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“Forgive me if I’m intruding, but you don’t seem like the type to run a farm,” Patton says, as he stirs sugar into his coffee. He adjusts his position on the booth he was seated in, nervously glancing around the mostly-empty diner as if trying to get over his awkwardness. “When the Dolion’s said they were leaving their estate to their grandson, I… Well, to be blunt, I expected someone a bit heftier.” 

Janus can’t help but grin at the comment, as his pen stops signing the paper before him. “Like you?” he asks, his eyes flickering over Patton’s large body, which towered over Janus’s significantly smaller (and more average) one. Patton has wide shoulders and a heavy frame, and he smiles sheepishly at Janus’s comment. 

“Well… yes.” 

Chuckling, Janus turns back to scratching his signature onto the deed to his grandparents' farm. 

Janus’s grandparents had bought a farm when they were young. Truth be told, Janus never visited often - less than five times throughout his life - and hadn’t been there in a while, but he supposes that his grandfather wasn’t particularly close with anyone else. He’d been to the farm more than his parents had, and at least knew the basics of gardening and tending to animals, so, when his grandfather died - peacefully in his sleep, thankfully - his grandmother organized the wills, the deed to the farm, and a bit of money to be given to Janus, as she didn’t feel she could stay there without him. 

“I’m surprised they didn’t pass it on to you,” Janus says, as he pushes the now-signed documents back towards Patton, who sets down his mug to gather the papers up and neatly fold them together. “You said you were a farmhand, right?” 

“Mhm.” Patton cuts a chunk out of the chocolate-chip pancakes he’d ordered. “I didn’t want to stay there forever, though. Was just a job to help me through college. I decided I’d like to move on when they moved on… you know?” 

Janus nods. Patton did seem like the emotional type. 

As he picks at his own omelette - he wasn’t particularly hungry; the family-style diner had been solely Patton’s idea, as he believed it’d be a nicer environment to deal with what could otherwise be a heavy topic - he decides to ask “so… how long will it take to get everything transferred? Legally?” 

Patton shrugs. “I’m not sure. Maybe a week?” 

“Are you going to stay at the farm until I can get there?” 

That has Patton looking surprised, though. “Why- no! You’re free to go there now! It’s not like your grandmother’s going to throw you off the property she’s giving to you! It’d probably be best for you to move sooner rather than later; the animals can get pretty needy.” 

Janus grimaces as he pictures cows that need milked and sheep that need shaved. Though he wasn’t necessarily excited about any of this, he was especially not thrilled about the idea of caring for a plethora of animals. He already wasn’t great with people; the last thing he needed was a cow deciding to kick him just for the fun of it. 

“It’s a bit last minute to advise me to move out there now,” Janus says, as he takes a sip of his water. “I don’t have any of my things packed.” 

Patton gives him a cheery smile. “I can help you pack! If we get started after we finish eating, I can load everything into my truck, and we could probably get you out there tonight!” 

Janus sighs as he watches Patton excitedly scarf down the rest of his food. He’s at least lucky he had no plans tonight; it looks like he was going to be busy…

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Janus grips the grab handle within Patton’s pickup truck rolls up the bumpy dirt road leading up to the farm. There were no other houses anywhere in sight, and Janus swears it’d be fifteen minutes of driving on unkept, gravel roads since he’d even seen a gas station. 

“Cut off from society, huh?” he jokes, as his body is jerked by a sudden bump as the barn and farmhouse come into sight.

“It’s sort of peaceful,” Patton replies, sweetly, completely unbothered at the way his truck bounces. “You really have everything you need already in the form of crops and animals, but if you ever want a sack of sugar or some pre-churned butter then there are markets that set up shop on Saturday. They’re just about a half hour walk further down the road!” 

Janus groans. “Delightful.” 

Patton gives him a look. “Or you can drive. You’ll just have to park in the grass. But everyone around here believes it’s better to take a stroll and enjoy the sun. Without tall buildings in the way, or cars whizzing past, it’s quite nice!” 

As the car pulls to a park on the dirt driveway, Janus can only mutter a sarcastic “I bet,” that Patton thankfully doesn’t pick up on. 

Quick to unbuckle himself, Janus steps out of the truck before Patton even shuts off the engine, and sets his hands on his knees in an attempt to quell his carsickness. The thought of having to drive out of here with Patton and then back with his own car at some point has him bitter, but luckily Patton is calling him over before he can dwell on his own misery for long. 

“We can get all your boxes into the house, and then you can meet the animals,” Patton says, as he opens the bed of his truck, and hands Janus a box. “After that, I’ll leave you to unpack! The animals should be able to show you how to work the farm, but if you have any questions, I’ll leave my number for you to call.” 

Janus’s arms shake beneath the singular box's weight, as he watches Patton lift two stacked on top of each other with ease. 

“Yeah,” Janus huffs, as he follows slowly behind Patton, who leads him to the house, “because animals are known for their great communication skills.” But Patton’s too far ahead of him to hear him, and focuses on pushing the door open for both of them to fit through. 

Unfortunately, the master bedroom is up a flight of stairs, meaning after two boxes Janus is sick of carrying stuff inside, and so mixes some ice water up for himself and Patton as Patton helpfully brings the rest inside without complaint. 

Once all the boxes have been placed in Janus’s room, Patton gratefully accepts the glass and waves Janus out the back door, letting Janus see that there’s two structures where he previously only remembered one. 

Raising an eyebrow, Janus looks between the two buildings curiously. “Huh…” he begins, as Patton guides him to the second one. It looks more house-like than the other, which stood proudly as a stereotypically pictured barn. “Did they stock up on animals in the time I’ve been gone?” he asks, following Patton onto the porch. “I don’t remember there being two barns.” 

“Well, this one’s less of a barn,” Patton answers with a chuckle, as he knocks briefly on the front door before opening it up. Janus almost goes to ask him why he bothered knocking on what’s presumably a glorified stable, only to hear two voices go “Patton!” 

Curiously, Janus pushes Patton further into the house so he’s not blocking the doorway, and circles to his side, where he sees two males being wrapped in a suffocating bear hug, with Patton grinning happily as he greets them. 

“Hi guys!” Patton exclaims, lifting them off the ground, before they squirm out of his grasp. After being set back on the floor, they go to ask him questions, only for the one with shaggy bangs to shut his mouth and nudge the other, staring wide-eyed at Janus. The other looks over too, adjusting his glasses to get a better look, and then they’re both frowning. Meanwhile, Janus’s mouth is agape. 

The one with bangs is taller than Janus, and has noticeable dog ears protruding out his head, which twitches as he looks Janus up and down. Matching them is a similarly-colored tail which was previously wagging, though now lays straight behind him. As he sneers at Janus’s presence, Janus can even identify sharp canines within his mouth. The other man has folded cow ears coming out the sides of his head, and two small, dulled horns on his hairline. Behind him, a cow tail that flicks unhappily from side to side. 

“Hybrids?” Janus asks, which has Patton laughing softly at him. Janus doesn’t see the humor in this situation, and turns to Patton with newfound animosity as he goes “you didn’t tell me they had hybrids!” 

“Well, don’t you talk to your grandparents?” 

The dog hybrid interrupts. “This is Mr. Dolion’s grandson?” 

“Virgil, be polite,” the other interjects, and then clears his throat, and sticks his hand out for Janus to shake. “I’m Logan. It’s nice to meet you… Janus, I presume?” 

Janus grabs his hand. “Yeah.” 

Logan retracts his hand shortly after, and folds them over his chest, while Virgil looks between Patton and Janus. 

“You- you-” Virgil stammers, clearly unhappy, before his attention settles on Patton and he says “you leave for three days and come back with some random guy? Without warning? What happened to ‘taking care of us while the paperwork gets settled?’” 

“I left you with food,” Patton softly says. “I told you I’d be back. We all knew that I wouldn’t stay with the farm forever. And besides… this isn’t just anyone. It’s Janus! He’s Mr. Dolion’s family.” 

Virgil glares towards Janus. “You could have at least let us know beforehand.” 

“Virgil,” Logan starts, setting a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. At the touch, Virgil seems to relax a bit. “Deep breath. Patton’s right; we knew the farm would be passed along to someone else, and who better than someone close to the Dolion’s?” 

Janus shifts his weight from one leg to the other as he’s discussed right in front of him despite being right there. 

“Does he even know how to manage a farm?” Virgil argues. 

And they all look towards Janus, now awaiting his input. And Janus shrugs, truthfully admitting “not really… but I can figure it out. I used to work in these fields when I was a kid, so it’s not like I’m completely helpless.” 

Virgil groans, and throws his hands up in the air, walking off and disappearing into a room, with Logan shaking his head at his attitude. 

“Sorry about him… he’s not too fond of change. Neither of us are, really, but at least I’m more inclined to accept its inevitability.” 

Janus doesn’t know how to respond, and looks towards Patton, who is clearly just as tense as himself. Patton, feeling his gaze, pushes Janus forward a bit, so that he’s standing before Logan. Being this close to him, Janus realizes they’re about the same height, and being face-to-face has Logan cocking his head curiously to the side. 

He seems the least inflicted by the perpetual awkwardness surrounding this situation, and sets a gentle hand on the side of Janus’s face. 

“Vitiligo?” he questions, thumbing over the patches of discoloured skin afflicting half of Janus’s countenance. 

Janus, relaxed a bit by the question, nods. “Yeah. I’m honestly surprised to see that only one of us has it.” 

The edges of Logan’s lips quirk up. “Is that a joke?” 

“Do you consider it funny enough to be one?” 

Logan smiles fully now, and nods towards Patton. “Thank you for bringing him by. I’ll… help ease Virgil into things, and I’m sure that overtime we’ll get used to it.” Logan takes a few steps backwards, and looks expectantly towards Janus. “For now, I guess I’ll show you around our home, and to the barn, though I’d prefer Virgil be with us when bringing you around the farm.” 

“And I’ll take you to get your car tomorrow,” Patton adds, before patting Janus on the shoulder. “You’ve got this! Have fun!” 

He waves by, and recedes out the door, leaving Janus and Logan standing in the living room. With Patton’s absence, Logan begins traversing the house, leaving Janus to follow quickly behind him. 

“This is our kitchen, though we’re not permitted to cook,” Logan explains, waving his arm towards a quaint dining room with a clearly unused stove. “We have food in the cabinets and fridge, but any major meals were always brought to us by Mrs. Dolion or Patton. When Patton left for a bit, he left us with some packaged meals we made. We have enough to feed us properly for the next…” he thinks for a moment, “two days, I believe, and then after that we’ll look to you to prepare meals for us.” 

“Why can’t you cook?” 

Logan looks a bit surprised at the question, and then shrugs. “I’m not sure. We never asked; it’s not really our place.” 

Heading down the hallway Virgil stomped down, Logan motions to a closed door. “This is our nest. I’d kindly ask you don’t come in here without permission. It’s supposed to be a complete safe space for Virgil and I.” 

“I’ve never known of cows or dogs to nest.” 

That question has Logan smiling slightly. “It’s not so much an animal thing as it is a hybrid thing. It gives us a place to relieve stress, have privacy, or act upon some of our more animal-adjacent instincts.” Setting his hand on the wood, Logan says “for example… Virgil’s probably in there right now tearing up one of his many stress toys in order to get some of his energy out. That’s the kind of thing we’d prefer to keep to ourselves.” 

Janus nods. “Makes sense. In that case, I won’t intrude.” 

Following that, Logan shows Janus a few more uninteresting rooms - the bathroom, a small “hobby” room that is strangely undecorated and rather… empty, and then guides him back to the living room, where there isn’t much in the way of entertainment aside from a small box TV and an old VCR. 

“Do you have any VHS tapes?” Janus asks, as he crouches down to poke at the old machine. Logan nods, and grabs a box from a nearby closet. 

“Some of the movies don’t play well anymore, as the tapes are worn down with each use, but most are still viewable.” Setting the box down next to Janus, Janus pokes around at the thick cases, raising an eyebrow at the older films. He goes to question why they have such an outdated piece of equipment, but Logan looks a bit happy to be looking over the tapes. 

It’s mostly old Disney movies, with the occasional emotional film like Titanic tossed in there for good measure, but Janus supposes he won’t judge their selection for now. If they’re happy with it, then who is he to question it?

“We don’t have designated movie nights or anything, but sometimes if we get our chores done early it’s nice to settle down with a film,” Logan explains, before he puts the box away, and brings Janus outside. 

They walk a few steps to the other barn, which has Janus scrunching his nose in disgust as he both hears and smells the animals on the other side. 

“I suppose these aren’t more hybrids,” he comments, which has Logan giving him a funny look, clearly not understanding his sarcasm. He pulls the door open, allowing the light that seeps in through the opening to illuminate the barn’s innards, which lets Janus see two excited cows, and two goats. 

“They’re all used for milk,” Logan says, as he steps into the barn. Janus is significantly more hesitant to do so considering the assault on his nostrils, but he does anyway, knowing that this will be part of his new routine for years to come. “Milk to sell, at least. It has to be pasteurized in order to get rid of bacteria, so Mr. Dolion would pay the Prince twins every Friday to come collect jugs in exchange for whatever spices, sugars, or even foods he needed.” 

“So… hypothetically, he’d trade them unpasteurized milk in exchange for drinkable milk?” 

Logan’s cheeks go a bit pink, as he pulls his shirt away from his chest as though it’s making him uncomfortable, and then reaches out to pet one of the cows. “Well… he could have. But… there is a source of drinkable milk on the farm.” Sliding his fingers over the cow’s ears, he quickly derails himself and goes “This is Bonnie, and to the right is Elsie. The goats are Nanny and Billie. The cows need to be milked once a day, and the goats twice a day. I’ve been doing it since Mr. Dolion’s passing so that Mrs. Dolion didn’t have to stress herself out every morning, so I’ll walk you through what to do.” 

Nervously looking towards the cows, Janus clears his throat and asks “tonight?” 

Logan shakes his head. “Tomorrow. They’ve already been tended to today.” 

He leads Janus to the back of the barn where there’s a rather massive fridge, which upon being opened is filled with a few large jugs of milk. “The cow milk has red caps, and the goat milk has blue. There are a bunch of spare jugs in the back that’ll need to be grabbed before you milk the animals. They’re too big to fit under the goats, so you’ll need to milk the goats into buckets, but the cows can be milked directly into the containers. Afterwards, it all needs to go directly into the fridge until the twins come and get it.” 

“And you said the… the twins will come and pick up the milk?” 

Logan nods, and closes the fridge. “Yes. Remus and Roman. They have all the machinery necessary to pasteurize milk, but don’t really care much about tending to animals.” 

As one of the goats bleat, Janus finds that he can currently relate. 

“They’ll come on Friday mornings. You can tell them anything you want then, and when they come to pick up milk next week, they’ll have whatever you requested. Like… beef, for example.” 

“Rather odd thing to say in front of the cows,” Janus replies, but nods anyway. “Though that makes sense. Is that all that’s in here?” 

“Yeah. The chicken coop is behind the barn, by the feed.” 

As they leave the barn and circle around it, Janus notes that Logan walks closer to him than before, with their forearms grazing every so often. 

“The cows can be let out into the fields to graze, but they also have feed in case it’s storming out. The troughs in the barn should always be filled.” Logan opens a small gate leading to the chicken coop, truly only high enough to keep the chickens inside. Janus could step over it if he desires, but he follows Logan through the opening anyway. “The hens eat grains and berries. Their feeding stations are outside the coop, so they need to be let out at least once a day. There are twelve hens in here, so you’ll get about a dozen eggs per day. You can sell the extra eggs at the market Saturday morning, or cook them and feed them back to the hens. They’re a good source of protein.” 

Logan opens the door to the coop, and ducks his head as he steps into the small space. Janus follows him, and suddenly feels way more cramped than he’d like to. 

Surrounding him are rows of nests with hens nestled atop them. Some eye him curiously, while others sit unbothered. 

“Virgil and I have been tossing the eggs in the yard as of late, to fertilize the garden. But now that you’re  here, you can choose to do whatever you please with them.” 

Just like the cows, Logan reaches his hand out to pet a hen, before a worried call of “Logan?!” from outside interrupts him. Logan immediately looks a bit surprised, and firmly pushes Janus out of the coop, stepping out from it after and shouting back “we’re by the chickens!” which has Janus watching as Virgil sprints into view, and slows down considerably upon seeing them. Panting as he jumps the coop’s fence, Virgil quickly grabs Logan, and pulls him away from Janus. 

“I don’t like when you walk around the farm alone,” he says, though he’s eyeing Janus suspiciously, as though he’s the reason. 

Logan’s a lot more calm about the situation, and scratches the side of Virgil’s face as he explains “I made sure we stayed out of the fields, and away from the trees. I was explaining some of the chores to Janus.” 

Virgil looks unconvinced, but after a moment mutters “okay. I guess it’s good he at least won’t be completely oblivious,” which has Janus rolling his eyes. 

“I told you from the get go I knew bits and pieces.” Janus closes the door from the coop, and steps over the small gate, with Virgil and Logan following suit. However, as Logan steps over the barrier this time, he makes a small noise of discomfort upon his feet firmly landing on the ground. 

Janus turns in concern. “Are you alright?” he asks, as he watches Logan’s arms cross protectively over his chest. Both his and Virgil’s faces go pink. 

“He’s fine,” Virgil curtly answers, though he avoids looking Janus’s way. “Come on, Logan, let’s get you back to our barn.” 

Standing in front of them, Janus prevents their path. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing,” Virgil reiterates. He side-steps Janus, guiding Logan with a rather prominent hand on his lower back, but Janus keeps up with them. 

“Please,” he bargains, worried that Logan’s potentially having some sort of emergency. It’d be really unfortunate to have his grandparents’ hybrids die on him less than a day after they became his responsibility. “I’d like to know. My grandfather clearly trusted me to care for you, and so I will, but I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.” 

Again, Virgil looks like he’s about to snap at Janus, and even growls to signify his displeasure, but Logan stretches his arm across Virgil’s torso to keep him back, and bites his lip as he looks upwards. Sheepishly meeting Janus’s eyes, Logan clears his throat, and begins “do you recall how I said there is a source of safe milk on this farm?” 

Surprised by the seemingly unrelated question, Janus nods. “I do.” 

“Right. Well. I’m a cow hybrid, and as such I have functions akin to that of a cow. Including…” Logan trails off, and swallows the spit in his mouth. He almost looks like he’s about to give up, before he’s fixing his shirt again, and finishing with “including milk production.” 

Janus is a bit surprised, though he supposes that makes sense. His eyes briefly trickle down to Logan’s groin, applying a cow’s anatomy to him, before his gaze lifts to Logan’s chest, which he was still trying to cover. 

“Oh,” Janus breathes, as he pieces it together. “Do you… need to be milked?” 

Logan nods. “Twice a week, preferably. Once a week is fine, but gets risky. I have pumps, and they connect to bottles that’ll hold the milk… The last time I used them was the last time Patton was here. I gave him the milk to go. I truly apologize; I should have pumped before you got here.” 

That has Virgil finally interrupting. In a hushed voice, he says directly to Logan “you don’t have to apologize. You don’t know how much you’re going to produce each day. There was a chance you could have waited until tomorrow.” 

Logan gives Virgil a soft smile - one so intimate that Janus almost feels bad observing the exchange - before he turns back to Janus. “My pumps are in our nest. If you’d excuse me, I’d like to go use them. Perhaps you could seize this opportunity as a chance to be productive; I’m sure you haven’t completely unpacked.” 

Feeling a bit out of place, Janus nods, and steps away, letting them walk past him and trying his best not to listen to their whispers as they head back into their small house. Janus watches them go, before looking back towards his own new home, and sighs. Logan was right; he hadn’t unpacked at all, and that was one of many things he now had to do today. So he brushes himself off - hoping to at least swipe away some of that unclean animal smell - and heads back to his porch. He lingers on it, staring towards the sun, which has started to set. Walking to the edge of the porch and looking around the side of the house, he sees the shadowed outlines of Virgil holding the door open for Logan, and then they’re gone. Wind chimes ring in the breeze, and Janus turns around to face them, before his face scrunches in disgust and he grabs them, pulling them free from the wood and bringing it inside with him. He tosses it onto the counter, and then sighs as he opens up the fridge. 

Having not finished his brunch earlier, he was quite hungry, but he ends up staring at the gallon of milk in the fridge instead. 

It was in a jug as opposed to one of the bottles that’d typically be found in a store, and when Janus grabs it, he sees that there are markings on the sides. Reading them, Janus almost drops the container, and has to end up setting it to the side. 

The markings were labeled “two bottles,” for halfway filled, and “four bottles” for completely. And immediately Janus is a lot more thankful he discovered Logan produces milk before he decided to blindly drink this! He knows normal cow milk isn't sanctioned into bottles; what else could this possibly be implying!?

But… now that he does know… the curiosity seeps into his mind. 

Logan did say his milk was safe to drink, and considering it’s coming from someone half-human, Janus doesn’t doubt him. Why else would his grandfather keep some in the fridge if it wasn’t consumable? Unscrewing the cap and sniffing it, it just smells like milk. Not disgusting or anything…

Kicking the fridge shut, Janus moves towards the cabinets, aware that he’s not going to be able to stop thinking about this until he does. So he grabs himself a glass, and pours just a small drink’s worth. He just wants to try it, and in this case, if it’s gross, he won’t feel wasteful! 

He puts the milk back in the fridge after, and swirls the white liquid around in his cup, staring down at it. 

“Well,” he voices, to no one in particular. “It won’t be as good as wine, but here’s to hoping it doesn’t kill me.” 

He tips the cup back and the milk descends into his mouth, splashing against his tongue and coating his taste buds in a… rather delicious liquid. Surprised, Janus swishes his fill back and forth in his mouth, shocked at how good it is, before swallowing it all down. It’s much sweeter than normal milk, but not overpoweringly so. Richer, not too thick… it almost tastes expensive, which isn’t a huge shock considering it’s coming from a hybrid, and hybrids themselves are expensive. Humming in delight, Janus rinses his cup out and then leaves it in the sink to wash later, and then heads upstairs to stop procrastinating. 

