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"Oh come on V - it won't be all that bad," Roman said, gently tugging Virgil along the path up to the dorm building, Virgil, in turn, carried most of their things - that was their deal, Virgil carried the stuff, Roman talked to anyone they came across. It worked pretty well for the both of them
"I still don't understand why we're doing this," Virgil rolled his eyes, "I've already been to collage once-"
"Because it'll be fun! And besides - we haven't been able to come out for a few years - wouldn't it be lovely to see what’s changed? And you went to college a century ago, I doubt your degree is even valid anymore.”
Virgil simply grumbled as Roman held the door open for him and they made their way up to their assigned dorm room, “I hope the walls aren’t too thin.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Roman rolled his eyes, “It’s students anyway, isn’t it? I’m sure we’ll hear a lot we don’t want to - who cares if they hear us?”
“I suppose you’re right - they’ll just think we’re cultists or something,” Virgil dumped their bags on one of the beds as he spoke. He was very right in assuming that they wouldn’t be using it.
“Just… give it a chance?” Roman asked, Virgil huffed.
“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”
—-
It took a little bit of effort on both of their parts to adjust to living in a college dorm. First of all - having a single bed was odd, but they were still just as happy to share. It’s not like they really needed sleep, and when they wanted to lie down and relax together they tended to cuddle up close enough that it wasn’t an issue.
Classes too were another issue. Roman hadn’t been apart from Virgil for more than a few hours since he’d been turned, a lot of that was anxiety that Virgil himself helped him manage, but he had found going to class when he and Virgil were studying different majors was a little bit terrifying, especially at first. Virgil had said he looked like a kicked puppy the first time he’d gone to class. And every single time after that.
Having such a small space between them was a difficult adjustment too - coming from Roman’s mansion to a tiny college dorm room? Yeah, they had a bit to adjust to, but they had heated blankets (such a wonderful invention), a mini fridge stocked full of blood bags and each other, what more could they possibly need?
—-
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Roman yelped as he bumped into someone in the hallway, almost causing a disaster - the guy’s bowl of ramen almost went flying, luckily it was still firmly within his grip, “Didn’t see you the- oh-!”
The person he had bumped into was… Roman couldn’t think of another way to describe him, incredibly pretty. His dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, he had tan skin decorated with white patching - had Roman ever seen something like that before? He wasn’t sure. The guy was giving him an odd look - beautiful hazel eyes narrowed - and Roman quickly realised it was probably because he was staring.
“Uh- sorry for uh- bumping into you,” Roman said, trying not to sound too flustered as he and this pretty guy stared at each other. He couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.
“It’s…. Fine,” He said, frowning at him and oh god, his voice was lovely, Roman thought that if he could combust spontaneously, he would have.
And then the guy left, into the dorm right next door to theirs. Shit.
Roman stood slightly dumbfounded in the hallway for a moment, before running back to their dorm.
“Virgil!” Roman yelled, slamming the door open and making his love jump terribly and turn to look at him. Roman had more important things on his mind right now, “Virgil, Virgil, you will not believe what I just saw oh my goodness.”
“Roman what- what the fuck?” Virgil said after he had recovered at least a little, “Did someone get murdered? What the hell are you yelling about?”
“Our neighbour is hot,” Roman said, eyes still wide as he went over to Virgil, “Like really, really hot.”
“Shit really? What’s his name?” Virgil asked, looking up at him - well at least Virgil wasn’t upset about it. Roman, however, quickly realised he had forgotten to get one crucial piece of information from the pretty stranger.
“I don’t knowww -” Roman whined, “I didn’t ask!”
“You didn’t ask?” Virgil cried, before pouting, “Roman! Every time!”
“I know! It’s terrible!” Roman said, shaking his head with a sigh, “Hopefully I’ll bump into him again…”
—-
Janus didn’t know what to do.
