A/N: This is a somewhat long-ish chapter for this fic, with Aaron/Dudley slash. Lots of it. As always, if slash isn't your thing, feel free to skip it. Cheers!

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Dudley glanced up from his book as Aaron walked into their bedroom and closed the door. 'She's asleep?'

'Finally. Three stories, two drinks of water, five kisses, and one extra-long hug,' Aaron replied, stripping his t-shirt off and throwing it into a corner. He climbed into the bed, and pulled the book from Dudley's hands. 'Now, where were we this morning before we were so rudely interrupted?' Dudley rolled over, and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Aaron's pajama bottoms and boxers, and tugged them off. He stroked Aaron's half-hardened cock, bringing him to a full erection. It didn't take long. Aaron moaned softly, breath whistling through his teeth. 'I've been thinking about this all day.'

'You and me both,' Dudley murmured, sliding down to take Aaron into his mouth. Aaron's back arched. 'God, yes…' Aaron breathed.

'Abba?' Aaron froze and hastily jerked the duvet over Dudley.

'What is it, Sarah?'

'What are you doing?'

Dudley emerged from the duvet. 'Erm, uh, wrestling…' he choked.

Sarah's small face brightened and she ran toward the bed. 'I wan' to wrestle!'

Aaron and Dudley sat up. 'No!' they shouted in near unison. Sarah's face fell and tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes.

'What's wrong, Sarah?' Dudley asked quickly, before Sarah could begin to cry.

'I'm thirsty,' she told him in a small voice.

'How can you be thirsty?' Aaron asked in exasperation. 'You just had two drinks of water.'

'Because I am,' Sarah replied pertly.

'You're killing me, Sarahleh,' Aaron groaned.

'I'll go,' Dudley said. 'I've still got my pants on, at least,' he added in an undertone only Aaron could hear. He swung his legs to the floor. 'Sarah, sweetheart, why don't you go to the kitchen? I'll be there in just a moment.'

'Okay!' Sarah skipped out of the bedroom and padded down the corridor. Dudley leaned down and kissed Aaron, cupping the mass of his testiclees. 'Hold that thought.' He took a deep breath and slid from the bed, yanking a pair of pajama bottoms over his boxers. 'I love my daughter… I love my daughter...I love my daughter…'

Sarah waited in the kitchen, and Dudley felt his heart melt at the sight of her tangle of curls and pink, flower-sprigged nightgown. Dudley grabbed a small glass from the drainboard and filled it halfway with water. He crouched down to offer it to Sarah, who clutched the glass in both hands, taking tiny sips to prolong the process. Dudley leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. 'C'mon, Sarah,' he told her. 'It's past your bedtime.' Sarah reluctantly gave the glass back to Dudley, and he placed it in the sink. Dudley swooped Sarah into his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

'Daddy?' Sarah whispered loudly.

'Yes, darling?'

'Why do you an' Abba wrestle without your clothes?' she asked earnestly, gazing at Dudley with an expectant expression on her face. Dudley's arms convulsed around Sarah. 'It's something grownups do,' he managed.

'Ohhhhh.' Sarah sighed happily and pressed her cheek to Dudley's. 'Daddy? Can I have a story?'

'You've already had three,' Dudley reminded her. Sarah began to pout, but Dudley only chuckled softly. 'Limit of three stories before bed. You know that.'

'Daddy? Why do grownups wrestle with no clothes?'

'Because they do.'

'But why?'

'Because it's fun.'

'But why?'

Dudley laid Sarah in her bed and tucked the blanket over her. 'You'll find out when you're older,' he told her, inwardly cringing at the mere idea of his precious baby girl doing anything with anyone. He bent and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. 'Good night, Sarah.'

'Nigh', Daddy.'

Dudley handed Sarah her stuffed bunny and walked out of the room. He padded swiftly back to his bedroom, pulling off the pajama bottoms before he'd even made it through the door. 'You know, I was thinking perhaps we ought to tell the nanny to shorten Sarah's afternoon nap,' he said to Aaron as he closed the door. 'And that we ought to install the lock we bought for this door. Like tomorrow.' Dudley slid his boxers off and tiptoed to the bed, kissing Aaron's bare shoulder. 'Aaron…? Aaron?'

