FIC: Going Down, Harry/Percy, NC-17
Title: Going Down
Pairing: Harry/Percy, mentions of past Harry/Charlie and Percy/Cedric
Word count: 4737
Summary: After tensions build at the office, Percy and Harry find a way to deal with it in close quarters
Warnings: rimming
A/N: Written for the lovely emiine for the fic exchange hp_summersmut. Thank you as always to my brilliant beta. thescarletwoman, I adore you for the beta and for holding my hand while I wibbled!
"Amos," Harry said, shaking his supervisor's hand and grinning. "Welcome home."
"How was your vacation, Mr Diggory?" Percy inquired. "I have a full two dozen scrolls of parchment to present to you. Complete reports of every area under my jurisdiction."
"Yes, yes," Amos Diggory, Head of the Experimental and Otherwise Uncanny Magic Department, said. He waved a dismissive hand toward Percy, never taking his eyes off Harry. "How are you, my boy? I'm hearing great things-- excellent things, as always."
Harry winced, watching Percy deflate as though Diggory had punctured him straight through the heart. His knuckles were white where he gripped two of the twenty-four report scrolls he'd spent the last week and a half preparing. Harry cleared his throat.
"Sir, I wanted to apologize--"
"Apologize?" Diggory cut Harry off. "Apologize? For what, boy?"
"Didn't you hear about the explosion?" Harry asked uncertainly. "I took out half the Experimental Charms wing-"
"Hah. I'd heard you were up to your old tricks, Harry," Diggory chuckled, giving Harry a knowing wink that Harry had seen too many times from too many people. "No harm done, was there? The damage was reversed."
"Yes, sir, it's all in my report," Percy said importantly.
"It's something you can laugh about in years to come," said Diggory.
"We couldn't have done the clean-up without Percy's aid and forethought," Harry tried.
"Something to tell my nieces and nephews about, how their cousin Ced faced down You-Know-Who with Harry Potter, and then Harry Potter blew up with Ministry."
Harry laughed weakly. Percy didn't laugh at all.
"I suppose we should be getting back to work," Harry said, a bit more sharply than he'd intended to sound. Diggory either didn't notice or didn't show it if he did.
"Fine, Harry, just fine." He beamed at the messy-haired young man. "No havoc today, if you can help it now. Such a bright future here for you, Harry, under my wing."
Gritting his teeth, Harry said, "Yes sir." He and Percy turned to leave.
"Weasley," Diggory snapped.
"Sir?" Percy said hopefully, perking up like a puppy watching a hippogriff bone clutched in his master's hand.
"Shorten that report to one scroll and have it on my desk tomorrow morning." Diggory's nose was buried in the Daily Prophet. Percy somehow managed to go paler than usual, his mouth opening but no sound coming out.
"Let's go, Perce," Harry muttered under his breath, grabbing Percy by the elbow and dragging him out of the office. The door slammed shut behind them, but Harry didn't stop manhandling Percy until they'd reached the elevator at the end of the corridor. No one was waiting, and for once the elevator was empty when Harry stuffed Percy inside.
"Keep it together," Harry said, his hands still resting on Percy's biceps as the doors slid shut. He could feel angry body heat rolling off the normally glacial, prim Percy, his freckles livid spots against his bloodless, pale face.
He was very different from his brother Charlie, whose skin was so tanned that the freckles disappeared against it. Charlie was stocky and scarred and muscular, all things Harry had loved about him. He'd always had stubble on his jaw that scraped against Harry's cheeks or stomach or thighs, depending on just where Charlie had positioned himself. Before Charlie had positioned himself in front of a Killing Curse aimed at Harry three years ago.
Percy wasn't Charlie. He was lean, willowy even. The only wild part of him was his bird's-nest hair. Harry and Percy-- the messy-headed lads from the office on the third floor. Percy was fussy and bossy, and he lived and died by what the people he respected thought of him. Harry had been less than keen to share an office with him last year, and the first time he'd found himself admiring the clean, straight lines of Percy's body, he'd soothed away his horror by telling himself that he was just lonely.
And then he started having dreams of tangling his fingers in Percy's hair and creating a dot-to-dot with his tongue against Percy's freckles. He found himself drifting off into fantasies in the middle of their office, imagining Percy's lean legs wrapped around his waist as Harry took him hard against a wall, or Percy bending him over his desk.
"What are you daydreaming about, Potter?" Percy would inevitably snap. "Perhaps you haven't any work to do, but I am a busy man. Mr Diggory is counting on me. He trusts me to oversee every report from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad personally. I haven't the time to dilly-dally as you do-- this is entirely too important!"
At first, Harry had been too shocked to analyze the attraction. Then he convinced himself it was because he missed Charlie, and Percy was as close as he could get to his dead lover-- which he knew was ridiculous now. Percy was about as far from Charlie as possible, and it didn't make Harry want the younger Weasley any less. It was Percy Harry wanted, not simply someone with red hair to make him feel good again.
But his uptight co-worker had never displayed any interest in him beyond elementary collegiality, and Harry wanted no part of the humiliation that being categorically shut down would entail, especially since they would still have to share an office.
So perhaps Harry's grip on Percy's biceps as he steered him into the elevator had been a bit tighter than necessary, his fingers flexing now and again to memorize the texture of the other man's lean muscles. If it was as close as Harry would ever get to the object of his desire, so be it.
Percy waited exactly four seconds after the elevator doors closed before he exploded. "Does that, that, that charlatan have any idea what he's doing?" Percy raged. Harry wondered if he'd ever thought ill of a superior before Scrimgeour had tried to trade Arthur's life to Voldemort as part of a wild stab at a peace treaty.
"Calm down, Perce."
"And you!" Percy waved his arms frantically, freeing himself from Harry's grip. "You blow half the bloody department to bits and he grins at you!"
Harry's own temper flared, his cheeks growing hot. "Hey, I don't ask for special treatment! You know that."
"I work so hard--"
"I do too!"
"I slave over every detail!" Percy snapped. "Every single detail! And you wander about and succeed with a frightening haphazardness while the rest of us struggle, just because of your stupid scars."