He had run into a hot guy, that was… unquestionable. The guy who had bumped into him had been beautiful, and he’d stared at Janus like… something not bad? And then Janus had run off. Well, no, he’d walked back to his dorm at a normal pace to enjoy his ramen - which had almost been knocked out of his hands by said hot guy. He had spat out a mouthful when he’d heard a yell from his already irritatingly noisy neighbours (like seriously, it had only been a week, how many times could two people go at it in a week?) about a hot person he had run into. It couldn’t be him - Janus didn’t think that was possible. It must be a coincidence, hot guy couldn’t be his neighbour, and he wouldn’t be talking about him anyway.
There was also another problem with his neighbours too which made him hesitant to think about it. That was the fact that he was fairly certain they were a part of some weird blood cult. The scene one especially - who Janus had actually seen once or twice in the corridors but never talked to - he was pretty sure talked about it a lot, drinking blood, not sleeping, weird rituals… honestly, not something Janus wanted to get himself involved in no matter how hot they were… why did he always end up attracted to weird ones again?
Trying to take his mind off of that, Janus sat at his desk and opened his laptop, pulling up some video he had to watch for his course while he ate.
—-
Virgil rarely found himself in their dorm kitchen. It’s not like he needed food, after all, and that was the main purpose of the kitchen. He usually got coffee at one of the cafes that opened late when he went to classes, or just suffered. Right now, though, it was the middle of the day and he wanted hot chocolate. Roman was at the theatre on campus for some kind of rehearsal and Virgil didn’t much feel like waiting for him to pick up something on his way back in a few hours, nor did he feel like going out by himself and getting burned to a crisp in the sun.
So that meant he was in the kitchen, hoping that Roman had bought some kind of hot chocolate when he bought baking ingredients for whatever reason. Kneeling down on the floor that’s probably dirty with his head shoved practically into the cupboard as he searched through all of the fancy baking products only to no avail. During this time, Virgil hadn’t even noticed another person enter the kitchen - with a set of noise cancelling headphones over his pointed ears and his sense of smell obstructed by all of the damn spices and essences in this cupboard.
That did mean, though, that when Virgil finally pulled himself out of the cupboard and turned around, grumbling to himself all the while about the lack of sweet drink, he was greeted by the sight of another person standing at the kitchen counter with a bowl of what looked like spaghetti. Virgil yelped in surprise and accidentally backed into the counter whilst the person gave him a weird look. Quickly, Virgil pulled his headphones from his ears and actually gave the person a look over… oh shit he was pretty.
Virgil took in this person’s appearance for all of three seconds before deciding he needed to change his plans about getting burned to a crisp today to save himself from the embarrassment of being caught grumbling about hot chocolate with his head in a cupboard. He was still being stared at, too, which absolutely wasn’t helping.
What also wasn’t helping was that this person looked like the same person Roman had met in the hallway and came in screaming about that one time. At least, he matched the description perfectly - Roman hadn’t gotten him a name to ask, after all.
For an awkwardly long moment, this staring contest of sorts continued until Virgil eventually looked away, flustered, and awkwardly closed the cupboard behind him.
“Uh- hi,” He says, looking away, “Sorry - that, that was - probably weird…”
“A - little?” The guy said, frowning at him, “But it’s fine…?”
Oh, so Roman wasn’t lying about how pretty his voice was either, okay, Virgil saw how it was, he was going to die of being too gay for his own good. Great.
“What uh - what are you making?” He asked, trying so hard not to make this conversation awkward and ultimately failing miserably, “It… smells good? Now that I can smell something that’s not Vanilla, saffron or almond anyway…”
Seriously, Roman had so much shit in that cupboard.
“Oh- just chili spaghetti, nothing special,” He answered, letting Virgil know that he had absolutely made this conversation so awkward - he really really hoped he hadn’t ruined this. All he wanted was this guy’s name and some hot chocolate, he really wasn’t asking that much, but here he was, entirely freaking out about it. So close to turning and running, Virgil made one final attempt.
“You don’t… happen to have any hot chocolate you’d let me have, do you?” He asked, trying and failing very hard not to sound completely pathetic when he asked. Pretty guy seemed like he was about to say no, before getting lost in thought. Virgil noticed him blush, which was weird, before shaking his head. He could only imagine what was going on in this strange, kind of cute, guy’s brain.
