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cuffmeinblack · 10 months

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Friendly competition

Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett

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A/n: This started with a dumb idea and badly edited picture, then @xantineverdoer ruined my life by sliding smut into my ask box and I produced whatever the fuck this is. Thank you for the coin flip idea. Also tied this into this week's Weasley Wednesday prompt: Quidditch!

Garreth was used to Sebastian's smug attitude, particularly in the case of friendly (or not) competition. The Slytherin had always been cocky, self-satisfied, insufferable in some regards, but he usually had a reason to be. Talented in more ways than one, Sebastian's confidence also extended to the bedroom—something Garreth had found out the previous year after far too much firewhiskey and a particularly ferocious Quidditch match.

He'd been sick to death of the brunet's endless gloating and intoxicated flirting, pinning him to the stands and finding out that Sebastian was quite the vocal partner as he whined underneath Garreth's touch with little care for who might hear. Garreth hadn't expected him to be so submissive; though he fought back endlessly and riled Garreth up to no end, in the end he always found himself obeying once Garreth's cock was buried in the boy's arse. Fucking Sebastian Sallow had become a favourite pastime, and the Slytherin appeared to be utterly insatiable in that regard.

Usually after a particularly fraught training session, Garreth would unwind by paying Sebastian a visit, until he found that the Slytherin had started waiting in the stands, watching him fly. There was nothing like aggressively hitting a bludger around to get the blood pumping and adrenaline rushing, except fucking Sebastian afterwards. Garreth started appearing as the Slytherin team trained, drawing curious glances from the green-clad students around him and a knowing smirk from the chestnut-haired boy flying around the pitch. Sebastian was a beater too, and the sight of him swinging his bat around never failed to get Garreth in the mood—he was pretty sure Sebastian added the loud grunts and ruffling of his hair for Garreth's benefit.

What he hadn't expected to see that particular Sunday morning as he settled into the hard wooden bench, was Leander Prewett approaching with a confused expression.

"Alright, Leander? What brings you here?"

"Just fancied watching a bit of Quidditch," he replied with a shrug.

"They're doing drills," Garreth said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Right. Er, why are you here?"

"Scoping out the competition."

Leander grunted, returning his attention to the Slytherin team now mounting their brooms. Garreth knew he was lying, but didn't understand why until he started to follow his gaze. He was watching the same person Garreth had his eyes fixed upon; the fluffy-haired brunet currently pelting bludgers across the pitch to his teammate. It wasn't merely a quick glance, but an intense stare at the boy that was obvious to anyone who was paying even the slightest bit of attention.

"Why are you watching Sallow?"

"What is this, twenty questions?" Leander huffed, turning a gentle shade of pink across his freckled cheeks.

"Do you fancy him?"

"What? No!"

"Seems like you do," Garreth teased.

Leander turned to Garreth, shuffling along the bench towards him and lowering his voice.

"Don't you dare say anything. I mean it, Garreth."

"Merlin's beard, you do!"

"We've been…fooling around with each other for a while."

Garreth's stomach dropped and mouth hung open stupidly at his admission, whilst his friend looked at him uncomfortably, obviously disappointed by his reaction.

"You and…Sallow?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Leander replied, defensiveness flaring.

"Well..."

"Never thought you were the bigoted type, Garreth…"

"Gods, shutup, will you? I…I'm shocked because I've been…fooling around with him, too."

"What?!"

Leander's exclamation drew the attention of several of the spectators surrounding them, their patience for the Gryffindor interlopers clearly wearing thin. Garreth shushed his friend quietly, casting a furtive glance around before landing on Sebastian. Far from being concentrated on his practice, he was watching Garreth (or were his eyes fixed on Leander?) with an amused smile whilst his teammate shouted at him from across the pitch to pay attention.

"That little brat," Leander muttered.

The idea that Sebastian was sleeping around shouldn't have shocked Garreth, but it did bother him slightly. The way the Slytherin flirted incessantly, he was bound to have used it on other unsuspecting victims in order to get his dick wet, but never in a hundred years would Garreth had guessed his best friend would be swayed by him. Of course, Sebastian was gorgeous, physically fit, and had the most perfect little arse, but Leander hated the boy. Perhaps that rippling tension and unresolved hatred was what had drawn them together in the first place.

"I think we should have a talk with him after this…," Garreth sighed.

"I think you're right."

The rest of the training session passed slowly, with Garreth trying his hardest to avoid looking at Sebastian at all, or Leander for that matter. He found himself watching Imelda and wondering if Gryffindor stood a chance against such a strong team, when a whistle blew and snapped him out of his reverie. As the Slytherins landed and filed off of the pitch with backs slapped and smiles exchanged, Garreth and Leander stood simultaneously to walk down the flights of stairs to the grassy grounds below.

They stood in awkward silence as they waited outside of the changing rooms, waiting and waiting until finally, Sebastian sauntered out. Garreth tried to remain impassive as he approached, ignoring how his damp hair from the shower fell over his freckled face, water droplets dripping down his neck and pooling above his collarbone. His mouth was suddenly dry.

"Lads," he said by way of greeting. "Come to watch me play?"

"We had an interesting conversation whilst we were," Leander said calmly.

"Oh? Do tell."

"You've been having sex with both of us?" Garreth asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

Sebastian merely shrugged, bored with the conversation already. Garreth flushed pink, irritation building at his nonchalance. Certainly they weren't anything more than sexual partners, but he'd thought he was his only partner. Perhaps the assumption had been foolish, but the jealousy that rippled through him was very real.

"If you're going to be such a little slut, Sallow…how about you try us both at the same time?" Leander asked.

Sebastian blinked and looked at Leander before breaking into a smirk as Garreth gawped at his friend.

"Hah, likely story. I can't imagine you two daring to have your cocks out in front of each other. You'd spend the entire time bickering over who's bigger."

Refusing to take the bait (because surely he was bigger than Leander, right?), Garreth smiled cheerfully at Sebastian and nodded.

"I think that's a great idea. Tell you what, if Slytherin win the next match, you can have us both," Garreth agreed, catching Leander's surprised glance in his direction.

"And if Gryffindor win, by some miracle?" Sebastian drawled.

"You have to choose between us, for good."

Sebastian narrowed his dark eyes, gaze flicking between the two as he considered the bet. Garreth was faintly worried he'd decide not to choose him, though he didn't particularly like the idea of sharing Sebastian in either scenario either.

"Fine. You'd better decide who gets to go first," he smirked, hauling his bat over his shoulder and giving Garreth a wink.

The wink sent a surge of desire through Garreth's body, culminating in a rush of blood straight to his cock, which twitched eagerly in his trousers. Damn him. He watched Sebastian walk away with his usual swagger, casting a look back at them with another wide grin, knowing they were both ogling the view of his slightly-too-tight breeches.

"Fucking Sallow," Leander muttered.

Sebastian found Garreth a few days before their match after the Gryffindor team had been put through their paces, leaving him exhausted and in no mood for the Slytherin's antics. Of course, his lethargy didn't last long in the face of Sebastian's wandering hands and exasperating taunting. Sebastian had only just finished telling him that he'd be choosing Leander if he couldn't keep up with his energy when his words were replaced by whimpers that filled the space underneath the Quidditch stands.

He still found ways of winding Garreth up whilst his cock was buried deep inside his arse, but that was part of the fun of their rendezvous. He pushed Garreth's buttons until he snapped, forcing him to reduce Sebastian to a whining mess who could barely answer his name. The way the cocky Slytherin eventually folded to Garreth's commands was so deeply satisfying, the way those smirking lips parted for Garreth's tongue and moaned his name as he rode him was exhilarating.

Until a couple of days ago, nobody else in the world knew of their little arrangement, and Garreth was still miffed that he apparently wasn't the only one able to tame Sebastian Sallow. The thought of having his best friend join him was strange but intriguing. Garreth couldn't help but wonder what Sebastian would be like with not one, but two boys pleasuring him—what would become of those soft little whines and begging eyes? Sebastian had left him that day with a nip at his ear as Garreth squeezed his bottom, already missing his warmth.

By the time the anticipated match rolled around, tensions were high in more ways than one. Garreth had been growing more and more frustrated by the day as the stress of the match only increased his need for an outlet. All the furious pumping of his hand in the world couldn't compare to Sebastian's supple body, and the fantasies were no longer cutting it to relieve his frustration.

With a sigh, Garreth started pulling on his kit and gathering his gloves and bat into his bag. Leander appeared at his side as he finished changing, shoving his hands into his pockets with a feigned attempt at nonchalance.

"If they win…," he muttered, looking around the dormitory to check nobody was listening, "we agree not to go easy on him?"

"Goes without saying."

"You okay with this?" Leander asked.

"If they win, yes. Should be…fun to teach him a lesson," Garreth said, barely suppressing a smile.

Leander chuckled and slapped him on the back, sending a ripple through his body. Gods, he hadn't considered actually being naked with Leander as part of the deal. He'd thought about it, but what would it really be like to touch his best friend's bare skin, to see his uncovered frame and watch him fuck the boy he'd been sleeping with for months? If he were truthful, the images he conjured of Sebastian being violated by both of them set his pulse racing and blood rushing straight to where was entirely inappropriate at that moment.

Garreth shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind as he steeled himself, giving Leander a final nod before leaving the room with his belongings. The walk down to the stands flew by and as he tore himself away from his distractions, he was clutching his broom and bat and readying himself to walk out onto the pitch in front of hundreds of people. The roar from the crowd was almost overwhelming, and the rest of his team looked terrified.

Once out onto the lush grass, Garreth mounted his broom as the captains met in the middle of the pitch to shake hands under the glare of Madam Kogawa. His eyes drifted over the swathes of supporters and then down to the Slytherin team gathered opposite. Sebastian was already hovering a few inches above the ground, twirling his bat in his hand and staring at Garreth. A knot twisted in his stomach as he watched his dark eyes and dipped head, perhaps indicative of intimidation to anyone watching, but clearly meant to entice Garreth. He knew then that Sebastian needed that smirk wiped off his face once and for all. Slytherin needed to win.

By all accounts, Slytherin should have secured an easy victory, but by some cruel twist of fate, the one time Garreth wanted his team to lose, they were playing absolutely fantastically. The match was fast, furious and the lead razor thin by an hour in, with Gryffindor ten points up and Garreth growing increasingly frustrated. He’d been thinking about a particularly heated evening spent in the boathouse with Sebastian a few weeks ago, when his peripheral vision caught a brown blur heading towards him and he collided his bat with the bludger just in time, hitting it halfway down the pitch.

“Careful, Weasley. I wouldn’t want you to mess up that pretty face.”

Garreth turned to see Sebastian fly past with a devilish grin aimed his way before shooting off after the offending bludger. Annoyed that the comment had made him flustered, Garreth flew in the opposite direction, hunting down the other ball. He spotted it not too far away, hurtling towards his teammate who was hovering near the goalposts. With a muttered expletive, he was on its tail as the crowds roared around him and the commentator appeared to be going wild—someone was after the snitch. Garreth tuned his hearing into the amplified voice and listened, his head whipping around to see the Gryffindor seeker chasing down the tiny gold ball with his counterpart still seconds behind.

Shit. Gryffindor were going to win.

Garreth had merely half a second of blind panic, his selfish desires overtaking all rational thought as he aimed the bludger and pelted it towards his teammate. His eyes bulged as he realised what he’d done, hoping to Merlin nobody had noticed his deliberate aim. The ball missed by a margin, but distracted the seeker long enough to veer him off course and allow his Slytherin counterpart to catch up.

The rest was history. In a blur of green, the pitch was swarmed with supporters for the winning team as Garreth and the rest of his team were left dumbfounded. There’d be time to contemplate what the hell he’d done later, as well as wallow in guilt, but for now, Garreth was keen to get out of the crowds—he had a bet to collect on.

Garreth took his time in the shower, cleaning everywhere and waiting for the last of his team to file out, trudging back to Gryffindor tower to wallow in defeat. He was squeaky and smelled of pine by the time he crossed the stands into the opposing team's changing rooms, finding them empty except for Sebastian leaning casually against the wall. His eyes flicked over Garreth as he walked in, a look of smug satisfaction across his face.

"Congratulations," Garreth said with a smile.

"Did you purposely attack your own teammate just so you can both fuck me, Weasley?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

His own gaze ran over the boy in front of him, still wet from the shower, flushed and enticing. Garreth was practically salivating at the thought of getting his hands on him as he strode towards him with a predatory glare. Before be could pounce, he was interrupted by Leander's entrance. The three of them stood in the changing room, looking at each other and waiting for someone to initiate.

"So, who's going first?" Garreth asked his friend.

Leander hummed before he rifled through his pockets, producing a silver sickle.

"Heads, I go first?"

Garreth nodded as Sebastian just watched the exchange.

"Tails."

"Thank fuck for that," Garreth sighed, barely able to contain his pent up frustration.

"Come here, princess," Leander grinned, holding out a hand to the brunet.

"Fuck off," Sebastian spat back, but he did as he was told, walking into Leander's open arms.

Garreth found himself watching, fascinated but utterly fucking furious at the display, as Sebastian pulled the taller boy by the tie and swiped his tongue over Leander's lips, all whilst keeping his dark brown eyes trained on Garreth. He closed the distance in a flash, snaking his hands around Sebastian's waist and pressing himself against his back, the moan that left the Slytherin's lips captured by Leander's mouth.

Garreth dipped his head, lips finding the still damp skin at Sebastian's neck as he slid his hands to his waistband, following the thick hair that trailed his chest and abdomen. Licking and nipping at the sensitive spot behind his ear that Garreth knew all too well, Sebastian arched his back, pressing his behind into Garreth's waiting crotch. His erection was already growing steadily and Sebastian was more than eager to tease it with a rhythmic rocking of his hips.

"Like that, Weasley?"

"I'll like it even better when it's buried in your tight little arse," Garreth whispered into his ear.

Sebastian whined and shuddered at the tease as Leander grew impatient with the distraction, swatting Garreth's hands out of the way to grope hungrily at the bulge in Sebastian's trousers.

"You're absolutely rock hard, Sallow," Leander chuckled. "We've barely started."

Sebastian glared but didn't reply, continuing to rock his hips into Leander's hand until he unbuttoned Sebastian's trousers. The boy groaned as his stiff cock was released from the fabric into Leander's waiting hand, his other pulling Sebastian's face back towards him to claim his mouth in another hungry kiss. Running his fingers through that soft chestnut hair, Garreth resumed his attention on Sebastian's neck, biting harder with every push of his soft backside against his erection, sucking the skin with increased vigour at every muffled moan.

Sebastian's soft whines and wet slapping of his cock being tugged were delicious, Garreth's own hard length now throbbing for more attention than the restricted friction could provide. He reached down to release himself, roughly pushing down Sebastian's trousers and giving his arse a hard squeeze before his dripping cock pressed against those peachy cheeks.

Sebastian was writhing between the two friends; breath heavy, skin flushed and hands grabbing at Leander's hair, making a mess of his coiffed 'do. Garreth couldn't help the groan that clawed its way out of his throat as he held Sebastian's hips still to grind against his arse. He felt good, so good, but sounded even better. The way his composure broke down so quickly was intoxicating and Garreth longed for more of those wavering breaths and pathetic mewls…but they had an agreement.

"Remember we said I'd have him first," Garreth warned, eyes flicking to Leander over the brunet's shoulder.

"Oh you can fuck him, but we didn't specify who'd make him come first."

Garreth frowned at the technicality, but his head dizzied with possibilities of what they could do to the increasingly limp Slytherin between them.

"Would you like that? Think you can handle me pounding that tight little arse-" Garreth teased, pressing himself hard into Sebastian's behind, "-after you've spilled all over yourself?"

Sebastian responded with a desperate whine, his head lolling back onto Garreth's shoulder. He really was so beautiful when he was in the midst of pleasure, when the only sounds leaving his mouth were sinful moans rather than sarcastic jibes.

"He's absolutely fucking gone already," Leander chuckled, slowing and eventually removing the hand wrapped around Sebastian's cock.

Sebastian tried to protest but was met with another searing kiss by the towering redhead. They were so close, Garreth could smell his friend’s cologne mingling with their combined arousal and the musky scent of sweat from his lover. Garreth hummed against Sebastian's neck, running his tongue over the blotchy red mark blooming on his skin as the two boys exchanged soft moans. Garreth was about ready to start marking an enticing spot on Sebastian’s shoulder before Leander pulled out of the kiss with a glint in his eye of undisguised lust.

"On your knees.”

Sebastian panted, taking a few seconds to find his voice and realise what he’d been told to do.

"Absolutely no way, I'm not getting on that filthy tile," he spat back.

"I suppose you don't want my cock inside you, then?” Garreth remarked from behind him, taking his length in his hand and guiding himself between Sebastian’s cheeks. “Shame."

The Slytherin gave a tiny shudder of arousal, putting up only a small protest when Leander sat on the bench behind him, pushing Sebastian to the floor by his shoulder. Garreth watched him kneeling between Leander’s legs on the hard floor, completely bare and cock weeping as his face was guided towards the redhead’s waiting member.

The view was utterly obscene—Garreth was so entranced he barely noticed that he was lazily stroking himself as he watched Sebastian sucking his friend’s cock. He was so eager. Who knew anyone could make that much noise whilst their mouth was so stuffed full? Delicious moans, groans and gasps escaped his throat, muffled but still loud enough to fill the room and echo off the tiled walls. Leander’s eyes were fixed downward as his hand gripped the chestnut hair in front of him, completely absorbed in Sebastian’s performance.

"Fuck. Arse up, Sallow.”

Sebastian tried to smirk around the cock in his mouth; not entirely successfully but Garreth got the idea. Kneeling down behind him, Garreth lifted his behind off of his feet, pushing the boy forward as he stumbled and gripped Leander’s thighs for support. The muffled complaint was cut short when Sebastian’s cheeks were parted and Garreth’s tongue swiped over his entrance. Fuck, this was uncomfortable, but needs must.

