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[andyfraz]

Week Name/Date/Time: "Duelly Noted" / Saturday, Decemeber 2, 2006 / 8.11pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins

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[godofwines]

Enter Bacchus Donovan

[andyfraz]

There was Bacchus standing in fornt of him. Was this in his mind again? It couldn't be, the Bach in his head kept spewing out words of hate and THIS Bach seemed to be talking about Quidditch. Of all things.

Andy nodded, kind of dumbstruck. Was he...was he blushing? It was a rare sight to see indeed. He had seen it happen only once before. It was in Andy's third year although he couldn't remember now what had happened. All he knew was that he looked away. It had seemed like such a private moment, he hadn't wanted Bach to know he'd noticed. Now though, he couldn't look away.

Andy continued nodding, unable or unwilling to speak. The silence was deafening. When he found his voice it was only to say a simple, "yes". Had Bacchus not seen the people crowding around him as he'd climbed through the portrait hole? Andy didn't allow himself to hope that the seventh year had come straight for him, instead he recalled he had manners and offered his drink to the boy.

"Butterbeer?"

[godofwines]

The incident Andy was recalling involved a fourth-year Bacchus, a pock-marked seventh-year Hufflepuff girl, a can of peanut butter, and about tweleve dozen Forget-Me-Nots.

Needless to say, it was an incident Andy might've forgotten, and Bacchus only wished he could.

And no, by the way, Bacchus had not seen the crowds of people milling around him. He'd heard them ask questions about the encounter and about Malfoy and his behavior ("Bacchus, he putting you in Azkaban?" "Did he use an Unforgivable?" "Did he take away our win, Donovan?!"). He'd given short replies, but hadn't cared to elaborate, his eyes searching around the room unrelenting in looking for wherever Andy had gone off to. Once it was clear to the rest of the gryffindors that he wasn't about to get up and tell a fantastic story about how Malfoy had attempted the Avada Kadavra on him, and how he'd deflected it using Tom Paddock's lifeless (they knew it to be lifeless, of course, because how could a Ravenclaw survive a beating from Bacchus Donovan?!) body as a human shield,

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Andy carefully kept his hand from touching Bacchus' as he handed the half empty bottle to the boy. A touch could be dangerous, a touch could be unhappiness. He watched Bach's adam apple bob up and down as he swigged from the bottle but it was too...

He looked down at the floor, mentally chiding himself. Not now, he told himself. Don't let him get to you now.But it was unavoidable as Bach offered him praise. His head whipped up so fast he thought he might have pulled a muscle. His stomach twisted in knots but not unpleasantly. Praise was good, he didn't often get it. Praise from Bacchus was better, he didn't think he'd ever gotten it

[godofwines]

"Nah, dannae hurt," Bacchus said, moving his head back as if he thought Andy might jump up and press his fingers to the bruise, which, apparnetly, hurt worse than he was going to let on. The fact of the matter was that Bacchus was sorer than a newly-christened catamite from this beating. But would he tell Andy? Course not. He was Bacchus Donovan!

"But..." another awkward pause, "...you can fix it. If you want to." The tone of his voice had changed completely to something that was a little more tender, even if he still bore the look of an angered bull and even if he was still talking a little too loud to be affectionate.

"By the way," he said, suddenly, "you never asked me what I meant last night," this had been bothering him for some 24 hours now, and he simply had to get it out, whether Andy wanted to hear it or not.

"I said I liked myself the way I was, you said you didn't like you, right?" he reminded him.

"You didn't ask what I meant."

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Andy exhaled almost in gratitude as Bacchus offered him the chance to heal him. If Bacchus had said no he wasn't sure he would have regained the ability to breathe. He took a step forward and drew his wand but before he had the chance to say anything, Bacchus spoke again.

Well, no, Andy didn't quite remember it that way. If he remembered correctly and he was sure he was, he'd been running the scene over and over in his head all night, Bacchus had told him that Andy didn't like himself. The sixth year had agreed because it was easier than explaining the truth about why he chose to stay in the closet.

But he didn't say this out loud. Bacchus was talking him again, he wasn't going to risk starting another fight, not when the boy was already as riled up as he was.

"What did you mean then," he asked softly, closing the distance between them in a few short strides. His hand twitched, wanting to touch the bruise on his face. It called out to be soothed and carressed, but Andy didn't dare. He didn't want to scare him away again.

[godofwines]

See, Bacchus was the sort of person who was primarily concerned with one person: Bacchus. So, if he said that Andy didn't like himself and showed it by refusing to come out of the closet, that must mean that he was. Because Bacchus said it was so. It was a very subconscious egotistical thing, of course-- he didn't mean to think like that. That's just how things happened.

He was a little saddened that Andy hadn't moved to heal the bruise yet, so he grabbed the boy by the wrist and brought it, wand and all, up to his cheek, holding Andy's eyes in a daring gaze.

"I said 'that's why you have me', right?" he said, grey eyes half-covered by eyelids. For the first time in the entire conversation, he almost seemed to be relaxed.

