The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth 43



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Chapter 43: Tried



Marcus looked up at into Daria’s inviting black eyes and shivered. Oh, he was tempted all right. He thought briefly of Katie’s suggestion then froze. Katie. Marcus could see her in his mind’s eye. His beautiful wife, because that is exactly what she was, his wife in his heart and soon to be his wife in the eyes of the world. He ruefully smiled and shook his head.



“You are the devil, Adrian,” said Marcus, “trying to use me to slither out of getting caught shagging Johnson.”



“Not even tempted for a minute?” asked Adrian mischievously.



“I love her,” said Marcus simply.



“She’s very lucky,” said Daria with an apologetic smile. She leaned against Adrian’s lean frame. Adrian trailed a finger over her pert breasts with a teasing smile at Marcus.



“Too bad,” said Adrian with a melodramatic sigh. He turned to lead Daria away.



“Oh,” said Marcus with a smirk. He took a sip of his firewhiskey. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t watch.”



Daria blushed as Adrian stopped in his tracks.



“Thank the gods,” said Adrian. “I was wondering where my perviest mate had gone to.”



“Terry?” asked Daria.



“Hell no,” said Adrian. “Ter is an amateur compared to Flint. Remind me to tell you of times we used to share.”



“And the women,” said Marcus with a smile as he settled himself more comfortably against the cushions.



Daria’s heart began to pound uncomfortably hard. They had never done this before. Sure, they had shared Alec’s bed but that was different. Alec had been a participant. Marcus Flint would just be watching. It was mortifying. After all, she still had her tiny crush on him, Katie Bell or no Katie Bell.



“I don’t-,” protested Daria. Her voice was cut off as Adrian easily lifted her to kneel up on the table in front of Marcus and the sofa. She looked into Marcus’s blue eyes and bit her lip. She shivered as Adrian moved her to face him.



“Open your knees,” whispered Adrian in her ear.



Daria shook her head wordlessly. She gasped as Adrian parted her knees so she was exposed to Marcus’s greedy eyes.



“Stay like that,” whispered Adrian.



“Please,” whispered Daria. She shivered as she felt a stab of desire pulsate down her thighs. Marcus’s eyes were boring into hers and they were hot with passion. Adrian gave a low chuckle from behind her as he shifted to lean against her back. Daria bit back a cry as Adrian trailed his fingers slowly over her breasts and slid them down her body. His fingers slid inside her cleft as Daria gave a low groan.



“Very wet,” moaned Adrian as he slid his fingers around her molten core.



Marcus shifted in his seat as he watched them intently. He could see that Daria’s face was crimson because he could see every inch of her. He sipped his drink and winked at Adrian.



“She’s so quiet Marcus,” said Adrian softly. “Usually she’s calling my name by now. She’s gotten all shy on me.”



“He can see,” protested Daria as she tried to twist away but was stopped by Adrian’s relentless hands.



“I’ve seen before,” said Marcus with a smile.



“But you didn’t see us do this,” said Daria.



“Oh yes, I did,” said Marcus with a smile, “after the bacchanal.” Marcus watched Daria’ face become an even brighter shade of red.



“Ohhh,” said Daria. She gasped even louder as Adrian took the opportunity and slid his thick cock deep inside Daria with a slow twist of his hips.



Daria threw back her head as pure sensation ran down her spine. Adrian had slid in very easily. Adrian moved her head so she could see Marcus. He was watching Adrian move in and out of Daria with an intent look. He was close enough to touch and she could hear his breathing getting deeper and harsher. A stab of desire shot through her abdomen.



“You like this,” whispered Adrian hotly in her ear as he nipped her earlobes.



“Yes,” moaned Daria. Adrian’s rough fingertips moved up to pinch and roll her nipples between his fingers. She stared into Marcus’s eyes and moaned in her throat.



Marcus’ drink lay forgotten in his hand as he watched Daria writhe in Adrian’s embrace. He would have never thought she would be so passionate. His cock hardened in his trousers as she began to moan.



“Hmmm,” moaned Daria. “Fuck me, Adrian.”



“Yes,” gasped Adrian as he held her hips and began to move harder and faster.



“Harder.”



“Daria.”



“Faster.”



“Yes,” moaned Adrian as he lost himself in the feel of his girlfriend’s tightly clasping pussy and soft skin. His high cheekbones were flushed as he tried to ram as much of his thick straining cock deep inside her. He could hear Marcus’s heavy breathing.



Daria stared into Flint’s stormy dark blue eyes. She licked her lips. She avidly watched him open his trousers and she moaned louder as he fisted his thick, heavily veined cock with a practiced gesture. Daria groaned as she felt Adrian’s hands fist in her long dark hair. She could feel every pulsating inch of him. Adrian was going to come. And so was Marcus.



“Remember that time by your pool, Marcus,” said Adrian’s strained voice. “Last summer with Persephone.”



“Oh yes,” said Marcus as his eyelids dipped. His hand was moving swiftly now.



“That time,” said Adrian as his voice hitched. “I was watching you.”