Harry's right fist connected with Percy's left cheek before he realized what he was doing, and they both staggered apart. Harry winced, shaking his hand. That bloody well hurt!
Percy stared at Harry with incomprehension. "Potter, you--"
"Incarcerous agitatum!" The elevator shuddered to a grinding halt at his incantation, and Harry crossed his arms over his chest, hand still throbbing. "I do a bit more around here than show off my scars." He made a conscious effort not to scratch at the original lightning bolt on his forehead, nor the much larger one that zigged clean through his left eyebrow, eye, and cheek, ending by his nose. He knew he looked like a freak, one once-much-lauded green eye now a mismatched, mottled black that he couldn't see out of as well as he would like. "I don't ask for the extra attention, Percy, and I don't enjoy it anymore than you do."
"Yes, it's ever so difficult to be universally liked," Percy said waspishly. His nimble fingers explored his already bruising cheek, checking for damage. Harry believed it was entirely too distracting a gesture, and chastised himself for thinking indecent thoughts about Percy's fingers.
"I'm hardly universally--"
"Mr Diggory fawns over you as if you're the son he lost," Percy said, his voice growing shrill and brittle. "Cedric died because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and yet Diggory loves you now. He doesn't even care that Cedric was my... that we were... I'm nothing to that man. Not family, not even an employee to be proud of. I don't think he even knows."
The ramble sent Harry's mind reeling. Percy and Cedric? That meant Percy was gay after all? And he'd been Cedric Diggory's boyfriend. God, no wonder he'd gone so batty after Cedric died. "Perce, I had no idea. I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose someone you lo--"
"Sod off, Potter. It was a long time ago and I have a lot of work to do. Start this elevator at once."
"No."
"Harry..." That warning note, that assertion of authority-- something inside Harry snapped. He grabbed fistfuls of Percy's robe, hauling him forward. The redhead squawked in outrage, hands curling around Harry's wrists to free himself. Harry didn't give him a chance to form any words, crushing his lips against Percy's.
A moment of motionless silence enveloped them, both too stunned to react. Harry, amazed that he'd actually gone through with his fantasy after half a frustrating year, recovered faster. He decided to make the most of the situation before Percy had him written up for sexual harassment, the forms filled out in triplicate. Sliding one hand upward and around, he cupped Percy's neck and he kissed Percy in earnest, really kissed him rather than just mashing their lips together. His jaw moving slowly and his free hand flattened against the redhead's chest, feeling his heart beating manically. Percy's mouth was softer than Harry had expected, and without thinking he bit the surprisingly, wonderfully full bottom lip, teasing it with his tongue. He could taste Percy's Earl Gray from that morning still lingering on his lips.
And then Percy was gone, wresting himself free of Harry, his eyes wild and his breathing erratic. "Are you out of your head, Potter?"
"It varies from day to day," Harry retorted. His hands hung limply at his sides, useless and heavy and clumsy. He suddenly didn't know what to do with them, so he stuffed them in his robe's pockets. Damn, damn, damn, did Percy really not want him that much?
"Do you have some record you're trying to set, working your way through my family?"
Harry felt like he'd been slapped. "What?"
"Allow me to enumerate your conquests," Percy said, and he began to count each point off on trembling fingers. "Ron's friend."
"His best mate, actually," Harry said icily.
"Fred and George's financial backer."
"How did--"
"Of course I know about that, Potter. Let's see, what else? Adored by both of my parents. In fact, you even saved Father's life."
"And you're holding that against me?"
Percy ignored him. "First Ginny's boyfriend, then Charlie's."
"You're onto me, Perce," Harry growled, his stomach roiling with acidic rage. How was it even possible that he was attracted to this hateful prig? "If you'll kindly bend over, I'll just do you and then check you off my list before I move onto Bill."
"You utter bastard," Percy spat.
"If you can't figure out that I spend half my day staring at your arse and no one else's, then forget it."
Percy was shaking, his anger incandescent. So Harry was completely unprepared for him to surge forward, catching Harry by the shoulders and propelling him into the elevator wall. Lips sealed over Harry's, hands tangled in his hair, and the lithe body that had invaded Harry's dreams for so long now invaded his personal space. All Harry could do was grab Percy's hips and hang on. His shock burned away quickly, and he moaned a little as a tongue, agile and determined, licked at his lips. Harry crumpled the fabric of Percy's robes between his fingers, dragging the other man forward as his lips opened to Percy's questing tongue. The other man was slender, but not skeletal, and he came alive with Harry's touch, his body undulating against Harry's.
Thin, freckled fingers cradled the nape of his neck, hooking him into a kiss that he had no intention of ending. Percy's tongue teased his, stroking upward to taste his palate, traced his lips before plunging inside once more. Percy was a fearless kisser, a true Gryffindor, giving his entire self over to it. Or so Harry thought until Percy insinuated a thigh between Harry's legs and bucked hard against him. Those angular hips pressing into Harry's prominent and more than willing erection drove away the rest of Harry's ability to think. He clung to Percy, falling into the precise, uncompromising rhythm the redhead set. His mind finally began to function beyond "ohgodpercyiskissingmeyay!" and he began to fight back, taking control of the kiss as his tongue surged into Percy's mouth, teeth grazing his lips. The flavour of Percy was irresistible, like cinnamon simmering on a stove top. Harry's tongue glided in further, his hands coming up to weave through Percy's hair, to angle his head down for better access and --
"No."
Harry opened his eyes and blinked rapidly. He could barely see through the fog in the elevator. Odd. Wait, not fog, steam on his glasses. One hand releasing its grip on Percy's curls, Harry slid his glasses off his nose and into his pocket. When he looked blurrily at Percy once again, the other man was leaning back a bit, though their hips were still in addictive contact.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, thinking that things had been going brilliantly. He tried not to breathe so heavily, even though he could feel Percy's arousal pressed against his thigh. He held himself still, even though he wanted nothing more than to grind against the wirey torso flush against his.
"If you want this, Potter, you will have to do it my way."
God, he was every inch the prissy prefect snapping at Harry to follow the rules, or the overbearing undersecretary telling Ron not to associate with him. Harry wondered just when the hell that had become such a turn-on.
