The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth

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Chapter 30: Jealousy

The Slytherin Dungeons:

Terrence looked at Adrian and Alicia stoically. His face was expressionless.

“Terry,” said Adrian uncomfortably.

“Snape is coming,” said Terry woodenly as he turned away.

“What?” gasped Alicia. “Is Katie here?”

“Amazingly no,” said Terry. “Marcus came home alone last night.”

Adrian winced as Terry emphasized the word alone sarcastically. He grasped his head in pain as he struggled to find something to wear. Alicia was frantically trying to find her robes without letting go of the sheet clutched to her chest.

“What the hell is Snape doing coming here?” asked Adrian as he finally found his bathrobe and shrugged it on.

“Ever since Marcus and Bell went public,” said Terry. “He has been trying to catch her in the dungeons. He hasn’t caught her yet but he has, to date, caught three Ravenclaws, eight Hufflepuffs and two Gryffindors.”

Adrian found his cloak and gave it to Alicia. She gave him a grateful look.

“Hide in the bathroom,” said Adrian quickly. “Snape will check here first.”

Alicia was about to get up when a knock sounded on the door. She and Adrian dashed into the bathroom where Adrian turned on the shower. They both strained to hear the conversation in the main room but they could not hear anything through the door. Both Adrian and Alicia jumped when a knock sounded on the door. Adrian hurried over to the shower, stripped off and got wet then came back to the door. He motioned Alicia to hide then he opened the door and poked his head out.

“Mr. Pucey,” said that distinctive silken voice. “Do you have a moment?”

“Yes sir,” said Adrian smoothly. “I just need to get a robe on.” Adrian grabbed his robe and gave Alicia a speaking look. He walked out of the bathroom nonchalantly without closing the door.

“No visitors Mr. Pucey,” asked Snape with a raised eyebrow.

“No sir,” said Adrian smoothly with a slight touch of bewilderment. Only a slight touch though, too much and Snape will catch on.

“Yes,” said Snape distrustfully. “You were late for Hogsmeade curfew yesterday Mr. Pucey.”

“I forgot to pick up my Quidditch gloves, sir,” said Adrian earnestly. “My favorite ones were damaged so I got them repaired and forgot to pick them up. I went back because we don’t have another weekend until after the next game. Those gloves are my good-luck charm, sir.”

“Very well,” said Snape quietly. “Be less forgetful in the future.”

“Yes sir,” said Adrian dutifully.

“Is Mr. Flint here?” asked Snape intently.

“He is still asleep,” said Terrence. “He usually has a silencing charm on. He hates getting up early, sir.”

Adrian watched Snape glide over the Marcus’s bed and silently prayed that Bell really not be there. And he also said a small prayer for Snape. Marcus did not like being woken up early unless you were a girl and offering a good-morning blowjob.

“Mr. Flint,” said Snape as he snapped the curtains back and found Marcus asleep on his stomach -alone.

“What?” asked Flint blearily. He buried his face in his pillow.

“Mr. Flint,” said Snape louder.

“Bugger off,” said Flint sleepily and a touch incredulously. “Pucey, go away.”

“Mr. Flint,” said Snape firmly. “Get up!”

“Merlin,” said Flint angrily as he opened his eyes reluctantly. “Professor Snape!” Marcus sat up in bed abruptly.

“Thank-you for joining us Mr. Flint,” said Snape dryly. “I came to tell you that the brooms are being serviced this afternoon by a representative from Nimbus. Please be at the shed at two to let the man in. Thank-you. Good day gentlemen.”

Snape swooped towards the door and stopped just before he left. “Mr. Pucey, please tell Miss Spinnet that twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor for her presence in the dormitory.”

“Yes sir,” said Adrian a trifle meekly.

“And do remember to cast a cleansing spell on your bed BEFORE you try to hide a young lady’s presence again,” said Snape as he closed the door.

“Spinnet?” said Marcus with surprise as he looked at Adrian then gave Terrence’s tense face an apprehensive look.

The bathroom door closed and Adrian rummaged around the room for a hangover potion. His eyes avoided Terry’s assiduously. Marcus shrugged and went back to sleep. Minutes later, Alicia came out with her hair wet and she grabbed her clothes calmly off the floor and went back into the bathroom to change.

Alicia emerged a few minutes later. Adrian silently handed her the rest of the hangover potion. She gave him a grateful look.

“Do you think Snape is lurking?” asked Alicia to Adrian.

“If he went to Alec’s room next or Derrick’s room,” said Adrian with a grin. “He’ll be busy for awhile.”

