FIC: Unforgivable [NC-17]
Author: literaryspell
Title: Unforgivable
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con/rape, drugging
Word Count: 3300
Summary: "Scorpius, I'm sorry for being… you know, not the best friend."
Prompt: #185 Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything. - The Sandman: Seasons of Mist, Neil Gaiman. Submitted by pot_and_kettle. I interpreted the prompt maybe not as nicely as you may have wanted! I also got inspiration from a prompt I wanted at nextgendarkfest that I wasn't able to fill at the time about one of the pairing using a date rape drug to take advantage of the other.
Notes: The drug used in the fic is gamma-hydroxybutyric acid, also known as GHB or simply G. It can be used recreationally or for rape. Obviously that is wrong-but this is fiction. I have to thank the mods for even accepting this fic. They have been so patient and generous with me. I hope I never abuse them like this again! <3 Of course, this couldn't have been done without my awesome betas, SA, T, and K. Thank you all so much for working on this with me!
In the Muggle world, anything was for sale.
*
"Oi, Scorpius, you coming back to mine for hols?"
Scorpius jerked his head up at the sound of Al's voice. "Is that your way of inviting me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "How uncouth."
Al just chuckled and made as if to spill Scorpius' ink well, laughing more when Scorpius' hands shot out to catch it. "Well?"
"Sure, I'll come for a few days. Just let me owl my father once I'm done with this essay. Three feet on why the Imperius Curse is an Unforgivable." He shook his head.
"It's all about free will, mate," Al said, offering his usual token of unsolicited advice. "Just go on about that. Though if you ask me-"
"Which I didn't."
"-I'd say no one can make you do what you don't already want, somewhere deep down." He smirked at Scorpius and walked away. He didn’t want to seem too eager, too desperate. What he wished he could do was sit down, watch Scorpius finish the essay and write his letter home, then wait by his side for the missive to return with permission granted.
He'd learned at a young age, though, that the best way to get what you wanted was to pretend you didn't.
After answering the riddle that let him into the Ravenclaw common room, he went straight to his room, nodding briefly at his mates on the way. He'd already packed for the hols, but he checked his trunk again, tucking in an extra pair of socks and fingering the thin glass vial with the ancient cork stopper. The vial was slightly sticky and he had to wash his hands after touching it.
He thought about Scorpius, floors below and away. Writing. He was such a good student, the type to get lost in his work, always distracted and clueless to the world around him.
Not too clueless to turn Al down, though. It had been an admittedly clumsy affair, to be sure. Al had been flushing and tipsy, needing the liquor to steel his nerves. He'd cornered Scorpius, explained that he was gay, that he liked him. That way. He'd rushed it all out in an inelegant flood, holding his breath while Scorpius thought and thought. Then Scorpius had tightened his fingers around Al's barely beating heart, crushing the last of the life from it. "I'm really glad you told me," he'd said. But I just don't feel the same way. Please let's still be friends."
And he'd looked so pathetic, so scared that he would lose his only friend, that Al had laughed and shrugged and said, "Never mind, there's always Lorcan." And Scorpius had smiled, grateful. Al had died a little inside.
Now, he had a plan. It was an ugly plan, almost evil, but there was no other way. A love spell would be too obvious, a potion too long-lasting. Al wanted only a night. One night to have Scorpius, to then begin about him. After that, maybe he would search out Lorcan, the only other out gay student at Hogwarts. He was attractive enough, blond, slender like Scorpius. It might work.
*
"Mum, Dad, you know Scorpius. Scorpius, my parents."
Scorpius was immediately brought into the fold; Ginny grasped his hands and asked him about the train ride, and Harry nodded and smiled even though he looked a little uneasy, as he always had, about Al's friendship with Scorpius.
James had moved out the year before, though he'd be home for the actual holiday, and Lily had decided to stay over at Hogwarts to catch up on schoolwork without distractions; she, too, would be Flooing home for Christmas day.
Harry took Al's arm, and Ginny Scorpius', and they all Apparated back to the house.
"Supper's at seven, boys," Ginny said, raising her voice at the end because they'd taken off up the stairs.
"Thanks, Mum!" He opened the door to his room and let Scorpius enter first. His parents had moved James' old bed into Al's room for Scorpius' stay. "Can't wait to sleep in a room that doesn’t smell like arse."
Scorpius laughed. "Since you're the worst offender, you might not get your wish."
