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Getting Physical
Scorpius was not at all pleased to hear that his partner was going out to dinner with the Spanish Auror. He was even less pleased when the Gryffindor refused to cancel the date or even admit that it was a date. According to Albus it was just dinner, but he'd seen the way the other man had looked at Albus and didn't believe that for one second. The smarmy Spaniard intended to get into Potter's pants, he'd bet his bank vault on it. That Albus Potter wasn't the easy lay type didn't reassure Scorpius in the least. Hence the fact that he followed them to the restaurant and subsequently mangled the food he'd ordered as he observed the way the son of a bitch fawned all over the Gryffindor, the man's moves disgustingly obvious.
But what really pissed him off, what had Scorpius seriously considering killing the Spaniard and possibly Albus, was that when he trailed them both back to Santana's hotel he had to watch the two head up the stairs that would no doubt lead to the foreign bastard's floor and room. And Scorpius could think of only one reason why his partner would be accompanying the other man there.
Oh yeah, he wanted Santana's head on a platter.
And he wanted to kick the Gryffindor's ass afterwards.
Then get intimately acquainted with said ass, Scorpius thought as he leaned back against one of the hotel's columns, his eyes flashing storms. But he wouldn't be the one getting his hands on Potter's ass tonight, the Slytherin thought darkly as he forced himself to straighten and leave the hotel before he did something stupid. There was nothing else he could do, he told himself. He wasn't about to make an ass of himself by doing what he wanted to do and retrieve his partner from Santana's room, by force if necessary.
He seriously hoped the Spaniard was a lousy lay though. The fates him owed him that much at least.
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Walking into his department the next day Albus marveled at the fact that he still felt dirty from the night before. He'd just let the Spanish son of a bitch kiss him, but even that had left a bad taste in his mouth that had lingered through the night. Maybe because in his gut he knew that the man had wanted to kiss him about as much as he'd wanted the Spaniard to kiss him, Albus mused as he absently returned greetings. How people could ever pay for sex was beyond him. Knowing someone was forcing his or herself to appear interested and attracted in you was one hell of a huge turn off in his books. Which meant that he needed to figure out quickly why Santana was faking the attraction so that they could end this charade and he could make his lack of interest brutally clear. Unfortunately. Because he couldn't do that until he knew what the man was up to. And as long as he appeared somewhat interested the man would continue to pursue, giving him time to subtly draw the man's motives out.
Opening the door to his and Scorpius's office Albus felt a very cold chill go down his spine as he felt the cold, harsh vibes that were rolling off his partner like a tidal wave.
Someone was in a very, very, very bad mood.
Tempted to turn around and find something else to do Albus sighed and made himself walk into the room, closing the door behind him as softly as possible. Now he knew why he'd been getting strange looks from some of the other Aurors on their floor when he'd been coming down the hallway. They'd all known what was in store for him. Lovely. Thanks so much for the warning, guys, Albus mentally mumbled as he walked over to gingerly take his seat behind his desk. Glancing over at Scorpius, who was making a show of ignoring him while filling out some piece of paperwork, Albus decided that it was probably best to leave the Slytherin to it until the man chose to speak to him.
Scorpius waited until the other man appeared to be absorbed in his own paperwork before looking up, quickly evaluating the man's face and body language before returning his eyes to his own work. Good, the Slytherin thought with dark satisfaction. The Spaniard had been a lousy lay, just as he'd hoped. You wouldn't even have thought Albus had gotten laid to look at him. Which would so be the case if he'd been the one rolling around naked with the Gryffindor instead of Santana, Scorpius all but growled out loud.
"So how'd your date go?" Scorpius finally asked, just to be mean.
Surprised, Albus looked up from his work. His date? What date? Oh, yeah, Santana, Albus thought with a mixture of resignation and annoyance. "My meeting with Santana went fine, thanks. If that's what you're referring to."
Fine. The date was fine, Scorpius repeated in his head, all but rubbing his hands with glee. Serves you right, you prat, Scorpius silently told the Gryffindor. That's what you get for shagging some foreign assehole instead of me. If his partner had picked him instead he would have not only rocked his Gryffindor's world, but his galaxy. And that would be just the first time.
The look that had come into the Slytherin's grey eyes had Albus fighting back the urge to squirm in his seat as his present position started getting damn uncomfortable. "So are we still on tonight for some hand to hand?" Albus asked, thinking a change in subject was in order. Belatedly he realized he'd picked the wrong topic, because now he was thinking about getting hot and sweaty with the other man in the gym instead of on their office floor. Crap.
