Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: softly_sweetly
From: A Wicked Watcher: paddynmoon

Title: Only Now I See The Light
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Scorpius, with a side of Teddy/James Jr.
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Desperate-semi-public!frottage, bondage, orgasm denial, spanking, oral sex, anal sex
Other Warnings/Content: Cross-gen, age disparity 24yrs (43/19), a bit of fluff, established sexual relationship, PWP
Word Count: ~5,800
Summary/Description: Scorpius invites himself to the Weasley Christmas get-together. Could it possibly be that he has an ulterior motive??! Naaah!
Author's Notes: Mnn, this was a lot of fun to write. Thanks to the mystery prompter for posting such a delicious prompt, I hope this is to your taste – though I bet it wasn’t exactly what you envisioned. It certainly wasn’t what I envisioned when I first read the prompt! I got in all your requests I think, and I hope you don’t mind a little Teddy/James on the side – they just wouldn’t let up ;)
Thanks to the mods for throwing the fest open for watchers to join in, and huge thanks to E for the beta <333


Scorpius was drunk.

Not just drunk: roaring, having celebrated his first successful hatchling brought into the world.

He leaned heavily on his companion’s shoulder as he was helped out into the chill night air.

As soon as the fresh air hit him, Scorpius retched, doubled over and threw up in the Acanthus just outside.

“Unrgh,” Scorpius moaned, allowing himself to be pulled into the solid man-wall that was Charlie Weasley.

Charlie laughed, wrapping a muscular arm around the slender young man by his side. “Better?” He pulled him along through quiet streets that made up the village on the dragon reserve they both worked at.

“How do you do it?” Scorpius managed to blurt out, after a few more lungfuls of fresh air had cleared his head enough for the art of speech. “Are you even drunk?”

“There’s a lot more of me than there is of you,” Charlie replied, cheerfully.

“Curse my damn genes,” Scorpius wailed up at the night sky.

Charlie sniggered. “Bloody drama queen.”

“No, it’s not fair! I do just as much as you and I’m still... like this.” Scorpius whirled and lurched out of Charlie’s grasp.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at him. By now he was used to these outbursts every time Scorpius got drunk.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Charlie said. “You’re taller than me.”

“I’d rather be like you,” Scorpius stumbled towards him, running a hand down his chest and the other over his bicep.

“Not much chance of that without magic, I’m afraid.”

Scorpius pouted as Charlie pulled away, keeping just a steadying hand on his arm.

“Anyway, you’ve never heard any complaints from me, have you?” Charlie went on, as Scorpius attempted to glare at him, but only succeeded in looking as if he had something in his eye.

Charlie glanced around and cupped Scorpius’ cheek, stroking his thumb over the high, sharp cheekbone. All angles, that was Scorpius, and though Charlie didn’t say it outright, he didn’t see why he needed to when he couldn’t get enough.

Scorpius leaned into the touch, pressing his cheek into the palm of Charlie’s hand and rubbing against it, like a cat.

“Let’s get back,” Charlie’s voice had taken on a gruff tone, and his hand tightened around Scorpius’ bicep.

Scorpius cocked his head on one side. “Bed time it is,” he muttered.

“Not tonight, darling, you’re hammered.”

Scorpius gave him a look. “I’m not that bad.”

Charlie let go of him, at which Scorpius promptly stumbled to the side before managing to right himself by pressing a hand against the rough stone of the nearest house.

“See!” Scorpius smirked. “Perfectly steady.”

“Come on, or do I have to put you over my shoulder and carry you home?” Charlie said gruffly.

“That’s an idea.”

Charlie hauled Scorpius towards him, dragging him along as he moved quickly through the streets to their little house.

After plying him with water, he bundled a complaining Scorpius into his own bed, placing a plastic bucket next to his bed, just in case, before retiring to his own room.

~*~

Charlie was woken up by a cold pair of hands on his belly.

“What are you doing?” Charlie asked, sleep groggy, his mouth and throat feeling like a baffling, conflicting combination of sandpaper and cotton-wool.

“You know I can’t sleep alone.” Scorpius’ hands slid up further, caressing Charlie’s chest.

