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[bubosquared]

*sinks down on knees, arms stretched up to the sky* Why? WHY? All I wanted was a nice funny amusing disturbingly hot crack-verse to play in with stoptocheer! WHAT HAPPENED?!?

*beats self with lamp*

*stops, reconsiders*

*beats girl!Marcus with lamp*

Yes, more of the same, except with a random dose of angst. Argh?!?
For those of you just tuning in, the previous parts are here and here. Marcus is played by dictating to femgeek, and Oliver bullies stoptocheer.

Oliver: *A little nervous, makes his way down to the dungeons, smoothing down his robes*
Marcus: **standing outside the dorms, looking very self-concious**
Oliver: *Sees Marcus and hurries a bit more, going up to him* Hey.
Marcus: **grins at Oliver** Hey.
Oliver: *grins back* So, er... where are we going?
Marcus: Well, um. We could go up to my room.
Oliver: *winces* Where I'll be beaten up by Pucey and Higgs, no thanks.
Marcus: We don't share a room anymore. I've moved into the girls's dorms.
Oliver: ... so there'll be other girls there?
Marcus: No, just me. No Slytherin girls in my year.
Oliver: Oh. Right. Okay. :: grins:: Sounds good, then. I've never been in the Slytherin dorms.
Marcus: **turns , sys the password** Well, this'll be your first time, then. **takes Oliver's hand and pulls him inside**
Oliver: *follows him, looking around* Wow. It is different to our common room.
Marcus: **leading Oliver to the stairs** Yeah?
Oliver: Yeah. This is... colder. I don't know. Ours is more cosy, I think.
Marcus: **shrugs** I dunno, I'm used to this. **opens the door to the girl's dorm room**
Oliver: *grins and follows, a little overwhelmed by the whole Slytherin dorm situation*
Marcus: **sits down on one of the beds** So, um.
Oliver: *sits down next to him on the bed* Um. Nice room.
Marcus: Thanks. **fidgets**
Oliver: You okay?
Marcus: Yeah. Mostly.
Oliver: Mostly?
Marcus: M-hm. Ade and Ter have been bugging me. 's Why I moved in here.
Oliver: What have they been doing?
Marcus: Not keeping their hands to themselves.
Oliver: :: frowns:: I'll have to do something about that.
Marcus: **grins** Would you?
Oliver: *grins* I could give it a go.
Marcus: **grins** You're the best boyfriend I've ever had. **kisses Oliver**
Oliver: *grins and kisses him back* Fucker. I'm the only one you've ever had.
Marcus: Well, yes. And?
Oliver: And, nothing. :: lies back on the bed, grinning::
Marcus: **lies down next to Oliver, on his side, slightly leaning against him**
Oliver: :: looks over at Marcus and strokes a finger down his cheek::
Marcus: **rests his and on Oliver's stomach, not saying anything, just looking at him**
Oliver: :: runs a hand through Marcus's hair, just looking at him::
Marcus: **leans into the touch, curling closer against Oliver**
Oliver: You know, you're actually rather good looking.
Marcus: ... Thanks.
Oliver: :: leans over and kisses him::
Marcus: **kisses back, parting his lips, tongue teasing Oliver's lips**
Oliver: :: tenses up a little before kissing back, parting his lips for Marcus::
Marcus: **softly flicks his tongue against Oliver's**
Oliver: :: closes his eyes, kissing him back:: :: pulls back:: :: quietly:: Who taught you to kiss?! They deserve some sort of award.
Marcus: **grins** Don't ask.
Oliver: That bad? :: grins::
Marcus: Depends on your point of view.
Oliver: What do you say?
Marcus: I say she was pretty good.
Oliver: Who was it?
Marcus: ...Penelope Clearwater.
Oliver: :: jaw drops:: You're bloody joking.
Marcus: **grins** No, I'm not.
Oliver: When? Was she already dating Percy?
Marcus: **shrugs** I dunno. I don't think so.
Oliver: Did the two of you date?
Marcus: I never really used to do dating.
Oliver: ... meaning, what, you fucked her? :: grins::
Marcus: Pretty much, yeah. **shrugs again** It was just sex.
Oliver: It'd have to be, with her.
Marcus: **looks surprised** You don't like her?
Oliver: Uh, no? She's a complete bitch.
Marcus: I wouldn't know. We didn't exactly talk a lot.
Oliver: :: grins:: Good on you.
Marcus: What about you?
Oliver: What about me, what?
Marcus: Ever had a girlfriend? Or **remembers Weasleyt** a boyfriend?
Oliver: Ah... yes and no and not in that order.
Marcus: **slides almost on top of Oliver, grinning down at him** That answer's not good enough.
Oliver: :: grins:: Okay, yes to boyfriends, no to girlfriends.
Marcus: Ah. Weasley.
Oliver: And, er. Diggory.
Marcus: **blinks** Diggory? Never thought he'd ...
Oliver: Never thought he'd what?
Marcus: That he'd go for a bloke.
Oliver: We were together for a year, so I can safely say he did.
