Camden's Little Hideaway

SAY WHAT?!

abusing_sarcasm — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 15:33:53 GMT

Well, that is completely unexpected and wildly delighting! *rolls* Dating a Straight Boy is getting ridiculously decorated over there... I'm just... Speechless. 0_o

Anyway, I've been failing at blogging because I've been busy with Christmas festivities. I STILL haven't finished all my Christmassing, as we still haven't done presents with my brother-in-law and his family, plus there's New Year's Eve to contend with, AND January 1st is my mom's birthday and etc. etc.

Regardless, I just wanted to say THANK YOU to all of you, and I hope you had a wonderful holiday if you celebrate it! <333333

P.S. My husband bought be a Keurig for Christmas. This is another reason I've been conspicuously absent. I've been mainlining coffee like a fiend. *jitters*

Hello!

abusing_sarcasm — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 21:30:42 GMT

Yes, I realize I haven't updated since the Hoover administration and I'm not going to update now. *hides* I just wanted to fly by to mention that Dating a Straight Boy is Weird and Creepy has been nominated for two Deathly Hallows Awards (http://deathlyhallowsawards.blogspot.com/) and to ask if anyone still remembers who I am that they could maybe vote. I feel bad asking since I'm never here anymore, but I'd feel badder not acknowledging the honor. :D So thank you nominators, administrators, and voters!

I really miss LJ. RL has eaten my brain. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas and OH HOLY CRAP I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO! On that note, off to the post office. :) Love to everyone!

XOXOXOXOXO
Cam

OMG THE BEST BIRTHDAY IN THE WORLD!

abusing_sarcasm — Thu, 27 May 2010 13:55:58 GMT

I know I've been totally MIA (RL has been infuckingsane lately), but I absolutely could not let this day pass without saying a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my beloved bryoneybrynn. I wish I had a good present for you, but all I have to offer right now is my undying love and affection. :D

Anyway, I adore you and I'm counting the days until our next hug. :D

Hello, Once Again

abusing_sarcasm — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 00:15:06 GMT

I've asked myself many times how long a self-imposed exile should be, and it never seems as though it's been long enough. However, I'm bored, and I miss my outlet.

Things are going to be different, though. I've had some issues with fandom, and things eventually got to a point where I had to admit that I got addicted (like addicts do) and it led me to make some really terrible choices. So I'm coming back to LJ (and possibly back to fandom eventually, although which fandom and in what capacity remains to be seen) and I'm going to try to do things in a better way. Step one is a massive flist cut.

The "old me" was very concerned with things like having a lot of LJ friends, but that was just one of the many counterproductive and self-destructive things that I need to get rid of. So I've removed everyone except people that I have an actual, personal relationship with. I define that as people I've met in real life or people that I've had in-depth conversations with on multiple occasions. I've also cut everyone who was affiliated with American Idol fandom, because I have no intention of revisiting that fandom again, and I won't be discussing anything pertaining to that fandom here. My fic is (and always will be) unlocked for everyone to read, so there's no need for anyone to friend me. If I removed you and you think that I made a mistake in doing so, please send me a message and berate me about it. It's entirely possible that I clicked a box I shouldn't have clicked. I basically removed everyone, so please don't be upset or insulted. I'm trying to start over from scratch, and that's hard to do when you're clinging to the past. Also, I'm a notorious softie, so I pretty much had to axe everyone or no one. There was no middle ground for me.

Basically, the main reason for my return is that I miss my outlet. I'm on Facebook, but many of my friends there are relatives or childhood friends, and I have to censor myself far too much for my taste. So I'm trying this thing again. However, things are going to be different around here. I'm going to try to stay above the fray this time and keep my sanity. Wish me luck. :)

Love,
Cam

Kris/Adam/Drake Comment Porn!

abusing_sarcasm — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 07:20:37 GMT

Comment porn turned into a whole story. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!?!

Anyway, maroontalic asked for, "JEALOUS KRIS SEES ADAM AND DRAKE MAKEOUT, DECIDES TO JOIN FOR SEXYTIMES." And she got it. :D

I haven't gone through the process of getting my documents together and I don't have my official header. I'll reformat later. For now... PORN.

Also, FML! I wanted to post this to the comm. Eh, fuck it. I'll move it in the morning. It's 3:20 AM. ARGH.

Kris was seriously sick of it. It wasn't because he was disgusted or anything. Not like some of the guys who cleared their throats or muttered under their breath when they happened to see. No, he was an open-minded guy. And he had to admit that Drake and Adam looked good together. But he was just tired of seeing them making out.

Drake apparently had either found a sugar daddy or was screwing a pilot on the side because he'd started showing up to nearly every concert. And when he was there, he was on Adam like a complete tramp, throwing himself into Adam's lap and shoving his tongue in Adam's mouth like Adam had treasure in there or something.

It was tacky is what it was. He wasn't against kissing Katy in public, but he wouldn't stand around sucking her face with his hands on her butt when there were people in the same room! Kris was about five minutes from getting one of the tour directors and complaining.

Then Kris made the mistake of walking around a corner like a completely innocent person had a right to do, and he saw them. Again. Adam had his back up against the wall and Drake was kissing him – as always. Then Kris noticed that Drake was very blatantly rubbing Adam's crotch.

They were in a public place! There was less than half an hour until sound check! It was just ridiculous! Kris coughed loudly and Adam and Drake jumped apart.

"You can't wait until we get to the hotel? It's a hotel night. You have to do this here?"

Adam grinned. "It's more fun when you can get caught."

"Well, I caught you so knock it off, all right?" Kris didn't know why he was so pissed, but he was.

Then Drake, in his lazy, drawling way, turned everything on its head with one word. "Jealous?"

Adam snorted out a shocked laugh, but Kris looked from Drake's swollen mouth to the obvious bulge in Adam's pants and just completely snapped. He launched himself at Adam and pressed their mouths together. It was sloppy and a little off-center for a second, but Adam, with his usual grace, took control, grabbing the back of Kris's head and tilting it until their mouths fit perfectly.

Drake was breathing heavily next to them one minute and the next, he was on his knees, fumbling with Adam's zipper. Kris hardly noticed until Drake's fingers bumped Kris's thigh. Kris looked down in time to see Adam's erection disappearing between Drake's lips. Kris moaned, suddenly realizing what he was doing and where he was doing it.

Then Drake released Adam with a pop and tugged Kris's hand. Kris didn't even think before obeying Drake's unspoken command and kneeling next to him. Adam gasped and gripped both of their heads, looming over them like a god, looking altogether too much like a guy who deserved to have two people blowing him at the same time. Kris wanted to ponder the mystery of Adam Lambert's insane sexual magnetism, the ramifications of your best friend's boyfriend teaching you how to give a blowjob to said best friend, and the likelihood that someone would find them and that shit would hit the fan, but then Drake leaned over and kissed him.

Kissing Drake wasn't anything like kissing Adam, because, first-off, Kris had been half in love with Adam since he'd met him – as was anyone who met Adam – so kissing him had been a result of pent-up lust. Kissing Drake was like kissing a stranger, and it had its own thrill of excitement and wrong-in-the-dirty-good-way.

Then Drake pulled back and stroked Kris's face, pressing on his lower lip until he opened his mouth. Then he was doing it – sucking Adam off – before he could panic about how he didn't know how and he wasn't even gay and he was married and Adam was with Drake. It was surprisingly easy.

Suck. Move your head back and forth. Keep your teeth out of the way. Suck harder. He didn't know any tricks, but Adam seemed to be enjoying it. Just when he was getting into it, Drake nudged him and he realized he wasn't sharing. He concentrated on swallowing the spit he'd built up and stretching out his jaw while he watched Drake work.

Then something sort of happened and they were kind of sharing, and their lips and tongues were both twisting around and sometimes they kissed and it was just messy and erratic and urgent and Kris kept thinking in his head, Yes, go, hurry, yeah, do it, more, faster, and a whole litany of things he couldn't say because his mouth was far too busy.

Then Adam was coming and thankfully Drake took over, sucking Adam down to the base and swallowing neatly. Adam pulled Drake to his feet, kissing him deeply. Kris stood up too, his knees protesting from kneeling on the cement, and started to turn away. Adam grabbed his collar and pulled him back. Then Adam was kissing him and his mouth tasted like come, passed from Drake to Adam to Kris and it should have been kind of freaky and gross, but instead Kris found himself groaning and rubbing his tongue over Adam's, trying to get more of a taste.

Adam swallowed up Kris's gasp when Drake started on Kris's belt. Kris was so hard that it only took a few tugs from Drake's obviously experienced hand before he was coming all over his underwear. He wondered dizzily if he should return the favor and do Drake and make it a whole circle of life thing when he heard whistling.

He only knew one person who whistled that loudly and obnoxiously. "Matt's coming," he hissed.

"Wanna make it a foursome?" Drake asked in that tone that Kris hadn't decided if he liked or not yet.

"I'll distract him," Kris said and hurried around the corner, not bothering to say anything more to Drake and Adam. Frankly, he was glad for the chance to escape without comment. "Matt?"

"Wasup, homie? I've been lookin' everywhere for you. Almost time for sound check, dude. You seen Adam?"

Kris took a breath. "Nope. Haven't seen him."

He followed Matt back towards the stage. He had no clue what he was going to say when he saw Adam later. He desperately needed new underwear, too. And Matt was whistling again, louder this time.

But for some reason, Kris couldn't hold back a grin.

Some Fic and Some Bidness!

abusing_sarcasm — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 01:51:49 GMT

Whew... I am TIRED. I shoveled a bunch of nasty packed-down, iced-over snow this evening, which was exciting, as you can imagine. Now I'm listening to Drake's Nashville Sessions (Raven, you are wonderful for sending these to me! *clings*) and eating fudge, which is going a long way toward making me feel better. :D

Also, speaking of feeling things, there's a present for snarkyscorp over at ficbycam, and anyone else who's been longing for the return of Teddy-With-Pierced-Nipples. I bet there are some of you out there... :p

Now, if ya'll will excuse me, I'm going to go finish thawing.

*hugs to everyone*

P.S. I took third place in the hogwartsishome Ten Signs Your Housemate is an Unregistered Animagus contest with my entry: "You find a salt-lick under his bed." Just wanted to share.

Drake Is Not Sure He Approves This Message...

abusing_sarcasm — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 04:20:26 GMT

Okay, so remember how I said that I wanted to write RPS and I figured people would talk me out of it? No one did. And in fact, people encouraged me. SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. I particularly blame brixisxonfire for not verbally abusing me when I hatched the plot and aki_hoshi for reading the first 300 words and saying "FINISH IT." *sigh*

Title: What We Do
Ship: Drake Bell/Josh Peck (RPS – do not judge me)
Word Count: 785
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. Drugs. Rock and Roll. (Literally – I'm not being tongue-in-cheek.) Oh, that reminds me – rimming, too.
Summary: White Album. Balls. Sour Diesel. 69.
Author's Note: Dear lord baby Jesus, please do not let me go to hell for this. Beta by aki_hoshi.

What We Do

Darling, only a fool couldn't see through us, know what we do.

It's dark, but neither of them bothers to turn on a light. It's not so dark that they can't see each other, and that's enough for them. Drake is sitting on a chair, absently strumming his guitar. Sometimes he plays right along with the music and sometimes he adds licks and harmonies that The Beatles never intended. Josh watches his hands. Always his hands. Maybe it's the weed making his focus so narrow, but he doesn't think it is. He seems to always focus on Drake's hands, whether they're dancing across piano keys, lazily picking guitar strings, wrapped around his cock or buried in his ass.

He shifts a little. The room is smoky and dark and filled with the sound of Drake singing "While My Guitar Gently Weeps." As he sings, "you were perverted, too," he looks up at Josh with a leer. Josh swallows hard and glances down to the shadow under Drake's guitar, where he can catch just a hint of balls when Drake leans back.

Josh is lying on his back on the bed with his head hanging over the foot. The blood going to his head is making him even woozier. But Drake looks fucking beautiful upside down.

They probably shouldn't be doing this here, now. They're on Official Business, after all, and if someone knocked on the door and found them naked and baked, it would probably make the papers.

But then Drake sets the guitar aside – Josh can see everything now – and looks up, saying, "What do you say, man? Wanna do it in the road?" And then he giggles hysterically because a high Drake is a Drake with a very inflated opinion of his sense of humor.

Josh rolls his eyes a little, but his can feel his cock growing interested. Drake strolls over to the edge of the bed and stands so close that his cock brushes against Josh's hair. Josh's mouth waters. He thinks for a moment that Drake is gonna teabag him or something – not that it would be an issue if he wanted to – but then Drake leans down and kisses him upside down like Spider Man and he's even more beautiful upside down and kissing.

Then Drake does the most amazing thing. He crawls over Josh's entire body, giving him a slightly crazy bird's eye view of his entire, beautiful, crawling underside and Josh wishes he'd smoked less because he wants to remember every single second with perfect crystal clarity.

He forgets about anything else, though, when Drake's mouth closes around his cock. He grabs Drake's skinny hips and pulls him closer. Since Drake is shorter, his cock is a little too far away for Josh to suck on it properly, so he lifts his head up, and… Perfect.

His mouth is in just the right place to eat Drake's ass, and although the position is going to give him a fucking neck cramp later, at that moment he's too high and too horny to care.

Several times, he debates telling Drake to stop, because Drake's hole is all loose and ready and it would be nice to fuck him now, but "I'm So Tired" is playing, and the lethargy is contagious. Besides, he'd have to take his face out of Drake's ass to say anything, and that's the last thing he wants to do.

So he lets it ride, lifting his hips in rhythm with Drake's sucks and strokes, and stabs his tongue into Drake over and over again, sharp movements that he's going to feel later. But he likes that. Reminds him what his tongue's been up to.

He comes down Drake's throat, his cry muffled by Drake's body. It's fucking good, and he wants to fall into that wonderful post-smoke, post-orgasm sleep, but Drake's cock is still hard against Josh's chest. So Josh rolls him over, sucks him down to the base and shoves two fingers up his loosened ass. Drake shoots off almost instantly.

Josh rotates himself enough that he can rest his sore neck on a pillow and grab Drake, pulling him close. They sleep for a bit, waking up when the CD stops.

Josh knows that they'll put on the second disc, Drake will be moved by "Birthday" to pick up his guitar and do that Elvis-y, hip swiveling thing. Josh will light up again, trying to smoke the munchies away because he doesn't need the calories. And long about the time "Sexy Sadie" comes on, they'll fuck again.

He knows it, because it's certainly not the first time, and there will never be a last time. Not if Josh has anything to do with it. Because this… It's just too fucking good to give up.

For aki_hoshi

abusing_sarcasm — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 23:03:17 GMT

Okay, so aki_hoshi made a post where she simultaneously recced my Drake/Josh fic and then said she would love some cheer-up drabbles. So of course, I said, "I will write a Drake/Josh cheer-up drabble for Raven!" And I thought to myself, "Self, you have a lot to write, so let's keep this under... say... 300 words? Can we do that?" Yeah, half an hour and 992 words later... *sigh*

The lesson that we can take from this is: shiny new fandom + awesome friend = blowjobs

Now this isn't just porn or anything. Really. It takes place two days after the end of A New Morning, although you don't have to read that to get this. But I like it being Part II of god-knows-how-many.

Oh, and I'm posting this here because it's not beta'd. And has no title or anything. I guess I could give it one, but meh. I like calling it...

"Drake?"

"Hmmm?" Drake murmured. He didn't want to move. He was lying on the couch with his legs on Josh's lap. Josh had been rubbing his feet in a gentle way that bordered on tickly – which felt amazing – but then he stopped. Drake cracked one eye and saw that Josh was looking at him expectantly. "You stopped rubbing."

Josh sighed. "I'm trying to talk to you. Listen, we started… being intimate two days ago."

Drake smirked at Josh's insistence in using grandma-terms for sex. "I know that. Did you think I could forget?" He gave Josh his best smile-with-eyebrow-lift expression; the one that had made panties damp all over San Diego until forty-eight hours ago when he realized it also caused erections. It had been an amazing couple of days.

"I didn't think you forgot! I wasn't finished. There's something I'd like to try." Drake waited patiently while Josh searched his brain for the sex-ed-appropriate term. "Oral sex," he finally said with a blush.

"We've had… oral sex," Drake pointed out. He shifted in his seat. His body was starting to enjoy the conversation topic.

"No you did. Did it. To me."

Drake struggled to understand, and then he realized what Josh was saying. "You want to give me a blowjob," he said, smirking. His dick was also happy with that statement and he shifted again.

It had looked like it was going to happen the previous morning, when they'd decided to shower together. It had gotten as far as Josh on his knees, the water running down his face and making his hair inky and slippery through Drake's fingers, but then Megan had knocked on the door, they had both yelped, and Megan figured out they were in the bathroom. Drake covered it quickly by saying that Josh had burst in claiming that he needed to pee. If their mom hadn't yelled that Megan had a phone call, they would have had a hell of a time explaining why they both had wet hair.

They'd been working their way there yesterday afternoon, but just as Josh was kissing his way down Drake's chest, hands on Drake's belt buckle, Walter had called for them to come downstairs to decide on pizza toppings.

And last night after everyone finally went to bed, they'd been so desperate for each other that Drake had pushed Josh on the bed and had two fingers in his ass before they could discuss any preliminaries.

This morning, they'd learned their lesson about the shower, so that was out. And Josh had worked all afternoon. Of course, Drake had gone along and spent the entire time leaning on the concessions counter and flirting outrageously with Josh. Which had been its own kind of fun, but not blowjob fun.

Which is why Drake's cock was now threatening to pop out of his jeans. "Where's Megan?"

Josh smiled. "At Janie's house."

"Mom and Walter?"

Josh smiled wider. "They went out to dinner."

Drake swung his legs off the couch. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"They just left. I wanted to make sure that Dad wouldn't be running back in for his keys or his wallet or something."

Drake grinned and stroked Josh's thigh. "I love having a smart boyfriend."

Josh patted his hand for a second, but then slid off the couch and knelt between Drake's knees. Drake gulped. Josh undid his belt buckle and his fly. It would have been oh so smooth and sexy – just like a porno movie – except that Drake's pants were too tight and he had to stand up and wiggle around to get them down.

When he was finally naked, Josh pushed him back on the couch. He sat there for a moment, looking nervous. "I'm not sure what to do."

"Just lick… and suck… and whatever you feel like doing. Trust me, it all feels amazing. Just watch your teeth."

Josh sighed, and because it was Josh, Drake knew exactly what was bothering him. He knew Josh regarded him as somewhat clueless, but when it came to Josh, he had a sort of mind-reading thing going on. "Listen, Josh. Just because I've had blowjobs before, it doesn't mean this isn't special for me. Because you're special. It'll be great because it's you."

Drake knew it was the right thing to say because Josh's eyes got all soft and melty, the same way they got when he looked at churros or a picture of Oprah. And then he leaned over and licked Drake's cock from his balls to the very tip. Drake gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and Josh's hair with the other hand, threw his head back, and held on.

True, it wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, technique-wise. There was a little too much spit and not enough hand action and a few teeth-scraping incidents, but it was Josh. And that made it everything to Drake. What really did it is when he looked down. Head-back was his default position for getting his dick sucked, and he'd never known why before. But when he looked down and saw Josh's face, Josh's eyes, Josh's mouth wrapped around his cock and sliding wetly up and down his shaft, it was all over. He went from I-could-come-from-this to shooting off in Josh's mouth in about two seconds. "Oh, fuck, Josh!" he shouted, really, really grateful that no one was home.

Josh sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Was that good?" he asked, looking rather pleased with himself.

Drake grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up into his lap, smashing their lips together. As he stuck his tongue into Josh's mouth – something he always refused to do with girls after they'd sucked him off – he realized that everything was different with Josh. Everything.

He wasn't sure what that meant, but he was sure that Josh would explain it to him eventually.

I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story (Part Three)

abusing_sarcasm — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:17:59 GMT

I Missed Part One! I Missed Part Two!

Part Three

When he got back to his dorm, Scorpius immediately flopped on his bed, drew the curtains and cast a Silencing charm. He couldn't hold back the huge grin that spread across his face. He and Al had just wanked together. And it was the most amazing, sexy, wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. Ever. He could feel himself getting hard again just thinking about it. He thought of how it had felt to suck on Al's finger, and he pictured that gorgeous cock and imagined sucking that instead. Is that what would have happened if Sam hadn't interrupted them?

He moaned a bit and stuck his hand down his jeans, wrapping it around his cock. He could just picture it. The next time they did that - and he was sure that they would have to again and soon - he would be bolder. He would reach over and take hold of Al's cock and stroke him. And if Al didn't protest, he'd lean down and take it in his mouth. After all, Al had basically asked him to do it with that whole finger thing. He moaned again, louder this time, and tugged his jeans and shorts down. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. He would meet up with Al outside the Charms classroom, like always, and they'd both smile. Then Scorpius would ask him, 'Same time tonight?' and Al would smile at him... And everything would be perfect.

While Scorpius was basking in his plans for the rest of his life, Al was not doing as well; he was obsessed with who Scorpius could have learned to be so good with his tongue on, and the fact that he'd left like he did. Al could have closed the curtains and told Sam to skive off, but no, Scorpius took off like he was horrified. And he probably was.

