Pairing: AlastorAmbrosius

Prompt: 954. Life among the distant stars

Word count: 464

Life Among the Distant Stars

"Don't listen to them." Ambrosius grazed his lips against Alastor's neck, soft and gentle, and ever so tempting.

"No…" Alastor pulled away. "I can't."

"Then why do you keep coming back, Al? For the sweets?"

They sat in the cellar of Honeydukes, arms and fingers entwined. Alastor laid against Ambrosius, taking in his sweet scent.

"You know it's wrong," he murmured. "The consequences –"

"Let's not talk about those."

Silence overcame them in the confined space. If their parents found out, learned of what was happening… neither wished to think what they'd do. It was wrong, they both knew it, yet they couldn't stop. Night after night, this would happen. Nothing kept Alastor away, not even the curfew at Hogwarts.

Ambrosius stroked Alastor's cheek, feeling three day's of stubble. "You need to shave." He laughed.

"Why is this happening?" Alastor sat up, turning to the young man before him. They were only months apart in age, yet a whole school year separated them. Ambrosius owned Honeydukes thanks to his parents' small fortune (which would be taken away if they ever found out…)

"Why are we here yet again?" Ambrosius asked.

Alastor said nothing; only continued to stare.

As an answer, Ambrosius played with the buttons on Alastor's shirt. "This is happening because we both want it to. We're here, because I'm no longer permitted at Hogwarts…" He leaned forward, but Alastor pulled away. Ambrosius grinned. "You want me."

"I should get back."

"Now?"

Alastor turned to Ambrosius, his friend, his lover. "I feel guilty every time it happens."

"And yet, you always want more…" Ambrosius reached for his hand playfully.

Alastor returned his shoes to his feet.

"Don't feel guilty, Al. If it feels right, it's not wrong."

"It is wrong!" Alastor processed, spinning back to face his lover. "Maybe in a different universe, in a life among the distant stars, it isn't. But here, right now, it's oh so very wrong."

Ambrosius moved closer, drawing Alastor toward him.

"Nothing's wrong with you, Al." He kissed him softly.

Unable to resist the temptation of having the sweetest and softest lips against him, Alastor sunk into the kiss. Ambrosius was right. He could never resist.

Breaking away, the Honeydukes owner nodded, smiling. "Go now, my love. Before you're caught. I'll see you tomorrow."

Alastor nodded, knowing full well he could protests as much as he liked, but they both knew he'd return.

As he made his way through the empty streets of Hogsmeade, the taste of Ambrosius still on his lips, he wondered just how long they could keep this up. One day, someone would find out, and when they did, Alastor would want nothing more than to wish for a life among the distant stars; where it could just be he and Ambrosius forever.

Written for Amber with the additional prompt 'let's not talk about the consequence'

Also written for Writing Club - creepypasta #5 The Keyhole - write about someone being tempted into something they know is wrong