Charlie sighed and rolled over to face Scorpius.

“Don’t give me that look,” Scorpius complained. “I know you want me here.”

Charlie’s hand was resting on Scorpius’ waist and he started stroking his way across the jutting ridge of his hip-bone.

“What gives you that idea?” he asked.

“This.” Scorpius’ hand was between Charlie’s legs in an instant, making his breath hitch and his already half-hard cock to stand to attention.

Scorpius smirked and wrapped his impossibly long fingers around Charlie’s erection.

Charlie’s hands found their way to Scorpius’ arse, squeezing and pulling him closer.

“You’re too much,” he groaned.

Scorpius didn’t answer; pushing him back with a strength belied by his slender frame, enough to kiss his way down Charlie’s torso, licking his sensitive nipples causing the inked Welsh Green to shiver across Charlie’s chest, its tail uncoiling from his bicep pointing its arrowed tip towards the source of pleasure, as if to direct Scorpius’ attention.

But Scorpius didn’t linger, kissing and licking his way down further, dipping his tongue in Charlie’s belly button, nuzzling against the smattering of ginger hair, following the trail down from his navel to his cock.

“Merlin,” Charlie gasped, his voice strained, his fists clenching in the bedclothes to avoid the temptation to yank on Scorpius’ hair and pull him down to his now aching-hard cock.

Scorpius didn’t need any encouragement, he took Charlie in as far as he could without gagging, pumping the base with practised jerks in time with the bobbing of his head.

Charlie thrust up into the wet warmth of Scorpius’ mouth, slow and measured at first, then speeding up until he couldn’t help but grasp the silky strands of Scorpius’ hair in his fists holding him in place as he shuddered, coming hard and fast down Scorpius’ throat.

Charlie fell back against the pillows groaning.

Scorpius moved up the bed, pressing himself against Charlie’s side so that his still hard cock rubbed against Charlie’s muscular thigh.

“I want to come back with you for Christmas,” Scorpius said, in between breathy little moans, rocking his hips.

“What?” Charlie’s eyes shot open and he peered at Scorpius, lit by the moonlight, appearing somewhat ethereal.

“I want to come back to yours for Christmas,” Scorpius repeated, taking Charlie’s hand and guiding it down between his legs.

Charlie searched for a gentle way to rebuff Scorpius. “What about your parents? Don’t they have a... something planned?”

Scorpius rolled his eyes. “I am sick of spending Christmas being used as a weapon between the pair of them. Besides I’ve never experienced a big family Christmas before.”

“So you want to experience mine?” Charlie grimaced, though his hand worked, wrapping around Scorpius’ cock and stroking him almost absentmindedly.

“Please!” Scorpius moaned, and Charlie wasn’t sure whether he was begging to come or begging to come...

“All right,” he replied, stroking faster until Scorpius threw back his head and cried out, shivering all over.

~*~

Charlie quirked an eyebrow at Scorpius. “Ready, then?”

He still couldn’t quite believe that this was really happening. A Malfoy among Weasleys, it seemed like some strange, highly unrealistic, dream that he would wake up from laughing at the ludicrousness of his own subconscious.

“Of course I’m ready,” Scorpius scoffed, straightening his travelling robes and smoothing his hair.

Charlie knew Scorpius had no idea what he had let himself in for. But there was nothing he could say to prepare him for what was to come.

“All right then, grab on,” he held out the bicycle peddle port-key – arranged by his father – to Scorpius who grinned as he grasped it, brushing Charlie’s fingers, accidentally-on-purpose.

Charlie didn’t have time to react as they were pulled back to good old England, and the fen-land that surrounded The Burrow.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” Scorpius called cheerfully, up to his knees in freezing cold, muddy water.

“Glad you like it,” Charlie shot back. “Come on, I can smell beef stew.”

They took no time at all to get to the higgledy-piggledy house with the huge marquee already set up outside. Charlie flung open the door to be greeted by a “get those muddy boots off before you come anywhere near my clean floor.”

“Mum!” Charlie, toed off his boots, flinging them outside the door and padded across the front room in his socks.

