Title: Moments of Perfection 2
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Marcus Flint
Prompt: #9 – Months
Word Count: 358
Rating: M (Possible strong but non-explicit adult themes, references to violence, and strong coarse language.)
Summary: Marcus contemplates regret.
Author's Note1: A companion piece to "Moments of Perfection 1"; As this fic is too short to really explain it all I'll put it like this: Marcus and Oliver are muggles in a band equivalent to the Backstreet Boys.
Author's Note2: WARN: Slash; An instalment of "The Alternate Universes of FJ Weasley (Wood-Flint)".
Disclaimer: I own nothing …
He knew there would be regret for these actions. There was no way around it.
He knew they shouldn't have gone this far but he couldn't bring himself to stop. His chosen partner was willing…
He was willing…
He banished all thought as he thrust into the body beneath his, felt excitement pulse in his veins with every moan that his ministrations coaxed from the throat of his lover. He was intoxicated by the sheen of mixing sweat that cast an enchanting glow on their skin in the moonlight shining through the hotel window. He relished in the delicious pain that burned his back as his lover dragged their fingernails across his skin.
He ignored everything outside this bubble they'd created as he lay in his lover's arms.
For the moment life was perfect.
-o0o-
Marcus sat on the edge of the sofa in his darkened living room, his head resting sorrowfully in his hands.
He knew there'd be regrets.
Soon after sharing his bed Oliver began to pull away from him. It had hurt but Marcus had known it would come. What hadn't been expected was Oliver's disappearance once the tour ended.
It was his fault, he knew it. The others said it wasn't but the others didn't know it all. The brunet with the honey-brown eyes had been gone half a year and he wondered now if he'd ever see the younger man again. (1)
He stood and walked from the living room to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the lights. Went to the liquor cabinet, chose a half-full bottle of vodka and located a shot glass. He filled the glass and tossed it back, feeling the fuzzy warmth spread down his throat, a strange sort of burning dull of any pain.
He'd cried many tears in the past months but recently he was finding his tears had run dry.
A second shot and the bottle was placed back into the cupboard.
He walked back through the dark, empty house and slowly ascended the stairs. His slightly vodka numbed senses ignored the feel of the single tear that slithered its way down his cheek.
- 30 -
THE END
Companion Piece: "Moments of Perfection 1"
Footnotes:
(1) Brunet – apparently this is the masculine form of brunette. The things we learn reading fan fiction... Kinda like watching CSI, lol.
completed: August, 17, 2010