Next time, I get to choose the hiding place.

They were running. Being chased had never been quite this exhilarating. With the element of danger in the air, Draco grabbed Theodore\'s hand and pulled him around the corner and through the nearest door. It was dark, and cramped, and... was that a mop? Draco scowled. Lovely, he thought to himself disparagingly. Still, it would have to suffice until the coast was clear...

\"Next time, I get to chose the hiding place,\" Theo smirked as he glanced around at the small place in which they were enclosed. The space was barely large enough to accomodate one body, let alone two. He had never been so close to another person before, and he was sure he felt Draco\'s elbow digging into his stomach.

\"Move your elbow\" Theodore groaned, \"If I wanted to be in pain I would have stuck around by Lucius.\"

Draco shifted so that he was leaning back slightly on what he decided must be a cart of cleaning supplies.

\"Sorry,\" he mumbled, in Theo\'s direction, trying to reposition his arms. He could barely make out the other boy\'s silhouette. It was odd, he thought, trying to talk to someone who he couldn\'t really see.

He propped his weight against the cart and then it rolled, quite unexpectedly, to the side, causing Draco to lose his balance a bit and fall forward. His arm flailed and reflexively clutched at Theodore for support as he tried to steady himself again, smirking as he regained his footing.

\"Well,\" he said, keeping his drawl even so as not to seem too shaken, \"Yes, you probably should choose the place next time. This is rather uncomfortable.\" Draco didn\'t realize he was still gripping Theo\'s shoulder and removed his hand quickly, coughing awkwardly.

\"What exactly was going on in your mind that made you think this was a good place to hide?\" Theodore raised one eyebrow, but he was not sure Draco could see his facial expression in the dimly lit space. \"Or perhaps you just chose this so you could be in close proximity to me? I wouldn\'t blame you after all...I am rather attractive.\" Theo chuckled in the dark, a sound that reverberated against the four close walls, filling the room.

Draco glared, or, tried to glare, although it came out somewhat half-hearted and he didn\'t know why he was even bothering to glare when Theodore couldn\'t exactly see him.

\"I didn\'t know that it was so small when I ran in here. It seemed like the most convenient option at the time.\" And I must say it\'s not an entirely horrible option, either, he added mentally.

\"It is alright, I forgive you for your oversight this time.\" Theodore grinned, his teeth flashing in little light seeping in from gaps in the door. \"After all, I could be with far worse company. I could be in here with Snape.\" Theo gave a small shudder at the thought of being in such close proximity with Snape. \"At least you have proper hygienic rituals.\"

Draco gave a smirk in return, glad that he could now pick out where Theodore\'s mouth was on the shadow of the boy in front of him, though not entirely sure why this seemed important.

\"Right,\" he said, \"Well, we\'re not going to be in here too long, I hope, so unless we start snogging or something, I don\'t see why it would be any different than if you were in here with Snape. Although,\" he added, \"I suppose Snape wouldn\'t be much for conversation.\"

\"No, he wouldn\'t really be too entertaining,\" Theodore said thoughtfully. \"And why would we start snogging each other? Although, I will say again that if it came down to that, I\'d rather be snogging you than Snape. That thought is really rather repulsive.\" Theodore glanced at Draco quickly, smiling before concentrating on the small stream of light filtering into the closet.

Draco gave a weak laugh. \"I\'m not sure why we\'d be snogging each other,\" Draco said, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy, \"I guess it\'s just the first thing that came to mind.\" Why was that the first thing that came to mind? He looked at Theo, looked at the place where he knew his mouth was, and fiddled with the sleeve of his robe. Why did it suddenly seem so hot in here? he thought, slightly irritated, And why did it seem like there was too little air? And why was it that Draco seemed to think that by leaning in to kiss Theodore, as he was doing now, was going to solve either of those problems...

Theodore noticed a slight change in the way Draco was behaving once he mentioned the words \"snog.\" He no longer seemed carefree, but as if he had a secret he longed to share, a confession he needed to spill forth into the air that seemed to grow increasingly thin as the minutes passed by. Theodore strained his eyes to make out an expression on Draco\'s face, a clue to his sudden awkwardness, but he could not see anything but the strands of hair framing his head, falling across his face where he knew his eyes must be.

\"What are you thinking?\" Theo asked curiously, desperate to fill the silence that was consuming them both, wrapping its thick fingered hand around their necks, a second away from suffocating them both.