“Let me look at you,” Molly Weasley came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her housecoat and beaming fit to burst. “You’ve let your hair get too long again, I see,” she scolded.

Charlie grinned and took her in his arms and whirled her around the room, which was festooned with homemade garlands of holly and fir and multicoloured baubles, paper-chains, and strings of sparkling snowflakes and little animated gingerbread men with Christmas crowns or bobble hats and scarves. Along the mantle-piece there were Christmas stockings with each Weasley’s name embroidered on. There were candles dotted around the room, ready to be lit later on.

Molly slapped Charlie’s shoulder and told him to put her down.

“It looks wonderful mum,” Charlie said, indicating the decorations.

Scorpius was standing in the doorway in his stockinged feet, peering at the two of them with an uncertain smile. It was a few moments before Charlie remembered he had yet to introduce his guest.

“Mum, this is Scorpius Malfoy,” he said, keeping it simple.

“Mrs Weasley, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Scorpius came forward, taking Molly’s hand and kissing it.

“Well! Well, you’ve certainly more manners than I remember your father having. That must be your mother’s influence. Come in dear, that’s it, let me take your cloak. There, that’s better.” Molly manhandled him out of his travelling robes, leaving to hang them up. “You must both be hungry. Come through and sit down, the others are all out Christmas shopping. I thought it was best in the circumstances.” Her eyes flickered over to Scorpius for an instant.

“Oh, you didn’t need to worry on my account Mrs Weasley, I’m really looking forward to meeting everyone.”

“You are a dear, aren’t you?” Molly beamed at Scorpius’ grace when talking about her family. Charlie knew she had been expecting the worst, if her tersely worded owl was anything to go by. He’d spent the past few weeks in damage limitation, but now it seemed that just letting Scorpius do his own thing had rendered that unnecessary.

“Of course, you must already know James, Albus, Lily, Hugo and Rose from school,” Molly said, placing a bowlful of stew and thick chunks of buttered bread in front of him.

“Yes, I remember them,” Scorpius smiled, though there was something a bit off about it.

“I’m sure you’ll have a lot to catch up on,” Charlie said, watching him carefully.

“We didn’t really move in the same circles,” Scorpius replied, without meeting his gaze.

“Hmmm,” Charlie shoved an entire dumpling into his mouth.

“Still, it will be interesting to see them again,” Scorpius finished brightly, plastering another smile on his face.

They didn’t have to wait long, as they were clearing away they were disturbed by the clattering banging of the return of the others.

Molly bustled about getting plates of food served up for them all.

Suddenly the house was full to bursting, with a cacophony of good-natured bickering and conversation.

“Bloody hell, what are you doing here?”

It was Hugo whose voice cut through the chatter, so that everyone turned to look at whomever he was talking about.

“Hello, Hugo, I was very kindly invited by your uncle.”

“Oh you wait until James finds out; he’s going to go ballistic.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Molly scolded, hustling everyone through to sit at the table. “He’ll be happy to see one of his little friends from school.”

“We weren’t really friends as such,” Scorpius said quietly to no-one in particular.

~*~

“What aren’t you telling me?” Charlie asked, closing the door behind them as they went to unpack. Molly had put them both in Charlie and Bill’s old room.

They had left the chaotic madness as yet more people arrived.

“Hmm?” Scorpius hummed distractedly as he turned his trunk on its end, unshrinking it and casting smoothing charms over the clothing inside.

“What was all that about you and James?” Charlie asked, sitting down on his bed. “What was Hugo getting at?”

“Oh, it’s ancient history. James had an... experimental phase while we were at Hogwarts. Unfortunately he doesn’t like being reminded of it.”

“Is that what this is about? You came here to fuck with him?”

“No! Of course not! There was someone else he used to talk about all the time. I was just a distraction from what he really wanted and then a thorn in his side.” Scorpius shrugged. “Anyway, like I said, it’s ancient history and I have no interest in him, only you.” Scorpius walked across to Charlie and sat, straddling his lap.

“Any other surprises I should know about?” Charlie asked, running his hands down Scorpius’ back, un-tucking his shirt so he could stroke the soft, warm skin beneath.

