Winter Shorts 2008 Round Two: Fic - Make Love, Not War - PG-13
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Title: Make Love, Not War
Name: tomatoe18
Prompt: #133 - An unexpected comeback, champagne, rivalry, faith.
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 807
Rating: PG-13
Betas: aldehyde
Author's Notes: There's fluff in this fic. *grins*
Summary: Albus takes a stand against his family. Harry and Draco bear witness. Unfortunately.
Albus sat down on the plush sofa in the Malfoy Manor next to his new boyfriend. Scorpius smiled as he handed Albus a flute of Muggle liquor that they had purchased together for this momentous occasion. They toasted each other and, after taking a sip or two, Albus pulled Scorpius towards him and kissed his boyfriend’s champagne-flavored lips.
Between them, Albus was definitely the more dominant one and Scorpius did love being dominated by his boyfriend, but tonight he wasn’t about to let Albus have all the fun. So Scorpius made an unexpected comeback from his state of submission by fisting Albus’ hair, forcing Albus to relent his ardent pressure a bit. Albus hissed but the pain on the roots of his hair sent a wave of arousal straight to his crotch. Scorpius grinned; aroused was exactly what he wanted Albus to be right now.
Things were only just starting to become deliciously hot and heavy when the door was slammed open and two murderous-looking adults entered the room. It took them a while to shake the lust out of their brain before they could grasp the fact that the ones who had interrupted their snog session were their fathers.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were apoplectic. Sporting nasty red blotches on their faces, it was entirely possible that they might combust any second now. Whether the combustion might be caused by anger over their sons’ relationship or embarrassment at having caught them tongue twisting, however, was still unclear.
By the time one of the adults - Scorpius’ father - opened his mouth to speak, Albus had recollected his wits and raised his hand to silence the man.
“Dad, Mr. Malfoy, how nice of you to have joined us,” Albus greeted, smirking. “Next time, do knock. We could’ve been shagging, you know?”
Both men spluttered incoherently in reaction.
“In case you are wondering,” Albus announced, “Yes, Scorpius and I are together, seeing each other, dating... and we’re not going to stop doing this just because you say so. So, I suggest, dear fathers, get used to it.”
Then Albus sauntered back to the love seat and dropped himself on Scorpius’ lap. Scorpius’ wrapped his arms around Albus’ waist and kissed his neck. Albus turned around and returned the favor with a kiss to Scorpius’ cute pointed nose. Scorpius giggled and swept Albus’ lips with his tongue. They projected the image of kittens in heat, which was not very far from the truth, and would’ve proceeded to bunny-like shagging if it hadn’t been for their fathers loitering in the room.
Realizing that they were still there, Albus and Scorpius broke contact and turned to stare exasperatedly at the two men and were met with the resigned faces of their fathers.
Then Harry managed to find his voice to ask the question that he and Draco desperately needed an answer to: “Why?”
Albus clenched his jaw and sneered. “Why do you think, Dad? Didn’t it ever occur to you that I was sick and tired of the bloody pathetic rivalry between the Potters and the Malfoys? It’s been thirty fucking years, Dad, and you two are still at each other’s throats.”
Harry and Draco swallowed inaudibly and began to fidget and squirm on their spots. They began exchanging guilty looks with each other but Albus wasn’t satisfied yet. Scorpius was torn between laughing and feeling sorry for them.
“I understand that you couldn’t be friends because of Voldemort and the whole thing about the war. I’ve learned to accept that you might never be friends for the rest of your lives. But when you ask me, and also Scorpius, to continue this so-called competition just for the sake of being bastardly to each other? That, Dad, even you have to admit, is all kinds of pathetic rolled into one!”
Scorpius snickered. Albus winked at him conspiratorially before refocusing his attention on their fathers.
“But you know what the last straw is?” Albus asked. “It’s when Uncle Ron asked me to carry on the bloody 'family tradition' of besting the Malfoys at everything, ‘including but not limited to giving the Malfoy kid absolute hell on the Quidditch pitch, Potions class and everywhere else you can think of’! That was too much - I couldn’t take it!”
Finally, he concluded, “In the end, I decided, enough with this idiocy! I’m NOT going to carry on ‘the tradition’. I’m going to be different from the Potters and Weasleys before me. I’m going to make love to a Malfoy and not war!”
Albus solidified his statement by pouncing on Scorpius and proceeding to do just that. As he marked Scorpius’ skin with his teeth, he was convinced there would be a truce between the Potters and the Malfoys and everyone associated to their families from now on. Albus had absolute faith in their poor, traumatized fathers.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Title: Make Love, Not War
Name: tomatoe18
Prompt: #133 - An unexpected comeback, champagne, rivalry, faith.
