Family Fun. Chapter Seven.
Title: Family Fun
Author: vampire_rogue/Starlight
Rating: Between PG-15 and R. Though there might be a few scenes that should be NC17. I'm not fully sure.
Pairings: Albus/Scorpius, Draco/Harry, Lorcan/Lysander, James/Hugo, Teddy/Victorie(past)
Summary: The Extended Weasley Family Reunion draws near and the Malfoy-Potter household is in full chaos as everyone is getting ready for it. During the coming weeks it wont just be the reunion they have to deal with.
Warnings: Twincest, cousincest, sexytimes, boylove, creature!lore, disgusting cuteness, randomness and possible psychoness and semi-crack at parts.
Beta: I need one. I've gotten better at all the grammar/spelling stuff I personally believe, but I know I've probably missed a lot. I would love it if someone wanted to volunteer...
Author's Rambles: This was started for Cheryl Dyson/dysonrules for her birthmonth last year(2009), but it never got finished. I used all the prompts from last year, and the year before as well as some she gave me personally. There will eventually be a post of them on my lj. She is amazing and I adore her. This is not amazing, but it was mostly sooo much fun to write. I finished it in March and have been rewriting it all of May. It is complete and if everyone approves, I can update it weekly, or biweekly, we'll see...
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. Though I do own the members of "Dysfunction." I kind of want to write their own story after this.
Rambles #2 Also, please, please not the warnings and pairings. I know they are not everyone's thing, but they were the fandom's suggested ships, and I just added them all.
Feedback: Is absolutely amazing and I love it.
Story Word Count: 50, 00+
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Rambles #3: I figured I should just finish posting it, so over the next few days/week I will. It is fifteen chapters in total. All previous chapters are still unbeta'd.
Family Fun/Birthmonth
Starlight/Rogue
Part Seven.
Saturday, June 28, 2025.
The two story house was grey in colour with red brick. It had two accessible floors and a basement that only a select handful could enter. There was a balcony that ran along the second floor with easy access from the double glass doors on either side of house. All the windows were painted black, so no light could get in. The front doors were wooden and thick. There was a geometrical sign etched into the wood with the word "Paranoid" in the centre.
At the end of the long driveway, a "No Trespassing" sign was stuck in the grass. The sign was mostly ignored except when someone was adding their signature to the colourful collage of names already there.
There was a line up of people from the cement steps to the front gate. The big burly bouncers at the front door were checking ID's as they let people in.
Only faint noise could be heard from the inside, a louder flash of music whenever a door opened.
A thin red head walked up to the front door, on the other side of the line up. Some of the crowd glared at her, and she waved back. The bouncer, a big man with short hair, smiled at her and lifted the red rope, letting her and her brunette friend pass without any questions. There was a quiet grumble in the crowd that the bouncer silenced with a stern look.
Inside the club, the walls and floors were painted black. The geometrical shape was painted all over the floor and walls and ceiling in glow in the dark colours. Music pounded loudly through the house as the DJ switched songs.
In a few hours the members of Dysfunction would take the stage and all other music on the first floor would stop. If you did not like the band, or you would rather dance to something else, the second floor was still open for that. But most of the patrons of Paranoid had been clubbing there since the first show and had grown to love the band as much as the owner did.
Speaking of the owner, he was sitting on the bar in the back of the club, his leather clad legs wrapped around the waist of a slim blond in front of him. The blond leaned back slightly, tilting his head to rest against the black haired man's chest and face the red head they were talking to.
Sitting on a bar stool, Fred Weasley pouted into his Pepsi and cast a glare at the stamp on his hand. The only reason he was even allowed in the club was his relation to Al Potter. That was the case with most of the youth who danced in the club.
"Stop whining," Al glared at his younger cousin. Fred Weasley was the pride and joy of his father's life, but even the infamous George Weasley could not understand why his son preferred books to pranks and libraries to parties. Albus did not think he'd ever actually seen Fred talk to a girl on his own.
At fifteen, Al found that atrocious. "The girl over there had been eyeing you since you sat down," he told the youth.
It was not true, but Fred did not need to know that.
Fred snorted and glared at his cousin. He pushed his drink towards the bartender. The only reason he was at the club that night was because his father hadn't wanted to leave him alone for the night and asked Albus to look after him. Al of course had turned around and ordered his security team to watch him like a hawk so he could have his night of no work with Scorpius.
The young brown haired man behind the bar winked at Fred and filled his glass again from a non descriptive bottle, before pouring the Pepsi in. Fred's eyes widened hugely and he turned to gap at Al. Albus rolled his eyes at his cousin, and Fred drained the glass, cringing before he scurried off to the dance floor.
"You know that won't work once he actually tastes alcohol," Al spared the bartender a look as the man smirked.
"Sure, but until then he's going to think Cousin Al is the coolest person to let him drink alcohol And eww, it tastes awful." The dark haired bartender brought the non-descriptive bottle to his lips and drank. "There is nothing more gross then pop and water."
"He'll probably embarrass himself tonight." Score grinned and shook his head. "And blame is on the alcohol." Ah, to be young and stupid again. Well, Score mentally corrected, to be young again. He had never been stupid. Until it involved getting together with Albus. That had been a disaster and a half until they figured it out.
Albus shook his head, laughing. He placed a kiss on Scorpius's neck and his boyfriend grinned up at him. Albus turned his green eyes to the bartender.
"Alex, love, you need to stop doing that. Someone might think you're giving minors alcohol. I could get in trouble. I could loose my club."
Alex snorted, a common gesture given his sophisticated upbringing. "You're Al Potter, the hell someone is going to take Paranoid from you. And if they try, most likely the young Wizards and Witches in the world with revolt."
"Too true." Stroking Scorpius's hair, Albus leaned back slightly and kissed Alex's cheek. "Why isn't your adorable ass on stage, Alex?"
"Because it's too busy behind the bar and will be for a few more hours." Alex smirked, and pushed his hair out of his brown eyes as he glanced down the bar. No one appeared to need anything so he turned his attention back to Albus.
"That's a pity," the black haired Potter pouted.
"Will you stop hitting on Alex, Al?" The voice was familiar as Lily's best friend, Diane, approached them.
"Probably not," Albus admitted. "I only don't flirt with Benny out of courtesy for you because he's your brother. Alex is fair game."
"That and you scared him when you threatened to cut off his balls." Scorpius smirked up at Albus and Al scowled down at him.
"Yes," Albus agreed, pouting at Scorpius. "That too, and thanks ever so much for reminding me of that horrifying thought."
"Never a problem Al," Scorpius teased.
The two smile at each other, and at Diane's side, Lily starts cursing seconds before the couple were kissing. Diane turns to the red head, impressed. "Are you clairvoyant?"
"Please, everything about those two ends in snogging or shagging." Lily shuddered delicately and looked forcefully away from her brothers.
"Or shagging and snogging," Albus agreed as he looked up from Scorpius's swollen lips.
"Always a favourite," Scorpius murmured.
The song changed and Al, watching Score out of the corner of his eye, pushed himself off the bar, so that he was pressed flush against Score's back, and stepped around his boyfriend to lead them to the dance floor. Both young men waved carelessly before they lost themselves in the crowd.