Marcus: Good on you.
Oliver: Yeah. I turn straight boys gay. It's the lips, I think. :: winks at him::
Marcus: Ah, except I was a straigh boy, and now I'm a straight girl. You didn't change me. **grins**
Oliver: How does that work, anyway? You now fancy blokes just because you're a girl? Shouldn't you still fancy girls?
Marcus: No. I was straight, and I'm still straight. Just; The straightness is directed towards blokes now.
Oliver: :: suspiciously:: How does that work?
Marcus: **shrugs** I don't know. It just does.
Oliver: ... you didn't like cocks before and now you do?
Marcus: Well ... Yes. Sort of.
Oliver: Sort of?
Marcus: Well, it's not just the cock.
Oliver: Oh, right, so it's other things that make me more girl-esque so you can pretend you're still a straight man?
Marcus: **rols his eyes, kissing Oliver, hard** If I was trying to pretend I was still a straight man, would I have volunteered to suck your dick?
Oliver: :: kisses him back:: I don't know!
Marcus: You're an idiot, Oliver Wood. **slides his leg between Oliver's**
Oliver: :: dryly:: What a charming girlfriend. :: grins and parts his legs::
Marcus: **kisses Oliver again** Yeah, yeah. I didn't bring you here to talk, you know.
Oliver: :: grins:: Yeah, I know.
Marcus: So are you planning to put that mouth to better use?
Oliver: :: raises an eyebrow:: Like what?
Marcus: I think you said something about going down on me?
Oliver: :: defensively:: You were going first!
Marcus: All right, all right. Just. Remember I've never done this before, all right?
Oliver: ... yeah. I know.
Marcus: Righ; Um. **gathering courage** You should probably ... get naked, first.
Oliver: Um... right. :: bites his lip and stands up, turning away from Marcus as he throws his robes off, followed very quickly by the rest of his clothes, before sitting back down on the bed again, very self-consciously and completely naked::
Marcus: **sits back for a moment, just staring at Oliver**
Oliver: :: squirms::: Don't.
Marcus: **quietly** Don't what?
Oliver: Look at me like that.
Marcus: Like what? I like looking at you.
Oliver: ... you do?
Marcus: ... Yeah.
Oliver: Oh.
Marcus: **kisses Oliver, one hand softly sliding over Oliver's chest**
Oliver: :: kisses him back, relaxing under Marcus's touch::
Marcus: **sighs into Oliver's mouth, hand sliding down lower**
Oliver: :: smiles and moves a little under Marcus's touch::
Marcus: **nuzzles Oliver's neck, hand curling around him, teasingly**
Oliver: :: grins, arching his hips upwards:: Mmm. God.
Marcus: Good?
Oliver: Very good.
Marcus: Right. **breathes in, sliding lower**
Oliver: :: draws in a sharp breath::
Marcus: **swallows heavily, then, experimentally, licksOliver's cock**
Oliver: :: squirms under Marcus:: Fuck.
Marcus: **growing bolder now, taking the head into his mouth**
Oliver: :: struggles to keep his hips on the bed::
Marcus: **puts his hands on Oliver's hips to steady them, taking more into his mouth**
Oliver: Shit. :: clutches at the bedsheets with both hands::
Marcus: **encouraged by Oliver's reaction, tries sucking, gently**
Oliver: :: bucking his hips upwards, tries to stifle a moan::
Marcus: **moves his mouth up, then down again, pressing his tongue against Oliver's cock**
Oliver: Jesus, Flint...
Marcus: **stops moving, making a small inquiring sound**
Oliver: ... keep going!
Marcus: **presses his tongue harder against Oliver's dick, moving it a little**
Oliver: :: squirming even more now, pushing up into Marcus's mouth::
Marcus: **gags, pulls back a little**
Oliver: S-sorry. :: struggles to keep his hips on the bed::
Marcus: **moves down again, sucking a little harder now**
Oliver: :: groans, trying to keep from bucking up::
Marcus: **tries to get as much in his mouth as he can without gagging**
Oliver: I'm. Marcus. I'm. I'm. Going to. :: groans again::
Marcus: **pulls back, but only a bit**
Oliver: :: groans and thrusts again, and comes::
Marcus: **swallows as best sa he can, choking a little**
Oliver: :: lies there, breathing hard::
Marcus: **wipes his mouth, then crawls up Oliver's body**
Oliver: :: looks at Marcus without saying anything, mouth open::
Marcus: What?
Oliver: Just... god. Marcus.
Marcus: **grins** I take it you liked?
Oliver: ... gods. Yes.
Marcus: **softly kisses Oliver** Good.
Oliver: :: kisses him back:: You-- bloody hell. Natural.
Marcus: **grins** Thanks.
Oliver: :: grins back:: Shame you're not a gay man.
Marcus: Well, you never know what'll happen when i change back.
Oliver: ... :: after a pause:: Yeah.
Marcus: **kisses Oliver again** Your turn, I think?