Garreth closed his eyes and allowed himself to be completely absorbed in Sebastian’s dulled moans and the wet slurping from his mouth. Every flick of Garreth’s tongue made him gasp and keen, much to the frustration of Leander who growled his frustration as Garreth tried to suppress a grin. The Slytherin particularly liked it when Garreth circled his hole before plunging the tip of his tongue inside, the pitch of his whines increasing a whole octave each time he did.

The dull throb of Garreth’s cock grew in intensity with every salacious noise from Sebastian until he couldn’t handle anymore waiting. He was crazed with desire, the pain in his knees nothing compared to the head-spinning arousal that threatened to overwhelm him. A final, firm swipe of his tongue and he retreated, groping in his pocket for his wand with shaking hands and muttering the charm to coat his fingers in a slippery liquid.

“N-not yet. I still want to make this one come,” Leander said, still tugging on Sebastian’s hair as the brunet’s head bobbed up and down.

Garreth swore from frustration, reaching around to spread the lubricant on Sebastian's stiff and twitching cock as Leander pushed him off his lap with a pop and a groan and into Garreth's waiting lap. He was already so pliant, limp and writhing on top of Garreth as he stroked the brunet's girthy length—his bare arse rubbed Garreth's painfully neglected erection with every tug of his hand and their combined loud moans reverberated off the walls and filled his ears.

"Are you going to come all over yourself?" Leander asked through the noise, his hands gripping the twitching boy's thighs and fondling his tight balls.

"Y-yeah…"

The snarky façade was crumbling, revealing Sebastian's pure desperation to be toyed with. He was close, the noises he made bordering on hysterical as his hands made a pathetic attempt at controlling Leander's head. Garreth watched over a freckled shoulder, the ginger head dipped against Sebastian's muscular thighs now peppered with teeth marks and blooming red marks across the tender skin.

"Fucking…faster…"

"Say please," Garreth responded to the whiny demand.

"Please."

Garreth picked up the pace, only a few strokes needed to send Sebastian over the edge with a shuddering moan, spilling his load all over his stomach and Garreth's hand. Garreth muttered praises in Sebastian's ear as he rode out his orgasm, the last dribble of cum barely leaving the boy's cock before Garreth pulled his hand away—he was so fucking ready he could barely think.

"Gods, you're a fucking mess, Sallow," Leander's far away voice said.

Sebastian was already off of his lap, Garreth getting shakily to his feet and wincing at the pain from the hard floor. Undeterred, he gave Leander a sharp look before speaking.

"Help me get him up, I'll probably need you to take his weight."

Garreth had no intention of fucking him on the tiled floor. Sebastian was already getting to his feet, his dark eyes boring into Garreth's skull as he drank him in, diverted as soon as Leander parted his swollen lips with his tongue. Sebastian was but an inch shorter than Garreth, strong and well-built but he looked positively tiny next to Leander, who towered over the both of them with his lean muscular form. He'd have time to wonder why the sight was so riveting later; for now, Garreth's fingers were busy stretching that tight little hole he craved so much.

He'd been right that he'd need Leander's help. As soon as he'd started stroking and circling the soft pad inside Sebastian, the boy was a mess. His legs shook and desperate mewls left his mouth, falling against Leander's plush lips that were turned up in an amused smile. Garreth was three fingers in, Sebastian's entrance stretched so well for him, relaxed and ready.

"Think you can handle all of me?" Garreth asked, already withdrawing his fingers.

"Shutup and fuck me."

Apparently he still had a fucking mouth on him. Any intention of going slowly died with Sebastian's taunt as Garreth lined up his swollen, dripping head with his entrance and pushed inside. The smirking Slytherin collapsed into Leander's chest as Garreth stretched him steadily, until his groin was flush with the soft flesh of Sebastian's behind.

"Come on princess, this is what you wanted wasn't it?"

Leander was busy whispering against Sebastian's parted lips as Garreth looped his arms around Sebastian's, pulling them behind him and linking his hands. Sebastian's back arched into the hold, groaning as he was manhandled just the way he liked.

Sweet relief and absolute ecstasy flooded Garreth's body the moment he started to rock his hips, his eyes diverting downward to watch his cock impaling his lover's arse between those soft cheeks. He'd have time later to grab the flesh and mark him up prettily, but all that Garreth wanted, and could manage to do, was grind against them with increasing vigour. He felt incredible—tight, warm and wet, his walls enveloping Garreth's cock so perfectly and teasing every last drop of frustration out of him.

"So…fucking good…," Garreth gasped.

Sebastian merely whined in response, his flushed face pressed against Leander's shoulder and eyes rolling back into his head. The taller boy stroked his freckled cheek and teased his lips with a thumb, all whilst he laziky stroked his own cock, waiting for his turn.

"What's my name?" Leander asked the Slytherin.

"Uh- fucking…Prewett…"

"Fuck him harder, he's still lucid," Leander chuckled, his brown eyes meeting Garreth's and sending an unexpected shiver of arousal up his spine.

Garreth growled with lustful want, tightening the hold on Sebastian's arms and angling him down, his back arching as Garreth picked up the pace. Their combined moans were deafening and as Garreth spotted a stray tear rolling down Sebastian's cheek, he lost it. He couldn't have stopped if he'd tried, his orgasm coming so suddenly he barely had time to pull out of Sebastian before his ropes of cum spilled all over the heated skin of his back. Garreth threw his head back, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure ripped through him, cock pulsing against the brunet's soft cheeks as the last of his release dribbled from the tip.

"You're mine, Sallow."

The command was met with a tug from Leander, breaking Sebastian free from his loosened grip around his arms as he was guided backwards to the bench. Leander sat down, spinning Sebastian around to ogle the view, planting kisses on his lower back as his fingers teased his opening.

"You want more?"

"Y-yeah…"

Leander pulled the brunet down into his lap, his cock sliding into his already stretched hole with ease. Garreth made his way to the pair in a trance, running his fingers through the soft chestnut locks as he tilted his head instinctively up to him. Finally, Garreth kissed him, those sweet lips tasting of sweat, a hint of Leander but still overwhelmingly Sebastian. He gripped him tightly as Leander started to thrust up into him, the Slytherin too fucked to be able to do much himself except moan into Garreth's mouth.

Garreth steadied himself with a knee on the bench, his strong arms wrapped around Sebastian's back as he shuddered through the pounding from below. The sounds he made were so sinful; whines, gasps, expletives; an incoherent string of noise against Garreth's lips that sounded like the sweetest music, so satisfying to hear.

"Are you going to come again?" Garreth whispered.

"Uh- uhhuh…"

"Fucking hell…," Leander muttered, approaching his peak.

Garreth wiped another tear from Sebastian's eye as he kissed him again before telling him what he wanted to hear.

"Good boy."

Sebastian fell apart, pulling Leander right along with him over the edge. They collapsed backwards onto the hard wooden bench, wrenching Sebastian away from Garreth's grip as Leander continued his rhythmic pounding with the boy on top of him, writhing and overwhelmed. Sebastian gripped the wood, arms, legs, anything he could reach as his body convulsed and all Garreth could do was watch and paw at the brunet's thighs as they came down off their highs, completely awestruck.

"Fuck…s-stop…," Sebastian managed to eek out, squirming in Leander's tight grip.

Leander gave him a final thrust before pulling out, cum spilling on his legs and splattering on the floor. Sebastian could hardly move, but managed to lift himself off of Leander and into Garreth's waiting arms, head lolling onto his shoulder. He'd realise in a minute what he was doing, and the cocky brat would return, but for now Garreth enjoyed the exhausted and thoroughly ruined boy bundled in his arms.

"Slytherin might have won the match but I think I'm going to claim a Gryffindor victory," Garreth sighed, stroking Sebastian's hair.

Leander laughed and held his hand up for a high-five, the ridiculous gesture only making Garreth's grin wider.

"Thank fuck he's finally stopped talking."

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pandanscart · 8 months

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It's easy to get riled up from all those Crossed Wands matches... 😏 It usually leads to a... different sort of Crossed Wands match in the dorm, afterward.

This lovely Prewlow piece is dedicated to my discord buddy @rypnami ❤️💚😘, who is the biggest prewlow stan I know

Uncensored version is here on my Twitter, as well as the uncensored version with no speech bubbles here.

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blueraineshadows · 6 months

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Lured 2 - Before

Part two of Lured. What came before?

Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett ( x F!MC)

NSFW 🔞 dark themes, sex, mentions of violence, and blackmail

Ao3 link

The screams that tore from her throat sounded raw to her own ears as she sat up in the bed, the blankets twisted around her legs, and her eyes blinking in the low light of the single lamp that was lit on the nightstand. Her eyes darted around the familiar underground chamber, taking in the sturdy, old furniture, everything precisely where it should be. There were no sinister shadows, no green glow of forbidden magic, and definitely no death. She pressed a hand to her chest where her heart was hammering madly beneath her ribs, the panic tight and suffocating as her body attempted to catch up with what her eyes were telling her.

It was just a dream. She was safe.

The bedroom door burst open and she flinched back, her harsh gasp sucking air into lungs that felt far too tight, her breaths shallow and strained. Leander appeared, his tall frame filling the doorway, eyes wide as they honed in on her sprawled on the bed.

“MC?”

The hard lines of his face were set with worry, brown eyes lit with panic as he stepped further into the room. Her fingers gripped the twisted blanket, the sight of him sending a wave of relief over her, further confirmation that she was, indeed, safe. She was in the home she shared with the two men in her life. The concern on Leander’s face was heightened by the throb of the magical bond that tethered her to him, she could feel the throb of it in her maddened pulse, his love pushing out the panic as her blood sped through her veins.

Sagging down onto the bed, her lips began to tremble and her shoulders shook, the dark edges of the familiar nightmare beginning to slip away like morning mist as Leander made it to the bed in three long strides. He climbed onto the bed, arms reaching for her, and she let him pull her close against the firm warmth of his chest.

“You’re alright, it’s okay,” he soothed, his hand stroking through her hair as she pressed her face into his chest, breathing in the spicy familiar scent and allowing it to surround her with his safety. “I am right here. You’re safe.”

For someone who had spent most her life alone, how quickly she had come to rely on him, on Sebastian, the bond formed through physical desire and dark magic had merely strengthened through time spent with them. Her heart was theirs, her body an instrument of the passion and lust that burned between them. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pulsing connection, Leander’s thread strong and all consuming due to his proximity, and she felt her body calm to match the rhythm of his, their heartbeats syncing as her breaths slowed.

“Where is Sebastian?” She whispered, her fingers clutching at the thick wool of his jumper. She felt down the thread that connected her to Sebastian and found it faint. The pulse of it was still a comfort, but he was not close by. “He feels far away.”

“He went out before dawn,” Leander said quietly. He smoothed hair back from her face and looked down at her, his thumb caressing her flushed skin. “He will be back later.”

MC shifted closer against Leander’s warmth, his arms wrapping around her as they settled back against the pillows, her ear pressed where she could hear the steady thud of his heart outside of the bond. Her muscles began to relax and calm seeped through her, her eyes dropping to the scar on her wrist, the magical brand that Sebastian had placed there a few months ago. She traced the puckered skin in the shape of an ‘S’, feeling the faint throb of Sebastian and missing the fiery strength that came with his proximity, only then, with the both of them here, would she feel completely at ease.

“Sebastian will be alright,” Leander said softly, his hands still soothing her with lingering caresses. “He always comes back.”

“Do you miss him? The pulse of the bond is weaker when we are parted.”

“Of course,” he replied. He kissed her hair and rearranged the blanket around them both.

“Do you ever fear that he won’t return?”

Leander’s hands stilled and she felt the tremor of his intake of breath. “Yes.”

“We left each other once,” she said, her mind taken back to those days. “It became too much. We were too young… I had to leave before it broke me completely. Now… Now, I can’t bear the thought of being without him, without either of you. The dreams…”

She faltered, squeezing her eyes closed as the nightmares tried to wade back in. Shadowed catacombs, swarms of Inferi and tornadoes of fire. Green light. Murder. So much death. So much pain. Secrets that she would bear the burden of until she lay in her grave. Leander’s hands began to move again. Slow strokes along her spine, fingers across her cheek and in her hair.

“Sebastian has the dreams too, I have comforted him ever since I have been close enough to witness them,” he said. He caught hold of her chin and tilted her head back, looking down at her with dark eyes full of understanding. “I know why. He told me everything.”

“Everything?” She whispered, shocked, her eyes shifting between his own as she searched for the truth. At his nod, her eyebrows lifted. “Was this before, or after he bonded with you?”

“Before,” Leander replied. He stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek, every touch aimed to soothe and placate and it was working.

If Sebastian had told Leander the truth of those dark days, the horrors they had faced as children, then he must trust Leander whole heartedly. Sebastian’s secrets were her secrets too, and she had vowed never to speak of them, and now another knew. She felt a blush stain her cheeks, a shame washing over her realising that Leander knew her darkest truths, and had done this entire time. She tried to look away from him but he held her firm.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered. His gaze was intense, the bond throbbing urgently in her chest as she was caught in that piercing look. “I won’t force you to talk about it, but if you need to then I am here. I will hold you when you wake screaming, and I will always be here to shield you and Sebastian from the demons that haunt you. I told Sebastian that once, and of course I will do the same for you.”

Tears stung the backs of her eyes as she stared at him, his words weaving around them both as they lay in the bed all three of them shared. What truths did Leander hold in his heart beside those he carried for her and Sebastian? How had he become drawn into the web of darkness that had its origins back in their fifth year at Hogwarts? It intrigued her, pulled on her curiosity about this man she had come to love.

“Sebastian must have trusted you more than anyone else in his life to speak the truth. We swore never to tell a soul, even Ominis promised despite loathing the path we chose to walk,” she said. She touched fingertips to his face, her softness scraping against the fine growth of stubble on his jaw. “How did you and Sebastian come to be so close? I would never have chosen you two as companions back then, let alone lovers. How did it happen?”

“It just happened,” he said vaguely. “I did not look for it. I found myself becoming closer to him, and he saw something in me that nobody else did. When the time came, it was easy to turn my back on what I thought was to be my life, and I went with Sebastian. I’ve never looked back.”

“There has to be more to it than that,” she insisted. She held his face now, her eyes imploring deeper. “Sebastian is a difficult person to be close to, believe me I know, but he trusted you enough to tell his darkest secret, and perform a dark magical bond that tied you to him for life… Oh, that’s not why he did it, is it? Did he bond with you so that you couldn’t tell on him, on us?”

She tensed, the thought that this bond had been formed through manipulation making goosebumps spread along her arms. She was in this bond now, caught up with them both until death. Had it all been a great manipulation on Sebastian’s part?

Leander brought his arm up, tugging back the sleeve of his jumper to reveal the same puckered brand she had, his fingertip touching against the scar. “You still have doubts, sweetheart,” he said. His eyes met hers, a sadness in them that she regretted, but yes, her doubt lingered. He sighed and nodded. “Fine, I will tell you. Maybe then you will see that despite all the darkness, this is a bond of love and trust.”

In the low light of the bedroom, MC lay in Leander’s arms under the warmth of the blanket, her dream now forgotten as she listened to him tell his story.

….*....

The nights were getting colder and darker as autumn crept over the streets of London, and Leander made sure to button up his coat as he finished up for the day at work. He straightened the files on his Ministry desk, still not sure if this was what he really wanted in life, the turning of the leaves on the trees making him nostalgic for his time at Hogwarts. This was the first autumn that he was spending away from the castle, a man now, fully graduated and out in the real world. He wasn’t sure the real world was any different than the protected walls of Hogwarts, the people could be just as mean, if not more cruel.

He pulled open the drawer under his desk and took out the letter that had arrived by owl earlier that day. From his mother, it detailed the usual family gossip, and an invitation to return to the family home for dinner at the weekend. They were having some friends over who just so happened to have a daughter of marrying age. He smoothed the envelope with a sigh before tucking it into his coat pocket. Marriage seemed like one step too far into adulthood, and he didn’t like the idea of taking a girl he didn’t know to be his wife. Tied to a woman he didn’t love wasn’t a future he relished. He’d only ever had feelings for one girl, and she had never looked his way. Not once. Her eyes had been firmly on another, a boy who Leander knew he could never compare to. Sebastian Sallow.

As he left the Ministry building, taking the Floo fireplace straight to Diagon Alley, he tucked his hands into his pockets and began to walk the cobbled street towards the Leaky Cauldron. Thinking over the letter, and his reasons for not wanting to marry, his thoughts turned to the only girl who had turned his head. He wondered where MC was now. Perhaps she had married Sallow and was off on an adventure somewhere with him. They were the type of people to lead exciting lives, unlike him. He was one of life’s losers, destined to be shackled to a mediocre job and marry someone respectable.

What if he didn’t want to be respectable? What if he wanted more than what was mapped out for him? There had to be more than this mundane day to day existence.

His brow was creased as he entered the dim interior of the pub, his eyes scanning the space for a familiar face, spotting him in the far corner. He hurried over, taking the seat opposite Edward and glancing around to see who was watching before reaching across the table to take his soft hand in his. Edward was pale with blue eyes, his soft, blonde hair falling in waves about his handsome face. He worked in a tailor shop nearby, and Leander had taken to staring at him, realising that he ached for him. They had been meeting for a few weeks now, progressing to hand holding and soft goodnight kisses. This was new to Leander, the first boy to catch him unawares like this. He had come to realise that both girls and boys could make his pulse flutter and ache. It made his heart pound with curiosity and excitement, a secret part of his soul he had just discovered and he wanted to know more.

“I was worried you might not come,” Leander said, shifting in his seat. A blush stained his cheeks as he smoothed his thumb over the back of Edward’s hand. “How was your day?”

“Of course I came. Why would I not, sweet boy?” Edward smiled warmly and squeezed his hand. “Let me get you a drink. I am sure you have earned it tied to that desk all day.”

