unnatural little beast

Evan passed a cigar over to Fabian, smiling as he did so. The previous night was starting to come back to him, the bar, their conversation, the drinking, and what came after. He seemed to remember Fabian kissing him, and then after that it all got a bit blurry.

He moved over under the covers to lie closer to Fabian, his left arm brushing Fabian’s right. “Am I right in thinking you feel some pain in your rear?”, he asked as he took a puff of his cigar. He wouldn’t have thought Fabian was the type to bottom, but if he was remembering things right…

He wondered what this meant… the previous night Fabian had claimed not be gay, but this was contradictory, and boy was he attractive; Evan looked over Fabian’s thick muscles and hairy chest and wondered how Fabian would react if he tried to kiss him, they had already shagged, but he might’ve gotten shy having sobered up.

He turned on his side so that he faced Fabian in the bed, propping his head up on his arm, “Do you wanna stick around? I can make breakfast if you like, I do a great fry up”, he took a drag of his cigar, “And we could listen to the radio, maybe kiss a bit. That is, if you’re not regretting last night too much”.

      Merlin, that smell. How the hell had he missed that earlier?

–– "Let's take a rain check on the kissing," Fabian said, a bit hesitantly. He didn't want to hurt Evan's feelings, as the man had been nothing but kind to him, but the fact remained that Fabian was not gay.

      Merlin's pants, what had he got himself into?

      Smiling feebly, he said, –– "But breakfast sounds... Sounds nice. I could do with something to eat."

Evan suddenly realized that he was lying half slumped over Fabian Prewett, utterly naked, lying on his belly with his leg over Fabian’s body, with nothing but a duvet keeping their dignity.

"Yeah this is my flat", Evan noted, "Definitely my bedroom, and I’d imagine out clothes are on the floor mate. I reckon we shagged last night".

      No, absolutely not. Not possible. Fabian might get a bit too pissed sometimes, but he did not go home with strange men and he absolutely did not shag them. Under any circumstances. He was Fabian Prewett, not homophobic by any means, but absolutely not gay.

      However, all evidence seemed to go against this supposition. He had woken up naked, with someone's naked body draped over his, with almost no memory of the previous night. This wasn't an alien experience to him, but generally his naked bedmate was female.

      And in every instance that Fabian could remember, it had meant that they'd shagged.

      There was something else. Fabian flushed scarlet when he realised what it was – a rather intimate part of him was feeling rather sore that morning.

      This could mean only one thing: he, Fabian Reinhard Prewett, former Gryffindor beater, had been the bottom.

–– "Oh, holy shit," he said, and for a moment he wasn't sure quite what he was going to do – run screaming from the room, have a panic attack, or some other strange reaction.

      He did none of these things, however. After a moment's silence, he suddenly burst out in a fit of hysterical laughter.

–– "Wait a second. Where the hell are we? Please tell me this is your flat, and – "

      Fabian takes a moment to fully register his situation.

"Happy to", Evan replied with a chuckle, "Well you’ve come to the right man to answer that question, I have been on both ends of this scenario more than once. The short answer is yes, men enjoy it. The long answer, is well, graphic; if no form of lubrication, even saliva is used, the initial entry can be quite painful, especially the first time. If foreplay is involved the muscles down there will loosen considerably, and if lube is used entry will be a lot easier, and the pain is minimal or none. Now initial pain set aside, no matter what it will be pleasurable.

"That area inside of you is very sensitive to touch, particularly one spot called the prostate, they have a lot of… ahh, I think muggles call them nervous ends. This means that any stimulant down there, be it finger, penis, tongue, or something else entirely, can cause great pleasure, if it say, stroking the body. However there can also be pain if cuts or friction occurs, it’s basically like this", he said, reaching out and stroking Fabian’s arm with a finger.

He stopped stroking it, then dug his fingernail into it. “One of those was a mild tingling, rather pleasant eh? The other not so much. Down there, those same actions would results in sensation amplified tenfold. So yes blokes do enjoy it, but it can still be painful, but that can be said of most things”.

What. The. Fuck.

Fabian was straight; he had always been straight, had never had more than the most fleeting of interest in another man. Why, then, was a fairly innocuous touch from his new friend having such a profound effect on him?

He threw back his drink, hoping that would help, and while, after a moment or two, the room started swaying pleasantly, it did absolutely nothing to rid him of his discomfort.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and getting to his feet. “Need to – the loo, I’ll be right-”

He cut himself off before he could say anything incriminating, and stumbled off in the general direction of the toilets.

Some five minutes later, he stumbled back from the restroom, somehow making his way back to his seat. He felt a bit better, having washed his face in the basin, but he was still feeling rather edgy.

He laughed, remembering long weeks spent trying to get Ted to confess to his secret flame’s identity. “Well, congratulations, because if Teddy’s word is anything to go off of, you pretty thoroughly rocked his world.” Fabian grinned. “I’ve seldom heard the old pervert so blown away by someone’s performance – you must be a real freak, mate.”