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 807
Rating: PG-13
Betas: aldehyde
Author's Notes: There's fluff in this fic. *grins*
Summary: Albus takes a stand against his family. Harry and Draco bear witness. Unfortunately.
Albus sat down on the plush sofa in the Malfoy Manor next to his new boyfriend. Scorpius smiled as he handed Albus a flute of Muggle liquor that they had purchased together for this momentous occasion. They toasted each other and, after taking a sip or two, Albus pulled Scorpius towards him and kissed his boyfriend’s champagne-flavored lips.
Between them, Albus was definitely the more dominant one and Scorpius did love being dominated by his boyfriend, but tonight he wasn’t about to let Albus have all the fun. So Scorpius made an unexpected comeback from his state of submission by fisting Albus’ hair, forcing Albus to relent his ardent pressure a bit. Albus hissed but the pain on the roots of his hair sent a wave of arousal straight to his crotch. Scorpius grinned; aroused was exactly what he wanted Albus to be right now.
Things were only just starting to become deliciously hot and heavy when the door was slammed open and two murderous-looking adults entered the room. It took them a while to shake the lust out of their brain before they could grasp the fact that the ones who had interrupted their snog session were their fathers.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were apoplectic. Sporting nasty red blotches on their faces, it was entirely possible that they might combust any second now. Whether the combustion might be caused by anger over their sons’ relationship or embarrassment at having caught them tongue twisting, however, was still unclear.
By the time one of the adults - Scorpius’ father - opened his mouth to speak, Albus had recollected his wits and raised his hand to silence the man.
“Dad, Mr. Malfoy, how nice of you to have joined us,” Albus greeted, smirking. “Next time, do knock. We could’ve been shagging, you know?”
Both men spluttered incoherently in reaction.
“In case you are wondering,” Albus announced, “Yes, Scorpius and I are together, seeing each other, dating... and we’re not going to stop doing this just because you say so. So, I suggest, dear fathers, get used to it.”
Then Albus sauntered back to the love seat and dropped himself on Scorpius’ lap. Scorpius’ wrapped his arms around Albus’ waist and kissed his neck. Albus turned around and returned the favor with a kiss to Scorpius’ cute pointed nose. Scorpius giggled and swept Albus’ lips with his tongue. They projected the image of kittens in heat, which was not very far from the truth, and would’ve proceeded to bunny-like shagging if it hadn’t been for their fathers loitering in the room.
Realizing that they were still there, Albus and Scorpius broke contact and turned to stare exasperatedly at the two men and were met with the resigned faces of their fathers.
Then Harry managed to find his voice to ask the question that he and Draco desperately needed an answer to: “Why?”
Albus clenched his jaw and sneered. “Why do you think, Dad? Didn’t it ever occur to you that I was sick and tired of the bloody pathetic rivalry between the Potters and the Malfoys? It’s been thirty fucking years, Dad, and you two are still at each other’s throats.”
Harry and Draco swallowed inaudibly and began to fidget and squirm on their spots. They began exchanging guilty looks with each other but Albus wasn’t satisfied yet. Scorpius was torn between laughing and feeling sorry for them.
“I understand that you couldn’t be friends because of Voldemort and the whole thing about the war. I’ve learned to accept that you might never be friends for the rest of your lives. But when you ask me, and also Scorpius, to continue this so-called competition just for the sake of being bastardly to each other? That, Dad, even you have to admit, is all kinds of pathetic rolled into one!”
Scorpius snickered. Albus winked at him conspiratorially before refocusing his attention on their fathers.
“But you know what the last straw is?” Albus asked. “It’s when Uncle Ron asked me to carry on the bloody 'family tradition' of besting the Malfoys at everything, ‘including but not limited to giving the Malfoy kid absolute hell on the Quidditch pitch, Potions class and everywhere else you can think of’! That was too much - I couldn’t take it!”
Finally, he concluded, “In the end, I decided, enough with this idiocy! I’m NOT going to carry on ‘the tradition’. I’m going to be different from the Potters and Weasleys before me. I’m going to make love to a Malfoy and not war!”
Albus solidified his statement by pouncing on Scorpius and proceeding to do just that. As he marked Scorpius’ skin with his teeth, he was convinced there would be a truce between the Potters and the Malfoys and everyone associated to their families from now on. Albus had absolute faith in their poor, traumatized fathers.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.