“Well, now that you mention it, I’d rather like to know who we will be sharing with,” Scorpius said, indicating the other beds.

“Oh, that would be Hugo,” Charlie groaned. “I can’t believe mum’s put him in with us!”

“Maybe we can get him to join in,” Scorpius said brightly.

“He’s my nephew.” Charlie reminded him.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it when you’ve bunked together before. Single... horny...” Scorpius rolled his hips against Charlie’s, smirking.

“Bloody hell, Scorp, stop it!” Charlie was getting painfully aroused, but Scorpius’ bringing Hugo to mind was freaking him out.

“Make me,” Scorpius challenged with a penetrating gaze, rocking his hips rhythmically.

“You” Charlie growled, easily flipping Scorpius so that he was bent over his lap instead of sitting straddling him, “are being a pain in the arse.”

“So you’re going to give me one?” Scorpius smirked, irritatingly, up at Charlie.

“A pain in the arse, yes,” Charlie said, pulling down Scorpius’ trousers and pants trying to ignore the way that Scorpius rubbed up against him.

He pulled back his hand and slapped Scorpius hard; harder than he’d intended to. The sound of it seemed to be amplified in the small room, and when he looked there was a red hand-print, stark against Scorpius’ pale arse.

Scorpius had tensed when Charlie’s hand came down. It was only afterwards, when the initial sting had reduced to a hot tingling that he relaxed again. But Charlie brought down his hand five more times in quick succession and Scorpius, who hadn’t had a moment to gather himself together was jerked forward. Both of them gasped as Scorpius’ cock was squashed against Charlie’s thigh.

“Bloody hell, is there anything that doesn’t turn you on?” Charlie asked.

“You can talk.” Scorpius’ voice was strained and he was panting hard, rocking his hips in small, jerky movements. “Do it again,” he begged, his feet sliding against the floorboards, rucking up the rug.

Charlie picked Scorpius up off his lap and deposited him face down on his bed. “You asked for it.” He pulled out his wand and flicked and swished the silvery bonds he normally used to hold down the smaller dragons on the reserve. The bonds wrapped themselves around Scorpius’ wrists and then to the bed post.

Scorpius moaned and Charlie added a binding around the base of his cock and balls. “There is no way you are going to come while I’m disciplining you.”

The blood was pounding in Charlie’s ears as he came round to the side of the bed and stroked his hand through Scorpius’ hair before he made a fist, gripping it at the base of his neck and yanking his head back.

Scorpius looked up at him, his eyes were watering, but there was no hint of fear in the silvery depths.

“Good,” Charlie murmured, relaxing his grip and stroking down Scorpius’ back in one long stroke, until he got to his bottom, still red, but not nearly as livid as it had been.

Charlie stroked his hand over Scorpius’ buttocks, enjoying the way they tensed and quivered in anticipation from his touch.

“I’m going to give you a lesson to remember,” Charlie said softly, smirking as Scorpius wriggled in his bindings, grinding his hips down against the old, worn soft blanket covering the bed. He could do that as much as he wanted, it would only succeed in making him more and more desperate, but Charlie put an end to his fun. “Up on your knees,” he commanded.

Scorpius obeyed, using the bindings to pull himself up, clinging to the bed post.

Charlie steadied Scorpius with a hand on his belly to keep him from falling forward as he slapped him hard enough to bring the flush back to Scorpius’ arse. He spanked him quickly on each buttock, again and again, until Scorpius was pressing forward to get away from his hand.

He stopped, soothing Scorpius with a soft hand stroked across his bottom until Scorpius pressed back again, towards his hand.

Charlie could feel the way Scorpius’ abdomen tightened as he became aroused again, the way that his breathing became ragged as the over-sensitised flesh began tingling, and Charlie drew his fingernails across it, eliciting a gasp from Scorpius, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“Please,” Scorpius said in a low voice.

“Please what?” Charlie teased, drawing his fingernails up over Scorpius’ backside again.

“Please let me come.”

“I don’t think so,” Charlie pulled away from Scorpius. It took all his will power, his own erection was straining against the confines of his trousers.

