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Janus was not a jealous person, no matter what the others said. The deceitful side was merely making sure the others knew not to touch what wasn’t theirs, that’s all. It started when his darling prince had gotten too up close and personal with anxiety. Roman had been working with Janus and Logan on ideas for a new video when the purple clad side had sauntered over and began blatantly flirting with his boyfriend. A deep wave of possessiveness flooded through the snake, narrowing his eyes as the romantic side giggled at one of Virgil’s comments. Janus just barely bit back a growl as the two got closer.
“Janus? Are you alright?” Logan asked, snapping him out of his angered trance. “I’m not fine” deceit replied, pushing out his chair to stand up. The logical side gave him a look but went back to his research. Meanwhile, Janus strutted over to his boyfriend, nearly shoving Virgil out of the was as he placed his hands on either shoulder. “I just realized, I don’t need to talk to Roman about something important.” He said addressing the anxious side, who was hovering with a sour expression. ‘Good’ Jan hissed in his mind, hands tightening their grip on the shoulders of the creative side. Roman was wearing a slightly startled expression but stood to walk anyway. The moment the prince was standing the pair were off in a flash, a yellow gloved hand wrapped tightly around the other’s waist.
"What did you want to tal-“ The Prince’s clueless question was cut off by the possessive love of his boyfriend. Gloved hands gripped the front of his shirt, cold lips crashing into his. The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongue. The two broke away for air a moment, both faces flush. “Not that I’m complaining, Love, but- Oh!” The question once again broke off into a gasp as his semi reptilian lover put his mouth on the prince’s neck. “Mine” The deceptive side growled into the soft skin of Roman’s neck, pulling down the collar of his shirt. The Prince let out another groan, his boyfriend’s single fang, courtesy of his half snake face, lightly scraping across his collarbone.
“Yours~” Roman agreed with a breath.
~Bonus!~
It was later that day that Virgil shuffled into the doorway of the creative side’s room, leaning against the door frame. The sound was enough to alert Roman, who had been adjusting his post shower robe. A very quick glance at his close friend’s neck told him everything he needed to know. “It went well?” Despite being phrased as a question it was very much a statement. Roman blushed but nodded, digging through his pockets for a moment before handing Virg a twenty dollar bill. “Pleasure doing business with ya’”