The Third Generation of Love | By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 6463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: And here we are! At chapter
four! FINALLY!
~IV~
Albus woke to the peculiar
sensation of being wrapped in somebody’s arms. He rolled over to face Scorpius
and smiled. The blonde looked so serene when he was asleep. He spent several
minutes watching him sleep before the previous night’s embarrassing events came
rushing to the front of his mind. He blushed and groaned, falling back onto the
bed and covering his face with his arm.
‘He probably thinks I’m really
immature…’ Al thought, ‘I just- never really got the nerve to… do
anything like that… not after James…’ He shuddered a bit at the memory. ‘Jeez!
I’m so lame…’
“You’re so adorable,” Scorpius
said, startling him out of his thoughts.
“Wha- what?!” Al stuttered.
Scorpius kissed him lightly.
“You’re adorable. It’s true, y’know.”
Al blushed. “O-oh…”
Scorpius grinned. “I think we
missed breakfast.”
“I know we did! My stomach
is trying to eat itself,” Al said, grimacing, “Can we ask the house elves to
bring us something?”
Scorpius snapped his fingers.
“Mitsy!”
“Yes, Young Master?” Mitsy said
when she appeared.
“Could you please bring me and Al
some breakfast?” Scorpius said.
“You will be eating here?”
Mitsy asked, looking a bit scandalized at the request.
“Yes. Please be quick about it,”
Scorpius said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.
“Yes, Young Master,” she said, and
was gone.
“Are you not supposed to eat in
your room?” Al asked.
“Well, my grandfather says it’s
not proper, but Dad and Grandma say that in casual situations propriety is
unnecessary,” Scorpius said, shrugging, “Personally, I think it’s an overrated
concept.”
Al nodded, grinning.
Before breakfast, Al went back to
his room to get dressed. Isis was there, looking rather
angry at him for not coming back the previous night. He fed her some snacks to
apologize and she nipped his fingers affectionately. He made up his mind to sit
down later and write a reply to Gabriel, and to write to Andy, Julian, and Liz.
When he reentered Scorpius’ room,
the blonde was sitting on his bed, looking at something intently. When Al
walked closer, he saw that it was a letter.
“Who’s that from?” he asked.
“Professor Illusen,” Scorpius
replied, “Apparently he was rather worried about you, so he contacted your dad.
He found out that I’d made you cry and wrote to reprimand me for being a
stubborn, insensitive git. His exact words.” He smirked.
“Oh jeez… I’m sorry, Scorpius.
I’ll write to him later and let him know that everything is fine,” Al said, “I
can’t believe he’d write to you.”
“It’s fine. I’m glad you’ve got so
many people to look out for you,” Scorpius said, smiling as he set the letter
aside.
“Yeah, you won’t be when the rest
of my family finds out about this,” Al said, smirking.
“It can’t be that bad,” Scorpius
said skeptically.
He quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Well, let’s see. There’s my grandma and grandpa, my dad, Aunt Hermione, Uncle
Ron, Uncle George, Uncle Charlie, Uncle Bill, Aunt Fleur, Victoire, Teddy,
James, Lily, Hugo, Rose, Fred and Arthur… Uncle Percy is kind of indifferent…
but on top of them, there’s Gabe and Ryan, and Neville and Luna, and about a
million more of my dad’s friends…”
“Alright! I get it! I’m in over my
head with your relatives and close family friends,” Scorpius said, laughing.
Al smiled. “Still think it’s worth
it?”
“Definitely,” Scorpius said,
standing up and walking over to him, “Besides… I don’t want to make you cry
again.”
He blushed. “You- I wasn’t crying.”
Scorpius laughed again. “Okay.
Whatever you say.”
“Shut up!” Al said, punching him
lightly, “Can we please just eat?”
After their late breakfast, they
decided to go back to the stables. Albus was ecstatic about seeing Seafire
again. They rode, first, hard and fast, racing around the grounds at breakneck
speeds, doing something that Scorpius called “breezing”. The blonde was still
amazed at how natural Al was, seeming to move effortlessly with the large
animal, in perfect sync, as though he’d been doing it his entire life.
