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MALIK ASAD
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 12:54 AM
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"I'll have to practice more, then." At first, it had all been very entertaining. Malik had spent his summer alone, with the exception of the gamekeeper and caretaker, and aside from his brief trip to London and visits with friends, had not had much interaction with anyone of consequence. Maison was odd, to be sure, but he was also clever and witty and relatively friendly.

But slowly, as he stood and began to speak, the easy smile on Malik's face started to wither away, replaced by anxious tension. The feeling of Maison's fingers sliding between his own as he rose shocked Malik, though he found the gesture comforting and warm, and for a moment he wasn't sure if his hand had relaxed in response or curled wantonly around Maison's in return. He swallowed hard, the sharp angle of his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat as the cords of his neck pulled taut and Malik worked his jaw, eyes trained expectantly on the man's face. The explanation for the lines fell on inattentive ears, Maison's voice fading in and out while his fingers lit the nerves in Malik's palm one at a time with agonizing slowness. When the man graced his wrist, Malik's heart fluttered wildly, and he realized, suddenly, that his hand was shaking.

Trying to smile and shatter the tension, Malik cleared his throat again and fidgeted with his free hand, wringing the hem of his shirt nervously with his other arm still outstretched and laying practically in Maison's lap. This was no longer entertaining. In fact the shift in tone had happened hard enough to put Malik on alert, and had he been able to break away from Maison's gaze, he might have already found a way out of there. Instead, he wet his lips, trying not to breathe too hard.

"You already have my hand," he offered by way of a joke, if not for the nervous laughter that followed. Malik shrugged, thumb pressing briefly into one of Maison's fingers. "I guess I'm at your mercy, hmm? Do whatever you want."

A dangerous suggestion. It's a rouse, Malik thought, trying to calm his nerves. Maison was simply strange and playing up to his reputation, nothing more. Even if his gut told him otherwise.

Part of him, though, liked to push.

"I think," Malik murmured, keeping his voice low so that Maison would have to lean in to hear him properly, "I used the word 'beautiful', not 'handsome'."

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MAISON CHOI
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 01:20 AM
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Maison could feel the tension in the room rise as he traced the lines on Malik’s hand, and with a small smile he realized that the hand in his was slightly shaking. It had been awhile, since he’d been able to have such an effect on somebody. Usually his more intimate interactions with others were hurried and quick, usually aided by some sort of alcohol as he traveled. And that was certainly what this was, and was becoming more so by the second, at least in his mind - intimate.

He smiled softly as Malik cleared his throat, fidgeted with his shirt and chuckled nervously. But he hadn’t pulled away. There were both getting old to still be single, and although his interactions with the other man had been limited mostly to being sat next to each other at meals occasionally or staff meetings once a month, passing words in the hallways, he hadn’t ever seen or heard of Malik seeing anybody. That coupled with the cards earlier, the way he had seen Malik looking at him earlier, and the way the other professor’s hand was shaking in his own pretty much confirmed his suspicions.

He hadn’t pulled his hand away yet. Maison found himself distracted as Malik wet his lips and felt his own breathing kick up a small bit, his eyebrows raising lazily at the statement of i’m at your mercy, do whatever you want.” It was dangerous, it was unprofessional, but all Maison could think of was learning forward, climbing into his lap and kissing him.

Malik spoke again, and Maison let his eyes finally travel up from the other man’s mouth to his eyes, leaning forward slightly as he spoke softly. Maison drew his fingers over his palm again, absently pushing his thumb over the love line that curled around under his thumb, and he pushed his finger down lightly.

“I prefer handsome, if I’m being candid.” Maison said easily, not breaking eye contact as he spoke. He knew that he’d have to be careful, Malik seemed so flightly, the way he schooled his expressions into neutral instead of letting himself experience what he wanted to, the way he seemed to jump in surprise earlier, the way his hand was shaking now. He wondered if Malik had ever… well.

Carefully, Maison raised his free hand, reaching out to smooth down the front of Malik’s shirt before pushing it up to wrap around the side of his neck lightly. He waited a few seconds, watching Malik’s face carefully, giving him an opportunity to push him away, to stand up and leave on the off chance that Maison was completely off the mark here, which he knew he wasn’t. “Whatever I want, hm?” He said softly, his voice barely a murmur, and before waiting for Malik to respond he flexed his fingers on the side of the other mans neck before leaning in. He breathed carefully, inches from Malik’s mouth, before he pressed his thumb down on Malik’s palm and pushed forward, kissing him carefully.

