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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
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Chapter
3

Percy adjusted his
horn-rimmed glasses and crossed his legs. He was always so prim.

Seamus, meanwhile,
shifted awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. One of his
trainers was untied.

“What is it?”
Percy said at last. “I've got a lot to do. George is running
a promotion that's an absolute accounting disaster and if I don't
stay on top of it, it's going to be a complete mess.”

“I...”

“It's not like you
to just stop by unannounced, Seamus. You know how busy I am.”

Seamus shook his head a
bit. “Er, sorry. It's just, you know, the Ministry's kicking
me out. I set too much stuff on fire to have a desk job, apparently.
I know you've been telling me I was gonna get canned if I didn't
shape up for a while now. Congratulations, you were right.” He
tried to make a joke of it, but it was weak in the face of what was
ahead of him. “They set me up with another job though –
right nice of 'em, that. I thought I ought to tell you.
It's...pretty far away.”

Percy looked up from the
list of numbers he'd been studying intently then. “Are you
saying you want to break it off?”

“No! Merlin, no.
Geez, don't jump to conclusions. I mean, if you want to I'd
understand and all. But a long distance relationship is okay with
me. We hardly see each other as it is.”

Percy nodded
thoughtfully. “So, where is this job? I imagine you'll be
leaving quite soon, or you wouldn't have rushed over here on a
Saturday.” The busiest day of the week – which Percy
couldn't remind him of enough.

“Ah, yeah. Most of
my stuff is there already. I'm set up for a portkey tonight at
seven.”

Percy quirked a brow,
which reminded Seamus he hadn't answered the first question. Percy
always managed to make Seamus feel like a stupid kid again. “Oh,
right. Romania. It's in Romania.”

“Hn,” Percy
answered as if that was mildly interesting. “Small world. My
brother Charlie works in Romania.”

“Really? What's he
look like? Maybe I'll meet up with him somewhere.” Now that
Percy mentioned it, Seamus kind of remembered Ron mentioning a
brother who worked with dragons in Romania. He wondered if he'd end
up working with a Weasley. That would be nice, at least there'd be
someone who spoke English.

Percy shrugged vaguely.
“He looks like a Weasley, of course.” He turned his gaze
back to his papers. “Sorry. I won't be able to get away from
this to see you off. Write me once you're settled and we'll set a
date to meet up. Make sure to include your schedule so I can compare
it to mine.”

Percy didn't sound all
that sorry, but Seamus had long since accepted that his boyfriend was
kind of a snooty prat. He was able to overlook that though, since
Percy asked him to owl. He wouldn't have done that if he didn't care.

“You bet,” he
said. “I'll Owl right away.”

“Don't rush
yourself. You'll need to unpack and get used to the time difference.
Don't muck up this new job for my sake. I'm not a lovesick
schoolgirl who will be sitting by the window waiting for word from
you. There aren't many opportunities in the Magical Creatures field.
You can't afford to waste the one you've been given.”

Seamus sighed. “Yes
mam,” he griped. Percy sure could give a good lecture. He
thought a moment though, and glanced from side to side before moving
over to stand beside the older man. “Percy, you know, nobody's
here now...” he hedged, rubbing the bespectacled Weasley's
shoulders.

“I'm busy,
Seamus.”

“Can't I...? Just a
kiss or two? I won't see you for a long while...”

Percy sighed and put the
paper down again, removing his glasses. “One kiss. Then you
really have to go.”

Seamus leaned down over
him, but Percy didn't open his mouth to invite any further intimacy.
“Fine,” Seamus sighed. “Whatever. I'm gonna
remember that next time you show up at my door in the middle of the
night.”

“Seamus, wait,”
Percy said as the younger man reached for the doorknob. “I'm
sorry. I'm just under a lot of stress right now.”

Seamus sighed and walked
back over. “You're always under a lot of stress, Perce.
Time was I used to be good at relieving it for you. Things change,
huh?”

Percy stood up and
wrapped his arms around his Irish lover. It seemed stupid to call
him that – they hadn't done anything intimate in months. Seamus
had tried once or twice, but neither of them seemed to have their
heart in it anymore. “We're not kids anymore. That's all. Our
problems got bigger. Don't blame yourself. You can't make everything
right by willpower alone, no matter how hard you try.”

Seamus sighed. They both
knew there was something very wrong with their relationship. After
Seamus' New Year's debacle, they admitted it. Seamus confessed he'd
gone to bed with someone. Percy forgave him. They'd talked for the
first time in a long time – really talked. And they
decided to try again, but their relationship had this cool, aloof
quality to it now that made Seamus feel nauseous. He leaned his head
against Percy's shoulder and sighed. “We're going to be okay,
aren't we Perce? When all the drama dies down with my new job and
with George and all...we'll be okay then, won't we? Like it used to
be? Or better, even.”