Oliver: :: grins:: Oh, I don't know, might just go back to the Tower, now.
Marcus: **grabs Oliver's wrists and pins them above his head, grinning** You're not leaving until I've had an orgasm.
Oliver: Oh, am I, now.
Marcus: M-hm; So get to it.
Oliver: :: grins:: I don't think so.
Marcus: ... You promised.
Oliver: I promise a lot of things.
Marcus: You're supposed to keep promises.
Oliver: :: grins:: So I hear.
Marcus: **glares** Fucker.
Oliver: :: beams:;
Marcus: **lets go of Oliver's writs** Fine, then. Go.
Oliver: Okay. :: grins and gets up, starting to get dressed:: See you tomorrow, then?
Marcus: **shrugs**
Oliver: :: looks at him:: Marcus?
Marcus: **doesn't say anything**
Oliver: You're not seriously pissed, are you?
Marcus: **scowls** What do you think?
Oliver: ... what? Why?
Marcus: Maybe because I'm good enough to suck your dick, but you can't return the favour?
Oliver: Okay, well, I was wrong, I don't want to. I'm. I'm pretty gay, Marcus.
Marcus: For a gay bloke, you sure seemed to like fucking a girl. And gteting blown by a girl.
Oliver: It's different!
Marcus: Yeah. It's different when it's all for you, right? Just. Go.
Oliver: What? No.
Marcus: No what?
Oliver: I'm not going.
Marcus: Will you fucking decide already?
Oliver: I'm not going! Decision made!
Marcus: Why not?
Oliver: Because I don't bloody want to!
Marcus: Why would you stay?
Oliver: Because I like being around you?
Marcus: ... Oh.
Oliver: So there.
Marcus: **snickers despite himself**
Oliver: :: grins:: What are you laughing at?
Marcus: You're twelve.
Oliver: :: laughs:: Well, yeah. :: leans over and tugs Marcus's hair::
Marcus: Hey!
Oliver: Well, I'm twelve, that's what you do to girls you like!
Marcus: When you're twelve, you don't usually get blowjobs from girls you like, Oliver.
Oliver: Depends what kind of twelve-year-old you are.
Marcus: If you tell me you wer getting blowjobs at twelve, I may have to hate you.
Oliver: :: grins:: Just mucking around, we were.
Marcus: **sighs, dropping down on the bed, pulling Oliver with him**
Oliver: :: grins and kisses Marcus:: I'm sorry.
Marcus: **wraps his arms around Oliver's shoulders, kisses him back.** How sorry?
Oliver: How sorry do I need to be?
Marcus: Very sorry?
Oliver: I am very, very sorry.
Marcus: Show me, then?
Oliver: How?
Marcus: Try something.
Oliver: :: slips a hand under Marcus's shirt::
Marcus: That's a good start ...
Oliver: :: pauses, his hand on Marcus's stomach:: Did you get a bra?
Marcus: Not yet. why?
Oliver: Just wondering. :: grins and slips his hand up to tickle the underside of Marcus's breasts::
Marcus: **squirms a little** Mmm...
Oliver: :: grins at him:: You like that?
Marcus: Yeah.
Oliver: :: moves his hand up to rub softly over Marcus's nipple::
Marcus: **arches lightly into Oliver's touch**
Oliver: :: leans up to kiss him, gently pinching his nipple::
Marcus: **kisses back, almost moaning into Oliver's mouth**
Oliver: :: gently twists Marcus's nipple, grinning at him::
Marcus: **gasps** Oh, gods ..
Oliver: :: does it a bit harder, tugging::
Marcus: **squirms** Oh ...
Oliver: ... it's okay?
Marcus: Fuck yes ...
Oliver: :: grins and lets go, then does it again, a little harder, and pressing himself against Marcus's thigh::
Marcus: **arches up against Oliver** Oh. Fuck. Please.
Oliver: :: breathed against his cheek:: Please, what?
Marcus: Please anything.
Oliver: Please anything what? :: twisting a little harder::
Marcus: Please make me come ...
Oliver: :: leans up to bite Marcus's ear, still tweaking his nipple::
Marcus: **moans** Please ...
Oliver: :: sits up and quickly goes to work on Marcus's buttons, opening his shirt and putting both his hands on Marcus's breasts::
Marcus: **breathless** Oh ...
Oliver: :: rubs his thumbs over both Marcus's nipples, moving in circles, at the same time::
Marcus: **moans** Gods. Oliver.
Oliver: :: leans down to kiss Marcus, pinching both nipples simultaneously::
Marcus: **kisses Oliver back hungrily**
Oliver: :: pulls back a bit and twists Marcus's nipples sharply, at the same time pressing against his leg::
Marcus: **arches up** Oh, gods, please.
Oliver: :: tugs his nipples, leaning down to whisper in Marcus's ear:: You like that, don't you?
Marcus: Yes.
Oliver: :: still whispering, voice a little hoarse:: Love doing it, love making you sound like that... :: twists harder::
Marcus: **squirms** Please, please ... touch me ...
Oliver: :: drops a hand down to between Marcus's legs, gently parting them::
Marcus: **spreads his legs**
Oliver: :: gently traces his fingers up Marcus's inner thighs::
Marcus: **bites his lip**
Oliver: :: gently traces further up to touch him gently, moaning::