However, the idea of properly unpacking doesn’t sound too fun right now, so when Janus steps into the master bedroom, he skillfully avoids all the boxes and moves to the windows instead. 

He shuts the curtains on one of them, but when he moves to do the same to the other - the one right next to the bed - he stops, and realizes it directly faces the hybrids’ barn. 

Though his hands rest on the fabric curtains, he doesn’t move to close them, and just… stares. 

Thinking back to Logan’s milk in the fridge, Janus finally flushes as he realizes how simultaneously innocent and lewd that concept is. To Logan, Janus guesses it’s just a normal bodily function, and Janus supposes his grandfather saw it the same way. But as Janus thinks back to the whimper Logan made, and the way Logan held his chest and hid his face, Janus realizes he finds the situation a lot more sensual than he probably should. 

He shouldn’t sexualize Logan, and truly he tries not to, but his body clearly doesn’t compromise with his mind, and he finds himself tugging at his collar as he kneels on his bed. 

As Janus undoes his pants, and lays back on his mattress - which was the one piece of furniture in this room that was actually put together, thanks to Patton - he rationalizes that a bit of stress relief never hurt anybody. And this had really been a stressful day, filled with change and moving and rather interesting hybrids…

Janus only gets his pants down enough to pull his half-hard cock out, and begins to lazily stroke it while stretching out on his bed. 

He tries not to think about anything in particular - again, this is just supposed to be a quick job to alleviate some of the tension in his body - but again his mind circles back to Logan. And Virgil. 

The way Virgil held Logan felt like more than the way two mere peers would hold each other. He also seemed to know what was going on alongside Logan, and seemed just as flustered as Janus was when Janus learned Logan needs to be milked. So… maybe Virgil also found it more sensual than it was. Maybe it was more sensual than Janus was trying to argue against it being. 

Janus looks towards the night sky through the blinds, and lets out a soft moan as he slowly works his hand up his shaft, and then back down to the base. He squeezes his fingers skillfully over his length, and presses his thumb into the slit of his cock, repeating that process until he begins to draw out beads of pre that he then uses it as lubricant to allow his palm to glide easier. 

Hybrids were much more interesting than normal animals… they were part human. Mostly human, even. At least Janus would have some intelligent company, and wouldn’t lose his mind talking to cows and goats. 

He’d have plenty of time to learn about Logan and Virgil - the rest of his life, honestly, if he decides to stay here like is expected of him. 

They were close to each other. They share a nest. Briefly, Janus wonders what’s behind that door, and what the nest looks like, and ends up squeezing his cock and moaning outright as he wonders if Logan pumps in there. Does Virgil help? Does Virgil watch?

He’d feel perverse if he didn’t feel so good, and lets his head fall back against his pillows as he begins touching himself with more vigor. 

Being alone in a rather expansive room was a lot better compared to his previously small apartment, and knowing he doesn’t really have to conserve his noises when getting off, Janus decides to let himself indulge a little. He feels good, after all, and he should probably keep feeling that way. He’s sure he’d make the animals feel miserable if he felt miserable!

“God,” Janus pants, pressing his knuckles over his mouth and letting his eyes flutter shut as he pumps his cock quickly, pushing pre out of his tip with each raise of his fist, and jerking his hips with each descent. 

Regardless of how much he tried to think of other things, his mind kept circling back around to Logan and his chest. 

He hadn’t noticed how curvy Logan was before, but he was definitely pudgy. Virgil seemed more in shape, which is what Janus would expect of a dog, and Logan was definitely pudgy, which is what Janus would expect of a cow. Did his teats - or, tits - look just as fat and squishy as the rest of his body? Do the pumps leave suction rings? 

Would Logan leak if left for long enough? 

Janus lets out a particularly load groan as he fucks his hips up into his hand. He gives up completely on trying to cast Logan out of his mind for right now and decides to focus fully on him. On him hooking up pumps to his breasts and pumping the milk out, making the same pathetic noise he did when his chest was jostled too roughly. On him sitting with a flushed face as the milk was sucked out of him. On Logan. 

Janus mutters out obscenities, feeling heat build inside of him, until it comes spilling out forcefully, spilling over his hands and jeans like milk would spill on a countertop, and he continues touching himself through his orgasm. 

“Mm,” Janus pants, as his hand moves up and down, slowly considerably as he spreads his mess over his length. He watches his glistening hand slide twice more, before he pulls it away, and collapses against his sheets with a sigh. 

“I guess I at least have a reason to unpack my soap,” he mumbles, as he stares up at his ceiling, wiping his dirty fingers on his pants. But he doesn’t get up to do that immediately, and instead his head falls towards the window, which he gazes out of for a while. Maybe, just maybe, living on the farm wouldn’t be as grueling and miserable as he initially expected. Maybe… he could make something of it. But for now, he really did need to shower. 

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Logan’s tail flicks slowly back and forth as he sits criss-cross on a pile of hay in the barn. Even though it’d been a few days - and Logan had given Janus a rather kinesthetic lesson on how to milk the cows and goats - Virgil and Logan had both mutually decided Janus still required supervision. 

He wasn’t helpless - even though he barely had any experience, he was milking Bonnie rather skillfully, working her udders between his fingers and into the rather large milking pail positioned beneath her. Elsie had already been milked, and hers was already poured into one of the many jugs, which would have to wait to be processed and pasteurized. 

“You’re doing good,” Logan compliments him, as Janus finishes off the milk, with Bonnie’s milk reducing from powerful streams to measly drops. “You’ll just need to-” 

“Remember to milk the goats tonight,” Janus finishes for him, as he grabs the heavy milk bucket with a groan. He shuffles over to another jug, and then uses a funnel to fill the jug with the milk. It only fills about halfway but that’s fine, as Bonnie’s production tomorrow will no doubt top it off. He swivels a red cap onto it, and then strains himself whilst loading it into the milk fridge, which is steadily filling up. It’s a big space, but it’s not ginormous. With a sigh, Janus rubs his gloved hands together, and gives Logan a playful smile. “You gave me that same reminder yesterday.” 

“It’s a very important reminder,” Logan insists. “If the goats aren’t milked twice a day, their udders will swell and become incredibly agitated. This engorgement can lead to infection, which obviously can harm or kill them.” 

As Janus pulls his gloves off, and heads out of the barn, he asks Logan “can that happen to you?” 

A bit startled at the question, Logan’s hands instinctively cross over his chest. “It can,” he answers, despite being quite caught off guard. “Though, I’m incredibly responsible, so I’ve never had to worry about that. And I’m mostly independent, so I don’t have to rely on a farmer who can easily forget.” 

Though Logan speaks earnestly, his words still have a bit of a jab, as though implying he wouldn’t trust Janus to milk him if given the chance. 

Janus frowns, and goes to respond, only for Logan to turn away from him. Logan’s looking out into the field, where Virgil’s lingering, both observing the crops and checking the perimeter. He stops though when he spots Logan, and his tail wags excitedly. Though, when Janus waves at him, his tail falls, and he turns back around and continues his work. 

Sighing, Janus stuffs his hands into his pockets. “Do you think he’s ever going to warm up to me?” 

“You’re a big change in our relatively small world,” Logan answers. “Would you warm up to the meteor that crashed into your home and killed your parents?” 

“That feels a little dramatic.” 

Logan adjusts his glasses. “It is. It’s a hyperbolic example. But to Virgil, this is a dramatic shift. You’re not just some temporary visitor; you’re a new caretaker, and one we weren’t told about beforehand. There’s been no time to mentally prepare, and no acclimation period.” 

“That’s not my fault, though,” Janus argues, though his tone comes off more concerned than defensive. “I am genuinely here to help.” 

Logan stares at Janus for a few seconds, before saying “then you’ll have to give us time to believe that. You’re a stranger. Virgil’s a guard. Distrust is only natural.” 

“What about you?” 

“I don’t trust you either.” Logan’s tone is blunt, but his words aren’t malicious. “But I understand that you’re here because of what you inherited, and that you feel familial pressure to step up. I’m sure you want to help, but there are plenty of people who will say that and then neglect their surroundings in favor of fun.” 

Janus reaches to set a comforting hand on Logan’s arm, but Logan steps away, averse to his touch. So Logan watches as Janus’s hand falls, and he sighs again. “I won’t do that.” 

Logan spares him only a glance, before Virgil emerges from the field, coming back into their view. This time, he’s motioning for Logan to come forward. So, with a polite but thin-lipped smile, Logan says “forgive me for needing to see consistency before I believe that,” and then he walks off, leaving Janus with a bit of free time as he shuffles into Virgil’s arms. 

Virgil very quickly and very tightly embraces Logan, holding him firm, and rubs his head over Logan’s face, neck, and chest. 

“You’ve started to smell like him,” Virgil grumbles, as he attempts to recoat Logan in his scent. “I’m sick of you showing him around the farm.” 

“Well, someone has to. And you refuse.” 

Virgil makes a growling noise at Logan’s logic, but very clearly softens when he pulls away from Logan and notices the way he’s holding his chest. His eyes linger over Logan’s torso, before flickering back to his face. 

“Do you need to be milked again?” he asks, and Logan nods slowly. Frowning, Virgil says “you never used to let yourself get this full… You’d take care of it immediately. This is twice now since Janus has been here. Is everything okay?” 

Logan nods again. “Everything’s fine.” 

“If everything’s fine, then why didn’t you use your pumps this morning?” 

Stepping back and away from Virgil, Logan watches as Virgil stiffens and clenches his jaw out of stress. Virgil reaches for Logan immediately after, desperate for them to stay close. 

“I feel like I don’t have the time,” Logan eventually says. “It’s your job to guard the farm, and I understand that, but you had significantly more free time before Janus arrived. Now, because you’re never willing to remind him of the animals’ routines, or of how to check the crops, I have to do all of it. Which means I have to get up earlier, and don’t have the time to pump.” Logan steps further away from Virgil’s affection, and this time Virgil’s hands fall guiltily downwards, landing at his sides. “I’ll just pump tonight.” 

Virgil’s hands tap anxiously against his thighs. “If you’re full, you should pump now.” 

“I don’t have the time to pump now. We have to check the hens.” Logan glances behind him, and sees Janus idling a ways away. He’s watching them, but is at least nice enough to avoid intruding. “And I’m sure you have to do another run-around of the perimeter.” 

Frowning, Virgil starts with “I’m sorry-” but Logan quickly raises his hand to silence him. 

“If you’re sorry, then you’ll get up with him tomorrow. I dislike this as much as you do, but that doesn’t mean you get to pretend it’s not happening. That’s not what Mr. Dolion would’ve wanted.” 

Virgil looks displeased, and then sorry, and then his ears are pressing flat against his head as he reaches for Logan again. This time, Logan lets Virgil pull him in, and Virgil tightly holds Logan against his chest. Though he’s unhappy, he says “okay. I’ll get up with him tomorrow. I’m sorry,” and Logan knows he means all of it. So, Logan hugs him back, lets Virgil rub against him until he’s satisfied that Logan smells like him, and turns to scamper back through the field. 

Logan returns to Janus’s side. 

Though Janus had seemed to only stand around uselessly, he’d actually gathered the cloth sling used for collecting eggs. At least he was ready. 

Logan leads him to the coup, and lets Janus go in alone this time, as he stands right outside the small gate. Stepping over it would remind him of just how heavy his chest is, and he knows that if he focuses on how full his breasts are becoming, then he’s going to slowly stop thinking of anything else. Staying distracted until nightfall - which would hopefully be coming soon - was truly the best option. 

When Janus emerges from the coup, he’s cradling the sling carefully, even though there’s really no need for the extra support. 

“What have you been doing with the eggs?” Logan asks him, as Janus makes his way back to the house. 

Janus glances at him, and then smiles slightly. “Cooking them, or feeding them back to the hens. There’s just so many, though, that I’m worried that if I don’t have eggs with every meal, my fridge will be quickly overrun by them.” 

“You can always donate them to Patton or the twins. Or use them in our food.”

Chuckling, Janus says “I did use them in your food. Last night. You couldn’t taste the eggs in the egg-sandwiches I made?” 

Logan stares at Janus, and doesn’t answer. 

He and Virgil in fact did not taste the egg sandwiches Janus made for them the night before. Though Logan had told Janus they’d needed food from him after a couple days (as they only had packaged food for the night Janus showed up, and the two days following), neither him or Virgil really wanted to eat what he was making. Virgil had worried it was poisoned. Logan just wasn’t hungry. So, they’d let the food sit out until it spoiled, and then they both slid their portions right into the trash. 

Janus seems to understand his silence though, and his amusement quickly fades into brief disheartenment. 

Though, he quickly tries to lighten the conversation once more as he says “well, how would you like your eggs cooked tonight? Clearly over-easy wasn’t good; perhaps scrambled? Or sunny-side-up?” 

“We’ll eat them however,” Logan curtly answers, as they head inside Janus’s house. Despite him having been here four days now, a lot of his stuff was still packed in boxes, as if he’d been avoiding setting his stuff up. “Actually eat them, this time,” Logan then assures him, as he watches Janus carefully set his cloth sling on the counter and take the eggs out to wash them. Then, he pulls out an empty carton (one of many stored in the kitchen), and stores each dripping egg within it. 

“In that case, how do eggs in purgatory sound for dinner tonight?” 

Logan makes a face. “What are ‘eggs in purgatory?’” 

“It’s basically shakshuka.” Janus places the carton in the fridge, and wipes his wet hands on his pants. “Soft-cooked eggs in spicy tomato sauce, with garlic and herbs. It’s quite good.” 

“I’m sure it is.” 

“And you’ll actually eat it this time?” Janus sounds concerned as he asks. 

So, Logan sighs. “I will. I’ll try to convince Virgil to as well, but it might take him longer to trust you won’t spike our food with poison or sedatives.” 

“Are those actual worries of his?” 

Logan nods. “Plenty of poachers out here. Plenty of money-hungry hybrid-hunters as well. I’m sure you can only imagine how much your grandfather spent on us.” 

“A lot, probably.” 

“A lot,” Logan affirms. “Which means if you were ever looking to sell us to someone for quite a bit of money, and weren’t willing to run a background check on the person first, then you’d need a way to sedate us. And ship us away. And then probably get us abused or killed.” Shrugging, Logan then says “at least, that’s what Virgil worries will happen. I try to remind him there are hybrid-cruelty laws in place to prevent situations like that, but he says there are laws in place to prevent murder and that still occurs, so there’s not much I can do to quell his fears.” 

“He actually believes there’s a chance I would do that to the two of you?” 

Logan’s tail flicks side to side. “We don’t know you,” he reminds Janus, though he feels like he’s had to repeat himself over and over at this point. 

And so, Janus sighs. “If Virgil wants to help me cook, he’s welcome to do so. Even if he just wants to watch for the sake of his sanity. He might learn a thing or two about spices and seasonings.” 

“We’re not allowed to cook,” Logan reminds him. 

However, Janus smoothly counters with “you never asked to cook. I’m telling you you’re free to learn. Either of you; I’d be willing to teach. It’s kind of a tease to have a stove in your barn and not be able to use it.”

Logan’s brows furrow slightly, and he crosses his arms tightly over his chest at the proposal. “If you’re implying that you want us to learn to cook for ourselves so that you don’t have to do it, you can just say that. Don’t let us burden you with even more chores.” 

“That’s not what I meant,” Janus corrects him. “I understand your cynicism, but you know very well that it was just a suggestion. If you never want to learn to cook, then I will happily provide. Don’t twist my words into something they’re not.”

Logan frowns, but says nothing, as he instead lowers his head as Janus pulls out a few pans. 

“I’ll probably start on dinner now, just to get it done early,” Janus says, keeping his back to Logan. Awkwardly, Logan idles behind him. “And after I bring it to you and Virgil, I’ll milk the goats again.” 

“That’s a smart idea,” Logan murmurs, as Janus then digs through his spice cabinet. “That way you’ll be near the animal barn anyway.” 

Janus smiles, turning towards Logan so Logan can see it. “That was exactly my thought process. How about you go fetch Virgil, and the two of you relax before dinner tonight. Hopefully you can ease his mind about eating… maybe remind him he needs to keep his strength up. And maybe, while you’re in there, you can pump.” 

Logan’s arms press harder against his torso, and his face flushed. He clears his throat. “You noticed?” 

“You told me you needed to pump twice a week. It’s been three days since you’ve pumped, and you’ve been tightly holding your chest all day. You’re not as subtle as you think you are.” 

Logan would argue against such a claim, but chooses instead to keep his mouth shut. Because while he knew he was subtle - and was rather good at being such - Janus is perceptive. If Janus was anyone else - like Mr. Dolion, per se - he wouldn’t have noticed. But Logan at the very least has to give Janus credit for noticing the smaller things… such as how often Logan’s arms remained crossed against his front. 

So, instead of continuing this rather lackluster conversation, Logan decides to do as Janus says and go find Virgil. 

He first steps out into the field - holding his breasts as each consequent step makes his chest feel heavier and heavier - looking through the budding crops to see if he can spot Virgil doing laps around the fenced-in farm area, growling at the predators looming in the thick woods surrounding their farm. But alas, Virgil’s nowhere to be seen. Logan shouts his name a few times, knowing that if Virgil’s out-of-sight somewhere, he’ll hear Logan’s calls with his acute hearing, but there’s still nothing. So, Logan heads to the barn, wondering if Virgil’s already turned in for the night. 

As he steps inside, he sniffs at the air, trying to determine whether Virgil’s been in here recently. And luckily, Virgil’s scent is strong. But that’s not the only signifier. 

As Logan moves towards their nest, he can hear frantic panting behind the closed door, with little cries of profanity and “no, no, no,” repeated on loop. Despite the fact the nest is both of theirs, Logan knocks out of politeness, alerting Virgil to his presence, before he opens up the door. 

Inside, he finds Virgil kneeling on the ground, ears pressed flat against his head like he’s just been caught doing something bad. In his hands are Logan’s pumps, which are visibly broken. 

“Logan,” Virgil starts, voice deep and trembling. His eyes are pricked with worried, frustrated tears, “I’m so sorry-” 

“What happened?” Logan asks, as he slowly lowers himself to the ground. He tries to mask the discomfort in his body as his tits bounce and fall, heavy with milk as he lands on his knees, but he knows Virgil is already aware of how full he is. And he’s just getting fuller by the second. 

“You were just-” Virgil stammers, as he passes Logan his broken pumps, “you were just so upset and because of me you didn’t have time to pump, so I thought- I thought I’d be nice and try and grab them for you, and prepare our nest, and I just broke them. It was an accident; I tripped and they fell and I-” 

Logan shushes him softly, as he looks over his pumps. On one of them, the suction has been torn, both off the bottle and nearly in half. If he tried to attach it to his body, it simply wouldn’t hold. The other’s plastic is cracked, and Logan can only assume when Virgil tripped he landed on them. Neither of them would work. 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Logan sets the shattered pumps to the side, and grabs Virgil’s hands instead. 

“Deep breath,” he instructs, as Virgil’s fingers squeeze his own. “It’s okay. You didn’t break them on purpose.” 

“But I still broke them. And I know how full you are. And now your chest is going to hurt and get infected and-” 

Logan quietly shushes him again. “You’re catastrophizing. We’ll… we’ll figure something out.” 

He tries to sound convincing as he says that, but Virgil’s quick to pull away from Logan’s affection, as he notices that Logan’s attention is directed elsewhere. Downwards. At his aching chest. 

Logan mumbles an apology, but pushes his hands in front of his chest, though his face goes red with sheer humiliation when he feels milk spurt from his nipples and leak into his shirt at the pressure. Virgil flushes too, as he watches the fabric darken with moisture. 

“What should… what should we do?” Virgil asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re in pain, and I broke your pumps, and-”

“We should get Janus,” Logan gasps out, interrupting him. Despite the milk leaking down his chest, he can’t help but squeeze his breasts, praying the pressure will keep most of it inside. Though, he does have to bite his tongue to repress a whine at the fleeting feeling of relief. 

“We don’t need him,” Virgil immediately argues. “We can- we can figure something out!” 

“Virgil,” Logan whimpers, before swallowing the spit in his mouth. He takes in a shaky breath. “Virgil, I really think we should go get Janus. We can just tell him the pumps are broken, and he can order new ones” 

Virgil grits his teeth, his canines prominent and sharp. “I don’t trust him.” 

“I know, but-” 

“Logan.” Virgil gives Logan a wide-eyed look, his eyes full of uncertainty. “What if he hurts you? We can tell him after you’re milked. He can order you new pumps when you don’t need to be emptied immediately. Just… just not right now. We can’t tell him now.” “Virgil stands, and begins sorting through their nest, moving quickly due to a mixture of concern and guilt. Logan can only imagine how responsible he feels for Logan’s current aching. “What good would it do anyway? He can’t get you new pumps by tonight, and I can’t watch you sit in pain any longer.” 

Eventually, Virgil finds a small bucket full of nutritious snacks they’ve stockpiled. He turns it on its head and shakes it until it’s empty before kneeling in front of Logan. “This can’t be that difficult. Lift up your shirt.” 

Logan looks hesitant. He keeps his hands pressed against his front for a few moments more, before taking a deep breath and nodding. He very slowly grips the edge of his shirt, and lifts it up, holding it just above his swollen tits. 

“It might be more comfortable if it’s off completely,” Virgil shyly advises him. 

Logan pulls it off fully, and tosses it to the side. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” 

“We don’t really have another option,” Virgil says, as he fidgets with the bucket in his hands. His eyes are shamefully trained on the broken pumps. “Besides… it’s just milking you, right? It can’t be that difficult.” 

“It’s a lot different than milking a cow.” 