The next day he was nearly late to Charms; he hadn't bothered to eat breakfast, which would have been cause for concern under any circumstances, and he straggled in at the last minute, looking like shit. He knew he did and right now, he didn't even care.

He sat down next to Scorpius, who as usual looked perfect and stared down at his books.

Scorpius felt Al sit down next to him, and he glanced over. However, the grin faded from his face when he saw Albus. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink all night, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His hair was even more unkempt than usual, and stubble darkened his jaw. The look on his face was unsettling as well. He looked dejected, and maybe a touch angry as well. Scorpius touched his arm gently.

"Al? What's wrong?"

Al shook his head. "Nothing is wrong." His voice was hoarse, as it will be when one has been upset for some time. He looked at Scorpius' hand on his arm and felt his stomach twist. He blinked several times. "I'm just fine." He didn't care if it was obvious he was lying. Scorpius obviously had been with someone else, and had done all those things with him. There was no other explanation.

He rested his forehead on his hand so that his eyes were shaded. He felt wrecked.

He flinched back as if he'd been slapped. Al seemed angry at him! And he was clearly in no way fine. Why wouldn't Al look at him? His heart sinking, Scorpius realized that Al must be angry, embarrassed, or just plain disgusted by the events of the previous evening. He twisted back in his seat, away from Al, and lowered his head over his notes. He felt the unmistakable sensation of tears building behind his eyes. He'd been so sure that Al had been on the same page.

The finger thing! And the sucking! He had to have been feeling something for Scorpius. Hadn't he? Or was it just a one time thing? Something that he could cross it off his Things to Try Out Before I Die list? Scorpius felt nauseous. He'd been so sure... So sure. And now he felt like his heart was breaking.

Al managed to make it for about ten minutes before getting up and leaving the class, not caring that Flitwick was in the midst of lecturing; he was NOT gonna cry in class, dammit. He was not.

He thought about talking to James, who - despite being a prat - was close to him. James would never understand finding another bloke handsome in any way, but he would listen. But no...there really was only one person to talk to. Lily.

He headed off to the Slytherin dorms with his head down to find his sister.

He felt Al get up, and spun around just in time to see Al hurry out the door. Normally, Scorpius would have followed him. However, things were not at all normal between them. As the lecture continued, Scorpius only pretended to take notes. In reality, he was trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong. And if there was any way to fix it. He twisted his quill in his fingers. This was not at all how he'd thought the day would go. Bloody hell.

Fortune was with Al as he entered the dorm, as his sister was coming down the stairs from her own room. She took one look at him and took his arm, dragging him off to the far alcove of the Common Room. "All right Alby...what happened?"

Al was proud that he managed to tell her without crying...and that she listened without mocking him (though that would undoubtedly come later). When he got to the part about Scorpius licking his finger, her eyes widened and she sighed. "That sounds so fucking HOT, Al...was it?"

He gave her a look. "Yes, it was hot. It was the hottest fucking thing ever to happen to me, and I'll never forget it."

"So...you and he...and you did that and then what?"

She rolled her eyes at the whole interruption by Goyle. "Jesus, he has the world's worst timing...did you tell him to sod off?"

"I was going to, but Scorp cleaned up and bolted in a moment. He was grossed out, ashamed, disgusted." Al's eyes grew hot and he blinked, looking down. "And then I thought, how does he know how to do that? Because his tongue, Lil...who else has he had?" Al rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. "He's been with someone else and now he hates me. He ran from me. And I've lost him completely."

Lily looked at him sympathetically and that's all it took. "I need to go upstairs and ... hide. I can't stand this."

"Oh Alby, I honestly think this is not what you're thinking at all..."

He shrugged. "Doesn't matter now." He stood up and left, leaving Lily looking after him.

Scorpius shoved his book and notes into his bag the second the bell rang and bolted for the door. He'd made a decision. He needed to confront Albus. He hurried towards the Slytherin dorms, and ran smack dab into Lily Potter. She had an uncharacteristically serious look on her face, and Scorpius realized that perhaps he should talk to her before he attempted to speak with Al. "Lily! Have you seen Al? There's something seriously wrong and I could use your help. It's an emergency!"

Lily looked him over; Scorpius sure looked a whole hell of a lot better than Al did at this point. "I've spoken to him, yes; he's a little upset at the moment and went upstairs." She was careful not to reveal anything Al had said. She DID have some standards.

"Oh, gods... Did he tell you what happened between us last night? Because I thought that we were actually making progress, but today he seems like he's mad at me. I thought..." He trailed off, sniffling a bit. "I thought we were gonna be like a couple now. But he obviously regrets it. Did he tell you? Did he say that he's mad at me? Oh, gods..." Scorpius scrubbed at his face with his hand, feeling tears threatening again.

Good Lord, what was it with emo boys today? Lily sighed and took his arm, leading him over to the same place where Al had so recently sat, also teary. Thank God she had a free period at the moment. "Look, Scorpius...yes, Al did tell me what happened." She paused, considering what to say. She loved her brother and didn't want to screw anything up for him...unless she had purposely planned it that way, that is. "He's upset because you left so quickly. He's sure you're angry with him or upset or embarrassed or whatever about what happened. And because you two are so close, he's afraid its the end of your friendship." There, that sounded good and relayed nothing that Al had told her. "So if you want to go find him, you can, and you two can talk. But also...do you still want to go ahead and do what we planned for the ball? Do you still want Al?"

Scorpius swallowed hard. "I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." He could feel himself blushing. "Especially after last night. Sorry, Lils, I know he's your brother and you probably don't want to know, but I want him... Badly. Are you still willing to help me?"

She smiled at him. "Yes I'm still willing. And..." she searched his face. "You're in love with him, aren't you? Not just hot for him, but love-love him."

Scorpius tilted his head to the side. He hadn't really thought of it. Al was everything to him. Everything good in his life. The most perfect, the most wonderful, the most gorgeous, and simply everything that Scorpius could ever want. He smiled. "Yeah. I do." He chuckled and grabbed Lily's arm excitedly. "I do!"

Lily laughed, and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad. He needs someone to love him and look after him, because you see how he looked today. A train wreck." She squeezed his hand again. "Ok, the clothes should be here tomorrow; you can model for me then, maybe in the Room of Requirement. I've figured out to do with your hair and you must promise not to freak. We'll do that the day of, otherwise the effect will be lost. I'll send you a note about when to meet, all right? Now go find my brother and make good with him, ok? And tell him to shave and comb that bird's nest of his, will you? Jamie and I can only do so much to uphold Potter family beauty."

He grinned at her. "I trust you. I'm worried about my sanity for doing so, but I trust you. Now, I'm going to go attempt to work things out with that complete arse that I seem to have fallen in love with. And Lily, you may be pretty, for a girl, but Al is the true beauty in the Potter family." Feeling loads better, he gave her a cheeky grin and stood up, ready to face Albus. He marched up the stairs and knocked on the door to Al's room.

Lily looked after him and shook her head. Boys were mental. Girls got the bad rap, but honest to God, these two were something else. She picked up her bag and left the dorm, hoping that maybe she could make it to class without being hijacked by any more emo boys...god help Jamie if he had a problem today 'cause he was shit out of luck if he did. Her psychiatric booth was closed for business.

Albus was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The salt had dried on his skin and felt itchy, and he rubbed futilely at it with his hand. The knock surprised him, but he managed to say "Come in."

Opening the door slowly, as if he expected a hex to come flying at him at any moment. "Al? It's Scorpius. I want to talk to you for a second, okay? I want to apologize for my behavior last night. Can we talk about it?"

Al turned his head towards the open door and saw Scorpius hovering there. "If you want to." He managed to sit up, having ditched his robes and now only wearing his favorite tank top, a dark green one that turned his eyes forest green, and gym pants. He used his palm to wipe the last trickles off his face; he couldn't hide that he'd cried and was honestly too tired to even try. "Come all the way in then."

When he saw that Al had been crying, Scorpius nearly flew to his side. "Al, I'm so sorry! When Sam knocked on the door, I just didn't want him to know what we were doing because it's nobody's business but our own, okay? I'm not sorry about what we did and I'm not embarrassed about it. It's just... Private. I shouldn't have gone off like that without talking to you. But I just didn't want everyone knowing our business. You're my best mate, and nothing is going to change that, ever. You know that right?" He held out his hand for Al to shake. "Forgive me?"

"You're not...disgusted by me?" Al chose his words carefully. "Because I was sure when you left so fast that you were. I'm...I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds. I don't know what made me do that." He, unlike Scorpius, was an excellent liar. It was the one thing besides green eyes and basic DNA that he and Lily had in common; they both could have lied under Veritaserum if necessary. Years of lying to and evading their mother had honed their deception skills to a enviable level. He ABSOLUTELY knew what had made him do that - and what's more, that he would do it again if given the chance.

"No!" Scorpius didn't want Al to be sorry about what he'd done in the slightest. "I am definitely not disgusted. And don't be sorry about what happened... at the end. I... I liked it." He desperately wanted to tell Al how hot and sexy and fabulous it had been, but Al still had that haunted look in his eyes and Scorpius wanted to make sure that their friendship was still intact before he pushed anything further. "Do you believe me? Please say that we're still friends, Al. I couldn't bear it otherwise."

Al looked at Scorpius and sighed...partly in relief and partly because he looked so damn good. Unlike himself at the moment. Then he nodded. "All right. I just couldn't stand the thought that I might have pushed you too far...and that you might hate me now." His voice was small. "Cause losing you would be the worst thing in the world to me." He scrubbed at the salt tracks again. "Obviously, I got a little emotional at the thought."

"I don't blame you at all! I would have done things differently if I'd realized." He patted Al's leg in a comforting fashion, but all he could feel were the taut muscles and it sent a shiver through him. He grinned conspiratorially. "If you promise not to make fun of me... Well... One reason I didn't come back to talk to you after I left last night was because I was so worked up, I had to wank again."

Al had to smile at that. "Were you?" He tilted his head a little and nibbled his bottom lip. "It was really...intense, wasn't it?" He had to work at not saying something he shouldn't. I've never done anything like that before - and I wouldn't have done it with anyone else but you. But watching someone else do to themselves what I do to myself?" He swallowed. "It was pretty amazing to see."

Scorpius grinned, finally feeling that everything was good between them again. "It was! And yeah, it's not something that I would do with just anyone, either, you know. Like I said, you're my best mate, Al. You're... Special." He gulped a bit, unsure at how to say what he was thinking. He looked at Al's face, finally looking animated again, and decided to start slowly. "Maybe sometime, we could do it again? I mean... If you wanted to." .

"Yeah...we could. I'd like to." Al could feel his cheeks heating up. He DID want to, so badly, but they had just gotten past the hurdles that came from doing it the first time. He would wait, as much as he hated to.

The important thing was that things were ok between them again.

-------- A week later ------

Gryffindor had gone down in flames.

The battle had been hard fought, and James was a worthy adversary, but in the end, Al had prevailed, being able to get past Jamie one last time, making the last goal as the Slytherin Seeker grabbed the Snitch and ended the game.

The changing rooms were rowdy, and Albus, as always, was in the thick of things. The celebration was planned for that night, but there were still hours to go before the party and Al had too much energy and nothing to do with it.

Well...not exactly NOTHING. He had a definite thought about what he'd like to do with it, and who he'd like to do it with. Someone he'd seen in the stands wearing Slytherin green instead of his own House colors, and cheering him on, even though said person could give a shit less about Quidditch, or any other sport for that matter. Someone who was so gorgeous, he took Al's breath away.

He caught up with said person in the Great Hall during lunch and sat down next to him, leaning close to whisper. "Hey...do you want to...you know...again? With me?"

Scorpius's breath caught. He'd been hoping for this moment all week. He didn't want to be the one to suggest it, though, after what had happened before. So he'd settled for wanking every night (and sometimes in the morning as well) thinking of the last time and waiting for Al to bring it up again. Trying desperately to retain some semblance of control, he nodded. "Yeah. I do." He looked around the crowded Great Hall. "Everyone's busy eating. I bet the dorms are all deserted. Should we go to your room or mine?" He was aware that that sounded uncomfortably like a pick-up line, but he hoped Al wouldn't take it the wrong way.

He was determined, no matter what happened, to let Al remain in control. He didn't want to risk spooking him again. His outfit for the Yule Ball had arrived earlier in the week, and he'd met up with Lily to try it on. She'd admitted that he looked incredible in it, and when he'd looked at himself in the mirror, he'd hardly believed it. And Lily had assured him that on the night of the Ball, when she did his hair and make-up, he'd look even better. After seeing the outfit she'd gotten for him, he trusted her implicitly. So nothing could happen that would ruin his plans for the Ball. He had to be careful around Al. He got up from the table and gestured for Al to lead the way.

Al was practically bouncing; winning had that effect on him. It made him feel indestructible...and extremely horny. He routinely wanked in the showers after a game, just so he could manage the rest of his day. He didn't feel weird about it - lots of the other guys did too. And some of them were very vocal about it. Al, at least, kept it down to a dull roar. "Excellent," replied Al, looking around. "Let's go to yours this time, ok? Less goons to bust in that way."

Al had also tried on his Yule outfit and been almost dumbstruck at how he looked. He looked sexy, and even Lily had been impressed. She assured him that after she was done with him the day of, that men would be drooling on themselves and women would need to change their panties. He had snorted at that; there was only one man he wanted to have drool over him. And she was sure that Scorpius WOULD. So all in all, he was feeling pretty damn good about life. He stood up and waited for Scorpius to lead the way.

As he could have predicted, there was no one in the Ravenclaw dormitory. "Undoubtedly at the library if they're not at lunch," he explained with a grin. He was positively giddy at the thought of what was to come. He knew how Al got after a game - all energetic and riled up - and the thought of watching him get off while he was already excited and happy was making Scorpius rapidly hard. That and having just watched Al fly for a couple of hours. The way his strong legs gripped the broom, and the way the muscles in his chest and back rippled when he turned... It was enough for Scorpius to wank to already.

"So..." he began, trying not to put any pressure on Al. "Should we... get undressed first?" Scorpius desperately wanted to see Al shirtless this time. He had before, but it had been a few years ago, before Al developed all of those lovely muscles. He wished, not for the first time, that they were in the same house so that he'd be able to watch Al get changed every day. He fingered the hem of his jumper, waiting for Al's response.

Al grinned. "Yeah...lets. All clothes off this time, all right?" Without waiting for an answer, Al began to strip, and was naked a moment later...and already hard, just from the adrenaline and the prospect of seeing Scorpius' face when he came again...it had been the most stunning thing he'd ever seen, and in his dreams, Scorpius came every night, all over him, moaning his name.

Since it was Scorp's room, Al took the foot of the bed this time, resting his back against the cool dark wood and spreading his legs, knees bent in his favorite position. His color was high, his eyes already deep with arousal and his hair rested on his shoulders, still damp from his shower. He took a deep breath and waited for Scorp.

Scorpius realized belatedly that his mouth was hanging open, reminiscent of some sort of fish, and he snapped his jaws closed with an audible click. Imagining Al naked was one thing and seeing Al mostly naked was another. But seeing him completely naked was a revelation. He almost came on the spot. Eager to join Al on the bed, he practically tore his clothing off, worried that compared to Al's big, muscular, tanned body, he would seem pale and scrawny.

He was so eager, though, that the worries didn't stop him. He stripped off and climbed up, facing Al. He took the elastic out of his hair once again, and looped it around his wrist, shaking his head slightly to settle more comfortably against the headboard. Once he was comfortable, he let his eyes roam over Al's body, loving every single inch of him, from his tousled hair to his rather large feet. He remembered some sort of comparison having to do with cock size and shoe size, and looking between Al's legs, he thought it must be true. He couldn't help licking his lips at the memory of Al's finger in his mouth, and he fervently hoped something equally exciting would happen this time.

For his part, Al's eyes were roaming over all of Scorpius' body; he was so pale compared to him, but milky, almost like cream, the thick, rich kind...as though if you touched his skin, it would ripple outwards, then settle back in; Al wanted to lick him to see if he tasted as good as he looked. And where he was heavy with muscles, Scorpius was sinewy, a long line of unbroken perfection. Everything about Scorpius' body seemed perfectly carved out, perfectly planned. Even his body hair was the same pale, silvery blond as the hair on his head. Al licked his lips as he drank in every ounce of that sweet flesh.

And his cock...even that was pale, with just the flush of blood giving it color at all. Like everything else on Scorpius' body, it looked like it had been made with the most loving care. Compared to Scorp, Al felt large and clumsy, but he didn't care about himself....only about what lay in front of him.

Since he'd had a week for tension to build, Scorpius wasn't interested in taking his time or being coy. He wanted to get down to business. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started a leisurely wank. He watched Al as he did it, his eyes lingering on all the places that he most wanted to touch. To lick. Al's biceps. His perfect abs. His heavy thighs. The trail of dark hair that lead from his navel downwards. His balls. His cock. His ass. Scorpius wanted to explore every single molecule that was Albus Potter with his hands and his lips and his tongue.

His hand had begun to move faster as his thoughts got progressively dirtier. He reached down past his balls and touched himself in the spot that he'd seen Albus touch the last time. Something he'd been doing each time he wanked since that first time. He pressed his head back against the headboard, enjoying the way his hair tickled his bare shoulders. Al was biting his lip a little and Scorpius wanted so badly to kiss him and suck that full lower lip into his own mouth. A small moan escaped his lips.

Al was watching him with what could only be termed hunger. He was aroused, true, but watching Scorp was something he was sure he could do forever and not ever get tired of. He wanted to trail his fingers down that white neck and suck on the pulse point that he swear he could see moving as the other boy pleasured himself. He wanted to crawl between Scorpius' legs and slide his knees under Scorpius' thighs and lick his balls, then trail his tongue back to that tight hole and fuck him with his tongue. He closed his eyes and exhaled, a low purring sound emerging as he thought about the things he would do to Scorpius someday. Because he would be his, Al's, one way or the other.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to slide it up and down, his touch less gentle than before; and this time, not satisfied with just stroking that sensitive area behind his balls, he sucked on one finger, and tilting his hips up, slid it into himself and rocked on it.

Scorpius gaped. It was something he'd done before himself (usually while he was fantasizing about Al fucking him), but to know Al did the same thing... "Oh, gods..." he whispered. The picture in front of him was so beautiful that it was painful. Scorpius wanted to snatch Al's hand away and replace Al's finger with his own. Or better yet, have Al finger him. Summoning his courage, he figured that if Al could be that free in front of him, he could do the same thing. He repeated Al's action, licking his finger to wet it and ran it around his hole, pressing lightly, teasing himself with the pressure. He gasped when he breached himself, imagining that it was something much larger than his own finger.

"Oh, gods..." he whispered again, stroking his cock faster this time. He wanted to touch Al so badly. He slid his foot forward a bit on the bed until his toes were touching Al's. It was subtle enough that he could play it off as an accidental brush if Al recoiled, but he needed to connect to Al somehow. Shivers wracked his body when his bare foot touched Al's. He desperately wanted to touch him more, but he was still so frightened of scaring Albus off. He moaned again and added another finger.

Al licked his lips and gave Scorpius a decided smirk. "Feel good?" he whispered. "It does, doesn't it? But it makes you want more...makes you want to be stretched as far as you can go, as much as you can take." Slowly, he stroked his toes along Scorpius' foot, watching him while he added another finger as well, then a third one. When he hit his own prostate, he bit down on his lip hard and gasped, clenching around his fingers, pushing down on them until they couldn't go any further. "You asked me who I thought about last time....now you tell me who you think of when you fuck yourself on your own fingers...who do you want in there, Scorp? Tell me."

He was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it; but he wanted to know who made Scorpius' icy eyes glaze like that, who made him pant...for his part, Al knew what he wanted, it was mere inches from him, starting to breathe more heavily with every passing moment.

Scorpius couldn't breathe. Everything was too hot and too bright and all he could see was Al's fingers disappearing into his ass, and Al's cock, hard and thick and perfect. Albus's words washed over him, and the seductive tone in his voice was so beautiful. He'd heard Al say millions, if not billions, of words during the course of their friendship, but he had never heard Al use that particular tone of voice. It was so caressing and so buttery that Scorpius groaned out loud. He pushed his own fingers in deeper and panted.

He'd resolved to let Al take control of their encounter and he didn't know what his admission would bring, but there was no way that he was going to lie. He loved Al. More than anything, and he couldn't lie to him. Not here, when they were both baring themselves and their souls to each other. "You. I think about you fucking me. Always you."

Time stopped...him.

Scorpius wanted...him. Always him. Just like he wanted Scorpius.

He swallowed, his throat dry, and then pulled his fingers out of himself and got on his knees to move the bare inches between them, nudging Scorpius' legs further apart and crawling between them. He kneeled there, reaching out to slide one hand around the back of Scorpius' neck and press his forehead against the other boy's and then reached down and grabbed Scorpius' wrist, pulling his fingers out. "That's my job," he whispered before sliding his own fingers into Scorpius' entrance and kissing him so hard that the headboard banged against the wall.

