The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth 33



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Chapter 33: A Rose by Any Other Name



The Slytherin Dungeons:



Ter could still remember the first time Adrian kissed him. It had been at Yule. He had invited his mates over for an impromptu party. His parents had decamped to France to his mother’s sister for the week end. They had decided that Terry was old enough to be left alone. Parents were silly and deluded at times.



It was four in the morning. Everyone had left and Adrian had stayed to hhim him return his home to its normally tinetine condition. There was only one house elf on duty but Wiggy had been Ter’s nanny. He could get Wiggy to cover for him with the other elves. He was giggling at something Adrian had said about Marcus and his recent penchant for one of their teammates, Billy Bletchley. Billy was good-looking but there was something off about her. Ter couldn’t put his finger on it but he was leery of her in general. Adrian had made a witty comment about how she had latched on to a very drunk Marcus.



“Honestly,” complained Adrian. “Billy doesn’t realize it but she could be Woody dressed up in drag right now and Marcus would still have a go. He is that pissed.”



“Well, “said Terry with a laugh. “Woody in drag would be going a bit too far, don’t you think? Hey, did you see how quiet Marcus got when Billy mentioned that Wood and Bell were dating? When will he ever admit he’s hot and bothered for that Gryffindor?”



Adrian gave him a searching look then shrugged. “I find that most people are pretty thick when it comes to knowing that they’re attracted to someone,” drawled Adrian. “Or the opposite is true; most people have no idea when someone is absolutely mad for them.”



“That’s not true,” said Terry as he smiled at Adrian.



“Really?” asked Adrian as he tilted his head and looked at Terry in a rather intense manner.



“Yes,” insistedry. ry.



“I know someone that is absolutely mad for you,” said Adrian hesitantly after a small silence.



“Why would they be mad for me?” asked Terry with a light laugh. Most witches tended to only see Adrian and his beautiful face when they were out together. The other witches had eyes only for Marcus and his overt masculinity. Still other witches tended to go for Tarquin and his charm. Derrick had those soulful eyes. Alec had that posh voice and wit. He got lost in the shuffle.



“Why indeed?” said Adrian dryly. He gave Ter an intense look. “You have beautiful eyes, Ter,” said Adrian gruffly.



“Your eyes are more striking than mine,” said Terry impulsively. He blushed slightly at the look of surprise in Adrian’s eyes. Then those topaz eyes flared to life and seemed to change color right in front of him. They warmed to a glowing yellow shade.



“And your mouth is so sexy,” said Adrian gruffly as he reached out and ran his thumb along Ter’s pouty lower lip. Terry shivered as all of a sudden the air seemed to thicken between them. He was suddenly heart-stoppingly aware of the fact that they were all alone together sitting in front of the fireplace in a darkened room. But he couldn’t look awaym Adm Adrian. He watched Adrian’s face with surprise. He could see that Adrian was staring at his mouth.



Ter felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He gave a slight gasp of disappointment as Adrian stopped rubbing his lower lip and moved as if he was going to stand up. Then Ter gave a louder gasp as Adrian settled his long, lean frame up against his own. Then Adrian gazed into his eyes with an intense look. Ter could feel every inch of Adrian’s body as he leaned against him. Terry only looked up at Adrian mutely. He was so turned on by this point that his throat was dry and his body thrummed with attraction. Gods, Adrian smelled good. Ter licked his dry lips nervously.



When Adrian slobroubrought his mouth near, Ter could only let out a nervous breath but he tilted his head up and closed his eyes. That first kiss was gentle and whispery soft. Ter gave a low moan as he lifted his mouth so Adrian kissed him again but more firmly. His lip softened under Adrian’s seeking mouth.



“Open your mouth,” whispered Adrian against his lips. Terry obeyed and shuddered with hot molten desire as Adrian slipped his tongue inside Ter’s mouth. Terry writhed under Adrian’s lips as he leisurely and very thoroughly explored Terry’s mouth with his tongue. Then he stopped and gave Terry’s lower lip a slight nip with his teeth as he pulled away and licked his lips as he looked into Terry’s dazed eyes seriously.