"Oi!" Al punched Scorpius in the arm. "Mind your mouth, you ponce."
Scorpius swung back but Al grabbed his wrist-one moment they were both laughing and then Al felt his insides twist. Scorpius' wrist was thinner than his own but there was strength there. His dark grey eyes were intelligent and quiet, confused now that Al was looking at him so intently. Al let him go and Scorpius dropped his hand.
"I'm going to shower," he mumbled, grabbing his things and taking off without looking at Scorpius again. Once in the shower, he leaned against the cool tile, letting it chill him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, trusting the running water to mask his words. What was he thinking of doing? How could he? He was in love with Scorpius. He didn’t want to hurt him. But if anything, that look in Scorpius' eyes had only cemented things-that look had said they could never be anything but friends.
Even just thinking of the shame he felt made Al's cock hard. He wanked hard and fast, bringing himself to an unsatisfying climax before directing the showerhead to clean up the mess. His mind was settled. Scorpius wouldn’t forgive him; but Scorpius wouldn’t remember.
*
They were thirteen years old when Al had first felt something other than friendship for Scorpius. It had been their first day back to school, and the first time they'd been put in a dorm room together.
They'd been friends before, but when Scorpius had watched to see which bed Al would choose and then picked the one adjacent for himself, Al had felt a flash of warmth so intense he'd had to sit down under the guise of unpacking his trunk.
That night, he'd had a wet dream about Scorpius. About slipping into his bed and touching his sleeping body. In the dream, he'd come on Scorpius' face, his eyes twitching under the barrage. In Al's bed, he'd soaked the sheets, ashamedly spelling them clean and wondering why his dick hadn’t got soft-but he knew it was because he couldn’t get the image of a jizz-covered Scorpius out of his head.
*
"Look what I have," Al singsonged, letting the almost-full bottle of Firewhisky hit his desk will a dull thud. Scorpius leaned back in his chair, taking his eyes off his schoolwork for the first time in over an hour.
"Where'd you get that?" Scorpius asked, eyes wide. He threw Al a mischievous grin, which widened further when Al placed two glasses beside the bottle.
"From Dad's study. He won't notice for at least a week, he's not a big drinker. Well?"
"Yeah, pour us a glass."
Al wanted to sigh in relief. His plan hinged on Scorpius not being a pansy for once and drinking what Al offered.
He poured them both liberal quantities, screwing up his face in displeasure after taking a long haul. "Stuff's shite," he said, his voice hoarse as if the liquor had scraped his larynx on the way down.
Scorpius nodded, making an unattractive but somehow adorable face after he'd swallowed. "Don't you have anything to mix it with?"
Al shook his head. "Don't want to go back downstairs, too suspicious."
So they sat on the floor between the beds, taking drink after drink, talking about nothing in particular, until the bottle was almost gone.
Al watched Scorpius drink. He was taking small sips but he still finished at the same rate as Al, who took gulps but needed more time to recover in between. Scorpius' cheeks were flushed, his laugh was coming easier, but he still guarded himself.
This was the moment, Al suddenly knew. He could pour the rest of the booze and they'd clown around for a couple hours before falling into their respective beds and laughing about it in the morning. This was the moment he'd remember as deciding to hurt his friend.
Al pretended to choke and start coughing before jumping to his feet, bottle in hand, and running into the bathroom. He used to share it with James-it attached their bedrooms-but now Al locked that door and the one leading back to his room.
"You all right?" Scorpius called. Al could tell he was still seated on the floor.
"Yeah," he said between coughs. "Just getting some water."
The sticky vial was with his shower things. He found it and unstoppered it. He wished he could spell away the salty taste so Scorpius wouldn't suspect anything but he couldn’t risk losing efficacy. He'd just have to hope that Scorpius wouldn’t focus on it.
Avoiding catching his reflection in the mirror, Al poured the contents of the vial into the last of the liquor. He swirled it a little, took a small taste- and winced. It wasn't incredibly strong but with the way Scorpius was sipping, he'd notice. He'd have to.
Feeling like he no longer had a choice in the matter, Al opened the bathroom door and sat down heavily across from Scorpius. "Fuck, thought I was about to toss it," he moaned.
Scorpius looked concerned but his eyes were unfocused. "Don't blame you, that's nasty stuff."
Al handed the bottle over. "Finish it up, mate."