Virgil chews his bottom lip, and scoots the bucket forward between Logan’s spread thighs. Logan leans forward so that his chest is aimed over it, even though the position is incredibly awkward, and waits for Virgil’s touch. Virgil’s hands hover over Logan’s chest for a few moments, as if nervous to try, but a soft noise of pain from Logan has Virgil rushing to help. 

His hands grope Logan with complete inexperience, his calluses rubbing over Logan’s wet nipples. Logan moans at the feeling, turning his face to hide it in his shoulder as Virgil fumbles with him, until finally Virgil is giving his breasts a firm squeeze. Expectantly, milk comes streaming out from Logan’s nipples, but Virgil realizes that he’s misjudged the bucket's position in relation to Logan’s body, and thus his entire thighs - and the floor beneath them - are splattered with liquid in a matter of seconds. 

“Fuck!” Virgil curses, overly stressed as he pulls away immediately. Logan lets out a soft cry at the lack of touch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-” 

“Virgil,” Logan interjects, voice breathy. His eyebrows are creased. His face is flushed. “Virgil, calm down. I need you right now. I need relief. I need… I just need it out, please. Even if it gets all over the floor I just need it.” He sounds like he’s about to start crying. “Please. I can’t take another day of pro- pro-” Logan squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a frustrated curse, before shakily enunciating “production.” 

Virgil’s hands tremble. “But… but we’ll make a mess of our nest… and I’ve already made a mess of us… and a mess of this. I can’t… I’m supposed to help you.” Despite his words, Virgil’s hands slowly land on Logan’s chest once more, though this time his touch is faint, threatening to pull away at any moment. 

He’s doubting himself, and Logan can see it. So, Logan sets his hands over Virgil’s own, panting softly as he insists “please.” 

Virgil stares at him, before nodding, and closing his eyes to think for a moment. His mind is clearly racing, as he rushes to come up with some sort of intelligent solution, before his eyes snap open. He seemingly has an idea.

He moves the useless bucket to the side, and guides Logan to lay back on their nest of blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes, immediately distracting Logan somewhat with the safe scent of Virgil surrounding him. 

“Virgil,” Logan vocalizes, “I’m not sure that being horizontal is opti… optim-” Logan shakes his head, “a good position for milking. Without my pumps, there’s not going to be any pulling or sucking to help draw the milk out. And… and it’ll get all over me.” His voice begins to waver with fluster as Virgil shuffles between his legs. 

Instinctively, Virgil’s tail begins to wag, subconsciously excited at the familiar position even if his mind is more focused on Logan’s swollen problems. 

“There’ll be a sucking force,” Virgil assures him, even if he sounds unsure himself. “Trust me, Logan. I’ll take care of you. That’s what I’m here for.” His forearm rests on their nest beside Logan’s head, and his fingers soothingly brush through Logan’s hair, rubbing affectionately over his ears. 

“I don’t understand your implication…” Logan mumbles, unwittingly leaning into Virgil’s pleasant affection. And so Virgil sucks in a deep breath, steadying himself, and then makes his intentions clear by slowly licking over one of Logan’s tits. 

His wet tongue against Logan’s equally damp nipple makes Logan immediately moan, and his head falls back with pleasure. 

“Virgil-” he whimpers, but this time Virgil shushes him.

“If I just drink it, then you won’t feel full, and there won’t be a mess, yeah?” Virgil looks up at Logan as he teases Logan briefly with his mouth, before wrapping his lips properly around Logan’s nipple. He sucks slowly, just a few times, until milk is splashing into his mouth, filling it with the sweet, lukewarm substance, and shivers at the cry Logan lets out. Virgil pulls away after, swallowing his mouthful without an ounce of hesitation, and wipes a drip from his chin with his shoulder. “Is that… is this okay?” 

Logan pants softly. He brings his knuckles to his lips, pressing his hand firmly over his mouth for a few seconds before nodding slowly. “It’s a bit… It's a bit unorthodox, but it’s amazing. Virgil, I-”

“Shh.” Virgil pets him firmly. His tail whips back and forth behind him feverously. “I’d never make you beg for relief. I told you I’d take care of you; let me take care of you. That’s my job.” 

Then, he lowers his face back down, his lips wrapping around one of Logan’s breasts while his fingers knead at it, pushing against the plump, swollen skin, and causing milk to spurt in powerful streams into his mouth. It splashes and gushes against his tongue, and Virgil’s repeatedly swallowing second after second to make sure hardly any spills out. Meanwhile Logan can’t help but moan at the feeling of Virgil’s lips rubbing and teasing his areola. His chest is sensitive normally, let alone when he needs to be milked, but he never thought Virgil’s mouth could top the already arousing suction from his pumps. 

As Virgil moans softly around his nipple, Logan’s chest arches upwards and into his mouth. He lets out a weak whimper of “Virgil,” and squeezes his thighs together, which unintentionally makes a rather lewd squelching sound and draws Virgil’s attention downwards instead. 

His lips pull away from Logan’s chest with a wet pop, and he hooks his fingers into Logan’s jeans instead. The scent of Logan’s arousal fills his senses. 

“You’re horny,” Virgil says, though it’s more of an excited observation than any sort of accusation. His tail is wagging with sheer excitement. 

Logan whimpers, but spreads his thighs apart, letting Virgil see the wet patch that’s soaked through his jeans. As Virgil’s fingers press against the dampened area, Logan pushes his knuckles over his mouth, stifling a rather pathetic moan. 

“God,” Virgil breathes. “I’d be lying if I said I don’t smell you whenever you pump. You always smell so hot and so aroused, but… is it always this intense? Are you always this turned on while being milked?” 

“Somewhat,” Logan mumbles. “You amplify it.” 

“I amplify it?” 

Logan’s head thuds against the soft pillow beneath him, which is wrapped in one of Virgil’s dirty shirts as a makeshift pillowcase. Virgil’s own familiar scent guides him to take in a deep breath, feeling overly safe and - with one of his breasts significantly less full - overly good. “You have to… have to remember what position we’re in. It feels like you’re going to… going to breed me.” 

Virgil’s tail somehow wags even faster at the idea, before he softens slightly. “I think if I tried to fuck you while sucking, milk would just end up all over us. But…” Virgil pulls away from Logan completely, which earns a needy whine from Logan as he pushes himself up slightly, breasts sloshing as he watches Virgil quickly shuffle out of his jeans. 

His boxers are very noticeably tented, and when Virgil quickly wriggles himself out of those, Logan can see he’s incredibly hard. Being both a werewolf and an alpha, Virgil’s cock is rather long when fully erect, and - due to his knot - rather thick around the base. 

Before Virgil even thinks about touching himself though, he’s stripping Logan of his pants and boxers as well, exposing Logan’s dripping cunt and leaking cock. Virgil’s fingers dip between Logan’s folds, and rubs up through the wet area, and towards the base of Logan’s cock, which resides where a typical clit would be.

“God,” Virgil breaths, before he impulsively dips his head between Logan’s thighs. His long, rough tongue slides against Logan’s vulva, with Logan’s juices gracing his tongue and making a mess of his lips. So much so that when he pulls his face away, Logan gets to see Virgil’s mouth and chin glistening with Logan’s own fluids. Then, Virgil’s crawling back over him, guiding Logan’s legs to wrap around his hips and pushing their cocks together, while his mouth presses against Logan’s own in a matter of seconds, overwhelming Logan’s tongue with the taste of his own arousal. 

As he does so, his hand crawls back up Logan’s body, and begins to massage at his full breast, causing milk to trickle out and onto his hand. 

“Virgil-” Logan whimpers, as his hips jut against Virgil’s own, “I’m-” 

Virgil’s moving to lick up the spillage before Logan can even comment on his chest leaking. 

His tongue teases the area around Logan’s areola, licking over his soft flesh, before once more his mouth wraps around Logan’s nipple, sucking softly as milk splashes instantly onto his tongue. While he does so, he plays with Logan’s other breast, pinching Logan’s nipple between his fingers and rolling it softly, causing Logan to writhe and moan beneath him. 

“Virgil,” Logan moans, louder this time. His cock slides messily against Virgil’s much larger one, making him gasp and whine repeatedly. Relief immediately fills his chest as he feels himself progressively empty, his tits no longer swelling and aching to accommodate for all the milk he’s been producing. 

Virgil pulls away from his torso, licking his lips. “Are you… is this helping?” 

Logan lets out a shaky breath. “Very much so.” 

“You taste good.” 

“Then, please,” Logan implores him, hands shakily reaching for Virgil’s shoulders, “keep going. I’m still- there’s still-” Struggling to find his words in this blur of pleasure, relief, and his quickly building release, Logan just looks down at his chest, hoping Virgil will understand his implication. And thankfully, Virgil does, though not before kissing Logan quickly first. 

As he resumes suckling - this time having directed his attention back to the original breast he began drinking from - he starts slowly moving his hips. Being so close to Logan overwhelms his senses with Logan’s smell; Logan’s pheromones, his hormones, his arousal. Logan smells good, and Logan smells like he’s feeling good, and as Virgil starts purposefully dragging their cocks together, that sweet, sweaty smell becomes further amplified within their nest. 

Though his mouth is full, Virgil wishes for nothing more than to praise Logan for being so good, and to apologize for stressing him out. But he can’t actively, and so his tongue rolls across Logan’s nipple instead, hoping the pleasure he provides says more than enough. 

Logan’s head presses back against the pillows while his nails dig into Virgil’s shoulders through his shirt. He moans as Virgil keeps sucking until he’s empty, and even after no milk is spilling from his tit, Virgil sucks a few more times to make sure. And when he pulls away and wipes his mouth, Logan fears he might come on the spot from just how attractive the visual is. 

“Why’ve you never let me drink your milk before? From the source?” Virgil asks, voice soft. 

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. “We’ve always had pumps,” he answers, “so there was no reason for this idea to ever develop.” 

Looking briefly guilty again, Virgil is quickly able to get over the now-broken pumps, because he’s too excited by where they are now. And frankly - now that he’s less achingly full - Logan doesn’t mind it much either. 

Virgil moves to his other nipple, sucking feverishly on it. Now that he’s had practice on one, he rather skillfully both sucks and pleases the other. His focus seems to be more on pleasing Logan than actually drinking now though, as between mouthfuls of milk he licks roughly or drags his teeth along the sensitive bud. Each scrape of Virgil’s sharp teeth sends jolts of pleasure through Logan’s hot body, and it’s only a matter of time before he’s completely empty, and feels massive physical and mental relief. 

As Virgil drinks down the last drops of milk from his chest, Logan lets out a shaking sigh of relief, before moaning outright when Virgil pulls away and directs most of his attention to frotting their cocks together. 

Logan feels a rush of juices spill out of him as Virgil grabs their cocks, pushing them together with his fingers and then pumping them in tandem. He cries out as his hips jerk, but that just encourages Virgil to stroke them faster. 

His palm drags along the underside of Logan’s shaft, while his thumb squeezes into his own, forcing them together. His hand slides easily along them, slick with the mixture of their pre, and Logan’s juices. 

“How are you feeling?” Virgil pants out, as Logan’s fingers press hard into his shoulders. His own face is flushed, as is Logan’s, and Virgil presses their foreheads together in order to keep their bodies as close as possible. 

“Good,” Logan whines, his voice sounding way more pathetic than he intends it too. His body trembles, and he’s a mess of noises and fluster as Virgil touches them. “Close.” 

“And… your chest?” 

Logan lets out a shaky breath as more and more precome spills out of him with each movement of Virgil’s hand, and each shift of Virgil’s hips, as their cocks are rubbed so intimately together. “Empty,” he eventually whimpers out, though his nipples pleasurably ache following Virgil’s sucking and teasing. 

Virgil nods at his answer, looking a mixture of relieved and overly aroused. His tail wags hard enough to guide his hips along with it, which only adds to the pleasure Logan’s feeling as their cocks are stroked and touched in tandem. 

“Virgil,” Logan cries, repeating his earlier admission of “close,” but Virgil doesn’t acknowledge it, nor do his movements slow. 

In fact, he almost seems to be driving to push Logan over the edge quickly and overwhelmingly, as he kisses Logan’s face, lips pressing against Logan’s sweaty forehead, his red cheeks, and then his parted lips. Logan moans the second their mouths press together, feeling heat course through him in waves, until Virgil nibbles at his bottom lip and murmurs “my pretty mate,” which is all that Logan needs to come spilling over the edge. 

His orgasm is enunciated with a loud cry of Virgil’s name, his back arching off their nest as his nails dig hard into Virgil’s body. Come spurts from his cock, splattering over Virgil’s hand and onto his own stomach as juices simultaneously gush out of him, wetting the space between his thighs as his cunt pulses. 

Virgil strokes him through his orgasm, seemingly intent on milking every part of him, until he’s whimpering in overstimulation and squirming. 

“Sweet thing,” Virgil coos at him. “Can I keep going? Please? I’m close too; I want to finish on you, mark you up completely with my scent.”

“Yes,” Logan moans, despite the fact he’s whining between breaths. 

Virgil is more than pleased with that answer though, kissing Logan roughly and breathlessly, drinking in Logan’s frequent noises as if he’s addicted to them. He keeps their cocks pressing and sliding together, both of them glistening with Logan’s mess. 

Virgil makes his own slew of noises to match Logan’s, as his pleasure reaches his peak. 

His orgasm is unannounced but expected, and Logan can’t help but shiver at the guttural groan Virgil lets out as he comes, further messing the space between them, even though neither of them seem to mind. He strokes their cocks a few more times as he fully finishes, before pulling away, and sitting temporarily back on his knees in order to admire the way Logan looks decorated in both of their semen. 

“My mate,” Virgil happily proclaims, as he rests his hands on Logan’s thighs, keeping them spread apart so he can properly appreciate Logan for just a few seconds more. Then, he pulls away, and grabs a spare shirt of his from the edges of their nest, using it to wipe Logan clean (and to rub his scent properly into Logan’s skin). Once Logan’s no longer covered in their mutual mess, Virgil is scampering around their blankets to gather up clothes. In the end, Logan ends up with a clean pair of boxers being tossed towards him, followed by a pair of Virgil’s sweatpants and one of Virgil’s hoodies, both having been recently worn and thus smelling intensely like him. Virgil watches with rapt attention as Logan slides them on. Then, he finds some clothes for himself to wear, and cuddles up to Logan’s side. 

As he wraps his arms around Logan’s midsection, spooning him from behind, he mumbles “sorry again… about your pumps.” 

Logan rubs his hand over Virgil’s, and eventually their fingers lace together. “It’s okay. It was an accident. And... and I've had these ones for years anyway. A replacement was surely on the horizon.” 

“What are you going to do until then?” 

“Well…” Logan trails off, clearly hesitating. “We should tell Janus they’re broken. The sooner I get a new pair, the better.” 

“Janus is going to think we’re destructive. He’s going to think I broke them on purpose out of spite! And then, if he thinks we’re reckless, he won’t want to keep us, and we’ll end up sold and-” 

Logan turns in Virgil’s arms, pushing a hand over Virgil’s mouth as he does. “You’re spiraling,” he warns Virgil, “none of that’s going to happen. He’s probably going to just ask what happened, and then replace them. That’s it. Probably.” 

“You don’t sound very sure,” Virgil worries, voice muffled against Logan’s palm. But they don't have much time to go around in circles, as Virgil immediately perks up suddenly, pulling Logan up with him. Logan’s held tightly against his chest, protectively gripped as Virgil’s ears twitch and he stares towards the wall. Then, Virgil’s frowning, and growling under his breath. “Speak of the devil, he’s here.” 

“He said he’d be stopping by,” Logan calmly explains. “He should be bringing supper.” 

“I don’t want to eat that shit.” 

Logan stands, pulling away from Virgil’s grasp. Virgil rushes to follow him, and entwines their fingers, squeezing Logan’s hand. “You must,” Logan insists, and despite his voice still quivering slightly, he leaves no room for argument. “If you don’t eat, you can’t keep your energy up. And you won’t be a very good farm dog if you’re too fatigued to do anything but sleep all day.” 

“I’m fine now, aren’t I?” 

Logan opens the door to their nest, peeking out of it and spotting Janus, who’s set two plates on the table in their dining area. “You need protein.” 

“I can get my own protein.” 

Frowning, Logan turns back to Virgil, and then steps out of the room, pulling Virgil with him. “Quit being stubborn,” he scolds. “You can dislike him, but you shouldn’t starve yourself to prove a point.” 

When Logan walks to the dining area, Virgil is forced to follow, refusing to let go of Logan’s hand. Janus looks up when he hears them approaching, and smiles at the two of them. He very slightly tilts a plate to let them see the eggs and sauce he’s made. 

“Eggs in purgatory,” Janus sings, playfully. “It’s good; I promise.” 

Virgil scrunches his nose up in distrust, but Logan just nods his head. “Thank you.”

“You guys are free to come eat in the main house, if you’d like,” Janus then offers. “That way, if you want seconds, I can easily bring them to you.” 

Virgil interjects before Logan can even speak, insisting “no thanks. We’re perfectly fine eating alone.” 

Janus looks towards Logan to gather his thoughts, but Logan just squeezes Virgil’s hand, and says nothing, silently agreeing with Virgil’s proclamation even if he personally would have worded it differently. And so, Janus nods. 

“Alright. Well, if you want any more, feel free to come knock. There’s sure to be plenty of leftovers.” 

“Duly noted. Thanks.” 

Janus gives them both another smile, even though neither of them return it, and then leaves. Logan sits down in front of one of the plates, but Virgil lingers, staring angrily at the red sauce and yolk-filled eggs. 

“Come try a bite of mine,” Logan then says, as he cuts open an egg, a beautiful yellow-orange colour spilling out from it and mixing in with the spices and herbs. “Your metabolic system is much faster than mine; if there’s any sort of poison or sedatives, then this bite will be too small to hurt you in any way, but you’ll still be able to taste if it’s off.”

Virgil finally pulls out his seat, and sits down. 

“That way, you’ll be keeping me safe,” Logan then encourages, as he holds his palm beneath his forkful, catching the splatters of sauce that drip down off the prongs. 

“If I taste anything off, I’m going to tear him apart,” Virgil huffs, fingers curled into fists on his thighs. “I won’t let him hurt you.” 

“I know. Say ‘ah.’” 

Begrudgingly, Virgil opens his mouth, and pulls the egg from Logan’s fork with just his teeth, avoiding chewing it for as long as possible. Logan - who’s pretty convinced Janus did not spike the food - watches him with a raised eyebrow. 

When Virgil finally bites down, his jaw moves slowly, before finally he sighs and his shoulder slump. As he swallows, his eyes glance up at Logan. “There’s no poison,” he mutters. 

“I know.” 

Virgil leans over their table, grabbing his own fork and poking his food with it. Eventually, he stabs a solid piece, and brings it to his mouth, eating it despite being clearly grumpy. Logan seems satisfied though, and turns to his own food, trying a bite himself. Though he heard Janus describe it, he’s still pleasantly surprised at the mix of flavors and utilization of the eggs, and honestly it’s a pretty filling meal to have after the day he’s had. 

Beneath the table, Virgil’s foot affectionately rubs against his ankle, and both of them eat in content silence.

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Virgil frowns as he watches Janus head out to his car, very early Saturday morning. 

Janus had already done the morning chores, and brought Virgil and Logan breakfast (though Logan's portion sat uneaten on their table, as Logan was sleeping in this Saturday due to not having much to do until at least the afternoon), but watching him switch between using his phone and starting his car has Virgil feeling a weird pang of anxiety. 

So, he heads over, sniffing at the small vehicle just to get its scent. It was unlike their old owners' truck, which smelt rusty and dirty, and was coated in muck and dust. Janus's car wasn't nice, but it was visibly out of place on a farm. Janus notices him as soon as he comes over, and avoids getting into the car. 

"Where are you going?" Virgil asks once he's close enough. He spots a few cartons of eggs sitting in Janus's passenger seat, with excess eggs situated in a basket on the floorboard. 

"The market," Janus answers earnestly. "Logan mentioned something about selling the extra eggs we gather, and there really are way more eggs than I know what to do with. Besides, it'll be good to meet some of my grandparent's friends." 

Virgil shuffles a bit closer. "Why are you bringing the cartons?" 

"Just to carry the eggs in. Patton told me most people who want eggs bring their own empty cartons or metal crates, so I won't be selling off my own. God knows I'd run out of places to store the eggs if I did." Slowly, Janus stretches his hand out towards Virgil. Virgil sniffs towards it, but then scowls and pushes Janus's hand away. 

"Why didn't Remus and Roman show up yesterday?" 

Janus pauses, and then frowns. "I don't... I don't know. They are supposed to come Friday's, right?" 

"Mhm." 

"I don't have their contact information. I'll ask Patton to reach out to them; he'd know their numbers or something, right?" 

Frowning, Virgil crosses his arms over his chest. "How the hell am I supposed to know?" 

Momentarily, Janus goes silent, and then sighs. "I suppose you aren't. But don't worry; I'll get everything sorted. I apologize for this shift in your typical routine... I can't imagine it's pleasant." Virgil rolls his eyes, as if that's obvious, and so Janus clears his throat and asks "well, would you want anything from the market? Since I'm going?" 

Immediately, Virgil turns. "I don't need anything from you," he mutters, and makes his way back to his barn. 

Janus watches him go, sighs again, and then settles into the driver's seat, pulling out of the driveway moments later. 

Virgil steps back into his and Logan's area as he hears the distant sounds of a car rumbling away from the farm, and glares at the cooling plate of food. Without being able to use their stove, and lacking a microwave, Logan was going to have to either eat his breakfast cold, or they were going to have to wait for Janus to get back and ask him to reheat it. Either way - in Virgil's opinion - Logan was being slighted, and it had him entering their nest with his fingers curled into fists at his sides. 

He storms around the edge of their nest for a solid few minutes, pacing back and forth as he switches between being upset about breakfast, being upset by the lack of Remus and Roman (and how if they don't come until next week the fridges holding the goat and cow milk will no doubt fill completely, and product will end up wasted), and being upset by Janus just leaving the farm. 

