Freeze your brain

Cillian’s face went even hotter at the kiss to his cheek, “What?” He stuttered out having gotten lost in a bit of a daydream while watching Morgan practically float around the room. “Oh, of course. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Morgan’s attention snapped back to Cillian as the man stuttered over his words, not something that he was particularly used to from the one who was always so well spoken. “Good, because if you had said no I was going to hold you hostage and I’d much rather you did so on your own. Now would you grab the whiskey ice stones out of the freezer, you remember where they are right or have you been away for so long that you’ve forgotten?” He asked, coming back towards Cillian with two poured glasses of whiskey in his hands.

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Alastor rolled his eyes, “Do I even need to bring up the countless times you’ve threatened me?” he said. “What was it you said? If I talk about your family, you’d kill me?” he mused, tapping his index finger on his chin. “Someone’s being hypocritical~” he hummed. Alastor let out a snort, “I would take your words seriously if everything last night just didn’t prove them wrong,” he said. He ran a hand through his curls, “Don’t forget that you willingly invited me up here, so not only do you clearly enjoy my dickish ways.” He went to slip on his shoes, glancing up at the other, “But don’t pretend you have morals now, Laing.”

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“It was self preservation Alastor and nothing that you didn’t deserve. And you know, the whole you finding my family home and threatening my mam thing sort of calls for retaliation.” Not the typical conversation Morgan found himself having with the person waking up in his apartment the morning after. The scowl on his face only grew more intense the more that Alastor spoke, it killed him to admit the man was right so he just simply wouldn’t. “I don’t claim to have good morals but I know that sleeping with a homicidal prejudice wielding maniac is definitely the lowest point of my life.... Don’t look at me like that Alastor, we both know that you’re not going to go around talking about how you woke up in the muggleborn Laing’s house and I’m not going to admit to a thing so this was a one night stupid mistake that we’ll never discuss again...” Morgan walked towards his door, not opening it yet but getting ready to do so for when the other approached.

Alastor dodged the pillow, catching it with a laugh. “Wow, you are really on edge about this, huh,” he said. He tucked the pillow underneath his arm, stepping closer to Morgan. “And why would why go fantasize when you’re right in front of me? I’m sure you can just have another lapse of memory again.”

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“Of course I’m on fucking edge about it, basically all of our conversations up until this point have been you threatening me?!” Morgan let out an exasperated sigh, not noticing that Alastor was moving in closer until the man spoke again. “What, do you think we’re just going to start making out again because drunk Morgan is an idiot who took pity on a man who was clearly sexually frustrated because that’s the only explanation for why he’s such a massive dick all the time? I know you live a lonely life and when I kick you out you have literally no where to go but that’s not my problem. It was a drunk mistake and now I’m just hungover and full of regret.”

“You know, I’d be a lot more agreeable if you’d offer me a coffee or something before kicking me out,” he said. He snorted at the other’s words, “You can repress your memories all you want, Laing. Not speaking about it won’t make it go away.” He walked to where he saw his shirt balled up in the corner. Half of his movement was get dressed, while the other was to create space between Morgan and himself. Alastor pulled his shirt over his head, “After all, I can still remember how you taste.”

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“Stop yelling,” he groaned, “My head feels like its going to split open,” he said, turning his back on Morgan. He cursed when the other kicked him again. Alastor couldn’t help the chuckle that left him at Morgan’s words, “Is someone embarrassed?” he asked, flipping back over to get a look at Morgan’s face, a smirk on his own. His smirk quickly fell with another kick. “Merlin,” he coughed, getting up. “You know, I liked you better shit-faced. You were much more quiet,” he said, stepping closer to the other. “Much more obedient too.”

“Just do what I tell you then I’ll stop yelling.” Morgan rolled his eyes but he understood, it felt like someone was battering the inside of his head with a hammer. “Embarrassed. Ashamed. These aren’t new emotions for me but this, this tops them all. My life is full of terrible choices but none of them rival letting you into my home never mind anything else that happened. Actually it didn’t happen. If I tell myself that it’ll become true.” At the word obedient Morgan’s fists balled, his already angry face contorting into almost rage. Stepping away from Alastor would be a sign of weakness so despite his better judgement Morgan stood his ground, his eyes boring into the other. “Say that again and see what happens. Find your shirt or leave without it, I don’t care, just hurry this up.”

It was the kick that woke Alastor up. “Fuck,” he groaned. The first thing he registered was pain. His head was pounding and his side was now hurting. He blinked his bleary eyes opened, sitting up when he didn’t recognize his apartment. He rubbed his eyes, peering up at the person in front of him. “What…” he looked around, the memories of the night crashing back into him. “Oh fuck.” Alastor let out a breathless chuckle and laid back down, “That’s not a nice way to wake someone up, Laing.”

“Don’t lie back down! I said get up.” Morgan kicked Alastor again, looking around the room to see if he could find the shirt he’d discarded at some point in the night. At least he knew his trousers had made it to his bedroom. “You don’t get a nice wake up, not in this apartment. Last night we were just... We need to pretend that it never happened because while I don’t have much dignity admitting that it happened would destroy whatever I have left. Now UP!” He said, punctuating it with yet another kick. “And find your damn shirt.”

Cillian hurried to Morgan’s side, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and holding out a bottle of Irish whiskey. “Of course i brought you a gift, dummy. A taste of my home for you.” He beamed, his face burn at Morgan calling him beautiful. He felt a little dizzy just seeing the man, and the compliment made his whole face go red.