"Ugh…"
Al waved the bottle. "Take it, don't be wasteful. And drink it like a man, none of that sipping nonsense." He laughed unsteadily. He was certainly feeling the effects of the alcohol himself, but not enough for remorse to sink in-yet.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and drank from the bottle. Al was impressed at how much he managed to get down-he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Scorpius' Adam's apple, sharp like it was cutting his throat, up and down.
Then Scorpius tore the bottle from his lips, panting. "That… shite… is brutal."
"I know," Al whispered. "The worst."
There were still dregs in the bottle but Al would Banish the entire thing later. "How'd you… how'd you do on your essay?" Al asked, trying to distract himself from what he'd done-what he was going to do.
"Jus' gotta finish the ending. Endings… are hard."
Al nodded. "I haven't started mine yet."
Scorpius laughed. "Never would have guessed."
"You know me," he said, shrugging.
"Yeah," Scorpius said. Then he was quiet for a while. He scooted back to lean against the bed. His head kept rolling a little on his shoulders.
"Scorpius, I'm sorry for being… you know, not the best friend."
Scorpius shook his head, suddenly vehement. "You're the best friend, Al. My best friend." He smiled, and it was a little too wild. Al wasn’t sure he'd ever seen Scorpius smile like that, unfettered and free in a way the restrained Malfoy never was. It was almost frightening to observe.
"Thanks, mate. You're my best friend, too." He wanted to make Scorpius promise that they'd always be friends, no matter how he messed up. That Scorpius would remember saying that promise, and would forgive Al tomorrow. But he said nothing, only watched as Scorpius swayed more, as his eyelids fluttered eerily, as he licked his lips and looked around without seeing anything.
Then, "Come on, let's get you to bed."
Scorpius nodded. "Don'… feel well."
"I know." Al grabbed him under the arms and hauled him up and onto the bed. Despite being much more slender than Al, he was an awkward load and Al had to drag him up the bed so his head was on the pillows.
"G'night." Scorpius smiled again, softer this time. His breath became regular and deep. He was a little clammy but that was to be expected.
"I love you, Scorpius," Al whispered. He Banished the Firewhisky bottle and secured the door to the room. He turned off the overhead light and lit the bedside lamp. After standing beside the bed for several minutes, he undressed to his pants and wriggled the blankets from beneath Scorpius, and then got into bed beside him and covered them both.
There was a spell his mother had taught him for undressing-it was used when you were extremely messy and didn't want to get the mess everywhere. She'd said it had come in handy with him in particular, as he'd wet the bed as a child. It was non-disruptive, perfect for if a child was sleeping. Al used it then, watching in inebriated fascination as the clothing rolled itself off Scorpius' body. He stared as ribs and hips were bared.
Then Scorpius was naked and it was like everything Al had expected, from the glimpses he'd seen over the years to his dream-self filling in the blanks. He was pale and tightly muscled, blond hair on his legs, arms and groin but none on his chest. His cock was small, quiescent as it was, with snug foreskin.
The first touch was like the first high-he'd be chasing that feeling for the rest of his life. It was just a graze of fingers against Scorpius' thigh but it felt so much more important than that. Before he went on, Al gave Scorpius a shake. His wand was on the side table and he was ready to cast Obliviate if he had to. Scorpius' head lolled with the force of the action, but not of his own free will. He was out and would be for a couple hours at the very least. Al drew down the blanket and kissed Scorpius' bare chest. Scorpius' nipples perked in the cool air of the room, but in Al's fevered mind it was from him.
Al propped himself up over Scorpius and bent to kiss his lips. There was something unsatisfying about their first kiss. Al knew what it was, of course, but knew there was nothing he could do to fix it. For now, this was all he could have. He skimmed a hand over Scorpius' chest, his stomach, his crotch. Scorpius didn’t react to him and a flare of anger welled inside of Al. It wasn’t fair. He wanted Scorpius so much, and even drunk, even drugged, he didn't want Al.
Al sighed and glanced at Scorpius' face. In repose he was gorgeous. Knife-sharp angles where Al was boxier, smooth where Al was rough. He couldn’t look any more-he couldn’t stop picturing the horror on Scorpius' face if he were to wake up. The anger. The betrayal. It took some effort but Al pushed Scorpius onto his front, removing the pillow and turning his head to the side so he wouldn’t smother in the sheets.
