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Queer
As Wizard
By Iris Wood

Part
1

Disclaimer:
Percy and Oliver do not belong to me, alas not. No disrespect is
meant to Rowling. Queer as Folk is my favorite series, and no
disrespect meant there.

Warning:
Serious slash here. It's my first time writing with the intent to
post and have other people read. Hope you like my Percy/Oliver
slash!

When
Percy Weasley is the prime candidate for the Minister of Magic, he is
outed by the newspaper. In a future where the war has long been over,
saved by the savior and his partner, gays are still in the closet,
because discrimination is as strong as ever. Can Percy overcome the
discrimination of a world with the passion and help of his partner,
Oliver Wood?

Chapter 1 Waking up to Out

Half
awake, Oliver Wood reached out in search of his bedmate. Not making
contact, the Captain of the Chudley Cannons groggily opened his eyes.
Only wrinkled sheets and a thrown back cover greeted Oliver, but no
Percy Weasley. Oliver rolled onto his other side to read the clock:
"It's Sunday, you don't need to be up this early." Little
light shown through the curtained windows illuminating a slice of the
floor. It was enough light to see that Percy was not in the
room.

Stretching silently, the brunette Keeper threw back the
covers and slid his feet to the floor. Dressed only in sleep pants,
he stood up stretching again. Not bothering with a robe, Oliver
treaded over the soft carpeted floor.

Oliver walked past the
few pictures kept in the bedroom, none of which were in direct view
of either the bed nor the door.

The biggest picture was of the
Weasley clan; their numbers have grown from the family of nine to
nineteen people, with both losses and gains. Only one elder Weasley
survived, Molly Weasley, with graying hair and wrinkles; Arthur had
been killed before the start of the 'official' war. Charlie had
gotten married many years ago to Mina and they had a daughter Lucy,
who is a third year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Bill and his son, Thomas,
a first year Gryffindor; Thomas's mother died in childbirth. Percy
and his partner, Oliver Wood. Fred and George, both of whom had never
gotten married. Ron and his wife Hermione along with their seven year
old twins, Ariel and Dean, and three year old daughter Pearl. Ginny
along with her partner Tanya Harker of six years. Plus Harry Potter,
with his partner, Draco Malfoy, both of whom had been unofficial part
of the family for many years. The Weasley clan were always in motion:
playing with the kids, admonishing twins, embracing of partners, and
the coming and going of various members. This picture of the Weasley
clan had been taken within the past year.

Oliver's favorite
picture is of himself and Percy in Oliver's hometown; they were
relaxing against a tree along a lake. Currently, the Percy and Oliver
of the picture were involved in a very intense snog with Percy on
top. It was taken shortly before the 'official' start of the war
against Voldemort.

However, the war had unofficially been
waged by the Order of the Phoenix three years before the fool
declared war. Both Percy and Oliver had been operatives with the
Order. Percy had worked directly with the great deceased Albus
Dumbledore. Oliver had a less active role, he had passed information
from various contacts across the world to the Order.

The
'official' war lasted five long years before Harry Potter and Draco
Malfoy killed the infrastructure of the Death Eaters and then killed
of the Dark Lord himself. Many casualties were felt across the world,
including Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley's lover and mother to his son,
Jeanne Godwil, and Hermione Granger-Weasley suffered a
miscarriage.

Opening the bedroom door, Oliver noticed that
every curtain in their house had been drawn tightly shut. Finally
noticing a light in the kitchen, Oliver went in search of his
partner. He saw him from the back.

Percy Weasley was perched
on the edge of his seat reading intently the Daily Prophet. Also only
clad in sleep pants, he had grown into his once lithe frame. His
vision had corrected itself as he aged. His once pale skin had taken
on a more tan complexion and he had lost his freckles. Only in his
most serious mood could one see the lines from the stress of the war
around his eyes. Eight years had passed since the end of the
war.

Silently, Oliver stepped up behind his partner. He
slipped his arms around Percy and kissed the side of his
cheek.

"Morning love, couldn't sleep?" Oliver asked
him.

Percy hardly turned his attention away from his paper and
kissed Oliver on his cheek.

A few seconds later, Oliver let
go, realizing that until Percy finished reading his article, Oliver
would be more of a distraction. Oliver was okay with that, as long as
it didn't happen too often. After all, Percy Weasley was favored in
the election of the Minister of Magic position. Oliver knew that this
dream had always been in the back of Percy's head through the war and
afterward.

