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Adult ++
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Roughly as he could
Title: Roughly as he could…
Author: Afro…
Archived: No.
Summary: Oliver Wood finds himself in a bad position one day after Quidditch practice.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Oliver Wood/Markus Flint…
Feedback: Sure why the hell not?
Characters: Flint and Wood, plus Gryffindor Quidditch Players. Mentions Percy…
Betas: My computer is my beta…smart ain\'t he! Just wait til u seen all of my mistakes the wanker forgets to fix for me…stupid scumbag!
Author Notes: This is my very first fic on this site…and it’s also my first NC17…I’ve made Oliver a half-blood…there is a sequel to this on Fanfiction.net its called HP and the chalice…go read it if u like this…but it has spoilers to HBP, since it follows it.
Warnings: Non-Con, humil, oral, slash. RAPE!!!!!
Disclaimer: If I own Harry Potter, I’d be blonde now wouldn’t I, and I like my brown locks, thank you very much! Stupid dikclaimer…if I owned it I wouldn’t be here, now would I?
You dont like...you dont fucking read....grrrr
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“Alright, every one lets call it a day!” Oliver said, cheerfully in his strong Scotish accent. The Gryffindor Quidditch team all sighed in relief. It was pouring, and looked like it was going to break out into a storm. “Go hit the showers and we’ll meet back here on Thursday. You all flew well today!\"
He watched as the twins walk together in a huddle with Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell. Harry Potter dawdled behind Alicia Spinnet limping slightly.
“Oi, Harry,” Oliver called out in his thick Scottish accent. The Boy-Who-Lived turned and faced him, “How’d you hurt your leg?”
“Landed badly,” the smallest member of the team answered.
“Alright, once you finish showering I want you to go to Madam Pomfrey,” Oliver said, “I don’t want that leg to stop you from playing this week. We need you.”
The twins both laughed as Harry moaned in annoyance, “What? Without you we can’t play! Who is gonna catch the ruddy seeker? It surely won’t be me!”
His team-mates laughed.
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“She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes,” Oliver sang as he rubbed his god-like crafted body with a sponge and strawberry body wash. He was alone in the change rooms, naked in the shower singing one of his favourite muggle songs. “Yay- HAR! She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes, Yay-HAR! She’ll be comin’ round the mountain, comin’ round the mountain; she’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes. YAY-HAR!”
After his big finale, he threw the sponge, soap full over his shoulder, not caring were it landed and began to wash his short sandy-brown hair. He lathered up his hair with the muggle shampoo he brought from back home. He refused straight out to wash his hair with anything else. He always would have his mother owl him bottles of the product, he remembered the day Percy Weasley found out about the bottles.
The red-haired never let him live it down. He would poke fun at the Scottish boy every time the two were alone. It actually surprised Oliver, Percy didn’t seem to be the type to poke fun at any one, let alone make jokes for that fact. The other boy was like a brick, never finding anything that funny, always striving to be perfect. Yet there he was making fun of Oliver because of a shampoo.
Oliver washed out the last of the shampoo from his hair and turned to shut the water. He stopped abruptly when he heard the sound of the doors opening, footsteps followed. Oliver figured it was probably one of his team mates, returning to get something they forgot. Ignoring the footsteps, he shut the water, and raised his arm to grab his towel from the hook stuck on the showers door.
He rubbed it against his body drying most parts, before wrapping the warm towel around his waste to cover his privates. His hand moved to the locked door, only to find it spinning around to open. He raised a brow and watched as it was pulled away from him. He jumped in fright when he saw Markus Flint standing by the door, his wand at the ready.
“What the hell are you doing in here!?” Oliver screeched, grabbing his towel in case it fell. He cursed himself for leaving his wand out with his clothes. “Get out, you stupid perve!”
Flint had a menacing gleam in his eye as he looked Oliver up and down. Oliver shuddered under the other man’s cold stare. He walked back quickly when Flint slid into the tiny shower, it barely fit Oliver and now Flint was squeezing in.
