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George F. Weasley ([info]gredilicious) wrote in [info]occultus,
@ 2011-10-27 00:20:00


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Entry tags:char: george weasley, char: marcus flint

Who: George Weasley and Marcus Flint
When: Friday night - Between midnight and four a.m.
Where: Marcus' House
Rating: Maybe R
Summary: After a short night at the club Drunk!George decides to pay the Grumpy Falcon a visit.
Status: Complete.

George was not drunk. Nope. Not a bit. Definitely not.

Okay, maybe a little.

He was having a great time at the club, dancing away and getting a few admirers. George knew he could move, a talent both he and his Twin shared, however no one he danced with seemed to keep his attention long. Probably because his mind was elsewhere... in Manchester. A little smile must have crossed his face because the girl he was dancing with thought that was an invitation to start nuzzling his neck. Immediately George pulled away and the girl pouted, not that really affected George. Cute looks tended to fall flat on him unless you were a kitten or a puppy.

He weaved his way through the crowd and nodded to a security guard before going upstairs to the VIP rooms. He went to his favourite one, the one with the red door - fumbling with his wand a bit to unward it. Entering the room, George flopped on the black sofa and summoned a bottle of Jack Daniels - which he proceeded to drink straight from the bottle. After the amber liquid burnt down his throat, he let out a little whine.

"Damn training, early match," he rambled in a somewhat nonsense manner. He wasn't planning to go bother Grumpy before the last match before mid-season break but he wanted to. People at the club were so blah.

With the bottle of Jack in hand, George stood and apparated directly into the Chaser's room. At least he thought it was Grumpy's room. "Ow!" On further inspection and a bump to the knee on some foreign object proved that he was not in the bedroom but rather the bathroom.

George froze when he heard shuffling from the next room and a low growl. Sounded like he woke someone up and they didn't sound too happy. He opened the door a little and spotted Mac - the Great Dane looking back with narrowed yet curious eyes. "Easy boy, just me." George reassured in a whisper, putting his hand out so the pup could get his scent in the dark. Mac sniffed and snorted, probably smelling the smoke smell from the club. The pup then went to sniff the bottle of Jack Daniels causing George to pull it away quickly and say in a much louder whipser, his words sounding a little slurred from the alcohol. "No, no, no... not for pups. Grumpy and Twinks only. Yeah?"


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[info]flinted
2011-10-26 12:58 pm UTC (link)
Marcus was sleeping peacefully until he was woken by the sound of Mac growling. Reaching under his pillow for his wand, he slipped out of bed and crept out onto the landing warily. For a big guy, he could move softly if he wished and when faced with the threat of an intruder he could be as stealthy as anyone. The tension left his body as soon as he heard a familiar voice whispering to the puppy.

Muttering lumos under his breath, he directed the wand light at the floor just ahead of the pair. Shaking his head as his dog attempted to drink from the bottle of Jack Daniels Twink had clutched in his hand. Looking George over, a slight frown came to Marcus’ face. The younger man was drunk, that much was obvious, but why he’d chosen to apparate into Marcus’ house whilst in such a state was a mystery.

‘You all in one piece?’ He questioned, stepping forward and brushing his fingers through the Twin’s wild, red hair. ‘No splinches?’ There was genuine concern in his green eyes as he asked and he bit the inside of his cheek. Since when had the red head become so important to him, and if he was that important why didn’t either of them admit what they really felt?

'Come on, back to bed.'

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[info]gredilicious
2011-10-26 04:43 pm UTC (link)
The sudden light caused George to shut his eyes for a moment but he quickly reopened them and looked beyond the light to the man holding it. At seeing the frown, George started to mimic it, wondering whether Grumpy didn't want him there. Maybe it was a stupid idea to come here. Maybe he should have stayed at the club with whatshername. Maybe...

Aww, those fingers in his hair felt nice.

