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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
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Epilogue:
Family

November 29^th

“Sure
you're ready for this?” Charlie asked.

Seamus tilted his head
and quirked a brow. “Ye've asked me that five times, Char –
since breakfast. And it's only 9:30.”

Charlie sighed, wrapping
his arms around his lover's midsection from behind. “Sorry,”
he murmured into the sandy hair. “But you haven't really given
me an answer.”

“I
don't know is
my answer,” Seamus replied, exasperated. He sighed softly and
turned so they were chest to chest. “But I love you, and your
family is part of who you are, so I'd better get the feck over it.
You just be ready with a nice cold, wet spell in case my temper gets
the better of me.”

Seamus hadn't laid eyes
on Percy or George in almost a year and a half, ever since that
fateful night on the veranda. No matter how much Charlie asked, his
answer wouldn't change. Most days, he didn't think about them at all,
but that didn't mean he thought everything was okay. He wouldn't know
that until he faced it. He was willing to face it though, for
Charlie. That didn't mean he wasn't nervous. His nervousness wasn't
just about Percy and George. There was also the fact that the last
time Seamus had been among the Weasley family he'd been dating a
different brother. Charlie had, respectfully, not mentioned their
relationship to his family. He was waiting until Seamus was ready.
Now Seamus sort of wished they'd had some clue because he really
didn't think this is what Viktor and Fleur had had in mind when they
proposed a surprise party. They'd all be pretty damn surprised,
alright. Seamus had lost sleep over the thought of how their mother
was going to react. “She's going to think I'm a slut...”
he muttered under his breath.

“Who's
that, now?” Charlie asked.

“Your
mam,” Seamus sulked. “The last time she saw me I showed
up at Christmas with Percy. Now I'm showing up at Bill's birthday
party with you. She's going to hate me.”

“She'll
love you,” Charlie assured. “As soon as she's finished
over-reacting. Maybe she won't recognize you. That was, what, two
years ago? Three?”

Seamus tried to think
about it but reluctantly admitted he wasn't sure either.

“Right,
anyway, it's been ages. You...”

“Am
still Irish, short, and look exactly the same?” Seamus pointed
out.

“Well,
yeah, I suppose there's that. You know you don't have to go if you
don't want to. I won't be mad.”

“Ye
never get mad,” Seamus made a face. “But I'm going. I
promised Viktor, din't I? He'll panic if he has ta bake the cake
himself.”

Charlie chuckled,
remembering the hopeless expression Viktor was wearing when he read
the directions Seamus had written down for him. 'How much is a
pinch? Vhat is a dash? Vhich vone is bigger? I do not think 'pinch'
and 'dash' are on the measuring cups in our house...'

Viktor could cook a meal
without any real trouble, but baking was a completely different
creature that he couldn't even begin to understand. Seamus, on the
other hand, could make a pie blindfolded, but ask him to cook noodles
that weren't half-hard and he had to sample half the pot before he
got it right. That was fine with Charlie – he loved pie.

Seamus sighed. “Come
on, let's go. He's probably staring helplessly at the eggs and flour
already.”

***

Charlie was quite content
to stand out front letting in the other guests before they could
knock while Seamus and Viktor made a mess of the kitchen. He didn't
know why they were worrying about being quiet. He remembered Bill
sleeping like the dead when they were kids, but it worked to his
advantage as he watched Percy and George, hands stuffed into their
pockets and just barely respectably apart, come down over the crest
of the hill. He moved forward to greet them.

It was still a pretty
tense atmosphere. They didn't know how to react to each other after
Charlie had beaten Percy to within an inch of his life. Even being
family and forgiving one another past indiscretions (and ignoring the
current one that involved his brothers shagging each other), didn't
mean they knew what to say to one another.

“Hey,”
Charlie said.

“Hey,”
Percy answered.

“So...I've
brought Seamus along.”

“Oh.
That's...going well for you?”

“Yeah.
Love him madly, so...”

“...so.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Right.
Bill's asleep. Vik and Shay are in the kitchen baking. Drinks are in
the living room. Ask Fleur or Kali – you remember Vik's kid
sis, right? - if you're thirsty. Try to keep it down. You know as
well as I do that Bill sleeps like the dead, but Vik's jumping out of
his skin every time someone breathes too loud.”