Percy tensed a bit at the
mention of George like he always did. It just confirmed for Seamus
that the cheerful front George put on for his customers was just a
front, and that behind closed doors things must be really bad.
“We'll be okay,” he assured. “We've managed to
keep it together for eight years. That's got to count for
something.”

Seamus relaxed into the
light embrace. “Yeah. That's what I thought too.” He'd
needed that confirmation before he left. Romania was so far from
home and he was more than a little nervous. Field work sounded like
it could be cool, but the hours would be crazy, and he didn't speak a
drop of Romanian.

They exchanged one more
chaste kiss before Seamus left. He thought he should disapparate,
but he was so nervy he didn't want to risk splinching himself. In the
end he walked down Diagon Alley instead – one more time, he
told himself – and tried not to think about how that kiss
they'd just shared didn't have the least bit of spark in it. There'd
been a spark between them once, hadn't there? He could remember
being in the back of the library, all full of hormones and trying not
to sob at the way Percy's lips had set his body on fire. There had
been such need then, such warmth. Where had those things gone? How
was he supposed to get them back?

He spent his first night
in Romania in tears – wondering if the distance was going to
kill his already critically injured relationship. Sometimes he
thought he should just let it go – that they'd both be happier
that way, but he always managed to convince himself of that one basic
fact that he and Percy seemed to agree on: eight years had to count
for something.

***

Seamus and his trainer
were having a lot of trouble understanding one another. The Romanian
man spoke English, but the accent was so thick that all Seamus
managed to decipher was that he found Seamus' Irish accent hard to
understand. They tried Romanian with a translator orb, but it
convoluted the grammar so much that Seamus still couldn't make heads
or tails of it. “This ain't any English I know,” Seamus
had said apologetically. He didn't know how he was going to make
this job last if he had to learn by hand gestures and a string of
Romanian curse words that seemed to have something to do with
shagging farm animals.

Eventually they managed
to figure out that Cezar – his name was, apparently Cezar –
could write and read English just well enough for them to understand
one another, but it was still no way to learn – especially when
your notes could be consumed by dragon fire at any given moment.

'Today, introduce to
new trainer. British. Help with both work learning and teach
Romanian. Much time together spend,'
Cezar wrote.

Seamus nodded his
understanding, wondering why they hadn't thought of that in the first
place.

“Veasley!”
Cezar bellowed as they approached the enclosure.

Wait,
seriously? He really was
going to be working with Percy's brother? He felt a bit of cheer –
the first bit in a while, at that, but when the man appeared out of a
thicket of shrubbery, his blood went cold. 'No way. It
can't be. Are you fucking serious?!'

Charlie's
eyes widened marginally as he saw the boy who'd been haunting his
every fantasy standing slack-jawed in the middle of the reserve. He
couldn't believe his luck! 'It's you. Shite, I never
thought I'd see you again.' His
belly did a nervous flip flop and he awarded the Irishman his most
charming grin. It seemed to have the opposite effect he'd planned
on, because Seamus looked as if he'd just swallowed a blast-ended
skrewt. He decided not to take that personally and stuck out one of
the big, square, calloused hands that Seamus could so clearly
remember sliding over his naked body four months ago.

“Charlie Weasley,”
he introduced.

Seamus almost croaked
when he tried to speak, but managed by some miracle not to freak the
hell out. “S-seamus Finnigan,” he stuttered awkwardly.

'Finally, a name to
put to the face I've been wanking to for months now.'
Charlie thought, shaking the hand firmly. Life on the reserve had
just gotten hellishly more interesting.

Seamus
couldn't believe his bad luck. Even a simple handshake sent sparks
of fire rippling up his spine. That was bad enough, as he was seeing
someone. But the person he'd shagged on New Year's was Percy's
brother?! That was a
new low. 'My karma's shite.'
He could barely form words within his own brain to express his
shock. And the man was giving him this dashing smile that Seamus
knew meant he wanted to relive the experience. No. Absolutely not.
He had someone. Their relationship was already fucked and he wasn't
going to make it worse. 'Be strong, Shay. Yes, he's
gorgeous. Yes, he wants you. Yes he's the best shag you've ever had,
but you will not cave
in. You have someone. Eight years of someone. And that means
something, damn it!' Why was it
the longer Charlie smiled at him the weaker that argument sounded? He
let off a string of curses in his head as Charlie took him off of
Cezar's hands and showed him what he was working on. “This
Korean Blue is sitting eggs,” he said. “Should hatch any
time now.”

