Knocking some Sense back in (Idris)

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Keir had been holed up at his office at the ministry ever since the news that Hogwarts was on fire. Well, he'd first ensured that his kids were safe before he'd actually started work. After that things had somewhat spiralled out of control. He'd become angry and resentful as some within the ministry had put part of the blame on his desk. He'd been working tirelessly ever since, sleeping at the office and ignoring any and all social obligations. So far it had worked wonders, in the sense that things were getting done.

He was quite aware people at the office were intimidated by his new demeanor and that he had not yet made any sort of positive impression on the new minister for magic (which he currently couldn't care less about) except for perhaps in his work ethic and commitment. So when the knock on the door came that day he was everything but pleased. He'd been ignoring Idris as well, which was one of the few things he felt some regret about. His mate and bond would probably not be overly amused and Dis had a bit of a short temper. No doubt he'd be sporting more than a few bruises after their next meeting.

So as the door opened and he saw his mate in the door frame his heart both leapt and sank at the same time. It was odd, as Keir cared deeply for the other man but there was nothing romantic between the two of them. There was just something that Keir believed was the closest one could come to soulmates in life. It had been weird at first, considering how different they were. Keir closed the door behind his mate from behind his desk and looked at his friend. "I'm sorry Idris. With all the mess going on with Hogwarts I don't have time." His voice was calmer around Dis, but he couldn't deny his entire body was tense with pent up frustration at the interruption. Even more so because he hadn't expected to see Idris here. Who had been running their mouth?

@idris
[If you wanna hop into the fight, can you lock the door behind them? xD]

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It seemed as though the entire wizarding world had paused when this was first announced. Idris didn't ponder much about it. Those who were worried about friends or family, he sympathized with them, but not much more. That was, until some time later when he received a a phone call from someone he hadn't expected. It was Keir's wife. He had met Keir a while back, and their was more than just a connection there. He only later realized that the two were bonded. It was a strange feeling, but also one that seemed perfectly natural. Naturally he knew of the man's wife, and that he had kids, though he hadn't met any of the children. He wasn't sure if he wanted to. It was strange enough having the wife's number programed into his phone. The younger werewolf didn't mind being ignored by the older one. He figured that Keir was going through some rough times as of late, seeing as he worked for the education system. Idris didn't envy him one bit. But still, they had made a habit of seeing his bonded mate quite often, so the lack of communication irked him. Keir would no doubt be expecting the hot headed one to take a few things out on him.

Everything seemed to boil over when his phone rang. It was Keir's wife. They didn't speak for long, and Idris garbed a six pack of beer, shoved them in a backpack and grabbed his helmet. Guess he wouldn't be able to spend the day lazing about. He hadn't planned on doing much, maybe work on some mechanic pieces that he had, or maybe work on some new tattoo ideas. Stupid B*st*rd!! It wasn't long until he was on the road. Making his way to the ministry wasn't too difficult, and he made his way past security. He growled where he was heading, and was given directions. He made his way to the man's office. He took a deep breath, knocking at the door before entering. Without waiting for a response, Idris grabbed the handle and opened it. In the door frame, he met his bonded mates eyes. The man seemed a mix of emotions, though Idris' eyes burned. Without saying a thing, the younger man dropped his helmet, containing his biking gloves, and his backpack. He then reached back, and without looking, locked the door. It would be best if they didn't have any interruptions. It could lead to all sorts of misunderstandings. He spoke, and Idris made his way around the desk to be in closer proximity to Keir. "I see." He said with little conviction. "Seems your just running in circles." He said casually as he leaned over to look at some of the work on the desk. But without much else warning, and moving quickly, he grabbed Keir's shirt, forcing the man to fully face Idris, as the younger man let out some of his rage, "Ya, piece o' sh*t!!" knocking his own hard head into the other mans.

