"Marcus Wants Him Too"
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and elements from the Harry Potter series belong to J.K. Rowling.
Marcus knows Oliver wants him. He wants Oliver too. But one is not supposed to fuck one's rival. So Marcus continues to fuck with Oliver instead. He passes Oliver in the hallway between classes and smirks at him knowingly. All it takes is one curve of his lips and Oliver turns red.
He's leaving the Slytherin common room early one morning when Oliver grabs him and slams him against the cold stone wall. "Stop smirking at me all the time." Oliver hisses.
Marcus doesn't like being the one against the wall. He shoves Oliver away then grabs hold of the other boy's robes and pushes him into the wall. "Didn't we have this talk already, Wood?" he says, "We established that you're not my type and you should stop touching me."
Oliver doesn't try to push him away and that affirms what Marcus already knew. "Me touching you?" Oliver laughs, "You were the one with your hand on my cock."
"I was testing you!" Marcus retorts, "I touched you for one second and you got hard. Pathetic."
"Yeah?" Oliver reaches out and cups Marcus. Marcus swiftly slaps his hand away. "Afraid, Flint?" Oliver smirks at him.
Marcus has never been one for defense, he prefers to take the offensive. So he switches his line of argument now. "Of course I am. Don't want to be contamined by a pathetic little Gryffindor gay boy, do I?" He tightens his grip on Oliver's shoulder, knowing his fingers will leave bruises there. "What would your teammates say if they could see the way you practically beg me for it?"
Oliver makes a real effort to break away now, and Marcus has to use his strength in earnest to keep him pinned to the wall. "Don't you talk about my team, Flint!" Oliver yells. He's angry now, as Marcus expected.
"I'm curious, Wood, is it just me? Or do you stare at the Weasleys during post-game showers and then go jerk off? God, is even Potter safe from you?" Marcus laughs nastily as he taunts Oliver, who turns red and punches him. The Gryffindor didn't have enough leverage so the blow doesn't hurt much. Marcus laughs again just to annoy Oliver.
"Shut up, Flint! Don't talk about them." Oliver snarls.
He's so predictable. Quidditch is the only button Oliver has, so Marcus keeps pushing that button. He moves on to the female members of Oliver's precious team. "Someone should tell those chasers of yours, you know. It's not fair to have them pinning after you like that, thinking you'll notice them one day. Poor little Bell stares at you all the time - do you think I should go give her what she's been wanting?"
Oliver manages to shove Marcus away. He draws his fist back then smashes it into Marcus's face. Marcus can feel blood flowing from his broken nose. Marcus's amusement vanishes. "You're going to fucking regret that, Wood." he growls, but his words are slurred. Oliver's already walking away from him, shaking his head in disgust and muttering.
As Madam Pomfrey heals his nose, Marcus decides that the best revenge is to deny Oliver what he so obviously wants. Even if he has to deny himself as well.
End