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Back to normality ... Maybe

I do not know if it was quite normal to forget to have a life on the social network - but also a social life, eh! - Exams in the period, especially if it lasts a long time, but so be it. Now that I think must be the last year since I've been on Twitter because I lack the physical strength to make comments or to leave them. Not to mention reading stories or leave reviews. As for writing, imagine!
I had forgotten what the winter session could drain your energy. I hate to think that summer, which this year is tremendous ...
Okay. Even though only after less than a week of relaxation are already forced to return to the studio, these days I back the urge to write something on this Lj. Who knows she can not finish the left over a thousand stories, I write what I have in mind and make some little comment on, say, the new Golden Sun on Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones on new chapters of Bleach and Soul Eater ... On all that mass of stuff that I left to steep for months, in fact.
Maybe in the coming days ... * Crosses fingers *

And this year I missed the porn fest. Damn. The only thing that consoles me is that the prompt of the series that I know were not all that great ... But I'm sorry anyway. It will be for next year, when I finally learned to organize. Damn.

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A Life and Thousands Miles August

Title: A Life and Thousands Miles August
Author: nefene
Beta : acardia17
Fandom: Harry Potter
Paringa / Characters : Ted Lupin / James Potter Sirius
Rating: NC17 (or pushed R)
Warnings: slash! Sex descriptive, post the 7th book including the epilogue
Genre: Romance / Introspective
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, and this story is not is for profit. Just pure fun and healthy
Summary: James, the London fog, a few numbers, and too many thoughts.
Words: about 1400
Note: the birthday of the duedicoppe and elthefirst ♥ ♥ ♥
A megagrazie to acardia17 , without which even the non-public list of spesaXD Thanks my darling \u0026lt;3 And thanks to
appletree79 who saved me at the last minute with the title! ♥

And to all, happy reading \u0026lt;3

The story Nocturne Alley: http://www.nocturnealley.org/viewstory.php?sid=6029&warning=11

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Life and A Thousands Miles August

When I run, just run.
In theory in a vacuum.
Or vice versa, it is also possible that I run to catch up the gap.
[Haruki Murakami, "The art of running"]

The burning throat, and lungs, the cold air of early morning.

the cold and drizzle to puncture the skin and penetrates the bones. He wonders if just to wash the smell of sex still feels on your body. A clear footprint of the bed just before he left, stealthily, like a stranger met at the pub and dragged home to the casual sex without commitment.

No , knows that is not enough. It penetrated too deeply within him because those drops impalpable can find it.

Increase the speed of their steps, leaving the surrounding gray London fog, feeling like an outsider observer of the atmosphere of calm and crystallized lethargy enveloping the neighborhood.

There are five blocks away from the apartment where he lives and the nearest park. The anonymous-looking buildings in the outskirts - no elevator, with a few windows, facades greyed wear and pollution, and stench spicy the take-away corner to soak the interior - looking houses become ordained. Small gardens with roses and boxwood bushes. Blinds and curtains colorful crochet.

knows by heart, these identical sequences, such as a printed map to focus the mind. The faint light of a sleepy cafe with a few customers, the newsstand with newspapers just arrived, the barking of a dog in the distance, a few cars at irregular intervals.

His panting is the only constant noise in that cold Monday in January - and others gasped sighs are in his mind, ghosts something that would tighten, hold, claim. But he can not.

hour of racing. Thirteen kilometers.

Every day, every month, every season. A bizarre punishment designed to Hogwarts at the time by his father - tired of yet another recall for its unruly exuberance - had become a habit. An outburst daily.

Distances are constant . He has taken to calculate the morning in the morning, and with them to count the steps, the days of his life. As if the casino crowds and senseless that its existence could make up some numbers with a little 'of apparent order. Teddy is convinced that he would laugh, if you know, running a hand through his hair matted. Leaning for a kiss when they were alone.

He can not imagine himself without his warm gaze, his smile, those big hands on his skin, his gentle ways and at times a bit 'sharp. And everything hurts, but it would be worse if there were.

was seimilaseicentonovantacinque kilometers before he Teddy and they kissed for the first time. It can not even think about it now without feeling a shiver through while walking along the fast asphalt pavement hard.

A kiss so initially, the flavor of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey of freedom after the end of the school, parted lips and half-closed eyes - the eyes of Ted uncertain investigator. And his legs trembled, while the mind refused to believe it, thinking it was true that had happened, finally .

But the cold wall behind his back was more than real, as was the smell of piss and garbage in the alley behind the pub, or the excitement of Ted pressing against his thigh. There was drowned in that kiss, filling the hands of locks of hair, mouth and skin and blood of bites, while the other gave himself up to him.

There was immersed in the illusion. We had believed - even though Ted's eyes were widened, staring, and he found himself gasping and then watched Disapparate, leaving him alone with his lips still red and moist, the heart in turmoil, his taste on the tongue. Why wanted always , and was no longer a child attached to the trousers of a kind of bigger cousin.

Seimilacinquecentocinquantatré miles before he shook hands with Ted under a table at a dinner Potter, caressing the fine lines that were woven into the palm, and the streets that hardened skin - an act childishly secret that had demanded with malicious bullying. Not seen him that day, and spent the time to think, want, imagine to tighten it against a wall and shouting you want, I want to.

But Teddy had moved away the hand with a gesture, and scared, and then avoid his gaze for the rest of the evening. After dinner had gone murmuring unavoidable commitments, and he was left in that living room, stunned and motionless, while the seeds of bitter knowledge made its way inside him.

A week later Teddy told him he had taken to hanging out with Victoire, and that James had pretended to be fine. Because he saw in his eyes the fear and the desire to be normal . Along with all those things - respectability, marriage, adoption, children - that he was not able to give him.

He was lying for months in that strange and distorted their friendship as if nothing had happened. Why was fine, they were. He could not help it.

And then, tremilaottocentotrentacinque miles before they had made love for the first time. Teddy had bumped into the furniture of the kitchen, tired of her yet another provocation, the latest in a series of reckless and malicious digs with which he was tormenting him in recent times, when the frustration, jealousy, would not let him breathe. And then she kissed the cold, brutal. He had violated his mouth furiously, rubbing against his teeth and hold it against the corner behind his back.

James replied with equal violence and despair that kiss, then he slipped his hands under the shirt of Teddy, moaning in relief with his warm skin. He thought that Teddy would have taken up, holding it against the wall of the room, opening just inside the pants entrargli. And it would go well, did not mind the pain, if not stopped, not realized the error they were about to do, and that this would be the beginning of the end. Teddy Instead he had withdrawn from him for a moment, staring at him with eyes clouded by desire. He had not stopped: he had dragged into the room. The clothes scattered throughout the house, their naked on the bed, suddenly all that anxiety seemed to have vanished.