The only response was a soft, gurgling snore. Aaron was fast asleep.

Dudley sighed and made his way to the bathroom. 'It's just you and me, then,' he grumbled, wriggling the fingers of his left hand. Not an ideal solution, but it would have to do.

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Dudley drummed his fingers on the table, gazing out of the window, wondering how he could manage to get Aaron alone long enough for one decent shag. Even fifteen minutes would be sufficient. Harry and Ginny have offered to mind Sarah, he mused, glancing at the clock on the wall and deciding it wasn't too early to ring. He grabbed his mobile, swiping until he found Harry's telephone number. 'Hello?' Harry said.

'Are you busy?' Dudley asked without preamble.

'Kids are coming home from school for Easter hols this evening, but not right now, no.'

'How hard would it be for you to come to London for coffee or lunch?'

'Not at all…' Harry frowned, wondering where Dudley was going with this.

'Can you meet me at the cafe near Holy Trinity in ten minutes?'

'Sure.' Harry paused. 'Dudley? Is everything all right? '

'Why wouldn't they be?' Dudley asked.

'You just sound a little… tense…'

Dudley laughed, only slightly alarmed at the hysterical edge to it. 'You could say that.'

'I'll see you in a few,' Harry said, and ended the call. When he arrived at the cafe, Dudley was seated at a table in the back, hands wrapped around a large mug of black coffee. Harry waved at him, ordered a latte for himself, and joined Dudley. 'So what's going on?'

Dudley looked at Harry, eyes wide. 'I need sex.'

'Erm…'

'I need to have sex with my husband.' Dudley amended, as he took a large swallow of his coffee. 'It's been…' Dudley closed his eyes, mentally counting the weeks. 'Months.'

'Damn,' Harry breathed.

'Sarah has radar or something,' Dudley said miserably. 'Every time we…' Dudley flushed, and lifted a significant brow. 'She seems to know something is going on. Walked in on us last night after we put her to bed. And then by the time she went back to sleep, Aaron had fallen asleep, too.' He began to methodically shred a paper serviette. 'Do you think you could watch Sarah sometime soon? Just for a night? Please?' Desperation tightened Dudley's voice.

'How about tonight?'

'Are you serious?'

Harry sipped his coffee. 'When James was Sarah's age, we had three children under the age of five. I know exactly how you feel.'

'Are you sure?' Dudley asked tentatively.

'Of course. We'll take Sarah to meet the train. We can take her with us to Ginny's parents for lunch tomorrow, where I assure you, she will be shamelessly spoiled by my mother-in-law. We'll meet you for dinner Monday evening, and you can take Sarah home.'

'Thank you,' Dudley breathed.

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Aaron nuzzled the top of Sarah's head. 'You be good for Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny.'

'Uh-huh.' Sarah nodded vigorously.

'Daddy and I will see you soon.' Aaron tapped his cheek. 'Kiss, please.' Sarah giggled and obliged, throwing her arms around Aaron's neck. He set her down on the floor and Sarah skipped to Harry. 'Les' go!' she crowed. Dudley handed Harry a small knapsack and gave him a grateful smile. 'I can't thank you enough,' Dudley muttered.

'Any time,' Harry replied. He looked down at Sarah, and offered her his hand. 'All right, Miss Sarah. Away we go!' He hefted the knapsack over one shoulder and walked out of the flat, Sarah prancing beside him. 'Bye, Daddy! Bye, Abba!' she called.

Dudley had barely closed the door when Aaron grabbed him around the waist, thoroughly kissing him, hands working at the fastenings of Dudley's jeans. Dudley pulled back slightly. 'Bed?'

'Too far,' Aaron gasped, as he shoved Dudley's jeans and boxers to his knees, then spun him to face the wall.

Dudley stiffened slightly when he felt something cool dribble down the cleft of his bottom. 'When did you get the lube?' he grunted. His fingers spasmed when Aaron's fingers slipped between his cheeks.