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Keir valued Idris as much as his wife and children and he knew he'd do anything for the other man. It wasn't something he'd ever expected in his life, as his family had always come first. His family had just grown to include another person, odd as it was. So when the door opened and Idris pretty much stormed in, barely making time for anything at all but putting his things down, Keir knew what was coming. Maybe he even wanted it, despite never being able to admit it out loud. He was itching for a fight and craved it like a drug that he had sworn off. It was a deep seeded need that felt like it came from his very bones and try as he might, he wanted to give in to the addiction. That was where Idris was the perfect man, as he never paused to think before starting a fight when provoked or invited to do so. He could give Keir what he needed without Keir having to worry about his inability to throw the first punch. He simply couldn't throw nearly twenty years of self restraint out the window, no matter how much he longed to do so.

For a moment Keir was almost worried his mate wasn't going to punch him, but his worries easily proved pointless as Dis took only the shortest of moments to taunt and goad him just that tiny bit by saying he was running in circles. As if Keir wasn't aware of the fact that he was spending more time on putting out fires than on actually doing his job. He felt a low growl build in the back of his throat, like the rumbling of a thunderstorm in the distance. He didn't need to wait much longer as Idris easily grabbed his shirt and forced him to face him before slamming his head into that of Keir. It was all the provocation that Keir had really needed. In seconds he'd balled his first and slammed it full force into the face of the other man, fully intent on destroying as much of the furniture in his office as possible. If he knew one thing from his fights with Idris it was that it was most satisfying when neither of them pulled their punches too much. Right now Keir was definitively not working with much moderation, as he desperately needed the outlet that Idris was providing.

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Idris never thought he would ever become bonded with an older man. Though it was purely platonic, he still didn't seem to mind it. The strange thing, was the the man was married and had children. Their was some pain when he thought Keir's family. Part of him feared that he would destroy this one like his own crumbled as he grew. Dis had always been a loner. He even questioned if he even know what being apart of a family was like.

Idris was like a wild animal. His calm should only bring weariness to those who knew him. He was clearly mad, but his clam proved a clear head. He was thinking through his actions. That meant he wasn't acting from passion, which lead him to be even more dangerous than when impulsive. Over the time since he had met the man, they had fought often. It helped him blow off steam, and in a way, prevented him from unleashing his anger on others. The young werewolf was there for one main purpose. To help clear the head of his mate.

It was easy to start it, crashing his head into that of the other man, Idris was greeted with a fist to the face, but still he kept hold of the man through it. Keir had fought in the mines, but Idris had fought for money. For a time, it was his profession. And he was good at it. He wouldn't let a simple fist throw him off. Neither of them pulled their punches when it came to their fights. It was exhilarating, and always left him with a clearer head then before. Without skipping a beat, he lifted a leg up, jamming his knee hard into his stomach and ribs. And as such, the two werewolves attacked one another. With such a small space, it was inevitable that things would start breaking.

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There was a beauty to the organised destruction the two werewolves could accomplish together. While fighting in a gym or other envvironment there were few tools available to add to the chaos. Here in Keirs office? He knew every single item in the room and could blindly walk around. He didn't need his eyes to know his surroundings. So even if he felt the air knocked out of his lungs with the knee to the stomach it only fueled his need to destroy. The two were both durable and capable fighters, although Keir had long since accepted the other man had the advantage of youth to him. Yet what Keir lacked on that point he made up for in endurance, if nothing else. His will was made of iron and unbreakable, even if his body was a slightly different story.

His next attack was far more caculated, although not with the intention of actually hurting his mate. It was more that Idris provided a good reason to break the desk in two halves. Naturally all that followed was a meticulous destruction of every single piece of furniture in the room. Every single piece and the representation it held for Keir in the injustices, the losses, the blame and all the rage that had been building up in his system since the fire had begun it's rampage. Since neither of the two men had any intention of dodging most of the blows it would be a very destructive fight without a doubt. In fact, Keir was counting on it. That was why he was very glad and quite relieved that Idris had bothered to lock the door. Not that he expected anybody from outside law enforcement to even dare to try to disturb them with the noise that they were making...

