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The Weight of Living	By : percyplusoliver Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Percy/Oliver Views: 4738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This can also be found at AO3. I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters. I am not making any money from this story. I just do this for kicks :) Note: This begins around HBP-era

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It was early April. Percy reviewed every arrest anxiously, searching in vain for Oliver. Not a day went by that Percy didn’t wake up at least four times in the middle of the night from a nightmare that Oliver had been captured and tortured to the brink of insanity. As a result, Percy was permanently exhausted. His eyes were sunken in their sockets and his face was paler than usual. He was distracted and wasn’t able to focus properly on his work. Fortunately, no one noticed – the Ministry was in complete disarray, and Percy was able to take advantage of that, at least for the time being.
Instead of working, Percy spent every day locked in his office, turning his battered button over and over in his hands. He hoped that it would change from blue to any other colour; he hated thinking that Oliver was sad and he couldn’t do anything about it. He wanted to hold Oliver, kiss him, tell him everything was going to be okay, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do any of that, and it broke his heart.
Today was different. He pulled the button out of his pocket and saw that it was black. Percy’s stomach dropped. Had Oliver been captured? Was he being tortured? Percy pointed his wand at the button immediately and got Oliver’s location: Richmond Park, just outside of London. His heart sank. Oliver had travelled too close to the Ministry. He stacked his paperwork (though he hadn’t done any of it today), shoved the button back in his pocket, and Disapparated.
***
After five months on the run, Oliver wanted to go home. He had wanted to go home for a long time, but until April, he had resisted the urge. Today he was in Richmond Park, just a few kilometers from London. It wasn’t exactly home, but it was close. Maybe he could sneak into Percy’s flat this evening and see him. That idea excited him. Maybe it was time for a wank. It had been so long since he had had a wank that it would be over quickly, but that was okay. He had to be careful anyway; he couldn’t lose focus on his surroundings for very long.
No sooner had he started wanking than he heard a cracking noise outside his tent. Oliver froze in fear. He quickly pulled his pants and trousers up and sat in silence, hardly daring to breathe. He hoped that his camouflage charms held. He heard footsteps coming closer and he could swear his heart stopped beating. The footsteps stopped in front of his tent and he heard two deep male voices.
“Could’ve sworn it was here,” one said.
“Maybe we missed it,” said the other. “Let’s go back around and have another look.” The first man grunted in agreement and Oliver heard the footsteps walking away from him. The footsteps weren’t entirely out of earshot before there was a tiny ‘pop!’ and Percy appeared in his tent.
“Thank Merlin you’re alright!” he whispered frantically. “I was so worried.” He wrapped his arms around Oliver and pulled him close, holding him tightly. To his surprise, Oliver felt tears in the corners of his eyes. This was the last thing he had expected. He had fully expected to be caught and captured, not to be embraced by Percy.
“How did you find me?” Oliver whispered.
“I put a Locating charm in your button,” Percy admitted. “But I only used it today – I didn’t want the information to be tortured out of me.” He gave Oliver a weak smile. He was just so happy that Oliver was okay and in one piece.
A few seconds later, they heard the footsteps coming closer again.
“It has to be here,” said the first voice. “We can’t have missed him.”
Him? Oliver thought fearfully. They were looking for him. He caught Percy’s eye and saw the same look of terror. Percy put one finger to his mouth, signalling for silence. Oliver nodded mutely.
“Homenum Revelio!”
At that second, both Percy and Oliver felt something sweep over their heads. They had been discovered. They had to disappear. Percy squeezed Oliver tightly and they Disapparated.
A moment later, they were in Percy’s flat. It wasn’t the best place to be, and definitely not the safest, but it was the first place Percy had thought of. As soon as they were standing in the kitchen, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. Finally he was somewhere comfortable; somewhere warm; somewhere someone cared about him.
“Thank you,” Oliver said shakily. He didn’t know what he would have done had Percy not shown up. He probably would be in the custody of the Snatchers by now.
Percy shook his head dismissively. “It’s nothing,” he said. “I had to save you; you’re the only thing that matters to me.” His face was beet-red; Oliver wasn’t sure if it was from adrenaline or worry. “You look like shit,” Percy continued matter-of-factly. “Haven’t you been eating? Or sleeping?” He looked worried this time.
“Where was I supposed to find food in the winter?” Oliver asked, irritated. “And how was I supposed to sleep when I was freezing, lonely, and depressed?”
Percy fell silent, chastened. “Well,” he said after a minute’s thought, “we’ll just have to get some decent food in you, and you’ll have a nice, comfortable place to sleep tonight.” He smiled at Oliver. “Merlin, I’ve missed you. You have no idea.”