'When you were helping Sarah change her clothes,'' Aaron replied, using his free hand to fumble with his trousers. He hastily managed to don a condom, then slathered lube over his erection and pressed the tip at Dudley's entrance. Dudley obligingly bent forward slightly, his hips pushing back as Aaron entered him. 'When you're ready,' Aaron rasped, one hand clenched on Dudley's hip. Dudley nodded, teeth set into his lower lip and thrust back, toes curling inside his shoes as Aaron's cock slid over his prostate. Aaron wound one arm around Dudley's chest and pulled until Dudley's back pressed against his chest, the other hand wrapped around Dudley's stiff penis. Aaron gave Dudley a hard, sucking kiss on the side of his neck, and bent his knees. 'It won't take long,' he murmured, voice tinged with regret. Aaron's hips surged upward, his fisted hand echoing the thrusts.

'Oh, God…' Dudley groaned, his breath catching. He went up on his toes, body rigid for a split second, before he came. Aaron's arms held him upright when his knees began to buckle. Aaron orgasmed mere seconds after, his teeth sinking into Dudley's shoulder. They staggered to the sofa and collapsed into it, their trousers still around their ankles. Aaron managed to grasp a handful of tissues with his fingertips, using them to remove the condom, and dropped the crumpled bundle on the floor.

Dudley brought Aaron's mouth to his own, kissing him softly, lingeringly. Their breath gradually slowed and Dudley slid a hand under Aaron's shirt, fingers sliding through the thick curls that flared around Aaron's penis, darting into a narrow trail up his stomach, before spreading over his chest. Dudley's fingertips lightly rubbed over one of Aaron's nipples. 'Fancy another go?' Dudley smirked.

Aaron didn't lift his head from the back of the sofa, nor open his eyes. 'You'll be the first to know when I'm ready,' he murmured. 'Keep that up, and it'll be sooner than you think.' Dudley removed his hand from Aaron's shirt and studied it, head tilted to one side. He grasped the placket in both hands and tugged. Buttons pinged to the wooden floor, bouncing into the area rug. Dudley managed to toe off his trainers, then kick off his jeans and boxers, before straddling Aaron. Dudley licked the thumb and forefinger of one hand, then gently pinched Aaron's nipple, lightly kneading and rolling the stiff tip. He lowered his mouth to the other one, flicking it with his tongue, before drawing it into his mouth. Aaron moaned softly. 'If that didn't feel so bloody good, I might be put out by the fact you've ruined my new shirt.'

Dudley grinned. 'Bugger your shirt,' he retorted, his free hand drifting between them to fondle the warm, heavy mass of Aaron's balls.

Aaron smacked Dudley's bare bottom, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to sting a little. 'I'd rather bugger you.' He inhaled sharply as Dudley's fingers gently tugged his scrotum.

'One thing at a time.' Dudley leaned back a little, admiring the results of his handiwork.

Aaron's hips shifted restlessly. 'I am forty-five years old,' he breathed. 'I shouldn't be hard again so quickly.'

'And yet, here we are,' Dudley murmured. 'Celibacy can do that.' He ran a hand over Aaron's chest and positioned his cock so it was next to Aaron's, and plucked the bottle of lube from Aaron's shirt pocket, drizzling some over their erections, then wrapped one large hand around them, sliding his hand slowly from base to tip. Dudley leaned forward nuzzled the skin just under Aaron's jaw, murmuring nonsense. His other hand moved from one side of Aaron's chest to the other, toying with each nipple in turn.

Dudley's hand began to move faster, as he felt the inexorable rush of his orgasm building in his belly. Try as he might, in fifteen years he'd never quite managed to come at the same time as Aaron.

Aaron clenched his teeth, and planted his feet on the floor, one hand gripping Dudley's bottom. True, he had recently celebrated his forty-fifth birthday, but he would concede Dudley was right that the past several months of stalled foreplay had made him randy enough to set his teeth on edge. As much as Aaron had disagreed with Harry in the past, as of this moment, he fervently believed both Harry and Ginny should be nominated for sainthood for giving them the gift of a weekend without parental responsibilities.

