FIC: Consequences [NC-17] - Part 2
When his dad asks what he wants for Christmas Al says he wants help with getting into a flat.
Mum looks surprised, “How are you going to pay for this flat, Al?”
“Well I was going to look for jobs tomorrow afternoon.” He says while pushing his mash around his plate. James is out with Clara again and Lily is visiting Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur for a few days of the holiday. Al almost cringes when he remembers the previous Christmas holiday and the crappy downward spiral after that time. Though his new lease on life causes him to push the thought away, focusing on the uncertain future.
Dad gives him a pleased look, “Would you like a recommendation for a job?”
He shrugs, “Dunno, never thought about what I was gonna do and now it’s all happening.” Al all but grunts, “I just want to make money.”
Dad and Mum both look exasperatedly at one another before Dad clears his throat awkwardly, saying, “Well I could get you into the academy if you’d like or Bill might have an opening in his department.”
“Which will get me more money?” He asks, placing his elbow on the table and cheek in the palm of his hand.
“The curse breaking, since you don’t have to complete three years of school first.” Dad says looking at him over the rim oh his glasses.
With an amused grin Al says, “Yeah fuck that, I don’t want to have to go to school only to work beneath my dad for the rest of my life.”
Harry and Ginny both laugh and agree. Dinner is far more pleasing after that.
The flat is on the upper east side of London, and has an amazing noodle shop just a block south. Al fell in love with it at seventeen and has continued to love the place all these years. Scorpius even finds it charming every time he brings Nero to see his father.
“Lovey!” Nero says bouncing up and down with his small hand clutching Scorpius’.
“Yes Nero?” Scorpius asks as they walk up three flights of steel steps to get to Al’s flat.
“I want a pony for my birthday.” Scorpius smiles indulgently at the soon to be five year old.
“Oh is that all?” He asks teasingly.
“No I also want a broom, and a slide for my swimming pool, OH and I want a race car!” He continues on, his childish voice loud and excited when they stop in front of Al’s door, number 7. Scorpius just rolls his eyes, patting his son’s dark curls affectionately. He reaches his hand up to knock on the door, but before he can it opens to reveal Albus who is looking rather frustrated. Scorpius tries not to become distracted by the strong muscles of Al’s bare tan chest.
Looking away from temptation Scorpius smiles up at Albus and asks, “Might we come in?”
Al’s face relaxes when his expressive green eyes fall on Nero who rushes inside the moment Al steps aside. There is a crashing sound from one of the rooms in the back and Scorpius calls out, “Nero be careful!”
“He’s alright.” Al says while jerking his head in the direction of the kitchen, “Would you like something to drink?”
Scorpius nods and follows. Al pulls down some cheap black mugs from the cabinets before he pours them some tea, which isn’t very good in Scorpius’ opinion but he drinks it silently like a proper guest should. Instead of commenting on the drink he asks after Al’s mood, “So what was that look for when you opened the door?”
Al sighs, sitting on one of the barstools at his breakfast nook, “Bleeding Paul can’t take a fucking hint.”
“Ah,” Scorpius says with a smile despite the fact his stomach knots at the mention of Albus’ bed partner, “What hint isn’t he getting?” Al pushes a tin of cheap biscuits towards him in silent offering Scorpius just says, “Can’t watching my figure.”
“As if you could get any smaller,” Al snorts, before his smile falls from his handsome face and another frustrated frown takes its place, “He doesn’t get that I am not a boyfriends kind of bloke.”
Scorpius nods empathetically, “One of those that wants a wedding band and a promise of forever huh?”
“Yeah he’s a Hale alright.” Al says, and though Scorpius knows it is supposed to be a joke the words sound just a bit more than bitter. Running a strong hand through his unruly hair Al sighs again, “I mean he’s a great bloke and all but when I think about settling down I just...”
“Can’t do it?” Scorpius asks.
“Yeah. But it’s more like I don’t want to do it.” He shoves a biscuit in his mouth, the crumbs sticking to his thin chapped lips give Scorpius a reason to envy. “Have you ever had this problem?” Al asks looking at Scorpius through his curly fringe. Scorpius’ fingers itch to stroke through the unruly strands but he refrains as he thinks about his answer.