"Is your whole family here tonight?" Alex asked Lily as he poured the two girls drinks.
"Mostly," Lily admitted. "Though Teddy's still cranky from the full moon so he opted to stay away. He'll come watch you guys play next time, he promised."
"Good to know," Alex smiled.
#
It wasn't unusual for there to be minors in the club. Al had an agreement with the Ministry that aloud a select few minors to come in and dance. The rule was they had to be fifteen and older, and they were not allowed to drink. Since the crowd could get rowdy, Al had hired a security team on top of the bouncers, to keep an eye on his family and friends. They were to ensure that there was no underage drinking, since some of the bartenders didn't care for the rules. Al had fired a good number of people after finding his sister and Diane stumbling drunk. The only two exceptions to that rule, were Lorcan and Lysander Scamander.
That was mainly because the blond twins, while being in Ravenclaw like their mother, were manipulative enough to be in Slytherin. They looked out for each other first and for most, their friends after that, and the rest of the world only if they are feeling generous.
Lorcan slid up to Lysander, pressing a glass into his hand. Lorcan glanced at Lysander over the rim of his Muggle sunglasses, and caught his twin's smile.
The general world would find it narcissistic, but there was no one more attractive then Lysander. Not as far as Lorcan was concerned. Though he could vaguely remember Albus Severus saying something similar about Scorpius Malfoy, so it might be a matter of opinion. Lorcan still found it true.
Lysander smiled over the rim of his glass, a teasing grin that went straight to Lorcan's groin. He hated (loved) when Lysander smiled like that in public (and private).
"I want to dance," Lysander said.
Lorcan raised an eyebrow and waved his hand at the withering bodies in a 'be my guest' fashion. Lysander pouted, tongue flicking out to touch his top lip.
'Foul play,' Lorcan wanted to say, but he didn't. Lysander smirked anyway, knowingly.
"I wanted to dance with you, Lorcan." He traced his finger over the rim of his cup before sucking the digit into his mouth.
"Lysander," Lorcan hissed, glancing around the club. Besides for the random glances, no one was paying them attention. That would change the moment Lorcan jumped over the table and tackled Lysander to the ground. So Lorcan stayed rooted in his seat, and shook his head slightly. Lysander's smirk only deepened, as if he knew exactly what his twin was thinking. He probably did too.
Lysander grinned and drained his drink. "In that case" he all but purred, voice throaty and an echo of his cat-in-cream tone after sex. "You don't mind if I dance, do you?"
In public? Hell yes. Lysander danced like he was having sex. Lysander was already on the dance floor before Lorcan could argue.
The crowd parted, as it usually did for the striking pair. Lysander turned his head and smirked at his brother, one eyebrow arched in a suggestive manner. Lorcan stifled the urge to join his brother. It wouldn't be that unusual, after all, they had danced together at Paranoid before. It was Al's club after all, and Al wouldn't knowledgeably nor willingly allow anything to happen to them while they were there.
But Lorcan recognized a lot of the patrons, and he knew which of them had just graduated, and which still had siblings in Hogwarts. In Lorcan and Lysanders' year. Despite Al's influence, what happened at Paranoid did not always' stay there. Lorcan was not willing to risk Lysander getting hurt, just because some prat didn't like the thought of the twins dancing together. They certainly wouldn't like knowing what the twins got up to when no one else was around either, because it would make the dancing look like a minor infraction.
He had lost sight of Lysander; somehow during his thoughts his brother had strayed from his line of sight. Concern began churning his stomach. There were so many people in the club, and a lot of them wanted Lysander in one way or another.
"I can feel the tension coming off you." The sweetly familiar voice purred in his ear as arms wrapped around his shoulders and dangled down his chest. Lorcan turned his head to the left and met a pair of eyes identical to his own. "Not everyone's out to hurt people, Lor." Lysander's voice was sure. "And Albus Severus won't allow it in here."
There was always after. He didn't need to say it, because his brother had already heard it. "We can take care of ourselves. Just like we have before."
Lorcan's hands reached up and held onto his brother's forearms, before he stood up. What had happened once, Lorcan knew, could happen again. But Lysander was right, and they would be better prepared. Lorcan let himself be drawn into the massive crowed and tried to convince himself to relax as Lysander wrapped his body around Lorcan's and led them in a dance they both knew.
#
Lily swooped through the tables, vanishing glasses to the kitchen as she went. She had been forced to come and enjoy the band, which she would, but until then, she would do what she could to make the vein in Al's head stop throbbing. He and Scorpius had come for a night of relaxation, but Lily had first hand experience that whenever Albus arrived at the club on his night off, his assistant manager failed to live of to his job. Lily knew it was a combination of thinking he didn't have to (with Al here the owner was bound to do it) and pure laziness. She had snuck into the basement office earlier that night and found the stack of unfilled paperwork that Brian Whyte was suppose to have filled the week before. She knew this because she had been there when Al first opened the club, she had helped him with scheduling and contracts. She probably knew more about the club then Whyte did, given his amazing ability to not do his job.
Lily flashed a glare at a petite waitress when she scurried after Lily, muttering cleaning spells. "Sorry, Miss Potter, we got really busy."
"It's not my job on the line," Lily reminded her and the waitress blanched and fled away from Lily.
"That was mean," a voice laughed behind her. Lily forced the blush away, and turned with a polite smile. Jayden Parkinson was everything a pureblood shouldn't be, and he had had Lily Potter's adoration from the day he walked into Potions class when they were fourteen and told Professor Hemmingway where to shove his theory on Wolfsbane. While wearing eyeliner, with black fingernails.
Aunt Pansy had sent a descriptive letter of the pain he would feel if he failed to apologize to Hemmingway, and Jayden had thrown it into their common room fire before going back to his homework. Aunt Pansy never did torture him like she had promised. Though Lily had seen him that winter break in an outfit she knew Pansy Parkinson had created.
"It was truth though. You would think, with Al in the club, they would be prone to actually do their jobs." Fury burned through Lily quickly, and just as quickly it vanished. Jayden was laughing at her. "What?" she demanded but Jayden refused to say anything, he just laughed some more. "Dammit Jayden!" She smacked at his arm, but he had turned in time that her palm landed firmly on his chest.
"Jayden Parkinson!" Two male voices snapped over the change of the song, and Jayden burst into laughter as James Sirius and Albus Severus turned their attention to him.
"Hands off-"
"-My sister-"
"-Right now." The Potter brothers finished, arms crossed over their chests. Scorpius was rolling his eyes behind Albus, but he too was giving Jayden a glare.
"What if she had her hands on me?" Jayden teased. It had to be genes he had inherited from his mother showing themselves, but Jayden rarely found anything more fun then baiting a Potter.
"Would never happen," James decreed. Denial was deep in that one. Jayden and his mother had decided it was a combination of the Potter-Weasley genes on top of the bull headedness that made him a perfect Gryffindor.
"That's hurtful," Jayden said. "And false, see, since her hand is still on me." Lily glanced down at the object in question, glaring at it as if it offended her sensibilities. She retracted the disobedient hand, and kept it at her side.
