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Hot Like Fire	By : TheWhiteQueen Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: hellfire
Beta: none this time, all mistakes are my own.
Summary: Sequel to ‘Nothing’s Colder Than Ice’; inspired by Marcus’s fantasies about his experiences with Percy Weasley that he was getting off to in the first story.
Pairings: Marcus/Percy
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rated for semi-noncon, language, and slash. You know, rough sex between two sexy men, both of whom are of age in this fic?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my dirty mind. Everything else belongs to JKR.

Marcus looked up as the bell tower’s bells started ringing out the time. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten… Eleven. Shit. His heart sank in his chest as he counted along with the bells. Double shit— the softer chimes had rung after the big bells. Eleven fifteen, and he had a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw the next day. Not as bad as if it were Gryffindor, but still. He had really wanted a full night’s sleep before the game. Sighing, he looked around at the trophy room, and decided that the damned things were as clean as they were going to get tonight. As far as he was concerned, this detention was over. Marcus grabbed his robes and put them back on before adding his scarf and gloves to the mix. The other houses might laugh at the Slytherin students’ collection of warm clothing, but they were all up in the warm, cozy towers. Slytherin was down in the dungeons, and lately, Marcus had been able to see his breath whenever he exhaled into the frosty air of the Slytherin dorms.

Gathering all of his cleaning supplies together so that Filch couldn’t give him another detention, Marcus made a beeline for the closest supply closet, which was two corridors over, close to the Ravenclaw wing. Dropping the polish, buckets, and rags off was but a moment’s chore, then he was off at last for the Slytherin dungeons and his bed. Lost in his own thoughts about much he disliked the shock of slipping into chill sheets, and wishing he had someone to warm his bed up for him, preferably with their own warm body that would stay in it with him all night long, he didn’t notice that his feet had taken him the wrong way from the Slytherin dormitories. Instead of to bed, his feet had led him to the area that the Gryffindorks had claimed for their own. Fin loo looking up, Marcus let out a string of profanities.

‘Son of a dog fucking bitch! How the fuck did I get here?’ Marcus swore. He jumped as he heard a low voice reply to his query. ‘I might ask you the same, Flint. What are you doing in the Gryffindor hall after curfew?’ Fuck. It was that damned red haired prefect, Weasley. ‘What’s it to you, Weasel?’ Marcus shot back, turning to face the other boy. ‘Nothing at all, Flint, except that I am a prefect, and you are most decidedly not. Again, why are you here?’ ‘On my way back from detention for Flitwick,’ Marcus admitted, rolling his eyes. ‘That still doesn’t answer my question. The dungeons are in the opposite direction. Why didn’t you head there?’

Marcus scowled, annoyed. Stupid arsewipe. No wonder no one liked him, not even his own brothers. Who could, when the git was this annoying to near-strangers?
‘Wasn’t paying attention to where I was going’ he replied sullenly. ‘Now that I am, can I go? I do have a game tomorrow, you know.’ ‘I’ll walk you back, just to make sure that you get where you’re going,’ Percy informed him prissily. ‘I’d hate for you to get lost again. Well, what are you waiting for? Come along now. Let’s go.’

Marcus stared at the redhead, seriously doubting the other boy’s sanity. Did he not realize that he, Marcus Flint, was capable of crushing his pathetic little self out of existence with one hand? Did the prefect not realize who he was? He was the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and no one, but no one, talked to him like he was their half-witted pet. No one. Marcus’s eyes narrowed, and his voice was a deep rumble when he spoke. ‘I don’t need you to help me to my dorms, you stupid git. I can bloody well do it on my bloody own, thank you very fucking much.’ To Marcus’s satisfaction, the redhead’s jaw had dropped. Nodding once, decisively, Marcus brushed past Percy roughly on his way to the Slytherin rooms.

He hadn’t gone five steps when he heard Percy shout ‘Stupefy!’ and felt the jinx hit him hard. ‘Fuck!’ he thought wildly as he fell face forward, caught in mid-stride. He breathed a mental sigh of relief when he heard Percy snap out ‘Mobilius corpus!’ and catch him before he fell all the way to the ground. He’d already had three broken noses this year alone, and didn’t fancy another one, especially right before a match. Besides, his teeth were already fucked up from getting hit full on by a bludger in his second year, and they certainly didn’t need any more help in getting to the fucked-all-to-hell department from something so embarrassing as a fall.

