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IV.

One Month Later.

George had nagged Charlie – in the most comical manner possible – for weeks on end, that he obviously didn't love him, since he wouldn't let him see his new place. Charlie had finally conceded a week after starting his new job with a dragon conservatory in the New Forest area, where they bred dragons and sent them off to other reserves. They were a small sort of company that focused more on ensuring the continuation of different breeds of dragon, so Charlie was more of a dragon breeder than anything else of late. He wasn't doing any of the breeding himself as yet, just helping care for and raise up the eggs, which was not unfamiliar territory, but he had to admit, watching dragons shag all day just made him glad that his own sex life wasn't wanting. If it was, he imagined the job would be a bit depressing in an odd sort of way. He told Fred he could come about on Sunday for dinner, and meet Fred.

George had laughed heartily at Charlie's completely unoriginal name for his cat. Charlie's only argument was that 'he's a ginger, and he gets into gobs of mischief.' George had said he liked the cat already.

Since Charlie had told him to come in the evening, naturally George arrived late in the morning. He stepped around a 'free' oven and a pretty battered little couch out front, and decided to get up to a bit of mischief himself. He was in luck that Charlie had forgotten to lock the door. He poked about downstairs, noting the kitchen looked rather like a potions classroom. Odd, really. He didn't remember Charlie fancying potions much, but supposed it could be to do with his new job, and followed the sound of a cat whining and scratching at a door up the stairs.

"Hullo, Fred. Long time no see," George said, squatting down and scratching behind the cat's ears. It purred happily and leaned into the touch. It had been dying for attention. George might be a stranger to Fred the Cat, but anyone who pet him was quite alright as far as he was concerned. George scooped him up and nuzzled him a bit. "Right then, shall we surprise big brother a little?" He had half a mind to toss that cat at him. Charlie was no doubt still sleeping like the lazy sod he was.

George was the one who was pranked by his own humor, though. He opened the door and got quite the eyeful of his dear brother very much NOT asleep.

Charlie was on his side with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, his beefy hand wrapped around his own dripping cock, his top leg pulled up and over the shoulder of a certain slender, dark haired man with a hooked nose, who was pounding his long cock into Charlie's ass, one knee planted on either end of the leg pressed against the mattress.

"Nngahhh, fuck yes, harder, Sev...oh Godric! Please do me harder! Fuck...nngh, pound me! Pleease fucking pound me...oooohhhh!" Charlie begged as he milked his own cock desperately.

For once, George was completely without joke. He stepped back, closing the door quietly. "On second thought, Freddie, why don't we go downstairs and see if we can find anything on the tele while Charlie burns off a few calories, eh?"

He carried the cat downstairs. From what he'd seen, he was sure Charlie would wander downstairs to refuel shortly, or so he thought. It was two hours before he heard the shower turn on upstairs, and another forty minutes before he heard it turn off.

He listened, and heard Severus Snape say, at the top of the stairwell, "...and for the love of Merlin, put your trousers on."

"Why?" Charlie retorted. "George won't be here for hours."

"And we will not get much cooking done before he arrives if you insist on tempting me with your bare arse," Severus called back up the stairs an instant before rounding the corner to the living room.

George grinned at him and waved eagerly, just waiting to spill some sarcastic remark.

Severus turned up the stairs, where Charlie must have been standing on the landing. "I really must insist, Charlie. On the trousers."

George noticed no immediate change in Snape's expression, but he could hear Charlie at the top of the landing, cussing under his breath and scrambling back into the bedroom. "Alright?" he asked Snape.

Snape just stared at him flatly. "You're early."

"Surprise!" George said with a bit of a sheepish grin. He was never going to be able to look at Snape without picturing him naked again.

Severus just sighed. "Yes, I imagine you are."

"George, I'm going to kill you!" Charlie groused as he barreled down the stairs. His clothes were on, but in several states of disarray. "You said seven tonight!"

"I lied," George grinned. "I closed early to see where my beloved big brother is living."

"Arse," Charlie groused.

"Hurts, does it?" George quipped.

Charlie wanted to have a smart remark, but he could only flush rather brightly.

"I thought you rented a flat," George changed the subject.

"That's...complicated."

"How long have you been shacking up with Snape?" George added as if he had a list of questions and was just going to go from first to last.

Snape cast a short glare of his shoulder before going into the kitchen to clear away some of his projects onto the side table so the brothers would have room to sit and eat.

"I, well...that answer is a bit complicated too," Charlie answered. Did he say since the night the house un-pinched itself? But they'd been unwittingly living together before that without quite realizing it.

George's grin grew rather broad with his next question: "Does mum know?"

"Don't you dare tell her before I get the chance!" Charlie answered, horrified. He could just see it now, sitting about for dinner, planning to pull her aside afterward, and George suddenly blurting out, 'so, what was the name of that bloke you're shagging again, Char? Started with an 'S' didn't it? He's rather taken, mum. Did you notice him limping?'

George laughed heartily. "You'll have to get to it before I do, then," he teased, using Fred as a shield against the brotherly anger.

"I hate you," Charlie complained.

"You love me," George grinned. "In fact, you came back to England to be near family, and that's when you started buggering Snape, so as family, you really ought to be thanking me."

"I love you," Charlie conceded. He really did. George was his brother, who he worried about, and who it was rather nice to see laugh and smile. "Not that I would, if I had a choice," he added, wrinkling his nose.

He watched George with the cat, talking to him the way he used to talk to Fred and thinking nothing of the one-sided conversation.

"You know, George, if you want the cat, you can have him," he said. He did love the cat, but George seemed rather fond of him, so if he needed 'Fred' back in his life that badly, Charlie couldn't bring himself not to let him have him.

George blinked. "No, no way! Who will you rely on to tell you and that old bat to stop shagging if not dear old Fred? I don't have much need for a cat," he said, putting Fred back down on the ground. "I've got Percy, you know, and that's more or less the same thing, don't you think?"

Charlie barked out a sudden laugh. Temperamental, independent, thinks he knows everything, but is constantly getting himself tangled up in things he's got no business being around...yes, Percy was rather like a cat. "I don't know, have you tried petting him? I'd wager he bites," Charlie answered.

"Well, a bit," George quipped playfully. "But they're love bites, you know."

Charlie laughed again at the joke, sitting down at the table just as Severus produced two cups of tea. As he blew at the steam, Charlie felt utter confidence that he'd done the right thing in leaving Romania.

It was good to be home.

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