Eventually he moved away from his spaghetti to one of the cupboards and dug through it right to the back, before pulling out a box of hot chocolate and practically shoving it into Virgil’s hands, “Here, just - take one -” he said, before going back to his pasta. Virgil nodded dumbly and opened the box - it wasn’t even opened! What the hell -! Before taking one of the sashays inside and offering it back.
“My name’s Virgil by the way,” He said, his voice coming out so much more confident than he was actually feeling right now.
“Oh - I'm Janus?” He said, not offering any kind of ‘nice to meet you’ as he took back the box. Virgil took his (well earned for all this social interaction, he thought) hot chocolate sashay back over to the mug he had brought from his room and started making it.
“Uh, cool,” Virgil nodded, before Janus picked up his bowl of chili spaghetti and went to leave, “Cya?”
“...Bye,” He said - before basically bolting from the room. Well, Virgil thought, that could probably have gone worse. Somehow.
By the time his hot chocolate was ready to drink, Virgil had managed to stave off the impending panic attack because of just how awful that had been and he was now ready to gloat about getting this guy’s name to Roman when he got back. Even just the idea was enough to have him smiling into his mug as he returned to their dorm.
In the end, Roman was just happy to hear that Virgil agreed on how pretty this guy was - and that he had actually managed to get a name to put to the face. Roman wondered if they could approach him together at some point… if they both agreed he was really pretty…. Well maybe there was a chance the hot guy felt the same!
Virgil wasn’t quite as optimistic about their chances, but he was still quite interested in the idea.
—-
Okay, so, Janus had seen the scene guy (Who’s name was apparently Virgil but he honestly didn’t really care) in the kitchen. Getting hot chocolate. Normally he didn’t think it would be weird to see someone in the kitchen getting hot chocolate, the weird part was how awkward he had been, and then the fact that he’d asked Janus for hot chocolate. He didn’t even drink hot chocolate! He’d just happened to have a box in his cupboard that Patton had given him a while ago, it wasn’t even open before today.
At least this one had had the decency to actually talk to him, he had been awkward and weird about it but Janus was awkward and weird too so Janus couldn’t exactly hold that against him. It was hard to know what he should think about his two odd neighbours. Both were weird in their own right, Virgil (apparently) was tall and a little spooky, he looked a little like he could beat Janus up without breaking a sweat, but from talking to him today he had seemed sweet and a little nervous - which was weird, since he was pretty sure they were part of a cult, bu that was irrelevant for now., and he dressed in full scene attire like he had stepped straight out of 2005. Janus had no problem with people dressing how they wanted, but still. The other, who’s name he didn’t yet know, was even weirder to him. He seemed to be energetic and a little jumpy - from the one time he had bumped into Janus, he hadn’t seen him otherwise. The guy dressed like he’d stepped out of a stage production of Romeo and Juliet. His hair was always done up nicely in a braid or some other fancy style and it was, frankly, beautiful.
Again, Janus didn’t want to think about that, because he was pretty sure the two of them were part of a cult.
What sort of cult? He had no idea, but some kind of cult regardless. They also seemed to be in a pretty committed relationship with each other, if the sounds he regularly heard through his wall were anything to go by. Part of him sort of wished he could join them - which was a slightly terrifying thought he didn’t want to be having - but they always sounded like they were having… a lot… of fun.
Something was going on with the two of them, that was all he knew.
—-
There were notes on their door.
Roman wasn’t sure when it had started, because he was pretty sure Virgil had been taking them down before he saw them. But the ones he had seen were vaguely passive aggressive messages pretty much telling them to shut up. Which… fair, he supposed, they were quite loud.
There had been one instance that Virgil had complained about. A note had been pressed into his hands saying “Shut tf up, no dick is that good,” - Roman had burst out laughing while Virgil pouted and grumbled about how it was in fact that good. Roman had simply laughed and handed back the note, shaking his head. Maybe he would try and keep it down. He… really did not succeed.