"Be nice, boys," Lily scolded playfully. "We're in public, remember?"
"Right," Jayden said. Then he smirked insufferably at James before turning to Lily. "Since we are supposed to be on our best behaviour in public, it would be remiss if I didn't ask for a dance."
"Of course," Lily placed her hand on his held out arm. She didn't let her hand shake, but it took all her effort to stop it. "Manners dictate that I accept."
"Manners dictate no such thing," James argued, glaring bright blue eyes at Jayden.
Jayden's blue eyes laughed at James as he escorted Lily to the dance floor. "You need a refresher course Potter," he said, looking over his shoulder. James sputtered a response, but Lily turned her head to glare at him until he fell silent.
When they were far enough in the mesh of dancing people Lily looked up at her partner through narrowed green eyes. "If your hands end up any where near my arse, I will personally cut off your fingers."
Jayden grinned down at her, and Lily felt her heart speed up as he laughed. He was teasing her, but he was always teasing her. Lily was so used to being teased, being the youngest of five children, and the only female too, she rarely let it bother her.
"So, are you being tortured with the Weasley Reunion next week?" Jayden asked.
"Though I hardly consider it torture?" Lily remarked. "Yes, I am going."
"Hmm, Mother thought Uncle Draco would have changed Harry's mind this year."
"Nope," Lily smirked. "Dad still caved."
"Pity, it looks like Mother owes me 20 galleons."
Lily's mouth fell open and she shoved at Jayden's chest. "Don't you and your mother be betting on my family!" She scolded and Jayden laughed again. The DJ's music quieted making it easier to talk. The spells around the tables and bars weren't on the dance floor. It was hard to set up reverse silencing spells without a focal point for them.
Jayden looked towards the bar, where James Sirius Potter was lurking, watching them carefully. Hugo Weasley was at his side, as usual despite the age difference between them. Jayden gave him a cocky grin that he knew the Potter male saw before turning back to Lily. The Potter males seemed to bring out the worst of him.
"So, Mother acquired tickets to Psyche for next month" Jayden's hand pressed into her back as the young man spoke. "And I know how much you like them, so I was wondering if you would like to come with me."
Lily opened her mouth, then glanced to where Al was dancing with Score, before closing her mouth and sighing.
"Lil?" Jayden asked as the red head pouted.
"Al got me tickets to Psyche for graduation," she admitted. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with me. Diane really doesn't like them."
"I see," Jay said, his voice was flat with neither disappointment nor enthusiasm.
"Yah." Lily echoed just as flatly.
"Well, I'm right near the band... if..." Jayden looked away from her quickly, before looking back down at her.
"If I want to sell mine?" Lily guessed, gnawing on her lip thoughtfully.
"Well, yes," Jayden admitted. "But they were a present, so it's understandable if you're rather find someone else to go with."
"A graduation present that Albus passed off as a prank bargain." Lily murmured, not really hearing what Jayden said. Or if she did, she ignored it out of hand. After all, she was not turning down the only chance she's had in forever to actually spend time with Jayden without her brothers hovering.
"Hence..." Jayden caught on, forgetting his offer to find someone else. Lily narrowed her eyes as she looked through him, deep in thought.
"I should feel no pain when I make an amazing prophet off of them," She concluded with a smirk.
"Only if you want to go with me, that is," Jayden reached out and twirled a strand of Lily's smooth red hair around his finger.
Lily glanced up at him and smiled. "I don't think I know anyone who would appreciate a Psyche concert on the same level as we would." That was as good as a agreement Jayden knew he would get. So he smiled and loosened his hold on her.
#
James swallowed the remains of his drink and set it back on the bar as Alex pushed another into his hands.
"No killing people in Paranoid, James. Your brothers and fathers won't appreciate it," Alex reminded him.
"He has his hands on my sister," James argued. "He deserves to die. Slowly and painfully."
"Heaven forbid you ever have a daughter. Lil's an adult, James. Boys are aloud to find her attractive. And didn't I just have this conversation with Ben about Diane?" Alex shook his head and went to serve another customer.
"Jamie," Hugo teased as he walked up to the red haired Potter male. "Stop glaring daggers at Jayden. He and Lils are just friends." Hugo did not really believe that, but it was probably all that stopped James from storming over towards them when Jayden looked their way.
"Well, he doesn't have to hold her so close," James argued and Hugo rolled his eyes. He pulled on James's arm and lead the arguing Potter around the room and into the hallway that ducked into Al's office.
Hugo flipped on the light and pushed James into the office, closing and locking the door behind them.
"Hugo, what the hell?" James demanded.
Hugo shrugged. He reached out and pushed James against the door, hands undoing the stunned Seekers trousers. "It's kind of hot when you're over protective," he admitted, hand fastened around Jame's cock.
"Granted," he said, almost as an after thought as he stroked lightly. "It's also really obnoxious, so you should stop that before Lily beats you up."
James's moan broke off in a sharp gasp. "Crap, we're at the club!" he pushed at Hugo's shoulders but his lanky cousin withstood the Quidditch conditioned strength.
"You didn't have a problem with that the first time," Hugo reminded him. His voice was even as he leaned forward and licked James' lower lip.
"That was... we were... it's..." James sputtered and Hugo rolled his eyes.
"Shut up James and let me suck your cock."
James's mouth slammed shut, because really, how could he argue with that? Hugo had definitely learned a lot since that first time.
"Oh, Merlin, Hugo!"
#
Diane's brother was on stage, teasing the crowd with the bands sound check when Lily stepped up to the bar for a drink. Alex handed her a soda and laughed at the disgusted look on her face.
"I'm off shift, you want alcohol, talk to a bartender." He jumped on the bar and strapped his guitar around himself. He let a note rift through the room and the crowd screamed, parting so Alex could run at the stage.
Ben laughed, ducking behind their bassist as the drummer started up a rhythm and Alex threw himself onto centre stage.
"Well," he breathed, his voice amplified by the microphone. "That was fun, we should do it again someday."
"Maybe we have have you propel down from the roof?" Ben stepped around him and snapped the microphone up, twisting the cord around his hand. "I'm sure Al can figure something out."
"Only if he's naked!" Albus Severus called out from the crowd, inciting a couple of wolf whistles and loud cheers.
"So," Ben asked. "Who else wants to hear Naked?" Alex started up the rhythm flawlessly. "Feel free to drown out Albus'."
Lily laughed as the crowd screamed their encouragement. Al and Score were dancing in the middle of the group, wrapped around each other happily. The twins were closer to their table, using the spells around the table to communicate. Jayden was at the other end of the bar, and Lily couldn't see James or Hugo from her spot.
"I saw what you did there," Diane teased from beside her. Lily's friend laughed as Lily's face turned to match her hair.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she argued, knowing it was a lie.
"I call bullshit," Diane laughed at her. "You have known Jayden Parkinson since you were born almost, and the two of you have never ever danced together. At any school party or official dance, or even our graduation and you were the Slytherin Prefects! You were obligated to dance with each other."
