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Drunk and Desirable

Albus stared across the table with a bemused, affectionate smile on his face as he watched Scorpius stupidly sip some more of his drink. The Slytherin had gotten the drink ten minutes ago, had drunk maybe one fifth of the glass, and was already drunk. Seriously drunk. And now the proud and cool headed Scorpius was currently studying his reflective image on the back of his spoon with a childlike wonder that had Albus fighting back the urge to laugh like an idiot.

"Potter."

Raising an eyebrow at the commanding tone of voice Albus looked over and down. An unfamiliar goblin was standing there, and judging from the bling on his hairy fingers he was no waiter. "Can I help you?" Albus asked politely, knowing better than to point out that he was a paying customer and therefore deserving of at least a little politeness.

"You and your dining companion must leave." The owner stated bluntly, a crafty edge to his evil grin. "This is a family restaurant and your companion is drunk. Here is your bill." The goblin added, setting a piece of paper down on the table.

Retrieving said paper Albus couldn't actually say he was surprised to see that they were being charged for the meals that had yet to arrive. If their orders had even gotten all the way to the kitchen in the first place, he silently amended. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if this was standard operating procedure when some idiot actually let him or herself be talked into trying the drink.

Looking down at the smug goblin Albus couldn't help but grin back as he retrieved his money. "You know you'll eventually have to close down if you keep this up, right?"

"Or just non humans will come in."

"Ah. I see." Shaking his head Albus counted out exact change since there was just no way in hell he was leaving a tip. They could call him a stingy bastard until their faces turned blue. He was going to have to deal with a drunk Scorpius now and a hungover one the next day. Because no way the Slytherin wouldn't have one given how much alcohol had to be in the drink, Albus thought with a wry shake of his head. "Well we certainly won't be back."

Ignoring the goblin as the creature scooped up and counted out the change Albus walked around the table and helped Scorpius up from his seat, not surprised when the Slytherin weaved in place, latching onto him for support. He was surprised when the other man nuzzled his smooth face against his neck, but Albus pretended not to feel it as he helped the other man out of the restaurant.

As soon as they were out Albus transported them both to the Slytherin's flat. Standing outside the man's door Albus knew that the man had cast spells upon his residence that would prevent anyone without the proper, magical key from entering.

"Scorpius, where's your key?"

"In my pocket, can't remember which one though. You'll have to go feeling around for it, Potter." Scorpius informed the Gryffindor with what could only be called a leer.

The leer clued Albus into the fact that the key wasn't going to be found in one of the man's coat pockets. Nope, he was going to have to go fishing around in the man's trouser pockets. Well, he probably deserved this for yesterday, Albus thought with a sigh of resignation. Shifting around to wrap one arm around the other man the Gryffindor moved to stand in front of the Slytherin, holding the man up against him. With his free hand Albus patted down the man's back pockets, grounding his teeth when Scorpius took that as permission to rub himself up against him like an overly affectionate feline. Stomach tightening as he fought back a reaction Albus slid a hand between them, all but whimpering as Scorpius's movements made his hand rub against his own growing arousal.

"Damn, what you do to me." Albus muttered as he shifted his hand over so that he could brush his knuckles against the right side of the man's trousers, feeling the bump that indicated something hard was in the man's right pocket. Something else hard, Albus thought as he felt something twitch against his spread out fingers. I am in so much trouble, Albus thought as he looked at the ceiling, moving his hand quickly over so that he could put his hand in the man's pocket, finally retrieving the key with a jerk.

In response Scorpius applied his tongue to the other man's neck in one slow, long swipe. "I'd rather you wrap those fingers around something else of mine, Partner."

"I just bet you would, you drunk lush." Albus shot back, deliberately putting a scolding tone in his voice as he fought back the urge to rub the wet side of his neck.

Unlocking the door Albus kicked it closed behind them as he dragged, pulled and sorta carried the Slytherin through the living room and down the hallway to the room he knew the Slytherin used as a bedroom. Previously he'd avoided that room up until now, but he needed to get the man into bed before Scorpius passed out and became a deadweight.

Pushing the door open Albus walked them over to the bed, the Gryffindor yelping when Scorpius suddenly went deadweight, only the man did it deliberately as it turned out. Because as soon as his back hit the bed the Slytherin was all over his neck, ravaging it with almost childlike delight as he marked his territory.

Eyes all but rolling into the back of his head Albus shuddered under the Slytherin, instinctively arching up against the man before he caught himself. Unfortunately his partner seemed to sense that he intended to put an end to what the Slytherin was doing because Scorpius grabbed Albus's wrists and braceletting them with his fingers held the Gryffindor's hands prisoner above Albus's head.

"Dammit, Scorpius. This is breaking our rules again!"