"Oh, god," he whispered. He was really going to do this. His hand trembled as it hovered over and then settled on Scorpius' arse. His thumb smoothed over the skin and then spread Scorpius' cheeks. There was more fine blond hair but beyond that was a small tight hole, barely more than a dent. Al swallowed hard and thumbed the hole, feeling the heat from Scorpius' body welcoming him.
Al scrambled up and grabbed the lube from the side table. He shimmied out of his pants, his erection smacking against his belly. He'd never been this hard without being touched by another person. The thought resonated, and Al took Scorpius' hand and pressed it against his cock, the limp fingers doing nothing until Al closed them around himself. Al groaned, his eyes falling closed. In his head, Scorpius was blushing, uncertain how to touch him, and Al was showing him how.
His heart felt sore and he stopped-he was sure it was because of the rapid flood of blood to his dick and not any actual sort of heartsickness. Still, he placed Scorpius' hand back on the bed. He straddled Scorpius' prone body and settled himself on Scorpius' thighs, his cock nestled against and then between Scorpius' arsecheeks.
He thrust a couple times but it wasn’t enough, and he couldn’t get at Scorpius like that. Al got off Scorpius and opened his legs, wide enough that Al could get in but not so wide that he couldn’t straddle him any longer.
"Baby, I have to fuck you now," he whispered. He spread lube on his fingers and crawled over Scorpius once more. Holding Scorpius' arse open with one hand, he spread the lube over and then inside Scorpius. He was hot and tighter than Al could have thought possible, but it wasn’t long before he was spreading Scorpius with two fingers, making sure he was wet and open enough.
"Wish you were my first." Al lubed his prick and lined himself up to Scorpius' slightly reddened hole. He bent and pressed a kiss between Scorpius' pointed shoulder blades-and then pushed. Scorpius resisted him, at first. His hole was incredibly tight and undoubtedly virgin to any sort of intrusion, but Al persisted, gritting his teeth against the pressure. Then the head of his cock popped past the initial barrier and Al exhaled violently. The grip was painful but he knew from experience that Scorpius would loosen after a few thrusts-if Al could manage to get that far.
The head was the widest part of his dick, so Al just kept at it, bracing himself with his arms over Scorpius' still body and inching in. For every bit of ground he gained, he retreated half and shoved forward, again and again, until he was balls deep and seated against Scorpius' arse. In another position he might have gained a few centimetres of depth but he couldn’t hold Scorpius up so it didn’t matter.
"You're so tight, Scorpius. Fuck, you're amazing." Al could no longer keep his body from doing what it was desperate to do-fuck. He withdrew all but the head and thrust back in. He wondered idly if he was hitting Scorpius' prostate at all. After a few stuttering attempts, his thrusts became more fluid as Scorpius loosened up for him. He lowered himself onto Scorpius' back and just ground his dick in, short hard jabs until he couldn’t take that torture any more and lifted back up. He slowed his rhythm and began to long-dick Scorpius, even popping the head of his cock out, watching Scorpius close, then pressing back in until he bottomed out, relentless.
"Have to come, going to nut in you, baby," Al groaned. He started fucking Scorpius in earnest, pounding him without mercy.
"Al…"
Al tried to freeze, tried to listen-he couldn't be sure; it was just the bed creaking. He couldn’t stop though, and then he was coming, grunting, shoving deeper than he had yet. It felt like he came forever, his body a tight string of tendons that refused to ease until he was finished.
He rested, panting, and listening. "Scorpius?" he whispered, his heart slamming inside his chest.
A low groan followed but no words.
"It's okay, you're okay. You're with me, Scorpius." Al kept speaking, half nonsensical, as he withdrew from Scorpius. "Just a bad dream, mate." Al shook as he reached for his wand. He healed Scorpius' swollen anus and spelled the come away from inside him. With regret, he cast the spell to re-dress Scorpius, and again a low noise escaped Scorpius.
Al slid from the bed and dressed in haste. He didn’t spell his own dick clean-he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After hiding the lube and straightening the sheets, Al shook Scorpius once more. He made no sound, moved not at all.
Al left a glass of water on the side table for when Scorpius woke up. He would probably wake in a couple hours, feeling rested, but he'd still be drunk enough to fall back asleep. He'd be all right. Al hadn’t hurt him.
When he went to pick up Scorpius' wand to put it beside the water, his eyes fell on the essay he'd been writing. Free Will and Desire: How the Imperius Curse Is Arguably The Least Forgivable.
Al spent the night in the loo, throwing up. Scorpius found him there in the morning, laughing at their shared misery.
