in response.

"Why would I need to do that?" Virgil asks, as his slick hand slides down to Janus's hole. "It's not like you can touch my body in your current position, anyway." Virgil squeezes Janus's wrists to remind him of his restrained position.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus finds that he can't think of a single reason that doesn't make him sound utterly pathetic.

He's been put in the position he's put his partners in plenty of times. Completely nude. Completely vulnerable. While he - and now Virgil - remain completely clothed, and completely in control. Its a visual representation of the unspoken power imbalance between them. One only partially known by Janus, but fully harnessed by Virgil, who's played both parts. Just not with Janus. With everyone but Janus.

"All that really needs to be free is my cock," Virgil continues, as his finger circles Janus's hole, teasing him by leaving him straining with anticipation. "Isn't that right?"

Janus's head instinctively falls to the side, hiding half his face in the bedsheets. But Virgil isn't satisfied with his silence, and so squeezes Janus's wrists, leaning over him with an aura of power that Virgil never exudes.

"Isn't that right?" Virgil repeats, his breath hot against Janus's face. Janus feels his body warm at Virgil's assertiveness.

"Yeah," Janus gulps, voice breathy and excited. "That's right. It was foolish of me to imply anything else."

Grinning wide, Virgil finally pushes his fingers into Janus, stating "damn right."

Virgil's fingers inside of him feel incredibly unfamiliar, with Janus squirming as Virgil's pointer and middle curl and thrust into him. Though his movements are slow, they're practiced, and Janus can only imagine Virgil fingering the others open intimately, or even Janus himself doing such to Virgil when the roles are reversed. He knows it's necessary, but he finds his eyes focusing more on Virgil's crotch than his moving hand.

Virgil takes notice immediately, of course. "You're not subtle," he teases, as he slowly slides a third finger into Janus. "And while your staring is flattering, it's also awfully perverse. It seems like you've decided to act like even more of a whore than usual. Must be my lucky day."

Spreading his fingers apart, Virgil is cautious in stretching Janus open, but rough with his words; it's a contrast that leaves Janus reeling.

"You're attractive," Janus mumbles, in an attempt to save face. "How am I supposed to keep my eyes away from such an appealing sight?"

Virgil's fingers jab rather roughly into him, causing his body to jolt. A moan is immediately ripped from his throat, and Janus wishes he could press his hands over his mouth in order to keep further embarrassing noises from spilling out. Virgil merely grins at him. "Flattery won't make you any less of a slut," he says, as he adds his fourth and final finger, stretching Janus with more ease as he scissors his fingers open and shut, and continues moving them in and out of Janus.

Between his legs, Janus's cocks twitch and throb with sheer arousal.

Though Virgil visibly enjoys stretching Janus, pleasing and taunting him with each movement of his fingers, he eventually focuses less of his efforts on prepping Janus, and more on pleasuring him. As one of his hands leaves bruises around Janus's wrists, the other searches and thrusts knowingly into Janus, eventually hitting exactly what Virgil wants it to.

Janus's body trembles immediately upon Virgil's fingers stimulating his prostate. He feels embarrassed and inexperienced as his back arches off the bed, and that only serves to make him feel hot. A loud cry fills the room followed by an undignified curse, as Janus's eyes flicker between the ceiling and Virgil's smug face.

"Feel good?" Virgil asks, as he rubs against Janus's prostate, getting the most mileage out of just his fingers.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus let's out a meager "mhm," not trusting his voice at the moment. He feels humiliated, naked, vulnerable, and good. And Virgil knows he feels good.

Which is why he knows it's intentional that Virgil pulls his fingers out near immediately.

"Wouldn't want to spoil our fun too soon, hm?" Virgil teases, as he finally releases Janus's wrists in order to grab the previously discarded bottle of lube a final time. He fills the palm of his hand with a hefty pile, and then tosses the container off the bed fully. With his free hand, he undoes the top button of his skinny jeans, and slowly pulls down the zipper. His lavender-coloured boxers do little to hide his hard cock, and Virgil barely pulls down the waistband of his underwear before his shaft comes springing out.

Then, he begins lubing his cock up, stroking it in clear view of Janus just to torture him. And Janus's hands twitch and then twist into the mattress, his wrists sore from Virgil's grip

Once his cock is fully slicked, Virgil's quick to lift Janus's hips by his thighs, his grip surprisingly strong on Janus's legs. His fingers sink simultaneously into both Janus's flesh and his scales, making Janus whine softly at the firm, pleasurable pain.

Virgil leans over him again, intentionally folding Janus's legs back. Unable to suppress a groan at the ache, Janus at least appreciates the opportunity to learn that he's more flexible than he thought he was, even if there's a bit of pressure in his joints.

"Don't look so stiff," Virgil then scoffs. "It's not like I haven't twisted you into more strenuous positions. I thought you liked being bent and tied."

