I'm Not Calling You a Liar {Algie <3}

[Dominic Spencer]

What had possessed him to remain in Hogsmeade again? It took a few laborious moments but eventually Dominic found a reason, sort of, no not really. Well there was Billie and Vivian; the fact that one Mr. Silas practically owned him and, oh yeah, the werewolves and the fun he was planning for them.

With a look that clearly stated he was deep in thought about his current sleepy-little-good-for-nothing village residence, Dom wandered back up the path from the black lake towards his aforementioned residence. A towel draped over his shoulder and his sopping blond hair clearly stated the mad boy had been swimming, and in the middle of winter no less! Of course he was no ordinary boy, and no he wasn’t a wizard like the rest of the population of Hogsmeade was. He was much less cool and much more parasitic.

Haphazardly he attacked his hair with the towel which made it stick out at all angles - apart from his fringe which remained dripping and swept to its usual one side. Dominic fiddled with his hair as he walked but it just would not flatten down. He suspected it was frozen in place and only a warm room would defrost it or make it go fuzzy.

In Hogsmeade there were only two really warm places the young vampire could think of: The Three Broomsticks and The Hog’s Head. He was thoroughly bored of the Three Broomsticks but of the two options there he was less likely to have his face inverted on itself (but much more likely to have hot chocolate poured on it). The regular haunt The Three Broomsticks it was then.

In and out of back alleys he wandered in an attempt to avoid a certain older member of his kin. Feeling in the best mood he had in days Dominic whistled as meandered about, eliciting glances from witches and wizards just finishing up their shopping for the night wondering why on earth there was a boy whistling happily while looking drenched to the bone. Anyone in their right mind would be miserable at being wet when it was so cold the weather threatened the countryside with snow. A lot of people had said over the years that Dominic was nowhere near in his right mind.

Still whistling his merry and jazzy tune, the blond vampire strode casually into the now familiar pub. Its homey and pleasant atmosphere smothered him like a woolly jumper knitted and then shoved on by an overzealous aunt. The towel was discarded onto a cloak hook, looking very out of place next to the robes of students and various others but Dominic paid little heed to his out of place beach towel. He was far more interested in scanning the room for familiar faces, and hair in Billie’s case, but alas there was no one he knew in that night but a rather large gaggle of girls all giggling and yakking on like hyenas in a corner had caught his attention.

Putting on a friendly smile (taking care not to reveal unusually long and sharp canines) Dom strode past them. ”Evening all,” and guy! In the middle of the group sat a boy, lucky bastard. Why couldn’t he attract a harem like that? Jealously he sat himself alone a little way off from the group and flicked open a nearby copy of The Daily Prophet.

By the time he looked up again from the newspaper and a particularly enthralling story of a wizard in Bath who had singlehandedly saved a nearby muggle village from a marauding dragon, the other boy’s harem had all but disbanded. How Dom hadn’t noticed the screeching of the girls disappear from his sensitive ears was anyone’s guess.

Even after reading the wizarding newspaper, the vampire was still curious and a little jealous of the boy. Those girls had been all over him, Dom had to know his secret. He may have had almost one hundred and nine years practice but the all the magical women he’d met (excluding one particularly easy blonde girl) had so far resisted his charm.

”Hey there, I noticed you were alone and thought I might join you since I’ve got no one to chat to either,” a pathetic excuse to chat to the guy but with a broad, friendly smile Dom was sure he’d pulled it off when he moved himself over to the guy;s table. ”This is going to seem so strange but how on earth does a good looking guy like come to be so popular with the opposite sex?”

Dominic raked his eyes over the stranger, taking him in and sizing the competition up. There was nothing remarkable about him that he could see. Shaggy blond-brown hair, a big nose and a little on the skinny side. For a moment he stared intently at the boy before realising he’d forgotten his manners, what was left of them. ”So sorry, the name’s Dom,” the vampire said with a smile as he offered a pale hand to the poor, and probably confused out of his mind boy.