Draco looked at Theodore for a long moment, willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness so the he could actually see him. \'What are you thinking?\' There was a long pause in Draco\'s mind, as if he was searching for the right answer to that question.

\"Maybe I\'m not,\" he said quietly and closed the gap there in the darkness, pressing his lips hard against Theo\'s.

As he felt Draco\'s lips touch his own all sense of clarity left his mind. Theo felt as if he had just been immersed underwater and could suddenly not find any air to breath. He felt Draco\'s lips upon his own, but it seemed as if it was more a dream than an actual phsycial sensation. He let Draco\'s lips press upon his own for a second, but instead of returning the kiss, he backed away slowly.

\"Merlin, Draco! I was only kidding about the snogging! I didn\'t think you would actually take me up on it!\" Theodore could still feel the imprint of Draco\'s lips upon his, their texture, their shape. And in the midst of all these sensations the only thing he could grasp was the fact that he wanted more...

\"Umm...\" Draco said in a low sort of murmur, before reaching for Theodore\'s tie to pull him closer once again. He attacked Theo\'s lips with his own, pressing down in a hard, reckless kiss.

Theodore felt Draco pull on his tie, forcing their two bodies together as thier lips clashed in a desperate kiss. Theodore was torn between stopping the kiss right there, not sure what Draco meant by it, and throwing in everything by giving into the temptation to return the kiss. Theodore had never imagined that he would end up in a broomcloset snogging Draco, nor that Draco would be the one to initiate it. He had long admired Draco\'s form, just as one might admire a beautiful painting, but thought it was only for him to admire from afar.

As Draco\'s soft lips warmed Theodore\'s own mouth with a sense of urgency Theodore was going closer to letting go, and releasing every feeling he had towards Draco in one searing kiss. It was hard to remain still while someone was trying to passionately kiss him, and soon he was filled with longing. He opened his mouth a little wider, and tilted his head so that his lips met Draco\'s in a silent embrace.

Draco pressed his body against Theodore, pushing him back against the wall. He was unsure what he was doing but decided that, at the moment, acting on impulse seemed like a pretty good idea. His tongue was sliding furiously against Theo\'s, an unspoken battle of entirely primal urges. Want, Need, Here, Now all converged into that kiss.

Theodore felt overwhelmed as Draco\'s tongue sought entrance into his mouth. He felt his body being pushed against the wall, and for one of the first times in his life he felt as if he did not have control of the situation. Theodore abandoned all rational thoughts and kissed Draco back with a reckless abandon, his own tongue entering Draco\'s mouth, battling for control. He ran his tongue lightly along Draco\'s lower lip, before tracing Draco\'s tongue with his own. He needed to be in control as much as Draco did.

Draco let his hands fumble their way up under Theodore\'s robes. He shivered slightly as his fingertips graced over bare skin as he struggled with the clasps, finally undoing them and letting the robes drop to the ground. He stepped closer still, his hands on tracing patterns on the skin beneath Theo\'s jumper, his eyes searching the dark circles that were Theo\'s for an answer as to whether or not this was alright, or if he should stop. Fleetingly he wondered if he could stop at this point. It was definitely too warm in here, he thought, It was hard to think rationally when the air seemed so thick and hot and urgent.

Theodore sank back into being submissive as soon as he felt Draco\'s hands on his skin. The touch of his silky hands on skin that had been covered for so long subdued him, and he was content to let Draco just touch him.

\"Draco...\" he moaned out softly, wondering if he should stay silent and let him continue, or stop him. He did not know what Draco had planned...but his reckless nature told him that he would enjoy whatever Draco did. Theodore reached for Draco\'s clasp of the robes, and tried to undo them, but found it them to be quite more difficult to undo on another person.

He whispered desperately \"Take...these...off...\"

Draco felt himself harden against Theodore at those words. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. There was something very sensual about the necessity in that tone. Frantically he pulled his own robes off and then reached for Theo\'s shirt, tugging it up over his head.

Then he moved closer again, his fingertips gently mapping the length of Theodore\'s chest and coming to rest firmly on his hips. Draco kissed him again, using his grip to pull the boy closer to him, rocking against him, feeling heat rushing downward.

Theodore gasped as Draco pulled his hips toward his own. He was feeling increasingly warm, and it felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing down to his pelvis, creating enormous pressure that he would give anything to relieve.