Daria was hanging onto the table with both hands now. Adrian was moving faster and faster inside her core. She could barely keep her eyes open but she could still smell them -the smell of two aroused men. Then her eyes clenched shut and waves of sensation rocked her body. She opened her eyes and saw Marcus fisting his cock with an intense look on his face and another bolt of sensation blasted through her. Her sheath compressed on Adrian’s solid shaft again and again. Daria’s moaned as Adrian pulled her long hair back with his fist and came inside her bucking sheath. She keened as another orgasm claimed her. The mingled pain and pleasure became intertwined in her head. She looked behind her to see Adrian’s glittering topaz eyes in the semi darkness. She could see the approval in his eyes. He would not be thinking of the Johnson girl tonight. She barely felt Adrian lift her and settle her into his bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.



Adrian turned back towards Marcus with banked fire in his unusual eyes. Marcus was still caressing himself. He was also looking quite dunk. Adrian gave a small smile as he settled himself in beside his mate.



“Hmmm,” purred Adrian as looked into Marcus’s bleary eyes. “I wonder who Ter is shagging tonight?” Adrian’s hand trailed down Marcus’s firm chest. Marcus shrugged but was watching Adrian intently.



Without seeming to even be noticing what his hands were doing, Adrian was filling Marcus in about the gossip he had heard that night.



“Looks like Spinnet has moved on to Derrick,” said Adrian as he fingers slipped around Marcus’s thick engorged cock.



“Yeah,” said Marcus as he swallowed thickly. He moved so Adrian could reach deeper inside his trousers. He groaned as Adrian’s talented hands began to move.



“I saw Davies and Wood snogging in a corner,” said Adrian conversationally as his thumb rubbed over the top of Marcus’s leaking cock.



“Yeah,” said Marcus as he laid a hand over Adrian’s hand and stilled it.



“Did your witch mention anything about other wizards?” asked Adrian with an amused smile.



“Technically, no,” said Marcus as Adrian brushed his hand aside and began to stroke him hard and rough. “But I am really drunk, mate.”



“Never counts when you are pissed,” said Adrian with an amused tone. His head dipped to Marcus’s thighs. “Besides, what is a little oral sex between friends?” After that pronouncement, Adrian’s hot mouth engulfed Marcus’s raging erection.



Marcus made helpless noises in his throat as Adrian gave him a rather expert blowjob. It was rough and intense after the scene he had witnessed between Ade and Daria. It seemed like only minutes and Marcus was coming inside Adrian’s sucking mouth. Marcus blinked many minutes later to clear his vision as his breathing slowed.



Adrian lifted his head and looked up at Marcus with an affectionate look. He licked his lips.



“Just like last time,” said Marcus with a groan.



“Yes,” said Adrian, his striking eyes glittering, “like last summer after Persephone went home.”



“Sleepy,” said Marcus as he allowed Adrian to shift him to his feet and steer him towards his bed.



“And just like last time,” said Adrian with a slightly rueful smile as he saw Marcus flop onto his back and pass out. “You will choose not remember a thing the next morning.”



Daria was not the only one with a slight crush on Marcus Flint.



The next morning:



The next morning, Alicia opened her eyes to see strangely unfamiliar green hangings. These hangings had snakes and strange Celtic markings. She turned to see Derrick asleep by her side. He had one hand possessively on her thigh. Ally curled up closer into his embrace.



“Don’t go,” said Derrick in a sleepy voice as he felt her move around. “Stay.”



“Yes,” said Ally breathlessly as she let Derrick pull her to lie almost completely under his strong arms and thighs. She felt safe there with him.



In another Slytherin dorm, Marcus Flint was trying to somehow reach his hangover potion without actually moving. He was about to try a wandless, soundless accio when his angel of mercy came walking by his bed.



“Honestly Marcus,” said Terry with a snicker as he handed over a vial of potion. “You looked like a bug on its back trying to do that.”



Marcus tried to growl at him but his heart wasn’t in it. He wanted that vial of potion too much.



“You are wearing your jumper on inside out,” observed Marcus sourly after he choked down the brew. His head started to clear only to the point where he wasn’t thinking of throwing up every two seconds.



“Really?” said Terry with grin. “I guess I am.”



“Where did you go?” asked Adrian with a sigh from his bed. He shifted to tuck Daria into the bedcovers as he slipped out of bed with a long stretch.



“Ah,” said Ter with a rather wistful smile. “I think I met someone last night.”



“Really,” said Adrian as his lazy grin dimmed for a brief moment then brightened considerably. “Who is she…or he?”



“Someone,” said Ter mysteriously as he untucked his jumper and gave a yawn. “We talked for hours until the sun came up mates. I am so bloody tired.”



“Talked?” said Adrian with a sardonic grin at Marcus who only shrugged.



“Yes,” said Ter with a bright smile. “I know. Me. Mr. Shags-a-lot. All we did was talk. It was …lovely. We are going to meet later tonight, after we sleep, of course. She is so nice, sweet. I thought I never would like sweet but she‘s just…….lovely. I gave her my jumper to wear when it got cold. I think I am turning over a new leaf.”



“Do I know her?” asked Adrian lightly.



