Prompt Post #2

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  ROUND 2

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FINISHED Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (25/25)

[(Anonymous)]

Newt had never imagined that organising a marriage could be as complicated as it actually was. It didn't mean he regretted his offer to marry Percival properly, but it did make it all that little bit more confusing. He stared at the book that Queenie had offered him, and then put his head down in a sense of despair. Omegas were meant to be good at this kind of thing, and to him it felt like just another way that he had failed. Another expectation he could never meet.

Generally, he didn't care about what omegas were expected to be. But it was different when he wanted to make Percival happy. He wanted to get this right. He groaned and closed his eyes.

"You know, pillows are right over there." Percival murmured, walking up behind him and resting his hand on Newt's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"There's so much." Newt murmured. "And none of it matters. We need invites and table centres and..."
"I don't care." Percival said softly, ruffling Newt's hair. "All I need there is you. And I'd like your brother there too, because he's my best friend and your brother. There's no point in anything else."
"Thank you." Newt whispered, sending the book to one side and picking up a piece of paper, writing a list. There were only a few invites to send.

***

The second time, Newt didn't wear white, or pale blue. He wore his normal clothes, including the coat that Theseus had charmed for him. Percival stood waiting in front of Picquery, wearing his auror robes, as Theseus walked by Newt's side. Newt leaned on his brother a little, glancing down at the niffler who looked thoroughly indignant about being put on a leash.

Newt stopped when he reached Percival, turning towards him and bowing slightly. Percival smiled and cleared his throat.
“I, Percival Graves, take you, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, as my equal, my bonded mate and spouse. I promise to care for you, to cherish and love you for all the days of my life, as we set off on this new adventure together.” Newt thrilled slightly to hear the changed vows, no longer being guarded and protected but seen as an equal. He swallowed, before fumbling through his own lines.

“I, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, accept you, Percival Graves, as my equal, my bonded mate and spouse. I promise to stand by your side and face our future adventures and journeys together, and to love you for all the days of my life.” He managed to stumble through the words without too many mistakes, and Percival smiled at him, the President speaking softly. When the time came for rings, Percival reached down to the niffler, tipping it upside down and retrieving a jet ring set with silver, which he placed onto Newt's hand beside the jet one that was already waiting there.

The ceremony continued, Percival biting down on his bonding mark with a little more force than he had the previous time, leaving Newt weak at the knees. Then the two of them danced together, before Theseus insisted on a dance, first with Percival and then with Newt. Newt found there were a number of people who wanted to dance with him: Tina, Queenie, Jacob, and of course Percival. At one point, he even saw the boy that had been rescued from Grindelwald, leaning against a pillar, and then smiling at Queenie when she approached. Eventually, Newt started to feel a little tired. He reached for Percival's hand.

"Can we leave now?"
Percival gathered Newt into his arms, holding him close before he apparated both of them to their own house, their own bedroom. He kissed Newt softly.
"You did so wonderfully today." He murmured, and Newt felt a faint blush across his face. He returned the kiss. He glanced towards the bed, and swallowed a little.
"We don't need to do this." Percival said firmly. "I got to marry you. I got to tell the world that you are my equal, to declare my love for you without shame or fear of the future. I don't need anything more than that."

"I know." Newt answered, backing towards the bed, and running his hands over Percival's arms. "And I'm sticking to what we agreed. You even think about knotting me, and I'm going to test the divorce laws we've been working on." He smiled as he said it, and Percival nodded.
"I wouldn't dare." Percival agreed. "You are far too frightening when angry."

Newt smiled a little at that, trusting Percival's word. Percival reached for his own jacket first, removing his coat, waistcoat and shirt with practiced ease. This wasn't the first time that Newt had seen him without a shirt on, but he was still drawn to him, appreciating his appearance for a few moments before he tried to focus. Percival moved closer, reaching for Newt's hands, encouraging him to touch the expanse of skin, and Newt did, leaning in to kiss there, mapping where his husband liked to be touched, where he wanted contact.

