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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
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Chapter
9

“You're
arse if a fucking black hole, you know,” Percy said as he lay
staring at the ceiling.

Seamus rolled onto his
side and smirked. Ever since they'd decided to make their
relationship non-exclusive, they got on a lot better. They didn't
talk about everything, but they talked. Had actual
conversations. And since they'd been on vacation together this past
week, Percy had started cussing. Not a lot, just once in a while.
Seamus was sure he was to blame for that. “It's a fecking sexy
black hole,” he joked, idly tracing a finger down Percy's flat
stomach to his half-hard prick. They were both half hard. They spent
more time half turned on and just messing around then they did
anything else. It no longer seemed to matter much that it took them a
while to get each other riled up and just as long to spend that
arousal. They were content to just play about and tease one another
for hours on end if that's what it took. It was just so nice to have
someone to really talk to that the intimacy that had plagued
their entire relationship didn't seem as important anymore. There was
an unspoken promise hanging in the air that neither of them would
think about how that meant they weren't really in love anymore –
at least not until their vacation was well over.

Seamus leaned down for a
soft kiss that Percy opened his mouth to, one arm wrapping about
Seamus' back as Seamus idly toyed with Percy's cock – it may
not be all that impressive in terms of size, but it really was rather
cute – somehow perfectly shaped, and such. He felt guilty about
all those times he called him a 'pencil-prick' behind his back when
he was pissed. And it was rather fun to play with...then again most
pricks were.

“Mn.
Yes. You're 'fucking sexy arse' is a black hole,” Percy
answered dryly, tilting his head to allow Seamus at his throat since
Seamus seemed so damn interested in it at the moment. “It's no
surprise I wasn't able to satisfy you any longer once your body
grew.”

“Well,
your sexy feckin' arse is greedy in its own way, too,” Seamus
quipped. “Impatient. Never let me stretch you properly and I
end up hurting you,” he scolded as he straddled Percy's hips
and rubbed their slightly more interested members together. Mn, that
felt nice. Not as nice as Charlie's porn star cock thrusting into
him, but still pretty damn nice. 'Stop
that. You promised yourself you wouldn't think about Charlie anymore.
He's hardly spoken a word to you in the past eight months.'
Most of the time, Seamus was okay with that. After the holidays, he'd
requested to be transferred to another partner. He claimed it was
just that his Romanian was much better and he felt like he was
slowing Charlie down, that their ways of working were too different,
but he knew it was an act of mercy. He didn't want Charlie to be
miserable, having to look at him day in and day out. Seamus thought
it would be easier for Charlie to move on, find someone who deserved
him, if he made himself scarce. Strange, the way things work out.
Ever since he and Percy had agreed to see other people, he hadn't
been with anyone else at all. Turned out there was only one other
person he wanted, and he didn't want to make Charlie suffer any more
than he already had. He knew Percy couldn't say the same – he
always noticed the little bites and bruises on Percy's skin that he
hadn't put there – but it no longer mattered.

“I...prefer
it that way,” Percy admitted with a slight blush.

“You...like
it to hurt?” Seamus asked, taken aback.

“Just
a little bit,” Percy defended.

“Ya
realize that's completely cracked, yeah?”

Percy nodded, “...but
so is your fascination with...excessively-sized toys. Is Charlie
really so big that normal-sized toys no longer satisfy you?”

They fell silent, their
playful rubbing coming to an abrupt halt at the mention of Charlie's
name. Percy had known since the night his brother had hospitalized
him, but it was a taboo subject, something that they simply didn't
discuss. Seamus didn't realize until right this moment that Percy
knew just who he'd been shagging. Even if he did realize it, it was
still forbidden.

Seamus sat up and threw
his legs over the side of the bed. “So, you knew, huh?”
'Fuck. I was doing so well. I haven't been all girly about it in
months now, so why...just one mention of his name and I...Merlin, I
miss him...' He managed to force an embarrassed smile of his own.

Percy sat up and gently
caressed Seamus' arm. “It's alright. We agreed. I don't mind if
you're shagging him.” He hadn't meant to bring it up because he
knew it would bring a dark cloud over their so far very pleasant
holiday. He kissed Seamus' shoulder.

“I'm
not,” Seamus answered. “I was. We haven't really talked,
you know, since Christmas.”