Finally he settles answering with a question, “Have you known me to have a boyfriend, since you?”
With a roguish half smirk Al replies, “No, I imagine I ruined you for all others though.”
Scorpius squashes down the fluttering feeling of butterflies in his stomach while he drily responds, “God it must be a cold day in hell if you are blatantly flirting with me while not being drunk.”
Al laughs, “Yeah I must be out of my mind.”
Nero bursts into the room with a rather expensive, ancient looking bracelet, “Look Dad!”
Albus hops off his stool and rushes over, “Hey mate don’t get into the box in my room, okay?”
With an impish grin Nero says, “But that’s where all the cool stuff is!” He twirls around in fast circles before Al catches him and takes back the jewellery.
Laughing Albus says, “I know that but I’ve got to take all this cool stuff to work so that I can get a bit of dosh.”
“Will you buy me a pony, or a slide, oh or a race car for my birthday?” Nero bounces on his trainer covered feet excitedly waving his thin arms about as he does so.
Al just sighs and looks extremely tired at the show of energy, “Yeah but you have to stay out of my box or all you’ll get is a box of rocks and dirty socks.”
Wrinkling his nose Nero asks, “Whose dirty socks?”
With an evil glare Albus says, “Papa Harry’s.”
“EWWWW!” Nero runs off, “I’ma find Sasha!”
Scorpius looks at Albus in surprise, “Who is Sasha?”
“My new Crup.” He rolls the gold and diamond cuff between his hands as he answers.
Scorpius gives him a withering glare, “No wonder he is over here more than at home with me, you’ve got the upper hand.” With another of his evil smiles Al laughs.
Father stands off to the side of the pool with Harry, his face flushed from all the shots he’s taken. Scorpius sighs, every time it is the same old story; both old men trying to outdo the other in some sort of contest or another. He’s honestly surprised it’s taken them this long to get around to the liquor. By the looks of it both are rather unsteady on their feet. Ginny and Mother look bemusedly at their idiotic husbands who are too wrapped up in schoolboy antics to notice the fun of the party around them. Mother and Father bought a slide for the pool and Nero is having a great time flying down the damn thing. It makes Scorpius have a minor heart attack every time he sees the boy’s tan face disappear head first into the deep end of the aqua water. Al however is there to catch him, and also to teach Nero things that Scorpius would prefer he didn’t know how to do. Like the fancy dives that Albus is so fond of and the face first slide into the pool. A whole mess of ginger children swim with their equally amused parents and the few non family members are having a smashing time as far as Scorpius can tell. So he settles back into the roll of good host. Making the rounds while the birthday boy enjoys his friends and father. Not many are out of the water on this hot June day, but the few who are he talks to like Grandmum and Granddad Weasley. They sit under one of the large pool umbrellas watching and laughing as their many grandchildren show off for their viewing pleasure.
“Would you like something cold to drink?” Scorpius asks them with a genuine smile when he joins them under the umbrella.
Granddad looks over at where Father and Harry still sit doing shots of whiskey, and with a wink at Scorpius says, “I’ll have what their having.”
Grandmum just smacks him on the arm lightly saying, “Arthur Weasley if you start acting like those idiots I’ll have to send you home.” Turning her motherly smile on Scorpius she says, “I’ll go get some water for us dear, you sit and enjoy watching the birthday boy.”
“Grandmum.” Scorpius says firmly but kindly, “I am letting you enjoy the day so keep your bum in that chair while I fetch a pitcher of ice water and glasses.”
She blushes happily every time he calls her that and pats his hand with her wrinkling one. Lately she has done this more so than usual and sometimes she adds a hug for good measure. Scorpius thinks it’s because he lost his own grandmum not long ago. In honesty it hurts, but he has so many other loving family members that her absence is really only a dull ache on occasions such as these. Grandmum Weasley would blush with pride if he told her that, he just knows it.
When he returns with the water they both thank him before Grandmum calls out to Hugo, “You’d better watch Toby, he looks like he’s bout ready to toddle in.” Immediately Hugo is at the side of the pool, smiling up at his eighteen month old nephew. “If your father was here he’d get onto you for not watching more closely.” She says warningly.