Teddy had covered his body with soft long kisses and caresses. They had not said a single word, uttering only a few sighs, and broken light, and one above the other relished the contact between their skin. Then Teddy had entered him up, gently, forcing him to look into his eyes and drown in his eyes so sweet and adoring, stifling her moans of pain with kisses and caresses continued. He had come into him, and James still could not forget the first time he experienced the feeling of that body which was lying on his sweaty and relaxed.

He loved sleeping in the arms of Teddy, feeling safe immersed in a protective warmth and then wake up feeling her warm breath against his ear asking him you hold me, hold me. Then he turned, drew him to himself, and interlock with one another, as he wove his fingers to his brown hair, and walked down the profile of his face with wet kisses and axons.

Ted's eyes were warm and friendly and the needy, and his gentle caresses hurt him every time as sharp edges, and that name, Victoire , remained solid and ignored like a wall of glass between them.

Teddy was in his eyes every time: sorry, forgive me, and in his hands every time it still has the will, of falling back, to cling to him again.

Frost in his lungs with each breath, the pulse deaf joints with every step on the sidewalk, holding up the pace of its distance.

There is a profile behind a window, a man who stares at him, while driving along a street flanked by elegant middle class houses. The figure burdened by too many pounds is confused in the gray morning. The cigarette between his fingers manifests itself in fleeting glints of orange. James stares cheeky, a wry smile on his face in vain, as it passes in front of the house, ignoring the pain in your tired feet from the asphalt and the veil that wet wet eyes.

A Life of miles before it was in love with Teddy. It is concerned that not enough never to return.

Finish.

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Small renewed lj. From the bottom of my graphics capabilities and following 200 tutorial -.- "All
minimal, but the color I like ♥

Cube Runner Level Packs

at last I started to feel creative again!

And I need a new icon for my sewing projects lol Caillean, do you hear me? XD
Ok, here my last little purses, I made them for some friends I met last Sunday in Milan.
It was a beautiful sunny day and the girls were all amazing.

Mi sto nuovamente sentendo creativa e ho bisogno a new icon for my sewing projects Caillean lol you heard? XD
Ok, these are a series of carrier purses that I made for some friends I met in Milan on Sunday.
E 'was a beautiful day, with lots of sunshine and the girls are all wonderful.

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A Wizard's Guide to Pocket Dwelling - by hollycomb

Title: A Wizard's Pocket Guide to Dwelling 4 / 4 (Magical Guide to Breaks Tasca)
Author: hollycomb
Translator: nefene
Beta : Fuffy
Rilettrice : Maryweather
To link, warning, notes, and so on, refer to Part 1

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Get started drinking. There is a bottle of firewhiskey almost full, and half a bottle of gin. Albus has recently repurchased them. Starts with gin, drink a glass with one ice cube that floats. The taste is similar to something that's Elves laverebbero the bathrooms, but that's not the point. He pours another.

The reason Albus never been drunk is not the dark and only being able to prevent Albus drowning in alcohol completely stop him from joining him. He understands the desire to obscure his mind for a while ', to put it to rest. The glass in one hand, walking around the apartment, laughing at himself with weird lines choking, forgetting for a moment not to be smaller and am looking at green or destroy someone else's life. He begins to pour gin over the counter when I fill the glass and the rest of the bottle in a short time ends. He feels that if it sits immediately vomit soon, but even if he does continue to move the room around him. She takes his face in his hands, he remembers the thought of two boys smiling, Albus who fiddles with the zipper of his jacket, trying to smile, the door closed behind him. Teddy in ceremonial dress, flattered that a sixteen year old wants to hold him in the worst days of his life.

And is sobbing like an idiot. Can not remember the last time I cried, of course you're never fooled into thinking you have some right to cry for Albus. Except this time there is left next, after the kiss in Hogsmeade, when Albus had told Roger Krump.

The sound of a slamming door wakes him up. Jump off the couch expecting to find the thugs sent by James Potter to break into the apartment. But it is only Albus, standing in the doorway as if he did not know how he got there.

" What are you doing home?" Scorpius asked half asleep and confused, looking like a dream.

" Excuse the intrusion, but Actually I think I live here, "Albus replication. She throws dirty look and goes into the kitchen, stopping as soon as he sees the bottles of liquor on the counter.

" I got a bit 'of your gin," said Scorpius, mumbling with great difficulty. "I will repay."

" A bit '?" Albus holds the bottle upside down and smiles when only a drop comes out to fall on the kitchen floor. "Look, you're completely gone." Welcomed in a ridiculous situation and Scorpius is convinced to know why. It's a nice change of role. He smiled broadly, happy to be happy that Albus.

" Come here," said Scorpius, and gets up a bit 'fatigue, stretching his arms. Albus rushes toward him faster than he expected, the clings as there was a storm and you risk being dragged away by the wind.

" I had an argument with Teddy," he murmurs against the shoulder of Scorpius. We buried at the bottom of the face, sighs loudly.

" Really?" Scorpius is so proud to have discussed, that is gone out of there. The cradle floor, face pressed against his temple, can not believe in the miracle that is his presence.

" Why did you drink?" Albus asked, pulling back a little to look into his face.

" I do not you ever wonder," he replies, and one seems upset for a moment.

" Fair enough."

" do not ask you anything," Scorpius whispered, speaking in his mouth, kissing him already, because now there is Albus , and he can not help it. The taste of Albus is a kind of intoxicating poison, strong contact.

Albus sighs and pulls back, as if to say something. Scorpius fears it may be, so she kisses him again, and let him Albus, of course, yes, opens her mouth and starts to push Scorpius to lie on the couch. But he does not want, just move back up to find themselves groping in the room of Albus, takes them both to fall on the bed.

They strip off as if they had a limit of time, Scorpius is afraid of losing the moment, Albus supports him, as always. Albus Scorpius takes in the mouth as soon as he kicked off his underwear, and the shape of his penis, the solid weight against his tongue, he is hardly familiar.

" God, Scorpius," his voice seems to cry for and Scorpius is never was sure to be good, hopefully that Albus is sincere, how the hell can you tell if you?, even sober. Albus passes a hand through his hair, it emits a low groan, and goes a little into his mouth, placing one foot on the floor to Scorpius.

It clings to the ears of when Scorpius, which is almost enough to make it laugh, but swallows every drop without bending into a smile. Albus is dropped in her lap as if he had been shot, kisses him strong enough to drop it on the bed. Scorpius is liquefied and felt free, no longer himself, not plus a damn animal, no longer in the pocket of Albus or hardly in the same room. It's beautiful, it is necessary, and is the only way anything can happen, without consequences, as has always wanted.

" Let me massage your back," he says. Albus sits down, his mouth swollen and glossy, and her bright eyes will darken.

" What?"

" Want a massage?" Scorpius asks. She smiles sweetly. You can cancel itself makes it all pretty sleazy and perverse, but instead will be kind, will be better.