As soon as Draco\'s shirt was out of the way he started to gently kiss the side of his neck, and then whispered fiercely in his ear \"You are mine tonight....\" before continuing a trail of kisses along the other side of his neck, while he wrapped his arms around Draco\'s back, and cradled the back of his head with one hand, running his fingers through silken spun threads of hair.

Draco\'s breath hitched at Theodore\'s cool whisper. He gasped, grinding himself against Theodore. Still not close enough. Without thinking, Draco\'s hands immediately dropped, one sliding under the waistband of Theodore\'s trousers, the other searching for the belt buckle in the darkness.

Theodore\'s breath hitched in his throat as he felt Draco\'s hands upon his belt buckle. It had been so long since he had a lover, too long almost. The rough actions of Draco\'s hands coupled with his own needs filled him with intense desire.

\"Here, let me help you\" Theo said huskily into the darkness. He undid his belt buckle in one quick motion and pulled it off, tossing it on the ground. Theodore decided quickly that he was going to enjoy himself in that moment, and pushed Draco away from him, undoing Draco\'s belt buckle as well, throwing it away from the two of them.

Theodore grabbed Draco and pulled him close to him, kissing him fiercly, betraying the passion that was beginning to rise in his body.

Draco kissed Theodore back, so hard that it was almost bruising, deciding that he tasted like melted chocolate, sweet, sweltering, and utterly unforgiving. One hand swept up Theodore\'s bare torso, while his other slithered down, lower, until Draco could feel Theo, pressing against him. And he could feel the same urgency, the same need. His eyes searched Theo\'s for a moment before Draco decided that he didn\'t really give a damn whether or not what they were doing was reasonable. He bucked his hips hard against Theodore, teasing his neck with kisses.

Theodore felt Draco\'s hips press against him, pushing him against the wall. Theodore responded, pushing his own hips against Draco\'s, bucking with him.

He unbuttoned his own pants, and slid them off before growling at Draco \"Take off your pants. Now.\" He proceeded to line Draco\'s neck with kisses, starting softly but building intensity each time his lips pressed upon the soft skin of Draco\'s neck.

Draco had to admit that he liked this side of Theo. He\'d always thought of him as a perpetual enigma. Quiet. Calm. Reserved. But this Theodore was kissing him like this was life or death. This Theodore had a fire ignited in his eyes and Draco couldn\'t help but want to get burned by that flame.

Draco obediently pulled off his trousers, letting them drop, forgotten, to the ground before he pressed back against Theodore\'s body. This new contact overcoming him like a rush of heat. But it wasn\'t enough. Not yet. Draco slid his hands under the waistband of Theodore\'s boxers and then... Oh Merlin, he thought, his fingertips brushing over Theodore\'s hardness.

He slid the boxers off and then set to his own, letting them fall around his ankles. He shivered only once, exposed now in the dark closet. But no sooner had the cold hit him did he press his arms more tightly around Theodore. Wanting the warmth of his body against him, no, around him, engulfing him entirely. And he didn\'t just want it. In this moment there was no question of petty wants and desires. This was necessity.

\"Now I see what your plan was with pulling us into this broom closet. Have you wanted this all along?\" Theo whispered hungrily into Draco\'s mouth. \"Well, I\'ll make it worth your while...\" Theo\'s voice trailed off as he reached down to brush Draco slightly in a teasing gesture before moving his hand back up to Draco\'s neck, grabbing the boy and pulling him closer to him, until there was no visible space between the bodies.

\"You know me too well,\" Draco said, his voice coming out with an urgent sort of gasp. He pulled back from Theodore, but only for a moment, using his arms to force the other boy around so that he was facing the wall. He moved closer again, kissing the back of Theodore\'s neck roughly and sliding his arms around his torso, letting his fingertips drift lower.

\"Do you want me?\" he hissed, his lips whispering over Theo\'s skin.

\"About as much as you want me\" Theodore replied with desire plaintive in his voice. He just wanted Draco\'s fingers to dip downwards a little more, just an inch or so and he would be content.

Deciding not to wait for Draco to make the journey downwards he grabbed Draco\'s hand and moved it where he had longed his hand to be. The feeling of his hand and Draco\'s hand touching him was pure ectasy, and Theodore let out a low moan.

