A/N: I'm pretty sure you all know the procedure by now!! I own nothing and
JK Rowling owns all of the characters. I've just subjected them to the evil
scenarios in my twisted head. This is my first slash fic! Please R/R!!!
`Caught
Lightning crashed and thunder boomed as Oliver Wood made his way out to the Quidditch pitch. He would go there to think, regardless of the weather. It was his safe haven; his hide-away from the every-day world. Oliver spent a lot of time alone there. Thinking. Flying.
There was a second figure following the Gryffindor from a distance. If Oliver was aware, he didn't show it. Wood made his way up to the bleachers and sat down. The cloaked figure stood behind Wood as he turned around.
"Flint!" Oliver gasped as he jumped, "I thought I was alone. What are you doing here?"
"Out for a walk," Marcus replied as he drew his hood back, "I saw you and thought I'd follow."
Oliver nodded and stood up as Marcus walked towards him. Marcus lifted his hand to Oliver's face and lightly ran his fingers down the pale boy's jaw. The two boys drew closer and slowly closed the gap between them as their lips lightly brushed together. Oliver started to say something, but Marcus stopped him as he took Oliver' head between his hands and kissed him. The two boys stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity to the both of them and then separated.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The two boys stumbled in the dark as they made their way to Flint's bed. The Slytherin dorm and common room were surprisingly empty, which worked to the advantage of the two boys. Oliver tugged at Marcus' robes as they made their way to the bed. Oliver straddled Marcus and pulled him into a deep kiss as the door to the dorm roomed creaked open, and a dark figure stepped into the room. One word ran through the boys' heads as the room was bathed in light.
Caught.
`Caught
Lightning crashed and thunder boomed as Oliver Wood made his way out to the Quidditch pitch. He would go there to think, regardless of the weather. It was his safe haven; his hide-away from the every-day world. Oliver spent a lot of time alone there. Thinking. Flying.
There was a second figure following the Gryffindor from a distance. If Oliver was aware, he didn't show it. Wood made his way up to the bleachers and sat down. The cloaked figure stood behind Wood as he turned around.
"Flint!" Oliver gasped as he jumped, "I thought I was alone. What are you doing here?"
"Out for a walk," Marcus replied as he drew his hood back, "I saw you and thought I'd follow."
Oliver nodded and stood up as Marcus walked towards him. Marcus lifted his hand to Oliver's face and lightly ran his fingers down the pale boy's jaw. The two boys drew closer and slowly closed the gap between them as their lips lightly brushed together. Oliver started to say something, but Marcus stopped him as he took Oliver' head between his hands and kissed him. The two boys stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity to the both of them and then separated.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The two boys stumbled in the dark as they made their way to Flint's bed. The Slytherin dorm and common room were surprisingly empty, which worked to the advantage of the two boys. Oliver tugged at Marcus' robes as they made their way to the bed. Oliver straddled Marcus and pulled him into a deep kiss as the door to the dorm roomed creaked open, and a dark figure stepped into the room. One word ran through the boys' heads as the room was bathed in light.
Caught.