" Ok." Smooths lips in a slow smile. He stands up to him and then lies down on his stomach, glancing over his shoulder. Reaches out to weave that of Scorpius on all fours when they approached to sit on his butt.

" I'm so glad I found you at home," she says while Scorpius begins his neck, moving your thumbs in tight circles just like Teddy did.

" Me too," he says, even if you do not want to think about where it is, does not want think . Albus is so hot between my legs, and when his eyes are closed, when the exhaled breath as if he had held for years, it's just Albus Scorpius want, just any night, that has nothing to do with the ten years that he wanted everything, eight spent living together but in separate bedrooms, five in that apartment, three times in Albus without it had some value.

Move your hands down, pausing at points that Albus seemed to prefer to him that when he was Teddy. Press hard with your knuckles. Albus almost screams, curses, and then laughs.

" It's beautiful," he says. "But is' be careful."

Scorpius was just drunk half a bottle of gin, and is becoming increasingly clear that at this moment is not able to be careful. Some distant alarm goes off in his mind, but he did not want to think, and returns his attention to the skin of Albus, wet with sweat against his legs.

Albus turns and stretches forward towards him, uttering moans muffled against his neck. Grinding hips awkwardly like two teenagers and Scorpius felt his mind like water in a bucket swinging it clumsily delivered. Still wearing the pants, and the flashes of lucidity understood when Albus reach out your hand down to take off: the color of those sheets, he masturbates dismally over them, and what he overheard Muggle in that hotel. Zoom out to force those thoughts from his mind, he kneels and see Albus slid between her legs and place his mouth on his penis covered by sheets, as if even that could not wait half a second is necessary to remove it.

" You know what I remember?" Albus asked suddenly, looking up at him.

" What?" Scorpius Albus fears that the answer relates to someone else who does what.

" This time, on Christmas morning." Albus looks radiant. "Remember?"

" course I remember." It was the second time they had sex, almost six years earlier. Both had reached the point of hating the Christmas holidays, the requirement to attend family events and sentimentality - the Muggles who had introduced into the magical culture should keep him for themselves. It was almost seven in the morning. Albus had appeared at the door of her room and Scorpius had pulled back the blankets without saying a word.

" You have the same smell, "said Albus. Pat with just the tip of your tongue penis Scorpius, aimed against the white cotton is becoming translucent and the liquid preorgasmico is forming a patch at the point where Albus ran his tongue.

" What I smell?" She asks, determined not to surrender to the sweetness and pampering, like the second time they made love - indeed, sex. Not be able to recover from that again.

" I do not know." Albus stretches towards their pants on the floor, find the rod and the tip against the seam of the panties of Scorpius. "You know - good," he says before uttering the spell to open the seam, pulling cotton.

" This was a bit 'melodramatic," Scorpius says, throwing on the side that remains of his underwear.

" I feel melodramatic," Albus replies. Scorpius takes between their lips, hands on his thighs, his fingers barely reach to touch her buttocks. Scorpius is drunk enough to languish in the heat of your mouth for a long time, until his legs began to tremble. Albus notices it and retracts slowly and smiles and lies down on the bed, again hard, waiting for instructions.

" Can I fuck you?" Scorpius is heard asking. Can not believe to be drunk right now, but maybe it's the only way for this to happen again. Albus laughs and is like a stab, and he pushes her to turn around without waiting for a real answer.

" Wait," Albus stopped him pulling back and turning to him. "I want to kiss Thee."

Scorpius left speechless. It shows up in a sitting position and let's Albus sit in his lap, arms hanging around his shoulders. Albus takes up the wand and casts a spell Lubricant, which is a bit dirty 'and is usually a last resort, but perhaps he left the jar with Teddy at the hotel. Albus makes a face and drop the excess oil on the carpet, then spread what is left on the penis of Scorpius.

" Hey," said Albus. Scorpius takes her chin in one hand, forcing him to meet his eyes.

" What?" Scorpius was afraid he might change his mind at any time. Maybe it's still sore from Teddy, or any other man. The thought makes him wince and look away.

Albus does not say anything, driving Scorpius inwardly at the angle a bit 'uncomfortable. Scorpius can not move, Albus locked on him and tilted back a little. Laying hands on the back of Albus and hugs as he begins to move, have irregular breathing.

" Come here," Albus exhale, bending forward with Scorpius still inside her, bending their bodies in a difficult position so you can kiss. Scorpius tries to go inside him and Albus pants into her mouth.

" Does it hurt?" Asked Scorpius, and it is as if he is no longer there, was not he who had just said those words, did those things. Albus moves away from him and watch his face for a moment, mouth open around the first syllable of a question.

" is a strange position," said Scorpius. "You want -"

" Yes," Albus replied, moving away from him gently, without turning. Knees and elbows on the bed, face pressed against the sheets. "He continues," urges when Scorpius hesitated. "Fuck me if that's what you do."

Scorpius recognize the phrase. Albus I told you before? Alcohol is such a buzz overwhelming that stifles a hint of growing awareness. Takes hold of the sides of Albus, his hands trembling. Albus seems to come from behind alienating, until no idea that Teddy is in fact the person there on the bed of Albus, where he heard them countless nights. Wait Albus emits sound that he knows well from those nights when it was forced to hear it, but Albus is silent, breathing hard against the mattress, clinging to which is held with your fingers.

Scorpius feel stupid and inexperienced when it comes, as always unprepared for after , despite his cautious assessment and the apparent indifference of Albus. He lets it fall onto the bed and watch Albus collapse on his stomach, his muscles quivering with fatigue of the position, the chin toward the edge of the mattress as if he were watching a TV the other side of the room.

" Hey," Scorpius whispered, reaching out a hand to support the palm on his buttocks. Albus retracts.

" I've followed."

" What? "In the end it was really caught in the act, in that bed.

Albus sits down, still without looking at him. Bring the legs over the edge of the mattress, let's attitude collapsed.

" Want a massage?" She asks in a tone of harsh, growled over his shoulder, continuing to avoid looking at him directly. "Does it hurt? What are you - you were - I thought I saw you in my bag. But then I thought. "Ride, joy without a hiccup. "I thought maybe I just wanted you to be there. "

" want it to be-? "

" Why did you do this? "Albus getting dressed quickly, and Scorpius follows his example. That's not the kind of discussion that can be addressed to stand naked. "What kind of problem do you have?"

Scorpius is silent for a moment. That's the end of everything, so. You might as well be honest.

" I just wanted this one thing," he says. "And you've given me, but you have given to any other man looked at you more than once, whatever he wanted. I gave you so much. More than you can even imagine. And do not ask you anything. "

" It is right that you do not do it! "Albus screams furiously, and Scorpius sits on the bed, confused.

