Title: The Fantastic Four
Author: Snappy Pants
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and that includes these characters.
Summary: Cedric Diggory, Marcus Flint, Roger Davies, and Oliver Woodare a fantastic foursome, but Roger goes astray…will they ever be the same again!
Ratings: light M hard T in chapters one and two, then a hard M in three.
Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING THINGS: hot sweaty foursome man sex, cussing, bloodplay/ sadomasochism, implied het blow jobs (ok, I don't like those either, but it's necessary for the plot, and only implied, SO, I forgive me), sap, OOC, Cho-bashing (honestly though, who doesn't love a good Cho-bashing?)
Note: okay, each character has three names, snerk, just because I decided they needed to have nicknames. This really isn't more than usual; normally you have the first name, last name, house, and position. I'm just using nicknames instead of positions, and the nicknames all start with the same letter (or sound) as their real first names.
The Fantastic Four
Chapter One: I Just Wanted Some Kink
Cedric Diggory, Marcus Flint, Roger Davies, and Oliver Wood lay in a gasping, sweaty pile.
"Have I mentioned lately how glad I am Sara is a prefect?" Marcus said idly, in a somewhat breathy voice, "We would never all fit in those beds in the house dorms. Not to mention the whole 'you're in the wrong house' and 'what the fuck are they doing up there' thing."
"Don't forget the fact that we're all supposed to be bitter enemies here Melissa. I for one hate you," added Davies in a sarcastically haughty tone as he slapped Marcus's ass. Melissa squawked in indignation. After a moment of silence:
"So was it good for you too?" Wood gasped. All four burst out laughing.
"Judging from the noises Sara over here was making, I'd be willing to bet my ass he enjoyed it immensely. And we all know how much I value my ass." Cedric made an indignant noise and tried to throw a pillow at Davies, but realized it was wedged under Octavia, and gave Roxy a half-hearted elbow in the ribs instead of a mouthful of pillow.
"Hey, I don't recall you complaining when I was sucking your cock Melissa, so be nice to Sara, or the Queen, moi, shall have to open a can of whoop-ass on you. Besides, if I didn't make the incredibly alluring noises I do, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between me and Octavia here, our local silent sex-doer."
"Do-ee," Oliver corrected, rousing himself from his ritual post-coital nap to correct Sara's statement.
"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person Sara?" Marcus sounded amused and slightly confused. The other three burst into a fit of giggles…again.
The giggles finally subsided, and the four lay there, tangled in a ball of well-muscled and tanned limbs, stroking a thigh here, playing with hair there.
"Hey, have you two seen Roxy?" Oliver flung his bag on the table in the secret corner of the library the Fantastic Four always sat at together. Marcus and Cedric looked up from the essays they were writing for Ancient Runes.
"Nope," said Cedric, turning immediately back to his essay. Marcus shot him a fond glance, ruffling his hair.
"Friggin' Hufflepuff, always doing your damn work."
"As cute and sex-inducing as this is guys, none of us have seen Roxy. Where the hell could he be? He was supposed to help me with these goddamn potions." Oliver pouted.
"Oh relax Octavia. I'm sure he's around here somewh-"
"Hey girls, sorry I'm late." Two sets of eyes went wide, and Marcus shoved his elbow into Cedric's ribs until the disgruntled Hufflepuff looked up. His jaw dropped. Marcus was drooling.
Roger had showed up in the library, his hair disheveled, eye's over-bright, and lips looking slightly more pink and wet that normal.
"Oh….my….god. Rox, you look positively scrumptious. Get your ass over here," said Marcus, beckoning the other boy to come sit in his lap. Roger moved to comply, before Cedric pulled his tongue back in his mouth long enough to look puzzled.
"Wait a sec here girls. Just how, exactly, did you get to be looking so scrumptious Roxanne?"
"Ouch, that hurts Sara," said Roger, feigning a chest wound. "Honestly, you cut me to the quick love."
"No, wait, he's right," said Oliver. Marcus threw up his hands, looking frustrated.
"Honestly Octavia, you're acting like a petty bitch, why the fuck does it matter how he got this sexy. All that really matters is that he is this sex, and he's ours, SO…" But the other two boys weren't backing down.
"Show me your dick Roxanne," said Cedric in a tone that left no room for argument.
"WHOA! What a minute there girls, don't I get foreplay?"
