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Day 11: Dominate

Sitting in the window sill Albus watched the sun rise through the glass. He had been up for hours now and knew there wouldn't be a point in trying to return to his nearby bed. Besides, there was something to be said for watching the sun rise on the day you discovered you were in love with someone.

A more pragmatic and cynical person would hypothesis that what he was feeling now would disappear with the dreams, but Albus was a man who went with his gut. Potter men found the loves of their lives early, before they even left school. Everyone had joked that Albus would be the first in six generations not to end up seeing hearts before graduation. And the Potter men only loved that way once. So even when the dreams ended, what was in his heart would only grow stronger.

The idea of spending the rest of his hopefully long life trying to talk Scorpius into loving him back was daunting, but Albus wasn't the type to run from a challenge. It would probably take at least two decades before Scorpius stopped resisting his advances, and Merlin only knew how long it would take before the Slytherin would even consider admitting to loving him. Yup, the next half a century was not going to be an easy fifty years.

So he would sit and he would enjoy the peace before the storm.

)

Hours later as he stood outside the Great Hall Albus watched Scorpius zero in on him and march towards him with a single minded focus. Barely blinking when Scorpius grabbed his arm Albus allowed himself to be dragged off, waving off his cousins who had moved to interfere. What was wrong now, Albus wondered as Scorpius led them into an empty classroom, closing the door behind them. A good morning kiss was way too much to hope for.

Before the Gryffindor could ask Scorpius let him go and then turning to face Albus pushed down the sleeve of his robe, revealing a gleaming bracelet on his left wrist.

It was the bracelet he'd given him in the dream, Albus realized as he moved in to get a better look, reaching out a finger to run it over the very real metal surface. "How?" He asked as he looked up to meet Scorpius's gaze.

"It was there when I woke up. It won't come off. Get it off!"

"It just slid on in the dream." Albus pointed out as he tried to slide the bracelet off, knowing Scorpius well enough to know the Slytherin wasn't above trying to blast the thing off. If Scorpius didn't want it he'd keep it until he did Albus decided as he tugged.

When that didn't work Albus tried a couple spells but neither of them worked either. "Maybe it won't come off until the dreams are done?" He finally concluded, doing his best to look sorry about that.

Coldly furious Scorpius glared down at the bracelet.

"Why are you so upset? It's not like you can't lie if anyone asks about it." Actually, Albus was pretty proud of his dream self for coming up with such a classy gift. He didn't wear anything resembling jewelry personally, but even he would wear it.

"Did you think I wouldn't know what 'A ghra' means?"

Crap. He'd really been hoping that that would be the case. And wasn't Scorpius blood too blue to know a Muggle language that was almost extinct anyway? For that matter, shouldn't someone as British as Malfoy distain the native language of the Irish, the people they'd been oppressing and assimilating for centuries? Could the fates not cut him just a little slack?

"Let's get something very clear, Potter, since you seem to have conveniently forgotten. I am a Malfoy, you are a Potter. We are not friends, we are not lovers. You do NOT call me your love. When this hellish week ends we are both getting memory charms done and that's final, understand?"

"First off, you aren't the boss of me. I'm not getting a memory charm done and you can't make me. Two, I can call you whatever the hell I want, it's a free country. And, FYI, our last names are just our last names, they don't define who we are or chose to be. If I want us to be friends, hell, if I want us to be lovers, a name is sure as hell not going to stop me. Do YOU understand?"

Blown away by the implications of what Albus had just said Scorpius stared into the Gryffindor's fierce green eyes, reading them easily now. And what he saw in them scared the hell out of him. And when he was scared, his defense mechanisms kicked in.

"Oh I understand all right." Scorpius began coldly, forcing his face to hide his reaction and feelings. Getting up in Albus's face Scorpius sneered down at the Gryffindor. "But you would do well to remember what you said to Emmaline. You want to be my toy, Potter? My stupid easy lay? The position is currently available until the end of term."

It was a good thing for Scorpius's face that he wasn't the only one who knew his opponent well. Keeping his fisted hands at his side Albus met Scorpius's gaze dead on, refusing to give into his fury. "If that was all I was to you what I said wouldn't scare you so much. And I said lover, not whore. Big difference. I seem to have fallen for you, and you shooting off your mouth like the idiot you are isn't likely to change that any time soon. So get used to it, because I'm going to make a man out of you whether YOU like it or not. A ghra."

Quick as the snake Scorpius was Albus grabbed Scorpius's lapels and pulled him in for a quick, possessive kiss, before turning the stunned Slytherin loose with a gleam in his eyes.