—-
About a week later, they were interrupted in the middle of…. Activities, by a knock on their door. That was pretty uncommon, in a college dorm, unless someone had actually made a noise complaint or someone was pulling a prank on them there was no reason. Virgil had simply told him to ignore it, but after a moment the knock sounded more insistent and annoyed. Roman groaned and gave Virgil a kiss before scrambling off of the bed and grabbing the first item of clothing he saw from the floor - one of Virgil’s oversized hoodies - and pulled it on with a quick yell of “Coming!” when the person knocked for a third time. Virgil snickered and Roman gave him a look.
They were just lucky they hadn’t gotten to the fun part yet.
Roman walked over to the door as Virgil sat back up in bed, pulling on a top and some pants over his boxers as he did so - whoever their uninvited guest was didn’t need to see that.
“Hello?” Roman said, opening the door with a look of confusion on his face, “Oh! It’s you! Janus, right?”
“Whatever,” Janus said, crossing his arms, “look - I don’t wanna- interrupt whatever the hell you two have going on but you guys are being loud enough that you might as well invite me to join, some people here want actual sleep for once.”
Roman shared a way too obvious look with Virgil, who got up off the bed and walked over to stand behind Roman.
“Why don’t you, then?” He said, tilting his head. Janus faltered, a blush spreading across his cheeks - Roman smiled.
“I- what?”
“Why don’t you join us, then?” Virgil asked again, “Consider this a formal invitation.”
Janus narrowed his eyes at them, before huffing, “I just want to get a good night's sleep for once.”
“And yet, here you are?” Roman pointed out, gesturing to him, “Why not come in?”
“I don’t want any part in this weirdo blood cult you two are part of,” Janus practically hissed, making Roman falter since… Well that wasn’t what he expected him to say.
“What…” Roman mumbled, before looking over at Virgil in confusion, he just shrugged.
“What - cult? We’re not part of a cult, what the hell are you talking about?” Virgil said, frowning at the very confused looking guy in their doorway.
“You - the cult you’re both in!” Janus protested, “You know, where you drink blood and talk about weird stuff and bite each other!?”
“That’s… that last one’s just a kink,” Roman mumbled.
“We’re not in a cult, we’re vampires,” Virgil said, blunt and deadpan, surprising even Roman - though Janus seemed even more shocked, eyes wide and face even more red.
“What…” Janus said, “Don’t be stupid, vampires don’t exist, what do you even gain from that? Just admit you’re in some weird cult and-”
“Would you like me to bite you and prove it?” Virgil huffed, putting a hand on his hip.
“Yes-” Janus said, before going beet red - Roman barely managed not to laugh at how eager he sounded for that, even Virgil raised an eyebrow at that.
“Needed a moment to think about that one, huh?” He said sarcastically,
“Well are you going to do it or not?” Janus practically taunts - well that was a mistake. Virgil hums, carefully pushing past Roman to pull Janus into the room so that he can close the door behind him.
Roman let Virgil pull Janus past him into the room, he was just glad it was vaguely tidy for once. He went over and sat down on the bed to watch this, he was interested to see how Janus would react when Virgil actually did bite him, because Virgil had never been quite as reluctant about it as Roman was. Distantly, he wondered if Janus was trying to call his bluff.
Regardless, though, Virgil moved to stand behind him, pulling his hair away from his neck. Janus’ eyes flicked to Roman, who gave him a bright smile right before Virgil bit down. The pinching feeling of fangs sinking into his neck made Janus gasp as his eyes widened. Virgil had to wrap his arms around Janus’ waist and chest as his venom began to kick in to stop him from falling and he pulled away fairly quickly, licking the spilled blood from his neck and closing the puncture wounds as he did so. With a finger he swiped a trail of blood that had spilled down to Janus’ collarbone and licked that off too, all the while Janus’ eyes were locked on Virgil’s hand and his face was a pretty shade of pink.
“Do you believe us now?” Virgil asked, smirking at him before licking his lips and sighing happily, “You taste just as good as you look.”
—-
{Idk if I’ll ever write this so just imagine some graphic smut here}
—-
“How pretty you are,” Roman said softly, brushing Janus’ hair back from his face where he lay against his chest, hands pressed into Roman’s shoulder’s as he let out heavy breaths. Virgil sat beside them, littering gentle kisses across Janus’ shoulder and Roman’s cheek alternatively.