Aaron came with a shout, and Dudley wasn't far behind. Feeling rather like a clumsy ox, Dudley slowly slid off Aaron's lap, wiping his hand over his t-shirt. 'You spread the blanket on the sofa before Sarah left, too?' Dudley asked between pants.

'Yeah…'

'Clever man…'

Aaron chuckled. 'I thought we might make it over here once Harry and Sarah left.' He kissed Dudley, lightly biting the other man's lower lip. 'My willy had other plans.'

'You can say that again.'

Aaron yawned and stretched. 'Sleepy…'. He struggled to his feet, toeing off his shoes and shaking off the trousers that pooled around his ankles. 'C'mon,' he said to Dudley, holding out a hand. 'Let's have a wash and a little sleep, hmm?'

Dudley took the proffered hand, allowing Aaron to haul him from the sofa cushions and propel him to their bedroom.

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Aaron rolled over, stretched, and opened his eyes. He blindly patted for his glasses and slid them over his nose. The other side of the bed was empty, but clattering noises from the kitchen told him where Dudley was. His stomach rumbled loudly, prompting Aaron to heave himself from the bed. He located his boxers that Dudley had tossed carelessly into a corner when he'd removed them last night, shrugged, and dropped them back on the floor. It was only he and Dudley in the house, the curtains were drawn, and nobody else in the house who would care that he was naked. He ambled into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. Dudley stood in front of the open refrigerator studying the contents, completely naked, save for his wedding ring. Dudley still scrupulously watched his diet and exercised, but as he aged the hard edges of muscle had softened. Aaron grinned. Dad bod, he told himself. He found it sexier than the body Dudley had the first time he'd come to Aaron's bed. 'I do hope you aren't planning to cook like that,' he commented.

Dudley glanced up from his perusal of the refrigerator and waved a hand at the bundle of fabric on the counter. 'I've got an apron,' he replied. 'And I won't cook anything that might splatter.'

'What are you planning to cook?'

'Poached eggs, toast. Some fruit. Coffee.'

Aaron's brow rose. 'Eggs? Real eggs and not just egg whites?'

'Sod you,' Dudley responded cheerfully, giving his husband a rude gesture.

'That's my job,' Aaron shot back.

'And you did it very well,' Dudley chortled. 'Therefore, I will allow myself to eat real eggs, as you put it.' He pulled a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and set it on the counter next to the cooker. 'Poached eggs where you cut into it and the yolk runs all over the plate,' he said dreamily. 'My favourite breakfast.'

'Need any help?' offered Aaron.

Dudley slipped the neck strap of the apron over his head and tied the waist straps in a jaunty bow just over his bottom. 'It's all under control. Coffee's ready, if you want some.' Aaron nodded and picked up one of the mugs sitting next to the percolator, poured coffee into it and added milk. He carried it to the table and pulled out his usual chair, watching Dudley move about the kitchen. It wasn't the first time Dudley had made them breakfast while naked. They'd spent entire weekends in bed from time to time before they had Sarah. 'Remember when we used to do this more often?'

Dudley glanced up from the pot of simmering water, deftly sliding eggs into it. 'Had a lie-in and a quiet breakfast that doesn't involve toast shaped like dinosaurs?'

'I was thinking more along the lines of weekends where the most clothes we wore were our pants.' Aaron leaned back in his chair, rubbing his fingertips over the surface of the table. It was easily the oldest piece of furniture in the house, nicked and scarred, but still quite sturdy. Every time he mentioned shopping for a new one, Dudley would smile and shake his head 'no.' Aaron had served Dudley dinner on it when they'd first met. The first time they'd gone to a club together, one of Aaron's friends had gotten drunk, and dragged Dudley out onto the dance floor. Had Vikram been sober, it would have stopped at dancing, which Aaron recognized was meaningless fun. It was the open-mouthed kiss Vik laid on Dudley, while groping him that made Aaron wrench him from Vik's arms and bring Dudley home in a fit of jealous rage. Once home, he'd bent Dudley over the table, taking him with a sense of savage triumph. Dudley half-drunk from the euphoria of his first Pride festival, kneeling in front of Aaron, while Aaron braced himself against the edge of the table.