“I’ve wanted to kiss your mouth for so long,” said Adrian huskily. Terry blushed as he looked into Adrian’s eyes. They were full of desire for him. The thought made him a bit giddy. He never had a kiss from a girl that was one half as passionate and soul-stirring as the one he just got from Adrian. He shivered as Adrian pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, “You are just so sexy. I dream about you all the time.”



“Adrian,” whispered Terry. “Kiss me again.”



Adrian kissed him again. They kissed one another until Adrian was forced to go home by an insistent owl from his outraged mother.



That night, Terry finally admitted to himself that he was very attracted to Adrian and that he had been for years now. In the back of his mind, he had always had this sexual awareness of Adrian’s charms. He had buried his feelings deep but Adrian’s advances brought them to the surface. But he never thought that Adrian would return his interest. He found it hard to sleep as he wondered what the next morning would bring. Would Adrian regret what happened between them? Terry wasn’t certain how he would be able to bear that if it happened.



The next day, they met in Diagon Alley to go look at brooms. Terry had been quite shy but Adrian had given him one of his slow, sexy smiles when he caught sight of Ter in front of the shop.ry rry relaxed as he realized that Adrian had meant every word he said the night before. They had gone to look at the brooms and Terry flushed in awareness every time Adrian deliberately brushed up against him. His mouth had gone dry when Adrian asked him if his parents were still in France. Terry nodded as Adrian gave him a sly smile. That night, Terry and Adrian went to bed together for the first time.



That night, as he lay underneath Adrian’s hot, aroused body, he had never been so turned on in his life. He could remember looking deep into Adrian’s slumberous and passionate eyes as Adrian thrust inside him for the first time. He had been breathless with a mixture of shock, pain, and delirious pleasure. He smiled as he remembered Adrian’s soothing kisses across his face as Adrian moved inside him. Gods, the sex had been a revelation to him. He never imagined that feelings like that had existed. He had gone to bed with girls but only Adrian made him that excited and gave him that bone deep, addictive pleasure. They had quickly become infatuated with one another. They slept with each other as often as possible. Ter quickly realized that Adrian was completely wrapped up in him and it made him feel incredibly good. He loved that Adrian was completely his.



Terry’s eyes focused back to the present and he gave a slight shiver and pulled his covers up higher. He looked down at Adrian’s sleeping face and gave a slight smile. He ran a finger down Adrian’s jaw and sighed. Their relationship had been stormy and passionate. But he loved Adrian like no one else in his life, not even Alicia.



What had gone wrong? For one, they were young. They both had wanted to explore so they made an agreement concerning meaningless sex. And Terry had found to his surprise that the witches were watching him, too. Every once and awhile, either he or Adrian would get jealous and demand that the other give up a lover. It had worked until he had gotten involved with Alicia Spinnet.



Adrian was a passionate man. He wasn’t jealous but he was very possessive. Terry belonged to him. Every one in Slytherin House knew that. Others were allowed to borrow Terry but were under strict orders to return him. Sometimes, Adrian went too far and hexed a few of Terry’s lovers behind his back. Ter pretended not to notice but he had. Adrian’s possessiveness got cloying.



Terry reached out and smoothed Adrian’s’ hair away from his face. He couldn’t love Adrian the way Adrian wanted him to. He wasn’t as obsessive and single minded as Adrian was. Adrian threw himself into a relationship with no holds barred but Terry was much more cautious. His caution had been a source of many a fight between them.



But Adrian could get him out of his dark moods better than any one else could. Like tonight, Adrian had known that Terry had not wanted to be alone. Adrian had always been the aggressor when it came to sex. He had kissed him first. He had taken the initiative and suggested that they stop kissing and just go upstairs that first night. Terry had been nervous but willing. Adrian had been gentle but insistent. Adrian had Ter naked in under a minute. He had Terry moaning under his skillful tongue in less than ten minutes. No, they never had problems when it came to sex. They were very compatible and were both sexually adventurous.



