Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters find themselves in.

Note: The twins are actually fourteen, I put the wrong age in last chap. Has been fixed. Sorry.

Temper, Temper

Members of Albus's family were known for their tempers, particular the female ones. Personally he'd never been the type to get anger easily, or the type who hot temperedly spewed his fury out on whoever had made him angry in the first place. No, in his case, when he'd hit a certain level of pissed off, he went cold.

Later Albus couldn't have said just why the Slytherin's mocking tone put him in a state of cold blooded fury, though he thought it had to do with the fact that he was sick and tired of feeling less than desirable, knowledgeable, and appealing when it came to sex. Whatever the reason there wasn't a hint of a blush anywhere on the Gryffindor's body as he reached out with one hand, sliding it under the other man's belt to get a good grip, and jerked the Slytherin hard up against him. And his words, when he spoke, were heavy with demand.

"Why don't you tell me exactly what you want, Mr. Slytherin. After all, I can't tell you if it's in the cards for you or not if I don't know what you want."

Thinking that the Gryffindor was bluffing, though bluffing extremely well, Scorpius wasn't about to back down even though the shiver that ran down his spine warned him what he refused to believe. That the other man was now dangerous.

"What do I want? I want you on your knees in front of me, Albus. I want my erection in your mouth, being stroked by your tongue while you rub that stubble of yours against my thighs. Is that in the cards, Mr. Gryffindor?"

Reaching out Albus let go of the belt, then began undoing it. Keeping his eyes on the Slytherin's the Gryffindor unhooked the man's trousers and undid the front, smiling in a predatory way when he saw that there was nothing else in his way.

And as Scorpius watched with widening eyes the Gryffindor knelt down in front of him, leaned forward to blow hot breath against the Slytherin's growing erection, and then the man's tongue came out, swiping up the length of Scorpius's penis in one long, knowing stroke.

The gasp that escaped the Slytherin's lips seemed to ring in his ears, but Albus pushed that aside and concentrated fully on what he was doing, pulling the trousers back on either side to give him better access. He'd never gone down on a man before, but he all but memorized the chapters on it in the books he'd bought because he'd figured that would happen before actual sex did if things continued on their present course. And apparently he'd been right.

But one could only learn so much from books, and doing it himself was a whole other experience.

He felt so big in his mouth, big and hot and hard, the Gryffindor panted as he carefully rubbed his tongue against the other man's flesh, gaining confidence when the Slytherin had to reach behind him to grab onto the worktable there for support while the man's other fingers dove into his hair, cupping his head so that he couldn't have lifted his head if he wanted to.

But he didn't want to, as the anger faded and became a cool headed focus instead. He wanted to make the other man want him, to pleasure him to the point where the Slytherin would want him and only him. He was going to make the man come, Albus thought with the kind of determination that made no room for failure.

Tipping his head to get a better angle the Gryffindor sucked hard, bringing the tip of the Slytherin's erection to his throat, causing him to swallow hard. Making sounds of pleasure to mingle with the blonde's Albus forgot everything the books had said as he winged it, following the harsh commands he was given as the object of his desire told him exactly how he wanted it.

Struggling not to take over and pump himself against the soft, sinfully seductive lips Scorpius stared down at the man giving him the most thorough, seductive blow job in his life, his breath catching in his throat when those green eyes briefly looked up at him with erotic knowledge and intent.

And damn but if he didn't stop the Gryffindor soon he was going to come. The man's tongue and mouth were dangerous enough, but the teasing, unexpected brushes of the man's whiskers against his sensitive inner thighs was driving him closer and closer to the edge of his control.

Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore Scorpius tugged on the other man's hair insistently. "You've got to stop."

Slowly Albus slid his mouth off the man's flesh, dragging his teeth ever so slightly over the tip before letting go completely. "Why?"

All but ready to beg for more, the Slytherin's voice was hoarse and husky. "I was going to come."

"I know. I could tell."

And then the Gryffindor took him back into his mouth and Scorpius couldn't find the strength within him to utter so much as a peep of protest.

Closing his eyes the Slytherin gave himself over to the other man, holding on for dear life as the Gryffindor pushed him further and further until he came with a shuddered cry that echoed in the room along with the music still playing in the background.

Doing some shuddering of his own Albus drew back his head, swallowing hard as he did so. When he was sure his legs could handle it he got to his feet, reaching out and doing the man's trousers up again while the Slytherin watched him with eyes at half mast, the lashes hiding the man's thoughts from him, though the heat coming from them was scorching. Once the task of fixing the other man's clothing was done the Gryffindor lifted his hands up to frame the blonde's face, intending to taste the Slytherin another way when he heard the sound of knocking at the door, then Hagrid's voice coming through, asking if he was there.

