Title: In The Snake's Lair
Name: la_dissonance (This is me, just on LJ. Really. No plagiarism here!)
Prompt: #096 - Tattoo, jealous, wink.
Prompt Given by: water_vole
Word Count: 995
Beta: asnowyowl
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Normally my PWPs turn out thousands of words long, so this was quite a challenge. And there might even be a tiny smidgen of plot if you really squint. I'm especially grateful to my wonderful beta for looking this over even though she had a billion other things to do. Hugs for you!! Shout-outs (as requested) go to Sophie, Hannah, and Tizzy, without whose encouragement the phrase 'delicious friction' would have been left on the proverbial cutting room floor. Good call, guys. ; )
Summary: Albus Severus, tired of being everyone's spotless Head Boy, hears a rumor and decides to use it to his advantage.

"Come see me in my room after dinner, Malfoy. I'm sure you know what about."

The blond Slytherin whirled around and approached Albus. "Did I hear you right, Potter? You don't run this school – you can't tell me what to do."

"Oh, can't I? I am the Head Boy, and I believe such things do fall under my jurisdiction."

Scorpius sneered.

"Unless you'd rather I let Headmistress McGonagall handle it?" Albus smiled affably, his best caring-head-boy expression.

Scorpius fumed, but made no further protest.

Albus applauded himself. It was an abuse of power that would have made his late grandfather proud. Albus had hardly strayed from the straight and narrow during his entire tenure at Hogwarts – doing well in classes, never getting in trouble like his older brother – and thought it was high time he follow an impulse for once.

"I'll see you at eight o'clock, then. Come on time and I might let you off easy." Albus winked ever-so-subtly, relishing the innuendo. He'd probably regret it later, but just now, he was having too much fun to care.

Defiant footsteps rang down the hallway. Albus leaned on the door frame lazily and watched the Slytherin's tight little arse recede, chuckling when Scorpius flipped him off as he rounded the corner. Al knew he would come that night.

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"So what's this all about?" Scorpius whinged as he slouched through the door, a full fifteen minutes late. "My father won't be pleased if he finds out I've been inappropriately detained."

"This isn't about your father, Scorpius." Al crossed behind the other boy and closed the door. "This is about the whispers that've been going around school about you."

"You're getting me in trouble because of a rumor?"

"I'm trying to save you from trouble, Malfoy. You know this is enough to get you expelled if it's true."

"So what? I didn't do anything wrong."

Al crossed his arms over his chest. "You're aware that the Ministry banned any representation of the Dark Mark right after the war, right?"

"Obviously." Scorpius rolled his eyes.

"That would include a tattoo, wouldn't it?"

"Yes," Scorpius grudgingly ground out. "But only if it actually was of the Dark Mark, which this absolutely isn't."

Albus met Scorpius's eyes. "I don't think you're the one who gets to decide whether it is or isn't."
Scorpius quirked an incredulous eyebrow. "Oh? And you are?"

Albus smiled again and made an expansive gesture. "Right now only the Seventh-years are talking. The Headmistress happens to be a family friend... Let's just say that a few words from the right person at this point could change everything. I'm a very believable source."

"I can give you money, if that's what you want."

Albus let his smile grow predatory. "Oh, that's not what I want at all. And I can't say anything about this supposed illegal mark if I haven't seen it for myself, can I?"

The Slytherin glared, but didn't back up when Albus approached.

Albus pitched his voice a bit lower. "Take off your shirt, Malfoy."

Scorpius shed the garment in one fluid motion and threw it to the floor. Albus scanned his body appreciatively.

"Like what you see, Potter?"

Oh yes, Albus thought, circling around, but didn't say it. "I know what I don't see, Malfoy, and it's a tattoo. Illegal or otherwise."

Albus stopped behind Scorpius and reached around to rest his hands on the top button of his trousers, thumbs brushing his skin. The Slytherin's breath hitched.

"Maybe I should keep looking?"

Scorpius didn't stop him when he began to unbutton his trousers. Albus watched raptly as he eased them down Scorpius's hips, revealing that pert arse clad only in a pair of black briefs. They slid down by a tantalizing fraction as the trousers tugged at them, and Albus felt a white-hot flash of lust.

"Found what you want yet?" Scorpius drawled. He turned around as he stepped out of the trousers and kicked them away. The prominent bulge in the front of his pants was unmistakable. Albus swallowed and continued his inspection, only to find every inch of visible flesh unblemished.

"Oh, get on with it, Potter, you've already gone this far."

Albus hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled the pants down. The Slytherin's cock jutted out, red and straining, and for a moment Albus didn't even see what else was there.

"That's... that's not a Dark Mark," Albus said, baffled. It was nothing more than a small snake, intricately rendered in black ink, draped luxuriously at the top of the thatch of blond curls as if it owned the place.

"Well spotted." Scorpius caught Albus's gaze lingering and tilted his hips tauntingly. "Jealous?"

"What... what is it, then?" Albus asked, transfixed.

"For your information, Albus Severus Potter, it is a European Asp, a common yet highly poisonous viper. Can I put my clothes back on yet or did you have other plans?" He somehow managed to sound bored with the whole situation.

"A Europe – wait..."

"Don't think too hard, Potter, you might break something."

Albus felt the blood rush from his head and he reached out instinctively to brush the tattoo with his fingertips, before grasping Scorpius's length in earnest. "Bloody conniving Slytherin." He bit down on Scorpius's shoulder, marking him for a second time. "You could have just told me."

Scorpius moaned and collapsed into Albus's arms as Albus fisted his straining erection. "Would have been... too easy..." His hands found Albus's belt and then he was pushing Albus's hand aside, ripping his clothes off, kissing him fiercely.

Albus sunk his fingers into Scorpius's finely muscled arse and pulled him flush to his body, their cocks rubbing together with a delicious friction. Scorpius moaned again and his hand dropped between them.

"Fuck yes," Albus hissed.

He had never regretted a decision less in his life.