Title: The Mask of a Woman
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Rating:
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: SLASH! DRAG!! IF THESE TWO THINGS BOTHER YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. THE SLASH IS MALE ON MALE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. PERCY IS IN DRAG…A LOT! THIS WARNING IS HERE FOR A REASON. IF YOU IGNORE THIS WARNING, READ ON AND DO NOT AGREE WITH THE TWO THINGS MENTIONED…I DON'T CARE!!!!! I WARNED YOU SO DON'T GIVE ME HELL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ A WARNING! IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPSET ABOUT IT, E-MAIL ME PRIVATELY AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY REASONING BEHIND ANYTHING THAT YOU ARE CONFUSED ABOUT. THANK YOU!
Dedication: To Princess, my fiancée, I love you honey!
Priscilla sat at his vanity table, waiting patiently for his performance. Oliver had gone home after what turned out to be an interesting evening and Priscilla was hoping to see him again later on. Priscilla wasn't sure why Oliver had been so upset with him. //Why does he want Percy…over…me?//
Priscilla sighed and adjusted his stockings. It had been a while since Priscilla had gone out in his thigh high fishnets and garter belt. He assumed that it looked goon enough with the green pleated skirt, fishnet halter-top and green bra.
A soft knock on the door made Priscilla jump. " Who is it?" He asked, turning away from the mirror.
" It's Oliver." Came the voice from behind the door. Priscilla stood up and rushed to the door in excitement.
" Come in." Priscilla said as he straightened his skirt. The door opened and Oliver stepped inside the small dressing room. " Oliver, so nice to see you."
" Percy, what the…come on, get dressed and come out to dinner with me?" Oliver held his hand out to Priscilla.
Priscilla smiled, taking Oliver's hand. " I am dressed." He replied, moving closer to his lover. Oliver shook his head and backed away. Priscilla was confused. He had never been treated like this as Priscilla before. Percy was the one people avoided, the one people backed away from. Priscilla was the one they wanted to take out, the one they wanted to…
" Percy, the only way I want you is as you. Not as some flamboyant queen." Oliver sighed in frustration. Priscilla pulled off the curly red wig and tossed it onto the vanity table. " Good, I'll meet you out front after your dressed." Oliver leaned forward, kissing Priscilla's cheek, before leaving the room.
Priscilla dropped down to his chair. //Why doesn't he want me? Why does he want…Percy? Percy is nothing. Priscilla is…Priscilla is…// Priscilla was confused. Oliver should have wanted him. It was supposed to be like that. //Everyone wants Priscilla. No one wants Percy.// That was how it had always been. Somehow, things had changed.
* * *
" Oliver, I'm ready." Percy stood behind the other boy, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark blue jeans. Oliver turned and smiled. He glanced Percy over, making sure there wasn't any trace of Priscilla to be found. Oliver was pleased to see that all he had tonight was Percy.
" Percy, you look great." Oliver stated as he pulled Percy into a tight embrace. Percy hesitantly returned the contact. " Come on, let's go get something to eat. There's a great restaurant up the street." Oliver began to walk in the direction of the restaurant. Percy followed silently. Oliver wasn't sure why Percy was acting so timid. He reached back and took Percy's hand.
Percy sighed and quickened his pace in order to be beside Oliver. " Percy, why do you dress in drag? I've been trying to think of a good explanation…but honestly, I can't." Oliver glanced at the other boy. Percy stiffened a bit. It was clear that he had wanted to avoid that question.
" Well, as Priscilla I'm different." Percy replied after a short pause. Oliver nodded, unsure if he should push the subject. Percy seemed like he wanted to stay away from a discussion like the one Oliver had attempted to lead into.
Oliver just had to know. There had to be some kind of explanation that could help him understand why Percy insisted on dressing like a woman. Sure, Oliver thought Percy did make a very attractive female, but he looked better as Percy.
