The Broken Children
-Louis-
He cries out, half in pleasure and half in pain as he writhes beneath James, nails clawing bloody scratches down the older boy's back as James nips at his lips.
It hurts . . . but he needs to feel pain in the same way that James needs to inflict it. In that regard, they're the perfect match, him pulling and his lover pushing, so that neither can break in the middle.
He thrusts out a hand as he reaches his release, knocking over a lamp and a bottle of rum, the shatter of glass not seeming to faze him as he feels James collapse against him, breathing raggedly as the first rays of dawn peek in through their window.
Rio de Janeiro, a city where the partying never stops, has been their home for nearly three years now. It's a nice place to live in, even though it lacks the comforts of his grandmother's cooking and his cousin's mischief. It doesn't matter though; they don't have to hide here.
They aren't Louis Weasley and James Potter here; they're Pierre and Sirius Delacour and they walk hand-in-hand down the street and kiss in the rain without someone trying to tear them apart. It's strange in a way, considering they're cousins and that there's a five year age-gap between them . . . but he's been in love with Jamie for as long as he can remember.
He's not broken – in fact; he's never needed fixing . . . he's just a guy who found a love that society couldn't accept.
"Do you miss home?"
James voice is soft against his ear, his fingers softer as they ghost across his chest and Louis smiles, shaking his head as he tilts his head to press his lips against his husband's. It's a tender kiss, but they know what the other likes, him opening his mouth and James slipping in his tongue, his lips bruising under the intensity, his slender body protesting and the arms around him tighten uncomfortably.
When finally they break apart he whispers, "You are my home."
A/N: This drabble, and an upcoming drabble titled –James– can be seen as a tie-in to my one-shot 'We're on Our Way to Rio' . . . They aren't necessarily related in the grand scheme of things, but in isolation, James and Louis' drabbles can be read as a continuity.