Morgan pressed against the other as he felt the arm drape over his shoulder, letting out a noise of elation at seeing the bottle. “Oh you rascal, you know exactly how to win me over every time!” Morgan snatched the whiskey, turning to press a quick kiss to Cillian’s cheeks before spinning away from the man’s arm to grab two glasses for them. Not noticing the man’s face was the colour of the tomatoes he had in the fridge. “You’re joining me for a drink right?”

“Honey I’m home!” Cillian called out into Morgan’s apartment, letting himself in as usual. He’d been in France finalizing the sale of his old bookshop, and he was very excited to be back. He was especially excited to see Morgan.

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Morgan had been a little lost with Cillian around, he’d made some terrible life choices and the fact the man had missed his big event was upsetting but he understood. “You better have brought me gifts or you can’t come in!” Morgan called from his kitchen, well it was a studio so kitchen area. “Now get over here so I can check that your beautiful face hasn’t changed.”

“I…was not expecting such a philosophical answer but I like it,” he said with a smile. He clapped his hands together, symbolizing prayer hands. “Oh thank Merlin, I’m so lost,” he said. He stood up straight, “My mind is blanking and and I can only think of basic things like socks.”

“I’m a very intellectual and philosophical man Nikolai, stop underestimating me.” Morgan rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Please buy Dylan socks, lots and lots of socks. But lets forget about him for now, who do you wish to start with?”

“I’m already having anxiety about Christmas gifts,” he said, running a hand through his curls. “I have too many people to buy for. Do you think everyone will accept a plant?”

“I think everyone should accept whatever they’re given, that’s how gift giving works no? You don’t get to dictate what someone else judges you to be worth, if so no one would ever be able to get me something worth my value. But if this is a cry for help then I guess you’ve came to the right man.”

The runways had all went smoothly, the fires were still burning bright and the open bar he’d been able to put on had more than loosened up people’s purses. Overall the night had been a resounding success so far and finally his nerves were starting to calm themselves, until he spotted a familiar but unwelcome face. Excusing himself from his conversation Morgan stormed in the direction of the man, forgetting any niceties as he grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him out of the conversation he was having and away from the crowds. Not saying a word until they were alone ‘backstage’ Morgan pushed Alastor away from him. “What the fuck are you doing here.”

“Hugo whatever your forty middle names are Weasley if you even think about putting your grubby fingers on any of those clothes I will not hesitate to kill you right here, right now.” Morgan called out as he spotted the back of the man’s head awfully close to an outfit he just knew would catch his eye. “I mean it, don’t even think about touching it if you like being alive!” he continued to shout as he approached.

“There you are. You’re much to high in demand. I’ve been looking for you all night.” She smiled as she went over to him and leaned up to press a kiss to each cheek. “Have I told you that I’m really proud of you? Because I’m really proud of you.” Cassie nodded to one of the designs making their way down the runway. “And I want that, just so we’re clear.”

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Morgan had chewed the inside of his cheek to shreds throughout the night, his eyes glued to the final runway of the evening when he heard Cassie’s voice. Now that all the looks were almost finished he was starting to be able to relax a little. A little being the key word. A soft smile on his face as he dipped a little for him to kiss his cheek. “I’ve been a little busy.” He said jokingly, peeling his eyes off the clothes to look at her. “Thank you Cassie, that means a lot. Well I’m sure we can make that happen. It would look wonderful on you. Do you think it’s went well then?”

“You need help with anything? Or a drink?” Dylan offered his friend with a smirk, walking over to him. “Quit looking so frazzled, Morgan. Everything looks really good.”

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“A drink, always a drink.” Morgan almost barks at Dylan in reply, he’s never the most zen person at the best of times but tonight has him on a new level of stress. “Really good isn’t good enough Dylan, it needs to be perfect... Where’s that drink? Do you not have it in your hand already? Why didn’t you come prepared, of course I was going to want a drink!”

“While I love wearing old clothes, nothing truly beats the smell of new shoes.” Alex grinned as he picked up a pair of brown brogues to examine. “I shouldn’t buy another pair of brown brogues, right? I should put these back and back away slowly.”

“There are so many things that I want to say right now but I don’t think you want to hear any of it.” Morgan looked over the man’s shoulders at the shoes he was holding. “You shouldn’t buy that pair of brown brogues I can tell you that for sure. Unless you’re going for boring middle aged man which I’m guessing you’re not right?”

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing you’ve envisioned shoving up my arse, Laing,” he said with a grin on his lips. “My, my, is that why I’m met with such hostility? Well, don’t blame me for your sexual tension,” he said. Alastor narrowed his eyes at Morgan’s sudden smugness. He batted Morgan’s hand away from his face. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you?” he said, his grip on Morgan’s wrist getting tighter. “As if I’d ever be worried about someone like you,” he said, letting go of the other man’s wrist, pushing past him, knocking his shoulder into Morgan’s. “Feel free to add that to your spank bank, though. Let’s go.”

“Oh you don’t want to hear about the dreams I’ve had about you Alastor, your little heart couldn’t take it.” He knew that Alastor was getting the better of him again, one of the worst feelings for Morgan. Giving this man the upper hand only resulted in him getting carried away. “I believe you mean sexual frustration, the sexual tension is what we give off while we fight like this in the street.” Morgan’s face screwed up quickly as the auror tightened his grip, biting his lip to stop himself from wincing. “You know something, I know that I’m cute.” Before he could retort Alastor had pushed passed him, almost knocking him over with his shoulder. Morgan scowled at the back of the man’s head before starting to follow after him. “I can’t wait till I’m alone tonight so I can do nothing else but lie alone in the dark and think of Alastor. But,” As he sped up, walking past Alastor as to ensure he would be first back to his shop, he slapped the man’s ass, “that is closest I’ll be getting to a spank bank when it comes to you. Now keep up.”