"Fuck the rules. Fuck me."

"OH MAN!" Cursing loudly under his breath Albus tried to buck the man off of him, which was another kind of torture but surprised the Slytherin enough that the other man loosened his hold a little. Taking advantage of this Albus yanked a hand free, rolled their positions, pulled his wand from his pocket, and used it to deliver a body binding curse.

Shaking his head as he returned his wand to his pocket Albus sat up, straddling the man as he stared down at his motionless partner. "Oh we are going to be in so much trouble if you remember all this tomorrow." Albus had to admit that he considered a memory charm as he stared down at the man, but thought better of it. Especially since the man was drunk. He should wait until he knew better what Scorpius would and wouldn't remember.

After awhile Albus undid the spell, glad that the Slytherin was unconscious when he did so. Shaking his head the whole time Albus got the man out of his coat, his shirt, trousers, socks and shoes. He was seriously thankful that Scorpius was wearing boxers that he could leave on so that he wouldn't see the man naked again so soon. Especially when Slytherin was apparently so eager to get it on, the Gryffindor thought darkly.

"And you're probably only teasing me to make me pay for yesterday too." Albus muttered as he neatly put away the other man's clothes. "And drunk, what good are you to me anyway? Of course I'd have to take top, and knowing our luck you'd lose consciousness before we got to the good part. And I can't do you if you're unconscious, you assehole."

Working up a good head of steam as he cursed the Slytherin out while gently tucking the man in, Albus tried to make Scorpius sleep on his side. But apparently Scorpius wanted to sleep on his back, which wasn't a good idea since that was not the ideal situation to be in after consuming a lot of liquor that you might need to throw up later.

Not to mention the fact that he had no way of knowing what had been in that drink and therefore didn't know if there were side effects he needed to be worried about. Which in turn meant that he was going to have to supervise the man or stay up all night at his place worrying about the Slytherin, Albus concluded with a pathetic 'why me' look.

So, with more curses and muttering, Albus removed his coat and tie, sitting down to do away with his socks and shoes before accepting the fact that there was one sure fire way to keep Scorpius on his side that didn't involve using magic which would only piss the Slytherin off further in the morning.

Asking for the powers that be to give him strength Albus climbed into the bed beside Scorpius and shifting the Slytherin once again on his side spooned his own body against his partner's, wrapping his arm around the other man's waist to hold him there.

"Oh please don't let me molest him while I'm sleeping and vice versa."

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Scorpius woke up in a massive amount of pain. It felt like razor sharp blades were being thrust into his head with childlike glee. Clutching his head as he cried out in pain Scorpius curled up into a fetal position, shuddering with the tidal waves of pain crashing against the sides of his skull. And then suddenly there were hands over his hands, hands he recognized so that he forced his eyes to open and meet his partner's. "What…wrong with…me?"

"I told you not to order the damn drink."

Realization dawned through the pain. "I'm…going to kill…those goblins."

"I don't doubt you want to. You must be in serious pain to be whimpering like a girl."

If he'd been able he would have given the man hell for comparing him to a girl, but Scorpius was pretty sure that if he opened his mouth again he might just do worse than a few whimpers. So he settled his glaring while he gritted his teeth against the pain.

Reaching out Albus forced the Slytherin to sit up, moving to straddle the man from behind as he maneuvered the man back against him, cuddling the man against his chest. Wrapping one arm around the man's waist Albus snagged the potion he'd already prepared off the man's dresser, bringing the glass to Scorpius's lips. "This will help, I need you to drink it."

Opening his mouth Scorpius allowed his partner to pour the foul tasting liquid down his throat. Forcing himself not to choke the Slytherin buried his face against the side of the man's face as soon as Albus moved the glass away from his lips. Slowly breathing in and out Scorpius concentrated on the familiar scent of the man's skin, the warmth of the man's arms around him as Albus cuddled him close. It was just pity, but at the moment he needed all the pity he could get. He deserved to be pitied.

As the pain faded away Scorpius's awareness increased, enough to have him realizing that one of Albus's hands was stroking bare flesh. His bare flesh.

Glancing down Scorpius took in the fact that he was apparently only wearing boxers. Albus appeared to be wearing the pants and shirt he'd been wearing the night before, which would suggest the man had spent the night with him. Which made sense, Albus was too moral to leave him to suffer alone. Still…the man had stayed for him.

"Feeling better?" Albus asked softly, unable to see Scorpius's face.

"Yeah. You the one who undressed me?"

"See anyone else here? I figured you'd sleep better without your clothes on."

Scorpius absently reached out to finger the man's wrinkled shirt. "You slept in yours from the looks of it."