Janus's voice shakes, as he responds "I do," even though he truly didn't know he did until just now. But to hear Virgil's fantasies of forcing him into a variety of positions and tying him up spill out in a few simple sentences detailing faux past experiences has him red in the face. Maybe he'll let Virgil tie him up someday. Until then though, Janus is left reeling as his knees press into his sides, while Virgil presses the tip of his cock against his awaiting hole.

"Ready, Janus?" Virgil asks, and Janus can only nod in response, with Virgil's low, confident voice making his body jolt slight all on it's own.

And Virgil needs no further encouragement to proceed, as he uses the leverage of his hands on Janus's thighs to pull Janus's hips back right as his own snap forward, roughly joining their bodies together with just one hard thrust.

It's a foreign feeling, and an intense one at that, that has Janus choking on air and moaning out immediately. As his chest arches upwards, his fingers press down, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure at the stretch of his hole and the feeling of being filled by Virgil's cock.

"Just like that," Virgil praises, though it sounds more mocking than anything. He rolls his hips against Janus's, reminding him of just how closely they're pressed together.

Then, in a brief show of Virgil's more reserved, intimate side, one of Virgil's hands slides away from Janus's leg and grabs Janus's hand instead, interlocking their fingers as he holds Janus's hand above his head. In doing so, he ends up leaning over Janus, and they're pressed chest-to-chest, bodies rubbing against each other. It's a surprisingly enjoyable bit of pressure and intimacy; Janus knows Virgil enjoys closeness, but for him to act on it and forcibly push their bodies together solely to make Janus feel the roughness of Virgil's shirt against his bare skin and sensitive scales is a whole different experience, and a pleasurable one at that.

"Does this feel good?" Virgil asks, voice husky in Janus's ear. His lips press against the side of Janus's face, softly grazing his scales. "Tell me how much you like it."

"I like it," Janus replies, almost instantly. As one of his hands squeezes Virgil's, the other wraps around Virgil's shoulders. He himself used to get pissy when Virgil would scratch at his back (his scales are sensitive, and nails being dragged across them was honestly kind of a mood-killer), but now he can do nothing else but dig his manicured nails hard into the back of Virgil's jacket. "It's good; Virgil, it's so good."

Virgil nibbles on his earlobe. Though his expression is hidden, Janus can tell he's grinning, delighted by Janus's pleasure.

Slowly, Virgil begins to rock his hips, sliding his cock partially out before pushing it back in. He takes a careful pace, but a rough one nonetheless. There are long pauses between his movements, but Janus is more appreciative than anything for those breaks. They give him time to catch his breath after it's so intensely pulled from him with each pleasurable thrust into him.

"Fuck," Janus curses, voice cracking. His knuckles are white as his hand tightly grips Virgil's own.

Virgil meanwhile groans into Janus's ear. "You're so tight," he observes, voice hushed. "Considering how often we fuck I'm shocked. Here I thought you'd be needy enough to stuff yourself with toys whenever I'm not around to satisfy you, but I guess nothing compares to my cock now does it?"

"No," Janus moans out, completely honest. "This is so.... so..."

Janus can't even finish his words before he's crying out in pleasure as Virgil thrusts harder into him, rocking his body against the mattress. His prostate is nailed head on, and he's left red in the face and buzzing with ecstasy. Pants spill from his lips as his cocks leak pre. As he slides his hand away from Virgil's body in order to grab and stroke them, Virgil's quick to grab it and hold it above Janus's head as well, wordlessly forcing Janus to abstain from giving himself instant and intense gratification.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus's eyes shakily drift from his messy cocks to Virgil's grinning face. "Please," he softly begs, the polite plea sounding foreign coming from his lips. "Just let me-"

"Let you?" Virgil interrupts him, punctuating his firm words with rough thrusts. Janus's prostate is abused over and over and over as Virgil's hips drive hard into him. "You're in no place to be making demands. You do as I say, and if I tell you to never touch your cocks again, you never will. Got it?"

Janus's body is overwhelmed with sheer embarrassment at being talked down to. A gleam of light briefly swirls within Virgil's iris, spiraling down to his pupil. His gaze is intense and expectant, and so Janus nods his head despite his humiliated disposition.

"Understood," Janus shakily replies, and as a treat he gets harshly kissed.

It's sudden and rough, needy from both their ends. Virgil's messy as he collides his lips with Janus's own, clashing their teeth together in uncomfortable manners only to turn his head slightly and fit their mouths together perfectly. Virgil groans into Janus's mouth as Janus arches up into him, with Virgil still holding his hands and using him hard.

His toes curl as he thinks about how strong Virgil is. Sure, he was wise and witty, but what does that truly mean compared to the physical strength Virgil posses? He doesn't look buff, because he isn't, but his grip is tight enough to no doubt bruise Janus's wrists, and Janus enjoys that severely.

