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Wake Up Call
Eyes fluttering open Rorake stared up at the morning sky, his mind throwing off sleep quickly as he remembered why he could feel a warm body pressed up against his side. A warm body, Rorake noted wryly, who had stolen all the covers and was currently wrapped up like a butterfly in his cocoon. And studying the 'cocooned butterfly' in his bed Rorake remembered how he'd once thought that any man who had sex with Louis Weasley would regret doing so as soon as the sexual haze faded. Looks like he'd know how accurate that prediction was, once the sexual haze had faded.
So far it was still fogging up his mind.
Sitting up, the Slytherin ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at the both of them. Talk about a road he'd thought he'd never go down. Sleeping with Louis Weasley had definitely not been on his life to do list.
There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the Gryffindor wasn't going to be any more thrilled by this development in their relationship than he was. In fact, he'd lay odds Louis would be even more upset than he was. The blonde would probably throw a fit of epic proportions, blame everything on him, and maybe even accuse him of having taken advantage of him. That could be entertaining, especially if the other man threw the fit while still naked.
He liked the man naked quite a bit.
But clothed or not, at least he'd gotten a night's worth of unbelievably hot sex out of it before the yelling, Rorake mused, lips twitching in amusement.
And thinking about that would only tempt him to unwrap the Gryffindor like a present, which he'd done a couple of hours ago, Rorake thought ruefully as he reached out, unable to stop himself from running a hand down the other man's covered back. A sleepy Louis was an incredibly sexy Louis.
Feeling the man stirring under his hand Rorake removed it, watching as the Gryffindor's head slowly poked out of the quilt, the blonde bumping into him when he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in puzzlement, blinking like a surprised owl.
"I'm outside?"
Lips twitching at the mumbled words of confusion Rorake settled back against his headboard, looking down at the Gryffindor struggling to wake up. "My ceiling is bewitched to resemble the sky outside." He explained, looking up to enjoy the view.
Slowly Louis's head turned to the side and then tilted so that he could better see the man occupying the bed as well.
Watching as understanding dawned on the other man's face Rorake didn't take offense when the blonde's eyes went as big as dinner plates, a number of words coming out of the man's mouth in a loud jumble that the Slytherin was willing to bet a lot of money were swear words in French.
"Morning."
"Morning." He was going into shock, Louis thought dimly as he sat up, the covers pooling around his waist as he looked everywhere but at the Slytherin. The very obviously naked Slytherin, since he'd taken all the covers sometime during the wee hours of the day. The very naked, incredibly built Slytherin who had rocked his world in some really excellent, awesome orgasms sort of way, Louis mentally added as he absently blew some of his hair out of his eyes, and then tucked the strands behind his ears for good measure.
He needed to see and think clearly. Not easy to do, when your brain had been screwed to mush during the night, Louis thought as he glanced over, eyes catching on the way the light from above played over the man's exposed chest.
And the thought that he needed to get a better sense of his surroundings had the Gryffindor really seeing the room he was in for the first time, having been far too absorbed with the Slytherin and the bed to notice the rest of their surroundings. Looking around Louis forgot his embarrassment and shock for the moment as his lips curved into a delighted grin. "Your bedroom is awesome. It's like a little oasis." The sky was overhead and around the room were diagonal shelves that supported long troughs full of various plants and flowers. In one corner there was even a little fountain on a round table, water cheerfully flowing into the basin where miniature lily pads floated.
The smile that crossed the Slytherin's lips was soft with pleasure. "Thanks. That was the idea."
Going mushy over that smile Louis had to remind himself that he didn't even like the man. Which hadn't stopped him from sleeping with him, the Gryffindor thought darkly, disgusted with himself. Of course Goyle had slept with him too, and didn't like him either. Probably. The Slytherin did take a weird pleasure in teasing him, Louis mused thoughtfully. Rorake Goyle was just plain annoying and confusing.
Not the type to loiter in bed unless sex was involved, which he was pretty sure it no longer was, Rorake shifted to give the Gryffindor his back, intending to get out of bed.
"The tattoo."
Pausing as he felt the blonde shift over to kneel behind him Rorake remained still as the other man's fingers slid over his skin as the Gryffindor traced the lines of his black dragon tattoo. A knowing grin crossing the Slytherin's features, Rorake couldn't resist sliding both his hands around so that he could cup the older man's ass in his hands, squeezing lightly. "Like it?"
"Enough not to kill you for squeezing my ass like you've got the right to."
"I did more than squeeze it last night."
Had the Slytherin ever, Louis thought dreamily.
His ass had the bites, dents, and tenderness to prove it.
Not that he was complaining.