Percy and Charlie seemed
to be communicating on some sub-human level because no matter how
George went over that conversation in his head, he found that only
the part about drinks made any sense.

“What
was that about?” he asked Percy as they headed down towards the
house.

“Charlie
brought Seamus along,” Percy answered.

“Caught
that much, thanks.”

“He
wants me to help calm mum down when she flips out about it.”

“When
did he say that?” George asked.

“I
know you only have but the one ear, George, but that excuse will only
get you by for so long. He said it clear as day.”

“Uh,
no he didn't.”

“Of
course he did.”

“Perce,
seriously, he definitely didn't.”

“You're
the only one who didn't hear it, George. Honestly. I think I can
remember a conversation I had thirty seconds ago.”

“I
thought I could too, until my brothers started speaking in code.”

“You're
daft.”

“You're
a prat.”

They shared a secretive
smile that they both knew meant 'but I love you anyway' and headed
inside.

Charlie raked his fingers
through his hair. Good. One down. Now he just needed to keep his mum
from shitting a brick, make sure George didn't pick a fight, and keep
Seamus from setting anything on fire, and Bill's party should be
smooth sailing. '...compared to dragon-keeping, this stuff is
supposed to be easy, isn't it? So why do I feel like hatching a
horntail with my bare hands would be less painful than getting
through the afternoon?'

***

“Mum...you
look like you're about to blow...” Charlie said after a long,
intense silence.

Molly's jaw worked as she
watched Seamus staring at the kitchen counter, fiddling with the
apron he'd just taken off as the cake was now in the oven baking.

Viktor had politely
excused himself to see to the other guests – which really just
translated as 'I'll leave you alone – and cast a silencing
spell on the room behind me.'

Molly let out a deep
breath and opened the door, somehow managing a sweet smile. “Percy,
could you come in here for a moment, dear?”

Percy nodded dumbly and
got up. So, time to defuse the situation already, was it? He slipped
into the kitchen and silenced the room – a second time, not
realizing Viktor had already done it. “What is it, mum?”

That's when she blew.
“Wh-what is it?! He. You. And your brother!” she
sputtered, pointing at the three men in no particular order. “Just
how many of your brothers has this boy been sleeping with?!”

Seamus flushed. Yep. He
was right. She thought he was a slut. On the up side, seeing Percy
face to face didn't spark instant rage. That was promising.

Percy opened his mouth,
but Molly wasn't done. “And you! Charles Weasley I know
you've never been serious about a relationship in your life but
stealing your own brother's boyfriend is...!”

“Mum,
please calm down...” Charlie tried, but that only seemed to
make her explode a little more.

“Mum,
really, I'm fine with it,” Percy said. She stopped mid-tirade
and turned on him in blatant shock.

Percy looked down.
“Seamus and I aren't really compatible in the end, you see. We
stopped seeing each other two summers ago, right after that vacation
we took together. Things...had been bad between us for a long time.
It's a shame, I suppose, but some things just aren't meant to be.”
He spared her the details of how many times he cheated on Seamus, and
the villa going up in flames, and who he was actually meant to be
with, and how he really felt like a complete arsehole over the entire
thing. “Seamus and Charlie work together in Romania. If they've
hit it off, I've got no problem with them being together, so...”
He lifted his gaze and managed a defiant expression that was only a
little bit timid in the face of their mother's wrath. “So I
don't think you've got any reason to complain. These things happen
all the time. They both love animals and the outdoors, and they have
the same stupid sense of humor and can't take anything
seriously. I think they make a good match.”

Seamus gaped at Percy.
Had he actually just said all that? He was going to defend his
relationship with Charlie, even though in so many ways it had been
the straw that broke the thestral's back?

Molly's mouth worked. She
looked between her bespectacled son and her reckless dragon-keeper of
a son, with his arm around Seamus' shoulders, and eventually sighed.
“Honestly,” she said. “It must be a family curse.
Weasley men are always so dramatic about everything.”

Charlie decided not to
mention that they probably all learned it from her.

She huffed and flicked
her wand, dispelling the silencing spells about the room. “Well,
come on then. Viktor's gone to wake Bill. Such a sweet boy, that
Viktor.”

