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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nineteen:

Jamie shrieked as Aoibh caught him around the waist and lifted him firmly off his feet.

"Put me down!"

The twenty-three year old shrieked with laughter as Aoibh clutched tighter, his fingers squirming against the smaller boy's sides as he tickled him.

"If you don't put me down, I won't talk to you for a week!" Jamie tried breathlessly, legs kicking out as he tried to twist in the man's arms. Aoibh let out a delighted giggle and planted a wet kiss on Jamie's neck before releasing him.

The dark-haired male huffed indignantly as he straightened his tunic, turning to point a finger at the alien, "you know well I don't like that!" he growled out, cheeks pink from the effort of struggling.

Aoibh grinned wickedly at the man, before ducking his head and enveloping Jamie's pointed finger in his mouth. He sucked gently, green eyes fixed brightly on the smaller man's face.

Jamie gulped as Aoibh's tongue slid slowly against the digit, his pink lips pursed as he slowly slid his mouth down, over the entire finger. "That's not fair," Jamie whispered huskily, his eyes growing lidded as he watched the display, "that's not fair at all."

Aoibh stared up at him and let go of the finger with a pop, his lips pulling into a sensual grin. "You're welcome to punish me..." he whispered back, one of the braids he had littered through his blonde hair falling over his eye in a careless manner.

Jamie growled and pulled the man down to his level, his other hand trailing over Aoibh's stomach, and lower. "I might do just that..."

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Albus bypassed his brother's room swiftly after hearing the noises that had erupted within. His twin was not a quiet lover.

Cheeks bright, the smaller man hurried his steps down the hallway, grimacing as softer, more subtle noises emanated from Draco's room. He needed to move out, before this house's occupants damaged him for life.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he came to the kitchen and settled into the alcove in the wall, beside his father. Harry glanced up at him and smiled before turning his attention back to the large window through which the purple sky was darkening, bleeding to black.

"It's the sunsets here that make me miss Earth."

Harry spoke suddenly, his voice soft. Albus curled his feet beneath him in an oddly childish gesture, his blue eyes intent on his father's still form. "The remind me of darker times. The sky, the way the colour melts. There's no in between with this sunset. It flickers from one to the next so swiftly you cannot help but realise that life is passing you by." His eyes were gentle as they turned on Albus, his face lined.

"But don't let the words of an old man depress you, Al. You're young; you've all your life left. I'm still stuck in the past."

Harry had aged more in the past seven years here than he had in all the time he'd spent on Earth. His hair, once thick and dark, was grey beneath his shaking fingers. His face was a mass of wrinkles, some, like the furrow of his brow, more defined than others. Though his eyes were calm, peaceful, they were dull. As if they had once known utter happiness, and now knew they would never feel that again. It was a heartbreaking sight.

Albus leaned in to embrace his father. "I was so busy growing up, I forgot you were growing old." He whispered as tears began to gather in his eyes. At times, Albus believed his father was all he had. He loved his siblings but to lose them would not outweigh the pain of losing Harry.

His father chuckled, ruffling his hair. "I'm not going anywhere Al. Growing old, yes, but not there yet. There's life in me yet I assure you."

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Two Years Later:

Bek tucked a strand of scarlet hair behind her ear as she crouched lower in the foliage, her green eyes wider than they would have been had she been born to two human parents.

Technically, Bek was human. She had no wings to boast and her eyes remained the magnificent tri-colour that came from all her human family. Her only saving grace had been her magic. As innately possessed and natural as Scorpius' own, it aided her immensely. It flared at her fingertips as she crawled across the forest floor towards the clearing, masking each sound she happened to make.

Scorpius sat in the clearing, unaware of the danger. His white blonde hair fell in soft ringlets to his waist, between the growing expanse of his red wings. A trickle of magic played over his pale skin as he breathed deeply, lost in thought. His eyes snapped open suddenly and he sniffed the air.

Bek hurled herself at him not a second later, magic aimed to singe his hair. Scorpius caught her around the waist, wrestling her to the ground as a vicious hiss left his mouth. "You already tried this one!" he growled, snarling as Bek aimed a kick between his legs and rolled away. "You're getting predictable!"

Bek looked physically pained by the insult, her eyes glowing briefly as she snarled at Scorpius in response. The blonde watched her pace some distance away, taking in her long limbs and tangled hair warily. She looked like some animalistic tribal princess, denied a slab of fresh meat. Every angle she held was aggressive.

"I'll get that pretty hair of yours soon, Score. It'll only be fair after you branded me!"

Scorpius grimaced as his eyes flickered to the burn scar marring the otherwise sleek skin of the girl's long neck. "It was an accident!" he snarled, standing up and flaring his wings in defense.

Bek chuckled at the display, eyes dangerous, and for a single moment, Scorpius was glad he had marked her

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Albus whimpered as Seanchaí drew away, the feel of the Elder's lips still vivid in the younger man's memory. Seanchaí purred deep in his chest, a sound that vibrated through Albus and caused his body to turn rigid.

"So sensitive..." the Elder purred, his fingers tracing the man's wrists softly, slowly. Albus moaned at the touch, his head tilting back against the wall Seanchaí had pushed him against. Sensitive... His whole body was alight with nerves. Every bare caress, every sliding touch served only to drive the youth into a state of madness. He could only whimper as Seanchaí littered kisses across his throat, crying out as the man's tongue emerged to make one long swipe.

Delighting in the feelings, Albus didn't feel the vision approaching until it was upon him and his body locked in a familiar state. His eyes rolled back as he watched the scene play out.

In the vision, he saw only one thing before his mind went blank and he fell in a limp heap into Seanchaí's arms.

Albus watched his father stoop to place a soft kiss on his mother's lips.
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