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MALIK ASAD
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 02:34 AM
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Third year, Arriman Scott, the Ravenclaw keeper with whom Malik had double potions in the afternoon. A handsome boy, curious but not entirely bright when it came to lessons. In the back of the library, with his hand up Malik's shirt. First time. Fifth year, Hufflepuff prefect, Jonathan Lee. Prefect's bathroom. Second time. Sixth year, Herbology enthusiast, George Rigby. Third time. Sixth year, Flotsam Gilbert, fifth time. Sixth year . . . eighth time . . .

Eight years ago. Last time.

Inches away from Maison, Malik could still pretend to be ignorant. He could pretend that he hadn't seen him from the window of his classroom on the first day of classes five years ago, discussing omens with a group of fourth years trailing attentively behind him. A gorgeous day, he remembered thinking, perfect for interpreting the clouds -- and what a way to ease the children back into classes. How clever. And at Christmas, the year before, when Maison emerged at the evening feast robed in white and shining gold, how the handful of students left behind over the break had stared and whispered behind their hands, the girls giggling; Malik had taken the seat beside him out of need, and been unable to open his mouth even to breathe a single word, or to take his eyes off Maison's lips each time he spoke. Malik had dreamed about him for days after.

Venturing into the tower had been no mistake, no missed turn or sleepwalk. Each day, alone in the castle, Malik climbed those stairs into the tower, counting them, savoring them, until at last he found himself at the base of the ladder. Each day he stood at its feet, lay his hands on the rungs, and climbed into the empty classroom just to taste the air, lay down on the wooden floor, and stare up into the highest reaches of an untouchable sanctuary that harbored for Malik his conflicted soul -- and Maison's comforting presence.

But even this close, he could still pull back.

Maison's hand brushed his neck and Malik's eyes fluttered closed, fist closing around the man's fingers as they pressed into his palm and his lips parted, a sharp breath snaking in when they finally clashed. It could be a joke, a cruel one. He hesitated, briefly.

"Maison--" Stop. Or don't. Don't stop. Malik lay a hand on the man's chest, tensed to push with one and pull with the other, though he did neither. The hand slid up to Maison's shoulder, cupped the back of his neck, and curled softly in his hair. Tongue grazed the man's lip, pushing back. Wider. Teeth. Heart pounding. Don't stop.

But he had to.

With the taste of him on his tongue, Malik stopped, pulling back just enough to break the kiss and catch his breath. "I shouldn't be here."

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MAISON CHOI
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 02:03 PM
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The hand on his chest, the back of his neck, in his hair, answered every question Maison still had to ask. He couldn’t remember the last time a simple kiss had effected him so much, he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had him trying not to let out soft noises as they kissed him back. He had always been watching Malik, in a vague sort of way. He was handsome, intelligent, and obviously very passionate about what he did. Those were all qualities that Maison couldn’t help but be attracted to. It had been mostly wishful thinking, five years worth of “huh I wonder” every time they made eye contact and Maison offered smiles his way.

Malik whispered his name, and he sounded conflicted, he felt conflicted, and Maison moved his other hand up, both hands wrapping around the sides of his neck and onto his face, keeping him close, and once he felt Malik open up for him, kiss him back with meaning Maison couldn’t help but let out a small gasping sound, pushing forward and into his space. more more more he thought, letting one of his hands fall slowly down from the other man’s neck to his stomach, his palm flattening and pressing forward.

I shouldn’t be here. And that was a lie. Maison frowned, holding eye contact. His thumb moved back and forth slowly on Malik’s neck and he took a small step forward into his space, closing what little distance remained between them. “Nothing’s forcing you, Mal.” His voice was quiet. He couldn’t stand the thought of Malik leaving right now, with so much left unsaid.

The two of swords had shown up in both of their readings that day. carefully consider the position of someone with whom you are negotiating, the texts all said about this card. A successful outcome is possible, but relies upon fairness and reason. An overly emotional approach will not be helpful to you now.

Maison tried to repeat the words in his head, an overly emotional approach would not he helpful. It made sense, Malik was not an emotional person, logic and reason were obviously highly valued, but for the life of him Maison couldn’t manage to string together a coherent sentence regarding the logic behind what they were doing.

