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It's Complicated	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2710 -:- 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
- 5
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Chapter
6

Christmas
Day

His hands were shaking.
He knew it and wondered if Percy was going to make any snide comments
as he held around his boyfriend's digits with an iron grip, staring
at Bill and Viktor's small house from the vantage point of a nearby
hill.

Last night, he hadn't
offered any protests about how he 'really shouldn't' even though he
and Charlie both knew they would in spite of whatever Seamus had to
say about it. When Charlie put down his take-out container and leaned
over, licking some sauce off of the corner of Seamus' mouth and
leading that into a kiss, which led into lowering Seamus to the
ground, Romanian lessons forgotten and clothes strewn across the
apartment, Seamus didn't say anything at all, and when they lay sated
together, for the first time in ages, Seamus didn't burst into those
annoyingly girlish tears of guilt. He didn't want Charlie's last good
memory of him to end with tears. It seemed stupid now, but at the
time it had seemed terribly important.

Percy gave his hand a
reassuring squeeze. He didn't know which of them he was trying to
reassure more. “You don't smile anymore,” Percy said
quietly.

That's right, Seamus
realized. He used to smile, and laugh, and tell all these stupid
stories. He'd been the guy who made people's day shine a little
brighter. Where had that Seamus gone? He forced an impish
smile. “Missing the old me?”

“You
were happier then,” Percy answered. “I was just wondering
if I should be blaming myself.”

“Don't
bother,” Seamus answered, finding his voice curiously flat as
they walked toward the house. “I don't blame you for missing
the old me. I miss him too.”

***

“Where
do you want the, uhm...” Charlie looked at the platter and
tilted his head curiously. “...lumpy pastries.”

Bill shot him a glare.
“They'll taste fine,” he said from the stove.

“I
vill take them to the living room,” Viktor said. “You are
a guest. You should not vork on your holiday.”

“Nonsense,”
Bill said. “Charlie's not a guest. He's family.”

“I'll
remember that the next time you're at my place,” Charlie joked
over his shoulder, “and let you clean the bathroom. This place
is spotless.
You man not be mum in the kitchen, but you make a damn fine Mr. Maid,
Bill.”

“I'll
kick you,” Bill warned.

“Aren't
you too busy mashing potatoes? You're not letting him near the roast,
are you, Viktor? I'm not one for raw meat.”

“I
vill check it,” Viktor answered as he balanced two trays of
snacks on his forearm.

“Not
you too,” Bill griped. “I can make you sleep on the
couch, Vik.”

“No.
You cannot. Your brother George has already claimed it.”

“When
did George get here?”

“Half
an hour ago. I think he is teaching Kalina spells that I vould rather
she didn't know,” Viktor frowned at the mention of his younger
sister and shuffled out to arrange food on the coffee table in the
living room.

The door swung closed
behind him and Bill took the opportunity to change the topic.
“Percy's bringing a date, you know,” he said. He knew
Charlie wouldn't be able to resist the gossip.

“He
is?” Charlie asked with a grin. “Do I know them? Girl or
guy?” Charlie and Bill had been joking amongst themselves for a
while now that Percy was 'so far in the closet he's nearly coming out
the other side.'

“He
didn't say.”

“And
you didn't ask,” Charlie sulked a bit. “You're really
getting boring in your old age, Bill.”

“I'm
not getting boring. It's his business. You'll know soon enough, won't
you?”

“Patience
isn't one of my virtues,” Charlie griped.

“Which
is probably the reason you're still single.”

“I'll
have you know I've been totally monogamous since New Year's Eve,”
Charlie announced as if it was a glowing accomplishment before
adding. “Now if only I can get him to dump his loser boyfriend
I'll have someone to bring home for the holidays too.”

“...you
know, Charlie, you had me until that second half.”

“What,
the guy's an arse! Treats him like shite. He deserves way better.”

“And
that's you, huh?”

“Are
you implying I wouldn't be a good boyfriend?” Charlie quipped.

“Have
you ever even been
a boyfriend?”

Charlie waved it off as
if it were a minor point. “How hard can it possibly be?”

Before Bill could answer,
there was a clatter and a ruckus from the next room.

***

Ron stood abruptly,
knocking into Viktor, who ended up with 'lumpy pastry' all over his
chest. He looked from Seamus to Percy, to their joined hands, then
did so again, gaping.

“He.
You. He...” he stumbled out his shock. “But.”
Smooth, Ron, so smooth.

After a moment of stunned
silence, Harry smirked in amusement. “That's Ron for, 'Hey,
Seamus, how's it going? And by the way, how long have you been dating
my brother?'” he joked. He was rather used to Ron's shocked
exclamations at this point. Ever since his best friend passed out
when he walked in on Harry snogging Snape, it had become rather a
source of amusement.

“Er,
you know, a while...” Seamus answered awkwardly.

“Close
your mouth, Ron. I'm allowed to date,” Percy said tightly.

Ron obediently snapped
his mouth shut as the initial shock wore off. “But, you never
date,” he argued as he fell back into his seat.

Bill and Charlie came out
of the kitchen just as Viktor was pulling his younger sister's hand
down from waving in front of George's face. “Kalina, stop. That
is rude.”

“But
he's just staring,
Viktor!
And he snapped his vand in half! I think he broke.”

“Come
into the kitchen. Ve need more snacks.” Seeing as the current
batch was all over the floor. “You can help me get them.”

“You
just vant me out of the room,” she sulked. “I'm ten!
There are two digits in my age. I am big enough for grown up things
now.”

“You
vill not be big enough for those for a vhile yet,” Viktor
chided as he tugged her into the other room past Bill lowly mumbling
something about 'personal, family things' and not being nosy.