"I want this," Harry said, his stomach twisting with a heady mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
Percy took a step backward, and he crossed his arms and tapped his foot, appraising him with a superiority that made Harry think he was about to be assigned detention. Then lips: a quick, hard kiss that was all teeth and pressure and disappeared almost before it started. Percy dropped to his knees before him, going down as he hiked Harry's robes up.
"Hold these," he said, and Harry grabbed the robes by their hem.
"Uh, Perce?"
But Percy answered only by unfastening Harry's fly and palming Harry's cock roughly through his dark blue cotton boxers. Harry gasped, groping for something to hold onto. His fingers found Percy's head and knotted in his already messy hair. The other man hissed and paused for a moment, and then he licked his lips and parted the slit of Harry's boxers, freeing his cock. A sharp breath escaped Harry, for Percy wasted no time, swallowing his cock in one go.
Harry damn near passed out.
"Percy," he moaned as the older man rolled his tongue against Harry's shaft, lips tight around him. The liquid suction was exquisite, Percy's mouth hot and moist. A slight scrape of teeth, and Harry yelped, but Percy didn't stop. His hands crept around Harry's body, holding onto his thighs to steady himself. He kneaded Harry's muscles as he began to bob his head, slow, methodical movements that slicked every bit of Harry's erection and enveloped his senses. Percy's tongue expertly traced the ridged head of his cock. God, his skin was sensitive there, and he could feel every undulation of Percy's rough, wet tongue. Percy's cheeks hollowed as he sucked and Harry felt as though he would disappear entirely into that marvelous mouth.
"Oh god," Harry groaned, his hips surging forward, greedily seeking more and more. The intensely joyous sensations shuddering through him with each bob of Percy's head were growing in magnitude, his mind clouding. "Perce, I'm going to--"
As quickly as he'd been engulfed by Percy's mouth, he was left cold and isolated. His fingers were grasping empty air, and as he came back to himself, the build-up of arousal draining away a bit, he saw Percy crouched before him, watching him with hawklike interest. As soon as Harry reached out for him again, Percy sprang to his feet. Harry was spun about and he barely caught himself as he was shoved against the elevator wall. A lean body covered his from behind and a hand cupped his aching cock, wet with Percy's own saliva, with such no-nonsense intensity that Harry thought he might come from just that touch. Percy curved their bodies closer and Harry could feel the other man's hard length nestling against his arse, rubbing against him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted this so much.
"Perce," he gasped when the other man gathered his balls in one hand and squeezed. Percy pulled him harder against his body. "It's been a really long time."
A circle of sharp pain burned into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, lancing straight downward to his groin, setting fire to his nerve endings. Who knew Percy was a biter?
"Since you were with my brother?" Percy demanded, and Harry had never heard his voice so dark and low. Rough moisture... Percy was licking him, drawing his tongue over the tender bite mark and up to his earlobe.
"No," Harry groaned, the word fracturing into several syllables as the redhead took Harry's earlobe into his sinfully talented mouth, flicking it with his tongue. It was so reminiscent of Percy's tongue against his cock that Harry couldn't help the whimper that escaped him.
The suction disappeared and Percy whispered, "Who?" He began to shimmy Harry's trousers and boxers over his hips.
Harry's mind was spinning, his senses ablaze. He wanted to demand to know how that was Percy's business, but long, smooth, cool fingers encircled his cock and stroked downward with an efficient twist of the wrist, and the words tumbled from Harry's mouth. "A girl I met in a pub over a year ago," he panted. "Oliver Wood a year before that."
Percy's thumb skidded across the head of Harry's cock. "Oliver always did have an interest in you that was a bit too keen," Percy growled, his fist working Harry's cock with unforgiving efficiency. Harry yelped, his body twisting against Percy's, his head falling forward to rest against the elevator wall. He'd never heard the other man sound so possessive before.
"Have you ever had that kind of interest in me?" Harry asked. Percy released his cock and his trousers were unceremoniously shoved further down his hips, sliding to the floor to bunch at his ankles, Percy following their progress downward.
"Not always," Percy said ambiguously from the vicinity of Harry's hips. Determined fingers massaged Harry's bare arse, and warm breath skittered over his sensitized skin. Percy was spreading him open. Surely he wasn't going to--
"Oh fucking hell!" Harry gasped, his whole body jerking in shock at the first ticklishly electric brush of Percy's tongue along his cleft. His back arched with the second and third swipe of Percy's tongue, more focused on Harry's hole. His muscles spasmed under the unrelenting succession of tongue strokes. Percy teased his puckered skin, his index finger moving between Harry's legs to stroke his perineum. The touch was so soft and unexpected, such a contrast to his the intense sensations that Percy's mouth was imparting, that Harry nearly melted into the floor. His whole body relaxed, pleasure coiling upward from Percy's clever tongue. And then that tongue pressed inside him again while Percy's hand gathered Harry's balls, rolling them rhythmically. Harry mewled, his toes curling and his nails scratching against the dark wood of the elevator wall. Percy thrust his tongue deeper inside, and Harry shuddered around it, trembling uncontrollably. He felt Percy's lips moving, followed by a tingle of magic. He suddenly felt warmer.
"Perce," he rasped. "That's... you're..." he was swimming in deep, delirious pleasure, the air around them superheated with arousal and anticipation. Harry's body tensed at the sudden intrusion of an index finger, but whatever spell Percy had used was doing wonders to relax him. Standard lubrication and stretching charms, he imagined. But it was more than that, his nerves overloading as heat spread through his body with each thrust of Percy's finger.
"We'll prepare you properly, Mr Potter, since it's been so long," Percy practically purred. Harry had never heard anything so erotic in his life.
"What is that?" Harry groaned as a second finger inside him sent sparks exploding through his body. This was not normal, even for the best shag, and Harry tried to tell Percy that as the redhead moved his fingers in and out of Harry's body. He didn't quite manage to find the words, though, and gave it up as a bad job.
"Working with experimental charms has its advantages," Percy said wickedly, a third finger pressing into him. Percy twisted his wrist, corkscrewing into Harry's body and back out again. Each thrust sent another burst of smoldering arousal through him, his body desperate for more.
