Five Years

Disclr: Ir: I own absolutely nothing you would ever recognize. The lovely J.K. Rowling owns it all.


~Young Man’s POV~

Your lips; the sweetest, cruelest things in the world. With one word you can draw me in or push me away. Your lips, often so demanding upon mine, rarely kind or gentle.

It’s been five years. Our seventh year all I wanted from you was to know what your lips would feel like pressed against mine before I died. It took me three months to work out a plan to kiss you, and another two weeks to work up the nerve to do it.

It was Christmas Eve, and we were the only two students still at the school. Both orphaned and abandoned by our friends. I caught up with you outside the Great Hall after breakfast and followed you out into the snow. You stopped and stared at me for several minutes, then asked me what I wanted. Your expression faltered for only a moment when I told you. You took three steps to where I was standing and pushed me against the wall. You pressed yourself against me and smiled. Your pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand and placed the other against my throat, just under my chin.

We were pressed so close I still swear I felt your heartbeat, although so many people claim you don’t have a heart. It doesn’t surprise me that I still remember what you said to me that morning.

You said, “I’ll kiss you, but I don’t want just kisses. I want every thing from you. So think this over very carefully. Once I kiss you, you’ll belong to me, even if I don’t belong to you.”

“You mean that you want me to commit to a monogamous relationship with you, but you aren’t going to be monogamous?” I asked, furious at your audacity.

You smiled then, so sweetly, and began kissing my neck, “Of course.”

I know now that I was lost in that one moment. I could barely see straight, much less think coherently. “Wait, stop,” I moaned, breathlessly.

You smiled into my neck and bit it lightly, “If I stop, I’ll leave, and the offer will be withdrawn.”

I groaned and almost gave in right then, “How long is this going to be for?”

You looked up at me then, a calculating look on your face, “Not forever, yea years? Yes, five years sounds good. Five years from tomorrow.”

You went back to kissing my neck as I attempted to think. My decision didn’t take very long with you doing what you were doing. “Yes,” I breathed.

You straightened up and smirked, releasing my arms and stepping back you said, “Come with me then.”

I followed you. I followed you to the entrance of my own common room. I spoke the password and let you enter first. You sat down on a sofa motioning me to sit with you, and pulled me into your lap with a raised eyebrow, as if daring me to protest.

You leaned in and smiled once more, “One last thing, my pet, the rules. They are very simple in this game. Number one: you what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Number two: you do not under any circumstances question what I do when we’re apart. Number three: do not throw tantrums or act jealous when you find out I’ve been with someone else, this will be the only relationship I’ll have until our time is over, but I will not be with you exclusively. I have no need or desire for a temperamental or jealous lover. Number five: try not to fall in love with me. Now this is your last chance to get out of this. Do you accept my rules?”

I closed my eyes and braced myself, “Yes, I accept.”

You smiled again and shifted me closer, you placed a hand behind my head and pulled my lips to yours. It was the sweetest moment of my life. You kissed me for hours before we went to lunch. Afterwards you took me back to my common room and fucked me on that same sofa.

As our seventh year progressed I knew you were sleeping with otpeoppeople. You made me tell my friends about us and held me when I cried that night because they wouldn’t have anything more to do with me until we were over.

After graduation I moved in with you and you wouldn’t let me get a job. That summer Voldemort was defeated and we left one another alone for several weeks afterward, both coming to terms with things that had happened during the final battle.

You still sleep with other people, at least once a month, and it still kills me inside when you come home smelling of someone else’s cologne or perfume.
It’s strange though, whenever you come home from a night out with someone else you always want to fuck me, and it’s always intense and hard, almost desperate. Sometimes it feels as if you are laying claim to me, or trying to reassure yourself that I am still yours.