They chatted, hands clasped across the table, Leander feeling the tension slip from his shoulders despite his mother’s letter burning a hole in his pocket. He didn’t know if he should tell Edward about his mother’s hopes for marriage. Whilst it wasn’t completely frowned upon to have same-sex couples, his parents would probably not support his choice. A well matched marriage and grandchildren were high on the list of hopes for him and his siblings. He felt the weight of it as he sipped his drink and gazed into peaceful, blue eyes.

When the time came to leave, tiredness making his eyes tight, Leander walked with Edward along Diagon Alley until they came to the little tailor’s shop, pausing under the streetlamp with clasped hands. Edward smiled at him, his gaze soft.

“As always, every evening spent in your company is a delight, Leander,” he said, stepping closer, his floral scent teasing at Leander’s nose, filling him with an ache to feel soft, pale skin under his palms.

Edward cupped his face, reaching up to press warm lips against his. Leander moaned and kissed him back, tasting the liquor on those plush lips, daring to run his tongue along the seam and moaning again when lips were parted to welcome him. They kissed deeply, the swirl of tongues teasing the heat of desire in Leander, making him grip the front of Edward’s robe with need. When they parted, breathing heavily, Leander could feel the beginnings of arousal in his undershorts, wondering what it would be like to have Edward’s soft hands touching him.

“Until next time, then,” Leander said quietly, his eyes searching Edward’s.

Edward nodded. “Look for my owl, dear Leander. Until then…” He placed one last kiss to Leander’s mouth and stepped back.

Leander stood and waited as Edward walked to his shop, glancing back with a last smile before disappearing inside. Heart full, Leander turned and headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron, intending to take the Floo towards his home, a rented room in a more run down part of London. He was lost in thoughts, little dreams about Edward and their next meeting, his blood still thrumming from their kiss. He did not expect the figure to loom out of the darkness, nor to have hands grab the front of his coat and drag him into the shadows. He barely had time to take a breath, let alone yell, before he was backed up against a dark wall, glittering brown eyes glaring into his.

“Sallow?”

Leander’s voice was a shocked, strained gasp at the sight of his old classmate. He had not seen him since graduation a few months ago, and did not expect to see him skulking in the shadows of Diagon Alley. He eyed him warily, always on edge around the Slytherin who had always been one of the first in line to mock him at school. Things hadn’t changed it seemed.

“I didn’t know you were into boys, Prewett. I saw you snogging the face off that pretty blonde. Your boyfriend is he?” Sebastian sneered at him, his hands still holding tight to the front of his coat. Leander felt his cheeks burn, his earlier pleasant rush from the kiss turning into embarrassment. “Does your mummy know you kiss boys in the dark? Last I heard, the Anderson family were planning on shoving their youngest girl into marriage with you.”

Leander’s eyes widened, heart plummeting. “How… How do you even know about that?”

Sebastian let him go, shrugging his shoulders and tapping a finger to the side of his nose. “You would be surprised what I know, Prewett,” he said, smirking confidently. “Information is power. For example, I’m sure you wouldn’t want mummy dearest to find out about your little snog with your tailor boy, and I am willing to keep your dirty secret. For a price.”

Leander glared at Sebastian, wishing he had the guts to swipe that smug look off his face. Some things really never changed. Sebastian always had to have the upper hand, it was infuriating. Despite his constant best efforts, he had never been able to best Sebastian in a duel, the boy’s quick wit and sharp tongue had left Leander at a loss more often than not. He would just flee the space to escape the ridicule. One look from those cunning, brown eyes was enough to make him shiver, and being caught in the dark with him like this had awoken those old feelings.

They were men now, a fight would have bigger consequences with no Professors to pull them apart and Leander was out of practice. His hands were used for pushing quills and reading parchments rather than wielding his wand in duels. In the age-old question of fight or flight, Leander would choose flight and considered the option of Apparating. Just one thought, one quick wield of magic and he could be gone from here, away from that smirking face. And yet he remained just where he was, staring at Sebastian, his heart thumping behind his ribs.

“Why should you care what I do with my time?” He asked, wondering why he bothered to ask. He should just go, leave it, get away.

“How’s life in the Ministry, Prewett?” Sebastian cocked his head, eyeing him, reaching out to straighten the front of his coat where he had grabbed it before. “Smart suits and nice dress coats, you’ve done rather well for yourself, haven’t you? A proper gentleman. An eligible bachelor, indeed.”

The amusement dancing in those brown eyes was like fingernails at the back of Leander’s neck as he eyed the black clothing Sebastian wore. It wasn’t finery, but neither was it rags, so Sebastian must be earning coin somehow. While his face had become slimmer and more angled with age, he didn’t look as pale and strained as he had done for a while there at school. Leander wondered how his sister was, she had been sick and never returned to school. There was rumour that she had died like his guardian. It made Leander wonder if Sebastian was alone, or was Gaunt still around. The question that burned within him the most was the whereabouts of MC. Even now, despite his budding affection for Edward, he thought of her.

“No ring on your finger, Sallow. I guess that makes us both bachelors,” Leander said. “Where is MC these days?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “I’m surprised you haven’t come across her, she likes to dabble in trade, albeit in the more murkier black market.”

Leander frowned, shaking his head, but he didn’t have time to speak before Sebastian continued.

“It’s true what I’ve heard, isn’t it? You work in the Division of International Magical Trading Standards. You must hear about all sorts of goods moving in and out of the country. Shipping has become even bigger business since the widespread introduction of Muggle railways.”

In the low level desk job he actually had, Leander didn’t think it was likely he would hear anything of much importance to do with trade itself, and he certainly hadn’t heard anything about black market dealings let alone the mention of MC’s name. He frowned, that weird scraping sensation on the back of his neck continuing at the realisation that Sebastian seemed to know too much about him. Why did he even care? What was he playing at? And why was he stalking him in the street at night?

“What do you want, Sallow?”

Sebastian smiled. “Now we’re getting somewhere! I’m so glad you asked,” he said. He slapped a hand onto Leander’s shoulder, leaning conspiratorially forwards. “I need some information. There is a shipment due in Greenwich docks at the end of the month, I need a list of what’s going to be on that ship.”

Leander’s eyes bulged. “What? No! I can’t give you that! Even if I had access to that kind of information, which I don’t, I wouldn’t just hand it over. I could lose my job.”

Sebastian sighed and removed his hand, his face one of mocking regret. “Oh dear, then I guess mummy dearest might be receiving an owl really soon. She can read all about your little rendezvous with your little tailor boy over breakfast. I hope she doesn’t choke on her tea.”

Leander clenched his fists, trembling, wanting more than ever to slap that smug face. He envisioned it, his whole body tingling with anticipation at the idea. Would Sallow’s handsome cheek bloom pink under the smack? Would he slap him back? Likely, or he would go for his wand and hex him with some awful curse. He watched as Sebastian casually flicked a lock of hair back from his forehead, his confidence something to be envied and Leander found himself wondering if that lock of hair was soft under his fingertips.

What? Where did that come from?

His cheeks burned and he scowled furiously at Sebastian, angry at him for ruining his lovely evening, angry at himself for being such a coward and letting him treat him like this, and most of all, he was annoyed at himself for thinking soft things about the irritating prick.

“No! I won’t do it,” he said, hoping his voice sounded firm. He pushed off from the wall and took a step away from Sebastian, careful not to turn his back on him. “Do your worst, I don’t care. Leave me alone.”

Sebastian was fast, his movements slicker than a coiled snake, he grabbed Leander by the coat again and slammed him against the wall, but this time he pressed his hips against him to pin him there. Leander couldn’t stop the little whimper that escaped his lips and he flinched as his back hit the hard brick, sucking in a breath at the hard press of Sebastian’s body. Only moments ago he had been aroused at his kiss with Edward, the sensitivity still there and nudged with the movement, only it was Sebastian pressing against his manhood, not lovely Edward.

“Fuck…” He gasped. “Get off.”

“Don’t disappoint me, Prewett,” Sebastian said, his voice low and dark.

Leander couldn’t tear his gaze away from glittering, dark eyes. Sebastian was a little shorter than him, but his dominance still held sway as he glared, his scent crept over Leander - male, woody, with a hint of spiced cologne. Leander gulped and squirmed, biting back the tight sound that tried to escape his throat as his pelvis rubbed against Sebastian’s. This was wrong, this shouldn’t be like this…

“The ship coming in is due on the 28th, it is called The Celeste. I want the container list,” Sebastian said, his breath a cool breeze against Leander’s cheek. He could smell whiskey, his gaze drawn to pink lips that were damp, and so close… shit. Sebastian shook him, jolting him with a yelp. “Are you listening to me? Get me that list. You’ve got three days. Meet me in the Leaky Cauldron at 8pm, and come alone.”

“I can’t,” he whimpered, shaking his head. “You don’t understand…”

Sebastian’s growl of frustration split the night. He thrust his face up towards Leander, hands tightening on his coat. “Come on, Prewett, don’t be a fucking coward,” he coaxed. “You can do it, I know you can. Where’s that Gryffindor bravery, hmm? Be a good boy, and get me that shipping list, and I won’t tell your mummy about your boyfriend. I might even buy you a whiskey. Do it well, and I might have some more opportunities for you. How does that sound? Would you like a little extra excitement in your life, Prewett? Please me, and you shall be rewarded, I promise.”

Leander could barely breathe, Sebastian’s words coiling around him like hypnotic, dark smoke. The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, and the scandalous press of his hips, it all combined to pull at parts of Leander he hadn’t realised existed. The urge to please Sebastian was boiling heat in his guts, and he had no idea where it was coming from and his head was all fuzzy and distracted by the close proximity in the dark.

How could something like this be tempting him? Not just this sudden physical allure, but the offer to take part in something that was clearly against the law and moral code. Hadn’t he been wishing that life could be more exciting? Why did it have to come from Sebastian Sallow, of all people, though? His head was moving from side to side, the denial there as these thoughts spun and twisted through his head. He couldn’t lose his job, it had been hard enough to get it in the first place. His mother had been so proud…

His mother also wanted him to marry the nice Anderson girl, and wouldn’t want him kissing boys in the street, but he had done it anyway. He looked down at Sebastian, watching with burning breaths as he lifted a hand to grasp his chin, those fingers gripping him felt like fire on his flesh. He audibly gulped and Sebastian’s smile was slow, knowing. He gently caressed up Leander’s cheek, fingers as light and teasing as feathers.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Oh fuck… the fight slid out of him, his fists unclenched, and his veins sung with flame at that caress. The flood of heat up his neck and cheeks surely had to be through shame. It couldn’t be desire making him tremble and burn. Not for him, not for Sallow.

He nodded. “I’ll… I’ll get the list.”

Leander didn’t think he would ever be able to forget the smile that curved those pink lips, or the way it made his insides burn with something both terrifying and arousing all at once.

….*....

It was past 8pm when Leander stood outside the Leaky Cauldron three days later, hands sweating, the incriminating piece of parchment containing the copied shipping list in his pocket. He had come up to the door and walked away three times already, realising that this part was actually harder than stealing the information in the first place, and that had been terrifying enough.

But exciting, don’t forget that part…

He shook his head in denial, the thud and rush of his heart making his head spin. He should be running away from this meeting, it was foolish to be here. He had declined a date with Edward to make this meeting with Sallow, and now that he had arrived, he wondered just how stupid a move he was about to make. He thought of Edward’s soft smile and gentle hands, but they were blurred out by glittering dark eyes and the press of a pelvis in the shadowed darkness.

Leander shook his head again, almost laughing at himself. Sallow didn’t want him, he was merely using him, a means to an end. He wouldn’t put it past Sallow to use this act of defiance against his superiors as leverage to get more information. And, yet here he was, standing outside the pub about to meet with him anyway. Fool.

Swallowing hard, Leander put his hand on the door handle and pushed, entering into the gloomy interior of the Leaky Cauldron, the pub humming with the bustle of evening patrons. His eyes landed on Sebastian immediately, the irony not lost on him that he was sat at the table Edward always chose for them. With quick strides he arrived at the table, Sebastian’s smug smirk leering up at him as he slid into a seat opposite him. He could feel the sweat gathering on the back of his neck already and he glanced nervously about, expecting an Auror or a high up Ministry official to step out and grab him.

“You made it, then,” Sebastian said, lounging back in his seat, his eyes assessing him. “Blood hell, Prewett. Relax.”

Sebastian slid a shot of whiskey towards him with a smile. “Get that down you. That will sort you out.”

Leander eyed the shot glass warily before snatching it up and throwing it back, coughing as the burn hit, his eyes watering a little. “I got it,” he said, patting his pocket. “It’s right here. We’re done, even.”

Sebastian chuckled, his eyes gleaming, pleased. He nodded in approval and lifted his shot glass in salute. “Well done, Prewett. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

“So, that’s it, right?” Leander pulled an envelope from his pocket and slid it discreetly across the table. Sebastian picked it up and smoothly tucked it into his pocket without a second glance at it. “I did what you asked, you won’t send the owl to my mother about Edward, and I can go?”

“What’s the rush? Let me get you another drink. I did promise a reward after all,” Sebastian said. He placed his elbows on the table, clasping his hands and leaning forward. “So, Edward… How serious are you two?”

Leander frowned. “What? That’s none of your business. Are you not even going to check the parchment? I could have faked it.”

Sebastian smirked, his eyes never leaving Leander’s face. “You wouldn’t do that,” he said, his confidence oozing from him in waves. “You know, Edward looks too…nice. What do you see in him? Surely you want something a bit more exciting, something with a bit of fire… a challenge.”

“I am not having this conversation with you, Sallow,” Leander said, shaking his head. He put his hands flat on the table, pushing himself to his feet. “We’re done here.”

As he shuffled out from behind the table, Sebastian got to his feet too and came around to stop him, his hand taking hold of Leander’s arm. “Wait…”

Leander paused, eyeing Sebastian with a frown. “What for?”

Sebastian’s eyes wandered from his face to peer behind Leander, and he was about to turn and see what had caught his eye, before a hand cupped his cheek, preventing him from looking back. He opened his mouth to say something but the words died on his tongue as warm lips pressed against his.

Leander froze, his eyes wide as he looked at Sebastian, the brown of his tormentor’s eyes seemed to swirl with an inticing lure in the low light of the pub. They drew Leander in and stole all the space in his mind until there was no room for anything else. The entire room appeared to fade out until there was only him and Sebastian in a time that stretched on and on, but it could only have been seconds. The close proximity of him was intoxicating, it transcended everything else, and Leander hadn’t even realised that his hand had gripped the front of Sebastian’s coat until he pulled back, their lips parting in a soft movement that almost seemed to beg for more.

The breath Leander drew in seemed to take an enormous amount of effort, his face stunned by shock as he stared at Sebastian. Something flickered in the depth of Sebastian’s eyes, something hesitant almost, but it was covered quickly and a slow smirk lifted his lips as he took a step back, his gaze sliding back over Leander’s shoulder. Shaken to the core, and utterly confused, Leander turned and his stomach plummeted to his boots.

There stood Edward, his lovely face ashen as he stared at Leander, his lips parted and his eyes dulled with pain and disappointment. He looked crushed and it was like a blow to Leander’s stomach to see it. Edward had seen the kiss. No, this couldn’t be happening.

“Edward…” Leander took a step towards him, his hand outstretched in a plea.

Edward lowered his head and shook it, stepping back. He held his hand up, backing away, muttering apologies under his breath when it wasn’t even his fault. Leander felt something tear inside of him, a wound opening up that poured grief at hurting a gentle soul like Edward.

“Edward, please…”

But Edward was gone, his handsome, blonde head had hurried out of the door and into the night. Leander let his hand drop to his side and bowed his head. There would be no more meetings, no more soft hands to hold, and no more kisses filled with longing to say goodnight. All he really had now was his work, and the prospect of a loveless marriage to look forward to.

He turned back to Sebastian, the Slytherin’s face one of smug satisfaction as he folded his arms. “Whoops,” he said, with a little shrug. “What a shame. He seemed like such a nice boy, too.”

Leander felt a tight heat seize him, he stepped forward and grabbed the front of Sebastian’s coat, glaring at him. “You did that on purpose,” he spat. “That kiss was nothing more than another one of your stupid games, wasn’t it?”

Sebastian took hold of Leander’s wrist and calmly extracted his hand from his coat. “Now, now, Prewett. Take it easy. You’ll thank me later.”

Leander huffed. “Thank you? I don’t think so. You’re crazy, deluded. Just leave me alone!”

He spun on his heel, done with this madness, and stormed from the pub. He hit the cool air of darkness and immediately looked down the street towards where Edward’s tailor shop sat nestled amongst the other buildings, but there was no sign of his blonde hair in the deserted street. His heart sank all over again as he tried to summon the nerve to chase him. But, what would he say? How could he explain his odd relationship with Sebastian when he didn’t understand it himself?

He put a hand to his forehead, trying to process everything. Sebastian had kissed him! Kissed him! His hand moved to his mouth, his fingers touching to his lips, still damp from the whiskey and Sebastian’s soft kiss. He tried to ignore the searing rush of his blood, the tremor of excitement that had awoken at the touch of those plush lips. It hadn’t meant anything, it was all a part of whatever game Sallow was playing.

The door of the pub opened behind him, the sound probing through his sifting thoughts, and he turned to see Sebastian standing on the pavement behind him with his hands in his pockets. It was hard to read the expression on his face, but those eyes, those deep, brown eyes that had sucked him in so completely back there were fixed firmly on him. It was hard to look away.

Sebastian rolled his shoulders, seemingly unconcerned, and looked both ways up and down Diagon Alley. The night seemed empty, the sky a blank canvas with no stars where the cloud cover was heavy with promised rain.

“You know, a desk job isn’t for everyone, Prewett. There is more to life than pushing a quill across the page for some prick who will never respect you,” he said, taking a step closer. “You want more, don’t you? Getting that list for me was exciting, it got the heart thumping, didn’t it?”

Leander shook his head and began to walk, his heart tripping madly in his chest. “Leave me alone.”

He could hear Sebastian’s footsteps behind him and he made his strides longer, making him have to jog to keep up. He couldn’t do this, it was making his head spin, he didn’t understand.