Marcus: **gasps again, eyes fluttering shut** Oh ...
Oliver: :: gently rubs him, kissing him at the same time::
Marcus: **kisses Oliver back, clutching at his shoulders, trying not to scratch him, but oh, gods ....**
Oliver: :: grins, rubbing a bit harder::
Marcus: **bites his lip, hard, as he comes**
Oliver: :: kisses Marcus again and draws his hand away, licking his fingers::
Marcus: **tries to catch his breath, watching Oliver intently**
Oliver: :: breaks into a grin::
Marcus: **smiles** Thank you.
Oliver: :: grins at him:: Thank you.
Marcus: **pulls Oliver down to kiss him**
Oliver: :: kisses him, smiling:: You know, I'm really enjoying this.
Marcus: M-hm?
Oliver: Being. Like this. With you. I mean.
Marcus: Oh. **pauses** I ... I like this, too.
Oliver: It's... good. Yeah.
Marcus: **softly** Yeah. Um. When do you have to be back in your dorm?
Oliver: :: groans:: Sharing with the Head Boy? Ten PM sharp.
Marcus: Damn. **sounding disappointed** Not much longer, then, I guess.
Oliver: Yeah. And if I don't go back, he'll probably remove seven hundred thousand points, or something.
Marcus: From his own house?
Oliver: Have you met Percy?
Marcus: ... Okay, good point.
Oliver: :: grins:: Yeah, I'm full of them. So. Er. :: takes Marcus's hand, smiling:: D'you want to meet up again tomorrow?
Marcus: **squeezes Oliver's hand, smiling back** Love to.
Oliver: :: grins:: I'd love to, too.
Marcus: **kisses Oliver**
Oliver: :: kisses him back, smiling, before just wrapping his arms around Marcus and hugging him::
Marcus: **blinks, surprised**
Marcus: **hugs Oliver back**
Oliver: :: kisses Marcus's hair gently, closing his eyes::
Marcus: **buries his face against Oliver's shoulder**
Oliver: You all right?
Marcus: **whispered** Yeah.
Oliver: :: whispers back:: Not really?
Marcus: I'm fine, honest.
Oliver: All right. :: kisses his hair::
Marcus: **sighs contently**
Oliver: :: closes his eyes, just resting his face against Marcus's head, breathing in and memorising his smell::
Marcus: **almost unconcously stronkes Oliver's back**
Oliver: If you're not careful, I'm going to fall in love, you know. :: kisses his hair again::
Marcus: **breath hitches in his throat, arms tightening around Oliver**
Marcus: Don't say that.
Oliver: :: closes his eyes:: Yeah. Okay. I shouldn't have.
Marcus: **holding on to him** No. I mean. You shouldn't. Say that. Or do it.
Oliver: Okay. I'm sorry; I take it back.
Marcus: **brings up a hand to cup Olive's jaw, and kisses him**
Oliver: :: kisses him back, smiling::
Marcus: **whspering** Don't fall in love with me. This isn't permantent, remember?
Oliver: :: whispers back:: You don't make that easy, you know.
Marcus: **lauhgs a little** Why? What am I doing?
Oliver: Just... being amazing.
Marcus: I'm not.
Oliver: :: grins:: I think you are.
Marcus: More proof that you're an idiot. **grins weakly**
Oliver: As if we needed more proof. :: grins back at him::
Marcus: **laughs** Yeah. **breathes in deeply** You should probably go now. Before you're late.
Oliver: I don't want to go. :: kisses him::
Marcus: **tightening his arms around Oliver** I don't want you to go, either.
Oliver: I could tell him I was in the infirmary all night?
Marcus: Would he believe you?
Oliver: Percy swallows everything I give him.
Marcus: **snickers, then sobers up** Will you stay, then?
Oliver: Yeah. I'd love to.
Marcus: **kisses Oliver** Thank you.
Oliver: :: smiles and kisses him back:: Nobody'll say anything when a Gryffindor wanders out of your room tomorrow morning?
Marcus: **grins** They wouldn't dare. I've got blackmail material on them for years.
Oliver: Oh, come on, share.
Marcus: **shivers** Can we get under the blankets, first? I'm freezing.
Oliver: Yeah. :: gets up and helps Marcus to his feet, pulling theblankets back for him:: :: starts to get undressed again::
Marcus: **gets under the blankets, looks up at Oliver as he undresses**
Oliver: :: gets into bed, putting his arms around Marcus and drawing him close:: You know, you should start wearing skirts. You've got gorgeous legs.
Marcus: **curls around Oliver** Only if you go with me to buy them.
Oliver: :: grins:: It's a Hogsmeade weekend this week.
Marcus: **grins back** Sounds good. Is it a date?
Oliver: :: laughs:: It's a date. Clothes shopping with my girlfriend, who would have ever imagined it.
Marcus: You with a girlfriend, or the clothes shopping part?
Oliver: The girlfriend part.
Marcus: I guess I'm just special that way. I turn gay blokes straight. **grins**
Oliver: :: grins, then kisses his forehead:: :: quietly:: You do.