"The music was terrible," Lily argued weekly, knowing her friend was right. When Jayden had teasingly refused to dance with her (her brothers and fathers were there after all) Lily felt for sure that it was time to get over her crush, finally. Then after the party, the pureblood showed up at her dorm room with upside down tulips and an apology. He really didn't want to die before leaving Hogwarts and her brothers were crazy. Lily's had accepted both and told him she was telling Pansy that he had raided her garden.
She still had the flowers in her bedroom.
"It was symphony music," Dianna defended halfheartedly. It had sucked till Dysfunction took over. It was good to have a brother in a kick awesome band.
She might be biased. Whatever.
"Exactly," Lily pointed out, trying to drop the subject.
#
James gasped sharply, one hand trying to cling to the wall while the other got lost in Hugo's crazy red hair. The Weasley only looked up to smirk before he once more wrapped his lips securely around James's cock. He knew where to lick, and when to suck to have James a quivering mess and he put every ounce of his considerable practice to the test.
"Oh, Merlin, oh God, Hugo, fuck." James's voice was barely more then a whisper, rough and heady with tension and the need to come.
Hugo licked the underside of James's cock before pulling away and leaning back on his heals to grin up at James. James was flushed and breathless, and staring at Hugo with a little bit of confusion mixed in with the lust. Hugo relished in the lustful look and ignored the deeper emotion, the one that neither of them were aloud to talk about. He undid his shirt slowly and tossed it onto Albus' desk.
Hugo stood up smoothly letting one hand splay on the inside of James' thigh, just a hairs breath away from his cock, as the other undid the buttons on James's shirt. His fingers lingered on the skin each button revealed. Circling and drawing designs on the available skin before opening another button and doing the same thing.
James's hand that had been tangled in Hugo's hair was resting at the base of his neck, and as Hugo played with the last of James's buttons, James pulled him forward and kissed him. A slow kiss, their mouths patient, as if they had all the time in the world to get onto other things and all they needed was to make out for a while. Then Hugo was picking up the hand that James was using to hold himself up and placed it on top of Hugo's trousers, urging him to unbuckle them.
And Hugo was pushing James up against the wall, quickening the lazy kiss and James could taste his own precum on Hugo's mouth, a taste not so unfamiliar to him, as Hugo urged their tongues back into James's mouth. Hugo was pushing away James's shirt, pulling it down James's arms before finally having to remove James's hands from Hugo to get the shirt off. When it was tossed over by Hugo's James's one hand went to unbuckle Hugo's trousers, pushing them down and out of the way. His thumb flicked over the tip of Hugo's hard cock.
"Commando," James grinned into the kiss. "You were just waiting to get me alone, weren't you?"
"Always," Hugo said. Then his entire body paused for half a second before rebooting.
James blinked up at him, not liking the thoughtful look in Hugo's eyes. It wasn't supposed to be there until after they shagged and James was doing everything he could to erase the proof that they had been there.
Not liking the look in Hugo's eyes, nor the sudden thoughts it put in James's mind, he concentrated on kissing the taller red head, pinching his arse playfully. Then he spun them around and pushed Hugo up against the wall, wordlessly summoning his trousers. Since the thing with Hugo had started, James had finally taken to carrying condoms with him. His Aunt Hermione would be - James forgot that train of thought very quickly as he focused on Hugo and what he knew drove the younger red head insane. James licked the back of Hugo's ear, and felt his cousin convulse under him.
"Merlin, James, please," Hugo plead and James carefully prepped him, one lubed finger at a time. He always tried to be careful about it because the last thing he wanted to ever do was hurt Hugo.
"More, God, please," Hugo gasped. James nuzzled the back of his neck as he ripped open the foil package.
"Soon, soon," he mouthed, leaving wet lines over Hugo's neck.
It was slow at first, always slow before James was sure he wouldn't hurt Hugo, then Hugo was pushing back against him and James picked up his pace, matching Hugo's thrusts.
#
Lysander had his hand up inside Lorcan's shirt, wrapped around his back while the other knotted its fingers around Lorcan's trouser belt loops. Lorcan, normally as stiff as a Slytherin was rumoured to be, was leaning into his twin, his arms moving to various placed along Lysander's body. Never did they touch anywhere inappropriate, but anyone walking by had to stop and drool a little bit over the fluency that the blond twins moved against each other.
A waitress walked by with a tray of drinks and Lorcan stole one off the tray, sniffing it before pressing the glass to his brothers lips. Lysander was getting thirsty, Lorcan knew. Lysander grinned in appreciation and tilted his neck back to swallow the drink. He looked over at his brother through lidded eyes, smirking. "Tasty," he drawled, voice low and slow.
"Hmm, I would imagine," Lorcan agreed, humming in the back of his throat as he leaned in further and nuzzled Lysander's neck.
"Oh, Merlin," Lysander moaned, and the inch that had been between their pelvises was gone. Lysander was pressed so completely against Lorcan that to pry the twins apart you would need a crowbar. Lorcan tilted the drink into his own mouth, desperate for something to keep him from kissing Lysander. His brother didn't seem to like that idea, as he licked his lips and looked into the shadowed corners.
"We wont make it to Whyte's office," Lysander said and Lorcan detached himself, biting back the whine at the loss of full body contact. Taking his brother's hand, and making sure that was the only part of them touching, he lead them towards the corner of the room.
The band switched to playing Dirty and as Ben and Alex sung the nasty, sexy lyrics Lorcan pushed Lysander into the corner and initiated the kiss.
Scorpius laughed softly as he watched the twins leave the dance floor and looked up at Albus with a knowing grin. "They do have a good idea."
"Sure they do," Albus agreed. He pulled out his wand and muttered a privacy spell at the twins, making sure no one would pay them any mind.
Albus looked back to the blond in front of him and reached out to draw his head into a lingering kiss. "I love you," he said. "I'm glad you didn't go to work tonight."
Scorpius sighed, and moved against Albus easily, content to just stay in the black haired man's arms. "I've missed you too."
#
James muttered a cleaning spell when he pulled away from Hugo, vanishing the condom and reaching for their clothes, glancing at the lock on the door as he did so.
James was buttoning up his shirt when Hugo reached for him, already fully dressed. He was always the first dressed. He leaned down and kissed James and James froze, looking up at Hugo, startled.
"Hugo? What's wrong?" James asked as he finished the last button on his shirt.
Hugo looked up at him and sighed. "I love you, James."
"Shit, Hugo!" James's blue eyes flashed around the room, confirming that they were alone. And Hugo only nodded when he saw it. "You can't say stuff like that!"
"No, I suppose I can't," he mused quietly. Then he straightened his shoulders and stared dead ahead, just over James' shoulder. "I love you, James, but I'm not going to sleep with you again."
"What?" James asked softly, as if his voice wouldn't go any higher then a whisper. He reached out to touch Hugo's arm. "Hugo, what's this about?"
"I love you," Hugo said again and James felt a little warm everywhere, because holy shit he meant it. He said it, and he meant it, and James couldn't wrap his mind around it. He was so struck on the confession that he almost missed the explanation for why Hugo was breaking up with him.
Oh, fuck.
