WHO: The Carrow siblings
WHAT: Amycus escapes Hogwarts for home, only to find someone he wasn't quite expecting to see.
WHEN: May '78
WHERE: The Carrow home
RATING: Hard R
NOTE: Amycus → Liv
It was the early hours of the morning when Amycus finally arrived 'home'. After everything that had happened with Vivica that day, he'd needed to get out. Hogwarts had suddenly felt suffocating, and he hadn't even hesitated in grabbing a small backpack and making his way out of the castle once the coast was clear. He'd Apparated once reaching Hogsmeade but in his frame of mind, his aim had been off by a couple of kilometres. Amycus didn't mind the walk, though. It gave him time to get his head together.
From the letters he had recieved from his mother during the last school week, he gathered that she had gone to visit his aunt for a couple of days. Provided Alecto was in London, he would have the house to himself to storm around and slam doors until the next day...or maybe the day after that. Who said he had to go back, ever?
Amycus tripped over the top step of his mother's house and cursed loudly, fumbling around in his pocket for his wand and unlocking the door. He sighed with relief and said something along the lines of, "Home sweet home!" in a sarcastic drawl, shutting the door behind him and switching on the light. He proceeded towards the kitchen. A man needed a feed at a time like this.
House sitting was dumb, Alecto had concluded. There was nothing to do and without anyone to watch the shop, she was losing money and if you were house-sitting, who in the world was supposed to sit your house? Provided, she had a meager apartment above the apothecary rather than an actual house and it was kind of nice to have a fridge full of food and a full sized bed and to be home... but without her mother around, the quiet was boring. She had nothing to do--Merlin, she'd even gone to bed at nine. What 19-year-old did that?
Whatever, it wasn't like she slept long anyway. Around ten fifteen, Alecto was abruptly thrown out of her peaceful state by the sound of a door slamming downstairs. She sat up and looked blearily around the room for a moment as she tried to regain her bearings, her hand fumbling for her wand on the bedside table. Ugh, it just figured that some bloody idiot would try to break into her mother's house when she was there... well, but then again, better her to deal with it than her mother.
Sighing, going through her mini book of curses in her mind and trying to figure which would be the nastiest she could throw at whoever it was, she got out of bed and padded very quietly down the stairs, pushing herself up against a wall as she saw the light in the kitchen.
...what the hell kind of burgular went for the food?
Carefully, Alecto peeked around the wall and--ah, fuck. It just figured. "Amycus Carrow, what the fuck are you doing here?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and stepping into the kitchen.
Amycus whirled around, his mouth full of some delicious pastry he'd found on the top shelf in the refridgerator. "AMESHCO?" He spluttered through his mouthful of food, spraying crumbs everywhere. He chewed intently and then swallowed, blinking at her. Things really weren't going according to his grand plan tonight, were they? There, standing right in front of him, was the girl he'd been trying to avoid for months. He'd been pretty successful until now.
And now, Alecto stood no more than five metres away. In her sodding pyjamas. He swallowed hard. "Alecto - I, well, you see...I...hate school. Needed to come home. Uh, I'll go back, don't worry about me, sorry to disturb, I'll get out of your hair." Amycus sheepishly went to collect his backpack from the table, where he'd dumped it. This was definitely not good.
Right, at any other point she might have been amused by how she had completely taken her brother by surprise... and she had been ready to be, except for that she couldn't because she was too damn mad at him for avoiding her--and now he was trying to avoid her further because since when had he been skittish and sheepish and weird like that around her? And sure everyone hated Hogwarts at some point, but what was he doing just coming home without a word and--
--something was up. Alecto was determined to find out what. Amycus didn't just get to hide things from her. Flicking her wand lazily, she threw the bag out of his hands and off somewhere into the living room. "You didn't answer my question," she stated, her tone unforgiving.
"Don't make this hard, Alecto. Let me go." Amycus snapped at her, his eye twitching very slightly as his bag flew across the room and then out of sight. He'd gotten over his original embarrassment and panic, and the sheepish tone was gone. And he actually appeared to be thinking about what he was saying - before he said it.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he continued casually, "I've just had a bad day, that's all. Just wanted to come home, eat some food, maybe go for a walk...then go back to school. Just a bad day."
"Right. And I suppose that's why you brought an overnight bag, yeah?" she asked rhetorically, arching an eyebrow. Alecto pursed her lips for a full moment before stepping into the kitchen, the tile cold under her bare feet despite that it was a warm Spring night outside.
"What's going on, hm?" Alecto came up to about a foot's width away from Amycus. The look on her face was stern, slightly annoyed. "Or are you going to continue to shut me out, ignore me, apparate away, and forget I exist for another few months?"
