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A very merry-un-birthday.

Who: Cyrus Onikous + YOU
Tone: Festive. Unfortunately festive.
Rating: VARIES. Depends on the character.
When: Late Afternoon/Evening of May 16th
Where: TBD? Depends if you're going to the awkward party of seeing him in the halls, or class, or what have you.
What: Cyrus is 32. Cyrus is not happy about this. Someone decided to throw him a birthday party. Cyrus decides to sob and drink away his sorrows because NOPE. HE IS NOT GOING TO BE CELEBRATING GETTING OLDER.

[Cyrus was not happy. No. Not happy at all. He dreaded May 16th with a passion, each year since he was in his fifth year at Hogwarts. A less than stellar party was planned, and less than stellar shenanigans ensued, and since then? Birthdays were a curse to the Greek rune-o-phile. So, he'll just be skulking around, most likely prepared to become very frustrated or chew you out for wishing him a happy birthday. Go on. Do it. Celebrate his birthday. It'll be funny.]

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[Peter is happy! As much because he always is as anything else though. He's walking down the halls with a bounce in his step and a tune carelessly on his lips.

At least until he sees Cyrus. The tune dies as he grins, very very brightly. He hasn't gotten a chance to talk to the other teacher much at all yet. Here one is.]

Afternoon! Great day isn't it?

[Peter. Peter watch this. Watch as Cyrus's standard line face slowly sinks into that of an outright scowl, because good heavens, why did you have to bring up it being a good day.]

No, it's awful.

[And Peter looks slightly confused at the response.]

Why is it awful? Good weather and happy students. No explosions that I'm aware of!

Did your classes go poorly?

[He sighs, bringing a hand to his face to rub at the bridge of his nose.]

Peter, how old are you again? Your twenties, right?

I'm twenty-- [He pauses and then laughs at himself.] Twenty one now! I can't believe I forgot! The excitement of moving in and starting a new job I guess.

Why are you asking?

When you hit your thirties, you will understand my exasperation as to why, on this ironically pleasant day, I'm wallowing in self-hatred for the time being.

[And he tries to flash a smile, but it's strained, and altogether uneasy.]

[Murdoc decided it would be in poor form not to attend. He sees the grumpy looking Cyrus off to the side and decides now would be a good time to wish him well. Pity he's never been particularly good at reading social cues.]

Cyrus. [Nod.]

[He's standing there looking as rigid as possible, nursing what is probably his third drink of the hour, and is looking surprisingly composed. He kept telling himself he didn't drink. He should have known teaching would do this to him. This is why he didn't drink.

He just grunts lowly when approached by Murdoc, rolling his eyes.]

Ath long ath you don't antagonithe me, you are allowed to thtand next to me and talk to me.

[Maybe this was more like his fifth.]

[He makes a strange face at Cyrus. On the one hand, it's a scowl at being grunted at and for the implication that he was there with the intent to bother him. On the other hand, it was a face that was surprised not to have been dismissed right away.]

I'm not goin' to say happy birthday, don't worry.

[He gives a short nod, corner of his lip quirking into a slight smile before he sighs heavily, and sips his drink.]

Good man. Everyone ith acting like thith party ith to thelebrate my birthday or thomething equally as unfulfilling.

[And then he groans.]

Oh wait, that'th ekthactly what thith ith.

[Rhys has only come to this farce of a party because he thinks it might bother Sal and Di. He's not actually much for large celebrations like this, or at least ones where he has no control over the festivities. Besides, it'll probably make Cyrus uncomfortable, too, and that's always an enjoyable sight - the Greek thrown off but yet another completely ordinary event.

So the big man lurks, and when he sees his moment, he attacks. His moment being a time when Cy is talking to several other people - Rhys steps up behind him and slides a hand familiarly over the Runes professor's hip, smiling pleasantly at the other people talking to the Greek as he leans in to murmur softly in the smaller man's ear]

Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else, with my prick shoved up you to make you sing for me? Or I suppose we could just duck under one of these tables.

[Cyrus already felt the flush starting once Rhys spoke. He had become used to the random gestures and displays of affection towards him since he and Rhys sort of unofficially started being a thing. But it was always the lewd comments that sent him over the edge. He raised a hand towards the people he was speaking with.]