Seamus forgot his
problems for a moment as he looked up in awe at the big, brown mamma
dragon. He'd only ever seen them in pictures before. They were
called 'Korean Blues' because of their ice blue eyes. “Wow,
she's...”

“Something, ain't
she?” Charlie grinned like a proud parent, and Seamus for the
moment didn't notice the hand resting gently on the curve of his
back.

“Yeah...”

“We call her Tia.”

“Tia,” Seamus
echoed. “Gad! She's gorgeous.”

“Never been in the
field, have you, Seamus?”

Seamus shook his head.
“Desk job at the Ministry. Dangerous Creatures Department.
Right hated it, if I'm honest.”

Charlie frowned and
nodded. “I wouldn't be able to do it. Puttin' animals down
and such. Hard enough when we've gotta let one done because of age
or illness, ya know?”

Seamus could imagine.
He'd always loved animals. It was hard to accept when some arsehole
convinced the Ministry an animal had to be killed. Luckily he hadn't
had to be present for any of the actual executions. “I was
jus' a desk jockey,” Seamus answered. “Set trial dates
and such. Interview and take notes. Collect data. Boring shite.”

They stood quietly,
watching the dragon coiled around her eggs, watching them intently
for a long few moments, and Charlie dared to wrap his arm more firmly
around Seamus' waist. “Well, I'm glad you got out of it then.
Almost as glad as I am that you're here.”

Seamus bit the inside of
his cheek. Charlie's hand felt so good against the curve of his hip,
but he pulled away. “Don't,” he said.

“Thought you liked
it as much as I did,” Charlie answered. “My mistake.”

“I did, but it
can't happen again.” Seamus gave him a meaningful look that
made Charlie's anger flare. The dragon sensed this and grew
restless.

“You're not
serious. You're still with that trash that left you lonely at the
bar? You've got to be kidding me, Seamus.” He knew it was none
of his business, but he couldn't help the wave of anger.

“What the hell
d'you care!” Seamus snapped back. “You wanted a New
Year's shag an' ya got it. That don't mean you've got a right to
judge. I...had a bad night. Don't talk about things you don't
understand.”

“I understand a
lover who can't even owl you a message to tell you he can't make it
to your side at the holidays is a shite lover,” Charlie
snapped, grabbing Seamus by the front of the shirt. The dragon
circled protectively in her enclosure, but Charlie didn't notice. It
was a first. The dragons had always come first for him – until
now.

“Don't talk about
him that way! He's just got a lot of shite going on right now! We've
got our problems but, we can get through 'em. Eight years together.
We've gotten through shite before, we can get through it now, too!”
Seamus answered back angrily, hands clenching over the ones hooked
into his shirt as his blood boiled.

Eight years? Bloody
hell, Seamus was just a kid eight years ago. “How
brainwashed are you?! Don't you understand normal relationships
aren't about being stood up time and again, drinking your sorrows
away, and then apologizing for being abandoned by the person who's
supposed to put you ahead of all else?”

“Feck
you, Charlie. You don't know anything. You...you think one fecking
shag means you have the right to judge me? I right doubt a guy
spending New Years with his brother and his brother's lover's got any
business telling other people what relationships are supposed ta be!
Ya spend half your time shagging guys without even bothering to ask
their names, don't you?!”

Charlie didn't know what
possessed him then, but he pulled Seamus against him and pressed a
bruising kiss to his mouth, pulled the smaller body flush against his
own and raked his fingers through the sandy brown hair.

In spite of himself,
Seamus moaned as his body heated up and he let Charlie's tongue sweep
hungrily into his mouth, fisting the protective gear at his
shoulders. “Feck!” he breathed when they parted, and
moaned when the lips covered his again. Percy didn't seem terribly
important as Charlie swallowed his tongue and dragged one of those
big hands down his back and roughly cupped his arse. In fact,
Seamus didn't think about Percy at all as his groin began to stir to
life while Charlie tried to swallow his tongue and caressed his face
and body. Neither did the fact that they were supposed to be
working, or that there was an agitated mama dragon not twenty feet
off.

“If I had a guy
like you, I wouldn't fuck around,” Charlie rasped between
kisses. “I would already have everything I need.”

“Flirt,”
Seamus chided, but didn't protest when Charlie tilted his head and
began to devour his jaw and throat. He could feel the man's
substantial cock growing against his lower belly and moaned into
another kiss.

“Leave him,
Seamus,” Charlie rasped, tugging the protective gear aside a
bit to leave a mark at the junction of the Irishman's throat and
shoulder. “I'd be so good to you.” He devoured the
kiss-swollen lips again. “So good...”