Looking down at his shirt Albus mentally debated before telling the truth. "I figured it was a good idea to keep my shirt on since I was sharing the bed with you so that I'd be right here if you needed me."

He'd imagined Albus in his bed so many times that Scorpius could only curse the fact that he'd missed out on seeing the man in it. Of course they were in it now, together, but he was not in any shape to enjoy it. The pain was bearable now, but his head was still cringing and likely would be for a while. Belatedly it occurred to the Slytherin that there was something off about what the Gryffindor had said. "Why did you say just your shirt? You kept your trousers on too. Didn't want me to see your boxers or briefs?"

Silence met that question.

It was then that a third option occurred to the Slytherin, one that had him going stiff in a number of ways as he realized that the Gryffindor might have kept his trousers on because there weren't boxers or briefs under them. Was his man commando? His straight laced, by the book, goody two shoes most of the time partner went commando? Around him? Possibly on a regular basis? Oh man!

And the blows just kept coming, Scorpius thought as he groaned low and long.

"There, there, you'll live." Albus's voice was tenderly amused.

That's what you think, Scorpius thought as he forced himself to relax against the man again, wallowing in self pity. He didn't know if a man could die from sexual frustration, but Scorpius had a feeling he was going to find out if he stayed snuggled up against the man he'd been wanting to get naked for years, one who might or might not be naked under his trousers.

How the fates hated him.

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Walking into the bakery near the bank before work Louis winced at the siren smells that engulfed him as soon as he was through the door. It was always a struggle whenever he came into the place to remember that even with his good metabolism he couldn't buy all the lovely treats he was hungering for. He was allowed only one treat and whatever else he bought he had to turn over to his colleagues. Turning his head to follow the line Louis raised an eyebrow when he saw that Malfoy's friend Rorake, the one who'd brought him his wallet at the club, was already there. Politely asking a woman's permission to join his 'friend', Louis smiled his thanks before moving in to stand at the larger man's side.

"Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Slytherin. I owe you a drink."

"So you do." Rorake drawled out, looking over at the blonde. "Of course chocolate milk doesn't cost as much as a glass of the cheapest liquor."

Louis blinked and then laughed. "You're here for some chocolate milk? Seriously?"

"That and a few oatmeal raison cookies. I hate coffee and tea."

"I see. Well since chocolate milk is so cheap I'll buy you your cookies as well and we'll call it even."

Grinning when the Slytherin gave a nod of agreement Louis purchased both their orders, amused at the strange looks that Rorake was getting. Or he was until he realized that it wasn't the Slytherin's order that had the man behind the counter acting strange, but the fact that he and Rorake were together. And it couldn't be because of their different houses or formerly warring families, because Al and Malfoy came in here all the time too. So what was the guy's problem?

Once they had their orders and were outside the shop Louis asked the Slytherin if he knew why the counter guy had acted so strange.

Shoving the bag of cookies into his coat pocket for later Rorake gave the Gryffindor a small half smile. "Theo knows my tastes in men and other than you being blonde you're not it. He's probably worried I've been spending too much time in the sun."

Not liking the sound of that Louis's eyes narrowed slightly. "So that guy figures you'd have to be brain fried to be interested in me?"

"I'd have to be, wouldn't I, to tangle with you?" Rorake returned, more amused then afraid when the Gryffindor's eyes took on a rather deadly gleam. "Chill, Weasley. I'm not insulting you. I'm just saying that I'd be a bloody idiot to hook up with you because I don't do high maintenance and you'd drive me batty. Nothing wrong with being or dating someone like you if that's where your tastes lie. Mine just don't."

"You think I'm high maintenance?" Louis grounded out, doing his best to remain calm as he reminded himself that the man was almost two of him in size.

"Your pretty ass should come with a warning label, Weasley, and you know it."

All but vibrating with fury Louis looked down at the cardboard tray full of hot drinks and then back at the Slytherin. "You do realize that I have relatives in law enforcement and in the government. I could lobe these drinks into your fat head and get off with doing some community service."

Rorake considered the threat with interest. "Do you throw like the girl you sometimes resemble?"

"Do you want me to kill you?"

"Can't say that I do. Got to get to work and all that. You too if you keep banking hours." Rorake responded with shrug that suggested he didn't have a care in the world. "So in the interest of us staying alive I'll say that it's been nice talking to you, Weasley, thanks for the drink and cookies. We'll have to do it again sometime."

Watching the man turn and walk away Louis saw red. Setting the drinks on a nearby bench Louis retrieved one of the muffins he'd purchased and hurled it at the bastard's head.

Turning around at the last second Rorake neatly nipped the muffin out of the air, toasted the fuming Gryffindor with it, and then bit in with relish before turning back around to continue his stroll down the street.