They walked in silence the rest of the way. Oliver kept glancing at Percy. Percy was silent and he looked a bit distant. His usual arrogant persona was missing, making Percy seem replaced by a blank, tired young man.
Oliver opened the restaurant door, feeling a blast of cool air from inside. He held the door and waited for Percy to walk through before him. Percy turned to Oliver and smiled. " Thank you." He whispered shyly.
" Table for two?" A little fat man asked. Oliver nodded, taking Percy's arm and guiding him in the direction of the little fat man. They sat at a small table beside the large tinted windows. " Your server will be with you in a moment." The little fat man presented the menus and scurried off.
" So, Percy. You never completely finished the answer to that question." Oliver sat back, opening the menu casually. Percy blushed deeply, his face nearly matching his hair.
" I don't really want to discuss that here Oliver." Percy glanced around nervously. Oliver sighed shaking his head. " It isn't important." Percy added.
Oliver closed the menu and set it down on the table. He wasn't entirely sure how to get Percy to talk to him but he would try. " Obviously it is."
" And what is that supposed to mean?" Percy snapped. Oliver knew he had unintentionally hit a nerve. " You think you can read people? You have no idea what it's like!"
" What are you talking about? What is the 'it'?"
" You have no idea what its like to not be wanted!" Percy was angrier than Oliver had ever seen him before. Even counting in school when Fred and George would harass him, Percy never got this upset.
" Percy, you are wanted." Oliver replied, taking Percy's trembling hand. Oliver had no idea that Percy was this emotional. Of course Percy was wanted. Oliver wanted him.
" No, I'm not. Priscilla is wanted. Percy is not." Percy pulled his hand away from Oliver's.
" Percy, you don't need to hide behind the mask of a woman to be wanted."
" How would you know?" Percy stood up, narrowing his eyes at Oliver. The redhead stormed out of the restaurant without glancing back. Oliver was crushed. He would have to get through to Percy somehow. He would have to prove something to him. He would have to prove that…
" I know, because I want you." Oliver whispered as he looked after the angered boy.
END PART TWO
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Rating:
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: SLASH! DRAG!! IF THESE TWO THINGS BOTHER YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. THE SLASH IS MALE ON MALE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. PERCY IS IN DRAG…A LOT! THIS WARNING IS HERE FOR A REASON. IF YOU IGNORE THIS WARNING, READ ON AND DO NOT AGREE WITH THE TWO THINGS MENTIONED…I DON'T CARE!!!!! I WARNED YOU SO DON'T GIVE ME HELL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ A WARNING! IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPSET ABOUT IT, E-MAIL ME PRIVATELY AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY REASONING BEHIND ANYTHING THAT YOU ARE CONFUSED ABOUT. THANK YOU!
Dedication: To Princess, my fiancée, I love you honey!
Priscilla sat at his vanity table, waiting patiently for his performance. Oliver had gone home after what turned out to be an interesting evening and Priscilla was hoping to see him again later on. Priscilla wasn't sure why Oliver had been so upset with him. //Why does he want Percy…over…me?//
Priscilla sighed and adjusted his stockings. It had been a while since Priscilla had gone out in his thigh high fishnets and garter belt. He assumed that it looked goon enough with the green pleated skirt, fishnet halter-top and green bra.
A soft knock on the door made Priscilla jump. " Who is it?" He asked, turning away from the mirror.
" It's Oliver." Came the voice from behind the door. Priscilla stood up and rushed to the door in excitement.
" Come in." Priscilla said as he straightened his skirt. The door opened and Oliver stepped inside the small dressing room. " Oliver, so nice to see you."
" Percy, what the…come on, get dressed and come out to dinner with me?" Oliver held his hand out to Priscilla.