Then, Logan ends up yawning and rolling over slightly, catching Virgil's attention. 

Logan was still sound asleep, with the occasional kick of his leg or twitch of his ear being the only movements he makes. His face lays halfway against a pillow that was freshly dressed in the sweaty shirt Virgil had been wearing the day before, and Virgil's tail can't help but wag when he hears Logan take in a deep breath, and then press himself further against the item, as if he was desperate for Virgil to be so close. 

It helps ground his anger... at least temporarily, and he kneels at the edge of their nest as he tries his best to dissect his own thoughts the same way Logan would typically help him deconstruct him. 

Breakfast being cold was the least of Virgil's problems. It was more of Logan's problem if anything, and though Virgil was annoyed on Logan's behalf, he knows Logan won't care that much. He'd likely instruct Janus on how to properly reheat things (as Virgil knows Logan hates microwaved food anyway), or just suck it up and eat it cold if he really didn't want to interact with their farmhand. Certain foods could be tolerated at room temperature. At least that's what Logan would say if they ever became too distracted to eat right away. 

And Remus and Roman not showing up probably has a good reason behind it. There have been very few times since they'd been purchased by Mr. and Mrs. Dolion that Remus and Roman had missed the pickup date, and each time it was because of something big. Like their tire blowing up on the highway, or having to accompany their dad to court. And Roman at the very least would always apologize, while Remus wouldn't spare a single detail of what had kept them away. And as long as they weren't dead, then they'd be here at their next available convenience, which could very well be later today. 

The last issue was the most bothersome in Virgil's opinion, but probably the most irrational. 

Mr. and Mrs. Dolion left the farm all the time. Markets, stores, general outings. Sure, they took care of things around the place, but Virgil would guess they were gone just as often as they were around. 

Logan and Virgil were expected to take care of quite a lot on their own. And that's what Virgil feels like he's being forced to take. Take care of things around the farm. Even though he already checked everything and confirmed it was done (as Janus had already fed the chickens, checked for eggs, milked the cows and the goats), he still feels like he has to do that stuff. But as he sniffs at Logan's sleep clothes - which are big and baggy and are all actually Virgil's - he knows that he really doesn't have to do anything. Janus had done more than their previous owners had, and for some reason Virgil's upset with him for it. And as he actually processes that, he feels the last of his irritation dissipate, and he takes a deep breath in and long exhale out as his negativity melts away. 

With his mind no longer burdened by stress, he lays down beside Logan, and spoons him from behind. He grabs Logan gently to try and avoid waking him, but then holds him tight, which seems to only amplify Logan's comfort. As Virgil feels Logan's tail flick against his thighs, he presses a small kiss to Logan's neck, and then just lays like that for a bit, relishing in Logan's company. 

Meanwhile Janus spots the plentiful stalls set up in this beautiful grassy area, covered in wildflowers. There's a few other cars parked deep into the grass, but not many. Only about four, which doesn't account for the amount of people Janus sees bustling about. 

As he parks next to one of the trucks, somebody else leaving their car spots him, and immediately comes over to greet him. 

"Howdy, neighbour," she says, tipping the straw hat on her head forward. Her words address Janus before Janus is even completely out of his car. "You must be the Dolion's grandson. You've been the talk of the town all week. Sorry about his passing." 

"It's fine," Janus awkwardly replies. He sees she's holding two baskets filled with wild berries, that look significantly more succulent than anything Janus has ever spotted in stores.

She gives him a sympathetic smile, before motioning to the eggs in his passenger side. "Say, friend, you need a hand with all those? Your grandfather's stall is still set up; we've all been too sentimental to even think about takin' it down. But since you've decided to take things over for him, it's only right for his space to be passed along to you. We can get your eggs fixed up all pretty, and then my kid and I can take you 'round to meet the locals. They've been dyin' to see you." 

Janus doesn't exactly know how he feels about his reputation preceding him, but he supposes they don't exactly know much about him other than the fact he's Mr. Dolion's grandson, and he's taken over the farm. And honestly, Janus is relieved to not have to carry as much, as both the woman and her son come over to carefully lift the eggs before Janus even accepts her help. She takes the basket and slides it onto the arm that's not holding anything, and then takes a carton, while her son - who looks to be about teen aged - grabs the remaining amount. 

"Thank you," Janus says, as he rushes to shut his car door and lock it as they already begin walking away from him. 

The woman smiles at him. "No problem! We all help each other out here. We're a community. And your grandparents were staples in it."

Janus doesn't even remember being taken to the market as a kid, but he's sure he must have. He remembers honey sticks suddenly lining their cabinets over the weekend, and new placemats set out every so often, and he's able to trace those back to here as he passes stalls that sell exactly those. But what he especially doesn't remember are hybrids ever being this ingrained into the farming lifestyle. 

He'd always known they existed, of course. They just weren't this common. 

And yet, there's a buzzing bee hybrid next to the farmer at their honey stall, with flitting wings and a sharp stinger. There's also a spider hybrid spinning small mats, with eight eyes and multiple arms. It's uncanny, and yet intriguing. 

Janus can't help but blurt "since when did everybody start adopting hybrids?" 

The woman he's walking with chuckles, and sets Janus's eggs down on a painted stall. It's a simple light grey, with two yellow handprints on the ledge where purchases would be made. Janus stares at it as he thinks of his grandparents painting each other's palms and pressing them down together. She guides her kid to carefully set down Janus's cartons, before answering "when it became convenient. Hybrid products are incredibly high quality, and the hybrids themselves are rather easily pleased." 

Janus snorts, and under his breath mutters "speak for yourself." 

"A few hybrid stores are popping up here and there. Not all of 'em are built for farms though. Couple friends of mine - city folk - recently took in a cat hybrid. It's nice to have a roommate who's able to have intelligent conversations, and yet are incredibly pleased with just some scratches under their chin." 

"But they're not affordable." 

The woman laughs. "They're worth their price, though! Your grandpa saw their value; that's why he got two! They practically ran that farm. Gave your pops more time with his missus." 

Janus's lips press into a thin line. He doesn't match her enthusiasm once he thinks a bit harder about it. They're taken care of, sure, but they don't have much. Janus saw little enrichment in their barn, and Janus recalls Logan saying they weren't even allowed to use the stove. He wants to ask if maybe, just maybe, their more human sides should be taken into account. Surely they're human enough to recognize they're often getting the short end of the stick, right? At least Logan and Virgil seem to be. But the woman speaks before he can. 

As she sets a steady hand on Janus's shoulder, she exclaims "good luck with your eggs! And with the farm. If you ever need anything, you've got a community with us! I'll push some people your way so you can introduce yourself to some new pals." And then her and her son head off, heading right over to the bee hybrid who winces when the kid touches her stinger as they pass, but just bites her lip and puts her head down after, while the farmer with her hands over a few honey sticks in exchange for a dollar. Janus feels a pit form in his stomach. 

Still, he settles into a stool already positioned behind the stall. It's splintering, and looks like it was made decades ago, but it keeps him upright and that's all that matters.

While Janus waits for people to come over to him, Virgil impatiently waits for Logan to wake up. 

His arms are wrapped lovingly around Logan's sides, but just holding him is all he's been doing for the past hour. Typically Logan doesn't sleep in this late, though Virgil knows why he is. His hands slide slowly up Logan's stomach, before resting on Logan's breasts, which are empty of milk. His chest is still pudgy, just less so. 

With Logan's pumps still broken, Virgil had taken it upon himself to make sure Logan never went a few days without experiencing relief. Though his mouth around Logan's nipple always seemed to excite them both, and they ended up having sex frequently. 

Though now Logan's clearly exhausted, and he's sleeping so deep that he doesn't stir at all when Virgil impulsively squeezes his tits. 

But Virgil wants him. It's hard not to want Logan when he's laying so pretty, legs tucked up and tail swishing every so often, tickling Virgil's thighs through his dirt-covered jeans. It causes Virgil to bury his face harder against Logan's neck, drawing in deep breaths as he internalizes Logan. Even when asleep, Logan's good at making him feel calm. But Logan's also good at working him up. And Virgil's unable to resist the urge to squish Logan's breasts again, and properly rub this time, which has Logan letting out a soft, sleepy whine, but otherwise remaining completely asleep. 

Virgil lets out a shaky breath at the sound, and forces himself to pull away. 

He rolls onto his back, staring at Logan's back as Logan continues to sleep soundly. It was so unfair how everything Logan did was so... attractive, even when it shouldn't be. 

Virgil sets a hand on Logan's back, slipping it beneath Logan's shirt and against his soft skin, which Virgil rubs wholesomely at first. His fingers are light against Logan's flesh, caressing him fondly, before his palm falls further down to Logan's ass, which he gropes with a deep flush on his face. Again, Logan emits a sleepy-sounding noise, but nothing properly coherent yet. However, his noises all sound so... lewd, and Virgil finally sits up as he decides to give into his instincts. 

With just enough force to complete his goal, Virgil carefully rolls Logan onto his back, and then tugs down Logan's baggy pants. When he bends so that his face is situated between Logan's thighs, he's more than pleased to smell his own scent mixed against Logan's. It has his hips raising and tail wagging as he takes a few moments to just sniff Logan, pressing his face against the squishy flesh and forcing himself not to bite and suck at the skin like he so desperately wants to do. Sure, he wants Logan up for the day , but he's not going to startle him awake! He'll take his time. With all the stress infecting their daily lives - from their owner's death, to Janus's arrival, to Logan's pumps being broken - doing something slow and simply would probably be appreciated by Logan, who Virgil wants to please more than anything. 

The waistband of Logan's boxers are slowly brought down Logan's thighs until they're off his legs completely. Virgil brings the underwear to his mouth just to further smell Logan, and can't help moaning as Logan's musk floods his senses. 

He has to convince himself to drop the boxers as he wants nothing more than to just roll around with them, bite them, and hump them, but Logan's body itself is way more enticing. 

Logan's legs are spread slightly, with his limp cock laying against his cunt. 

Virgil cautiously pushes Logan's legs further apart, and slides between them, getting comfy within their nest and between Logan's thighs, as he begins to mouth lightly at Logan's tip. 

Logan's cock twitches at his touch, and Logan's breath hitches, but Virgil doesn't pause. His mouth runs against the slit of Logan's cock, and then his lips travel down the length of Logan's shaft, continuing to kiss and lick it as it progressively hardens. Virgil's attention stays mostly focused on the base of Logan's length until it's hard enough to reveal Logan's cunt, now unobstructed by his shaft. And that's what Virgil really wants. 

He kisses Logan's vulva before jumping right into dragging his tongue through Logan's labia, which has him shivering in excitement at the taste of Logan spreading through his mouth. 

He can see the goosebumps that arise across Logan's legs at his touch, but he can also smell the start of Logan's arousal as it begins to radiate off him as a result of Virgil's licking. The smell of Logan's enjoyment further accelerates Virgil's sex-driven brain, and he finds himself no longer in the mood to tease. Instead, he licks through Logan's labia a second time, before focusing his actions on Logan's vagina, which he begs to pleasure with his tongue. 

He's eaten Logan out plenty of times before, so this is nothing new to him, and yet he finds himself excited as if this is their first time all over again. Logan's cunt presses so hard against his face that as juices begin to flow out of Logan in slow pulses, Virgil finds his chin covered in them. And when Logan squirms, thighs closing instinctively around the pleasure being directed to his cunt and his head pressing hard against the pillow behind him, Virgil is left anticipating when he'll inevitably process what's actually going on. 

"V..." Logan mumbles in his sleep. His eyebrows are creased high, and his mouth slightly ajar. He solely gets the consonant out of his mouth, but is still too unconscious to properly enunciate his feelings. But Virgil knows Logan's saying his name. Logan's moaning out for him. 

What was he dreaming about? Was he dreaming about Virgil? Was his mind filled with images and scenes of Virgil giving him head? 

Virgil hopes so. 

He moans softly against Logan's labia, causing Logan to moan in turn. A breathy, pleasured noise falls from Logan's lips, followed by a whine as Virgil runs his hands gently over Logan's shaft, not intending to neglect any part of him. 

As Virgil begins to stroke Logan's cock, more juices rush into his open mouth, all of which Virgil swallows down eagerly. He uses his calves to bunch up a lot of the clothes and blankets beneath him into a mound he can rest and roll his hips against, while still licking eagerly. 

He switches between rather skillfully wriggling his tongue into Logan's vagina and rather sloppily licking over Logan's labia, unable to keep himself grounded to one specific area due to how intensely good Logan smells, how amazing he tastes, and how incredible Virgil wants to make him feel. 

"Vi..." Logan gasps, louder this time. 

Virgil raises his head, his lips slick with Logan's arousal. He watches as Logan's eyes scrunch and then relax, but never open. His fingers open and close repeatedly to his side, as though searching for Virgil but not being able to find him. Virgil reaches over to give his hand a squeeze, and then leans over him to kiss Logan's chest through his shirt, before resuming his position. 

He knows Logan's not in as deep of a slumber as he was before, and it's tantalizing. At what point will he fully realize what's going on? What will he say? How will they progress? 

As soon as Virgil's tongue presses flat against Logan's cunt again, Logan's thighs tense around his head, forcing Virgil harder up against him. Not that Virgil minds in the slightest. He breathes hard against Logan's vagina, panting between each lick and kiss, and each thrust of his tongue properly into Logan's body. Logan's thighs press and relax in an inconsistent rhythm, occasionally pressing so hard that Virgil feels pressure in his head. It makes him groan against Logan's cunt, which continues to stimulate Logan. 

Until finally, Virgil feels a hand set itself in his hair. 

"Virgil..." Logan breathes. His voice is groggy, as if he's just woken up, which in all fairness he has. Logan's face is flushed, and his ears twitch excitedly. "Are you..." he trails off as Virgil pulls away from his nether region, juices connecting Logan's cunt to Virgil's protruding tongue. 

"You were too tempting," Virgil murmurs, as he licks his lips. "And, Janus is away. No better time than now to give you a treat." 

Logan bites his bottom lip, and then reaches around for his glasses, which he clumsily finds among their nest. "A treat?" he repeats, propping himself onto his elbows. He slides his glasses onto his face, though he quickly looks away from Virgil as he softly says "you know I like treats." 

"Do you like this one?" 

"Very much so." 

"How did you sleep?" 

"Fine," Logan begins to answer, as Virgil lowers his head back down, resuming his actions. Logan whines, but keeps talking, his words slightly slurred as his brain lags just a bit behind him. "I didn't dream or- or anything. Not at first, anyway." 

Virgil sucks on the base of Logan's cock, which had become slick with a mixture of juices and spit as Virgil had licked through Logan's cunt. "Does that imply you ended up dreaming about something?" 

"You're asking as though you already know the answer." 

Virgil grins, tail quickly swishing back and forth behind him, as his hips rut into the blankets beneath him. "Maybe I do. You make noises in your sleep. When I'm touching you, at least." 

"I can only imagine why." 

Snickering, Virgil's tongue slots back into Logan's vagina, pleasuring his hole as Logan gasps and falls back against the pillow behind him. Virgil listens as Logan takes in deep breaths through his nose, indulging in the arousal that permeates their room. He can smell his own faint pheromones mixed with Virgil's intense ones, filling the breathable air around him. Each inhale makes his mind feel fuzzy and his body feel hot as he thinks about Virgil between his thighs. 

"I, uh, was dreaming about you. But I assume you've interpreted that." 

Virgil moans against Logan's cunt, before dragging his lips up Logan's shaft. "You were moaning out my name. Unless you're letting some other 'Vi' rub on you." 

"Never. Just you. And what I was dreaming of wasn't that different to- to real life." Logan clears his throat as Virgil kisses up Logan's shaft, before licking the pre from his slit, making Logan's hips jerk upwards and causing a sensitive cry to spill  from his lips. "You were still... still eating me out... and-" 

Logan can't finish his sentence with all of Virgil's licking. He goes back to digging his tongue deep into Logan, tongue-fucking his vagina with vigor as he's spurred on by how pretty Logan sounds when his voice breaks. And Logan no longer even tries to stop his legs from closing on Virgil's body, keeping his face pressed against his cunt while the heels of his feet dig into Virgil's back, unintentionally forcing Virgil's hips down harder against the mound he's humping against. In response, Virgil grinds down harder, pushing his bulge into the small, comfortable structure as he envisions breeding Logan while pressed so intimately against him. 

Virgil adores giving him head, if not for inherently selfish reasons. Being this close overwhelms all of his senses with Logan. 

His sounds. His smells. His pheromones. 

It makes Virgil almost drunk on his scent, and he's excited to be that way, as it guarantees Logan's pleasure. Logan's comfort. Logan's safety. 

It's as though he can smell Logan's happiness just as easily as he can taste Logan's pleasure as it gushes around his tongue, flooding his taste buds and clenching around him as Logan tenses his thighs whilst attempting to grind against Virgil's face, which Virgil lets him do. His hands grasp Logan's thighs so tightly that it almost seems like he's trying to urge Logan to crush him further. His nails dig into Logan's fat flesh, scratching at his stretch marks and groping his cellulite. 

Logan can't speak any further. He doesn't even try to describe the rest of his dream, but he doesn't really need to. Breathy gasps and moans spill from him in a continuous stream while he grabs the closest article of clothing he can find - which happens to be one of Virgil's shirts - and holds it close to his face, moaning and breathing against it. Not only is the air he breathes now filtered through Virgil's musk, but Logan's further flooded with a mixture of their arousal as Virgil's humping becomes more desperate and sporadic. Both of them are close, and both of them can tell. 

Virgil similarly makes constant noises against Logan's cunt, gulping down the steady stream of juices that drip over his tongue. Beneath Logan is a pile of slick, sticky and glistening as both his holes no doubt have the instinctual desire to be filled. As Virgil's hands slide beneath Logan to squeeze his ass, he shivers when he feels his fingers immediately become wet with slick, and it only drives him deeper into his own pleasure. 

He feels as Logan arches up slightly to add his hand onto the many forces keeping Virgil pressed down, moaning into the shirt he's still gripping. "Virgil!" he cries, as his body swells with pure heat. "Alpha!" 

The word comes from him like a dumb plea, which has Virgil moaning against Logan's cunt, sending sparks through Logan's abdomen and up to his head. 

With a desperate cry, Logan's wet eyes roll back into his head as he comes, semen spilling from his cock as juices gush from his cunt, making a mess of both himself and Virgil while their nest absorbs the rest. If that ecstatic orgasm fully woke Logan up, then the blissful aftershocks lull him back into a state of relaxation. He whines and digs his feet harder into Virgil's back as Virgil continues lapping at his cunt and swallowing the come that's spilled out of him, until eventually Virgil's tongue rescinds from his vagina and he just pushes his face into Logan's sweaty thighs as he humps up to his climax. 

The groan he lets out as he comes in his boxers reverberates against Logan's legs before Logan is firmly pushing his head away, leaving Virgil to roll over off the pile of blankets he'd been straddling and onto the nest. 

They stay separate for mere minutes before Virgil is cuddling up to Logan's side, his tail making a soft whack sound every time it hits the nest while wagging constantly. As Virgil snuggles up against Logan's chest, he murmurs "good afternoon. Properly." 

Logan huffs out a small laugh, before resting his hand against Virgil's ears, which he scratches softly. Virgil squeezes him tighter at the affection. "Good afternoon to you, too. How long have you been up?" 

"A couple hours. Maybe more. Maybe less. I haven't really done anything." 

Logan sighs, and one of his eyes crack open slowly. "Does that mean morning chores still need to be completed?" 

"No, no." Virgil frowns. "Janus already took care of them all. He had most of them done before I was even awake." 

"You said he was away. Is he at the store?" 

Virgil kisses Logan's chest, before slowly helping Logan sit up, which Logan begrudgingly does. "He's at the farmer's market," Virgil curtly replies, before fetching Logan's boxers and pajama pants. "I don't know when he'll be back, but I don't care to know. He can sleep at the farmer's market, for all I care." 

With his hands still shaky following his pleasant orgasm, Logan uses the shirt he'd been huffing to clean himself off before sliding his pajamas back on. Once he's dressed, Virgil helps him stand, though he's briefly unbalanced on his feet. "I doubt he's going to spend long out there," Logan replies, in response to Virgil's muttering. "He doesn't know anybody. At least, I don't think he does. And the locals can be very pushy, which doesn't seem like the type of thing Janus enjoys." 

"He brought eggs to sell." 

"A lot of them?" 

"Enough to keep him there for a while if he plans to sell them all." Virgil walks Logan out of their nest, and into their main room, where Logan frowns when he sees a discarded plate on the table. 

"He brought breakfast," Logan observes, which has Virgil nodding. Logan squeezes Virgil's arm as he says "why didn't you wake me up to eat it?" 

Virgil pushes Logan down onto a chair in the living room, and brings him the cold plate of food. "You seemed tired," Virgil earnestly explains. "I didn't want to wake you in the middle of a deep rest, especially since we were up late doing... things." 

Logan accepts the meal even though he ends up just poking at it. Virgil squishes himself into the chair beside Logan, with both of them sinking deep into the cheap cushions. As Logan grimaces and stabs a cold piece of scrambled egg to his mouth, there's suddenly a knock on the barn door. 

Immediately, Virgil's leaping up, and stalking close to the door. Logan meanwhile sets the fork down, bite still uneaten. 

"Who is it?" Logan asks, as Virgil sniffs through the wood. Virgil's instantaneous frown says it all. 

"Janus." 

"Hm. Maybe everybody wanted eggs today."

Virgil groans. "Ugh. Of course they would." With bitter resignation, Virgil opens up their door, letting in Janus who's standing there with a small bag. 

"Good morning, Logan," he greets, as he steps inside, noticing Logan just past the doorway. When he catches sight of Logan's food, a flash of concern flickers over his features. "Was there something about breakfast you didn't like?" 

"No. I just woke up." 