All in the span of a few seconds, Al's tongue was in his mouth and Al's fingers were in his ass, and Scorpius was in heaven. It was so, so much better than anything he could have imagined. He'd thought so very many times about what this moment would be like, and in his wildest fantasies, nothing could compare. He opened his mouth wider. And his legs wider. He gave himself completely to Al, wantonly. He gave in to temptation and wound his arms around Al, caressing his strong, broad back and shoulders and trailing his hands down over Al's arms.

Al kissed more amazingly than Scorpius could have thought possible, especially since he was almost a hundred percent sure that Al had never kissed anyone before. Scorpius certainly hadn't. But their mouths seemed to know what to do. The feeling of Al's hand on his neck, tangling in his hair, was sensual and sent shivers down his spine. He moaned into Al's mouth, but then pulled back a bit. "Lube," he whispered. "We need lube. Now. Because I need you inside of me."

Al groaned, then licked his bottom lip and pulled back a little, sliding his hand out of Scorpius reluctantly. "Accio conditioner!" It was the closest thing he could think of and was slippery. The bottle smacked into his hand and he flipped open the top. He didn't want to take his hands out of Scorpius' hair, but was forced to, at least momentarily, in order to slick his fingers and cock. He tossed the bottle aside and kissed Scorpius again while his fingers returned to their previous spot, however briefly.

He tugged Scorpius so that he was lying flat and raised his legs so that they draped over his shoulder...finally, all that porn was coming in handy.

Being underneath Al as Al prepared to fuck him was the single most important moment in Scorpius's life to date. His cock was harder than it had ever been. His balls hurt. His head was swimming with anticipation. The slippery conditioner was making everything feel easy and Al's lips made him forget to be nervous. He had the fleeting though that he was about to lose his virginity, but that seemed less significant than he'd thought it would. All he cared about was being under Al. Looking at those strong arms surrounding him and feeling every precious inch where their bodies touched. When Al broke off the kiss to take a breath, Scorpius looked deeply into his eyes.

"I'm ready. Do it. Fuck me. Please, Al? I can't wait any more. I need you."

Al was sure that nothing else would ever equal these moments...being told Scorpius wanted him, needed him...and he felt the same. But he had to add one more thing, the one thing he would have said even had he never had this chance. He bent down so he could whisper in his ear. "I love you...I'm IN love with you."

He grasped himself and guided his cock to Scorpius's entrance. "If I hurt you, make me stop." He closed his eyes briefly and then pushed into Scorpius, pausing once he was past the ring of muscle. His free hand moved back up to stroke the damp hair off Scorpius's forehead as he brushed a soft kiss against that white skin.

Scorpius wasn't sure what was a more exquisite sensation - Al's cock entering him, stretching him, filling him, or hearing Al say those words to him. "Oh, gods... Al! Al!" Scorpius struggled to draw enough breath to say what he wanted to say back. "I love you, too. I'm in love with you. I have been... It feels like forever. I've wanted this for so long... Oh, please! Fuck me!" He wanted to say more. Something eloquent about hearts and flowers and undying devotion, but the only sounds he could make just then were incoherent grunts.

Al's cock was so much bigger than fingers, but it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt like exactly what he'd been missing his whole life. Exactly what he'd been needing. "Doesn't hurt," he panted. "Feels fucking perfect." He hooked his legs more tightly over Al's shoulders so that he could lift his hips up to meet Al as he began to gently thrust. He tangled both hands into Al's unruly hair and pulled his mouth down for another kiss. If he died at the very moment, it would be enough.

That was all he needed to hear and Al pushed the rest of the way into Scorpius and gasped as wet tight heat surrounded him; he moaned. "God, Scorp, you feel like I knew you would," he whispered in awe. "Just like I dreamed, being in you. And I've loved you since the day I met you." He began to thrust, as instinct took over and sensation rushed through him and he wrapped his fingers into silky blond hair and pulled Scorpius' head back so he could suck on his neck, his hips and legs rocking against Scorpius'.

The feeling of Al's mouth on his neck, and Al's cock in his ass, were too much for Scorpius to stand. He cried out, "Oh, gods, Al! I'm not going to be able to last!" It was true. As much as he wanted this to go on forever, he could already feel his body rushing towards orgasm. As Al had slid all the way inside, his cock had begun touching that spot inside Scorpius that made him see fireworks. There was nothing that could hold him back now; he was too far gone. "Please, please, please," he whispered, chant-like, although he had no idea what he was asking for.

"I'm so close Al, please!"

"Me too, love," he panted, and changed his angle just slightly, and knew he had hit that spot when Scorpius nearly came off the bed. Al's own orgasm was cresting and just as he thrust for the last time, he came, filling Scorpius with hot bitter seed, and yelling out his name.

When Al pressed against that place inside him, Scorpius bucked wildly, shouting something wholly nonsensical. He felt Al start to spill inside of him, and it was the tipping point that sent him to join Albus, hot wetness coating both of their stomachs where they were pressed together. Al's arms shook slightly and he lowered himself onto Scorpius, who welcomed the pressure and the weight. He cradled Al's head, carding his fingers through his hair over and over again, murmuring almost to himself. When he could form words again he whispered, close to Al's ear, "I love you so much."

Al's breath was coming in short huffs from the exertion and also from the exploding emotions inside him. He lay on Scorpius' chest, feeling his hands in his hair and hearing the rapid thumping of the other boy's heart.

Scorpius was telling him that he loved him...loved HIM, Albus. He listened to the words and couldn't believe they could be true; how could he love him when all this time Al had been sure that his own love was unrequited and that he would have to go to extreme lengths to even get his attention...and Scorp already loved him.

It was almost too much for him to comprehend, so he lay there and heard the whispered words and just tried to breathe.

Scorpius cradled Albus to his chest, petting his sweaty hair. Al's breath was tickling his neck, but it felt nice. Wonderful, even. He was in love. And Albus was in love. They were in love. The thought hit him with force and he actually laughed out loud with the sheer joy of it. He was in love with someone who loved him back. And the icing on the cake was that he'd just lost his virginity, an idea that still boggled his mind. His ass was a bit sore, but not unpleasant really. More like a reminder of what he'd just done. He hoped they'd do it again, and soon! He chuckled again. He felt giddy, like the time he'd sampled some cheering potion by mistake. He stroked Al's broad, muscular back, and kissed his head.

Al had to chuckle himself when Scorpius laughed; with the same odd mental connection they'd shared for years, he understood why and what he was laughing at. He turned his head and rested his cheek on Scorpius' chest and nuzzled him. "Amazing huh?" he said quietly, content to be petted. "That we finally figured it out...'course I knew you were a total bottom all this time," he teased, having known no such thing. "And your bottom, by the way, is fucking sweet; being in there was one of the greatest things I've ever felt."

He was too happy and sated to even blush. "Yeah, I knew it, too." At Al's curious look, he clarified, "I used to..." He shook his head. "I guess it's pointless to be embarrassed in front of you after what we just did, right? Anyway, I used to wank thinking of you fucking me. Like... Every day."

Al raised his head and gave him an intimate smile. "And I wanked over you doing everything to me. Top, bottom, fucking sideways in one dream. THAT was interesting. And then I woke up all sore and wondered what the fuck I'd done to myself in the night. Probably better I never know." He gently stroked his finger along Scorpius' cheekbones, over his pale brows, just touching all the places he'd thought about but despaired of ever being ABLE to touch. "But most of all, I just dreamed about being with you," he said quietly. "I dreamt of hearing you tell me you loved me, that you wanted me, wanted to be with me...even though I am a big dumb jock and you're a brilliant smarty."

Scorpius grinned at him. "You think I didn't worry about the same thing? I may be smart, but I'm pale and scrawny and dorky... You're big and strong and gorgeous and athletic and your body is to die for!" He ran his hands over Al's back and shoulders. "Plus, you're funny, outgoing, popular... Do I even need to go on? I never thought you'd look twice at someone like me. Without you, I'd sit in the library all day. Face it. I'm a boring little swot."

Albus was still touching him gently. "You're beautiful," he said simply. "I just want to touch all of you because I've never seen anything so perfect; every part of you. You look like you might break if I grabbed you too hard, but I know you won't. It's like velvet over steel. And you are not dorky!" He paused, then smirked. "Ok, a little dorky. But so am I."

He reluctantly slid out of Scorpius, rolling over so he was on his side. "You really think all that of me?"

He grinned at Albus. "Of course! I've always thought you were the hottest guy I'd ever seen. And trust me, now that I've seen you without clothes... I'm SURE I'll never see a hotter guy than you." He grabbed Al's hand and laced their fingers together. "So. Um. Would you say that we're... boyfriends now?"

"Is that what you want?" Al, too, had been thinking about this...well, as much as he COULD think between fucking Scorpius into the mattress and basking in post-coital glowage. "Because I'm good with that if that's what you want to be. And, uh, I guess if you just wanted to, you know, keep your options open, then, well..." He trailed off.

Scorpius almost laughed again. How could someone who looked like Albus think that anyone would want to keep their options open? "No, you git! I just didn't know if you'd think it was lame or whatever to call ourselves that. But I definitely want to. Badly. And, Al? If we're going to be a couple... Do you think you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me? As my date?"

Al's grin threatened to split his face in half - which would have been an interesting theoretical problem for his cousin Rose to tackle. "I don't think its lame," he admitted, blushing at the same time. "I think its fantastic...and yeah, I'd love to go to the ball with you. Absolutely love it."

To reaffirm his point, he leaned over and kissed his new boyfriend, gently at first, then more firmly, sliding his hand along Scorpius' jaw and devouring his mouth as his arousal began to stir again. Hell, it had never really settled down, and in the back of his mind, he doubted that it ever would. This was HIS Scorp, his beautiful boy, who wanted to be with HIM. Wanted to be his boyfriend. The thought only stoked his desire and he felt himself growing hard again as they kissed.

Scorpius could feel Al's erection against his leg and he wiggled against it. "Good," he murmured against Al's lips as they kissed. He wondered if Albus wanted to have sex again already. Was that even possible? Grinning, he decided he didn't care if it was the done thing or not. He'd been waiting too long for this and he was going to get as much out of it as he could. He thought of the other part of his fantasy, and he suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Al?" He reached down and rubbed Al's cock. "Do you think maybe I could give you a blowjob?"

Al's eyes widened and he bit his lip. "You want to?" Scorpius' hand on his cock felt amazing and he could feel the blood pulsing and flushing him full. "I ...gods, yes, yes, you can...that would be fantastic!"

Almost as much as he wanted to feel what it was like to get sucked off, he wanted to SEE Scorpius licking and nibbling and sucking his cock -the image had played a huge part in his fantasies for a very long time and he didn't want to miss a thing.

He grinned at Al again. He felt like he couldn't stop grinning. He'd never been so giddy before. This day was like every Christmas morning ever all rolled into one. He snatched his wand up and performed a couple of quick cleaning charms. "Sit like I was, Al. Up against the headboard, okay?" He waited for Albus to get in position, and then he knelt in between Al's legs. He ran his hands nervously up and down Al's thighs. "Have I told you yet how sexy your legs are? They're so strong and powerful, and every time I watched you grip a broomstick, I got hard."

Without waiting for a response, he scooted backwards to lie between Al's legs, his face hovering above Al's crotch. He started by licking and nuzzling Al's inner thighs, nipping at the muscles that he loved so much. He'd forgotten his elastic, so his hair hung down like a silvery curtain, and he impatiently flipped it over one shoulder. Scorpius carefully licked the length of Al's cock with the tip of his tongue. The skin was so velvety and it was so impossibly hard. He shivered and leaned closer, holding the base with one hand. Realizing that this was not the time to be shy, he opened wide and sucked the entire length into his mouth, pursing his lips around it and sucking firmly.

Al watched him in stunned astonishment; he honestly didn't think he had ever, ever been this hard - but then again, he'd thought that a few minutes ago too. Scorp's mouth wrapped around his cock felt beyond amazing and he had to grip the sheets next to him to keep from wriggling in sheer pleasure. He reached down and with one hand, gathered Scorpius' hair into a tail and held it behind his shoulders, which a)allowed him to see all of Scorpius's face B) let him touch that silvery mass and c) served as an effective tugging mechanism.

The suction, the slickness of the other boy's tongue and the wet heat...Al moaned, his sound ending with a little gasp. "You look so perfect doing that," he whispered. "Like you were made for me."

Scorpius agreed. Al's hand in his hair felt amazing, tugging gently, steering him towards the spots Al liked best. He peeped up at Albus through his eyelashes, deliberately trying to be flirty. He'd seen a bit of a Muggle porno movie once at a particularly wild Slytherin party and, although the person giving the blowjob in the movie was a girl, Scorpius figured he was sort of the girl anyway, so he could employ some of the techniques. He kept his eyes locked on Al as he sucked and licked, trying to show with his eyes how much he was loving the feeling of Al's hard cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around, trying to make Al do that gaspy moan thing again. He decided that it was his favorite noise ever.

Al would have been much amused if he knew where Scorpius was getting his technique, but he was too far into sensory heaven at the moment to worry about it. The sensation of the hot mouth and soft lips around his cock, the strong suction, the slippery silk of Scorp's hair between his fingers and just the heat rising in him was rendering him incapable of doing much more than letting out the occasional long breath and making small whimpering noises and gasps; he never knew he had so many less-than-manly noises IN him, but fuck, he'd worry about masculinity later. MUCH later.

As much as Scorpius had loved the feeling of Al fucking him, being on top of him and filling him, this was almost - almost - better. He'd never felt quite so powerful before. Each little gasp and moan and sigh that he wrung from Al's lips was like a personal triumph. Plus... Well there was really no other way to say it... He felt kind of slutty. But in a good way. When they'd been having sex, they'd been kissing and whispering and stroking. It had been beautiful. But this was spitty and dirty and rough and Al was tugging his hair and he was drooling on Al's cock and it was... Perfect.

"Fuck, Scorp," Al groaned. "You were fucking born to this..." He was now watching Scorpius from under half-closed eyelids and he could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm approached; he pulled a little more roughly on that tail. "Gonna come...want it all over you. Want to lick it off you..." his breathing was coming in staccato gasps and the moaning gasps were coming much quicker now. "Scorp...I can' stop, gonna..."

Words failed him as he exploded, his body shaking and twitching as he came.

Scorpius choked a bit as Al came in his mouth, but he manfully swallowed. Some got on his cheek and dribbled down his chin, though. Sitting back on his heels and looking up at Al coquettishly, Scorpius licked his lips deliberately. Then he leaned forward and kissed Al deeply, passing the taste from his tongue into Al's mouth. He remembered the first time they'd been together and he sat back a bit and wiped at his chin, catching a few stray drops. He pressed one finger to Al's lips, which were plump and swollen from kissing.

As Scorpius had that first time, Al slid Scorpius' finger into his mouth and sucked his own come off his boyfriend's finger, drawing it out slowly to show just exactly what he could do with his tongue. When he was finished, he leaned forward - still a bit shaky - and licked Scorp's chin and lower lip, then kissed the remaining drops off his cheek. He cupped Scorpius' face in his hands and kissed him again, taking his time and probing Scorp's mouth with his tongue.

Al's actions were so sensual that Scorpius was very, very glad that he was already sitting down. His cock was incredibly hard, and he reached down to stroke it gently as they kissed. Feeling bold, Scorpius grabbed Al's hand and placed it on his cock. "Do you feel what you've done to me?" he whispered against Al's lips. "Having your cock in my mouth made me so hard for you. Tasting you. You're so hot, Al. So hot..." He wrapped his hand around Al's and squeezed, loving the pressure.

Albus looked down and licked his lips at the sight of Scorp's hard-on. He squeezed it gently, feeling the softness and the texture of the skin there, and rubbed his thumb over the slightly leaking and sticky tip and then trailing his fingers down the length of Scorp's cock. He continued working Scorp's cock with his sure fingers, smearing the precome down and over the soft skin, until it was slick. He reached forward with his free hand and wrapped it around Scorpius' neck. "You know what you need to do with that hard, slick cock now, don't you?" His voice was a purr, still a bit raspy from all the sounds he'd made before. "You need to fuck me with it; need to slam me into the mattress until the only thing I can see, feel, hear in the world is you...until the world collapses down to you and I." His eyes were intense. "I want you," he whispered. "I want you in me and I want you to play rough."

By the time Al finished that impassioned little speech, the blood was rushing so loudly in Scorpius's ears that he was afraid he'd mis-heard. "Rough?" He gulped a little, but then a wicked smile spread across his face. "Turn over and lie on your stomach," he requested. Al complied. Smirking, he grabbed his wand and whispered a charm. Ropes shot out and bound Albus spread-eagle on the bed. Al squeaked a bit, but didn't protest. Scorpius grabbed the pillow from under Al's head and slid it under his hips, exposing him more fully. Scorpius ran his hands over Al's perfect ass over and over again. It was like it was carved by some sort of master ass artist... Shaking his head at his silliness, Scorpius got back to the task at hand.

Starting at Al's gorgeous broad shoulders, Scorpius licked a stripe down Al's spine until his tongue trailed between Al's ass cheeks. He nipped both cheeks, leaving little red marks that he soothed with his tongue. He spread Al's ass with his hands and the sight made his already straining erection even more impossibly hard. He ran his tongue down and over Al's hole.

"Oh, fuck," Al whispered, trying to move and finding it impossible. Sneaky Claws. "That's just...again, please."

When Scorpius complied, Al moaned, that breathy gaspy sound and tried to arch up to meet that tongue.

The noises that Al was making were the best things Scorpius had ever heard. He got bolder, swirling his tongue around and around the hole, stabbing at it with the tip. It was probably the most arousing thing he'd ever done in his life. Albus was bound, completely at his mercy, and he was writhing and moaning. All from Scorpius's tongue. It was incredible. He inched a finger up and pressed it against Al's hole, still licking around the finger. It slipped inside relatively easily, and the thought of his cock following was almost too much. Scorpius was humping against the bed and he knew he needed to hurry. He returned to stretching Al, first with one finger, and then moving to two.

Al moaned long and loud as Scorpius' tongue invaded him, and when he slipped his fingers in around that slippery hot tongue Al nearly tore the muscles in his shoulder trying to lurch off the bed. "Fuck, Scorp...that feels so incredible and I ..." he wriggled against those fingers, straining to push himself onto those fingers. "But god, I want you to fuck me now. As hard as you can - you can't break me, no matter how hard you try. I want this, and you, too fucking much."

Scorpius's breathing quickened. He was leaking all over the bed and when Al made his plea, Scorpius didn't hesitate. He knelt and leaned over Al's back, kissing his gorgeous shoulders. He wasn't sure when he'd become so fascinated with Albus's back, but seeing it bound, muscles bulging and writhing under that soft, tan skin, was doing crazy things to his brain. He held himself up with one hand, and guided himself with his other hand. It excited him to know that he could lean on Al without hurting him. Albus was just so strong and powerful... Scorpius pushed inside a few inches and nearly swooned at the feeling.

He'd never imagined being in this position, simply because he knew he was the weaker, more delicate one. He just assumed that Al would be fucking him. But this? Al, tied down and at his mercy, it was heady. He pushed the rest of the way in with a groan.

Al half-sighed, half-moaned at the sensation of being breached; he had dreamed of this too many times to count and the feel of Scorpius actually IN him...his cock buried in him, his sweat-damp skin sliding along his...he had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from coming all over the place; as it was, he rubbed against the coverlet, the friction just enough to keep him sane. "Move in me, Scorp...slam me hard. Do whatever you want, I just want all of you that you'll give me."

Hearing Al beg for it. Beg for him. It was too much to bear. He held himself steady and began to slam into Al with force. Scorpius wanted to hear him beg again. Wanted to hear him moan and pant. Wanted to see him writhe. It was intoxicating. Scorpius didn't go easy on him - far from it. They'd already made love once. It was time to get down to business. Scorpius hauled himself more upright, fingers digging into Al's hips, fucking him mindlessly, lost in the sensations.

Al rocked against him as much as he could, bound as he was. "God...yes! Give it to me...fuck, wanted you so long, Scorp...you don't even know what I...how I waited for you...." he was losing his ability to speak, and a moment later, as Scorpius hit his prostate, he whimpered, then let out a long moan as tremors shot up his spine and his entire body shook. "Fuck me...perfect, just like that..."

Scorpius carefully continued aiming at the same angle, loving the sound of Al begging. "Yes! Yes!" he panted. "You feel so... Gods, Al! Waited for you, too... So long!" He knew his usual eloquence was failing him, but he couldn't think any rational thoughts other than, 'I'm fucking Al.' It was too much for him. He fell against Al, pressing his mouth against Al's shoulder and sucking on the skin, hard, his hips continuing their furious pumping. "Can't last... much longer... Want you... to come..."

"Ohhhh...fuck," he groaned. Being told to come, the fact that his Scorpius WANTED him to come, was all it took and he was flooding the coverlet, the sticky wetness spreading up under his bound stomach. He knew Scorp was marking him in more ways than one, and that excited him too. He himself wanted to tattoo his name across Scorpius' back. "Property of Albus Potter."

"Mine," he managed to whisper, before his head dropped down and he exhaled. "Mine."

Scorpius grunted when Al clenched around him, and he came as well, still moving his hips against Al. He realized that he'd drooled a bit on Al's back and he hastily wiped it away. He wanted to free Albus so that they could cuddle, but he needed to catch his breath first. He panted, his chest heaving. Al was breathing hard, too, and he was moving Scorpius gently up and down. "Am I too heavy?" Scorpius whispered. "Should I get off?"