Percy brought him upright with a wave of his wand before stepping forward to take Marcus’s wand out of his pocket. ‘You’re not going to be needing this for a while, Mr. Flint,’ he said as he placed it within the confines of his own robes. ‘You and I are going to go have a little discussion before I go to McGonagall and Snape about your behavior. I sincerely doubt Marcus, that you will be playing in tomorrow’s game.’

Marcus’s mind went into overdrive at this’ His Head of House would kill him, and that would be after that dried up Scottish bitch got finished chewing him out for insulting one of her precious Gryffinwhores’ Oh shit, oh shit’ What was his dad going to say? Worse, what was his dad going to do? The old man had threatened to break Marcus’s wand and stab him with the remains if he fucked up at school again, and Marcus knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to do it, even if Marcus was his only son. Oh shit.

Lost in these panicked thoughts, Marcus barely noticed where the red haired prefect was taking him. He didn’t pay attention to anything until he noticed a heavy door slam shut behind him. He tried to jump at the noise, only to be reminded that he was still held in a full body bind, and couldn’t do anything more than blink and breathe. Eyes darting about rapidly, he just had time to take in impressions of a large dark room, lit only by Percy’s wand before the prefect quietly ended the spells holding him immobile in midair. Marcus fell to the ground heavily, with a large thump.

Ouch. Marcus got up cautiously, rubbing at his arse lightly. Falling onto the harsh stone floor had hurt. Badly. Damned Gryffindor. He opened his mouth to protest the other boy’s treatment of him when Percy raised his wand and said ‘Ah ah ah, Flint. I want you to be quiet and listen to me. If you utter one word before I give you permission to, I swear that I will take you directly to McGonagall now, and inform her that not only were you wandering around after hours, but you also verbally and physically attacked a school prefect, for whom you really should have more respect. However’ and here, he almost smiled, ‘I am willing to give you a chance to choose your fate. You can either come with me now to Professor McGonagall’s rooms, and I must warn you, she does not like to be woken up at this time of night at all, or you can do something for me, and in return, I will forget your little… indiscretions, tonight. What will it be?’

‘What do you want me to do?’ Marcus forced out, galled that he was going to have to make nice with this fucking pansy if he didn’t want to be crucified by several authority figures before dawn. Percy shook his head. ‘I’m not telling you until you agree to do it.’ Marcus stared at him in shock. ‘You want me to agree to do something for you, without me even knowing what it is, or you’ll go rat on me to that old pop-eyed hag?’ Percy’s mouth tightened and his eyes narrowed as his nostrils flared. Noticing the extremely pissed off look on the prefect’s face, Marcus quickly backtracked. ‘I mean, Professor McGonagall?’ he offered weakly. Percy’s foot started tapping.

‘Fine, I’ll do it! Whatever it is, I’ll do it!’ Marcus shouted out just as Percy opened his mouth to speak. ‘Are you sure?’ the prefect asked him, strangely quiet. ‘Yeah, I’m sure. Just please, don’t tell Snape. Or her. My dad’ll kill me if I get into any more trouble.’ Percy stared at him for a moment with an unreadable look on his face. ‘Fine then. I’ll save your life for tonight. Are you ready to start?’

‘Start what? Oh yeah’ Whatever you want,’ Marcus said quietly, relieved that for now at least, he was safe from both Snape’s and his father’s retribution. ‘Good. Take off your robes. That scarf and your gloves, too.’ Percy ordered him. Marcus quickly complied, hastily stripping his gloves off and tucking them carefully in his robes’ pocket before unwinding his scarf from about his neck. ‘Tell me,’ Percy said suddenly. ‘Why are you wearing your gloves and scarf indoors? It’s not really all that cold yet.’ ‘It is in the Slytherin dorms,’ Marcus mumbled, suddenly ashamed that the temperature in the dungeons barely reached above freezing during winter. ‘Frost bite’s not something I fancy waking up to,’ he continued as he shrugged off his robes and laid them across a hip-high table. ‘Oh’ was all Percy said, but it just made Marcus feel worse about it. Showing weakness was not something Slytherins did, and he had already shown far too much of it tonight.