Janus looks confused, and glances outside to remind himself of the sun being so high in the sky, signifying it's a bit past noon. But he doesn't say anything about Logan's sleep, and instead asks "do you want me to heat it up for you?" 

Logan musters a thin, polite smile, and hands Janus his plate. "That'd be appreciated. Thanks." 

Janus sets the plate back on the table temporarily, before he sets his bag on there too. "I'll do that in just a second. While I'm here, I got you both some stuff at the market. I asked Virgil if either of you would want anything, but he said nothing particularly, so I just grabbed some stuff I felt might be fitting." 

As Virgil crosses his arms over his chest, Logan stands to curiously peek into the bag in hopes of gauging its contents. 

The first thing pulled out of it is a handful of honey sticks, which do make both Virgil and Logan smile a bit. "Treats," Virgil says, as he reaches for two. He uses his sharp teeth to rip them open, and then hands one to Logan while he sucks on one of his own. He greedily drinks his down, but Logan takes his time with his, letting the sweet honey marinate on his tongue as he lets his stomach appreciate his first bit of food for today. 

"'Treats' is more accurate than you think," Janus mumbles, as he pulls out a small bag of actual treats shortly thereafter. They look like dog treats in shape - simple circles that are a bit thicker than a wafer - and when Janus opens the bag and tilts it towards Virgil, he instinctively sniffs, and his tail starts wagging immediately after. 

Logan leans forward to smell them too, and he also seems excited by their existence. "What are they?" he asks, as he leans a bit forward. 

"Hybrid treats," Janus explains. "I don't know exactly what they're made with. Some woman selling them just said she bakes them at home, and any hybrid she offers them to seems to like them. I asked if they were made with catnip or anything, and she said no, so as far as I'm aware it's drug free." He smiles at the joke he's made, but Virgil and Logan don't seem amused as much as they are fixated. They stare at the bag, before blinking and looking up at Janus. 

Nervously, Virgil fidgets with his hands as he asks "can we... may we have one?" 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "Of course you can," he slowly answers, as he hands the bag over to Logan. "They're for you two. You can have as many as you want." 

"Really?" Virgil asks, as his tail starts to sway behind him. He looks between Logan and Janus, as if expecting Janus to laugh in his face or Logan to tell him that Janus was lying, but nothing comes. So, Virgil rushes to hand a treat to Logan, and takes one himself, with them both excitedly scarfing it down. 

Virgil's smile is immediate, and his tail starts wagging faster as he takes the bag to the living room where he lays with it on their sofa, rubbing himself into the blankets before looking expectantly at Logan, who moves to join him initially, before he's being stopped by Janus resting a careful hand on his arm. 

"Before you get too comfortable," Janus starts, placing the back of his hand against Logan's forehead, "are you feeling alright? You slept in late, and you look rather flushed. Do you feel ill?" 

Logan's cheeks go bright red, and he steps away from Janus's touch. "No. I feel fine. Just slept under a bunch of blankets last night." 

Though Janus looks as though he knows Logan's lying, he doesn't comment on it, and instead closes his bag and nods. "Okay. But if anything changes, please let me know." He then grins as he looks at Virgil, who's actively chewing on a second snack while fighting back the urge to grab a third before Logan's gotten the opportunity to have another. "I'll make sure to grab some more treats when I visit the market again next week, since you two seem to like them so much. And I'll go ahead and reheat your breakfast. I planned on making lunch when I got back, too; do you want me to bring you a portion now, or do you want to wait a bit since you're a meal behind?" 

"He'll take it now," Virgil answers on Logan's behalf. Logan finally moves towards him, and lets Virgil feed him a treat, before cuddling against him. The tips of his horns press into Virgil's throat as Virgil pulls him close. "Are you leaving the honey sticks too?" 

"I figured I would. You'll eat them, right?" 

Virgil feeds Logan another treat as he answers "absolutely." 

"Then I'll leave them right on your table for you two to indulge whenever you please." Janus smiles, and this time his shoulder relax slightly when he gets a smile back from both of them. "Is there anything else you guys need from me before I come back with lunch?" 

"No," Virgil responds, at the same time Logan answers "I don't think so." 

Janus nods. "Okay. Then I'll leave you guys be. Don't worry about chores the rest of the night, either. I'll take care of it. Today feels like a bit of a lazy day, huh?" 

He gets affirmative hums in response, which has Janus taking it as a signal for him to step out. As soon as he's backed up from the barn, he sighs again, though it's not out of any sort of aggravation. It's admittedly out of relief. The past week had been okay, albeit tense between him and the hybrids. Janus was trying to give them space to both grieve the loss of their old owner while also adjusting to their new one, and as far as he could tell that bit of grace seemed to be working. This sort of minor acceptance was a lot better than open bitterness, at least!

Feeling a bit better than he did when he was actually at the market, Janus makes his way back to his house, and prepares to whip up a nice lunch (and fix up Logan's breakfast). And hopefully, the rest of the day could be spent with all three of them taking it nice and easy.

Chapter Text

Though Janus hasn't met the twins yet, he sure hears them as they barrel down his gravel driveway. Their truck kicks up hefty amounts of dirt and dust, and initially Janus thinks a windstorm is blowing with the way small pebbles go flying everywhere! 

However, as Janus peeks through his living room window and sees two grown men basically wrestling in the front seat of a pickup truck before the car's even parked, he realizes it's just them. He wasn't expecting them, despite the fact it is Friday. Since they hadn't come the previous week, Janus just forgot about their existence entirely! But it's good they came this week, as Janus was in fact running out of space to store the unpasteurized milk. He hadn't milked the cows and goats yet this morning, and he's rather thankful he didn't, as he wouldn't have had any space in the fridge to store it. Now he doesn't have to waste any (which saves him a likely lecture from Virgil, who seemed initially tense over the idea of spoiling product). 

The back of their truck is filled with empty milk jugs, which were likely taken during their last pickup, and are now being brought back in exchange for this week's (and last week's) milk. As the twins step out of their car, they're still bickering, but they're carrying two baskets full of stuff. They head up Janus's porch, and knock loudly. 

If Janus hadn't already been up for the day, he'd be cranky upon hearing their careless banging, and continuous arguing outside of his home. 

He idles in front of his door for a second, sipping slowly at his freshly brewed coffee, before he finally opens the door. Immediately, the two men are barging inside, with the taller and thinner of the two dropping the basket he was holding on the ground the second he's stepped into Janus's living room. 

"Holy shit!" he exclaims, getting right in Janus's face. Janus cringes as he stares at the man's unkempt mustache and gets a noseful of his sour breath. "What the hell's wrong with your face?" 

"Remus!" the other, more muscly one scolds - meaning he must be Roman - "you can't just ask people what's wrong with their face!" 

"But it's fucked up!" Remus's hands plant themselves on Janus's cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over the pale splotches that stand out against his tan skin. "He's like... half white and half black." 

"Remus!" 

Janus grabs one of Remus's wrists and forcefully pulls it away. He turns to set his coffee mug down on the nearby end table seated next to the sofa, before clearing his throat. "It's called vitiligo," he bristles, "and I don't particularly fancy being grabbed and inspected like some sort of bug." 

Roman sets down his own basket of goods, and grabs Remus by the shoulders, pulling him away from Janus.

Remus openly pouts. "But you're way cooler than a bug." 

"Shut up, Remus!" Roman hisses, before moving to step in front of his brother. Roman is a direct contrast to Remus; he's cleanshaven, his hair has been neatly combed through, and when he's close enough to shake Janus's hand, his breath smells like fresh mint. "Sorry about my brother. He's... eccentric." 

"Dick," Remus mutters, but Roman just shoots him a glare. 

"Sorry about last Friday as well. We were with Mrs. Dolion... or I guess your grandmother, to help her move into her new apartment. She's been very... downcast, obviously, so we were unpacking stuff and making sure she was eating and everything until she finally kicked us out and told us she could handle herself." 

Janus snickers softly. "That does sound like her." 

"We brought snacks and stuff, too," Roman then adds, fetching his container off the floor and passing it into Janus's hands, even though Janus immediately plants the heavy basket on the couch. "To trade for the milk. We didn't know if you wanted anything specific, so we just brought a bunch of stuff, and you can let us know next week what you liked, what you didn't like, if you want something specific..." 

"We live closer to town than anyone else out here does," Remus interjects, "so if you want shitty processed shit pumped full of MSG then we can get that for you, too. Your grandpa liked a bottle of coke every now and then, and your grandma would fuck up a bag of potato chips." 

"What I'd like most right now is for you two to get all the damn milk out of my fridge. It's full." 

Roman rubs the back of his head. "Sorry. We'll... get right on that." 

As Janus sits down next to Roman's basket, the twins themselves head back outside, walking out to the barn like they'd no doubt done hundreds of times before. They left Janus's door open, but were kind enough to at least shut the screen, so Janus has a good view of them unloading empty jugs and reloading full jugs into the back of their pickup. 

While they busy themselves gathering the unpasteurized jugs, Janus combs through the items they brought him. There's a good amount of spices neatly tied into small plastic bags, and labeled by messy words scribbled onto thin twist-ties keeping them shut. There's also a large bottle of orange liquid that Janus sniffs, and finds it's orange juice, likely freshly squeezed. 

There's some fresh fruits and veggies packed as well, providing a wide variety of food that Janus can snack on or cook with. Sure his grandfather owned a farm, but farms and gardens were different, and one provided a bit more variety for the tradeoff of making a lot less produce overall. Perhaps the twins gardened in their spare time. There's fresh garlic cloves, zucchini, jalapeños, bell peppers, as well as other stuff. There's not a lot of anything, but there's definitely a week's worth of ingredients that Janus is more than happy to have on his hands. 

He brings this basket to the kitchen, and drags Remus's there as well. Remus's treats are similar - more vegetables, fruits, and spices, but there's also a small container of treats similar to the hybrid treats Janus purchased at the market. Like the juice Roman had brought him, Remus also packed a drink, but a quick sip has Janus wincing as the strong, bitter taste of alcohol hits tongue. He whistles as he stares at the bottle. There's no colour to it, and it could easily be mistaken for water, but there's also no label, so Janus has no idea what kind of liquor this is. Still, he tucks it into the fridge to enjoy at a later date. 

Once he's gotten the baskets unpacked into the cabinets, pantries, and fridge, Janus finishes his coffee and then pulls out some eggs to make breakfast. He already has more than enough to sell at tomorrow's market, and is trying to use up the excess today.

Three omelettes (each made with an absurd amount of eggs) are very easily whipped up, with Janus using some of the veggies he's been given to add some greenery to the food. He makes one with jalapeños, and the other two with less spicy veggies just in case, before fishing some ham out of his fridge. He doesn't add it to the omelettes despite enjoying it himself, and instead slices two thin portions to go on the plates just in case Virgil and Logan are in the mood for meat. Then, he decides to be extra kind and pour two glasses of orange juice for the two hybrids, before realizing carrying everything is going to be kind of a hassle. 

Luckily, Roman comes bounding up the porch steps before Janus has to decide whether or not he wants to risk bringing everything in one trip, or suck it up and make two. 

"Ooo," Roman sings, "omelettes for breakfast? Yummy!" He circles around Janus, and peers at the plates. "Are those for Virgil and Logan?" 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "Who else would they be for?" 

Roman frowns at his response, but quickly shakes it off before offering "can I help you carry the food to the barn? We haven't seen Virgil and Logan in two weeks, and if they're not up yet then we want to make sure they're okay." 

They're likely fine; Janus has been taking care of most things so they've been sleeping in a little later. "They typically get up after I bring them breakfast," Janus explains, as he passes Roman the two cups of juice. "I've taken over most of their morning chores. They're easy to do, and if I can just get them over with myself then there's no need for the two of them to wake up early as well. And Virgil's a lot nicer when he gets to sleep in an extra hour."

Chuckling, Roman comments "well, that's very kind of you. Virgil's just... not the most personable. The only person he ever warmed up quickly to was Logan." 

Pausing for a second, Janus looks a lot more interested. "Really? I honestly hadn't thought about the fact they had to meet at some point. With how close they are, I've been thinking of them as one unit." 

Roman shakes his head. "They weren't even purchased from the same vendor. I don't know everything; Remus and I were teenagers accompanying our father to the farm when your grandfather bought them, but I know Logan came first. He hadn't matured yet, so there was no milk production, but Mr. Dolion insisted hybrid milk was better tasting and higher quality than normal cow milk, and that when Logan started producing he'd make a pretty penny. But about a month later we showed up one day and there was Virgil, protectively hovering around Logan regardless of where he went. Apparently Logan had a habit of curiously wandering around, and had stepped off farm property and into the woods more times than Mr. Dolion could count! That's why there's a fence up now, and why Virgil's so... possessive." 

That makes a bit more sense. Logan does seem like the inquisitive type, and so the visual of him diving a bit too deep into the surrounding woodland was more than believable. 

"Virgil wasn't raised for herding though," Roman adds. "While Logan was bought off a separate hybrid farm, Virgil came from a pet store, and was given the responsibility of being a guard dog. With that in mind, it's no wonder he's so stressed." Roman trails off, and then lights up with an idea. "Maybe you should invest in a few toys for him! Perhaps chasing around a tennis ball could help relax him a bit!" 

Though not opposed to the idea, Janus still questions "isn't that a bit... dehumanizing?" 

Roman gives him a funny look. "Not really; they're not exactly human." 

They stand in silence for a second, before Janus makes the first move to step outside, and head towards the hybrid barn. Roman follows behind him. There they see the door has already been swung wide open, allowing the fresh morning air and annoying, buzzing bugs to drift inside. Roman huffs when he sees it, letting Janus know Remus was the likely culprit. This suspicion is confirmed upon stepping inside, where Janus sees Remus has cornered Logan against one of his chairs. 

"Your tits look bigger than normal," Remus purrs, "have you been avoiding milking yourself just for little ole' me?" 

"I'm never letting you milk me, Remus," Logan curtly replies, folding his arms over his chest, "regardless of how much you beg." 

Remus's knees hit the ground with a heavy thump, with him clasping his hands together in a pleading manner. "Please, please, please, please-!" 

As Roman walks behind Remus, he knocks him over with his foot, and Remus ends up laying on his side on the floor. Virgil - who's protectively saddled behind Logan - laughs openly at Remus's plight, before sobering quickly upon noticing Janus's presence. Janus hands them their plates as Roman passes over the orange juice. All their food is set on the table and ignored for the time being, as the two hybrids choose to focus on the twins instead. 

"How are you guys doing?" Roman asks, stepping over Remus in order to sit at the chair beside Logan. 

Virgil glances in Janus's direction, before dismissively answering "fine. You guys didn't show up last week." 

"Are you mad?" 

Though he doesn't answer, Virgil's expression says enough. Remus props himself onto his elbows as he jeers "we were busy taking care of your old maître d' and making sure she didn't break a fucking hip moving her shit into the city." 

Virgil squints Janus's direction. "Isn't that something her family should be helping her with?" 

"Janus has been busy with us on the farm," Logan counters, interrupting the conversation before Virgil and Remus could go off on a messy, hate-filled rant together. "It's very sweet of you and Roman to aid her in getting settled; I'm sure she appreciated it." 

"If she did, she didn't show it," Roman mutters, but shakes that bitterness away as he asks "has Janus been..." he looks over his shoulder, where Janus fights the urge to roll his eyes at the fact he's being spoken about as if he's not here, "a good farmer...?" 

"Nice," Janus snorts, "I can barely decipher your implications." 

Before Virgil can launch into a fit (that Janus can see he's barely biting back), Logan quickly answers "he's been fine. He does all of the things a farmer should do, and that's all that's needed. We miss Mr. And Mrs. Dolion of course, but life happens, and death happens too. Things were bound to change at one point or another." 

Roman smiles softly, and nods his head, though it's clear the talk of death has deflated him. Remus, meanwhile, jokes "that's a rather intelligent way of looking at things for a cow. I thought you'd still be mooing in distress wondering when he'd come back." Remus bats his eyelashes provocatively. "After all, telling you he was released on a separate farm would be a confusing way to break the news..." 

The kick Virgil delivers to Remus is harsh and personal, and this time Logan doesn't correct Virgil's behavior. "Fuck off, Remus!" 

"Alright, alright!" Remus shuffles away, and stands up, grinning wildly. "God forbid a guy makes a joke or two. Don't get your udders in a twist." He brushes his clothes off, and then pats Roman's shoulder. "We can't stay for long though. Roman and I have plans." 

"Good." Virgil huffs. "Get out of here. I can't believe I missed you two after you skipped last week's pickup." 

"Aww," Roman sighs, at the same time Remus cringes and vomits out the word "sap!" 

As Roman slides out of his chair, Logan hops out of his too, and before they can leave the barn Logan's seizing the sleeve of Remus's shirt. "Wait," Logan starts, before stepping back slightly as Virgil moves forward to meet him and settle his hands on Logan's waist. "Did you bring any..." he trails off, but Remus bursts out laughing. 

"Of course I did!" he coos, before pinching Logan's face. When his hand falls away, there are red imprints from his fingers due to how hard he was gripping. "Roman brought some too, but both kinds are in my basket." 

Roman sets a gentle hand on Janus's shoulder. "Virgil prefers the coffee-flavored treats, and Logan likes the dark chocolate ones. If you can't tell them apart, feel free to try them yourself. They're probably human-safe. There's a regulation that animal food has to be human-safe... right?" 

"That's for pet food," Logan sighs. 

Roman smiles. "Well, then surely it applies to hybrid-grade food as well."

If they weren't human safe, Janus doubts Logan and Virgil would be able eat them, but they're only half human so maybe he stands to be corrected. Roman and Remus seem to know Virgil and Logan more than he does, and they've definitely been around hybrids longer than he has.

But alas, with that Remus and Roman wave and then walk off, with their loud truck whirring to life in the driveway, and then backing up fast onto the road. It's only once they're off the property entirely does Janus assess "well, they sure seem lively." 

Virgil scoffs and turns back to the kitchen table, where he hunches over his food and pokes at it. Logan meanwhile stares out towards the road, before humming out "I guess lively is one way to describe them..." before joining Virgil at the table and immediately digging into his food. Virgil's tail starts to wag the moment Logan takes his first bite, and speeds up involuntarily the more Logan eats. 

Janus slowly approaches, cautious when stepping into their space, and chooses to sit where Roman was previously. He's near them, but more facing them than next to them. Then, he asks "do you like the twins?" 

Logan's head perks up as he turns to stare at Janus, while Virgil makes a face of utter disbelief. "Of course we like them," Virgil grumbles, "we wouldn't let them into our barn if we didn't." 

"You let me into your barn." 

Scowling, Virgil turns back to his food. "You're the farmer. We don't have a choice in the matter." 

Logan blinks at Janus, before his head tilts slightly to the side. "What gave you the worry we might dislike them?" 

"Just the things they were saying. Does it not feel... sort of demeaning?" Janus regrets what he says as soon as he says it; it's a valid perception considering from his perspective they were both being degrading, whether intentionally or not, but he knows he's not a hybrid, and thus doesn't know how normalized that behavior is. 

However Logan actually softens at the explanation, before simply answering "they don't mean anything by it. They're just like that." 

"Everyone's like that," Virgil clarifies. "We are animals. And farm animals are technically pets. Even if that term is degrading." 

"But you're not comparable to a normal cow, or normal dog. You can think in ways they can't," Janus points out. "Doesn't that difference mean anything?"

"Not to the average person," Virgil spits. 

"Not to anyone," Logan corrects, despite the fallacy in his words. "Except for you. I would have expected Mr. Dolion's grandson to share more of his worldviews, but... I guess my assumption was presumptuous." Logan takes another bite of his food, before directing them back onto the original topic. "But truly, we have no issues with Roman and Remus. They're more respectful to us than most other visitors we've had, even if they share similar outlooks on hybrids as a whole. And I know Remus's behavior is a tad... odd, but he's like that with everyone, as I'm sure you've noticed." 

Janus rubs his face, remembering the way Remus had grabbed him like it was no big deal. "Yeah, I've noticed." 

Sighing, Janus folds his hands together, and tries to tell himself that the things they were saying and their forwardness is normal, and likely something Janus will see more of, but it makes him feel... off. Maybe that's his fault for considering Virgil and Logan to be more person than animal. And despite the fact he wants to ruminate on this dilemma a little longer, Janus chooses to instead disregard it for now, and ask about something else Remus said. 

"Do you need to pump today?" he inquires, so suddenly that Logan goes bright red at the question. When Janus realizes that the fact he says it out of the blue makes it seem like he was staring, he quickly explains "Remus mentioned your chest is a bit more swollen than it typically is, and I know you've mentioned before you pump every couple days. I was just wondering if that's something you've gotten around to yet, or if it's something that'll be held off on for another day or two." 

Logan turns to Virgil, and they exchange a look that Janus can't quite read. Virgil then sets his fork down in order to set his hand atop Logan's, and Logan sucks in a deep breath before he looks back at Janus and quietly confesses "actually, my pumps kind of... broke. Last week." 

"Oh." Janus looks between the two of them, and then glances at Logan's chest. "Well, that seems rather inconvenient. What have you been doing instead?" 

Logan stares down at his plate, while Virgil hides his face in his hands, but not before Janus catches him licking his lips. Both of them are beet red, and neither of them provide an answer. However, Janus isn't an idiot, and so quickly understands what their embarrassment relates to. 

Still, Janus doesn't want to call them out on this and risk making things worse, so instead he just inhales deeply before replying "that's okay. We can order you new pumps. They were bound to break eventually. What the more pressing matter is is how you're being milked, and while I have my... theories, the fact you haven't been milked yet today makes me think there's been some sort of issue with your... 'new system.'" 

"It's just so much milk," Virgil complains into his hands, sounding a lot more exasperated than Janus expects. "I always wondered how Mr. Dolion could keep it around for so long, but I get it now. There's so much." 

