Experiment
James is grabbed from behind, his arms pinned behind him and a hand over his mouth. He is bundled through a door into what can only be a broom cupboard. It is pitch dark, the smell is a mixture of disinfectant and damp, and his head strikes the corner of a shelf, causing him to swear loudly. His assailant mutters a silencing spell, and a second spell which fixes James' arms behind him. It is the first time he has spoken. James does not recognise the voice, but there is something in the tone which is familiar.
Before he can think of anything more, there are hands in his hair and a face close to his. He is kissed fiercely, the hands moving down from his hair to pull his body close to his attacker's. The body forced against his is hard and lean and smells familiarly of sandalwood, leather and aniseed. The kiss is prolonged and James struggles against it, but the spells hold him fast.
Eventually he is freed and the other boy steps back as far as he can in the limited space available.
"I wanted to see what my brother saw in you," a voice whispers, low and bitter. "I don't see it. I really don't."
He mutters the spell to free James' arms and restore his voice, but is gone before James can act, the door banging behind him. James is left alone in the dark.