Instead, he leaned back in, catching the corner of Malik’s mouth in another kiss. He drug his hand around from his stomach to his side. “You can stay. Stay.”

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MALIK ASAD
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 07:49 PM
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Stay. Malik could, he could stay. Here. With Maison.

Convincing himself otherwise felt futile, the screaming conscience constructed by his guilt rampaging through the corners of his mind like an animal hell-bent on destruction, while the man himself stood blissful and unaware; Malik could barely hear the excuses, the condemnations, the demands to stop this. Stop this. What would his family say? His students? He could lose his job as easily as he'd gotten it, because what self-respecting parent wanted someone like him around students, around children, and then what? How could he explain?

And yet, how could he keep up the image forever? How could he change who he was -- he had tried, studied it like it could be learned, a language spoken that he could not pronounce, choking desperately on the syllables. Malik wanted to feel what Maison felt, safe enough to be open and daring, to kiss someone when he wanted to, not to trap himself in his own skin like the mold of the man he thought he should be. No fight, no guilt. Stop shaking.

Blinking, stunned, Malik leaned into him without urging, slid his fingers along Maison's neck to cup his face and then swept his hair back in a smooth, warm gesture. Malik stretched up on his toes, arms sliding around Maison's shoulders as he pushed back, nose pressed into his cheek, breath lingering on his lips. He could stay.

"Okay." He nodded softly, voice trembling as he tilted his head, pushing Maison back down to sit on the desk, eyes gliding over his face. Lured by it. Trapped in it. Malik kissed him back, starved and hungry, prying his way into Maison as if to breathe life into him -- or suck it out of him -- a pathetic groan slipping between them as he did. Tasting him, feeling him breathe as he pressed close and ran his hands down Maison's sides, up his back.

Malik laughed to keep from sobbing with relief.

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MAISON CHOI
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 10:14 PM
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An overly emotional approach will not be helpful to you now ran through the back of his mind. Maybe it would he helpful to him right now in this exact moment but what would the consequences be for acting so irrationally later down the line? Sure it seemed that Malik would stay for the moment as Malik blinked at him for a few seconds. But.

Maison let his head fall limp as Malik pushed his hair back before pushing into his space again and Maison smiled brightly up at him, letting his worry about the cards completely fall away. Things would be fine. “Okay.” Maison repeated just as quietly, wrapping his arms around Malik’s neck as he pushed him to sit back on the desk. The height imbalance was unanticipated, and rather hilarious in the back of his mind, that he was so much taller than the other man.

He leaned back, his arms tightening as Malik kissed him again, something shifting in the atmosphere and he shivered slightly at the hands roaming over his sides. Malik felt desperate and Maison was quick to respond in the same way, pulling him in as close as he possibly could as he kissed him.

He heard Malik laugh, and something about the way it sounded made him pull back and frown slightly. “Hey. Mal.” Maison pushed his hands up into Malik’s hair, holding him close. “It’s okay. This is okay.” He pressed a hand against Malik’s chest, trying to reassure him while still touching him as much as possible. He reached his legs out and wrapped them around Malik’s, keeping him in close.

“You don’t have to worry, alright?” He tried to convey that Malik could feel safe here, that there wasn’t another shoe about to drop, but mostly he was trying to pull him in as close as possible and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

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MALIK ASAD
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 11:05 PM
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Malik nodded, hearing, comprehending, but not entirely believing Maison's comforting tone, even though he desperately wanted to. Wrapped up and enveloped by him, Malik felt for a moment like he could let it go, like if he relaxed, Maison would not let him fall. The thought was, perhaps, more comforting than any words the man could say.

So he did, pressing light, damp kisses to Maison's throat as he fell lax in his arms, hugging him tightly and tucking his face into the warm crook of his neck. He smelled clean, jasmine clinging to soft skin that Malik couldn't help but taste, briefly, with a lingering kiss. Fingers coiling in Maison's shirt, Malik took a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself, clear his head, and sort the sudden flood of emotion threatening to tear apart his limited composure. Once, a long time ago, Malik had been a little daring, a lot more brave; he had enjoyed his frantic fumblings as a teenager, stolen kisses and hiding from teachers, but not anymore. Somewhere along the way, he had lost his nerve.

Or, perhaps, it had been stolen.

