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Warning for Ghost!AU, sexual innuendos, a voyueristic scene, fade to black several times, and mentions of cheating on significant other. There might also be a slight bit out of character due to the Ghost!Au. Word count is 4,515 words. I hope you all enjoy Ghostly Reunion.
He would have never thought something like this could happen to him ever in his entire life. Marcus had, of course, had encounters with ghosts before. But they'd never been anything like what he'd just been through.
He remembers what he'd at first thought was a dream very vividly. He thought it was the sort of dream that was so vivid that you felt like it was happening in real-time. But as he plays the events over in his head he knows he should have known better than that.
It had all started when he'd gone back to Hogwarts for a school reunion which Oliver Wood had set up. He hadn't wanted to go at first. His life hadn't turned out at all the way he'd expected it to. He was still a reserve Quidditch player on one of the worst teams possible. His boyfriend of five years had left him for a woman saying that his relationship with Marcus had been an experiment. In the end, he'd decided that sleeping with another man wasn't for him and decided that he was straight.
But his best friend Montague had told him that if he didn't go to the reunion he'd just be telling them all these things without showing them the ruins of his life.
"It'll be good for you to go to the reunion, Marcus," Montague had said, smirking at him. "Who knows maybe you'll find a hot guy to hook up with and make you forget all about what's his name?"
Marcus had cocked his head to the side in thought. He was pretty sure that he'd run into his ex-boyfriend at the reunion but it would be more than worth it to find a new fuck buddy and show them off in front of him. He wasn't thinking of jumping into another relationship just yet. But he was a man and he had needs that needed to be satisfied by someone besides his hand.
"You know what, Montague," he said, smirking at the other man as he slapped him on the back. "You're right. It would be good for me to get out of my own head and find someone to…."
"Marcus," the ex-Slytherin Chaser said, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, okay," he said, holding his hands up, dark eyes glittering with an emotion he hadn't felt since he had met his ex. "But if someone offers I'm certainly not going to push them away or say no."
Montague had shaken his head and walked away from him leaving Marcus to plan and prepare for the reunion. He'd find the perfect man to parade around as his date for the evening. He'd have to make sure the guy was handsome enough to make all the straight women and gay men jealous that this beautiful creature was here on Marcus Flint's arm and not their own. He hadn't realized that he'd been walking until his handsome next-door neighbor had greeted him.
"Hey, Marcus," James's voice floated to him from across the yard that connected the two houses. "I didn't see you leave today. Early day, love?"
Had Marcus been paying attention to what was being said and not letting his eyes rove over the body of the handsome man behind the fence, he was pretty sure he'd have caught the term of endearment. But he had only been paying attention to the perfectly toned muscles of the man's upper body that led to what he knew to be a perfectly toned lower half too. There had been many a day when he'd spent hours trailing James and just staring at his backside.
"Um...yes," he said, smirking. "Early morning Quidditch practices are the worst."
"I'll drink to that," James said, raising an eyebrow.
"You play Quidditch too?" Marcus asked, trying to keep the amazement out of his voice. "What don't you do?"
"Laundry. Lily's always on me about doing laundry."
"Women, right?"
"Right," James said, nodding and leaning on the fence. An action that brought his tantalizing scent closer to Marcus. "You seemed rather deep in thought before I interrupted you. What were you thinking about?"
"Just this stupid Hogwarts reunion, my ex-rival is planning for this month," Marcus said. "I'm trying to wrack my mind for a hot-looking guy I can pretend I'm dating to bring with me."
"I'm sure you could have your pick of the men and women out there, can't you?" James asked, roving his eyes over Marcus without hiding his intentions. "Why do you need to wrack your mind for a person?"
"I'm not exactly everyone's idea of a perfect mate," Marcus said, wriggling his eyebrows. "I'm more focused on the physical pleasures a relationship can bring. Most guys I date want more than that. They want commitment while I just want to have fun and get my jollies on a nightly basis if you know what I mean."
"You're a man who knows what he wants. That's a good thing. Most women and men like that in a partner. I know I would if…." He stopped short as if hearing something from a distance. He sighed and turned back to Marcus. "If you don't find someone who's up to your physical standards by the time of this reunion, call me."
