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I decided that this week I'd update all the HP fanfics I could...it took me almost the whole week just to do this one. The HP muses suck, currently. Sorry.

This Is His Life

Since neither man wanted to put on a show for their cats, and their cats would have thanked them for that curtesy if they could have, Albus was more than happy to follow when Scorpius broke off their intense making out session to grab him by the wrist and using his hold to pull Albus across the room towards the doorway. That they were headed towards his bedroom suited Albus just fine, though he was a little surprised that the Slytherin was making this that easy for him. He'd hardly had to annoy and goad the man into forgetting the homework they'd been marking at all. Of course no teacher enjoyed marking work, especially when they were bound to do poorly given Scorpius evil teaching ways. Which was something he was going to have to think about, Albus mused to himself, in terms of how he could bribe the other man into being kinder to his students. For the good of his students, he was willing to provide Scorpius with all sorts of sexual favors.

Grinning at the idea, and thinking about what he could offer the Slytherin in exchange for his cooperation, Albus honestly didn't see it coming when they walked through his bedroom door, only for Scorpius to suddenly press him up against the door as soon as it closed behind them.

"You think I don't know when you're manipulating me?"

It was probably wrong for him to find the way Scorpius hissed the words sexy, but Albus did.

"Are you saying that I can wrap you around my little finger when I want to?"

Oh, but his Slytherin didn't like that either, the way Scorpius's eyes went all steely making Albus grin that much wider as he did a little wiggle in anticipation of what was to come.

"We'll just see who's wrapped around whose finger, Potter."

And so saying Scorpius's hands moved between them to undo Albus's belt and then the hooks of his trousers, jerking the material apart for easy access. "Turn around. Now."

Not arguing, and most definitely intrigued, Albus was sure to rub up against the other man as he did as ordered, including placing his palms up against the door since he had a feeling he'd need the support soon. And then Scorpius surprised him again when he used his body to flatten Albus's against the door.

Opening his mouth to ask just what the other man had planned for them, it was a groan that escaped the Gryffindor's lips instead when Scorpius began to rub his erection insistently against Albus's ass while the blond's fingers dug into his hips, angling him just right so that Albus couldn't help but arch and rub against his lover in turn, wanting to get Scorpius as hot and bothered as he was quickly becoming. Not that the Slytherin needed any encouragement; Scorpius obviously knowing what he was doing. The only question was why wasn't Scorpius's hand coming around to wank him off while he humped his ass, since it was obvious Scorpius wasn't interested in dragging this out.

Hmmm…ah, he got it. He was being used as a means to an orgasm, Scorpius way of putting him in his place for what he'd insinuated moments before.

Albus would have rolled his eyes over the stupidity of that plan if he hadn't been so busy being amused by it. He was damn happy with being used this way after all, especially since he could just take care of himself after Scorpius had come and give the twit a show in the process, one that would blow his little Slytherin mind too.

So Albus didn't ask for Scorpius to jerk him off, or do it himself. No, he remained right where he was, grinding his ass against Scorpius's front for the other man's benefit, and enjoying himself immensely in the process. And if he decided to be a little shit and egg Scorpius on by going into a little verbal detail about how he'd love it if Scorpius were to pull down his trousers, make him open his legs, and then fuck him between his thighs…well who could blame him for pointing out that Scorpius was leaking enough precum at this point to lube up his inner thighs while keeping it just the right side of rough.

The cursing that greeted that statement wasn't unexpected, though Albus figured he deserved points for not rubbing it in, no pun intended, when Scorpius shifted the grip he had on Albus's thighs to jerk down the clothing in his way. Plus he opened up his thighs and bent over to offer up a very nice view of his ass without being asked, waiting patiently while Scorpius moved slightly away to deal with his own pesky clothing.

Humming in pleasure when Scorpius rubbed his definitely leaking erection against his ass before sliding it between his thighs, Albus tightened his inner thigh muscles to make it clear he wanted to keep said erection right where it was. Especially when Scorpius started fucking between his thighs with a single-minded focus that Albus appreciated almost as much as the sensations and pleasure each thrust inspired in his nerve endings.

Which he told Scorpius of course, because who didn't know how much Malfoys loved having their egos stroked. It was a foreplay in and of itself, plus Albus loved the way Scorpius cursed and lost enough of his cool to talk a little dirty himself as the blond made it quite clear that he was going to insure Albus wouldn't be able to sit down comfortably later.

"I'm okay with staying on all fours for the rest of the night if you are, Malfoy."

His shoulder got bit for that one.

"You just never know when to keep your mouth shut, do you, Potter."

"Well whose fault is it that I can still talk, huh?"

"No more talking."

Neither of them lasted long after that proclamation, thank God.

