Title: Tension
Rating: M for handsy boys.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Godric Gryffindor/Salazar Slytherin
Warnings: Slash, language, unbeat'ed, as always.
Word Count: 551
Summary: Interrogations, Godric decides, are a necessity. The means, well, no one ever specified certain means.
A/N: Written for a pinch hit at thehogwartslife
"I know you've built something without consulting us," Godric's rough fingers held Salazar's upper arm against his side as he stared into the grey eyes glaring back at him.
Reaching for his wand, left hand quickly grabbing the slim piece of wood, Salazar shoved it between the two of them, pressing the tip into Godric's chest. "I've done no such thing."
Godric chuckled, green eyes crinkling, and smirked, leaning in closer towards the other wizard. "You act as if I can't tell when you're lying, Sal. Fool the ladies all you want, but you're not telling the truth. Pretending I don't know everything about you, again, huh?"
"You don't," he responded coldly, voice rising in pitch, "There are things about me you would never be able to see even if you put as much effort into it as you do running around wooing Rowena and Helga, trying to be all saintly and hero-like."
"Now, now, Sal," Godric reached down and placed a hand around Salazar's wand, "It seems to me," he slid down to cover the other man's hand with his own, "That you sound a tad jealous. Just because Rowena pines for me and bends and shows a glimpse of her knickers every now and then, trying to seduce me, does not mean that I'm trying to 'woo' her."
"Like you complain about her frivolous flirting."
Chuckling again, Godric pressed a palm against Salazar's stomach, shifting through the layers of fabric in his way before the calloused pads of his fingers brushed against warm flesh, "Jealousy is very unbecoming."
"I am not jealous. Like I'd get worked up over you," Salazar's breath hitched as Godric's hand dipped into his pants.
"Of course you wouldn't," Godric murmured as he he wrapped a fist around Salazar's cock, jerking upward with a steady pump.
"Let's just say," Godric slowed his hand, fingers pulling just slightly as he rubbed them in circles on the taut skin, "If you were to have built some mysterious chamber, you might want to be careful what you do with it. I can be very unforgiving when wronged, Salazar."
The other man leaned back against the wall and let his knees sink just slightly before sucking in a breath, "You say that as if I'm not one be wary of."
"Oh no," Godric assured, building up the speed of his strokes again, watching as Salazar pulsed and shook before him, "I'm quite aware to be wary of you. I've known that since we were children, Sal, since the first time I saw you, I knew to be wary. On several levels."
It wasn't until a quick, final jerk brought Salazar over the edge, come sticky and wet pulling upon Godric's hand, that Salazar dropped his wand, gold sparks shooting out of the tip and bouncing around the small room.
Godric stepped back, wiping his hand along his robes and reaching for his own wand as he cleaned the mess. Salazar finally looked up, gaze locking with Godric's.
"I do as I please," he growled, snatching his wand from the floor.
Godric took another step back, giving Salazar enough room to turn and head for the door, footsteps angry and heavy before he slammed it shut behind him.
"What's goin' on?" a sudden sleep ridden voice called from upstairs, "You two fighting again?"
"Nothing, Helga," Godric responded, a frown on his face, "Go back to sleep."