"What I do not - what do you mean? "

" What do I mean? What want , you? What you always wanted from me, Scorpius? Why are you still here? "

Albus wearing only boxer shorts and a shirt, only pants and Scorpius. Are the two halves of a whole is essential. But even relatives from their bodies, were never really together.

" know why I'm here, "said Scorpius.

" No! I do not really know. "

" Do not lie! "Now Scorpius is standing, he thinks that there could be spells or fists before everything runs out. "There is no way that you do not know that I love you, Albus."

" I know you love me, I'm not so fucking stupid. Solo - "You stop, you pass a hand through his hair. It's been so long since cut them, reflects Scorpius absently, trying to become estranged from what is happening. That might be the last conversation they'll get. The will live forever in his mind, and already it feels as if years had passed, felt terribly right now the lack of Albus, in advance.

" just do not know how well we do," said Albus. "And I do not understand why, cock do not understand why you you can not - simply - "

" Because, "Scorpius stops him before he says flatly. "Because they can not fix."

Albus sat on the bed, does not look at his face. It is so obviously broken, that Scorpius does not know how I can keep from rushing beside him, murmuring reassurances. But they seem to be in different rooms, looking at each other over a glass.

" It's what we were saying to my father, "said Albus. "'We can not fix it. We can not make the world more interesting without a villain to defeat. We can not take away the nightmares. We must leave that to solve the problems alone. Must want to get better '. We left to sit in his office for days. Pretended to believe his smiles. "

" Albus, please. I'm sorry, really. I do not know what you want me to do. "

" do not know? "Albus turned and raises look at him, her face blanched with astonishment. "How - how - how could you not know?"

" Why do you behave in an impossible since we have seventeen years," Scorpius says, his voice much higher what he meant. "It's as if I had decided to spend your life trying to make me mad! God, why the heck you kissed me then? "

Two long seconds go by in silence. Albus Scorpius is going to accuse of can not even remember what he's talking about.

" Because I was in love with you." His voice is something small and innocent, and Scorpius feel horrible, then just confused.

" Inn-but ... So why do you - with Roger Krump -? "

" Roger Krump I told you why - I do not know. I was seventeen and I was stupid. I did a lot of things. I wanted - I wanted to you forgive me, or at least get mad. But you just put you to laugh as if it mattered. You already considered me as did everyone else. "

" You asked me if I wanted a test, if I wanted to watch - "

" I did not want I told you so! "Albus back on their feet screaming. Scorpius seems to be so destroyed that it expects to be arrested one day as an accomplice in a conspiracy to destroy him. Investigators recreate the scene in the bedroom, retain samples of hair, and will know. Why is undoubtedly a serious crime. Ten years. He thanked every deity he knows of no longer being drunk. It would be unforgivable not to have her head to face that question.

" I thought I would have hated if I had tried to stop," he says. Albus seems about to fall. Not sure if he trusts himself enough to even try to take it, touch it again.

" I think I hate you now because you did not," Albus says, and then falls, it falls to the bed.

Scorpius comes up to him, grabs his arms before I hit the sheets. Drags him to the other side of the room and keeps it pressed against the wall beside the door. Albus makes a sound of silent protest, greenhouse eyelids as if he feared that Scorpius is going to kill him.

" Want to know what I wanted to tell you all these years, then? Since by now you hate me already? What I wanted to put you in the face since I was sixteen? "

Albus does not respond, take eyes shut, swallowing noisily.

" I want you to not look at anyone but me. I mean not only lovers. Every time you pay attention to someone else, I can not stand it. I want you to not smile, do not touch, no purpose no one except me. I want you to not laugh at jokes of others who do not eat their food, which does not exchange comments about the weather. I lost my head for you ages ago. I came here and I've built my life around you without this made sense, I have not asked anything in return, but now I'm wondering, I'm telling you, you are mine, and kill anyone who approaches you , you hurt anyone, anyone I think I can want what you want me. "

Albus raises from the floor, and it is difficult, because the whole body is crying without tears, but only trembling, and is almost a pain wonderful. Albus is holding back her tears, kisses and Scorpius strongly while the other pressed against the wall, fasten your legs around his back. A Scorpius seems that he had never done before, nor Albus nor with anyone else, and it is true, he did not, is something new. Have finally stripped each other, and there is tremor in their lips. There is nothing more than the certainty, that descends on them like a rain.

Their breaths crashing into each other, eyes connected. Albus Scorpius is still taking in a violent close. He does not know how to move forward after that. So much depends on what happens now.

" do not think I want to continue living in London." Albus says, timid, as if the same trusting another secret. Two minutes before the Scorpius would take for a farewell.

" Ok," he says. "Me neither."

There is a charge of nervous energy that fills the room and makes them consider the idea of leaving immediately, but less than ten minutes later with Scorpius is puking bowed head in the toilet, so travel plans are delayed. Albus sits behind him, trying not to laugh, but can not help but point out how the tables have changed.

"Fuck you, Potter," Scorpius says, wiping his forehead.

" Come here." Albus finished when he pulls up and helps him stand. They go into the room of Scorpius, where the bed is clean and fresh. Albus watches him lie down, moaning with small moans as her stomach continued to bubble.

" not drink no more gin," murmurs absently. Albus sits next to him and dabs his forehead with a wet rag.

" Me neither," he says. Scorpius raised his eyelids a little surprised. Albus smiled. "Only firewhiskey d'ora in poi.”

La bottiglia di firewhiskey è una delle poche cose che portano via quando se ne vanno, lasciando dietro di loro tutto il resto, come fossero artefatti maledetti. Uscendo dalla città si fermano a casa di Ginny e Scorpius supera la porta nella sua forma umana per la prima volta da anni. Lei li abbraccia entrambi, ancora in vestaglia da notte alle dieci del mattino di lunedì, e mette un assegno nel palmo di Albus prima che questi possa anche solo chiedere. Tiene il suo viso tra le mani per molto tempo prima che lui vada via, poi sorride e lo lascia andare. Non c'è dubbio che sappia che non tornerà ever.

Muggle take a boat across the Atlantic Ocean without a real destination in mind. For two weeks they spend their nights entangled with one another in a small cabin, whispering in the darkness as if they could be caught by a prefect. Albus Scorpius want within themselves all the time, interrupted their conversation to ask. In the afternoon stroll on the deck, leaning on the railing and clinging to warm up and throwing in secret spells on heating mantles. Albus is beautiful, her cheeks flushed, but Scorpius burns easily and have dinner later Albus has to rub a bit 'Potion of Soothing the skin of the nose.

Scorpius writes to their parents when they establish themselves in southern Maine, the small town of Kittery, mostly populated by wizards since the nineteenth century. They use the money they gave to Ginny Albus to buy a dilapidated old house on two floors, close to the coast, flooded vegetation. The system with the magic Albus Scorpius while seeking employment. Become a research assistant to a witch who is studying Japanese sirens North America, and spends most of his afternoons sitting on the beaches, surrounded by scales and other specimens in the bottle that the sirens have lost, draw sketches for the book the witch is writing. The latter states that he has talent, and he did not think so, but appreciates the encouragement.