Alecto approached him, her bare feet tapping very softly on the cold tiles. She stopped about a foot away from him; she was very close, and Amycus could feel her breath. He could see her pyjamas, the way the frabric stretched across her breasts and followed down through the curves of her hips, over her bo- Amycus shook his head suddenly, and took a couple of steps away, turning his back on her so that he was facing the sink, looking out the window. "Don't stand so bloody close, Alecto. I like my personal space, thankyou." He snapped at her, still facing away.
"And I have been avoiding you, but so what? I think I have good grounds to avoid you, personally. Ever since our father died, and since you left school, and since...everything that happened, whilst we were at school...they were bad times, Alecto. You remind me of all of them."
Well... that wasn't exactly the response she had been expecting, or looking for, for that matter. Okay so--she didn't know what she had been looking for, but... but it wasn't that. Definitely not that. "Don't stand so close?" she echoed, almost mockingly. Just for that--that was so strange of him--she followed him over to the sink, snaking her arms around his middle and resting her cheek against his back.
For just a moment, she closed her eyes and reveled in the warmth of his body. It was something she hadn't experienced in a long time and something she had definitely missed... it was--ugh, so fucked up, but--but she had missed it, and she wasn't going to deny that now. She was never around him anymore, there was no time for denying it.
"I can't only remind you of bad things, can I? I don't remember you being so overwhelmingly unhappy all the time."
Amycus didn't have the power to fight her - he didn't want to fight her. He just let her wrap herself around him, and inhaled deeply, her sweet fragrence filling his nostrils and for a moment, everything seemed to be okay again. Alecto was his sister, his best friend, his lover, his everything, right in that moment, and he knew he had to tell her.
His head dropping so that his chin was resting on his upper chest, Amycus sighed deeply. "My girlfriend's pregnant. I have to marry her. Happy now?"
So close, she knew that he could feel it when her breath caught in her throat at the delivery of his news. No--her breath didn't just catch for a second, Alecto was quite sure she stopped breathing altogether for a minute or more.
This was--she forced her tensed muscles to move, backing away from Amycus as quickly as she had come towards him. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out... it didn't matter, she didn't know what to say anyway. What was there to say about... pregnant? He was going to be a father? And it was--she had suspected there was a girl, but--married? There was no way, there was...
"How--" Alecto finally croaked in disbelief. "How could you--" but she couldn't finish, she didn't know how she wanted to finish that.
Alecto was gone as quickly as she had arrived, and Amycus suddenly felt very alone. Not even his own sister understood the position her was in. He whirled around, desperately wanting her to come back to him and not to judge him, and angry that he knew she was. "You think I want this? You think I ever actually wanted to get married to this girl?"
His words were a little harsh, perhaps, because he was in love with Vivica, he knew that, but he had never intended to marry her. He had never intended to marry anyone. Now, everything had changed, just in one second. "I screwed up, Alecto, I majorly screwed up. I have to do the best I can to make it right and if I don't marry her, her brother will literally murder me. I'll accept Aland's goddamn offer of a house-" this point was a particularly sore one of Amycus',"-and I'll make everything right. It'll be okay."
"Avery?" she spat out, suddenly and magically finding her voice again. "You mean--Vivica Avery? Holy shit, Amycus--"
It hurt more, she decided in that moment, that it was someone she knew rather than just some girl. It--he had been dating Vivica fucking Avery and she had never known and now the whore--whore, yes, that's what she was, she didn't care that she'd ever been nice to her in the past because that was the past now, oh--was pregnant with her brother's child and this was so fucking unbelievable and Merlin, this wasn't supposed to happen.
Alecto ran a hand through her hair, turning away because she was suddenly unable to even--she couldn't even look at him right now. "Okay? It's not--fuck, this is not okay! You--" Her voice lost momentum as she went on, and she looked, mesmerized at the tiles of the kitchen floor as she spoke the last in nothing above a whisper. "Were you going to ever tell me?"
Well, Alecto now knew the whole truth. It almost felt good - it almost felt as if Amycus was in control again - now that his sister knew. He swallowed, the expression on Alecto's face wounding him. She was obviously angry, and upset, and even...hurt. And now she wanted to know if he was ever going to tell her. He almost felt guilty, concealing the aspect of his life that had become so important and such a large part of him. But she had a right to know.
"Eventually," Amycus said honestly, averting his eyes to the ground and taking a few steps towards her,"You have to understand, Alecto, it was hard. After everything that's happened with us...it...I...you have to understand. I never wanted any of this. But Vivica's a big part of my life now. I love her." Amycus reached out, and touch her elbow gently.