"Tell me you want me," Percy whispered, so quietly that Harry almost missed it as he rode wave after wave of pleasure, pushing him higher. He could barely think. He'd never been so aroused in his life.
"Want you," he sobbed.
Percy stood, his hands on Harry's hips. Harry could feel the other man's cock poised and waiting. "Like you mean it."
Part of him wanted to tell Percy where to shove it, irritated like he always was when authority figures tried to rein him in too much. But the other part recognized the challenge in Percy's tone, and he always loved a challenge. Besides, telling Percy where to shove it was precisely what he wanted to do.
Percy wasn't moving, though Harry could feel the way the other man trembled, holding himself back, denying them both what they wanted. And Harry wanted it so much.
"Percy," he moaned. "Percy, please, I need you."
The yowl that screeched out of Harry's throat echoed through the elevator shaft as Percy took him at his word, driving forward. He buried himself deep inside Harry, and the sudden intensity, the utter fullness nearly overwhelmed him.
"No," Percy snapped, stilling completely. "Not yet, Potter."
Harry should have been ashamed of the whimper that escaped him, but he was too focused on calming down and holding back for anything so trifling to upset him. Percy was bossy to the last, and no one had spoken to Harry like this in longer than he could remember. The thrill of the challenge -- Harry could keep control of himself just as long as Percy dared him to do so.
"Good," Percy hissed, the word drawing out as he pulled out nearly all the way, inches between their bodies. Harry moaned, practicing as much self-control as he could. He needed more of Percy, craved it. When Percy obliged him and thrust back in, he gasped with relief and pleasure.
Hands under his robes smoothed down his sides and up over his chest. Percy's fingers combed through Harry's chest hair and brushed over his nipples as he propelled his hips forward, slamming into Harry's body over and over.
"Percy," Harry panted, his scorched nerves singing with pleasure.
"Say it again," Percy said, his voice low and dangerous, a note of ragged desire beneath his demanding exterior.
"Percy," Harry whined, pushing back against Percy, fucking himself on the other man's cock. "Percy, Percy..."
"Harry," Percy rasped back, the cadence of his thrusts accelerating, taking on an urgency that Harry could feel with every movement. Their voices entwined, a litany of each other's names as they rocked together. Harry was trembling with the effort of holding his climax off. He felt both as though he'd been filled and that he was being consumed, the intense, ecstatic pleasure coursing through him and completely overtaking him.
"Percy, please!" he keened.
With a hoarse "Yes!" that ricocheted around the elevator, Percy came hard, driving his hips forward and flattening Harry against the wall. Harry took it as sanction to follow suit, and let go, freefalling into his climax. Lightning forked before him, through him, an explosion more massive and earth-moving than the one Harry had caused in the Experimental Charms wing the week before. He screamed Percy's name as his entire body released itself into pure bliss, into surging, limb-numbing, mind-shaking paradise. He heard the spatter of his come against the wall, but he didn't care. He was too bouyant, too purely happy. His muscles relaxed, and his vision swam back into existence, pinpricks of light still dotting what he could see. He became aware of Percy's arms slung loosely around his hips as the redhead breathed deeply, his forehead resting against Harry's still-clothed shoulder. He realized how warm he was, and how sweaty, though he found he didn't mind. A little sweat wasn't a bad thing.
"Perce," he sighed, and gasped as Percy's spent cock slipped from his body. He drew his trousers back up and turned around for a kiss, frowning when he saw that Percy had already used a spell to clean up after them and had retreated to the other side of the elevator. "What's wrong?"
"We shouldn't have done that."
Harry stared at him, hands freezing on his half-done fly. "What?"
"It was completely unprofessional."
"Why?" Harry recognized the semi-restrained panic in Percy's voice. The other man thought they'd broken rules, and he would do anything to make amends to those he thought he'd offended. Harry was not going to let him off that easily.
"We're colleagues!"
"Uh huh."
"We're at work."
"Right."
"We're in a bloody elevator that my father could very well be waiting for!" Percy sputtered.
"Why does any of that have to mean that we should regret what just happened?"
"Potter--"
"What happened to 'Harry'?"
Percy's shoulders slumped. "'Harry'? I want him too much."
Harry crossed the elevator in two strides and caught the taller man's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I want you too, and I don't care what anyone thinks."
"Even me?" Percy asked in a small voice.
"If you're going to be an idiot and tell me that this isn't a good thing, then yeah, even you." Harry brushed his lips against Percy's tenderly, reassuringly. Tentative fingers cupped Harry's jaw, and Percy shivered and broke away.
"I'm not just... a substitute?" he asked. "I mean, you were with Charlie for two years. I'm not just a Weasley to take his place?"
"Am I just one Tri-Wizard Champion taking the place of another for you?" Harry countered.
"Of course not!" Percy snorted.
"Of course not," Harry echoed. He reached for his wand and started the elevator again with a barely articulated "Finite incantatem." It shuddered back to life and continued its journey downward as Harry's arms snaked around Percy's waist.
"Want some help paring down your report for Amos?" he asked, kissing his way down Percy's neck. The other man cleared his throat uneasily, shifting closer. Harry could feel the stirrings of renewed arousal in them both. He wondered just how much work they would manage to get done in the coming days, though he imagined that Percy wouldn't let either of them slack off too much.
"I suppose, if you've nothing better to do with your time."
"I can think of several things better."
The elevator ground to a halt at the third floor before Percy could reply, and the redhead sprang out of Harry's arms just as the doors slid open.
A half dozen witches and wizards were milling about in front of the elevator, each looking a different degree of disgruntled. "About time," someone muttered.
"You weren't trapped inside," Harry retorted with the utmost nonchalance, stepping out and waiting for Percy to do the same. "It feels like I've been waiting months to go down."
Percy choked but didn't say anything, and Harry led the way back to the office. The door had barely closed behind them before Harry found himself shoved up against the wall again, frantic lips on his and hands fighting their way beneath his robes.
"Months, you say?" Percy murmured.
"Indeed, Mr Weasley."
"Then we'd best make up for lost time."