Lily goes to visit them during the winter break. Albus mocks the pride that shows the house, says he has turned in their grandmother.

" not true!" Albus replies. "It's Scorpius cooking."

Albus and Scorpius too drunk to give him is between this and join him. Albus Scorpius takes too seriously what he said in a moment of passion and in a state of semi-drunkenness, and remains on the sidelines and in the community than in the Muggle magic, so that will not even go to an appointment with four the head of Scorpius and its husband. One afternoon Scorpius puts him up against the wall while in his garden and says he can stop behaving like an inmate at any time want.

" Nah," said Albus. "I've had enough."

" What? "

" of persons. "

" Fantastic, and what I am? "

Albus looks at him, has a stain that soiled his cheek, he grinned.

" A reptile that I picked up at Hogwarts. I kissed him, turning him into a prince. Do you know the rest. "

During the summer it rains for weeks below. Albus Scorpius forced to listen to at least one game of Quidditch every night, drinking beer after beer and angry about the mistakes of the referee. When the game ends, Scorpius slip out on the porch watching the rain, under which the ocean rocks indifferent. Albus reached after the post-game comments, crouches on the blue upholstered chair holding onto the porch and relies on him, holding it against his chest.

" Do you think I would have died if not for you?" Scorpius asked him one night, when both are close to doze off, the rain patters against the roof with a steady rate.

"If it were not for me? "Albus laughed at the idea.

" Because I think it could be."

Albus sniffles in quiet appreciation, turns to lay a kiss on the cheek of Scorpius.

" So I guess I fulfilled my duty as a potter. Save someone. "

" guess so."

Scorpius now becomes only rarely, sometimes feel nostalgia for the quick scamper that his Animagus form allows him, but the most often lacks for being carried around in the pocket of Albus. Can achieve when they want, enclose it in her arms when she wakes to a nightmare, when you make fun of the idiot. It is almost like being in the dark and hidden, a secret heart beating next to that of Albus in his shirt, but it is better to live outside the safety of Albus clothes, where it can look him straight in the eye, tell him what he is thinking without just want to do that, and know in every room of their house that Albus wants him there, he always wanted, and never stopped.

Finish.

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A Wizard's Guide to Pocket Dwelling - by hollycomb

Title: A Wizard's Pocket Guide to Dwelling 3 / 4 (Magical Guide to Staying in pocket)
Author: hollycomb
Translator: nefene
Beta : Fuffy
Rilettrice : Maryweather
To link, warning, notes, and so on, refer to Part 1


[Part 1] [Part 2]

Scorpius goes to bed, but can not sleep, and did not seem right to masturbate. Somehow now it feels as if he were what is observed, and perhaps it is the fault of sexual frustration, but with the passing of night becomes increasingly angry with Albus for the way he reacted. If he did not want to go with him because he has accepted? If you have changed your mind once you are there, because he has not given up the occasional fuck? Certainly would have been able to agree on a moment to postpone to another time, without Scorpius in tow. Why should it bother him, though Scorpius okay? He never asked for anything to Albus. Over the past ten years has done anything for him - when he finished wiping his forehead to vomit after a night of self-destruction, be sure to eat regularly, refrain from expressing a negative comment on his relationship with Teddy. What are you doing there again if it can not obtain anything?

Scorpius The next morning he wakes up early and prepare a toast, nervously staring at the bedroom door to Albus. When he finally hears the commotion coming from inside is almost noon, and spent the whole morning on the sofa, reading from cover to the Daily Prophet. When Albus emerges from his room is already fully dressed, unusually on a Saturday morning, and heads towards the kitchen without even cast a glance at Scorpius.

" Your brother is in the paper today," he begins Albus while fixing the empty interior of the refrigerator.

" As always."

" Do you want me to read it?" Offers Scorpius, returning to the article on James' participation in a conference in Suffolk. Apparently he made a speech particularly inspired.

" I try not to think at all to him, thanks," replied Albus. It collects water from the tap in palms of hands and drinks it, standing with his face on the sink.

" You took some effort for today?" Asked Scorpius.

" Yes, actually." Albus finally laying eyes on him. "Is that okay?"

" Look, man -"

" I gotta go," Albus interrupts him, hurrying to the door. "I already late. "

Furious with him, because he thinks he has the right to behave in that way, Scorpius angrily slams the newspaper. Walk up and down the room for a moment, then quit to follow him, uncertain how it could be justified if the other one would notice him. He hears the door slamming in the hall and ran down the stairs to the first floor, reaching the entrance of the building in time to see Albus cross the street.

Scorpius follows him as he enters the city as they approach the Leaky Cauldron, is expected to place in Diagon Alley, but the other moves forward, heading towards the River. Cross the bridge that leads to the Ferris wheel, where the tourists if they are Muggles lined up with their children. Scorpius hesitant, cautious, considering the possibility of transforming, but it could be dangerous to the nearby river, where seabirds soar. It is not certain that they eat lizards, but there is always the threat of the hawks and it's pretty crowded on Saturday afternoon for him to risk being trampled.

Albus buy an ice cream stick and sits on a bench near the river, keep families Muggle taking pictures, posing with Big Ben behind them. Scorpius expected to reach a potion of black market drug dealer or someone who appears for an appointment, but Albus gets up without seeing and wanders aimlessly along the pier. Scorpius asks for what it was late, then realized that was a lie, he just wanted to get away from him. This awareness, and the crowd thins out as they move away from Albus London Eye, the door to almost turn around and go back, crestfallen and ashamed, but when Albus approaches a group of teenagers who are Muggles skateboard under an overpass behind a trash can, and notes.

The makeshift skateboard arena is covered with graffiti, and there are at least ten Muggles who travel in a zig zag, wheels that slide easily to the top of the trampoline and collide with the concrete with a violent snap. Albus held his hands in his pockets and fixes them. Scorpius is expected to seek eye contact with one of them, the trailers, it fits in a dark corner and into his pants. But if he just sits there, like a guy who does not know how to make friends.

Lunch at a pub near Waterloo station. Scorpius is watching from the outside, the pub has huge windows overlooking a semi-obscured view of the river and Westminister in the distance. Albus eating a sandwich, drinks two pints, flirts with the waitress. Scorpius began to feel incredibly guilty, and then only deceived. His stomach is complaining loudly. They were to spend the day together. He had taken it for granted that every time Albus had left the apartment for the company of someone who could give him something that Scorpius could not. Is not surprised by the fact that Albus wants to spend their day among the Muggles, who do not recognize it and do not start crying for the death of his father, but had never thought that Albus would be alone with your thoughts. It is, actually, quite a dangerous pastime for him.