Oliver walked over to the counter and magicked some
coffee. After whispering a cooling spell, Oliver walked over to the
kitchen window to open it.

"No, Oliver, don't open the
curtains!" Percy cried out , dropping his paper and rushing to
take Oliver's hand instead.

Puzzled, Oliver asked: "Percy,
what's wrong?"

Fully aware, Percy led Oliver, who spilled
half his coffee in the three steps to the table. Percy took Oliver's
cup and gulped the coffee.

"Read this," Percy
gasped, folding the paper to the article in question: Prime Candidate
in Minister Race is Queer.

"Holly shit!" were
Oliver's first words as he saw the length of the article and to be
continued coverage over the week and another big article in next
Sunday's paper.

Percy thrust a new coffee into Oliver's hand.
"Of all things. At all times."

Oliver drank the
coffee needing the heat and sudden rush. Putting the cup down, he
reached out and took a hold of Percy's hand to read the article.
Apparently some two bit photographer had gotten a picture of the two
of them dancing and kissing under the stars at a local park. Photo
was not included in the article, but it was verified to be Percy
Weasley with the Captain of the Chudley Cannons, Oliver Wood. The
article went in detail into the schooling of Percy Weasley; next
Sunday's article, the war hero Percy Weasley, and in the future
weeks, his rise into the Ministry.

It took Oliver ten minutes
to read the entire article.

Placing the article down, Oliver
placed a kiss onto Percy's hands.

"Nothing will come of
this," Oliver attempted to reassure. Not very well
though.

"Oliver, this could ruin my entire candidacy and
maybe everything," Percy sadly said.

"What makes you
so sure?" Oliver asked with hope in his voice.

"Because
three fifths of the wizarding community insist that Harry and Draco
were just good friends. One fifth deny that Draco was even involved
with the fall of Voldemort, and only one fifth accepted the
relationship. That's why!" Percy exclaimed.

Oliver pilled
Percy into a tight hug.

"They'll never accept me,"
Percy whispered. "The thought was always in the back of my mind:
what about when they ask about my wife? Do I say that I'm in a
domestic partnership with the handsome Oliver Wood, captain of the
Chudley Cannons, whom I love very much?"

Oliver lightly
smiled. He pulled Percy onto his lap and held on tight.

"I
love you so much, you know that," Oliver whispered back.

Percy
leaned in to kiss him very tenderly.

"Maybe it's time for
a new strategy, run an out campaign. I'll be the perfect wife,"
Oliver growled.

"To hell with them, to hell with all of
them," Percy said, kissing his neck.

Their arousals
between them were fully awakened.

"Say we go back to
bed?" Percy suggested with more then just words.

Oliver
wrapped his arms around Percy, who wrapped his legs around Oliver. He
lifted Percy up, Percy in the process snuggling Oliver's neck. Oliver
carried him back up to the stairs and deposited him on the bed.
Kissing up his neck, Oliver kneaded the muscles of Percy's shoulders.

Percy
turned his head to claim Oliver's lips. Staring up into the eyes of
his lover, he knew that if it came down to it, Oliver is more
important than politics. He reached up and wrapped his arms around
Oliver pulling him down on top of him, scratching little lines down
his side. “I love you,” he said, claiming the mouth above
him.

Oliver
ran a hand down the exposed side of Percy, thoroughly enjoying the
kiss. When it broke, Oliver bumped his nose against Percy's and
responded, “Ditto.”

“If
it comes down to it, I would choose you over politics any day.”
Percy placed his hands down on Olivers hips.

Oliver
lifted himself up, pulling himself to sit on Percy's still covered
legs. “This is your life aspiration, Perc, I want you to keep
running and like I said,” he ran a hand down over the straining
covered erection below him, “I'll be the perfect political
wife.”

Percy
found himself arching up into the touch, loving the weight of Oliver
on his legs.

Oliver
dropped and nibbled a path up Percy's chest. He swirled around each
nipple and connected the few freckles Perc had on his chest, as if he
were completing a connect the dot. He nibbled from his collar bone up
his neck, traced the shell of his right ear, and ended with a
connection of lips and tongues.

Percy
swirled his hips, trying to touch Oliver's own covered arousal
through his own light flannel pants. He reached up and tugged on
Oliver's pants. “Off” was all he said.