When they tired of racing- mainly
because Scorpius was tired of being “beaten by an amateur”- they slowed the
horses to a much slower gait, strolling through the gardens. They talked about Ginny
for a little bit, but Scorpius could tell that it was upsetting his boyfriend
and so moved the topic of conversation to something safer. Quidditch. He made
fun of Albus mercilessly for liking the Chudley Cannons, despite the
fact that their game had improved exponentially since Harry and Ron’s Hogwarts
years, and assured the boy that Bulgaria
was going to win the World Cup.
When they finally went inside,
Draco was waiting for them.
“Dad? Did you need something?”
Scorpius asked.
“Albus, you’re father is here,”
Draco replied.
“Really? Where is he?” Al asked.
“I left him in the parlor,” Draco
said, grinning, “Come on…”
They followed Draco to the parlor,
where Harry was sitting in an armchair with a snifter of brandy. When they
entered the room, Harry looked up and smiled.
“I see you two made up,” he said.
Al blushed. “Er… yeah…”
Draco and Harry exchanged a
knowing look.
“So, what’re you doing here, Dad?”
Albus asked.
“Can’t a guy check on his son
without getting the third degree?” Harry joked.
Al raised an eyebrow at him.
“Bloody Slytherins…” Harry
grinned, sighing, “I just wanted to let you know that- James, Lily, and I will
be staying with Ron and Hermione for a while.”
“Why?” Al asked.
“Maybe you should sit down, Al,”
Harry said, suddenly very serious.
Albus sat down with Scorpius on
the sofa and Draco took a seat in the other armchair, silently offering his
support to the pair.
Harry sighed again. “Your- Ginny
sent me the divorce papers this morning. She wants the house, so I decided not
fight and gave it to her. We have plenty of money anyway. However…” He paused,
hesitant about continuing.
“What? What is it?” Albus said,
“Come on, Dad, just say it.”
“She- wants nothing to do with
you, and James is nearly nineteen, but- she plans of fighting for custody of
Lily. Since Lily’s fourteen, she can choose who she wants to stay with though…”
“Then what are you worrying
about?” Draco asked.
“Lily was always really close with
Mum. She’ll probably go with her,” Al said, “What does the rest of the family
think of this? Do they all hate me now, too?”
“No. On the contrary. They’re all
rather disappointed in Ginny. Especially Grandma Molly. She was absolutely
livid when she found out how Ginny acted on the platform,” Harry said, smiling,
“They wanted me to tell you that they’re all behind you one hundred percent.
Even Ron.”
Al sighed in relief. “Thank
Merlin…”
“And… Lily… I don’t know, Al. It’s
hard to tell with her right now. It’s pretty much up to her and- who knows?”
Harry said, “We’ll just have to deal with her choice, right?”
Albus nodded.
“So, you’re staying with Weasley?”
Draco said.
“I’m staying with Ron,
yes,” Harry said smirking, “We’re mature enough to move on to first names,
don’t you think?”
“If you insist…” Draco said, “But…
don’t they have- what? - four children?”
“Five. What’s your point?” Harry
asked.
“I’m not trying to insult them,
but if they’ve already got seven people in their house, won’t it be cramped if
you add three more?” Draco said.
“I’ve got nowhere else to go.
Molly and Arthur are already busy enough without us there,” Harry said.
“I’m trying to say that you should
just stay here. I’ve only got about a hundred spare rooms,” Draco said,
“It wouldn’t be any trouble at all.”
“Are you- sure?” Harry said.
“Can they really?” Albus asked.
Draco nodded.
“I suppose if it’s no trouble…
then I’ll just let Ron and Hermione know that we’ve found another place to
stay,” Harry said, “But just until I find a new house.”
“Of course. Do you think I’d house
a family of Potters forever?” Draco teased, making Harry laugh.
