Author's Note:
Chapter three! Thank you, happy-rea, for being the very first person to review, and for adding this story to both alerts and favourites. I loved your review - it was one of the best I've ever received for a story.
Thanks also to Reisshaddow for adding this to story alert.
Warnings: swearing, Darkish/Grey Harry, non-graphic slash, non-human Ianto
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or the songs, just whatever it was my mind came up with.
Enjoy!
Chapter Three: Playing God
"Harry, you're being ridiculous!" Ginny snapped when Harry told her he was leaving England.
"Why would you wanna leave, mate?" Ron asked with a confused frown. "I thought we were gonna go through auror training together!"
"You're really being quite unreasonable, Harry," Hermione nodded after giving a disapproving sniff to his original statement. Harry felt anger building inside him like none he had felt before. He was an idiot to think he was free just yet.
"What, can I not make my own decisions?" he asked furiously. "Why should I need your approval for something I want to do?"
The three others were silent for a moment.
"You've changed Harry." That was Ginny.
"Growing up and going through a war kind of does that to a person," Harry snarled back.
"It's not just that," Hermione shook her head. "You're acting like…like Snape."
"And your point is…?" Harry trailed off, wanting an answer. His two former best friends and his ex-girlfriend stared at him like he'd grown a second head and proclaimed his everlasting love for the colour pink (which so wasn't going to happen). Harry growled in irritation. "Never mind, forget I even came here." He spun on the spot and apparated to his apartment.
-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-
Sitting in a pub listening to the roar of football fans and the moans of defeat from those supporting the opposing team, Harry stared moodily at the bottom of his pint. He barely paid attention as someone took the stool beside his, but he did look up when they addressed him.
"The solution to your problem isn't at the bottom of a pint," the stranger murmured in his ear with a strong Welsh accent, and Harry's vibrant green eyes met the electric-blue pair of a young-looking man in an impeccable suit. The energy about the man, however, was most definitely not human.
"No, but it makes me forget about the problem for a while," he snorted, and downed the rest of the pint in one long pull. He set it down, nodded to the barman, and turned to leave. Without a word the non-human suit-wearing man followed him, unquestioning even when Harry turned into an alley.
He was not surprised when Harry pushed him up against a wall and kissed him thoroughly despite their height difference, instead kissing back without hesitation and drawing moans from the young wizard's throat.
A few moments later Harry tugged the stranger as close as possible and apparated them to the bedroom of his apartment.
-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-
Harry yawned and stumbled out of bed, leaving his partner from the previous night sleeping as he tugged on some boxers and made his way towards the front door of his apartment where someone was knocking impatiently. He wrenched open the door with a sleepy glare, not impressed to find Hermione standing at his door at seven in the morning.
The witch gasped when she saw him, and after blinking the sleep from his eyes Harry glanced down and realised he was covered in hickeys and scratches from fingernails.
"Yes, I did get laid," he sneered as he glared lazily up at the brunette witch. "What do you want?"
"I came to talk some sense into you," Hermione replied haughtily, a righteous and better-than-thou expression on her otherwise pretty face. "You're really being quite selfish about all this—" she was cut off by the look of fury that formed on Harry's face.
"Selfish?" he snarled. "Granger, I spent all my life wanting nothing more than friends who wouldn't turn on me, and instead all I got was family that hated me and an entire society who change their opinion of me at the drop of a hat. I sacrificed everything I had for the wizarding world, and in return they tried to send me to Azkaban again only three months ago! I think I deserve to be a little selfish and do something for myself for a change!" He made to close the door, and paused when it was half shut. "Oh, and if you want to see someone truly selfish, go take a look in the mirror." He was so fucking sick of people playing God with his life.
He ignored Hermione's outraged shriek as he made his way angrily back to his bedroom, fuming. His partner from the previous night was awake and eyed him curiously for a moment before standing and striding over, turning the irritable wizard around and shoving him up against the wall as he tore the boxers from Harry's body.
Soon Harry forgot all about his anger.
-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-
"It's been a while since I last saw you," Ianto commented as he leant against Harry's workstation and raised an eyebrow. The wizard shrugged.
"A few years, at least," he agreed. "I don't keep track of time anymore."
"How did your friends take it when you left?"
"Dunno," Harry shrugged, leaning back in his chair and stretching. "Never bothered to find out. They didn't support me like my real friends did, so I don't care."
"Fair enough," Ianto nodded. "I never expected to see you here."
"I didn't really expect to be here." There was a hint of lust in Harry's voice, and Ianto felt his suit trousers grow tight. It was just the two of them in the Hub, as Jack had gone to take care of a lone rogue Weevil and the others were all at home.
Ianto let his eyes roam from Harry's head to his toes and back up again, smirking when he noticed how much tighter Harry's jeans were on the return trip. He met the wizard's lust-filled green orbs with his electric-blue pair, and shrugged out of his jacket as Harry stood and stepped closer. A moment later Ianto was seated in Harry's vacated chair with the younger man on his lap, their lips meeting in a fiery, passionate kiss which quickly evolved into more.
Later Ianto commented that Harry was as tight as he remembered, making him blush deliciously for a minute and initiate a second round.
I can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
So I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I've been changing
That I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how can that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion
But it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you
You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret
I'll hold you to it
I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
I know you won't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
And break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
"Playing God" - Paramore
End A/N:
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~Ashuri