Belligerence clear on his face, Marcus asked Percy why he had needed to to remove his robes. ‘What are you wanting me to do, anyways? Go to bed without my gloves on so that my fingers will be frozen and I can’t play tomorrow?’ Percy shook his head and sighed quietly before saying ‘Why don’t you go ahead and remove your tie, too? And your shirt and vest, while you’re at it.’ Marcus stared at him. Was the ponce mad? What was he planning to do that required him to be half naked? Staring at Percy suspiciously, Marcus decided that he wasn’t removing another stitch until he knew precisely why the red haired Gryffindork wanted him damned near naked.

‘Oh honestly Flint,’ Percy sighed. ‘Don’t worry about it; you agreed to help me out with something, unless, of course, you’ve changed your mind and decided that you want to go pay a midnight call to Professor McGonagall?’ And it was indeed midnight; Marcus heard the last bells ringing faintly, now that he was listening for them. Shit. He was never going to get to sleep now; when and if he finally got to the dorms, he’d be too anxious about how much sleep he’d already missed to get any. Damn it. ‘So all you have to do is follow my directions quietly and compliantly, and then you can go to bed and dream about beating Ravenclaw tomorrow. I promise, this isn’t going to cause you lasting damage.’

Marcus sighed. Fine. The little prick had a point. If he cooperated, it would be over faster, whatever it was, and he would be able to go to bed, at least for a bit. ‘Fine,’ he gritted out. ‘Whatever it is, let’s just get this over with.’ Percy smiled at him. ‘So glad to see you playing nice, Marcus,’ he said, quite sweetly. ‘I’m happy to see that you remember how.’ Marcus bared his teeth at him in a parody of a smile before he undid his tie and dropped it over his robes. It was followed by his vest, which landed in a crumpled heap on top of the silver and green striped tie.

Marcus was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt when his hand was knocked out of the way by Percy’s pale one. He stared open mouthed as the other boy quickly undid his shirt, then pushed it down his broad shoulders, letting his thumbs lightly graze Marcus’s nipples. Marcus finished shrugging it off as the implications of this little… meeting… finally sank in. Perfect Percy the Prefect wanted to get laid. And he had picked him, Marcus Flint, to be his bitch. Marcus snickered; it was too fucking funny.

Percy stared at him before asking quietly ‘What’s so funny, Flint?’ ‘You,’ Marcus gasped out. ‘You went through all of this just to fuck me? That’s it, isn’t it? You want to get laid.’ He started laughing again, right before Percy slapped him openhanded. Marcus stopped laughing and stared at him, eyes narrowed. ‘What, pissed cause I figured it out? Thought that I was too thick to figure out that you wanted to fuck me? I may look dumb, but I’m not. I’m just amazed that a little Gryffinwhore do-gooder like you acts on it when you get horny; I had you pegged for the type that takes cold showers everyday, hoping that the nasty thing will just go away.’ Marcus sniggered again at the thought. ‘Didn’t have you pegged for a queer, though. Thought you had a girlfriend?’ ‘I do,’ Percy replied evenly as he shed his own clothing. His skin was pale and shone softly in the dim light of his wand. ‘There are just certain things that I don’t think she’s ready for. But you, Flint,’ and here he gave the Slytherin boy an appraising stare, ‘are quite ready. You’re not a virgin, are you?’ He asked, smiling as Marcus shook his head no. He’d lost that particular virtue long ago. ‘Then you shouldn’t have a single reason not to comply with me. After all, you’ve got nothing to lose if you do’ and everything to lose if you don’t.’

With that, Percy closed the gap between them, grabbing Marcus’s jaw in one hand as he leaned forward to kiss him. Marcus tried to relax; he’d had worse kisses than this. Percy’s lips were firm and dry against his own. Marcus shivered as he felt the other boy’s warm skin against his own. ‘Play along, Marcus’ Percy whispered against his mouth. ‘It’ll be much easier on you if you do.’ Marcus sighed and tried to relax; Percy’s hand had left his jaw, and was stroking the skin on the back of his neck. He shivered again at the contact, accidentally biting Percy’s lip.

