Alphabet Meme - O - Mischief Unmanaged - Heath x Dimitri
Title: Obsession
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual themes, Dimitri's a freak
Words: 869
Series: Mischief Unmanaged (Harry Potter-based RP)
Pairings/Characters: Heath x Dimitri, Vincent
It started off innocent enough. They met, said hello, and went to their own beds on opposite sides of the room. They spent the next years casually talking and becoming friends, sharing homework answers and trying not to get caught cheating on a test. Friends through mischief and study hall, Housemates for life, and summertime pen pals. They were kids trying to get through school and deal with their siblings of polar temperaments. Nothing had been expected to change or become any bit more serious. They parted ways after completing their fourth year with a high five and promises to write.
Then something clicked when they found each other on Platform 9 3/4, ready to board the train to their fifth year. Heath, taller and a little more matured, ran up to him with a wide smile and possibly artificial stubble crowning along the contours of his jaw. He waved and looked like he might have hugged him if not for the owl cage in his arms.
"Hey! You weren't kidding about having to lug that old bird around, huh?"
A summer apart and Dimitri was obsessed at first sight.
---
His grades began to fall quickly. He didn't pay attention in class, he was too busy thinking about Heath or passing notes to him. He didn't do all his homework, he was too busy helping Heath with his and lying that he'd already finished just so they could spend more time together. He didn't study when he and Heath had duo sessions, even though he tried to help. He kept up with only one subject, but eventually Charms was the last to fall, and it crumbled down in one, gut-wrenching moment.
"Dimitri? Can you tell the class what the counter-charm would be?"
Dimitri startled into attention, dropping his quill with a gasp. His eyes darted to the board, then to Vincent, to his notes, and back to staring at his professor, wide-eyed. "I...I don't know, sir," he confessed, the color draining from his face.
"Very good, Dimitri! Ten points for--wait," Vincent looked up from his book, the glasses falling down his nose. "You...excuse me, say that again, Mr. Rejkavich?"
Dimitri gulped. "I said I don't know the answer, sir. I wasn't..."
"Paying attention...?"
"Yes, sir."
Vincent stiffened, shooting him a disappointed stare. "Very well. Ten points from Gryffindor. See me after class, would you?"
Dimitri nodded and sunk into his seat as Charms continued on without even a hint of his presence.
---
Dimitri could tell anyone who asked the exact month, day, hour, minute, and guesstimate the second he and Heath became a "thing." He couldn't, however, explain how quickly they tripped into sloppy make-out sessions behind broom closet doors, snogging in the Quidditch Captain "office," and sucking viciously on the sun-kissed skin of one another. Hormones made perfect sense, but Dimitri wanted to think of it as something different; destiny, maybe, meant to be together and only them.
He'd rather not have had to recall when he started being more aggressive with his hickies and kisses, but it was around when rumors began to fly of Heath's fidelity--well, lack thereof.
"Oh, I'm really sorry, Heath."
No he wasn't.
"Maybe there's a spell to make it go away...?"
Not that he'd tell him.
Heath finally stopped poking at the large, admittedly painful abrasion, seemingly fascinated and troubled by it at the same time. He sighed. "It's alright, just wow, you went all-out there, Mimi."
"Well, now everyone will know you're mine!"
Dimitri smiled, laughed, and pressed a kiss to Heath's mouth, managing to pass the outburst off as a joke before Heath could catch on.
---
The month since hadn't finished before they moved on to more intimate forms of "It." Dominique told him they were going too fast, rushing into something they could both regret. But that was the thing: Dimitri didn't regret anything he did. He firmly believed that he made the best decisions, all the right choices. Mutual handjobs weren't quite the "it" Dominique warned him about rushing into, though, so Dimitri had leapt into the lustful fray with zeal.
He didn't think about how many times Heath must have done this or of how little times he had, himself, only that it felt like Heaven and he never wanted to return.
It was a repetitive mantra in his head, Heath, Heath, Heath, Heath--
Dimitri came in Heath's hand, shuddering out his release and curling against him. This...was so messed up. Coming at the thought of his name...even he had to admit something was off about him. It couldn't have been normal, no one actually creamed themselves at the sound of his name--well, the 'thought,' in Dimitri's case.
He stared down at the mess below, face hot and too red to pass off what just happened as anything but shame. He rested his forehead against his collarbone, panting and close to sobbing. The euphoria that consumed him--it was frightening, he was terrified of himself at this point. Dimitri clung to Heath, swallowing before whimpering,
"I'm--I'm sorry, Heath, I should have waited, I should have--"
"Hey, Mimi, it's okay."
No it's not, Dimitri wanted to tell him, it's not okay.
"Nothing's wrong," Heath said, "nothing's wrong with that."