"I have plans for late tonight, but I suppose I could fit you in after shift. It's not like taking you down takes that long." Scorpius drawled out, lying through his teeth. He didn't have plans, but he definitely didn't want the other to man to get the impression that he couldn't get some action whenever he wanted.
Late night plans, huh. Probably a booty call, Albus thought with an inner scowl, his own mood becoming more in sync with Scorpius's earlier one. Paying a visit to one of his idiotic boy toys who were basically only good for sex, Albus surmised. He'd yet to meet a lover of Scorpius's that he could like, much less remotely respect. And that wasn't because they were banging his partner, he thought stubbornly.
And realizing he was in danger of going into a mental rant concerning Scorpius's love life Albus forced his maddening thoughts to cease and desist. "So we'll head down to the gym after shift then. Though I hope your plans are for very late tonight, I think I might surprise you this time." Because I really, really want to kick your ass at this particular moment, the Gryffindor silently added.
Given how much he still wanted to kick the other man's ass Scorpius was more doubtful then usual. "You've said that before, Potter. And you always disappoint me."
"Guess I'll have to pull out all the stops then, to make up for my past disappointments."
"You do that."
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At the end of the shift the two men headed down to the locker rooms to change into their workout gear, spending a good fifteen minutes warming up since both knew from past experience that it was in their best interests to do so after a day spent mostly at their desks. When their fifteen minutes was up they both moved to the center of the room, where mats were already set up for when they hit the ground. Unlike some of the older Aurors both Albus and Scorpius had taken the various Muggle defense classes Harry had had offered to his men to better prepare them in the event they lost access to their wands. They were both almost as dangerous with their fists as they were with their wands.
Scorpius was deadlier and they both knew it.
Circling each other Scorpius moved in first, lashing out with a foot directed at the Gryffindor's face.
Seeing it coming Albus blocked the kick as well as the backhand the Slytherin directed in his direction with practiced ease. Switching to the offensive the Gryffindor aimed his punishing right hook at the other man's jaw. Not surprised when that was blocked Albus went for a roundhouse kick that also failed to hit its mark. Again no surprise.
Time and time again they moved out of range or blocked the kick or punch with their arms and legs. Of course neither was putting their full weight or force behind their moves, even though they were still angry with each other. They might have the motto that only they could hurt the other, but they both made a concentrated effort to do no more than bruise a little.
Circling each other once more Scorpius tried a little verbal warfare as he waited for his opening. "Your Spaniard must be crappier in bed then I thought if you have this much energy left."
"First of all he's not my Spaniard." Albus shot out, using his fists to punctuate each word. "And secondly even if we had gone on a date I wouldn't have slept with him. I'm not an easy lay like you." Albus's kick hit its mark, sending the Slytherin stumbling back, Scorpius's arm instinctively wrapping around his now hurting stomach.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire." Scorpius shot back harshly, feinting a punch to the Gryffindor's head then lashed out with his own kick to the other man's thigh, causing the man to curse but remain standing. Moving in closer as they traded punches the Slytherin called the man on his claim in between blows. "You were seen going up to the man's hotel room last night, so don't bother denying it, Mr. Easy Lay."
Albus blinked in surprise at the man's words, his head snapping back as Scorpius's punch hit home. Though the man had pulled it, Albus thought with gratitude as he quickly repositioned his hands to protect his face, a small amount of blood marring his bottom lip. "And just who told you that, Malfoy?" The Gryffindor demanded to know, pissed to hear he'd been spied on.
"I never reveal my sources." Not for the world would he admit he'd followed his partner the night before. "Do you deny it?"
"I sure as hell deny sleeping with the guy. And if your damn source had bothered to stick around he or she would have told you I left the hotel room less then ten minutes after entering it. Maybe ten minutes is all you're good for, but I can last quite a bit longer." On that note Albus tried to kick the man's feet out from under him, cursing when Scorpius nimbly jumped out of the way and then came at him with a series of punches that had him stumbling backward.
"And just how long can you last, Potter?" Scorpius drawled out, seriously curious and wanting to use the topic of sex to distract the other man so he could take him down.
Kicking out to push the man away Albus's eyes flashed with amusement and heat. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Rather then answer Scorpius stayed on the offensive, the two proving their skill and knowledge of the other's technique again and again as blows either failed to land or were minimized in terms of damage. But again Scorpius had the more killer instinct and better skills, and it wasn't too long before Albus's stamina began to lag.