‘Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry’ he tried to apologize, hoping that the other boy wouldn’t get pissed and turn him in after all. Percy licked his lip thoughtfully then leaned in to kiss him again. ‘It’s okay,’ he murmured after he had given Marcus a chaste kiss. ‘I like the taste.’ With that, he grabbed Marcus’s hips and pulled them forward to meet his own. He kissed Marcus again, roughly this time, forcing his tongue into Marcus’s mouth. Marcus could taste Percy’s blood on his tongue, and rubbed his own tongue against the prefect’s lip, making him . Ma. Marcus did it again, liking the metallic taste of wounded flesh, the slight coppery tang of blood as he swiped his tongue over it gently.

Running his hands down Percy’s smooth back, Marcus deepened the kiss, forcing Percy’s mouth to open ever wider against his onslaught. If the Gryffindor wanted to get fucked, Marcus was going to make sure that he’d never forget it. Pushing his hips rhythmically against the other boy’s, Marcus was rewarded with Percy’s moan as he copied Marcus’s motion frantically. Marcus rubbed his hands over Percy’s ass, fingers lightly grazing the cleft as he pushed a muscular thigh between Percy’s legs. Stroking the skin right next to Percy’s arsehole while he alternated between lightly kissing Percy’s neck and tonguing his ear, Marcus was surprised to feel Percy pushing him away.

‘What the fuck? I thought that you wanted me to fuck you!’ He exploded. ‘No,’ Percy breathed out. ‘I want to fuck you’ I want you bent over, begging me to stick my cock in your ass and fuck you.’ ‘Pervert’ Marcus shot back. ‘I don’t bottom. Top only.’ ‘Fine,’ Percy shrugged. ‘I’m sure that Professor McGonagall will be interested in hearing that you tried to seduce me so that I wouldn’t turn you in to her.’ ‘Bastard,’ Marcus spat. ‘No’ Just horny,’ Percy shot back. ‘And you’re available.’ ‘Thanks, Weasel. Nice to see how flattering you can be when you’re trying to seduce someone. No wonder you’re not trying to get into your girlfriend’s knickers right now; you probably pissed her off before you got any.’ ‘And speaking badly about Ravenclaw’s prefects, Flint? Oh my, would you like to say something about Hufflepuff, before we go see Professor McGonagall? I wouldn’t want you to feel that you haven’t had your say about everyone.’

Marcus glowered at him. ‘Fuck you, Weasel.’ He kicked his shoes off as he started undoing his belt. ‘Whatever are you doing, Flint? I thought that you wanted to go see my head of house, so that you could tell her all about all of the rule breaking you’ve done tonight.’ ‘Shut up, Weasel. If it’s that important to you, I’ll let you fuck me. Once. With lube.’ His conditions specified, Marcus impatiently stepped out of his trousers as he walked toward the red head, who was holding up a hand.

‘No. I don’t think I want to fuck you now. At this point, with all of your insults and rule bing,ing, I think that your attitude warrants a visit to Dumbledore, personally.’ Percy had his arms crossed over his chest as he delivered this speech, somehow managing to look just as prissy naked as he did when dressed. ‘Fuck Weasley, what? Do you want me to beg, is that it? Is that what you want?’ Percy considered this for a moment. ‘Yes. I do, Flint. I want you to beg, to convince me that you really do want to make it up to me.’

Sighing, Marcus reached out and gently cradled the other boy’s face in his huge hands. Chocolate brown eyes stared at him, expectant, waiting. Bowing his head, Marcus dropped a gentle kiss onto the middle of Percy’s forehead, then started placing light butterfly kisses in a trail down the side of his angular face. ‘Please,’ Marcus whispered, forcing the unfamiliar word out. ‘Let me make it up to you.’ He licked lightly at Percy’s jaw, earning a shiver out of the other boy. ‘Please. Let me show you how sorry I am.’ He kissed Percy’s ear gently before moving on to the red head’s throat.