"Look’s like you’ve finished your drink", Evan commented, "let me get you another", he said as he ordered another firewhiskey for his new friend. He realized he’d been melodramatic, and the increasingly lax tone of the Prewett’s speech was only reassuring him of that. Fabian wasn’t wrong, Evan had spent quite a time alongside Ted Tonks, enjoying each other in each and every way possible, even a few that weren’t. And Evan had certainly impressed Tonks, although Evan suspected himself of overcompensating for certain other… shortcomings.

He decided to embrace this conversation, he might not be able to live his enter life free of worries, but at that moment, he was with Fabian, he was free to discuss whatever he would, and he was happy. He took a drink of his wine and began, “Well, I normally would not be so vulgar, but frankly you brought it up… Yes Ted and I were quite so… Have you ever seen his cock? The only suitable word for it’s length is excessive. Excessively long indeed, for someone who’d sooner have my mouth on his backside than his front. Ted was never exactly difficult to please mind you, but I did learn some neat tricks from that tight little arse of his”, he commented, raising his index and middle fingers together, “You’d be surprised the kind of noises that these two fingers alone could generate”.

He apologised with as much grace as he could manage when he was still coughing.

"Steady on, mate," Fabian said, still a bit hoarse. "That's my best friend you're talking about there – I'm not going to be able to look Teddy in the eye next time he comes round for tea if I'm picturing... You know."

Evan, with his fingers up Teddy's arse? Teddy, naked? All in all, these things shouldn't bother Fabian; he'd walked in on Teddy before when he was with a partner, and of course he knew what Teddy was packing. Be friends with someone for long enough and you were bound to see him naked. But there was something about this, about hearing these things about Teddy from someone who had enjoyed him like that... Well.

It was odd, to say the least. 

Still, Fabian was just the right level of drunk for his curiosity to win out. Because he genuinely wanted to know, wanted to hear it straight from the source, he suddenly blurted out, "Do blokes actually enjoy that? It just... It just seems painful – I honestly can't see the appeal. Maybe you could fill me in?"

"Congratulations?" Fabian said, a bit uncertainly. He wasn’t exactly sure what reaction Evan wanted from him; it was obvious it took a lot for him to admit it, but Fabian wasn’t exactly sure what he was expected to do. "And I’m not - but I bet you’ve figured that one out already. Sorry about that one."

Fabian laid a hand on Evan’s shoulder and met his gaze. “Look, Rosier. Before he got married, my best mate was a huge fan of cock. You have no idea the number of times I’ve had to listen to Teddy ramble on about whoever happened to be enjoying his arse at the time. There’s nothing  you’re going to say that’ll offend my sensibility or anything stupid like that - and I’m certainly not going to hold it against you that you’re a bit ginger.”

Evan downed his drink with a grimace. He was madly uncomfortable and drank to avoid talking. He stared at the counter as he relished the fresh horror he had unleashed for himself. This reaction was somehow worse than any other; Fabian offered support and ideas of free speech, in a world where Evan would never be able to speak freely without fear of harassment or violence. Fabian offered him false hope, and as much as Evan appreciated it, he did not enjoy it. Who he was and the feelings he had would never be accepted, and Fabian offering acceptance would just lull Evan into a false sense of security that would be his doom, he knew.

He laughed, remembering long weeks spent trying to get Ted to confess to his secret flame's identity. "Well, congratulations, because if Teddy's word is anything to go off of, you pretty thoroughly rocked his world." Fabian grinned. "I've seldom heard the old pervert so blown away by someone's performance – you must be a real freak, mate."

"You don’t need to do that", Evan told him, trying to smile at Fabian, "I don’t mind honestly, it’s just…"

He considered things for a moment. He barely knew this man, he had no idea what the consequences would be if he continued to speak. Evan didn’t know if the alcohol was clouding his judgement or if something about Fabian made him genuinely trust in him, but… it didn’t matter in the end. His lips were moving before his brain could register the words that emerged from them.

"Congratulations?" Fabian said, a bit uncertainly. He wasn't exactly sure what reaction Evan wanted from him; it was obvious it took a lot for him to admit it, but Fabian wasn't exactly sure what he was expected to do. "And I'm not - but I bet you've figured that one out already. Sorry about that one."

Fabian laid a hand on Evan's shoulder and met his gaze. "Look, Rosier. Before he got married, my best mate was a huge fan of cock. You have no idea the number of times I've had to listen to Teddy ramble on about whoever happened to be enjoying his arse at the time. There's nothing  you're going to say that'll offend my sensibility or anything stupid like that - and I'm certainly not going to hold it against you that you're a bit ginger."

Evan sighed. He was definitely taking that as a major stopper on the idea that Fabian could possibly be a homosexual. He only wished that his way of testing his theory had not indebted him to buy rounds of drinks. He supposed it could be worse, it was better this way really. This was a public place, if he’d flirted too directly with Fabian his secret could have been exposed. Sometimes he wished it would be, it would certainly be a load off.