Dudley slid a plate of food across the table, breaking into Aaron's memories. 'Eat while it's still hot,' he said. 'You looked lost in thought,' he said, sprinkling salt over his eggs.

'We're never getting rid of this table,' Aaron said. Dudley smiled, his cheeks going pink. They ate in companionable silence, and Dudley cleared the plates once they were finished, then refilled their mugs with coffee. Aaron grabbed Dudley's wrist and brought him around to stand between the table and his chair. 'Leave it,' he murmured, tugging at the apron, untying the bow and lifting it over Dudley's head, and tossing it on the table.

'Aaron…'

Aaron patted the table. 'Hop up here, there's a good lad.'

Dudley glanced at the table, with a doubtful frown, then pushed himself to sit where Aaron had indicated. Aaron bent forward, his hands sliding up Dudley's thighs, sending jolts of pleasure through Dudley's body. Aaron leaned forward, mouth hovering over Dudley's erect penis. Dudley flexed the muscles in his bottom, thrusting up in eager anticipation. Aaron chuckled throatily and pressed his mouth to the inside of Dudley's knee, tongue tracing lazily up the inside of his thigh.

'Ohhhhhhh yeah, love,' Dudley moaned, as the bristles of Aaron's beard scraped the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He managed to pry one hand off the edge of the table and rest it on the back of Aaron's head fingers moving fitfully through his hair. Dudley lost track of time, which wasn't unusual when Aaron gave him a blowjob. They were almost always tortuous, maddening affairs where Aaron teased and drew out the process as long as possible. It's a mitzvah, Aaron would say, to give you pleasure.

And a pleasure it was.

Dudley slowly lowered himself, so he lay across the table. Keeping himself upright was an exercise in futility. A soft sigh of delight floated from between his thighs and Dudley felt the angle of Aaron's head shift, and his tongue lap at his balls, mouthing each one in turn, then flicking behind them before swirling around the base of his cock. Not soon enough for Dudley, Aaron slid his lips over the tip of Dudley's erection.

Dudley's hand fisted into Aaron's hair. He wanted to thrust into Aaron's mouth. He wanted to lie still and let Aaron bring him to orgasm. He wanted to turn round and present his backside to Aaron, while begging Aaron to fuck him.

The world dissolved in a blinding flash of white. Dudley gasped and time seemed to stop for an instant. He felt Aaron's mouth slide off his penis and press gentle kisses up the plane of his stomach and chest before settling over his mouth.

Aaron straightened and retrieved their mugs, taking an experimental sip. The coffee had gone cold. 'Be right back,' he murmured. A few moments later, Aaron pressed a mug of fresh coffee into Dudley's hand. 'I'll do the washing up,' he said. Dudley lifted the mug to his lips and sipped the hot liquid and nodded, sliding off the table. He wandered into the sitting room and settled on the sofa, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of clinking dishes and running water.

Aaron joined him presently, sitting so his back was propped against an arm of the sofa. 'Are you planning to put something on today?'

Dudley cracked an eye open. 'Are you?' he retorted.

'Not at the moment, no.'

Dudley grinned. 'That settles it, then.' He leaned over and brushed his mouth over Aaron's, rubbing his cheek over the rough stubble that covered his husband's face, then returned to Aaron's mouth, tracing his lips with his tongue. Aaron helpfully opened his mouth, and Dudley deepened the kiss, parting Aaron's thighs with a knee, and knelt between them. He reached out and snagged the bottle of lube they'd left there the night before and poured a generous dollop over his other hand, letting it drip in the crease of Aaron's bottom. Dudley set the bottle on the floor and slid a slippery finger between Aaron's cheeks, teasing, but not entering. Dudley slid down and began to lick and suck Aaron's nipples. 'You can do that forever,' Aaron sighed, one hand drifting up to cup the back of Dudley's head, fingers threading into his hair.

Dudley glanced up. 'Or I could find your nipple clamps.'

Aaron's head fell back and his breath caught. 'Promise?'

Dudley chuckled. 'Shameless.'

'Not an ounce.'