TBC
And I'm off to work.
Author: vampire_rogue/Starlight
Rating: Between PG-15 and R. Though there might be a few scenes that should be NC17. I'm not fully sure.
Pairings: Albus/Scorpius, Draco/Harry, Lorcan/Lysander, James/Hugo, Teddy/Victorie(past)
Summary: The Extended Weasley Family Reunion draws near and the Malfoy-Potter household is in full chaos as everyone is getting ready for it. During the coming weeks it wont just be the reunion they have to deal with.
Warnings: Twincest, cousincest, sexytimes, boylove, creature!lore, disgusting cuteness, randomness and possible psychoness and semi-crack at parts.
Beta: I need one. I've gotten better at all the grammar/spelling stuff I personally believe, but I know I've probably missed a lot. I would love it if someone wanted to volunteer...
Author's Rambles: This was started for Cheryl Dyson/dysonrules for her birthmonth last year(2009), but it never got finished. I used all the prompts from last year, and the year before as well as some she gave me personally. There will eventually be a post of them on my lj. She is amazing and I adore her. This is not amazing, but it was mostly sooo much fun to write. I finished it in March and have been rewriting it all of May. It is complete and if everyone approves, I can update it weekly, or biweekly, we'll see...
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. Though I do own the members of "Dysfunction." I kind of want to write their own story after this.
Rambles #2 Also, please, please not the warnings and pairings. I know they are not everyone's thing, but they were the fandom's suggested ships, and I just added them all.
Feedback: Is absolutely amazing and I love it.
Story Word Count: 50, 00+
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Rambles #3: I figured I should just finish posting it, so over the next few days/week I will. It is fifteen chapters in total. All previous chapters are still unbeta'd.
Family Fun/Birthmonth
Starlight/Rogue
Part Seven.
Saturday, June 28, 2025.
The two story house was grey in colour with red brick. It had two accessible floors and a basement that only a select handful could enter. There was a balcony that ran along the second floor with easy access from the double glass doors on either side of house. All the windows were painted black, so no light could get in. The front doors were wooden and thick. There was a geometrical sign etched into the wood with the word "Paranoid" in the centre.
At the end of the long driveway, a "No Trespassing" sign was stuck in the grass. The sign was mostly ignored except when someone was adding their signature to the colourful collage of names already there.
There was a line up of people from the cement steps to the front gate. The big burly bouncers at the front door were checking ID's as they let people in.
Only faint noise could be heard from the inside, a louder flash of music whenever a door opened.
A thin red head walked up to the front door, on the other side of the line up. Some of the crowd glared at her, and she waved back. The bouncer, a big man with short hair, smiled at her and lifted the red rope, letting her and her brunette friend pass without any questions. There was a quiet grumble in the crowd that the bouncer silenced with a stern look.
Inside the club, the walls and floors were painted black. The geometrical shape was painted all over the floor and walls and ceiling in glow in the dark colours. Music pounded loudly through the house as the DJ switched songs.
In a few hours the members of Dysfunction would take the stage and all other music on the first floor would stop. If you did not like the band, or you would rather dance to something else, the second floor was still open for that. But most of the patrons of Paranoid had been clubbing there since the first show and had grown to love the band as much as the owner did.
Speaking of the owner, he was sitting on the bar in the back of the club, his leather clad legs wrapped around the waist of a slim blond in front of him. The blond leaned back slightly, tilting his head to rest against the black haired man's chest and face the red head they were talking to.
Sitting on a bar stool, Fred Weasley pouted into his Pepsi and cast a glare at the stamp on his hand. The only reason he was even allowed in the club was his relation to Al Potter. That was the case with most of the youth who danced in the club.
"Stop whining," Al glared at his younger cousin. Fred Weasley was the pride and joy of his father's life, but even the infamous George Weasley could not understand why his son preferred books to pranks and libraries to parties. Albus did not think he'd ever actually seen Fred talk to a girl on his own.
At fifteen, Al found that atrocious. "The girl over there had been eyeing you since you sat down," he told the youth.
It was not true, but Fred did not need to know that.
Fred snorted and glared at his cousin. He pushed his drink towards the bartender. The only reason he was at the club that night was because his father hadn't wanted to leave him alone for the night and asked Albus to look after him. Al of course had turned around and ordered his security team to watch him like a hawk so he could have his night of no work with Scorpius.
The young brown haired man behind the bar winked at Fred and filled his glass again from a non descriptive bottle, before pouring the Pepsi in. Fred's eyes widened hugely and he turned to gap at Al. Albus rolled his eyes at his cousin, and Fred drained the glass, cringing before he scurried off to the dance floor.
"You know that won't work once he actually tastes alcohol," Al spared the bartender a look as the man smirked.
"Sure, but until then he's going to think Cousin Al is the coolest person to let him drink alcohol And eww, it tastes awful." The dark haired bartender brought the non-descriptive bottle to his lips and drank. "There is nothing more gross then pop and water."
"He'll probably embarrass himself tonight." Score grinned and shook his head. "And blame is on the alcohol." Ah, to be young and stupid again. Well, Score mentally corrected, to be young again. He had never been stupid. Until it involved getting together with Albus. That had been a disaster and a half until they figured it out.
Albus shook his head, laughing. He placed a kiss on Scorpius's neck and his boyfriend grinned up at him. Albus turned his green eyes to the bartender.
"Alex, love, you need to stop doing that. Someone might think you're giving minors alcohol. I could get in trouble. I could loose my club."
Alex snorted, a common gesture given his sophisticated upbringing. "You're Al Potter, the hell someone is going to take Paranoid from you. And if they try, most likely the young Wizards and Witches in the world with revolt."
"Too true." Stroking Scorpius's hair, Albus leaned back slightly and kissed Alex's cheek. "Why isn't your adorable ass on stage, Alex?"
"Because it's too busy behind the bar and will be for a few more hours." Alex smirked, and pushed his hair out of his brown eyes as he glanced down the bar. No one appeared to need anything so he turned his attention back to Albus.
"That's a pity," the black haired Potter pouted.
"Will you stop hitting on Alex, Al?" The voice was familiar as Lily's best friend, Diane, approached them.
"Probably not," Albus admitted. "I only don't flirt with Benny out of courtesy for you because he's your brother. Alex is fair game."
"That and you scared him when you threatened to cut off his balls." Scorpius smirked up at Albus and Al scowled down at him.
"Yes," Albus agreed, pouting at Scorpius. "That too, and thanks ever so much for reminding me of that horrifying thought."
"Never a problem Al," Scorpius teased.
The two smile at each other, and at Diane's side, Lily starts cursing seconds before the couple were kissing. Diane turns to the red head, impressed. "Are you clairvoyant?"
"Please, everything about those two ends in snogging or shagging." Lily shuddered delicately and looked forcefully away from her brothers.
"Or shagging and snogging," Albus agreed as he looked up from Scorpius's swollen lips.
"Always a favourite," Scorpius murmured.
The song changed and Al, watching Score out of the corner of his eye, pushed himself off the bar, so that he was pressed flush against Score's back, and stepped around his boyfriend to lead them to the dance floor. Both young men waved carelessly before they lost themselves in the crowd.