Another deep breath, another sigh. Calm began to settle on him, his pounding heart slowing to a steady thrum until he finally pulled back again to look at Maison's face, taking a second to touch the curve of his cheekbones, thumb tracing his lower lip. "I'm sorry," he whispered, as if they might be overheard by someone down below, but he kept close, bumping Maison's nose affectionately with his own. "It's been -- I haven't --"

He shook his head, rubbing Maison's back thoughtfully, nails following the graceful curve of his spine until Malik's hand flattened at the small of his back. "It's been a long time," he finally admits, offering a smile, "I can't imagine I'm very good at this anymore."

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MAISON CHOI
 Posted: Aug 22 2016, 08:22 PM
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Maison visibly relaxed as he saw and felt Malik relax with his arms still around him. He knew what it felt like, though he had long come to terms with the realities of his sexuality. It was a thing to be kept quiet in most places, in most groups he found himself in. He didn’t bother to keep it to himself with those he cared about, his small collection of friends from Hogwarts and other seers he had met around the world and closer to home. Most of them were unsurprised and unphased by the revelation. Knowing the universe meant knowing that it made little to no mistakes. There were more important things to worry about than who one chose to focus their affections on.

But he knew how heavy it could weigh on a soul. He’d yet to have any conversation with his parents, not knowing if he felt scared or ashamed, not sure if he could separate the feeling with them. He knew that they knew, they knew that he knew. It stayed unspoken and silent, a quiet agreement that they still loved him, but an understanding that it was something they didn’t wish to discuss. Maison could respect that. Besides, he had dated exactly once, and it had been such a whirlwind short term affair that telling his parents or bringing them into that part of his life hadn’t had much time to cross his mind.

Maison tilted his head back, slightly, just enough to give Malik more room, and he tightened his grip on Malik’s shirt, his legs around the other man’s legs, drawing him in closer. He hadn’t been this close to someone in a long time, intimacy or not. He’d never had someone feel so intentional in their movements, so calculated in their breaths, as Malik was.

It was vaguely terrifying.

Maison was used to flying through life, things were meant to be enjoyed, he rarely paused to question himself in matters of lust or love. He could be patient, he thought, or he could learn how to be patient.

He felt his spine arch in response to the fingernails running over it and he hummed, happily, smiling as he pulled Malik back in for a kiss. “Nonsense. I’m told it’s like riding a bike. Plus, I’m not going to pass up on an opportunity to let you learn all over again.”




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MALIK ASAD
 Posted: Aug 28 2016, 07:03 PM
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Deliberate. The word his mother used to describe him when he had come home for her birthday after a year in Eastern Europe, dark as dark could be on the radar. Malik had not always been so quietly calculating, simply a smart boy with a large ambition and an even larger sense of moral duty to his family, but that had never stood in his way when it came to enjoying life. He'd had friends. He'd dated, had sex. More than once, even. Malik had fun, as hard as it might have been to believe.

Until suddenly, he didn't. Deliberate, Sameera called him, as he walked into her kitchen and sat down at the table with a soft smile and vacant black eyes, calmly greeting her with a kiss on her cheek. Malik often analyzed every move, every word given and received, because all things came into this world endowed with meaning. Life. And death.

With most, that meaning came subconsciously, and Maison seemed a prime example. Not thinking about the way his breath felt, warm and encouraging on Malik's wet lips, or how close they really were -- instead of how close he wanted to be. Maison wasn't tearing apart his behavior brick by brick, gauging his own patterns, deliberating carefully about the ideal outcome and how best to achieve it.

Maison Mun was not hunting.

Unfortunately for Malik, a lust response meant delving too deep and too near more basic and familiar instincts, well honed and refined like the sharp edge of a sharp knife. He liked to hunt and he was good at it, good at catching the things he hunted, and more than that, good at catching people. But Hogwarts was not Siberia or the Ukraine or Romania, and Maison was not a creature to be baited and waited out -- given what he wanted just so. . . Just so Malik could have something in return.

You are cruel. Corrupt. Wicked.

Morality had many fine lines. Sexuality could be controlled, but not chosen. Desire reigned in and extinguished. Innocent people protected from terrible ones. Professor Moon preserved in his gentle, floaty state, his hunt quashed by rain. What might happen if they continued, if his legs tightened on Malik's hips, if Malik pushed him down on the desk, if they lay together? Like the last time?

Terrifying, indeed.

