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This drabble was written for the Monthly Slash-tastic Drabble-athon Competition. The prompt was "There's a lit cigarette in the hand of my new angel."- Evans Blue, "Beg." The pairing is Percy Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"I blame you for my addiction." Percy Weasley leaned back against the wall, a lit cigarette in hand, eyeing Kingsley through the smoke with a hint of a smile on his serious face.
The Minister of Magic chuckled, slipping his own cigarettes back into the pocket of his robe. They made quite a pair, both in work robes that looked incongruous with the cigarettes. Kingsley thought the look suited Percy. He was such a rule-bound man, and it was only in moments like these that Kingsley got to see Percy's rebellious side. He thought of the London muggles and those whom he'd walked among in New York City in America. Letting his gaze travel appreciatively over his lover, he thought of how Percy would look in tight jeans and a leather jacket on a muggle motorcycle. The image was tempting enough for him to resolve to immediately begin looking for a reason to justify an overseas trip. Perhaps the American Minister of Magic would be up for a goodwill visit.
Crossing his arms, Kingsley said, "Which addiction would that be? I happen to think you're addicted to more than one thing." He leaned into the circle of smoke that surrounded his aide. One more step would bring them close enough to kiss.
Percy smirked, pulling away. "Since you and I are both addicted to these dreadful cigarettes, what would my other addiction be?"
Kingsley reached out, taking the lit cigarette from Percy's fingers. He brought it to his lips and took a puff before handing it back to Percy. The younger man smiled as he finished it and extinguished it with a whispered spell. Suddenly, Percy was up against the wall as Kingsley's arms imprisoned him, holding him in place as the Minister kissed him roughly, all teeth and hard lips in the way that both of them craved and with an edge of cruelty that no one who knew them would have believed.
Kingsley shoved him away abruptly, leaving them both breathing heavily as they braced themselves against the wall.
"I am your other addiction, Percy. And you are most definitely mine."
Percy laughed lowly. "I don't suppose you plan on quitting either any time soon."
A hand in his hair dragged Percy close again.
"The muggles say that everyone has to die of something. It may as well be something worth dying for."
Percy knew that Kingsley wasn't talking about the cigarettes.