Percy heard something in
Seamus' tone that echoed in the pit of his stomach. He tried to
imagine fighting with George for that long, and didn't think he'd be
able to hold it together. George...'Shite. I thought I wasn't
going to think about him on this trip.' Or the way George raged
and screamed about the fact this vacation was happening at all, the
way he glared as if he'd never forgive him. Eventually, they'd made
up with a particularly brutal shag just before he left, and George
accepted that his older brother just 'needed some time away'. But he
didn't sound happy about it. After the first two days, the fruity
booze and near constant state of nudity had Percy forgetting all of
his troubles – until he stupidly went and mentioned Charlie's
name.

“He'll
come around,” he said at last as he got up and lowered himself
to his knees, nudging Seamus' thighs apart. A blow job, he thought,
would make for a good distraction and get the romantic mood back.

Seamus sighed softly as
his lover wrapped his lips around him and caressed his thighs. He
laid back against the mattress, opening his legs fully to the
onslaught. “Perce...” he pleaded quietly.

“Which
one?” Percy asked. “The favorite?” No matter how
many different things they tried, the phallus Seamus had taken inside
of him the first time – the one that was (unbeknownst to Percy)
remarkably Charlie-sized – remained his preference.

“Please,”
he begged breathlessly, pulling his thighs in toward his chest and
groaning softly as the large toy was slid into him and Percy
continued to suck him off. He got riled up quickly this time,
ignoring the fact that, as he closed his eyes and let his breath come
out in naturally short rasps, Percy wasn't the Weasley he was
imagining between his legs.

***

Charlie blinked at the
tousled red-head standing on his doorstep. “George?” he
yawned. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Four
twelve in the morning,” George answered frankly. “And...”
he looked at his watch, “thirty-seven seconds. Thirty-eight.
Thir-”

“I
get the point,” Charlie waved irritably. “Come on in,
then.” He flopped blearily on the couch. George had interrupted
a great dream. It was a dream in which the past eight months had
never happened. It was Christmas Eve again, and Seamus was splayed
out beautifully on his bed, naked, save the red velvet ribbon tied
tightly about his prick and the candy-striped handcuffs fastening him
to the headboard. There was a half-eaten box of chocolates and a
bottle of champagne on the stand beside the bed that dream-Charlie
was sure were laced with something special as his beautiful lover
encouraged him to indulge a bit in that intoxicating accent with a
jovial smile and warm eyes. He'd just been getting to the good part –
spreading Seamus's creamy thighs and positioning himself – when
George's incessant bell-ringing woke him. Now that Seamus had
transferred to partner up with Marik and enrolled in those Romanian
classes in the evening at the local muggle university, Charlie's
fantasies were all he had. He was loathe to interrupt them for
anyone. Lucky for George he was family. That meant something. “Well?”
he asked after a stretch of silence.

“They're
in the fucking Spanish Riviera, you know,” George griped.
“Probably naked. Doing things.”
He pulled his feet up toward his chest and hugged them, shoes on the
couch.

Charlie frowned. “It's
not really any of my business what they do, George. Seamus made his
choice. I wasn't it. I've got no ground to stand on after that.”
He hadn't talked to Seamus after that. There was no point. First
Christmas, and then frenching Percy in the hospital. He swapped
partners out almost immediately when they got back to Romania.
Actions speak louder than words, and Charlie figured Seamus' actions
were a fucking siren. Hazard. Do not approach. Extremely Volatile –
that sort of thing.

George scoffed in
annoyance. “The only thing they fucking chose was not to choose
at all,” George snapped. “You were supposed to
understand how I feel. I thought you'd definitely...”

“George,
are you drunk?”

“Hammered,”
George admitted. “Have been for a week and a half. Don't even
puke no more, or slur much. Think my body's getting used to it.”

A week and a half.
Exactly the amount of time Seamus had been away on vacation. Charlie
knew what that meant and sighed, pulling George against him in a
one-armed embrace. George instantly buried his face in Charlie's
shoulder. “You were supposed to fight harder,” George
muttered into Charlie's aged t-shirt.

“I
don't want to be the one who makes him cry, is all. Getting older, I
guess. Being more careful about picking my battles.” He sighed
softly. Having George here only drove home just how much he missed
Seamus. He hadn't had anyone over since then. He went out to lunch
with Bill a few times, but no one came to his place. He didn't want
anyone there. Sometimes when it was quiet, he could still pretend he
heard Seamus laughing, telling some story about a family member, or
moaning his name. It was like a ghost he lived with. He didn't want
the presence of others to scare it off. “What did you mean when
you said they 'chose not to choose'?”

“He
didn't tell you?” George laughed bitterly. “Little Irish
twat - “

“George,”
Charlie warned. “That's the man I love you're talking about.
Watch the name-calling.”

“...anyway,
Seamus gave Percy the out,” George muttered. “Told him
they didn't have to be mongamish.”

