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It's Complicated	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. The boys are all just so sexy I can't help playing with them a bit. I'll put them back when I'm done. In tact. ...probably.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-13
- 9
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- 11
Chapter
10

Charlie ran a calloused
hand down over his face as they stared at the front door of the
villa. It wasn't even dawn yet, and now that he was here he didn't
have the faintest idea what he was planning to do. And if his lack
of any semblance of a plan wasn't bad enough, he had a feeling that
Chinese food was a few days too old. It was rioting in his stomach.
Maybe he shouldn't have overdone it like that. He hadn't indulged
like that in months. “I feel like shite,” he said
suddenly.

“You're just
nervous,” George answered. He was a nervous wreck too.

“No, George, I
mean, I really feel like shite...I...ugh...be right back.” He
made a mad dash behind a patch of bushes to release the tangled mess
of crap and nerves from his stomach.

***

Percy heard something
crash outside the window and sat up abruptly. Seamus rolled over and
murmured a complaint.

“Too feckin'
early,” he grumbled.

“I know,”
Percy said quietly. “Go back to sleep. Bathroom.”

“Nngh-kay.”
Seamus buried his face back into the pillow as Percy grabbed his wand
and threw on a robe, heading out to investigate the strange noise.
“Probably just a cat, right?” he mumbled. “It's
usually a cat.” At least he hoped so as he padded out onto the
veranda and cast a quick lumos, making his way around the side of the
house until he saw someone framed by the moonlight at the front door.
“Who's there?” he called uncertainly, and nearly dropped
his wand when it caught on a flash of red hair and the shape of a
body he knew only too well. “George?!” he hissed. “What
the bloody hell are you doing here?!”

George
was on him almost instantly. He pulled Percy to his chest, overcome
by seeing him again at last. At last.
“I missed you,” he murmured, crushing their lips
together before Percy could voice any protests. Percy returned the
kiss, of course – he loved George far too much not to –
before saying, “impatient bastard. I would have been home in
three days.”

George
was already nuzzling into his throat, slipping the robe from his
shoulder. All that he could seem to get his mind around was that
Percy was here, in his arms. Finally. The fact that Charlie was in
the bushes retching or that Seamus was sleeping in the bedroom, only
feet away, didn't matter, they didn't even exist for George now.
“Three whole days,” he answered, slipping his hand into
the robe and running his fingers along Percy's chest. “Three
whole days that you'd be with him
instead of me.”
He grabbed Percy's nipple and twisted it hard enough to hurt.

Percy's
mouth fell open and he shuddered, his groin stirring to a quick
arousal as George dragged his nails down over his stomach and slipped
the tie of the robe open to nestle his fingers in the hair of his
brother's groin as he bit his throat. “Three whole days
without you, thinking about you coming here with someone other than
me, letting someone other than me see your beautiful, naked body.
Touch it...” He slid his fingers around Percy's prick, and
Percy couldn't stop himself from embracing the brother he loved far
more than he ought to.

“We talked about
this,” he answered breathlessly, but with the lust edging his
voice wasn't at all convincing.

“No.
You talked about it.”
He gave the hardened flesh a firm tug that caused Percy to yelp.
'You decided. And I
had to listen, and I had to agree because not agreeing could mean
losing you.” He slid his hand more gently over the flesh then,
nibbling at his brother's ear as he wanked him off.

Charlie had been about to
come out of the bushes, but when he heard Percy's moan decided he was
better off to stay right where he was.

“I hate it that
you're with him.”

“I can't just break
it off,” Percy breathed. “We've been together so long.”

“You were only
together in the first place because you're a kinky bastard who gets
off on taboo sex. He was a kid. You knew you shouldn't, so you
wanted to. Then you cheated on him with grody ol' Crouch, and when
that went bad, you let me have you.”

“George, I...”

“It's okay, Perce.
I know the first time was only your hormones. It was wrong, and I
wanted you so badly, and you let me because the fact it was so wrong
turns you on. That's why you shagged me the first few times, but
it's not why you're still shagging me now. Now, you love me just as
much as I love you, right?”