[Algernon Crane]

BUT MY HEART IT DON'T BEAT, IT DON'T BEAT THE WAY IT USED TO
AND MY EYES THEY DON'T SEE YOU NO MORE

Algie would be lying if he said he hadn’t intended to go out. Sure he’d told Sophia he wanted an early night for once that week, but that didn’t mean he’d meant it. As soon as she’d started pleading with him to go to The Three Broomsticks with some of the girls, he’d given in.

It was freezing outside, but Algie didn’t mind the weather too much. He got to chivalrously hand his jacket to one of the girls who’d forgotten hers, just as he was walking past some of the guys he was in Transfiguration with. Algie couldn’t tell if they were looking at him in abject jealousy, but he suspected they were. Having quite so many friends who were girls really didn’t harm his reputation. Sure, it was a little dangerous so many other people knowing his secret, but they were all so keen to have a gay best friend - and, he suspected, remembered what had happened to the last person who tried to out him - that none of them seemed even vaguely inclined to tell. And maybe he played up to the gay stereotype a little when he was around them. He couldn’t help it. It was in his nature to degrade other people, so what if he was a little more vocal about it at times?

The weather outside might have been cold, but the pub certainly wasn’t, and the group of them were soon shedding layers as they sat down in one of the corners. It was times like these that Algie really, honestly enjoyed himself. Sure, he had fun with his other friends, and of course he had to attend events with them, for the look of things, but he’d much rather be sat in a pub with his girls than at a wild party with anyone else. Around other people there was much more of a front o keep up - it wasn’t exactly difficult, he’d been maintaining that front for years, but Algie was one for speaking his mind, and he really hated it when he wasn’t able to.

And he wasn’t going to lie, listening to Adrienne’s latest boyfriend drama was always amusing.

They were right in the middle of hearing about how he’d had some really dodgy sounding notes wedged into his potions book, the girls cooing in sympathy whilst Algie held back a smirk, when someone else walked into the pub. He hardly needed Sophia’s nudge and murmur of “major hottie alert”, though the giggles it stirred up in everyone else managed to snap Algie back to reality. He did not need to be eyeing up men - as happy as he was discussing boyfriends and fashion choices, he didn’t allow his openness to extend to actually doing anything stupid. Although talking of fashion, the guy wasn’t exactly dressed badly. And is t-shirt was damp. Unf.

His t-shirt was damp. And it was the middle of winter. And, wait, had he just hung up a towel on the coat rack? God, this wasn’t good, he didn’t need to be so blinded by hotness he didn’t recognise complete lunatic when he saw one. He quickly turned his attention back to his friend, giving Adrienne his most charming smile “Okay, what exactly did these notes say?” he asked, in a bid to get things back to normal. “Don’t change the subject!” Sophia hissed back with a giggle, then added “Come on, he’s totally hot! And totally gay - no one straight dresses like that” from the corner of her mouth, immediately crushing Algie’s argument that if she thought he was so hot, why didn’t she stop nudging him and go talk to the guy herself. “Come on girls, lets go to the other bar, I’m parched” Algie barely had time to hiss “What! No!” before the giggling rabble had left.

Brilliant. Just brilliant. As much as he loved spending time with his girls, their constant pushes for him to actually get on with the business of being gay was getting to be very irritating. He was perfectly happy repressing his sexuality in every way possible, he didn’t need them trying to ruin that for him. Some day soon he’d get a girlfriend. That’d show them.

Apparently, however, Sophia’s conclusion had been correct as almost as soon as the girls were gone, the guy came over to sit with him. Oh god. He was about to be hit on by a gay. What the fuck did he do? Algie did his best not to panic, his throat ceasing up around the cry of “I LIKE BOOBS!” it really wanted to let out. That would just be far to conspicuous. At least they were the only Hogwarts students there - he’d really had more than enough rumours spread about him for a lifetime. What he had to do was play it cool, and he might get out of the whole ridiculous situation in tact.

“Observant” He replied with a smirk to the guy’s opening gambit. Well, he wasn’t calling him darling yet. That was a good start “I was here with friends, but they’ve gone en masse to powder their noses. You know how women are.” There. Did that not scream ‘I am totally heterosexual please don’t try to have sex with me’?