Everything was all right.
The end.
Title: Unforgivable
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con/rape, drugging
Word Count: 3300
Summary: "Scorpius, I'm sorry for being… you know, not the best friend."
Prompt: #185 Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything. - The Sandman: Seasons of Mist, Neil Gaiman. Submitted by pot_and_kettle. I interpreted the prompt maybe not as nicely as you may have wanted! I also got inspiration from a prompt I wanted at nextgendarkfest that I wasn't able to fill at the time about one of the pairing using a date rape drug to take advantage of the other.
Notes: The drug used in the fic is gamma-hydroxybutyric acid, also known as GHB or simply G. It can be used recreationally or for rape. Obviously that is wrong-but this is fiction. I have to thank the mods for even accepting this fic. They have been so patient and generous with me. I hope I never abuse them like this again! <3 Of course, this couldn't have been done without my awesome betas, SA, T, and K. Thank you all so much for working on this with me!
In the Muggle world, anything was for sale.
*
"Oi, Scorpius, you coming back to mine for hols?"
Scorpius jerked his head up at the sound of Al's voice. "Is that your way of inviting me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "How uncouth."
Al just chuckled and made as if to spill Scorpius' ink well, laughing more when Scorpius' hands shot out to catch it. "Well?"
"Sure, I'll come for a few days. Just let me owl my father once I'm done with this essay. Three feet on why the Imperius Curse is an Unforgivable." He shook his head.
"It's all about free will, mate," Al said, offering his usual token of unsolicited advice. "Just go on about that. Though if you ask me-"
"Which I didn't."
"-I'd say no one can make you do what you don't already want, somewhere deep down." He smirked at Scorpius and walked away. He didn’t want to seem too eager, too desperate. What he wished he could do was sit down, watch Scorpius finish the essay and write his letter home, then wait by his side for the missive to return with permission granted.
He'd learned at a young age, though, that the best way to get what you wanted was to pretend you didn't.
After answering the riddle that let him into the Ravenclaw common room, he went straight to his room, nodding briefly at his mates on the way. He'd already packed for the hols, but he checked his trunk again, tucking in an extra pair of socks and fingering the thin glass vial with the ancient cork stopper. The vial was slightly sticky and he had to wash his hands after touching it.
He thought about Scorpius, floors below and away. Writing. He was such a good student, the type to get lost in his work, always distracted and clueless to the world around him.
Not too clueless to turn Al down, though. It had been an admittedly clumsy affair, to be sure. Al had been flushing and tipsy, needing the liquor to steel his nerves. He'd cornered Scorpius, explained that he was gay, that he liked him. That way. He'd rushed it all out in an inelegant flood, holding his breath while Scorpius thought and thought. Then Scorpius had tightened his fingers around Al's barely beating heart, crushing the last of the life from it. "I'm really glad you told me," he'd said. But I just don't feel the same way. Please let's still be friends."
And he'd looked so pathetic, so scared that he would lose his only friend, that Al had laughed and shrugged and said, "Never mind, there's always Lorcan." And Scorpius had smiled, grateful. Al had died a little inside.
Now, he had a plan. It was an ugly plan, almost evil, but there was no other way. A love spell would be too obvious, a potion too long-lasting. Al wanted only a night. One night to have Scorpius, to then begin about him. After that, maybe he would search out Lorcan, the only other out gay student at Hogwarts. He was attractive enough, blond, slender like Scorpius. It might work.
*
"Mum, Dad, you know Scorpius. Scorpius, my parents."
Scorpius was immediately brought into the fold; Ginny grasped his hands and asked him about the train ride, and Harry nodded and smiled even though he looked a little uneasy, as he always had, about Al's friendship with Scorpius.
James had moved out the year before, though he'd be home for the actual holiday, and Lily had decided to stay over at Hogwarts to catch up on schoolwork without distractions; she, too, would be Flooing home for Christmas day.
Harry took Al's arm, and Ginny Scorpius', and they all Apparated back to the house.
"Supper's at seven, boys," Ginny said, raising her voice at the end because they'd taken off up the stairs.
"Thanks, Mum!" He opened the door to his room and let Scorpius enter first. His parents had moved James' old bed into Al's room for Scorpius' stay. "Can't wait to sleep in a room that doesn’t smell like arse."
Scorpius laughed. "Since you're the worst offender, you might not get your wish."
"Oi!" Al punched Scorpius in the arm. "Mind your mouth, you ponce."