Leaping back from Scorpius like he'd been burned Albus called out that he'd be right there, his cold focus shattering into millions of pieces like a dropped pane of glass. Face going bright red the Gryffindor looked around frantically, grabbed the apron he used to protect his clothes when needed, and shrugged it on prayed that it would hide the fact that he had the biggest hard on of his nearly three decades of life.

Not daring to glance back in the Slytherin's direction Albus hurried into the other section of the greenhouse.

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Looking up from the carnivorous flower he'd been studying with some interest the school's groundskeeper straightened with a smile on his face as he turned to greet one of his favorite people in the world. His smile died a little though, when he got a good look at the young man coming towards him. "Hello, Al, how's it…boy is your face red. Are you all right? Not feelin sick, are you?" Hagrid asked in concern, studying the younger man thoroughly.

The smile Albus worked up was strained to say the least. "Hello, Hagrid, and no, I'm fine. I was just doing some heavy lifting back there, rearranging some sacks of fertilizer and such. You can forget how hot it is in here once you get going."

"Well be sure ta drink plenty of water, don't want you getting dehydrated, now do we?"

"No we don't. So what brings you here, Hagrid? Do you need something?"

The half giant shook his great head and then pointed to a bush whose roots were incased in cloth. "Came across it while I was out doin me rounds in the forest. I remembered you sayin that you were hopin to get your hands on one, thought I'd save ya the trouble. Some of the roots got a little hacked up when I was getting it out though." The man added ruefully, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry bout that."

Distracted for a moment Albus grinned. "Thank you, Hagrid, no worries about the roots. It's a hardy bush." Walking over the Gryffindor picked it up to get a good look at it, pleased to see it was in healthy condition. "Thanks for going to all the trouble to get it, I wasn't looking forward to going into the forest to get one and they're so bloody expensive in nurseries. I really appreciate this."

Flushing with pleasure Hagrid moved in close to ruffle the other man's hair with loving affection. "Was no problem, happy ta do it. Anything for you." Eyes narrowing slightly the older man reached out and gently tilted the man's face to catch the light better. "You've got some sort of sap or something on yer face, Al. Just above yer mouth on yer right side."

"Sap?" Albus repeated with confusion on his face. He hadn't been working with any plants, just watering. Lifting a hand the Gryffindor swiped at the spot the other man indicated, and then brought his hand up to study it just in case whatever he'd somehow gotten on him was harmful in some way. It didn't look like…oh. OH.

"Not poisonous, is it, Al?" Hagrid asked anxiously, not liking the look on the younger man's face.

"No…not poisonous." Albus managed to get out with effort as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off his hand. "Sorry, it's just…been one of those days."

"One of those days?"

It was very hard to form coherent and sensible sentences when your brain had just exploded from shock, the Gryffindor thought to himself as he tried to come up with something that would pacify Hagrid, who would drag him to the Medical Wing shortly if he didn't pull himself together.

"It's one of those times were you're so focused on something that you're blind, deaf and dumb to everything else, so that the voices in your head can't be heard and your only thought is to reach your goal. I just came out of that and am now having just a little bit of a problem getting my head back on straight, sorry."

Hagrid didn't see why the boy would be such in such a state, but assumed that was why he'd been hauling around bags of fertilizer instead of just using magic to do it. Probably had something to work out in his mind, physical labor was good for that. "Did you reach your goal then?"

"Yes, yes I did."

"Well that's good then." And sensing that Albus didn't want to talk about it Hagrid patted the boy's head again and then changed the subject. "So do you have a pot big enough for the bush in here, or would you like me to get ye one from storage?"

Albus actually had to think for a moment before answering. "No. No I have something that should work in the other room. I'll have it replanted and ready to grow more in no time, thanks."

"Well all right then, I'll leave you to it. Finicky bushes, those. Don't want to keep them out of the dirt for too long. I'll see you at lunch then?"

Nodding his head automatically the Gryffindor worked hard to keep his smile on his face. "Yeah, see you then, Hagrid. Thanks again for getting this for me. I'll take good care of it."

"See you then." And with a wave the half giant made his way out, leaving behind a barely holding it together young man in his wake.

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Albus couldn't have said how long he stood there, but finally he accepted his fate and picking up the bush headed toward the other room, not surprised to find the Slytherin exactly where he'd left him, leaning up against the work bench. At least he'd stopped blushing like a maniac, the Gryffindor silently reminded himself. His mind had blown when he'd realized what he'd had on his face earlier and the wires in his brain that would have normally signaled blood to rush to his ears and cheeks were currently inactive.

"I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

"Not possible, I assure you." Was the Gryffindor's wry response as he strove not to look in the Slytherin's direction. "I just have to get a pot for this, give me a sec and then I'll show you those plants of mine."

