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It's not gay if we fight monsters

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and Peter Banks
TONE: Awkward, Snarky and Adventure filled
RATING: TBA
WHEN: THE FUTURE. Whenever Peter gets back from his holidays.
WHERE: The Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Something is going on in the forest, so the two manliest teachers ~~who happened to be there~~ are sent to deal with it.
STATUS: Ongoing

It's a brisk evening at Hogwarts as Murdoc makes his way across the grounds toward the Forbidden Forest. He's been informed of strange goings on from within the forest, presumably the fault of one of the beasts that lurk inside. As the resident Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher, he's been asked to investigate the fishy business. It's unlikely that it could be caused by dark witches or wizards, but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

Not to mention he's been moping around the castle or hiding up in his quarters since a few important life changes occured. He's been moodier than ever and even more difficult to deal with, sending him into the forests seemed like a rational idea. Not that he'd be alone, of course. Who better to send as teamwork than the young, enthusiatic flying teacher with a knack for care of magical creatures? Naturally, it only serves as a benefit to the plan that the young man is insufferably cheerful and unlikely to be put down by the foul mood of the older professor.

Murdoc has his wand held close, later it will be used as a light source, but for now it is unneeded. On his shoulder he carries what looks to be a light and almost empty bag, while truthfully he's placed an extension charm on it. He's not the sort to wander off into the Forbidden Forest unprepared, so he's packed at least two bottles of booze.

He's aware that he's meant to be meeting with someone on the outskirts of the forest, but he has no idea who. God, he hopes they aren't irritating.

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"Him?" Peter bursts out laughing. "Oh no, it wasn't him that gave me these at all. I think he's still too intimidated by my skill to even think of something like that!"

Once the laughter fades to chuckles he continues. "I won't deny I've been teasing him a bit. A skilled teacher should never be so easily intimidated and jealous of another's skills. He wouldn't have been hired if he wasn't good."

He slows and comes to an eventual stop, knowing they'll be nearing one of the unicorn's groves soon, and pondering the issue of Murdoc. The unicorns know him well enough by now not to care that he's a man but they usually don't take well to men. There's either leaving Murdoc to his own devices or a fun charm he knows. Decisions, decisions.

"I wasn't sure if he was a teacher or some bloke who just wandered into the school with a broom."

He wants to ask if not him, then who, but he's pried enough. He doesn't want to give Peter the impression that he might actually care where he's shoving what and with who.

He looks around him as he stops, not seeing anything particularly special or worth stopping for.

"What is it?"

"Oh he's a teacher! I checked." Peter laughs and stretches, hissing a little as an unexpected soreness pops up now that he's thinking about it. Then he pulls out his wand.

"The unicorns are right past here. You do know how they react to men, don't you? We need to counter that. Now hold still--"

He doesn't give Murdoc time to object before performing the charm. It's a complicated one, but one he's used before on himself and he shivers just remembering the cold tingling of it taking effect. Specialized Disillusionment charms are still Disillusionment charms, after all.

"There! All better. They should perceive you as a woman now." And so will everyone else, he doesn't say.

"I'm not convinced."

"Why do we need to see the unicorns?" He has so much more to say but he's interrupted by a wand suddenly being brandished in his direction.

He shivers himself as the spell takes effect, his hands twitch at his side, wanting to pat at his chest curiously. Other than that, he doesn't really feel all that different.

However, his voice goes up just a little in pitch as he berrates Peter. "Oi! Don't go about flailin' your wand at me without proper warnin'! What have you done?"

"Because when nasty things enter the forest they usually go after the unicorns first. This season is a delicate time for them!"

Peter laughs at Murdoc's new vocal tone and wonders if Murdoc is aware of how feminine it seems. "And it's just a simple Dissilusionment charm; I'll take it off when we're done! You'd make a fine woman, Murdoc."

Letting his eyes wander so purposefully is mostly teasing, but a little bit because Murdoc is attractive and the spell just twists what's there. Of course, Peter is capable of finding almost anyone attractive.

In an act of defiance and sudden self conciousness, he folds his arms over his chest whilst scowling at Peter. He still can't peg what's wrong with him, but being called a woman doesn't seem to stir any objections in him, despite part of him knowing it's an inaccurate word to describe him.