He vanished the bonds holding Scorpius in place, but left the one around his cock.

“What are you going to do?” Scorpius asked.

“You need to remember where we are,” Charlie replied. “So, I’m going to leave that on you.”

Scorpius shuddered.

Charlie loosened the binding, and Scorpius’ hands went straight to his cock. He moaned as the bindings tightened again as he tried to jerk himself off.

“Keep your hands off yourself,” Charlie said. “I want you later and I want you desperate for me.”

Scorpius looked at Charlie, narrowing his eyes and scowling, giving a damn fine reminder that he was a Malfoy at heart. “You’re going to be the one desperate for me,” he promised, pulling up his trousers and pants.

Charlie didn’t doubt it, and both were on edge as they went back out to join the throng.

~*~

The Weasleys knew how to throw a party.

It seemed like everyone and their brother was there, filling the specially erected magically-heated marquee, with smaller groups of people spilling into the downstairs rooms of The Burrow for quieter conversations.

Scorpius remembered the one year when his mother had decided enough time had passed to resurrect the Malfoy Christmas Ball. Unfortunately she had been very wrong about that. He knew now why she had tried so hard and wanted it so much.

“Is it always like this?” Scorpius asked, handing a glass of punch to Charlie and taking a sip from his own. They had run the gauntlet and finally made it to a table to sit down for a few moments.

“No, this is the big party, tomorrow afternoon it’ll just be family for the rest of Christmas.”

“What’s in this?” Scorpius asked, knocking it back quickly.

“Go easy on that, George likes to spike it with an Abraxan’s Kick.”

Scorpius had just got that, full force, knocking him on his still sore arse. He winced and tried not to be too obvious re-distributing his weight gingerly.

“Malfoy. What a surprise.”

Charlie and Scorpius looked up as one to see a less-than-thrilled James Potter.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, when neither of them responded to his opener.

“Charlie asked me to come, all right?” Scorpius sneered at him.

“Just keep out of my way,” James replied. “I had enough of you at Hogwarts.”

Scorpius opened his mouth to reply when there was a joyful exclamation of “Jimmy!” and a streak of blue as Teddy Lupin launched himself at James, wrapping him in an over-enthusiastic hug.

“Pack it in, Lupin,” James groaned, shoving him off, unable to hide an embarrassed, pleased smile.

Scorpius perked up, looking between the two men with interest. Teddy still had an arm slung round James’ shoulders, and he could see the flush rising up James’ neck and across his cheeks. He dug his arm into Charlie’s ribs, raising his eyebrows.

Charlie looked at Teddy and James and back at Scorpius’ raised eyebrows. He frowned and surreptitiously shook his head a little, Scorpius cocked an eyebrow at him, his head on one side, and Charlie looked back at the others, lingering on James for a few moments. He looked back at Scorpius once more, raising both eyebrows in an expression of acute surprise. Scorpius grinned smugly at him.

“Going to introduce me?” Scorpius asked.

“Oh, this is Teddy Lupin, a friend of the family.”

“Mm-hmm,” Scorpius smiled at Teddy extending his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, Teddy Lupin. I’m Scorpius Malfoy, care to get me a drink?”

Charlie looked bemused at the obvious flirtatiousness in Scorpius’ tone. A quick glance at James – alternating between giving absolute daggers to Scorpius and looking helplessly at Teddy – was enough to convince him that James definitely fancied Teddy.

“Well, fuck me,” Charlie said under his breath.

James sank down into the seat next to Charlie watching them go; watching Scorpius whisper something to Teddy and Teddy put his hand on Scorpius’ arse.

“Fucking wanker,” James hissed. “What did you bring him here for?”

Charlie shrugged, he was beginning to wonder that himself.

“Want to tell me why you hate him so much?” Charlie asked after a few moments.

“He’s a prick,” James replied sullenly.

“Come on, you haven’t seen him for a couple of years, it must have been something pretty shitty to make you bear a grudge like this.”

“He was always hanging around.”

When James sounded like he wasn’t going to expand on that Charlie fixed him with a pointed look. “What happened when he started hanging around?”

