Title: How Albus Potter Finally Got to Shag Lysander Scamander

Pairing: Albus Severus/Lysander, mentions of Scorpius

Rating: M

Summary: Scorpius is away on work when Albus apparates to the Manor. But Lysander's there so why not go for it?

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: 1500

Amelia was on her period and Albus was randy. Before, she had been away for a week at a conference in Scotland and she had gone to bed almost as soon as she had gotten in. After that, well, feminine matters. It had also been quite some time since he and Malfoy had met up since their schedules were clashing magnificently and Albus really was not sure how to proposition Lysander. He locked his room door, thankful that he still lived in the family home rather than with Amelia, and Apparated to the Manor.

Upon arriving Albus shrugged out of his cloak, toed off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. Malfoy shifted and Albus pinched him sharply. There was a yelp and a flurry of movement. When the covers were thrown back Albus was face-to-face with Lysander and practically leaped off of the bed as twin yells escaped them.

"Bloody hell, Albus. That's no way to wake a man up," Lysander said, as he rubbed his arse.

"Where the hell is Malfoy?" he asked, flummoxed.

"Work," Lysander supplied, yawning. He lay back and sprawled himself across the bed. "Did you want a shag? Scorpius might not be back for a few days. He's out on a case."

"Ugh," Albus groaned, "You have got to be shitting me." And when he thought about it, when had he ever sneaked into Malfoy's room without the man waking up and waving a wand in his face?

"So I take it I'm right then?" Lysander asked, as he began to tug at his shirt before pulling it over his head. Lysander had long blonde hair that reached his mid-back but at the moment it was looped through an elastic band. Albus would have preferred if he could have seen it spill over the man's shoulders.

"Uhm, Lysander, what are you doing?" he asked, as he silently hoped the man was suggesting what he thought he was.

"I'm taking my clothes off so we can fuck," Lysander said, rather bluntly. He raised his hips and slid his pants off. Albus began to shed his clothes the second he saw Lysander's cock. He could not wait to see what it looked like when it was erect, not to mention feel it.

"Top or bottom?" he asked, as he stepped out of his trousers and pants.

"Bottom," Lysander said, "I'm in the mood to give a good riding."

Albus licked his lips and climbed into the bed. "I'm more than willing to accommodate you," he said, as he lay atop the other man. He slid his hand to the back of Lysander's head and kissed him thoroughly.

They stayed in that position for a while, snogging and frotting with each other. Albus familiarized himself with Lysander's mouth, running his tongue along the roof, over his teeth, against his tongue. Lysander was just as thorough in his exploration of Albus if not more so. They groped and they touched and Albus moaned softly when Lysander parted his cheeks teasingly.

The other man rolled them over and straddled him. Lysander set his hands on either side of Albus' head and began to roll his hips, rubbing their cocks together. Albus bent his knees and set his feet on the bed. He pulled the other man's face towards his and kissed him some more. He slid a hand between them and held their cocks together to allow for more friction. Lysander moaned into his mouth.

"Want you inside me," Lysander murmured.

Lysander stopped moving atop him and reached for his wand. He used it to conjure some lube on Albus chest before putting it aside. He ran his fingers through it, leaned back onto Albus' thighs and spread his legs so that Albus was getting a full view of his bits. Albus followed Lysanders' fingers with his eyes and watched as the man slid his fingers over his entrance. Albus let out a groan as a finger was pressed inside. He loved to watch when his lovers fingered themselves. Albus swallowed when he saw a second finger disappear inside the man.

"You finished yet?" he rasped, "Because I don't think I can watch you fingering yourself any longer without jumping you."

Lysander laughed and slid his fingers out. He glided his hand in the lube and then slicked Albus' cock. "Knees down," he said.

Albus straightened his legs and watched as Lysander lowered himself onto his cock, engulfing him in heat and tightness. He watched as Lysander leaned back and rested his hands on Albus' knees before extending his legs on either side of him. Lysander closed his eyes and began to rock his hips back and forth. Albus groaned when he realized just how deep he was going.

"Why the fuck haven't I slept with you before?" he asked, as he began to rock his hips.

"How often do you... consider... sleeping with some... of your male friends, Albus?" Lysander asked. It was a fair question since he tended to be the last one to realise when an old friend had grown up to be fairly fit. Lysander was a prime example.

"Fair enough," he said.

After a few moments they synchronized their movements and Lysander began to rock harder, sending Albus deeper inside of him. It was fantastic. He held the man loosely by the hips and watched as his cock bobbed from their movements. Lysander's cock was long and slender, his girth nothing like Malfoy's but his length greater. The length was wonderful too, not abnormally long but definitely longer than average. One day Albus would have it up his arse but at the moment he was perfectly fine with watching it bob and sway.

Lysander let out a moan and paused to grind his hips. The man groaned and leaned back further, Albus shifted and sat up, bringing the blonde's legs up with him. He shifted until he was more comfortable before they began to move again. Lysander was mewling not too long after and his thrusts we harder than before. They kept at it until they were panting and groaning with nearly every movement they made.

In a sudden flash of movement Albus found himself in a position where the man's legs were no longer on his shoulders and Lysander was sitting himself up. Lysander tucked his legs underneath him, and held onto Albus' shoulders before he slid back onto Albus' cock and started to bounce himself up and down swiftly. Albus placed his hands under Lysander's arse and helped him along. He panted as Lysander fucked himself on his cock and muttered a string of 'yes's and encouragements. Lysander was gripping Albus' shoulders tightly, it would definitely bruise later, and his head was flung back as he held a slack jawed expression. Lysander began to buck his hips at the end of his thrusts and was whimpering faintly. Albus held on to him and licked a stripe along the collarbone before him.

"Fuck, Albus," Lysander panted.

"Come... for me," he said, as he wrapped a hand around the man's cock.

"Soon... almost..." the man rasped.

"Shoot your load all... mmm... all over me," he groaned.

"Going... to... mmf ah aah AHN... ah... ooh..." Lysander sounded as he came, bursts of semen coating both him and Albus.

After a few more thrust Albus felt his cock pulsing and he moaned at the pleasure that ran through him and the heat that he felt as he filled the other man. Lysander ground his hips slowly, milking him. Albus raised his head and claimed Lysander's lips.

"We should do that again some time," Lysander said, as they lay in Malfoy's bed.

"We should," he agreed.

"Mmm."

"So, what exactly are you doing here if Hob's out on a case?" he asked.

"Hmm? Oh, well we shagged before he left and I guess I just fell asleep in here," Lysander said, as he stretched.

"You two aren't dating again are you? Because I don't need to see him more often than necessary."

"Haha, no, we aren't. We've just been fucking. But we have been spending a fair amount of time together... Anyway, Scorpius isn't that disagreeable, you two just need to have a proper conversation."

"Hmph, the only conversations we have that don't end in quarrels happen to end with orgasms. Just last week we ran into one another at work an-"

"Yes, yes. I know. You two are ridiculous. You don't see Lorcan and Hugo having quite so many arguments do you? They just ignore one another, or cast hateful glances across the room."

"I suppose. But he really is insufferable."

"Besides, if your fathers could put aside their differences I don't see why you two can't."

"Clashing personalities. And I still don't know how they settled their differences. It was a miracle really."

"It was. But you two have clashing personalities that result in amazing fucks. It's an odd sort of relationship. I'm not judging though, or complaining."

"You're too complacent for that."

"No, I'm just a kinky little fucker who enjoys watching the tension between you two."

"Voyeur."

"Mhm. Want to snog until we're too tired to stay awake?" Lysander suggested. Albus did not quite see a problem with it so he rolled over and pulled the other man towards him.