Al smiled, but Scorpius could tell
that he was still worrying about his little sister. He wrapped an arm around
the boy’s waist and pulled him close. Al looked up at the blond in shock.
“They’d have to find out sooner or
later,” Scorpius said.
Al blushed, but nodded and leaned
against him, sighing.
Harry and Draco chuckled. “About
bloody time,” they said.
“Do we need to give you two some
privacy?” Harry teased.
Draco snorted. “According to the
portraits, they got enough privacy last night. Honestly… until you’re old
enough to perform your own Silencing Spells, you should practice some discretion.”
Albus’ face felt like it would
burst into flames. He buried his face in Scorpius’ shoulder.
“Dad…” Scorpius growled.
Harry laughed.
“Sorry, Son, but… it’s your own
fault,” Draco said, then with a sadistic smirk, he added, “You’re the one who
fell for a screamer.”
Harry choked on his brandy. “Al?!
It was Al who was- bloody- I didn’t want to hear that… about my own son…”
Draco laughed. “Grow up. It’s only
sex.”
Al groaned. “Subject change?
Please?”
Scorpius chuckled. “Sorry, Al.
I’ll take it easy on you next time.”
Albus looked up and glared at the
blonde. “There won’t be a next time if you don’t shut your bloody gob,”
he growled.
Scorpius sensed the truth of this
statement and thought it prudent to do as he was told.
“Well!” Harry said, grinning and
standing up, “I’m going to go and get James and Lily. We’ve got to pack and let
people know where we’ll be staying, so we probably won’t be back until late.”
“Alright. See you later, Dad,” Al
said.
Harry waved as he stepped into the
fireplace and disappeared.
“I’m- going to go instruct Mitsy
and Oaklan to prepare three more guest rooms…” Draco said and, with a wink at
his son, left the room.
“Are you angry with me now?”
Scorpius asked.
Al turned his face away and
refused to answer.
“Oh, come on, Al…” Scorpius
sighed, “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said that in front of your dad.”
Still, he got no response.
Scorpius growled. “What would you like
me to say?”
Albus turned back to him, smiling.
“You prat!” Scorpius laughed, “You
weren’t angry at all!”
“No… not really,” he said, kissing
him sweetly, “I just like watching you squirm.”
“I take back what I said earlier,”
Scorpius stated, smirking, “I won’t take it easy on you.”
Al’s eyes widened. “Wh- what do
you mean by that?”
“Just that I’m going to make you
scream even louder tonight,” Scorpius replied.
“You can’t! We can’t!” Al said,
panicking, “My dad’s going to be here! And Lily and- and James! No… I’m
sleeping in my own room tonight.”
“Really?” Scorpius said, pushing
Al backwards on the sofa so that he was lying on top of the boy, “Because I was
hoping to make you feel even better than last night.”
“B- Better?” Al stammered as the
blonde began nibbling on his earlobe.
“Mm-hmm… much better…”
Scorpius purred, trailing kisses across Al’s jaw until he reached his mouth,
where he captured his lips in a hot, demanding kiss.
When they parted, Al was
noticeably flushed, his breath coming in short gasps.
“H- How?” he panted.
“’How’ what?” Scorpius asked,
moving his attention to Albus’ neck and snaking his hands up his shirt.
“How… oh God- how are you- going
to…” Al sucked in a deep breath when Scorpius simultaneously bit his neck and
pinched one of his nipples, “Fuck! How in the hell are you going to top last
night?!”
Scorpius chuckled. “Trust me. That
was barely the tip of the ice-berg…”
Al bit his lip to keep from crying
out when Scorpius ground his hips downward, pressing their erections together.
Even through their clothes, the sensation was electrifying. Scorpius grinned
and stood gracefully.
“But, since you’ll be in your own
room tonight, I guess you’ll just have to satisfy yourself…” he said, walking
out of the room and leaving Al flushed, disheveled, and panting on the sofa.
