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Hadrian didn't get a table at Le Diplomate but the Marcel's was equally expensive and exclusive. Tim was impressed as he put on his best suit, wondering what Hadrian would have him doing later that night. He had to admit that he was looking forward to it.
He polished his good shoes and put on his best suit and his favourite silk shirt and tie. Hadrian was getting ready upstairs so they wouldn't see each other and get distracted before it was time to leave.
Hadrian had ordered a car for them so neither would have to drive or apparate home and they sat in the back talking quietly and enjoying a glass of white wine which they both preferred to champagne.
Arriving at the restaurant they were shown to their table immediately. Tim looked around as they followed the waiter, admiring the décor and the way Hadrian seemed perfectly at home with the formality of the place, not realising that he also looked like he fit in their in his expensive dinner suit. He noticed several minor politicians and powerful CEO's of famous companies seated around the room and as he looked up to signal the waiter for a second drink, saw SecNAV and several the top Admirals entering the reception area. He nodded politely when Admiral Davenport looked over at him and turned his attention back to Hadrian, glad that his father wasn't among them.
"Agent McGee good to see you," SecNav Phillip Davenport said coming across to greet him on the way to his table.
"Sir," Tim said, standing respectfully. "Admirals," he added respectfully to the three four star Admirals accompanying the Secretary of the Navy.
"Let me introduce you to a few of the thousands of people you saved at the Army Navy game last autumn. These are my chief advisers, Admiral Geoffrey Lancaster, Admiral John Ivanson and Admiral Brett Spender," Admiral Davenport said jovially.
"Saved our lives?" Admiral Ivanson asked surprised.
"Um Sir," Tim stammered.
"Don't worry Tim, these men have the clearance to know," Admiral Davenport said calmly.
"But I'm not sure Hadrian does," Tim interrupted him. "Excuse me Admiral, I would like you to meet my husband Sir Hadrian Black. Hadrian is seconded from the British Secret Service to the FBI. He doesn't have a military clearance but he knows not to ask questions."
"Pleased to meet you young man," SecNav said.
"Honoured to meet you Sir," Hadrian replied.
"Good to see you again Tim" Admiral Brett Spender said.
"Admiral Spender" Tim replied smiling.
"None of that, you used to call me Uncle Brett," Brett protested.
"More than a decade ago when I was a child and you were a captain," Tim reminded the older man.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you," Brett agreed. "Perhaps Brett would be more appropriate these days."
"Not since my father realised that I would never join the Navy and stopped encouraging me to meet his colleagues who might help further my career," Tim agreed.
"I must admit that I sympathised with his disappointment that you weren't going to follow him into the Navy, but I doubt either of my boys will single-handedly save me from a terrorist let alone tens of thousands of people," Brett admitted.
"It was far from single handed. I'm just the junior agent on the best team at NCIS," Tim replied humbly.
"Gibbs' team is legendary, but I have it on good authority that you were the one that uncovered the plot to attack the spectators at the Army Navy game," SecNav said.
"Thomas didn't tell me you were married," Brett commented.
"No he wouldn't have. He disowned me for my relationship with Hadrian before I could tell him we were getting married. Hadrian is hardly the pretty little Navy wife he wanted me to marry," Tim replied, fudging the timeline a little.
"I'm real sorry to hear that Tim," Brett replied.
"As am I," SecNav added. "Pleased to meet you Hadrian."
"I have to ask, is DADT the reason you didn't join the Navy?" SecNav asked. "It's cases like that that will fuel our success in getting the law repealed if you're willing to make it public.
"No Sir it wasn't, I suffered an injury to my middle ear that causes extreme and debilitating seasickness no matter how minor the motion of the sea. Luckily I've been exempt from becoming an Agent Afloat."
"I didn't know that. How did you injure your middle ear?" Brett asked concerned.
"I cannot say," Tim replied.
Brett jumped to a slightly incorrect conclusion that Tim had been injured by one of his parents either through violence or neglect of an acute infection.
"If you ever need a reference from your childhood for the adoption agencies, give me a call," Brett offered. "I wouldn't want Thomas' bigotry to prevent you the opportunity of a family of your own."
"Thanks Uncle Brett, but it isn't necessary. We used a surrogate. I have a son and two beautiful daughters," Tim said smiling broadly.
"Congratulations," Brett said smiling. "Your father still hasn't forgiven you?" he asked surprised, this break between Tim and his father was far more longstanding than he'd assumed.