"I'm not kidding Roger, pull it out right now." Oh crap, Roger knew he was in trouble now, they never used each others first names, hadn't since that first time in second year.
"What, in the middle of the library? No way!"
"Oh come off it, you're not in the middle of the library, you're in our corner, that no one even knows about, let alone comes into. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time." Even Marcus was starting to look slightly suspicious, but he wasn't willing to believe the worst of one of his lovers.
"Come on Rox, just pull it out and get it over with so these to bitches can get over themselves and we can all go fuck in the prefect's dorm." Roger looked at Marcus with a pleading look in his eyes that said 'please don't make me do this'. Marcus's gaze hardened and he gave the other boy raised eyebrows.
Roger sighed, pulled open his robes, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his cock. Oliver stuck a bold hand out and palmed the other boy. Before he let go, Oliver met Roger's gaze. 'Shit', thought Oliver.
"So who's been boffing you Roxy?" said Oliver in a poison-honey voice.
"What the hell are you talking about 'Tavia?" Roger was starting to sweat, his voice sounded slightly panicked. Oliver turned slightly to face the other two boys.
"His cock's wet." Oliver turned back to face Roger. "So unless you've been giving yourself a blow job, which I highly doubt, since you're the least flexible of all of us and even I can't do that, I'd say the ballots are in bitch, and the jury votes: you've been cheating on us."
Marcus looked at Roger, his eyes pleading silently. "Come on Rox," he said quietly, his voice shaking dangerously, "tell him he's crazy and wrong…Please Rox, tell me he's wrong."
But Roger didn't say anything.
Oliver stood there, a hard expression hiding the heartbreak inside while Marcus slid into his chair, unable to take his eyes off the fourth boy. Cedric, who's face was still marred with the shock of disbelief, scooted over to wrap an arm around Marcus' shoulders as the Slytherin put his head on the table and started to cry.
"W-were we just... just not good enough f-for you, Roger?" Marcus said through tears. Oliver's mask cracked a little, and Cedric look up from comforting Marcus to see Roger's response.
"Mel….it..it wasn't like that. I just…I just needed some kink, ya know?" Roger stuck his hands in his pockets, shrugging and looking uncomfortable. Marcus choked.
"Just get out Davies. Get out now." Oliver's tone was cold, and Roger turned away from his three lovers.
It had been almost a week since the scene in the library. Marcus was looking terrible, his hair was dirty and un-washed, there were bags under his eyes, and if one of the remaining two looked close enough, they could usually see tear streaks on his face.
Lucky for them, Marcus was the worst off. Cedric was withdrawn a little, and more dedicated to his homework than ever, but that was really to be expected, with spring midterms coming up.
Oliver was playing the 'rock'. He was always there to hold Marcus when he cried at night, and to give Cedric a mug a coffee when he'd been up all night 'studying', a.k.a. distracting himself from the fact that there were only two people to welcome him into bed, instead of three.
And being the rock that he was, of course, Oliver never cried…in public.
Roger sat by himself in the Ravenclaw common room, staring around at the walls he had never really seen before, since he was always either in the library or in the prefects' private dorms. He sighed, dragging a hand through his already rumpled hair.
"Hey Roger," said a female voice. Roger looked up from the ink spot on the table he had been staring at for the past ten minutes.
"Oh, hey Cho." 'Fuck'.
"What's up? You look a little tense?" Cho gave him a suggestive glance, then looked around the common room to show that no one was there. "Everyone else is in the great hall having dinner, they won't be back for at least half an hour." Roger gulped.
"Uhh…" but before the sound was really even out of his mouth, Cho had flicked her wand and sent him flying, smacking into the wall where his hands and feet were quickly bound with invisible restraints.
His head hit the wall hard, leaving, him pleasantly dizzy, and he could feel the restraints cutting into his skin like hot wire. He let out a small moan.
Roger felt fire streak across his face, and he wondered where his shirt had gone as he watched Cho brandish a flogger (where had she gotten that!). Neither of them said anything as Cho stalked towards him, beating him with the nine-tails (1), with what could only be described as a smirk on her face.
Lost in a haze of burning pain and a sucking mouth, it wasn't long until Roger came.
end chapter
1- flogger cat of nine tails long-handled, short whip (the handle and the actual whip part are about the same length, about two feet-ish a piece) with nine leather strips that have knots and small silver 'claws' at the end of each strip. SNERK.