Why was Charlie so
convincing? Eight years. Eight fucking years, and one kiss from
Charlie unwound them all and made the entire world disappear. He
moaned into the older man's mouth and pawed at his back as Charlie
reached between them to unfasten his fly. It didn't dawn on either
of them that, although alone with the Korean Blue and her eggs, they
were still technically supposed to be working, and in the middle of
the reserve in broad daylight.

But Tia intended to
remind them. Just as Charlie was about to slip his hand inside to
grasp Seamus' erection, there was a loud, bellowing roar and the
dragon spit out a long drag of fire over the area.

Charlie tackled Seamus to
the ground, grimacing at the deep burn he could feel along his lower
back where his protective gear had ridden up in the midst of their
snogging. “You okay?” he asked.

Seamus nodded dumbly as
Charlie jumped up, ignoring the pain now and casting a containment
shield around the long lick of flame, then a series of dousing charms
in quick succession to put out the flames.

“Shh. Shhhh. It's
okay, Tia. It's okay, baby girl. Your eggs are fine. They're fine,
darlin',” Charlie cooed. “You know we won't let anything
happen to your babies, sweetie... There now, that's a good girl...”

Seamus managed to
remember to refasten his trousers just before three other
dragon-keepers came running out of the foliage shouting in Romanian,
but by the time they got there, Charlie already had her mostly
contained.

Seamus couldn't quite
follow what was being said in rushed Romanian, but he did note the
pointed stares in his direction.

“It was my
fault,” Charlie appeased his co-workers. “Seamus went to
school with my brother. I was asking about things back home and got
a little over-excited. I wasn't thinking. She's tense, of course
she is – with the eggs and all. It's okay. No major damage.
It won't happen again.”

“You know I've
gotta report it, Charlie,” one of the other men said.

Charlie nodded
tightly. It would be the first black mark on his record since his
first year on the reserve, when he was young, stupid, and careless.

“Chin up,
Weasley. Everyone has an off day,” another said, giving him a
slap on the back that brought tears to his eyes. Oh, that burn was
worse than he thought.

“You're
injured.”

“ 'm okay. My
gear rode up when I pushed Seamus out of the way.”

“ 'ey. Irish,”
one of the men called to Seamus in a thick accent he couldn't place,
but that was at least easier to understand than Cezar's. “Take
Chazzie to the infirmry. I'll mange' Tia jus' fine for the rest of
yer shif', ya Chazzie?”

Charlie sighed and nodded
reluctantly, knowing when he'd been defeated. “Thanks, Marik.
I owe you one.”

The man called Marik
shrugged. “We go for drinks soon. You pay. Even then, ya?”

Charlie nodded his
agreement and bit the inside of his cheek against the pain of his
gear rubbing against the burn along his lower back. He and Seamus
didn't say anything to one another the entire way there. It was a
long walk, even worse in utter silence.

Charlie's brow knit as
the healer on duty helped him out of his jacket and his demolished
shirt. Seamus, feeling intensely guilty about the entire thing,
stayed close to the wall as if he could disappear into it while
trying to stay out of the way. The medic healed the wound magically
until it was just a long, red patch of stretched looking skin and
waved Seamus over.

“Vatch,” he
told Seamus. “You do this for him. Four times day –
wake up, lunch, dinner, bed – cannot do by himself. Two weeks.
Every day. No exception.” The healer worked a salve onto his
palms and gently ran them over the bared burn. Charlie shuddered a
bit at how cold the potion was against his bare, tender skin. After
the first coat, the skin glowed a soft blue as it sunk into the
flesh, and then the wizard gave Charlie the same treatment twice more
until the glow changed to a pink-tinged white. “This color is
good,” he told Seamus. “As many times as necessary for
near-white color. He dumped five full canisters into Seamus' arms.
“Should be enough. If not, come get more. You take care. This
one,” he pushed against the back of Charlie's head with a
little smirk. “Very stubborn. Doesn't like to listen to
healers, ends up with many scars.”

Charlie gave the man a
sheepish smirk and said something in Romanian.

“No work tomorrow,”
the healer replied firmly.

“But!”
Charlie answered as if stricken. “Tia...her eggs will hatch
any time now and...”

“No,” the
healer repeated. “Tomorrow, you rest. And you,”
he looked pointedly at Seamus. “Keep him there.”

Seamus was beginning to
wonder if Merlin himself was conspiring against him. He was supposed
to massage Charlie four times a day, and keep him in bed? This had
happened because he couldn't turn the man down! How the hell was he
supposed to cope with touching and not... 'No! It was a fluke. I
can do this. I have Percy. I won't let Charlie have his way again.
I won't.'

...but he was already
starting to feel like he was fighting a losing battle.
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