fuzzgoesboom asked: Justin/Charlie/Julian AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN. oh god dani i actually think you broke my brain with that. :)
OH LOOK REFORM!LAND
“We brought your pet back.”
Logan gaped at the sight in front of him. Julian—his Julian—hung over the shoulders of Justin Bancroft and Charlie Amos. Tiny bruises littered his neck and chest, and the blissed-out expression on his face was one Logan was all too familiar with. He grinned up at Logan, head still lolling sideways against Charlie’s neck.
“Hey, Logan,” he croaked huskily, tongue darting out to lick at his swollen lips.
“You look angry, Wright,” Justin cocked his head to the side, arm still wrapped firmly around Julian’s waist, “I assure you, we didn’t hurt him.”
“He seemed to enjoy himself, actually,” Charlie added with a grin. He pushed Julian forward, letting the smaller boy stumble through the doorway alone. Logan caught him with practiced ease, arms slipping around his waist protectively.
“Let this be a warning to you, Wright,” Justin said darkly, “If you—or any of your men—step foot on Hanover or Windsor territory again…”
“Get out,” Logan finally spat, fiery gaze still trained on Julian, “Now.”
The two smirked, nodding curtly as they took off down the hall. Surprising, really. They had expected a bit more threatening on Logan’s end.
But the Stuart simply gathered Julian in his arms, setting him down on the bed and perching beside him.
“This was a terrible mistake on your part, kitten,” he brushed a lock of hair from Julian’s eyes, “You realize, of course, that this means war.”
Julian hummed and leaned into Logan’s touch. “Sounds like fun.”