"Is your whole family here tonight?" Alex asked Lily as he poured the two girls drinks.
"Mostly," Lily admitted. "Though Teddy's still cranky from the full moon so he opted to stay away. He'll come watch you guys play next time, he promised."
"Good to know," Alex smiled.
#
It wasn't unusual for there to be minors in the club. Al had an agreement with the Ministry that aloud a select few minors to come in and dance. The rule was they had to be fifteen and older, and they were not allowed to drink. Since the crowd could get rowdy, Al had hired a security team on top of the bouncers, to keep an eye on his family and friends. They were to ensure that there was no underage drinking, since some of the bartenders didn't care for the rules. Al had fired a good number of people after finding his sister and Diane stumbling drunk. The only two exceptions to that rule, were Lorcan and Lysander Scamander.
That was mainly because the blond twins, while being in Ravenclaw like their mother, were manipulative enough to be in Slytherin. They looked out for each other first and for most, their friends after that, and the rest of the world only if they are feeling generous.
Lorcan slid up to Lysander, pressing a glass into his hand. Lorcan glanced at Lysander over the rim of his Muggle sunglasses, and caught his twin's smile.
The general world would find it narcissistic, but there was no one more attractive then Lysander. Not as far as Lorcan was concerned. Though he could vaguely remember Albus Severus saying something similar about Scorpius Malfoy, so it might be a matter of opinion. Lorcan still found it true.
Lysander smiled over the rim of his glass, a teasing grin that went straight to Lorcan's groin. He hated (loved) when Lysander smiled like that in public (and private).
"I want to dance," Lysander said.
Lorcan raised an eyebrow and waved his hand at the withering bodies in a 'be my guest' fashion. Lysander pouted, tongue flicking out to touch his top lip.
'Foul play,' Lorcan wanted to say, but he didn't. Lysander smirked anyway, knowingly.
"I wanted to dance with you, Lorcan." He traced his finger over the rim of his cup before sucking the digit into his mouth.
"Lysander," Lorcan hissed, glancing around the club. Besides for the random glances, no one was paying them attention. That would change the moment Lorcan jumped over the table and tackled Lysander to the ground. So Lorcan stayed rooted in his seat, and shook his head slightly. Lysander's smirk only deepened, as if he knew exactly what his twin was thinking. He probably did too.
Lysander grinned and drained his drink. "In that case" he all but purred, voice throaty and an echo of his cat-in-cream tone after sex. "You don't mind if I dance, do you?"
In public? Hell yes. Lysander danced like he was having sex. Lysander was already on the dance floor before Lorcan could argue.
The crowd parted, as it usually did for the striking pair. Lysander turned his head and smirked at his brother, one eyebrow arched in a suggestive manner. Lorcan stifled the urge to join his brother. It wouldn't be that unusual, after all, they had danced together at Paranoid before. It was Al's club after all, and Al wouldn't knowledgeably nor willingly allow anything to happen to them while they were there.
But Lorcan recognized a lot of the patrons, and he knew which of them had just graduated, and which still had siblings in Hogwarts. In Lorcan and Lysanders' year. Despite Al's influence, what happened at Paranoid did not always' stay there. Lorcan was not willing to risk Lysander getting hurt, just because some prat didn't like the thought of the twins dancing together. They certainly wouldn't like knowing what the twins got up to when no one else was around either, because it would make the dancing look like a minor infraction.
He had lost sight of Lysander; somehow during his thoughts his brother had strayed from his line of sight. Concern began churning his stomach. There were so many people in the club, and a lot of them wanted Lysander in one way or another.
"I can feel the tension coming off you." The sweetly familiar voice purred in his ear as arms wrapped around his shoulders and dangled down his chest. Lorcan turned his head to the left and met a pair of eyes identical to his own. "Not everyone's out to hurt people, Lor." Lysander's voice was sure. "And Albus Severus won't allow it in here."
There was always after. He didn't need to say it, because his brother had already heard it. "We can take care of ourselves. Just like we have before."
Lorcan's hands reached up and held onto his brother's forearms, before he stood up. What had happened once, Lorcan knew, could happen again. But Lysander was right, and they would be better prepared. Lorcan let himself be drawn into the massive crowed and tried to convince himself to relax as Lysander wrapped his body around Lorcan's and led them in a dance they both knew.
#
Lily swooped through the tables, vanishing glasses to the kitchen as she went. She had been forced to come and enjoy the band, which she would, but until then, she would do what she could to make the vein in Al's head stop throbbing. He and Scorpius had come for a night of relaxation, but Lily had first hand experience that whenever Albus arrived at the club on his night off, his assistant manager failed to live of to his job. Lily knew it was a combination of thinking he didn't have to (with Al here the owner was bound to do it) and pure laziness. She had snuck into the basement office earlier that night and found the stack of unfilled paperwork that Brian Whyte was suppose to have filled the week before. She knew this because she had been there when Al first opened the club, she had helped him with scheduling and contracts. She probably knew more about the club then Whyte did, given his amazing ability to not do his job.
Lily flashed a glare at a petite waitress when she scurried after Lily, muttering cleaning spells. "Sorry, Miss Potter, we got really busy."
"It's not my job on the line," Lily reminded her and the waitress blanched and fled away from Lily.
"That was mean," a voice laughed behind her. Lily forced the blush away, and turned with a polite smile. Jayden Parkinson was everything a pureblood shouldn't be, and he had had Lily Potter's adoration from the day he walked into Potions class when they were fourteen and told Professor Hemmingway where to shove his theory on Wolfsbane. While wearing eyeliner, with black fingernails.
Aunt Pansy had sent a descriptive letter of the pain he would feel if he failed to apologize to Hemmingway, and Jayden had thrown it into their common room fire before going back to his homework. Aunt Pansy never did torture him like she had promised. Though Lily had seen him that winter break in an outfit she knew Pansy Parkinson had created.
"It was truth though. You would think, with Al in the club, they would be prone to actually do their jobs." Fury burned through Lily quickly, and just as quickly it vanished. Jayden was laughing at her. "What?" she demanded but Jayden refused to say anything, he just laughed some more. "Dammit Jayden!" She smacked at his arm, but he had turned in time that her palm landed firmly on his chest.
"Jayden Parkinson!" Two male voices snapped over the change of the song, and Jayden burst into laughter as James Sirius and Albus Severus turned their attention to him.
"Hands off-"
"-My sister-"
"-Right now." The Potter brothers finished, arms crossed over their chests. Scorpius was rolling his eyes behind Albus, but he too was giving Jayden a glare.
"What if she had her hands on me?" Jayden teased. It had to be genes he had inherited from his mother showing themselves, but Jayden rarely found anything more fun then baiting a Potter.
"Would never happen," James decreed. Denial was deep in that one. Jayden and his mother had decided it was a combination of the Potter-Weasley genes on top of the bull headedness that made him a perfect Gryffindor.
"That's hurtful," Jayden said. "And false, see, since her hand is still on me." Lily glanced down at the object in question, glaring at it as if it offended her sensibilities. She retracted the disobedient hand, and kept it at her side.