What went wrong? “Not a thing,” thought Terry. He would love Adrian all his life. Terry stopped thinking and moved so he was curled around Adrian’s warm body and feel asleep.



Adrian opened his eyes when he felt Terry finally relax beside him. He felt Terry’s hand curled around his own and smiled sleepily. Adrian didn’t want to think about how mixed up his feeling were when it came to Terrence Higgs. He knew that Ter loved him but he was well aware that they were both expected to marry a witch and have children.



Adrian stroked Ter’s hand as he thought about that horribly embarrassing conversation he had with his mother after she found him in bed with Ter one afternoon at his house. She had been embarrassed as well. Her pretty face that looked so much like his own was pink as she reminded Adrian of his obligation to preserve his bloodline. He nodded. She reminded him that Terry’s family would expect the same thing from Ter. He nodded. Then he smirked to himself and told his mother that he loved Terry. She had done something that shocked him. She had stroked his face and gave him a sad smile. She had said that he could love Terry and she was so glad he had someone he could love. But one day, he was to marry. He nodded the then kissed her. He knew that she wanted him to be happy. She had been warning him so he would not get hurt. And he loved her for it. But Terry would always remain an important person in his life.



Adrian did not begrudge Terry Alicia Spinnet like Ter did not begrudge him Daria. But if Alicia hurt Terry in anyway, he would go after her regardless of Terry’s wishes. No one hurt his Ter. He had been upset about something tonight and Adrian was determined to find out if it had anything to do with Alicia. Merlin help her if it did.



Top of the North Tower: The Nevenivening:



Marcus looked at the decorations with a critical eye. The top of the tower looked like a garden. He smiled to himself as the fairies glittered in the topiaries. It was sappy and so unlike his normal self that she would be surprised. Personally, he loved the dungeons but he knew Katie loved wide open spaces. He went down to collect her from the Great Hall. It had been an utter chore tracking her down today. Angie, Ally and Katie had been huddled together for hours. He had a hard time persuading her to come for a broom ride after dinner. But he shamelessly used his seldom used innocent look that made her grin. And had promised her a memorable ride in a husky voice that made Katie blush and bite her lip.



Marcus walked into the Great Hall and sat beside Katie at the end of the Gryffindor table. He leveled a frown at the looks he was getting from some of her housemates.



“Quit scaring my mates,” chided Katie as she smiled at Marcus. Her eyes widened in appreciation. He was dressed up. He was wearing dark blue, her favorite color on him. Katie’s eyes glittered in appreciation. His shirt was unbuttoned rather far, the shameless man. She could see the firm muscles of his chest. She shivered as his distinctive smell washed over her. He smelled so masculine.



“Ready for your ride,” whispered Marcus in her ear.



Katie dropped her fork as she felt the tip of his tongue snake out to delicately lick her earlobe.



“I’m still eating,” said Katie as she stared at his firm mouth. The air seemed to sizzle between them.



“Hungry?” purred Marcus.



Katie could feel her thighs quiver with anticipation. She the the feeling that their ride would end in the broom shed. Not that she would object in the slightest.



“Very,” whispered Katie.



“Honestly,” said Angelina with a raised eyebrow. “There are children within earshot.”



“I am talking about food, Johnson,” said Marcus lazily. “What are you talking about?”



“Sure,” said Angie with an eye roll.



“Katie,” interrupted a high voice. Flint turned to scowl at the intruder. Katie kicked him under the table and smiled at her little house mate. “Professor McGonagall asked me to gibe you this package. It arrived this afternoon for you.”



“Oh,” said Katie with surprise. “I wonder what it is.” She opened the package then gave Marcus a sly look. “Is this package from you?”