George nodded, half at the question, half to lean into the touch. "Passed apparation license... with distinction." He stated as an answer, smiling a little at seeing the concern in the other man's eyes. As if to prove he was fine, he stood up without the slightest hint of a wobble. "See fine. Although, you're welcome to check me over."

At the mention of bed George smirked a little, not cause he was sleepy but there were other reason why bed was so appealing. "There was a girl," he said, almost out of the blue. "Pretty thing. Could of had her right there on the dance floor." At that point he paused, free hand coming up to touch the part of his neck she nuzzled. "Didn't want her though."

He looked back up, not sure when his eyes had drifted down from the former Slytherin's face. "Have you met Jack?"

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[info]flinted
2011-10-27 06:23 am UTC (link)
'Distinction, hmm? Show off.' Flint raised an eyebrow, visually checking George over, even though he claimed to be alright. Patting Mac as he nosed his hand, Marcus smiled slightly at the following words. 'I will. Just in case.' He'd had a distrust of apparation ever since his cousin had splinched most of his internal organs trying to escape a vanishing cabinet.

His jaw clenched and the smile faded at mention of a girl, Marcus' fingers stilled in George's hair and he wondered why the hell the red head was talking about this. Ah, didn't want her. Which meant George wanted him instead. Oh, this was getting complicated and he very much doubted Twink would remember any of this conversation in the morning.

'We've been introduced, yes.' Marc glanced at the bottle, 'bring him with you if you want.'

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[info]gredilicious
2011-10-27 09:12 am UTC (link)
At the show off comment George just grinned in a slightly cheeky manner. He knew he was a show off, he always had been because he loved the attention. George didn't know about the distrust Grumpy had toward apparating or the reasoning behind it. Oh sure, he knew about Montague being shoved in the vanishing cabinet - he was one of the ones that did it - but he never bothered to find out what had happened to Montague afterward.

The fingers stilled in George's hair and he let out a little whine before he could stop himself. He noticed the clenched jaw and reached up and ran his fingertips along it. His face took on a look of concentration - wondering why Grumpy had that reaction and yet the answer unable to filter through his intoxicated state.

"I remember," George smiled a little, softer than his usual mischievous grin. He remembered that Jack Daniels was what Grumpy had asked to drink the night they first slept together. "You like Jack. Not afraid to be seen with Jack. I mean..."

He bit his lip as his brain caught up with what he said. "Shut up, George." He mumbled softly to himself, his eyes looking anywhere but the person in front of him. "Bed would be nice now."

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[info]flinted
2011-10-28 05:44 pm UTC (link)
The touch to his face caught him off guard, not thinking the man before him would notice the tension. He could see confusion in the blue eyes, but he didn’t venture an explanation. As far as he knew Twink wouldn’t want to know that he’d been jealous. That would suggest attachment, which wasn’t something either of them had admitted to yet.

‘I like you too. I just need to work stuff out.’ Marcus stepped closer as the red head bit his lip, leaning down, he kissed the other man carefully, being a lot gentler than most people would ever give him credit for. He knew their situation was farcical, hiding from everyone. Things would be simpler if they were out in the open, but George was right; Marcus was scared.

Letting the light go out, Marcus slipped his arms around the younger man, lifting him easily and carrying him through to the bedroom. Laying him on the bed, he took the bottle of Jack and drank a mouthful before setting it on the bedside cabinet, looking down at the red head sprawled on his silk sheets. ‘Going to get those clothes off, then?’

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[info]gredilicious
2011-10-30 06:14 am UTC (link)
The admission brought curious blue eyes back to Marcus' face, George's mouth slightly ajar as if he were unsure how to react. He tilted his head up to meet the kiss halfway. Even in his drunken state he could tell this kiss was different from their usual demanding kisses.

He giggled a little as he was lifted, finding it amusing the other man could do it so easily. George wasn't exactly the lightest person around. His earlier confusion and curiousity forgotten. He freely let Grumpy take the bottle of Jack, settling back against the soft silk sheets.