Algie snorted at the other man’s comment on his apparent prowess with the ladies. Good. He’d noticed. That was a good start. Although the good looking remark was a little unsettling, but Algie did his best to ignore that. And the fact the whole statement had an undercurrent of gay. If he was good looking, was he supposed to be popular with the same sex instead? Oh god. No. He didn’t need to think about that. Maybe the guy was being sarcastic and calling him ugly. Yeah. That was it. That had to be it. “I think you’ve hit the nail on the head there. What can I say, women just find me irresistible.” and appreciate my advice when picking out ball dresses, he thought, but didn’t say out loud. That definitely wouldn’t have helped the situation.

Algie shifted uncomfortable as the other man looked him up and down. Okay, fair was fair, he had checked him out when he’d walked in, but at least he’d been subtle about it! This was one step away from eyefucking. And then he introduced himself. God, that wasn’t a good sign. Still what could he do “Algernon” He replied, refraining from adding his usual “nice to meet you” or “but my friends call me Algie”. He didn’t want to encourage the guy, and it certainly wasn’t nice to meet him. It was distressing, no matter how easy on the eyes he was. Algie took the extended hand, though, his grip firmer than usual. Because he was a manly man. And this Dom needed to realise that.
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This post is for: Dom <3, it has: 1145 words, Algie is wearing: Jeans, a green v-neck and a grey jacket the lyrics are: For Reasons Unknown by The Killers, and Mal says: Omg this is going to be so much fun >.> let the misunderstandings commence XD

[Dominic Spencer]

Okay so it was common occurrence for Dominic to set hearts racing either because he’d terrified or charmed the owner of the heart but he had done neither to the student guy yet. Well, he’d probably scared him a little by randomly appearing at the table with odd, socially awkward questions but the kid’s heart was beating way too fast to be only sort of frightened. The guy was kind of terrified but of what? Dom was certain he hadn’t let his fangs flash; years of practise meant he was reasonably good at hiding them but still there was always a chance he’d slip and let one show. A hand went subconsciously to his mouth and the boy looked earnestly at Algernon over it, trying to subtly communicate that he wouldn’t hurt him. Not yet at least.

When he still didn’t run screaming vampire out the pub, Dom relaxed a little. It helped that the stranger found his voice fairly quickly and regained some of the composure he’d shown with the girls earlier. However it was a little more strained, after Dom wasn’t a girl –despite what people liked to say- so it wasn’t fair to expect the same level of easy conversation to flow between them. ”Observant is just one of my many good traits,” Dom said smugly with a grin to match. He couldn’t help but nod in fervent agreement and laugh at the statement that followed his opening observation. ”I sure do know women, travel in herds they do,” he said knowingly, ”Though I’m not often around groups of them, if you catch my drift.” A harem would be a nice change of pace though; he hadn’t had a good one since the sixties.

Thoughts of more than one woman at a time, too much werewolf blood and not enough recollection of events that were involved rendered Dominic feeling more than a little nostalgic and very distracted from his present situation. If only wizard girls in the twenty-first century were as liberal as the ones he’d met back then. The poor stranger’s gallant answer to possibly the most random question ever to be asked by any stranger anywhere was almost missed. ”What? Oh yeah, nail on the head, sure. It’s a good skill to have and you do irresistible so well.” Lord if Dom knew that the boy had taken his remarks the wrong way he would have gotten up and left in an instant.

As it were he remained seated because reading minds was not a power that came with vampirism, staring at the boy, who introduced himself as Algernon. ”Interesting name but I like it. Much more exciting than ‘Dominic’ but oh well guess I’m stuck with it now,” he commented offhandedly, fiddling with the table’s salt shaker. Algernon took Dom’s gestured hand and the vampire noticed his firm handshake and had to fight the urge to return the favour. Shattering Algernon’s hand probably wouldn’t look all that friendly. ”Well it’s nice to meet you,” he said instead

”So, those girls you were with before, they seemed nice. They can’t all have been friends, surely?” Not that Dom cared, whether or not this Algernon fellow was seeing one or more of the girls they were all fair game to the vampire. Of all the potential jealous boyfriends to be scared of, the jumpy adolescent in front of him didn’t come close to making the list, even if he was a wizard.

