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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Terence_Higgs/Marcus_Flint
  Character:
      Terence_Higgs, Marcus_Flint
  Additional Tags:
      not_rly_underage_but_you_know, Ambiguous_Relationships, basically_have
      some_Quidditch_boy_smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-01 Words: 1521
****** Doing Hard Time ******
by Miraphina_Atherton_(mew_tsubaki)
Summary
     Terence screws up on the field. Marcus asks for payment. *also
     available in Russian*
Notes
     The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not to me. This
     is my first Marcus/Terence, but I'm no stranger to slash, so please
     enjoy. X3 Read, review, and enjoy! X3
     ***Russian version here on FFN & here on SnapeTales (thx to dalri for
     translating!).***
See the end of the work for more notes
                         "…wanting is whatchildren do,
                        And taking is for ruined men…"
                      —Meg and Dia, "Dreams Like Oceans"
"Good Merlin, you lot are playing like shit today!"
Marcus' words rang loud and clear across the Quidditch pitch, where the
Slytherin team came to a halt. The Beaters exchanged a disgruntled look, and
Adrian Pucey tried to quiet his snort. It was not the first time Marcus Flint
had barked at his team. On the contrary, Marcus probably should've started
screaming at them from the beginning of practice. Today was an…"off" day for
them.
"Bole, is your broom rammed up your arse? You're flying, not constipated! And
Pucey, wipe that smirk off your face. You can't Chase nearly as well as you
wank, it seems." Marcus glowered at the Chaser, daring him to retort as the
team landed. Instead, the players went off one by one to the showers, not
dawdling to hear anymore.
Terence Higgs landed last and began shuffling away—until Marcus finally moved
from his spot and caught up with him.
"Are you blind, Higgs? You never even saw the Snitch," he provoked.
Terence often ignored Marcus' jabs—most of the team did. However, today was one
of those rare times that Terence felt motivated to stand up for himself. "If
you saw it, Flint, then you should've caught it." He kept one step ahead,
facing away from what was sure to be open fury on Marcus' face.
Marcus took the childish route and shoved Terence hard enough so he stumbled as
they neared the locker room. "Fuck you, you little piss-ant. Just do your
damned job when it matters."
"What, no lectures on teamwork?" Terence snorted. He pushed back his dirty
blond fringe, which had long ago plastered itself to his forehead, slick with
sweat.
"We're not a bloody democracy," Marcus stated as his fist closed painfully
around Terence's upper arm.
"Right, right." Terence stared into his eyes, pale green on gray. "We're a
dictatorship, and you're the dictator—really, the first syllable."
There was an imperceptible twitch in the captain's jaw. "You want to talk
dicks, Higgs? Then go put away the balls." He didn't remove his gaze until
Terence moved. "Now."
Terence shook him off and trudged back onto the pitch, reveling in the few
moments he had to himself. He could try and dawdle—wrestling the Bludgers was
always a chore, though they looked a lot nicer than Marcus Flint—but if he did,
his captain would just come back out and the retribution would be ten times
worse, at least. So he finished up in allowable time and returned to the
lockers.
Marcus was leaning against the doorjamb when Terence came into view. "Finally,"
the Chaser remarked as they headed for the showers. "It's a miracle we win
anything with you on the team."
The Seeker scoffed as he stuffed his protective gear into his locker. "Face it,
Flint, we suck." He shot the taller, bulkier boy a glare. "Collectively."
Marcus snorted, not really hiding his laughter. "Oh, I'm no poof, though the
boys and I have been wondering about our little lightweight…"
Terence sneered. "Light enough to fly, heavy enough to hold my liquor, Flint."
"Sure, sure…but none of that excuses your crap playing today," Marcus
continued, his gray eyes turning stormy. He tossed his shirt into his own
locker and leaned against its open door, his other hand resting on his belt.
"Sorry," Terence said halfheartedly. "Better luck next time."
Marcus remained quiet until Terence tried to walk by him, when Marcus grabbed
his arm again—tough, but not as nasty as earlier. "No, Higgs, luck's with me
this time."
For half a beat, Terence stared back at him again, but then he closed his eyes
when Marcus' fingers skittered along his arms and Marcus' breath tickled the
skin along the side of his neck. Marcus ghosted his lips over those of the
younger wizard before finally claiming that mouth roughly. Marcus craned his
neck and bent his back to overwhelm the slighter male, but Terence was not
fighting back like the few times before when they'd…had time to themselves.
When the taller boy's hands drifted southward, Terence pulled away with a
smirk, enjoying that his tease caused that growl in the back of Marcus' throat.
But, ah, they were meant to be getting clean, after all.
Marcus followed him into the showers not long after, and Terence enjoyed
teasing him a little more, delaying washing away the sweat and dirt and
choosing instead to run the water slowly through his hair, darkening it so it
was almost brown. He reached to turn up the heat of the water—
And Marcus couldn't delay, slamming into his back, his teeth nipping and biting
at the flesh of his neck. Terence groaned as his cheek pressed against the
tiled wall and Marcus gyrated against him, the contact beyond sensational. "No.