"Considering the threats he was screaming and the damage he tried to inflict as Agent Gibbs had to pull him off me in the middle of NCIS when he found out about Hadrian, I haven't wanted him to find out about the children," Tim said seriously.
"Then he won't hear it from me," Brett said seriously.
"Or from me," the others echoed.
"We will leave you to enjoy your meals," SecNav said seeing the waiters hovering with plates of food.
"Thank you, Sir," Tim said politely.
"That was awkward," Tim said once he was sure they were out of earshot.
"Brett was a friend of the Admiral?" Hadrian asked.
"Yeah he was his XO when I was a kid, on the Admirals first posting as captain and before he got promoted to Captain himself a year or so later. He has sons about my age," Tim replied.
"And is he still the Admiral's boss?" Hadrian asked.
"Not directly but I think one of the others might have been. Three of those four hold the most senior positions in the Navy and the other is a trusted aide to SecNav. They have the power to make or break my father's career," Tim said. "He must have been fast tracked to have been promoted above the Admiral."
"So the part of you that felt the need to play the good son as you've always done and give them a good impression of the Admiral, was fighting with the need to be the honest man you are," Hadrian said sympathetically.
"Yes, I admit a small part of me is sitting here waiting for the Admiral to come and yell at me for making him look like a bad father. After all, if he can't control his own son, nobody's going to think he's capable of commanding a bigger boat or a fleet," Tim said parroting his father's logic.
"And if he can't respect his own son and the choices he's made then how could he be trusted to respect his subordinates or be a supportive leader of them," Hadrian retorted. "You didn't say anything wrong. SecNav already knew about the problems between the two of you and the other three needed to know not to mention Teddy and the girls next time they see him. If you made any trouble for your father it's because his bigotry is inexcusable. Besides we already know he's not going to be allowed to receive another promotion. Nothing you could have said or not said tonight would've changed that, and you didn't say anything that would get him a dishonorable discharge or demotion."
Tim nodded and calmed down with that reminder and they put the admirals out of their minds and prepared to enjoy their evening. It took a little while to regain the feelings of romance and intimacy Hadrian had been wanting to achieve with the date but the meal was delightful and Hadrian especially enjoyed it as he had the knowledge to appreciate the effort that went into producing food of that complexity and quality.
There were several mouth watering sounding chocolate desserts and Tim smirked as Harry ordered one of each to go and called for the car.
They held hands and exchanged heated glances as they were driven home, both too private men to be comfortable getting up to anything in the back of the car without being able to use magic to conceal their actions and too considerate to leave their chauffer in need of cleaning up after them.
Arriving home, they were glad to find the rest of the house seemed to be asleep and walked together up to their bedroom.
"You won the bet," Tim said softly. "What fantasy can I help you with."
Hadrian blushed, but didn't answer.
"Come on Hades, after all the things we've tried, you're really too embarrassed to tell me?" Tim asked when the silence began to get uncomfortable.
"I want to have sex on a train, with the rocking and vibration," Hadrian says.
"You mean a commuter train, with one of us standing up with their pants pushed down just far enough to free their cock and the other one hanging from a couple of the handles along the centre of the car with an invisibility spell and a ward to stop other people from being able to hear or touch us either in peak hour crowds or late at night when the trains are nearly empty or do you mean one of those cross-continental trains with a sleeper car and our own bed?" Tim asked. "Because I'm happy to try either if there's no risk of been seen or caught but the sleeper car might be a bit difficult for even you to organize tonight. Perhaps we should book a holiday on a trip across country for three or four nights and we can try out several of your fantasies. Or the met is still running if you want to apparate to the end of the line, the train should be empty enough for you to set up wards without anybody seeing you. Of course, you'll need to disable the cameras in a way that they don't send guards to check it out. But why were you so embarrassed by that fantasy? It's no more out there than a lot of things we've tried, and you know we both enjoy using wards to play with exhibitionist kinks."
"It's not just the exhibitionist kink that excites me when I fantasize about sex on a train. I think because the only real experience of trains I've had was the one to Hogwarts and I never even considered such a thing while I was at school."
"So you think this is a nostalgic fantasy? Well, if you'd prefer, we could portkey to England and try to catch one of the antique tourist trains. We might be able to find one similar to the Hogwarts express," Tim suggested.
Hadrian nodded still blushing.
"You do know that if it was just about having sex in a moving vehicle, we would have got a lot of the same sensations from having sex in the limo?" Tim asked.
