Rabastan

"Nah. I figured I’d come make sure you were a decent guy," he said. "I don’t really like having ex-Death Eaters around here, so." 

"Last I heard Hogsmeade was a neutral zone," he shrugged, looking away from Marcus and towards the fire, "besides, I'm pretty sure you don't have the authority to decide who stays or goes, Death Eater or not." Rabastan barely resisted the urge to shove up his sleeves to make his tattoo visible to the world. Merlin, was McKinnon annoying. 

Well, at least the lighting was new. And the amount of clothing. 

Squeezing in beside him, he took a moment to enjoy the glow of the fire that eased the December cold before speaking.

"You new around here?" he asked. "Can’t say I’ve seen you around Hogsmeade." 

Rabastan had the worst taste of anybody he'd ever met, and that said something considering his brother had had a thing going on with Bellatrix Black of all people. Still, at least Bellatrix would never have done something this ridiculous and insane—

Actually, on second thought, maybe having bad taste was just a trait that ran in the Lestrange family, in which case he could blame his father for this.

"McKinnon, right?" he sighed, fully aware that he was surrounded by a whole lot of people that he didn't want to know about the fact that he was screwing one of their golden boys for shits and giggles. "It's not a surprise, really. I'm not the biggest fan of social gatherings. What do you want?" 

If he was lucky he could get rid of Marcus before the idiot gave them both away in his ridiculous attempt to be sly. 

"Shut up. You don’t want tea," he laughed, leaning forward so his forehead rested briefly against Rab’s, allowing himself to be guided by his tugs. "Sorry to have to tell you, but I might be too tired for what you had in mind."

He didn’t say not in the mood for what what he had in mind. Those weren’t the kinds of conversations he and Rab had. 

Truth be told he quite preferred it when Marcus took charge, because there was something about letting somebody else have control that relaxed him immediately, but it wasn't like he was a stranger to being dominant in the bedroom. Then again he doubted that Marcus really was just tired, in which case he'd have to floo over to Emma after this. How annoying. 

He didn’t point out that Fabian wasn’t his boyfriend. He got that so often, from Rab or otherwise, that it wasn’t even a blip on his radar anymore. 

"Tea sounds good," he said noncommittally, glancing up at Marcus through his eyelashes and tugging once more on the shirt for good measure. "Just wasn't quite what I had in mind, is all."

He had no delusions about his relationship with Rabastan — in fact, he had more suspicions than anything. Still, he figured he was better off keeping them to himself than trying to pry. The last thing he needed was Rabastan to work harder to conceal things from him, whatever those things might’ve been.

Reflexes dulled by the late hour, the pack plopped on the ground nearby and he stooped to pick it up. “You shouldn’t be so liberal about sharing. That’s how I wound up running out.” He grinned slightly, though, to show he was thankful, despite the fact that he figured Rab wouldn’t really care about hearing his thanks directly. “But shh, though.” He nodded toward the ceiling. “Did you need something?”

"I don't smoke too much, you know that," he said, hopping up to sit on one of the few tables left in the cafe and watching Marcus carefully. Rabastan only smoked after sex, really, and something about Marcus's posture and the fact that they weren't making out yet told him that he might have to do a little convincing if he wanted to get to that point tonight. "Might as well pass them on to you if I find any."

Marcus's concern for his roommate would have been adorable if it wasn't mildly annoying. "Don't worry, I'll be quiet. No waking the boyfriend, I know." Rabastan grinned to take the edge off the words, well aware that for some weird reason Marcus wasn't actually sleeping with Fabian. 

When a knock downstairs jolted him awake, Marcus’s chest immediately seized. Worst case scenarios flipped through his mind like images in a toy View-Master in the span of a second before he shook himself out of it. Not everything that woke him up in the middle of the night had to be dire.

He rolled over, away from Fabian where he somehow always wound up curled and tried to shake his sleepy mind awake. Maybe it was someone coming back from Blackburn, wanting a cup of tea. Or maybe the wards had been weakened and they needed more people— 

Despite his rationalization, his pulse fluttered and skittered as he descended the stairs and it wasn’t until he opened the door and saw Rabastan that his heart retreated from where it had jumped to his throat.

"I'm hurt. Here I am, coming back from a dangerous trip outdoors to bring you more cigarettes and booze, and the first thing I get to hear is that. Ouch, McKinnon. Ouch." He threw a pack of cigarettes towards Marcus's head, glad that he'd remembered to shove them in his pocket as a flimsy excuse for why he'd come by. 

It’s not like I’m falling in love,

not you | a mix for marcus and anyone but fabian a totally serious companion to this mix!!!! 

Song of the Day: Glory and Gore by Lorde