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Owl to Ofdensen [+closed RP: Nathan/Charles]

((As a bit of a setup for some future Dethklok prank-warring... and hey, Nate misses Charles. :p

Now has NSFW content.))

(The parchment is covered with bloody fingerprints. And is of course transcribed via Dicta-quill.)

Charles—

There's uh, my bed. It's covered in blood. Or something else red. And sticky. I mean I found it this way, I was passed out drunk in the common room for a while... like I do. My bed, god, it's completely saturated. I sat on it and this huge puddle of blood seeped out onto the floor, so now my floor's all bloody too. It's really brutal, but I can't sleep in this shit. And it kinda smells like dead troll in here. ~~And it's making me weirdly hungry.~~

Your bed. You know. Isn't as big as mine, but it's all right. I mean it's a NICE bed, a really nice bed. Uh...

Can I borrow it? To sleep in. With you. In your bed. If you're busy with your class thing, that's cool. I can sleep through noise. I won't bug you, I promise. ~~Unless you look like you could use some bugging.~~

Nathan

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"You're always working," Nathan pointed out, and there was just the hint of a pout in his voice. Generally he was okay with it, since he'd known that about Charles coming into the relationship, but sometimes... Well. He was irritated that he couldn't really pull the 'I'm more important than your work' bullshit, since Dethklok was Charles' work.

He laughed at the centaur comment. "Maybe. I don't know, they might be too afraid Smaug'll eat them if they do. They seem like weird horse hippies anyway."

"I try to have fun, but...well, it's in my nature to be a workaholic." He smiled lopsidedly at Nathan. "Sorry?"

He couldn't help laughing at Nathan's comment about Smaug. "Of course. What I wouldn't give to have him come along to contract negotiations."

"At least you're not working right now." He paused with a frown, quickly glancing around the table as though making sure no paperwork had sneaked onto it when he wasn't looking.

"If Smaug could fit through that doorway thing, bet he would be willing to help." He glanced down and picked at his steak with a thoughtful expression, and after a moment he started to grin. "...How hard do you think it'd be to convince our friend Cornickelson to take a little trip with us?"

"After our last...negotiation with him. Either he'd be too scared to come out of his office or he'd be falling over his feet to obey." Ofdensen smirked. "Fans would probably love him."

As much as Nathan would enjoy seeing Damien eaten alive by a dragon... "After all the shit he's pulled, a quick death's too good for that douchebag anyway."

Damien's douchebaggery was also of the entirely predictable kind, which was more than they could say about any of the other idiots at the label who they'd be forced to deal with instead, if Damien 'mysteriously disappeared'.

Nathan was absently stabbing at his steak a little more violently than before as he fell into one of his brooding silences. It wasn't Damien who occupied his thoughts now. Maybe time hadn't quite healed all wounds that had been caused during those horrible nine months.

"Now that terrorist group. They can have a swift death via dragon mouth." Ofdensen was still bitter about the attack on Mordhaus, and he began chewing his steak with more vigor.

"I can agree with that."

After a bit more of picking at his mostly-eaten steak, Nathan pushed his plate back and finished off his beer, watching Ofdensen all the while. He seemed to be steeling himself to say something important, but apparently lost his nerve before he could.

"So, uh... where's your shower? You got extra towels and stuff or do I need to call a house-elf?"

"Yeah, you'll need to call one. I'm not used to having guests in my shower," he added teasingly, finishing his brandy.

"Better not be," Nathan replied in the same tone, though his narrow-eyed look was more serious. His possessiveness wasn't exactly a secret. He summoned another house-elf and requested some extra towels and other amenities, including his toothbrush from his own bathroom and the shampoo and condition that he liked, since he had no idea what Charles might or might not have.

...On that thought, he leant close to the house-elf and mumbled a request for a bottle of lube, too. You know. Just in case it was needed for anything.

Ofdensen didn't even know house elves could blush like that.

He at least kept a poker face until the house elf vanished before bursting out into laughter. "Did you see the elf's face?"