James reddened.

“Look, if something happened between you...” Charlie squeezed James’ shoulder. “There’s nothing you could say that would shock me.”

James gave him a funny look. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Charlie sighed. James was a twenty year old man, and he hated to think of him being so uptight that he couldn’t come out if he wanted to, not with their family, not with him. He tried racking his brains to remember if his mum had ever given him any gossip about James and his love life, but he couldn’t remember anything ever being said. When he thought back, it was always James and Teddy: the dubious duo. James had always had a serious case of hero worship where Teddy was concerned and Teddy had always had a flirtatious streak a mile wide.

Charlie’s heart went out to James. It couldn’t be easy having a crush on someone like Teddy.

“Did you and he...?” Charlie asked.

“What?”

“Come on! You know I like blokes, I know Scorpius does too and Teddy... well, he’d shag anything that moves.”

James blanched and Charlie winced at his poor choice of example.

“Just, there’s no need to pretend--”

“Fine, we fooled around. I wasn’t into it, but Malfoy wouldn’t let it be,” James blurted out.

“So what happened?”

“He kept saying there was someone else and that’s why I didn’t want him.”

Charlie frowned, trying to catch sight of Scorpius and Teddy among the crowd by the drinks table, but they didn’t appear to be there. He scanned the rest of the marquee and nearly choked when he saw them in the middle of the dance floor, pressed close together and... and swaying.

Charlie was inclined to agree with James’ earlier assessments of Scorpius, but Lupin was just as bad. Worse. He had to know that James had been pining away for him like a lovesick puppy for years. How blind was he?!

James went on, mistaking Charlie’s silence for disbelief.

“I’m not gay. I can’t make myself gay for someone, especially not Malf--”

Charlie realised too late that he should probably make some sort of effort to distract James.

They were both on their feet in an instant, Charlie back to reacting with his normal lightning quick reflexes to the situation. His shorter legs meant that he reached Scorpius and Teddy just after James did, as James took one swinging punch, laying Scorpius out. He glowered down at him for a few seconds then spat on him before taking off again.

Charlie let him go, turning his attention to Teddy and Scorpius.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing at...”

“Jealous?” Scorpius goaded, as he scrambled to his feet, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Charlie couldn’t believe his ears, he glared at Scorpius but decided that now was not the time or the place to engage Scorpius in whatever game he was playing. He ignored him in favour of telling Teddy to “go and find James, for fuck’s sake, and make sure he’s okay.”

He ignored Scorpius and went out into the garden to get some fresh air.

~*~

It didn’t take long for Scorpius to find him.

Charlie had taught him well, and it was coming back to bite him on the arse.

“Just let me explain,” Scorpius said, holding his hands up. “Please.”

“You told me you hadn’t come to mess with James, and yet, first chance you get, that’s exactly what you go and do.”

“Not exactly,” Scorpius said, sitting down next to Charlie on the low wall that provided the boundary between the garden and the fen-land. “James has been in love with Teddy for long enough, don’t you think?”

“In love?” Charlie scratched his newly shorn hair that his mother had seen to before she would let him loose at the party.

Scorpius rolled his eyes. “I think it goes a little bit beyond the realms of school-boy crush, don’t you?”

Charlie waited for him to go on, rather than interrupt with half-baked notions of what he had imagined Scorpius to be doing.

“I knew it in school and when I saw them tonight I knew it was still as true as it ever was. Even more so.”

“So the whole reason for you inviting yourself here was to do a good deed for James Potter?” Charlie looked dubious. For good reason: Scorpius had never shown the slightest inclination towards philanthropy before.

Scorpius laughed. Charlie thought about decking him, but James’ punch didn’t seem to have knocked any sense into him, so he doubted one of his own would either.

“I came here because I thought it might make you realise that...” he paused a moment and then seemed to dry up completely.

“Realise what?” Charlie prompted.

Scorpius shrugged, quirking his lips up, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m no good at keeping secrets,” he said, cryptically, giving Charlie a peck on the cheek.

Charlie looked at him askance.

