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Remus’s voice echoed up the stairs into the common room. “Roman, did you take my extra deodorant?”
“What? That stuff has your spit all over it! No! Ew!” Roman protested; he was sitting at the kitchen counter and painting his nails.
“He’s lying,” Janus called loudly, just to see what would happen.
“Wh—no! I am not! You’re lying!” Roman pointed accusingly at Janus, who was lying on the couch and taking up most of the space on it.
“I dunno,” Remus said, appearing in the door, “that doesn’t sound like something Janny would do.”
“Wh—you—he— he is literally Deceit!” Roman was the picture of indignance. It was making it extremely difficult for Janus not to laugh.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Remus asked, with possibly the most shit-eating grin Janus had ever seen on his face.
As Roman spluttered indignantly, Patton looked up from the card game he and Logan and Virgil had set up on the coffee table. “Hey now. Don’t be mean.”
Janus batted his eyelashes. “I would never.”
Remus giggled, crossing the room and plopping onto the couch; Janus half sat up to make room for him. “Hello, darling,” he greeted, laying back down and putting his head in Remus’s lap.
“Hi, pretty snake,” Remus said, grinning soppily down at him and running a finger down the line of Janus’s nose.
Virgil cast the pair of them a sidelong glance. “I literally moved out to get away from this—”
“Liar,” Janus interjected, taking one of Remus’s hands and lacing their fingers together. “You were just weak for Patton’s cookie recipes.”
Virgil ignored this. “—and you follow me to my house to come flirt here?”
“Technically, the ‘house,’ as you describe our dwelling, belongs to all of us, and by extension actually belongs to Thomas,” Logan put in. “Also, we only have the top floor. It is physically constructed as one house. It would be more accurate to say you moved bedrooms, if that.”
“I—I know, L,” Virgil said, waving his hands placatingly. “I just—I’m trying to make a point here.”
“Just as long as we’re all clear on that,” Logan said, nodding.
“To answer your question, Emo,” Remus said, grinning a little too wide, “yes. Yes, that’s exactly why we’re here. To mess with you specifically.” He glanced over towards the kitchen. “Also my brother dearest over there.”
“Hey!” Roman protested, looking up from where he was blowing on his nails as if that would make them dry faster.
“You have an entire floor to yourselves!” Virgil retorted. “Go make out or whatever there!”
“Stop being rude to my boyfriend, Virgil,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’s hand and tossing Virgil a smirk.
“Yeah, Virgil,” Remus echoed, grinning. “Don’t be homophobic.”
“We’re literally all gay!”
“Well, we’re gayer than you ,” Remus fired back.
“Prove it,” Virgil snapped; Janus saw the instant regret in his eyes. “No—no wait, I take it ba—”
“No takebacks, sorry,” Janus said with his very best evil smirk, pushing himself to sit up. “Remus, doll?”
“Yeah, babe?” Remus inquired with a lacivious grin, sliding one arm around Janus’s waist and using his other hand to cradle Janus’s face.
“I think you should kiss me. We wouldn’t want to disappoint poor Virgil here, after all.”
“Agreed,” Remus said heartily, dragging Janus into his lap and kissing him at once, so eagerly that Janus felt almost lightheaded for a second. He kissed back, relishing the feel of Remus’s mustache and slightly chapped lips against his, wrapping his arms around Remus’s shoulders and relaxing into his hold.
Remus pulled back and began to pepper Janus’s face all over with kisses, grinning proudly as Janus began to giggle.
“Oh, my god, get a room,” Virgil groused under his breath, but he said it with no heat, rolling his eyes and turning back to the game with Patton and Logan.
“They’re cute, leave them be,” Patton said.
“Don’t let them hear you say that!” Virgil said, snorting slightly. “It goes to their heads every time.”
Remus, meanwhile, kissed along Janus’s cheek and playfully down onto his neck, then blew a raspberry on the juncture between Janus’s neck and shoulder. He roared with laughter as Janus shrieked and pushed him away, as much as he could without leaving Remus’s lap. “Sorry. Sorry,” Remus said, still laughing, catching the back of Janus’s head in his palm and pressing their foreheads together.
“I suppose I forgive you,” Janus said, his imperious tone probably not helped by the absolutely besotted grin he could feel stretching across his features. He cupped both Remus’s cheeks in his hands.
“Kiss and make up?” Remus proposed, his eyes never once leaving Janus’s, seeming delighted to simply drink in the sight of him.
“I think that’s a wonderful plan,” Janus said, and sealed his lips against Remus’s.