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Albus woke up without a clear memory of how or when he'd gone to bed. He had a feeling that Scorpius might have helped him get there, but he wasn't a hundred percent sure about that. Staring off into space the Gryffindor tried to jog his memory but gave up shortly, since it didn't strike his as that important to remember. After all, it wasn't like he and Scorpius had done anything he needed to remember, Albus thought with a small smile as he threw off his covers. The man's absence and the fact that he was still wearing his boxers proved that.
Muffling a yawn with his hand the Gryffindor headed for the bathroom, taking care of business and then hopping into the shower to complete the waking up process.
He was rubbing his shampoo into his hair when the shower door suddenly opened, startling Albus enough that he yelped as he spun around.
Scorpius looked the man over from head to toe and then met Albus's gaze squarely. "Hurry up, breakfast is getting cold."
Mouth gapping open as the Slytherin slammed the door shut and walked away, Albus absently scratched his soapy head in confusion. "What the hell?"
He was still confused as hell when he walked into his kitchen to find his partner already half way through his own breakfast. Keeping a wary eye on the other man, since he sensed he was in trouble for some reason, Albus picked up the plate Scorpius had set out for him, taking it with him as he headed for the stove where a cheese omelet awaited him.
Helping himself to it and the juice in his fridge the Gryffindor walked over to take a seat beside his partner. "Thanks for making breakfast. Sorry for falling asleep on you last night. At least you got coffee and donuts for a week out of it." He added, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Do you remember what you said to me last night?"
"Judging from your tone of voice…no?" Oh shit, what had he said, Albus wondered as he was pinned in place by the look in the blonde's eyes.
"I figured as much."
Albus waited for the Slytherin to explain, but no explanation came. The man just ate his toast and omelet and acted like he wasn't even there. Not good, definitely not good, the Gryffindor thought as he made himself turn his attention to his breakfast. There had been something he'd needed to remember. He was going to be in serious trouble with his partner if he didn't remember what he'd apparently said the night before.
"Can I have a hint as to what I said?"
"No."
Wincing, Albus sent up a silent plea to his maker to shed some light on the subject.
His maker answered him by sending Louis, who rushed into the kitchen looking frazzled and about ready to explode from whatever news he'd come to impart.
Blinking in surprise as he came to a grinding halt Louis stared back and forth between the two men at the table. "Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here? It's only eight in the morning! Al, what is he doing here? Did you lose your mind too?"
"No, my mind is working just fine." Albus drawled out, cursing his maker for this kind of interruption. "His staying over was work related. What's up, Louis?"
Pulling out a seat for himself Louis turned his gaze to Scorpius, who was obviously not happy to see him. Tough, he trumped the other man so long as the other two men weren't dating, the blonde thought with an arrogant tilt of his head. "You're going to have to go. You know where the door is, Malfoy, feel free to let it hit you on your ass."
"Louis." Albus's tone said it all.
Lifting his glass up Scorpius gave the other blonde a dark look. "I was here first."
"Fine, if you want to hear all about how I spent the night screwing your best friend's brains out, stay."
Immediately the juice came spewing out of the Slytherin's mouth as he choked on it, the man coughing like crazy as he stared over at Louis in mind numbing shock.
"Dammit, Louis. Couldn't you have at least waited until he'd swallowed?" Getting out of his chair Albus hurried to his partner's side, running a hand up and down the Slytherin's back. "Just breathe, Baby. Just breathe and clear your mind of any mental images his words have given you." If looks could kill the look the Gryffindor aimed at his cousin would have had Louis rolling around on the ground in agony.
"Don't call me Baby." Scorpius coughed out, grabbing his napkin to wipe the juice off his person. "And you are so lucky he loves you, Weasley, or I'd curse you to hell and back for that."
Louis's eyes went huge. "Rorake loves me?"
"No, you idiot! I meant Al! Rorake would never be stupid enough to fall in love with you. I'd put him out of his misery first."
"Oh."
Shaking his head at the both of them Albus headed to the sink's drawers to retrieve a wash cloth, wetting it in the sink before returning to wipe up the mess Louis had caused Scorpius to make. While he did that Albus looked over at his cousin as the man's words finally sunk in. "You slept with Rory? Seriously? The tattoo got you? He's got a thing for tattoos." Albus added for the Slytherin's benefit.
"How do you know about the tattoo?" Louis and Scorpius demanded to know in tandem.
Albus hunched his shoulders at the looks he was getting from the other two men. "What? I've seen him without a shirt, that's it. It's a sick tattoo. And that's not important. What's important is the fact that our best friends apparently hooked up last night, Partner."