A load off, followed by a lay off, harassment, and general humiliation was the way he saw it going down at least. He would remain with Fabian though, for all his efforts he might as well make a friend. And so with a slightly heavier heart and a lighter coin purse he ordered their drinks. “Cheers”, he told Fabian as he raised his glass. He hoped it didn’t take too long to be drunk enough to forget this night, but with the content of their glasses he doubted it would be.

Throwing an arm over the man's shoulder, he said, "Chin up, mate. I've never seen a man look so gloomy about another round of drinks." A thought occurred to Fabian. "Look, Rosier - if you don't want to pay for my drinks, you don't have to pay for my drinks." He nodded to the bartender. "Put those both on my tab, yeah? My treat."

Evan looked up at Fabian and met his gaze again; he would give it one shot, and if this did not illicit confirmation of his suspicions, he would give in and reconcile with the idea that he was mistaken. He smiled at Fabian and commented, “Guess I’ll be ordering three drinks”.

At this point, Fabian's intuition should have kicked in, letting him know that Evan's flirting was more than just a joke. But at the moment, his intuition was too busy screaming 'FREE DRINKS!' for any other thought to get through.

"Oh, nothing spectacular", Evan said, speaking easily to the hunk across the table, "I work as a secretary for the Head of Magical Transportation. The job itself is fairly boring, but I have flexible hours, and more floo powder than I know what to do with".

He took a swig of his drink, and raised an eyebrow. "We Prewetts are known for being dangerously handsome."

The more he talked with Rosier, the more he was beginning to like the chap. His playful nature made him enjoyable conversation; so many of his friends and coworkers were too stuffy to flirt back. Rosier obviously knew that Fabian was joking around, and was responding in kind, which gave him a sort of courage.

"No, it’s fine, I don’t mind at all", Evan assured… Fabian. He was almost sure it was Fabian. Almost. Evan felt horribly awkward, but he could sense it was one-sided. He did not believe that Fabian suspected a thing in regards to Evan’s attraction to him, or else he probably would not have brought up the oddly alluring scent of sweat. Evan slapped himself on the inside, he shouldn’t be letting himself get excited at the man, it was foolish and dangerous. He was annoyed at himself already for allowing himself to stare at the Prewett.

He signaled for the bartender to attend to him. "Firewhiskey for me, please," he said, then nodded at Evan. "And another glass of whatever my friend here is having."

He hoped that more drinks might calm Rosier down some - the poor man was as jittery as a first year on the day of his sorting - perhaps he was nervous to be around a Gryffindor, especially after all the hell that he and his team had given the Slytherin players. Yes, that would be it. It was now up to Fabian to serve as ambassador for his people, to prove that, though they might have been little shits as teenagers, they had all grown up to be fine examples of wizarding society.

"So, Ministry, eh?" Fabian said, leaning against the bar and smiling breezily, doing his best to put the man at his ease. "Sounds impressive - what, are you working for the Minister now, or else managing the country's secrets for the good of us all?"

"'Course I still play; what kind of a prat do you take me for?" Fabian asked, eyebrows raised. Do you still play? Bah. Ridiculous. That was quite possibly the most ridiculous question he'd ever been asked in all his life. "Yeah, I'm in Games and Sports now - the boys there get me out of the house a couple times a week for a good skirmish."

He looked down at his jersey, suddenly feeling a bit awkward to be discussing his interest in magical sport while in full football kit. "Joined a football league as well - a couple of the boys in the office put one together, with a few from other departments. It's nothing on Quidditch, of course, but it's a fun enough way to work up a sweat."

      He grinned in satisfaction at having remembered the name.  –– "Rosier, mate. I don't think I've seen you since Hogwarts, how've you been?"

—— “Of course I did. That’s why we’re still talking, obviously. You must of heard, I’m just a tad hostile.”

            “I can see it, that’s what scares me. I know how easy it would be to just turn my back on it all, ignore morals and sort of, just carry on. Besides, friends aren’t really my thing.”

–– “And Miss Jones, if I've learned anything in my nearly twenty-seven years, it's that one can always laugh at the great Fabian Prewett. What can I say? I'm absolutely hilarious. That, or I'm just very easy to poke fun at. Take your pick - I prefer the former, obviously."

–– “Friends nothing - it's your values you're fighting for. At the end of the day you can't do this for anyone but yourself - sure, I've got some great Muggleborn mates like Teddy Tonks and the like, and sure, I want people like him to be able to live in peace without having to worry about nutters hexing them in the street just because of who their parents are, but I'm not doing this for him. I'm not even doing this for my nephews, as much as I love the little monsters. They might be the reason I joined up, but they're not the reason I stay. The reason I stay, the reason I fight, is because I know that what I'm doing is right, and I'm willing to fight for that. And you need that, if you're going to make it in the Order - you need to know that you're fighting for what's right."

         —What do you say, dearie ? ❞