Though Albus couldn't resist asking Scorpius, after they were done staining the door with their cum, if he couldn't go back, get his leftover chocolate, and then lick it off Scorpius's body for dessert.

Albus decided that the smack of Scorpius's hand on his ass wasn't a no, but a maybe.

Excellent.

)

Scorpius was a bitter man. There were really no words for how bitter he was, in fact. And while he normally didn't bemoan the fact that he didn't have any friends, it was not doing the Slytherin's peace of mind any good to only have Albus to confine in when it comes to how mortifying it was to be beaten at chess by a kneazle. Again and again. With an occasional win, yes, but never getting two in a row…it was beyond demoralizing. And how could he declare himself better than Yue when he couldn't total crush the feline beneath his feet? Which he had to do before he could break up with Albus, because once they broke things off Yue wouldn't want to play with him anymore. Just to punish him. Because Yue was a total shit that way. The damn thing always smirked at him after beating him, Yue's stupid tail wagging oh so slowly and smugly at him like a taunt that made it clear the feline was smart enough to know just what he was doing to Scorpius and loving it. So yeah, given how much the furball loved Albus it went without saying that the kneazle would make him suffer for ending the relationship.

Wait, no, not relationship. The end of their arrangement, that's what he'd meant to say. To think.

FUCK!

Resisting the urge to smash his head up against a wall a few times, not a good idea given the building materials used to build Hogwarts, Scorpius had to settle for sending a death glare in the direction of some giggling students just to make them pale and flee like rats on a sinking ship. It made him feel a little better. But not by much.

See, this was why his life was going to hell in a hand basket. Because it wasn't bad enough that he kept losing at chess to an animal, but those very losses led him to jumping Potter's body after the matches to make himself feel better. And then, after they'd shagged, he more often than not was worn out by the sex, and it would be late because he stayed up late playing chess, so he'd end up passing out in Albus's bed and then waking up to find them cuddled up together come morning.

Sometimes there was shower sex too.

It was all becoming a vicious cycle, Scorpius acknowledged grimly, especially now that he'd learned that Albus considered it an extreme aphrodisiac to bring chocolate into the bedroom. And now he also knew how much he enjoyed having chocolate licked off his body, dammit.

He was never going to be able to smell melted chocolate again without thinking of Albus's tongue lapping at his skin while the other man made these sexy sounds in the back of his throat that sounded like a deep purr and fucking did things to him that Scorpius couldn't put into words. If he loved chocolate as much as Albus did he'd probably be doomed to sport wood for the remainder of his life.

As it was Scorpius couldn't help but think about the fact that later in the afternoon he needed to go down to Hogsmeade, where he could easily get his hand on more chocolate and bring it back to bribe Albus with later. The man was remarkably open to being bribed with chocolate. Not that the Gryffindor was at all inhibited. In true Weasley/Potter form Albus was the type who would probably be willing to try just about anything once. Which was such a fucking turn on. He'd never had a lover who was so into playing and experimenting in bed-no, not a lover. The man he was shagging.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Stupid damned mind. Stupid, damned, sex obsessed mind, Scorpius corrected bitterly as he adjusted his robes. Because now, thanks to thinking about sex with Albus, he was getting erect again. Just as he was approaching his classroom where he'd be faced with his small group of seventh years, who would definitely notice since they were obsessed with sex already too. Because the fates hated him just that much.

This was what happened when a Malfoy was dumb enough to interact with a damn Potter. It never ended well for the former.

Shaking his head Scorpius ordered his thoughts and body to get with it and remember who and what he was. He was not this man and did not want to be him either. He was cool and controlled, and he didn't let anyone or anything effect himself against his will. He had mastery over his life and he wouldn't allow a Potter of all people to turn his world upside down this way.

With that in mind Scorpius was able to hold onto his cool persona right up until he arrived at his classroom, his self-preservation instincts kicking into gear when he saw that the students that had already arrived were gathered around his desk for some reason. Or they were at his desk until they sensed his arrival, all six immediately hurrying over to their stations and in the process revealed what had held their attention moments before.

There were flowers on his desk.

And while Scorpius regularly questioned the intelligence of his students these were his seventh years. They were ones that had survived having him for a teacher for two years now and achieved marks high enough to get them this far. They were not stupid enough to put flowers on his desk for him as a joke. At least not when he still had the majority of their last school year to make them rue the day they'd done something so foolish, anyway.

Still, Scorpius gave them an assessing look as he made his way down the main aisle and came to a stop in front of the flowers, his eyes narrowing as he accessed the foreign object.

They were Jonquil Erlicheer, the white, fragrant blooms clustered together in one of the more visually appealing versions of this particular Narcissus hybrid. It didn't have any use when it came to potion making, though it was used in perfumes occasionally.