Dudley slid down further and took Aaron's cock into his mouth. Aaron exhaled in a hiss through clenched teeth and let his right leg fall of the sofa and draped his left one over Dudley's shoulder. Dudley slipped his middle finger into Aaron, brushing the other man's perineum with his thumb. When Aaron's hips began to buck, Dudley transferred his attentions, sliding his mouth to Aaron's balls, licking and rolling them on his tongue.

The chirp of Aaron's mobile sitting on the coffee table broke through Aaron's ragged pants. Dudley lifted his head to peer at the screen. 'Better answer that,' he said. 'It's Vik, and you know he'll just keep ringing until you do.'

Aaron grabbed the offending device and clutched it to his chest. It had gone silent, but it was only a matter of seconds before It would ring again. 'Give over for a mo,' Aaron grunted.

Dudley lifted his head and squarely met Aaron's gaze. He deliberately twisted his hand, rotating the finger inside Aaron so that he could massage Aaron's prostate. 'No.'

The phone began to chirp once more, and Dudley resumed his leisurely stroking of Aaron's cock with his tongue. Aaron ran his thumb over the screen turning on the speaker. He didn't feel up to actually holding the bloody thing and let it rest of his chest. 'Nrrrggggg… Yeah?'

'Are you coming?' Vik asked without greeting or preamble.

Dudley snickered and murmured, 'Not yet…'

Aaron poked Dudley in the side with his toe. 'Not today…. mmmmmmm.' He had completely forgotten about the football match in the haze of lust and sex.

'You ill or something? Eat something odd for breakkies?' Vik persisted.

'You could say that,' Dudley whispered, licking the drops leaking from the tip of Aaron's cock.

'Ahhhh…. I'll see you lot next week, yeah? Cheers… Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!' Aaron managed to end the call and flung the mobile to the rug. 'Ohgodohgodohgod…' Aaron stuffed a fist into his mouth, writhing under the renewed onslaught of Dudley's mouth and hands.

Dudley figured Aaron had had enough and his actions took on a workman like air. Already on the brink, Aaron came, back arching off the sofa, thighs trembling.

Dudley held Aaron in his mouth until his cock stopped pulsing. He gently released it, swallowing, and sat up, easing his finger from Aaron's bottom. Aaron sprawled bonelessly over the sofa, one hand covering his eyes, chest heaving. Aaron moved his hand and squinted at Dudley, who wore a smug expression. 'This is almost as bad as one of those videos hidden in our bureau,' Aaron muttered.

'How so?'

'We're only missing a bloke delivering pizza,' Aaron replied. Dudley laughed and grasped Aaron's hands, pulling him so that Aaron was draped over Dudley's body. Aaron tucked his head under Dudley's chin and let his eyes drift shut. Dudley managed to tug the blanket draped on the sofa back over them both, and tightened his arms around Aaron before falling asleep himself.

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Aaron struck a match, it's tiny flame flaring into life. He touched it to the wick of one candle, then the next and the next, lighting clusters of candles around the bedroom. Their light warmed the darkened room.

'What's all this, then?' Dudley scrubbed a hand over his face as he emerged from his pillow.

Aaron met Dudley's sleepy gaze in the mirror over the bureau. 'As ridiculous as this weekend had been — lack of burly men delivering pizza or meticulously groomed photocopier machine repairmen notwithstanding…' Aaron's shoulder hitched. 'Lust is all well and good, but romance, love…'. He blew out the match and dropped it into a crudely made clay dish that had been last year's Hanukkah gift from Sarah, and climbed onto the bed. He took Dudley's face between his hands and kissed him gently on the mouth. 'I can't imagine my life without you.'

'Probably be a lot less interesting,' Dudley responded. 'No daughter that will grow up to be a witch. No disapproving in-laws.' He flipped the bedding back in invitation.

'It's been perfect.' Aaron slid under the duvet, pressing his body to Dudley's. 'I've never regretted a moment of it.'

Dudley slid one leg between Aaron's. 'Even when I was a terrified, half-closeted, near-virgin?'

'Not even then.' Aaron pressed his forehead to Dudley's. 'There will never be a day when I won't want to lose myself in you,' he said softly.