One opening was all the Slytherin needed and as soon as Albus provided him with it Scorpius moved in for the kill, throwing the man over his shoulder and onto his back, moving in quickly to straddle the Gryffindor as he pinned the man's arms above his head, holding them there with one hand, leaving his right free for the moment.
Chests heaving, hearts pounding, the two stared into each other's eyes like they were the only two people in their worlds.
"And I win again." Scorpius purred out, lowering his head so that they were practically nose to nose. "And with my right free, I could end you with my wand in a second."
"That's not your wand, Malfoy." Albus shot back, turned on enough by their fight to tease the Slytherin a little more than was strictly wise.
Amused Scorpius grinned. "I told you I have plans after this. I'm just looking forward to them."
Enjoying the flash of hot outrage that flared in the Gryffindor's emerald green eyes Scorpius considered himself champion in their day's skirmishes. That his partner hadn't slept with Santana was one hell of a bonus too, the Slytherin thought as he smoothly got to his feet. "See you tomorrow, Potter. I really do have to get going."
Watching the smug bastard saunter towards the locker rooms Albus all but felt his self control and common sense snap like they were toothpicks. He just saw red. Bright, crimson red. The kind of red that made people, particularly hormonal men, do very, very stupid things.
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Because it was one thing for the Slytherin not to jump him, Albus thought as he slowly got to his feet, and an entirely other thing for the man to rub it in his face that he was going to be jumping someone else shortly.
Picking up speed with every step he took Albus didn't slow down when he entered the men's locker room to hear the sound of the shower already going, indicating just where the Slytherin was. Actually, the Gryffindor thought with dark, wicked intent; that was just fine by him.
Taking off his shoes and socks Albus set them down on one of the benches and then paddled barefoot across the room and into the shower area. Heading straight for the other man's stall Albus opened the shower door without hesitation, stepping in like he had ever right to do so.
Slicking his hair back with one hand Scorpius's head whirled around to look over his shoulder at his partner in shock, his glance asking plainly what the hell the Gryffindor thought he was doing.
"Normally the winner buys the other dinner, but you already have plans." Albus said softly, too softly. "So the least I can do is wash your back for you, don't you think?"
Reaching out Albus used the soap dispenser to fill his hands with soap while his partner obviously struggled to comprehend what was going on. "Go back to washing your hair, Malfoy." Albus commanded. "I'll get the rest."
And while Scorpius stood as still as stone Albus went to work massaging the creamy liquid into the man's neck and then shoulders with sure and knowing fingers. The Gryffindor couldn't help but smile a little when the Slytherin instinctively arched into his touch as he moved down the man's wet, naked back, and across the Slytherin's waist. Even as pissed off as he was Albus knew better than to go lower than the waist, so he concentrated on enjoying what he could touch, lingering at the task so that he could enjoy the smooth, wet skin pulled taunt over flexing muscles that bunched under his fingers. Up and down the Gryffindor's fingers went, teasing and circling as he drew out the strokes.
And when Scorpius slowly turned around to face him Albus forced himself not to look down and instead boldly held the man's gaze as he added more soap to his hands so that he could go to work on the man's chest, the air steamy with the combined heat of the water and their shared passion.
His gaze hot and piercing Scorpius's eyes followed every move the other man's fingers made, unable to keep himself from moving his body into each caress as he concentrated on not giving in to his growing need to strip the soaking wet work out clothes off his partner and take over.
Shuddering right along with the Slytherin as he moved his hands over the man's nipples, Albus's touch was light and seductively slow. And as before the Gryffindor's searching fingers made their way south, massaging the soap into the man's muscular chest, linger over the defined ridges lovingly before splaying his fingers out to rub the area that veed down to the currently off limits area of Scorpius's delicious anatomy.
Placing a hand on either of the man's hips Albus forced himself to keep his hands there as he smiled down at his partner. "Since you can't last longer then ten minutes, Malfoy I'll leave the rest alone. That way you won't disappoint whatever boy toy you have lined up for tonight. Or should I say…disappoint him more than normal."
And reaching up Albus patted the man's cheek before turning on his heels and letting himself out of the shower with a swing to his stride, closing the door firmly behind him.
Staring after the man, his circuits completely fried, Scorpius grabbed onto the shower bar, grateful when it took his full weight without complaint.
His legs just weren't up to holding him at the moment.
Holy Hogwarts.