He lifted a hand and tried to reach the laces of his boot but failing miserably because his booted foot was no where near his hand. "Fuck it," he muttered, pulling his wand out and with a simple swish vanished his clothes to who knows where. Somehow the clothes he vanished magically ended up back in his cupboard, cleaned and ready to wear again. He suspected he must vanish them to his Mum. Or clothes cleaning pixies... one of the two.

"Mmm," he hummed, snuggling back into the silk sheets. "Much better. Though colder. Think you can fix that?"

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[info]flinted
2011-10-30 09:12 am UTC (link)
Nipping George's neck as the redhead giggled, Marcus carried him easily through to the bedroom. He didn't even think twice about the fact he could pick the Beater up. He'd always been strong, so it wasn't a surprise to him that he could lift the slighter man.

Watching as Twink tried to unlace his boot, he was about to help when all the Gryffindor's clothing vanished. Licking his lips, Marc moved forwards, sliding into the bed and pulling the covers over them both. He kissed George's neck over the spot he had bitten earlier, sucking to leave a mark before moving to take a more demanding kiss from the redhead.

Bracing his hands either side of George's shoulders, he covered Twink's body with his own, leaving no space between them, but keeping most of his weight off him. 'Warmer?'

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[info]gredilicious
2011-10-30 11:01 am UTC (link)
George tilted his head to allow Marcus more access to his neck. This was the attention he wanted - not the soft nuzzling from the girl at the club - and he hummed low in appreciation. The hum was short lived as it was smothered by the kiss and George moved a hand up to thread through Grumpy's short hair, pulling him closer.

"Still a little cold." He answered, bending a knee and sliding a cold foot up the back of the other man's leg. The hand that was at the back of Marcus' head had moved down his jaw, fingertips noticing the absence of tension that was there before.

"I woke you up," he blurted out somewhat randomly. A little frown appeared as his thumb moved to trace along Grumpy's bottom lip. "You should be mad. Why aren't you mad?"

He paused again, seemingly having an inner debate with himself. Part of him telling him to shut up, that obviously this was leading where he wanted to be at the club if he'd only be quiet. The other part curious for the answer.

"I think I bruised my knee on your bathtub."

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[info]flinted
2011-10-30 12:17 pm UTC (link)
The fingers in his hair made him groan softly into the kiss and he pressed closer. Feeling a cold foot slide against his leg, he shivered involuntarily, wondering how someone could have such cold toes so soon after taking their shoes off.

Marcus slid one hand down the thigh that was at his waist, stroking along George's side in an attempt to warm him a little more. The blurted question made him pause and a matching frown came to his face. He had been annoyed at first, but only because he thought someone had been breaking in. When he'd seen George, his annoyance had disappeared. 'Glad you're not a burglar.' He tilted his head slightly. 'Do you want me to be mad? I'll be Grumpier in the morning.'

It was true, if his sleep was disturbed, he always woke up in a bad mood. George would just have to deal with that when they woke, if he stayed of course. Raising an eyebrow at the next words, he glanced down. 'Let me take a look.'

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[info]gredilicious
2011-10-30 01:44 pm UTC (link)
The muscles contracted a little at the stroking at his side and George drew in a sharp breath - holding in a giggle at the ticklish touch. At the frown, George drew in his bottom lip between his teeth, wishing that his brain to mouth filter would have kicked in sooner. He shook his head when Grumpy asked if he wanted him to be mad.

"Fuck it." George murmured as Marcus glanced down. "Well, not literally. But... just a bruise. Can fix it tomorrow." He put his hand under Marcus' chin, forcing him to look him in the face once more.

"Didn't come over so you could play Healer. But... I mean... if you don't want to now." He lowered his hand again and looked away. "I guess I could go."

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[info]flinted
2011-10-30 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Stroking Twink's side again he tried to work out what was going through the younger man's head. He didn't expect him to intentionally want Marcus to get mean, but you could never tell. Some people liked that sort of thing. An amused sound left him at the next comment. Bruises and scrapes he could deal with, but anything worse was beyond his skill.