Hugo just rolls his blue eyes as he helps Toby into the water after putting a buoyant charm on the boy. From the other side of the yard Rose watches and yells out her thanks to Hugo before she goes back to furiously arguing with some man on her compact. Most likely Toby’s father as the man is a complete loser and waste of space. In truth Scorpius feels like it is Karma biting her in the arse for all the horrible things she said about Al when he was being a deadbeat. With a fond smile he looks to where his ex is launching their son into the water causing the boy to squeal excitedly, begging to do it again when he comes up for air. He’s definitely come a long way.
He is arranging birthday presents under the bright tent that they pitched for the party when strong, cool wet arms circle his torso and lift him easily. Scorpius doesn’t have time to do anything but yell before the water is coming up around him and soaking him to the bone. When he surfaces he smacks Al on the arm, hard, “How dare you! This is my favourite pair of trunks.”
“They’re meant for the water if memory serves correct.” Al says with a smirk and a raised black brow. Scorpius isn’t immune to the flutter it causes to stir within him, and he is suddenly aware of Albus’ broad shoulders and Al’s arms that are still locked behind his slender back. Swallowing he gently pushes away from Albus when their son swims over with a radiant smile.
“You should have seen your face!” He makes a horrible rendition of a squeal while his wide grey eyes grow larger and his little tan hands smack against his cheeks as he makes a rather humorous face. Scorpius sniffs at Nero.
“I did not look that terrible.” Nero only laughs loudly in response before swimming away with a few of his older cousins.
There are too many presents for Scorpius to count but when they finally reach Al’s he knows that this will be the last and he will no longer be required to hold onto the heavy camera. Ginny offered to take the photos but he cannot allow her to work when she is there to enjoy her time with her grandson. Truthfully she’s spent her time berating her husband, much as Mother has been berating Father. He smiles when he glances over to where the two men sit drunkenly cowed from their wives icy glares. The two women smile and talk softly while they watch their entire world rip paper off of every parcel with glee.
Al’s present is the greatest of course, surpassing Mother’s and Father’s slide, Harry’s and Ginny’s broom and snitch set, and of course it surpasses Scorpius’ new wardrobe. A shiny metallic blue, Nero’s favourite colour, magical race car. Scorpius groans when Nero sees it and immediately begs to turn it on so that he might make circles in the grass, like the boy’s dad does when he rides his old motorbike. Albus just winks at him, and Clara, James’ fiancé, pats his back in sympathy as she giggles. Scorpius glares at her playfully. Lily bounces over to them and says, “Leave it to Al to show all of us up.” Her large breasts threatening to pop out of her tiny bikini with her movements.
“Lils put your tits away,” Scorpius says flicking one, “They’re obscene.”
With mock offense she makes a face and then laughing she teases, “You’re just jealous.”
Sniffing he says, “Not in the slightest.” Then looking at her barely concealed bum he adds, “Well I might be jealous of this part,” His palm connects with the firm rump making a loud sound. She giggles lewdly at the action causing him to roll his eyes affectionately.
When she bounds off towards Rose he looks back at Al who is looking at him with an odd yet unreadable expression. Scorpius gives him a smile and Al’s roguish half grin makes an appearance. He nearly curses out loud.
Al’s immediate family joins them for dinner after the party clears, and they enjoy fried fish and chips; Nero’s favourite, of course. Father looks at the food with distaste, picking at it politely when Nero looks up to make sure he is eating. Mother smiles and makes small talk with Ginny, Harry talks with Albus about his recent case and Al comments when he pauses. Lily keeps nattering to Scorpius’ immediate left about the triangle of boys she has who are all desperate for her attentions, “Honestly I don’t know which to pick.” Her dinner dress is only marginally better than the swimsuit she wore earlier in the day he notes.
Scorpius just hmms at her when he notices that she is expecting him to answer. When James clears his throat they all look at him expectantly. Scorpius for one is glad for the distraction.
With a wide grin at Nero James says, “To my favourite nephew, Happy Birthday.”