Malik allowed another kiss, little more than a peck, his lips tightening closed as they pressed into Maison's, lingering just long enough to offer him comfort for his efforts, fingers combing through the man's hair until they broke apart and he lowered his eyes. For a long, quiet moment, Malik's smile faded and re-emerged, weaker with each return, until finally he took a deep breath and puffed out his cheeks, gently prying Maison's legs apart so that he could step out of the embrace. Eyes tainted with a soft sadness, Malik offered a brighter smile and ruffled his hair as he slipped away, only taking a few steps back.

"Have you ever tried to ride a bike after a long time?" he huffed in amusement, shaking his head. It wasn't enough to like someone. Or want them. It didn't make him a good person from a bad one. "You want some help putting this stuff up? It'll be dinner soon."

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MAISON CHOI
 Posted: Aug 31 2016, 08:24 PM
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There were a lot of things that were intimidating about Malik, and Maison had to remember the cards he had drawn that day. An emotional response will not do you well, and here he had reacted exactly in the way the cards had warned him not to act. Maison had felt a connection, a vague spark between the two of them, and having a few minutes of kissing feel this intense could only lead to trouble. Maison had a habit of doing this. He loved too much and he loved too fast. His last relationship had only lasted a summer. A summer of meeting and moving in together, of intense emotional love, and then a brief period intense heartbreak with the end of the season.

He hadn’t done that since hadn’t seen anybody more than a few nights in a row after that.

His mother had always warned him, knowing the signs her son was born under, knowing the cards that Maison tended to draw every single time without fail. He’d always tried to be aware of it, but at a certain point he’d realized that there was no point in trying to circumvent the future. He was pulling the same cards for a reason, and there wasn’t anything necessarily bad about that. It was a part of him. Nonetheless, he should have listened better to the warnings in his cards this afternoon, the matching warning in Malik’s.

Despite all of this he had to admit that he was a little surprised when malik stopped returning his kisses, and the guarded look returned to his face as he stepped back. His eyes looked sad, and Maison sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched malik back away from the table and offer to help putting stuff away.

He stared at him for a long moment, not sure of how to respond, not sure if he should point out that Malik clearly wasn’t listening to his own instincts right now, that he was clearly lying to himself. Maison understood the lying, the hiding your sexuality away from the world, but he didn’t understand denying yourself what was in front of you.

“No. I don’t need any help.” he responded lightly, standing from the table and clearing his throat before sitting back in his chair and gathering the tarot cards from the table. “But you can see yourself out.” His voice was sharp and short, a tone that he didn’t entirely mean to take.

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MALIK ASAD
 Posted: Sep 10 2016, 01:48 PM
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Malik looked briefly as though he'd been slapped in the face.

While the reaction was understandable, the sharpness of it caught him off guard momentarily as he stepped back toward the ladder on reflex, ready to comply at the request. Yes, of course he would leave, if Maison wanted him to. Swallow his surprise, lay down arms and retreat.A willingness not out of a mired self-flagellation, but a bleak, perceived reality of his situation.

Malik had been shallow.

Maison was handsome, mysterious, intriguing on his surface for someone like Malik, who enjoyed a steady diet of puzzles and answering questions. Beyond that romantic image, he was clearly a young man as all young men were -- prone to immediate physical intimacy and the desire for sudden gratification. The introduction of a reluctant challenge had sent him retreating back behind his cards. Shallow, as a young man dealing with other young men, generally resulted in short, if passionate, relationships haphazardly structured around sex that could only be as good or last as long as the sex did. Shallow, as an older man with little time to waste on fruitless, if temporarily comforting endeavors, came with the necessity of self control.

Of which, he likely had more than his fair share.

Pausing at the top of the ladder, Malik frowned. He wanted to be angry about this realization, or disappointed by his own lack of better judgment in the matter, to have a rational feeling based on rationalizations whether founded or not. Instead, he bristled with irritation at the idea that he'd so pathetically romanticized a man who was in fact just a man, with all the faults and flaws that accompanied that crude territory.

"Is this what you do, then? When you don't get exactly what you want?" Malik asked,with all the expectant inflection of a chiding professor, turning at the door to regard Maison with an unimpressed scowl, arms folding across his chest. "You throw a fit and toss people out? Or are you more of a pouter?"

Mockingly, Malik sticks out his lower lip, looking sad. "Is this your plan? How's it working out?"

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