Looking up again as fingers tipped his chin, he fell silent as George spoke. 'I do want to.' Marcus frowned, wondering if perhaps George was regretting coming to his house. 'You should stay. Distinction or not, I don't want any splinching.' He almost flinched when he said the word, hating the thought of it.

Nipping the redhead's neck again, he lifted Twink's hip a little, pressing their bodies closer.

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[info]gredilicious
2011-10-30 09:47 pm UTC (link)
Blue eyes darted back to Marcus' face, looking for any evidence of lying. George knew Marcus was fairly honest with him but growing up in a house where Slytherins were not to be trusted did still leave him with some doubts in his mind. "Okay, staying."

The buzz from the alcohol was virtually gone and a low hum erupted from his throat as Marcus bit his neck again and pressed closer. "Want you." He murmured low with renewed interest. He shifted his hips up to press their bodies flush together again - thighs framing the older man's waist.

In the morning, if he remembered, he'd probably feel sorry for changing the mood a billion times but he'd deal with that later. Just like he'd deal with a Grumpier Grumpy.

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[info]flinted
2011-10-31 07:38 pm UTC (link)
'I know.' Marcus' hand slid down George's body, fingertips tracing over skin, down his stomach and lower. He teased for a moment or two, call it revenge for being woken in the middle of the night. But as soon as he felt hips bucking into his touch he stilled. Far too impatient to tease for long.

He didn't know what it said about him that the only wandless magic he knew was a readying charm. But he was certainly glad of the knowledge now. Muttering the words, he lifted George slightly, sliding his hand to support under his lower back as he pushed into his willing body. He groaned softly at the feeling and leaned down to kiss the redhead hard before starting to move. Part of him wanted to make sure George remembered the sex in the morning.

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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-01 02:01 pm UTC (link)
A small whine escaped him at the teasing, not sure how much he could put up with. He had already proven with his sudden random comments that he had little self control. Luckily, Marcus seemed to be impatient too so he wasn't teased for long.

George squirmed a little at feeling the readying charm but was thankful for it because it hurried things along. "Fuck," he breathed out as Marcus entered him, closing his eyes and just allowing the sensation of just feeling wash over him. Even if the events leading up to the sex blurred he would never forget the feeling of the act itself.

He kissed back, one hand pulling the Chaser's head closer while the other was curled at his shoulder - short nails leaving small crescent moon shaped marks on Marcus' back. George knew he had to be careful in branding the Slytherin with marks and scratches because the older man wanted to keep them a secret. But of course, that didn't stop him from doing it anyway.

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[info]flinted
2011-11-04 08:09 pm UTC (link)
Hearing the breathy four letter word, Marcus smirked slightly. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of doing this with George; not something he had thought about any of his past lovers. Had he time to think on it, the notion might worry him, undoubtedly it proved that he was getting more than attached to the younger man.

Groaning softly into the kiss as he felt nails marking him, he nipped at Twink's lower lip, moving faster now George had relaxed a little more. He liked nails on his skin almost as much as teeth and that stud through the red head's tongue, so any consequence of marks was ignored for the time being.

Moving his mouth lower, he sucked on the soft spot where George's neck met his collarbone, bruising the skin before biting down. His hand at the beater's back pulled him closer. Incoherent words slipped his lips as the motion allowed him deeper and he bit down on his own lip, muttering the red head's name.

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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-06 02:08 am UTC (link)
His nails dragged down the Chaser's back, leaving little red trails in their wake, as George moved his hand down to bring himself off. Whining a little when his hand became trapped when Marcus pulled him closer.

He adjusted his legs higher around Marcus' body - his thighs almost touching his own chest - changing the angle a little and taking the other man deeper. The heels of his bare feet dug into Marcus' back and his head was thrown back into the pillows, exposing his neck to anymore marks the Chaser wanted to leave.