Marcus couldn't help the suggestive moan that came from his mouth. "You know I will," he said, watching James turn and walk back towards the house and her. His eyes didn't leave the man's retreating back until he was no longer close enough to see the perfect backside those thighs led up to.
If Marcus was being perfectly honest with himself, he had always fantasized about being intimate with James since he'd moved in next door to the man in question and Lily. It had gotten to the point by this time that he'd fantasized about allowing James to be intimate with him. After all, the man was a god in Marcus's mind and gods could have anything or anyone they wanted.
"Oy, Flint," Adrian Pucey, his roommate, called as he entered the house, "Weasley wants to know when you'll be sending his stuff to Ministry."
"When I feel like," he hissed, storming past a confused Adrain and towards his room on the second floor.
He truly hadn't meant to be harsh with Adrain. He was after all the only person who could truly tolerate Marcus at the best of times. Besides James that is. He stormed towards the door of his room, hoping that he wasn't too early.
As he opened the door he could see the shades in the next house over going up. This was his ritual. Every day after he came home from practice if James was in the yard when Marcus came home, he'd rush up to his room in order to see this show. He knew that James knew he was watching. The man had to have known he was watching because why else would he do what he was doing if he didn't?
The shade had just come to a stop revealing James with his back to the window. The dark-haired god of a man was deep in conversation with someone. More than like her. Not that he didn't like Lily. He just knew that James was more attracted to people with an appendage or more than Lily had in a certain direction.
He settled down on the bed for the show, allowing the voyeuristic feeling to leave him. If James didn't want him to watch this he wouldn't have opened the shade for Marcus or anyone else in the house next door to see.
The tight tee-shirt that he most times ignored and pretended wasn't even on James's body was lifted over the man's head to reveal the most tightly knotted shoulders Marcus had ever seen. He imagined his hands kneading those sore needy muscles until they relaxed under his fingers. James's well-muscled back was smooth and perfect and covered in the dark love bites he always imagined leaving on the man's unblemished skin.
Marcus was just settling down to enjoy his free show when his bedroom door was thrown wide open and Adrain and Percy walked in. Percy looked disgusted with what they'd just caught Marcus watching. Adrian, however, was quite used to walking in on such a thing didn't seem that bothered by it.
"If you can tear yourself away from the show," Percy said icily looking at Marcus, "I've come for the items I keep asking to be returned to me."
"What's your problem?" Marcus snapped, standing up his back to the two. Not that he was a prude of a man but he didn't want Percy to see him like this. After all, Percy was a prude in some ways and would judge him harshly. Not that that actually mattered to Marcus. He took one last look out the window to see his neighbors collapsing into bed together and couldn't help wishing he was in that room in that house with him, no, them. "I'll get your stuff, Weasley. Just go downstairs and wait for it. You don't have any right to be in this room anymore."
Percy huffed in annoyance making Marcus smirk. He could remember a time when all he wanted to was to keep the redhead in this room, a weak trembling mess as he lay in trembling from the efforts of their love-making. But those days had obviously been thrown out the window and Percy had no right to sound so affront. Especially not after choosing Audrey over Marcus.
"Marcus…." Percy began, moving forward hand outreached to touch his shoulder. A thing which would have led to Marcus saying something which would have led to kissing which would have led to all of the sensual feelings that Marcus loved to feel when with a lover.
"Downstairs!" he said more forcefully than he'd wanted to.
He caught sight of Percy in the reflection of the window biting his lip as though about to say something then letting out a frustrated sigh and turning towards the door. He also caught sight of Adrian's face in the same mirror. His friend looked rather disappointed but Marcus didn't care. They'd interrupted his fun time and that couldn't just be left to stand.
"I'll be down with Percy's things in a few minutes," he told Adrian, "If he doesn't like that I can send his things to his office at the Ministry and you can tell him I said that."
"Marcus, he might be having seconds thoughts about her," Adrian said, putting a comforting hand on Marcus's shoulder. "He didn't ask about his things. He asked to see you."