“I’m your only nephew Uncle James.” Nero says with a laugh. Going back to his chips as if they are infinitely more interesting than the man he sees on a fairly regular basis. Scorpius smiles at James apologetically, but he holds his hand up as if to say ‘don’t worry about it’.
“That you are,” He nods at the busy five year ol and taking Clara’s hand lovingly he says, “We’ve got an announcement, actually.”
Again they all wait expectantly.
“We’re going to have a baby.” James finally says, his face holding the pride that Al didn’t show when they first discovered Scorpius was pregnant. Sure it was different circumstances, and he doesn’t know why but Scorpius finds that the happiness he sees in James’ blue eyes makes him want to cry. Or throw something. Most specifically at his ex boyfriend who is looking at his brother with a wide smile.
Every one stands and moves to congratulate the couple, even Father goes and shakes James’ hand without hesitation. He even turns to Harry and civilly asks, “How about a drink to celebrate Potter?”
“You’re on.” Harry replies with a grin.
Immediately Mother and Ginny say, “Don’t start another drinking contest.” They all know the men won’t listen.
Albus hugs Clara and says he’s happy for them while Lily squeals and announces that in the morning she is going to start shopping. James walks to Scorpius and he gives the older man a hug saying, “Good for you Jamie.”
“Thank you Scorpius.” James says sincerely and it makes him feel ashamed for being angry and hurt moments before. Quickly he rushes to Clara, determined to be as supportive as possible.
Albus places Nero in the room he has at his place for the boy, and goes back into the living room where he sees Scorpius curled up in his favourite corner of the couch. Al smiles and steps closer, watching pale lashes flutter as Scorpius opens his grey eyes. “Hey,” He says looking up at Al sleepily.
Glancing at the clock he notes that it is rather late by Scorpius’ standards. Nine thirty being the latest his ex usually stays awake, unless he is out with the girls at the clubs. Sitting down next to him Al reaches out a hand and says, “Come here.”
It’s been a long time since Scorpius has curled against his body, but it feels as exquisite as it had all those years ago. Scorpius runs pale fingers along Al’s strong forearms and snuggles his back in closer to the chest behind him. With a contented sigh he speaks, “Remember the first time you held me?”
Al laughs, “How could I forget?” Tickling Scorpius’ slender sides he continues, “You were being such a girl when the storm started.”
Laughing from the dancing of Al’s fingers Scorpius wriggles away, “Was not!”
“Were so,” Al claims stopping his movements, “You said you didn’t want to go back to your dorms with Lily because you weren’t allowed in the girls dorms, and the boys would tease you if a first year girl stayed in your bed because you were scared.”
Smiling radiantly Scorpius leans his head against Al’s shoulder, his longish hair tickling Al’s throat as Scorpius speaks, “You were such a noble Slytherin.”
“Shut it.” Al says, with a mischievous chuckle adding, “I only did it cause I wanted in your pants.”
“Got in them two years later.” Scorpius says pinching his knee hard. Al smacks his hand playfully and glares as Scorpius smiles impishly, adding, “But you weren’t the first to get there.”
“Bloody McCormick.” Al says with a huff, feeling rather put out by the reminder of the idiot.
“If it’s any consolation he was a fucking terrible shag.” Soft fingers toy with the stubble on his square jaw and Albus’ nerves are set on fire from the movement.
“It’s not.” He responds, and then levelling his gaze with Scorpius’ continues, “But I’ll forgive you because you weren’t my first either.”
“I wasn’t even your second.” Scorpius snorts, settling himself back into a comfortable position as he looks at the old clock above Al’s mantle. The one Ginny found at an antique shop for him as a house warming present.
“You were my best.” Al whispers huskily, his lips playing with the shell of Scorpius’ ear boldly.
Moving his head away Scorpius turns to face him, an unsure look on his face. “Yeah well I’m sure you’ve had better since.” He stands before Al can say something they both regret. “I should get home, I remember you said that Brent might drop by later.” Scorpius looks at a spot on the hardwood floor, and Al wishes he would glance back at him. Before he can voice that thought Scorpius is gone through the Floo.
“Fuck.” Al swears flopping his head against the back of his couch. Already missing the familiar warmth that Scorpius provided.