“She’s in Hufflepuff,” said Ter enthusiastically as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Her name is Emma d’Alene and she is in sixth year. Her father is French and her mother is English which is the exact opposite of me. It’s amazing she even came to Hogwarts. She’s that tall, pretty brunette girl that used to go out with Diggory last year. She doesn’t watch Quidditch much since they split up. It is amazing we even met tonight because she was only there for one drink. I think I will have to thank Tarquin for that snogging contest. I tried to kiss her and she said no. She was the only girl to turn me down in Hufflepuff. I told her so and she said that I should get turned down more often; it was good for the soul. I laughed and then we started to talk. She’s just …amazing.”



“Amazing,” said Adrian with a light smile that did not reach his eyes.



“And I haven’t even kissed her yet,” said Ter with a smile that made his blue eyes sparkle. “She said she never thought she would sit on top of the Astronomy Tower with one of the Slytherin Quidditch team members and not have to have her wand out and ready. I told her we were harmless. And she laughed and said that is not what the girls say about us. They say we are dangerous, insidious and hard to resist. I tried to kiss her then and she stopped me. She didn’t want me to kiss her because she liked me. I mean she liked me…..the inside me. She told me that. Isn’t she amazing?”



“Yes,” said Marcus with a slight smile.



“Yes,” said Adrian softly as he watched Terry throw himself into bed like he used to when they were in first year.



“Night…or morning,” said Terry sleepily. “I can’t wait to get up later.”



Adrian crawled back into bed with Daria with a sigh after Marcus had yawned and curled back into his bed too. He lay awake looking at the bed hangings.



“Terry seems happy,” said Daria softly as she curled a small hand around Adrian’s tense bicep. Adrian looked over at her. He did not know she had been awake through Ter’s delirious rant.



“I want Terry to be happy,” said Adrian defensively.



“I know,” soothed Daria. “Emma is a very nice girl. My mother knows her mother’s family. She sounds like she would be good for Ter. I want Ter to be happy too.”



“Yes,” said Adrian as he curled himself into her warm embrace.



“It’s just that I didn’t want to actually witness it firsthand,” thought Adrian bleakly to himself. His eyes closed as Daria soothingly stroked his back. He never had to use words with her. She just let him be himself.



Hours later, Marcus woke up to the soothing familiar smell of strawberries and sunshine. He burrowed himself closer to her warm inviting body. He turned and draped an arm over her rotund belly. He stroked her hard stomach with a contented sigh. She felt like home to him. As he had slept, flashes of the night had come out of his unconscious. He hoped he had dreamt most of them but he was afraid he hadn’t.



“Katie,” whispered Marcus. He opened his eyes to look into her sleeping face with a troubled expression. He was starting to feel guilty about a night he had only vague recollections of. But he had two vivid memories: One of a nude and beautiful Daria right in front of him and another of Adrian’s glittering topaz eyes.



“Hmmm,” said Katie sleepily. “I had to come and see why you were not down for breakfast or lunch, my poor hung-over man.”



“I am,” confessed Marcus.



“Were you a bad boy last night?” asked Katie lightly.



“I think I was,” said Marcus seriously.



Katie’s half smile didn’t waver as she opened her eyes and looked into his worried ones.



“I told you I wouldn’t mind,” said Katie soothingly.



“I would,” said Marcus with a frown. “But I didn’t do it. Well, not that at least.”



“Hmm?” asked Katie curiously.



“I watched Daria and Adrian shag,” said Marcus quickly as he looked into her eyes worriedly. They had no secrets. He wasn’t about to start now.



“So have I” said Katie with a grin.



“Up close,” said Marcus as he bit his lip. “And they could see.”



“Did you ….?” asked Katie with an arched eyebrow.



“I didn’t join in,” said Marcus hotly.



“But?” asked Katie knowingly.



“I may have wanked off,” said Marcus with a wince. “While they watched.”



“Fair is fair seeing as we have watched them…several times,” said Katie with a slight grin. Marcus looked so guilty. Her eyes narrowed slightly.



“We were really close,” said Marcus as his brow furrowed.



“Did you touch her?” asked Katie lightly but with a glint in her eyes. “Did she touch you?”



“No,” said Marcus truthfully. “Never.”



“That’s okay then,” said Katie soothingly. His hangover was making him feel guilty. She gave an inward sigh of relief. Daria was quite pretty. “You are getting prudish in your old age, Marcus.”



“I am not old,” protested Marcus.



“I know,” teased Katie.



“I am trying to remember other things but my memory gets hazy around the time Daria went to bed,” said Marcus with a look of concentration on his face.



“Anybody else here but you two?” asked Katie as she buried her face into Marcus’s chest.



“No,” said Marcus as he frowned, “just me and Adrian.”



“Then you have nothing to be guilty about, love,” said Katie reasonably.



Marcus searched his hazy mind. It would come back to him eventually. But he was certain he didn’t fuck Daria. His clothes were still haphazardly on this morning. But something teased at the edges of his mind. He turned his attention to the witch in his arms. She was sleepy, warm and full of his child. He wondered if she knew, as he drifted off to sleep, how much he loved her.