"Thought you just did." Al sighed contentedly and there was a smile in his voice. "Unless you just shot my ass full of chowder or something." He raised his head, which was all he could move. "You can stay there," he whispered. "If you let me go, I'll turn over so I can kiss you senseless."

Scorpius laughed, which made his now-limp cock slide from Al's ass. He groaned at the loss. He rolled off Al so that he could reach his wand. He gave a swish and a flick and the ropes disappeared. He flashed Al a cheeky grin. "I guess you'll have to get on top of me, now, won't you?" He tossed his wand back on the table and opened his arms.

"When did you become such a whore? And why aren't I surprised? And why is it such a huge fucking turn on?" Al laughed too and moved on top of Scorpius, settling down into his arms like he'd been there all his life. In a way, he reflected, he had. He'd wanted Scorp from the second he first saw him, WANTED him in the way he wanted chocolate, a warm bed and frankly, his stuffed rabbit, Mr. Bun. It was a simple want. Only when they had gotten older had he realized that the want was coupled with need, and then lust had entered the picture and Al was lost from then on out.

He looked down at Scorpius and moved his hand to stroke fine white-blond hair off his damp forehead. "I love you," he said simply. "I always have- never stopped for a moment."

Scorpius grinned up at him. "I love you too. And I always have. And I always will. You're a part of me. Even before I understood things like this," He gestured helplessly between the two of them, lying there naked and spent. "You were a part of me." He nuzzled Al's shoulder. "Now, wasn't I promised kisses? You're not getting selfish on me already, are you?"

Al gave him a lazy smirk. "Selfish? Me? No...." He reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of Scorpius' neck and pulled him down to kiss him, slowly licking his bottom lip first until Scorpius opened his mouth to him, and then he sank into the kiss, his tongue probing and mapping Scorp's mouth, a sweet, deep kiss that was full of promise.

Scorpius melted into the kiss, holding Al so tightly that he could feel his fingers digging into Al's back. He moaned a bit when Al twirled their tongues together. He felt slightly clumsy, as he often did around Al, and he pulled back a bit. "Am I a good kisser? I mean, I've never kissed anyone else. I don't want you to think I'm lame."

The corner of Al's mouth quirked up. "You are an excellent kisser, Scorpius Hyperion. And even if you were terrible, I wouldn't care, cause it's YOU. But yes, you are a great kisser and I want more of your kisses, please. Cause I've waited a bloody lifetime for you and I'm not letting you go. Period."

~The End~

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I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story (Part Two)

abusing_sarcasm — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:13:40 GMT

I Missed Part One!

Part Two

The next day, Al was early to Transfiguration, which almost never happened, as it was his first class of the day, and therefore one he scrambled to get to on time. But he hadn't slept too well, thinking of Scorpius and the Ball, and what he was going to do to ensure that the other boy was his. Al had never been much for planning (except for Quidditch strategies) and this whole thing unnerved him. The gleam in Lily's eyes was worrying; Al thought she was a bit too enthusiastic at the thought of making him pretty.

He sat there in his customary spot as the other students started filing in, and looked up as Scorpius appeared beside him.

Scorpius was surprised to see that Al had gotten to Transfiguration ahead of him. "You actually woke up on time today?" he joked, keeping his tone light. He didn't want Al to suspect how much his stomach was fluttering just being near Albus. Especially after his fantasizing last night, which had gotten even more explicit than usual.

"Its the first sign of the Apocalypse," nodded Al seriously. "The second sign is that I actually..." he leaned over close to Scorpius' ear. "I SKIPPED breakfast. Wasn't hungry. Can you believe that?" He shook his disheveled head. "I'm worried about myself."

Scorpius shivered when Al's breath hit his ear. It was so distracting that he almost missed what Al had said to him. "You? Skipped breakfast? Who are you and what have you done with Albus Potter?" He grinned. "Aren't you afraid of wasting away to nothing?" He punctuated his comment by looking at Al's stomach, and he wished he wouldn't have when he found himself noticing the way Al's trousers stretched across his lap. He shifted a bit in his seat, hoping Al wouldn't notice.

"Terribly afraid. I may have to eat three lunches and two dinners to make up for it." He sighed, looking over at Scorpius. It wasn't fair; he was wanking over someone and wouldn't tell Al who...not that Al really wanted to know. Sometimes the unknown was easier to deal with.

He occupied his time during class sneaking covert looks at Scorpius' profile. HIS nose had never been broken, that was for damn sure...Al's had been broken three times. The perils of sibling rivalry. Then, he spent time imagining pulling out the band on that shiny tail of hair and sliding his fingers through it, burying his face in it; for some reason he was sure it would smell like strawberries. He didn't know why, except that it just would. He imagined that hair drifting across his stomach and onto his cock and heaved a very large sigh at the image.

Scorpius heard Al sigh and wondered what he was thinking about. Some traitorous little voice in his head made him wonder if Al was thinking about blowjobs again. He was sure it was only his over-active imagination, but he kept noticing Al glancing at him. Suddenly, he felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. What if Albus was on to him? What if he was giving away the fact that he now had a 'master plan' that involved leather trousers? Oh, Merlin... What if Lily had told him something? Scorpius leaned over to Al. "Knut for your thoughts?"

Al blinked. "Huh? Oh...strawberries." He nodded vigorously. It wasn't entirely a lie; strawberries did figure prominently in that fantasy. He gave Scorpius his most ingenuous smile, the one that usually worked on everyone short of McGonagall, who was on to him. But that was ok too. She was his godmother, after all. And Lily's, a thought that made him snort whenever he thought about it. He was sure Lily had cured Minerva of any long-dormant child-of-her-own-pangs long, LONG ago. He propped his chin on his hand and pretended to concentrate, while his mind floated back to blonds and soft strands lying across his thighs and...

Oh fuck. NOT here...not NOW! Bloody cock. He shifted a little, trying to be inconspicuous. And not blush. Although that hope was already shot to hell as he felt his cheeks grow hot.

Strawberries? Scorpius was confused, but he shrugged and went back to taking notes. Al was probably just planning his lunch already. However, Scorpius noticed Albus fidgeting a bit in his seat. He glanced over and saw that Al's cheeks were bright red. He was blushing? Scorpius couldn't help looking down and he gulped audibly. Al was visibly hard. Scorpius immediately snapped his head back down to his notes, but he could feel his own cheeks getting red.

And his own cock getting hard. He tried to think of the most disgusting thing possible, but all he could think of was how... large... Al had appeared to be under his trousers. Scorpius's fingers itched to reach out and run his hand over the bulge. He gulped again.

Oh god, thought Albus. Stop blushing Potter, Jesus! It was no use. He couldn't wank under the desk...not well, and sure as hell not with Scorp beside him. He glanced up and caught the tail end of Scorp's gaze and swallowed. He'd seen. Shit shit shit! Ok...think about things that are not sexy. Not. Filch in a thong. Hooch bicycling naked. Shepherd's pie. Uhh...what else? His parents having sex.

He glanced down. Better. Ok. Ron and Hermione having sex. No good. Aunt Mione was kind of hot, for an older woman. Uh...

Fortunately, things seemed to be settling down. He chanced another glance over at Scorpius, who was still blushing. It was good of his mate to feel embarrassed for him. After all, they'd all been there, right?

Scorpius was fighting the urge to look. He was not going to look. No, he was not. He was not going to ogle his best mate's cock in the middle of Transfiguration class. He was not. He dug his fingernails into his palm to remind himself to behave. He wriggled a bit. How he would ever make it to the Yule Ball, he had no idea. Now that he had a suspicion that Al might be amenable to shagging him, Scorpius couldn't get the images out of his mind.

He glanced over at Al's hand on the desk. His hands were so big. And rough from gripping his broom handle. Would they feel rough gripping other things? Scorpius could feel the blush returning. He lowered his head even further. Then inspiration struck and he reached up and unfastened his hair, letting it hang down and obscure his face. He shook it out a bit with his hand, trying to make it look like the tight elastic had been giving him a headache. He smiled at his own genius. Now even if Al looked over, he'd just see hair. Scorpius praised his Ravenclaw brain.

Al heard the snap of elastic and looked over involuntarily...and groaned aloud, letting his forehead thump onto the desk in front of him. Bloody buggering hell, that was just cruel of Scorpius. Downright mean and bastardly.

And god, was he turned on. The erection that had been slowly -but surely -deflating was suddenly back with a vengeance. Al slid one hand into his lap and pressed down on it, hoping that his cock would get the message that NOW WAS NOT THE TIME, but no. Scorp's hair was right THERE, dammit. So close he could almost smell it if he just leaned over and...

...THUMP! Al leaned over too far, caught his foot on the chair leg it had been wrapped around and toppled over backwards onto the stone floor, cracking his shoulder handily as he did so. Fortunately, his robe also caught and so covered his, uh, affliction.

He lay there and wished for this day to be over already. Damn Scorpius and his hair anyway.

Scorpius barely noticed that anything was wrong until he heard a thud and heard the rest of the class begin to laugh. He spun around and saw Albus lying on the floor. "Al," he hissed, "What the hell are you doing?" He reached out his hand without thinking to pull Al up. However, when Al clasped it, little shivers broke out all over Scorpius's body. He hoped that Al wouldn't pass too closely on his way up and notice the hard-on that Scorpius was still trying to hide.

"Looking up at the clouds...what the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Al hissed back. "I fell over, you wanker." He took the hand that Scorpius gave him and tried not to react to how it felt in his. He managed to get up, not wincing until he was upright. "Ow, damn," he muttered.

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Potter? " Professor Morton's voice was vaguely concerned. Obviously, students falling over in class was de rigeur in Transfiguration. "Nothing, except I...I think I dislocated my shoulder." A bolt of pain accompanied this statement and he bit his lip. "Well then, off to the Hospital Wing with you, then. Go!"

Al didn't need to be told twice but he did wonder how exactly he was supposed to walk. He stood up carefully, using his good hand to adjust his robes, which mercifully draped down his front and hid the evidence. "Scorp, will you go with me?" His voice was small as the pain in his shoulder grew.

Scorpius's heart skipped a beat. The idea that Al needed him filled him with a strange, almost tender feeling. "Sure, of course I'll go, mate," Scorpius said, trying to keep his tone light. "Professor, I'm gonna go with Albus and help his carry his things. Is that all right?" When the professor agreed, Scorpius gathered up his own supplies and Albus's, stuffing them into their respective bags. "Let's go."

As they walked out of the classroom, Scorpius rubbed Al's arm lightly. "Does it hurt much?"

"Kind of," Al admitted. He hated ever showing weakness, but fuck, this one hurt. He was no stranger to broken bones, pulled muscles, bloody noses or black eyes, but this one...well, it felt different. He hoped it was ONLY dislocated...the match against Gryffindor was this weekend and he had sworn on all that was holy that James was going down. He shifted a little bit; Scorp must have touched him a thousand times over the course of their friendship...why did everything feel different now?

Because you've admitted to yourself...and your sister, you idiot...that you want him. And now it’s all you can think about. He sighed. A month wasn't long, but it might very well be the longest month of his life. As well as the most painful if he continued falling over things in his quest for smelling Scorpius.

"I'm sorry, Al. That sucks... But what were you doing, anyway? What made you fall over?" Scorpius asked him. He remembered that his hair was still loose and he let go of Al's arm to tuck it behind his ears. He couldn't pull it back with the bags slung over his shoulder, and it swung around his face, annoying him. He regretted the decision, though, because now that he'd taken his hand off Al, he wasn't sure how he could put it back without seeming obvious.

And damn if he didn't want to be touching Al. His forearms were so muscular. How had he never noticed that before? He briefly wondered if Al would be able to pick him up with those strong arms. He shook his head to clear that thought, and his hair swung back in his face. He really hoped Lily would come through with a haircut idea.

"I was just..." leaning over to smell your hair. No biggie. I do that all the time. He sighed. "I was going to ask you a question all quiet-like and lost my balance." Dammit, Scorpius still looked lickable. He NEVER had his hair loose...why did he have to pick today, of all days? He trudged along sullenly. His shoulder was really throbbing now and he scowled.

"Oh." Scorpius grinned and nudged Al's good shoulder with his own, giving him a friendly little bump. "Well, it was kind of funny in retrospect. Or it will be once we get you all healed. You have to be in good shape for the match this weekend." Scorpius swallowed a bit as he thought about Al's shape. Even though he wasn't a huge Quiddich fan, Scorpius always looked forward to Al's games. If for no other reason than the way Al looked in his uniform. And the way he got all sweaty afterwards. And the thought of him showering off in the locker room. Oh, gods... What a time to remember his favorite fantasy!

"Um, we're here," he said hastily, trying to distract himself.

"Thank God," Al mumbled. He wasn't sure if it was his brain or body trying to kill him more.

The mediwitch clucked over him as she usually did, lectured him on the perils of carelessness, reminded him that his body was a temple that he should worship and not try to destroy...leading Al to think naughty things about Scorpius' temple...and wrenched his shoulder back, tsking at his howl of pain. She dosed him with pain medication and wrote him a note to get him out of class for the rest of the day, provided he rest. "What about lunch though? And dinner?"

She sighed. "Mr. Potter, your stomach is a mighty force in your life...yes, you can go to meals. Merlin forbid."

She sent him on his way, thanking Scorpius for staying with his friend. Al sat on the bed for a moment while she praised him and noted that the sun shot through the window and lit the gold streaks in Scorpius's hair, making him look angelic and sweet and so fucking hot that he...

He REALLY needed to stop daydreaming about hair. It was just getting weird.

Scorpius handed Al his bag back. "Hold on a sec, Al." He sat his own bag down in the hall and twisted his hair into a neat tail at the back of his head. "Oh, much better. I was sick of having hair in my face. It can get downright annoying." He thinks about Lily's questions about his hair. "Maybe I should just cut it short. What do you think?"

Al stared at him in horror. "You wouldn't do that...would you?" He would have to kill his best mate. And then cry. Or maybe cry THEN kill him. Either way, there would be killing and crying.

But then Al had a thought...if it wasn't THERE, he couldn't get in trouble. He wouldn't fall out of his chair trying to sniff it. He wouldn't have random daydreams about it in class that resulted in dislocated shoulders and lectures. He assumed an air of nonchalance. "I don't know...maybe you should."

Scorpius frowned. Would Al prefer him with short hair? "Do you think I would look better with it short? I'm so used to it... But if you think it would look good. I mean, not that you think I look good or something. But..." Scorpius realized he was rambling. "Never mind. I'm not going to cut it. I'm too used to it. I just have to remember not to let it get in my way. Anyway, enough talk about hair. What are we, girls?"

"No! Not girls. At all. All man here," said Al hastily, realizing too late that he would actually be the girl in the relationship. Dammit. He'd suspected as much. "You asked, I answered. So, uh, thanks for going with me to the infirmary...I guess maybe I should go rest like Madame Violetta said, huh?" He was wishing Scorpius could come with him and just sit on his bed with him or study or stroke his...back, or...never mind. Al knew he needed some "alone time" because his reactions to Scorpius had suddenly gone haywire and he was afraid that he was going to give something away if he didn't back off.

"Yeah, you should probably do that. You need to be healthy for kicking Jamie's arse, right? Do you want me to come with you?" Scorpius had a sudden vision of helping Al remove his shirt... and his trousers. And helping him into bed. Oh, maybe he'd require a sponge bath!

Scorpius shook his head again. He was never going to last until the Yule Ball at this rate. He needed to find Lily and get a progress update. And quickly, before his loins exploded.

"Uhm..." Al considered; he loved having Scorpius around, but given the day's events already, it was probably better if he went back to Slytherin alone and tried to rest. Maybe wank...ok, definitely wank, but rest too. "It's ok Scorp...I know you hate to miss class, so you go on and I'll just go take a nap or something, k?"

Scorpius sighed, but Al was right. He did hate to miss class. "Alright then. But I'll come back and check on you after class, okay?" He patted Al's arm again and headed for his next class.

****

Al was not to be alone, alas...for Lily was just coming down the stairs from the boy's dorm when he came in with his sling. He didn't even want to imagine WHY she'd been up there, or with who. "Oh my head, Albus...what did you do to yourself now?"

He scowled. "I fell over in class."

She paused, debating whether or not to ask, but curiosity got the better of her. "How did you fall over in CLASS?"

He sighed. "I was trying to smell Scorpius' hair."

"You...were trying to smell his hair?"

"Yes."

Don't ask, Lil..."Why in hell were you doing that?"

"Because...it was there, and close and I just know it smells like strawberries and I..."

Lily's facepalm stopped him in his tracks. "I'm the girl, aren't I?"

"I'm afraid so, love...but look, I have good news. I ordered all the clothes for the Ball and you will look spectacular, if I do say so myself, and I do." She looked very self-satisfied. "Now...when they come, try them on, and if they need altering we can worry about that then. I want to have the outfit all sorted out well before the Ball. The only thing I want to deal with that day is this," and she tugged on his hair. "Because if you really want to look that good, like the photo, this is gonna have to go. You know that, right?"

Al hadn't considered it, but he had no emotional attachment to HIS hair. It was just there. He shrugged. "Ok, whatever. You're the boss."

"I love it when men say that. All right then. So you can disregard the note under your pillow." She paused a moment to look at him. "Are you sure of what you feel, Al? I mean, if you jump Scorpius in public, that pretty much declares your orientation and desires all at once. Things will change for you after that...not necessarily in a bad way, although a few people might decide to be assholes. But leave them to me, I'll kick their asses. But...I just want to be sure you've thought this through."

Al studied her; she actually appeared concerned. "I have. I know people might be surprised, or might not. I don't know. I just know I want who I want. I only have to hope he wants me back." His voice was worried. "Lil, what if he doesn't? What if this all goes horribly wrong and he hates me for feeling like I do? I mean...maybe he doesn't like boys. Maybe he does but just doesn't want ME. I don't want to lose him both ways."

The expression on his face made her -oddly - want to hug him. So she did, surprising herself and Albus both, but he returned the hug warmly enough. "Alby, I can't tell you not to worry. I can't tell you what he'll do. But you won't lose him. He cares for you, a lot; you two have been friends forever. It will all be ok. It will work out."

She couldn't say more without jeopardizing Scorpius' trust and although her code of ethics flummoxed some people, Lily had a very strong sense of what was wrong or right; and she wouldn't hurt either boy for the world. "Now, did Madame Violetta tell you to rest?"

Al nodded.

"Then go rest. I will bring you lunch and you should be good to go by dinner. All right?"

He smiled at her and Lily reflected that Scorpius would have to be a moron to resist Al when he smiled. "All right...and Lil? Thanks."

She smiled back. "You're welcome. And you so owe me."

He nodded and turned around, heading up the stairs; she watched him go, then shouldered her bag again and went looking for Scorpius.

Scorpius hurried out of Potions the moment the bell rang. He wanted to head up to check on Al, but as he was heading for the Slytherin dungeons, he nearly ran right into Lily. "Lily! I was just going to check on Albus. Have you seen him? Is he alright? Did he get some food, because he skipped breakfast and I'm afraid that's why he might have fallen over, because you know how much food he usually gets and missing a meal could probably cause his body to shut down..." He trailed off, realizing that he was rambling. He blushed at the incredulous look on Lily's face. Sheepishly he added, "I was just going to check on him."

"That's sweet of you," she said nonchalantly. "He could probably use a good checking on; he said he felt faint and needed rest." Lily's most Slytherin trait was her ability to lie effortlessly and with a straight face. "Al should be in his dorm, resting." She looked him over. "What kind of shampoo do you use?"

Scorpius looked at her oddly. "Is this for the makeover? It's ummm... I think it's called "Strawberry Fields." It smells like strawberries. I picked it because I didn't want to smell like a flower garden. Am I gonna need a new kind of shampoo after you re-do my hair?" Scorpius was very confused.

Lily smiled. "No, it has nothing to do with anything. I just thought you smelled nice, is all." Point to Albus, that secret freak. "And I have some ideas for you, so if you want to get together and discuss, let me know. I ordered everything today, so in a few days we'll see how it all works." Noting Scorpius' slightly worried expression, she added. "I have one word for you...texturizing. Learn it, live it, love it. Ta!" She walked away, smirking. God, Al was SO far gone. It was actually sweet in a slightly scary and pathetic way.

Texturizing? Scorpius was confused, but before he could ask, Lily had disappeared into the crowd of students with a flash of red hair and a waft of some sort of perfume that smelled like a French whore house. Not that Scorpius had ever been in any sort of whore house, but he could imagine. Shrugging, he continued towards the Slytherin dorms, hoping that Albus had been properly fed by this point. He was hoping he wouldn't fall over again.

Although, if Al did start to swoon, perhaps Scorpius could catch him! He entertained a romantic fantasy along those lines until he remembered that Al was a head taller and quite a bit heavier and would likely squash Scorpius like a bug if he were to fall on him. Scorpius revised the fantasy to have himself fall into Albus's waiting arms. He was so inside his own head that he nearly walked past the door. Shaking his head, he went inside and opened Al's bedroom door. "Al?"