[Algernon Crane]

BUT MY HEART IT DON'T BEAT, IT DON'T BEAT THE WAY IT USED TO
AND MY EYES THEY DON'T SEE YOU NO MORE

Algie was doing his best to keep calm. It wasn’t working every well. Okay; so an attractive gay guy was talking to him. That wasn’t the end of the world, right? He could deal with this. It was normal. Guys talked to each other all the time. It wasn’t as if talking to someone of the same sex automatically meant you were gay. That was just stupid. This was a totally normal, unremarkable thing to happen. It might not even be a bad thing, at all, really, a treacherous little voice in his head piped up. No, Algie told himself, he did not need to be thinking like that. It was not helping him calm down. Nor was the fact the other man had just brought a hand to his mouth. Algie couldn’t help but follow the path it took with his eyes, and was suddenly very acutely aware of Dom’s lips.

Oh.

Algie closed his eyes momentarily, and forced himself to look away. He could feel his pulse speeding up, half with fear, half with something he didn’t want to name. Normal, he reminded himself, this was normal. Yeah right; two normal guys talking to each other was normal, but when one was thinking about doing things to the other ones mouth, it became far from it. Which meant he needed to stop thinking about it. Now.

It would have been made a lot easier if Dom hadn’t chosen that moment to make a dodgy innuendo about how many good traits he had. Algie didn’t have a hard time believing it, and had to stop his brain throwing up a number of suggestions. “Oh yeah?” He shot back, hoping it sounded more like a challenge than poorly veiled interest. He wasn’t even sure which one it was himself.

God, he wished he’d been able to get to the bar. He was rapidly coming to the conclusion that a severe amount of alcohol would be the only way to get through a situation like this; even the calming effect of butterbeer would have been a start. Still, it was probably for the best, as he’d probably have spat whatever drink he had all over Dom when he all but announced he had no interest in women. Or maybe it would have been better - it might not have done his reputation any good, but if he’d spat all over Dom, it might have at least made the guy leave. As it was, he was still there, all but wearing a neon sign saying “HEY, LOOK AT ME, I’M A HOMO”.

“You should try it some time.” Algie replied, giving Dom what he hoped was a knowing smirk in the midst of his panic. Maybe a cry of “I like boobs!” would have been the best option after all.

But if Algie had thought that was bad, it was nothing compared to the outrageous compliment the man gave him just moments later. Oh god. The room suddenly felt like it was several degrees hotter, and Algie had to pray as hard as he could that he wasn’t blushing. That would just be too embarrassing for words “Well, let’s just say it’s one of my many good traits.” He had meant to make it sound like a challenge again, a display of machismo, but couldn’t help but think it sounded like flirting. It really, really sounded like flirting. And was that really a problem, that treacherous little voice said again. Dom was clearly into him, and he would be kidding himself if he said he wasn’t into Dom - Sophia really did have a hideous ability to know what his type was. Dom wasn’t from Hogwarts, so nothing was likely to get back to the people at school, and he was clearly older and - Algie felt another flush of heat at the thought - more experienced.

No. No no no. This was a ridiculously dangerous train of thought, and not what he wanted at all. He wanted a girlfriend. He wanted to be normal. It wasn’t his fault that his cock was completely disobedient. It wasn’t like his brain actually was in his trousers or anything, he was more than capable of ignoring the stupid, carnal urges he was getting. He was better than them.

Algie gulped slightly when Dom complimented him again, this time his name, and dispraised his own. How was he supposed to respond to that? “Oh no, sweetie, it’s gorgeous, just like you”? Was that what Dom was angling for? Maybe, judging by the was he had wrapped his fingers - which seemed obscenely long, to Algie’s mind - around the salt shaker on the table. God, why did everything suddenly seem phallic? “I’m an interesting guy” He said with a shrug, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. He wasn’t going to comment on Dom’s name, as much as that hideous part of his brain wanted him to.

