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Title: Expiation
Author: Jain
Pairing: Charlie/Percy
Rating: G
Summary: Percy's only doing what needs done.
Inspired by Week of Weasleycest.
"You stupid git," Charlie said disgustedly, stepping through the office door without knocking.
"I beg your pardon." Percy straightened up in his seat behind the overflowing desk. The hand that had been rubbing his forehead dropped hastily into his lap.
Charlie gestured at the desk, the close walls, the spectacular lack of view from the non-existent windows. "Is this...this...really worth turning your back on your own family?"
"I don't expect you to understand," Percy said stiffly.
"Well, good. 'Cause I don't."
"That hardly matters to me in the slightest."
Two quick strides across the room, and Charlie was leaning over the desk, glaring fiercely. "You--" Percy flinched back, and the fury faded abruptly from Charlie's face. "Oh, forget it." He turned away as suddenly as he'd descended. "I shouldn't have been surprised. You never really were like the rest of us."
The door closed ungently behind him.
Percy breathed shakily at his desk, heart pounding, the scent of Charlie's sweat still filling his lungs. If he closed his eyes, he could see the angry, passionate lines of Charlie's strong body as he leaned over him... Percy shuddered. Not like the rest of the family, indeed, though thank heaven they never realized how different...how wrong...he was. He pulled the nearest stack of papers closer with trembling hands and reimmersed himself in his work.
Author: Jain
Pairing: Charlie/Percy
Rating: G
Summary: Percy's only doing what needs done.
Inspired by Week of Weasleycest.
"You stupid git," Charlie said disgustedly, stepping through the office door without knocking.
"I beg your pardon." Percy straightened up in his seat behind the overflowing desk. The hand that had been rubbing his forehead dropped hastily into his lap.
Charlie gestured at the desk, the close walls, the spectacular lack of view from the non-existent windows. "Is this...this...really worth turning your back on your own family?"
"I don't expect you to understand," Percy said stiffly.
"Well, good. 'Cause I don't."
"That hardly matters to me in the slightest."
Two quick strides across the room, and Charlie was leaning over the desk, glaring fiercely. "You--" Percy flinched back, and the fury faded abruptly from Charlie's face. "Oh, forget it." He turned away as suddenly as he'd descended. "I shouldn't have been surprised. You never really were like the rest of us."
The door closed ungently behind him.
Percy breathed shakily at his desk, heart pounding, the scent of Charlie's sweat still filling his lungs. If he closed his eyes, he could see the angry, passionate lines of Charlie's strong body as he leaned over him... Percy shuddered. Not like the rest of the family, indeed, though thank heaven they never realized how different...how wrong...he was. He pulled the nearest stack of papers closer with trembling hands and reimmersed himself in his work.
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