build-a-dad workshop

It occurred to Logan, sometime on the drive, that his dad was going to be way shorter than him after all this was over and done. He swallowed down his laughter and stayed quiet like a good son. He hadn't done it on purpose, but it'd certainly be cute, wouldn't it? It was all very cute. He reached over and pinched the prince's cheeks, grinning, and was chipper for the rest of the way back.

Once they were back and everything was set up properly, Logan watched Florentin neatly kill the replacement body. He agreed with what was said afterwards. It was the kindest, quickest death he'd ever been involved with, and almost strange to witness-- as though something carnal in him was waiting for it to turn more brutal. It never did. Calling the man lucky, however, might've been a stretch.

What Florentin did was very different than what Logan did. Building a body into something more solid instead of taking everything away, bringing a life back rather than purely snuffing it out. Logan couldn't say he envied this path over his own. It was exciting to catch a glimpse of it from a distance, but he didn't want it. He was only an audience member here.

And he made for an extremely impressed audience, mouth open and in anticipation for the entire ritual. The dark magic in the air made him shiver. He'd never been this close to it, and it tasted like pure power. Whatever was left of his mother's blood in him wanted to squirm and shrivel away from it, but Logan's true, personal magic overwhelmed that half of him, nearly swallowing it whole by now.

When the body glowed, Logan approached it, and felt at the warmth. He blushed, and fought back the tears that threatened to spill once more. Dizzy and sensitive, he was glad to be beckoned to the living room, shuffling after Florentin. He was quiet, and endlessly hopeful he'd have his dad back soon. "Thank you," he said, softly.

Once the bodyguard had done what was requested and went off again, Logan blinked owlishly at Florentin. Express his undying gratitude? Was he asking for…? Well, that was fine. While he could use the food, not having had any for over half the day, he had promised this. He hummed, shrugged, and stood up from his seat, walking over to Florentin before sinking down in front of him.

He touched the other boy's thigh, looking up at him with big eyes, and promptly started to suck him off. Not only was it well earned, but Logan happened to really, really enjoy doing this. Practice made perfect, and Logan practiced a lot.

Logan thought he would've made a damn good incubus, in another life. Activities like this already seemed to refresh him, make him feel more bright eyed and bushy tailed, and he couldn't get enough of it. Sex was also his go-to, easiest method for satisfying other people, and he appreciated having that kind of power. He swallowed most of the cum in his mouth, then kissed Florentin, indulgent, softly moaning. Logan was about to wrap his arms around him, but that was quickly interrupted by all the noise in the basement. And once he heard that, all thoughts on anything aside from his father were gone.

He leapt up and raced after Florentin and his bodyguard, bouncing on his feet, a huge grin across his face. He felt bright inside, near bursting with it. He even did an excited little fistpump before getting there. His dad was alive! His papa! His favorite family member, one of his two favorite people in the world! He was okay and safe and not a bloody pile of gore on the ground! He jumped for joy and clicked his heels together.

Sasha didn't like any of this. It was good for Florentin to have his research and practice opportunities, but the harbinger knew who Billy Graham was, what this man would've liked doing to a pretty boy like his darling, and didn't want them to have anything to do with that. He was tense and ready for trouble. A flash of a vision appeared for him, and he jerked Florentin away, shielding him with his own body. If Florentin hadn't been listened to, after that, Sasha would've knocked out Graham and kicked him and his son out of their damn house. Let them deal with their shit away from the love of his life. Christ's sake. Sasha was ruffled, but he remained quiet, giving Logan a chance to talk now, eyes narrowed, watching everything.

Logan skidded to a stop next to Sasha, and when he saw his dad, the breath was knocked out of him, like a hard punch to the gut. Heat rose to his face, his hands shaking again, images of what he'd seem back in the warehouse repeating one after the other in his head. He tried to compose himself, but it just wasn't going to happen.

The unicorn sniffled, and hiccuped, and as soon as Billy addressed him with that familiar silly accent, he practically launched himself at his father, bawling and half pinning him to the floor. "Daaaaaaad!" he cried, rubbing his face on the blond's. He smelled so nice right now, too, even if not by choice. With an awareness that Florentin wouldn't give a fuck, or at least wouldn't be surprised, Logan went ahead and peppered Billy with kisses, cupping his face and pressing a longer one to his lips. He wiped his eyes, overwhelmed with the mix of grief, relief, and euphoria, and squeezed him tight. "I'm so glad, I'm so glad… You can't die on me so soon, I love you…"

Trying not to hyperventilate, Logan took a deep breath. He pulled Billy to his feet, supporting him with an arm around his waist. Well, along with the support of what would likely feel awkward at first-- completely new body and all— Logan didn't want to let him go. It was likely Billy would squirm away eventually, but Logan was savoring everything he could get. This had scared the death out of Logan. A little cuddling was fucking owed.

"What I was thinking, grouchy," Logan started, fondly kissing the top of Billy's head, "is that if I gave you something similar to your old body, it'd be painfully suspicious. You never really blended in like that-- not on this island, where practically everyone looks like a porn star. This'll throw the police offAnd resorting to necromancy without taking youth along with it seems ridiculous. You aren't old." He shot Florentin a look, as though warning him to not add in the 'more fuckable' comments from earlier. Blond haired and strikingly blue eyed, Billy did leave Logan's mouth a bit dry, but he wasn't about to admit it.