Whereas mere minutes ago that touch would have been comforting, electric, now all she felt from it was pain--it was like fire, and she jerked away from it no sooner than his fingers had grazed her skin, backing up another couple paces. She was shaking her head now and her eyes were hard--no tears, just hardness. She did not cry, not when he could betray her like this. If he could do that, he didn't deserve her to cry over him.
"You do not--you can't just--" she gulped and no--he didn't deserve it and she would not-- "You don't love her, Amycus, that's--no... get out. Get--you need to leave, now. Go ahead and run to--fuck, and I--how could you, I---no, get out. Get out!"
"What?" Amycus' tone was merely confused; he knew this was bad, yes, terrible, and it was going to mess a lot of things up...but...this was a greater burden for him, not Alecto! He was the one who had to get married, who had to father a child, who had to lick Aland's ass for the next couple of years in fear of death and who had to move into a house bought for him and pay for school fees and work a job he hated. Alecto - how could she - why was she reacting like this?
"What - no!" Amycus snapped, a sudden rush of anger attacking him. "Alecto, you don't even understand - this is my problem, my problem, I have to deal with this - this has nothing to do with you!"
"It has everything to do with me!" she yelled back. "But it's obvious by now that you didn't consider that,when you were going out and getting your whore knocked up--you don't understand that now, that'd you'd--No, I have to deal with this too, don't you dare act like there's nothing to deal with--"
Alecto knew that it was wrong of her to want him to, but she didn't care--if he cared, he would, he would throw away that stupid honor that they hardly even had anymore, he'd leave her and--Vivica could not be winning her brother over her. Amycus was hers, it could just change like that, that wasn't right, it wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair at all. This wasn't happening.
"Don't yell at me!" Amycus shouted at her, furious that she was acting this way with him. "Why do you always have to go and make everything about you, Alecto? You are so selfish - and you wonder why I avoided you for all these months! My god, Alecto!" He didn't even bother getting started on Alecto calling Vivica a whore - getting into an argument about that just wasn't worth it.
He turned around abruptly and stalked into the kitchen, slamming his way through the cabinets in search of something hard to drink. What a nightmare. Amycus was beginning to hope that tomorrow he'd just wake up and it would all be a dream.
Alecto hardly knew what she was doing as she stalked across the kitchen to Amycus--her feet seemed to be moving of their own accord and.. her hands too, her hands that reached up, gripping around his wrists hard, bonecrushingly hard and forced him around to face her. She pinned them against the countertop then, using her hold as leverage as she got up on her toes and kissed him. Hard, long, and forcefully, and she was certain she'd never kissed anyone like that before.
Still, it was over too quickly, and she pulled away a short time later, only an inch or two, and glared straight into his eyes. "I am selfish. But I dare you to say again that this is none of my business."
Amycus didn't even know what was happening until he was pushed up against the kitchen bench and Alecto's lips were on his and he was gasping for breath and she was still kissing him and he was breathless and he was suffocating and then - all of the sudden, she pulled away. Amycus gasped to collect his composure back, but it was impossible. He was red cheeked, breathless and worst of all, his jeans had become decided tight against his crotch.
"Don't you ever - ever - do that...don't you...don't," Amycus spluttered, trailing off pathetically and just gaping at her. He couldn't even remember his last encounter with Alecto. Had he been 15? 16? 17? It had been at least a year ago, surely. He'd forgotten how much she turned him on.
"You don't mean that," she said, with confidence. If that hard thing straight up against her leg was any indication, he didn't mean that in the least--and he acted as if she weren't pressed up against him, where she could feel each heavy breath he took.
In all of this, it was still good to know that she had not lost her affect on him.
She moved her face slightly so that their cheeks brushed, and pressed a soft kiss to his ear, her hot breath grazing his lobe. "You don't mean that at all."
Why was she doing this to him? Why was she doing this to him now, of all the sodding times in the world? Amycus' breath caught in his throat, and his eyes began to water. One thing was for sure. He wasn't going to let her see him cry, however screwed up things had become in the past twenty-four hours.
Amycus couldn't help it. He moaned as her lips brushed over his ear lobe. "Alecto...please...not today, please not to-" There was a distinctive throb between his legs again, and a second moan escaped his lips.
Alecto acted as if she didn't hear him (and really, she might as well have not, because his protests were halfhearted at best), and sharply hiked her hips up against his, over that bulge in his pants so that it was sitting now up between her legs, against a very important spot. Her mouth moved downwards, placing kisses across his cheek, along his jaw, down his neck, when she got there sucking and nibbling in a way that she knew was sure to leave a mark.
