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Island Getaway

                They've fumbled around in the dark before, and they've rubbed together a bit in the light, but his shirt's always been on. He panics when, as the sun shines down on the two of them, sitting on the beach, Arthur suggests he take his shirt off. He stammers something inconsequential and pushes to his feet, shuffling awkwardly back toward the cabin in his bare feet.

                Arthur comes in a while later, sweaty, a bit smelly because of it, but looking charming as ever, holding out Severus's shoes. "Never knew you liked baring your feet so much. They are rather nice, though," he says with a smile, looking down at them. Severus hides one behind the other.

                "Yeah, well . . . ."

                "Look, Severus, if you're not having fun, we can go back home. Vacations are for having fun and relaxing. I'll be in the shower," he says after balling up the sweat-soaked shirt he'd removed from himself earlier.

                "Did you perform a Sunshield Spell?" Severus can't help but call after him.

                Arthur comes back out of the bathroom, ears a bit redder than the rest of him. "Er . . . no."

                "When you burn, I'm not going to help you."

                "Yes, yes, I know," said Arthur with a sigh. "Well, are you sure you don't want to . . . never mind," he says, slinking back into the bathroom.

But, of course, what Severus says is a lie. Severus doesn't join him in sitting outside the next morning, preferring to read inside, but he does notice his word still hasn't been heeded, lip curling at the sight. "You're so predictable."

"It's what you love about me," says Arthur, moving slowly and awkwardly. "You didn't by any chance—"

"Yes, I did," says Severus, moving into his room to locate the salve. "One of us, after all," he calls from the room, stepping out of it, "has to be prepared. Stand up," he says more gently, carefully applying the salve. "People with ginger hair would do well to stay out of the sun," says Severus crossly. His movements are gentle, though, and soon he has Arthur nearly good as new.

"Thank you," says Arthur gratefully, pressing a kiss to Severus's cheek.

"You're welcome, Arthur," says Severus, running a hand through Arthur's hair. "I like your ginger hair. Just keep this skin of yours protected."

"Come out with me next time and remind me, then," says Arthur, tucking some of the strands of Severus's own hair behind an ear.

"Maybe," mutters Severus.

"Is this stuff toxic?" says Arthur, taking the bottle from Severus's hand. "I-I mean, it could serve a dual purpose, right?" He eyes the contents of the bottle.

Catching on immediately, Severus pauses to form an answer. It would be so easy to accept the offer, it really would, but for the hell of a trick he still has up his sleeve. "Too dangerous," he says after a moment.

"Well, uh, that's okay," says Arthur, ears reddening again.

It's not as if they can't cast Lubrication Spells, because they can, but they both know talking about the salve like that's a simplified way of broaching the subject of sex.

"Why don't you want to be with me anymore?" says Arthur softly, and the broken undertone of it makes Severus's breath catch.

"No, no, it's not that," Severus says quickly. He ignores the careful response of "what is it, then?" in favor of kneeling down in front of Arthur, glaring up at him. "Quiet yourself, please, Arthur. Thank you." He tugs the swimming trunks down and nuzzles at the slowly hardening prick.

When Arthur comes, Severus carefully pulls the trunks back up, wrapping his arms around Arthur to kiss him. Then he goes to bed without coming, praying that his display will hold Arthur at bay for a while.

"No, not now."

"When, then? We made this vacation for exactly this reason, remember?"

"Of course I remember!" insists Severus. It had, really, been his idea, more or less. "I think I'm coming down with something, though," he lies smoothly. Arthur sighs.

But Severus is not the only one resolved to have his way. Arthur realizes he's just going to have to seduce him, that's all, and quickly too, if they're ever going to go through with it all.

"Have you seen the towels, love?" he asks after his next shower, making his way into Severus's bedroom. Severus squawks and covers his eyes with a hand delicately.

"Oh, Severus, honestly," says Arthur, gently prying the hand away from his lover's face. "There, that's better. Now, as you can see, I'm clearly naked—"

Severus, staring at him now, licking absently at his lips, forces his gaze back to Arthur's face. "I'll bet you a sickle they're right in the bathroom, and you're just brazenly showing yourself off, like a shameless Gryffindor."

Well, thinks Arthur as he laughs, confesses, and makes his rather lonesome exit, that plan has failed. But maybe he could try again in a few hours.

"What is it now?" says Severus, but he merely seems amused at the moment, in much better spirits than before.

"I couldn't help but notice, Severus, you've just come out of the shower and haven't put anything on your feet." Now it's his turn to salivate.

"Get off on these things?" says Severus amusedly, lifting a leg to show off his foot. He closes his book gently, setting it aside. "Well, I see no harm."

Arthur grins, hopping up on the bed. Grasping a delicate ankle, he leans in toward Severus's foot for a taste, and moans.

"God, you're disgusting," sighs Severus, flexing his foot gently.

Arthur nuzzles the foot, "And you're beautiful," he says breathlessly. He's the only one who can almost make Severus believe it too—in fact, at times, he often succeeds.

Severus snorts, but watches with pleased amusement as the other boy revels in the task. The tongue sweeps out, laving a path across the top of his foot, and now it's his turn to moan.