And they spent the day doing just that.
Pairing: Harry/Percy, mentions of past Harry/Charlie and Percy/Cedric
Word count: 4737
Summary: After tensions build at the office, Percy and Harry find a way to deal with it in close quarters
Warnings: rimming
A/N: Written for the lovely emiine for the fic exchange hp_summersmut. Thank you as always to my brilliant beta. thescarletwoman, I adore you for the beta and for holding my hand while I wibbled!
"Amos," Harry said, shaking his supervisor's hand and grinning. "Welcome home."
"How was your vacation, Mr Diggory?" Percy inquired. "I have a full two dozen scrolls of parchment to present to you. Complete reports of every area under my jurisdiction."
"Yes, yes," Amos Diggory, Head of the Experimental and Otherwise Uncanny Magic Department, said. He waved a dismissive hand toward Percy, never taking his eyes off Harry. "How are you, my boy? I'm hearing great things-- excellent things, as always."
Harry winced, watching Percy deflate as though Diggory had punctured him straight through the heart. His knuckles were white where he gripped two of the twenty-four report scrolls he'd spent the last week and a half preparing. Harry cleared his throat.
"Sir, I wanted to apologize--"
"Apologize?" Diggory cut Harry off. "Apologize? For what, boy?"
"Didn't you hear about the explosion?" Harry asked uncertainly. "I took out half the Experimental Charms wing-"
"Hah. I'd heard you were up to your old tricks, Harry," Diggory chuckled, giving Harry a knowing wink that Harry had seen too many times from too many people. "No harm done, was there? The damage was reversed."
"Yes, sir, it's all in my report," Percy said importantly.
"It's something you can laugh about in years to come," said Diggory.
"We couldn't have done the clean-up without Percy's aid and forethought," Harry tried.
"Something to tell my nieces and nephews about, how their cousin Ced faced down You-Know-Who with Harry Potter, and then Harry Potter blew up with Ministry."
Harry laughed weakly. Percy didn't laugh at all.
"I suppose we should be getting back to work," Harry said, a bit more sharply than he'd intended to sound. Diggory either didn't notice or didn't show it if he did.
"Fine, Harry, just fine." He beamed at the messy-haired young man. "No havoc today, if you can help it now. Such a bright future here for you, Harry, under my wing."
Gritting his teeth, Harry said, "Yes sir." He and Percy turned to leave.
"Weasley," Diggory snapped.
"Sir?" Percy said hopefully, perking up like a puppy watching a hippogriff bone clutched in his master's hand.
"Shorten that report to one scroll and have it on my desk tomorrow morning." Diggory's nose was buried in the Daily Prophet. Percy somehow managed to go paler than usual, his mouth opening but no sound coming out.
"Let's go, Perce," Harry muttered under his breath, grabbing Percy by the elbow and dragging him out of the office. The door slammed shut behind them, but Harry didn't stop manhandling Percy until they'd reached the elevator at the end of the corridor. No one was waiting, and for once the elevator was empty when Harry stuffed Percy inside.
"Keep it together," Harry said, his hands still resting on Percy's biceps as the doors slid shut. He could feel angry body heat rolling off the normally glacial, prim Percy, his freckles livid spots against his bloodless, pale face.
He was very different from his brother Charlie, whose skin was so tanned that the freckles disappeared against it. Charlie was stocky and scarred and muscular, all things Harry had loved about him. He'd always had stubble on his jaw that scraped against Harry's cheeks or stomach or thighs, depending on just where Charlie had positioned himself. Before Charlie had positioned himself in front of a Killing Curse aimed at Harry three years ago.
Percy wasn't Charlie. He was lean, willowy even. The only wild part of him was his bird's-nest hair. Harry and Percy-- the messy-headed lads from the office on the third floor. Percy was fussy and bossy, and he lived and died by what the people he respected thought of him. Harry had been less than keen to share an office with him last year, and the first time he'd found himself admiring the clean, straight lines of Percy's body, he'd soothed away his horror by telling himself that he was just lonely.
And then he started having dreams of tangling his fingers in Percy's hair and creating a dot-to-dot with his tongue against Percy's freckles. He found himself drifting off into fantasies in the middle of their office, imagining Percy's lean legs wrapped around his waist as Harry took him hard against a wall, or Percy bending him over his desk.
"What are you daydreaming about, Potter?" Percy would inevitably snap. "Perhaps you haven't any work to do, but I am a busy man. Mr Diggory is counting on me. He trusts me to oversee every report from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad personally. I haven't the time to dilly-dally as you do-- this is entirely too important!"
At first, Harry had been too shocked to analyze the attraction. Then he convinced himself it was because he missed Charlie, and Percy was as close as he could get to his dead lover-- which he knew was ridiculous now. Percy was about as far from Charlie as possible, and it didn't make Harry want the younger Weasley any less. It was Percy Harry wanted, not simply someone with red hair to make him feel good again.
But his uptight co-worker had never displayed any interest in him beyond elementary collegiality, and Harry wanted no part of the humiliation that being categorically shut down would entail, especially since they would still have to share an office.
So perhaps Harry's grip on Percy's biceps as he steered him into the elevator had been a bit tighter than necessary, his fingers flexing now and again to memorize the texture of the other man's lean muscles. If it was as close as Harry would ever get to the object of his desire, so be it.
Percy waited exactly four seconds after the elevator doors closed before he exploded. "Does that, that, that charlatan have any idea what he's doing?" Percy raged. Harry wondered if he'd ever thought ill of a superior before Scrimgeour had tried to trade Arthur's life to Voldemort as part of a wild stab at a peace treaty.
"Calm down, Perce."
"And you!" Percy waved his arms frantically, freeing himself from Harry's grip. "You blow half the bloody department to bits and he grins at you!"
Harry's own temper flared, his cheeks growing hot. "Hey, I don't ask for special treatment! You know that."
"I work so hard--"
"I do too!"
"I slave over every detail!" Percy snapped. "Every single detail! And you wander about and succeed with a frightening haphazardness while the rest of us struggle, just because of your stupid scars."