On his way to bed he Floos Brent and not so kindly tells him to piss off.
“Where did we go wrong?” Al asks Mum and Dad while they watch Nero in the garden chasing angry fat gnomes the next afternoon.
Dad snaps his paper open, reading down the columns while Mum pours them more lemonade; neither speaking. With an irritated glance at his glass that has roses etched into the surface he elaborates, “Me and Scorpius I mean.”
They share a look, and he wonders if when he marries he’ll have that sort of silent communication. The Malfoys do as far as he can tell, as do his grandparents, and most of his aunts and uncles. Hell even Jamie has that sort of connection with Clara, lately Al is trying not to be jealous. However he is failing miserably.
“Well,” Mum finally starts at length, only to have Dad cut her off.
“It’d be that awful row you had with him.” He says giving Albus a look that is reminiscent of the one he got the night they found out about Nero. He swallows, suddenly a little afraid. “That’s where you went wrong son.”
Then remembering that the row had been a huge misunderstanding he says, “I was just mad because he was being such a bitch.”
Dad laughs, but the sound is very different from his usual jovial tone. “Not the row you guys had at school, the one you had a few days after we found out about the baby.” Al looks confused, and so Dad elaborates, “The one when you came home piss drunk and he was here talking happily with Lily and your mum.” Still the words jog no memory and so Dad says, “How about you follow me to the study?”
Mum waves to Nero, calling him over for a drink because his face has become rosy from the heat.
The swirling basin of memories was always off limits to the kids, so Al looks at it warily while Dad puts his wand to his head and draws out a silvery wisp of memory to add to the smoking waters of the others.
“Go on,” Dad nods when it is done.
“You coming?” Al asks with obvious nervousness.
“Seeing you like that once was enough.” The man says with a sad sigh. Patting his shoulder Dad walks towards the other end of his desk, leaving Al to have at it.
The living room is sparkling with the twinkling fairy lights, a testament to his mum’s desire to have everything sparkle during the winter hols. It is rather weird to watch a recorded time in his life that he doesn’t remember. Dad sits on the sofa reading through a case file while Mum and Lily sit on the floor with Scorpius showing him new purchases that they obviously bought for the bundle of joy. Scorpius looks tired but happy, not sad or hurt like Al always recalls from that time.
“I want you to name him something with an L for me.” Lily says in her obnoxious fourteen year old way, Scorpius just rolls his eyes as does Mum.
“Sure,” He says sarcastically. Mum laughs and from a flight above them James yells for the location of his MP3 player. Mum calls back that he should look in his trousers from the night before, as James always has a tendency to leave things in his previous day’s trousers.
Right after that the front door bangs shut. Dad finally looks up from his file and into the hall, a frown instantly stealing over his face when he sees Al stumbling drunkenly down the hall. A picture crashes against the floor when Al falls into one of the walls, and Dad motions for Mum to stay on the floor when Al finally enters the living room.
“What’s ‘is?” He asks, his words slurring together as his glassy eyes focus on Scorpius, “Gotta be ‘ere ruin’n m’ life still, huh?”
Lily looks fearfully to Dad who looks furious. Mum doesn’t speak just hold Scorpius’ hand as he looks up at Al, extremely hurt. “I don’t want to ruin your life Al.” He says with a sad expression. “How can I make it better?”
“Jus’ leabe m’ da fuck alone!” He bellows, knocking his arms around and sending a few of the glass decorations crashing against the carpet. “I din’it as’ fer ‘is! I wan’ it ta go away! Jus’ GO AWAY!” He continues yelling, his face red and eyes wild before he suddenly leans over getting sick all over the carpet. “I dun wan’ no baby.” He mutters darkly before stumbling towards the stairs. Dad follows him silently, leaving an angry Lily and distraught Scorpius for Mum to deal with.
When he pulls out of the memory Al faces his father, feeling rather ill. “I said all that to him?”
“Yes.” His dad says while he collects another magazine from off of his desk.
It all made sense then, Scorpius avoiding him but being overly friendly with his family was a result of Al’s angry words. Scorpius always gave him what he wanted. He loved Al enough to give the selfish boy, now man, anything he desired. At that time Al desired Scorpius’ distance more than anything else in the world, and he’s paid for it all these years. “God I’m an idiot.” All because he was afraid of being a young father.