Will you excuse us for a moment, the professor seems to have some urgent business to discuss with me.

[It didn't necessarily mean he was going to bring the older man into the next room and ride him until the party ended. No, that was for after hours. Instead, Cyrus just pulled the man off to the side and turn to face him, expression accusatory.]

Rhys, what on earth do you think you're doing? Those are some of my seventh year students who already suspect something between us and I certainly do not need my students looking at me each day, wondering if I had relations the previous night. I know you were whispering, but good heavens, they must have heard you!

[Aww, so flustered and so quickly.]

[Rhys just grins his usual sly, salacious grin that says, almost as explicitly as his earlier lewd words, what he's thinking about.] Yes, good thing they were seventh years, wasn't it? At least they might have some idea of what I was talking about - it doesn't behoove me as an educator to confuse the children. Do you think I should go explain exactly what I meant? I'm sure I can find a board to draw a diagram on ...

[Oh lord. Cyrus's face just slowly melts away into a deep flush, his shoulders raising upwards as if to make himself seem as tiny as possible. Oh Rhys. Why, why must you say things like that.]

Rhys, no. Absolutely not. I'm already humiliated enough as it is. I'm trying to be a good host for a party I didn't even want or throw, but I seem to have to mingle with just about everyone here, so I would appreciate it if we kept the lewd semantics to a minimum until people start to leave. After the majority of the crowd has dispersed, you are welcome to make me feel as uncomfortable as possible, because by then I may have enough liquor in me to be receptive. But as of right now, could we please keep things quiet? It's like you want them to know that we are sort of an item. You know, the type that you find in a clearance bin that you wouldn't expect to be in a clearance bin!

I wouldn't consider the Great Hall a bin. [Rhys says thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.] Nor were you particularly cheap. Quite a delightful challenge, if I remember correctly, and I do.

[He tilts his head to one side, smiling, one of the rarer ones that isn't mostly smirk.] If you hate this party so much, come away with me.

You know what I mean, Rhys. I was making an analogy at hour our meeting, and how my odd, and unexpected attraction to you is not something the average joe would bet their money on! [He just sighs a little, raising a hand up and positioning it at his face so he could rub his eyes behind his glasses.]

...I'd love to Rhys, but this was organized for me and as much as I would cherish leaving this damn thing, I have to stay around here just...mingle.

[He actually shudders at the word "mingle".]

No, you don't. [Rhys glances around the room, his dark eyes taking in all the guests with an almost palpable contempt, a side he seldom let anyone see, before he smiled again.]

It's one of the advantages about being secretly trysting with such a wicked fellow as me. No one will blame you if I drag you off. [He looks back at the younger man, his smile turning wolfish.] I might just do that, anyway, with or without your permission. If you came willingly it might cause less of a scene, though. Unless you're in the mood for moonlit rooftop chases ...

[Within the pit of hist stomach his nerves churned, reminding him that Rhys was a rather dangerous man, and that he could easily take Cyrus out of the room without being stopped. It wasn't so much that he scared him. But rather he didn't want to cause a scene. He hated chaos.]

Alright, Rhys. I'll come. Quietly. But nothing much, understand. I still want to be able to check in, so it doesn't look like I've completely vanished.

Don't worry. [Rhys's smile didn't lose any of its wolfishness.] I have no intention of devouring you whole. Yet.

[And with that, he drew the younger man out into the hall, away from the party.] Decided not to tell me it was your birthday, hm? How old are you now, 22? 23?

[His eyes narrow as he stares at Rhys, and his arms actually cross over his chest as he's led from the room to the hallway.]

I know you like your partners younger, but I'm thirty-two now. If I'd been twenty-two, I would never have consented to anything, understand?

[raises an eyebrow] What makes you think I like my partners younger?

[He narrows his eyes, one brow quirking upwards.]

Well, for starters, I'm half your age.

And so you imagine all my past partners were your age? Or that I'm not attracted to you for your other qualities? Your age, my dear boy, could be entirely incidental. [It wasn't, though Rhys didn't always go for younger partners. He found the other wizard's youth charming, though.]

