A/N: This is for the rarepair_shorts Number Game Ficathon fest for the pairing Rabastan Lestrange/Antonin Dolohov. It's also for the Insane house challenge prompt plethora. It's 441 words. Warning for nudity.
Rabastan woke up with a pounding headache and dry mouth after having too much to drink the night before.
What he didn't expect though was the warm body behind him, nor another mans cock between his arse cheeks.
It's probably done more than go between my cheeks, he thought.
He carefully slipped out of bed trying not to wake the person behind him, but when he looked around to see who he'd spent the night with they were already awake.
"Morning," Antonin said lazily.
Rabastan nodded.
Out of all the people he could have shagged it had to be Antonin bloody Dolohov! Rabastan hope more than anything that he didn't say or do anything stupid; other than bed him of course. There were so many reasons this was a bad idea and none more so than the fact that he had wanted Antonin for years.
"Last night-" he started before Rabastan cut him off.
"-will never happen again."
"I see," Antonin said guardedly.
It was obvious that something other than shagging happened the night before as the only time he had heard the Russian wizard speak in that tone was when he had been insulted.
"Is there something wrong?" Rabastan asked.
"What do you remember about last night?" Antonin asked.
Rabastan furrowed his brow. The last thing he remembered was Rosier getting drinks in and that was it.
"I don't remember much. Only Rosier getting a round of Firewhiskey in before you got there," he admitted.
"You don't remember anything else at all?"
Rabastan shook his head.
He had a very bad feeling about this. There were a plethora of reasons why Antonin was asking that question, but only one which stood out in his mind.
"I told you everything didn't I?" Rabastan asked whilst turning away so he couldn't see the expression on the other mans face.
The only sounds which met his words was the slight creaking of the bed and the light footfalls coming towards him before a pair of arms wound around his waist.
"You did tell me everything, and I told you that there was no need to feel ashamed as I wanted you too. That I had wanted you for almost as long as you had wanted me," Antonin murmured in his ear.
Rabastan couldn't believe what he was hearing and turned around so they were face to face.
There was no deceit in Antonin's eyes only concern. A concern which Rabastan knew only too well.
"Where do you want to go from here?" he asked.
"Perhaps we could try being together," Antonin replied.
"I'd like that," Rabastan said before leaning in and kissing him.