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The Matchmaker Game. JamesScorpius.
Word Count without AN - 257
Dirty Secret
James had never noticed Scorpius beyond him being his annoying little brother's best friend. He'd ignored him, belittle him at times, and even been outright mean.
He didn't notice the bright gleam in his eyes.
He didn't notice the shine to his blonde locks.
He didn't notice the sly smirk when getting up to all kinds of mischief.
He didn't notice anything.
Until he did.
It was a gradual thing, until it wasn't. It was like he'd been cursed, though he knew he hadn't because he'd checked, or dosed with a potion, ditto, he'd checked.
Suddenly, Scorpius was all he could think about. And he wanted him. Merlin, but he wanted him.
So he took him.
It wasn't as hard as he'd expected. Scorpius surrendered to him, and James enjoyed every stolen kiss, every heated glance, every close shave when they were almost but not quite caught. He reveled in the younger man's touch, in every embrace they shared, in every taste he had.
Until the moment was over.
Then he hated himself.
Because while Scorpius was everything he wanted, he was also everything that wasn't his. He tried to stay away, but he never made it for long. He was back, begging for more, taking risk after risk just to get a minute or an hour with the man to himself.
Albus would never know.
It would be their secret.
Their dirty secret.
And James would always hate himself for it.