"I think he's lying." Scorpius announced with a dark look in the blonde Gryffindor's direction. "There's no way that Rory would ever be stupid enough to sleep with Weasley. I mean it's obvious he's lying, especially since he said he was the one doing the screwing. No way my best friend would ever be the submissive to your best friend. It would just never happen. Couldn't happen. I'll disown him as my best friend if that happened."
"Well that's a little harsh."
Scorpius's face said plainly that he strongly disagreed with his partner's opinion on the matter.
"Fine, he screwed my brains out." He might not like the Slytherin outside the bedroom most of the time, but he wasn't going to cost the other man his best friend. Well that and he had pretty much let Rorake ravish him to his heart's content, Louis admitted, though only to himself.
The three lapsing into silence, no one sure what to say, especially thanks to the bomb Louis had dropped with his announcement that he had slept with Rory. They were all thinking about that and trying not to, as well as agonizing over the night before and wondering just how their lives had gotten so damn complicated and fraught with pitfalls.
All three jostled in their seats at the unexpected sound of something tapping against one of the kitchen's window panes.
Twisting in their seats to view the cause of the noise the three stared at the unfamiliar owl outside the window.
Getting to his feet Albus walked over and let the owl in, allowing it to rest on his arm while he retrieved the message attached to its leg. The handwriting was unfamiliar, but the name at the bottom of the paper wasn't. "It's a message from Mrs. McEntyre. She wants us to come see her for tea this afternoon at her home. Apparently she has some information for us that she doesn't feel comfortable relaying to us in writing."
Coming over Scorpius took the piece of paper, reading it for himself while he tried to ignore his reaction to standing so close to the other man. "I can make it, you?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Then I'll see you at two. Your cousin will explode if he doesn't give you all the dirty details soon and as much as I like the idea of his demise, I'd hate to get my clothes dirty with what little brain matter he has."
Louis scowled. "I have more brains then you could ever hope to have."
"It's too early in the morning for this." Albus informed them, stepping in before they could get into one of their heated arguments that always ended with him stuck between them while they tried to establish whose side he was on.
Both felt that it was never too early to fight with each other, so Albus took his breakfast and headed for the parlor to let them have their fun.
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Arriving at Mrs. McEntyre's house at ten to two Albus waited outside for his partner, absently twirling his umbrella as the rain beat down upon it. He still hadn't remembered anything he'd said the night before that Scorpius would have a problem with, and the Slytherin had left his house after breakfast without giving him so much as a hint. It probably hadn't helped that Louis, who'd eavesdropped as he'd seen his partner out, had wanted to know what had been said too. He had wanted to kick Louis out and talk things over with his partner, but Scorpius had seemed to want to go, probably intending to go and have a talk with Rory.
He was sorry to miss it.
Though he still couldn't believe that his cousin had slept with Rorake, it was so out of character for either of them.
It would be interesting to see what happened between those two.
But given how screwed up his own love life was Albus figured he was better off worrying about his own and leaving Rory and Louis to figure out how to solve their relationship woes. If you could say that any of them had relationship woes. It was probably more accurate to say they all had a man in their life that was driving them up the wall.
And speaking of the man currently driving him nuts…here he was now.
Raising a hand in greeting Albus watched the man approach through the rain, looking as sexy as ever. The man's walk alone was so hot, so confident and sure, the Gryffindor thought with a gleam in his eyes. His partner sure knew how to swagger with style.
"Hey. Did you go and see Rorake?"
Careful to avoid the puddles Scorpius nodded his head as he came to a stop in front of the Gryffindor. "Yeah. He's pleading temporary insanity."
The gleam in the Gryffindor's eyes shifted from male appreciation to one of amusement. "I hope he didn't tell Louis that. Though I guess he didn't, since Rory was still alive for you to talk to."
Scorpius was fairly sure that his friend could take Louis Weasley down with one hand tied behind his back, but didn't see any point in arguing about that. They had more important things to worry about. Like the way last night had screwed up with their relationship, whether the other man remembered it or not. "Ready to head in?"
"Yeah." Albus nodded. "And after we meet with the widow you're going to tell me what I forgot about last night. I can tell it's bugging you. Did I call you by Santana's name or something?"
The look Scorpius leveled his way spoke volumes. His guess had been far off…and his partner did not like Santana being brought into what was already a touchy subject. Apparently luck was far from him for the time being.
"We'll talk."
And that being all he intended to say on the matter for the time before Scorpius headed towards the front door of the house, ringing the doorbell as his partner came to stand at his side. He still hadn't figured out what they were going to talk about, but they did have to talk.
The L word wasn't something you forgot easily, especially when it was applied to you by the man who, if he was completely honest, he loved too.
Merlin help him.
