The bit of Fortescue backstory is hilarious, and the set up with Kingsley and the Maduro split was incredibly sensual. I can totally see why Percy was driven a bit over the edge. ;)
Their interactions were limited to a "Good morning, Minister," and a "Good morning, Percy," but, as soon as Shacklebolt passed by him, Percy would turn around surreptitiously and ogle the Minister's arse.
Something about that line cracks me up every time I read it. As does Percy's reaction to the plantain, and the fact that he steals one... and washes it! Your Percy is simply made of win.
Fantastic imagery, and just a hot and hilarious fic. :)