“I told you that getting that list would be worth your while,” Sebastian said. “With your contacts, I can be one step ahead. This could make serious money for us.”

Leander rounded on him, furious. “Money!? Worth my while?” He yelled, cheeks flushing and his eyes wild. “I risked my fucking job to get you that list, and the best you could do was buy me a whiskey and chase Edward away. He didn’t deserve it, Edward is a good person. You’re a prick, Sallow, you’ve always been a prick. Now, just leave me alone!”

“Edward is a soft mummy’s boy who would bore you to tears. So, he has a pretty face, who fucking cares?” Sebastian sneered, reaching out to grab his arm. “You’re better than that, you’ve got more fire in your blood than that, I know you have. I’ve seen the way your eyes burn when you duel, that passion, that hunger for more. Edward wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

Leander scoffed, yanking his arm free of Sebastian’s grip. “Oh, and I suppose you’re saying you can, is that it? Your little kiss back there was proving a point, was it? Look at me, I’m Sebastian Sallow, I’m the fucking best at everything!”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed dangerously and Leander pushed his hands through his hair, messing up his neat style as he desperately tried to make sense of all this.

“I mean, what are you even doing kissing me like that? What about MC? Doesn’t she mean anything to you after everything? You two were inseparable at school.”

“Don’t. You don’t know anything about my relationship with MC,” Sebastian said quietly, his eyes dark. “She has nothing to do with any of this. I… I don’t even know where she is.”

Leander stared at him. “You don’t?”

Sebastian looked away, his chest heaving with a deep breath. “We are not together anymore. She left. All I know is that she chases after the same priceless relics and artefacts as I do, and to best her I have to get the information before she does. I need someone who knows things on the inside.”

“You mean me,” Leander gasped. He pushed his hands into his hair again. “Fucking hell, Sebastian. What kind of messed up shit is this?”

“The lucrative kind,” he said, stepping closer again. “Leander, you are the only one I would trust with this. And, honestly, didn’t you enjoy it? The rush, the excitement… And the kiss… was it really so bad?”

“I…” Leander couldn’t find the words. He stared at Sebastian.

No, the kiss had not been bad, in fact the kiss had been something else, the rush of it still lingered within him after all. It was the fact that it was Sebastian that had given him such a kiss that stole his ability to think straight. If someone had told him that this would be happening in his future he would have laughed and thought them mad. He thought about the other night when Sebastian had pressed him against the wall and mocked him for kissing Edward, his scathing tone as he belittled the moment that, at the time, had felt so wonderful.

Now, that kiss he shared with Edward paled into insignificance compared to the brief touch of lips he had shared with Sebastian.

“I didn’t know you were into boys, Sallow,” he said softly, his lips twisting into a wry smirk.

“Not just any boy.”

Leander wasn’t sure, but he thought maybe there was something softer in Sebastian’s eyes for a moment before he stepped forward, looking up at him as he patted his pocket.

“Thank you for the list,” he said, his eyes roaming over Leander’s face. “I will be in touch.”

Leander wasn’t sure what to do, a crazy part of him wanted to reach for Sebastian, but he kept his hands at his sides and just stared as Sebastian began to back up away from him. Despite everything, it felt like he didn't want this to be over just yet. If Sebastian was gone, then so was the risk, the danger.

“Wait…”

It was too late. A sharp crack, a swirl of air and Sebastian was gone.

….*....

As the weeks slipped into months, Leander met Sebastian more and more often, passing him shipping details and locations without really knowing what they were for. They would share a whiskey in the Leaky Cauldron and exchange insults, and each time Leander would insist it was the last, but when Sebastian appeared again, he would do what he asked of him. He risked his job and reputation to steal the information from the Ministry and passed it onto Sebastian. He never asked questions, and he realised that he didn’t judge, he just did it. Maybe he should be asking questions, whatever Sebastian was doing, it couldn’t be good if he was sneaking information out of the Ministry like this. But Leander didn’t stop, he couldn’t.

After the first few times, the insults became less, and they would even share a joke or two over their whiskey, and then came the night that would change everything. Leander would never be able to look at Sebastian the same way again after that night.

One whiskey became two, then five, and then they lost count. The night grew later and Leander couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much. When the barman told them it was time to leave, Sebastian had muttered something about having a room, grabbing Leander and dragging him to the stairs. Leander could tell himself it was the whiskey that had done it, the alcohol had made him burn and ache, made his mouth respond when Sebastian’s lips found his. It had nothing to do with the way their eyes had kept meeting across the table, or how their knees would accidentally brush against each other.

Sebastian’s mouth was hot and tempting, their tongues meeting in a desperate swirl that made them moan and gasp, hands pulling at clothing as Sebastian unlocked the door to his room and pulled Leander inside. Pushed to sit on the bed, Leander’s trousers were pooled around his ankles, his hands braced against the mattress behind him as Sebastian freed his throbbing arousal from his undershorts and groaned before closing his hot, wet mouth around it.

It was the stuff of fantasies, his deepest, darkest desire that usually played out behind his eyes during his lonely nights. Leander had never dared to hope that such a thing could come to pass, and yet here he was, flexing his hips upwards to push his cock deeper into Sebastian’s throat. Better yet, his once rival was taking it with whimpering moans, his hands fondling his balls and gripping his base, sucking and teasing like a man starved. Leander pushed his fingers through that mop of brunette hair, gripping the soft strands as he built towards his release. When he came, he stared, awestruck as Sebastian swallowed his seed, dribbles of it leaking out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. An innocent with such things, he’d never seen anything so erotic. It blew his mind and he thought about it for days afterwards.

Leander didn’t return to his own bed that night, nor any of the other nights that Sebastian visited London. Their meetings would always end with fucking, and Leander was getting rather good at it. He craved it, longing for the day when Sebastian would return from his work and they could finally touch. His body had come alive under Sebastian’s hands and lips, feeding a lust that consumed him.

But, it was purely lust. Leander did not fool himself that it meant anything more. No matter how much he craved Sebastian, once the fucking was done, Sebastian would always leave the next morning and Leander would never know when, or if, he would return. He never asked what it all meant either, for fear of the answer he would receive.

On occasion, Leander would see Edward in passing, but they would exchange a look and nothing more. Leander tried to smile, his eyes hopeful, but Edward would turn away and Leander felt the ache in his chest all over again. It was strange how he still held some kind of hope where Edward was concerned, perhaps it was because his mother was still pushing for the betrothal to go through with the young Anderson girl, and Leander did not want it. In truth, he wasn’t sure he wanted Edward either, it was merely the freedom of choice that pulled his gaze towards the handsome man. He was the soft option compared to Sebastian’s fire and unpredictability, and while Leander craved that dark fire, he knew he was waiting for it to burn out, and then what would he be left with?

Work was a desk and parchments, days spent twirling a quill and gazing across the office with blank eyes as he wondered what else in the world he could be doing, all those discoveries and adventures out there just waiting to happen and he was stuck underground in London with thousands of Muggles for company. Men in suits being important, ladies in their finery walking through the parks and taking tea in the restaurants, all unaware of the magical community that thrived right under their noses.

Where was Sebastian right now? What was he doing? He was always off on some trip, sometimes gone for weeks at a time, and Leander would wonder if that had been the last he would see of him. His chest ached at the idea of Sebastian bedding other people while he was gone, man or woman, and it made him feel sick to think of it. He ignored the relief that would sweep over him at the sight of unruly brunette locks, and glittering dark eyes, and he would try not to seem too eager when Sebastian finally reappeared. He told himself it didn’t matter, but as the time wore on he knew that whatever he shared with Sebastian meant more than it should.

Early spring saw the trade picking up on the Thames once again, the bitter winter months had kept the flow of ships at a minimum, most of the shipping information that he had unearthed was for the trains. He kept the parchments with his notes in a special file, hidden with a charm that made it invisible to prying eyes, ready for the day when Sebastian would come. Every week on a Thursday evening, without fail, Leander would arrive at their meeting spot in hope. They never used owls lest they should be intercepted, at least that’s what Sebastian said. Leander had the suspicion that Sebastian just liked the idea of him waiting every week for his arrival.

Sebastian was seated in the Leaky Cauldron when Leander entered after work on this particular Thursday. Leander slid into the seat opposite, noting the dark shadows under his eyes and his pale complexion; he looked thinner, too, since the last he had seen him. It had been almost a month and it looked like the time had not been kind. They nodded their greeting and Sebastian clasped his hands together on the table top as he took in Leander.

“You look well, Prewett,” he said. “I’ve not seen any official announcement of a betrothal yet. I take it you are still an eligible bachelor?”

It was always the same. Sebastian always poked around for details, his questions a probe into whether Leander was seeing anyone else. Leander shook his head, licking his lips. “No betrothal,” he confirmed. “Although, I don’t think it will be long. The season is starting in the city soon, so I shall be expected to begin courting Miss Anderson once she arrives here with her family.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and sat back, chewing his lower lip. “Bloody arranged marriages. I’m glad I missed out on all of that nonsense,” he mumbled. He stared at Leander, his leg bouncing under the table with nervous energy. “Do you want to get out?”

“What do you mean?” Leander frowned. “Out of where?”

“Here, the city,” Sebastian shrugged. He leaned across the table, his eyes glowing. “I have a job, a big one. It’s going to take me away for a while. You could come with me.”

Leander gaped at him. He wasn’t serious, surely? “You mean just leave? But, where are you going? I can’t just leave.”

“What’s keeping you here?”

He had no answer for that. He sat, staring dumbly, his long fingers plucking at the fabric of his trousers as he began to sweat. His thoughts tumbled against each other as a strange tightening feeling began to twist in his stomach. What if he did go? It would mean no more sitting at a desk and staring at the same patch of wall day after day. But leaving would mean trusting Sebastian, going with him into the unknown and into Merlin knows what kind of trouble. He chewed his lip and tried to put it all down to nonsense, but the pull of the other man was taking him over.

Leander couldn’t help but stare at his mouth, those lips that knew his body so well, the long fingered hands that had coaxed hours of pleasure out of him. Looking into Sebastian’s eyes he felt the familiar slip of falling under their spell and he knew there would be no going back if he held that gaze.

“Come with me, Lea,” he whispered. “Leave this place.”

“But, my job… I’m your contact. Where would you get the information?” Leander could run through a hundred reasons why this would be madness, a huge change and disruption, but it was terrifying to think he only needed one reason to do it.

“We would find a new contact,” Sebastian said, shrugging. “There is always someone willing to be bought, you just need to know their price.”

Leander bit his lip, uncertainty pulling at him one way, desire pulling him the other. When Sebastian slid a hand across the table, palm up, he didn’t even hesitate. He placed his hand in Sebastian’s without a second thought. A smile curved Sebastian’s lips.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

….*....

It was the dead of night and the sky was at its darkest as Leander lay in Sebastian’s arms, staring out of the dirty window of his room in the Leaky Cauldron. His skin was still flushed from sex, his body settling into the bed as reality began to pierce through the lust. Leander was allowing his thoughts to tumble and turn, assessing each one and worrying over the options as Sebastian lay curled against his back, a lazy hand circling across his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” Sebastian murmured, his breath a warm tickle against his shoulder blades.

“Leaving,” Leander admitted. “I’m trying to decide if I can do it. I’m not like you, Seb. I’ve never even been anywhere other than London, home, and Hogwarts. I’m not sure I am cut out for it.”

He felt the rumble of Sebastian’s chuckle against his back, the soft press of warm lips. “Don’t worry about that. I will teach you whatever you need to know, and you won’t be alone. We will be together. Like this…”

Sebastian held him a bit tighter, his palm flat against his chest. Leander closed his eyes, savouring the close warmth. It was tempting, so tempting. But all the doubts kept pushing in and it made his chest tight. He shifted, turning to face Sebastian, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the room.

“I would be giving up everything,” Leander said. “It’s not as easy as you make it sound.”

“What exactly would you be giving up?” Sebastian caught his chin, his thumb far too distracting as it soothed across his jaw. “You hate your job, it bores you, and we can make money in other ways. You live alone, barely see your old friends, and I would like to think I am the only lover you take to bed. And as for your betrothal… Fuck that shit!”

Leander’s eyes widened in surprise, a gasp escaping him as Sebastian grasped his head in his hands, his eyes blazing as he stared at Leander.

“Come with me, Lea. Don’t stay here and marry that girl. You will be miserable, you will hate it and you’ll probably end up hating her too. Come with me, please!”

Sebastian was almost begging him, and Leander felt something bloom in his chest. It had been a tiny little bud, a dared breath of hope, and now it was consuming him so fast he could barely breathe at all. The hundreds of reasons to stay were still stacked up in his head, but there was that one little thing, that one good reason, that was about to topple them all over.

“Is this really what you want?” Leander asked.

“Yes,” Sebastian said. “I… I want you.”

Considering the magnitude of what Sebastian was asking him, that was all he needed to hear.

….*....

It felt like he had been running and fighting for hours, his legs ached and he was tired, but Sebastian grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

“Keep going, Lea,” he panted, running and dragging Leander with him. “Once we get past the charm barrier, we can Apparate. Keep going!”

After three months in the new world of America, Leander was beginning to realise that even though he fancied the idea of danger and excitement, he wasn’t sure this was what he had in mind. Thievery, plotting, and manipulation had been reasonably easy to come to terms with, but the rest…

Leander had never seen a dead body until he saw Sebastian take a wizard out during a raid gone wrong. The shock had seen Leander shivering in his bed sheets, crying into his pillow and barely able to look at Sebastian. He had always known that Sebastian dabbled in dark things, but murder had shaken Leander to his core. He was a soft boy at heart, he always had been, even the death of the family dog when he was a child had torn him up. Watching a person die at the hands of one he loved was bone shattering.

Sebastian had handed him a glass of whiskey, and when Leander finally let him put a hand on him, he stroked back his hair and tried to soothe him. It was them, or us. That’s what Sebastian had said to him. Sebastian would do whatever it took to keep them safe, even resort to murder itself.

Realising that Sebastian was prepared to kill for him shouldn’t have been a shock. In his heart, Leander knew he would probably die for Sebastian, so was it such a stretch to imagine that he might kill for him too? He tried to imagine it, someone attempting to take Sebastian away, and he felt the cold rage seep through him. His fists clenched and he knew he would do whatever it took to stop it. Even kill. How could he blame Sebastian for doing the same?

On the nights that they weren’t on jobs, Sebastian taught Leander spells that would have had Professor Weasley screaming in horror. It was eerie how quickly and easily Leander picked them up, performing them so well that Sebastian taught him harder, more complicated things until Leander thought he could rival some of the wizarding world’s worst. To have such knowledge and power at his fingertips did a strange, but wondrous thing. Leander’s confidence had grown, he felt stronger, more capable, and he didn’t feel so inadequate as he stood by Sebastian’s side.

He didn’t like the part that had them running for their lives, though.

Puffing and holding his chest, Leander allowed Sebastian to drag him through the shiver-inducing charm barrier that surrounded the plantation grounds, a hoard of shouting dark wizards bearing down behind them. As soon as they were clear, Sebastian turned, throwing his arms around Leander as he Disapparated with a sharp crack. They landed on the porch of the dilapidated old shack they had been staying in, deep in the Virginian woods.

Rain fell, dripping from the leaves of the trees and off the edge of the sagging porch roof as they lay on the damp planks, breathing hard and holding on to each other, appreciating a moment of silence and safety.

“I can’t… believe… we made that,” Leander puffed, rubbing his flushed face with a shaking hand.

Sebastian reached into his pocket and pulled out the little wooden box he had swiped from the fancy office in that plantation house. He creaked open the lid as he sat up to reveal the shimmering item within. A ring, silver, with a deep purple diamond that glittered eerily in the muted light under the trees. Sebastian’s smile was cunning, sly, his eyes blazing with the satisfaction of knowing it was a job well done.

“We will get paid handsomely for this, Lea, mark my words,” he said smugly.

Leander sat up and looked at the ring. It seemed to pulse with dark energy and he didn’t know how Sebastian could stand to even hold the box it was in. He shivered. “Let’s just get it to the client so we can get out of here,” he said, eyeing the shadows of the forest. “This place gives me the creeps.”

Sebastian nodded. “Agreed. We will take it tomorrow, and then we can seek passage home.”

“Home?”

Sebastian smiled and took hold of Leander’s hand. “Yes, home. We’re going back. To Scotland. I’m taking you home.”

….*....

Standing before the thatched cottage, the sound of the sea in the distance and the familiar and comforting sight of the Highlands around him, Leander took a moment to absorb the atmosphere of Sebastian’s childhood home. The hamlet seemed pleasant enough, but the garden around the cottage was choked with weeds and the roof looked like it had seen better days. It had been neglected for some time and needed plenty of care and attention. One look at Sebastian’s face told him that maybe he wasn’t in any hurry to do so.

Leander held his hand, squeezing it gently as he took in the shadows on Sebastian’s face.

“Are you alright?”

“This place doesn’t hold too many happy memories for me,” he said tightly.

“Do you want to leave?”

Sebastian shook his head. “No, I need to be here. There is something I need to do.”

Inside, the cottage hadn’t fared much better than the outside. Dusty sheets covered most of the furniture, but the roof had leaked and the bed was not fit for purpose. They lit a fire in the hearth and managed to find some fairly decent blankets and made a bed before the hearth. They had brought some provisions, and after a simple meal, Sebastian pulled Leander down to the blankets and tried to work through whatever tension was holding him like a coiled spring.

Sometimes, it was like this, Sebastian so intense his eyes seemed to be chipped from blazing stone. They fucked hard, relentless, and afterwards, both of them collapsed to the makeshift bed sweating and breathing hard as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Sebastian was in no mood for talking and Leander knew when to leave it, drifting into a doze as night began to fall.