“Damn it…” he groaned. He simply
laid there for the next ten or fifteen minutes until he felt like he was more
under control. Finally, he stood and went to go find Scorpius.
When the youngest Malfoy was
nowhere to be found, he returned to the stables to spend time with Seafire.
Afterwards, he went to lunch, where Scorpius and Draco were waiting for him.
Scorpius smirked as he entered the dining room.
‘Bloody tease…’ Al thought,
glaring at him.
During the meal, Scorpius made a
point of shooting seductive looks at Al every time the boy met his eye, eating
his food in a very suggestive manner, and running his foot up and down
his leg. By the time lunch was finished, Albus was have a hard time breathing
normally. Or walking normally. He immediately ran to the bathroom where
he took the coldest shower imaginable.
Draco looked at his son, took in
the smug grin and knowing gleam in his eyes, and shook his head. “I don’t even
want to know…”
The day went by painfully slow for
Albus. Just when he’d calm down, Scorpius would come out of nowhere with a
light touch here, a suggestive remark there… at one point Al had a “chance”
encounter with the blonde after he’d just gotten out of the shower. Dressed
only in a towel hanging loosely about his hips.
It didn’t even stop when Albus’
family arrived. By the end of the night, Al was so sexually frustrated that,
when everybody retired to their rooms, he locked his door, turned off the
lights, and banished Ivy and Isis from the room.
When they were gone he stripped
out of his clothes and flopped onto the bed, his hand dropping immediately to
his throbbing erection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began
mimicking Scorpius’ movements from the previous evening. He slung his free arm
over his eyes, both excited and embarrassed by what he was doing. Why
had he gone his entire life without ever doing this?!
He moaned quietly, quickening his
pace until his breath was coming in short, shallow gasps and pants and he was
subconsciously thrusting into his own hand. The images that played in his mind
only added to the blinding, frustrating arousal that had been accumulating
throughout the day. He replayed last night and the encounter in the parlor,
adding to it the subtle advances of the day, then the sight of Scorpius
dripping wet and clad only in a towel, the smug smirk and seductive gleam in
those stormy eyes…
He came then, keening loudly and
all of the pressure of the day was finally released, and sighed the blonde’s
name. As he calmed himself, he lowered his arm and his eyes fluttered open,
focusing first on the canopy of his and then shifting around the room until they
landed on blonde hair, amused blue-grey eyes, and the smug smirk that had been
in his thoughts just moments before.
He gasped, scrambling to cover
himself. “How- how did you get in here? I locked the door.”
“I’m an accomplished lock-pick,”
Scorpius stated, striding over to stand at the foot of the bed. He stopped Al’s
frantic attempts to pull the cover’s up with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Don’t.”
“Why?” Al asked, blushing
brightly.
“I want to see you…” Scorpius
replied, taking in the sight of Albus, bathed in moonlight, “You didn’t
honestly think I’d let you get away from me tonight, did you?”
“B- But… my dad- and…” Al
stammered, slowly moving away from the blonde, crawling backwards until he hit
the headboard, “We can’t. They’ll hear…”
Scorpius smirked, shedding his
clothing. “No, they won’t. I had Mitsy put up a Silencing Spell on your room
before I came in.”
“Really?” Albus said, swallowing
convulsively as Scorpius’ naked form was revealed to him. He felt his cock stir
with renewed interest at the sight.
Scorpius crawled up the bed to Al,
looking ever much like a cat stalking its prey, and kissed him soundly.
“Really. I don’t think I’d be in too good of shape if your brother knew what I
was doing to you in here.”
Al grinned. “Probably not…”
“Thanks for that vote of
confidence…” Scorpius retorted sarcastically.
Al giggled, kissing his forehead.
“Anytime!”
Scorpius smirked and, before Al
could ask what was so amusing, he wrapped his hand around the boy’s half-still
cock. “Now, about that little promise I made earlier…”
Al moaned, biting his lip as
Scorpius teasingly caressed his member, ultra sensitive from the stimulation
he’d already given himself. Soon enough, he was fully aroused and he shifted
slightly, achingly aware of the naked body hovering above his own.