"See you in class." Albus threw out over his shoulder as he left, closing the door firmly behind him. He had a lot of strategizing to do before midnight.

)

Scorpius avoided Albus for the two classes they had together, afraid that he really would kill the bastard. Not that he would mourn the assehole's death, but he didn't want to go to prison for such a stupid reason. At least that's what he told himself.

He stewed over it during dinner and had built himself up to confront Albus by the time dessert came around. Unfortunately Albus seemed to be dragging his feet, remaining behind even after most of his family had left. He seemed to be waiting for something or someone, Scorpius thought as more and more people left. Studying him Scorpius watched as Albus exchanged a nod with a Ravenclaw. What the fuck was with Albus and Ravenclaws?

Watching the two of them get up and head towards the door Scorpius got up as well, following after them. The Ravenclaw was a year younger than them and Asian, shorter than Albus and slim as a girl. He was also gay according to rumors.

There was something secretive about them, the way they'd waited until most everyone was gone, the length of their stride, the bag the Ravenclaw carried, something was definitely up. And he found himself following Albus way too much lately. But damn it, he was curious. And Albus was an idiot who needed supervision.

Using a piece of armor as cover Scorpius concentrated on watching the two as the Ravenclaw held out the bag once the two apparently thought they were alone.

"Thanks, I appreciate this, Haru." Taking it Albus pulled out the book inside, giving his friend a questioning look when he saw that there were a number of loose pieces of paper sticking out of it.

"I thought you'd want some direction, since you sounded rather urgent." Haru replied with a hint of a smile.

"You're not even going to ask me why?" Albus asked curiously as he flipped through the pages, his eyes widening at some of the illustrations. Oh boy but he was going to get one hell of an education with this. Which was what he needed, if he was going to bribe Scorpius into letting him stick around once the dreams were over. As a man he knew the importance that his gender put on sex, and as weapons went he was willing to pull out the stops. He just needed a few pointers.

Amused Haru wondered how long it would be before the rest of the school found out just why Albus Potter would be interested in learning how men had sex with each other.

"I am a Ravenclaw, my friend. I am therefore more observant and smarter than the majority of people. I can connect the dots." The smile widening Haru reached out to pat his friend's shoulder. "And you have set your sights on a most difficult fish."

"Tell me about it. My next fifty years are going to be so-HOLY SHIT!" Eyes bugging out of his head Albus stared at the step by step instructions depicted in front of him. "How is that physically possible? It can't be physically possible!"

Leaning forward to get a better look Haru could understand Albus's reaction. "It is, but both men need to be double jointed."

Albus wanted to ask if Haru had first hand knowledge, but thought better of it. There were just some things you didn't want to know about your friends. "Well thanks again." He finally managed to get out. "I'll get it back to you in a couple days."

"No hurry, I've pretty much memorized it. And, Albus…would you mind a piece of advice?"

"Please. I know I can use all the help I can get."

"As you know my parents breed horses for a living. When training a horse it is best to break them in gently, getting them used to the reins, saddle, etc. However, there are occasionally those horses that are too strong willed and wild to be broken in that way. Horses like that, I've found, often need to be ridden into the ground to learn their place. Understand?"

"I do." Albus answered with a grin. "I definitely do."

Scorpius didn't, but he had a real bad feeling about it.

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Picking his battles Albus concentrated on only one thing when preparing for the coming dream. He kept a visual of the office room in the townhouse in his mind, focusing on the details of the room and his couch. And so the setting of the dream was that room.

Scorpius went to bed fuming about how he hadn't won the argument in the empty classroom, visualizing all the things he should have said and done to win it. And so when the dream began he entered the office dressed in his school uniform and fuming mad, Albus reclining on his couch in his own uniform, save for bare feet.

Marching up to stand in front of the couch Scorpius glared down at Albus and let all his frustration loose. Calling Albus every name in the book the Slytherin used every four letter word he knew as he sought to prove to both of them that the Gryffindor didn't matter. That he was less than nothing to him.

Staying where he was Albus calmly let Scorpius get it out of his system, absently impressed with his lover's vocabulary. How very unrefined of him. It just went to prove how shaken Scorpius was, to resort to that. Of course a part of Albus's brain was registering the insults and getting seriously pissed off, but he had plans that would make Scorpius make it up to him.

When he'd exhausted his knowledge of bad, crude language Scorpius paused for breath, realizing now that not only had Albus not contradicted anything he'd just said but had yet to show any reaction at all to what he'd been saying. "Were you even listening?" Scorpius demanded to know, his outrage plain. The idea that he'd spent the last twenty minutes being ignored had his blood pressure rising to critical levels.

