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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

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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.