I Do What I Want (Drarry)

The Last Sacrifice

Authors Notes: Not entirely sure what kind of warning this chapter needs. It is a darker chapter with some blood in it. So that may cause a trigger warning.             

             Ethan started running towards the front door before a little voice in the back of his mind reminded him of Noah's words. 'Walk with dignity love. Running is beneath you.' Ethan shook his head with a fond smile. Even if Noah had a funny way of doing things, Ethan couldn't help but listen to the man. Ethan closed the door quietly just in case Noah was working.

            "Noah are you home?" Ethan asked as he put his coat up. No answer. Hmm, that was odd. Noah was usually always home at this time. Ethan walked further down the hall and had to cover his nose with his hands. Yes, Noah was definitely home. Nothing but the stench of his potions would make that smell. Ethan pushed open the door leading to Noah's work station.

            Ethan smiled softly as he watched his husband busy at work. Noah's normally pristine blond hair was falling into his face. Noah puffed pushing his hair back unaware of the audience. Ethan watched as Noah made an angry noise and crossed out something on his parchment before adding more ingredients to the bubbling potion. It was grey and looked ghastly. He hoped Noah wasn't going to ask him to taste it. Ethan loved his husband, he really did but that was not something he would be doing. Lines had to be crossed somewhere.

            Whatever his husband was making it was not turning out the way he planned. Noah scrunched his eyes and thrust his hands into his hair in frustration. "Bloody hell."

            Ethan walked all the way into the room holding up a hand to block the sun from his face. "Language love. I thought that cursing was against your pureblood morals or something like that." Ethan said with a chuckle.

            Noah looked up and smiled widely at Ethan causing Ethan's heart to start beating faster. Even after ten years of marriage that smile never ceased to make him weak in the knees. Noah walked to Ethan and pulled him into a hug.

            Ethan gripped his husband tightly loving the feel of his strong muscled arms around him. He inhaled deeply expecting to smell the rich aroma that was just Noah but instead coughed heavily when a foul odor reached his nostrils.

            "What is that smell?" Ethan asked taking a step back from Noah and waving his hand through the air. Noah frowned, he couldn't smell anything.

            "Could be my potion." Noah offered with amusement coloring his voice. Ethan glared at his husband, shooting nervous glances to whatever was in that cauldron. He was afraid to ask. Some things are better left unsaid.

            Ethan frowned when he noticed how much tension was in his lover's stance. He stepped forward and started rubbing Noah's shoulders. Noah groaned and dropped his head back to rest on Ethan's shoulders. Ethan smiled softly as he could feel the tension leaving the straining muscles. "What is the matter?" Ethan said nuzzling Noah's neck before placing a kiss underneath his ear.

            Noah was making little content noises so it took a moment for him to form a reply, much to Ethan's amusement. "My potion, angel. It isn't turning out how I had hoped." Despite Noah's sad tone, Ethan couldn't help but sigh when his husband called him that. It sent a little thrill through him every time.

            "What are trying to make this time?" Ethan asked curiously. Noah was brilliant at potions, the world was turning a new leaf and potions were on the up rise. Alchemy just wasn't cutting it anymore and his husband wanted to change the world with potions. Ethan knew that Noah could do it, he was a master with his hands. Give him a couple ingredients and a cauldron and Noah would walk away with something incredible.