“Please…” he whimpered.
Scorpius leaned in so that his
lips were almost touching Al’s ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
His breath caught in his throat as
the warm breath ghosted over his sensitive ear. “I want to feel you… ”
Scorpius smiled, drawing Albus
downward until he was lying flat on the mattress. Then he pressed his body
flush against the boy’s smaller form, matching the moan it elicited as a
response with one of his own. Al clutched at his upper arms and arched into
him, rubbing their erections together and making them moan again.
“Gods, Al…” Scorpius gasped.
“That,” Al panted, tightening his
grip on Scorpius’ arms, “I want- that. Whatever that was… I want that…”
Scorpius groaned, knowing that,
when Al took that breathless, pleading tone, he had no choice but to acquiesce.
He set a slow pace, thrusting his hips into Al’s while at the same time
attaching his mouth to every bit of sensitive skin he could find, sucking,
biting, licking, and kissing, leaving little red marks as reminders of just who
he belonged to.
Albus was writhing beneath him,
moaning and mewling and begging for more… harder… faster… The pace was torture!
He was sure it was killing him. Finally- finally- Scorpius relented and
began thrusting faster, pushing the both of them higher and higher, toward that
little plateau of ecstasy.
“Ah! Fuck… Scor-pius!”
Al cried out, bordering on screaming as the friction and pressure became
unbearable, “I can’t- I’m gonna-!”
“Not yet… not yet, Al,” Scorpius
panted, kissing his lips gently, “I want us… to come together…”
“Scorpius…” Al mewled, trying his
hardest to hold off. He was breaking out in beaded sweat and trembling with the
effort of it, and Scorpius thought that, if the previous night had been sexy,
then the sight before him now was downright sinful. He could feel himself
teetering on the edge of completion and his thrusts became more forceful,
turning frantic and hurried. Al’s short nails were digging into the flesh of
his upper arms and somewhere in his mind he was vaguely aware of the pain, but
it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the boy beneath him and the elusive,
yet assuredly mind-blowing orgasm that danced just barely out of his reach.
Al felt tears of frustration slip
from the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t hold on for much longer. He leaned
up, kissing Scorpius firmly, biting the other boy’s bottom lip as he pulled
away. He rested his forehead against the blonde’s shoulder, still trembling,
and curled his arms around the strong back, as if trying to anchor himself.
“Please… please… please…” he
whimpered, repeating it like a mantra. He bit down on Scorpius’ shoulder, close
to his neck, and raked his nails down the blonde’s back, squeezing his eyes
shut.
That was it. Scorpius lost it and
came at the same time that Al’s control snapped and the boy screamed Scorpius’
name as he, too, finally climaxed, shuddering almost violently and clinging
tightly to the boy above him. They collapsed onto the bed, uncaring of the
sticky mess on their stomachs and chests, and Scorpius held Al’s still
trembling form, whispering words of affection and approval in his ear.
“Come on, love…” Scorpius said,
keeping his voice low, “We should go clean ourselves up.”
Al shook his head.
“Why not?” Scorpius asked.
“My legs… I don’t think they’ll
move…” he whispered, blushing.
Scorpius chuckled, standing and
pulling on the robe he’d thought to bring with him. “Well, then I’ll just have
to carry you. Because there’s no way we’re sleeping in the state we’re in.”
Al sighed, sitting up and supporting
himself on shaky arms. “I can’t wait until you’re seventeen. Then you can just
wave it away… and there won’t be all of this moving.”
He attempted to get out of the bed
and, just as he’d predicted, his legs gave out beneath him. Scorpius caught him
quickly, smiling, and helped to wrap him in his own robe before picking him up
bridal style with little effort. Al blushed and squealed in surprise.
“What’re you doing?” he asked.
“I said I’d carry you, didn’t I?”
