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Pairings:
Percy/Marcus, finally!
Contents: Angst, Slash, POV
Spoilers: Yup. Books 2 and up.
Summary: Percy may be a freak, but that's not always a bad thing. That,
I think, is the worse summary I've ever come up with.
Status: Incomplete… only one more chapter. *sniffle*
A/N: First kiss. Finally. Sorry for the shortness. And Happy
Everything! Like Christmas and New Year and Hanukah even though that was a very,
very long time ago.
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Indicates the voices in Percy's head… rather his recalling past dialogue
Superstars and CannonballsInstead of Charlie, Ron is waiting at Hogwart's gate as we return. He's as tall as me now. He and Marcus converse rapidly, but I'm, too far gone to even want to try to figure out what they're saying. The void inside me has grown, but I've been fighting it with Marcus' help. I've given up my rule of the country, had an embarrassing chat with my father, spoken to the Muggle Minister for a hopeful alliance, and I have a nasty paper cut… But other than the impending doom and impending… whatever is going on between me and Marcus, life is great.
"Davies, go with Weasley," Marcus says tersely. "Percy, come with me."
"Roger," Ron nods.
"What?" Roger blinks.
Ouch, that was rotten.
"No!" Ron protests. "I meant – Never mind." He leads Roger away, muttering and shaking his head. Roger takes off after him.
"We've got a plan – "
"Have, not got," I correct.
"We have a plan," Marcus repeats, exasperated, "with one missing factor." He leads me into the castle. "You are that factor." Well, I saw that coming. "You are the only one able to get in, next to undetected, and you know the layout of your flat." I should hope so.
"I still don't – "
"You owe it to Oliver… and you can transform."
"So that's what this is about," I grumble as we come to a stop outside of Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Obviously," he states as if it really were.
The gargoyle opens up.
Oh, that was the password.
"Look, Percy, you're in this until the end no matter what, so make the most of it," he glares at me.
"That was certainly optimistic of you," I mutter under my breath, not to mention uncharacteristic.
"Flint, my dear brother, welcome to the end of the world," Charlie grins maniacally. All's normal here.
"Mr. Weasley, it is not the end of the world, so please refrain yourself from calling it such and frightening your brother," Professor Dumbledore reprimands lightly, winking at me. Even after all these years I still don't trust him, no one can be that jovial all of the time.
"But those bug eyes are worth it," he complains.
I narrow my gaze.
"Your eyes did the split-pupil thing again," Marcus whispers into my ear.
All right, everyone can stop playing mind games on Percy now.
"Right. Down to business," Professor Dumbledore clasps his hands together.
"Please," Snape drawls. I hadn't even noticed he was there. Oh, Harry's here too, as well as Hermione.
"Mr. Weasley, this will test the extent of your power and the power of the Jewel." Professor Dumbledore motions to the empty chair.
I heavily take a seat.
"Just wing it," Ron grunts, returning.
Eyebrows rise.
"That's – that's all I have," he shrugs, coloring. "Crabbe couldn't tell me anything that could be used against them."
"You've – you – just – " I sputter.
Charlie bites his lip as Snape glares.
Professor Dumbledore clasps his hands together again. "Mr. Flint, Mr. Weasley, proceed with care. There will be a port key to take you to Downe. You should emerge in a wood behind the establishment."
Well. Then. Organization.
"I suppose Percy should transfigure for this," Marcus says offhandedly.
"Transfigure?" Ron asks, boggled. "Nobody said anything about any transfiguration."
Snape glares, Charlie picks at the lint on his sleeve, Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkle, Harry looks away, and Marcus looks like he's about to kill Ron.
"He … didn't know? I distinctly remember telling him!"
I glare at Marcus.
"Is anyone going to inform me?" Ron demands hotly.
No one is going to explain…
I look to everyone – they are all are looking at me expectantly.
They want me to explain.
"I'm a Wild Mage," I state crossly. "You know that."
"Like I knew what a Wild Mage does!" he counters bitingly. "Yes Flint – Ok then, I suggest that you transfigure."
I snap to Marcus who is all innocence.
I don't buy that.