“I can imagine,” Oliver said, returning the smile. “I saw the purple on the button every day.” Percy gave him a half-smile. At least Oliver knew he had been thinking of him constantly. “I missed you, too,” Oliver continued. “I talked to you every night.” Oliver grinned at Percy’s confused expression. “Well, to the button, I guess. I told you about my days and where I was. I imagined you with me all the time.”
Percy threw his arms around Oliver. “You are adorable!” he exclaimed.
Oliver grimaced. He was many things, but adorable was not one of them. Handsome? Yes. Sexy? Definitely. But adorable? That was for kittens and babies, of which he was neither.
Percy laughed. “Yes,” he said, “you’re adorable. That’s one of the most adorable things I have ever heard.” He paused. “You smell like a mountain troll. Why don’t you get in the shower, and I’ll join you in a minute?” He ruffled Oliver’s already-messy hair and kissed his forehead before shoving him off towards the bathroom. “Go, smelly. I’ll be there momentarily.” He slapped Oliver’s bum playfully as Oliver sauntered away.
It was wonderful to see his...boyfriend? Could Percy call him that? He didn’t know – again. He had only had one day with Oliver before Oliver had had to leave, and that hadn’t been nearly enough. This time, he intended to take full advantage of their time together. And Oliver, Percy thought mischievously as he followed Oliver to the bathroom.
Nothing could have prepared Percy for what he saw in the bathroom. He had realised that Oliver was skinny, but he had no idea how skinny until he saw Oliver naked. He couldn’t help himself and gasped. It looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Percy could count Oliver’s ribs. His stomach was concave and his skin was stretched taut across his frame. His muscles had deteriorated, probably because he hadn’t played Quidditch in months, Percy thought.
“I know,” Oliver said quietly. “I know how I must look.”
“I didn’t mean to...” Percy stammered. “I was just...I mean...it was just a bit...” He couldn’t finish his sentence without coming across as horribly rude.
“Food was hard to come by for a long time,” continued Oliver, “and I’m really bad at hunting and fishing, so … this is what happened.” He gestured at his emaciated torso helplessly. “You probably don’t think I’m attractive anymore, do you?” Oliver looked at Percy almost desperately, needing him to answer negatively, needing reassurance that no, he wasn’t horrified by Oliver’s current form; and no, he wasn’t going to throw Oliver back out into the streets.
Percy’s heart broke for Oliver. Here he had been, moaning over being in his office for the last five months, and Oliver hadn’t had enough to eat. He had been freezing and starving, and Percy had thought it was bad not being able to focus. “Come here,” Percy said, opening his arms to the other man. Oliver stepped out of the shower and into Percy’s arms. He rested his head on Percy’s shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the juncture between Percy’s neck and his shoulder, just enjoying Percy’s soft, warm skin and his comforting embrace. This felt right. This was the way things should be. Oliver pressed a light kiss into the hollow below Percy’s collarbone, and then one on his freckled neck. “I missed this,” he said softly. “I missed you.”
Percy let out a gasp of air that almost sounded like a whistle. How could he have forgotten what it was like to be kissed by Oliver? He shivered. Not because he was cold, but because he was gradually warming up in an area of his body that hadn’t received any attention since the day before Oliver had left. No, he told himself. Take care of Oliver first. He rubbed Oliver’s back in a circular motion and heard Oliver sigh.
“Let’s take a shower,” Percy heard himself saying. His voice sounded miles away. “And see where that takes us.”
Oliver could only nod affirmatively. He was exhausted, hungry, and aroused. All three needs had to be satisfied, and he didn’t care in which order as long as it all happened soon. He allowed Percy to guide him back into the shower, under the warm water, where he closed his eyes and relaxed. He felt Percy begin to wash him; first his hair, which hadn’t been properly washed in Oliver couldn’t remember how long; then his shoulders, which were noticeably tense; and finally working his way down Oliver’s torso, clearly taking great care to be gentle and soothing. Oliver sighed. This was exactly what he needed.
“Mmm, Perce,” he murmured, leaning into Percy’s soft touches. “I’ve missed you.” He knew he had just said this, but he felt the need to reiterate. “I’ve missed your hands; your mouth - “ he kissed Percy hungrily - “and oh Gods, your cock.” He pressed his groin up against Percy’s and felt the other man shudder. “Please, Perce, I...I need this.”
“I’m almost finished,” Percy said. He had been finished for awhile; he was just taking his time lazily stroking Oliver’s gaunt frame, becoming acquainted with its new peaks and valleys. “Then...you can have whatever you want.”
“Hurry,” Oliver urged. He didn’t want to – no, he couldn’t – wait much longer.
Percy didn’t really want to wait, either. He had waited too long. He would have fucked Oliver as soon as he had Apparated into the tent, had there not been Snatchers in the area. “Get out of the shower,” Percy finally ordered. “You’re clean enough.” He stared at Oliver hungrily. “I want you. I want you now.” He grabbed Oliver’s hand and pulled him, dripping wet, into the bedroom.