Harry's right fist connected with Percy's left cheek before he realized what he was doing, and they both staggered apart. Harry winced, shaking his hand. That bloody well hurt!
Percy stared at Harry with incomprehension. "Potter, you--"
"Incarcerous agitatum!" The elevator shuddered to a grinding halt at his incantation, and Harry crossed his arms over his chest, hand still throbbing. "I do a bit more around here than show off my scars." He made a conscious effort not to scratch at the original lightning bolt on his forehead, nor the much larger one that zigged clean through his left eyebrow, eye, and cheek, ending by his nose. He knew he looked like a freak, one once-much-lauded green eye now a mismatched, mottled black that he couldn't see out of as well as he would like. "I don't ask for the extra attention, Percy, and I don't enjoy it anymore than you do."
"Yes, it's ever so difficult to be universally liked," Percy said waspishly. His nimble fingers explored his already bruising cheek, checking for damage. Harry believed it was entirely too distracting a gesture, and chastised himself for thinking indecent thoughts about Percy's fingers.
"I'm hardly universally--"
"Mr Diggory fawns over you as if you're the son he lost," Percy said, his voice growing shrill and brittle. "Cedric died because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and yet Diggory loves you now. He doesn't even care that Cedric was my... that we were... I'm nothing to that man. Not family, not even an employee to be proud of. I don't think he even knows."
The ramble sent Harry's mind reeling. Percy and Cedric? That meant Percy was gay after all? And he'd been Cedric Diggory's boyfriend. God, no wonder he'd gone so batty after Cedric died. "Perce, I had no idea. I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose someone you lo--"
"Sod off, Potter. It was a long time ago and I have a lot of work to do. Start this elevator at once."
"No."
"Harry..." That warning note, that assertion of authority-- something inside Harry snapped. He grabbed fistfuls of Percy's robe, hauling him forward. The redhead squawked in outrage, hands curling around Harry's wrists to free himself. Harry didn't give him a chance to form any words, crushing his lips against Percy's.
A moment of motionless silence enveloped them, both too stunned to react. Harry, amazed that he'd actually gone through with his fantasy after half a frustrating year, recovered faster. He decided to make the most of the situation before Percy had him written up for sexual harassment, the forms filled out in triplicate. Sliding one hand upward and around, he cupped Percy's neck and he kissed Percy in earnest, really kissed him rather than just mashing their lips together. His jaw moving slowly and his free hand flattened against the redhead's chest, feeling his heart beating manically. Percy's mouth was softer than Harry had expected, and without thinking he bit the surprisingly, wonderfully full bottom lip, teasing it with his tongue. He could taste Percy's Earl Gray from that morning still lingering on his lips.
And then Percy was gone, wresting himself free of Harry, his eyes wild and his breathing erratic. "Are you out of your head, Potter?"
"It varies from day to day," Harry retorted. His hands hung limply at his sides, useless and heavy and clumsy. He suddenly didn't know what to do with them, so he stuffed them in his robe's pockets. Damn, damn, damn, did Percy really not want him that much?
"Do you have some record you're trying to set, working your way through my family?"
Harry felt like he'd been slapped. "What?"
"Allow me to enumerate your conquests," Percy said, and he began to count each point off on trembling fingers. "Ron's friend."
"His best mate, actually," Harry said icily.
"Fred and George's financial backer."
"How did--"
"Of course I know about that, Potter. Let's see, what else? Adored by both of my parents. In fact, you even saved Father's life."
"And you're holding that against me?"
Percy ignored him. "First Ginny's boyfriend, then Charlie's."
"You're onto me, Perce," Harry growled, his stomach roiling with acidic rage. How was it even possible that he was attracted to this hateful prig? "If you'll kindly bend over, I'll just do you and then check you off my list before I move onto Bill."
"You utter bastard," Percy spat.
"If you can't figure out that I spend half my day staring at your arse and no one else's, then forget it."
Percy was shaking, his anger incandescent. So Harry was completely unprepared for him to surge forward, catching Harry by the shoulders and propelling him into the elevator wall. Lips sealed over Harry's, hands tangled in his hair, and the lithe body that had invaded Harry's dreams for so long now invaded his personal space. All Harry could do was grab Percy's hips and hang on. His shock burned away quickly, and he moaned a little as a tongue, agile and determined, licked at his lips. Harry crumpled the fabric of Percy's robes between his fingers, dragging the other man forward as his lips opened to Percy's questing tongue. The other man was slender, but not skeletal, and he came alive with Harry's touch, his body undulating against Harry's.
Thin, freckled fingers cradled the nape of his neck, hooking him into a kiss that he had no intention of ending. Percy's tongue teased his, stroking upward to taste his palate, traced his lips before plunging inside once more. Percy was a fearless kisser, a true Gryffindor, giving his entire self over to it. Or so Harry thought until Percy insinuated a thigh between Harry's legs and bucked hard against him. Those angular hips pressing into Harry's prominent and more than willing erection drove away the rest of Harry's ability to think. He clung to Percy, falling into the precise, uncompromising rhythm the redhead set. His mind finally began to function beyond "ohgodpercyiskissingmeyay!" and he began to fight back, taking control of the kiss as his tongue surged into Percy's mouth, teeth grazing his lips. The flavour of Percy was irresistible, like cinnamon simmering on a stove top. Harry's tongue glided in further, his hands coming up to weave through Percy's hair, to angle his head down for better access and --
"No."
Harry opened his eyes and blinked rapidly. He could barely see through the fog in the elevator. Odd. Wait, not fog, steam on his glasses. One hand releasing its grip on Percy's curls, Harry slid his glasses off his nose and into his pocket. When he looked blurrily at Percy once again, the other man was leaning back a bit, though their hips were still in addictive contact.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, thinking that things had been going brilliantly. He tried not to breathe so heavily, even though he could feel Percy's arousal pressed against his thigh. He held himself still, even though he wanted nothing more than to grind against the wirey torso flush against his.
"If you want this, Potter, you will have to do it my way."
God, he was every inch the prissy prefect snapping at Harry to follow the rules, or the overbearing undersecretary telling Ron not to associate with him. Harry wondered just when the hell that had become such a turn-on.