He giggled like a schoolgirl with a crush and cleared his throat. Needed to push the smitten aside and ask the important questions. "Dad? Dad, please, can you tell me what happened to you last night? I have my guesses, Detective Felix Verma being one of them, but they only fill in so many gaps in the story. Do you want some water, food, anything, while you explain?" He was fussing, but this was exactly the time to fuss, and Logan was an infamous mother hen.

Logan squished a hand to his cheek. Pocket sized dad! Oh, God, had he been blushing? That was too precious. If Logan didn't find it cute, he would be severely concerned. This must've been the weirdest version of a daddy kink in the book-- or perhaps some kind of role reversal. Not that he'd ever suggest Billy play the submissive one, between the two of them. That was… going too far, and would get him more than a few smacks. Christ.

This was an odd day. Logan lightly cleared his throat, happily jumping on the topic presented. His thoughts were going in inappropriate directions. Playing God. "Really, Florentin?" He asked, eyebrows raising. "That's quite the deal. Do you have any other details about this to share? A 'how to care for your zombie father for dummies' guide, perhaps? Weaknesses, strengths-- is the cannibalism going to be healthier, now? Will he have more enjoyment from eating raw flesh?" He rattled off his questions like a mother who'd brought her spoiled, grumpy child to the doctor's.

He quietly mourned the loss of Billy's pretty hair, but wasn't surprised he cut it off. In fact, Logan was happy there wasn't a bigger tantrum thrown over it. And he still looked absolutely adorable. The only thing that could remove that was glamour or disfiguration, not a quick haircut or change of clothes. Logan's bias didn't even need to be considered, as Billy's outward looks now reflected the mushy feelings that'd been directed towards him all this time. He watched as the ID was sliced apart, and nodded. "Alright. It'll be expensive, and you'll be using it from now on for a good long while, so pick what you want to be carefully. It's a fresh start! Feel free to be creative." He didn't think his dad was going to go nuts there, but made the offer nonetheless.

As suspicions were confirmed, Logan grew a bit more grim. It was hard to take a spotlight over his high spirits at successfully getting back his father-- which, considering the orphan population of the island, was something truly worth celebration-- but he had remained outraged, in the background, over what had happened. The full story only made him grit his teeth. He felt shitty over not being there to protect his dad at the time. "I wouldn't say 'happy', no," Logan murmured. "I'm sorry."

He glanced nervously at Florentin, giving him that big, round eyed look. "Um. I-I'm very grateful for all you've done-- I don't imagine my father and I could have a moment alone to talk, before heading out? To catch our breath, with all of this." He trailed closer to Billy, wanting to try and comfort him, hand hovering near his shoulder. If anything too similar to pity would be rejected, well, there were other, tried and true methods of comfort to fall back on.

Logan nodded along with all the details, mentally noting them. Fairly standard and easy to remember. He screwed up his nose a bit, hoping against the rotting-- or that if it did happen, there was a specialty product in Manta Carlos that'd help regulate it. "Thank you, Florentin," he murmured, bowing his head slightly.

He sighed in relief as they agreed to leave. It was their house, so it would've been reasonable to deny the request, and blessing that they didn't. His cheeks turned pinker at the conditions given, and he rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't used to his habits being so obvious. Well, that rule was disappointing, but it was fine. He wasn't desperate for sex right that minute, and had mostly intended to give his dad a breather from their hosts staring at them.

Billy behaved like a cat in response. Logan jumped a little at the sound of breaking glass, then coughed to muffle his giggling. He inched over and pushed the shattered pieces under the table with his foot, humming innocently. If he was going to get in trouble for that, he wanted it to be later, not now.

Logan watched and listened to Billy patiently, eyes lighting up when he mentioned school. Did that mean he might start seeing his father almost every day, on campus? It was catching up to Logan, now, that he could talk to him in public, like this. They could actually spend time together outside of confined, specific areas. He couldn't be more thrilled, smile wobbling, sniffling once. He wiped his face and nodded at his dad enthusiastically. "Yes! There's-- there's a new Graham place now. Nanna has a pie place set up in a cute part of town, and there's a butcher shop next to that. If you don't want to tell anyone about this… well, I'll introduce you as my… friend." He coughed. Probably shouldn't push his luck by trying to call this new Billy anything else.

He blinked when his dad spoke to him, then appeared to get shy for a moment, quieting after. Logan waited for him to finish the thought, curious about what could've made Billy Graham of all people feel awkward. The unicorn's eyes grew big and round, like they always did when he was invested in something. Then, they sparkled. His father… was happy with him! He'd thanked him for bringing him back, instead of only being bitter and grouchy!

Logan took the hand that'd been clapped on his shoulder and kissed along the knuckles, then wrapped his arms around Billy in another hug, squeezing, cheek resting on the top of his head. "You don't have to thank me, dad-- I'm just happy you're alive, safe, and with me. That's all I want, I'd do anything for that, or to make you happy. I'm proud of you for taking this in stride, wanting to go back to school and everything, really make the most of it. That's wonderful. I love you, okay? I love you."

He freed Billy from the horrors of cuddling and sentiment, taking a step back, flashing a grin and giving him a salute. "Sir yes sir! Let's get some fresh air, maybe something to eat? You should tell me your new name ideas on the way there, and I'll buy you a beer. Let's go!" And so, peppy and bouncing, Logan took Billy's arm and pulled him off.