So he could ask me personally about his things, Marcus thought picturing James's smooth unblemished hard muscled back under him. He was pretty sure he was quite over Percy Weasley by now. He had his eyes something new and even more handsome, who he was sure went both ways.
However, he didn't say any of this to Adrian. He looked at his friend in the mirrored surface of the window taking in his look. "Just tell him I'll be down in a few minutes will you?"
"Okay," Adrian said, walking out the door and closing it gently.
Marcus was glad that Adrian knew enough to know that that door needed closing. Walking across the room, he locked the door so he wouldn't have any more interruptions to his fun and turned back to the room across the way. The sensations he loved most when he was with a sexual partner built and built as he watched the couple next door continue to make love unaware of their audience. At least, on Lily's part. Marcus could have sworn he saw James look over his shoulder every once in a while as though aware he was being watched from the room across the yard from his. And not for the first time Marcus Flint found himself wondering what it would feel like to be Lily for James.
After his show and a bit of fun, Marcus washed his hands after gathering Percy's items. Everything that had made up their relationship was thrown into a box and the box was closed. He smirked as he opened the door. If Percy was having second thoughts on being Audrey Bellview it was much too late. He'd even tell the man that much. Then he'd go over and take James up on his offer of going to the reunion with him. He'd even intimate at how much fun they'd have there. All for Percy's hearing.
"Marcus…." Percy said, stepping towards him in the manner he used when he was well and properly in the mood for a shag.
"If you are here for your things," Marcus said, holding the box out to his ex-lover, "here they are. All properly packed and ready for you to take."
"Marcus, can't we talk about this?" Percy asked, his voice sounding as desperate as it ever when he and Marcus had been fighting and would withhold physical pleasure from each other. "I think I made a…."
"A mistake?" Marcus asked, scoffing coldly at Percy's desperate blushing face. He knew that Percy Weasley had never had to beg so hard for anything in his life. Not that begging would help in this situation. No. He'd broken Marcus's heart or what people would call Marcus's heart. Now it was Marcus's turn to return the favor. "I guess you should have thought of that before now."
"What do you mean?" Percy asked, pressing himself hungrily against Marcus as though he wasn't dating another person at the moment. "You said that there would always be room for me in…."
"In my bed and nowhere else, Weasley." Marcus's eyes glittered coldly. "And that was before I met my new boyfriend."
"New boyfriend?"
"Yeah," Marcus said, nodding and looking over towards the house next door lustfully. "New boyfriend. He's good-looking. He's intelligent." He then leaned closer to Percy whisper about James's prowess in bed a thing he'd only ever seen used on Lily. But he assumed it to be true no matter what the sex of James's partner was.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you then," Percy said, taking the box of stuff from Marcus's hands and heading to the door. "I won't bother again."
When Percy was out of sight of the door, Marcus left the house and walked towards the part of the fence that James would be waiting at. He usually did wait after Marcus's private show and it was usually to tease Marcus mercilessly. And today was no different.
"Hello there, sexiness," came the laughing voice of the dark-haired god himself. His eyes shone with a hungriness that didn't belie the fact that he'd just be satiated by his lover. "Can I help you with something?" He ran a hand down Marcus's arm sending a chill down his arm which caused gooseflesh to pop up all over his arm.
"Actually," Marcus said, leaning into the touch with a fervor he hadn't felt since he'd first been with Percy all those months ago, " there is something I did wish to discuss."
"What's that?" James said, smirking.
"That reunion that I was telling you about earlier," Marcus said, seeing Percy standing stone still in the lane that led to the main street. "If that offer to go with is still open I think I'll take you up on it."
"It most certainly is," James said, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth in a coy way that signal he could see their audience in the lane and at the front door of the house that Marcus and Adrian occupied. "You want to give our audience a show?"
"Of course," Marcus said, with a smirk crossing his face before it was cut off by the press of soft, warm, moist lips bruisingly frantic across his own.
"I think I'll show you the best time you've ever seen," James whispered against Marcus's lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth and gently pulling it before letting go. "Until then."
The nights between then and leaving for Hogwarts were a blur of days that led into nights filled with dreams of a most erotic sort. The feel of the handsome boy next door's hands and other parts of his body felt so real as though he truly were being intimate with the other man. Each day he'd awake and sleepy yet sore and satisfied by the dreams of the night. That was how real they were.