When he woke, the cottage was dark, the fire had burned down low and the air felt damp, cold. Leander sat up, eyes adjusting to the murk as he realised Sebastian had gone. Dressing quickly, he stepped outside to a deserted hamlet, the sky littered with stars. They were coming out of another winter, the freezing chill still clinging to the Highlands, the slow moving fingers of spring not quite reaching these peaks yet. Leander rubbed his hands together and blew into them, attempting to warm them before turning back towards the door of the cottage. He did not know this area, and was not so foolish as to try and track Sebastian down in a place that he knew so well. He could be anywhere.

Instead, he decided to grab some more firewood with a mind to get some warmth back into the cottage for Sebastian’s return. He rounded the corner of the cottage, ducking to avoid an overgrown bush and stopped in his tracks. There, hunched on the ground, was Sebastian. At his feet were the recent cuttings of more overgrown shrubs, ripped down to reveal a headstone that had been hidden from view earlier today.

Sebastian was staring at the stone, his jaw tight and his shoulders tense. Leander wasn’t sure if he should just walk away and leave him or say something, hovering and indecisive as he stared at that headstone. Solomon Sallow. Sebastian’s uncle. The date of his death made Leander wince. It was today.

Leander took a step back deciding not to intrude on this moment, but Sebastian stood, brushing his dirty hands together.

“You don’t have to leave,” he said, his voice tight and heavy. “I am done here.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Sebastian said, cutting him off. He wiped the end of his nose with the back of his hand and Leander realised he had been crying. “It’s not you who needs to be sorry.”

Leander reached for him, but Sebastian tensed, he seemed jittery and on edge and it wasn’t like him to be this way. Even when facing down some of the hardened clients they worked for, Sebastian was always cool and confident. Tonight, he seemed neither. Leander took his elbow gently.

“Come on, let’s get you inside and warmed up,” he said.

With the fire roaring and a cup of tea in their hands, they sat for a while before laying down in each other’s arms. When sleep finally came for Sebastian he was restless, and Leander found it hard to settle, too busy watching over him as he fretted in his sleep. That was only the start of it. That night was the first night that Leander witnessed the horror of Sebastian’s nightmares, and the distress that contorted his lover’s face as he tried to escape them.

Leander had to pin him down at one point, his heart in his mouth as Sebastian screamed and thrashed, words uttered through the hoarse cries that didn’t make any sense. Ramblings about an artefact, Anne, and MC. They didn’t speak of her much, but hearing her name screamed through Sebastian’s lips made Leander feel cold and confused. Did Sebastian still love her? What had happened between them to make his nightmares so vivid? There was no way he was getting any of those answers out of Sebastian tonight, though. He just held him and soothed him, and somehow they made it to dawn.

Leander woke to the sounds of Sebastian gathering their things to leave. He sat up and rubbed his face, eyes tight and itchy from the lack of sleep, his arms spread with goosebumps from the morning chill.

“We’re leaving?”

“I can’t be here,” Sebastian said, his throat husky from his screams. He paused, standing hunched up with his back to Leander. “I thought I could… This isn’t home anymore.”

There was pain laced through those words, Leander could hear it, he could see it in the way Sebastian held himself, as though he might break apart at any moment. He hated it and wished he could just take it all away from him. His heart ached. A heart that beat for the man standing before him only he didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.

“Then we shall find a new home,” he said, throwing the blanket back and getting to his feet.

He slid his fingers through his sleep ruffled hair and came to stand behind Sebastian, his arms ready to encircle him, but Sebastian turned and looked up at him. His eyes were bloodshot, face pale and drawn, much like that night he had come to the Leaky Cauldron and asked Leander to come away with him. Perhaps the night terrors had called on him back then, and Leander shuddered to think that he must have faced them all alone.

“We?”

“Of course,” Leander said, a crease in his brow. “Why? You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?”

Sebastian shook his head, his eyes turning glassy. “Even after last night? You want a home with me?”

Under all that witty charm and dark confidence was a broken man, a man who needed love just like anyone else. Leander had thought himself weak, a coward, incapable of being strong for anyone. But he could be strong for Sebastian. Sebastian was the only person who had ever believed in him, he had put him on this path through darkness and lit the way through every danger and hurdle without question.

“You are my home, Seb. There is nowhere else I want to be.”

Sebastian buried his face against Leander’s chest, his arms grabbing him and holding on tight as though the world was cracking open under his feet and Leander was the only life line. Leander held him back, stroking through his unruly hair and smiling into the soft warmth of it. This indeed was home.

“There are some things I should tell you, explanations…”

“All in good time,” Leander said softly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

….*....

After battling past Dugbogs and some very large spiders, the underground tomb opened up into a space with a high ceiling and ornate columns. Stone caskets of the dead were lined along the walls and Leander lifted his wand higher as they scanned the chiselled names in the stone. They were after one name in particular, and when Sebastian came across it, he leant forward to touch a finger tip to the dust gathered on the surface, trailing his hand along the edge.

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. He turned and threw a blast of fire towards some urns stacked on a stone ledge, the clay pots shattering into pieces in a spray of ash and dust and flame. His growl of frustration had Leander hurrying over.

“What is it? Not another one gone?”

Sebastian’s face was tight with rage as he began to pace, fists clenched. This was the third time in a row they had sought out an artefact and failed, a set of rare stones that had been laid to rest in the tombs of old cult members. Their client wanted the whole set, but every one they had uncovered so far had already been removed from its resting place. Someone was beating them to it and the loss was starting to grate on Sebastian.

“Look,” Sebastian said, returning to the casket and holding his wand over the aged stone. He pointed to where the dust had been disturbed, the stone scraped with fresh gouges suggesting the lid had been moved. “Someone has been here recently.”

Leander aimed his wand and cast a charm to shove the lid backwards, revealing the mouldering bones that rested within. They both peered into the grave and indeed, the box that once held the cult artefact was sitting open. Rather than being empty, however, the cult artefact had been replaced with an ordinary looking pebble with a smiley face drawn onto the smooth surface. Leander’s brow creased with a curious frown and he glanced at Sebastian, his frown vanishing at the tight rage he saw on his face.

“Bitch,” Sebastian seethed. He began to pace again, shaking his head, a hollow laugh escaping his mouth. “Clever, little bitch.”

“I don’t understand,” Leander said, looking back at the little smiling stone. “Who’s a bitch? Do you know who is stealing these before us?”

“I’ve had my suspicions, but that mocking little gesture confirms it,” Sebastian said. He came back to the casket and reached in to pluck out the stone. He held it up and smirked. “She clearly has inside information, and she knows I am looking for them too. She always likes winning.”

“Who does?” Leander asked again, although he had a sneaking suspicion he knew now.

Sebastian looked at him, eyes blazing. “MC.”

….*....

Home was now situated in a secret underground chamber, a space that had been abandoned long ago and now repurposed to suit their needs. There would be no prying neighbours, no risk of being disturbed. Deep underground and hidden from the world, they could plot and plan their next job in privacy. They had made the space their own with comfortable furniture, and over time had collected various pieces of art and mementos to make it look like a home.

Sometimes Leander missed the sky and a garden, but it was a small price to pay for the utter privacy that they shared in that space. The sky was still out there when they wanted it, and they had the shop in Knockturn Alley to use as they wished if they wanted to spend time with people in the real world, which wasn’t often.

Sebastian had been right about not having to worry about money. Since Leander had left his Ministry position and cut himself off from his family, they had earned some decent coin and lived in relative comfort. They dressed well, ate well, and had coins to spare.

Returning home after another failed attempt to get a cult stone, Leander gave Sebastian space to seethe quietly before he dared to approach the matter. Unwinding by the huge stone fireplace, flames dancing merrily in the hearth, he handed Sebastian a glass of whiskey and was rewarded with a grab of his hand, pulled down to have his lips meet with Sebastian’s in a warm kiss. Their eyes met, the fire that lived within him still strong and roaring to life as he gazed into those dark, brown eyes. Leander could easily lose himself in that look, however, the ghost of MC hovered on the peripheral. He knew she had meant something to Sebastian, and she still had the ability to get under his skin despite not seeing her for years.

“The first time I saw MC get the better of you was in Hecat’s class and you ended up on your arse as she knocked you off the duelling table. I won’t lie. It made me laugh to see you get knocked back like that,” Leander said, an amused smile on his lips.

Sebastian smiled at the memory. “I think that was the moment I fell in love with her, you know.”

“Tell me about her,” Leander said softly. “What happened between you two?”

Sebastian looked down into his whiskey, swirling the amber liquid inside his glass as he pondered over Leander’s request. He looked like he carried something heavy within him, his shoulders tense and low under the weight of it, his eyes were strained and dark as he lifted his gaze towards the fire. There was a truth buried inside his lover, a truth he had yet to reveal, and it had been a while since that day in Feldcroft when Sebastian had promised to explain everything. Leander had not pushed him, waiting patiently until Sebastian was ready to speak about it. The horrific dreams still came to him, and Leander would hold him, heart aching as he wondered what horrors had given them to him.

“You know how I feel about you,” Sebastian said, looking back up at him. He touched his fingers to Leander’s cheek. “You’re mine. You will always be mine. But, you must understand, I am always going to have a deep connection with MC. We went through far too much to not be bonded over it. It isn’t something I can easily let go of, and I’m not sure I even want to.”

“Do you still love her?”

“Would you be angry if I did?”

Leander could see the hesitant look in Sebastian’s eyes, the lifting of the shield that gave a rare glimpse into the vulnerability behind the confident facade. Leander bit his lip, lowering his gaze as he thought about the girl who had entered their lives as a late arrival into Hogwarts, turning into a fiercely capable witch who ended up saving the whole castle from a goblin rebellion. Along with this power, she had eyes that bewitched one who dared to look into them, a smile that could rival any piece of fine art. Her aura held you in a chokehold. At least, that was how Leander had seen her.

“I wouldn’t be angry,” he said. He sighed and shook his head. “I… I’ve only ever kissed a boy. First Edward, and then you. But, I like girls too. A bit like you, I suppose. However, the only girl I ever wanted was her, which is ridiculous because she didn’t even look at me when we were at school. She probably wouldn’t even remember me now. Sometimes I wonder if that is why I had my head turned by Edward. He was everything that MC was not.”

Sebastian nodded and held his hand. “Let’s sit down,” he said, indicating one of the comfortable settees arranged before the fire. “Sit, and I will tell you everything. I think it is only right that you should know the truth. I trust you with it. Will you hear it?”

Leander nodded and they sat down together, hands clasped. Sebastian began to tell him the truth, starting back in their fourth year, when his twin sister had been hit with a terrible curse that caused her immense pain…

….*....

It was cold and the first pale, grey light of dawn was filtering through the mist shrouded streets of London when Leander realised that he should return home. His bones ached from the chill of wandering aimlessly for hours before finally taking a seat at the side of the river, watching the tide ebb and flow on the Thames. He had needed the time to straighten out the chaos of his thoughts, the horrific truth of Sebastain’s past was replaying over and over in his mind, and everytime he came to the part where Sebastian had committed his first murder, he felt colder than the early morning air.

That night in Feldcroft, when Sebastian had been tortured by nightmares after visiting the grave of his uncle, made a lot more sense now. It had not just been grief that had been shredding Sebastian’s mind, but guilt too. And MC had helped him cover it all up. Ominis too.

Taken back to the time when Leander had first witnessed Sebastian kill someone, he remembered the horror and the difficult pain he had to work through before he could finally accept what he had witnessed. This was similar, but on a more deep and personal level. To murder a member of your own family fucked with Leander’s head until he had felt like screaming. Sorting through it all, he realised that if he was struggling, then he had no idea how Sebastian had managed to continue on as he had been. The strength Sebastian must have to be able to smile and rise each day after such a thing proved that Leander needed to summon his own bravery. He needed to stand with Sebastian, not run from him.

Leander had got up from that settee, breathing hard and panic gripping him, he had needed to get out and away from Sebastian after the truth was finally all out. The image of Sebastian’s pain stricken face when he had bolted haunted him. He had got up and ran, leaving Sebastian just as his sister, his best friend, and MC had done years ago. Sitting here now by the river, cold and hungry, he realised that running was probably the worst thing he could have done after Sebastian had trusted him with the truth.

Sebastian had trusted him, opened up and told him the secret pain and horror he carried in his heart every day, and Leander had run from him. He had abandoned him and left him to think that he couldn’t stand him now. That was so far from the truth.

Getting to his feet, Leander walked until he found a quiet spot, a secluded alley path, and he quickly Disapparated, landing in the antechamber where they stored the chests of various treasures they had found and hoarded. He stood before the enchanted archway that would take him back into the warmth and safety of the home he shared with Sebastian. He could only hope that he was still in there, and had not left as well.

Walking through the arch made him shiver and rub his arms as he entered the huge room, where Sebastian sat slumped in the wingback chair holding his head in his hand. He looked up as Leander entered, his face drawn and pale. He had not slept either by the looks of it, and Leander swallowed past the guilty lump in his throat.

“You came back,” Sebastian said, his voice hoarse.

“Of course,” Leander said. “I’m just sorry I left you alone in the first place. I needed some time to get my head straight, think some things over.”

Sebastian sat up straighter in his chair. “And?”

Leander moved closer, walking towards the chair where Sebastian was sitting, and he sank down onto his knees before him, reaching to take hold of his hands.

“I love you,” he said earnestly, looking up into Sebastian’s eyes. “I love you so much that if anyone tried to take you from me, I would likely kill them. I understand why you did it, and if you still want me, I will spend the rest of my life holding your hand through every bad dream, every moment of doubt, because that is what you do when you love someone. You hold them up when they need it, just as you have held me up so many times since we got tangled up with each other.”

A tear escaped and slid down Sebastian’s cheek. His lips were clamped firmly together as he appeared to fight back emotion, his hands squeezing Leander’s so hard his finger bones were crushed together.

“You said I’d thank you one day for kissing me in the Leaky Cauldron, and even though I regret the hurt it caused Edward, I do thank you,” Leander said. His own eyes began to sting now, filling up with tears. “Because if you hadn’t done that…”

He took a shuddering breath and looked down at their clasped hands. If Sebastian hadn’t kissed him, he would probably be married to the Anderson girl and stuck in a life that wasn’t of his own choosing. He would be just another suit on the street, lonely and yet surrounded by people. Here, there was nobody else, only Sebastian, but Sebastian saw him for who he was and let him be that person.

“I choose you. This is what I want,” Leander said.

A sob escaped Sebastian and he slid from the chair to the floor, wrapping his arms around Leander and holding him tight, burying his face into his neck as he wept. Leander held him in return, his brave and confident boy reduced to this weeping mess, the open vulnerability of it just making Leander love him all the more. Who else got to see this side of him? Nobody. Only him.

Shifting upwards, Leander picked Sebastian up off the floor and got him steady on his feet. He brushed unruly locks of brown hair back from his tear stained, freckled face and smiled.

“Let’s go to bed, my love,” he said.

….*....

Sebastian placed the old spell book down onto the table, open at the page he wanted Leander to read. He stood back, an anxious gleam in his eyes as Leander gave him a curious look before bending over to read the ancient text. Leander understood most parts of the spell, he was still getting to grips with learning the old tongue it was written in. Sebastian would have had no problem reading the spell, being fluent in several of the old languages thanks to his mother’s tutoring when he was small, and his insatiable thirst for knowledge.

“It’s some kind of binding spell, isn't it?” Leander guessed, still trying to decipher the page.

“It’s a blood bond between people, binding their life forces together until death,” Sebastian confirmed. He gave Leander an intense look. “I want us to do it.”

Leander stilled, his gaze moving from the spell book to Sebastian. “Are you serious?”

“I have never been more serious in my life,” Sebastian said, stepping forward and taking hold of Leander’s arm. “You and me against the world, forever. We will be joined by our life force, we will be able to feel each other all the time. Can you imagine it? We will never be lonely again.”

A tight feeling gripped Leander’s throat as he gazed into Sebastian’s eyes, the realisation that Sebastian must have felt terrible loneliness throughout his life, and now he wanted to stop that from ever happening again. Leander took his hand and held it within his own.

“You know I would never leave you, Seb.”

“Yes, I do. This way we will be able to feel each other even when apart though, wouldn’t you want that? Instead of a ring and marriage, we would be bonded by blood. Forever in each other’s heart.”

Leander felt his lips tremble as he looked back down at the spell. It looked overwhelming and dark, maybe a bit frightening, but he knew Sebastian would be able to do it. He had every faith in him. To feel him in his heart forever, to never have to be apart from him. Was it really even a question?

“Let’s do it. Make me yours, forever,” he said.

Sebastian’s kiss stole his breath, the desperation of it taking them away for a few moments before Sebastian slipped his wand from his pocket and held it up. Their eyes met and Leander nodded. Sebastian slowly pushed up Leander’s sleeve and pressed the tip of his wand to his inner wrist and began to recite the charm, beginning the process of binding them body and soul.

….*....

As the images in the Seeing Sphere faded, Leander looked at Sebastian and saw the darkened look in his eyes, that same hunger that had begun to claw at his own insides as they had watched the visions unfold inside the foretelling artefact. MC using her ancient magic as a force of protection around them, MC naked in their arms. Most shocking for Leander was the sight of her in his arms, looking at him with desire as though she wanted him. It was his teenage daydream coming to life inside that shimmering ball of magic.

“And will these visions come true?” He asked quietly.

Sebastian nodded slowly, his brows drawing together in thought. “If she were to be with us, we would be unstoppable. Look at how she has proved she can best us in collecting those artefacts before. This past year we have managed to outsmart her much more, but it hasn’t been easy. If we could get her on our side…”

Sebastian pinched his mouth thoughtfully, his mind pondering the possibilities as he plotted. Leander nodded, his body still thrumming with heat as he thought about the other images that had presented themselves inside the Seeing Sphere, the sexual acts performed with all three of them that had woken a fire in his blood. He felt his cheeks flush with it, the possibility of it making his heart thud against his ribs.

“The sex…” He bit down on his tongue, his blush deepening.

Sebastian’s knowing smirk just added fuel to his already burning body, the burn in his lover’s gaze dark and hungry. He could feel the power of it pulsing through the blood bond and his hands twitched with the need to touch.