"Yeah...hey!" He smiled when he saw who it was. He was laying on his bed with his (surprise surprise) Quidditch playbook beside him, propping himself up on his decent shoulder and making notes in the margin. He was a little tired and his shoulder was beginning to throb again. He was also nearly naked, his Muggle gym shorts being the only clothing he was wearing. And the shorts were only so he wouldn't traumatize random people wandering in who might see him naked; he was considerate like that. He closed the play book and stretched a bit. "How was class?" he asked, moving over so Scorpius could sit down.

Scorpius gulped at the sight of Al in nothing but a pair of very small shorts. And promptly developed a raging hard-on. He quickly sat down as far from Al as he could get while still being, technically, on the bed, and plopped his bag in his lap. "Uh, hey Al. It was fine. You didn't miss anything exciting. We made an Elixir of Lethargy. It was just as boring as it sounds. I can show you how to make it later." Scorpius studiously focused on his own hands, twisting the strap of his bag, because if he so much as glanced at Al, all he could see was his muscular chest. Or his muscular thighs. He gulped again. "So what have you been up to?"

"Not a damn thing, my man," grumbled Al, rolling onto his back and pulling his legs up so they were bent at the knee. "I'm lying here trying not to take Pain Potion and thinking about the game and that's about it. I did take about a 15 minute nap until Sam Goyle woke me up making some sort of beastly noise; he was either coming or dying. Apparently coming cause I don't see a dead body around anywhere. I worry about him, seriously." He looked over at Scorpius. "Ditch your bag and stretch out - you look tense."

Scorpius almost laughed. Tense? Al thought he looked tense? He shifted restlessly. His hard-on, which he had been struggling to get under control, had returned with a vengeance when Al had gotten into that position. If he would just spread his knees a bit, Scorpius could lie right between them and suck his cock, lick his balls... or his ass. Scorpius leaped off the bed and rushed for the door, keeping his bag carefully in front of himself. "I just remembered that I... forgot something. In class. A book. I forgot my book. In class. Bye." He ran out the door and didn't stop running until he reached his bedroom.

Sinking onto the bed, Scorpius cast and silencing charm and reached into his pants. At this rate, his cock was going to be too sore from overuse before he could even make a move on Albus. Damn him and his shorts anyway.

Al looked after Scorpius in amazement; he'd never seen the other boy move that fast, unless he was elbowing people out of the way at Flourish & Blott's during school shopping...Al shook his head. Weirdness. But since the dorm was now empty again, he whipped the shorts off, tossed them beside his bed and got under the covers. Scorpius had looked so fucking CUTE sitting there with his schoolbag all scrunched up against him like a shield and all blushing and....Al slid his hand down and wrapped it comfortably around his cock, conjuring up various images of Scorpius being unintentionally sexy through the years. He sighed and let his mind go until his hand was moving at a frantic pace and he was beginning to wish he'd used lotion first...and then an image of Scorp in that outfit he'd seen in Lily's magazine yesterday sprang to mind and he came with a very loud groan that would have rivaled Sam Goyle's dying scream for sheer volume and relief. God....

...and he was sure he'd smelled strawberries.

Scorpius went down to dinner, hoping that Al would be around, although he didn't see him when he went into the Great Hall. He saw Lily at the Slytherin table, but she was surrounded by a group of friends (and male admirers), so he sat at the Ravenclaw table. He knew Al could find him if he wanted to. He picked at his food dispassionately. He wondered once again how he was going to last until the Yule Ball. His cock actually hurt after the last round of wanking. He hadn't known that someone could actually wank too much. But if Al was going to continue prancing around in those little shorts, Scorpius was going to injure himself permanently.

Al's enthusiastic wank had been followed by another short nap, a round of Exploding Snap, a shower and another wank. Essentially, it had been the perfect afternoon; this going to class stuff was for the birds. He was starving, of course, but that was normal. He looked around for Scorpius when he entered the Great Hall, a little later than usual; that last wank in the shower had taken a few minutes. He spotted him at the Claw table and wandered over to sit down opposite him and begin to help himself to a truly astounding amount of chicken and potatoes. "Did you find your book all right?" he asked as he loaded his plate.

"What book?" Scorpius asked him, confused. He smiled fondly at Al's appetite. Thankfully Albus was properly dressed in a jumper and jeans. However, he still looked much more delicious than any of the food. Scorpius trailed his fork through his peas, making furrows.

Al stopped spooning potatoes onto his plate. "Your book that you forgot in the classroom? You left in huge hurry and didn't come back, so I wanted to make sure you'd found your book." Scorpius still looked confused and Al set his spoon down. "Unless that was just an excuse...." He studied the other boy's face. "Did I do something wrong to make you leave like that?"

Scorpius felt his cheeks heat up. He'd completely forgotten about the lie he'd told! "Oh, that book! I... um... forgot for a moment. Of course you didn't do anything wrong!" Scorpius gave a laugh that sounded strained even to his own ears. "What could you have done wrong?"

Al shrugged, looking unconvinced. "You're a pretty lousy liar, Scorpius," he commented, looking down at his plate. He suddenly wasn't hungry at all. "Well, whatever I did, I'm sorry." He swallowed and stood up. "If you didn't want to come check on me, you didn't have to. Its not like anyone makes you be my friend. I'm gonna head back, and its fine, about this afternoon. Whatever."

He left quickly, getting odd looks from other students who had never seen Albus Potter walk away from a full plate. Al himself felt all wrong. Maybe Scorpius had somehow figured out what Al felt for him, been grossed out and had to leave so he wouldn't show it. The thought twisted his stomach and he was very glad the Slytherin dungeons weren't far away.

Scorpius pushed his plate back and chased after Al, heedless of how it would look to the other students. "Al! Wait up! I'm so sorry... I... I wasn't feeling uncomfortable." He could feel his cheeks heating up and he grabbed Al's arm and leaned closer to him, looking around to make sure that no one else was in earshot. "I got a little too comfortable, if you know what I mean." Scorpius prayed that Al wouldn't be disgusted by him. "You know how that sometimes just... happens... to us guys, right? Completely involuntary. But I didn't think you'd want me on your bed. In that state, I mean."

It took Al a moment to fully understand what Scorpius was actually saying...and when he did, his eyes widened. "You were...oh! Right then?" At Scorpius' nervous nod, Al had a moment of pure exultation, followed by the realization that it could have very well been completely involuntary and not because of him at all. Before he could consider the wisdom of his next words - cause god forbid a Potter male ever think before he spoke - he blurted out. "I wouldn't have cared, even if you wanted..." he lowered his voice. "You know, take care of things right there and then. I wouldn't have minded watching you."

A split second later, his words reached his brain and he almost died on the spot. "Oh God..."

The bottom dropped out of Scorpius's stomach and he was suddenly very glad he hadn't eaten much at dinner. He gaped at Al in what he suspected was an unbecoming fashion. "Are you serious?" Latching onto the idea, Scorpius said hurriedly, before Al could retract his statement, "Because I think that could be kind of fun. Maybe we should try it. I mean... I will if you will."

Al's eyes were huge. "You would? Really? Want to, I mean? Cause I would. I will!" He took a deep breath. "Uhmm...we could go to my room. It's pretty private, as long as Sam's not around and he's just started eating. He'll be here till they chuck him out, so..." He bit his lip. "So, uhm, lets go!"

Scorpius looked at Al with huge eyes. "Now? You want to do it right now?" Scorpius realized that he might miss his chance otherwise, so he added, "I mean, that's fine with me. More than fine. Great, even! Good plan. Yes. Let's go." He couldn't stop staring at Al's lip as Al nibbled it. He certainly didn't have to worry about being in the mood for a wank. Ever since Albus had made the suggestion, Scorpius had been rock-hard. In fact, he had to hold his bag in front of him as they began to walk. And he was sure he was probably walking funny as well, but he couldn't care less. In fact, he began to walk a bit more quickly.

Al himself was half-hard, and knew as soon as he sat or lay down near Scorpius and saw his cock, he'd be...ah. Well. Obviously it wouldn't even take THAT. Al thanked Merlin and whoever else wizards worshipped that his jeans were formerly Jamie's who was far huskier than he, and therefore the jeans were baggy. And that the dorms weren't far. And that his room was just to the left of the Common Room. All good things.

They got to his room and Al locked the door. "For privacy," he informed Scorpius, and sat down with a sigh on his bed and unzipped his jeans, sighing as the tension against his cock was relieved. He patted the spot beside him. "Sit."

Scorpius sat. He also unzipped his trousers, but he was hesitant about pulling out his cock. He was harder than he could ever remember being, and he was afraid that one touch and he'd come all over himself. And then Al would think he was a freak! Or had no stamina whatsoever. He shifted a bit, sitting sideways with his back against the footboard, knees bent, legs spread a bit to relieve the pressure. He also wasn't looking directly at Al this way, which was slightly better for his sanity. "So..." he began inanely. "How do we... you know... start?"

"Well..." Al thought a moment. "Get comfortable. You might want to lose the trousers. I usually get naked entirely, but I'm a freak," he said cheerfully. "And since you probably don't want to see me naked, I'll be nice and leave my shirt on, ok?" He stood up and pulled off his jeans and jumper; he had a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt on underneath. His erection was evident through his boxer briefs. He looked down. "Guess I didn't have to worry about getting hard, did I. Couple thoughts and bam!" He looked over at Scorpius. "Are you gonna leave everything on?"

He devoutly hoped not.

He almost moaned at the sight of Al's erection. Breathing heavily, he said, "I usually just stick my hand down my trousers. But, then again, I'm usually wearing pyjamas. So I guess I'd better take something off." He turned back to the side and toed his shoes off, letting them drop onto the floor. He shimmied out of his jeans and dropped them on the floor as well. He left his black silk boxers on, though. He knew his own erection was clearly visible and he tried not to blush. He stripped off his button-down shirt, but left on the black sleeveless undershirt that he was wearing underneath.

He turned sideways again, resuming his position against the footboard. "Why don't you sit at the head of the bed," he suggested, his desire to have a good view winning out over his shyness. He rotated his neck a bit. His ponytail was hurting the back of his head as he leaned against the tall footboard, so he reached up and undid the elastic, shaking his hair out and tucking it behind his ears.

Al swallowed hard....but knew that the sight of Scorpius, all relaxed and with his hair down would guarantee that his erection wasn't going anywhere soon...except kaboom! He got into the position Scorpius suggested and had the sudden thought that if they were ever together, this is what it would be like...Scorpius on...or better yet IN ...his bed, hard and soft at the same time. Al knew it sounded contradictory but that's what Scorpius was to him.

God, him in all black with the blond... Al closed his eyes a moment, burning the image on his brain. He knew he didn't look half as good as the other boy, but then again, Scorp wasn't thinking of HIM, right? Right. Al decided to just say fuck it and he moved up on his knees and pulled his boxer briefs off entirely, tossing them on the floor and then sitting back, spreading his knees a little and touching himself lightly.

Scorpius couldn't stop staring. His cock was literally pulsing and his stomach was in knots. He was trying to commit every single perfect bit to memory just in case he died of sheer joy. Which he was afraid he might do at any second. Al looked... incredible. His cock was so big! And so hard! And so... Scorpius had to dig his fingernails into his arm to the point of pain to keep himself from reaching for it. He could see Al's balls, and a shadow of something below that he itched to explore further. He wanted to lean forward and bury his face in Al's crotch and never come out again.

That time, he did moan out loud, reaching down to touch himself lightly through the black silk. He took a deep breath. This might be his only chance to do something like this, so he had best do it right. He slipped the boxers off and dropped them over the side of the bed, baring himself. He was embarrassed, but he was so eager that it hardly registered. He touched himself with his fingertips, afraid that the second he closed his hand around his cock, he would come.

He looked at their positions. Mirror images. He wondered if he shot his load, would it end up on Al? Would Al's... stuff get on him? Scorpius imagined licking it off of Al's powerful thighs and he moaned a bit again.

When Scorpius pulled off his boxers, Al made a strangled little mewling sound that would embarrass the hell out of him later, but right now...Scorpius, as he always knew he would be, was perfect; his cock was beautiful and already glistening with pre-come. And all, ALL Al wanted to do was lean forward and lick those drops off, taste him, memorize him with his tongue and then lick that cock with long, slow strokes until Scorpius came in his mouth, on his chin, chest, wherever it would fall. Al didn't care.

He was aware that Scorpius was staring at him as intently as Al was looking at him. Slowly, willing himself to not go immediately, he started stroking himself, drawing two fingers up his cock from base to tip, and rubbing his thumb along the slit, where he was leaking too.

Scorpius heard the little sound that Al made and it sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. He watched Al, breathing shallowly, trying to commit each action to memory. Because he knew he would never wank again without thinking of this moment and he wanted to be able to recall it in detail. He spread his legs a bit more, running his fingers over his cock, almost teasingly. Trying to buy some time, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed hard, which helped a bit, but not much.

He let his other hand drift down to cup his balls. He rotated them a bit in his palm, moaning at the sensation. They ached. He was so close already, but he never wanted this to end. He rubbed his hand up and down his shaft a few times, testing himself. He wasn't going to last long at all. Fleetingly, he wondered what Al would do if he just reached over and replaced Al's hand with his own. The question fell from his lips before he could censor himself. "What are you thinking about?"

Al was staring at Scorpius's hand, moving so slowly over his cock...and when Scorpius moaned, Al nearly came right there.

Nothing had ever turned him on like this did. NOTHING. He wanted to watch Scorpius forever, wanted to watch the gentle way he touched himself and imagine those same hands drifting over him, stroking him with that same soft touch. He felt himself mimicking that touch, his own fingers moving slowly over himself, one finger moving slightly further back to press on his perineum, making him gasp with the ripple of tension that shot up his spine.

He was aching like never before and against his will he began to move his hand slightly faster, creating more friction and he licked his lips as he watched Scorpius...so involved was he that Scorpius' question caught him off guard. But he didn't even need to think about it. "The most beautiful person I've ever seen...so perfect." His eyes began to drift closed as his orgasm began to build and he forced them open again; he didn't want to miss a single second.

If Al's answer came off vague and esoteric, Scorpius didn't notice. He wouldn't have noticed if Al had said 'The Minister of Magic' or 'Your father.' He was too busy watching Al's finger move below his balls to touch between his legs... there. Scorpius leaned forward slightly, breathing heavily now. His hair fell over his shoulders and obscured his peripheral vision, but it just brought Al into sharper focus. All he could see was Albus. He could hear his little noises and the subtle sounds of his hand moving on his cock. Al was breathing hard, too, and Scorpius wondered if he was close to coming.

He gave in. This was too much. Too hot. He began to stroke himself in earnest, his hand moving up and down his length. He could feel how close he was and he wanted to just let go. He gasped, barely over a whisper, "Come with me, Al."

"God, Scorp..." Al couldn't hold back. He wanted to, he wanted to more than anything, to make this last and to watch Scorpius as he leaned forward ever so slightly towards him, Albus...and for that moment he could pretend that Scorpius wanted him, that he was thinking of him while he pleasured himself...and that was all it took. He moaned loudly, the sound at once husky and choked and came, harder than he ever had before, over his hand, his stomach, his leg and the coverlet. It was a messy shot and it was perfect. He managed to raise his eyes to Scorpius as he finished...

Hearing Al say his name was the point-of-no-return. He began stroking hard, his mind full of Albus. Flashes of his fantasies appeared to him, in vivid detail now that he had the real thing in front of him. He wanted to lean down and suck Al off. He wanted to bend over the end of the bed and have Al fill him full. Fuck him and take his virginity and claim him so that there was no doubt that he belonged to Al. Forever.

When Al came, Scorpius gasped at the sight. And followed him only seconds later. And as he did, he met Al's eyes. His beautiful green eyes that were glazed with lust and tinged with something almost like fear, and it was beautiful. He came all over himself, groaning with feeling. His hand was sticky and without thinking, he raised it to his lips and gave it a tentative lick.

Al bit his lip again and stared at Scorpius as he came...god, he was so unbelievably fucking beautiful and Al wanted him more than he had ever wanted anything. And when Scorpius licked his hand, Al's heart lurched and it was all he could do not to lunge forward, grab that hand and growl "Mine." Because Scorpius WAS his, and anyone who tried to challenge him would have another fucking think coming.

He raised his own non-sticky hand up and pushed his hair off his face; it was damp with sweat and curled in a most annoying way. Scorpius' tongue was a deep pink and Al had a flash of that tongue trailing down his chest and had to squeeze himself hard.

What he did next shocked him, as he dipped a finger in his own come and leaned forward, placing it on Scorpius' lower lip.

Scorpius couldn't have been more surprised if Al had hexed him. However, he didn't stop to think. He grabbed Al's wrist and almost jerked it away from his mouth, but then he paused. He snaked out his tongue and licked Al's finger. It tasted mostly the same as his own, but unique enough that he could tell a difference, and it made him groan with pleasure. Still holding Al's wrist, he sucked the finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. The similarity between that act and another was not lost on him. He moved Al's finger in and out of his mouth, stroking it with his tongue.

Suddenly a very insistent pounding startled Scorpius so much that he nearly bit Al's finger. "Al? You in there?" Scorpius recognized Sam Goyle's voice. He dropped Al's hand like a red-hot poker and jumped off the bed. He muttered a cleaning charm and pulled on his clothes as quickly as he could. He yanked the bed curtains shut, since Al seemed to be frozen solid, and sprinted for the door. He unlocked the door and said, "Sorry, Sam! We were studying!" as he walked out the door. He called over his shoulder, "See ya, Al!" in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner.

He hustled through the common room and was halfway back to Ravenclaw Tower before he stopped to catch his breath. He leaned against the wall, holding on to the stones for dear life. "What the fuck was that?" he whispered.

Al WAS frozen solid...he couldn't believe that he'd done that to Scorp....and that Scorp had licked his finger clean with that tongue that was so fucking...practiced. When had he PRACTICED doing that? And moreover, who the FUCK had he practiced ON?

He pulled the curtains shut on his bed and sat there, still half naked and covered with his own cooling and sticky come. He didn't know whether to be aroused or cry. He realized he was near tears, for no other reason than a) Scorpius had let him watch him wank, b) he had sucked Al's finger like a practiced cocksucker, and c)then had left as though he was beyond disgusted.

Oh God. Scorp would never want to see him again, let alone be his best mate anymore. And then, despite their mutual wank being the most perfect thing he'd ever experienced, he felt hot tears form and was suddenly grateful to be alone.

On to Part Three

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I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story (Part One)

abusing_sarcasm — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:07:45 GMT

Alright, so here's the deal. A while ago, Candi and I started writing a story, which is half role-play, half story, and half us having sex with each other. (Yes, I know that's three halves. I'm not good at math.)

This is the result. So far. No, it's not completed, but we figured we ought to start posting it before it needs its own zip code. You will find (because of the us having sex with each other half) that it plays to many of our personal kinks. We were mostly trying to get the other one to cry uncle... :D So you'll see an Al with a hair fetish and a Scorpius who really wants to dress like a rock god, but GOD DAMN, there's some good smut to be had. And no you can't know who wrote what. You'll have to figure it out. We hope you enjoy this, but if not, we're still having a shitload of fun! Lol...

Title: I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story
Author: Cam and Candi aka abusing_sarcasm and bageldelight
Length: ~26,800 words (and counting)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Albus and Scorpius are best friends who want to be more, but both think that they require a upgrade to win the other. Actually, all they need are raging hormones and some privacy...

"Do we always have to talk about Quiddich, Al?" Scorpius gestured around the empty Ravenclaw common room. "Everyone else is studying, as they should be, and we're here discussing strategy. Which I'm crap at, by the way. And you know it."

Al sighed and looked up from the playbook he was scanning. "No. We don't. We can stop the day that you give me some ineffably wonderful idea from a non-athletic point of view that I can use to whup Jamie's poncy ass. But until then, think think think. It's what you Claws do best." He went back to scowling at the diagram which looked vaguely lewd in nature.

"That looks like a diagram of a kneazel's intestinal tract. And why do you always worry about beating your brother? You always do." He realized that he was letting a fawning note creep into his voice and he quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, you know I have a Potions Essay to finish. As do you, I might remind you. We should probably start on those. Although, you’ll undoubtedly want to just copy from mine."

"That's not the point; the point is I want to beat him BADLY. Like, humiliation-level-wearing-girl's-knickers-to-dinner humiliation. You only children don't understand friendly competition." Al squinted at the diagram - he should be wearing his reading glasses but stubbornly refused, the result being that he rarely read anything at all and merely listened intently. It worked for him. "I think," he said, turning the diagram around, "that it looks like Filch and Hagrid getting it on in a broom closet. And yes, I want to copy your essay; I suck at Potions."

"Thank you for THAT disgusting mental image," Scorpius said, rolling his eyes. "And fine. If you want to copy my essay, I'd better start on it. You keep looking at your... Whatever that is." He turned his head to the side. "From this angle, it looks a bit like Professor Hampton squatting over a bonfire." He unrolled a new piece of parchment and sighed. "Why do I let you get away with so much?"

"Cause I'm so bloody cute," replied Albus, setting the playbook aside. "And because you can't resist the LOOK."