Dimitri had to wonder how long ignorance could be so blissfully wonderful between them, how long he would have to wait until his obsession devoured him whole.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual themes, Dimitri's a freak
Words: 869
Series: Mischief Unmanaged (Harry Potter-based RP)
Pairings/Characters: Heath x Dimitri, Vincent
It started off innocent enough. They met, said hello, and went to their own beds on opposite sides of the room. They spent the next years casually talking and becoming friends, sharing homework answers and trying not to get caught cheating on a test. Friends through mischief and study hall, Housemates for life, and summertime pen pals. They were kids trying to get through school and deal with their siblings of polar temperaments. Nothing had been expected to change or become any bit more serious. They parted ways after completing their fourth year with a high five and promises to write.
Then something clicked when they found each other on Platform 9 3/4, ready to board the train to their fifth year. Heath, taller and a little more matured, ran up to him with a wide smile and possibly artificial stubble crowning along the contours of his jaw. He waved and looked like he might have hugged him if not for the owl cage in his arms.
"Hey! You weren't kidding about having to lug that old bird around, huh?"
A summer apart and Dimitri was obsessed at first sight.
---
His grades began to fall quickly. He didn't pay attention in class, he was too busy thinking about Heath or passing notes to him. He didn't do all his homework, he was too busy helping Heath with his and lying that he'd already finished just so they could spend more time together. He didn't study when he and Heath had duo sessions, even though he tried to help. He kept up with only one subject, but eventually Charms was the last to fall, and it crumbled down in one, gut-wrenching moment.
"Dimitri? Can you tell the class what the counter-charm would be?"
Dimitri startled into attention, dropping his quill with a gasp. His eyes darted to the board, then to Vincent, to his notes, and back to staring at his professor, wide-eyed. "I...I don't know, sir," he confessed, the color draining from his face.
"Very good, Dimitri! Ten points for--wait," Vincent looked up from his book, the glasses falling down his nose. "You...excuse me, say that again, Mr. Rejkavich?"
Dimitri gulped. "I said I don't know the answer, sir. I wasn't..."
"Paying attention...?"
"Yes, sir."
Vincent stiffened, shooting him a disappointed stare. "Very well. Ten points from Gryffindor. See me after class, would you?"
Dimitri nodded and sunk into his seat as Charms continued on without even a hint of his presence.
---
Dimitri could tell anyone who asked the exact month, day, hour, minute, and guesstimate the second he and Heath became a "thing." He couldn't, however, explain how quickly they tripped into sloppy make-out sessions behind broom closet doors, snogging in the Quidditch Captain "office," and sucking viciously on the sun-kissed skin of one another. Hormones made perfect sense, but Dimitri wanted to think of it as something different; destiny, maybe, meant to be together and only them.
He'd rather not have had to recall when he started being more aggressive with his hickies and kisses, but it was around when rumors began to fly of Heath's fidelity--well, lack thereof.
"Oh, I'm really sorry, Heath."
No he wasn't.
"Maybe there's a spell to make it go away...?"
Not that he'd tell him.
Heath finally stopped poking at the large, admittedly painful abrasion, seemingly fascinated and troubled by it at the same time. He sighed. "It's alright, just wow, you went all-out there, Mimi."
"Well, now everyone will know you're mine!"
Dimitri smiled, laughed, and pressed a kiss to Heath's mouth, managing to pass the outburst off as a joke before Heath could catch on.
---
The month since hadn't finished before they moved on to more intimate forms of "It." Dominique told him they were going too fast, rushing into something they could both regret. But that was the thing: Dimitri didn't regret anything he did. He firmly believed that he made the best decisions, all the right choices. Mutual handjobs weren't quite the "it" Dominique warned him about rushing into, though, so Dimitri had leapt into the lustful fray with zeal.
He didn't think about how many times Heath must have done this or of how little times he had, himself, only that it felt like Heaven and he never wanted to return.
It was a repetitive mantra in his head, Heath, Heath, Heath, Heath--
Dimitri came in Heath's hand, shuddering out his release and curling against him. This...was so messed up. Coming at the thought of his name...even he had to admit something was off about him. It couldn't have been normal, no one actually creamed themselves at the sound of his name--well, the 'thought,' in Dimitri's case.
He stared down at the mess below, face hot and too red to pass off what just happened as anything but shame. He rested his forehead against his collarbone, panting and close to sobbing. The euphoria that consumed him--it was frightening, he was terrified of himself at this point. Dimitri clung to Heath, swallowing before whimpering,
"I'm--I'm sorry, Heath, I should have waited, I should have--"
"Hey, Mimi, it's okay."
No it's not, Dimitri wanted to tell him, it's not okay.
"Nothing's wrong," Heath said, "nothing's wrong with that."
Dimitri had to wonder how long ignorance could be so blissfully wonderful between them, how long he would have to wait until his obsession devoured him whole.