"Be nice, boys," Lily scolded playfully. "We're in public, remember?"
"Right," Jayden said. Then he smirked insufferably at James before turning to Lily. "Since we are supposed to be on our best behaviour in public, it would be remiss if I didn't ask for a dance."
"Of course," Lily placed her hand on his held out arm. She didn't let her hand shake, but it took all her effort to stop it. "Manners dictate that I accept."
"Manners dictate no such thing," James argued, glaring bright blue eyes at Jayden.
Jayden's blue eyes laughed at James as he escorted Lily to the dance floor. "You need a refresher course Potter," he said, looking over his shoulder. James sputtered a response, but Lily turned her head to glare at him until he fell silent.
When they were far enough in the mesh of dancing people Lily looked up at her partner through narrowed green eyes. "If your hands end up any where near my arse, I will personally cut off your fingers."
Jayden grinned down at her, and Lily felt her heart speed up as he laughed. He was teasing her, but he was always teasing her. Lily was so used to being teased, being the youngest of five children, and the only female too, she rarely let it bother her.
"So, are you being tortured with the Weasley Reunion next week?" Jayden asked.
"Though I hardly consider it torture?" Lily remarked. "Yes, I am going."
"Hmm, Mother thought Uncle Draco would have changed Harry's mind this year."
"Nope," Lily smirked. "Dad still caved."
"Pity, it looks like Mother owes me 20 galleons."
Lily's mouth fell open and she shoved at Jayden's chest. "Don't you and your mother be betting on my family!" She scolded and Jayden laughed again. The DJ's music quieted making it easier to talk. The spells around the tables and bars weren't on the dance floor. It was hard to set up reverse silencing spells without a focal point for them.
Jayden looked towards the bar, where James Sirius Potter was lurking, watching them carefully. Hugo Weasley was at his side, as usual despite the age difference between them. Jayden gave him a cocky grin that he knew the Potter male saw before turning back to Lily. The Potter males seemed to bring out the worst of him.
"So, Mother acquired tickets to Psyche for next month" Jayden's hand pressed into her back as the young man spoke. "And I know how much you like them, so I was wondering if you would like to come with me."
Lily opened her mouth, then glanced to where Al was dancing with Score, before closing her mouth and sighing.
"Lil?" Jayden asked as the red head pouted.
"Al got me tickets to Psyche for graduation," she admitted. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with me. Diane really doesn't like them."
"I see," Jay said, his voice was flat with neither disappointment nor enthusiasm.
"Yah." Lily echoed just as flatly.
"Well, I'm right near the band... if..." Jayden looked away from her quickly, before looking back down at her.
"If I want to sell mine?" Lily guessed, gnawing on her lip thoughtfully.
"Well, yes," Jayden admitted. "But they were a present, so it's understandable if you're rather find someone else to go with."
"A graduation present that Albus passed off as a prank bargain." Lily murmured, not really hearing what Jayden said. Or if she did, she ignored it out of hand. After all, she was not turning down the only chance she's had in forever to actually spend time with Jayden without her brothers hovering.
"Hence..." Jayden caught on, forgetting his offer to find someone else. Lily narrowed her eyes as she looked through him, deep in thought.
"I should feel no pain when I make an amazing prophet off of them," She concluded with a smirk.
"Only if you want to go with me, that is," Jayden reached out and twirled a strand of Lily's smooth red hair around his finger.
Lily glanced up at him and smiled. "I don't think I know anyone who would appreciate a Psyche concert on the same level as we would." That was as good as a agreement Jayden knew he would get. So he smiled and loosened his hold on her.
#
James swallowed the remains of his drink and set it back on the bar as Alex pushed another into his hands.
"No killing people in Paranoid, James. Your brothers and fathers won't appreciate it," Alex reminded him.
"He has his hands on my sister," James argued. "He deserves to die. Slowly and painfully."
"Heaven forbid you ever have a daughter. Lil's an adult, James. Boys are aloud to find her attractive. And didn't I just have this conversation with Ben about Diane?" Alex shook his head and went to serve another customer.
"Jamie," Hugo teased as he walked up to the red haired Potter male. "Stop glaring daggers at Jayden. He and Lils are just friends." Hugo did not really believe that, but it was probably all that stopped James from storming over towards them when Jayden looked their way.
"Well, he doesn't have to hold her so close," James argued and Hugo rolled his eyes. He pulled on James's arm and lead the arguing Potter around the room and into the hallway that ducked into Al's office.
Hugo flipped on the light and pushed James into the office, closing and locking the door behind them.
"Hugo, what the hell?" James demanded.
Hugo shrugged. He reached out and pushed James against the door, hands undoing the stunned Seekers trousers. "It's kind of hot when you're over protective," he admitted, hand fastened around Jame's cock.
"Granted," he said, almost as an after thought as he stroked lightly. "It's also really obnoxious, so you should stop that before Lily beats you up."
James's moan broke off in a sharp gasp. "Crap, we're at the club!" he pushed at Hugo's shoulders but his lanky cousin withstood the Quidditch conditioned strength.
"You didn't have a problem with that the first time," Hugo reminded him. His voice was even as he leaned forward and licked James' lower lip.
"That was... we were... it's..." James sputtered and Hugo rolled his eyes.
"Shut up James and let me suck your cock."
James's mouth slammed shut, because really, how could he argue with that? Hugo had definitely learned a lot since that first time.
"Oh, Merlin, Hugo!"
#
Diane's brother was on stage, teasing the crowd with the bands sound check when Lily stepped up to the bar for a drink. Alex handed her a soda and laughed at the disgusted look on her face.
"I'm off shift, you want alcohol, talk to a bartender." He jumped on the bar and strapped his guitar around himself. He let a note rift through the room and the crowd screamed, parting so Alex could run at the stage.
Ben laughed, ducking behind their bassist as the drummer started up a rhythm and Alex threw himself onto centre stage.
"Well," he breathed, his voice amplified by the microphone. "That was fun, we should do it again someday."
"Maybe we have have you propel down from the roof?" Ben stepped around him and snapped the microphone up, twisting the cord around his hand. "I'm sure Al can figure something out."
"Only if he's naked!" Albus Severus called out from the crowd, inciting a couple of wolf whistles and loud cheers.
"So," Ben asked. "Who else wants to hear Naked?" Alex started up the rhythm flawlessly. "Feel free to drown out Albus'."
Lily laughed as the crowd screamed their encouragement. Al and Score were dancing in the middle of the group, wrapped around each other happily. The twins were closer to their table, using the spells around the table to communicate. Jayden was at the other end of the bar, and Lily couldn't see James or Hugo from her spot.
"I saw what you did there," Diane teased from beside her. Lily's friend laughed as Lily's face turned to match her hair.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she argued, knowing it was a lie.
"I call bullshit," Diane laughed at her. "You have known Jayden Parkinson since you were born almost, and the two of you have never ever danced together. At any school party or official dance, or even our graduation and you were the Slytherin Prefects! You were obligated to dance with each other."