The LOOK was a surefire charmer, developed at the age of seven in order to secure more dessert; it worked on everyone. No one was immune, least of all Scorpius on whom Al used the LOOK often...as he did now. The slight smirk, the dimple just popping out in the left cheek, the wide-open eyes...never ever failed.

Scorpius turned away to hide his blush. It was true, unfortunately. Al could get him to do basically anything with 'the look,' as he called it. "Arrogant tosser," Scorpius muttered at him. He pondered, as he often did when he and Albus were alone, at what point his feelings for Albus had changed from platonic to romantic. He wished with all his heart that Albus might give him some kind of sign that he was interested, but Al usually only showed an interest in Quiddich and lunch. And Scorpius found himself getting terribly tongue-tied whenever Albus tried to turn the conversation towards romance. He was too afraid that something incriminating would slip out. Long about fifth year, Albus had pretty much stopped asking Scorpius personal questions. Scorpius still couldn't decide if that was a relief or not.

Al had stretched out in the chair opposite Scorpius, his slightly-shrunken Falmouth Falcons t-shirt riding up his stomach; he absently tugged it down, then yawned. It had been a whole hour and a half since dinner and his stomach was rumbling. People often watched him eat in wonder, much like they had with his Uncle Ron, wondering where in hell he actually managed to PUT all that food. "So Scorp," he said in his most casual voice. "Who're you gonna ask to the Yule Ball?"

The ball was still two months away, but already the girls were angling for dates and Albus really wanted to see who Scorpius would choose...because of course he would. He was too handsome not to. Al himself knew exactly who he would ask if he could...but he couldn't. His dream date was too aloof, too removed, too closed down...and perfect in every way. Damn Scorpius anyway.

Scorpius blanched. He'd been busily trying not to notice the sliver of stomach that Albus's shirt had revealed, so it took him a moment to process the question. "The Yule Ball? Why would I even want to go?" This was the way Scorpius handled most issues of this nature. Feign disinterest or pretend to be above such things, so that he wouldn't have to admit the truth. "You're not planning on going, are you? School dances are so hideous." He gave a little shudder. Then a horrible thought occurred to him. "You haven't asked someone, have you? Or do you want to ask someone?" Scorpius looked away, pretending to look something up in his Potions book. He was terrified to hear Al's answer.

Al watched him scramble for cover in his Potions book and sighed inwardly. "I haven't asked anyone, yet. A couple of people have expressed, uh, interest in me...but they're groupies, only interested in being with a Quid player." He shrugged. "I sent them to my Beaters." He looked down at the table, wondering if he would ever have the courage to be honest with Scorpius, to tell him what he felt for him. The Potter courage might be legendary, but the lack of talent with romance was too; looked like genetics were holding on strong. "I need food," he announced, standing up. "Do you want anything from the kitchens?"

Scorpius sighed. "You're always hungry. We just had dinner, you pig." He bent low over his parchment to hide his happy smile. His only consolation was that Al seemed completely disinterested in dating anyone seriously. Sometimes, he weakly allowed that thought to fill him with hope, but he knew that it was just how Al was. He didn't have time for girls. He was too interested in his Quiddich strategies. He also seemed oblivious to the fact that he was incredible-looking. And Scorpius refused to point it out for numerous reasons. But the Slytherin was truly gorgeous. And even though Scorpius turned his nose up at Quiddich, it didn't mean that he didn't appreciate the fact that playing the sport had given Al a body to die for. Realizing he was staring again, Scorpius returned to his essay. He waved his hand. "You go ahead and get some food. I'll keep working." He hoped Al would leave the room soon so that he could adjust the front of his trousers. He REALLY needed to stop thinking about Albus's muscles.

"Hey, this body is a finely tuned instrument and needs to be fed to keep it in top performance condition," said Al in his Quidditch-announcer voice. "Someday you will appreciate all the work I go through to keep myself this primed for competition." Just for fun - and to annoy Scorpius - he flexed and posed, eliciting a snort from the next table over and several cheers and wolf whistles from the back of the library. "Thank you, thank you... see, Scorp, THESE folks understand my efforts. And besides, all you DO is work." He leaned over and plucked the quill from Scorpius's fingers and bit down on the end. "See, not even a sugar quill. You'll be working for the rest of your life...well, unless you kill off your parents and inherit all, which bears thinking of...but I digress."

He could see Scorpius was unimpressed. "Fine then. I'll go all by my lonesome and tell the house elves my troubles." His hair fell into his eyes and he shoved it back impatiently, snapping the band off his wrist and pulling it back into a tail. His sister had taken to asking him if he needed to borrow barrettes and had been roundly hexed for her trouble. Al thought he looked pretty bad-ass, himself. "When you're hungry later, don't come crying to me."

He wandered off in the direction of the kitchens, leaving several second-years sighing in his wake.

Scorpius bit his lip. Luckily Al was good at giving speeches, which saved him from the trouble of needing to formulate a coherent reply. He'd learned years ago that when Al went into his "big Quiddich player" mode, he wanted to be admired and humored. Both of which Scorpius was glad to do, albeit covertly. He shot a dirty look at the girls who were now frantically whispering at the next table. "People are trying to work," he hissed irritably. He tamped down the jealousy and scratched a few more lines on his essay. He knew that with Albus's looks and personality, it would only be a matter of time before some girl got her claws in him. Scorpius wasn't sure what he'd do on that day, but he suspected that it would involve either flinging himself from the Astronomy Tower or ending up in Azkaban for use of several Unforgivables.

He slammed his book shut and rolled up his parchment. He wasn't going to get any more work done at this rate. Not when he couldn't keep his mind off Al and some girl, snogging in the halls or dancing at the bloody Yule Ball. He picked up his things and walked out. He refused to think about it a moment longer. Knowing Al, he'd be in the kitchens for a while. Maybe he'd have time for a quick wank before Al got back.

Albus was well known in the kitchens, and it wasn't difficult to snag some extra biscuits and a few pieces of fruit; in fact a day when he DIDN'T visit the Hogwarts kitchens usually resulted in a visit to his dorm room by a concerned elf or four. The only problem was that they were stealthy and prone to bad timing, so more than once, they'd caught him naked, or even worse, wanking. Fortunately it didn't seem to be anything they hadn't seen before, but he HAD noticed that most of his "checker-uppers" were now female. Figured. Everyone at boarding schools was a pervert, it seemed. Even the portraits were not above the occasional lewd comment when you got locked out of your Common Room in just a towel.

The only person, it seemed, who was NOT a pervert and was completely unaffected by any of Al's accidental exposures, was one Scorpius Malfoy. Again, it figured.

Scorpius checked each bed carefully before he flopped onto his own bed and drew the hangings. He muttered a silencing spell in case one of his housemates came in. He'd tried to fight his desire to wank to Albus for a long time, but eventually he'd given in, reasoning that no one would know what he was thinking of anyway, and fantasies couldn't hurt. However, it had been a rare miscalculation for Scorpius, since indulging in fantasies about Al had only deepened his crush. But there was no turning back now, since trying NOT to think of Al was basically pointless. He wormed his way into Scorpius's mind one way or another, so Scorpius didn't fight it.

Scorpius unfastened his trousers and pushed his hand inside. His cock was already half-hard from Al's little display at the library, and it only took a moment before he was all the way there. Moaning a little, he rubbed his hand up and down, teasingly. He wanted to hurry in case Albus came to find him so he chose one of his favorite fantasies - one that never failed to get him off quickly. Albus had just come in from playing Quiddich and he was all hot and sweaty. Scorpius was waiting for him in the shower room. 'I thought you might need a hand,' he said, huskily, kneeling down to help peel Al out of his uniform. When Al was naked, he would step under the hot water and start to wash. Scorpius would strip off and join him, offering to wash his back for him. His hands would drift over all those beautiful muscles, feeling each one rippling beneath his fingers. He would kneel once again, but this time Al would be hard. Scorpius would open his mouth and...

"Scorp?" Al's voice was louder than usual in the stillness. He'd gone back to the library but his second year fan club had informed him that "Malfoy" had left a while ago. "He yelled at us to be quiet!" one of them added in an injured voice. "We weren't even DOING anything." Al had rolled his eyes, thanked them and left, figuring he'd head up to the Tower and see how their Potions essay was coming along. He knew the password, of course. The Common Room had been sparsely populated and the 6th year dorm almost silent. Scorp's curtains were drawn and Al checked his watch. Asleep already?

"Scorp..." his voice was quieter this time. "You still up?"

Scorpius jumped about a foot in the air. He poked his head out through a crack in the bed curtains and said, "Yes. I'm going to sleep. Bye." He ducked back inside the curtains and attempted to tuck his very hard cock back into his pants. His heart was racing. 'Please let him leave, please let him leave, please let him leave,' he chanted in his head like a mantra.

"But its only seven o'clock for Christ's sakes...no one goes to bed THAT early unless they have no life. You have a life - just a little one, but Rome wasn't built in a day, you know." He waited for a moment, but no more sound was heard. No breath. So either Scorpius had expired and those were his last words or he had up a Silencing. And why would he have a Silencing except for....

Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Going now!" He backed out of the room, and down the stairs, intending to leave before he also expired, this time in embarrassment. But he stopped in the Common Room, struck by a single question.

Who had Scorpius Malfoy, Ice Prince apparent, been thinking of?

Scorpius's cheeks were burning. Apparently Albus had realized what he was up to. Groaning, he tried to roll over, but his stubborn cock protested. Wasn't extreme humiliation supposed to dampen one's libido? Well, at least he knew Al wouldn't come back. He reached back down to pick up where he'd left off. His favorite part of the fantasy... Water was raining down over his face, but he didn't care as he took Al's cock into his mouth. He imagined Albus grabbing his hair and pulling just a bit. Scorpius would wrap both arms around Albus and grab his muscular ass with both hands. Then he'd stand up and Al would look so disappointed until Scorpius would murmur, 'Do you want to fuck me?'

Scorp should be done by now, right? Either he had hurried up and finished or had abandoned the wank entirely. That was the problem - or the benefit - of living with other guys. Either you were interrupted constantly and just learned to carry on, or else you got cockshy and wanked with all the secrecy of a witness in a protection program. He wondered which Scorp was.

He checked his watch again....good enough. He quietly made his way upstairs again and approached the bed that was still shrouded and quiet; he must have one hell of a fantasy going...and dammit, Al wanted to know what it is. He knew in his heart it had no chance of ever being about him, but then who? "Hey, Scorp? You still in there?"

Bloody hell! Scorpius could not believe that Al had come back. Just when he thought he couldn't get any more mortified! He poked his face out once again, hoping that he wasn't too flushed and mussed-looking. "What? I said I was going to bed!"

Al folded his arms. "You don't look very calm for someone who's been sleeping, or trying to sleep. " He sighed. "Sorry, thought you'd be done yanking it by now. You apparently have a rich fantasy life - which I applaud, really." He set a couple pieces of fruit and a brownie on Scorp's desk. "I just wanted to bring you a snack is all."

Scorpius could feel his cheeks turning beet red. "I was not yanking anything! Thank you for the snack. Now please leave me alone. To sleep." He closed the curtains again and prayed, hard, for Albus to leave and not challenge him on the whole "not wanking" thing.

Al was taken aback; sure he'd interrupted him and sure it was annoying, but Scorpius was protesting too much...wasn't he? Well fine then, he could be a wanker - literally AND figuratively. Al wouldn't bother him anymore. "Whatever you want, Scorp." He couldn't keep his voice from sounding a little hurt. He was!

Scorpius didn't miss the tone in Al's voice. He felt terrible. It wasn't fair to snap when Albus couldn't understand that Scorpius's embarrassment went far deeper than being discovered having a wank. His erection had flagged anyway, so with a sigh, he sat up and parted the curtains. "Oi, Al! I'm sorry, mate, really." He patted the bed next to his hip. "Why don't you come help me eat this? You know I couldn't possibly polish all of that off myself." He broke the brownie in half and held the larger piece out to his friend with an apologetic smile.

Al looked at him carefully before moving over and sitting down gingerly next to Scorpius. "You could stand to eat more, you know," he said without his usual puppyish enthusiasm. "You just pick at everything." He took half the brownie, but didn't eat it right away. "I'm sorry I interrupted you. Guess that was really rude of me." He paused; his curiosity was overwhelming. Scorpius never talked about liking anyone, female or male, and Al wondered who it was who lived in his fantasies. "Can I ask you something?"

Scorpius ducked his head a bit. He certainly didn't want to discuss the interruption. "I don't pick. I eat. Just not like a horse," he said pointedly. However, he took a large bit of brownie, attempting to prove his point. "And sure. What did you want to ask?" He braced himself for another round of questions about which Chaser formation seemed most likely to work against Gryffindor.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. You eat. But ok...uhm..." He tried to think how to phrase it and decided that blatantly to the point worked best. "Who do you think about when you wank?"

Scorpius immediately choked on his mouthful of brownie. Coughing and sputtering, he struggled for breath. "What?" he gasped, once he managed to swallow. "What do you want to know that for?" Still struggling to breathe normally, he narrowed his eyes at Al in what he hoped was a threatening manner. "I mean, that's quite a personal question."

Al raised one eyebrow, a neat trick Scorpius should recognize - Al had learned it from him. "I know it’s a personal question...but we're best mates! And you never talk about liking or wanting anyone, so I just wondered who you thought about." He shrugged. "You don't HAVE to answer."

Scorpius sighed. "Yes, we are best mates. Of course we are. Just... Would you really want to know? Wouldn't that kind of be, to quote Lily, 'too much information?'" He fervently hoped that he could get Al off the subject entirely. "And just because I don't talk about people all the time... Well, I'm a private person, alright? If there's ever something to tell you, I'll tell you." He hoped that would pacify Al. He grabbed an apple and took a large bite to try to stem his nervous babbling.

Al sighed and took a bite of his brownie. "There should be something to tell me NOW, cause you're obviously fantasizing about SOMEONE hot, and I just...I'm curious." And I wish it was me you thought of and got all flushed and hot over, he thought, and heaved another sigh. Trying to get information out of Scorp sometimes was like trying to get blood from a stone.

He wasn't exactly sure when he had started wanting Scorpius; he just knew it was some time between third year and forever. Before he even thought of sex and all its wonders, he knew he wanted this other boy. He couldn't tell anyone why, simply because he didn't know, himself. Al was not the type to ponder the wonders of the world too deeply - that was Scorp's job and he was ridiculously good at it. - but he had given this particular item some thought. And got nothing. He wasn't worried about being gay, particularly - he considered himself open to anything and everything. If pushed, he would call himself Scorpisexual...not that anyone asked. Well. LILY asked, but that was only because she was his sister and a nosy sot at that. Had to know everything - it drove him mental. He had long ago learned that an exasperated "don't you have ANYTHING better to do?" would be answered with a cheerful. "Nope."

Scorpius was lucky to be an only child. He really was.

He watched Scorpius chew and wished he could see inside that cool blond head of his.

Scorpius fervently wished that he knew a spell that would allow him to open a hole in the floor that he could gracefully disappear through. If he knew Albus, and he was pretty confident by this point that he did, he wasn't going to stop prying until he got an answer to his question. The urge to say, 'You. I was thinking about sucking your cock and then bending over and begging you to fuck me up the ass,' was strong for a moment. But only for a moment. Then it passed, leaving Scorpius shivering in its wake.

He wanted to tell Al. Desperately. Because the romantic side of him hoped that there was a tiny chance that Al would cry, 'Oh, thank Merlin, because I'm in love with you as well and I would like nothing more than to shag you!' and leap on him. However, Scorpius didn't hold out much hope of that, and the fear of rejection was just too strong. He would be lost without Al. Albus Potter was the one bright, shining light in Scorpius's life.

Al was everything that Scorpius was not: Brave, strong, funny, popular, athletic, adventurous. Without Albus, there would be no one to pull Scorpius out of the library on sunny days and make him sit in the sun until his nose burned, doing nothing more strenuous than daydreaming. Without Albus, there would be no one to drag Scorpius to the raucous parties in the Slytherin dorm that Scorpius professed to hate (though secretly enjoyed). Without Albus, there would be no stolen Firewhiskey to experiment with, no marathon (and increasingly raunchy) games of Truth or Dare, no warm hugs after Quiddich matches, and no casual arm slug over his shoulder as they walked to class. Without Albus, Scorpius would have no one at all.

And that thought terrified him. So he swallowed his mouthful of apple and shrugged. "I suppose I was just thinking about, you know... shagging. I wasn't thinking about anyone in particular, I swear. Just kind of random images... Like um..." He coughed a bit, but he knew he had to give Al something. "Like getting a blowjob. What that would be like, you know?" Scorpius gulped a little. "Do you think about stuff like that? Or do you think about someone... special?"

Al nodded thoughtfully. "I think about blowjobs a LOT...not gonna lie. I think it'd be brilliant, but...I can't really imagine anyone around here that I'd want doing it...or anyone I'd want to do it to."

He bit his lip, oblivious to the implications of what he'd just said...mostly because he was thinking of one very specific person he'd love to give one to and get one from and the fact that he was a dirty dirty liar. "And I think about shagging a lot too. Probably a lot more than I should. Like when I should be listening in History of Magic or something like that.

Scorpius chuckled. No one paid attention in History of Magic. He felt encouraged by the fact that Al didn't seem to have a crush on anyone in particular. "I think about shagging, too. But I try not to do it in class. It could get embarrassing, if you know what I mean." Scorpius shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Al's interruption had left him with a decidedly painful feeling.

"Shagging in class WOULD be embarrassing. I mean, the splinters from the desk alone." Al nodded wisely, then laughed aloud. He noted Scorpius shifting and looked at him, pained. "I'm sorry...I totally left you with blue balls. I'll REALLY leave now. Promise. And I will bar the door so you can get off in peace, ok?" He stood up. "Go to it with my blessing, mate. Hope she's hot!"

So saying he left the dorm, banging the door behind him.

Scorpius looked after Al, slightly stunned. Sometimes Albus's energy floored him. Although he did admit that it was considerate for Al to finally - thank Merlin - leave him in peace. Flopping back down, Scorpius massaged himself gingerly. He didn't feel up to wanking any longer, so he turned over and buried his face in the pillow. He was very grateful that he escaped that confrontation without Al dredging up too much personal information.

He thought about Albus saying that he wanted to get a blowjob and his cheeks heated when he thought how much he'd like to make Al's wish come true. Then suddenly he sat up with a jolt. "Holy fuck," he whispered into the darkness. Al had said he didn't have anyone in mind to give him a blowjob. But then he'd said, "or anyone I'd want to do it to." Anyone he'd want to give a blowjob to. Scorpius was a novice when it came to sexual matters, sure, but even he knew that one didn't use that term for going down on a girl. "Giving a blowjob" was exclusively something that you did to a male. Which meant...

Albus thought about having sex with other men? Scorpius raked his hands through his hair. He wasn't sure Al had even realized what he'd said. But he'd said it. Which meant he'd thought about it. Which might mean that he wasn't adverse to the idea. Scorpius grinned into the dark. He'd finally gotten that glimmer of hope that he'd been searching for since... practically forever. However, cunning plans were not his area of expertise. Usually, he'd ask Al, but that was out of the question. Who could he get to help him devise a plot to seduce Albus Potter?

He needed a Slytherin.

Al was completely unaware of what he'd said, which was pretty normal for him; he'd just thought about what he wanked to, and blurted it out. He didn't even think about whether or not it was a boy or girl because only one person had ever done anything for him; Scorpius. He felt kind of bad that he'd interrupted what seemed to be a good wank, but he wished Scorpius hadn't been so cryptic. Damn him anyway - reading Scorpius was like trying to crack a super secret spy code.

Ah well...he was near his dorm and could swear he smelled a card game and some alcohol; he grinned. He loved being a Slytherin.

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When Scorpius awoke from his fitful sleep, he knew what needed to be done. He needed someone that he could talk to. Someone who would be able to help him come up with a truly nefarious plot. And most importantly, someone that he had dirt on and could blackmail into keeping quiet.

Scorpius daydreamed through most of his classes, uncharacteristically distracted. He knew what he wanted to accomplish, but he needed help. Fortunately, shortly before supper, he managed to corral just the person he needed. He saw a flash of red hair and a long expanse of bare leg. "Lily! Hold on for a minute, will you?"

Lily Potter turned and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was. "Hello there handsome," she purred, leaning against the nearest post and posing. She enjoyed teasing him, knowing that none of her considerable charms meant a damn to Scorpius, who was in love with her brother. Even if he didn't realize she knew it. "What can I do for you today?"

Scorpius looked her up and down disinterestedly. "Honestly, Lily, you look like you're for sale. Keep your shirt on. I need your help." Scorpius attempted to make himself sound tough. Or at least tougher than usual. "And don't give me shite, or I swear I'll owl your mother and tell her that you smoke like a chimney and cut six inches off the bottom of all your skirts."

Lily snorted. "I am...to the highest bidder. And you're just being snarky cause even if you could tap this...." She looked down at herself approvingly "...you wouldn't know what to do with it. So don't be an ass. And go ahead and tell Mum...she'll think you're just being all Malfoy-y." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you still trying to find a way to get my big brother in bed? Or up against a wall? Or bent over a..."