So here I sit, at dinner with you, wishing we could dispense with these Christmas Eve formalities. This is to be my last night with you and all I want right now is to feel your body against mine. I realized two years ago that I had finally broken one of your rules. I have fallen in love with you. I’ve never told you, and I likely never will. You don’t love me, and it’s quite obvious to me that you’re only waiting for me to be out of your life so that you can take another lover.

You’re staring at me, probably because you’ve noticed that I’m not eating. I don’t even know what’s in front of me now. I look down and smile. Baklava, my favorite dessert, which you rarely allow me to have because it is such a nuisance to make and so expensive to buy. I smile at you as I bite into a piece and you smile at the expression of ecstasy that crosses my face.

The meal is finally over and as we exit the dining room you take my hand in yours and kiss my fingertips.

“Go upstairs and wait for me,” you say gently, caressing my palm with your thumb, “I need to get something from my study.”

I nod and walk slowly up the stairs, trying to savor every last moment I’ll have in this house, with you.

~End Young Man’s POV~

He walked up the stairs, knowing that his lover would join him when he wanted and not a moment before. When he arrived at their bedroom he felt a tear slip down his cheek. He opened the door and gasped.

The room had already been comfortable done in pale blue and white, with an enormous bed, plush carpeting, and enormous pillows everywhere to either sit or lay upon. Now, decorated in his house colors, it was absolutely gorgeous. The sheets were now silk, and the comforter velvet. All the pillows were now a mixture of the two fabrics. There were candles everywhere, giving the rich jewel tones an erotic feel.

As his eyes scanned the luxurious room he saw a pair of silk pajama pants and silk robe lying on the bed. He knew they were for him as they were much too short to belong to his lover. He smiled again, realizing that he was not the only one that wanted to make this night a special one. He quickly changed into the clothes left out for him and sat himself on a set of the pillows in front of the fire.

This was how his lover found him when he entered the room, a tray of chocolate covered strawberries and champagne floating behind him. He sat the tray down near his lover and smiled as he disappeared into their bathroom to change. When he returned he saw that his lover had opened the champagne and poured a glass for each of them. He smiled at the other man as he joined him on the cushions and pulled him into his lap.

The smaller man snuggled into the embrace and smiled.

After several long minutes the man holding him spoke, ‘I want to speak with you about something, pet.”

The smaller man spoke timidly, in fear of what might happen next, ‘Anything, sweetheart.”

The taller man began running his fingers through the silken strands of his lover’s hair, “You’ve been happy here the past few years, haven’t you?”

The smaller man nodded and held on tighter.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d consider extending our relationship, with a few adjustments of course?”

The smaller man frowned into his lover’s shoulder, “What kind of adjustments?”

“Well, I’d stop sleeping with other peoples, and stop orderyou you about. You could get a job if you wanted, or keep on as you have been here. Basically we can change whatever you want us to, but I want you to stay here, with me.”

The smaller man let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he was holding and kissed the bare chest in front of him, “How long would it be for this time?”

The larger man reached into his pocket and withdrew a box, which he flipped open to reveal a beautiful ring. It was made of a band of platinum and one of yellow god twined together, with a large ruby and a large emerald set into it. “Forever?”

The smaller man took the box gently from the other man and kissed him on the cheek with tears in his eyes. He already knew what his answer would be, but instead of telling the love of his life that he asked, “Let me answer you in the morning?”

“Of course, pet,” he said. With that they began kissing one another in earnest.

There were no more words that night, and everything went by in a blur of love and lust, white-blonde hair and jet black locks, kisses and touches, moans and screams.

When the larger man awoke he was content and happy. For the first time his life truley made sense and when he opened his eyes there was a smile on his face.

TBC………………………………….


Sorry for the way this chapter ended, but I want to get the next chapter perfect and I don’t have time to finish it just yet. It will be up Tuesday night, so please don’t kill me for the wait. Please review and let me know what you think. There will be tears and sweat and an actual sex scene in the next chapter, I promise. There will only be one more chapter though, this won’t be a long story.

Thanks Bunches,
Jessie