Algie almost flinched as he took Dom’s offered hand - he wasn’t a moron, he wasn’t expecting the stars to align, or the world suddenly make sense the first time the two of them touched, but he was expecting Dom’s had to be a normal temperature. The man was still a little damp, but surely no one should be that cold? “You too” He said distractedly, touching his now cooler hand with the other.

However, Dom distracted him, yet again - he was getting worryingly good at that - by asking about his relationship status. Right. This was his chance. Time to prove he was straight once and for all, and stop this ridiculous flirting, or whatever the hell it was “Some are friends, some are more than friends - what can I say, I’m not really a one woman guy.” There. That sounded manly. It might have been better to suggest he was actually dating one of them, but he knew they’d just drop him in it if he did. Not maliciously, of course, he trusted all of them with his secret, but Sophia had probably already persuaded the lot of them to try setting him up with Dom, and would have seen him trying this escape route a mile off. That girl really did know him too well.
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This post is for: Dom <3, it has: 1044 words, Algie is wearing: Jeans, a green v-neck and a grey jacket the lyrics are: For Reasons Unknown by The Killers, and Mal says: >.> It's not my fault that that's what's going on in his head!

[Dominic Spencer]

There was some strange fun in watching Algernon, not that Dom would ever admit it. How the boy carried himself, how he talked and how he gestured was studied closely by the other. Though he liked to tell anyone who would listen he knew all there was to bedding a woman even Dom knew, deep down, that he still had a lot to learn. Algernon was a wizard around witches and it was with the witches that the vampire was stumped. After being endlessly frustrated and then rejected by Billie he had come to realise he needed a few pointers and, if he had his way, Algie would give them to him. If Dom had been more observant like his maker had begged him to be, he would have noticed the way the wizard’s eyes darted to his lips or how fidgety he seemed but he was too lazy to take any notice.

”Yeah,” Dom answered Algie’s thinly-veiled interest indolently, still fiddling with the salt shaker. His brow furrowed in thought about various things as his hearing tuned into Algie’ heart rhythm. What he heard only made his frown deeper and his blue eyes rise meet Algie’s, filled with intense interest. Why was his heart beat so elevated? The thought puzzled the vampire who opened his mouth to ask but then stopped. Asking about Algie’s heart would give away that Dom could hear it, which in turn would give away the fact he wasn’t entirely human. Being vampire was such a curiosity cock-block.

Unfortunately he’d have to make do with making up his own wild theories on the kid’s outrageous beat while sharing witty banter with him. ”I have, wasn’t really for me when I did,” Dom replied to the suggestion he try a group of women. The last time he had all he remembered of it was the headache when he woke up. Suffice to say he’d been turned off the idea but now, forty or so years later, the idea of more than one woman was again becoming attractive to the vampire. When the conversation turned back to how good irresistibility was as a trait, Dom couldn’t help but let his eyebrows arch in amusement at Algie’s boast. ”Really? Care the name any of these many traits of yours?”

Chuckling, Dom leant back against his chair and again let his eyes roam over the boy before him. ”Interesting guy with an interesting name,” he mused, rocking back onto and teetering dangerously on the hind legs of his chair. For a moment he rested both his hands over his stomach and let his long, toothpick-like legs keep him from falling backwards as he thought on what to talk to Algie about next. Somehow it had to lead to him imparting his secret formula for being irresistible to witches. Again he chuckled at Algie’s answer to another of his questions. He was coming to like the kid more and more, even if he was competition.

”Oh okay.” Dom said simply, eyeing Algie with a mixture of scepticism and admiration. ”You dress really well. I like your shirt,” the vampire observed, mentally noting to buy (steal) himself one similar. He fiddled with his own, peeling it off his damp skin to inspect a hole in its bottom edge, inadvertently flashing his pale stomach to Algernon. ”So. You’re not a woman guy, I mean one woman guy. How do you keep your different girl friends from killing each other, or from killing you for that matter? he asked, still distracted by his fraying shirt. The question was important because one couldn’t have a harem filled with jealous women. It just didn’t work.

[Lovely Creature]