Logan walked through the door of their home sighing tiredly, hanging up his coat. He ran a hand through his black hair, kicking off his polished shoes, glancing around, wondering why it was so quiet.

"Janus? I'm home." He called, beginning to head into the living room, frowning at the empty wine and vodka bottles, alcohol stained the carpet, but Janus was nowhere in sight.

"Oh Janus," He says with a sigh, beginning to search the bedrooms, not surprised to find a trail of urine leading to the guest bedroom. The broken man laid on the mattress, passed out drunk, pants soaked, which Logan was used to.

It has only been a week since their deal, so Logan wasn't very surprised, Janus was having trouble with the withdrawal symptoms. He had hidden away his credit card, but he supposed Janus must have found it. Most would be angry, irritated maybe, but Logan couldn't bring himself to be. He's known Janus since they were teenagers, he's better than this.

"Janus," He says, nudging him. "Wake up," He adds, peeking under his pants, frowning as he saw him wearing Logan's boxers, as he had taken all of Janus'.

Janus shifted and turned away, but Logan shook him. "Janus come on, wake up," He demands firmly. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, Logan couldn't always be home, he has to work, after all, he couldn't watch Logan 24/7, so he realized he had to figure out a way to keep alcohol out of the picture even when he wasn't home.

Janus groaned loudly, gripping his head, curling up further. "Go away."

"Janus!" Logan hissed. "Up, now!"

"No!"

Logan rubbed at his temples before grabbing the back of his shirt beginning to sit him up himself. Janus opened his eyes and glared at Logan who glared right back. "Don't glare at me mister, you're in trouble."

"For what?!" He hissed before gripping his head in pain.

"For what?" Logan echos calmly. "You probably maxed my credit card, you're not wearing your training pants," He says tugging on his wet pants to prove his point. "And you stole from me, you broke the deal." He says, crossing his arms.

"I needed it!" Janus insisted, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes before wrapping his arms around his stomach. "Fuck, Logan,"

Logan immediately got the hint and grabbed a small trashcan he kept in this room for this very reason and held it out for him. Immediately Janus hunched over, emptying his stomach into the bin. Logan tugged his hair back gently and sighed, resting his forehead against the back of his head.

"Janus, I'm trying to help you," He mumbles. "Why won't you let me help you?"

"I don't deserve help, why," He choked, and Logan could hear his voice crack. "Why do you want to help me? I'm such a mess, for God sakes I'm sitting in my own fucking piss," He exclaimed, sucking in a harsh breath. Logan sat up, setting down the trash can before cupping his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his head.

"Janus," He says softly, brushing away a stray tear that slid down his cheek. "I love you," He mumbles. "I'm going to help you get through this,"

"But why?" He asks, sniffling, clenching his jaw.

"Janus, I've loved you for a while, just because you're in a bad place doesn't mean I'll stop loving you. I'm going to help you, we'll get through this," He assures him, pulling him into a hug. Janus wrapped his arms around Logan and he copied his actions. They stayed like that for a moment before Logan pulled away, sucking in a breath.

"Now Janus, I'm not angry, but I meant what I said. You're in trouble," He informs him, watching as he shifted uncomfortably. "First I believe a bath is an order."

Janus scowled a little at the mention of a bath, baths are childish to him. "I don't want a bath," He tells him with a frown.

"You've lost the privilege to bathe on your own, along with using the big boy potty, I have a special one for you that I'll show you after a bath." He explains simply. "You've also lost adult show privileges and big boy cups and utensils." He adds.

Janus whines lowly, scowling at Logan who raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I'm not a baby." He seethed, glaring at him.

Logan adjusted his glasses. "Babies wet the bed."

Janus gritted his teeth but whined as Logan tugged up his shirt and down his soaked pants and underwear, leaving him nude and vulnerable, a feeling he wasn't sure he enjoyed. He covered himself with his hands but was soon encouraged into a warm bath, which Janus hated to admit that he melted in, the bubbles and lavender scent only relaxing him further.

"I hope you enjoy lavender," Logan speaks, grabbing a loofa, pouring a good amount of body wash on it.

"I'm not picky." Janus mumbles, squirming as he felt Logan's gentle, yet, prodding fingers on his back, it was odd, but comforting in a strange way. Logan went at a slower pace than Janus would have initially enjoyed, but now, he didn't want it to stop, especially as he felt hands in his dirty blonde hair, massaging his scalp.

"Janus," Logan starts, his tone so soft that it made Janus melt further. "I love you," He assures him watching as Janus chewed at his lip.