Nathan grunted and started laughing too. "Like it hasn't seen people fucking all through the hallways and Great Hall before. Used to see that shit a lot around here..." He just assumed it had stopped, since he wasn't aware of the privacy charm in effect. As he trailed off he raised an eyebrow, clearly contemplating how likely it was for Charles to ever let himself be jumped in the Great Hall.

Maybe they'd have to investigate the merits of table sex later.

"Heard whispers about a charm going down to shield young eyes from things they aren't old enough to see." Ofdensen shrugged. "Those are the rumors I hear from the house elves, anyway."

"So if we... Nobody'd even see? Huh." Obviously just an encouragement, for Nathan.

Two house-elves returned, one went about clearing the table and then the other set a basket of the requested bath items on it, the bottle of lube tucked inconspicuously beneath the stack of towels. The elves promptly disappeared, really not wanting to inadvertently witness... anything.

Nathan took the basket and got up. "Shower time?"

"Don't get it in your head that I'll indulge in public sex though. Too conspicuous." Granted, if Nathan surprised him and touched him in just the right way, he might change his mind, but...

Ofdensen took off his tie, hanging the loop on the chair. "Yes, lets."

"You say that now," Nathan said teasingly. Public sex didn't actually even rank in the top ten list of things that he wanted to do with Charles, but it did seem like a good way to keep things interesting. Maybe he'd try his luck on a slow afternoon one day...

He made a point of following behind Charles, just to be able to grab his ass along the way.

He jumped when Nathan grabbed his ass, he hadn't been expecting that. He had also rolled his eyes when Nathan said that, of course Nathan would want to do it. Ofdensen was reluctant to do it, therefore it was much more fun.

"Then at least don't jump me in the library. That is too cliche."

"But it'd be fun to see you trying to keep quiet." So he'd do his damnedest to have Ofdensen making all manner of embarrassing sounds, of course. He grinned. "And pretty hot. Knocking stacks of books to the floor, spilling your ink all over..."

Ofdensen shut his eyes, daydreaming slightly. Well, when Nathan put it like that, it didn't sound so bad. But then his need for organization overrode his daydreaming, and he mentally cleaned up the ink and stacked the books.

"The librarian wouldn't appreciate it," he said, even as he was taking off his suit jacket.

Oh Ofdensen. A consummate neatfreak even in his fantasies.

"Knowing Hogwarts, the librarian would be trying to watch and beating off." Little did Nathan know, the librarian was in fact a literal angel. Archangel. Who would sadly not appreciate fucking in his library.

After setting the basket on the lid of the toilet Nathan began to undress, tugging his crusty shirt off first, then kneeling to get his boots and socks. Since he was down there anyway... He reached out and pulled Charles closer by the waistband of his pants, starting to undo them while glancing up at him with a sly expression. Rather, he was aiming for sly, but it came off as more playful.

"For shame, Nathan," he said teasingly. "I haven't even started the water yet." Didn't stop him from running a hand through Nathan's hair.

"In a minute." Pants undone, he pushed them and Charles' underclothes down simultaneously, baring his skin. Lifting the hanging dress shirt aside, Nathan nuzzled Charles' abdomen and used his tongue to trace the crease of his hip, following it downward.

Ofdensen's eyes narrowed to slits that would make cats jealous. The hand that had been in Nathan's hair moved down so he could caress Nathan's cheek, while the other tried to unbutton his shirt. Yes, with just one hand.

Nathan leant into the touch like some manner of attention starved creature and responded in kind, sliding his free hand up Charles' inner thigh. He tilted his head and let his lips just brush along the shaft of Charles' cock, the contact deliberately too light to really be satisfying. Now that they were finally alone and mostly naked, Nathan intended to have some fun drawing out his teasing.

Ofdensen growled, frustrated at the feather-light touches, as he finally got his shirt unbuttoned and took it off.

That growl, he definitely liked—it went straight to his dick, and if he hadn't already been getting hard just thinking about what he wanted to do with Charles, that would've been enough on its own. Kinda weird to like the sounds someone made so much, but kinda cool, too.

"More?" he teased, moving his hands to grip Charles' hips as he licked, almost delicately, the head of his cock.

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