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It always felt good to be in a fight with another. Especially one who was as skilled as he was. Normally when the two werewolves fought, they had more space. Whether it was a fighting ring in a gym, or an open air area. But this time, their area was much smaller, and filled with a number of breakable things. This being what it was, Idris was at a disadvantage. He didn't know the area as well as his mate did. That wouldn't stop him though. Their was no reason to hold back, and so Idris let everything out. Sure, he knew he'd give the old man some bruised and perhaps broken areas, but he'd expect the same treatment. Werewolves were a lot more stable than regular wizards. Though Idris did have the upper hand usually. The man had endurance, which meant that while Idris didn't hold back, but also had to endure until they had both fulfilled whatever pent up anger they had.

The man, using Idris' body broke the desk, which only fueled his anger. Piece by piece, the men broke seemingly everything inside the room, Ensuring that his backpack, and subsequent beer bottles were fairly unharmed, the younger werewolf didn't care what or how the office space was destroyed. There were a few hits that Idris dodged. But most of them, he just took, even if he could see them coming and could have dodged. He knew that the best way to release everything that had been bottled, was to make impact with your target.

The fight wasn't quiet, nor was it short. The two werewolves effectively destroyed the room they were in. He didn't think too much of it, but no one seemed to want to unlock and rush into the office. The sounds were probably enough to deture them. The crashing, banging, and obviously human like growling that came from behind the door. It was enough to scare away an innocent bystander.

In time, Idris lay on the floor, wreckage all around him. He breathed heavily, feeling quite some pain coming from his body. Man he hurt, all over. He was sure Keir was in the same shape, or maybe worse.

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At the end of the fight, Keir was pretty sure they had methodically destroyed every single piece of furniture in the office. Eventually the punches slowed down and lost strength so both men sat, breathing heavily, in the destruction of their own making. Keir could feel the many injuries he'd sustained already. He was bound to have a black eye and he had a split lip. He could taste his own blood in his mouth. His knockes were sore and scraped from the various hits on parts of clothes or furnituer that had left small gaps in his skin. He was sore everywhere and was pretty sure he'd look like an utter mess come next morning. He was well aware he could opt to go to a healer but he found comfort in the pain. It was a blissful reminder of everything he'd suffered to get to the point he was at now.

"I think...." He started, breahting heavily as he did so, "... that you broke at least one rib." It was more of an observation or notification but Idris wouldn't think it meant much, as Keir was smiling widely as he made his observation. He knew he'd have to get a healer in for fixing the few things that were simply not going to work, like the broken rib. The small cuts and bruises left him utterly indifferent but anything that had the potential to cause too much damage needed to be looked at, eventually. Keir inhaled, feeling the sharp stabs of pain to his side. If it wasn't broken, it was at least sore enough to make breathing feel laboured and painful. "I don't suppose you brought any drinks?" Keir managed, although speaking certainly wasn't comfortable currently. He was incredibly thirsty though, longing for something he ordinarily wouldn't allow himself on a work day. Today was an exception though, in so many ways. A fight was normally something he most certainly wouldn't have entertained in an official space.

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Idris looked up, allowing his air way to allow as much oxygen in as possible. He was could mentally pick out the worst offenders in his body. The parts that hurt the most. He felt the blood pounding in spots that would surely be black and blue later. He was confident that he had a number of fractured, cracked, and broken bones with it. But he had accomplished his intended goal. Giving his made an obviously much needed distraction. Idris closed his eyes as he shifted to move a piece of broken wood from his back. The movement hurt, and he gave an involuntary wince from the pain. Focusing on his breathing, he stayed relatively still.