"I want this," Harry said, his stomach twisting with a heady mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
Percy took a step backward, and he crossed his arms and tapped his foot, appraising him with a superiority that made Harry think he was about to be assigned detention. Then lips: a quick, hard kiss that was all teeth and pressure and disappeared almost before it started. Percy dropped to his knees before him, going down as he hiked Harry's robes up.
"Hold these," he said, and Harry grabbed the robes by their hem.
"Uh, Perce?"
But Percy answered only by unfastening Harry's fly and palming Harry's cock roughly through his dark blue cotton boxers. Harry gasped, groping for something to hold onto. His fingers found Percy's head and knotted in his already messy hair. The other man hissed and paused for a moment, and then he licked his lips and parted the slit of Harry's boxers, freeing his cock. A sharp breath escaped Harry, for Percy wasted no time, swallowing his cock in one go.
Harry damn near passed out.
"Percy," he moaned as the older man rolled his tongue against Harry's shaft, lips tight around him. The liquid suction was exquisite, Percy's mouth hot and moist. A slight scrape of teeth, and Harry yelped, but Percy didn't stop. His hands crept around Harry's body, holding onto his thighs to steady himself. He kneaded Harry's muscles as he began to bob his head, slow, methodical movements that slicked every bit of Harry's erection and enveloped his senses. Percy's tongue expertly traced the ridged head of his cock. God, his skin was sensitive there, and he could feel every undulation of Percy's rough, wet tongue. Percy's cheeks hollowed as he sucked and Harry felt as though he would disappear entirely into that marvelous mouth.
"Oh god," Harry groaned, his hips surging forward, greedily seeking more and more. The intensely joyous sensations shuddering through him with each bob of Percy's head were growing in magnitude, his mind clouding. "Perce, I'm going to--"
As quickly as he'd been engulfed by Percy's mouth, he was left cold and isolated. His fingers were grasping empty air, and as he came back to himself, the build-up of arousal draining away a bit, he saw Percy crouched before him, watching him with hawklike interest. As soon as Harry reached out for him again, Percy sprang to his feet. Harry was spun about and he barely caught himself as he was shoved against the elevator wall. A lean body covered his from behind and a hand cupped his aching cock, wet with Percy's own saliva, with such no-nonsense intensity that Harry thought he might come from just that touch. Percy curved their bodies closer and Harry could feel the other man's hard length nestling against his arse, rubbing against him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted this so much.
"Perce," he gasped when the other man gathered his balls in one hand and squeezed. Percy pulled him harder against his body. "It's been a really long time."
A circle of sharp pain burned into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, lancing straight downward to his groin, setting fire to his nerve endings. Who knew Percy was a biter?
"Since you were with my brother?" Percy demanded, and Harry had never heard his voice so dark and low. Rough moisture... Percy was licking him, drawing his tongue over the tender bite mark and up to his earlobe.
"No," Harry groaned, the word fracturing into several syllables as the redhead took Harry's earlobe into his sinfully talented mouth, flicking it with his tongue. It was so reminiscent of Percy's tongue against his cock that Harry couldn't help the whimper that escaped him.
The suction disappeared and Percy whispered, "Who?" He began to shimmy Harry's trousers and boxers over his hips.
Harry's mind was spinning, his senses ablaze. He wanted to demand to know how that was Percy's business, but long, smooth, cool fingers encircled his cock and stroked downward with an efficient twist of the wrist, and the words tumbled from Harry's mouth. "A girl I met in a pub over a year ago," he panted. "Oliver Wood a year before that."
Percy's thumb skidded across the head of Harry's cock. "Oliver always did have an interest in you that was a bit too keen," Percy growled, his fist working Harry's cock with unforgiving efficiency. Harry yelped, his body twisting against Percy's, his head falling forward to rest against the elevator wall. He'd never heard the other man sound so possessive before.
"Have you ever had that kind of interest in me?" Harry asked. Percy released his cock and his trousers were unceremoniously shoved further down his hips, sliding to the floor to bunch at his ankles, Percy following their progress downward.
"Not always," Percy said ambiguously from the vicinity of Harry's hips. Determined fingers massaged Harry's bare arse, and warm breath skittered over his sensitized skin. Percy was spreading him open. Surely he wasn't going to--
"Oh fucking hell!" Harry gasped, his whole body jerking in shock at the first ticklishly electric brush of Percy's tongue along his cleft. His back arched with the second and third swipe of Percy's tongue, more focused on Harry's hole. His muscles spasmed under the unrelenting succession of tongue strokes. Percy teased his puckered skin, his index finger moving between Harry's legs to stroke his perineum. The touch was so soft and unexpected, such a contrast to his the intense sensations that Percy's mouth was imparting, that Harry nearly melted into the floor. His whole body relaxed, pleasure coiling upward from Percy's clever tongue. And then that tongue pressed inside him again while Percy's hand gathered Harry's balls, rolling them rhythmically. Harry mewled, his toes curling and his nails scratching against the dark wood of the elevator wall. Percy thrust his tongue deeper inside, and Harry shuddered around it, trembling uncontrollably. He felt Percy's lips moving, followed by a tingle of magic. He suddenly felt warmer.
"Perce," he rasped. "That's... you're..." he was swimming in deep, delirious pleasure, the air around them superheated with arousal and anticipation. Harry's body tensed at the sudden intrusion of an index finger, but whatever spell Percy had used was doing wonders to relax him. Standard lubrication and stretching charms, he imagined. But it was more than that, his nerves overloading as heat spread through his body with each thrust of Percy's finger.
"We'll prepare you properly, Mr Potter, since it's been so long," Percy practically purred. Harry had never heard anything so erotic in his life.
"What is that?" Harry groaned as a second finger inside him sent sparks exploding through his body. This was not normal, even for the best shag, and Harry tried to tell Percy that as the redhead moved his fingers in and out of Harry's body. He didn't quite manage to find the words, though, and gave it up as a bad job.
"Working with experimental charms has its advantages," Percy said wickedly, a third finger pressing into him. Percy twisted his wrist, corkscrewing into Harry's body and back out again. Each thrust sent another burst of smoldering arousal through him, his body desperate for more.