“Monogamous,
you mean?”

“That's
what I said, innit?”

Charlie sighed and pet
George's hair. “Yeah, that's what you said, alright,” he
lied.

“So
Perce, he comes home from the hoshpital like he's got the answer to
everything, like life's just peachy. Says he can't be messing with me
when he's supposed to meet his stupid boyfriend
anymore, but that it's good for us. Tries to tell me that as long as
he has someone, no one will ever suspect us.
Tries to tell me it's okay now. Tries...” George choked on his
own words as he fought tears that Charlie was sure he'd been fighting
for months. “...shite, Charlie. I...he's mine.
My
brother. My
lover. My everything.
Why
do I have to share? Why? Why am I not enough?”

“George,”
Charlie said softly, caressing his brother's hair and letting him cry
it out. Somehow, at four in the morning with George sobbing on his
shoulder like this, he lost the part of him that thought words like
'incest' and reminded him how wrong it was that Percy and George had
been shagging for years now. All he could see was that his kid
brother was in love, and it was painful enough that it was breaking
him. It didn't matter much about the details. There were no rules
about love. There never had been. An easy thing to forget when you
were on the outside looking in.

“I
thought you'd definitely fight,” George eventually snapped at
him. “You were supposed to fight, convince that guy that what
he really wanted all along was you and to stop fucking around with my
Percy. It's the only reason I've held it together this long. I
thought you were just biding your time. So why the fuck aren't you
fighting, Charlie?!”

“Percy's
my brother, George. I nearly killed him the last time. He could be
dead.
When
he was in the hospital, Ron convinced me to go talk it out with him,
said he'd been asking for me.”

“Askin'
like mad. He was worried sick. He figured it all out. He wanted to
talk to you about it, but he
suddenly showed up and ruined everything.”

“I
went. I opened the door. And they were kissing. I had this moment
where I was ready to kill him all over again. Loving someone enough
that you're willing to kill your own brother over it, I just...I
can't live that way, so I let him go. ” Charlie choked on the
last words. George was crying. The last thing he needed was the
person he'd come to for support to end up in tears too. “I had
to let him go.” His voice quivered and he cursed the weakness
in it that he just couldn't hide when Seamus was involved.

“Fuck
you,” George declared, sitting up in a sudden fit of anger.
“Fuck you, Char. You're all talk. Are you listening to
yourself? You're turning into a mini-fucking Bill. Shite, even Bill
got over his drama and is now having his happily ever after fairy
tale bullshit love life, and you're sitting here shitting all over
the whole love issue because you're a goddamn chicken.
Aren't you the one who was always saying that love has no rules, that
you just have to go with it and see where it leads? I took those
words to heart, you know. And because I did, I had Percy. Really had
him. And Perce...he loves
me.
Really fucking loves
me, but he's shagging this guy he can barely even get it up for, and
for what?
Because you don't have the fucking balls to steal him! It's retarded,
Char. I may be in love with my own brother, but you're
fucking mental. Where
did my good-time big brother go? Who's this loser you replaced him
with?!” he demanded, beating against Charlie's chest with weak,
half-clenched fists. “Don't you...don't you understand that
none of us will ever
be happy if we keep letting them fuck it all up over some deluded
sense of loyalty to a relationship that ain't been right since Percy
graduated Hogwarts? It's stupid!” He screamed out his
frustration. “It's all so fucking stupid! It's so stupid I
can't even think of a sarcastic joke about it.” He fell limply
against Charlie's chest again, and his breath evened out as he lost
consciousness.

Charlie opened his mouth,
but then rolled his eyes and pet George's hair, deciding to let his
brother sleep it off a while. He must have been holding in that
tantrum for months, and Charlie was the only person he could throw it
at.

'No rules? Easy to say
it, isn't it? Easier to say than it is to mean.' Charlie
had thought he'd been in love. Dozens of times. He'd always been the
type to fall hard and fast, but he'd also been the type to fall out
of love just as easily as he fell into it. He thought that that's how
it was with love, but now that he'd fallen for Seamus he couldn't
help but wonder if he'd ever experienced real love before. He smirked
to himself, finding it terribly amusing that he'd given all this
great advice to his siblings about their various love interests, that
he'd always been right, and that it turned out he'd just been talking
out of his arse the whole time. But the minute cheer quickly faded as
George's tantrum returned to him. '...don't you understand
that none of us will ever be happy if we keep letting them fuck it up
all over some deluded sense of loyalty to a relationship that ain't
been right since Percy graduated Hogwarts?'
It's true that before he knew it was Percy, Charlie thought that he
was a loser who wasn't good enough to kiss the ground that Seamus
walked on. The fact that it was Percy hadn't changed his general
opinion much if he was honest with himself. It just made things much
more complicated. He loved his brother, really he did. But Percy was
a prat. His biggest talents were making everyone around him miserable
and just being generally stupid about life in general because his
head was shoved so far up his arse he spent 98% of his time walking
around in the dark wondering why he kept bumping into things. If this
was left in Percy's hands, then George was right, there was no way
any of them would get out of it in one piece.