"Harder... won't break... so close." He murmured, his sentence coming out like static, uneven and broken. He knew he wouldn't last long given the amount of alcohol he'd drank and how wound up he was. His eyeliner he'd worn to the club was undoubtedly smudge beyond repair and he probably sounded like a little wanton slut, but at the moment he really couldn't bring himself to care.

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[info]flinted
2011-11-06 06:45 pm UTC (link)
As George's tightened around him, Marcus slid his hand round from the red head's back, finishing what the Gryffindor had started and stroking him in time with his thrusts.

At the broken words, Marcus smirked, only too happy to comply with the order. His movements sped up, feeling the beater match him. At the sight of the exposed skin, he leaned forwards and nipped at George's neck, marking him like he had been marked. The smudged eyeliner reminded him of their first night and he moved up to kiss Twink hard.

Feeling his body tensing, his eyes flickered closed as his orgasm grew, almost taking him by surprise. 'Fuck... Twink...' He rode out the high, enjoying it, not thikning about tomorrow or lack of sleep, just lost in the man beneath him.

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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-08 01:58 am UTC (link)
George bit his lip and hummed deep in his throat when Quidditch callused fingers touched his sensitive skin. The contrast feeling exquisite and George couldn't get enough of it.

He matched the Chaser's movements, the change of pace making his toes curl and pressure to build inside of him. George kissed Grumpy back just as hard, only to tear away when he could feel himself slipping over the edge. He tightened his hold on Marcus as his body tensed as his orgasm hit. Anything the Chaser said was incomprehensible and with a few more strokes he was done and everything faded to white.

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[info]flinted
2011-11-08 07:41 pm UTC (link)
It took a couple of moments for him to recover, but as he did he was careful to keep his weight off the smaller man. He didn’t want to crush him. Carefully disentangling himself from George’s limbs, he cast a quick cleaning spell before lying down beside the red head. Slipping an arm around his waist, he pulled him close against his chest, knowing the Gryffindor’s sleeping habits well. The covers fell over them, trapping their generated heat inside as they finally lay unmoving.

‘Definitely glad you weren’t a burglar,’ Marcus commented quietly, a teasing note in his voice. He would probably be tired and irritable in the morning, but if George could cope with that then he was fine having him stay. If he was honest, he wouldn’t have asked the Beater to leave anyway. Yep, there was definitely something there, which was making him act this way.

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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-09 09:41 am UTC (link)
Lips remained parted slightly as George's breathing slowed down, feeling lethargic yet extremely satisfied. He unwound himself from around the Slytherin, stretching out a little and then letting out a little hum of appreciation when the cleaning spell was cast. George rolled onto his side, allowing himself to be pulled closer to the older man, moving so his head rested in a comfortable spot on Marcus' chest.

"Mmm," he hummed in agreement, his eyes drifting closed, feeling comfortable and warm. And hand moved up Grumpy's chest, fingers drawing nonsensical patterns on the Chaser's bare skin. Even when feeling himself doze lightly, George was never completely still.

"I should let you sleep now," George wondered if he should go although making no move to do so. In all honesty he wanted to stay but knew that Marcus had a game in the morning so maybe leaving might be a good option to let the Chaser have a decent night's sleep - well, what was left of it, at any rate.

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[info]flinted
2011-11-11 04:09 am UTC (link)
He smiled a little as Twink nestled against his chest. Of all the people he'd slept with, he'd never encountered anyone that snuggled as much as the Beater. Marcus had been a bit awkward at first, just lying there the first time while George had used him as a pillow. But as he'd grown used to the red head, he'd reciprocated a little, holding him in return.

'Yeah, you sleep too.' Marcus was already drifting, so he didn't quite catch the full meaning of the words. Instead, he tightened his grip around George. Hopefully the action would say it all, that he wanted the other man to stay, that he didn't expect him to leave. 'Night.'

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