Bill quirked a brow. That
guy again. He put all the facts together almost instantly, and turned
a sharp gaze onto his stockier brother, who looked as if he'd turned
to stone. “Charlie?” he whispered.

Charlie forced a cheerful
smile. “Sorry,” Charlie said. “Bathroom. I think I
had too much egg nog.” He was thankful for the way his mum was
cheerfully greeting Seamus and bubbling about Percy finally coming
out. He heard Percy protest, and Molly just shushed him by saying 'a
mother always knows these things.'

He managed to dodge
Seamus' gaze as he hurried upstairs and rushed to the end of the
hall, bowing his head over the toilet and losing the contents of his
stomach violently. His hands shook. Percy? The loser boyfriend was
Percy?!! He'd spent the past year shagging his kid brother's
boyfriend? Not just shagging but...loving. And Seamus never thought
to tell him?

He let out a shaky breath
and wiped a hand over his mouth, sitting back against the cool blue
tile wall to collect himself. 'Merry Christmas, Char. Fuck you.'
He raked his fingers back through his hair and cussed. What was he
supposed to do now? Was he supposed to hate Seamus? Beat on Percy for
being such a shite lover to stand the Irishman up in the first place?
Should he let Seamus go, knowing that the relationship with Percy
made him miserable? Or should he be encouraging Percy to fix
whatever's wrong so they could both be happy?

There was a knock on the
door. “Char?”

Fuck. Ron. “M'fine.
I dipped into the pastries. Don't think they were cooked all the
way,” he answered. “Be out in a minute.”

“Don't
fuck around, Char,” Ron said seriously. “Let me in. What
was that about, just now?”

“Isn't
that like telling a fish not to swim?” Charlie answered, but
his joke came off more bitter than he intended it to.

“I'm
gonna break down this fucking door if you don't open up.”

Charlie sighed and
reached up to turn the knob. “You're a stubborn git, Ron. You
know that, right?” He knew he must look a mess. He couldn't
guarantee he wasn't going to puke again.

Ron lowered himself down
next to his brother. “What was that about, Char?” he
repeated.

“I'm
a stupid arsehole, Ron. That's all.”

Ron punched his arm. He
knew it hurt his fist more than Charlie's bulging bicep, but it got
Charlie's attention. “Spill it,” he demanded.

Charlie did. He didn't
know why he did, but he told Ron about how he'd found Seamus drinking
himself into a stupor on New Year's Eve and how he'd been shagging
him ever since even though he knew he had someone. He told him how
much he'd liked Seamus – though he didn't use the word 'love' –
and how he'd just found out the guy he'd been calling a loser for a
year was Percy. How Seamus had never told him, but how he was always
more upset than he ought to be after they'd been together. “Guess
I know why, now. I thought he was just the sensitive sort.”

Ron had never considered
Seamus 'the sensitive sort' and said so. He told Charlie a bit about
the Seamus he remembered – the perpetual prankster, always
passionate, always ready with some stupid analogy or story about his
family. Always laughing.

“I
wish I knew that side of him,” Charlie answered. “I bet
he has a great laugh.” He sighed and raked his hands through
his hair again. “What am I going to do, Ron? If I'm a good
brother, I'll just let it go, huh. But...”

He trailed off and Ron
finished the sentence for him. “But as a good lover, you can't
sit back and watch Seamus suffer in a relationship that's no good for
him. That's what you're thinking, right?”

Charlie sighed and
slumped a bit more. It really didn't help him to keep secrets if both
Bill and Ron knew him way too damn well. He knew if Bill wasn't busy
hosting a Christmas Party, he'd have a brother on either side. “I'm
gonna be sick,” Charlie blurted before rushing forward to hang
over the toilet again.

Ron made a disgusted face
but waited until he was done and calm again to give Charlie's
shoulder a squeeze. “You'll manange this the way you manage
everything else, Char – do exactly what you want, and to hell
with the consequences. That's your style, right?”

Charlie couldn't help a
soft laugh. “When did you grow up so much, huh?” he
replied, mussing his brother's hair. “You're right though. I
guess Bill's the one who frets all the little details. It's not
really one of my talents.”

“So...?”
Ron asked, trying to figure out what Charlie was going to do.

Charlie shrugged, pushing
to his feet and heading to the sink to clean up. He helped himself to
Bill's mouth-washing potion. He stared at his mussed reflection in
the mirror and used his fingers to comb out some of the mess he'd
made of his hair. “So...I'll figure it out as I go, I guess,”
he answered. “You're right, all this thinking things through
shit is for the birds. Bill slept on my couch for months on end –
I guess some of his bad habits wore off on me.”

“Bad
habits?” Ron smirked. “You mean a sense of
responsibility, constantly making big plans, fussing over your
siblings too much, and doing your laundry on a schedule?”

“Well,
I was referring to chasing after unattainable guys,” Charlie
quipped with a playful wink, “but I guess all those other ones
apply too.”

“Yeah,
well, Bill attained him, didn't he?” Ron noted.

“Yeah,
well...I've been trying to live up to Bill's example my whole life,
haven't I? Nothing new there.” He checked his reflection in the
mirror. “How do I look?”

“Like
you haven't combed your hair in a week,” Ron joked.

“Perfect.”
He took a deep breath. “Now let's just pray I can get through
this day without breaking anyone's nose.”

“Then
lay off the eggnog. Harry slipped some extra booze in to try to
loosen Snape up a bit.”

Charlie grinned. “Good
ol' Harry. Christmas wouldn't be the same if the nog wasn't spiked.”

“Charlie,
you really shouldn't...”

“Drink
until I pass out?” Charlie asked with a smirk. “I do it
every Christmas. Nice to have a good reason for a change.”
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