“I’ll be going then,” said Alicia calmly. “See you later Adrian.”

“Yes,” said Adrian nervously as he shot Terry a look. “I hope so.” He whispered the last part as Alicia passed him. She grinned. The silence was deafening after Alicia left the room.

“Terry,” said Adrian when the silence began to unnerve him. “I can explain.”

“Explain what?” asked Terry coldly. “It is not like I am dating either of you, is it?”

Adrian paled.

“No,” snapped Adrian back. “You aren’t.”

Terry’s face flushed then he turned and left the room silently. Adrian bit his lip hard in order not to call out to Terry.

“Merlin,” thought Adrian. “I do have some pride.”

Adrian sighed and went back to bed. He lay awake for some time seeing the pain in Terry’s eyes when he saw him in bed with Alicia over and over again. Adrian closed his eyes in despair. Normally, he would have been thrilled to see Higgs so jealous but he had a horrible feeling the jealousy was over Alicia not him. There were times when he wished he didn’t love Terry so much. Or perhaps that Terry loved him a little more.


Late that afternoon: near the Quidditch pitch:

Katie walked under the Quidditch bleachers quickly. She had forgotten her favorite pair of gloves in the Gryffindor change room. She was also supposed to meet Marcus in ten minutes at the Slytherin broom shed. Katie gasped when a strong arm caught at her waist from behind. She was about to relax into Marcus’s embrace when she caught a whiff of cologne. Marcus did not wear cologne. Katie stiffened.

“Hello Katie,” purred Roger Davies. He kissed her ear. Kate tried to jerk away from him.

“Davies,” said Katie angrily. “Bugger off.”

“Such language,” chided Roger. “Your Slytherin is teaching you naughty things. I wonder what other naughty things you’ve learned in Flint’s bed?”

“You will never find that out,” promised Katie through gritted teeth. “Let me go.”

Roger let her go reluctantly as she whirled around to face him.

“Flint is just playing with you,” said Davies intently. “I will wait until he is done.”

“You will be waiting forever,” said Katie coldly as she stalked away.

Minutes later just outside the Slytherin broom shed; another pair of strong arms circled her waist. She stiffened for a second.

“Marcus?” asked Katie hesitantly.

“Expecting someone else?” asked Marcus in her ear.

“No,” said Katie weakly. Marcus gave her a strange look when he heard the tone in her voice and felt the stiffness in her back.

“I found your pants,” said Marcus as he turned her to look at him. Her face was flushed.

“Really,” said Katie with a distracted air.

“Actually I didn’t find them,” said Marcus with a wicked grin. “The Nimbus bloke did.”

“Really,” said Katie weakly.

Marcus frowned and leaned in to ask Katie what was wrong when he smelled a particular scent. He leaned closer and smelled at Katie’s robes. Katie jerked back uneasily.

“You had the brooms serviced,” asked Katie desperately. She didn’t want to tell Marcus about the incident with Davies. He was very sensitive on the subject of Roger Davies. Why did Davies tell Marcus about their encounters?

Marcus face darkened as he recognized the scent of cologne –men’s cologne. He did not wear cologne.

“Why do you have men’s cologne on your robes?” asked Marcus quietly and dangerously.

“I…I don’t-“ stuttered Katie.

“Do not lie to me,” said Marcus slowly and distinctly.

Katie shivered at the tone in his voice and the look in his eye. His hands came up to hold her shoulders firmly.

“Marcus,” said Katie shakily. “You are scaring me.”

“Tell me,” urged Marcus.

“Someone tried to kiss me,” said Katie. Her face paled as his stern face hardened.

“Who?” asked Marcus.

“I didn’t let him,” said Katie shakily.

“Do not make me ask you again Katie,” said Marcus coldly.

“Roger Davies,” said Katie in a small voice. His hands tightened against her arms.

“I didn’t let him,” said Katie again.

“Did he touch you,” asked Marcus quietly.

“Yes,” said Katie. Marcus turned and led her towards the House Change Rooms.

“Where are we going?” asked Katie with a touch of fear.

“The Slytherin change room,” said Marcus shortly.

“Why,” asked Katie as Marcus ushered her into the change room.

“To wash that scent off you,” said Marcus.

“What?” asked Katie angrily. “I am not your possession.”

“Oh yes you are,” said Marcus lowly as he grasped her hair to pull back her head in order to plunder her mouth. Katie could feel his anger as his tongue stabbed into her mouth. Katie clutched at his arms as he took her mouth again and again. When he finally lifted his mouth, her lips were swollen and tender.