After a few minutes, Percival's hands reached for Newt's own coat, carefully unbuttoning the waistcoat beneath, and sliding it and the shirt Newt was wearing away. Newt gasped as Percival leaned in, trailing soft kisses across Newt's skin. Newt moaned softly at the sensation, rocking against the touch. Percival paused as he reached the waistband of Newt's trousers, lifting his head to look into Newt's eyes.

"I'll start with touching, like we said. If it gets too much, say?" He asked him softly, and Newt nodded his agreement. They had already discussed this all a dozen times. Newt arched as Percival gently moved Newt's trousers and underwear down, his hand reaching out to stroke along Newt's length. Newt moaned, squirming a little - the sensation was different, but not unpleasant. He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, focusing on the fact he was free, that Percival was there.
"Could you... could you take off your trousers please?" He asked, and was rewarded by Percival doing as he requested. It didn't feel right to be naked and exposed while Percival was still dressed. Newt's eyes widened slightly when he saw Percival's cock, but he reminded himself it wouldn't be something he had to do. He leaned in and kissed Percival, and Percival provided an amazing distraction with another gentle squeeze of the hand.

"I'd like to use my mouth on you." Percival murmured. "If that's okay?"
Newt nodded, whimpering as Percival kissed down his thighs before a hot wet sensation wrapped around his cock, and his hips shook slightly. Between that and Percival's earlier touches, it was not long before he spilled himself in Percival's mouth, panting desperately. He lay back on the sheets, panting, as Percival trailed kisses back up his body.
"Thank you." Newt whispered, feeling the pressure of Percival's length on his thigh. Rather than allowing his nerves to show, he returned the kiss.
"You don't have to do anything." Percival reminded him, and somehow those kind words were enough to push him into action. He reached down, gently stroking Percival.

His movements were clumsy and inexperienced, but judging by the moans that Percival made they still felt good. After a few hesitant strokes Percival's hand wrapped around his own, teaching him how he could bring pleasure without ever having to worry himself with a knot. He tried to learn from Percival's silent instruction, focusing on the pleasure that he could provide for him. It seemed to work, as Percival's stomach tensed a little. He observed the shows of pleasure his husband gave - the tensing of muscles, the soft noises, the way he rocked up into Newt's hand. When Percival climaxed, Newt gave him a nervous glance. Percival vanished the mess that coated Newt's hand, and pulled him into his arms.
"You... you are incredible." He murmured. Newt wasn't sure if Percival was reacting to the bond, but the sensation he felt against him was one of safety and hope. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. He was home.

***

The next morning, Percival woke slowly to find that Newt was curled up on his chest. His hand reached to stroke along the line of Newt's spine, touched that Newt had managed to sleep beside him with no fabric separating their bodies. He pressed a gentle kiss to the omega's forehead, then frowned when he noticed an owl at the window. He frowned, hoping that this wouldn't be MACUSA business. He had managed to take a few days off, to travel around with Newt, and he didn't want to be called away. He opened the window wandlessly, and Newt slowly looked up, stretching and cuddling close.
"Hey Oliver..." He greeted the owl, holding out his hand. The owl landed on his wrist, its huge talons careful of Newt's delicate skin. Newt removed the two letters that it held, and then the owl flew away once more.
"Theseus wrote to you." Newt explained, handing over the first letter then frowning.

"He wrote to both of us."

Percival took the letter he was offered, opening it with a sense of trepidation. Theseus had certainly seemed to be alright with the marriage yesterday, but things could be different now. He opened the envelope and flinched.
Percival, I swear if you hurt him I will hunt you down and kill you. He deserves the best. He is my baby brother and I am relying on you to ensure that no harm comes to him.

He paused when he heard a giggle from Newt.
"Anything good?"
Newt handed over his letter, and Percival returned the gesture.
Newt, I swear if you hurt him when he doesn't deserve it I will hunt you down and feed you to the hippogriffs. Percival deserves the best. He is my best friend and I am relying on you to ensure that no harm comes to him.
"Oh." Percival murmured, and Newt smiled, leaning up to brush his lips against Percival's own.
"I think it's his way of saying good luck." Newt translated effortlessly. "Now come on. You promised me adventures."
Percival smiled and nodded, standing up from bed and going to dress. Behind him, Newt snuggled into the warm patch in the quilt.
"Come on then Newt. We've got mountains to climb."