“You want her, don’t you, my love?” Sebastian asked, his voice deep and calm. He reached out to caress Leander’s face, eyes holding him still. “Those visions would only have appeared to us if that was the case. You want her.”

“She has always been the only girl to really get under my skin,” Leander confessed. “I envied you for having her at school.”

“You need not envy me, Lea. Shall we get her? We could lure her in, I know how we can do it, too. What do you think? Would you like another playmate?”

Leander swallowed, his pulse a throbbing thing that stole his very breath. Sebastian smiled, the bond revealing more than words ever could. They had hunted down people before, it was probably more thrilling than seeking out the artefacts and treasure, and this chase would have them keeping the end result rather than turning them over to a client. MC would be theirs, they just had to prove it to her. He nodded.

“Let’s go catch ourselves a powerful witch,” he said. “What’s the plan?”

….*....

Under the warmth of the shared blanket, MC gazed up at Leander, her hand pressed against the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Listening to him speak about how he had fallen into this life with Sebastian had shown her a side of them both that she hadn’t really understood until now. Their bond was something special, maybe even deeper and more profound than the bond she shared with Sebastian herself. After all, she had run from him, hadn’t she? She had left Sebastian alone, but Leander had stayed.

Maybe that had been for the best, though. She had been drowning in her own darkness and it had been too much to carry Sebastian’s as well. Leander had been the much needed light in Sebastian’s shadows. MC was only sorry she hadn’t found them sooner. Her own loneliness had been chased into submission by their presence and the strength of the blood bond, and she appreciated them for inviting her into this space.

“You and Sebastian found something rare and special,” she said quietly. “I just hope that me being here doesn’t take some of that away from you.”

“It never could,” Leander said, cupping her face. His eyes were earnest enough, and the bond pulsed with the truth of it. “You are a part of us now, and you will be forever. It’s more than I could ever have dreamed of, having you here with us. Please, don’t ever feel like you don’t belong.”

As he pressed his palm against her own heartbeat, she knew that she loved him too, he was a part of her now, just as much as Sebastian was. The bond pulsed with heat as they felt each other’s heartbeats under their palms. Kissing him was as easy as breathing, their lips meeting with a warmth and desire that consumed, the bond throbbing with it as the kiss deepened. Closing her eyes she relaxed into it, allowed his warmth to fill her up and chase out the shadows that dared to linger from her dreams.

As he pressed her down into the bed, they both felt it, the pull and throb of their bond with Sebastian increasing with such force that they both paused, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Leander smiled. “He’s home.”

Sebastian was smiling as they greeted him, but there was blood on his face and hands, and he was holding his ribs carefully. Leander immediately saw to things, putting him in a chair and tending his hurts with gentle hands and soft words. When he asked if MC would prepare a bath, she did so without question.

Watching Leander fuss over Sebastian and care for him enforced the story that he had shared with her earlier. Leander would always be there for Sebastian, no matter what. Watching them both, their lingering gazes, so much spoken through touch and their eyes that required no words, it warmed MC to her bones. Her own blood called to it, the love she had for them both pulsing through the bond as she joined them beside the bath. Sebastian was sitting in the hot water, Leander washing his shoulder and arm with the cloth as she knelt down beside the tub. Taking Sebastian’s face into her hands, she smiled softly as he looked up at her and then she pressed a warm kiss to his lips.

“What was that for?” He asked, eyes sparkling. “Not that I am complaining, of course.”

“It’s only fair that you get a kiss seeing as Leander was getting them while you were gone,” she said, her eyes lifting to Leander’s. They shared a look, an understanding, their bond deeper than it had been this morning. “We wouldn’t want you to miss out.”

Sebastian smirked, looking between them both. “I thought I felt something through the bond. You two had best catch me up.”

MC slid her hand down from his face to caress his wet chest, fingertips teasing his skin as she circled lazily downwards through the dark hair on his belly. Sebastian watched the movement, biting his lower lip as something hot and dark flared in his eyes. His hands lifted from the water, reaching up to grab her and tug her forwards, bubbles and water splashing madly as he pulled her right into the tub with him. MC squealed and laughter burst from her mouth as she was soaked through, her body pressed against his as he lay back in the tub. His hand reached up to clasp Leander around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss as MC shifted into a more comfortable position.

“I think you two need to show me how much you missed me while I was gone,” Sebastian murmured softly. His face was far too smug as he looked at them both. “Because I know you did miss me. How could you not?”

Leander and MC shared another look and they both smiled, the now familiar heat stirring inside of her as they turned their gazes back towards Sebastian. The bond throbbed with all three of them, their hunger and need pulsing through their bodies and drawing them even closer as MC leaned forward to press another kiss to Sebastian’s mouth. She could feel Leander’s hand sliding up her back, his touch sending shivers through her as she pressed her body against Sebastian’s with a low moan.

The bond pulled them even tighter together, all of them in one place, one heart, one soul.

This was home.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #prewlow #sebastian x leander #Sebastian x leander x f!mc #blueraineshadows

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lesbolordo · 10 months

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Leander P. X Sebastian S | Hogwart's legacy.

"Addicted."

"Leander finds himself thinking about how he became addicted to Sebastian- and the other way around."

Tags : Smut, Hate sex, first time, enemies to sex enemies (lmao), Top Leander, Bratty Bottom Sebastian, sex addiction, cheating, cussing (Looking at you Sebastian), unprotected sex, anal sex, frottage, Leander likes to be degraded, Sebastian likes to insult, sex without feelings (?), free to interpretation actually, Garreth getting disrespected, More like a drabble isn't it ?

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Leander had no fucking clue of how it had all started. All he knew was that it had happened, and now he craved it like a drug addict. Well, he was almost persuaded that Sebastian too, craved it like a madman.

Perhaps it was just that their compatibility in terms of sex (not in terms of feelings - hell no) was that good. Leander was fairly sure that it also worked out so well because they didn't have to sell themselves to the other, sugarcoat everything, hide their flaws and enhance their qualities. They could be themselves. Even more so, the two of them used this as a mean to let out any pent up anger that they may keep inside, all stress and anxiety.

It wasn't soft, no. Far from that. But once again, it worked so much because it wasn't. Leander liked to have the usually so snarky and bitchy man rendered stupid, useless by his cock. If there was something he was better at than Sebastian, it was that. Making him cockdumb.

He knew that the former Slytherin had a train of thought far too quick and complicated for him to live freely, carelessly, and Leander thought that perhaps, when his cock was shoved down his hole against his guts, Sebastian was free of that train of thoughts.

It was like night and day, or at least that was how the taller man pictured it. During the day they were both perfect, their usual safe, and night was when their bodies collided harshly, anywhere and everywhere. They couldn't keep it in a muggle hotel like they had agreed to at first, they had to do it each time they saw each other.

That was why Leander was fairly sure that Sebastian was addicted to his cock. But to be fair, he was addicted to Sebastian's ass. The constant bickering and degradation between the two, as they embraced each other roughly (-nails, teeth, strong grips ) was also an important factor as to why sex with Sebastian was so good, so addictive, and made him come back for more each time.

The first time they had done it, they were too fucking young to even be doing it. Leander was barely sixteen, Sebastian was still fifteen. They had gotten stuck inside of a broom closet, like idiots.

The two fought, the muggle way of course, and at some point, Leander doesn't remember when - he doesn't care, Sebastian kissed him harshly.

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"-Fuck off Prewett !

-Shut your trap, Sallow, you goddamn annoying-"

He couldn't even finish his insults -luckily because he didn't have any left in reserve- that Sebastian's lips crashed onto his. They were on the ground of the broom closet, Sebastian on top of him after he had attempted to punch the red head in the face. He had failed miserably. (-accidentally ?)

Leander's eyes opened wide when he felt the other boy kiss him. It was messy, their teeth clashed against the other's, their tongue fought for dominance and their saliva mixed and pooled in their mouths. It was truly a laughable kiss, worthy of two teenage boys.

And yet it had left them as hard as rocks. (-It was all messy and blurry in Leander's head now, each time he tried to remember it, something changed, whatever it was.)

Sebastian had moved back, taking control of things, and in no time their dicks were out, and Leander was hissing from the harsh cold against his hot, hard and leaking prick. (-He got embarrassed each time he remembered how hard and needy he had gotten for Sebastian, after only one kiss.)

He didn't know how or why, but Sebastian had more experience, and he was the one to rub his hardened dicks against Leander's. (-The only thing that had prided Leander after the events, were that his cock was bigger than the other boy's.)

It barely took them two minutes to cum all over themselves, mostly on Leander as he was under. An awkward silence settled, and Sebastian tucked himself back into his pants immediately, before running away. Leander had no idea when the door had opened.

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To this day it still was a cringe worthy memory of Leander. Maybe Sebastian thought of it differently, he didn't know.

But next thing they knew, the moment they were alone they'd jump on each other. Sebastian and him fighting wasn't something rare at all, it was fairly common for everyone and them. What wasn't usual, that is, were the raging boners Leander would get each time Sebastian insulted him. And oh, he knew that Sebastian always insulted him for that reason.

Each moment alone they had, Leander and him would use it to explore their sexuality. The first time he dicked down Sebastian, it was after a fierce fight for who would be under.

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"-Come on, one last rock, parchment and scissors ! You cheated !

-You've lost Sallow, don't blame it on me !

-Fuck off !"

It was an exciting moment for Leander, he had thought about loosing his virginity for a while before Sebastian happened. He hadn't imagined that he'd be loosing it to him (-Did he lose it to Leander ?) but it was pleasant nonetheless.

Of course, The two didn't even think of preparation as a really important part of the deal, (-naive boys) and Leander only lubed his cock and the entrance of the other boy, before beginning.

Sebastian had set a record for the number of insults spat in less than a minute. (-Leander remembers having gotten harder after all of these foul words left Sebastian's mouth.)

They tried again after some more preparations, and through gritted teeth, the slytherin took almost all of his cock. Leander came fairly quickly -nothing surprising for a teenage boy- and Sebastian didn't come that night.

The Gryffindor was quite embarrassed for his pityful first time, but Sebastian made him agree that he'd do better on their next time. (-Only now did Leander realize that Sebastian had gotten addicted very quickly. To this, not to him.)

___

Just like many of his first times experiencing sex and it's wonders, this memory was an embarassing one. Now he couldn't even think about finishing before his partner did.

The first time they had planned and tried to stop, and had goodbye sex, was on their graduation day. Just like on their first day of sex, if was rough and mean, the only thing changing being the pleasure they felt.

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"-FUCK ! FUCK ! FUCK DONTSTOPDONSTOPDONTSTOP-"

Leander's hand covered the smaller boy's mouth, ignoring the biting and saliva, but silencing the insanities the other kept on yelling with each thrust in his guts. The red head was far more silent than Sebastian -which wasn't something hard to do visibly- and far more lucid.

They were in an empty classroom, the slytherin bent over the professor's desk, ass up and offered to Leander behind him. His cock kept on hitting Sebastian's sweet spot, kept on making him feel so full, and each thrust was like an early visit to heaven : that was what Sebastian was yelling, if Leander remembered right.

"-FUCK ! YES RIGHT HERE ! OH MY GOD YES FUCKFUCKFUCK-"

"-FUCK- why are you so damn big !! You damn- AH- IDIOT !! It's like your stupid cock is- OH FUCK- Trying to fuck a damn- AH- AH- baby in me !!"

"-Yes ! Yes ! Cum inside ! It's an order you- You stupid idiot ! Fuck- YES ! Come on ! Fuuuuck-"

___

Leander hoped that he didn't exaggerate anything. He still masturbated to that memory after all.

Their deal to stop having sex had failed miserably. One week later, Sebastian was in front of his door, and then Leander was balls deep in him on the ground, like they were still teenagers in heat.

Maybe the red head should add "remembering his teenage years" to the list of why Sebastian would still seek out his cock after so long.

Leander had a lot of core memories involving sex and Sebastian. His twenty fifth birthday and the amazing semi-public sex they had that day in a restaurant's bathroom. Sebastian's party for his new home -the guests didn't know that they had already fucked all over the place. Garreth's party for his new shop -Leander still felt guilty for fucking on his best friend's brand new, pure, counter.

He was fairly sure, thinking about all of these moments, that Sebastian was addicted. Perhaps it wasn't the best moment to think about all of this, while he was once again balls deep inside of him.

That ceremonial kilt really was practical to have sex. Leander was sitting on an unsuspecting chair, the other man facing him and boucing on his cock and laps. They didn't have much time, it was all hurried and messy, their lips crashing onto the other's to stiffle moans an groans, insults and cusses.

As always, Sebastian's hole clenching around his hard prick felt heavenly, and he was pretty sure -with the way his partner's eyes rolled back and his lips parted in loud moans- that his cock felt just as good, burried deep in his stomach.

He didn't even feel guilty, as he fucked Sebastian toward their high. He was sure that Sebastian couldn't even think anymore, with how cockdumb he seemed to be acting already. Leander admired his fucked out face, letting out occasional growls and moans, licking his dry lips ever so often and sometimes kissing Sebastian to quiet him.

They stopped when Leander filled up Sebastian's hole, and the other came in his fist. Ragged breaths echoed on the walls of the white room, before the former Slytherin stood up and weakly went to clean himself in the bathroom. Leander didn't move for a while.

They were too addicted for their own good, and too prideful to admit it.

___

Leander watched from his seat as Sebastian waited on the altar. The music didn't reach his ears, nor did the words of his pregnant wife. Nothing could disturb him as he watched the man on the altar turn and smile at his soon-to-be wife.

"You still have my seeds in your ass."

"Slut."

"You know you can't ever let go of my cock."

"Does your wife know how much you love to get fucked ?"

"Does that bitch know how deep you like to take it ?"

"Does she know you'll be thinking about me while you fuck her during your honeymoon ?"

"We both know I'll fuck my cum back into your hole the moment we have some alone time together."

"I always do."

He would never voice these thoughts out loud, no. Not even when it was asked if someone objected to Sebastian Sallow's wedding with whatever her name was.

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When Sebastian entered the toilets, he immediately was met with the red haired man cleaning his freckled hands, brown eyes staring at him intensely.

He closed the door behind him, Leander stopped the faucet.

He had a wife now, and Leander was on his way to have his second child. They were grown adults, almost thirty years old.

So why did he crave him like that, still ?

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Since nobody wrote hate sex for the boys, I decided to sacrifice myself (I loved every second of it) and write this (Please give me more Leander x Sebastian).

@eleanorstaghart this is for you mate.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #prewlow #sebastian x leander #sebastian sallow x leander prewett #hogwarts legacy drabbles #hate sex #Shipping sebastian with everyone is my new way of living #fr

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eternalremorse · 6 months

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Prewlow ❤️💚

AI generated with Bing

BONUS:

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy ai #ai generated #prewlow #leander prewett #leander prewett ai #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow ai

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damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 2 months

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SORRY YOU DONT GET A CAT ONE BUT I HOPE THIS WORKS

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AAAAAA CHAR YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY?? 💚💚💚

Honestly Neville is such a sweetie and I love him so much, I adore this card :) THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS OMG, I'm so glad ur taking care of urself and living your best life. Never give up the good fight (ie talking about Prewlow) 💚

#neville is just the best

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rypnami · 2 months

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garreth: your accent is just your mouth’s font leander: oh my god you’re right sebastian: does the ministry know about this??? ominis: i need new friends

#queue #i love the idea of them double dating and being the most chaotic friend group #but ominis is the only voice of reason #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #leander prewett #garreth weasley #hp fandom #slytherin #gryffindor #textpost #incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #meme #prewlow #garrinis

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little-emerald-snake · 3 months

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Hate Sex - Sebastian Sallow X Leander Prewett

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: m/m, prewlow, dom!sebastian, sub!leander, rough sex, name calling, unprotected anal sex, mentions of condoms but no use

1k words

Leander slammed the door to the bathroom open, crossing the threshold while pushing his thumbs deeply against his temples. “Holy fuck, Sallow. Drop it already. I said I was sorry I got knocked out of the duel early. I told you what happened over and over. I can’t change it. So why the fuck are you still taking the piss out of me?”

Sebastian was hot on his heels, sleeves rolled up, robe and tie abandoned with his blind Slytherin companion back at the arena. His freckles stood out against the reddened skin of his anger filled face. “Because Prewett, nobody gets this far in Crossed Wanda only to lose by tripping over his damned school robes. I told you to take the bloody thing off anyway. You cost us a lot of fucking points…”

Leander rolled his eyes, thankful the Slytherin was still behind him and couldn’t see his reaction. “What is screaming at me going to do?” He finally turned to face the brunette in the middle of the bathroom. “I can’t fix it and you can’t keep bloody going on about this forever? Are you looking for a fight?”

Danger flared in Sebastian’s eyes and he ate the distance up between them. Leander readied himself for a fist but only let his eyes widen in surprise when the freckled face in front of him changed. His brown eyes now showed a different kind of heat he’d never seen on the Slytherin before.

Before he could ask, Sebastian pushed Leander against the sinks, strong freckled arms wrapping around him as their lips connected. Leander stayed absolutely still, trying to get his brain to catch up with the drastic change of pace.

Finally his eyes slid shut and his hands wrapped around Sebastian’s broad shoulders. Sebastian grunted, pushing harder so the gingers back slammed against the tap behind him.

Leander whimpered into the kiss, pain lancing through him but not enough to break his hands hungrily sweeping over the muscles under the shirt of the man kissing him.

At the sound of voices outside they broke apart. Faces flushed with shame, hair ruffled from greedy hands, and trousers tight with the electric excitement coursing through them.

Sebastian cleared his throat, stepping back a bit and casting a glance around the bathroom. Were they even alone in there? How careless could he have been. He quickly casted a spell to see if anyone was in the room and upon finding it empty save for them he casted a locking charm on the door. “Shall we continue arguing or do you want to take the punishment?”