“...Wow,” Janus said quietly, breathless, looking up at Virgil, who smirked.
“So,” Virgil said, “The dick was that good, huh?”
Janus went red, Roman was honestly surprised he still had the energy in him to do so, he looked exhausted - he had almost forgotten how quickly humans tired.
“I- I guess,” Janus said, pushing himself to sit up. Roman followed, placing a hand on his arm to brace him while Virgil put a hand in the small of his back. He was a little wobbly, but not as out of it as he had seemed a minute ago.
He went to get off of the bed and Virgil made a noise of concern in the back of his throat. Janus seemed to pay no mind.
“Well um-” Janus said, pulling his shirt over his head as his spoke, now it was Roman’s turn to make a distressed noise, was he leaving ? “That was… great, uh - thanks for inviting me.”
“What?” Roman asked, voice a little sad, Virgil reached over and took his hand.
“Hey,” Virgil said, making Janus turn as he was pulling his pants back on, “I did not just have my dick in your ass so you could walk away with a ‘thanks for inviting me’.”
Janus - and somehow it was possible - got even redder, “I- what? You - what do you mean?”
“I mean, why are you leaving?” Virgil huffed.
“Because…” Janus said, before pausing for just a moment - he couldn’t come up with anything, “Why would you want me to stay?” He said instead, “Didn’t you just- want a third or something?”
“A third?” Roman said, seeming almost offended. Virgil whacked him affectionately on the arm.
“We want you to stay because we think you’re incredibly pretty,” Virgil said, “And charming, and dare I say hot - we invited you in because we like you.”
“You - like me?” Janus asked, seeming astounded.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I bumped into you in the hallway, darling, yes I like you.”
Janus just stared at them.
“It’s okay if you don’t like us,” Virgil said, “I mean - I guess our first impressions weren’t great and - and inviting someone in for sex after they tell you to shut up probably isn’t how normal relationships go - but…”
“We would like a chance to get to know you properly,” Roman said, holding out a hand for him, “If you’re willing?”
Janus hesitated, looking at the outstretched hand with a mix of hesitation and distrust - like he didn’t believe they were really offering this.
“Would you like to cuddle with us?” Virgil offered, tilting his head, before adding, “At least let me make sure you’re all cleaned up and healed…”
“You… you both really want me to stay?” Janus asked, looking between them.
“I would like nothing more, darling,” Roman said with a smile.
Virgil nodded, “We should’ve made our intentions clearer from the start.”
“Maybe,” Janus said, reaching out to take Roman’s hand. Still hesitant, but allowing Roman to pull him up onto the bed.
“Next time, we will be,” Virgil said, kissing Janus’ cheek once he was close enough, “Now, let’s get these off and clean you up properly, shall we? I want to make sure those bite marks I left healed up as they should’ve…”
Janus looked over at Roman, who had gotten up to grab a cloth whilst Virgil was fretting over him, “Is he always like this?” he asked, Roman chuckled.
“Oh, every time,” He said, smiling, “It’s sweet, you’ll get used to it.”
“I will?” Janus asked, looking back at Virgil.
“Hm? Of course,” He said, “Why not?”
“Does… that mean you’ll want me to come back?” He asked, tilting his head.
“Well yes, I thought we made that clear - didn’t we just discuss this?” Roman asked, frowning in confusion, “Of course we want you to come back, sweetheart, we didn’t do this just for the sex - though it was wonderful - we did this because we like you. If you want to come back, we will gladly welcome you.”
Janus seemed to droop in relief, letting Roman wrap his arms around him as Virgil fussed over them both.
—-
Not long after that, Janus fell asleep in Roman’s arms, leaving the two vampires to curl up around him. They were all clean, Virgil had painstakingly put colourful little bandaids on all of the bites Janus had received (it was difficult to know how far it was okay to go with a human, neither had been with one in a hundred years - Virgil reminded himself they’d need to talk about boundaries later). For now though, Virgil wrapped an arm around both Janus and Roman, holding the two of them close and snuggling into the human’s warmth. Virgil thought he could certainly get used to this.