Percy groaned as George
sped up the pace on his prick and came with a soft shudder. “I
love you. Fuck, George, you know how much I love you.”

“That's
right. My lover. Your
heart is mine, not his.”

Percy panted as he gently
caressed George's face. “It's yours, George. All of it is
yours.” He arched into George's adoring kiss. “Love you
so much.”

“Then why the feck
are ye here with me?!”

Both
redheads startled and turned to the fuming Irishman. He heard voices
and got up to see what was going on, but when he turned the corner of
the veranda to find Percy in the middle of an orgasm, declaring his
love for his fucking brother his
firey temper flared instantly. All yours? Love you so much? Why the
hell was Percy here with him if he didn't have the slightest bit of
love for him? Seamus thought they were trying to rekindle a flame.
Seeing the way Percy so quickly climaxed for George drove home that
there was no flame. The flame had died long ago, if there was ever
anything there in the first place. He'd loved Percy once. So much!
Now he wondered if he was ever anything more to the prat than a cute,
young little arse – a novelty that he got tired of, but still
managed to keep on reserve for near a decade just so he didn't have
to be single.

“...why the feck
have I been beatin' my head against the wall tryin' to make you
happy, if all along you were just usin' me to cover up the fact yer
shagging...your...your...” He couldn't even say it. It was
gross. It would be like him shagging his stupid Cousin Fergus, only
even worse than that! And just using some guy to be with someone so
you can cover it up! “...and I...bloody hell, Perce! Am I
really so stupid ye don't give the least bit of a shite about how
this'd make me feel?”

“No! I! Seamus,
that's not. Of course I...!”

“No
ye don't! Ye don't, Perce. Not the least little bit. And I blew off
a really great guy who did
because I didn't want ta hurt ya. I told ya I din't mind if ye
shagged other guys, because I knew I couldn't give you what ya
needed, physically, but I thought ye at least still loved
me, at least enough to keep tryin', but you...”

He
looked at the way George still had his arms around Percy's barely
covered body, the way Percy didn't think to pull away from the
embrace. “How long has it been since you loved me, Perce? Did
ye ever?”

Percy
opened his mouth, ready with a string of denials that he couldn't
make himself utter because they were all lies. After a pause, he
looked away, back towards George's chest. “I don't know,”
he answered honestly. “I never stopped wanting
to love you, if that matters.”

It
didn't. It only made it worse. He'd wasted the bulk of his life on a
lie. He'd wracked his brain, wasted a ton of cash on sex toys for a
guy who didn't even love him. He'd hurt a great guy who shouldn't
love him, but did. He'd thrown away the one real relationship he had
for the one that was a lie and had always been
a lie. Some stupid sense of loyalty and devotion...and it had been
completely one-sided. He wanted to cry. But before crying, he just
felt this intense swell of stress and anger.

Percy yelped as suddenly
the hem of his robe caught aflame. He had to jump and scurry out of
it, and by the time he did, the bushes beside the veranda had lit up
too, the flowerbed was the next to go. Once it started, Seamus
couldn't control it. “Get the feck away from me,” he
snapped. “I never want to see your stupid, lying face again,
you...you fecking arsehole!”

George grabbed Percy
tightly and disapparated before the whole place went up, leaving
Charlie to fend for himself.

Charlie slapped out some
flames in the arse-end of his jeans before disapparating as well. He
wanted to support Seamus now – badly, but he wasn't suicidal.
He didn't think Seamus would understand why he was here in his
current temper, and it would flare back and hit him in the face.
More than even that though, it seemed like Seamus really needed to
rage it out, let loose, and come down from it on his own right now.
And when he was finished grieving the death of a nine-year long
relationship, then maybe he'd be willing to try with Charlie again.
Charlie promised himself he wouldn't take advantage of Seamus before
then. He'd let him have his time. He'd be a friend, just a friend,
until he was ready for something more than that.

That was as much as he
could think of it for today though, because that stomach virus he'd
lied and told his boss he had...ugh. He spent half the day asleep on
the couch and the other half with his head hanging over the toilet.
Karma's a bitch like that.

TO
BE CONTINUED...
- 9
- 10
- 11
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