"We'll take the port key tomorrow," Flint announces, shoving me from the office.
"Marcus, wha- "
He tugs me back to our rooms, slamming the door.
"Tomorrow we are going to be able to communicate with each other mentally. Without destroying that wall again."
"You had to drag me all the way from that meeting – "
"Focus on what you are doing, leave the rest to others." He hisses, encroaching on my personal space.
I take a step back.
"We need that link," Marcus says threateningly.
"How do – " I take another step back, running into the door. It opens inward, so I couldn't spill myself out into the hallway.
"DNA," he explains. "We need to exchange blood." All of those blood born diseases…
"Meaning?" I reply nervously, searching for the door handle frantically.
"And because I don't feel the need to slit my wrist…" He seizes the front of my robes. An overwhelming sense of déjà vu floods my system.
He pushes me flat against the door with a thud, knocking the air from my lungs, and bites my lower lip until blood trickles down my chin. I think it's blood… it might me saliva.
"Ouch!" I yelp, licking it from my face. Fresh blood.
I growl deep in my throat, wanting more.
"Do it," Marcus urges. As if I need encouragement.
I want that blood.
I chomp down hard on his lip, tearing it open, and then lap up the blood.
He chortles and the sound reverberates, heading straight for my groin. His hands grasp my shoulders and a knee parts my legs, pressing his thigh against my crotch.
Releasing the doorknob, I wrap my arms around his waist, still lapping up the blood.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth and does indescribably wonderful things with his own tongue.
I dig my fingers into his back, groaning into his mouth. He is now supporting me, with the help of the door.
My head is spinning.
Oh. Right. I need oxygen.
I withdraw my tongue hastily, banging my head against the door, breath labored.
"You should have asked," I pant.
"Would you have preferred mucus?" he scoffs, breath as short as mine.
Yuck. I shake my head. "At least this was purely scientific."
"Not purely," he smirks lopsidedly.
I moan in irritation, pushing him off me. Which is really not a wise idea as he was what was holding me up.
Thank Merlin for the door so I don't collapse into a puddle of goo on the floor. Instead I slide into a puddle of goo on the floor.
"Bastard," I breathe.
"But you love me anyway," he smiles cockily, offering me a hand up.
I thin my bruised lips, accepting the hand. "Yeah," I whisper. Louder I say, "Did the link work?"
"Think of something."
"The only thing I can think of is how my legs won't hold my weight," I reply, still dazed slightly, tripping on my own feet – conveniently into Marcus.
He looks at me in disbelief. "That could not have been your first snog. You're twenty for Christ's sake."
"Did the link work?" I repeat. Actually it's not: Penny was.
"Yeah. The link worked."
I'm still in his arms…
"So we'll be able to communicate telepathically." He nods. "For how long?"
"As long as my blood is in your system." He tightens his hold on me.
Dreaming is going to be interesting tonight.
"Bastard."
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TBC
Thank you to my charming reviewers.
Kia: Yeah! A fan! You don't have feathers, do you? Sorry, Olly moment.
Lulu-chan: I have to end the war, eh? Hmmm….. Don't worry about Roger, Oliver, and Cedric, that will be explained in the last chapter. Happy Christmas and New Year to you too. ^^ I haven't seen the Two Towers yet… (I have some issues with time management.) However, I prefer Aragorn to Legolas. Legolas is too bish for my tastes.
Mar: Wow, you read this in one sitting? Wow. I hope this chapter is as entertaining as the others.
Switch: I think that is as much Marcus/Percy action as ff.net will allow… I wonder if that means I should boost the rating to R… Hope that satisfied you. If not, I'm writing a lemony dream sequence about their combined dreams and will provide a link.
YamatoLuv7: Thank you and here's more! ^^
Akemi: Now, eh? Not then? Pooh. Well, there is your kiss and what a kiss it was, poor Percy's mind overloaded.
ColdDaye: The rest? Hmm… I think I can do that. As for the thing in Nepal taking Marcus' form, in the Lioness books, Alanna wants to fight something physical instead of the elements. So I guess it made sense in my mind that Percy would be fighting Marcus mentally. Erm… I hope that made sense.