"I'm trying..."

"Oh Janus," Logan sighs. "I'm proud of you for trying, I really am, this isn't something that goes away, you're going to struggle, but that's why I'm here, as I said, I'm here for you." He assures him, tilting his head back, beginning to rinse out the fruity shampoo.

Janus stared up at Logan, and he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt his eyes tearing up again. Logan noticed and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his head. "You can cry baby," He assures him, beginning to drain the rub, having a nice fluffy towel ready. Janus bit down harder on his lip and shook his head, wiping at his eyes as Logan helped him out, wrapping him in a towel and gently pulling him along to a bedroom he and Janus had shared before the problem erupted. "The more you hold it in, the more tears that will build and the bigger the dam it will create."

Dee sniffled, wiggling a bit before flushing as he found himself nude again, a pull-up being held open for him.

"I don't want a pull-up."

"After the mess you made you're lucky I don't put you in diapers."

Janus glared behind teary eyes, huffing as the man only smiled, and stepped in, yipping as he tugged it up and allowed it to snap into place. Logan made sure it was secure before pulling him into a hug, sitting on his bed, having Janus sit on his lap as he cradled him.

"Pants," Janus protests, wiggling a bit.

"In a bit, I want you to feel vulnerable Janus, the more vulnerable you are, the better. I want you to trust me okay? You'll always be in control, but I need you to trust me." He mumbles carefully, running a hand through his damp hair, rubbing at his back lightly while he buried his pink face into his shoulder.

"Fine," He mumbled quietly.

"Thank you, baby, now let's relax and cuddle for a bit. We've both have had long days, I'll have dinner ready for us soon, I believe it would be best if you'd simply stay here for a moment though, I don't want to overwhelm you."

Janus grumbled quietly, shifting every so often, the pull-up was practically a thin diaper. It's embarrassing, and Janus felt tiny, it was a feeling he wasn't used to and while he had enjoyed the comforting bath, the vulnerability wasn't something he enjoyed quite yet. Logan was good at making him feel better though.

"Janus," Logan mumbles after a while. "I need to switch out your clothes so let's put you in the living room with cartoons." He tells him, standing up, holding his hand as he leads him away, ignoring his soft whines of protest as he was moved.

"Pants," He says again, pouting.

Logan almost cooed. Almost.

"I'll get you an outfit buddy." He promises, having him sit on the couch, before turning on a random cartoon, taking the remote with him just in case. He also remembered the mass that had been made and picked up the empty bottles before heading off to grab the products for cleaning the carpet. He could feel Janus watching him, but he ignored it.

"I could do it..." He offers weakly.

Logan glanced up, and he could see guilt in those beautiful eyes of his. Logan gave a kind smile and shook his head. "It's fine Janus, watch your cartoon," He insists before standing, heading off to finish cleaning, glad that not all of their house is carpeted.

After he finished cleaning, he walked to his bedroom, getting a box of childish clothing before bringing them into the guest bedroom and folding them into the drawers, getting the bed stripped as well. The mattress covering was thankfully helping keep the new mattress urine-free. The clothing varies from overalls, cute hoodies, sweaters, fuzzy socks, etc. Logan decided on a black hoodie with yellow snakes on it, along with black thigh-high socks, deciding he wanted to monitor his accidents to make sure he wasn't keeping any a secret, so no pants for him.

He headed back downstairs, his heart nearly melting as he saw Janus entranced into the cartoon. Logan didn't want to disturb him, but even so, he walked over, smiling softly at him. "Enjoying the cartoon?"

Janus glances at Logan and flushes a little before huffing and turning his head away, crossing his arms. "No, it's for babies."

"Oh, so you're a big boy?" He asks, having him lift his arms, tugging on the sweater before he slipped on the socks.

"Yes!" He insists before flushing as he realized he had answered the babyish question. He pouted at Logan who hummed and kissed his head before pulling away, looking him over.

"There, better?" He asks.

Janus glanced down and quickly realized what he was still lacking. "You didn't give me pants!" He complains.

"I want to monitor your accidents for a while, I don't want you hiding any just to get out of wearing diapers." He explains.

Janus huffs in response and crosses his arms, scowling at the man. Logan raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. "I'm sorry is there a problem?"

"I want pants." He says firmly.

"Yes, well, toddlers don't always have a say in what they get, in this instance, you don't have a say. I already told you my reasoning." He explains before turning away, heading towards the kitchen. "I'm making mince for dinner." He informs him before glancing back.

"Stay there and be a good baby, or else someone will have an early bedtime."