The morning of their travel to Hogwarts saw him wake with the greatest soreness he'd ever felt since the dreams had begun. It wasn't something he didn't like. He liked it very much. Especially in connection with James. His boy next door.
He walked downstairs after showering and dressing, ignoring the signs both non-physical and physical that there was something most strange going on. But Adrian couldn't ignore the signs of these things. He'd heard the sounds of his roommate in throws of passion with someone over the past few weeks and he couldn't keep his curiosity at check any longer.
"Marcus," Adrian said as Marcus gingerly sat at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee and a blueberry danish, "you didn't go proposition someone last night, did you?"
"Of course not," Marcus scoffed, picking at his danish and sipping his coffee. "What would make you think that?"
"It kind of sounded like you weren't alone last night. That's all."
"I'm pretty sure that I went to bed alone and I woke up pretty much the same way. If I had propositioned someone I'm pretty sure they'd still be here and I wouldn't be sitting at the breakfast table talking to you."
"Marcus…."
Marcus shook his head the conversation stopped there. In the back of his mind, Marcus knew that something strange was going on. He was pretty sure he hadn't gone to bed in the shape he'd woken up since accepting James's offer. But the boy next door couldn't be sneaking into his house and…..That was preposterous. James wasn't that sort of guy. He was the sort of guy who was quite open about things. Marcus was pretty sure that if the other man wanted to shag he'd come right out and ask.
But before Marcus could say any of this a knock sounded at the door saving Marcus from having to defend his dreams and self for having them. He walked over to the door after taking one last sip of his coffee. He wasn't surprised to find James on the other side of the door with a rather big bag on his shoulders.
"It's just going to be an overnight reunion," Marcus said, raising an eyebrow. "You really don't need that much stuff."
James smirked and put his bag down by the fireplace which they would be using to Floo to Hogwarts. "You can never have too much stuff," he said, looking over his shoulder at Marcus. "An old friend of mine told me that once."
"Is that so?"
"Yep."
"Want to sit down for a bite to eat before we head on our way?" Marcus motioning to his half-eaten breakfast which was on the table. "We've got anything you could want."
If Marcus had thought any was strange about James's not wanting to eat, it hadn't been thought for long. After all, some men liked to keep themselves in good shape. Not that Marcus didn't consider himself in good shape. He was. But he wasn't one of those guys who didn't feel the need to eat in order to do so.
But all thoughts of the strange breakfast part were swept from Marcus's mind as he walked into the Great Hall and was met with the sight of Percy with his arm around Audrey's waist. It wasn't long after that he felt arms go around his waist and turn him away from the sight of his ex and his ex's current love. If one could call her that considering what had happened yesterday.
"Jealous?" James asked, smirking flirty with Marcus.
"No," Marcus said, allowing himself to grind up against James as he turned in the older man's arms. The groan of pleasure this act brought made him want to mention the things he'd been thinking about recently and see if James would be receptive.
But then all of a sudden the close pressure of James's body was gone like magic. Marcus looked around to find the man and his large bag were nowhere to be seen. Which should have alerted him that something was off. Something was off big time. But the feel of James's body was still fresh in Marcus's mind and it fuels several ideas that he would suggest to his guest to this even later this evening when they were in the room that was set aside for them.
Meanwhile, Marcus made small talk with several of the Slytherin's who'd gone to school with him. Most teased him about losing Weasley which made him grit his teeth in annoyance. Didn't see him walk in with the gorgeous piece of man meat that was his date? Who would want a man who couldn't decide what they were when they could have James? Who wouldn't want James to begin with?
"Tell me that there isn't a man or woman in this place that isn't jealous of me for bringing him to the reunion with me," Marcus said, jerking his thumb towards James who was chatting with Nearly Headless Nick. "Tell me."
"Marcus, you do have a knack for finding yourself a new man quickly," Montague said, smirking. "Is he…."
"Wouldn't know," Marcus smirked. "Haven't gone that far yet."
"Tonight?"