'...but what am I
supposed to do to fix it? Planning really isn't one of my virtues.
I'm rowdy and impulsive. I've always been the type of guy to just go
with my gut. Right then, so...Gut, what is it you're trying to tell
me, huh?'

His stomach rumbled and
he laughed a bit, putting his hand on his notably diminished belly.
“You can't think on an empty stomach either, huh? Alright, I
guess we'd better make some breakfast, hm?”

He gently lowered George
onto the couch and pulled a blanket up over his shoulders before
padding into the kitchen. He cracked open an ale first, and guzzled
it down before cracking open a second, which he drank more slowly as
he rummaged around for something that could serve as breakfast. A
true bachelor, he settled for spell-heating some Chinese take-out,
and once that was down his gullet moved onto half a box of two-day
old donuts, a carton of cheese crackers, and another ale. Last one,
he told himself. Then he'd make some tea. He hadn't eaten like this
in months. He didn't know why he was suddenly so famished when he'd
had no appetite to speak of for the better part of the year. He just
had this feeling that he was going to need his energy today.

About ten minutes later
he found himself shaking George awake. George opened his eyes
blearily and was about to say something when his stomach rioted and
he made a dash for the bathroom – crashing into the wall beside
the door on the way. When he stumbled back out, pale and blatantly
hungover, all he managed was “Whu--?”

Charlie
shot a breath-freshening charm at his brother's face and pulled him
back over to the couch. He felt so...bouncy. Energetic. He hadn't
felt that way in a long while. “Georgy, do you know where
in the Spanish Riviera?”

George struggled to get
his brain working through the booze and lack of sleep. “Nngh.
There's a place. Villas in...blast...Costa del Sol somewhere.
Uh...Nuruba, or shite...Nejia, that's not it either, damn...I know
it. I wanted to go with Percy sometime. It's...ah...”

“Nerja?”
Charlie offered.

“Yeah,
that's it. There are these cliff-side villas you can rent out not far
from muggle-Nerja. Lots of sun, sand, nude beaches.” He started
to sulk again. “I was trying to get Percy to go with me for
years,
and now he's there with that little...” he trailed off because
he remembered not to insult the person that Charlie loved if he
wanted help. He didn't really have anything against Seamus,
personally. He wouldn't hate him at all if he wasn't with Percy, but
that alone gave him cause to absolutely despise the tiny Irishman.

Charlie was silent for a
long time. This impulse of his...what it added up to was actually
just a really bad idea. In fact, as far as hair-brained schemes went,
he was pretty sure this one was the worst yet, but slightly buzzed
from the alcohol and with his kid brother – who had had damn
well enough to cry about with his twin dying and all that rot –
on the verge of tears again, he knew he had to do something, not just
for George, but for all of them. He figured it would either go really
well, or be a complete disaster. His instincts rarely ever led to
anything in between. “Go get yourself cleaned up while I make
up some really convincing lie about a family emergency to owl to my
boss,” he told his brother.

“Charlie,
we're not...”

“Yeah.”

“But
that's mad, even for you.”

Charlie
shrugged and downed the rest of his ale. “Yeah, well, if you
wanted a good plan,
you came to the wrong brother. Bill's the one with good
plans. Bad plans are my specialty,
and you damn well know it, Georgy.”

“You
sure you wanna crash, though?” George asked. He'd been dying
for this, but now that it was actually going to happen he had a bad
feeling that he'd only ever associated with Fred's schemes before
now.

“No,
but if I don't do it now, I probably never will. Have your wand
ready, a'ight?”

“For
what?”

“To
stupefy me if I go ballistic again. Don't you dare hesitate or I
might really end up killing your boyfriend.” It was easier to
refer to Percy as George's boyfriend than he thought it ought to be.

It was George's turn to
give Charlie his best comforting embrace. “You're a
life-preserver, Char. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,
well,” Charlie smirked, ruffling George's long, messy hair.
“Let's just hope nobody comes along to pop me, hm? I'm stuffed
up with junk food and booze. It won't be pretty.”
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