Their lips stay sliding against each others, with Virgil only granting Janus the ability to breathe when he himself needs such as well, before they're kissing again. Virgil's not only leading this kiss, but commanding it. There's intense passion, desperation, roughness, need, so much emotion and so much pleasure that Janus feels his head is spinning.

"Please-" Janus tries to negotiate again, but he's once more quickly silenced by Virgil's lips. As his hips move fast and hard, Janus is left shaking beneath him, so overwhelmed by this new and intense experience that he's left on the edge and desperate for relief. "Please!" he cries again, against Virgil's mouth this time, but Virgil continues to ignore him and just bites Janus's bottom lip, tugging on it momentarily and then kissing him again.

As Virgil's fingers press and squeeze against his own, Janus knows he could just snap his fingers and have Virgil let him touch. He could have Virgil let him come. But he refuses to do so. He likes this too much.

Virgil pulls away just barely in order to curse, filling Janus's ears with his breathy voice as little sensitive whines bubble up from his throat.

He's feeling just as good, and eventually Virgil can't help but release Janus's hands in order to grab Janus's waist instead. He pulls Janus onto his cock with each thrust forward, joining their bodies together repeatedly.

"Janus," Virgil whimpers, as his nails press into Janus's sides. Janus hisses at the feeling, but finds he doesn't mind being gripped so desperately, especially because he can feel Virgil shaking as he's held. "God, Janus."

His thrusts speed up, but his hips get sloppier. As the tip of his cock rams against Janus's prostate, they both end up moaning together.

Unintelligible pleas spill from Janus's mouth, though he doesn't ask for anything specific since he was dissuaded from doing so. But Virgil knows what he wants, and - perhaps due to the fact he's close himself - finally decides to give it to him.

Virgil's hand wraps tightly around Janus's cocks, which are pinned beneath his own clothed body thanks to just how close they are, and he strokes them fast. With a firm grip and a fast hand, Janus is left reeling as he struggles to even comprehend the sudden added pleasure he's receiving on top of everything else. There's no skillful rhythm or teasing intent behind Virgil's pace, just rough, intense need.

"Virgil-" Janus gasps out, as warmth floods his abdomen, "Virgil, I'm close!"

Though Virgil ignores him like he's been doing pretty consistently, Janus can see the way Virgil's eyes flutter shut in pleasure shortly before he hides his face in Janus's neck, biting into his flesh to ground himself as he gets them both off. And so, Janus comes, feeling so wildly good and blissful as pleasure courses through him in waves. Instead of his semen being pumped into his sub's ass, it streaks over his flushed face and arched chest, further adding to his humiliation and subsequent enjoyment. His body is decorated in his mess, and it has him screwing his eyes tightly shut, only for them to snap open when Virgil moans against his flesh and drives his cock deep inside Janus, followed immediately after by Virgil pumping his orgasm inside of him.

Virgil rides out his climax by clinging to Janus and rolling his hips ever so slightly, shifting his cock around in meek thrusts as he enjoys his high, before he pulls his cock out, and collapses to the bed beside Janus.

They both pant, struggling to catch their breaths, before Janus waves his fingers in front of Virgil's face. Virgil's brief look of confusion quickly falls into a cloudy, half-aware gaze once Janus snaps, leaving him ready for a command.

Janus snickers at the quick change up, but still softly says "get us cleaned up. And take your time doing so. I don't mind relaxing in the bath for a bit while you wash me up," and then snaps again, cementing his words into Virgil's memory. But he's not done.

Cheekily - and done more so in sake of his dignity than for any malicious reason - Janus then adds "and when I finally ease you out of my control, this memory is going to be pushed to the back, back, back of your mind. So deep that you'll almost never recall it. You'll think it was just a dream... or a fantasy... or some forged memory long forgotten, okay? Deep, deep, deep into your mind." Janus sighs. "Aren't I so kind? For giving you this privilege, and then letting you keep it? I could pluck this experience right out of your brain completely... but that'd be more work for me if I ever wanted to recall it, now wouldn't it?"

Virgil lets out a lazy, ambivalent moan.

So, Janus snaps a final time, and then encourages Virgil to wash them up. Virgil does, slipping back into his obedient role, and carries Janus to the bathroom, while Janus admires the new delightful colours on his wrists. Red and purples in the shape of Virgil's hands - a physical indicator of his careless desire. Janus twists his wrists back and forth, uncharacteristically giddy.

It'd be a great - albeit temporary - memento of this night. And the bruises would be wonderful to see as he pleasures himself to this memory, which he plans on doing quite a bit. And maybe... if Virgil ever awakes to this memory too, thinking it to be nothing more than an embarrassing dream... he'll get off to it too.

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