siriuslytrouble (siriuslytrouble) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-04-05 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, faelan, sirius |
Another day, another bed
Characters: Faelan, Sirius?
Summary: A meeting in the kitchen
He woke uncertain where he was, or how he had got there, but that wasn't especially unusual. He had a long piss in the convenient bog, donned his clothes, which appeared to have been scattered in a paroxysm of lust -- de rigueur, if he wasn't still in them -- and headed down the stairs. He appeared to be in an old country house -- odd. Things started to come together when he saw the sweet young thing in the kitchen.
He stretched against the doorway, showing his lean body off to best advantage.
"Hello. Are you last night's boy?" His eyes raked up and down the stranger. He was slight and fair, and had an attractive nervous grace as he whirled at the words. "If you aren't, would you like to be next night's?"
Staring, Faelan narrowed his eyes, knowing that Sirius had to be having him on. April Fool’s Day was over, but he understood Sirius well enough to know that every day was as good as the next for a practical joke. But even for a man who had teased him with the offer of watching him bugger his boyfriend, something in the man’s tone and expression went a little too far.
“That’s not funny,” Faelan answered, even as he forced out a chuckle.
Oh, shy, was he? Possibly not aware of how attractive he was himself, and just a little intimidated? Or maybe he'd turned him down previously, in which case last night's fuck must be something indeed. Putting on an air of nonchalance, he walked into the room and began to open cupboards, searching for where the natives kept their booze.
"It was an offer -- take it or leave it." Ah, there. Firewhisky, at least. It was a Wizard household, then. He took down the bottle and switched his search to glassware. "Any idea how I got here?"
“Are you drunk already?” Faelan asked in reply, moving closer with the desire to take the Firewhisky away, but hesitating to actually do it. If the answer was yes, it sure would explain a lot. “If you don’t know how you got home last night, I sure don’t.”
He rolled his eyes. The kid was no help, but at this point, he was hardly surprised. "Nothing for you to know, since I obviously didn't get 'home' last night, right? I'm here." Ah, there were the glasses! He downed a couple fingers of the firewhisky, taking a moment to feel the burn. It was good stuff. He revised his opinion of the residents up a notch. "Got any coke?"
Faelan frowned, a shot of worry coursing through him. "Yeah, and here is home. You live here remember?" Maybe Sirius had gotten hit with some weird memory curse during a job. He had no idea what to do. Gaius was at Hogwarts, Harry was at Ron's, and he was about to remind Sirius that they didn't have Muggle drinks in the house when he suddenly wondered if he meant another kind of coke. "No, no coke." Of either kind.
Stubby burst out laughing. "Here? Don't try to take the piss out of me!" He transfigured the glass to a flask and poured a portion of the whisky into it before slipping it in his back pocket. "A country boy I'm not, pretty child." He shrugged. "I'll head into London, then."
Despite the very uncomfortable feeling in his stomach at the knowledge that Sirius was coming on to him, Faelan knew something was very wrong. He was afraid of what might happen to Sirius if he got into the city and got lost or did something he wouldn't normally do. He knew he had the strength to stop Sirius physically if he had to, but if he actually hurt him, there might not be any forgiveness, and it was the last thing he wanted to do. Besides, the one thing he couldn't do was keep Sirius from Apparating away. Now would have been such a good time to know a good spell or two. He doubted transfiguring a toothpick into a two-inch sword would really keep Sirius from doing anything stupid. He had to make an effort, though.
"Wait," he said. "Um...why don't you let me make you some breakfast, and you can tell me who you are?"
Now that was more like! Except, of course, for the implication that the boy didn't recognize him. Stubby frowned at that, but a quick check of his body produced the surprising information that he wasn't really craving anything, and wasn't hungover. Drugs and potions could both, apparently, wait until after a meal. As he sauntered over to the table, he sent the pretty boy his sexiest measuring look. "You don't know? A minute ago you were telling me I lived here." He reached out to stroke the young man's cheek. "Tell me your name."
Flinching away, Faelan felt a strong surge of snarling wolf rise up in his chest. "You already know my name," he snapped, losing his patience. "And I don't know what's wrong with you, but I’m trying to keep you safe, and you have a lover that you seem to have forgotten about, who I don't think would be very pleased to see you touching me that way." With a sharp exhale, the wolf eased back but kept stirring, and Faelan braced himself for Sirius' response.
He burst out laughing. "Such a spitfire! I don't doubt we've been introduced before, but you can't blame me for not remembering. Pretty boys are thick on the ground, and I'm famous enough to meet loads of 'em. Sorry if some friend of yours is delusional about me, but I don't have lovers, I have fucks."
He held out his hand. "Stubby Boardman, as I suspect you know. Pleased to meet you."
Faelan felt his face contort into an expression that must be telling Sirius that he was completely crazy. "That's not your name--" he started, and then realized that maybe it was. Maybe Sirius had gotten...switched or something. Maybe some magic had gone terribly wrong and he was out there in the body of some man named Stubby (who the hell??) and he couldn't get out. With everything that had been going wonky lately, it might not be impossible. Faelan looked down at the offered hand, and knew he had to get help. He wanted Gaius, but he couldn't very well go haring off to Hogwarts, and besides, it would take forever. Harry, on the other hand, was just a floo call away. "Sit down. I'm going to get Harry."
Stubby shook his head. "Maybe I can meet your friend some other day," he said, in the way that meant never. This kid was apparently one of the crazy ones. He drew his wand, frowning as it came clear. It wasn't his wand. Had someone switched with him? He looked down and saw a strange tattoo on the back of his hand, and the itchy desire to run away sharpened. He Apparated.