Logan's arms cross tight over his chest. Though he tries to keep his dignity, he still grits out "there's just... a lot more milk than what the average person can handle at once, especially when you're drinking excess multiple times a week. But it was never a permanent solution, just a temporary one while we debated what we were going to do." 

"You could have told me as soon as you realized they were broken," Janus calmly says. 

Nodding, Logan admits "I know. Just..." he motions to Virgil, who's completely pushed his head against the counter now. "He's... protective. And we decided to wait a bit so as to not inconvenience you while you were settling, or give you the misconception that we're irresponsible. Trust me, I've never broken a pair of pumps before, and we'll be incredibly careful with a new set if you're willing to order me one." 

"Of course I'm willing. You need them." Janus can't fathom depriving Logan of his pumps; he's seen the way Logan stumbles around holding his chest whenever he needs to be milked! "But... that brings us to quite the conundrum, because they're likely not going to be here for a while. A week at the earliest." He rests his fingers beneath Logan's chin, and tilts his face upwards. "And you look like you need to be milked now, poor dear." 

With a red face, Logan stammers out something that doesn't make too much sense, before he forces his head away from Janus's grip as he mumbles "we can last a week. Probably." 

Virgil looks up from his arms, eyes wide. "I mean... we can try. I'll try. If that's what we want to do." 

"I can at least go a few more days without needing to be milked urgently," Logan sighs, "if we want to wait until the last possible moment." 

"I don't want to do that," Virgil immediately relents, grabbing Logan's hand. "I know how uncomfortable it is for you, and while I think you're cute when you're..." he pauses to clear his throat, "when your chest is a bit swollen, it's not safe. You get ditzy and you wander more and I'm worried you're going to hurt yourself." 

"I'll be fine." 

Virgil's ears press flat against his head. "But you won't be comfortable!" 

Logan looks like he's going to argue some more, but before he gets the chance Janus calmly suggests "what if we properly milked you today?" 

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth, and stays angled away from Janus as he quietly admits "Virgil tried that already. Before we found... an alternative solution. I don't exactly have udders; it's a bit more difficult to angle my milk into a bucket." 

"We can try." Janus slowly slides his hand through Logan’s hair, and is surprised when Logan doesn't immediately shake away the affection. In fact, he seems to be subdued temporarily as Janus's fingers scratch through Logan's hair. "I've had a lot of practice, after all. And no disrespect to Virgil, but if he's so worried about keeping you comfortable, he's likely not going to be completely tranquil when trying to milk you. And if he's actively freaking out, then things will obviously get a bit... messy." 

Virgil glares at Janus, but doesn't refuse the assessment, as it is exactly what happened. 

Biting his lip in consideration, Logan glances at Virgil. "It's up to you," he eventually says. "I'm willing to try, but I understand if you don't want Janus to touch me."  

Virgil's face is red with frustration, and he doesn't answer immediately, instead pushing himself away from the table and stomping away. Though Janus retracts his affection at the display, Logan sets a steady hand on his arm to keep him seated, and briefly explains "give him a minute," meaning Janus watches as Virgil paces up and down the hallway for a few minutes. His footsteps are loud, and growls echo through their barn, before Virgil turns straight into a door, and comes out with a bucket. 

Janus basically gets the item thrown at him. 

"Do whatever's needed," Virgil huffs, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. He's visibly upset by the offer, but there's an understanding that this is their most viable option. Virgil can't keep chugging down an excess amount of milk every few days; he was getting slower at doing it, and by Logan's third milking session Virgil felt sick after just one tit! "But I'm watching. And if you hurt him I swear I'll-" 

"I won't hurt him," Janus soothes him, as he slowly stands up from his chair. "Trust me; I'm good with my hands." 

Virgil's nose scrunches up in disgust. "Pervert." 

Janus laughs softly at the insult, as that was not what he was implying (but a welcome compliment if that's what Virgil misunderstood him as saying), and then gently pulls Logan up from the table as well. Neither Logan nor Virgil had finished their breakfast, but Janus hadn't even touched his own food as it's still sitting on the counter in his house! 

"Where would you feel most comfortable on your knees?" Janus asks, and though Virgil fumes at the innuendo there as well, he gives Logan the space to answer. 

Instinctively, Logan's gaze floats towards his and Virgil's nest, but that's not the answer he gives, as both he and Virgil don't want Janus invading their private area. Their nest was theirs. Which means Logan just dismissively motions towards their main room, and answers "we can lay down some blankets to make it more comfortable, but this is probably the best area for it. Just in case a mess is inevitable." 

"Alright. In that case, Virgil, can you go grab a blanket for Logan please? I'm going to get him situated." 

Virgil looks immediately resistant, but after some soft urging from Logan, he finally grumbles and turns to fetch some sweet-smelling blankets from their nest. While Virgil rummages in their room, Janus guides Logan into the living room, setting the bucket on the ground and then having Logan kneel. Right as Janus realizes Logan will need to be elevated a bit higher off the ground in order to properly fit the bucket underneath him, Virgil comes back into the room holding an armful of blankets. There's three folded blankets and one wrinkled one, with Logan immediately reaching for the wrinkled one. He puts it in front of the bucket where his hands will likely brace, while Janus sets a folded one on the floor in front of him, which Logan shuffles onto. It provides nice padding for his knees, and a bit of height which he knows they need. 

"You're just going to get milk everywhere," Virgil grumbles, as he sits beside Logan on the floor. Logan lifts his arms up without being asked, and Virgil immediately curls his hands beneath Logan's shirt, and begins to pull it up. Even though Logan and Virgil seem embarrassed that Janus is watching them, neither of them stop, and Logan ends up shirtless eventually. 

His breasts are swollen, and though not as large as they could be, they're still visibly full. When Virgil's knuckles graze against them, Logan whimpers, and protectively hides his chest again. 

And then nothing happens for a moment. Logan just sits there, eyes trained on the bucket, while Virgil worriedly rubs his hand up and down Logan's thigh. 

"Is everything alright?" Janus inquires, which has Logan swallowing the spit in his mouth. 

"Yes," Logan answers, "everything's currently fine. It's just that... nipples are an erogenous zone, and mine in particular are sensitive, and considering my breasts are going to be grabbed and massaged, it's just..." He struggles to figure out how to word his thoughts. "Typically when I pump, it's just me in our nest, or Virgil and I, so I have the privacy to take care of myself while milking. I don't exactly have that here." 

That puts Janus in a bit of a rough place. He knows what sort of care Logan's referencing based on the way he's squeezing his thighs together, but Janus doesn't want to embarrass him further. So, he tries to sweetly assure Logan by saying "if you still want to tend to your needs, then I promise I won't judge. But I understand your discomfort. You don't have to undress further than this if you don't want to; there's plenty that can be done with your pants still on. And with Virgil being so helpful and generous, I'm sure he can figure something out." 

Logan turns to Virgil, who's hiding his face. "Do you... think you could do that? Take care of me?" 

Virgil's tail begins to wag behind him, despite his obvious timidness. "I'll always take care of you. But are you sure you're okay with that happening in front of him?" 

"I don't see any other option." 

Virgil's teeth chew on his bottom lip, before he says "fine. I've got you." And then he shuffles behind Logan where he gets situated, as Logan's finally maneuvered by Janus to be on his hands and knees. His breasts hang heavy, full of milk, and over the bucket. 

The position itself is more degrading than anything else Logan's experienced, but his pumps are busted. This is the only other option, unless he wants to risk Virgil drinking so much he pops. And though Logan's less than thrilled Janus is the one milking him, he's conscious enough of Janus's attempts to make him more comfortable to be thankful for them. After all, he can't be convinced Mr. Dolion himself would have extended the same formality. 

"Are you ready?" Janus softly asks, sitting to the side of Logan. His hand again sets itself on Logan's head, running through his hair. Virgil growls at the affection, but doesn't demand Janus stop, and Logan again seems to enjoy it even if he doesn't verbally say so. 

"Yes," Logan eventually replies, though his fingers still curl into fists as Janus reaches for Logan's left breast first, as that's the side he's sitting on. The position is a little difficult - Janus can understand why the two hybrids seemingly chose to ignore using the bucket themselves - but he makes it work. With a sharp inhale, Janus wraps his hand around Logan's tit, and squeezes. 

He doesn't exactly know what he expects; he knows milk is supposed to come out, and assumes maybe Logan's body would jolt a little, but what happens instead is a loud cry is ripped from Logan's throat. Logan's head is thrown back, but it quickly falls forward as he pants. Milk did indeed squirt from Logan's nipple, and loudly splash in the bucket beneath him, filling the bottom. Because of the distance, the force at which the milk sprayed out of him, and the fact the metal container was empty, a bit splashes back up and dots Logan's chest with little white droplets. 

"Are you okay?" Virgil immediately presses, his hands pushing against Logan's lower back as he leans over him. "Is he hurting you?" 

"No," Logan weakly whimpers, "keep going. Please." 

His face is obscured as he turns away, though it still hangs as if the energy to keep it upright is too intense. But if Logan wants him to keep going, that must mean he's helping somewhat, and so Janus squeezes again, earning a similar noise of pleasure and more milk spilling from Logan's chest. Janus doesn't just squish once periodically anymore though, as he instead moves to slowly massage Logan's breast, working milk out of it with each grope. 

The noises Logan makes are explicitly sexual, and Janus finds himself enticed by them. He sounds lovely, and he'd be lying if he said that watching Logan fall apart so easily from just a bit of relief didn't excite him greatly, though he obviously keeps those thoughts to himself for the time being. 

It's only when Logan's hips jerk forward that Janus has to intervene. 

"Logan," Janus softly scolds, "if you move then you risk leaking outside of the bucket." 

"Sorry," Logan pants, "I... I just..." 

"I'll hold you still," Virgil murmurs, before rubbing his face against Logan's hair, and Logan's neck. It's similar to the way a cat would nuzzle against another feline, or the way dogs roll against their owners. Janus pieces together that Virgil's rubbing his scent onto Logan, as it seems to calm Logan slightly. "Are you sure you're okay?" 

Slowly, Logan nods his head. "Yeah. I'm okay." 

Virgil wraps an arm around Logan's hips to hold him still, though he also slides a palm between Logan's legs. His hand rubs against Logan's crotch, making Logan moan again, and seemingly also causing both of his nipples to leak even when Janus isn't touching them. 

Janus never would have considered milking to be so sensual, but it makes sense for a hybrid. And he had his theories about just this anyway. Logan's nipples would be more sensitive than the average person's (which are already sensitive, as they're aforementioned erogenous zones), and being touched so intimately by Virgil while Janus is already basically rubbing his chest. And they haven't even finished one tit yet! 

The bucket steadily filling up with milk has started to sound lewd to Janus, who is still actively trying to ignore his own arousal in favor of remaining calm and casual about this. He ups his firmness when squeezing Logan's chest - not trying to hurt him, but trying to actually empty him - but this change has spit dribbling down Logan's chin as he moans again. 

"M- moo- more," Logan pants, though it sounds more like moo-re, which is unfairly cute to Janus and enough to make Virgil curse. 

When Virgil briefly pulls his hand away from Logan's front, Janus can see strings of juices connecting Virgil's palm to Logan's groin. There's an absurd amount of slick that has Janus questioning where it all came from. And even Virgil can't help but comment "Logan, you're... so wet..." which has Logan whimpering in humiliation.

By the time Janus finishes squeezing everything from Logan's left breast, The bucket's about a quarter of the way full. It's relieving in a way; Janus had no idea what he was going to do if Logan's milk didn't fit into the one bucket they had. 

"How are you doing?" Janus asks, as he moves from Logan's left side to his right. He pets through Logan's hair, and can't help but smile slightly when Logan actively leans into his affection. 

"Good," Logan answers. He raises his head enough for Janus to see his face, where Janus has to tear his gaze away from Logan's half-lidded eyes, brimming with tears, and spit-soaked lips. His glasses are barely staying on, pinching the tip of his nose. Janus fixes them for him, and then goes back to stroking Logan's hair. "We haven't made a mess yet." His head falls again. "Not... with milk at least." 

"That's okay. Any sort of mess is okay," Janus quells him. "You're never in trouble for making messes, especially if they're accidental." 

Logan looks appreciative at the assurance, but doesn't acknowledge it, as he instead adjusts his hands to try and ease some of the ache in his arms. Then, he softly asks "can you milk the other side now?" 

And Janus obviously doesn't want to torture him by making him wait any longer, so he doesn't waste time answering and moves to grab Logan's other breast almost immediately. After squeezing all the milk out of the first one, he feels like he has the experience necessary to do the second one with less hesitation. This means his touches and gropes are less gentle and experimental, as he's more firm and sometimes even a bit rough as he resumes filling the bucket. Logan seems to enjoy the change, as the volume of his noises increases dramatically, likely due to a mixture of the pleasure he's experiencing and a lack of self control as the relief becomes too overwhelming. 

Virgil has to hold him tight in order to keep him still, while his palm rolls against the bulge in Logan's pants. His trousers are visibly damp with a mixture of juice from his cunt and slick from his hole, soaking through the fabric and onto Virgil's hand, creating a sickeningly moist squelching sound with each movement. 

Logan tries to buck and hump into Virgil's hands, and cries when he's unable, while Janus keeps his touches as wholesome as he can. 

The hand in Logan's hair pets him softly in an attempt to keep him soothed, but Janus's thumb unintentionally brushes over one of Logan's little horns and that miniscule action is enough for Logan's body to jolt and his arms to nearly give out under him as he cries. Virgil's the only thing keeping Logan upright as he's alert enough to quickly wrap his arms around Logan's midsection and hold him as an orgasm comes shuddering out of Logan, worsening the mess in his pants. Both of Logan's nipples squirt with fresh milk - an excess spraying out from the breast Janus is trying to milk, while the other merely produces a few droplets - and fat tears roll down Logan's cheeks. 

"I'm sorry," Logan gasps out, as he takes advantage of Virgil's hold on him in order to use his arms to hide his face. Janus doesn't know if Logan's apologizing to him or to Virgil, as Logan follows it up with "I didn't mean to... in front of him..." 

However, Virgil speaks a lot more softly than Janus has heard him sound before. "It's okay," Virgil murmurs, with his tail wagging excitedly behind him. "It's not your fault you're feeling good. You are feeling good, right?" 

Logan nods slowly. "Yes. You're not upset?" 

Virgil can't help the dirty look he shoots Janus, but he still answers "I'm not thrilled, but I'm not mad at you regardless. Stop hanging your head though; it makes it hard to hear you." 

Face red, Logan breathlessly whines "Virgil..." 

Virgil's teeth drag from Logan's shoulder to his back, before he kisses the skin and loosens his grip slightly. As Logan's hands fall back against the blankets beneath him, he knows Virgil leaves little room for refusal, and despite his embarrassment Logan has always liked doing what he's told. So, he keeps his head upright, even if it means he can see the way Janus's eyes are locked onto his body. He's clearly looking at more than Logan's chest, but Logan doesn't call him out on it, as it instead makes his cock throb again in his pants. 

"Are you able to keep going?" Janus asks, though his hand still moves slowly, working milk out of Logan in gentle pumps. He has no intention of stopping unless Logan explicitly requests they do, and Logan doesn't seem like he will. 

"Yeah," Logan pants, "I'm... sorry. For the brief disturbance." 

Janus can't help but smile. "Don't be. It's only natural." 

He hears Virgil mutter "pervert," under his breath, but considering Virgil's still actively rubbing Logan through his pants in front of Janus, Janus finds he has a bit of an excuse here. 

After gaining the assurance that Logan's ready to continue, Janus continues to milk him, though he also keeps petting through Logan's hair, being wary of his horns but willing to scratch everywhere else, which has Logan's tail flicking happily back and forth behind him. Janus also spots the way Virgil's hips shift against Logan's own, despite the fact he's clearly trying to be subtle, and despite the fact his arm is awkwardly bent between the two of them. When he notices Janus looking at him, he scrunches his nose up in disgust and stops, but only temporarily, as Janus watches Virgil start up again in his peripheral as soon as he thinks Janus has looked away. 

Logan's even noisier now, just as loud as he was right before his climax, except now he's constantly whining and moaning as Janus massages his chest, milking him of all he has. The sweet relief of emptied breasts paired with the fact Virgil continues to rub his soaked, overstimulated cock and cunt through his pants means he never has a second to catch his breath. And when he looks down at the bucket and sees it's nearing the halfway mark, Logan lets out a small sob. Because he knows it's almost over, and that true relief is right around the corner. 

"You're almost done," Janus quells him, as Logan's arms shake as he struggles to keep himself upright any longer. "You're doing so good." 

"He's doing great, actually," Virgil grits in response, with half of his face pressed to Logan's back. "So, so great. Such a good mate." 

Logan moans at both their compliments, but bites his lip hard, clearly holding something back. Janus can tell he wants to groan out something, but refuses to so long as Janus is in the room. 

Virgil seems to have an idea though, as his tail begins wildly wagging back and forth, as though he knows what Logan wants to say even if he swallows it down. 

A few more squeezes from Janus's hand, and the amount of milk spilling from Logan dwindles down to a weak stream, and then a few droplets. Still, Janus gropes a bit rougher, forcing every last drop from Logan's nipple until Logan's bending at the elbows to try and push his chest into Janus's hand, even if he nearly topples the bucket beneath him in the process. 

Janus has to hurry to pull his hand away in order to snap Logan out of his pleasure-induced urges, and Virgil has to help lift Logan up so Janus can scoot the bucket out from underneath him. 

He pulls the milk between his knees as Logan finally collapses somewhat, his now-empty chest landing against the blankets he was holding himself upright on. His arms are limp, no doubt burning from having to support him for so long. 

And yet Logan's hips stay obediently raised, with Virgil no longer laying on top of him, but still leaning over him. His hand no longer touches Logan from between Logan's legs, as it instead curls around his waist to reach him that way, so Virgil can properly hump against his ass. 

It's like they've momentarily forgotten about Janus entirely, and can only focus on each other, as Logan moans unintelligible words into the blankets while Virgil grunts out little tidbits of praise that Janus doesn't quite understand -  like "you smell so good," and "you're producing so much slick" -but that he can't help but be interested in. And since they don't exactly kick him out, he just simply sits there and watches. 

Just because Logan's noises are a bit muffled doesn't mean he still isn't loud, and both his and Virgil's tails flick back and forth with excitement. Logan's orgasm comes first - not that Janus is surprised, considering he must be sensitive from his first one - and tears stream down his face as his eyes roll back into his head whilst he climaxes. His body shakes, and if he wasn't being held up by Virgil's strong grip then he likely would have collapsed then and there. 

Virgil meanwhile takes a minute longer, chewing on his bottom lip and squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he drives his bulge hard against Logan's ass, humping against him the way a dog would grind against the edge of a couch. He continues palming Logan while he does so as well, spurring on a slew of oversensitive whines and tears, though Logan obediently continues to take it, becoming the ideal object for Virgil to use as he nears his peak. Virgil wouldn't let him up anyway considering the hold he has on Logan, with his hand pressed roughly between Logan's shoulder blades in order to keep Logan's front pressed against the ground. 

Then, Logan barely croaks out "alpha," barely loud enough for Janus to understand, but it makes Virgil's ears twitch and his body fall forward, hips stuttering as he comes in his pants as well. 

He rides out his orgasm by continuing to grind against Logan until the overstimulation sets in, which is when he's then guiding Logan gently onto his side, and then rolling him onto his back, crawling between his legs to lay on his front. He's nuzzling against Logan's stomach and chest, before his mouth presses to Logan's neck, which he kisses a plethora of times.

While they cuddle, Janus tries to discreetly stand, but nearly knocks over the bucket of milk in the process, which has Virgil's head snapping up to glare at him. 

"Oh," he huffs, "I forgot you were still here." 

"I'm not surprised," Janus quips, adjusting his grip on the bucket of milk so as to not spill it. "You did seem a little distracted." 

Virgil's face goes dark red, but he scoffs as he looks away. "You didn't have to stay and watch." 

"Well forgive a poor farmer for wanting to make sure his dear cow hybrid is okay after a strenuous milking," Janus replies. He then crouches down to briefly stroke over Logan's spotted ears. "Are you okay, dear?" 

"He's not yours, he's mine," Virgil possessively growls, "and he's especially not your 'dear.'" 

Logan's hand raises to wrap around Virgil's back, and pulls Virgil down against his chest. Virgil gets the hint, and presses his face against Logan's chest, not-so-subtly stuffing his bitter expression between Logan's pudgy - albeit less swollen - tits. 

"I'm fine, thank you," Logan breathes in response, blinking up at Janus, though his eyes look wet and glossy. "I... I'm incredibly thankful that you were willing to help milk me, even if I'm just as grateful that new pumps should be coming in soon." There are gaps in his sentences, as he still struggles to catch his breath. His gaze drifts towards the bucket in Janus's grasp, and he looks like he wants to say more, but exhaustion quickly settles in and he decides against it, choosing instead to wipe the remnants of tears from his face and then just rest against the floor. And Janus graciously decides to give them privacy. 

He carries Logan's milk back to his house, and sets it on the counter while he pulls the jug of Logan's milk from the fridge. 

It's almost empty - maybe one swig left. Janus has been using it after all; it's the only source of drinkable milk. It hasn't gone into any meals, but it's filled a few of Janus's glasses, and it hasn't expired! This is the original bottle from when he got here, after all, which wasn't that long ago, but surely it's been long enough that it would have soured a bit...

He briefly wonders whether or not Logan would actually want Janus to have his milk. If his pumps hadn't broken, what would he be doing with the bottles? He hadn't given any to Janus in the time Janus had been here, but to be fair Logan's pumps were apparently broken for a decent chunk of that time. 

He's also curious as to whether or not he can mix the fresh milk with the old milk, though he eventually decides against it. He wouldn't do it with store-bought milk, so he better not do it here. 