“You are quite right.” Dad says with a genuine smile.
“S’that why you guys were so short with me?”
“That and because you didn’t bother to try and give a damn.” Dad adds with a snort.
“I was a kid.” He points out.
“So was I when I saved the world, your task was a lot smaller.” Dad says seriously, and Al feels ashamed. Usually the man never brings up the war unless needed, and the comparison does make him realise how stupid he was to think that his life was ruined.
“How should I save my world?” He asks leaning against the old wooden writing desk.
“Every hero has to figure things out on their own.” Dad says enigmatically as he breezes out of the room. Calling out for Mum to make him some chocolate biscuits as he goes.
Scorpius opens the door, his wine glass resting in his left hand as he laughs at the girls who squeal in the formal sitting room. “Hello.” When he looks up to see Albus in the doorway standing awkwardly he immediately grows worried. “Where’s Nero, is he okay?”
“Yeah he’s at my parents. Wanted to kip with them.” He shoves his big hands into his deep denim trouser pockets. Scorpius just smiles at the display of nervousness.
“You want to come in?” He asks, standing aside in invitation.
“You aren’t busy right?” Al asks, scratching at his cheek when another peal of laughter rings out into the halls.
Scorpius laughs outright, “When has that ever stopped you?”
“Good point.”
It is hilarious for Scorpius to see Albus among a group of women and flamboyant men that he has invited over for his “toy” party. First off Al isn’t dressed for the occasion, a plain cotton T shirt and worn denim jeans; Al hasn’t changed much at all since they dated. All of Scorpius friends are dressed to the nines, drinking expensive champagne and eating the sort of hors d'oeuvres that Albus has always found disgusting. Scorpius watches with great amusement as Al fidgets in a chair set a little ways apart from the rest of the group.
Devon brings out a bright neon pink cock that can be magicked larger or smaller, one that actually shoots out fake spunk when stimulated long enough. Albus nearly chokes on his drink when he sees it and Lily cackles, “Oh I need that one!”
With his lisping voice Devon winks and says, “Sweetie this one also has seven levels of vibration. You can go from mild to mind-blowing just by moaning.” He exaggeratedly moans against the obscenely pink cock and sticks out his tongue, flicking it over the rubber head. Scorpius watches with glee when Al squeezes his tone legs together.
Lily bolts as soon as the cleaning is done with a promise to call later tomorrow she Floos out for a date. Scorpius finally turns to face Albus after a long time spent in silence. The clean dishes finally put away and no longer providing a much needed distraction.
“So why are you here?”
Al shows another of his awkward signs of discomfort, “Is it a problem, my being here?” When he ask things like that Scorpius remembers the times in their relationship when they were so careful with one another, unsure of how things were supposed to be. Just extremely scared and giddy that things were.
“Of course not.” He says with a light laugh that is totally at odds with the pounding of his heart.
“Well then quit asking.” Al says, and from his smirk Scorpius can tell that he has found his footing and now stands on firmer ground than Scorpius feels he ought to. He hates that Al always winds up with the upper hand, always making Scorpius cave to his whims, his dominating presence cowing Scorpius into immediate submission. He hates it intensely and loves it with equal intensity.
“Fine.” Scorpius says, trying to appear unaffected by the sudden change in Al’s demeanour.
Looking around the room at the toys that have been stuffed into bright pink boxes Al clears his throat before asking, “So you have these parties often?”
Scorpius laughs at him and Al is glad that he doesn’t flush in embarrassment. Then Scorpius replies, “Yes, it’s how I make my own money. Giving kinky parties for the beautiful and restless housewives of high society as well as helping a few of my nelly brothers with their lack of shags.”
“Fake cocks?” Al asks in disbelief, wondering how anything could be as fulfilling as the real thing. Then again he’s never been one for cocks in his arse; prefers the nailing to the tailing.
“You’d be surprised how exquisite they can be,” Scorpius all but purrs at him and Al feels his own cock twitch in interest.
Before he can stop the question he asks, “Which is your favourite?”