"Like hell I would, Banks. Keep your eyes to yourself and keep walkin'!"

The man is just asking to be teased. How could Peter turn down begging like that? He just doesn't know if he could. All at once he's leaning forward well into Murdoc's personal space, tone soft and smooth like velvet. It's a struggle to keep the laugh out of his voice or the smirk off his face but he manages. Mostly. There's still more than a fair share of mischief in his eyes.

"If I'd known making you feel curvy would make you shy I'd have done this a while ago!" It's impossible to really see past the charm, so his senses register a woman before him, even though he knows very well Murdoc is a man. He likes the curves, honestly. It's a charming look.

A soft pink is slowly building over Murdoc's face, gradually becoming a darker shade of red. He sputters at first, trying to move away from the other in a less than graceful manner. Then he begins to stammer, not finding the words he wants to say readily available.

He tries to make eye contact, to glare at the other and tell him to knock it off. The gleam puts him totally off the mark and he sputters again, looking at everyone but Peter. He's sure he isn't serious in his flirtatious attempts, he's just a kid trying to get an old man to do something stupid. Murdoc loathes it.

"I said, keep. walkin'."

Oh what a lovely little blush. Peter can't hold back the grin anymore, but it's colored by a definite interest seeping into the teasing. He doesn't let Murdoc back off, pursuing with almost predatory intent and then leans in to whisper against Murdoc's ear. Still ostensibly teasing, but he does mean what he's saying. "With that sweet, rosy glow, you must be drowning in suitors."

Then he backs off, rakes his eyes down Murdoc as much for his own enjoyment as for the teasing and slips off further into the woods as if nothing happened. Just through the trees is a very pleasant glade with a small herd of unicorns. The reason for Peter's concern is instantly apparent. Spring is foaling season, and there are some very young foals and some still pregnant mares. He goes still at the very edge and calls out in a very soft voice, waiting for them to come to him.

He chides himself in his head for the shiver that travels down his spine. To his credit, it had been a long time. A very, very long time. Eons. Frustratingly long eons. However, that did not make the man in front of him any less irritating and any less of his co-worker. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to feel the warmth of his muscular frame against his silky, soft cur- REALLY NOW THIS IS HORRIBLY INAPPROPRIATE.

He's bright red at this point, his mouth opening and closing as ghosts of insults pass by without ever becoming solid words. He mutters a 'finally' as Peter turns away and he shakes his head, shadowing him as he stalks off.

When the other stops he almost breaks his nose on his back, he opens his mouth to tell him off for stopping so quickly but forgets once he catches sight of the herd over Peter's shoulder.

Peter catches the shiver just as he turns away, and vows to tease even more once he's checked up on the unicorns. He wonders how long it will take for Murdoc to remember the charm--

But the thought is gone as one of the unicorns approaches. An old mare, with bright eyes that are clearly pleased to see Peter, though she whinnies and does a little nervous dance when she catches sight of Murdoc. Peter immediately steps forward, crooning in a soothing voice and patting her nose and neck until she's calm. The words he's saying are nonsense, really, but the tone speaks of someone well used to working with animals. Soft and almost lyrical, bouncing between different languages with no rhyme or reason but to create the effect Peter is going for.

He proceeds to thoroughly ignore Murdoc in favor of personally saying hello in the same manner to each of the unicorns, though the unicorns seem well aware of Murdoc's presence.

Murdoc watches with feigned disinterest. He's by no means a nature boy like Peter, but he's still quietly excited to be so close to the notoriously shy beasts. Not that he cares, no. He'd rather they proceeded into the instead of stuffing about petting mutated horses.

He attempts to fold his arms to express his impatience, it's difficult at first, he feels like something should be preventing his arms from pressing so close to his chest. He shrugs it off, but it only serves to sour his temper even more.

Hellos given, Peter finally pays attention to to Murdoc again, half-turning and holding his hand out. "Don't be rude. Come over and say hello!"

He makes a come here gesture insistently, and for their parts the unicorns look calmer and some are rather interested in the other teacher.

"I'm NOT.." He starts, then realises he's going to startle the poor creatures. He lowers his voice to a seething mutter. "I'm not bein' rude..."