Scorpius swung back but Al grabbed his wrist-one moment they were both laughing and then Al felt his insides twist. Scorpius' wrist was thinner than his own but there was strength there. His dark grey eyes were intelligent and quiet, confused now that Al was looking at him so intently. Al let him go and Scorpius dropped his hand.
"I'm going to shower," he mumbled, grabbing his things and taking off without looking at Scorpius again. Once in the shower, he leaned against the cool tile, letting it chill him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, trusting the running water to mask his words. What was he thinking of doing? How could he? He was in love with Scorpius. He didn’t want to hurt him. But if anything, that look in Scorpius' eyes had only cemented things-that look had said they could never be anything but friends.
Even just thinking of the shame he felt made Al's cock hard. He wanked hard and fast, bringing himself to an unsatisfying climax before directing the showerhead to clean up the mess. His mind was settled. Scorpius wouldn’t forgive him; but Scorpius wouldn’t remember.
*
They were thirteen years old when Al had first felt something other than friendship for Scorpius. It had been their first day back to school, and the first time they'd been put in a dorm room together.
They'd been friends before, but when Scorpius had watched to see which bed Al would choose and then picked the one adjacent for himself, Al had felt a flash of warmth so intense he'd had to sit down under the guise of unpacking his trunk.
That night, he'd had a wet dream about Scorpius. About slipping into his bed and touching his sleeping body. In the dream, he'd come on Scorpius' face, his eyes twitching under the barrage. In Al's bed, he'd soaked the sheets, ashamedly spelling them clean and wondering why his dick hadn’t got soft-but he knew it was because he couldn’t get the image of a jizz-covered Scorpius out of his head.
*
"Look what I have," Al singsonged, letting the almost-full bottle of Firewhisky hit his desk will a dull thud. Scorpius leaned back in his chair, taking his eyes off his schoolwork for the first time in over an hour.
"Where'd you get that?" Scorpius asked, eyes wide. He threw Al a mischievous grin, which widened further when Al placed two glasses beside the bottle.
"From Dad's study. He won't notice for at least a week, he's not a big drinker. Well?"
"Yeah, pour us a glass."
Al wanted to sigh in relief. His plan hinged on Scorpius not being a pansy for once and drinking what Al offered.
He poured them both liberal quantities, screwing up his face in displeasure after taking a long haul. "Stuff's shite," he said, his voice hoarse as if the liquor had scraped his larynx on the way down.
Scorpius nodded, making an unattractive but somehow adorable face after he'd swallowed. "Don't you have anything to mix it with?"
Al shook his head. "Don't want to go back downstairs, too suspicious."
So they sat on the floor between the beds, taking drink after drink, talking about nothing in particular, until the bottle was almost gone.
Al watched Scorpius drink. He was taking small sips but he still finished at the same rate as Al, who took gulps but needed more time to recover in between. Scorpius' cheeks were flushed, his laugh was coming easier, but he still guarded himself.
This was the moment, Al suddenly knew. He could pour the rest of the booze and they'd clown around for a couple hours before falling into their respective beds and laughing about it in the morning. This was the moment he'd remember as deciding to hurt his friend.
Al pretended to choke and start coughing before jumping to his feet, bottle in hand, and running into the bathroom. He used to share it with James-it attached their bedrooms-but now Al locked that door and the one leading back to his room.
"You all right?" Scorpius called. Al could tell he was still seated on the floor.
"Yeah," he said between coughs. "Just getting some water."
The sticky vial was with his shower things. He found it and unstoppered it. He wished he could spell away the salty taste so Scorpius wouldn't suspect anything but he couldn’t risk losing efficacy. He'd just have to hope that Scorpius wouldn’t focus on it.
Avoiding catching his reflection in the mirror, Al poured the contents of the vial into the last of the liquor. He swirled it a little, took a small taste- and winced. It wasn't incredibly strong but with the way Scorpius was sipping, he'd notice. He'd have to.
Feeling like he no longer had a choice in the matter, Al opened the bathroom door and sat down heavily across from Scorpius. "Fuck, thought I was about to toss it," he moaned.
Scorpius looked concerned but his eyes were unfocused. "Don't blame you, that's nasty stuff."
Al handed the bottle over. "Finish it up, mate."