“Dance with me, the way Teddy did,” Scorpius demanded, standing and holding his hand out to Charlie.

Charlie grimaced. He wasn’t much of a dancer preferring to sit it out on the sidelines with a glass of oak matured mead. His gaze swept the garden, but everyone else was too sensible to brave the winter night air. He accepted Scorpius’ hand, groaning as he got up.

Scorpius smirked at him, as Charlie pressed himself up as close as possible.

“Hey, I hope that Teddy didn’t have quite the same experience,” he said as he felt Scorpius’ erection press hard against his hip.

“I could hardly help the fact that you left me wanting earlier, I’ve been half hard all night,” Scorpius replied.

“Fuck, you’ve no idea how hot that is,” Charlie said. “What did Teddy say?”

Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Do you really want to talk about Lupin right now?”

“He must have said something. I saw you dancing, there’s no way he wouldn’t have felt this.” He rolled his hips, and Scorpius’ breath hitched and he shuddered against Charlie.

“Want me?” Charlie teased.

“As much as you want me,” Scorpius responded, thrusting his hips forward, causing Charlie to grunt and drop his hands down to squeeze Scorpius’ arse, pulling him closer still.

Scorpius’ moans intensified as he became even more aroused and the binding around his cock tightened, keeping him that way.

“Charlie... Charlie, are you going to let me come this time?” Scorpius whispered, his lips mouthing at Charlie’s ear making him shiver.

“Oh, fuck,” Charlie tried to glance round to make sure they were unobserved, but Scorpius held his chin, demanding all of his attention. “Yes,” Charlie said, his voice hoarse.

Scorpius’ lips quirked up at the corners and he dared to lean forward and brush Charlie’s lips with his own.

Charlie stiffened, his eyes widened in surprise. “Scorpius, what...?”

Scorpius hushed him with a hard desperate kiss, sliding his hands against Charlie’s brutally short hair, holding him in place while he kissed him, running his tongue over Charlie’s lips.

Charlie didn’t respond at first, refusing to be drawn in with every fibre of his being, but Scorpius surged forward and rocked his hips against Charlie’s, drawing a gasp that allowed him access and Charlie found himself kissing back with more desperation than he could have imagined he had in him.

He held Scorpius’ body close with one arm and slid the other up to grip the back of his head, to tangle in his hair and tug on it.

They kissed like they were starving for one another; mouths sliding, licking and biting. Scorpius trailed wet open mouthed kisses along Charlie’s jaw, then plunged in again, sucking on his bottom lip and opening his mouth for Charlie’s tongue.

Their touches got more heated, more frantic; Charlie’s fingers rough as he shoved them inside Scorpius’ shirt, ripping buttons off in his haste; Scorpius wrapping his legs around Charlie and rutting against him, shameless in his need.

Scorpius threw his head back, leaning away enough to allow Charlie to kiss and bite and lick his nipples. His skin rose in goose-bumps and he shivered dramatically.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Charlie, please!”

Charlie managed to get his wand, releasing the binding around Scorpius’ cock. He had barely completed the spell when Scorpius thrust his hips up against him, shuddering from head to foot.

Charlie hefted him up into his arms and held him close, stroking him as he came down, becoming limp, his head on Charlie’s shoulder, breathing raggedly against the crook of his neck.

“I want you to fuck me,” Scorpius said in a soft voice.

Charlie turned his head slightly towards Scorpius, and he reached up smoothing his rough hand against Scorpius’ cheek.

“I will,” Charlie promised. He carried Scorpius through the garden and into the house, ignoring the strange looks at the strange sight of Charlie, stern and purposeful, carrying Scorpius with his clothes hanging from his body, his legs and arms wrapped around Charlie, like a little boy, up to their bedroom.

Charlie lay Scorpius down on the bed, and hurriedly kicked off his boots and trousers and threw his top on the floor.

Scorpius wriggled out of what remained of his clothes, lying back and gazing at Charlie’s naked body in all its glory.

“Like it?” Charlie asked.

“Love it,” Scorpius replied. He reached up, running a hand over Charlie’s pectorals and biceps, delighting in making Belcher the dragon react to his touch. He laughed when he made Charlie’s stomach tense and quiver, and his cock twitch in anticipation.