After eating, Albus took the subway to return to Leicester. Scorpius must be transformed so as to overcome the turnstile on the sly, not with her Muggle money to buy a ticket. Back when the human is on the train, hiding in the back of the cab. It is unlikely that Albus sees it, the train is full and Albus is dozing against the window. It is more concerned that someone may have seen him as he turned, but no one seems to address more than a glance.

Albus down to King's Cross and drag between the people like a sleepwalker, ignoring the insults shouted after business when it hits their shoulders. He stops at a kiosk for coffee and smiles for the first time all day. A blond boy wearing a green apron leans his head from the window of the shack and smiled.

Scorpius can not hear their conversation, but does not need it. The boy rests his elbows on the counter, which Albus holds the edge with both hands, laughing about something that the other is saying. Scorpius comes dangerously close, the pounding of his heart is a warning that is lost in the din the crowd. He pretends to read a magazine in the kiosk next to the one in which it was formed Albus.

" Can you pinched some food for me?" Is asking for Albus. Scorpius quell'inflessione not hear in his voice a bit ', maybe always. He is speaking softly to the boy, who has thin arms and a rash that looks like a confession of guilt. Do not you feel falsehoods in his tone, but Albus is good at this sort of thing.

" What you doin '?" Asks another. "Coffee? A macchiato? "

" What the heck is a macchiato? "

" Do you prepare one. You'll enjoy it. "

Albus smiled, watching him work. Behind him the line is formed. Scorpius know they should leave. But when he does is just to follow the boy and Albus, which pellets the apron in her hands.

leaving the station and start walking towards the British Library. Albus sits on a step in the courtyard and drinks latte, the guy next to him, laughing too. It can not be over eighteen, have an awful accent, and is definitely a Muggle. Scorpius crouches behind the base of a statue, some rational part of himself that you're giving up, ready to leave. He was beginning to raise their hopes, as she watched Albus drag for the city, only among the Muggles. When these and the boy away from the courtyard, near the shoulders, knows he should not follow them. But changes without really thinking about it and how fast lizard moves along the sidewalk, tracing their steps.

The boy lives in a building where more squalid than Albus brought him the night before. Of dogs barking from behind the doors, while Scorpius rises quickly up a flight of dark stairs to reach the apartment where he had seen them disappear. Pray that the bottom of the door there is a slit that compels him to squeeze too much and is happy to discover that the more fat rat in London could easily slip under it.

Albus Inside the apartment is already kissing the boy, panting strong, trembling as if he were to have just one swallowed a cup of coffee. Scorpius is hiding behind a cardboard box full of CDs, peering from one side.

" My roommate will be back in an hour," says the boy Albus while unbuttoning his shirt with studied care.

" Would you expect it?" Asked Albus.

" wait? I - "The boy's eyes open wide when he realizes what he is proposing Albus. They laughed, and pulled closer.

" Just kidding," he says. "You're the only one I want," he added in a whisper, and now Scorpius knows. That is all a farce.

" Colin," gasped the boy kisses his neck while Albus and Scorpius expected to be offended, until he realizes that is what is the name he said he had. Maybe it was the name usually used when it is among the Muggles. I'm leaning against the back of a worn-out sofa, the seat of the boy perched precariously on the pillows. When Albus's sliding a hand between her legs, the boy gasps and moves away with a start, only to slide down on the couch. Albus laughs, leans over and looks down at him.

" I've ever done," says the boy.

" do not need to tell you." Albus revolves around the couch to lie down on him. Scorpius can only see their feet dangling over the edge and ran across the floor in search of a better view, hoping that the boy has a cat.

Albus also has its hand in khaki work pants of the boy, and this is tightening the elbow, as if he could not decide if he wants to move it away from him or not. Baciagli face, would suggest Scorpius. The boy is handsome, stupid, scared. Reminds him of someone.

" I feel awfully strange," Albus says, laughing against the neck of the other. "What you put in coffee?"

" Colin," whispers the boy, and for a moment Albus forget to look up. It should not be a name that is usually used. "I -" mutters. Albus pushes back, and slips between her legs. "You can tell me if it's not good," he says, the words barely audible. Unbuttoning the pants Albus, pressed his palm against him with curiosity, his face red, before lowering the zipper. Albus, puts a hand on his shoulder, and the other on his neck.

" Just do not hit me," he murmurs. He's smiling, but it could be serious.

"I would not do ever! "

" I know, "Albus replied, stroking his hair.

Scorpius can tolerate their jealousy only wishing that Teddy would see this. Albus emits cries of encouragement while the other sucks, and weaves a hand to her hair. Never lowers his eyes, not stop watching.

" Okay?" Exhales the boy, raising his eyes on him. Albus nodded languidly, sticks a finger between her lips, sucking him too.

Use the lubricant on the boy to Long Duration of Mr. Malkin and Scorpius smiles to see the familiar elongated bottle - was hidden with her in many pockets - and the general stupidity of Albus , which uses a potion on a Muggle. Not that the boy is able to distinguish the ceiling from the floor once Albus slipped inside him. Moans come from her lips uneven, and says he likes, holding tight to Albus.

" say you're mine," manages to mutter Albus before coming. Her teeth are clenched with the effort not to push hard in that opening a virgin, her thighs trembling as the other envelop her conscience.

" 'm yours, I'm yours." The boy kissed him between sobs dry. It does not say seriously. Albus seems exhausted when it ends, for something deeper than the effort. He puts his head on his chest and the other backs off from his body. The boy sighs of relief and wipes the sweat pearls on her upper lip.

" Jesus," says the ceiling.

" Why do you always call him after sex?" Albus murmured.

" you? Who do you? "

" Nothing. "Albus got up, glissando on what he just said. "Everything okay?"

" Yes," he says. "You'd better go. My roommate, "

" Yeah, right, your roommate, "Albus interrupts him. Scorpius is hiding under the couch in a hurry, certainly for a moment that Albus know he is there. The apocalyptic scenario is under the sofa - there are cats of powder of a size to make him feel microscopic and dead cockroaches lying on his back.

" Thank you," says the boy. "It was intense." Chuckles stupidly, as he was in the yard, this time with a look a little 'unhappy.

" Yeah. Thanks for the coffee. "

Albus and Scorpius is out the door hear a guy go to the kitchen, then the sound of a beer uncorked. Perhaps it is not so young, could have their twenties. Scorpius has the feeling that he was somehow pointing to the portfolio of Albus, but does nothing incriminating when he is gone, simply turn on the TV while he ran across the floor and out into the corridor. It becomes, a child cries somewhere on that floor. Returning human being, a feeling of claustrophobia oppress him, dematerialized and without checking if anyone can see it disappear in midair.