Scorpius replied, grinning at him.
“I didn’t think you were serious…”
Al said.
“Besides, we’re just going over to
my personal bath,” Scorpius said as he pulled the door open and stepped into
the hall.
“Are we sleeping in your room
again, then?” Al asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Only if you want to,” Scorpius
said, situating Albus so that he could open the door to his room, “Doesn’t
matter to me.”
“I like your bed better. It’s
softer…” Al said, smirking impishly, “Maybe I should just bring my things in
here.”
“Prat…” Scorpius said fondly,
kicking the door shut. Neither had been aware of the pair of eyes that had
watched them with shock.
They bathed at a lazy pace, both
just enjoying the relaxing warmth and taking comfort in the other’s company. Al
was still little shy and self-conscious, and kept himself mostly submerged in
the cloudy water. Scorpius, however, was the human embodiment of confidence. Al
took every opportunity to observe Scorpius in the bathtub. The fluid grace of
his movements, the flexing of the muscles in his arms and back as he washed, the
athletic, toned build and masculine features, and the light dusting of fine
blonde hair on his chest, as well as the small trail leading to below the
surface of the water.
He looked up and blushed when he
met Scorpius’ amused gaze. He looked away quickly, embarrassed that he’d been
caught staring. “Sorry…” he muttered, “I just…”
“What?” Scorpius asked.
“I didn’t get to see you very
well- earlier… it was too dimly lit in my room,” Al replied.
“That’s nothing you need to
apologize for,” Scorpius said, grinning.
Al mumbled something, sinking
lower into the water.
Scorpius laughed. “You know… in
all fairness, I didn’t get a very good look at you either.”
Al looked up at him sharply.
“What?”
The blonde smirked. “Stand up. You
don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.”
“But… I’m too skinny…” Al said
quietly, “And- I look like a girl… I’m nowhere near as handsome or sexy as
you.”
“That’s enough, Al!” Scorpius
growled, wading over to him, “You’re perfect. In every sense.”
Al found himself being drawn
upward until the water reached his bellybutton and into a fierce kiss. When
Scorpius pulled away, he blushed again.
“You sneaky bastard…” he hissed
with no real venom.
“Just let me look at you… I’ve
already told that you’re beautiful,” Scorpius said, taking in the slim, lithe
figure, the delicate neck and shoulders, the slim waist, the big green eyes
framed by long, dark lashes, perfect, full lips, currently pouting quite
adorably, and the toned, hairless chest and abdomen. He sighed. “You may not be
big and masculine, but you’re perfect. Exactly as you are.”
Al smiled shyly. “R- Really?”
Scorpius kissed his nose.
“Really…”
“Thanks…” he said, looking down.
It was then that he noticed the little red, crescent shaped marks on the
blonde’s arms and the large, painful looking bite mark on his shoulder. He
gasped, looking up at him. “Did- I do that?”
Scorpius chuckled. “Yeah… don’t
worry about it, though. They don’t even hurt.”
“They look pretty deep…” Al said,
examining them closely, “What about your back? Let me see…”
Scorpius turned around, sighing.
He winced when he heard the startled gasp. “That bad?”
“I’m sorry…” Al said.
Scorpius turned back to face him.
“It’s my own fault for asking you to hold back,” he stated, drawing Al against
his chest, “Besides… I kind of liked it.”
Al blushed, but wrapped his arms
around his boyfriend’s waist. “Masochist…”
Forty minutes and a quick snog later found them lying comfortably in Scorpius’ bed,
Scorpius holding Al tightly in his arms. Al snuggled closer and sighed.
“… love
you, Scorpius,” he whispered quietly.
Scorpius smiled. “I love you,
too.”
~IV~
Well… this is another rather long
chapter, isn’t it? I’m just rocking this whole story! Lol.
Not to sound cocky or anything… ^_^ Please review! Chapter five is nearly ready
to be proof-read and typed up, so be ready! It’s gonna
be a zinger! But only if you REVIEW!
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