Author's Note: I got stuck writing another story I'm writing, so I thought I'd update this one, because I just love it. Thank you so much for the reviews. And I never expected 900 hits on my story. I didn't think many people read Marcus/Oliver. I thought everyone was all into the Harry/Draco stuff. That's pretty hot too, but I'm rambling... ON WITH THE STORY!

Someone also pointed out, it should be professor and not ms. and I never realized I had made that mistake so thankies for spotting that. I'll use professor now. Thank you for taking the time to notice that.


Chapter 6

It was a Friday afternoon. Students were anxious to get out of class and ready to start their weekends. Soon, the final bell rang, and everyone was out for the next few days. Well, almost everyone.

"Wash those boards good now," Professor Malischewski ordered Oliver, grading papers at her desk. She had assigned Oliver to clean the entire classroom for detention.

Oliver muttered under his breath and dipped the sponge into the bucket of water, dirty and grey from washing all of the other chalkboards before this one. He quickly wiped down the entire board to the best of his ability, then threw the sponge in the bucket, and turned to face the professor.

"I've finished," he announced. Professor Malischewski looked up from her papers at the classroom. It was nice, neat, and tidy. She sighed, not able to think of anything else for him to do.

"Very well, you're free to go," she said finally, turning back to her work. Oliver tried to suppress a leap for joy and quickly exited the classroom.

Dinner was halfway over, but he could still make it down in time to get a bite to eat. Oliver rushed down the empty hallways, the voices of hundreds of students chattering getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, he was on the floor, dazed.

"Wha-"

"Watch where you're going, Wood!" Marcus spat. Oliver made a face. Of all the people in the world he could've run into, it had to be Flint. Oliver stood up, dusting himself off.

"Coming from detention are we? I hope she didn't work you too hard," Marcus sneered, looking Oliver up and down with a look of disgust.

"And just what are you doing in the halls alone during dinner hour? Preying on the innocent?" Oliver snapped back. He was far too annoyed to deal with Flint's bullshit.

"I hardly doubt that you're innocent, Wood," Marcus teased, giving Oliver a slap on the rump. Oliver yelped in surprise. He recovered quickly, and grabbing the older boy by the collar, Oliver rammed Marcus into the nearest wall.

"Someone likes it rough," Marcus laughed.

"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, Flint," he said through clenched teeth. "But if you put your hands on me again-"

"Aww, what's big, bad Oliver Wood going to do?" Marcus faked dispair, before pushing Oliver, then turning around, so that it was Oliver rammed up against the wall. He then grabbed Oliver's wrists and pinned them above their heads. Oliver wiggled and tried to break free, but Marcus was stronger.

"Not so tough now are you?" Marcus whispered into Oliver's ear, sending a shiver down the younger boy's spine. Marcus was too close for Oliver's comfort. That's when he felt the warm sensation on his neck.

"Flint! What thefuck are you doing!" Oliver breathed out. There was no question to what he was doing, Marcus was nibbling and licking all over Oliver's neck, down to his collarbone, which made him shiver, all the way up to his earlobe, which made him let out a loud moan. When he realized that he was moaning for Marcus, he gathered up his strength and managed to push the taller boy off of him.

"Stay the hell away from me," Oliver warned, before running down the corridor.


Author's Note: Yay! The slashy-ness has arrived. More next chapter! I'm off to edit the other chapters now and make them better, then I'll get started on Chapter 7.