\"Try to tease me will you? I won\'t have it. I get what I want.\" Theodore said breathily, before adding \"And what I want now is you.\"

Draco let Theodore\'s final words hang in the dank air of the closet for several seconds. Why was it, he thought, that Theo could make words so sensual? He didn\'t want to wait any longer. Retrieving his wand from the pocket of his robes, he cast a quick lubrication charm, deciding that they were probably both too impatient to go about things the long way. He kissed Theodore\'s shoulder and then thrust inside him, trying to bite back the loud groan that wrenched its way from his throat.

Theo gasped as Draco filled him. He knew enough to relax when Draco entered him so all he felt was intense pleasure, and no pain. Theodore moaned and shifted around a little, feeling the satisfaction of having Draco in him, entirely. He had often fantasized about this moment, but he had thought it would remain only a fantasy, a boyish dream locked away in the cavern of his soul. Draco\'s movement shook him back into reality and the only thing he could focus on was the fact that he wanted more. A lot more. And as quickly as possible.

Draco thrust harder, deeper. His breath quickened and his heart beat hard, threatening to rip itself out of his chest. He steadied himself against Theodore\'s back, moving against him, gaining rhythm and momentum.

Theodore groaned, as Draco moved in and out of him. He was going much too slow for his taste.

\"Harder\" Theo spat out gasping. \"And faster. Now!\" He growled out the commands determined he would be pleasured the most he could possibly since this moment might not ever occur again.

\"Or else I will take over and show you how it\'s done...\" Theo craned his neck around to look at the other boy, flashing a cunning smile into the darkness, reaching his hand behind him, pushing Draco against him abruptly, in an intense thrust that filled Theo completely.

Draco felt himself shoved hard against Theodore and he gasped, planting a torrid kiss on the side of Theodore\'s neck as he tried to keep his balance. Immediately he quickened his pace, gasping as each thrust brought him closer to--

\"Ohh, Theo...\" he moaned, as skin collided with skin over and over in a relentless pattern of fast, hard, and good.

\"Yes...\" Theo hissed with pleasure as Draco quickened his pace. He felt that Draco was enjoying the new speed and was getting closer to falling off the edge. Theo wanted to be brought towards the edge too, where he would almost fall off, come crashing down in an intense mixture of pleasure and relief. He wanted to stay in that moment forever, where all he felt was whole, and nothing else. Theodore wanted it all. And he wanted it now.

He grabbed Draco\'s hand and brought it downward, grasping. He moved Draco\'s hand in rhythm with Draco\'s thrusting so they were like one being, moving quickly together throughout time as Theo\'s own pleasure intesified by the rough movements of Draco\'s hand and his skilled thrusting.

Draco felt his palm close around Theodore and he stroked in rough movements that were not his own. Theo had control here... whether Draco was willing to admit it or not. He pounded hard against Theo, trailing his tongue down the back of his neck and over to his shoulder. He moaned against Theo\'s skin, the pressure becoming almost too much to bear. It was overwhelming really, the darkness making his skin hypersensitive in a way that was so wonderfully erotic and--

\"Oh gods!\" Draco cried out desperately, forcing himself closer, deeper, harder.

Theodore smiled into the night, a streak of white blurred with quick movements, need. Theo didn\'t no how much longer he could last. He could feel it coming, and wanted it, that wonderful release, to spiral down into the darkness, heart racing, shuddering.

\"Ohhhh Draco,\" he moaned, wanting it more and more.

\"I...want...you...NOW.\" Theo said inbetween rough thrusts, words coming out sounding more like groans. He hoped the meaning was clear...he wanted nothing more than Draco to fill him at that very moment.

Draco took the words as orders. This was necessity now as much as desire. He thrust once. Twice. And then he felt himself spill into Theodore, as he cried out in the strange and beautiful release He collapsed onto the boy\'s back and rocking against him, his legs threatening to give out. He pressed desperate kisses across Theodore\'s neck, trying to slow his breathing and keep his heart from wrenching from his chest.

As Draco spilled into him Theo released himself as well, felt himself go over the edge as everything crashed down. Theo let out a primal groan as the pleasure overtook his body, spasming, and then it was over. And Theo stood there, legs threatening to collapse, heart pounding, trying to catch his breath. He lay still for a second just feeling Draco in him, in the quiet dark cloak. After a moment he turned around and grinned at Draco, saying

\"Now you know why everyone is always clamouring to be with me...\" He stroked the head of the other boy, moving strands of hair out of his face.

Draco kissed Theodore gently and sensually, his breath still rough and shallow, his whole body seeming to tremor almost imperceptibly as skin met skin once more.