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The Argument	By : Dynadin Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Argument
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Zayne stalked to the dorm rooms, feeling more out of sorts than he had in a long time. He couldn't understand why his heart wouldn't stop hurting. It had been his idea after all for Michael to go have a talk with Alan. Zayne really felt that the two needed to work things through and get past it all. And yet, seeing Alan crying and Michael holding him close, speaking soft words and comforting him, made Zayne want to fly into a rage. He knew how Michael felt. He knew Michael was his, mind body and soul. But that didn't stop the angry stab of jealousy from worming it's way into his heart. Zayne had retreated from the scene, praying that Michael wouldn't follow him, and yet knowing that he would. Sure enough, just a few moments after Zayne had thrown himself onto his bed, Michael threw the door open and stomped into the room. Zayne could feel Michael's frustration and anger at the situation rolling over him in waves, and it only served to fuel his own fire. Zayne sat up, having absolutely no reason to glare at Michael but finding himself doing it anyway as the other boy started speaking.

�Damnit, Zayne. I told you this was a bad idea. I didn't want to, but I did it for you, goddamnit! Cause I thought it would make you happy. And now look at you. I fucking knew this would happen. You know how I feel! How can you even think...� Michael actually began pacing as his frustration grew. Zayne knew that he had no right to be upset, but that didn't stop his emotions from doing what they pleased. Wanting to lash out, Zayne began yelling right back.

�Look, what the hell am I supposed to think, seeing you holding him like he's some sort of precious little doll. You loved him first! It's perfectly understandable that you'd go back to him. It's happened before.� Zayne felt tears welling up in his eyes and he looked down, angrily dashing them away. He kept trying to tell himself that Michael wasn't the same, but his mind was full of doubt and he couldn't just brush it aside, no matter what the link told him. Sure Michael loved him, but what was to say that he didn't love Alan more? Michelle had claimed to still love him...

It was at that moment Zayne felt the bond flare with anger. Zayne looked back up to see Michael's face a mask of fury. The other boy began stalking toward the bed and Zayne realized his mistake. He had compared Michael with Michelle in his mind, the mind which was completely open to Michael. The other boy must have heard his thoughts. Zayne barely had time to react before Michael tackled him to the bed, pinning his shoulders down to the mattress. Michael's eyes flashed and his voice was low and dangerous when he spoke.

�I... am nothing like that bitch. Don't you dare compare me to her.� Zayne could feel Michael trying to pound his own emotions into him, trying to force him to understand. His love, trust, possession, everything that Zayne associated with how Michael felt for him. And even with everything else swirling around in his mind, Zayne could feel Michael's lust growing as well. It was proven when Michael ground his hips into Zayne's, giving him physical proof of his need. A feral look entered Michael's eyes and he bared his teeth in an almost cruel smirk.

�Maybe I just need to fog your over-analyzing little brain up so much that you don't care anymore.� Michael's voice was softer now, yet still dangerous. Michael's hands moved from Zayne's shoulders down his arms to his hands, grabbing them and forcing them over Zayne's head. Leaning in, Michael captured Zayne's lips in a hard, bruising kiss. His tongue forced it's way past Zayne's relenting lips and plundered the inside of his mouth mercilessly.

Zayne could feel the fog already beginning to rise, clouding his mind and forcing him to release his doubts. He struggled to keep himself angry, not understanding why he felt the need to hold onto the emotion but wanting desperately to show Michael that it wasn't going to be so simple. Unfortunately, he could feel his body betraying him, going limp as Michael's mouth left his and traveled down to his throat, sucking the skin hard into his mouth and biting down. Zayne arched into the feeling and a moan escaped his lips. Zayne heard a chuckle at his ear as Michael ground his hips down again, forcing yet another moan from Zayne. His hands were suddenly freed as Michael began to move down Zayne's body, stroking the skin under his arms and down to his ribs. Obviously Michael felt he was immobile over enough that he wouldn't try and struggle any more. His unresponsive mind told him that he should do something, but he just couldn't find the will. All he wanted was for Michael to possess him, to show him who he belonged to.

Zayne's eyes snapped open as a need greater than Michael possessing him flashed to life. He knew who he belonged to; that wasn't the question. What Zayne needed was to know, needed to make known, was who Michael belonged to. I may be his, but he's mine. Latching onto that need, he moved his arms just enough that he could get his hands between his chest and Michael's. Clutching at his need, he fought back, shoving against Michael's chest. Turning his body he kept pushing, gripping the fabric of Michael's shirt and flipping him onto his back. Zayne could feel the shock shooting through Michael as he grabbed one of the other boy's hands and pressed it over his head in the same fashion Zayne had been trapped. Before Michael could struggle, his other hand quickly tore the fabric it was gripping, exposing the skin. He bent down, pressing his lips against the place right below the hollow in Michael's neck. The only spot on Michael's body that he knew would make the boy immobile.

The effect was almost instant. Michael went from shocked struggling to wide-eyed and gasping in a few seconds. Shit, came through the bond loud and clear, and Zayne laughed low in his throat as he allowed his tongue to swirl around the skin beneath his mouth, causing Michael to squirm underneath him. Swinging a leg over Michael's prone body, he straddled the other boys hips and sat up, making sure to let the hand at Michael's throat stray down to stroke the spot slowly. Watching as Michael's face contorted with pleasure, Zayne waited until their gaze locked. With a wicked smirk, not unlike Michael's own, Zayne leaned down and whispered against his lips.

�Maybe it's time I showed you who you belong to.�
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