He scuffs at the ground. "I don't want to."

"Nonsense. Now get off your arse and come say hello. They want to meet you!" Peter takes a couple steps towards Murdoc, hand still extended, and fully planning on dragging him over bodily in the most annoying way he can think of if this second entreaty doesn't work.

"I'm not on my arse..." He grumbles and protests and yet he's already legging it toward Peter. He keeps a wary eye on the unicorns, not knowing if they trust him or how they're likely to react if he starts pummelling Peter with his fists.

Best leave it to later, he thinks to himself. Though the hateful look he's throwing Peter is enough indication. He ignores the hand and steps closer, still hanging behind the other and looking over his shoulder.

Peter isn't about to allow such standoffishness. It makes the unicorns nervous again, and a couple young ones start snorting and pawing the ground. Quick as a whip, he turns and slides his arms around Murdoc, pulling the man close like a lover. He can't resist a little bit of a jibe and whispers softly against Murdoc's ear. "Remember how much you love me, babe."

But he tightens the grip subtly, as a warning not to struggle and speaks more loudly. "Relax! Put away that sour look and relish a sight few ever get to see. Doesn't it lift your heart?"

Murdoc tries to back peddle away as soon as Peter's hands slide onto him. This wasn't at all the adventure he had imagined it to be, though it didn't seem disappointing. Just, terribly and horribly embarrassing and annoying.

He shakes his head at Peter because he's incapable of a coherent disagreement to that whispered lie. He's feeling himself getting more and more irritated and the unicorns are watching and he feels so awkward and his emotions are welling up. What in god's name did that boy do to him? This is a horrible charm! Suddenly he doesn't know if he wants to cry or to yell or to grab Peter and kiss him.

So he punches him. In the jaw. In front of the unicorns.

Peter is ducking before he's even consciously aware that Murdoc is throwing a punch. It's a glancing blow, and he reels back, looking entirely shocked.

And then suddenly every single unicorn is on the far edge of the meadow, snorting and pawing the ground with nerves. That's when he suddenly looks furious. "What are you on? You don't do that in front of them!"

His wand is out, and he's pretty skilled at nonverbal spells. Full body bind is a simple one to cast.

"I shouldn't have brought you at all."

Murdoc is flicking his wrist while the unicorns dash away from him. He's not entirely sure where that punch came from, but damn his wrist hurts now.

He looks stunned as Peter casts the spell and doesn't respond to his question. Mostly because he can't, but also because he doesn't know what to say. He really hates feeling guilty and it was...somewhat rude of him to strike Peter. Even if Peter was being indecent.

So, instead of responding, he stares at Peter with his big, grey eyes. Big, moist, guilty and grey eyes that look so confused and hurt and sorry.

Something minutely softens in his expression and he sighs. Another wandflick dissolves the bodybind and he nearly growls, still angry. "Out. And wait for me. By Merlin if you get into any trouble at all... I will put that bind back on and levitate you right back to the castle. I will leave you for someone else to take it off."

Then he turns to the unicorns, trying to sooth them. But the glance he shoots back is kind of guilty too.

Murdoc scowls at Peter and mutters a very soft, very forced apology. He hunches his shoulders as he trudges away from the other man.

He feels guilty and he hates it. He shouldn't feel guilty! Peter was asking for it! If he expected any other reaction for that he was daft.

He casts a glance over his shoulder at Peter but quickly faces the front again as their eyes meet.

It doesn't take Peter long to calm the unicorns down and he leaves right after. He looks exasperated when he tracks down where Murdoc is. Congratulations for getting him other than cheery.

"What the ever-loving hell, man? Fine. Maybe I was teasing a little more than I should have and I'm sorry for that but!"

Murdoc is currently sulking against a tree. His arms are folded across his chest and he's glaring at the ground as if it's at fault somehow.

He looks up and at Peter as he speaks, unintentionally giving him an extreme deer in the headlights expression.

"Don't blame me! You were the one actin' like a child!"

"A little teasing isn't something to get that worked up over! I wasn't entirely teasing anyway--"

Oh. Wait. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that. Oh well. Moving on. "I do apologize for taking that a little far. But you need to be more mindful around the unicorns."

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