Oliver
was glad to oblige and after Oliver managed to get them off, Percy
moved and pushed Oliver down on to the bed. Before Oliver could move,
Percy put his lips over the head of Oliver's arousal. Oliver made a
small noise similar to a growl. The sound made Percy open his mouth
and accept the length of him in. He looked up at Oliver, still
sucking silently, only to see his favorite sight, the way Oliver's
breaths come in short gasps and his eyes shut.

Oliver
reached down and grabbed a hold in Percy's red locks. He pulled at
the red head; it was a game they played, he tugged on the foreskin
and swirled his tongue over the head while maxamizing the length, and
Percy liked the added touch of pain.

With
an audible pop, Percy let go of the erection, a small saliva precum
drip at the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward and claimed the
lips of his lover in a wild kiss, letting Oliver taste himself.

“How
come you are still wearing pants?” Oliver said tugging on
Percy's pants.

Percy
pushed himself up on his elbows, “Because I wear the pants in
this relationship.”

Oliver
laughed and Percy joined in. After a second, he stood up and pulled
his pants off. As quick as a snitch, he slipped himself back down on
top of Oliver. He wanted every inch of them to touch, his own arousal
dueling with Olivers.

Oliver
scratched Percy on the side, tracing the ribs and a set of muscles
there. He reached up and again claimed the mouth above him, staring
into Perc's eyes and then softly closing his own. Oliver felt a
blindfold slip over his closed eyes. He could still feel Percy's
hands on his body, and automatically knew Percy had used magic to get
it there. Once the kiss broke, Oliver spoke, “I knew there was
a perk to sleeping with the head of the class.”

Instead
of answering, Percy got off Oliver and maneuvered himself into a 69
position, rubbing his own erection over Oliver's lips. Oliver sucked
on the tip and swirled his tongue around it.

“Now
you are sucking the head of the class.” Percy quipped as he
started to lick up the shaft of Oliver's penis as if it was an ice
cream melting in the heat. Licking outward, he nuzzled the inner
thigh area of his right leg. Percy encountered no hair because Oliver
kept his area clean shaved; Percy returned the favor and kept his own
fresh and smooth. After tracing around the base of the penis, Percy
inhaled the scent of his partner's warmth and manliness; he loved the
pure Oliver smell, something so primeval about it. He took the
erection into his mouth and played with it with his tongue and cheek,
giving a whole new meaning to tongue in cheek.

Oliver
could barely take the diameter into his mouth. Percy's arousal was
wide, but no longer than the average one. It was uncircumcised as the
practice of circumcision is a Muggle practice and more likely to
happen if one was a half blood or Muggle born. Oliver on the other
hand was circumcised, as he was half and half, his mother dying in
the first uprising, and they had already planned to get him cut.

With
his tongue, Oliver licked underneath the foreskin, knowing it was
something that drove Percy wild. Percy is one of the cleanest persons
Oliver knew and he knew exactly how clean the area is, in fact, he
helps him clean it delicately in the shower when they take one
together. While rubbing his tongue on the true head of Percy, Oliver
massaged the sac with his right hand, as he was still blindfolded.

Percy
reacted by pulling as much of Oliver into his mouth as he could. When
it hit the back of his throat, he started humming his favorite song,
as the vibration and mouth work drove Oliver just as crazy.

Moments
later, Percy sensed the change in Oliver just before he was about to
come, and he withdrew his mouth off him. Oliver gave a moan at the
lack of contact on the brink of climax. Percy pulled himself up out
of Oliver's mouth. Waving a hand, he made the blindfold pop off
Oliver.

“Since
I wear the pants in this relationship, I want to plunge into the hole
of my wife.” Percy sat on the bed next to Oliver.

“You
have already plunged into one hole,” he said while licking his
lips. He steepled his legs wide, exposing himself wide to Percy,
while saying the rest, “do you wish to plunge into the other?”

Percy
moved and took the invite. He planted himself between Oliver's legs,
instead of going after the arousal, he licked a path from the base of
the penis around the sac and focused on the skin below the sac. With
his tongue, he licked a circle around the hole and slowly plunged his
tongue in.

Oliver
gave a slow moan and lifted his hips, as if to offer him better
access. He was justly rewarded as Percy gripped his hardness and
slowly stroked it. “Do it Percy! Make a man out of me!”
His voice left in a growl.

Percy
lifted himself to kneel, causing Oliver to narrow his eyes at him.
“You want this” he wrapped his hands around his penis and
played with the uncut foreskin, “to fit in there?” He
smeared a finger in the moisture around his weeping head and then
pressed it up against Oliver's hole.