"Except that I couldn't have warded the back of the limo like I could the train. If the driver thought the back was empty he would have picked up another job or stopped and parked somewhere and gone to get something to eat or something until he had another fare. The only way for him to keep driving if he couldn't see and hear us is if I cast compulsions on him to do so and I'm not willing to do that to someone just to have sex in their car, and the company has a strict policy against penetrative sex," Hadrian explained.
Tim nodded. "I understand. Do you want to go and find a train tonight or is it something you want to spend more time preparing the wards beforehand?"
"Honestly Tim, I think I'd just like to go to bed tonight. I'm pretty tired and this fantasy is pretty out there. I don't want to risk doing it here in DC certainly not without a significant amount of preparation, it's more difficult to lay wards on a moving objects and I'd rather we be somewhere your colleagues won't hear about it if something goes wrong with the disillusionment and we get photographed or arrested," Hadrian replied.
Tim agreed wholeheartedly with that sentiment but something still seemed off. If Tim didn't know that Hadrian couldn't lie to him about something like this, he would have suspected that this wasn't his husband's real fantasy and he was just ashamed to admit what he really did fantasize about.
"Thank you, I wouldn't like to be embarrassed like that," he admitted, walking over and starting to undress his husband.
Hadrian reciprocated pulling off Tim's tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off and vanishing the cuff buttons when the shirt became caught on them, too eager to have his husband naked to stop and unfasten the fiddly little things. He knew Tim would be irritated about it when he noticed it later, but if he got to the shirt first, he should be able to fix it when he was more clear-headed and not in such an urgent hurry. Naked Tim took control of the situation lifting Hadrian onto the bed and rolling him on his back he crawled over him kissing his way down his sternum roughly, leaving behind enough little reddened signs of his passion that it would be lucky Hadrian wouldn't have to take his shirt off in the locker rooms at work in the next couple of days. Holding out his cupped hand demandingly until Hadrian filled it with conjured lubricant he began to prep his husband, running his tongue around the head of his arousal teasingly as he did so, until Hadrian demanded that he stop teasing and fuck him right now. Bending him in half in a way that gave him almost total control, he slid in to the hilt in a single smooth stroke then started slowly and gently rocking his hips. Even in the position he was in Hadrian kept trying to thrust against him begging him to move faster and harder.
Finally giving in to his husband's begging and his own desired he let loose thrusting into Hadrian's willing warmth as hard and fast as he could before coming with a cry nanoseconds after Hadrian's orgasm began tightening his channel around him.
He collapsed for a moment until Hadrian started to struggle to get his legs free, then sat up and lowered his husband's legs gently massaging the stretched muscles as he helped Hadrian settle comfortably. Hadrian cast a cleaning charm and Tim insisted that he cast a mild healing charm on himself as well.
"I don't need one, I like feeling the after effects of you inside me," Hadrian replied.
"I was too rough," Tim said apologetically. "If you won't heal inside you should at least heal your hamstrings."
Hadrian obligingly cast the charms on his legs. And Tim smiled as his expression relaxed slightly. His husband had been in more pain that he liked to admit and had tried to block it from their bond but Tim could still tell in spite of everything. Before falling asleep Hadrian limped into the bathroom to clean up and then picked up Tim's shirt and spelled the buttons back onto the cuffs.
Tim grinned. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" he asked.
"I didn't think you'd care in the heat of the moment so long as they were back when you wanted to wear it next," Hadrian admitted.
"That depends on what you put on the buttons. Give me a look," Tim said. Many of his shirts now had monogramed buttons or buttons with love notes or reminders of sexual encounters in microscopic writing after Hadrian had spelled them off and replaced them. Tim hoped that there would never be a reason for his clothes to be forensically tested, especially by Abby, but he liked wearing those little reminders of Hadrian's love and passion.
-o0o-
The next day when Tim investigated antique tourist trains, he immediately came across a stumbling block. Most of these trains ran along specialized short tracks from one tourist destination to another or in a short loop. None of them would provide them the time they wanted. Instead he looked up rail journeys with sleeper cars, and then luxury train tours, he figured if Hadrian was trying to recapture the spirit of the train to school then the Belmond Royal Scotsman tour around the Scottish Highlands might be something he was interested in. He printed the details of that, the orient express, the Belmond Andean Explorer in Peru, the Maharajas' Express in India, the Golden Eagle in Russia and the Ghan across the Australian desert, and of the less luxurious 'Canadian' from Vancouver to Toronto, and the overnight train from London to Edinburgh along with pictures of the sleeper cars. He'd thought of surprising Hadrian with the trip, the time turner made spontaneous vacations extremely easy, but once he'd seen the differences in the sleeper compartments he decided he needed to ask which one most closely would match his husband's fantasy before booking. He had to admit that all three trips intrigued him, perhaps if the reality lived up to the fantasy they could go on one each year until they'd done them all. These would be good vacations to take with the time turner with no unexplainable sunburns or tan lines to try to hide afterwards.
