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[romeo_remy]

Smexy smexy boys.The day was blazing hot sunshine, one of the warmest on record, and London was absolutely sweltering as Matthieu headed through Soho, his feet leading him in the direction of, of course, Remy and Dannys beautiful ultra-modern flat. Matthieu was in that perilous summer between sixth and seventh year, a strapping lad of sixteen now

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[christianish]

Danny yelped, springing away from Remy and grabbing for clothing. "Matthieu!" He sounded incredibly breathless. "Matt! Oh! Dear. Um! I didn't know you -- were coming into town -- oh DEAR."

[romeo_remy]

Remy turned sharp as he heard the sound of his brothers voice, eyes wide, lips swollen from frantic kissing. He started to speak, to take a step towards his little sibling, but realised, just in time that his boxers were...well. It was what was inside his boxers that mattered, and THAT was doing a fine job of being noticed right about now. He made, instead, an embarrassed sort of trying-to-laugh-it-off shrug and rubbed at the back of his head.

"Hey. Matt. Um. Wow. This is uncomfortable."

Matthieu was already half out the door and glanced back at Danny, looking awkward.

"I'll...come back? In an hour? Or. Something. Or maybe never? Yeah. Yeah that sounds good. Coffee? I'll go get coffee. Coffee! Down the road. Okay. Yeah." He signalled aimlessly down the hall, not quite sure where to look. Not down. That was for sure. On the face. Look at the face. The face.

[christianish]

"No! No!" Danny yelped, by now already fully dressed and running his hands frantically through his hair. "I'll make something for you! Just, get your things and we'll -- I'll make up the bed, yes, the spare one --"

The redhead broke off and ran down the hall, finding sheets and dragging them over the bed and trying, most desperately, to forget about what had just happened.

[romeo_remy]

"Go...make yourself some lunch." Remy told Matthieu in a quiet murmur and pushed him gently towards the kitchen. "I'll see to him."

Following the sounds of a frantic, panicking Danny, Remy moved through to the spare room and took hold of his lover, rubbing his arms. "Hey. Calm down. Matt's in the kitchen now, having a cup of tea. He doesn't mind, really. You okay?"

[christianish]

"NO!" Danny tossed a pillow onto the bed. "No I'm not! How EMBARRASSING! Totally and fully embarrassing and oh, now he's seen my arm -- hasn't he seen it? how awful, darling this is dreadful..."

He continued on in a tirade of frantic, quick words about how horrid it was and how scarred for life Matthieu was sure to be, all the while cleaning up the room and making the bed. Danny, when frantic, was a woman.

[romeo_remy]

"Shush. Shush shush shush." Remy told him, sitting on the nicely made bed and pulling his legs up underneath him as he watched Danny muddle around, picking up and fluffing and arranging amid a flurry of phrases about how dreadful it was, how awful, how horrible.

"Dan, I'm sure he didn't see your arm-" Remy was interrupted by another panicking frenzy of Danny Worry and sighed, riding it out until the other man had settled slightly.

"He wouldn't have been looking at your arm, love. Chances are, he was looking at where my hand was. C'mere. Come here and give me a hug. It's fine. Really."

[christianish]

"Now your brother thinks we're perverts who shag like bunnies," Danny finished, sitting down on the bed finally. "Oh dear. How horrid." He hugged Remy, sighing and feeling Very Put Upon.

"Let's go talk to him, okay? I feel awful."

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"And?" Remy laughed. "We do shag like bunnies. Remember when he was in first year and asked who goes on top? He knows I'm a sex fiend. You've always been the precious innocent one!"

He smiled and kissed his lovers hair, squeezing him gently. "Okay. Just calm yourself down first. I'm sure he didn't see your Mark. Let's just not say anything. It'll be fine."

A soft cough interrupted them from the doorway, for the second time, and Matthieu looked, if possible, even more uncomfortable than ever before. He had, quite obviously, just heard every word Remy had said.

"I...came to say sorry." He rubbed at his neck, and looked pointedly at the floor. "Um. Sorry. For interrupting you." He bit his lip. Had Remy really just said Danny had a Mark? That didn't mean...no. It couldn't. It meant he had a tattoo. That was all. A tattoo. Yeah.

[christianish]

How long had Matthier been there? Danny slowly turned about, but the boy was looking at the floor.

Oh dear. Surely -- surely he'd heard.

Danny burst into tears.

[romeo_remy]

"Oh Christ almighty." Remy swore, pulling Danny against him and tugging the sobbing mans head down onto his shoulder. "Matt. You idiot. Come here."

Matthieu's face was a picture of worry, distraught at the trouble he'd caused, but he moved forward anyway, then sat on the hardwood floor as Remy motioned for him to do. The Gryffindor was cradling his lover and kissing his hair, murmuring words too soft for the younger boy to hear, but Matthieu didn't need to hear anything.

He watched as Remy took hold of Dannys left arms and moved it very gently forward, so Matthieu could see it, still whispering to his lover, telling him what he was doing. And there, black and writhing, the skull and snake, as Matthieu had feared.

"He had to." Remy told his little brother firmly, in a quiet voice. "He had to, and I still love him. I don't care, and neither should you."

[christianish]

Danny resisted Remy's efforts to show Matthieu his arm. In the end, however, Remy was stronger and won and Danny had finally quieted himself against the man's shoulder. As soon as Remy's sentence finished Danny jerked his arm away and pushed his sleeve back down.

The redhead got up, turning away. "I'm making dinner." His tone brooked no arguement -- he didn't want to see Matt's face.

[romeo_remy]

Remy nodded, and let the Ravenclaw go, watching as he left the room and headed towards the kitchen. He couldn't fix this. He couldn't do anything about it now, except hopefully make sure that Matthieus feelings towards Danny hadn't turned from admiration to revulsion.

"How...how long have you known?" Matthieu whispered, but Remy shook his head.
"It doesn't matter, and you shouldn't be asking. Matt." He leant forward, serious now. "I have to know you're not going to put Dan into a compromising position here. We need you to be silent on this. Okay? Not just quiet. I want you to forget what you saw. It doesn't matter. He doesn't belong to them. Got it?"

Matthieu made to say something, to defend what he saw as right, but Remy held up a hand, and shook his head. "No. No. I am not having you run your mouth off. I will Obliviate you if that's what it takes. Will you swear to me, swear it that you will never breathe a word of this to anyone? Anyone"I-" Matthieu looked pained, but after a moment, nodded. "I swear it

[christianish]

"I want you to Obliviate him," Danny said. His voice was harsh and deep and dark. "I want him not to be capable of recalling any of this. If you don't do it, I'll do it myself." His eyes were glassy and hard; this was one of the few times one could tell he had Death Eater potential, those times he usually hid from Remy.

"I can't risk him knowing, baby. I can't. It's bad enough you know."

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"Won't you trust him?" The question was irrelevant; Remy did not trust his own brother not to tell anybody. The Hufflepuff had seemed distressed by it all, and when he had sworn his silence, Remy had not believed him. He drew his wand and stood, coming up behind his lover and kissing his cheek.

"I had to show him. You understand, don't you? He had to see it."

[christianish]

"No, no I don't. You know why? It's my fucking arm and my goddamn reputation we're talking about." Danny slammed the cupboard shut. "You shouldn't have done. You really shouldn't have done."

With that, he set things on the table and stalked into their bedroom, slamming that door, too. Cat mewled pitifully from the hallways.

[romeo_remy]

"Fuck." Remy hissed, his hands on the counter, head hanging. Why did Matt have to turn up like this? Why did he fucking have to ruin it all like that? He called for his brother, and Matthieu came through, slowly, unsurely, green eyes wide