Alwyn

[0_0_7]

Bond was doing a security sweep of the school before calling it a night. The halls were mostly dark and he held his wand out, the tip aglow. He scolded students as he found them but sent them on their way.

Until he spotted Alwyn coming closer. Bond narrowed his eyes. This one was definitely more dangerous of the two, and Bond couldn't resist the draw of danger.

"To bed soon, Mr. Davies," he said when he got close.

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[0_0_7]

The perfume in the air was heady and although Bond knew that messing about with the fae was dangerous, the urge to have him was too much.

"I didn't ask if it was on offer," he said, waving a spell at Alwyn that pushed him against the wall and held him there.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn struggled, then sneered, his magic again mimicking Bond's own, trapping them in a standoff.

"Release me," he demanded.

[0_0_7]

"Quid pro quo, Mr Davies. Come with me," was his simple command. He didn't let him go just yet.

It had been some time since anyone he'd chosen had challenged him. That simply excited him more.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn glared, then exhaled through his nose.

"Fine."

[0_0_7]

Bond let the spell fall. Be motioned for Alwyn to follow, far to caught up with selfish, obscene daydreams of what he was going to do to think of other commitments to other people in his life.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn still looked tense and unhappy, but he silently followed, curious enough to not think about how stupid he was being.

[0_0_7]

Bond took him directly to his rooms and opened the door. He stepped in, then turned to look at him.

"Please. Come in," he invited tightly.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn glanced around, then took a step inside.

This was a dreadful idea. He shouldn't be here.

[0_0_7]

Bond closed the door and looked at Alwyn.

"Take off your shoes," he said, nodding to the small rack meant for shoes near the door.

[sweet_alwyn]

"Why?" Alwyn asked, though he toed them off anyway, not bothering to put them on the rack.

[0_0_7]

"Because this is my home, and I assume you've been taught some sort of manners," he replied, slipping off his own.

[sweet_alwyn]

"I never wore shoes back home," was all Alwyn said to that.

[0_0_7]

"Then this will feel familiar," Bond said, circling closer and closer.

[sweet_alwyn]

"Unlikely," Alwyn replied simply and bluntly. "Why have you asked me here? What is it you want."

[0_0_7]

Bond waved his hand vaguely before him and Alwyn's clothes began to tug and pull themselves off of him.

"I'm going to hurt you," he said. "Were you confused?"

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn fought to keep his clothes on.

"Why on earth would I allow that?" he asked.

[0_0_7]

"Oh. That's easy," he said.

Bond paused.

Then he reached out and took his hand, sending pain and pleasure coursing into him.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn jerked his hand away, unsettled by the man's power. It may have felt good, but it tasted wrong.

"You've wandered down a bad path, Wizard."

[0_0_7]

"Have I? Really?" Bond asked doubtfully. He stepped back one step.

"The door is right there. You're not a prisoner."

[sweet_alwyn]

"Darkness clings to you, yet you seek the light. Light from me, from my brother," Alwyn replied, ignoring the suggestion he leave. He wanted to learn more first. Needed to understand.

[0_0_7]

The light he craved was, he realized, not the nymphs. He'd take it, but where is heart lay was with Q. He knew Harry too well to look for light there. But Q...

Q.

Bond snorted derisively.

"You sound like a fortune cookie."

[sweet_alwyn]

"I don't know what that is, but I know what I say is true," Alwyn shrugged, moving closer and sniffing James curiously.

[0_0_7]

"I don't know what kind of light you think you and your brother have, but whatever it is? You think too highly of it," he said.

"I do like it when your brother breaks, thpugh..."

[sweet_alwyn]

"You'd do well to leave my brother alone," Alwyn warned mildly. "It would be just awful if word got out that you were spending so much time with him. What would your lover think? ...Oh, sorry, I mean the Headmaster. Same difference really though, isn't it?"

[0_0_7]

What would Harry think? asked a small voice in his head. You know it's wrong, James. Harry would be furious. Q would be hurt.

And yet Bond reached out and touched him to send another jolt through him.

"Be careful who you threaten," he cautioned.