Leander knew he should deny him and leave while he could. But everything in his body yearned for the Slytherin to touch him, he craved those fingers that sent fire racing through his veins.

He nodded, ignoring his better judgment and choosing to continue with whatever path they were careening toward. Sebastian stepped closer again, boots echoing off the bathroom walls around them. “Turn around and pull down your trousers.”

Leander reddened. “Why me? Why don’t you take my cock?” Sebastian just raised a brow in challenge which caused Leander to deflate a little. Sebastian chuckled. “This is your punishment for causing us to lose. Now. Turn around.”

Leander bit into his lip, swallowing harshly while undoing his trousers and turning around. He pulled them down just enough to make room for Sebastian. The brunette crowded up behind him, pushing down on the back of Leander till his chest met the cool porcelain of the sinks.

Sebastian hummed in satisfaction, undoing his trousers. “I should go get a condom before I fuck your tight ass but I want to feel every second of exacting my revenge on you.”

Leander sighed in relief when Sebastian muttered a lubrication charm behind him. He felt the slickened blunt tip of the Slytherin’s cock nudge his entrance and swallowed nervously.

Sebastian prodded his entrance again. “Stop clenching. Just let me fuck you already.” Leander blew out a heavy breath as finally Sebastian pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Leander squeaked, teeth gritting at the intrusion.

Sebastian groaned, slamming his hips forward into Leander, keeping one hand on the ginger's hip and the other slid up to the center of the back, keeping him in place. “You’re lucky your ass feels so fucking good right now or I’d still be going off on you.”

Leander moaned, tightening around Sebastian and drawing a groan from the man above him. His hips slammed harder causing Leander to have to hold the mirror in front of him to keep his head from slamming against it. “E-easy…”

Sebastian chuckled, somehow fucking him harder. “What…can’t take it anymore pretty boy? Don’t want me to yell and can’t take me fucking your ass this good? I guess I've been giving you too much credit, Prewett.”

Leander whined. Partially from the brunette's words and partially from the directed thrust of Sebastian’s hips into his prostate. His cock twitched and Sebastian hummed, fucking him harder. “That’s it, cum from my cock fucking this tight ass Prewett.”

Leander moaned weakly. “Sh-shut up, Sallow.” Sebastian chuckled, slamming his hips into him harder.

Leander tightened, biting into his hand and moaning as he spasmed around Sebastian. “Ah! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”

Leander crumpled against the sinks, cock twitching as he came, making a mess of the floor below them. Sebastian chuckled, pulling out of him and admiring the mess he’d made of Leander.

Leander looked back, trying to compose himself as he took in the view of Sebastian moving to a nearby sink to wash himself off. “W-what are you doing? You didn’t…”

Sebastian chuckled. “No. I didn’t. That’s okay. Just means you owe me for later. Go clean yourself up and next time…” Sebastian took a step closer. “Don’t wear your robe while we duel, Prewett.”

Leander pulled his pants up, leaning against the sinks as Sebastian’s boots echoed their way out of the bathroom. “What the fuck…”

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rypnami · 6 days

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i missed the fake tweets

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little-emerald-snake · 1 month

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*slides into your inbox*

hey friendo! ❤️ (i genuinely can’t remember if i sent this already so pls ignore if it’s a double request soz)

just thinking cos it’s almost my birthday if i could request a short prewlow thing pretty please🥺❤️💚 something cute idk i’m bad at requests very sorry

thanks :))

Frotting - Sebastian Sallow X Leander Prewett

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Happy Birthday @rypnami! 🎉 I was so happy I could write this sorta smutty sorta fluffy lil piece up on time for you 🫶🏻 I hope you have an incredible Birthday filled with love and joy and friends and definitely lots of Prewlow 💕

Warnings: MxM, frotting, masturbation, handjob, marking, cum licking

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Leander hurried after Sebastian as the Slytherin boy’s stride ate up the distance. He was nervous but if this was to be anything like the last time Sebastian had asked to speak with him, he couldn’t wait.

Sebastian finally stopped in a hallway, peeking down the corridors and upon finding themselves entirely alone he tugged Leander’s sleeve, pulling him into a broom cupboard and locking themselves inside.

Leander gasped when plump freckled lips met his. His heart pounded in time with Sebastian’s as matching freckled hands ghosted down his stomach, untucking his shirt from his waistband and tugging open his trousers.

He groaned into the kiss as Sebastian’s fingers traced delicately down the soft hair of Leander’s happy trail leading to a thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Sebastian groaned against his lips, gripping Leander’s slowly hardening cock in his hand and squeezing lightly.

Leanders hips rolled forward and Sebastian took the opportunity to push him against the wall. His hand made slow teasing strokes up Leander’s erection as his lips trailed down Leander’s sensitive neck. “Can I mark you, baby?”

Leander groaned as heated breath ghosted his neck and quickly nodded in agreement. Sebastian wasted no time locking his lips around the skin above his collar, latching his teeth down and sucking a dark purple mark into pale skin.

Leander bucked into Sebastian’s hand, groaning and whimpering at the intoxicating heat pooling in his groin. A whimper left him when Sebastian released his leaking cock and detached from his neck to admire his handiwork. “Fuck Lee, you look so pretty all fucked out like this and I’ve barely touched you.”

Leander flushed, watching intently as Sebastian freed his own aching erection, stroking it a few times for Leander’s benefit. Leander arched into it as Sebastian pressed his own erection against his, gripping them both in one hand and stroking.

Leander’s head tipped back, a curse toppling from his lips as Sebastian gripped them both firmly in one palm, thrusting himself against Leander. Liquid hot pleasure boiled in Leander’s abdomen, cock leaking precum that only added a delightful slickness to the aching friction between them.

Sebastian groaned in tandem, eyes locked on Leander as he stroked them faster only stopping to squeeze the tip just like he likes. “That’s right, let me feel your cock twitch, baby. Gonna cum while I stroke my cock against yours Lee?”

Leander moaned incoherently, leaning against a stack of crates behind him. Sebastian followed, towering over him, placing a hand on the crates to cage the redhead beneath him.

His hand worked faster and Leander’s hips bucked forward into the delicious friction. Moans and groans of pleasure, hot eager breaths filling the space between them as Sebastian’s fist worked them closer and closer to a delicious end.

Leander bit into his bottom lip, mentally fighting the pressure building, his eyes squeezed shut and Sebastian gave a breathy chuckle, moving his free hand up to press against the dark purple mark just above Leander’s collar.

Sebastian groaned as Leander’s cock twitched in his palm. Leander whimpered, releasing an explosive moan as his cum spurted from his tip, landing mostly on Sebastian’s hand, only adding to the sensation.

Sebastian followed quickly, cumming hard with a deep groan, grinding and stroking himself against Leander’s softening erection. “Good fucking boy, Lee.”

Leander swallowed thickly, looking down to take in the mess they’d made between them. He blew out a shaky breath and Sebastian chuckled. “You always cum so much for me, baby.”

Sebastian lifted his hand to Leander’s mouth and Leander obediently licked the sticky mess from the brunette's fingers. Sebastian groaned, watching to make sure he cleaned it all up before he tucked himself away and placed a hand on Leander’s chin, dropping a long passionate kiss on Leander’s lips. “Till next time, love.”

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blueraineshadows · 8 months

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Hello to you. I rather enjoyed your Sebastian and Leander fic. Do you think we could get a part 2? Maybe they meet up again this time in the castle somewhere? I love your writing!

Hi 👋 Thank you for your request, and yes! You absolutely deserve a part 2 🙌❤️💚 Part One

Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett

NSFW 🔞 Smut, gay sex, 💯 % Prewlow lust

The pendulum swung steadily above their heads as Crossed Wand partners took their positions, wands up ready. Leander looked to his partner, a fellow Gryffindor whose lip was curled with intent. She was determined to win this time, and as much as Leander hoped that to be the case, he wasn't entirely convinced of their chances. His gaze drifted towards the other end of the room, where Sallow stood with MC, both of them poised and with confident smirks.

As they had gathered together for tonight's session of duels, Sallow had been his usual flirty self, his charms aimed purely towards MC, and not for the first time Leander wondered if there was more to that than met the eye. Leander had looked away, swallowing down the stupid bitter twist it brought to his guts, the memory of desperate moans in his ears, and the musky scent of sex mingled with mud searing through his memory.

Leander had kept his word, and his lips had remained sealed about the erotic encounter he had shared with Sallow on the road back from Hogsmeade. He hadn't even dared to mention it to Sallow himself, afraid of the reaction he would get if he did so. It was easier to avoid his smirking gaze and pretend it hadn't happened.

But, it had happened, and Leander was too afraid to look too closely at how often it kept him awake at night, too ashamed to admit to himself how many times he had resulted in the comfort of his own palm, easing the throb that plagued him whenever he thought of whispered filth in his ears and the hot, full feeling of Sallow buried deep.

Tonight, in the torch lit hall of the Clock Tower, students gathered to spectate as the school's top duellists took on their rivals, Leander stood opposite the object of his dark dreams and finally stared into taunting brown eyes. Sallow's lips twitched, confidence oozing from him in waves as he stood beside his equally confident partner. As a team, they were breathtaking to watch, the first flash of a spell erupting from the end of Sallow's wand, his wrist barely flicking as he conjured his first blow. MC countered the spell that shot from Leander's partner's wand, their grunt of annoyance merely the first of many, as Leander effortlessly blocked Sallow's charm.

As the spells fired back and forth, Leander barely glanced his partner's way, his eyes tracking every movement Sallow made. It was like a dance, the back and forth, the careful steps, and Leander felt his cheeks warming from the effort and the tension that was steadily building within him.

MC and Sallow worked with one mind, a team that clearly practised often and knew each other's tells. Jealousy began to entwine with the adrenaline as Leander pushed harder, sweat beading at his temples as he threw yet more spells across the space between them. Sallow chose to spend his time with MC, not just for this, but they were often together in the halls, fuelling Leander's suspicion that there was more to the little looks they shared.

Did they know what Sallow and him had done? Did they know that Sallow had taken him like some savage animal in the dirt and grass? Sallow had used him and discarded him, and Leander had enjoyed it, but there was something building within him that scared him a little. As Leander fired his spells towards the Slytherin tease, he realised that he wanted to wipe that cocky smirk from Sallow's face, and it would take more than winning a duel to satisfy this growing need within.

Fired by this new and tantalising desire, Leander's face switched from cool determination to intrigued intensity, his eyes burning hot and fierce as they blocked and parried. Somehow, it made his blood pump faster, his adrenaline spiking in ways that made him pant, his pupils dilating as he fixed his hunger on Sallow.

Was that a hesitation in Sallow's movement? He almost got hit, jumping to the side and almost colliding with MC, annoyance clouding their face as they risked a glance his way. Sallow scowled and resumed position, his eyes now blazing as he glared across at Leander. Leander felt that burn within grow deeper and expand. Had he just flustered Mr Confidence himself?

MC threw a particularly strong spell towards Leander's partner and she wasn't quick enough in her defence, the spell hitting her with such force that she flew backwards, tumbling across the stone floor with a cry of pain and frustration. As much as Leander had the urge to check if she was alright, he dared not take his gaze from the duo across the room from him. He was now alone against the two best in the school. He wasn't going to win this.

His eyes locked with Sallow, and something surged inside of him, something hot and desperately distracting. It seemed to spill out into the space around him, the air crackling through the smoke from their spell casting. Time seemed to slow down as another spell flew out from MC's wand towards him, and Leander flicked his wrist, blocking the spell while keeping his eyes locked on Sallow. Leander rolled his bottom lip with his teeth, heat burning in his cheeks and in his loins, and he almost gasped when he saw those smug brown eyes widen slightly. Surely not.

Leander narrowed his eyes, firing off a spell back towards MC as Sallow hesitated, a subtle pink flush creeping up his neck as he aimed his wand towards Leander. It was a slight reaction, but it was enough. Leander slowly swiped his tongue across his lower lip as he dodged another blast, his wand swooping in a wide arc as he shot Glacius across the floor at both their feet. He watched Sallow's throat work as the pair leapt back, firing back at Leander in the process, his brown eyes darkening as he stared at Leander.

Leander didn't care about the duel. He had already won in ways he would never have believed. He smirked and threw up a half-hearted defence, barely blocking the spell that MC had fired at him. Sallow's spell hit him in the chest, and he stumbled back, hitting the stone floor with a grunt, the air whooshing from his lungs. He lay there, blinking up at the steady, swooping swing of the pendulum.

It wasn't just him that had felt it, that tension and heat, Sallow had reacted to him. The smirk remained fixed on Leander's face as he gathered himself to climb to his feet.

....*....

As Leander donned his robe and left the Clock Tower, he could still feel the burn of Sallow's gaze on his back. As the duelling had wrapped up for the night, MC ending up being the winner in the end, Sallow had thrown intense glances his way, eyes burning with the knowledge that Leander had coaxed a reaction out of him. Desire mingled with fear as Leander kept himself as aloof as possible. He did not want to appear too eager or too soft. He wanted to wind Sallow up, and it seemed to be working. As Leander crossed the bridge back into the castle, he wondered if he might live to regret his boldness.

A small part of him was screaming for repercussions, while the other half trembled with the knowledge that his attempts to tease someone like Sallow might backfire terribly. Leander didn't think he was any good when it came to flirting. As much as he tried, he never really seemed to have much luck. He wasn't the best duellist. He didn't have Garreth's easy charm, and he doubted he was either handsome or attractive given the lack of flirting aimed his way. This is what made the strange, alluring pull with Sallow so intriguing in the most frightening ways. He had no clue what any of it meant, only that the Slytherin got under his skin until he was practically squirming with it.

Footsteps behind him almost made him pause to look, but he fought the urge as he took the route through the castle towards the Gryffindor common room. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he remembered how Sallow had followed him back from Hogsmeade, but he wouldn't do such a thing again, surely.

As he rounded a corner, he hurried to press himself back against the wall, heart in his mouth as the footsteps drew nearer. A girl in Ravenclaw robes appeared carrying books, she startled when she saw Leander and he offered a small smile of apology as she scowled and hurried along. Leander let out a long breath and shook his head. He needed to get a grip on himself.

He was almost back at the common room when he spotted a familiar shape leaning against the wall, one booted foot pressed against it, knee bent, arms folded, and that insufferable smirk on full lips. Sallow.

Leander slowed his steps, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing so far from the dungeons?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Sallow teased.

Leander swallowed but kept his face blank. "Yes, that's why I asked."

Sallow's smirk slipped a little, and he unfolded his arms. "Shame, you lost again tonight, Prewett," he said. He moved away from the wall with a cocky little strut as he looked up at Leander. "Nice touch with the Galcius, though. I'm almost impressed."

Leander was immediately thrown back to that night under the stars, rutting in the mud, and Sallow's words of praise as Leander had fixed his clothing. I'm almost impressed.

Leander's fingers flexed, twitching with the urge to either slap that smug look off Sallow's face or grab him by the throat and bite that smirking lower lip. It was hard not to stare at that mouth, especially this close up, remembering the feel of those lips around his cock. It was easy to imagine the softness under his teeth, the hot taste of Sallow's mouth if he was to shove his tongue into it, Leander licked his lips as the fantasy played out behind his eyes.

Sallow's smirk widened. "Do it," he whispered. "I dare you."

Leander stiffened, his eyes flying up to meet with Sallow's, and to his horror, a small sound escaped his mouth. He cursed himself, his earlier resolve just melting away at the merest suggestion that Sallow might feel the same distracting tug of heat.

With a quick glance up and down the corridor, Sallow's hand was on his robe, tugging him firmly across to a door in the wall nearby. Sallow opened it and dragged Leander into the gloom, slamming the door closed behind them. Leander trembled, alone with Sallow in the dark again, his blood immediately rushing south as he was pushed up against a wall.

"Should I make you beg, Prewett?" Sallow said, his voice low, breathy.

How convenient that a broom cupboard just happened to be there where they had crossed paths. Leander shivered as he stared at Sallow. "You... you were waiting for me," he said, realisation dawning.

Sallow chuckled. "You don't get to give me 'fuck me' eyes in a duel and expect me to ignore it, do you? You're a naughty boy, Prewett."

Deft hands were already undoing Leander's trousers, his belt clinking, buttons popping open and his cock twitched and began to swell in anticipation. Leander could hear his own shaky breaths, the words to beg already tingling on the end of his tongue as Sebastian's long fingers slid teasingly across his abdomen.

"First I beat you in a duel, now I get to have you begging for my cock," he taunted. "Tonight is turning out to be rather fun."

Leander was aching for Sallow's hand to claim him, but the merest brush of finger tips across his swelling tip was all he got, the touch enough to make a whimper spill from his lips. Sallow was going to make him beg, and how many times had Leander fantasised about this happening again.

Isn't this exactly what he wanted? He closed his eyes and bit his lip, images of the earlier duel flashing up behind his closed lids. As Sallow's hot breath fanned across his throat, he thought of the way those brown eyes had widened, the little stumble after Leander's suggestive bite of his lip. Leander shuddered as a wet tongue slid across his throat, swirling just under his Adam's apple, another teasing stroke of finger tips.

"Come on, Prewett, beg for me," Sallow breathed against his throat. "You want it."

Resolve flooded through Leander and he grabbed Sallow by the front of his robes, spinning them around so that now Sallow was shoved up against the wall, a surprised grunt coming from him as Leander pinned himself against him. Leander's heart was hammering madly against his ribs, this was just crazy, but his blood thrummed as he stared right into Sallow's eyes, the gloom of the cupboard making them glitter strangely as he stared back.

"No," Leander said firmly. "You beg. You don't get touch me again until you do."

The gloom of the cupboard was not so dark that Leander could not see the subtle widening of Sallow's pupils, nor miss the way his jaw worked, and his throat bobbed with a thick swallow. Leander had caught him off guard, and it was a rewarding feeling. It made fire burn in his veins, and boldness was easier as he slid a hand down to cup Sallow through his trousers. What he felt there almost made him moan, but he bit it back. He was in charge now, and the evidence was right there in his hand.