"Lily Luna Potter!" Scorpius nearly shrieked and dragged Lily by the arm to a more secluded section of the hall. His heart was in his throat. Since he'd planned to confess anyway, he didn't see any use in denying it, but he was still stunned. "What do you know about it? Did Albus say something to you?"

She looked at him pityingly. "Scorpius Hyperion, you are the most transparent person on earth. You look at Al with this...longing. Like he was the appetizer, soup, salad, main course and dessert...and you hadn't eaten in weeks. For God's sakes, the only one who DOESN'T know is Al because frankly? Not too self-aware, is our Alby, bless his oblivious little heart. He wouldn't know you wanted him if you tied him down and drizzled his manly chest with hot fudge syrup and stood there with your tongue hanging out. He'd probably look up and say brightly "Are we having ice cream?"

Scorpius laughed a bit despite himself, but then he realized what she was saying. "Wait! Everyone knows? This cannot be happening..." Scorpius could feel the blush staining his pale cheeks and he cursed himself for looking weak in front of Lily. Shaking himself he said, "Never mind that. Fine. It's true, okay? I admit it. And he said... Something. Something that indicated that he might be interested in guys. But he also said that there was no one special. So I need to..." He cleared his throat nervously. "I need to make myself into someone special. Someone hot. And you know more than anyone I know about looking like you want to give it up. So will you help?"

Lily smirked; a very Albus-like smirk. "Well, darling, I'll take that as the compliment - left handed though it is. And I will say that yes, I am somewhat of an expert in that field." She surveyed him carefully. "You want to be made over into a sex god, do you? Hmmm. I can't deny you have basic raw potential, though you border a bit on geekdom, but we can change all that...but..." She raised her eyes to his. "You do what I say. Be prepared to become different and don't give me shit, and I will make sure my clueless brother finally gets some...clues, I should say. Agreed?" She held out a hand with meticulously painted long red nails for him to shake.

Scorpius looked at her proffered hand. "Do you think you can accomplish this feat by the Yule Ball? Albus seems to have this insane idea that he wants to go. I know it doesn't leave us much time, but I have faith in your abilities to make anything tarty." He took her hand solemnly. "I agree with your terms. Can you handle mine?" He held his breath, really not sure that he wanted to put himself in Lily's hands. (Who knew where they'd been, after all?) However, the thought of touching Albus. Kissing him. It was too tempting. He needed Lily.

"Thank you." It was a measure of Lily's supreme assuredness in her own talents that she didn't even blink at the time crunch created by Scorpius' desire to attend the Yule Ball with her brother. Rome was not built in a day, she reasoned, but hot men could be created in a month. "You do know that the prat can't dance, don't you? Only person worse at dancing than Alby, is Dad, who is truly, TRULY hopeless. But if you want to go to the ball, Cinderscorpius, then go to the ball you shall. Just consider me your fairy godmother in charge of hotness."

Scorpius had no clue what Lily was talking about, but that was typical of his interactions with Lily. "I trust you." His heart felt surprisingly light. He wondered if he should have tried unburdening himself years ago. Shaking his head a bit, he flashed her what he hoped passed for a cheeky grin. "And I could care less whether or not he can dance. I'm not interested in dancing with him. Plus, if you can do what I hope you can do, he's not going to want to stick around where other people are watching." He could feel his pulse racing with anticipation already. "So where do we start?"

She gave him a truly wicked grin. "I would say that first, we need to find your "look." Something that screams "fuck me on the Head Table you wanton slut!" look. I have magazines we can peruse. I'll meet you in the library tonight at 7 pm. Al has Quid practice, so he will be all spazzy in the Common Room with his wanker teammates and we should have narrowed it down to a couple possibles by the time he comes bouncing in to bore you senseless with details that you care nothing about. But better you than me. All right there?"

Scorpius took a deep breath. He was nervous, but determined. Then Lily's words sank in and he blushed. "On the Head Table? Really? Never mind. I'll be there at seven. And if you tell anyone about this, I swear I'll put you in a full body bind that you'll never be able to undo." Flashing her a grin as he started to walk away, he added, "You know, in a body bind, you can't spread your legs." He hurried around the corner before she could reply. He felt rather giddy. Now he just had to figure out how to keep Al in the dark until the Yule Ball.

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Lily was a touch early to the library so she could choose her favorite seat; one where she could see and preside over all. She sat down, crossed her legs (making sure they were on display to all and sundry) and opened her bag to pull out several Muggle fashion magazines. Wizard fashion mags were so BORING. She had already folded down several pages, discerning (correctly) that too much choice would just overwhelm Scorpius and freak him out. She didn't get a chance to make men over everyday, and damned if she was gonna let this one get away.

While she waited, she thought about her brother and Scorpius; it didn't surprise her that things had worked out this way - they'd been bloody glued at the hip since their first flying lesson. What did surprise her was that it had taken this long. Boys were ridiculous. But she did want Al to be happy, and Scorpius was a pretty decent sort, so if she could help...and manipulate - the two of them, well, so much the better.

Girls just gotta have fun.

It only took Scorpius a moment to find Lily when he got to the library. She'd deliberately chosen a table where they would be visible to literally everyone in the library. He marched over to her. "Lily, everyone can see us here! People are going to wonder what we're doing, you know. It's not like we're known to be friends or anything." A sudden, horrifying thought occurred to him. "What if they think I'm shagging you? I don't want people thinking I'm riding the town bicycle."

She waved his horror off. "For fuck's sake, Scorpius, you could only HOPE to ride this train. Nobody would believe you could have a piece of this. Calm down." She idly flicked through a few pages, watching his face. "Try to look normal, would you? That "OMG I just shit myself" look might turn Al on, but does nothing for me. So look," she continued in a businesslike way. "I think any of these four would work. What do you think? And remember...don't just freak. Look them over and consider carefully in that bright little Claw brain of yours."

Scorpius looked at the pictures. He dismissed the first out of hand. It was a rather nice, if preppy, look consisting of a jumper and tie that he thought would suit him just fine, but was too similar to his everyday wear. The next picture showed a very attractive model wearing a black Muggle suit with a white shirt underneath it, unbuttoned far too low for Scorpius's taste. It looked a bit tacky. He turned his nose up at it. He flipped to the next magazine and considered the picture carefully. Skinny jeans, a tight, striped t-shirt, cardigan sweater, and a scarf at the neck. The model was thin, like himself, and the ensemble was undeniably fashionable, but it didn't seem dramatic enough.

Unsure, he looked at the last example and his jaw dropped. The outfit was... gorgeous. Tight leather trousers hugged the model's long, thin legs and hung low on his narrow hips. His hipbones were displayed by the tight, too-short sleeveless shirt. He wore several silver necklaces of varying lengths and leather cuffs on both wrists. His eyes looked rather dark and smudgy and it gave him, in Scorpius's mind, a vaguely dangerous air. His hair was short and dark, but Scorpius figured that they could do something with his hair to suit the style.

He looked at Lily. "This one," he said firmly. "This is what I want to look like. Can you make it happen?"

She leaned over to see which one he'd picked, her boobs swinging dangerously close to him, like pendulums of doom. "Wow...good for you Scorpius...that look is hot. Frankly I thought you'd go a little more conservative, but good for you for getting your gay on." She tilted her head and looked at him consideringly. "I can make it happen. I'm assuming all is good except for the hair...you don't want to cut it that short do you?"

Scorpius touched his longish blonde hair lovingly. "No! Definitely not. But it could probably use some style to it. Right now I just pull it back or else it hangs there." His hair was one of Scorpius's only vanities. He knew he was skinny rather than muscular and his overall "look" was rather mousy. However, his hair, which was white-blonde, pin-straight, and long enough to brush his collarbone, was his pride and joy. His father occasionally teased him about having his grandfather's vanity when it came to hair, but nothing would have made Scorpius cut it. Even though he always just slicked it back into a tail so that it didn't hang in his face while he studied, he liked knowing that it was there.

"Can you do something to it without cutting it?" he asked Lily, a note of fear in his voice at her appraising look.

She snorted. "Yes, we can work with it; I just didn't know how committed you were to that exact depiction. So everything but the hair, which we will figure out." She tilted her head. "Can't imagine you without it anyway...you know how many potions people slap on their hair to TRY and get that color?"

Scorpius sniffed. He was not going to discuss the benefits of years of excellent breeding and genetics with someone whose hair was the same shade as an Irish setter. "Well... Good then. So how exactly are we going to procure this sort of clothing? I doubt they sell it in Hogsmeade. Do you have a plan?"

"Hogsmeade is hardly the fashion mecca some think it is," she said, sniffing. It was hard to tell whether she thought HE thought so or not. Which was totally intentional. "No, I will order from London - I will use my clothing allowance, which you will then reimburse me for...plus a small fee for making you look fabulous." She flipped her hair over her shoulder lazily. "Now, your sizes...write them down for me. And you ARE aware that those trousers will show EVERYTHING, are you not? And I do mean," her eyes flickered over him. "Everything. So do keep that in mind. You don't want a...stiff wind...to keep you from sitting down. Or appearing in public, that sort of thing."

Scorpius gulped. "The money is not an issue, I assure you." He scribbled his clothing sizes on a piece of parchment. "Here. And what sort of undergarments will I be needing for underneath these... revealing trousers?"

She gave him a pitying look. "Darling, you wear NOTHING under those trousers...it would spoil the line. Besides, why give Al more obstacles than you have to? You know he has the attention span of a skrewt." She studied the sizes. "You are a skinny thing, aren't you? Good God. Well, it works for the look, anyway." She slid the parchment into the magazine and closed it. "I will write away for this outfit tonight - it should arrive tomorrow afternoon or the day after. Tomorrow night, we will meet in my dorm and we'll sort out your hair then." She eyed him. "Something rather...loose, soft. Flippable, but not too flippable. Subtle, but not."

Scorpius looked at her, confused. What on Earth was she on about with the hair? Then her first comment sunk in. "Nothing? I wear nothing underneath them? I thought you said they showed everything... Oh." Scorpius hadn't ever given much thought to how his equipment stacked up, but he couldn't help wondering if he had the stones to pull this off. So to speak.

Lily sighed. Why were men clueless? Gay men were supposed to be smarter than this. Even incipient gay men. "They do. In other words, your cock is going to be on show, so to speak. Well...assuming you get a woody at some point, but hopefully by then, you and Alby will be alone or so pressed together that you don't care who sees what." She gathered her magazines together and slipped them into her bag. "Scorpius...I think it’s great that you want my brother. And I think you'll find that he's more receptive than you think." She stood up and smiled, then left, hair and skirt swinging in unison.

Scorpius looked after her, feeling like he'd just been hit by a truck. But then that was how he felt each time he interacted with Lily, so that was to be expected. He sighed and headed back to Ravenclaw Tower. He had homework to do after all. He hoped that Albus wouldn't show up tonight, or that he'd already been looking for him and given up. Now that Scorpius had decided once and for all that he was going to seduce his best mate, he wasn't sure if he could keep his feelings under wraps. He smiled to himself, though. He wished with all his heart that Lily would be right about Al. Lily had a habit of being right that was usually frustrating, but in this case, he was hoping that her instincts were good. He could use a break.

******

Al was being his usual highly annoying self when Lily returned to Slytherin, and she brushed him off like she always did; honestly, Al was like a Pekinese with attention deficit disorder. She did, however, find herself looking him over critically. Al was not bad looking; sloppier than anything else, just like their father. He wasn't overly tall, but sturdy and compact, with muscles aplenty...but not too overdone. He had their father's eyes, though his had some Weasley blue in them as well, rendering them more hazel than green in most lights. His hair had potential...IF he would do something with it...which of course, he didn't. All in all, he was the least gay-looking man she'd ever seen. In fact, he was rather resolutely butch-looking.

But she knew looks were deceiving; Al might look like a man's man but he had eyes only for one man and no women. Plenty of women had eyes for HIM...men too...but Al had only ever been fixated on one man...Scorpius Malfoy. Al had been hopelessly lusting over him for years, even if he didn't completely realize it himself. Lily had figured it out years ago and had just been waiting for Albus to figure it out.

Scorpius was equal parts relieved and disappointed when Al was nowhere to be found in Ravenclaw Tower. His head was buzzing from his discussion with Lily. He walked up to his room, and found it empty. His roommates must have still been studying. He flopped on the bed and cast a silencing charm. He slid his hand into his trousers. He had to make up for lost time. As he closed his eyes, he imagined walking into the Yule Ball, looking like a veritable sex god. Walking up to Albus and snogging him in front of everyone. He wrapped his hand around his cock. That would even be worth putting up with Lily for.

Lily made her way through the crowd of sweaty Quidditch players and sat down on a loveseat near the window, pulling out her magazines to study again. She was a little surprised that Scorpius had picked a Ziggy Stardust look, but hey, he could pull it off. If you had it, flaunt it, was Lily's motto. She idly wondered, as she looked over the trousers in the photo, if Scorpius had it to flaunt. Ah well...she'd know soon enough. As would the rest of Hogwarts.

A thump beside her and the smell of eau du changing room assaulted her nose, which she wrinkled. "Al, for fuck's sakes," she muttered, moving her stuff, "You have all the grace of a Hippogriff in heat."

Al was undeterred. "It’s the sweaty, musky scent of pure sex, sister."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Only if you're a Hippogriff in heat."

Al smirked and looked over her shoulder. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Hot men. Right up your alley." She swiftly tucked Scorpius' measurements away and gave Al a bland look, which he ignored. He took the magazine away from her and began flipping through it. "Huh...he's not bad looking...too girly....what the fuck is up with PINK? It’s not the new black, dammit...BLACK is the new black." He shook his head and continued paging through. "Why are these pages bent down?"

She thought quickly. "I'm doing a project on male fashion for Muggle Studies." God, she was good. No wonder her Dad always looked suspicious when she told him things.

"Oh." Al accepted that excuse without question and kept skimming through. Lily watched him, watched his eyes...and when he stopped at the photo Scorpius had chosen, he paused. "This is kind of cool."

"You think so? Its kind of...revealing, don't you think?" Shit, this was perfect.

"Yeah, but...on the right guy it would look...well, it would look hot." Al's cheeks were flushing a little and she wondered if he was envisioning anyone particular...say a thin blond Ravenclaw...in it. "Hmm..."

Al continued. "Like on me, it would look ridiculous." He kept paging, stopping finally at one section, featuring a very good-looking dark-haired boy who looked not a whole lot older than themselves. "You've gone back to that one a couple of times, Al...see something you like?"

He was definitely blushing now. "Well...yeah. But I was more wishing that ...well, that I looked that good."

Lily raised a brow high...now THIS was interesting. "He's pretty. You don't think you could look like that?"

He scoffed. "LOOK at me Lil...I mean, really."

"I AM looking at you, doofus. You are good looking, Al... If you worked at it a little, you could look very much like this." She watched him for another moment. "Is there a reason you would want to look like this? You usually could care less what you look like."

"Yeah...I know. But I was thinking..." He looked around and satisfied no one was listening, relayed the story of catching Scorpius wanking and their resulting conversation.

She listened carefully. "So you wonder who he was thinking of? Maybe he really WAS just thinking of someone random, like he said." Inside, she was cackling. Good God, this was perfect; she could not have planned this had she tried.

"Well, yeah...and..." He looked down. "I wish he'd been thinking of me. Wishing it was me." He looked up at her. "Do you think if I looked like this," he indicated the photo. "Do you think he might...want me?"

She pretended to consider. Two boys to make pretty. There was a God. "I think it's worth a shot. I mean, the Yule Ball IS coming up...we could make you over and you could spring your look on Scorpius that night. It would be amazing."

He looked down at the picture again and bit his lip. "You think?"

"I know. Want to do it? If nothing else, look how gorgeous you'll be...and if for some reason Scorpius is blind and/or stupid, you'll still look hot for someone else."

"I don't want anyone else. Only him." Al's voice was quiet.

Despite herself, Lily was touched. "You'll have him."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

On to Part Two

Tension

abusing_sarcasm — Thu, 26 Jul 2007 08:03:34 GMT

Hey Everyone!

This was inspired by stoney321 who's my new best friend (even though she doesn't know it).

Author: abusing_sarcasm aka Camden
Ship: Ron/Hermione
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 2500-ish
Warnings: Deathly Hallows spoilers to a mild degree.

“So what I was saying earlier, I think Harry’s picking up on the sexual tension, and he wanted to give us some time alone.
Ron gulped convulsively. “Sexual tension?!?” His voice sounded more like a squeak. “You think Harry sent us in here to shag?”

The tension that had permeated the tent since Ron’s return was at an all-time high. Harry wasn’t sure what to do about it. Why couldn’t it be someone who was good at inter-personal relationships stuck here with Ron and Hermione? He’d been mulling it over for a couple of days, and he thought that he knew what to do. He didn’t have much of an example of how real people in relationships handled their fights, but he’d seen plenty of movies and soaps about relationships, thanks to Aunt Petunia hogging the television all day. When evening came, he had his plan.

“Ron, Hermione,” he began, nervously, “I’m going to sleep in the small bedroom tonight. You two can have the larger room. I already moved your things, Hermione. Good night.” He scampered off into the bedroom before either of them could say anything.

*********

“What do you make of that? What does he need his own room for?” Ron asked.

“Don’t be thick, Ron. I think he wants us to spend some time… Um, alone.” She sounded less than composed.

“Why?” Ron asked, still not understanding.

Hermione rolled her eyes, and blushed at the same time, no easy feat. “I suppose he wants us to work out our differences.”

“We don’t have any differences,” he protested, “You’re mad at me because I left. But I said I was sorry and it was all that bloody locket’s fault.”

Hermione heaved a large sigh that made Ron feel about three years old. “Things have been kind of tense around here. I think it’s making Harry uncomfortable. It’s not just anger. It’s um… Well, it’s other kinds of tension, too.”

“What other kinds of tension?”

Hermione threw up her hands and stalked off into the larger bedroom. Ron followed, knowing that he was missing something obvious, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. If only he could get to his copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches without Hermione seeing it. Or if Fred or George were here, he could ask. Clueless, he entered the bedroom, half-expecting Hermione to throw something at him. Instead, she came towards him, a soft look on her face.

“Ron, I guess I’m not being fair. I don’t know exactly how you feel, and I’m assuming that you know how I feel when you can’t possibly, since I can’t see in your head, and you can’t see in my head, so I’m just going around like you should know, but it’s not really fair for me to ask that of you, so…” She trailed off, realizing she was babbling.

Ron finally thought he understood at least a portion of what was going on. “Hermione, I like you. I thought you knew that. I mean, I really like you. I…” He cleared his throat nervously. “I want you to be my girlfriend.” He knew his ears were flaming red, and he ducked his head a little.

“Me, too. I mean, I want to be your girlfriend.” Hermione sounded nervous, too.

Ron smiled a little. Understanding girls was turning out to be easier than he thought. “Good.”

“So what I was saying earlier, I think Harry’s picking up on the sexual tension, and he wanted to give us some time alone.”

Ron gulped convulsively. “Sexual tension?!?” His voice sounded more like a squeak. “You think Harry sent us in here to shag?”

“NO!” Now Hermione sounded panicked. “It doesn’t mean we have to sh--. I mean, do anything. Just resolve the whole dating issue. And maybe now that we did, we can stop acting so cross with each other.”

Ron wanted to point out that, locket incident notwithstanding, he hadn’t been cross at all, but he figured that he shouldn’t argue with her, especially when she was talking about shagging. Once he fully processed the idea, he felt the flush creep down his neck and across his chest. His blood seemed to be rapidly advancing downward. Not wanting to embarrass himself, he began to mentally list all of the Chudley Cannons players in alphabetical order.

“Ron, are you even listening to me?” Hermione sounded cross again.

“Yeah. I was thinking about… sexual tension.”

Hermione took a step back and looked apprehensive. “I didn’t mean…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ron closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. It wasn’t a great first kiss as kisses go, since he was afraid of being slapped and she was startled. He pulled back and waited for her reaction. To his shock, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

As they began to kiss again, Ron frantically tried to remember all the tips for good kisses that his book outlined. Soon, however, he couldn’t think of anything but the way her lips felt against his.

Any mental comparisons to Lavender Brown that he might have made flew out the window. This was nothing like Lavender’s messy mauling. Half the time, he thought she was paying more attention to who was watching them snog than Ron himself. Now there was no one watching, and Ron wouldn’t have wanted there to be. This wasn’t for attention or for the thrill of having a girlfriend, it was because they had genuine feelings for each other.

Ron was rapidly losing the battle to keep his blood in the upper regions of his body, so he broke away from Hermione to draw a steadying breath. Unable to help himself, he grinned at her. To his surprise, she returned the grin.

“So…” She began, ducking her head a little. “It’s late. Do you want to go to bed now?”

Ron sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at his hands. “Yeah, I guess so.” Disappointment was written all over his face.

Hermione smiled and took her wand out of her pocket. She pointed it at one of the small bunks and muttered something. The bed suddenly doubled in size. “Engorgement charm.” She explained.

Ron was starting to feel like someone had cast an engorgement charm on him, so he started trying to remember all of the goblin wars in order. When he looked up, Hermione had pulled a pink nightshirt out of her bag. She looked at him and, with her cheeks growing pink again, she said, “I don’t know what you wear to bed.”