“No,” said Marcus. “I had nothing to do with it. I wonder what it is.”



Katie opened the box and gasped in wonder. The girls around her gasped as well. She lifted out a necklace made of iridescent black pearls. She touched them in shock and lifted out a card. She silently read it.



“They are from your grandmother,” said Katie huskily. She lifted the heavy necklace. “Do you think the pearls are real?”



“Don’t let grandmere hear you say that,” said Marcus with a grin. “She would be horribly insulted. She has never owned anything fake in her life. Those pearls belonged to her mother.”



“Marcus,” said Katie shakily. “They are so beautiful. I can’t believe she gave them to me. Why?”



“I’ve described you to her,” said Marcus softly as he lifted the pearls from her nerveless hands and fastened them around her neck. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, “You are carrying a far more precious thing, my love. You should wear them at our wedding.”



“I will,” said Katie as she touched the necklace. She turned to give Marcus a brilliant smile. “Gods, Marcus. Your mother sent me these gorgeous emerald earrings this morning. And then your father sent me that pretty matching bracelet. I am afraid that your family is spoiling me.”



“You deserve to be spoiled,” said Marcus huskily as he stroked her cheek.



“And my birthday is tomorrow,” said Katie with a grin at Marcus.



“It is?’ asked Marcus with a mock frown. “I forgot.”



“Marcus,” said Katie with an outraged gasp. He pulled her to her feet and they left the Great Hall. He led her towards his surprise.



They walked along in a companionable silence. Katie hesitantly started to speak then stopped.



“What is it, kitten?” asked Marcus.



“My father sent me a present,” said Katie as she bit her lip. “He said that he had been working on a case for the last few months and apologized for not sending an owl sooner. Marcus, how did he know I was upset?”



“I told him,” said Marcus simply.



“That was between you and me,” protested Katie.



“It was upsetting you,” said Marcus lowly. “You know what the medi-witch said about keeping calm. I didn’t want you to worry. He sent me an owl as well. He did confess that he was taken aback at first about the baby. And he told me that he appreciated my candor in writing him. He said that he regarded you as his little girl and it was hard for him to accept that you were having a baby of your own. My role in the matter was hard for him, too.”



“The whole sex thing,” said Katie with a wince.



“Yes,” said Marcus. He laughed then gave her a roguish grin. “I wonder how shocked he would be if he knew how incredibly pervy you really were. I think he thinks that you are a few steps from being an innocent virgin still. If he only knew.”



“And you are never going to tell him,” said Katie with a light shriek as Marcus caressed her bottom. She leaned into his big frame. “Thank-you, Marcus. My father is still very important to me.”



“Don’t worry,” teased Marcus. “I’ll never let on how sexy you are or how your sexual demands on my poor body sometimes leave me exhausted.”



“Now Marcus,” said Katie as her eyes darkened with desire. “Be a good boy or else I won’t buy that new pillow book I found in Flourish and Blots new owl order catalogue.”



“A new pillow book?” said Marcus as he bit his lip.



“I’ll make it my private wedding gift to you,” said Katie with an affectionate smile. Her heart lifted as she saw the pleasure in his dark eyes. Other people thought his eyes were black but they weren’t. They were dark, dark, blue.



“Close your eyes,” said Marcus as they stopped at the top of the North Tower. Katie jumped in surprise. She had not noticed that they had even come this way. She gave Marcus a look.



“One or two disregardo charms,” said Marcus with a rueful smirk.



“You sneaky Slytherin,” chided Katie as she closed her eyes. She gasped when she opened them a moment later. She looked around the enchanted garden and her eyes filled with tears.



“You don’t like it?” asked Marcus with a worried expression.



“I love it,” said Katie gruffly. “It’s so gorgeous.”



“Happy Birthday, Katherine Isolde Bell,” said Marcus as he held out a single, red rose. Katie took it and threw her arms around Marcus.



