Twinsensibility Part Fifteen

[dysonrules]

I blame Harry and Draco for the shortness of Twinsmut this week.  But I've been neglecting them lately, so they are justified.

Lorcan was watching him.

Lysander could feel his brother's gaze on him even when he was behind him, or in the hallway, or across the common room. Lorcan was always watching him.

Rather than disturbing him, Lysander found a strange pleasure and even comfort in the fact. He knew he would never have to worry about anything happening to him, because Lorcan was always there. Lorcan would watch out for him and protect him. The smallest threat to Lysander would be banished in an instant, either with a spell or a fist, or even something as simple as a glare cast over the top of a pair of dark sunglasses.

Rosalinda Beauchamp was one such threat, but she seemed impervious the lurking menace of Lorcan when she skipped up to Lysander in the greenhouse. Lysander paused in diagramming the leaves of the Rare Scarnuba Fern in order to look at her. She smiled pertly.

She leaned close to him with a giggle and said, "I have something for you, Lysander."

He smiled politely and hoped for Rosalinda's sake that it wasn't a kiss, or else her smoking corpse might be all they would find of her in the next sixty seconds. Lysander could feel the tension radiating from his twin, even though he sat seven seats away with his partner, drawn by lot due to Professor Longbottom's insistence on random selection.

"Really?" Lysander asked blandly.

"Yes," she said brightly and produced a long pink satin ribbon from a pocket of her Gryffindor robes. "Here. This will look adorable on you and it matches your hat." She pushed the ribbon around the back of Lorcan's neck and then tied it, effectively collaring him.

Lysander glanced at Lorcan, whose hand was so tightly clenched on his wand that Lysander could clearly see his white knuckles. Rosalind reached up to straighten Lysander's hat, which today was a purple knit peppered with bright pink stars.

"There," she said with a happy sigh. "You're so cute I could eat you up."

Lysander grinned lazily, knowing it would be her last meal. His eyes slid once again to the one he fully intended would eat him up later. Lorcan's eyes gleamed with blue flame and Lysander shivered. Merlin, he loved it when Lorcan was possessive and fairly crackling with intensity. It had been days since they had crossed the final hurdle in their relationship and Lysander half-feared that Lorcan would regress back to his tough stance.

He absolutely refused to let that happen and had already set plans in motion.

Rosalinda trotted away and Lorcan relaxed. Lysander reached up to caress the pink ribbon, already imagining where it would be tied later that night.

His cock twitched in anticipation and his brother frowned, obviously picking up on Lysander's good mood and wondering at it. Lysander began to whistle tunelessly and went back to his project, leaving the pink ribbon around his neck.

He would let Lorcan stew.