He quirked an eyebrow. "Looks like someone is eager," he murmured. He gave Sallow's cock a gentle squeeze and to his shock, a whimper slipped through Sallow's lips. Leander felt a spike of lust, and began to rub slowly against Sallow's arousal, his cock hardening further as he did so. "Do you like that, Sallow?"

"Y-yes," he whimpered. His hips flexed, thrusting up to meet Leander's hand.

Leander could not believe what was happening as Sallow whimpered and rutted against his touch, it was definitely empowering and his mouth tingled, hunger making him bend down and slowly slide his tongue over that tempting lower lip. In the grass, by the path, it had been almost violent, but here in the intimacy of the cupboard, Leander took his time, savouring the plumpness of Sallow's lip.

As those lips parted, a soft gasp leaving them, Leander slid his tongue in deeper, Sallow responding immediately, the delicate swirl of his tongue against Leander's making desire twist with molten heat in his belly. That flame spread outwards and into his limbs, his hand still rubbing in languid strokes along Sallow's length. The soft moan that came from Sallow's throat made Leander brace his other hand against the wall, his legs weakening at the sound. It pushed him further into his lust, and he kissed him harder.

Both of them moaned, the soft, wet sounds of their kiss filling the space as Sallow began to squirm, his hips rocking upwards greedily. Leander paused, pulling his mouth back, saliva stringing between their lips, making him lick them. "Such a greedy boy," he murmured. "What do you want, Sallow? Tell me."

Sebastian whimpered, his eyes hooded as his head fell back against the wall, his cheeks flushed as he softly panted. "Don't make me beg," he whined.

His hand fumbled down, trying to get inside Leander's pants, but Leander pulled his hips back and tutted playfully. "Uh-uh, Sallow. Naughty boys don't get to touch, only good boys who ask nicely."

Sallow was practically writhing now, and he screwed his face up, his hand gripping the bottom of Leander's shirt. "You bastard."

Leander chuckled and brushed his lips against Sallow's cheek, a slight sting of stubble grazing him as he moved towards his ear. He nipped at it, soothing it with his tongue as Sallow panted and tried to gain friction with his hips. Leander whispered into Sallow's ear, making sure to touch his lips against it. "I could use my mouth. Would you like that?"

Leander closed his eyes, balls tightening and saliva gathering in his mouth as he envisioned getting a taste of that hard cock that was trying to thrust against his hand.

Sebastian moaned, his back arching upwards. "Fuck," he growled through gritted teeth. Then he relaxed, breathing hard, his face softening. "Alright, alright...p-please...I want it. I want you."

Leander was practically shaking now as he moved his mouth back to those pleading lips and pressed a soft kiss against them. "Good boy, Sallow."

Sebastian groaned and grabbed the front of Leander's robes, his eyes almost desperate. "Don't call me that," he begged. "Please...say my given name. I'll be good, just...please..."

Leander stared at him, their eyes seemingly locked in that moment as the Slytherin surrendered himself to him. Leander brought both hands up to cup his face, his thumbs brushing along his jaw as he bent to kiss him. Something about that request pulled at something deep inside Leander and he couldn't explain it, didn't think he really had the mind space to pick it over right now either because his nose was filled with the intoxicating scent of Sallow, and his body was practically screaming with the urge to claim him. As his tongue swirled deep and slow, the low hum of pleasure coming from Sallow only seemed to fuel the magnetism.

Leander moaned too, his fingers sliding up into ruffled brunette locks and tugging. "Sebastian," he moaned.

The name tumbled from his mouth into Sebastian's, and Sebastian pulled at Leander, whimpering and tugging their bodies tightly together in a desperate clutch as he arched against him.

"Please," Sebastian gasped. "Please...touch me."

Leander obliged, pulling Sebastian's cock from his pants and sliding his palm up the silken skin, his thumb seeking out the weeping tip with gentle flicks that had Sebastian groaning. "Yes...mmph."

"Robes off," Leander said.

Sebastian unclipped his robe obediently and shrugged it free, pulling his school sweater up over his head, pausing to moan and pant as Leander pumped his fist in slow strokes along his cock. Leander watched through lidded eyes as Sebastian pulled his tie free and unbuttoned his shirt. The planes of his chest and stomach came into view, exposing freckled skin not unlike Leander's own. Leander smoothed his palm up Sebastian's heaving torso, finger tips sliding through the smattering of dark hair before reaching to pinch at a nipple. The noises coming from Sebastian was making Leander twitch almost painfully in his pants, his own cock leaking with need for him.

Leander continued to tease both cock and nipple, his mouth claiming Sebastian's bottom lip in a gentle suck. Sebastian fumbled, ridding Leander of his own robes and uniform, both of them now with their shirts open. Sebastian leant his head forward, licking his lips. "Let me touch you," he begged.

Leander nodded, grabbing Sebastian's hand and placing it against his chest. Sebastian slid his palm slowly downwards, fingers splayed until he could push down Leander's trousers and underwear, the clothing pooling over his boots as Sebastian grabbed his hips and yanked him closer.

Their height difference made Leander's cock rub up against Sebastian's soft belly, smearing precum through the thick, dark hair there. Leander groaned and rocked, sliding his cock against him, revelling in the friction and mess as Sebastian's cock slid against his thigh, both of them breathing hard and fast.

Leander licked his lips, hungry to taste Sebastian, return the favour he had bestowed upon him in the grass that night. He bent to kiss his neck, Sebastian immediately tilting his head with a whimper, and Leander boldly sucked, pulling his skin up harshly into his mouth with a groan, the skin instantly blooming red. He shifted, pressing harsh kisses along Sebastian's collar bone, the salty taste of his skin driving him to suck and lick. As he slid downwards, kissing Sebastian's chest and stomach, soft hairs brushing against his nose, Sebastian ran his hands through Leander's hair, mussing the neatly combed strands.

Sebastian's scent was strong in his nose, the musk of arousal thick and heady as the silky brush of his cock touched his cheek. Leander licked it, sliding his tongue along the thick vein that pulsed with Sebastian's own desire. Leander mouthed gently at the skin, sucking softly at the side of his cock before sliding his lips to the tip. Sebastian gripped his hair tightly and Leander peered up through his lashes at Sebastian's flushed cheeks and parted lips, he was beautiful, lost in a haze of his own lust, and Leander was doing this to him. Leander moaned and swirled his tongue against the tip, lapping at the precum oozing in slick drops before closing his mouth around it in a gentle suck.

Sebastian's open-mouthed groan was a delicious reward, and Leander watched him, entranced, as he sank his lips lower along his length, teasing and sucking. Sebastian's cock twitched hungrily, his fingers tugging hard at Leander's mussed hair. Leander rolled his tongue as he sucked, the taste of Sebastian coating it, making him ache with a fierceness that made him moan around silken flesh. Leander dropped his gaze and took Sebastian in fully, burying his face into the thatch of hair at the base as he sucked and bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat.

"Oh-h fuck," Sebastian groaned, his hands pushing down as he gripped at Leander's hair, and his hips flexed.

Leander had never sucked a cock before, but he guessed he was doing it right judging by the reaction he was getting, so he built up his pace, sliding his mouth up and down and every now and then pushing Sebastian as far into his throat as he could, his eyes watering and his throat constricting around his girth. Sebastian was falling to bits, whimpering and pushing his hips forward, greedily chasing his pleasure as Leander worked with lips and tongue. "So good... yes...uuhh."

Leander began to caress Sebastian's thighs, the meaty flesh hot and trembling under his fingers as he squeezed, dragging his fingers along them, drawing more erotic noises from the Slytherin. He slid his hand between them, dragging his fingers back from arse to balls and Sebastian bucked, his cock thrusting hard into Leander's throat making him choke. Sebastian swore viciously. "Again," he begged.

Leander smirked around his cock, eyes streaming, and slid his hand in again, pressing his fingers more firmly against Sebastian's entrance. He worked at it, teasing and pressing and Sebastian rocked his hips. Leander slid his fingers slowly forward, massaging until he came up against nut sack. Leander felt a pulsing beneath his fingers tips and pressed curiously against it. The longest, most erotic groan left Sebastian's lips and he shoved his cock in deep, Leander gagged but took it as Sebastian throbbed, hot spurts of release filling Leander's throat and mouth, the violence of it making dribbles escape and trickle down Leander's chin.

Sebastian was panting, slumped back against the wall as he sucked in deep breaths. "Fuck, Prewett, that was...mmph."

Leander was swallowing down and wiping his mouth as he stood. Sebastian reached up to swipe his thumb across his lips, a small smirk lifting his mouth as he pulled him closer, slowly kissing Leander and licking up whatever was left. Leander gasped, his pulse throbbing as they kissed even deeper, his hands wandered down and around to squeeze Sebastian's arse, moulding the flesh.

"I wanna fuck you," he whispered. He sucked at Sebastian's lip, Sebastian nodding and reaching down to take hold of Leander's cock stroking it in slow movements that made Leander bite his lip.

"Yeah, I want this cock inside me," Sebastian said. "Do you remember what I did to you? You need to get me ready."

Leander nodded. He would never forget the way Sebastian had spat his own cum onto his arse.

Sebastian grinned and fumbled around for his wand. "Hold out your hand," he said.

Leander did so and Sebastian muttered a charm, a slippery fluid coating Leander's fingers. Leander rubbed his fingers together and Sebastian took hold of his wrist guiding his hand down.

"Start with one finger, then work it up to two," Sebastian said. He glanced down as he stroked Leander, his thumb rubbing at his tip. He hummed thoughtfully, his smirk wicked. "You might have to use three for me to take all of this."

Leander blushed and looked down, the sight of Sebastian's hand wrapped around him making him throb, his skin felt flushed and tight. "You didn't have any trouble taking it in that big mouth of yours," Leander teased.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "You want to fuck me or not?"

Leander chuckled and took hold of Sebastian's chin, tilting his head up and staring right into those cocky brown eyes.

"You want me to fuck you," he said, his voice low and almost breathless. He slid his hand between Sebastian's thighs, nudging them wider as he slid a finger along towards Sebastian's hole, the lubricant making him glide effortlessly as he teased and probed. Sebastian whimpered, lips parting, eyes darkening. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be begging for me to come so you can take a breath."

Sebastian sucked in a shuddering breath, a small whine leaving him as Leander pushed his finger knuckle deep, pumping slowly. Leander leaned his arm against the wall, watching Sebastian's face as he worked on him, stretching him out, adding the second finger as he whispered filth into Sebastian's ear, savouring every moan and hitched breath. When he added a third finger, Sebastian's head titled back, his mouth gaping open and he groaned, eyes rolling as Leander pushed against the sweet spot he had discovered.

"Gods... Prewett, I need it," he whimpered. "Fuck me, please."

Leander pumped him a little more, noticing that Sebastian's cock had begun to swell again, he slid his fingers free and stroked them over Sebastian's tip making him shudder.

"Bend over like a good boy, Seb," he said. "I want to see that pretty arse in the air."

Sebastian closed his eyes, nodding. "Yes...yes..."

A storage crate made for a good spot to bend Sebastian over, Leander pulled his shirt free from him, wanting to see the way the muscles moved on his back as he fucked him. There were a few curious scars on his flesh and Leander smoothed his fingers over them as Sebastian gripped the far edge of the crate.

"Now, give me that cock, Prewett," Sebastian said.

Leander moulded his delicious backside, sliding his thumb teasingly over his twitching hole and Sebastian moaned, arching to lift his hips. Leander took hold of himself, pumping a few times before dragging the tip between Sebastian's cheeks, anticipation making him bite his lip as he lined himself up. He could have asked Sebastian for that lubricant charm, but he didn't, he bent down and spat on him instead, the filth of it making his cock twitch as he rubbed the tip through it and nudged at the hole.

He gripped Sebastian's hip to keep him still because he kept squirming with his little moans, and then he pushed, watching as Sebastian stretched around his cock. Leander bit his lip, forcing himself to push slowly, the tightness a dizzying agony as he pulled back a little and then sunk in a bit more.

Sebastian moaned, his hands gripping the far edge of the crate, knuckles turning white as Leander slowly filled him up. "Fucking hell," Sebastian whined.

Leander shuddered, caressing Sebastian's hips and cheeks as he edged inwards, tight walls clenching and releasing around his cock until he was balls deep. He looked down and had to hold his breath for a moment, the edge of his release was too damn close and he was not about to waste this opportunity to pound into Sebastian.

Sebastian's back was heaving with deep breaths, and Leander admired the tone of his muscle, the shape of his shoulder blades where he was gripping the crate. Leander smoothed his hand up his spine, palm savouring the ridges and the softness of his skin. He wrapped his hand around the back of Sebastian's neck, feeling the damp sweat there and squeezed gently.

"You alright there, Seb?" He asked.

Sebastian nodded. "You're so big," he gasped.

"Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no," Sebastian said shaking his head. "Give it to me, as hard as you can, Prewett. I can take it."

Leander's cock twitched eagerly inside of him and Sebastian's head dipped, his hips flexing slightly as he whined. Leander brought his hands to Sebastian's waist, holding him firmly just above the hips and did a test thrust, not too hard. The pair of them groaned.

"Merlin, that's tight," Leander breathed.

He took a breath and began to move, shuddering moans racking his frame as he built up the pace. Sebastian leant his forehead on his arm, hips rocking to meet every thrust as Leander thrust harder and harder. His fingers gripped at Sebastian's waist, the flesh white under the pressure of his finger tips as he pulled Sebastian harshly backwards on to his cock as he fucked.

A coiling pressure was building within Leander, he could feel it beginning to tighten the muscles in his abdomen as he looked down, watching his glistening cock slide in and out of Sebastian.

He pressed his palm into the small of Sebastian's back, forcing him to arch, the slap of their skin combining with the desperate grunts and cries that were spilling from Sebastian's lips. He was hungry for it though, practically up on his tip toes as he took Leander thrust by thrust.

Leander leant back a little, adjusting his angle, and Sebastian threw his head back, slapping his hands down against the crate, and Leander's balls tightened. "Fuck, I'm gonna blow," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yes...fill me up," Sebastian panted. He reached down, grasping his own swollen cock, his arm pumping quickly, a sheen of sweat shining across his back.

Leander had to swipe the sweat from his own face as he pushed just that little bit harder before slamming in deep, arching his own back as he began to grind himself against Sebastian's arse, hands holding him open as his cock throbbed, pumping spurts of hot release deep inside Sebastian. He groaned, gasping in some much needed air before bracing both hands each side of Sebastian on the crate.

Sebastian squirmed beneath him, panting, his walls fluttering around Leander's over sensitive cock. His arm was still pumping and Leander reached around, sliding his hand over the top of Sebastian's and pumping with him until Sebastian tensed up, moaning through his own release, the hot cum spilling over both of their fingers.

Leander leant his forehead against Sebastian's sweaty back, breathing hard and trying to refocus after the blinding haze of pleasure that had consumed him. He had no idea how long they had been in this broom cupboard, but the duel in Crossed Wands had felt like ages ago.

Sebastian hadn't moved, just the heaving of his breaths and the aftershock flutters that teased at Leander's cock still buried in his arse.

"You alright, mate?" Leander asked softly.

Sebastian nodded and wiped the sweat from his face, blinking slowly. "Wow, Prewett..."

Leander didn't even think twice before pressing a quick kiss to Sebastian's shoulder before straightening up, slowly pulling out from the tight heat of Sebastian. Sebastian shifted and moaned and Leander swiped his thumb over his hole, gently pressing the seeping release back inside.

"You were such a good boy," Leander praised.

He bent to gather up his trousers, pulling them up and working on fastening his shirt. Sebastian straightened and began to dress himself, both of them quiet as they made themselves presentable.

Leander kept glancing at Sebastian as the haze of lust began to fade. His muscles felt relaxed, his body thrumming with a pleasant satisfaction that made his lips want to twitch upwards, but he knew this would have to end once he left this cupboard. As soon as he stepped out of that door, Sebastian would become just Sallow again, the Slytherin boy who glared at him and made mean remarks.

"Don't worry, I know the drill," Leander said, clipping his robe together. He glanced at the door, preparing to make that step. "Not a word to anyone or I'm a dead man."

Sebastian stared at him, tucking in his shirt and fluffing his hair into some kind of order. Leander didn't know what to make of his expression, it wasn't exactly blank, but it was also hard to read.

When he stepped up closer to Leander, he couldn't help but tense up a little, which was so stupid considering the intimacy they had just shared.

"You're right, don't tell anybody about this," Sebastian said. He reached up, his hand sliding around Leander's neck, pulling him down as he tilted his face up. Leander was surprised when soft lips met his, a kiss that savoured his lips before gently letting go. Brown eyes looked into his, long fingers slowly stroking the back of his neck. "It's our little secret now, Prewett, but you had better get used to this."

Leander sucked in a soft breath of suprise. "Really?"

Sebastian nodded, his eyes darkening as his hand cupped Leander through his trousers, fondling him gently. "Mmm, definitely, because this cock is mine. Do you understand me?"

Leander nodded, a small sound leaving his throat as his cock twitched at those words.

Sebastian's smirk was so smug, but equally dangerous. "Good," he said. He slid his hand around to squeeze Leander's arse. "This is also mine. Next time we meet, I'm going to be wanting a piece of it."

Leander grabbed him, backing him up against the wall and pressing his mouth hungrily against his. Sebastian groaned, his mouth opening as Leander kissed him deeply, pulling his hip in to feel the full length of his body. Leander had not expected this second round with Sebastian, let alone the offer of more, but he would take it.

Leander pulled back, leaving Sebastian a flushed panting mess, and he straightened his tie for him. He cupped his face and brushed his thumb over Sebastian's kiss swollen lips.

"See you later then, Sebastian," he said. "You know where to find me."

With that, Leander stepped away and opened the broom cupboard door, glancing up and down to check the hallway was clear before exiting. He strolled away, hands slipping into his pockets as a slow smile spread across his lips.

The rest of his 7th year was looking pretty damn good.

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