Then, Keir began to speak. The younger man chuckled a painfully as his head limped to one side. He spat out some bloody spit and glanced at him. "Just one? I'm loosing my touch. You're making me go soft old man." He growled softly. He didn't have any more energy to fight, both that didn't mean that he wouldn't bear his teeth some. But he did have a bit of a smile on his face, his lip split, and even a part of his cheek had been cut on something or another. Idris still remained fairly motionless, knowing that he allowed the older man to get in far more hits than he got. He was fairly ragged by this point. But he mentioned drinks and the younger man nodded towards the door, where his backpack and helmet. "Course. There's a six pack in the bag." That was the one thing he was sure to keep safe. Last thing he wanted was broken glass and spilled booze. "If that's not enough, we can go elsewhere."

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Keir found himself laughing through the pain, wincing involuntarily as he did so. "More than one!" He conceded through both laughter and pain. Somehow that was extremely liberating. "There was nothing soft about those punches." He said, pleasantly, as he was glad there hadn't been anything held back. It was certainly better that way, as it meant a lot less pent up aggression was currently in his system, or probably that of his mate as well.

Idris had brought drinks and Keir stumbled up and made his way towards the backpack and got the sixpack out, heading over to his friend with it. He seated himself beside the other man and handed him a bottle, biting the cap of one for himself and carelessly spitting it across the room. Currently dental care was hardly one of his main concerns. He grunted slightly at the suggestion of going elsewhere. "I'm afraid I can't. I worked too hard to get this job so I can't leave now that we've more work than we've ever had. It's not just rescheduling those accursed exams. It's rebuilding efforts, it's making sure the younger kids have somewhere to go next year." He took a long drink from the bottle and sighed deeply. "Plus ruddy politics. I swear the few remaining purists that got away see this as a perfect excuse to use my affliction to get me fired." He growled in anger and frustration, although he lacked the energy to truly put anything else behind his words. Luckily, that part had been punched out. "I'm kind of stuck here. I only have been taking breaks to sleep and eat." He confessed, pinching his brow. That probably wasn't exactly what Idris wanted to hear, but he needed to be honest with his mate. Lying to him was definitely not going to help his situation right now.

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"More than one!" the man relented. Idris gave a satisfied half chuckle, it stopped because of the pain the action shot through his chest. Breathing was painful enough. It felt good to let loos and not hold back. Though he was in pain, he still felt good. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Not that breathing was easy right now. "Can't be losing my edge, now can I?" He laughed as the man said that there was nothing soft about Idris' punches.

It seemed to be their routine, started from the moment they first met. The two werewolves would get into a fight, batter each other up, then have drinks. It was the way things worked. So, with the man asking, it was quite obvious to the question that Keir had posed. After telling the man where the beer had been stashed, the man got up, clumsily, and dug into the young man's backpack. Pulling the six pack out he came and sat right next to Idris. Keir handed Idris a bottle. Idris took it with a bit of a wince. He took in a sharp breath before he grabbed the cap and twisted, releasing it from the bottle. He grimaced the pain before tossing the cap into the wreckage and carefully lifting the bottle to his lips. He had suggested possibly going some where else if what he brought wasn't enough. But it seemed as though the man was still chained to his office. Idris listened to the man explain what was going on. He was silent as he spoke, drinking the beer, and ignoring how the liquid stunk his lip where it had been split. He could hear the frustration in his words as he spoke about how they there were politics, and purists running lose, all being the perfect excuse to get him fired. Being a werewolf wasn't easy. It was clearly still like that in the Ministry. Idris was happy working his lowly job as a tattoo artist. No one really cared about if he was a werewolf when he was stabbing them millions of times.

Mentioning that he had only taken a few breaks, for food and rest, Idris looked over to him. He looked a mess. The fight hadn't helped either. He was the mans bonded mate, but Keir also had a family. A family that Idris was trying very hard not to mess up. "You should at least call your wife." He said, in all seriousness. The hot headed werewolf could deal with being ignored, but Keir had a loving family. Staying cooped up in the windowless room with no contact with them, wouldn't help their relationship

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