"The music was terrible," Lily argued weekly, knowing her friend was right. When Jayden had teasingly refused to dance with her (her brothers and fathers were there after all) Lily felt for sure that it was time to get over her crush, finally. Then after the party, the pureblood showed up at her dorm room with upside down tulips and an apology. He really didn't want to die before leaving Hogwarts and her brothers were crazy. Lily's had accepted both and told him she was telling Pansy that he had raided her garden.
She still had the flowers in her bedroom.
"It was symphony music," Dianna defended halfheartedly. It had sucked till Dysfunction took over. It was good to have a brother in a kick awesome band.
She might be biased. Whatever.
"Exactly," Lily pointed out, trying to drop the subject.
#
James gasped sharply, one hand trying to cling to the wall while the other got lost in Hugo's crazy red hair. The Weasley only looked up to smirk before he once more wrapped his lips securely around James's cock. He knew where to lick, and when to suck to have James a quivering mess and he put every ounce of his considerable practice to the test.
"Oh, Merlin, oh God, Hugo, fuck." James's voice was barely more then a whisper, rough and heady with tension and the need to come.
Hugo licked the underside of James's cock before pulling away and leaning back on his heals to grin up at James. James was flushed and breathless, and staring at Hugo with a little bit of confusion mixed in with the lust. Hugo relished in the lustful look and ignored the deeper emotion, the one that neither of them were aloud to talk about. He undid his shirt slowly and tossed it onto Albus' desk.
Hugo stood up smoothly letting one hand splay on the inside of James' thigh, just a hairs breath away from his cock, as the other undid the buttons on James's shirt. His fingers lingered on the skin each button revealed. Circling and drawing designs on the available skin before opening another button and doing the same thing.
James's hand that had been tangled in Hugo's hair was resting at the base of his neck, and as Hugo played with the last of James's buttons, James pulled him forward and kissed him. A slow kiss, their mouths patient, as if they had all the time in the world to get onto other things and all they needed was to make out for a while. Then Hugo was picking up the hand that James was using to hold himself up and placed it on top of Hugo's trousers, urging him to unbuckle them.
And Hugo was pushing James up against the wall, quickening the lazy kiss and James could taste his own precum on Hugo's mouth, a taste not so unfamiliar to him, as Hugo urged their tongues back into James's mouth. Hugo was pushing away James's shirt, pulling it down James's arms before finally having to remove James's hands from Hugo to get the shirt off. When it was tossed over by Hugo's James's one hand went to unbuckle Hugo's trousers, pushing them down and out of the way. His thumb flicked over the tip of Hugo's hard cock.
"Commando," James grinned into the kiss. "You were just waiting to get me alone, weren't you?"
"Always," Hugo said. Then his entire body paused for half a second before rebooting.
James blinked up at him, not liking the thoughtful look in Hugo's eyes. It wasn't supposed to be there until after they shagged and James was doing everything he could to erase the proof that they had been there.
Not liking the look in Hugo's eyes, nor the sudden thoughts it put in James's mind, he concentrated on kissing the taller red head, pinching his arse playfully. Then he spun them around and pushed Hugo up against the wall, wordlessly summoning his trousers. Since the thing with Hugo had started, James had finally taken to carrying condoms with him. His Aunt Hermione would be - James forgot that train of thought very quickly as he focused on Hugo and what he knew drove the younger red head insane. James licked the back of Hugo's ear, and felt his cousin convulse under him.
"Merlin, James, please," Hugo plead and James carefully prepped him, one lubed finger at a time. He always tried to be careful about it because the last thing he wanted to ever do was hurt Hugo.
"More, God, please," Hugo gasped. James nuzzled the back of his neck as he ripped open the foil package.
"Soon, soon," he mouthed, leaving wet lines over Hugo's neck.
It was slow at first, always slow before James was sure he wouldn't hurt Hugo, then Hugo was pushing back against him and James picked up his pace, matching Hugo's thrusts.
#
Lysander had his hand up inside Lorcan's shirt, wrapped around his back while the other knotted its fingers around Lorcan's trouser belt loops. Lorcan, normally as stiff as a Slytherin was rumoured to be, was leaning into his twin, his arms moving to various placed along Lysander's body. Never did they touch anywhere inappropriate, but anyone walking by had to stop and drool a little bit over the fluency that the blond twins moved against each other.
A waitress walked by with a tray of drinks and Lorcan stole one off the tray, sniffing it before pressing the glass to his brothers lips. Lysander was getting thirsty, Lorcan knew. Lysander grinned in appreciation and tilted his neck back to swallow the drink. He looked over at his brother through lidded eyes, smirking. "Tasty," he drawled, voice low and slow.
"Hmm, I would imagine," Lorcan agreed, humming in the back of his throat as he leaned in further and nuzzled Lysander's neck.
"Oh, Merlin," Lysander moaned, and the inch that had been between their pelvises was gone. Lysander was pressed so completely against Lorcan that to pry the twins apart you would need a crowbar. Lorcan tilted the drink into his own mouth, desperate for something to keep him from kissing Lysander. His brother didn't seem to like that idea, as he licked his lips and looked into the shadowed corners.
"We wont make it to Whyte's office," Lysander said and Lorcan detached himself, biting back the whine at the loss of full body contact. Taking his brother's hand, and making sure that was the only part of them touching, he lead them towards the corner of the room.
The band switched to playing Dirty and as Ben and Alex sung the nasty, sexy lyrics Lorcan pushed Lysander into the corner and initiated the kiss.
Scorpius laughed softly as he watched the twins leave the dance floor and looked up at Albus with a knowing grin. "They do have a good idea."
"Sure they do," Albus agreed. He pulled out his wand and muttered a privacy spell at the twins, making sure no one would pay them any mind.
Albus looked back to the blond in front of him and reached out to draw his head into a lingering kiss. "I love you," he said. "I'm glad you didn't go to work tonight."
Scorpius sighed, and moved against Albus easily, content to just stay in the black haired man's arms. "I've missed you too."
#
James muttered a cleaning spell when he pulled away from Hugo, vanishing the condom and reaching for their clothes, glancing at the lock on the door as he did so.
James was buttoning up his shirt when Hugo reached for him, already fully dressed. He was always the first dressed. He leaned down and kissed James and James froze, looking up at Hugo, startled.
"Hugo? What's wrong?" James asked as he finished the last button on his shirt.
Hugo looked up at him and sighed. "I love you, James."
"Shit, Hugo!" James's blue eyes flashed around the room, confirming that they were alone. And Hugo only nodded when he saw it. "You can't say stuff like that!"
"No, I suppose I can't," he mused quietly. Then he straightened his shoulders and stared dead ahead, just over James' shoulder. "I love you, James, but I'm not going to sleep with you again."
"What?" James asked softly, as if his voice wouldn't go any higher then a whisper. He reached out to touch Hugo's arm. "Hugo, what's this about?"
"I love you," Hugo said again and James felt a little warm everywhere, because holy shit he meant it. He said it, and he meant it, and James couldn't wrap his mind around it. He was so struck on the confession that he almost missed the explanation for why Hugo was breaking up with him.
Oh, fuck.
TBC
And I'm off to work.