Seconds later, they were a tangle of limbs on Percy’s bed; Oliver on his back and Percy kneeling above Oliver, meeting his lover’s sultry gaze. “Touch me,” breathed Oliver greedily, his hands fumbling for Percy’s hips to pull him closer for a steamy kiss. “Kiss me, touch me, fuck me, do whatever you want to me.”
Percy didn’t have to be asked twice. He rolled one of Oliver’s nipples in between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the rough skin harden quickly and Oliver gasp beneath him. He didn’t want to be gentle anymore; he didn’t have the patience for it. He wanted to take what he wanted; what he needed; what was his. He captured Oliver’s lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue entering Oliver’s mouth and exploring every familiar crevice anew.
Oliver had really, really missed this. More than food, more than Quidditch, more than anything else, he had missed Percy. He had especially missed Percy’s cock. “Perce,” Oliver moaned breathlessly.
“Ollie?”
“Fuck me.”
Percy flushed a deep crimson as he realised, he had thrown out the … protection … weeks ago. He had been on a deep-cleaning binge, and noticed that they had expired, and hadn’t bothered to buy new ones.
“Ollie?”

“Perce?”
“I don’t have any, uh...” Percy paused, embarrassed. “Any, uh...” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “...condoms.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Percy!” Oliver exclaimed, exasperated. “Forget the fucking condoms! Just fucking fuck me!” Today Oliver didn’t care. He was back with his boyfriend (could he call Percy his boyfriend? Fuck it; he was going to) after six months; Percy had saved him from Snatchers; and they were going to fuck. Oliver could not possibly be happier.
If it were possible, Percy flushed an even deeper shade of maroon as he grabbed his wand from the bedside table. He cast a quiet Silencio on the bedroom – no point in the neighbours hearing us, he thought wickedly – and then pointed his wand at Oliver’s entrance. “I learnt a new spell while you were away,” Percy said mischievously. “I think you’ll like it.” With a flick of Percy’s wand, Oliver felt his arse being lubricated and stretched, not in an unpleasant way but in a way that was slightly unfamiliar. He drew in a sharp breath of air through his teeth. Percy snorted. “Told you,” he said.
The stretching sensation was followed, briefly, by a finger. Oliver closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy this forever. Seconds later, two fingers. Oliver groaned. “Fuck, Perce,” he moaned loudly. “I...” He didn’t get to finish his sentence; Percy kissed him again, his tongue eagerly exploring Oliver’s mouth. Oliver pressed his groin against Percy’s, silently begging him for release.
“You want it?” Percy teased after breaking the kiss. Looking at Oliver’s flushed face and wide mouth, it seemed obvious that yes, Oliver did want it, and yes, he was ready. So without any further ado, Percy positioned himself in front of Oliver’s hole and slowly, torturously, entered him. This elicited a loud grunt from Oliver, followed by a long, deep sigh of pleasure. Percy was going to take his time and enjoy this; it had been far too long, and he wanted to savour every thrust.
“I – fuck – forgot how – fuck – good this felt,” Oliver moaned. He forced his eyes open. He wanted to watch Percy fuck him senseless. But first, he needed a hand on his cock, and it wasn’t going to be his. He pulled one of Percy’s hands from his hips and placed it on his erection, guiding it up and down the stiff shaft. He shuddered at the sensation.
“Oh Perce,” he sighed.
Percy didn’t know how long he would last; it had been so long that he felt like he was going to explode any second. “Ollie,” he moaned in reply. “I’m … oh fuck … “ He tried to slow down, to delay his orgasm in order to push Oliver over the edge, but he was unsuccessful. He cried out as he climaxed, bucking his hips against Oliver’s thighs. As he came down from his orgasm, his breathing was ragged and sweat dripped from his forehead. With barely a moment’s pause, he pulled out, bent nearly in half, and took Oliver’s cock in his mouth.
Oliver gasped. Now it didn’t matter that he hadn’t come from being fucked; he was getting a proper blowjob, and he was near his climax. He felt Percy’s tongue swirling the length of his erection and he shuddered. “Perce, I’m gonna...” he warned as he felt waves of pleasure wash over him and his orgasm take over.

Percy continued sucking Oliver’s cock until it started to soften, enjoying the feel and the taste of it in his mouth. Merlin, how he had missed this. He gave the head one last kiss before unfolding his gangly torso and collapsing on top of Oliver. He kissed Oliver gently.
“That was bloody amazing,” Oliver said with a grin.
“I learnt from the best,” Percy replied, planting a series of kisses along Oliver’s jawline.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Oliver’s stomach grumbled loudly. “So,” Oliver said, “how about some food?”
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