wanking_mods (wanking_mods) wrote in hp_wankfest, @ 2008-05-29 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008 fic |
Albus Severus Potter in the Leaky Cauldron with Wizarding Pornography
Title: A Chance Lost
Author: maraudersaffair
Character: Albus Severus Potter
Location: Leaky Cauldron
Object: Wizard Pornography
Other Characters: Scorpius Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,550
Author's Notes: A great thanks to my beta, K!
He didn't wear his robes that day. It was too hot – the sun creating that all too familiar musky scent throughout London and Diagon Alley. It was all very unfortunate, how the Muggles couldn't take care of their rubbish. Albus saw the numerous tin cans that lined the neighbourhood streets, their empty crisp bags and spoiled vegetables baking in the intense heat.
Sometimes he just couldn't believe his father had once lived as a Muggle – incompetent and dumb, going about life without knowledge of the wizarding world. It was quite preposterous, if you asked Albus, but he would never say that to his father. Magical folk were suppose to be kind, loving – understanding to their Muggle friends. What crap.
He licked his dry lips and fumbled with his white shirt, pulling down the hem past the pockets of his jeans, trying to conceal his wand. He wore jeans and pulled at the fabric around his thighs when no one was looking, longing for his trousers that happened to be lying wrinkled on his bathroom floor. Thick anxiety coursed through him, his chest tightening around each breath of air. He choked on his own saliva.
The park was crowded with loud Muggles and their bratty children, and he was relieved when he spotted Scorpius sitting on a wooden bench, waiting for him. The man looked like a pedophile to say the least, wearing heavy black robes that fell to his shins and revealed trousers of the same colour. His shoes were well-shined, unscratched, and Albus knew he had Apparated into the park. His hair had grown since the last time they met, and it perpetuated the pedophile appearance.
“You are a right fucker for Apparating here. The Muggles aren't blind, you know.” He felt his tone was too aggravated, but Scorpius appeared unaffected, shrugging lazily with one shoulder.
“They can't touch me.” There was a moment of silence, then Scorpius' drowsy eyes widened and focused, his back straightening as his cheeks flushed. Albus was mesmerized by the colour – and he wondered if it was because of the heat, or something else – something deep within that Scorpius could never quite explain.
Albus cleared his throat. “I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron, if you care.” He kicked a rock while he said this, feeling strangely exposed.
“I don't.” The answer was simple, a soft voice that wrapped nicely with its dark tone.
“Why did you meet me here, then?” Albus spat, that silent anger within boiling to the surface of his skin, heating the flesh with a violent flush. Why had he even agreed to meet this fucking, fucking, fucking prat?
Once again, Scorpius shrugged lazily, his face turned slightly away from Albus, his eyes still wide and attractive. Very attractive. Too attractive. He finally looked at Albus, expression hard – though, he didn't meet Albus' gaze, instead focusing on the top of his head.
Albus felt uncomfortably shy. “What?”
“Don't you own a fucking comb?”
“Sure, I do.” Albus forced himself to smile, his lips struggling to spread upward.
“You should fucking use it sometime.”
Their eyes locked, and he could feel his heart quicken, blood rushing downward, his lungs unable to hold the needed air. His lips were numb as he said, “Maybe you should fuck me sometime.”
Scorpius coughed, then fiddled with his collar for a moment. “I'm married.”
“Do you fuck her into the mattress?”
Scorpius glanced at him, his eyebrows lifted to his hairline. There was a challenge within his eyes. “Every night.”
“Do you like it?” Albus' stomach twisted into knots, fear drumming madly within him. He didn't want to be rejected.
“Of course – I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it.”
Albus hummed in his throat. “Sure, logically.” He tried not to appear unnerved. It became nearly impossible.
Pursing his lips, Scorpius stared at him, his eyes glinting strangely in the afternoon light. “Do you have a job yet?”
Albus glared at him. “That's none of your business.”
“But my sex life with my wife is yours?”
This made Albus hesitate, warm embarrassment forming across his cheeks. He decided to take the easiest route. “Obviously. I thought you knew that.”
Scorpius snorted, then shifted in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. “Things have changed, obviously.”
Anger struck Albus with surprising power. He felt used – foolish in the most incompetent way. How dare Scorpius come here with the hint of something more, then reject Albus in such an cruel way. Asking him about a job! Everyone knew Albus couldn't hold a job. He had been unemployed for months now – whispers surfacing about Harry Potter's spoiled brat. It was quite degrading and he didn't need it from Scorpius as well.
Then Scorpius did something very unpredictable – he laughed. It was a shrilling sound, filled with mocking humour that made the anger within Albus boil to the surface, fighting for a way out. He clenched his fists in his lap, a hazy mist blocking his view as his eyes became unfocused from the empowering emotion.
“You fucking git!” Albus said through gritted teeth as he stood, bracing himself so he could get a good hit at the man in front of him. But Scorpius was just as fast – jumping to his feet and grabbing Albus' hand once it came flying at him. Scorpius shoved his arm down and across his chest, a painful ache developing within Albus' shoulder.
Scorpius' grip was strong, tightening as Albus struggled, embarrassing filth dripping from his lips, words that at first glance were meaningless, but god, oh god, Scorpius would see straight through his anger and recognise his vulnerability. He wanted Scorpius – the need was overwhelming – if only the bastard would just allow it for one night, that's all Albus wanted. Just one night.
"Please, fuck – let's just go somewhere," Albus whispered, licking his chapped lips in desperation. He felt Scorpius' hand begin to tremble, a soft groan escaping from his closed mouth.
"There is something called marriage vows, you know," he spat, his icy eyes like daggers, burning with what appeared to be intense hatred. Albus knew better.
"Come on," he breathed, moving closer so their faces were mere inches apart, "for old time's sake."
Scorpius closed his eyes, his breathing becoming harsh, his cheeks reddening. Albus watched as the colour spread down his neck, past the collar of his shirt. God, if only Albus could see beyond the man's robes and shirt, to his chest and stomach, further and further. It most definitely would cure him of this undeniable need, this aching warmth spreading throughout his abdomen and his groin.
"All right," Scorpius said in a soft voice, his chest shuddering as he tried to calm his breathing, "fuck, anything. Okay?"
Albus' stomach knotted painfully at his words, his throat tightening as the word anything played over and over within his mind. He'd do anything with Albus? Would he allow Albus to fuck him? Anything meant everything, right? He had never allowed Albus to have such control when they were younger. Never.
Albus wondered what had changed.
"Good," he responded, trying to sound seductive. He would have kissed Scorpius if they hadn't been in public. He could only imagine what those religious Muggles would have done. "Let's go back to my room."
The edge of Scorpius' cheek twitched, his eyes suddenly losing their colour until a somber-like feeling washed through them. His breathing was haggard now – almost like he was hyperventilating. Albus could see the struggle going on inside him.
"Look," Albus said, his voice trembling slightly, "just don't think, all right? Nothing bad is going to happen. I know you want it as much as I do. Come on."
Scorpius turned his head and looked beyond the trees of the park, watching as the far sun began to settle within the horizon. His eyes were moving swiftly back and forth in thought, the wheels in his mind turning, until finally the man looked to Albus again, a slight grin upon his face.
"All right, yes," he said, his voice soft but strong. It was the tone of a man who knew what he wanted.
Albus grinned widely. "All right."