With a leering smile Scorpius says, “Follow me.”
It is a dangerous game they are playing, Albus asks him to demonstrate and Scorpius decides to go along. From the top drawer of his nightstand he pulls a thick fleshy feeling dildo and rubs his long white fingers up the base lovingly. “Mmmm.” He purrs for effect, pretending not to love the way Al just barely bites back a groan. Scorpius licks his lips and presses them to the tip. “I call this one Prince.”
“Oh yeah?” Al’s voice a husky whisper that brings back memories of sweat dampened sheets and night long shags. It makes Scorpius want, and so he slips from his deep purple V neck shirt. Not watching as it glides to the floor in a heap. His black trousers follow, and his naked feet slip from their depths moments later. Scorpius doesn’t watch the way Albus’ eyes eat him hungrily.
“Yeah.” He says just as lustfully as he climbs into his bed, the one they never fucked in because his father was liable to walk in at any moment. The thought of them doing it now and possibly getting caught makes him harder. Wantonly he spreads his legs wide, knowing the erotic view he is creating for Al’s greedy gaze.
“How do you like it?” Albus asks; even though they both know he is well versed in Scorpius’ desires, he discovered them all once upon a lifetime ago.
Sucking a finger into his mouth Scorpius lewdly reaches behind himself and starts stretching the tightened ring of his arse. A tube of lube under his pillow comes next and he pops the lid of the flavoured gel open with his mouth. With slick fingers he starts fucking himself a lot harder than he had when basically dry. “I like it when it’s full.” He pants. Grabbing the flesh coloured cock he whispers a spell that will make it feel warm and therefore more realistic.
“Chair.” He groans, and Al fetches one. “End of the bed.” Scorpius commands, loving it when Al complies.
A non permanent sticky charm holds the cock in place against the pillar of his bed, and grinding back slowly against the rigid rubber Scorpius sighs contentedly. “Mmm yes.” He hears the zip of a fly and smiles, knowing that Al is exposing himself. Looking over his shoulder Scorpius flutters his eyes closed as he starts bucking backwards against the dildo.
It should be illegal Al thinks as he watches the limber way Scorpius bends his white body as he fucks himself. Thin arms holding him up and giving him the leverage needed to set an almost brutal pace. He doesn’t even notice that his hand is moving on his cock, too busy watching the rapture of Scorpius’ beautiful face.
Albus cannot say how long the sight continues on in this manner, nor can he say when he stands and moves to the bed so that he can touch the soft skin of his ex. All he knows is that he is touching and tasting and Scorpius isn’t pushing him away, if anything he is pulling Al closer. Claiming his mouth and begging for Albus’ hands.
“Please, in me.” He pants against the stubble on Al’s cheek and he doesn’t have to be asked more than once.
The greedy heat that encases him causes his eyes to roll back in his skull. Starting slow because he is afraid his over excited body will not last Al contents himself with watching Scorpius’ pale face that glows from his sweat in the sliver of moonlight that touches them.
“God.” Al moans, picking up his pace; slamming in Scorpius almost viciously.
“Yeah.” Scorpius agrees as he cants his hips to meet Al’s fervent thrusts.
It gets less coordinated when Al starts stroking Scorpius’ favourite spot, both of them going faster and more needy with each slam of their pelvises.
Soon, too soon in Al’s opinion they are close. Scorpius’ soft hand shoots down to stroke his neglected cock, that along with a few more thrusts has him coming. When he clamps down harder than Al remembers he follows Scorpius into the oblivion only an amazing orgasm can bring.
A hard slap to the forehead wakes him up and Al shoots into sitting position only to find a very angry Draco Malfoy staring at him with the intention of death.
With a tired look he says, “Good morning sir.”
“Potter, what are you doing in my son’s bed?” Draco asks despite the fact that his and Scorpius’ state of undress gives a perfect explanation. Neither is covered by the duvet after all.
“Er, sleeping sir.” Al says, trying to bite back a laugh. Draco doesn’t look amused in the slightest.
“Carry on then.” Draco says before sweeping out of the room. Leaving Albus feeling rather confused.
“What the hell just happened?” Al asks when Scorpius joins him in sitting up.