Seamus didn't think Mrs.
Weasley would ever be calling him a sweet boy, at least not
any time soon, but she hadn't thrown anything or outright called him
a whore, and he figured that was a decent place to start.

***

Bill yawned and scratched
the back of his head. Viktor had managed to get him at least
tolerably clothed--but that just meant jeans and a sweatshirt--and
miraculously out of bed before noon. "I don't see why I can't
sleep in on my own birthday," Bill complained from the
stairwell, scratching groggily behind his ear as he began to trudge
down the stairs. "I've been saying for years I'm more of a
brunch guy than a breakfast guy anyway." He pulled Viktor
against him, chest to chest, and kissed him deeply.

It was at that moment the
living room lit up and a little girl's voice asked "Mama, how
come papa is trying to swallow Uncle Viktor's tongue?"

Charlie barked out a
laugh, unable to contain it, as Bill turned, eyes widening at the
huge crowd in his living room, who only belatedly said surprise after
Victoire's declaration.

"Because your papa
loves your Uncle Viktor very much," Fleur said to the little
girl.

"Ooooohhhhh,"
Victoire said. "Like you and Papa Neville."

Charlie bit the inside of
his cheek to contain his mirth and then leaned over Seamus to
whisper. “Ah, awkward toddler questions. Another reason I'm
glad that I'm gay.” He loved his nieces, but the best thing
about them was that when all was said and done he got to give them
back.

“Not
one for kids, then?” Seamus asked.

“Other
people's kids are great, but as for me, I think I'm more the puppy
type, you?”

“Well,
that depends. Will this puppy grow into a big, shaggy, affectionate
dog that knocks you to the floor when you walk in after a long day of
work?” Seamus asked.

“Dunno.
Maybe?”

“In
that case, I'm all for a puppy,” Seamus answered. “A
fluffy sheepdog puppy, maybe?” he asked hopefully.

Charlie laughed warmly
and pulled Seamus against his side in a one-armed embrace, kissing
the crown of his head playfully. “The biggest, friendliest one
we can find.”

“Well...maybe
not so big that we can't lock him in the other room when we shag,”
Seamus whispered back, leaning into Charlie's chest.

“Not
big on exibitionism, hm?” Charlie teased.

“Or
broken ribs when he thinks we're playing and wants to join in the
fun,” Seamus replied, blushing when he noticed Bill's eyes on
them.

Charlie tilted his head
and smiled at his older brother. Bill quirked a brow, shrugged, and
turned back to the conversation he was having with their father.
Arthur was pointing at some corner of the ceiling and Bill explained
something. Their father's face lit up that way it always did when he
found something muggle-ish and therefore ingenious.

They sat cuddled in an
armchair for a while, just enjoying watching everyone, until Viktor
poked his head out of the kitchen with that same helpless 'oh my god
what do I do about the cake' look he'd been wearing periodically
since that morning.

“Ah,
duty calls,” Seamus said, giving Viktor a nod and getting up.

“I'll
help out too,” Charlie answered. “Vik's been running
around all morning. Let's give him a break, huh?”

In the kitchen, Viktor
had gotten the cake on the table, but was looking at the various
decorations as if they'd come from another planet.

Charlie playfully put his
hands on Viktor's shoulders and steered him towards the living room.

“Vhat...?”

“We'll
handle the cake. Go spend some time with my brother or he'll think
you've forgotten him,” Charlie joked.

“That
is not possible.” Forget Bill? Unheard of.

Seamus laughed. “Relax
a while, Viktor,” Seamus said. “I can take it from here.”

He nodded dumbly as he
was shoved forcibly from the room.

“Ah,
alone at last,” Charlie chuckled as he wrapped his arms around
Seamus' midsection and watched over his shoulder as his Irish lover
spelled the white frosting and swirly little flowers onto the cake.
“Hurry up so we can snog before he comes back,” he joked.

“Pervert,”
Seamus replied. “We can snog when we get home.”

“But
Shay, that's hours
away,”
Charlie whined, nipping at his love's ear.

Seamus slipped out of his
grip.

“Tease,”
Charlie griped.

“Put
some of that endless energy of yours to practical use and write Happy
Birthday on the top while I find the candles. How many should we put
on?”