"Ugh…"
Al waved the bottle. "Take it, don't be wasteful. And drink it like a man, none of that sipping nonsense." He laughed unsteadily. He was certainly feeling the effects of the alcohol himself, but not enough for remorse to sink in-yet.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and drank from the bottle. Al was impressed at how much he managed to get down-he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Scorpius' Adam's apple, sharp like it was cutting his throat, up and down.
Then Scorpius tore the bottle from his lips, panting. "That… shite… is brutal."
"I know," Al whispered. "The worst."
There were still dregs in the bottle but Al would Banish the entire thing later. "How'd you… how'd you do on your essay?" Al asked, trying to distract himself from what he'd done-what he was going to do.
"Jus' gotta finish the ending. Endings… are hard."
Al nodded. "I haven't started mine yet."
Scorpius laughed. "Never would have guessed."
"You know me," he said, shrugging.
"Yeah," Scorpius said. Then he was quiet for a while. He scooted back to lean against the bed. His head kept rolling a little on his shoulders.
"Scorpius, I'm sorry for being… you know, not the best friend."
Scorpius shook his head, suddenly vehement. "You're the best friend, Al. My best friend." He smiled, and it was a little too wild. Al wasn’t sure he'd ever seen Scorpius smile like that, unfettered and free in a way the restrained Malfoy never was. It was almost frightening to observe.
"Thanks, mate. You're my best friend, too." He wanted to make Scorpius promise that they'd always be friends, no matter how he messed up. That Scorpius would remember saying that promise, and would forgive Al tomorrow. But he said nothing, only watched as Scorpius swayed more, as his eyelids fluttered eerily, as he licked his lips and looked around without seeing anything.
Then, "Come on, let's get you to bed."
Scorpius nodded. "Don'… feel well."
"I know." Al grabbed him under the arms and hauled him up and onto the bed. Despite being much more slender than Al, he was an awkward load and Al had to drag him up the bed so his head was on the pillows.
"G'night." Scorpius smiled again, softer this time. His breath became regular and deep. He was a little clammy but that was to be expected.
"I love you, Scorpius," Al whispered. He Banished the Firewhisky bottle and secured the door to the room. He turned off the overhead light and lit the bedside lamp. After standing beside the bed for several minutes, he undressed to his pants and wriggled the blankets from beneath Scorpius, and then got into bed beside him and covered them both.
There was a spell his mother had taught him for undressing-it was used when you were extremely messy and didn't want to get the mess everywhere. She'd said it had come in handy with him in particular, as he'd wet the bed as a child. It was non-disruptive, perfect for if a child was sleeping. Al used it then, watching in inebriated fascination as the clothing rolled itself off Scorpius' body. He stared as ribs and hips were bared.
Then Scorpius was naked and it was like everything Al had expected, from the glimpses he'd seen over the years to his dream-self filling in the blanks. He was pale and tightly muscled, blond hair on his legs, arms and groin but none on his chest. His cock was small, quiescent as it was, with snug foreskin.
The first touch was like the first high-he'd be chasing that feeling for the rest of his life. It was just a graze of fingers against Scorpius' thigh but it felt so much more important than that. Before he went on, Al gave Scorpius a shake. His wand was on the side table and he was ready to cast Obliviate if he had to. Scorpius' head lolled with the force of the action, but not of his own free will. He was out and would be for a couple hours at the very least. Al drew down the blanket and kissed Scorpius' bare chest. Scorpius' nipples perked in the cool air of the room, but in Al's fevered mind it was from him.
Al propped himself up over Scorpius and bent to kiss his lips. There was something unsatisfying about their first kiss. Al knew what it was, of course, but knew there was nothing he could do to fix it. For now, this was all he could have. He skimmed a hand over Scorpius' chest, his stomach, his crotch. Scorpius didn’t react to him and a flare of anger welled inside of Al. It wasn’t fair. He wanted Scorpius so much, and even drunk, even drugged, he didn't want Al.
Al sighed and glanced at Scorpius' face. In repose he was gorgeous. Knife-sharp angles where Al was boxier, smooth where Al was rough. He couldn’t look any more-he couldn’t stop picturing the horror on Scorpius' face if he were to wake up. The anger. The betrayal. It took some effort but Al pushed Scorpius onto his front, removing the pillow and turning his head to the side so he wouldn’t smother in the sheets.
"Oh, god," he whispered. He was really going to do this. His hand trembled as it hovered over and then settled on Scorpius' arse. His thumb smoothed over the skin and then spread Scorpius' cheeks. There was more fine blond hair but beyond that was a small tight hole, barely more than a dent. Al swallowed hard and thumbed the hole, feeling the heat from Scorpius' body welcoming him.
