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


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Entry tags: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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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