So, he tilts the jug back and swallows down the last bit of Logan's thick, sweet milk, before sighing happily as he brings the container to the sink. It's quickly washed and dabbed dry, before Janus leaves it in there as he carries the bucket over. Since the jug only measures in bottles and not buckets, Janus isn't entirely sure of whether or not everything in the bucket will fit, but is relieved when he starts pouring and sees the stream trickle off at about halfway. So this was about two bottles' worth. That makes sense; one bottle for each teat. 

The jug is put back into the fridge as Janus rinses the bucket out. He then gives Virgil and Logan time to recuperate as he eats his own cold breakfast, and then tidies up his house until lunch time, where he brings Logan and Virgil lunch as well as carrying the bucket back. 

Despite having food in his hands, Logan seems the most pleased to see the bucket, and carries it back to his and Virgil's nest with newfound energy (as his refractory period had seemingly passed, and he'd rested enough to feel energized again). He brings Janus his broken pumps in return despite not being asked to, having the foresight to know Janus would likely want to know the type he should be ordering (as well as having a preference for the kind he has and not wanting to receive a pair that might be uncomfortable). Virgil gives him a strange look, but otherwise doesn't say anything, which is frankly nothing new at this point. Then, Janus just heads back to his house. 

Placing the order for the hybrid pumps is probably the most extensive thing Janus has done thus far, as navigating to a website that's specifically for hybrid products gets him sent to a bunch of regular animal websites in the process, but once he gets there he gets to browse the options himself. He searches for the exact type Logan was using, and finds them after a bit of searching, which makes him feel a bit relieved. 

Their price is rather hefty, but Janus got more than just this farm from his grandfather, and assumes that if there was anything his grandpa would want him to spend his inheritance on, it'd be on his hybrids. 

As Janus suspects, it'll be here in about exactly a week's time. He has no idea how many more times he'll have to milk Logan during that span - or if they'll even want him to, as they have another method of doing it that they might decide to go back to - but he's willing to do whatever if it means keeping Logan comfortable. And... maybe he's willing to help for a more selfish reason as well. After all, Virgil and Logan were about his age, attractive, and openly sexual in front of him. Is he supposed to pretend he doesn't find that hot?

So it's no surprise when he begins undoing his own pants, leaning back against the wall as he lets himself enjoy the vivid images of Logan's milking session as they flash through his mind. Of Logan's teary face, and Virgil humping against him. He further gets off on the way Logan's breasts felt in his hands, and the amount of juices he produced that flooded his jeans until they were soaked. 

It was beautiful. And it's more than enough to have Janus moaning into his hand as he pictures himself doing a little more than just milking. A little more than just petting through Logan's hair. A little more than just briefly thumbing against his horn. 

Admittedly, Janus pictures himself doing a lot more than all of that, even. And he finishes to the idea of it, too.

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Though Virgil normally goes out of his way to avoid Janus, today he seems to be constantly hovering around him after Janus got back from the morning market. He's in the barn when Janus milks the cows, in the field when Janus inspects the soil, and circling around him constantly whenever Janus dares to take breaks. 

He always lingers far enough away that they'd have to shout at each other to communicate, but his intention isn't to talk to Janus. It's seemingly just to observe him. 

Briefly, Janus wonders if it's some sort of dog-hybrid thing. 

Both Virgil and Logan have surprised him many times with their instincts, and the things they do to satisfy their more animalistic urges (like howling at night, rolling in the dirt, or sometimes the way they'd interact with each other when they thought Janus wasn't looking), but Janus isn't sure if Virgil's trying to herd him or if he's preparing to attack. And when he tries to approach Virgil out in the field - to ask if maybe he or Logan have a query that requires Janus's attention, Virgil just turns and walks off. 

Eventually, as the sun reaches the midpoint in the sky and the afternoon heat starts to settle over him, Janus retreats back into his house to make lunch, but is surprised when Virgil follows him. 

Janus decides to linger just past his doorway - in the living room/kitchen hybrid area - as he watches Virgil anxiously climb the porch, and then pace around outside. Virgil and Logan don't often come this close to Janus's place, even when their curiosity or chores require them to. 

And after a few minutes of just watching Virgil walk back and forth, and back, and forth, Janus chuckles softly and inquires "what are you doing, Virgil? Do you need something?" 

"Yes," Virgil spits immediately, finally coming to a standstill atop the welcome mat. It's the first thing he's said to Janus today, and it's already hostile, though Janus isn't surprised at this point. Yet, Virgil still doesn't enter the building, though he's clearly itching to. "You have Logan's milk." 

"I've had Logan's milk," Janus corrects, both referring to the batch he gathered yesterday, and the fact that Logan's milk has been in his fridge since he moved into the house. "This is nothing new." 

"It is new," Virgil insists, even if his logic is unsound. "The milk you had before was from your grandfather. This is milk you took from Logan yourself." 

"It is the only safe-for-consumption milk on this farm," Janus points out. "I can't exactly drink the unpasteurized milk from the cows, regardless of how much you'd delight in the illnesses that'd befall me after." 

Virgil's lips press thinly together, and he once again begins pacing back and forth before Janus eventually strides towards the doorway and grabs Virgil by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into the house despite the way Virgil's eyes immediately go wide. 

"Wait-" Virgil starts, grabbing Janus's wrist as he looks rapidly around the house before turning back to stare at the open door and the foliage outside. "I'm not supposed to be in this house." 

"I brought you in here, Virgil; you're not breaking any rules. And... Logan's come in here before?" 

Narrowing his eyes, Virgil hisses "your grandparents didn't want me in here, and they made that explicitly clear." Then, more sourly he adds "and they started to insist Logan stay out after I was bought. Just because he followed you inside while helping you with chores or whatever doesn't mean he feels any less weird about doing something he knows we're not supposed to do." 

"Well, my grandparents don't own the farm anymore. And one of them isn't even alive to enforce that rule." Virgil's released, and though he's significantly more slumped over, he doesn't go bolting back out onto the grass. Janus ignores stating outright that that's kind of a stupid rule in itself, as he wonders if his grandfather's rule could potentially do more harm than good. What if there's an issue in the barn and the hybrids are too nervous to get in trouble to properly fetch Janus? 

Deciding he'd rather prevent this unfortunate situation before it occurs, Janus then grabs Virgil's chin and tilts it up slightly as he reiterates "you and Logan are allowed in the house whenever you'd like. Of course, if you start purposely breaking things and causing messes, that privilege will have to be revoked, but there's currently no reason why you wouldn't be welcome in here." 

And even though Virgil looks receptive towards the offer, he quickly pulls away from Janus's hold and huffs "we have no reason to come in here normally. And I'd rather not be closer to you than I'm already forced to be." 

As Janus starts setting out pots and pans for whatever lunch he decides to make today, Virgil seems to remember his original complaints and directs them back on topic by stating "but you still have Logan's milk! And that's not yours to own!" 

But Janus just raises an eyebrow, taunting Virgil with the smirk that involuntarily stretches across his face. "Oh yeah? Are you going to drink it all, then?" 

Face red, Virgil growls "I might as well! Better than you doing... who knows what with it!" 

"Drinking it?" 

"Ugh!" Virgil throws his hands up dramatically, and then stomps around the kitchen island, going in circles and purposefully nudging chairs as he passes them, though he's careful not to knock any of them over (though it's clear from his anger that he really wants to). "I guess you're drinking it, but... but...! But you're probably being weird about it!" He doesn't have any basis for his claims, and Janus starts to wonder if it's more of a hybrid thing than a Virgil thing, up until Virgil grits "you should just give it away, or something. It's weird that you're keeping it." 

"Virgil," Janus sighs, "it's just milk." 

"Yeah. Milk from my mate." 

His ears are pressed flat against his head, and his teeth are bared as he stands directly opposing Janus. 

Janus lets him seethe for a moment, before calmly replying "that milk's not for just me, you know. I use it when preparing breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you two some nights. Dairy is a requirement in a lot of recipes." 

Virgil already knew that, obviously, but having it pointed out still has his cheeks going a bit pink. 

"I still don't like that you just have a jug's worth of it." 

Janus represses the urge to roll his eyes. "How about I use up as much as I can on lunch today, so you and Logan will be consuming most of it. Will that extinguish your distress?" 

"I'm not distressed; I'm... righteously skeptical." 

"Uh-huh. Righteously skeptical." Janus is already reaching into his fridge and pulling out the jar of milk, which he sets on the table in front of Virgil. Virgil wraps his hands around the base of it, and peers at the amount, but keeps all of his comments to himself for once. 

Instead, he asks "what will you make?" 

And Janus has to really think for a moment. What would take a ridiculous amount of milk? 

"How about... macaroni and cheese?" 

Virgil's tail starts to wag steadily, but he folds his arms together on the island and rests his chin on them. "I mean... that'll be nice, so long as you don't burn it." 

"I won't. Have a little faith in me." As Janus reaches to take the milk back, he dares rest a hand atop Virgil's head, and though Virgil again snarls at him, he seems to melt a little when Janus's sharp nails lightly scratch at the base of his ears. And he even stifles a whine when Janus pulls away! Janus represses the urge to tease him for this slight slip and instead uses his phone to find a homemade macaroni recipe that’ll get rid of Logan’s milk.

The only downside to Logan’s milk being so sweet is that Janus isn’t sure how good it’ll actually taste in excess. It’s fine when he’s using a cup of it here or there, but the recipe he picks out calls for three and a half cups, which might be too much sweetness for Janus to counterbalance. But he’ll try anyway.

At most, they’ll all get a delicious plate of macaroni. At worst, Janus will have proven a point to Virgil as to why he still has half a jug’s worth of milk after only a day.

Thanks to the twins’ arrival the previous day, Janus now has an excessive amount of spices, plenty of which the recipe he has pulled up calls for. Dry mustard, nutmeg and cayenne pepper. He lays everything out on the counter, and when Virgil nervously comes forward to sniff at everything, Janus lets him.

He bends partially over the counter to push his nose close to the different seasonings, but eventually just stands near the milk.

As he eyes it, Janus asks “is your protectiveness a hybrid thing?” which causes Virgil to frown.

“So what if it is?”

“It’s not an accusation; I’m genuinely curious.” Janus preheats his oven, and then fetches both a pot and a saucepan. “I don’t know which of your habits are natural relationship stuff and which of it is because you’re part wolf.”

Virgil’s tail starts to wag faster. “You think I’m wolflike?”

“Oh, incredibly,” Janus coos. "You're very intimidating. Any predator stalking your precious little cow is likely to turn and run towards the hills at the first flash of your canines! I know every time you growl at me I feel the urge to give up and slink away immediately!" 

Janus is lying through his teeth, but his words seem to excite Virgil greatly. His tail wags almost as fast as when Logan was moaning his name yesterday. 

"That's... surprisingly reassuring," Virgil confesses. "I'd never worked around animals before Logan. We were... from different places. He was always intended to be a farm animal, but I wasn't. I didn't know how good I'd do at herding him... But it seems like I'm doing a good job." Again, Virgil leans against the counter, and pokes the jar of milk, sending ripples through the bottle. As he observes it, his face grows redder and redder. 

"Has..." he starts skeptically, before stopping and chewing his inner cheek. 

"Has?" Janus repeats, as his water begins to boil. He has to dig through his pantry to find some pasta to cook (which, thankfully, he has on hand. It would have been embarrassing if he didn't), but then dumps it in the salted pot. "Has what?" 

Slowly, Virgil mumbles “has Logan’s milk really been in most of our meals?”

Janus’s chuckle is immediate, though he works quickly to muffle it when he watches Virgil’s ears press flat dejectedly against his head. “Of course it has,” he eventually answers, taking a spoon to the pasta pot. He makes sure to give the noodles a good stir, before focusing on prepping other aspects of their lunch. “Not a lot of it, of course; most foods don’t require a lot. But you’ve probably overall ingested as much in the time I’ve been making you food as you have the week you spent drinking straight from the source. If not more!”

Again, Virgil’s tail indicates nothing but absolute delight at this information, even if fluster is written across his countenance.

And, curious, Janus asks about it.

“Why does that seem to… surprise you?” he questions, careful to not point out Virgil’s obvious blush, or the fact that Virgil seems like he’s halfway stuck in a daydream.

Initially, Virgil doesn’t answer, just making a weird face at the question, before suddenly he blurts “because it’s Logan’s milk. I just… I don’t know. It’s his. And now that I’ve had it while he was actively in need of being milked… it’s just different somehow.”

“Before then, had you seen him milk himself before?”

"Not really. I've walked in on him once or twice, but I primarily helped him afterwards." Virgil brushes his bangs from his eyes, and one of his ears twitches. "I got to see how... how sensitive he got when milking after his pumps broke. And it was so... so..."

Virgil pauses, as if what he's about to say is an embarrassing thing to admit, before changing direction slightly and continuing “but I’ve always just thought of it as milk afterwards. Milk for the farmer. But now you’re the farmer, and you’re incredibly perverse. But it made me think of things a little differently. Because you were clearly finding my mate attractive, so who's to say you weren't going to head home and be weird with his milk?" Virgil lifts the jar, and sniffs it. It smells like milk. Plain, uninteresting milk. Nothing like the sweetness he's all too familiar with. "And then I started thinking about how... pretty he is. And how he's such a good cow. And..." Virgil covers his face, trying hard to hide just how red he is even if it doesn't work. "And now I can't even think about the milk normally! Because it just makes me think of him when he needs to be milked, and how hot he gets to the touch, how hard he pants, how sometimes he... he..." 

Virgil meets Janus's eyes, which are looking at him intently, and then suddenly scowls. 

"Never mind!" he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He sets the jug down and begins pacing once more, needing to expel the energy suddenly pent up inside of him. He doesn't bother finishing what he was going to say, but Janus has a few guesses. He did witness Logan's last milking session, after all. 

As sliced onion joins the melted butter in the saucepan, and the spices fall in shortly after, Virgil starts to linger closer and closer to Janus, sniffing at and around the pot and pan with increasing interest. His nose scrunches up at the texture that adding the flour creates, but when Janus hands him a spoon and asks him to stir the noodles, he seems pleased to have a task. 

"Does Logan like the taste of his own milk?" Janus asks, trying to fill the silence with light conversation. And the question has Virgil genuinely thinking for a minute. 

"I think he does," he eventually says. "He likes the food you make, even if it's all actually just okay." 

"Just 'okay?'" Janus groans, feigning hurt. "I'm devastated. Cooking is one of my main hobbies! It's one of the only things I like about farming, admittedly. The access to fresh produce, protein, and dairy is quite nice." 

Virgil suddenly snaps to attention when Janus grabs the milk, holding a measuring cup carefully over the saucepan as he steadily begins pouring out three and a half cups. “My family always stressed the importance of cooking good food, you know. Surely you’ve tasted some of my grandmother’s meals.”

Janus’s joking tone fades when he notices Virgil staring at the ground.

“We didn’t really get to eat what they ate for dinner,” he eventually coughs. “Sometimes we would, when they made extra… but typically we got this bland blend of nutritious oatmeal. It was comparable to gruel, which is fitting in an ironic way.”

Janus doesn't know what to say at first, and so he says nothing as he pours the last of the needed milk into the saucepan. But then he trades places with Virgil, giving him the simple instruction of "stir this, please," and Virgil does, as Janus goes to lean against the center island. Oatmeal? Seriously? "How often did you have this... oatmeal, then?" 

“Almost every day,” Virgil casually answers. “It wasn’t horrible. Just kind of tasteless. And we didn’t have access to sugar or anything, nor did we want to burden Mr. or Mrs. Dolion with an unnecessary request like that. So I guess compared to that, your food's decent. Patton's is better, though." 

Patton didn't spend almost every day in his childhood kneading dough and making pasta by hand, lest you offend your great Italian ancestors (though Janus had switched back to using the easy pasta you can just buy at the grocery store anyway; sometimes store-bought tortellini was what he was craving!), but Janus decides not to take it personally. Based on how much Virgil seems to enjoy how the macaroni currently smells, Janus knew he at least didn't hate the food. 

When all of the milk, flour, and seasonings have mixed together, Janus turns the heat down and pulls some cheese from the fridge. 

He grates it himself, quick and precise, until the cheese is melting within the saucepan. He’s careful not to add in all of it, as the recipe advises him not to, and so saves some off to the side for now. The rest however is stirred into the simmering pan until it’s melted, which is finally when Janus pulls the boiling pasta from the stove to pour into a colander. Then, the noodles are added to the saucepan, where they’re then stirred into the sauce.

He flips over noodle after noodle, making sure they’re all coated in the cheesy, creamy sauce, and he has to admit it smells delicious.

Then, he finds a proper baking pan, and carefully pours the macaroni and cheese into it, causing Virgil's face to scrunch up in utter confusion. 

"What are you doing?" 

Janus gives him a look. "I'm preparing to bake the macaroni." 

"It's not done already?" He reaches for the pan, and Janus lets him pick up a piece, even if he hisses about the temperature. He puts it in his mouth, chews, and looks satisfied, which only furthers his surprise. "It tastes done." 

"You technically can eat it like this, but I'm making baked mac and cheese." He opens the oven, and a gust of warm air floods out, making Janus sigh in delight. The pan is cautiously laid atop one of the oven racks, and then a timer is started. "We'll pull it out in about... half an hour. Then, we'll add more cheese on top, let that broil until it's golden, and it should be done!" 

"That feels like a lot of extra, pointless work for what already tastes good." 

"So you think my macaroni tastes good?" 

Virgil frowns, his words already being caught and twisted against his earlier huffing. "Comparably good." 

"Right, right." Janus begins piling dishes into the sink, preparing to wash while he can. "Do you want to go ask Logan if he wants to come eat in here?" 

"No," Virgil answers immediately. "He doesn't. I don't either, and he's not eating here without me." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" 

Virgil's bitter demeanor returns, as he stuffs his hands into his pants pockets, and his tail stills behind him. "I'm positive. I do miss him though..." Virgil looks between the doorway and the small amount of milk still left in the jug. He seems to be weighing his options, before begrudgingly choosing to head towards the door. "Don't do anything weird with the rest of his milk," he demands, before stepping back out onto the porch, and looking significantly less anxious once he does so. "And... if you'd be willing to make Logan's portion extra large, I'd appreciate it. He said something about still being hungry after breakfast, so..." 

The lie is obvious as it comes out of Virgil's mouth, but the way his tail is wagging has Janus agreeing immediately, which pleases Virgil enough to send him off his way. Though, as he turns to the side, Janus catches a glimpse of a bulge in the front of his pants... unless he's seeing things, that is. 

For now, Janus writes it off, and cleans up his kitchen while the macaroni bakes. 

After sprinkling cheese atop the macaroni, he puts it back in for a looser five minutes, and grabs three plates preemptively, intending on eating with Virgil and Logan. 

When the macaroni comes out of the oven the second time, he sets it on his stovetop, and uses a ladle to fill one of the plates normally, and the other two excessively. 

The recipe he was using was intended for an entire family, and not just for three people, but leftovers will be nice depending on if it's good or not. And Logan and Virgil had a fridge (as well as a stove), so maybe Janus can look into storing actual food in there for them to pick at whenever they're hungry, so they don't have to rely on Janus's schedule. 

He already knows they operate on their own internal clocks. Logan and Virgil both typically sleep in, so he's probably hungrier far before they are. 

And speaking of Logan, Janus frowns as he gathers up the plates and reminisces on how easily Logan strolled into his house when helping him with the eggs. Unlike Virgil, Logan didn't appear to have an ounce of hesitation within him when walking inside. He wonders why that was. 

He's careful when walking out to the barn, not wanting to accidentally drop and waste the food he just made, both because it'd be a lot of milk Janus would suddenly be out of (as this recipe left him with very little leftover), and because Virgil was expecting macaroni and would definitely interrogate Janus as to why they were suddenly getting basic sandwiches instead. 

The door to the hybrids' barn is already opened - supposedly for him - and he walks right inside. 

Virgil and Logan are both sitting at the table expectantly, which is new for them. Virgil's face seems to be an even darker red now, and Logan himself looks equally as flush. 

"Are you both alright?" Janus asks as he sets their plates down, leaving Virgil immediately measuring which of the two plates of macaroni has more macaroni on it (which is hard to tell by sight alone, but he eventually seems to pinpoint one as having the most which he then passes to Logan), and Logan immediately clearing his throat and rushing to dismiss Janus's concerns. 

“We’re fine,” Logan insists, as he pulls his plate close to him. “Is this… really made with my milk?”

Janus sighs as he prepares to repeat his conversation from earlier. “Yes, Logan. Most of the food I serve you two has a splash of your milk in it, if it’s a kind of meal that requires milk.” Janus then brings his fork to a few noodles, and marvels at the cheese pull he’s produced. It looks incredibly appetizing. “This uses three cups worth, though, so it might taste more… obvious. Your milk is rather sweet, you know.”

“When I tasted it, it tasted delicious,” Virgil whispers under his breath. Janus isn’t sure whether Virgil believes Janus can’t hear him or if Virgil just truly doesn’t care about saying it now because it pertains to Logan, but otherwise it seems to excite Logan greatly.

As Virgil’s tail wags relentlessly behind him, Logan’s flicks back and forth with an equal amount of eagerness.

They're both visibly excited to dig in, which isn't something Janus has seen from them before. 

And as they go to take their bites, Janus takes one of his own to truly test the capability of his cooking skills, and whether or not Logan's milk will mesh well in a recipe for savory food at such a large scale. 

And surprisingly... it does. 

Shockingly well, in fact. 

Logan's milk was never overpoweringly sweet, just identifiably so. And so it gives the macaroni a very complex undertone, where the sweetness of the milk pairs with the salt and spices interestingly, and added to the thick cheese and cream it's truly showstopping. 

"Woah," Janus exhales, watching as Virgil and Logan have similar reactions. 

Though, their adoration of the food is underlined by something else too. They wouldn't be so red in the face otherwise. 

"How do you like it?" he asks them, out of a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Logan sits up straighter, as Virgil groans and collapses halfway against the table. 