“It’s not pearls or emeralds, Katie,” said Marcus. “But I did it all myself. I did this myself, too.” Marcus held out a bound volume.



Katie opened the book and gasped. Using red and gold ink, Marcus had transcribed love poems in a careful hand unlike his usual scrawl.



“I took every poem that reminded me of you and wrote them down,” said Marcus quietly. “It took me weeks.”



Katie ran her fingers over the words of the ancient Celtic and Roman love poems and burst into tears. She threw herself into Marcus’s arms and clung to him. She didn’t deserve this man. But she was glad he was hers.



Marcus smiled to himself as he held her. Alec was right. She loved the poems. He, of course, had sworn Alec to secrecy. It would not do for his mates to find out he did something so utterly sappy and romantic. He could have bought her something but he knew that the poems would be more personal. He just wanted her to really know how much he loved her.



Later, after she had stopped crying, they had sat down and drank the orange juice that she craved all the time out of crystal goblets and he read her several of the poems as she just gazed at him.



Katie smiled dreamily as she listened to him. Gods, this had to be the most romantic thing a wizard had ever done in Hogwarts history. Too bad, no one would ever believe her if she told them about it. She shivered as he started to read the spicier poems by Catullus in his husky voice.



Marcus slowly began to rub her thigh as he read her the rather risqué poems. His fingers slipped over her underwear and lightly rubbed at her arousal through the fabric. He listened to her breath get heavier as his fingers moved. Then he stopped.



“Marcus,” breathed Katie. Marcus wordlessly pulled her to her feet and led her to a little hidden alcove. Katie moaned as he slipped her clothing off from behind her. He slipped his big hands around her to cup her aching breasts. His fingers teased her nipples. One callused hand dipped in between her quivering thighs as his fingers explored the wetness he found there. She gasped as he turned her around and picked her up and then lay her down on the bed of rose petals. “This is so romantic.”



Katie lay on the bed of rose petals and watched as he undressed slowly standing over her. She gave a low moan as he pushed his trousers down and revealed his heavy weeping erection.



“Are you ready for me?” asked Marcus as he stroked his cock.



“Yes,” moaned Katie as she parted her legs invitingly.



“Tell me,” said Marcus huskily as he ran his thumb over the weeping head of his cock. “Show me.”



Katie spread her legs and touched herself lightly. “I want you deep inside me. I want you so deep that you touch my heart.”



Marcus lowered himself onto her and settled his hips in the cradle of her thighs. He took his erection and ran the head of his penis teasingly over her clitoris. Katie moved and wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his broad shoulders.



“It’s our first time outside,” groaned Marcus as he surged inside her. He moaned asfeltfelt her sheath cling tightly.



“Yes,” said Katie breathlessly as she looked up into the twilight and saw the fairies glittering.



“You look like my harem girl again,” said Marcus gruffly. “You look so sexy wearing those pearls and nothing else. I can feel your pussy and how hot and clinging you are on my cock, kitten.”



“For you,” moaned Katie as she arched her hips up into Marcus’s hard thrusts. They moved together seamlessly. Katie closed her eyes and she could smell them and the smell of crushed rose petals as they rocked together. She groaned as she moved her achingly empty pussy up. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. She gave a low cry every time he filled her again and again.



Marcus closed his eyes and growled as he beto sto surge into her harder and harder. He flexed his hips trying to force his hot erection deep inside her.



“Don’t stop,” moaned Katie. She clutched at the muscles flexing in his back. The spiraling excitement was mounting almost unbearably high. Marcus started to thrust into her with short lightening fast thrusts. Katie shrieked as her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a hurricane. She could hear Marcus’s hoarse shout and she could feel him coming inside her spasming sheath. Then the pleasure took her again.



Marcus lay beside her in the warm spring evening and caressed her hair as she slept. He felt relaxed and quite satisfied. She always made him feel wonderful. He couldn’t wait until they were together forever.