Priscilla smiled, taking Oliver's hand. " I am dressed." He replied, moving closer to his lover. Oliver shook his head and backed away. Priscilla was confused. He had never been treated like this as Priscilla before. Percy was the one people avoided, the one people backed away from. Priscilla was the one they wanted to take out, the one they wanted to…
" Percy, the only way I want you is as you. Not as some flamboyant queen." Oliver sighed in frustration. Priscilla pulled off the curly red wig and tossed it onto the vanity table. " Good, I'll meet you out front after your dressed." Oliver leaned forward, kissing Priscilla's cheek, before leaving the room.
Priscilla dropped down to his chair. //Why doesn't he want me? Why does he want…Percy? Percy is nothing. Priscilla is…Priscilla is…// Priscilla was confused. Oliver should have wanted him. It was supposed to be like that. //Everyone wants Priscilla. No one wants Percy.// That was how it had always been. Somehow, things had changed.
* * *
" Oliver, I'm ready." Percy stood behind the other boy, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark blue jeans. Oliver turned and smiled. He glanced Percy over, making sure there wasn't any trace of Priscilla to be found. Oliver was pleased to see that all he had tonight was Percy.
" Percy, you look great." Oliver stated as he pulled Percy into a tight embrace. Percy hesitantly returned the contact. " Come on, let's go get something to eat. There's a great restaurant up the street." Oliver began to walk in the direction of the restaurant. Percy followed silently. Oliver wasn't sure why Percy was acting so timid. He reached back and took Percy's hand.
Percy sighed and quickened his pace in order to be beside Oliver. " Percy, why do you dress in drag? I've been trying to think of a good explanation…but honestly, I can't." Oliver glanced at the other boy. Percy stiffened a bit. It was clear that he had wanted to avoid that question.
" Well, as Priscilla I'm different." Percy replied after a short pause. Oliver nodded, unsure if he should push the subject. Percy seemed like he wanted to stay away from a discussion like the one Oliver had attempted to lead into.
Oliver just had to know. There had to be some kind of explanation that could help him understand why Percy insisted on dressing like a woman. Sure, Oliver thought Percy did make a very attractive female, but he looked better as Percy.
They walked in silence the rest of the way. Oliver kept glancing at Percy. Percy was silent and he looked a bit distant. His usual arrogant persona was missing, making Percy seem replaced by a blank, tired young man.
Oliver opened the restaurant door, feeling a blast of cool air from inside. He held the door and waited for Percy to walk through before him. Percy turned to Oliver and smiled. " Thank you." He whispered shyly.
" Table for two?" A little fat man asked. Oliver nodded, taking Percy's arm and guiding him in the direction of the little fat man. They sat at a small table beside the large tinted windows. " Your server will be with you in a moment." The little fat man presented the menus and scurried off.
" So, Percy. You never completely finished the answer to that question." Oliver sat back, opening the menu casually. Percy blushed deeply, his face nearly matching his hair.
" I don't really want to discuss that here Oliver." Percy glanced around nervously. Oliver sighed shaking his head. " It isn't important." Percy added.
Oliver closed the menu and set it down on the table. He wasn't entirely sure how to get Percy to talk to him but he would try. " Obviously it is."
" And what is that supposed to mean?" Percy snapped. Oliver knew he had unintentionally hit a nerve. " You think you can read people? You have no idea what it's like!"
" What are you talking about? What is the 'it'?"
" You have no idea what its like to not be wanted!" Percy was angrier than Oliver had ever seen him before. Even counting in school when Fred and George would harass him, Percy never got this upset.
" Percy, you are wanted." Oliver replied, taking Percy's trembling hand. Oliver had no idea that Percy was this emotional. Of course Percy was wanted. Oliver wanted him.
" No, I'm not. Priscilla is wanted. Percy is not." Percy pulled his hand away from Oliver's.
" Percy, you don't need to hide behind the mask of a woman to be wanted."
" How would you know?" Percy stood up, narrowing his eyes at Oliver. The redhead stormed out of the restaurant without glancing back. Oliver was crushed. He would have to get through to Percy somehow. He would have to prove something to him. He would have to prove that…
" I know, because I want you." Oliver whispered as he looked after the angered boy.
END PART TWO