Marcus Flint (flinted) wrote in occultus,
@ 2011-11-21 09:41:00

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char: george weasley, char: marcus flint

Who: Marcus and George
What: Marc's celebrating the win and his Captaincy and the fact he loves EVERYONE EVER!! Well maybe just George.
Where: Neverland
When: 19 November (backdated)
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

He'd lost count of how many drinks he'd had a couple of hours ago. All he knew was he'd had a lot. The day had gone well and he had no doubt that the night would be good too. The Falcons had won their match. The first match that he had been Captain for. So now it was official. He was Captain of the Falmouth Falcons. A dark look crossed his features momentarily as he thought about how the latest development would be like a hex in the face for his father. So much for Quidditch not being a proper career. He probably had more money saved up now than his Father had ever had in his vault.

Pushing aside the thoughts as another drink was placed in his hands; Marc disentangled himself from his Seeker's enthusiastic hug and scanned the bar for his red head. Spotting the familiar tousled locks, he headed over, hugging the smaller man from behind and leaning on him a little to keep his balance. He wasn't quite fall down on your arse drunk, but was getting close. ''lo you.' Leaning down, he went to nip at Twink's neck, then suddenly stopped. 'Orangey? Should be cherry.'

The Twin in his grip turned, giving him an amused smirk and Marcus looked embarrassed momentarily. 'Oh... sorry not-George.' Fred just laughed at him and pointed out his Twin who was a little further along the bar. 'Ta,' moving away, he almost tripped over his own feet, but Fred -with a hand on his hip- managed to save him. Smiling in thanks he ambled over to George, slipping his arms around him as soon as he was close enough.

'Cherry Twink.' Marc grinned, knocking back the drink he'd been given before leaning down to nip at George's neck. 'You went away.' He managed a forlorn look before stealing a kiss. If anyone who really knew Flint was to see this display, they'd think it was someone in polyjuice disguise. But the alcohol plus genuine happiness lead to a very different Marcus.

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gredilicious
2011-11-23 09:00 pm UTC (link)

George smiled into the kiss, somewhat amused that Marcus seemed so easily confused. Were they back in school, George would want to take it further and confuse the Snake even more - probably to the point where Marcus wanted to punch things - but lucky for the Slytherin, George was slightly more mature now. He felt Marcus move to break the contact and bit the Chaser's bottom lip to show his disapproval at that, dragging his upper teeth over the abused lip as Marcus pulled away.

"Oh well, fans later. Twink now." He leant closer to the other man, his lower body pressed almost flush between the older wizard and his hand. At hearing the new nickname Montague picked up George chuckled again. "Name suits him." He mused in a low voice.

In a way he was glad 'the Fledgeling' wasn't looking in their direction. Montague had a strong dislike for him and his Twin which would probably jeopardize any thing he had going with Marcus. George knew he'd have to tread very carefully around Marcus' cousin.

"Don't worry your pretty head over it, okay?" George grinned up at Marcus, forgetting all about Montague for the moment. A hand moved up to lightly massage Marc's scalp at the words.

He tilted his head at the nip, as he always did, but forced himself to focus on the stairs. Wouldn't do to go tripping up them - that was just all kinds of unsexy. "Okay," he agreed to the terms and disentangled himself from the Chaser and weaved through the small crowd between him and the stairs. He darted up them quickly and looked over his shoulder at the top - playing with his tongue bar a little before darting around the corner into the hallway of doors that lead to several VIP rooms and offices.

Finding the door labelled 'Manager', George paused and murmured the spell to unward and unlock the room before pushing open the door. He moved into the room and sat in the large chair behind the desk, plonking his boots against the desk top with a very solid thud, waiting for his Chaser to catch up.

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flinted
2011-11-26 12:07 am UTC (link)

He hissed at the teeth in his lip, the bite was a little rougher than people usually got away with, but he loved it. Liking the way the Twin pushed boundaries in their coupling. 'Mmm Twink now.' His hand slipped lower, cupping George's arse to press their lower halves together. 'Nuh, no worrying.' He shook his head, pausing when the room spun a little.

'Wait. Pretty?' A little dent appeared between his brows as he pondered the word. 'No-ones said pretty before...' Tilting his head he looked at the Gryffindor, green eyes searching blue for a long moment before the Twink stroked his hair. 'Oh.'

He managed another nip as George tilted his head, just before the younger man pulled away. Now alone, Marcus swayed a little as he watched the red head push through the crowd. Eyes fixed on his arse as he walked, the jeans were all good, he decided. Following he easily moved through the crowd, taking the stairs two at a time as the lion paused to flash that tongue stud at him.