“However
many it takes to spell Old Man,” Charlie joked as he carefully
levitated the red frosting onto the face of the cake. H-A-P-P-Y
B-I-R-T-H-D...

Seamus yelped as the mop
he'd transmogrified into a step ladder to get the candles (This damn
house was built for tall people!) suddenly wobbled and he fell
backward toward the kitchen table.

Charlie spun about and
caught him. “Careful,” he chided.

Seamus gave him a
sheepish smile and let out the breath he'd been holding, ready for
the impending crash that never came. “I guess I should have
just used a chair.”

“Or
just levitated the candles out, yeah,” Charlie teased.

“Well,
yeah, if I could see where they were...” Seamus sulked. “Or
maybe a spell to make me a bit taller...”

“Don't
you dare,” Charlie warned. “You're the perfect height.”

“For
falling off of kitchen furniture...”

“...and
into my arms,” Charlie added with his best romantic tone.

Seamus swooned a bit in
spite of himself and let Charlie lean down to claim his lips. Once he
had them, Seamus had no further complaints about snogging in other
people's houses and let Charlie sweep up his tongue, wrapping his
arms around those broad shoulders he loved so much as Charlie groped
his bum, the birthday cake completely forgotten. Charlie's lips
always made the world disappear. Seamus wondered if they always
would.

“Love
you,” Charlie murmured into the kiss.

“Love
yo more,” Seamus answered.

“Impossible,”
Charlie answered – the same conversation they always had while
snogging. Miraculously, it never seemed to get old. Nothing about
their relationship had gotten old but the melodrama. They were both
glad to be rid of that. It left them time for other, more
entertaining things – like chocolate syrup and nipple rings.

Just as Seamus was lacing
his fingers through Charlie's unruly hair, and Charlie was dragging
his tongue along Seamus' throat, the door opened.

Bill caught sight of them
and cleared his throat.

Seamus jumped back,
blushing brightly at being caught in the middle of something so
personal. "Oh er, I...this thing. Uh, Happy Birthday and all.
So, yeah, uh, I think I heard Ron calling just now, so...right then,”
he scurried out of the kitchen before he could embarrass himself
further.

Bill laughed. "Were
we ever like that?" he asked, pulling Viktor up against him as
Charlie fussed with his hair to make it look a bit more presentable,
lest their mother insist on cutting it again.

"You veren't,"
Viktor answered. "I do not think you ever even tried to fake
it."

"He's always been
that way. Not one bit of shy in Bill," Charlie laughed.

"So," Bill
said, changing the subject. "This 'real cutie' you mentioned was
Seamus? Think you'll survive the experience?"

Charlie shrugged. "Well,
you know, at this point I'm rather used to being set on fire, by
accident or otherwise," he laughed.

“So,
it's serious then,” Bill joked.

“We're
getting a dog,” Charlie answered as if that said it all. It did
say it all, Charlie thought. A dog wasn't something they could very
well split in two if things went badly. A dog was a commitment. A dog
meant he planned for things to stay just as they were for a very,
very long time. "But never mind that. It's been, what, four
years? Inquiring minds need to know: is the honeymoon over?"

Bill laughed and pulled
Viktor abruptly into a deep kiss that, in spite of his embarrassment,
Viktor couldn't help but melt into, curling his fingers into Bill's
long hair. Charlie smirked, amused at the way Viktor looked dazed
afterward. Seamus did that too – he'd get this distant,
confused look in his eyes and need a moment to let the world sift
back in. He would stand there with his lips kiss-swollen and slightly
open for a moment before realizing there was this whole world out
there that had nothing to do with snogging Charlie. He watched Bill
and Viktor, thinking about how he'd once been glad his love life
wasn't as complicated as theirs, but now wouldn't give up the
complications that got him Seamus for anything.

"Not even close,"
Bill replied, keeping Viktor pinned to his side and laying a light
kiss to one of his flushed cheeks. "Every night I go to sleep
thinking that I can't possibly love Vik any more than I already do,
and every morning I wake up and realize I was wrong."

"Bill!" Viktor
protested, the blush intensifying, but still unconsciously embracing
the red-head.

“Yeah,”
Charlie answered with a warm laugh. “I know exactly what you
mean.”

~The End~
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