Albus already foolishly hopes to find the apartment. It is empty. Scorpius is hungry, he should go down to the shop run by a witch who prepares the Bolivian meatballs incredibly good, but the joy of having a penis to be tightened again after a whole afternoon in his Animagus form sends him right in his room bedroom. Leave the door open to challenge, or suicidal.

In his usual position - on his back, legs, knees slightly raised, his pants still around his ankles because he loves the feeling of being tied up - he realizes that is not working. He has too many thoughts, just like the three times it was with Albus. He can not really let go, too many things have happened. Part of his mind is left with Albus, who wanders through the city, maybe you're already fucking someone else at that time, another face clean Muggle or a mysterious older man will say "Potter" as if it were a curse, while Albus sliding his tongue the length of his erection.

the solution is clear only because of the open door. Over the holiday can also see that the entrance of the room is open to Albus.

Once Albus d room, closes the door. The mere fact of being there confused his perceptions, lifting it up and makes it sink in more depth at the same time. Is dropped on the tangle that is the bed. Albus never does it again and it is not hot, just because it's summer. On his knees, burying his face in Scorpius pillow, breathing deeply and moaning, he begins to take pleasure in being pathetic. What else is left? Imagine that Albus suddenly come home, which is disappearing in the middle of the room and see him as he saw it, sitting in air, legs apart, and the penis that hangs heavy between them. Albus would just pack up, but Scorpius pretends that it does not, it raises a little to stimulate the legs, imagine that Albus take him without warning, going strong in him. Is suffocating in its smell, the warm scent of her shoulders and acid substrate of sex that covers those sheets unwashed.

" Fuck me," allows himself to speak, the words muffled by the pillow. "Oh, God, Albus. Forte . "

But even this works, so it begins to imagine Teddy and Albus in the same bed, trying not to scream Albus because her roommate is sleeping, Teddy with his smugly emitting low moans of the throat and holding a hand on her shoulder, pulling him back because you never hear deep enough in the hot, close, docile bitch. Albus is strong on the sheets, notes semen fall on wet patches in blue cloth, like a confession.

The panic comes as soon as he finished, and for a moment you know that I can hear someone in the kitchen beyond. It cleans everything, puts the stick in his pants and heads for the door uncomfortable. Peers, and sees that the apartment is still empty. Seeks to recover the calm, breathe deeply, leans against the door. He turns for a last look to the room of Albus and ensure that the bed seems more authentically shabby. Imagine that Albus the spy, and hates himself for having done such a thing before, and hate even more the fact that you lost it, that Albus is out there somewhere to do things that he will never know anything.

would have to go to his parents' house for dinner, but erases the commitment, says he is sick. His mother will understand for sure that he's lying, but that night can not cope neither they nor their quiet sadness. He has enough problems of his own. He drinks a bit 'of Firewhiskey Albus, imagine it can be found in the taste, which pinches the burning lips. Three years have passed since the last time they kissed. They fell into a routine. They fell at the end, in a thousand pieces.

spends the night on the couch, wakes up with a headache and goes to the bathroom to find a potion. He hears the pop of a materialization beyond the door and somehow recognizes the sound it makes when Albus materializes. He memorized unconsciously. Frantic, as if he were about to be caught doing what he did the day before, the ghost of what still on his face, rushed into the bathroom and hides behind the shower curtain.

" Scorpius?" Albus calls him closer to his room. It feels ridiculous to hide no reason, but now can not get out. He feels that the drawers are opened, a zipper slide up something heavy. A suitcase? It becomes almost unconsciously into account, and scale the wall of the tank in a desperate attempt, her sharp nails by ticking the lizard with porcelain.

He moves cautiously towards the room of Albus and finds clothes that fills a small bag. Shame and the devastating terror: he must have seen him. Somehow he must have found out. If it is going away, forever.

Albus does not seem angry, just a little 'sad and tired. Sighs when he gets up. He goes to the table and opens a drawer, fishing the economic package of special oil in France is using Teddy. It's going somewhere with Teddy - Teddy is that is driving him away.

Albus When you move into the bathroom to take your toothbrush, Scorpius throws himself into his bag for the night, like a heavy door that closes quickly on his life. Slips to the end, upset by the anger he feels toward Teddy, Albus, himself. Consider the fact that they are not her business, reflects whether climbing in and out. Not occur to them that there might not be able to breathe Albus does not close until inside the hinge and hoist the bag over one shoulder.

While Albus runs out of the apartment and then down the road with a large bag, Scorpius crawls into the tangle of clothes and toiletries, feeling like a real animal, lost in the singular aim of finding a source air. Albus left corner of the zipper a little open and he settles down there, his body trembling animal to the reality of his entrapment, his human mind that is still trying to understand the implications of what he did.

" We've put little, "says Teddy. I'm in his car, a convertible with the hood down. Scorpius can not see far beyond the small slit in the bag, but he knows this car and know that Teddy does not travel via Floo use or when you see the materialization with Albus. Cute wives have found a way to track the magical journey of their husbands.

" There was no one home," Albus replication. Scorpius is not sure why he mentioned this reason, and regrets not having said hello and for the love of God , not having behaved like a normal person when Albus entered the apartment. He does not know what is taken, but that has distanced Albus in a way that has always feared something would happen to him uncontrollable.

" the weekend?" Teddy laughs. "Malfoy has really found something to do alone?"

" So it seems."

proceed along the road for a while ', in silence. Albus fiddles with the radio and ordered him to stop Teddy says he hates the music Muggle.

" What did you say to Clara?" Asked Albus.

" work commitments. A meeting that lasts all night. "

" on Sundays? A bit 'too much. "

" You do not need to believe, but I have to tell you something. "

" know who I am? "

" Relax, for heaven's sake. It is not imaginative enough to suspect you. Think this is a woman, I'm sure. "

" You know what would happen to me if someone found out. "

" I said I'm going to around to tell anyone? Albus Yes, I know your mom will cut off funds if you find out that you screwed by his adopted son. What can I say? If you take the risk, then not to. "

" is not money. "

" It is never about money, until someone takes them away yourself. & rdquo ;

Scorpius feels more perverse and excited to have sex when looking at Albus. So that's what you do with Teddy. So that's how.

not sure how much time they spend in the car before reaching the destination, it has a great sense of time when in his Animagus form. Albus reaches out to take his bag, and he makes sure to be hidden when it feels good lift from the back seat. From Teddy conversation with the doorman and the sound of the bell of the elevator, Scorpius claims that Teddy chose a Muggle hotel, as always. There is no possibility that he and Albus could get away with anonymity in a local magic.

" I'm going to take a shower," Albus said when they set foot in their room. Throw the bag, the clash with the floor shakes and confusing as Scorpius an earthquake. Teddy feels disinterested grunt and then the tinkle of some bottles, the suction cup of the door of a refrigerator. Up towards the small opening in the bag, wondering if it will be able to pass through. It could do, but not sure where he is Teddy and he will not find themselves crushed under his shoe, in the case were to be seen. Can only imagine the reaction of Albus, which emerges from the bathroom and finds a lizard green splattered on the carpet. For a moment he enjoys the idea that what it would feel a little 'guilty have gone, but it is becoming clear that it is not really gone away, but only to spend his nights with one of Teddy.

