Warning: Yep. This is still slash...well sort of. Kinda. Rating is for themes and language.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except what I'm trying to call the plot. Oh but if it *did* belong to me. Hmm that is a nice thought.

Notes: Ok thank you to all the people who know they deserve it. Also, I really do apologize for the fact that this is so short. And last but not least, thank you to everyone who is still reading this after so long. Thanx to Jess-ie-kins! The signature bastard smirk line as well as much of the beginning couple sentences are compliments of her Actually, she just about wrote this chapter. So and extra special thank you to *my* Marcus Flint, Jess thanx for bein my muse.

CHAPTER 6

Marcus sat in the darkness of the common room as he waited for midnight to come. He strolled down the hill towards the Quidditch Pitch at nearly twenty midnight, secretly hoping he hadn't waited too long. He decided he had to make the other boy wonder if he was going to show at all. The dark haired Slytherin plastered that signature bastard smirk of his on his face as he approached his rival.

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Oliver had spent the moments since he wrote that note regretting it. It wasn't because he didn't mean it or that he wanted to take it back, he was just scared. Scared of his feelings and what they meant, scared of Marcus not showing up, and mostly scared of what would happen if he *did* show up. He had been on the pitch at quarter to midnight and was just preparing to head back to the common room, when he again found himself face-to-face with his newest infatuation.

"I didn't think you'd show up." Oliver admitted bashfully.

"What do you want Wood?" The Slytherin spat hatefully. He didn't wait for the other boy to answer, "Haven't got a crush on me have you?" Marcus teased in a cruel voice.

Oliver immediately felt the need to be on the defensive, "No! Wha...Why would you think that?"

Oliver took a step back as Marcus took one forward. Grabbing the front of Oliver's robes, Marcus pulled him unnecessarily close, "Because of this," He said before kissing the shorter boy passionately yet not as roughly as the last time. Oliver felt himself kissing back, while his emotions ran through his entire body like electric waves.

"Don't play with me Marcus!" He shouted, trying to free himself from the other boy's grasp. Marcus laughed almost sadistically as he released the other boy, who stumbled slightly at the sudden release of his robes but regained his balance easily. "Oh don't worry...the time for play will come. Unfortunately, now is not that time." Marcus said with a slight smirk and a glint of mischief in his dark eyes. Oliver straightened his robes a bit, "What are you talking about?" He was rather confused. His eyes lit up in horror as it hit him, "I don't, I would never..."

"Don't flatter yourself Wood; I was talking about tomorrow's match." Marcus said grinning; he had gotten the exact reaction he had hoped for.

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Marcus considered the other boy for a moment, before a brilliant idea seized his thoughts. He was more than positive that it would work greatly to his advantage. Marcus took a step closer to the Gryffindor Keeper, a look of seductive mischief flickering in his dark eyes. "Though of course...perhaps if a little lust filled session is what you're lookin' for by asking me here..." Marcus told the other boy as he placed a hand on the small of his back and pulled him close for the second time that evening. "We might be able to work something out that could prove to be interesting."

The Gryffindor fell easily against the other boys Quidditch defined chest. His arms fell to rest on Marcus's shoulder and when he looked up, he found himself gazing into a pair of dark eyes spiked with lust. Oliver felt his cheeks redden and his lips parted slightly when the other boy's grip on him tightened considerably. "So whattaya say Wood?" Marcus said in a growl so low the Keeper pressed against him might mistake it for a purr. He was enjoying toying with Oliver Wood's obviously fragile emotions; this would surely become his new favorite hobby. "How about we make this a night to remember?" He said grinding his hips into Oliver.

Oliver didn't know what to think, was Marcus saying that he shared his feelings? No that couldn't be it; he couldn't even know what Oliver's feelings were.

Marcus looked into his rival's face; the shorter boy clearly didn't realize how easy he was to read. When the sandy-haired boy didn't answer, Marcus leaned in to steal another kiss from his rival. He made it a point to make the kiss soft, and faked a caring nature behind it.

Oliver was easily taken in by Marcus's nearly flawless performance of a human being. Perhaps it was his sudden attraction that made him want to believe the boy, or perhaps the butterflies fluttering about in his stomach, or perhaps it was the tingling in his groin. Never the less, it was not long before the Gryffindor keeper found himself leaning into the kiss and giving into the emotions that threatened to drown him if he didn't. The next thing Oliver knew, he found himself lying on the ground. Marcus Flint was atop him, kissing passionately.

Marcus snaked a hand under the leaner boy's shirt and began tracing the muscles of the boy's chest with his Quidditch calloused fingers. Marcus toyed with the Keeper's nipples until he felt the boy's swelling erection beneath him. Pulling out of the kiss they were currently engaged in and moving his mouth to the ear of the boy beneath him, he breathed into it and whispered. "So, Wood what's in this for me?" He licked the boy's ear and gave it a small bite.

Oliver opened his eyes wide in shock, had he really been that stupid? Apparently. Looking up at the dark eyes of Marcus Flint, he now saw the amused smirk and the malice in those eyes; he could not say a thing. He started to ask Marcus what he was talking about, he started to tell him that he didn't understand; Marcus laughed.

"Did you honestly think I would even *touch* you Wood, without it having a purpose?" He laughed again, "You're dumber than I thought. Fancy that." Marcus feigned thoughtfulness with a cruel humor in his stony eyes.

"Get off of me!" Oliver said in anger, squirming beneath the stronger boy.

Marcus laughed darkly at the other boy's pathetic display, "Oh I would...but you see...I don't really believe that you want me to do that." Marcus leaned down and began to suck at the creamy flesh of the crook of Oliver Wood's neck; gently he nipped at it, "Am I right?" Oliver didn't say anything; he couldn't, he was lost in a place between pleasure and reality. It was nice there he decided, so nice in fact, that he didn't mind the Slytherin's next comment. "So...I repeat Wood...what is in this for me?"

Oliver tilted his neck to the side slightly to allow the boy above him better access, if it felt this good did it really matter if Marcus didn't share his feelings. "I d-don't know." He sucked in a breath as Marcus began to trail his tongue over his skin. "Anything you want." Oliver blurted out in the heat of the moment; he had never felt this good before. Marcus kissed his neck one last time before pulling back and gazing at him, his smirk had returned full force, "Well you know..." Marcus told the boy slyly, "There is a Quidditch match tomorrow..."

Oliver was completely snapped out of the pleasure oasis he had been residing in and jerked away from Marcus as much as he could. "I would never!" Oliver was furious, "Move." In his sudden anger, he had found the force required to push Marcus from him. "That's low...even for you. Though of course I guess a troll like yourself would need to do such things to win on account of your poor skills," He paused for a moment, "What's a matter? Can't take anyone in a fair match? Oh that's right *you* can't."

"Big words Wood...but I could ask you a few questions of my own. What's a matter? Can't find anyone to fuck you for free?" Marcus looked the perfect example of cruel as Oliver looked at him one last time before retreating towards the castle.

Oliver could feel the tears threatening to fill his eyes, it made him feel like some sort of baby to be feeling the way he did.