Charlie pushed Scorpius’ hands away, kneeling between his legs and sucking his finger before removing it with a lewd pop. He reached down between Scorpius’ legs, further back from his spent, near-flaccid cock lying against his thigh. Charlie pressed his spit-slick finger inside Scorpius’ arsehole, meeting little resistance as Scorpius relaxed to his touch.

Scorpius sighed and leaned back, baring his throat to Charlie who leaned down, sucking lightly and then biting hard enough to leave the impression of his teeth. It sent a jolt through Scorpius, his cock twitching and starting to harden again.

Charlie laughed and pressed another finger inside Scorpius who hissed and drew his legs up, trying to impale himself on Charlie’s fingers.

“Patience,” Charlie wordlessly, wandlessly summoned the lube, slicking three fingers to push inside Scorpius.

Charlie watched his fingers disappearing inside Scorpius each time he pressed in, twisting his fingers to stretch and loosen the hole. It was fucking filthy and so hot Charlie could barely keep himself in check. He took his time because he was not going to be gentle when he got going, he could feel all of that tension held inside all day pushing at the reserves of his control.

Scorpius squirmed and dug his heels in to the mattress, trying to pull Charlie in further. He was fully hard again, his cock swaying and dipping against his belly.

Charlie withdrew his fingers and slicked a little more lube on himself before he thrust inside Scorpius in one move.

“Oh fuck!” Scorpius yelled; his head pushed back against the pillow as a bolt of searing pain shot all the way up inside him. “Fuck... so good.”

Charlie hooked a hand under one of Scorpius’ legs, pushing it up towards his chest, fucking into him so hard that Scorpius was pushed up the bed, the pillow bunching up behind his head, saving him from being brained.

Charlie didn’t stop, keeping up a punishing pace, grunting with each thrust until he started nearing his climax and he ordered Scorpius “bring yourself off, now.”

Scorpius obliged, his hand going down to cup himself and slide up along his shaft. His balls pulled up tight and he clenched around Charlie sending him over the edge at the same time as Scorpius had his second orgasm of the night.

Charlie dropped down on top of him, nearly crushing him under his weight. He moved off after a moment.

Scorpius rolled onto his side and touched Charlie’s face and stroked his hair.

Charlie gave him a funny look.

“Your hair’s so short,” Scorpius said. He drew closer and kissed Charlie, soft tentative kisses.

Charlie huffed and grabbed a fistful of Scorpius’ hair, tugging on it. “I love you,” he said, after a few moments.

“I know,” Scorpius replied.

They were quiet for a little while, exploring each other with hands and mouths until they were too tired to do anything but pull the blankets over them and extinguish the lights, Charlie pulling Scorpius close and laying a protective arm over his waist.

“What do you think happened to Teddy and James?” he asked after a little while, breaking into the silence.

“They’re fine,” Scorpius replied, coming back from the edge of sleep.

Charlie slapped Scorpius’ rump. “Tell me!” he demanded.

“I ran into them when I was looking for you. Teddy was... pretty emphatic about how he couldn’t want me less.”

“Lucky for me,” Charlie teased.

“Very true! James seemed pleased. When I left them Teddy had his tongue down James’ throat. Very pleased indeed.”

Charlie snorted and nuzzled Scorpius’ neck.

Later, it seemed like ages, Scorpius spoke again, this time dragging Charlie back from the brink.

“Do you know how many people saw you carrying me up here?”

“A lot,” Charlie replied.

“You’re not bothered by that?” Scorpius tried to peer at Charlie in the gloom.

“You’re not the only one who can’t keep secrets.”

“Oh... oh!” Scorpius felt hot and embarrassed. “You knew what I was talking about?”

Charlie nodded, his stubble scratching against Scorpius’ cheek. “After I got my head out of my arse long enough to really think about it.”

“What about Hugo?” Scorpius asked.

Charlie groaned. “He is not coming in with us.”

Scorpius burst out laughing at the unexpected reply.

Eventually their breathing evened out and they slept.

~The End~