"I'm not the sort of guy who….you know whats and tells," he said, causing a burst of laughter from his friends which turned James's attention to him quickly. He could feel that ball of fire in the pit of his stomach flame up higher as James' sent him a flirty smirk and wink. "I'll be back."
As he walked off towards where James stood, Marcus heard one of his friends, Montague maybe, chortled and then call out to him. "Go and get him nice and good, Flinty," he said, wriggling his eyebrows.
Marcus shook his head at his friends' antics. He was pretty sure he didn't need to do anything to get James. His James. His boy next door. The one he'd been fantasizing about for weeks on end now. Fantasizing so vividly that it felt almost real.
"Want to grab a bit to eat and then head up for some alone time for the rest of the evening?" James asked, wriggling his eyebrows.
"I thought you'd never ask," Marcus said, allowing himself to be led over to the Slytherin table.
The food couldn't come fast enough for Marcus. All he wanted to do was get some food in his system because he hadn't eaten since his small breakfast and then go and have some adult fun with his date. And James wasn't helping matters either. Especially not with the suggestive way he was eating the sausages he'd taken from the one serving tray.
It feels like forever before the evening meal has ended and he's grabbing James's hand and dragging the man towards the room that was theirs. He feels his needs and longing from the past few weeks growing to an aching pitch that won't be slaked until he's gotten what he wants and needs.
"Someone's in a hurry," James said, smirking as Marcus locked the door and turned towards him. "There must be something…."
"You know what I want," Marcus grunts out trying to control his desire for the dark-haired man in front of him.
"What is that?"
"Do I have to say? I thought you knew."
"I do know. I just want to hear you say the words."
"I want you to be with me like you are with Lily," Marcus says, feeling his heart speed up in anticipation. He'd never been with a man or woman where he wasn't the one in control of what was happening.
"Alright," James said, moving towards Marcus slowly causing the ache to spread through Marcus. Or at least the anticipation of the blessed ache he could only imagine until now. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Marcus said, closing the distance between the two of them and his lips brushing against James's in a dance that would soon end in passion.
"Just making sure," James murmured against Marcus's lips as he undid the younger man's belt and pants.
The next thing Marcus knows is an achingly beautiful pain. The most beautiful pain he's ever felt in his entire life. He doesn't know why but he wants more of it. It's almost as though his body is acting of its own accords. He's not in control of himself. The one who is is James and he's driving them both towards pleasures that Marcus had only ever dreamed of before.
"You like that, don't you?" moaned James who sounded deep in the throes of passion. Marcus had only ever imagined James sounding like this before. It sounded more beautiful in real life. It felt more beautiful in real life.
"Yes," cried Marcus, wanting and needing and wishing for more.
The passed in flares of pained passion which left Marcus tired towards the end. He crashed into bed and slept the most soundly he'd ever slept afterward. The feel of James's arms around making him feel safe and secure and loved. The feel of his bare skin still against Marcus's own making the younger man feel warm.
The next day Marcus woke up alone. James was gone from the room. The huge bag of fun he'd brought for them to play with last night was gone too. As though neither of them had been there at all. But the tight painful feeling he felt in certain regions of his body was telling him that last night had been more than real. Last night was everything he'd have hoped for and more. He crawled out of bed still naked as the day he'd been born.
"Couldn't have stayed for a wake-up call," Marcus moaned, looking towards the side of the bed where James should still be laying. He cursed a bit and then slowly dressed and headed down to the Great Hall. Some strange feeling of nostalgia made him go into the trophy room. He didn't understand why but it just felt like a place he should go.
What he saw when he reached the trophies and old pictures of past Quidditch teams made his blood run cold. He did a double-take as he looked at the team picture for Gryffindor's late 70's team. There sitting next to a winking man with darker hair than his own was Marcus's boy next door. His James. Whose name happened to be James Fitzgerald Potter? The smirking bespectacled man looked at him from the picture and Marcus could have sworn he saw the man wink and wriggle his eyebrows.
I hope you all enjoyed Ghostly Reunion as much as I enjoyed writing it. The thought of this pairing done in this way very much intrigued me and this plot bunny just wouldn't go away.