"See, s'not as bad as all that," coaxes Arthur, and Severus leans back even more, pushing his foot toward Arthur. Arthur smiles, and it's the smile more than anything, really, that starts to get Severus's blood pounding to strategic places.

"Depraved. Animal." Severus murmurs these things, all while tracing a hand along his stomach where his shirt's lifted up.

"Cocktease," Arthur murmurs back coyly before taking Severus's first toe into his mouth and nipping at it gently, sucking.

"Oh!" says Severus, and as he lets his head fall back, it cracks audibly against the headboard.

"Whoops!" says Arthur sheepishly. He pulls Severus further down so he's completely on his back, first kissing the back of his head to make it all better, for which he receives an eye roll. "Let's try this again, shall we?" he says, grasping the thin, white ankle again. His tongue ravishes the slight jut of the bone on the outside, the dip on the inside, and Severus is quaking by the time he licks at the sole, unrelenting swipes of the tongue that have Severus's loin on fire and supply him with the odd task of fighting down giggles at the ticklishness of it all.

He licks between each toe forcefully, and at this point Severus finally unbuttons his trousers, letting his cock flop out wantonly as he gives it a stroke.

"Perfect," Arthur hisses against the bottom of the foot, and Severus does let out a forced-sounding giggle at the sensation. It's then Severus realizes that, while one of Arthur's hands is on his ankle, maneuvering his foot to the other boy's liking, the other hand is occupied with Arthur's prick. He lets out a moan after holding back the entire time.

Arthur nips at his heel in a particularly decadent way and he's coming in a flood all over himself and his shirt.

"Here, let me help you get that," says Arthur languorously, having just spent as well, reaching up to get at the buttons of Severus's shirt. Severus pushes him away abruptly.

Arthur frowns in confusion, trying not to appear too hurt.

"I . . . um . . . this was great, but I'll get it myself, thanks. See you tomorrow morning," Severus says, sitting up, waiting for a goodnight kiss. Arthur doesn't disappoint, and it would be a kiss that led to much more if they didn't feel so strung out or if Severus weren't so covered in cum—though, Arthur likes the way it looks. Makes a great accessory for anything in Severus's wardrobe, really, or just for Severus alone.

It's about then, as he's heading to bed, that he realizes what's going on with Severus.

The next morning he coaxes Severus to come out to the beach with him, early, before it gets too hot, and by the time they come inside he offers Severus the first shower. It's only considerate, after all, right?

Wrong. While Severus is still under the spray, vulnerable and naked, Arthur spells the lock open and slips into the room carefully. It takes a moment for Severus to see him through the glass, and he's not deterred at all, opening the sliding door and standing in it, naked, as drops of water jump from the humid environment of the shower onto his face and torso.

"Was there something you wanted?" says Severus after a moment. He had subtly shifted away before Arthur even got close, and Arthur still can't see what he knows must be there on his Severus's flesh. Severus is acting calm and cool, but it's just an act, and Arthur can see the hint of fear in the eyes. Fear of him or fear of rejection, it doesn't matter. He pushes inside the shower, staring down at Severus. "Oh, is that all?" says Severus derisively. "Predictable, Arthur, very predictable."

"Oh yeah?" says Arthur, and without further prompting he pins Severus against the wall. His knee forces Severus's legs to part, his torso comes forward to trap Severus there, and shocked, dark, so, so dark eyes meet his.

They stand there like that for what feels like an eternity until Arthur leans away, still effectively trapping him with the silent threat that he's more physically powerful than Severus. Another year or so is spent in a clash of determined sets of eyes, until Arthur moves again.

Severus's left arm is grasped at the wrist and Arthur pulls it to himself, looking down at it.

"Oh God," breathes Severus, letting all his air out at once as he stares down at it too. Surrounded by the white of the shower, the light shade of their skin, the brightness of Arthur's hair, it looks unaffordably black and evil.

Arthur looks at it, entranced, for another moment, and then he lifts the arm again by that same wrist, squeezing hard so he can feel the quickening pulse of Severus's body as he, Arthur Weasley, becomes, for once, unpredictable.

He smashes the mark against Severus's lips, nearly putting one of Severus's eyes out with his own hand. "Kiss it," taunts Arthur. "Kiss it like you kiss his robes."

A sob bursts from Severus's lips and then he does so, and all of a sudden he feels free and cool and important and Arthur's back to innocent, sweet Arthur, and he blinks tears from his eyes trying to figure out how that could be, after such a display.

Arthur sighs, taking in Severus's distress. "Shh," he says, and he leans in, licking gently at an ear, the jaw, the pale throat.

"I'm so ashamed," murmurs Severus, and he really, truly is. He lets himself collapse back against the wall, for he knows Arthur has him and won't let him fall.

"You should be," says Arthur softly, leaning in to press a kiss right on his lips. "You should be." He waits for Severus to calm down some and then, taking his hand, adds, "Now, come into the bedroom and have your way with your Arthur, won't you? Let's not let this vacation be a waste."

Severus follows him absently, hearing the water turn off but not knowing how, not caring, glancing around at the unfamiliar room, the one of the two bedrooms that he hadn't yet been in. He can't help but think about how ridiculous such a statement is. How could the vacation be any less of a waste? He'd found acceptance.