More. Fuck. Ups," Marcus panted, grasping Terence's member and yanking hard
with each word. Terence swelled automatically, growing until it was painful
that Marcus did not allow him to release himself.
The Seeker bit his bottom lip, close to drawing blood, as the older wizard's
tongue lapped the water rivulets running down his back. Marcus dragged his
tongue up over the bone of Terence's neck that stuck out as he bowed his head,
and the Chaser kept the Seeker's mind busy and fuzzy when he drew two fingers
down along his spine until those two fingers entered him. Now Terence was
preoccupied from both the front and behind.
Terence blinked lazily in the pouring water. Marcus had never shown the real
meaning of "punishment" to him before, and Terence suspected he'd never see it
because Marcus' carnal desire was partially a lover's desire. Marcus could
never truly hurt Terence; he cared for him too much, though no one would ever
know it.
Marcus let go of his shaft—he whimpered—and grabbed his chin. He turned him,
and their mouths crashed into each other once again, reveling in an exchange of
tongues. Terence moaned as Marcus' mouth moved against his; the blond could
feel the older Slytherin…poking into his back. "M…Marcus…," he breathed. "N-
Now…!"
"Ah-ah-ah," Marcus said, licking Terence's lips before pulling away slightly.
"You've got to beg for it."
Shit. Marcus did know how to punish Terence after all.
The blond fought another whimper as Marcus rubbed his body against Terence's
back, but he merely toyed with him. "So," Marcus breathed, "you called me a
dick earlier…"
"Mmm…!"
"I saw you earlier, Ter, and, yeah, I think I've caught you…"
Terence leaned his forehead on the wall, wishing Marcus' embrace was not so
scalding for him.
"But the difference between you and me?" He made Terence look at him. "When I
see something I want, I take it."
With a sharp movement, finally Marcus entered Terence, and their two bodies
began to slap together in sync, in rhythm. Terence felt grateful that the water
acted slightly as a lubricant, otherwise Marcus' girth probably would've torn
him.
They moved together, and soon enough Marcus was breathing as raggedly as
Terence, whose voice was already as rough as sandpaper in spite of the moisture
in the air. The steam was not as hot as the Chaser's skin on Terence's, but it
certainly kept them going. It did not appear that Marcus would go limp anytime
soon, even after he climaxed inside of Terence's hole. After that, he withdrew
from that pale behind and leaned around Terence, his hands on the wall and his
breath coming in little pants.
"Marcus?" Terence breathed. Part of him wanted them to finish so they'd both be
relieved; the other part warned him that if they returned to the castle any
later, someone would come looking for them…which would be bad.
"Finish me off, then I'll release you," the captain stated. He pointed to his
still-engorged member. "Right then. Go on."
Terence knelt down and stroked the shaft a few times before swallowing it and
getting to work. He moved his tongue more than his mouth, which he knew Marcus
preferred, and his efforts were not in vain when—in a matter of masterful
moments—a familiar-tasting liquid filled his mouth. Most of it went down his
throat, but Terence had to rinse the rest from his face.
As he stood back up to start actually washing himself, Marcus briefly kissed
him before returning the favor and sucking him to a good hard-on and then
subsequently sucking him dry. Needless to say, they were both spent…and much
dirtier than before.
The two Slytherins finished up in the showers and dressed in the locker room,
not mentioning…as they usually didn't…what had just transpired. Upon their exit
of the Quidditch pitch, Terence couldn't resist one last word: "You know,
Flint…"
"Hmm?" Marcus raised an eyebrow as they neared the castle. The hubbub of other
students would soon overtake them.
Terence smirked, and his words were nearly gobbled up in the tumult following
the dismissing bell. "I only let you take what you want."
End Notes
     ARGH! Fuck it. B/ So much for never writing smut. XP But, hey, this
     means I've written damn near everything, which—as a good friend
     informed me—shows that I've matured both as a person and as a writer.
     Especially as a writer, to keep resetting my comfort zone and then
     breaching it and resetting it again and again and again… On the one
     hand, I still managed to keep a (minor) storyline in there. ;]
     Funnily enough, I have other Marcerence fics planned, though I don't
     think any of them will be this graphic…but who knows? This one turned
     out a LOT hotter than imagined so…yeah. -w- I just hope you enjoyed
     the love! XD Oh, and don't tell me you didn't love the pun in the
     title. B)
     Thanks for reading, and please review!
     -mew-tsubaki :D
     2017 note: Damn, son. XDDD This is actually not even my most famous
     smut piece in the fandom, but I still have to do two versions… If
     you're reading this on FFN, sorry, but it's censored to steer me
     clear from incurring admin wrath. If you're reading this on AO3 or on
     tumblr, then lucky you! You've got the story as I intended it. -w- I
     originally revisited this 2011 fic in 2012 to do a first amendment to
     it to better coincide with FFN's ratings, but I find that I didn't
     actually have much to edit in terms of typos or grammar or odd
     pacing? I actually still like this quite a bit. Plus, Marcerence is a
     ship close to my heart, idek. XD
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