Watching the man do precisely that Scorpius tried to gauge the other man's mood without success. Which was not helping how confused he was, the Slytherin mentally fumed as he observed the Gryffindor from a safe distance. He'd assumed that he was the first man to ever engage the other man in a sexual manner but that blow job blew that theory out of the water. There was no way the man could be that good his first time, it wasn't like there were books out there giving step by step instructions. But at the same time the man had been downright skittish when things had heated up between them before. Could it just be him? Did the Gryffindor have no problem with other men? But no, he'd never got the sense that Albus was aware of men in a romantic way. In short…what the hell was going on here?

And wanting answers the Slytherin pushed off from the workstation he'd been leaning on to walk down its length to where the Gryffindor was working. Moving up behind the other man Scorpius delighted as he felt the man tense up against him, muscles playing beneath the thin top. Wrapping his arms around Albus waist the blonde kept his touch light for the moment. "So should I take your preoccupation with your plants to mean you aren't interested in having me return your earlier…favor?"

Albus bit down on his bottom lip, wanting to say that he'd very much like for the man to return the favor. But this wasn't the time or the place, Hagrid might have very well walked in on them. He could certainly lock the door, but…

Trying to buy himself some time the Gryffindor pointed out the obvious. "You can't give stubble kisses without any stubble, Scorpius."

There was no ear blushing, why was there no ear blushing? The man hadn't been blushing when he'd gone down on him either. He was pretty sure, though he'd been rather out of it at the time, that the Gryffindor had been blushing when he went out to see what Hagrid wanted, but still…he felt off balance, like the way things were between them was shifting and he didn't have his balance. And he needed his balance if he was going to figure out what to make of these changes to his understanding of his man.

"Now you're just avoiding the question. A no would have done just as well." And letting the other man go Scorpius turned on his heels and headed towards the exit. "I'll look at your plants another time."

Slamming the door closed behind him made Scorpius feel both childish and better about the situation.

Once again left in a stupefied state Albus ran a confused hand through his hair. "Damn. Double damn."

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He was pretty sure that the Slytherin wasn't mad at him. He wasn't sure what the hell to make of the almost hasty retreat the man had made earlier in the greenhouse, but he didn't think the man was angry at him. And if he was…well he had no idea why. If anyone should hypothetically be mad it should be him, since he hadn't gotten off. Not that he hadn't enjoyed…pleasuring the Slytherin. He'd enjoyed that and certainly wouldn't mind doing it again.

Just not where someone could easily walk in on them in the throes.

The Gryffindor spent the rest of the day trying to figure things out without a lot of success. He thought about trying to talk to the Slytherin but came to the conclusion that it could wait until after dinner when they went to one of their rooms to give Scorpius his payment for behaving.

So Albus kept quiet and made no move to approach the other man until after dinner, falling into step with the blonde without a word and taking heart when the man didn't shoo him off.

Exiting the hallway that led to the teachers' table the two stopped moving when they saw Rell Lupin standing across the way, waiting for them.

Pushing off from the wall he'd been leaning against Rell came towards them, obviously surprised and suspicious about finding the two together. He didn't say it, but he obviously didn't like the fact that the Potions teacher was with his much loved uncle.

But he knew better than to say anything, and he was a man on a mission. Reaching into his robe pocket the young Gryffindor pulled out something long, narrow, and black, walking over to hand the bar out towards his uncle. "Here, you looked like you needed it, Uncle Al."

Laughing in delight Albus reached out and took the offered treat from his nephew, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately as he shook his head slightly with a wide smile on his face. "Where did you get this?"

"I like them too." Which was the truth, though not why he had three boxes of the bars under his bed, Rell thought to himself. His father had bought them for him before he'd left for school, telling him to keep them for Uncle Al for when the older man needed them as a pick me up. "Anyway, I gotta get back to the tower, Uncle Al, I've got so much homework to do thanks to a certain teacher." The look Rell sent in the Slytherin's direction left little question as to who had piled said homework on his shoulders. "Sweet dreams, Uncle Al."

"And to you. Thanks against for the treat."

Waving his nephew off Albus watched him go and then turned to start walking again, unwrapping the top of the wrapper.

It was Scorpius's turn to fall into step with the Gryffindor, looking questioningly at what was in the man's hand. "Some kind of chocolate bar?"

"Mars bar. My father and I share a love of them." And in a move that anyone who knew him well would know was an indication of great affection, Albus broke off the top of the bar, holding it out to the Slytherin. "Want to try it?"

Taking the piece the Slytherin popped it into his mouth. "Good."

"One of my favorite things." Albus agreed as he went to work savoring his treat, making plenty of yummy noises as he did so.

"Do you always sound like that when you eat one of those?"

The Gryffindor nodded, mouth full of caramel and chocolate. And then, after he'd swallowed, Albus looked at his feet, his ears burning as he spoke in a voice just above a whisper.

"You taste just as good."