Al scrambled up and grabbed the lube from the side table. He shimmied out of his pants, his erection smacking against his belly. He'd never been this hard without being touched by another person. The thought resonated, and Al took Scorpius' hand and pressed it against his cock, the limp fingers doing nothing until Al closed them around himself. Al groaned, his eyes falling closed. In his head, Scorpius was blushing, uncertain how to touch him, and Al was showing him how.
His heart felt sore and he stopped-he was sure it was because of the rapid flood of blood to his dick and not any actual sort of heartsickness. Still, he placed Scorpius' hand back on the bed. He straddled Scorpius' prone body and settled himself on Scorpius' thighs, his cock nestled against and then between Scorpius' arsecheeks.
He thrust a couple times but it wasn’t enough, and he couldn’t get at Scorpius like that. Al got off Scorpius and opened his legs, wide enough that Al could get in but not so wide that he couldn’t straddle him any longer.
"Baby, I have to fuck you now," he whispered. He spread lube on his fingers and crawled over Scorpius once more. Holding Scorpius' arse open with one hand, he spread the lube over and then inside Scorpius. He was hot and tighter than Al could have thought possible, but it wasn’t long before he was spreading Scorpius with two fingers, making sure he was wet and open enough.
"Wish you were my first." Al lubed his prick and lined himself up to Scorpius' slightly reddened hole. He bent and pressed a kiss between Scorpius' pointed shoulder blades-and then pushed. Scorpius resisted him, at first. His hole was incredibly tight and undoubtedly virgin to any sort of intrusion, but Al persisted, gritting his teeth against the pressure. Then the head of his cock popped past the initial barrier and Al exhaled violently. The grip was painful but he knew from experience that Scorpius would loosen after a few thrusts-if Al could manage to get that far.
The head was the widest part of his dick, so Al just kept at it, bracing himself with his arms over Scorpius' still body and inching in. For every bit of ground he gained, he retreated half and shoved forward, again and again, until he was balls deep and seated against Scorpius' arse. In another position he might have gained a few centimetres of depth but he couldn’t hold Scorpius up so it didn’t matter.
"You're so tight, Scorpius. Fuck, you're amazing." Al could no longer keep his body from doing what it was desperate to do-fuck. He withdrew all but the head and thrust back in. He wondered idly if he was hitting Scorpius' prostate at all. After a few stuttering attempts, his thrusts became more fluid as Scorpius loosened up for him. He lowered himself onto Scorpius' back and just ground his dick in, short hard jabs until he couldn’t take that torture any more and lifted back up. He slowed his rhythm and began to long-dick Scorpius, even popping the head of his cock out, watching Scorpius close, then pressing back in until he bottomed out, relentless.
"Have to come, going to nut in you, baby," Al groaned. He started fucking Scorpius in earnest, pounding him without mercy.
"Al…"
Al tried to freeze, tried to listen-he couldn't be sure; it was just the bed creaking. He couldn’t stop though, and then he was coming, grunting, shoving deeper than he had yet. It felt like he came forever, his body a tight string of tendons that refused to ease until he was finished.
He rested, panting, and listening. "Scorpius?" he whispered, his heart slamming inside his chest.
A low groan followed but no words.
"It's okay, you're okay. You're with me, Scorpius." Al kept speaking, half nonsensical, as he withdrew from Scorpius. "Just a bad dream, mate." Al shook as he reached for his wand. He healed Scorpius' swollen anus and spelled the come away from inside him. With regret, he cast the spell to re-dress Scorpius, and again a low noise escaped Scorpius.
Al slid from the bed and dressed in haste. He didn’t spell his own dick clean-he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After hiding the lube and straightening the sheets, Al shook Scorpius once more. He made no sound, moved not at all.
Al left a glass of water on the side table for when Scorpius woke up. He would probably wake in a couple hours, feeling rested, but he'd still be drunk enough to fall back asleep. He'd be all right. Al hadn’t hurt him.
When he went to pick up Scorpius' wand to put it beside the water, his eyes fell on the essay he'd been writing. Free Will and Desire: How the Imperius Curse Is Arguably The Least Forgivable.
Al spent the night in the loo, throwing up. Scorpius found him there in the morning, laughing at their shared misery.
Everything was all right.
The end.