He sucked at it lightly for a moment before moving on to Percy’s shoulder. It was smooth and pale. He traced his clavicle with gentle kisses, resting his hands lightly on Percy’s hips. ‘Please,’ he whispered. ‘Forgive me.’ ‘Beg harder, Flint’ Percy hissed, his head back as Marcus sucked lightly on one of his rosy nipples, the other one being pinched delicately by Marcus’s rough fingers.

‘Whatever you want,’ Marcus whispered, hoping that he sounded abject enough for the other boy’s sense of pride and dignity. He had a nasty feeling though, that he wasn’t going to get out of it before he reached Percy’s cock. He was right.

It wasn’t until he had his lips wrapped around the prefect’s long, thin dick, his nose buried in the prefect’s auburn pubes, that Percy spoke again. ‘I think… you’ve almost earned… my forgiveness, Flint’ the red head gasped out. Marcus worked his tongue rapidly over the sensitive underside of Percy’s cock in response. Bobbing his head back and forth rapidly, he covered Percy’s balls with one hand, massaging them gently. The other hand he used to reach up and pinch Percy’s nipples, twisting them slightly. The red head seemed to like that; he moaned loudly every time Marcus did it, and the moans sounded quite happy.

‘Enough!’ he finally gasped out. Marcus’s mouth came off of his dick slowly, with a loud ‘pop’ that sounded obscene in the otherwise quiet room. ‘Go bend over that table’ Percy pointed at the table where Marcus had laid his clothes earlier.

Marcus quickly complied; his own cock was heavy and throbbing between his legs, all thoughts of how little sleep he was getting before tomorrow’s game gone. Bending over at the waist, he spread his legs, hoping that if he relaxed, this wouldn’t hurt too much. He hadn’t been fucked up the ass in a while, and while Percy’s cock was not as thick as his own, it was very long, and Marcus didn’t think that Percy would be content to just put it in halfway and call it a night. He knew that he wouldn’t be if the tables were turned.

He shifted nervously as he felt Percy move up behind him and felt the other boy’s cock graze his ass. He bit the inside of his lip as he felt Percy unceremoniously shove a dry, inquisitive finger into his arsehole. ‘Ouch! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ He howled, standing up and tensing his muscles so that Percy couldn’t keep shoving the offending digit into his body. ‘Seeing how rough you could take it. Apparently, not very.’ Marcus could hear the smirk in the other boy’s voice.

Percy pushed Marcus’s upper body back onto the table by placing a hand firmly on his back. ‘Now lay still, right there.’ Marcus complied, wondering if the other boy was just going to fuck him dry anyways. He jumped as he felt hot breath on his crack, quickly followed by Percy’s warm wet tongue. He dropped his head down onto the table, moaning low in his throat as the other boy started licking his puckered hole, thrusting his hips back and spreading his legs wider to give Percy better access.

Marcus starting breathing harder as Percy reached up between his legs to fondle his balls and stroke his thick cock. He started keening in the back of his throat as Percy gently forced his tongue into Marcus’s hole, stretching it just a little. Marcus’s cock was throbbing violently by this time, and he was certain that if Percy would just stroke it a tiny bit harder, and a wee bit faster, he would come. Just a little bit’ Marcus bit his lip in an effort to refrain from begging the Gryffindor to just fuck him already. He wanted it, but still. Compared to the cool air around them, Percy’s tongue in his ass was hot like fire, and Marcus was more than ready for it. Pushing his hips back slightly into the prefect’s face, he was rewarded with the determined thrust of Percy’s tongue in his ass yet.

Unable to help himself, his knees trembled, and he instinctively clenched his sphincter muscles around Percy’s tongue. Oh god, the heat’ Marcus threw his head back, panting as he tried to hold still so that Percy wouldn’t stop.

He stopped anyways.

Marcus seriously considered crying.

