bubosquared | Snippet-y doo da, Snipetty-day ...

Er, yes. Snippet. Will hopefully be the start of my annual "It's summer, it's hot, let's write heaps of unapologetic smut" story. Marcus/Oliver, Marcus/Terence. Tentative title:

Polar

It's been years since that summer, but Terence still remembers. Temperatures had been rising since late May, and by the end of the first week of June, Hogwarts was sweltering. When the heat starts rising to unbearable heights, he remembers walking into the broom shed late one afternoon, and his life changing forever.
He wasn't really surprised to see Flint and Wood having sex. He wasn't stupid, after all; he'd seen the looks they'd been shooting each other all year. The sexual tension had been thick enough to cut, and Marcus Flint wasn't one to deny himself sex with anyone simply because they happened to be a Gryffindor.
So when Terence stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the two of them, it wasn't because of the sex. He just never imagined Marcus Flint could be that gentle with anyone, or that he'd want to. They didn't appear to notice him, too caught up in each other, and he left quietly, the image of Flint's fingers dancing across Wood's skin burned into his brain.
Three days later, Flint cornered him in an empty hallway in the dungeons, growled "Liked what you saw?", and pushed him against the wall. There was no gentleness now, just deliberate force, pushing and pulling Terence's hips, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises for weeks afterwards. The dungeon wall felt cool against his back.

(Polar as in polar opposites: Terence and Oliver, Keeper and Seeker, treated gentle and rough by Marcus, and, in this snippet, the swealtering broomshed and the cool dungeons.

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squeeee! moremoremoremoremore! and have you seen the latest marcus post?

Heather, having way too much fun reading Snape. Dammit, want lucius to post more. too fucking cool for words, that man.

Ha! Yes! Guess which dolt mentioned the whole Oliver/Marcus thing to Flint Sr? *smacks Lee*

Eh, I don't really like lucius. I adore the whole Snape/Remus/sirius thing, though.

AHHHHHHHHH!($#@&!)(&#!(&@!&#^!*^#!(*&^#*&^# TERENCE! You pervy little voyeur... oh god the images. The thoughts. Oh what you must have seen!! My poor, ickle little boy!!! And what did he do to your HIPS? Oh, you liked it? Well, then. I suppose that's ok. But what happened next?! OH GOD!

MELLE! You goddess. GODDESS!!!

*giggle* I take it you liked? :)

More is on the way! I'm not sure how good it'll be, consiering that this turned from "Whee! Smut!" into some weird experimentation with images and prose, but you know. Terence! Marcus! Oliver! Wooo!

*wibbling incoherently*
Did I like it?! DID I LIKE IT??!?!?! I bloody LOVED it!! You talented bint, you!
*gives you massive gropes for wonderous Terence/Marcus/Oliver*

Oooooh... *weep* God, I loved it. How soon before the next bit comes out?

Hm, a day or two, three? I'm writing, and relatively fast, but I need to finish and type up and edit and get it beta'd and all.

Okay. I've owed you this for hours now. This is. Yeah. Wonderful. I do like the contrasts you've set up, and of course, the Flint-obsessed portion of my brain is just in meltdown.

I'll be eagerly awaiting more.

Yay! You liked the contrasts! That kinda came out of left field, but the lit-loving part of my brain latched onto it and wouldn't let me write normal, proper mindless smut, dammit.

Thanks. ^_____^

I loved the contrasts. And the bruises on Terence's hips, frankly.

Mmmmyes. Bruises. ^___^

Terence. Marcus. Oliver. Sex. Bruises.

::whimpers::

Oh, you are very good.

Catja
wiping the drool from her chin

Whee! Thank you. ^_^ Also, eeeee! You have a Hermione icon! Mmm.

Oh, guh. This is lovely. Love the contrasts. Love that image of the bruises. This has potential to go really good (hot) places. Mrrrr. *re-reads*

Whee! You liked it. ^____^ Thanks. It's. Going places. Not sure what kind of places, but it's going places.

Dammit! Stop making me like this! Bitch.

No! Ha! *^_^*

dslfsjfngouhsdfhj! Flkrgh.

Gah.

Why can't I write like that? *bows*

Because you're not a pretentious literature snob. =D

Thanks. *^_^*

Snippet-y doo da, Snipetty-day ...

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