It was such a simple statement, but the intimacy hit both of them. “Um. Usually just my shorts, but I can wear something else if you want.”

She shook her head quickly. “Oh, no, that’s fine. I mean, whatever you’re used to.”

Ron smiled at her and pulled his jumper over his head. Hermione suddenly developed a fascination with the ceiling. He couldn’t imagine what her problem was. She’d seen him without a shirt on plenty of times. Although the circumstances were different.

She started towards the door. “I’ll just go and change. In the lavatory. If you want, I mean.”

Ron felt a funny feeling in his stomach, like he had just pulled out of a loop on his broomstick. Sort of like he’d left his guts behind him somewhere. He didn’t plan on saying it, but it slipped out. “You don’t have to leave. I can turn around. Or not.”

If he thought she was blushing before, he’d underestimated her capacity to blush. He still felt queasy, but it was a decidedly good, low-down queasy that he thought he could get used to.

“Okay,” she said in a rather small voice. Without asking him to turn around, she began unbuttoning her blouse. He watched her openly. After all, they could die at any point. He might never have another chance to see Hermione take off her shirt. She didn’t look at him, rather she watched her fingers undo the buttons as if she might forget how to perform the simple act.

She shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He’d heard about women taking their clothes off for men in an erotic fashion, with dancing and shimmying and such, but he couldn’t imagine anything more erotic than the sight of Hermione Granger in her bra, dropping her shirt to the floor instead of neatly folding it.

Not wanting to miss anything, Ron quickly shucked off his trainers and socks, and standing, stripped off his jeans. Sitting back on the bed, in case anything engorged again, he watched Hermione.

She raised her eyes to his and smiled shyly. Toeing off her shoes, she undid the button on her jeans. “Ron, I feel rather silly doing this,” she admitted.

“Why? I’m practically naked over here. Besides, you look bloody gorgeous doing that.” It was apparently the right response, since she returned to removing her pants. He’d seen her in a bathing suit before, summers at the Burrow, but this was completely different. He noticed the shape of her calves and thighs in a whole new way. He loved the way her stomach was smooth and flat, but without any noticeable muscles. He admired her breasts openly, rather than furtively.

She looked like she was having an internal debate, and finally reaching a conclusion, she turned around. As he admired the fine view of her shapely backside, she reached up behind her back with both hands and unhooked her bra. He didn’t even mind that she’d turned around, since seeing how girls accomplished that task was both enlightening and incredibly arousing.

She reached out to grab her nightgown, but before she could move to put it on, he said, “Wait.” It came out in a harsh whisper. She stilled, and he rose off the bed and came to stand behind her. He couldn’t resist the velvety skin of her back, and he brushed his hand from her shoulder to the waistband of her panties. She shivered and gooseflesh broke out over her back.

Everything he’d learned from his book and from his brothers flew from his mind. He couldn’t think to do anything expect what he wanted. He put his hand on her arm and gently turned her to face him. He gazed into her eyes and kissed her. She wound her arms around his waist, so that her naked breasts pressed against his bare chest. He groaned into her mouth and pulled back, unable to wait any longer.

He looked down at her breasts and drew in a breath. He didn’t have any basis for comparison, but she was magnificent. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, hushed and reverent. He lowered his mouth back to hers and gently cupped one of her breasts in his hand. She moaned and threw her head back. He smiled a little, and kissed her exposed throat. She was making little gasps, and he began to caress her with both hands.

Amazed that she was letting him do these things, he explored her soft skin. She brought her chin back down so that he could kiss her lips again. “Let’s get into bed,” he whispered to her. She looked at him a little fearfully. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But I’m tired of standing up. I’m getting a little stiff.” He grinned at her in a boyish fashion.

He didn’t know if she’d get his double entendre, but she took a step back and looked down. “I can see that,” she said, wryly.

He let her look at him, unashamedly hard now. Now was past the time for shyness. He gestured for her to climb into the bed, and he slid in behind her, conscious of placing himself between her and the door.

When he was next to her, she rolled on her side, trailing her hand lazily over his chest. To his amazement, she began moving her hand lower until she wrapped her hand around his hardness. He made what he suspected was a very unmanly moan.

She peeped up at him from underneath her lashes. “Can I… See?”

He moaned again, which she seemed to take as a yes, since she pulled his shorts down. “Oh, my,” she said breathily, but didn’t return to touching him.

“Hermione, are you trying to kill me?” It was an honest question.

She laughed a little and grabbed him again, and the sensation of her hand on his bare flesh nearly sent him over the edge. “Don’t laugh, Ron. I’ll kill you if you laugh, I swear. But I don’t know what to do.”

He almost did laugh, but only at her threat. He grabbed the Deluminator from the bedside table and shut off the lights. It was easier in the dark. He could wrap his hand around hers and show her what to do. How to make him moan some more, and how to make him climax embarrassingly quickly.

She didn’t seem to notice the haste. A few whispered cleaning charms, and she rolled over, away from him. Thanks to his brothers and his reading material, he knew a bit more about what to do than she did. He rolled her back over and started to snog her again.

He moved his hand with agonizing slowness over her breasts and her stomach until he reached her panties. He slipped his hand inside and she bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. He grinned in the darkness and began to experiment. Touching a girl intimately was completely different from hearing about it. He loved moving his fingers around, finding what made her gasp and what made her hips thrust. She was soon writhing beneath him, and suddenly she gave a small cry and her entire body seemed to tense up and quiver, and then relax bonelessly.

“Oh my God,” she whispered into his face. They both lay quietly, thinking about the feelings of their own pleasure, and of giving the same pleasure to each other. Ron was hard again from touching her, but he knew it would be uncouth to do anything about it.

Hermione seemed like she was slipping into sleep; her breathing was slowing and becoming deeper. He rolled her onto her side and curled around her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. She murmured a little and then quieted again.

Ron lay awake for a while, marveling at what had just happened. He was pretty sure that facing Voldemort would now be anti-climactic.

*********

The next morning, Ron left Hermione sleeping in the bed, and hurriedly got dressed. He wanted to try his hand at making some coffee before she woke up. When he entered the living area, he saw Harry sitting at the table, fresh coffee in the pot.

“Harry, you’re a saint.”

“You mean for the coffee, or for your loss of innocence?” Harry asked, dryly.

Ron grinned at him. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” he said, primly, mimicking Percy quite effectively. “However, I’m still reasonably innocent.”

“Are you? Really?” Harry seemed to be enjoying himself now.

“Yes, I am. Hermione would kill me if I let you think we shagged when we didn’t.” Ron said, unable to lie to his best friend.

“So all my scheming was for nothing?”

“Oh, definitely not for nothing. For something.” He heard stirring in the other room. “Some things that I’ll tell you later,” he hissed under his breath, and went to bring Hermione a cup of coffee.

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Perception of Reality

abusing_sarcasm — Tue, 30 Jan 2007 08:47:17 GMT

Hi everyone! I've been having an insomnia kind of a night, so I decided to write a little something. Just an idea that's been kicking around in my head for a while, which started as kind of a voyeurism kink, but ended up not really being about that at all. Or something... It's late and I suck at explaining things. :-p

Perception of Reality
Rated M for Mature
S/X of course

Perception of Reality by Camden

He’s sick of it. Completely, totally, utterly sick. Spike is driving him completely insane. He can’t even hang out in his own basement anymore, because Spike is always there. He never has anything to do, so he just sits around making inappropriate comments all day long. Lately, he’s started making remarks of a… sexual nature. And the bitch of it is that it’s making Xander hot.

A month ago, he never would have considered Spike that way. Hello, evil! Not that he’s never thought about guys. Although he’d never own up to it, even under torture. They could stick flaming bamboo under his fingernails, and he’d still never admit anything. Especially not the fact that Spike’s little innuendoes have started getting to him.

As he opens the door to the basement, he automatically looks around for Spike. Seeing that he’s alone, he walks over and pulls out the sofa bed. It’s late, and he has no intention of doing anything but going to sleep. He shucks off his uniform and sits on the edge of the bed to pull off his socks. Dressed only in boxers, he slides under the blanket and listens to the silence.

Inevitably, he starts thinking about Spike. Earlier, before he’d left, Spike had been messing with him again. Making snide comments about Anya, and how Xander could do better. Someone else could better serve his “special” needs, Spike had said. He’d said that Anya isn’t really Xander’s “type” at all.

Xander thinks about this. More and more he’s becoming convinced that Anya isn’t his type. He’s starting to suspect that his type has a penis. And a sexy black coat. And a slight sun allergy.

Groaning, he flings his arm over his face. Damn Spike. He might have been able to ignore these little niggling doubts about his preferences if Spike hadn’t started screwing with him. He quickly realizes that thinking about Spike and screwing together is rapidly making him hard.

He wonders how much time he has before Spike gets back from wherever he is. He figures that it’s enough, and he reaches into his boxers and wraps his hand around his dick. It’s extremely hard, and his hand feels good. He begins to stroke. And fantasize.

Forbidden images begin to spin through his fevered mind. Spike naked. Xander on his knees in front of naked Spike. Spike’s hands on his head, encouraging him onward. He groans and begins to stroke harder. He imagines bending over, while Spike’s talented tongue works over his asshole and down to his balls.

He’s panting hard now. He grabs his t-shirt and shoots his load into it. He lies back, breathing hard, letting the t-shirt fall over the side of the bed. He rolls onto his side, ready to go to sleep, when he hears a voice.

“Why, Xander. That was very entertaining.” Suddenly, Spike is standing beside the bed, wearing back jeans and a black t-shirt. His feet are bare. He obviously didn’t just come from outside.

Xander’s heart begins to pound. He sits up, blinking, as if Spike might be an illusion. “When the hell did you get here?”

“Been here the whole time. Was sittin’ on the steps over there behind your classy little bead curtain.”

“Why the hell were you hiding?”

“Wasn’t hiding. That’s where I like to sit and have a fag. But I got lucky tonight, didn’t I? Caught the whole show. I give it two thumbs up.” Spike puts both thumbs in the air, grinning like an idiot.

Xander can feel the heat in his face, and he’s sure he’s as red as Willow used to get during class presentations. “Shut up, asshole. Men have needs. Get over it. You could’ve said something instead of listening to me like some kind of pervert.” He points at Spike accusingly. “That’s it! You’re a big perv. A voyeur!”

“A voyeur? Me? I was an innocent bystander. You’re the one who gets off on wanking in front of other people. I’m not the one with the kink. You’re an exhibitionist.”

“I didn’t know you were there!” Xander fairly shrieks. “Spying on me, you weirdo.”

“Probably made it better for you. It’s not like I don’t know that you were thinking of me the whole time.”

Xander’s mouth drops open. He racks his brain, trying to think if he could have moaned Spike’s name or something else damning.

“Ha! I knew it! What were you thinking about doing to me?” He walks closer. He spreads his hand over his fly in a way that makes Xander a little nervous. Spike runs his tongue along the edge of his teeth, looking a little predatory. And a little sensuous, too. “Were you thinking about my cock, hmm? Pretending it was mine you were stroking?” He runs his hand down the front of his jeans, caressing himself. His pants are tight enough that Xander can see that he’s hard.

The idea that Spike is getting off on this is at once terrifying and highly arousing. Xander’s caught in the brink between wanting to run away and wanting to jump Spike’s bones. He’s also pretty sure that he knows which option he wants more. It’s hard to take the first step. And it’s not just the orientation thing. It’s the vampire thing. The Spike thing.

Spike is someone that Xander has feared and envied. Hated and lusted after. Wanted to kill and wanted to fuck. All of those things in fairly equal amounts since their first meeting. Spike is dangerous. Not just the fangs, either. But he’s not sure that he cares anymore.

As Xander’s mind is churning away, Spike moves his finger – just one finger – and pops the first button on his jeans. Xander can feel a trickle of sweat run down between his shoulder blades. Another crook of Spike’s finger and another button is free. Spike runs his hand up his stomach, skimming the t-shirt along with his hand. He’s showing off.

Xander doesn’t care, though. He drinks in the perfectly sculpted muscles of Spike’s stomach, and the line of whiskey-dark hair running down past that second open button. Xander realizes what Spike is doing. He’s pushing. Waiting to see how far he can go before Xander calls this whole thing off. He could do that. He could tell Spike to go away and leave him alone.

But he’s already basically admitted to Spike that he was thinking about him while he jacked off. His cards are on the table. He decides to call Spike’s bluff. Worst case scenario, Spike will call him a poof and try to use this as ammo later. But on the other hand, this could be a revelation.

Xander hasn’t gotten enough good things in his life. A luckier man might not be willing to take the risk, but Xander is. He reaches out and hooks the next button of Spike’s jeans and pops it free. Spike inhales a little, and drops his shirt back down. He looks at Xander questioningly.

Xander smiles a little, and frees the next button. He pushes the jeans down and out of the way. Spike’s cock is right in front of him, and it’s rock-hard. Xander doesn’t even hesitate. He wraps his hand around it and squeezes.

“Oh fuck.” Spike moans a bit. “I didn’t think you’d really… Oh, god, just like that.”

There isn’t any going back, but Xander isn’t worried. He’s too busy to worry about later. He has several things on his to-do list. He glances up at Spike. He’s looking down at Xander, his eyes smoldering. Xander grins up at him. Just like in his fantasy, he slides off the bed and kneels down in front of Spike.

He licks up and down the length of Spike’s cock, and then opens his mouth to take him inside. Spike’s hands are in Xander’s hair now, guiding and caressing his head, but it’s nothing like Xander’s fantasy.

It’s a million times better.

S/X PWP

abusing_sarcasm — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 19:57:37 GMT

This is actually an older piece, but I like it because it's incredibly dirty. I went to a porny, porny place for this one, folks. Hope you enjoy as much as I do! :-)

*kisses*
Camden

Clean and Dirty by Camden (abusng_sarcasm)

Slowly, almost dreamily, Xander approaches the bathroom door. He knows that Spike is showering, and he knows it’s wrong to invade the other man’s privacy, but he doesn’t care. ‘He’s a vampire.’ Xander mutters. ‘He doesn’t deserve human courtesy.’ He cracks the door open and hot steam and smells of manly shampoo assail his nose. His own shampoo. Somehow the scent seems different when associated with another person. He steps ever closer to the shower, barely able to see the male form behind the frosted shower curtain.

He shakes his head, breaking his reverie. ‘Think of Anya.’ He scolds himself, but his mind won’t cooperate. His brain draws him back to the shower scene.

He can make out the pale skin, the lighter hair. When the man turns, Xander can see the darker patch of pubic hair, and his already hard cock throbs. Suddenly, the silence is broken. “I know you’re there Pet. I can hear you breathing.” Xander gasps a little, but he had expected the words. Knowing that Spike would know he’s in the bathroom is half the thrill.

“Pet, if you want to join me, you can. But you know what’s going to happen. You’ve wanted it to happen for months. Years probably.” Xander’s heart thuds. His breathing quickens, but he doesn’t speak. He wordlessly moves to the medicine cabinet. “I know that you want me. You don’t have to lie. Come here and I’ll give you what you want. You don’t have to be shy with me.”

Xander fidgets with the hem of his t-shirt. This IS what he’s been wanting. He turns slowly and his breath catches as he sees Spike before him. He’s pulled the curtain away and is stroking his cock. It’s big, and so very hard. He’s breathing, though he doesn’t need to, and his hand is moving in a leisurely fashion, as if he’s got all the time in the world. Which he does, essentially.

All the time in the world in which to fuck Xander. This thought makes Xander breathe a little more raggedly, and he whisks his shirt over his head. Spike makes a little moan, and Xander crows inwardly. He reached back to the medicine cabinet and removes a tube of lube. He puts it in Spike’s hand and pushes his sweatpants off of his hips. He steps in the shower behind Spike, and forces the smaller man to step back.

Xander looks at the body before him, and he knows what he wants to do. He drops to his knees, the ceramic tiles of the shower floor press against his knees, but all Xander can focus on is the cock in front of his face. He grabs it in his hand experimentally, and looks up at Spike. He lowers his lashes coquettishly and peers up at Spike. “You know I’ve never done this before.” He admits, his first words since entering the bathroom.

Spike groans, and it’s a beautiful sound. “Always wanted to be your first, Pet. Now get on with it before I come in your hand.” The words make Xander ache to please this beautiful man. He runs his hand down silky wet abs and feels every single bump. Does this guy have an ounce of fat? He slides slippery fingers down over protruding hipbones and onto taut and lightly furred thighs. Spike makes another delicious moan.

Xander smiles a little to himself, and reaches his mouth toward the heavy cock in front of him. He holds his hand around the base and licks the head experimentally with the very tip of his tongue. Spike hisses and his dick makes a little jump in Xander’s hand. It’s altogether too exciting, and to stifle his own moan, he wraps his lips around Spike’s cock and slides it into his mouth. Spike makes another lovely noise and crushes Xander’s now wet hair in both hands and wraps the silky strands around his fingers, kneading Xander’s scalp.

Xander begins to get into his role as cocksucker and tries some tricks. He rolls his tongue around the head, and uses his hand to stroke the base of Spike’s shaft while he pushes as much of the length into his mouth as he can take. He moves his other hand down to cup Spike’s balls and rotates them a bit in his hand. Spike throws his head back and cries out, fingers twisting the longish hair he still holds.

“God, Pet! I’m gonna…” He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, because Xander doesn’t want to stop. Doesn’t want to turn his head away, or reach for a Kleenex. He wants to swallow Spike’s come and lick his lips when he’s done. He begins to suck harder, using all his strength to make a powerful suction. He twists both hands in opposite directions on Spike’s erection, sucking at the head. Spike moans louder, and Xander reaches his hand back and runs it over Spike’s small, tight hole. That touch is enough to send Spike over the edge.

He grabs Xander’s head and thrusts his cock into Xander’s mouth hard. Xander doesn’t squirm away, but welcomes the hard thrusting and the jets of liquid that hit the back of his throat a second later. He swallows frantically, not wanting to lose a drop. The taste is like his own, but indisputably different, and it makes his cock throb.

Spike’s hands are on him now, pulling him to stand. Spike wraps his arms around Xander and curves his hands around to cup Xander’s ass. He pushes his softening cock against Xander’s raging hard-on, and the contact makes Xander suck air in through clenched teeth. Spike pushes his tongue against Xander’s mouth and Xander eagerly parts his lips to let the contact come. He reaches his hand up to cup Spike’s cheek, and he traces the sharp cheekbone with his thumb.

He pulls back a bit and looks into Spike’s eyes. They’re so sparkling blue and full of passion, danger, sex. Xander can barely appreciate the view before Spike’s lips are on his again. ‘Has there ever been anyone who kisses so well?’ Xander thinks erratically before he loses his capacity for thought again. Spike’s hand is on Xander’s cock and it feels amazing. Better than anything he’s felt before.

“Luv, what do you want now?” Spike asks teasingly. Xander glances down and sees that Spike is hard again. Xander seems to have lost the ability to breathe, but he knows what he wants.

“God, Spike. I want you to fuck me. Please will you fuck me?” He curses himself at how needy he sounds, but Spike’s eyes darken with lust. “Are you sure? You haven’t before?” He asks, solicitously. Xander runs his index finger across Spike’s full lower lip. At this moment, he’d do anything to remain in this perfect creature’s presence.

“Yes, god. Just… Go slow, okay?” Spike smiles at him, and gently turns Xander’s shoulders so he’s facing the shower wall. “Grab the towel bar.” Spike instructs softly. Xander complies, and he feels hands on his ass, spreading the cheeks apart. Something soft tickles his hole, and he glances behind him to see Spike on his knees with his tongue on Xander’s ass. Xander moans loudly and grips the towel bar. Spike tortures him with his tongue until Xander’s knees are literally weak. Just when he thinks he can’t stand any longer, Spike rises up behind him.

He pushes Xander’s back a bit and whispers, “Bend over a bit more, luv.” Xander eagerly complies. Xander feels the water hitting his back, and running down between his spread legs. Spike pushes two lubed fingers against Xander’s hole, and Xander jumps a little. “Shhhh. Relax.” Spike’s voice is soothing, and Xander pushes into Spike’s touch. The lube and the water and the excitement make everything simple. Spike’s finger breaches Xander’s opening and Xander groans loudly. This isn’t anything he and Anya haven’t done and he wants more. He pushes back on Spike’s finger impatiently. Spike smiles against Xander’s back and drops kisses on his shoulder blades.

Spike holds his cock steady and pushes it against the tight opening. Xander gasps and spreads his legs further apart. Spike’s firm erection slips past the barrier with little problem. Spike holds still for a moment, letting Xander get used to the feeling. Xander can’t wait any longer and he pushes back against Spike’s cock, forcing it deep into his ass. He cries out, but Spike’s hands on his back soothe him. They begin by rocking together, Xander clinging tightly to the towel bar. It isn’t too long before Spike is fucking Xander with abandon.

It’s over far too quickly. Xander reaches a breaking point and Spike senses it. He reaches around and grabs Xander’s cock, and jerks it several times rapidly. Xander shoots his load all over the tiled shower wall, and the rhythmic clenching of his muscles causes Spike to finish with a grunt.

Doing something for the first time inevitably causes mushy feelings to develop, so Xander doesn’t plan to say, “Stay here with me tonight.” But he does. And Spike does. And they take another shower.

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