Proof that all wasn’t lost came when Percy stood up behind him and gathered him close. Reaching around to Marcus’s crotch to gather some precum off of Marcus’s weeping erection, Percy whispered in his ear ‘Ready to beg me, Flint?’ Marcus groaned, nodding furiously. He’d beg the other boy in front of the entire school at this point, so long as he’d fuck him afterwards. ‘Why don’t you give it a go?’ Percy asked huskily as his precum slicked finger wormed its way inside Marcus’s body. ‘Weasley?’ ‘Percy’ the prefect interrupted him. ‘Call me by my name,’ he instructed, as a second finger joined the first inside Marcus’s arsehole. ‘Merlin, Percy, please,’ Marcus moaned out, pushing back against his fingers, ‘Fuck me— please—’ ‘Do you apologize for insulting my head of house?’ ‘Yes,’ Marcus moaned out, his voice cracking as Percy added a third finger and twisted his digits to the right, the knuckles rubbing against the sensitive skin of Marcus’s hole. ‘I’m sorry I called you a stupid git. I’m sorry I insulted your Head, I’m sorry,’ Marcus was nearly ready to cry. Percy was fucking his ass with one hand, and squeezing on his cock with the other. Every time he pushed his fingers into Marcus’s ass, he’d stroke his cock, the prefect’s own dick bumping into Marcus’s balls, teasing him unmercifully. ‘Please Percy, fuck me!’

‘Hmm,’ the prefect’s voice in his ear was considering. ‘What is it, exactly, that you want from me again?’ ‘I want you,’ Marcus panted out, tossing his head from side to side as Percy licked a line up his back, tracing his spine. ‘I want you to fuck me, I want you to stick your dick in me, and pound me with it. I want you to fuck me hard enough that I’m going to feel it for days; damn it, Percy, please!’ The end of Marcus’s plea was punctuated by a howl as Percy crooked his fingers inside Marcus’s body, hitting his prostate.

‘We-ell,’ Percy’s voice was smug and teasing, as he repeatedly stroked Marcus’s prostate with his nimble fingers. ‘Since you asked so nicely,’ and he yanked his fingers out of Marcus’s ass quickly, making Marcus shudder with a frisson of lightning quick pleasure. ‘I suppose I could comply.’ With that, Percy forced his long thin prick up Marcus’s ass, barely giving him time to get used to it before he started thrusting. Marcus moaned, loudly, pushing his ass back against the other boy’s hips, wanting him to go faster, harder. Percy complied with his silent request, placing a hand on each side of Marcus’s hips and slamming into him like he was trying to come out through the other side.

Marcus started grunting with every one of Percy’s thrusts, the sound being forced out of him, the other boy’s sharp hipbones striking him every time Percy pushed forward into him. Marcus placed his hand over his own aching cock and started stroking furiously, matching Percy’s pace. ‘Please, Percy,’ he gasped out, no longer sure what he was begging for. ‘Gods, please!’ Percy seemed to know what it was he wanted though, because he fastened his teeth onto Marcus’s shoulder, bending over him to do so.
Marcus’s legs started trembling; when Percy had moved, he’d switched angles, and now Marcus was getting fucked even harder, fast shallow thrusts that he eagerly pushed back into. The pressure where Percy was biting him just made the incredible fucking that he was getting that much more intense.

He felt tremors run through the other boy’s body right before he came, his pale body arching up, erect, head thrown back as heed oed out. Marcus shouted as he felt Percy tear his skin when he stood straight; he hadn’t let go of Marcus’s flesh, and he had bitten through the skin. Marcus whimpered as he felt Percy ejaculate in his ass, hot liquid gushing over his insides. The pressure against his prostate was what set him off; he came in thick spurts all over his hand, spattering the table with his come.

He whimpered again as Percy slipped out of him with a wet sound; the prefect’s semen burned where it was dripping slowly, thickly, out of his stretched hole. Marcus’s legs were shaking as he pushed away from the table and tried to stand up. Instead, he sank to his knees, legs unable to hold his weight. He half turned to rest his head against Percy’s thigh. The smell of sex was unmistakable in the air, especially right next to Percy’s now flaccid cock. He closed his eyes, exhausted, as the red head lightly stroked his hair. His quiet reverie was broken by Percy’s soft voice.

‘Marcus, we need to clean up now.’ ‘K,’ Marcus muttered sleepily, nuzzling his head against Percy’s thigh. At the moment, he couldn’t remember why he hadn’t ever liked the red haired prefect before. ‘Marcus,’ Percy’s hands were warm and gentle against Marcus’s face. In fact, he was as warm now as he’d been since winter had started, bringing with it the bitter cold that usually pervaded the winter months at Hogwarts.
‘Marcus, I’d like you to clean me up while you’re down there’ Percy said again, still gentle. Marcus’s eyes snapped open as he realized what the other boy meant.