“You are mine,” said Marcus tightly as he pulled her into the showers with him. He turned on the water and gathered her into his arms.

“We are still dressed,” gasped out Katie. She moaned as his hot mouth closed over her own to kiss her long and hard. Several sucking kisses later; Katie wrenched her mouth away so she could breathe. Marcus pushed her up against the tiles and stripped her clothes away slowly. He kissed every inch of skin he uncovered. Katie gasped and struggled to keep her head. He was treating her like the whole Davies incident was her fault.

Katie grasped his head as his hot mouth tugged on her tight nipple.

“I didn’t let him,” said Katie again desperately and a little tearfully. “Is that all I am to you? Am I your possession?”

His mouth stilled on her breast then he lifted his head. Marcus framed Katie’s upset face with his hands and shook his head wordlessly.

“I am a possessive man,” said Marcus quietly as he leaned his forehead against her own. “I overreacted, love. I am sorry. But I couldn’t stand the thought of that man touching you.”

Katie could feel his tense body start to relax. She soothed his back with strokes of her hand.

“It’s because of what he told you,” said Katie quietly.

“Yes,” admitted Marcus. He kissed her softly and apologetically.

“I love you Marcus,” said Katie softly. “I have never told another man that.”

“I know,” said Marcus as he looked into her eyes intently. “I just went a little mad. It’s just that I see the other blokes looking at you. They watch you in the Great Hall all the time.”

“There are girls who watch you too,” said Katie intently. “They talk about you too in study hall or the library. They don’t care that I can hear them.”

“They don’t matter,” said Marcus.

“Davies and those other lads don’t matter as well,” said Katie.

“Don’t you wish that I was a nice, uncomplicated Gryffindor sometimes,” said Marcus pensively.

“Don’t you wish I was that docile, biddable Hufflepuff you wanted,” rejoined Katie.

“No,” said Marcus with a smile.

“I want you,” said Katie. “You jealous, fiery, temperamental, clever, sexy man.”

“I’m a thick prick who is mad for you. I’m so sorry,” said Marcus again.

“If you were really sorry,” said Katie with a wicked grin. “You would take those clothes off and finish what you started.”

Marcus swiftly undressed then dropped to his knees in front of her. His hot mouth kissed and licked a path up her thighs and into the soft folds of her sex. Katie moaned incoherently as he nibbled and sucked at her clitoris as the water rained down on them.

The throbbing accelerated in her pussy as Marcus slowly ran his tongue up and down and then in small circles. Katie’s entire body shivered under his clever tongue. Katie moaned in disappointment when he abruptly stood up. She was trembling with passion.

“Sorry kitten,” purred Marcus. “But I was about to drown.”

Katie giggled then gave a sharp gasp as Marcus lifted her effortlessly by her hips and pushed his stiff penis deep inside her. They both groaned in contentment as Marcus began to stroke inside her. Katie leaned her back against the tiles and wrapped her legs around his hips. They rubbed together faster and faster as the water poured down around their writhing bodies. Katie came first with a high thin cry of fulfillment. Marcus came minutes later with a groan of deep satisfaction.

Katie leaned against his heaving chest for support as she tried to stand but her weak knees were preventing that from happening.

“Marcus,” asked Katie.

“Hmmm?”

“Did you say that the Nimbus bloke found my pants in the Slytherin broom shed?”

“Yes”

“Merlin.”

Later that night in the Slytherin dungeons:

“Then this morning I found both of them in bed together,” said Terrence as he lay in the darkness. He could hear the crackle of the fire.

“Merlin,” said Alec. “That must have hurt.”

“It did.”

“Is that why you are here right now,” asked Alec as he shifted up on his elbow to look at Terry lying beside him in bed.

“Not really,” said Terry. “I was surprised when you kissed me in front of the fire.”

“I have wanted to kiss you for some time,” said Alec as he ran a finger over Terry’s lower lip. He leaned down and gave Terry a soft kiss. Terry smiled as he kissed him back.

“Experimenting?” asked Terry with a rueful grin.

“A little,” admitted Alec as he shifted to press his nude body against Terry’s equally naked one. “But don’t sell yourself short Terry. You are a beautiful man.”

“I’ve told you how screwed up my life is,” said Terry. “Are you sure you want a part of that?”

“Consider me the unscrewed up part of your life Terry,” said Alec. “We are friends. We will remain friends.” His hand ran down Terry’s body slowly.

Terry ran his hand down Alec’s chest and gave a welcoming smile as Alec claimed his mouth.