Perhaps my reaction was exaggerated , the thought is dry in his mind since he can not say it out loud. Would you laugh like a madman, would take at least remember the feeling to know what he's doing in his life. But the last time he felt must have been to Hogsmeade, when he was seventeen and Albus had dragged out from the Three Broomsticks and then into the woods nearby, the ice cracks that formed in the trees. Albus had said he had talk to him about something, and kissed him hard as soon as they found themselves a bit 'secluded. Trembles at the memory, wants to return human, feel the warmth of the skin, although it is nothing but his own.

" We go to dinner?" Albus asks when he returns from the shower.

" It's early."

" But I'm hungry."

" a drink. Relax! What's your problem today? "

" Nothing. "Still clink of bottles.

" Come here," says Teddy. "I'll massage your back."

Suddenly the zipper is opened. Scorpius is holed up in the bottom of the bag as fast as she could, terrified that Albus glimpse the last piece of his tail.

" What are you doing?" Teddy asks impatiently.

" I wanted to put her pants."

" Why? "

" I thought we were going to dinner "

" Albus is here . "

Bed springs creak. Scorpius is curled up inside the horse to those that, in fact, seem to be a pair of underpants.

" Seriously," says Teddy, the springs creak again. "What's the matter?"

" What do you care?" Albus murmured. "I do not see you on Monday." Emits a hissing sound. "It's' be careful," it warns. "Not so strong on his shoulders."

" I've never felt so tense," said Teddy. "What did you do? Worked? "Ride the idea.

" fucked other guys, to tell the truth."

Teddy chuckles derisively. "As if it were new to me. You know, people talk about you, Albus. You must be careful - you're still a celebrity. "

" Again, seriously? Well, yes that's a relief. As if I give a shit what people say. "

" Maybe you do not, but think of your mother. "

" Thinking my mother? You were thinking of her when I've discovered after the funeral? "

" We're back to this, then? "

" No - just - fuck. More down. Yes, there. Stronger - ah! "

Scorpius rises to the top of the bag. The hinge is open for half hour, and when it dares to look toward the bed, Albus and Teddy both have their faces turned towards him, Albus lying on his stomach, Teddy astride of him, sitting on his butt while the massaging his back. Squirts out of the bag under the other bed in the room. Peeking out from under his hideout, said the face of Albus, which is near the edge of the bed that he and Teddy are using. His eyes are closed, the expression decreased, while the other loosens the muscles. The verses that emits perfectly suspended between pain and pleasure, lead Scorpius to wonder if there would still be under that bed, if it turns. He wants to get a saw, but in that form can not even really excited.

" Tell me," Teddy said, drawing a path with his hands up to the bare bottom of Albus. "There were these other guys who have left you in pain?"

" From assume it's always me that for?"

" Please. "Teddy's lips are stretched into a smirk. "I know what you like."

Albus smiles against the covers, something small and secretive, and Scorpius would do if you could wink, referring both to the day before, the boy kiosk coffee. Teddy does not know anything. Albus Scorpius does not understand why not tell them.

" So they do it?" Asked Teddy. The separate legs, licks the tip of a finger, which are then teases him.

" Sometimes," Albus replied with a small voice, the words stuck in my throat. Scorpius asks whether it is another game. Has to be. He remembers a sixteen year old Albus, his face destroyed by the crying, all the dark rooms of the house, Teddy and that goes to him with a glass of warm milk. If only it had been there. They became friends after Harry's death, when Albus needed someone cynical enough to sit beside him in silence for long hours in the hallway of the most remote castle. If Harry Potter had not died, two of them probably would never have spoken.

"You are never evil? "Teddy asked in a whisper. He hopes that the answer is yes, the Scorpius can be seen on his face. Albus wants to hear it in his voice, but maybe he knows everything of Teddy, Scorpius knows more than you, and wants even more for this.

" hurt you, my poor little boy?" Teddy insists. He bent the phalanges in Albus now, with torches movement experts. "It hurts - here?" Inserted another finger without telling Albus gasped and winced and stiffens.

" Yes, "Albus said with a hoarse voice. "Yes, Teddy, is - it hurts"

" 're all angry and in pain, poor thing?"

" Yes - ah! - Please - "

" Tell me, tell me everything. "Albus Teddy pulls out his fingers and release the breath, rapidly flapping her eyelashes. "Come on," insists Teddy. Gets out of bed, crosses the other room and rummages in her bag until he finds the jar of lubricant.

" This type of Thursday," Albus began. "He told me I can be found near his home shortly before midnight. I had been with him and it was beautiful. I had no other programs. He brought this other guy with him, I had not spoken, and I tried to leave, but then did not want to see I was trying to leave, because I knew I did not have permission. So I just left. "

For a moment, Teddy seems genuinely upset, remains standing in the middle of the room, holding the lubricant with both hands.

" really happen?" She asks.

" is not important. I guess you were in bed with Clara, to hear the news. "

Teddy opens his mouth to reply, apologize for something, but then gives up and unscrew the lid of the jar.

" Poor thing, "he murmured, kneeling on the bed. He lubricates his fingers and inserted one, two, Albus, his actions are now more awkward. It is hard, and Scorpius is relieved to see that his penis is not so impressive.

" you have open for me?" Albus whispered behind his ear, and the cruelty inherent in his words so suddenly that ignites Scorpius begins to transform, and must focus on as possible to keep a lizard. Albus would hate him forever if it is discovered there and saw everything.

" have broadened my perfect hole and narrow?" Asked Teddy. Albus mutters something meaningless. There is a mini bottle of vodka on an empty table, shining light orange as the sun goes down. They left the curtains open. Must be a high floor. Scorpius is reeling from the effort to maintain its hidden form, forcing himself to look at the horrible picture on the wall.

" guess it was me to have done," says Teddy. "The first. God, you were heaven. Trembling and anxious and clinging to me like - "

" Fuck me if that's what you want to do, "exclaims Albus roughly, something hidden behind his words. "I've had enough of your damn fingers."

Teddy laughs, strokes his hair.

" This is my boy," he says. "It could never refuse a fuck."

When Albus raises the sit and prop up on elbows, Scorpius is hiding under the bed. Is going to feel bad and think that this could kill him if he is a lizard. Runs across the room, there's no way they see it, and slide under the crack in the door, he stumbles into the hallway carpet cheap and turns, falling on hands and knees. Dematerialize even before it had cleared his mind again, risk of splitting. But every single part of him so much want to return the apartment in London which arrives in one piece.

[Part 4]