The Old Switcheroo - Part 2 of Twinsday Fun
Title: The Old Switcheroo - Part 2 of Twinsday Fun
Author: Byaghro
Word Count: 376
Pairing: Lorcan / Lysander
Warnings: These boys are brothers and this series will eventually be NC-17. Fair warning.
Rating: PG-13 (eventual NC-17)
Prompt: Spilled wine (I used the prompt poorly, mostly because this was written before the prompt came out - sorry sorry)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. (For purposes of this fic, all characters are considered to be 18 years of age or older.)
Author's Notes: (1) Beta’ed by dysonrules
(2) Crossposted to hpshagabro and hptwinsmut
By the time Lorcan got to his brother, Lysander was sprawled on the couch, surrounded by Weasley women. If his animated arm movements were anything to go by, he was regaling them with his latest club escapades. Victoire had to lean away several times to avoid a lap full of spilled wine.
“So then I said, ‘Any DJ who plays ‘I Want To Woo Woo Woop-Tee-Doo’ in a dance club should be taken out and Crucioed.’”
Lorcan suppressed a smirk; definitely club stories.
Lysander finally noticed his arrival and threw up a hand in greeting. “Hey, Lorcan, I was just telling the girls here about that awful DJ last week at Fling.”
“May I have a word with you?” Lorcan asked, ignoring his brother’s comment.
“Can it wait, I was just about…?”
“Lysander.” Lorcan’s tone immediately caught his twin’s attention, and while Lysander’s lip poked out in an instant pout, his eyes were suddenly dark and hungry.
“Forgive me, ladies,” he patted Rose’s knee fondly as he rose to his feet, “It seems my big brother needs me.”
“Big brother? But you’re twins. And with those hats you wear Lysander, you look like the taller of the two,” Victoire pointed out.
Lysander stretched and slung an arm around Lorcan’s shoulders, undoubtedly wrinkling his suit in the process. “Ah, but you see, Lorcan is exactly six minutes and three seconds older than me and he never lets me forget it.”
Rose leaned forward eagerly, her gaze on Lorcan. “Is that true?”
Lorcan pressed his lips together in a thin line that he hoped resembled a smile. “Completely.”
He glanced at Lysander’s arm, still gripping his expensive suit, and then at his grinning face. “If you’re quite finished?”
Lysander released Lorcan’s shoulder only to link their arms together, instead. “Toodles, girls,” he chirped with a jaunty wave.
Lorcan rolled his eyes and headed for the door with Lysander firmly in tow.
~~
Lorcan pulled Lysander into the first unlocked, unoccupied room he could find. Once they were both inside he cast a weak Locking Charm on the door.
Lysander raised a brow. "Aiming to get caught are we?"
"Not if you're quiet," Lorcan returned with a leer.
Lysander smirked and dropped to his knees. "Shouldn't I be telling you that?"
Author: Byaghro
Word Count: 376
Pairing: Lorcan / Lysander
Warnings: These boys are brothers and this series will eventually be NC-17. Fair warning.
Rating: PG-13 (eventual NC-17)
Prompt: Spilled wine (I used the prompt poorly, mostly because this was written before the prompt came out - sorry sorry)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. (For purposes of this fic, all characters are considered to be 18 years of age or older.)
Author's Notes: (1) Beta’ed by dysonrules
(2) Crossposted to hpshagabro and hptwinsmut
By the time Lorcan got to his brother, Lysander was sprawled on the couch, surrounded by Weasley women. If his animated arm movements were anything to go by, he was regaling them with his latest club escapades. Victoire had to lean away several times to avoid a lap full of spilled wine.
“So then I said, ‘Any DJ who plays ‘I Want To Woo Woo Woop-Tee-Doo’ in a dance club should be taken out and Crucioed.’”
Lorcan suppressed a smirk; definitely club stories.
Lysander finally noticed his arrival and threw up a hand in greeting. “Hey, Lorcan, I was just telling the girls here about that awful DJ last week at Fling.”
“May I have a word with you?” Lorcan asked, ignoring his brother’s comment.
“Can it wait, I was just about…?”
“Lysander.” Lorcan’s tone immediately caught his twin’s attention, and while Lysander’s lip poked out in an instant pout, his eyes were suddenly dark and hungry.
“Forgive me, ladies,” he patted Rose’s knee fondly as he rose to his feet, “It seems my big brother needs me.”
“Big brother? But you’re twins. And with those hats you wear Lysander, you look like the taller of the two,” Victoire pointed out.
Lysander stretched and slung an arm around Lorcan’s shoulders, undoubtedly wrinkling his suit in the process. “Ah, but you see, Lorcan is exactly six minutes and three seconds older than me and he never lets me forget it.”
Rose leaned forward eagerly, her gaze on Lorcan. “Is that true?”
Lorcan pressed his lips together in a thin line that he hoped resembled a smile. “Completely.”
He glanced at Lysander’s arm, still gripping his expensive suit, and then at his grinning face. “If you’re quite finished?”
Lysander released Lorcan’s shoulder only to link their arms together, instead. “Toodles, girls,” he chirped with a jaunty wave.
Lorcan rolled his eyes and headed for the door with Lysander firmly in tow.
~~
Lorcan pulled Lysander into the first unlocked, unoccupied room he could find. Once they were both inside he cast a weak Locking Charm on the door.
Lysander raised a brow. "Aiming to get caught are we?"
"Not if you're quiet," Lorcan returned with a leer.
Lysander smirked and dropped to his knees. "Shouldn't I be telling you that?"