With a lazy smile Scorpius kisses him on the mouth, “I think Father just welcomed you to the family.”
“Is that a good thing?” Al returns the kiss languidly.
“Most excellent I’d say, he’s been carrying on about killing you for years so that I can marry.” Al looks annoyed and Scorpius laughs at the expression. “Obviously he’s changed his mind.”
“Why would he do that?” His tone dry.
“Because you obviously make me happy.” Scorpius says before climbing in his lap once more, “Shall we have another go?” Squeezing Al’s prick to attention in only a way that he knows how to do has Albus grinning like mad.
“Insatiable?”
“For you, most definitely.” Scorpius says before their tongues perform a familiar dance.
Nero bounces on the bed of his new bedroom, laughing when his Papa Harry pokes a head in and says, “Better not let your Lovey see you doing that.”
“I’ll say you said it’s okay Papa Harry.” He says with an impish laugh.
Papa Harry shakes his head muttering, “Worse than Al.” It makes Nero laugh more. When Papa Harry disappears down the new hallway Nero follows him out, running his little hands along the walls that have a clean week old peach paint on them. He doesn’t like the colour but his Lovey just had to have it and Dad has been giving Lovey everything he wants recently.
“Look at this, how about here?” Uncle James asks from his position on a chair while holding the old clock above the mantle.
“That’s where I had it in the apartment.” Dad says exasperatedly, before he adds, “Scorpius might want to put something else there.”
“Come on Al this thing is a bloody pain and I want to be done.”
“No one asked you to start decorating.” Dad points out with a look that means Belt up.
“Yeah well I am sure Scorpius will appreciate the thought.” Uncle James says, sticking out his tongue which is coloured blue from the iced biscuits Nana Ginny made as a part of a house warming gift basket.
“Those were my biscuits!” Nero yells, pointing up at his uncle and narrowing his eyes angrily. “You stoled them!”
“Busted.” Dad laughs and points at Uncle James.
“Belt up Al!” Uncle James says as he climbs down off the chair with the old clock. Setting it against the rocky hearth of their new fireplace.
Aunt Clara sits on the long sectional sofa, rubbing her large belly while Aunt Lily asks if she needs anything. The sandy blond Clara shake her head no and Aunt Lily moves to help Nana Ginny with putting away the kitchen dishes.
Lovey comes in through the front door and says, “Raniero Lucien Potter, you’d better get in that room and put those toys away or you won’t get another biscuit.” With a huff he turns from the man and heads back to his new room. Which is a lot nicer and bigger than his old room at Dad’s, he loves the blue colour that Lovey painted it and thinks that the flame shaped letters that spell his name above the window are pretty sick.
Later in the evening Papa Draco and Nana Astoria drop by with some gifts. Wine for Lovey and Dad, and expensive chocolate for him. Lovey glares at Papa Draco who winks down at him when Lovey takes the wine to the kitchen. Nana Astoria reads him a bedtime story before they all come kiss him goodnight. The Floo whooshes twice and his eyes feel heavy.
Voices are soft but reach him, “Do you like the house?” Dad asks in the tone he only uses when talking to Lovey.
“Love it.” Lovey says back in his own special voice.
“Want to Christen it?”
Lovey only laughs in response. Nero falls asleep feeling wondering at the meaning of those words.
Sometime later he is woken by a shriek and a deep chuckle of laughter, but goes back to sleep moments later. Too tired to get up and explore.
In the morning Nero sees his parents at the table eating breakfast. Climbing into the seat across from where they sit side by side Nero says, “I heard a loud scream last night and then a really weird laugh!” He eyes them curiously asking, “Did you hear it?”
Lovey looks shocked and Dad laughs while saying, “That was just the two backed beast.”
“What?” He asks confused, Lovey slaps Dad in the back of the head.
“Nothing sweetie, eat your breakfast so we can go to school.” He sends Dad another warning look and Nero shrugs before downing his cereal hungrily. Despite the weird beast he reckons this is the best birthday present his dad could have given Lovey. Their all a family again and that is all that matters.
Maybe tonight I will chase away the beast. Nero thinks while looking at the cartoon strips in the Prophet.
FIN