"'Cause, iffin you don't like yourself, I reckon I like ye enough for the pair of us, see?"

[andyfraz]

As Bacchus grabbed him by the wrist, Andy half thought he was about to get slogged. But no, it was like the boy was challenging Andy, as if he thought maybe the sixth year wasn't brave enough. He was getting there, dammit! It was just getting a little hard to concentrate. Multi-tasking: not a skill of Andy's. He couldn't listen and heal at the same time, that was outrageous

[godofwines]

For the second time of the conversation, Bacchus felt his cheeks glowing with a blush. He coughed and averted his eyes for a moment after Andy's kiss, as if trying to regain what manliness he'd managed to lose in that instant, but it did feel kinda good. He'd go with it, he figured, feeling the tissue in his face repairing itself from the beam of light that was shooting from Andy's wand. He waited until it had finished, just to be polite or something

[andyfraz]

Andy couldn't believe it, he'd gotten two blushes out of Bacchus in one night. Score one for him! He fought the urge to gloat and tease, deciding that silently being chuffed was enough.

The kiss, small and gentle as it was, was enough to lift the heavy weight of self loathing from Andy's shoulders. He immediately cupped the boy's face and kissed him with urgency, as if he hadn't seen him for a year. His fingers scraped along the skin of Bach's cheeks and Andy's nose was kind of squished into Bacchus' but it was an honest kiss as much as it was open. His need, his desire, his absolute relief at being able to do this again was more than evident in the small noises of desperation that came from deep in his throat. A blind man could have seen how grateful Andy was.

[godofwines]

Bacchus gave a gentle moan into Andy's mouth, clearly coinciding with Andy's own need for him. His lips had felt parched and dry without Andy to kiss whenever he felt like it, his tongue had felt stiff, his entire body cold and awkward without Andy's warmth. It had almost lead him to asking himself how in the world he could've gotten on prior to knowing the boy, let alone, prior to having gained Andy's affections.

Feeling the need to, he pulled Andy closer to him in his strong arms, simply holding him there for a moment, squeezing so tightly it was a wonder he could manage to make the hold tighter. The embrace seemed to speak: it's okay, we'll get through it, promise.As their lips broke the first time, Bacchus couldn't take it. He pressed his mouth to Andy's again, wanting him, craving him, needing him like he needed the nicotine in his cigarettes or the pressure of some small item against his gums to satisfy his oral fixation. The feeling of Andy's lips against his, the feeling of his tongue, his mouth, his teeth, everything Bacchus

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Andy flicked his wand at the door and it locked. He couldn't be too careless, no matter how pleased he was that Bacchus had resumed kissing him. It was unlikely, given that the party downstairs had only just started but you never knew when someone was going to bring a girl up.

His threw his wand to the floor, wrestled the butterbeer out of Bacchus' hand and pulled them down on the bed together. He wanted, nay, desperately needed to feel Bacchus on top of him. "Want you," he whimpered, dragging his tongue under his lover's jawline. He tried to pull the curtain around his bed but only managed to get it halfway. There were more pressing things to attend to like biting at the pulse under Bach's skin and gently flicking his tongue against Bach's earlobe.

"So much." He wondered if it would be to pushy to ask Bach to skip the foreplay and just fuck him?

[godofwines]

Bacchus couldn't help but roll his eyes as Andy locked the door. Really, at a moment like this, he had the nerve to be so cautious? Bacchus couldn't think of a better way to proclaim their relationship to their housemates then by having some drunk sixth year stumble in with some equally drunk third year girl right in the middle of their throes of passion

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Andy sniggered as the curtains fell over their bodies, covering the pair almost completely. He buried his face in Bacchus' neck, lapping at any patch of salty skin he could get his tongue on while simaltaneously trying to free them from the claustrophobic wrap of the curtain material. Death by drapery wouldn't be such a bad way to die if he spent his last moments doing this with Bacchus

[godofwines]

Death by drapery doesn't sound so sirius.

...

Bacchus, beneath his clothing, smelled like a Quidditch pitch, for anyone who was sniffing. A very sweaty quidditch pitch, for that matter. It made sense-- all he'd done all day was play, fight, fight some more, and get randy. No wonder.

But he couldn't wait to be free of his clothing-- it had been such a restraint to his touching Andy, embracing Andy, feeling Andy's bare skin against his own. Which was all he really wanted all day anyways.

He laughed when he saw what Andy was doing, but it was starting to take kind of long and his erection within was raging so hard against the crotch of his jeans, it was starting to hurt. But he gave Andy the time to finish it since it was obviously what the younger boy wanted, bringing a hand down to stroke his head from crown to neck.

[andyfraz]

Andy grated his teeth across Bach's abdomen and then hipbones but, as much a he would have liked to, didn't linger. He cheated slightly and undid the belt, slid down the fly and pulled his pants down to his knees. The minute those obstacles were out of the way though he brought his teeth back, pulling Bach's boxers down, dragging them roughly over the huge bulge that was Bacchus' erection.

And then it was like angels sang. He could practically hear the trumpets.

He dove straight on, sucking Bach into his mouth as far as he could take him.