"I was listening."

"Than why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to interrupt. Are you done now?"

Confident that he'd just destroyed any positive emotions the other man might have for him Scorpius nodded curtly. If anyone had ever called him what he'd just called Albus he'd kill them. Or at the very least beat them within an inch of their lives. Uh oh…. Eyes widening slightly Scorpius realized too late the danger he was in. Because Albus could easily kick his ass and they both knew it.

He only managed a mangled yelp before Albus grabbed him and yanked him onto the couch, rolling them easily so that Scorpius wound up on the bottom with his arms pinned up over his head, Albus superior body weight holding the rest of him down. Squirming got him nowhere, except to make it clear that the Gryffindor was hard all over. And looking into Albus's eyes, Scorpius knew what it was to be prey.

"So, just to recap your argument," Albus began silkily, a faint smile on his lips. "You think that I'm an idiot. That I'm an easy, only half decent lay who can't begin to compare with your other women. I'm not a man since I've been taking the bottom and you think I'm out of my mind to think you could ever love me. That about cover it?"

"Close enough." Damn if he was going to let his panic show.

"Well let's see if I can change your mind then."

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Lowering his head Albus captured Scorpius's lips, more amused than annoyed when Scorpius continued to squirm and try and buck him off. He wasn't going anywhere. For now he'd start gentle, coaxing Scorpius's mouth open to deepen the kiss, smirking against the hard lips when the other man bit down on his lip in retaliation for the swipe of tongue.

Breaking off the kiss Albus licked the blood off his lip and waited until he saw the uneasy in Scorpius's grey eyes before he proceeded with his other plans. Moving Scorpius's wrists together Albus shifted his grip so that one hand held them in place, leaving the right free to move around. And down.

Scorpius cursed under his breath as Albus's fingers slid under his pants and boxers, those hot fingers wrapping tightly around him. Instinctively rubbing himself against Albus's stroking fingers, Scorpius's eyes closed in bliss as he relaxed, sure he was off the hook. They opened though when Albus released him milliseconds from climax.

"What the?"

Stroking Scorpius's thigh now Albus's gaze was direct and knowing. "Something you want?"

"You know what I want, damn it."

"Then apologize."

Mouth dropping open as he saw where this was going Scorpius glared, his face stony. "The fuck I will."

"We'll see."

And Albus had to give Scorpius credit. He had to bring Scorpius to the brisk of climax three more times before he finally got something vaguely resembling an apology.

"ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, DAMNIT! I'M SORRY, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

A good start, Albus decided, as he got off the couch. Raising a finger when Scorpius opened his mouth to complain Albus cut off his complaints with his next words. "You want to lose the pants?"

Both boys quickly discarded everything they were wearing from the waist down, Albus shifting back on top of Scorpius with a predator's grace. Wrapping his hand back around Scorpius's erection Albus leaned forward to nibble on Scorpius's bottom lip. "You're so hard and wet, so slippery." He murmured softly as Scorpius shuddered under him, "And you are so ready. Go over, and then the real fun begins, a ghra."

)

As soon as Scorpius climaxed Albus shifted his position, setting one bent leg between Scorpius's, the other bracing down on the floor beside the couch. Lifting Scorpius's legs up and over his shoulders Albus placed his hands on Scorpius's thighs, veeing Scorpius's body against his own. He waited until Scorpius's eyes met his before thrusting into him, fingers digging into Scorpius's hips as he moved him into his thrusts. Giving into the feral animal within him Albus's only thought was to mate, to take what was his and mark Scorpius as his own. To see to it that Scorpius would never forget what it was to be his.

He would prove to his lover that no one would ever love him the way he could. No one would ever make him feel what he was going to make him feel.

Helpless to do anything but take it Scorpius's eyes never left Albus's face, the naked hunger there as arousing as the unexpected position and penetration. Fingers digging into the cushions as he struggled to bite back his reactions Scorpius knew what it was to be burned alive, consumed and trapped in scalding, indescribable heat. Pleasure and pain interwove and melded together to create mind blowing sensations that had him crying out in excitement.

Groaning as his climax ripped through him Albus shuddered as he leaned forward, hungrily moving his lips against Scorpius's as he continued to thrust, not stopping until Scorpius climaxed under him just as powerfully.

After the two lay like dead men, unable to move and not really worried about that. In fact, if they were dying, both were pretty sure that it would all be worth it. They would die very, very satisfied men.