Excuse me, I need to go bash my head against a dresser.

Comments

[dazzy.livejournal.com]

*draws woobie hearts around Marcus and Oliver's names*

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Don't encourage them!! *flails*

[squickyclean.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THIS STUFF WHERE CAN I GET MORE

Oliver: If you're not careful, I'm going to fall in love, you know. :: kisses his hair again::
Marcus: Don't say that.
Oliver: :: closes his eyes:: Yeah. Okay. I shouldn't have.
Marcus: **holding on to him** No. I mean. You shouldn't. Say that. Or do it.
Oliver: Okay. I'm sorry; I take it back.
Marcus: **whspering** Don't fall in love with me.

But please don't turn it into A Walk to Remember.

[stoptocheer.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THAT ICON. And, er, what's A Walk to Remember?

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[squickyclean.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I love yours too. And all the other stuff you write. (Ookay now I sound like a creepy stalker) It's a movie starring Mandy Moore and Shane West and there's this scene where they partner each other and she tells him, "Before we start, you have to promise not to fall in love with me." Then it all goes downhill uber-sappy from there.

[stoptocheer.livejournal.com]

! You've read my stuff? *is insanely flattered now* And man, if it stars Mandy Moore, that's a number one reason to avoid it right there. *g*

[squickyclean.livejournal.com]

Yeah, because (1) you're good and (2) I don't know where else to get Rankinstaff in English.

Oy, don't insult Mandy Moore, she's a highly rocking chick ;p

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Oh a chick flick.:D Don't watch those. (I just RP them, apparently. Stupid boys.)

[squickyclean.livejournal.com]

Nope, this RP is much much much more fun than a chick flick. *sits in front of computer with popcorn, anticipating more Oliver/girl!marcus fun*

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Fleur and girl!Marcus are teaming up on me to try and get me to write girl!Marcus a drabble. Graaar.

[kitsune13.livejournal.com]

You two disturb me. But that's good. *draws hearts around Straight!Oli and Girl!Marcus (The New! Improved! Marcus Flint! Now with Tits!)*

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Hey, Oliver seems to prefer him this way; Hence the FUCKING ANGST! :D

[stoptocheer.livejournal.com]

Phone won't let me reply, but, ! yes. Will write one. Did you see the ownedbabygeeks I wrote?

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

I came, I saw, I squeed. Will comment in a bit. ^____^

And yay! Why do I feel we just made a suicide pact?

[dramaturgy.livejournal.com]

::pets Penny:: She may be a silly little Ravenclaw, but she's my silly little Ravenclaw.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Hey, I like her, they just don't. (Oh, god, wait'll Marcus runs into Penny while stil a girl. Ahahahahaha! Dude, must get Fleur to RP this with me.)

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[dramaturgy.livejournal.com]

Sob.