In the language of flowers, if he wasn't mistaken, they were also a plea for the receiver to return the giver's affection.

What the hell were they doing on his desk?

A quick search through the stems revealed no card, so whoever the idiot was he or she wasn't going to make it too easy for him to find the culprit that way. Or he or she might have stolen it from one of the greenhouses, as the plant wasn't native to Britain. Hogsmeade was a possibility, at least with the older students, but that wasn't likely given the timing of the last scheduled visit.

Turning around Scorpius studied the expressions on each of his students' face in turn again, seeing nothing on their pale faces to suggest they knew anything about how the flowers had gotten on his desk.

But he would find out. Oh yes he would.

)

By breakfast the next day pretty much everyone in the school knew that someone had sent Professor Malfoy flowers. The fact that said flowers had been pretty, fragrant, and in a fancy planter…well no one knew what to make of that. Had someone put some stinky, carnivorous plant in the man's classroom the student and teaching body would have understood even as the shook their heads over the stupidity of whoever had been dumb enough to make the move. But to present him with something that could only be seen as a show of affection…unless someone was dumb enough to think they could play a practical joke on the professor by making him think that someone was interested in him. That was a possibility, some agreed in hushed voices. Those who were stupid enough to do something like that were offended when people asked if they'd done it. They weren't THAT stupid, thank you very much.

The mental lists generated by those most interested in the anomaly of someone possibly doing something nice for their Potions professor didn't seriously consider that Professor Potter might be the culprit; the man was too smart to go that route to mess with a Malfoy's head. Plus of the three Potters he was the nicest one, and had apparently almost never picked fights with the lone Malfoy heir since the two had started working at Hogwarts together.

And they weren't wrong to think that, in a way. Albus definitely wasn't stupid enough to think it would be a good idea to make his favorite Slytherin think he was being courted when he wasn't for his own amusement. Sending Scorpius flowers for his own amusement on the other hand, and out of a genuine desire to see what the blond would do if he were to court him...that Albus would totally do, however. Especially since, according to Yue, he was a going to be stuck with Scorpius for life.

When Malfoy would realize that fact, well Albus was with his kneazle when it came to believing that the blond was too delusional and lost in his own Slytherin superiority to realize that if he was determined to stick with Albus until he beat Yue at chess Scorpius was going to be sleeping with Albus until one of them died.

It had irked Albus more than a little at first, when Yue had informed him that during one of his matches with Malfoy the man had grumbled under his breath that he had to crush the kneazle at chess so that he could break things off with Albus once and for all. Actually, in all honesty, Albus would say that he'd been pretty fucking furious for the first couple hours or so, especially since he'd been starting to think that maybe he would try to worm his way into Scorpius's affection enough to convince the idiot to go out with him for real instead of just hooking up after work. Being shagged so that the man could play chess with his kneazle was not something any wizard could take lying down, pun totally intended.

But then he'd stopped to think about why Malfoy would want to end their arrangement, especially when it wasn't like the sex wasn't still brilliant and only getting better now that they'd had time to learn each other's preferences and what really did it for the other. And knowing the way the blond's mind worked, well it hadn't taken Albus long to start theorizing that he wasn't wrong to think that Malfoy was starting to like their present arrangement too much and that was scaring the poor little Slytherin off. Typical Malfoy.

Telling Malfoy that he liked him after the leaf incident obviously hadn't been one of his smartest moves either, but it was done and Albus had been left with the decision of how to handle this latest fork in the road since Scorpius wasn't mature enough to have a vote in that.

He could have just dumped the idiot, that would have been the smart thing to do, but at the end of the day Albus was self-aware enough to recognize that he wasn't willing to lose what he and Scorpius had without a fight. Hence the fact that he'd hatched a plan that would not only punish Scorpius for being such a total ass, but would hopefully befuddle and mess with the Slytherin's brain so much that the other man wouldn't realize he was being seduced until Albus had him right where he wanted him.

The major problem though was that Albus didn't exactly know how to go about courting another bloke. Courting a girl was something he understood in the abstract, he had plenty of women in his life who liked to talk about the wooing failures or successes of the men in their lives. But courting another man had to be different, especially since his gender didn't seem to be nearly as enthralled by chocolate as he was.

And Scorpius let him bring chocolate to bed. Yay!

Pushing that distracting thought aside, he'd revisit it later when he was alone and could enjoy it properly, Albus forced himself to focus on the fact that he wasn't sure what to get or do for Scorpius next. Hell, he couldn't even figure out if he wanted to reveal that he was the one who'd sent the flowers or just sit back and see how long it took Malfoy to figure out that it had been him.

Hmm…maybe he should ask Louis or Hugo for some advice.

That could work.