"Tell me you want me," Percy whispered, so quietly that Harry almost missed it as he rode wave after wave of pleasure, pushing him higher. He could barely think. He'd never been so aroused in his life.
"Want you," he sobbed.
Percy stood, his hands on Harry's hips. Harry could feel the other man's cock poised and waiting. "Like you mean it."
Part of him wanted to tell Percy where to shove it, irritated like he always was when authority figures tried to rein him in too much. But the other part recognized the challenge in Percy's tone, and he always loved a challenge. Besides, telling Percy where to shove it was precisely what he wanted to do.
Percy wasn't moving, though Harry could feel the way the other man trembled, holding himself back, denying them both what they wanted. And Harry wanted it so much.
"Percy," he moaned. "Percy, please, I need you."
The yowl that screeched out of Harry's throat echoed through the elevator shaft as Percy took him at his word, driving forward. He buried himself deep inside Harry, and the sudden intensity, the utter fullness nearly overwhelmed him.
"No," Percy snapped, stilling completely. "Not yet, Potter."
Harry should have been ashamed of the whimper that escaped him, but he was too focused on calming down and holding back for anything so trifling to upset him. Percy was bossy to the last, and no one had spoken to Harry like this in longer than he could remember. The thrill of the challenge -- Harry could keep control of himself just as long as Percy dared him to do so.
"Good," Percy hissed, the word drawing out as he pulled out nearly all the way, inches between their bodies. Harry moaned, practicing as much self-control as he could. He needed more of Percy, craved it. When Percy obliged him and thrust back in, he gasped with relief and pleasure.
Hands under his robes smoothed down his sides and up over his chest. Percy's fingers combed through Harry's chest hair and brushed over his nipples as he propelled his hips forward, slamming into Harry's body over and over.
"Percy," Harry panted, his scorched nerves singing with pleasure.
"Say it again," Percy said, his voice low and dangerous, a note of ragged desire beneath his demanding exterior.
"Percy," Harry whined, pushing back against Percy, fucking himself on the other man's cock. "Percy, Percy..."
"Harry," Percy rasped back, the cadence of his thrusts accelerating, taking on an urgency that Harry could feel with every movement. Their voices entwined, a litany of each other's names as they rocked together. Harry was trembling with the effort of holding his climax off. He felt both as though he'd been filled and that he was being consumed, the intense, ecstatic pleasure coursing through him and completely overtaking him.
"Percy, please!" he keened.
With a hoarse "Yes!" that ricocheted around the elevator, Percy came hard, driving his hips forward and flattening Harry against the wall. Harry took it as sanction to follow suit, and let go, freefalling into his climax. Lightning forked before him, through him, an explosion more massive and earth-moving than the one Harry had caused in the Experimental Charms wing the week before. He screamed Percy's name as his entire body released itself into pure bliss, into surging, limb-numbing, mind-shaking paradise. He heard the spatter of his come against the wall, but he didn't care. He was too bouyant, too purely happy. His muscles relaxed, and his vision swam back into existence, pinpricks of light still dotting what he could see. He became aware of Percy's arms slung loosely around his hips as the redhead breathed deeply, his forehead resting against Harry's still-clothed shoulder. He realized how warm he was, and how sweaty, though he found he didn't mind. A little sweat wasn't a bad thing.
"Perce," he sighed, and gasped as Percy's spent cock slipped from his body. He drew his trousers back up and turned around for a kiss, frowning when he saw that Percy had already used a spell to clean up after them and had retreated to the other side of the elevator. "What's wrong?"
"We shouldn't have done that."
Harry stared at him, hands freezing on his half-done fly. "What?"
"It was completely unprofessional."
"Why?" Harry recognized the semi-restrained panic in Percy's voice. The other man thought they'd broken rules, and he would do anything to make amends to those he thought he'd offended. Harry was not going to let him off that easily.
"We're colleagues!"
"Uh huh."
"We're at work."
"Right."
"We're in a bloody elevator that my father could very well be waiting for!" Percy sputtered.
"Why does any of that have to mean that we should regret what just happened?"
"Potter--"
"What happened to 'Harry'?"
Percy's shoulders slumped. "'Harry'? I want him too much."
Harry crossed the elevator in two strides and caught the taller man's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I want you too, and I don't care what anyone thinks."
"Even me?" Percy asked in a small voice.
"If you're going to be an idiot and tell me that this isn't a good thing, then yeah, even you." Harry brushed his lips against Percy's tenderly, reassuringly. Tentative fingers cupped Harry's jaw, and Percy shivered and broke away.
"I'm not just... a substitute?" he asked. "I mean, you were with Charlie for two years. I'm not just a Weasley to take his place?"
"Am I just one Tri-Wizard Champion taking the place of another for you?" Harry countered.
"Of course not!" Percy snorted.
"Of course not," Harry echoed. He reached for his wand and started the elevator again with a barely articulated "Finite incantatem." It shuddered back to life and continued its journey downward as Harry's arms snaked around Percy's waist.
"Want some help paring down your report for Amos?" he asked, kissing his way down Percy's neck. The other man cleared his throat uneasily, shifting closer. Harry could feel the stirrings of renewed arousal in them both. He wondered just how much work they would manage to get done in the coming days, though he imagined that Percy wouldn't let either of them slack off too much.
"I suppose, if you've nothing better to do with your time."
"I can think of several things better."
The elevator ground to a halt at the third floor before Percy could reply, and the redhead sprang out of Harry's arms just as the doors slid open.
A half dozen witches and wizards were milling about in front of the elevator, each looking a different degree of disgruntled. "About time," someone muttered.
"You weren't trapped inside," Harry retorted with the utmost nonchalance, stepping out and waiting for Percy to do the same. "It feels like I've been waiting months to go down."
Percy choked but didn't say anything, and Harry led the way back to the office. The door had barely closed behind them before Harry found himself shoved up against the wall again, frantic lips on his and hands fighting their way beneath his robes.
"Months, you say?" Percy murmured.
"Indeed, Mr Weasley."
"Then we'd best make up for lost time."
And they spent the day doing just that.