‘You want me to— lick this off of you?’ he asked, partly disgusted by the idea. It felt right to another part of him though, so he closed his eyes and started running his tongue gently over Percy’s skin. He tried not to gag as he tasted his own ass mixed in with the saltiness of the prefect’s semen. Breathing out, he reminded himself that Percy had had his tongue in his ass, so it wasn’t really that big of a deal. If the Gryffindor could do it, so could he. With that in mind, Marcus set to work, all sleepiness forgotten for the moment.

As he licked and sucked all of the evidence of their fucking off of the other boy, Marcus worked hard to keep his ass clenched tight so that nothing else would leak out. His ass felt sore and abused, and his cheeks colored faintly as he remembered begging the prefect to fuck him hard enough so that it would feel just that way. Finally getting all traces of come and ass off of the other’s skin, Marcus made to rise, nearly forgetting his own mess, traces of which was still on his own hand. His wrist was grabbed by the red h who who licked his hand cautiously, then smiled at him. ‘You forgot some, Flint’, he practically purred.
Marcus stared at him. Licking the other boy clean was one thing, even if his dick had been inside his ass. It was still someone else’s bodily fluids, and the slightly sour taste of his ass mixed with it wasn’t so bad as long as he focused on the task and not the substance. But licking his own come off of his hand? Eww—A little too sick, even for him.

‘You’d hate for all your hard work to go for nothing, wouldn’t you Flint?’ Percy continued. Marcus growled at him. That bastard! After he had let Percy fuck him nearly senseless, the little prick would still go to McGonagall if Marcus didn’t cooperate. Giving Percy a go to hell glare that only seemed to make him smile more, Marcus lowered his head slightly as he brought his hand up to his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stuck his tongue out and licked at a thin string of come. Wrinkling his nose, he tried not to gag at the taste or smell. It had cooled while he had been cleaning the prefect off, and it was trying to clump together, not wanting at all to come off. Grimacing, he opened his mouth and sucked on it. ‘Here, let me help you’ Percy told him, before bending his head to Marcus’s hand.

His tongue was warm and agile, rubbing insistently at Marcus’s flesh, swallowing greedily as he helped Marcus clean his hand up. Licking roughly at Marcus’s inner wrist as Marcus worked on the back of his hand, their eyes met. Percy smiled at him before kissing him roughly, pulling Marcus’s body against his. Marcus leaned into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of Percy’s still naked body against his own.

They both jumped as the bells started ringing. ‘Good heavens,’ Percy exclaimed, as they jumped apart, sounding much more like his usual prissy self. ‘It’s one in the morning! Hurry, get dressed! I’ll walk you back to the Slytherin dorms in case anyone else is up; I’ll tell them that you only just finished your detention, and I’m escorting you back. Well, what are you waiting for? Hurry up!’ He ordered Marcus brusquely as he scrambled into his own clothes. Marcus stared at him for a moment. He now remembered why he’d never liked the other boy; he gave too damn many orders. Sullenly redressing, he was surprised to feel Percy’s fingers lifting his face up. Snarling, Marcus tried to yank away. ‘Shh’. It’s alright,’ Percy soothed him quietly, right before he gave Marcus a gentle kiss, with only a hint of tongue. Pressing his forehead against the Slytherin’s, Percy told him, ‘It’s just that it’s late, and you’ve got a game tomorrow, and you need your sleep.’ After another gentle kiss, he helped Marcus finish getting dressed, just to prolong the closeness between them.

The walk to the Slytherin dungeons was both far too long and yet entirely too short for Marcus; he was full of contradictory feelings that he wanted to ponder. He had just had sex with the enemy, a Gryffindor, and it had been fantastic. That same Gryffindor had been, in turns, overwhelmingly cruel and devastatingly gentle. He was shocked when Percy gave him a quick kiss good night at the entrance to the dorms out in the open before handing him back his wand. He had made to turn away when Percy spoke. ‘You’re right. It is colder down here,’ the prefect said quietly, right before he turned and walked away. Marcus smiled. Right then, he was warmer, inside and out, than he’d ever been before.

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