He didn't want her to stop, and she wasn't about to. It had been too long, too long...
Amycus stood there, frozen, tormented between giving in to his desires or running away. The fact was, he really had nowhere to run to. He didn't want to go back to Hogwarts just yet. He'd had to face reality again. But here, at home, with his sister, his old bed, everything that was familiar to him...
Amycus' hand reached around behind her and rested on the small of her back to keep her there. His other hand went for his belt buckle.
Alecto smirked triumphantly against his skin at feeling him respond to her with his own touch--and that metal sound, his hand reaching down between them. No, she was not going down without a fight. If Avery wanted him, she was not going to make it easy.
Her hand traveled to the back of his head as she finished on his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair and her mouth finding and claiming his again--this time, she made sure to make the kiss much more satisfying. He had proven he still deserved it.
His belt came undone with hardly a struggle, and his fingers tried to pull down his zipper a little too viciously, and it got stuck halfway. He struggled for a moment, before the zipper was undone and he let his pants drop. He was trying not to think, trying not to register what was happening. He was just...letting it happen. No-one ever had to know. This didn't mean he didn't love Vivica. Alecto's lips on his were so soft and so familiar, and he kissed her back, hard.
Maybe house-sitting wasn't so bad. Alecto honestly felt at the moment that she couldn't care if their mother didn't come back for a few days... maybe another week... it had been too long, she had him here and she just wanted to keep him, for as long as she could.
Her free hand traveled to the pants of her own pyjamas and she pulled on the drawstring, loosening them from her hips and sending them into a pile on top of Amycus'. She stepped out of them quickly and kicked them back along the kitchen floor as he continued to kiss him.
Amycus pushed his hand up Alecto's pyjama shirt, his hand fumbling for a second as he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. He groaned against her mouth, his hand clamping around her breast firmly, squeezing her just enough to hurt. His crotch bumped up against hers again and he rubbed himself against her, desperate to get off.
Her moan came simultaneously with his, along with a wince at the strong twinge of pain that shot through her breast at his touch--oh, but the pain was nice, it made things better after the initial feeling. Alecto's bare leg twisted around his now and she responded to his movements, feeling just as interested in finding a release as he was.
He hissed against her mouth as her leg wrapped around him and suddenly, his mood changed. Curling his hand through her hair, he pulled his head back from his so that he could speak. He let his eyes drift down to his crotch, and he snapped pointedly,"Why don't you make yourself useful?" Before pushing her down onto her knees.
Alecto had not been expecting that and for a moment she kneeled there, looking up at him and not knowing what she should do--how had he gained control of the situation so quickly?
Eventually, however, she decided there wasn't much she really could do. A smirk pulled at her lips as she reached a hand in to his underwear, pulling out his shaft... and with one last look up to her brother, she lowered her mouth onto it.
Amycus groaned as Alecto's mouth closed around him, and he didn't waste very long in tangling his hand through her hair and gripping a couple of strands rather tightly, pulling just enough to hurt. He was swamped with a lot of emotions, and he just didn't know what to do. So he stood, and let Alecto do her magic.
In a normal circumstance, she probably would have objected to doing this for anyone--but this was her brother, this was Amycus, and it had been so long since she had touched him last that she didn't mind how she did it now, just that she did. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't know how, she thought devilishly. Probably know how better than Vivica.
His breathing was growing heavier, and all of the sudden, he pushed her shoulders back (quite gently) and motioned for her to get to her feet again. He reached for her wrists to pull her up, keen to taste himself on her lips.
Alecto kissed him again, with tongue, all the tongue she had used down there and more. But she could hardly stand it anymore, being this close to him and she needed a release so bad from the built up pressure in her, and she moaned quietly into his mouth.
She tasted good - he tasted good - and Amycus suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of being loved. Everything in this moment seemed so right, that Amycus began to wonder what he had been avoiding for all these months. There was the twinges of guilt that kept on trying to invade his mind, but he wouldn't let them. He would deal with reality tomorrow. He reached down, looping his fingers undermeath the waistband of her underwear.
This was right, she told herself in her mind. And he had to realize that because if he didn't, he was the biggest fucking idiot on the fact of the planet--people could say what they would about this kind of thing, but if it was so wrong then it wouldn't be this good. Helping him along, one of her hands traveled down and loosened her panties, letting them fall down to the floor, then quickly disposing of his as well in the same manner.
"Get on the table," Amycus growled, his tone showing that he was in no mood to argue. They had never - well, they'd never gone this far before. Amycus didn't care. He simply just didn't care. He needed this right now, and none of it mattered. Tomorrow he'd be back at school and it would be as though none of this had ever happened. Everything was going to be alright.