"It's really good," Logan responds, which Janus takes as high praise. "I'm... very proud to have helped make it, in a way." 

"You should be proud," comes Virgil's immediate reply. One of his hands sets itself on Logan's thigh, drawing Janus's attention to the obvious bulge between Logan's squeezed legs. "You taste so, so good." 

Virgil can't help leaning forward to then kiss Logan, his hand knocking Logan's fork from his fingers so he can grab it instead, stabbing an absurd amount of noodles onto the utensil before raising the bite to Logan's mouth. And Logan accepts it immediately, chewing slowly despite the fact Virgil's already preparing a second forkful for him. 

"It's almost cyclical in a way," Virgil breathes, as Logan's mouth is stuffed full of more pasta. "You're eating the pasta made with your milk to plump you up and help you produce more milk." Logan's chewing more food before he can reply. "And this is just carbs, so it should be fatty. It should fill you up so nicely, and then you'll be full and fat like a good mate should be." 

Virgil's almost losing himself idealizing about Logan being the perfect mate, though it's clear he already thinks Logan is. 

"You're not eating your own food," Logan barely manages to splutter between mouthfuls. Virgil takes a quick bite from his plate, but then goes right back to feeding Logan. 

Janus works on quickly devouring his own food so he can shove his food aside and watch. Watch as Virgil leans so far forward that one of his hands is planted between Logan's legs to keep himself steady. Watch as Virgil's tail thuds against the back of his chair and the side of the table due to Virgil sitting sideways so he can pay direct attention to Logan and Logan only. Watch as both of them become so worked up from something Janus can't quite understand. 

Virgil starts kissing Logan between bites, with Janus being able to hear the constant murmurs of praise that do little to quell the two hybrids' intense arousal. Words like "you taste so good," and "I love your milk," and "I wish you could produce all the time." 

And Logan's incredibly receptive to such words, squirming and whining between bites, not about being full or being embarrassed, but about being needy. 

"Do you like knowing you've done a good job?" Janus suddenly asks, which startles Logan, as if he's forgotten Janus has been sitting beside him this whole time. 

"Uh," he breathes, quickly adjusting his glasses. He tries to turn in his chair, but Virgil won't let him. "Yes. I... I do." 

"You know Virgil actually helped make most of your lunch," Janus then says, which seems to surprise Logan. "He came into the house so fiercely to protect your milk, and then helped me prep and stir the pasta. How attentive of him!" 

Logan's head snaps in Virgil's direction. "You went in the house?" 

"Janus practically pulled me inside." 

"And you didn't leave immediately?" 

Virgil shrinks slightly. "He... he told me I didn't have to." 

"I didn't even know the two of you weren't allowed in the house, considering you'd done nothing thus far to give me that impression," Janus clarifies. He grabs Logan's chin, and tilts his face so that Logan's meeting his eyes. "After all, a certain someone strolled right in with no problem when helping me with the eggs." 

It's Logan's turn to look guilty. "I'm sorry." 

"Sorry? Whatever for?" Janus's nails lightly scratch the side of Logan's jaw. "I don't mind if you two come into the house, whether you have reason to or not. If it stresses you out, you don't have to enter at all-" Logan again looks guilty, revealing to Janus that he forced himself to put up with the intensely negative feelings that came with breaking rules in order to help Janus out, which is somewhat endearing considering Janus was still new to the farm at this point, "-but if you want to come fetch me for any reason, or even just spend time in my house for whatever reason, then you're welcome to do that too. It's not like I expect you to claw up my couch or piss on the carpet." 

He then nudges Logan's plate, reminding him of the rest of his lunch. Immediately, Virgil brings another bite to Logan's lips. 

"I didn't really do much," Virgil admits in Logan's ear, his whispering coming as a result of embarrassment. "I stirred the noodles, but that was it." 

"You made sure I allotted Logan's milk to a proper dish," Janus argues. "That's helpful. And it made for a delectable meal, mostly comprised from our lovely cow's produce." 

A small moan is quickly muffled by Logan's palm clamping over his mouth. His head tilts to the side slightly, and Virgil stares tempted at the bare flesh like he's dying to sink his teeth into it. 

"I must admit," Janus then starts, as Virgil pulls Logan's hand away to shovel the rest of his food into Logan's mouth, "I don't understand why a simple pan of macaroni and cheese has gotten you two so... flustered. Is this yet another hybrid thing?" 

"No," Logan starts to explain, though he has to swallow what's left of the cheese in his mouth as the thick, creamy sauce lingers in his throat. "I... I don't know why, actually. I guess there's just something so... exciting knowing that this meal was made mostly from... from..." He grabs his chest, and then corrects his hold so it's less like he's groping himself and more like he's covering his breasts protectively. "That's my hypothesis, at least. It makes sense you've been using it for our food, and Virgil's actually drank some, and of course I've tasted it, but to know that it's been deliberately cooked into something and then served to us..." 

Virgil's nodding quickly. "That's how I feel about it. To know it's so inherently Logan, and yet it's being made into food and served like it's... like it's not from my omega." 

"Virgil!" Logan's covering his face quickly, his thighs squeezing around Virgil's wrist. 

Janus, again, looks down, to see Virgil's hand has begun to wander. And though Logan had been trying (and pathetically failing) to keep himself composed while they were talking about his milk like it's not milked from his breasts, he's unable to now. 

His elbows land hard against the table, leaning forward and into his hands as Virgil can't help touching him just a few minutes longer, before suddenly catching Janus's eyes and pulling away quickly. 

His face twists into a familiar frown, as he pushes the plates towards the farmer. "Here," he huffs, before hesitating and pulling his half-full plate back towards him. He keeps it on the edge of the table, out of Janus's reach, like he has the intention to come back to it whenever he's no longer busy. "You can take these dishes and fuck off, so... so I can take care of my Logan." 

"Kicking me out so soon?" Janus's bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout, though he quickly runs his fingers through Logan's hair, dragging his nails along Logan's scalp and making Logan shiver. "You know, I'd love to help, if you'd be so kind as to let me." 

"Help?" Virgil repeats, practically spitting the word back at Janus. 

But Janus just nods. "I had to listen to you talk about Logan, about how special his milk is, and have had to watch you feed him so... intimately. And now you've worked him up so much that I can't help but want to tend to his needs." He grins calmly, but there's a hint of smugness to it. "Like a proper farmer should. It's only right that I take care of my animals, especially the ones that produce such valuable goods." 

Valuable rings around Logan's mind, and his eyes practically roll back at the compliment. 

"And since you know so much about Logan already, you can even show me how it's done," Janus proposes, which seems to interest Virgil. "You can make sure I'm helping him the right way." 

"Virgil," Logan whispers from beneath his hands, and Virgil looks back and forth between his mate and his farmer, before nodding with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. 

"Okay," Virgil agrees, with not as much pushback as Janus expected. "I'll show you. I'll show you just how to reward him for making such good milk, and for being such a good cow, and for being my perfect omega." He's grabbing Logan's pudgy waist and pulling him from the chair, with Janus following Virgil back to the main room. The blankets that were brought out for Logan's milking session with Janus are still out, and have been organized into a makeshift nest in front of their television. While Janus hasn't actively come to check on them since milking Logan the day prior, he can imagine that they've used it at least once if they took the time to gather and put everything into a formation they'd enjoy. 

Logan lets himself be led to the pile, and pushed gently onto it. And though Janus is eager to dive in (seeing as he's been attracted to Logan from the get go, and that attraction has only amplified since seeing him on his hands and knees), he lets them go at their own pace to try and minimize the stress that might be caused by his presence. Though, they both seem surprisingly fine with him here... For now, at least. 

"Is this okay?" Janus hears Virgil quietly ask, as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Logan's pants. "Can I-" he cuts himself off abruptly, glancing at Janus before correcting "can we please touch you? You've been so good Logan; you made milk that was so good. Didn't it taste so good? Aren't you so full now?" Janus is hit a few times by Virgil's rapidly wagging tail. 

"Yes," Logan breathes, though Janus is unsure which of Virgil's questions he's specifically answering. 

It's a satisfying enough answer for Virgil though, who's pulling Logan's pants down fast. 

They're stripped completely away, letting Janus see just how soaked Logan's underwear is. He knew Logan got wet; he saw the damp juices leak through Logan's jeans while he was being milked, but he didn't process just how quickly and how intense his wetness was. 

Virgil's fingers rub over the front of Logan's boxers, and then pull away, both of them shivering at the strings of slick that connect the fabric to Virgil's digits. 

Then, Virgil slides Logan’s boxers down his legs, revealing both his hard cock and his wet cunt.

“Oh,” Janus gasps, as he witnesses the unique genitalia. “That’s… not what I was expecting.”

He can’t help leaning forward to press two fingers against Logan’s vulva, gathering up a lot of Logan’s juices. But as he does so, he realizes that that’s not where all of the slick is coming from.

His fingers dip lower towards Logan’s ass, sliding his fingers between Logan’s crack and finding a similar kind of lube-like juice. His confusion must be clearly written across his face, because he hears Virgil scoff from beside him.

“It’s slick,” he states, like that’s an obvious assessment. “Omegas produce it to make breeding easier.”

“Not just omegas,” Logan pants. “Alphas do too, but theirs comes solely from their cocks. It just looks like pre so it’s not as noticeable.”

“Is having both genitalia also a hybrid thing?” he inquires, deciding that if they’re going to educate him on some things, they might as well educate him on everything.

And though both Logan and Virgil go a bit red, Logan eventually answers “no. That’s a me thing.”

Virgil grabs Janus’s wrist - which does momentarily surprise Janus seeing as Virgil doesn’t typically touch him willingly - and brings Janus’s hand back to Logan’s cunt.

Logan’s small cock twitches as the pads of Janus’s fingers press against him, and Janus watches as more slick gushes and wets the space underneath Logan.

“That’s how you know it feels good,” Virgil mumbles. “He produces more the more turned on he is. Out of both holes.” As Janus pays attention to Logan’s cunt, Virgil touches Logan’s cock, rubbing his palm over it and earning a soft moan from Logan.

In order to watch them, Logan props himself up on his elbows, though it doesn't seem like he's going to be able to keep that position for long due to how hard he's trembling. Still, he tries to keep himself at least partially upright.

“Good boy, Logan,” Virgil praises under his breath. His hand runs up the length of Logan’s cock, over Logan’s stomach, and then back down to where Logan’s shaft connects to his cunt. “Is it okay that Janus is tending to you? If you want him to stop at any point, just let me know, and I’ll chase him back to his house.”

Janus snickers softly as Logan reaches for Virgil, holding to Virgil’s shoulder to keep him steady. To help support Logan, Virgil scoots closer to his torso and hooks an arm around his waist. He’s still clingy - it’s clear that there’s an air of instinctive skepticism regarding this situation - but he looks at Janus less and less, trusting him to not hurt Logan at the very least.

“It’s fine,” Logan whimpers, failing to keep his voice from shaking. “Just… just don’t stop touching me, too.”

Those are terms Virgil’s more than happy to agree to. The two hybrids kiss openly, with Virgil initiating the intense affection by biting at Logan’s lips until he’s whining and again presenting his neck.

Virgil leans down to kiss the skin, his tail wagging faster and faster.

Logan’s tail flicks happily too, which Janus takes as a good sign.

For now, Janus sticks to sliding two fingers between Logan’s folds, using the juices he’s producing as lubricant for his rubbing. 

He has no idea how far he's allowed to go, and having finally gotten the opportunity to properly participate in their intimacy has Janus unwilling to test the limits. Surely he'll have time to push and prod another time, but for now he'll happily take what he's permitted. 

He keeps his attention focused on Logan's cunt, rubbing up and down it leisurely, before he cautiously begins to push two fingers into Logan's vagina. 

They slip easily into him, and the mountain of juices that rushes out as a result leaves Janus wondering what his orgasms could possibly look like if this was just a singular pulse of ecstasy and not even the inevitable climax!

Virgil peers over at him just to check what he's doing, but doesn't say anything as he instead goes right back to kissing Logan's face and neck. 

Eventually, Virgil has to lay Logan back down against the blankets, but Virgil bends down to keep nipping at his throat so Logan's temporarily satiated. Virgil's tongue against his skin, causing him to shiver. And that paired with Janus's fingers slowly pumping in and out of him is more than enough to have another wave of slick gushing out of him. 

Then, Janus adds a third finger, causing Logan's nails to dig into Virgil's upper arm. 

"Janus," Logan moans, which is an embarrassingly attractive sound. Janus can't help sitting up a bit straighter at the noise, finding he quite likes the way his name sounds on Logan's tongue. And when he curls his fingers, it gets another moan, followed by a cry of "please, there!" 

"So polite," Janus can't help but coo, which makes Virgil frown as he assumes it's mocking, but he doesn't tell Janus to shut up. 

Instead, he says "keep doing that," as if he's afraid Janus would actually stop despite the fact Janus can't think about even slowing down! Still, Janus just nods as if he's listening to Virgil, and continues rubbing the pads of his fingers against the roof of Logan's vagina. 

Logan's noises are louder now, and come more consistently. As Virgil kisses him, he also sets his hand in Logan's hair, scratching behind Logan's ears and rubbing over his horns as he bites down over Logan's neck. His shirt never came off, so Virgil has restricted access to his shoulders, but what he can reach of Logan's collarbone quickly becomes purple with hickeys, aside from one specific spot that Virgil seems to tease, but otherwise avoid. 

"You make such good milk and such good noises," Janus points out, his voice low. His compliment excites Logan greatly based on the juice that drenches Janus's hand. 

And instead of arguing just for the sake of arguing - like Virgil typically does - this time he readily agrees. 

"Your milk is so good," Virgil pants, speaking into Logan's ear like he needs his words ingrained in Logan's brain. "It's so delicious. And it's in all of our food, Logan, you make all of our food and it's all so good." 

It's a bit of a stretch, but a pleasant one. 

When Janus's fingers again curl inside of Logan, Logan jolts and tries to close his thighs instinctively. Luckily, Janus has already positioned himself between them, so Logan's knees hit his sides instead. 

"Does that feel good?" Janus asks, in a more mocking tone than he means too. After another harsh look from Virgil, Janus clarifies "I'm genuinely asking. I want to make sure I'm treating you the right way." 

"You are," Virgil grumbles, answering on Logan's behalf. "Don't you see the way his tail is wagging? Can't you smell how turned on he is?" 

A bit dumbfounded, Janus answers "I can't say that I can." 

It's Virgil's turn to be surprised, but before he can comment on it Logan's pulling Virgil back down to his level with a whimper of "I can smell you, Virgil. Please, let me help?" 

Virgil bites his lip. "But, Janus..." 

Logan avoids pointing out the fact Virgil's barely supervising - focusing far more on Logan than Janus in this situation (which Logan enjoys greatly) - and instead just begs "please, Virgil? Let me be a good mate and help." He paws at Virgil's thighs, eyes locked on Virgil's hesitant expression, before Virgil's cursing and relenting, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out quickly like he's desperate for Logan to help him like he's insisting he will. 

Janus can't help but watch as Virgil shuffles closer to Logan's face, his cock dragging along Logan's lips. 

Logan inhales deeply as Virgil's shaft slides across his mouth, drinking in the scent of Virgil's musk and moaning as it sets his hybrid instincts ablaze, before mouthing at the underside of it. 

The display is lewd and hot, and Janus finds himself watching Logan lick Virgil's length while continuously fingering him. His free hand moves to touch Logan's cock, which has Virgil growling briefly before groaning suddenly as Logan takes the tip of Virgil's cock into his mouth, which seems to occupy Virgil's attention from that point onward. 

Logan's cock is much smaller than Virgil's now that Janus can see both of them at once, and so Janus is easily able to rub his hand over its length in a firm and consistent manner, which pairs nicely with his equally rhythmic thrusts into Logan's cunt. 

Each delve of his fingers is met with a moist squelch, and each stroke of Logan's cock has pre being milked out of him. All while Logan keeps his head turned to the side, overwhelmed, teary eyes rolling back into his head as Virgil sets a steady hand in his hair to begin guiding Logan up and down his cock. 

Virgil's spare hand massages Logan's chest. It's still somewhat empty after yesterday, but that doesn't mean it's any less sensitive, and with Janus touching so much of Logan then Virgil feels like he should be too. And it only makes sense to give Logan's breasts some attention; they're what started this whole ordeal in the first place. They produced the sweet milk that enriched their food. That Virgil watched Janus so casually add to their lunch like it was a regular gallon and not Logan's produce. His Logan's produce. 

"You're a good cow," Virgil tells Logan, leaning over him. He pets through Logan's hair, thumbing over Logan's horns until tears roll down his cheeks from the sensitivity of it all. 

Logan moos around Virgil's cock, and then gags as he takes Virgil nearly down to the base. He'd have to open his mouth uncomfortably wide to accommodate for Virgil's knot, so he doesn't even try to take it, but he does enjoy whenever his head lowers and his nose presses against it and he gets a deep whiff of Virgil's most potent area. The pheromones he produces - especially around his groin - are intense enough to make Logan's head spin with pleasure. 

Virgil's similarly affected by the smell of Logan's arousal as it's thick in the air, and sickeningly sweet in Virgil's nose. 

The room is filled with the sound of gags, moans, and the soft, wet noises that come with Janus's fingers moving in and out of Logan. 

And though Janus is uncomfortably hard in his own jeans, he keeps his attention solely on Logan, not wanting to potentially disturb Virgil or Logan by touching himself here. Regardless of how much he yearns too. 

Then Janus's fingers pump right against that pleasurable spot within Logan right as Virgil's thumb presses against Logan's nipple through his shirt and when Logan's head is all the way down on Virgil's cock. And with all of those intensely pleasant sensations afflicting Logan's sensitive body at once, it's really no surprise he's convulsing from the force of his orgasm mere seconds later! 

His cunt clenches down against Janus's fingers as a mixture of slick and come comes gushing out of his holes, while Virgil's arm and Logan's own shirt is dirtied by the semen that splatters out from his cock. And though it's to a much more minimal degree, Logan's shirt is further dampened by a few droplets of milk that spill out from his tender breasts. And the relief feels so good that tears roll down Logan's face in excess, streaking his rosy cheeks with constant wetness. The ecstasy of it all further leads Logan to choke on Virgil's shaft, which causes Virgil to moan and begin to move Logan's head faster along his length.

Though Janus releases Logan's cock, he doesn't stop fingering his cunt. He slows slightly, but never halts, pumping his fingers in and out as Virgil's hips fuck forward into Logan's sloppy mouth. 

Logan both moans and moos around Virgil's shaft, as Virgil pants and drools overtop him. Virgil's eyes are squeezed shut, and he's breathing heavily, maximizing the amount of air he sucks down on each inhale as if it tastes delicious.

And when he comes, he's a lot firmer, holding Logan's head still as he comes down Logan's throat. 

His knot presses against Logan's lips as Logan splutters around him, not being allowed to pull away until Virgil's fully done humping against his face. And though Logan coughs when Virgil finally lets him go, he still rushes to wipe up what he can with his fingers and then sucks them clean after. His tail flicks back and forth at the taste, and then again when Virgil bends down to kiss over his face. And it's only then when Janus pulls his fingers away, causing Logan to shiver. 

Both Virgil and Logan look in Janus's direction when he sits back on his rear - as opposed to kneeling like he was previously - until Virgil's shuffling towards him. 

He sniffs at Janus's messy fingers, before leaning forward to suddenly wrap his mouth around the digits, surprising Janus greatly. 

Virgil's tongue feels slightly coarse as it rubs against his skin, but he still cleans Logan's come off of Janus's hand before pulling away to again sniff at Janus's palm. And Janus lightly rests his hand on Virgil's face as he does. 

"You smell like Logan," Virgil comments, eyes fluttering shut. He lets Janus's hand slide up his face and pet through his hair briefly, before suddenly pulling away and huffing at Janus instead. 

He moves to pet over Logan's stomach soothingly, before again growling when Janus reaches for Logan's legs. 

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, though it's more of a warning than anything. 

But Janus just raises his hands protectively, making sure Virgil can see them both and their distance from Logan's body. "I was going to start cleaning him up. Unless he'd like to soak in his own mess, that is." 

Virgil narrows his eyes. "And what'd you intend to clean him up with? Your fingers?" 

Janus supposes that's a fair point. 

He backs up as Virgil moves to take his place, and works to actually help clean Logan up, though he doesn't use a towel or anything. Instead, Logan's left whimpering as Virgil's tongue slides over his thighs, down by his hole, and against his cunt, licking up all the juices that glistens against Logan's skin. Janus tries not to get too engrossed in the sight, but it's really the sounds that taunt him. So he forces himself to stand up. 

He lingers in their barn as Virgil gets Logan dressed again, but before he can leave with the dishes Logan's quietly asking "did you get any more treats from the market?" 

Softly, Janus chuckles. "What happened to the treats from the twins? Don't tell me you've run out of them already." 

As Virgil helps Logan sit up, Logan vaguely explains "they're set away for... later." 

In reality, they washed out the bucket they used for milk yesterday, and kept the treats the twins' made for them in it for them to grab and enjoy whenever they pleased. They don't typically have free access to treats of any kind, so exerting restraint has been difficult, but they've been managing. 

And luckily, Janus eventually nods. "I did pick up a few more treats. Do you want them now?" 

"Yes," Virgil answers before Logan gets the chance. "And Logan will take an extra helping of macaroni, if you'll heat him up another plate." 

"Virgil..." Logan complains, but Virgil's shushing him quickly. 

"Think of how much of it you've burned off already," he defensively insists. "And you deserve to be reminded just how good your milk is." 

And Logan's easily convinced, relenting and nodding along with Virgil's request as though he's agreed with it from the get go. So Janus nods, and laughs under his breath, already unbuttoning his own pants on his way out the door as though this has become second nature for him. 

He'd get them their treats, and their food... and maybe the next time they get sexual they'd allow Janus to come alongside them. After all, they seemed to be getting a bit more comfortable with him day by day.