I think they might just be perks to me being so young. [HOWEVER. Cyrus is smiling as he says this. It might be because he's been trying to drink away his frustration with the day, but it also might be that he...genuinely is enjoying being around the man.]

Weren't you just trying to tell me you aren't so young? [Rhys asks archly, but he raises his hand, stroking his thumb along the corner of Cy's mouth as if to test if the smile is real. Then he takes the other professor's hand and tugs him into an empty classroom, closing the door neatly behind them.]

I'm young compared to you. But I'm getting up there. Eight years I'll be forty. And, well, frankly, that unsettles me.

[He tugs his head a little bit, surprised that Rhys is already pulling out the physical flirting. But, he actually keeps the smile, mostly due to how easily the man takes his hand and pulls him into the room.]

A classroom? Really? How cliche.

You were the one who said I wasn't allowed to drag you off. I'm just trying to play your game properly. [Rhys shrugs, and unlaces his fingers from Cy's.] But don't worry, I have more interesting plans for later. I do hope you're not busy tonight.

[His hand feels naked once Rhys pulls his hand away and neatly tucks it into his pants pocket.]

I had a feeling that might be the case, so yes, I am free if that's what you're asking.

You don't have any particular married couple that'll miss you? [Rhys asks archly.] Because this will take all night.

[He laughs, his cheeks warming up rather quickly.]

We did something last night. They...had a feeling something might come up for tonight.

Oh? And what did you do? [Rhys's tone doesn't change at all - he's far too good at controlling his reactions to let any annoyance or jealousy show - but the question lacks his usual amused edge.]

Nothing you need to concern yourself with. It was just a celebration for my birthday. They're the only ones who ever make it any fun, anyways.

[He's smiling, and it is genuine. And he's not lying, Rhys. No need to get jealous.]

[Smiling about activities done with friends that he claims are the only people he really loves, and has sex with, and then not detailing said activities is probably not a good way to avert jealousy, Cy.]

Truly a challenge, when it comes to you.

[Sex has kind of...mostly stopped between them. He's cut it to a minimum because, he's...actually trying to pursue something with you, Rhys.]

I'm sorry? What do you mean?

[Rhys shrugs again.] It simply seems a day you're none too fond of, and obviously, despite your youth, the aging process holds no joy for you.

Well, it's not only my birthday we celebrate. It was my birthday when we all realized that we were close. So it's almost like a reunion for us. Even if we see one another so frequently.

[But he seems a bit unhappy to think about it...]

I honestly try and just sleep through my birthday.

[Rhys isn't happy to think about it either, so that makes two of them.] I'm afraid I can't allow that. But I can promise you'll have other things to think about.

[He seems to be in a slightly foul mood. Rhys reminded him of his aging and he wasn't too happy.]

And just what might those things be?

Guess. [Raises an eyebrow - and really, it is a little funny that Cy seems to have no problem saying it's disturbing that he'll hit forty in EIGHT YEARS, to a man already well into his sixties. The lack of social grace and occasional self-centeredness of the Runes professor doesn't fail to amuse, even if the older man doesn't particularly care to think of whatever his younger companion was doing with his other two lovers.]

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I already know, don't I?

[He says this, sounding a little bored, but mildly annoyed still.]

It figures as much that you might want me to guess.

[Rhys laughs.] You know, I don't think you really do. Or not all of it. Are you calling me predictable, anwylyd?

Not predictable, just that you've heavily implied some things by now.

[The big man closes the distance between them, so he's looming over Cy again, and raises his hand to draw his fingers along the younger man's jaw.] I'll be happy to surprise you, then. [His voice drops lower, almost gentle.]

Do remember to bring a cloak tonight.

[Cyrus just glances up at him as he gets closer, fingers lightly touching him. His lips quirk into a slight smile, albeit a curious one.]

What for?

You're a professor, Cyrus, you should know by now what cloaks are for. [Rhys teases, tilting the younger man's face up to his.]

[He shrugged somewhat, nearly laughing off the slightly smug sound to Rhys's voice as he speaks to him.]

If you say so.

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