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TOTALLY CANON thread with carlisle
Where: The Dungeons, not during any class time.
What: Extra classwork, of course! :O
When: Weekend, sometime.

Scuffling with a potion that was probably a little out of a Hogwarts student's league, Danny peered into his cauldron. Well, this wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be avocado green. He bit his lower lip in concentration, trying to work it out.

He'd done the blood bit right, for sure...

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"No, you're not," Danny said, as if he somehow knew this perfectly well, even though there wasn't any real reason he would know.. or was there? "You colour it blond, just like I used to dye my red black, only I did it with potions and you're using magic, which makes it look more seamlessly real." He shrugged.

"You're just trying to get me to snog you."

"YOU'RE trying to get ME to snog YOU, you mean."

"If I was trying to get you to snog me, we'd already be snogging," Carlisle replied, choosing to ignore Danny's dig at his hair. It was perfectly natural, thanks... He frowned a little, before running a hand through his hair again. All natural, damn it!

"I only snog natural blonds," Danny said, adding something else to his potion and stirring with a smirk.


Carlisle was a natural blonde! Clearly, the best way to prove it was to snog Danny. Once Danny returned the snog, he could inform him that clearly, this meant he was a natural blonde. Yes, Carlisle might have gotten a teensy bit drunken a teensy bit quicker than usual. He hopped off the table, sliding between Danny and his potion and kissing him quite firmly on the lips. Time to prove it!

"Hey!! What're you--" Well, obviously. Carlisle was clearly kissing him. On the mouth. With, shall we say... reckless abandon? Danny, after a second or so, pushed Carlisle away from him, but obviously not until after he'd already responded at least a little.

Danny had kissed him back. "You kissed me back," he stated, with a grin, "which I think officially qualifies me as a natural blonde." He was utterly logical, really, Carlisle was. So logical, in fact, that he leaned forward to repeat the process. Just in case Danny needed reassurance that Carlisle was correct.

"Actually no, it just makes you a whore," Danny started to say, but then Carlisle actually had the audacity to kiss him again, and then he was thoroughly embroiled in kissing the other boy just a little bit.

"If you're so desperate to prove it," Danny said, when they parted again, "I can think of a couple of ways."

Carlisle had lost his original train of thought at this point, so he cocked his head to the side a little. "Oh yeah? How?" Even though he couldn't remember what he was supposed to be trying to prove.

Danny grinned. "You could drop your pants. Unless you've been colour-spelling all your hair?" He raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous to be faffing about down around the family jewels, don't you think?"

Carlisle would NEVER, EVER mess about with spells down there. He was way, way too fond of his cock to do anything that might hurt it. "I don't use magic down there," Carlisle replied and then... well, it wasn't like Carlisle was shy with his body, proceeded to do exactly what Danny had suggested he do.

"See? Not a natural blond." Danny looked posivitely elated to be right. "And I, as usual, am right. Go figure." He crossed his arms.

Oh. DAMNIT! Was that why Danny had wanted him to drop his trousers? Carlisle had just assumed he wanted to see him naked... "I look stupid with brown hair," Carlisle replied, frowning as he pulled his trousers back up. "What kind of bloke dyes their own hair?" He added, not really thinking about the fact that Danny used to, too.

"Um, I do," Danny said, tilting his head. "Lots of people do. Why are you embarrassed about it?" He went a little closer, thinking maybe some more firewhiskey wouldn't be such a bad idea.

He wasn't embarrassed! Except, you know, he was. Sometimes he managed to convince himself that he was all natural blondeness. At least part of the time. He misinterpreted the reason for Danny coming a little closer. Instead of letting him have some of the booze, he leaned in and snogged him. Yeah, Carlisle was drunk. Woo!

Danny was surprised, but he felt bad for making Carlisle admit something that the other boy was obviously insecure about, and let's face it -- he did, at one point, have a huge crush on Carlisle. Everybody likes getting with an old crush, even if they don't have a crush on them any more.

Which Danny didn't, actually. He let Carlisle kiss him, trying to figure out just how active he was allowed to be.

Carlisle was cool with the kissing. He was also cool with not having a clue what was going through Danny's mind. Danny, after all, was a tiny bit too logical for his taste as the moment. His drunken taste. He slid an arm around the bloke's waist, tugging him in as Carlisle moved to deepen the kiss a bit.

Never very good at saying no when pressed, Danny gave up. He nipped at Carlisle's lip, letting the blond pull him closer. He could always apologize to Remy by having really, really hot sex later, right? And in any case, maybe this was what Danny needed to get over his psychiatrist-caused fear of kissing men. He slid a hand up under Carlisle's shirt, never mind the fact that his fingers were cold.

Preferably without informing Remy of what had happened, simply because Carlisle wasn't in the mood to have this kind of thing spread all over the place. At least he was drunk, though, and had a good excuse? Oh, merlin, COLD! Despite the fact that the bloke's fingers were chilly, however, Carlisle didn't really pull away from them. They'd warm up soon enough, right? Right.

Perhaps surprisingly, Danny was very good at all things sex related, including kissing. Maybe it was due to practice, maybe it was due to something else... you never knew, and he wasn't telling either way.

Perhaps it would've been surprising had Carlisle been sober, but at the moment he wasn't about to question ANYONE's talent for snogging. He was simply going to enjoy the snogging, thanks. Mmm, snogging.

Danny found that since he was enjoying himself, maybe his psychiatrist had been completely wrong about that whole boys thing. The one where he wasn't supposed to kiss them.

Carlisle probably would have thought that was a very wise decision to make (or perhaps very dumb) but he was too busy snogging and being drunk to go out and learn Legilimens to read the bloke's mind. SO, he simply continued to snog the hell out of him, getting RATHER into it...

What with the whole on his way to a boner thing. Woo, snogging.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Was that -- was that -- was that -- A BONER?!

If Danny wouldn't have been so busy snogging Carlisle, he would have chortled with glee. O, Carlisle was so gay. Soooo closetedly gay. He pushed a little closer to the (unnatural!) blond, pressing their hips together. Hey, he would take advantage of it, right?

Carlisle... was totally okay with their hips being pressed together. Okay enough, for sure, to rub up against the other bloke. One handed threaded into the bloke's hair, breaking off from the snog and instead moving down to suck the skin of his neck lightly. Mmm, snogging. Snogging was a brilliant, brilliant creation. Particularly when it led to other things, too.

Carlisle was so gay it almost HURT! Gay as a maypole! Of course, Danny had been known to sleep with lots more boys than girls in his past, but he at least admitted it, right? His hand slid down to grip roughly at Carlisle's hip.

And now with the kissing of the neck. It was a weakness for Danny, the kissing of the neck. It always got him, every time. Pretty much like clockwork! And so he tilted his head and made a soft noise that obviously meant he appreciated it -- a LOT.

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