Hadrian was intrigued by the Scottish Highlands tour, wondering whether he'd recognize any of the mountains from his time at Hogwarts but admitted that all of the trains looked far to sleek and modern to be a replica of the Hogwarts express.
"Well they're private enough, you could just transfigure one to look the way you remember it if that's what you want," Timothy suggested.
"I could but it would be a pity to give up so much comfort for a ratty old school train carriage," Hadrian said grinning.
"I'll book on the Belmond Royal Scotsman. It's five days so we'll have plenty of time to test out the limits of the carriage both ways," Tim replied grinning back.
"Should I ask the elves to pack food for the five days?" Hadrian asked.
"The dining car is reputed to be five star and someone might decide to check on us at the wrong time if we don't make some appearances there," Tim said laughing.
"I think we'd better pack some meals I certainly intend helping you to build up an appetite and I wouldn't want us to run out of fuel at the wrong time of day. We could always take the food with us for afterwards if we don't eat it all. I think we should plan on a couple of days in Hawaii to thaw back out after the highlands," Hadrian suggested.
"I'm not opposed to spending a few days at the house in Hawaii but the dining carriage is open twenty-four hours a day and I am hoping the train will be heated well enough not to require thawing out," Tim said raising his eyebrows questioningly.
"I'm sure it will be heated, but heated to the Scottish idea of warm will still probably be cooler than you're used to," Hadrian replied. "I can always use warming charms on our room but be prepared to dress warmly for the dining room and any excursions. I take it there are excursions on a tourist train?"
"Yes a boat trip to see seals and several castles," Tim replied smiling. "The tour only runs in the summer though so it shouldn't be too cold."
"I wish I could show you Hogwarts," Hadrian said.
"Are you sure you couldn't? I should have enough magic to see it," Tim replied.
"Perhaps we could visit over the summer, Neville's on the board of directors. I'll ask him to get us in on the quiet," Hadrian said. "But he's worried about the backlash if it becomes known that we didn't send the kids to Hogwarts when they turn eleven. I would hate to get his hopes up that we might change our minds."
"But you don't want to send them there?" Tim asked for confirmation.
"I was never safe enough there, and in England Teddy is well known to be the son of a werewolf. The British Wizarding World will turn on me for not sending my kids to Hogwarts but they'll turn on Teddy if he does go," Hadrian replied. "It's a no win situation and our children are better off as far away from it as possible, but I'd like them to at least see the castle I and Teddy's biological parents spent six or seven years at. Teddy's parents died there too, there's a memorial."
"Do you really think he will be old enough to cope with that this summer?" Tim asked.
"I don't know. He doesn't remember his biological parents at all except in the stories Grandmother Andi told him and the few I've told him when he asked. He's not like me who at his age prayed every night for his parents not to be dead and to come and rescue me," Hadrian said softly.
"The memories shouldn't overwhelm him but do you think it will make him want to go to Hogwarts?" Tim asked. "I know you have a lot of bad memories of the place but you've always made it sound so wonderful when talking of stories of his father there."
"I don't think so. We've always made him as aware as we can for his age that there is a bigotry problem in Magical Britain and don't forget it would mean leaving his friends both at Salem and here in the neighbourhood because he couldn't come home on weekends and taking the first year classes all over again. Hogwarts divides it's classes strictly by age and house. There's no provision for children to be moved up if they already know all the subject matter," Hadrian replied confidently.
-o0o-
Hadrian returned to work after New Years Day and after a few days catching up with the intelligence collected about the Death Eater movements spent a week in Africa chasing down a couple of the younger Death eaters and arresting them and those who had provided them with support in hiding.
Rather than returning to TAD work among the Auror teams he accepted a position teaching at the Auror academy, and found that his new job was still just as rewarding as teaching the DA had been all those years ago. He was also using the time turner to continue to spend time with each of the children having missed it in his first few weeks back at work. The children barely realized that Hadrian was working except when he was away on assignment, and they all settled into their new routine easily. Tim still worked long hours and Hadrian continued to kidnap him to spend a time turned day relaxing either with the children or with him in Boston when he started to look tired and rundown.
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