“Oh
yes!” Oliver nearly shouted. He started to move to grab the
lube off the nightstand, but Percy dropped himself to pin Oliver's
hands together.

A
wicked smile crossed Percy's lips as he leaned in to kiss him,
grinding his erection into Oliver's body. “I want you to lube
me up and prepare yourself for my entry,” Percy said as he
rolled off Oliver.

Oliver
leaned over and grabbed the lube. Twisting off the lid, he dug two
fingers into the paste-like lube. He rolled forward and before he
laid a hand on Percy's wide member, he took the head into his mouth.
Taking it as deep as he could, he sucked for a few seconds before
releasing. Percy sucked in a breath when he released him. Oliver
then greased up the wide member of his beloved, mixing the little bit
of spit with the lube. With his clean hand Oliver pulled a pillow to
the middle of the bed where he will showcase himself to Percy.

Taking
another few finger full of lube, he got himself into position, on his
back with his butt sort of hanging off. Oliver encircled his hole
with the lube before sticking it in with his lubed fingers. Working
the second finger into himself, he slightly stretched himself. He
had to prepare for a wide Percy.

Percy
moved so he looked down the line of Oliver's body from between his
legs. “You are so beautiful, Oliver.”

“The
Oliver lives to please only you,” Oliver said stretching his
body.

Percy
went to his knees lining himself up for entry. He rubbed his member
on Oliver's hole for a few moments.

“Do
it Percy, I am ready for you.” Oliver's voice said, slightly
strained.

“Push
out for me, Oliver,” he said while slightly pushing himself in.
Oliver did that and sucked him in bit by bit.

Oliver's
hands gripped the bed sheets around him. Nothing could ever compare
to the feeling of being connected like this. He could feel Percy
inside of him, as if they were one.

Percy
wrapped a hand around Oliver's still very hard member. He moved very
slowly at first to let Oliver get used to him being there. Percy
knew when he brushed that spot inside Oliver's body when Oliver's
body arched and he made an animal noise.

“Right
there, Perc,” was all Oliver got out before Percy pulled out
just a little and pushed back in, striking that spot inside of him.

Maneuvering
Oliver's legs up over his shoulders proved to be slightly tricky
while still keeping them connected. They made eye contact and
nothing else mattered to either of them, the world existed with only
the two of them.

Percy
started moving again, finding that spot inside of Oliver. His pace
agonizingly increased inside Oliver.

Oliver's
breath came in short gasps as Percy managed to stroke his very hard
erection at a steady pace at the same time as he smacked into him.

Percy
turned his head and bit into the soft flesh of Oliver's leg, knowing
that that short rush of pain would be enough to help push Oliver into
orgasm. He was not disappointed as Oliver threw back his head and
gave a howl as he came.

The
vocalization of Oliver's pleasure and the sight of the Oliver
explosion was enough to push him into his own climax. He gave his
own animal noise as he ground himself as deep as he could inside
Oliver and felt himself release.

“Love
you” Percy mumbled into Oliver's leg as he kissed the spot he
bit.

Percy
rolled Oliver's legs off him and slowly withdrew himself.

“There's
no hurry to leave,” Oliver said, reaching up and stopping him
from pulling out that moment.

“Aye,
but sooner rather than later, I know Penny will be calling to make a
strategy.” Percy said, leaning over and kissing the hand that
touched him.

“Fine”
Oliver said, looking slightly put out.

Percy
withdrew and grabbed a towel that just happened to be within reach
and wiped himself off. Oliver pushed the pillow out from underneath
him and Percy placed the towel underneath his butt, in case of leak
out.

“You
do realize that our lives are about to come under even more
scrutiny,” Oliver said as he got comfortable again on the
mattress.

“Everything
has to be out in the open now.” Percy said sliding up the bed
to snuggle himself up into Oliver. Percy wanted to feel the warmth
of his lover's arms around him and wished to forget about everything,
though he knew that it was impossible.

“I
can't believe it took them this long to figure out you are queer,”
Oliver said snuggling the other body into himself.

“I
haven't hidden anything, it just took them this long to figure it
out,” Percy said, encircling Oliver's arms around him.

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I
hope everyone enjoyed my first true slash writing. This is the first
time I am publishing a sex scene. I hope all liked it. But I feel I
just need to say one thing, now that I am not having sex, I miss it
so much!

I
believe I may have actually had a second chapter of this started
somewhere, I'll have to look extensively before starting a fresh one.

Thanks
for reading.
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