The corridor confused him momentarily; having far too many doors to choose from in his inebriated state. Noticing one door was ajar, he slipped inside, leaning back against it so it clicked shut, eyes sliding over George's body, boot to hip, hip to lips and back down before meeting his gaze. Stalking forwards, he managed to cross the room without a wobble. He wanted the younger man, as soon as was possible.

Leaning on the arms of the chair, he kissed Twink hard, making sure their only contact was at their mouths. He wanted to work the red head up a little first and denying him touches seemed the best way to do that.

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gredilicious
2011-11-26 06:58 pm UTC (link)

A small smile appeared George's face as he watched the word 'pretty' tick over in Grumpy's mind. He was not sure if he had said something wrong or how Grumpy would react to that but it was too late to take it back now. "Well, I could have said 'fit' or 'broodingly handsome' but then I'd be like the rest of them." He nodded toward the fangirls who were still lingering near them.

As Marcus entered the room he stretched his arms above his head a little, letting his t-shirt ride up a bit and expose skin before settling back in the seat - all the while his eyes remain on the Slytherin to see his reaction. He gave a quick cheeky smirk up to the taller man leaning on his chair before lips crushed against his own in a bruising kiss. George sucked Marcus' already abused bottom lip into his mouth and ran his tongue stud along it as his hand came up to pull Marcus closer.

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flinted
2011-11-27 08:26 pm UTC (link)

Twink was putting on a show, he liked doing that, Marcus remembered. Centre of attention for the red head. Not that Marc minded, he very much did not mind actually. The thought tumbled around his brain and if he'd been even the slightest bit sober he would have cringes at the wording. Yes, he didn't speak much, but he tried to be eloquent when he did. 'Ha, long word...' He let out a bark of laughter, then stopped, licking his lips instead as his eyes focused on the flash of bare skin.

Ignoring the smirk, Marcus kissed, the younger man as if he wanted to consume him completely. Drink freed him of his inhibitions, but it also made him a little rougher than usual, as his control was lacking. Feeling his swollen lower lip being sucked on, Marcus let out a low groan which only became louder as cooler metal ran over abused skin.

His hand circled George's wrist as the red head pulled him closer, but he didn't deny him the touch.

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gredilicious
2011-11-29 12:46 am UTC (link)

George didn't mind the rougher treatment at all - in his opinion it kept things less vanilla and boring. He liked the fact he didn't have to be gentle a hundred per cent of the time around the Chaser and the fact that Marcus could fight back, if need be.

As fingers circled his wrist, George's instinct to struggle against the hold kicked in but he resisted the urge to pull his hand out of the grip. His legs dropped down from the desk and he brought his free hand up to the Slytherin's chest and gave him a shove, essentially breaking off the kiss.

George tilted his head up a little in a defiant manner. "Hope you're not too drunk, Captain." He murmured, a smirk on his face as if he were issuing a challenge for Marcus to prove he wasn't. "Otherwise might have go get me another Falcon. Seeker seemed friendly."

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flinted
2011-12-02 06:41 pm UTC (link)

As he was shoved away, Flint's fingers tightened the tiniest bit on Twink's wrist. Confusion flashed through his mind as to why the kiss had been broken off mid flow, but George moving his legs from the table was enough of a distraction for him not to worry too hard. The back of his thighs hit the solid desk, but he barely felt it.

Something inside him reared up at Twink's words. He didn't like the thought of the red head with anyone else. Especially not Jacques. 'Not too drunk.' He muttered, a slight growl to his voice. To prove his point, he released the wrist he still held, instead leaning down to lift Twink from the chair. Stealing a kiss, he snaked one hand beneath the waistband of the Gryffindor's jeans.

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gredilicious
2011-12-09 10:11 am UTC (link)

His smirk darkened a little at the growl in the Chaser's voice, immediately recognising it for jealousy. George loved to push buttons to get different reactions and now was no different. However, George knew that Marcus had a temper on him and knew he had to be careful not to push too far.

He gasped a little into the kiss that followed as the hand snaked its way under the waistband of his jeans. "Okay," he pulled back just enough to speak. "Not too drunk." He wasn't actually considering going and getting the Seeker. Yes the Seeker was friendly but George wasn't interested.

George leant forward and nipped a path up the side of Marcus' neck, pausing to trace his tongue over the spattering of freckles. Marcus had no where near as many as George, but the few he had George liked to play connect the dots with.

"What do you want, Captain? You decide how we play." George murmured, for once deciding to let the Chaser be completely in charge. It was Marcus' night, he should celebrate how he wanted.

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