“What are you doing?” Oliver asked, going red. He was half naked and in front of his worst enemy. “Get out, before I call for help!”
“They wont hear you,” Flint finally spoke, he sounded eerie. “I cast a silencing spell on the room. So you and I are alone now.”
“What do you mean we’re alone,” Oliver snarled as he eyed the wand, it was the only thing keeping him from fighting his way out. “Get the hell out of here!”
“I don’t think so,” Flint smirked, using his free hand to stroke Oliver’s left shoulder. His other held his wand upright in Oliver’s face. “I came here for a reason, and I am not leaving until I get it.”
“What do you want then?” Oliver said, shrugging the unwanted contact off.
“I want your ass,” Flint sneered.
“What!?” Oliver snapped, completely flabbergasted.
“I want that pretty little behind of yours,” Flint said. Oliver, who was now pushing himself against the wall as though to hide himself, opened his mouth widely in complete shock. “And maybe that mouth of yours, I wonder if my cock will fit though.”
Oliver let out a tiny squeal, finally realising what the other man wanted. He attempted to push past the larger man, only to be thrown back into the wall, his lower back smashing into one of the taps. He moaned in pain as he slid to the ground. Flint was much stronger then he looked. His towel was loosening slightly, but still covered him quite well. He looked up and shuddered when he found Flint fiddling with his robes.
The other man threw his robes out of the small shower space they were enclosed in, and pulled of his shirt and pants, (they too joined his robes) til he was left with only his underwear, which were yanked off moments later and hung on the doorknob. He stood naked in front of the younger boy who was staring in complete fear at the other man’s great manhood.
“Please don’t,” he whispered pushing himself into the corner. Flint snorted and grabbed Oliver by the back of the neck. Oliver whimpered, as he was roughly pulled towards Flint’s groin.
“Suck it,” the Slytherin hissed. Oliver shook his head, as he bit his lips in order to keep them closed, drawing blood in the process. “Suck it!”
Again Oliver shook his head. He closed his eyes tightly hoping that when he opened them again the other boy would be gone.
“I said SUCK IT!” Flint screamed, delivering a swift punch to Oliver’s temple. Had Flint not been holding him by the scruff of the neck, Oliver would have fallen over. Flint snarled and pushed his member against Oliver’s face, rubbing his cock against the smaller man’s cheeks and mouth.
Still Oliver refused to open his mouth for the other man. Flint’s temper was wearing thin; he kneed Oliver in the stomach causing him to moan in pain. In the process, his mouth was opened and the large, stiff penis was shoved into his mouth. Oliver’s eyes widened as he attempted to push the man of him. He was shoved hard into the wall, as the large cock slowly chocked him. Oliver struggled to breathe through his nose as Flint thrust in and out of his mouth.
Don’t cry, please don’t cry. He urged himself, as the cock hit the back of his neck, once, twice, three times not to let any tears slip. His eyes ignored him, and tears of distraught spilled from his almond-shaped, hazel eyes. He heard Flint laughing at him as he continued to thrust in and out of the bruised mouth.
“Fuck…urgh…suck, stupid bitch…harder,” Flint groaned, his cock growing harder in Oliver’s mouth. Flint pulled at Oliver’s hair causing the smaller man to whimper in pain. Flint moaned louder and louder as he began to reach his climax. After one final thrust deep inside Oliver’s throat, Flint finally came. Oliver felt the warm, sour liquid slid down his throat choking him more. “Lick it all off.”
Oliver obeyed unwillingly just before the cock was pulled out of his mouth. Flint let go of Oliver’s neck, and watch the Gryffindor crumpled to the ground crying. Flint let out an ‘Aww’ of mock pity before yanking Oliver’s towel off. Oliver yelped and tried to cover him self. Flint cackled, before using his wand to hold Oliver’s hand against the walls elevated them just above his head, as though he was chained. Oliver began to kick his feet, as Flint cast another spell spreading Oliver’s legs wide. He cast a final spell which lifted Oliver’s legs to his hands, as though they were chained with the other limbs. Oliver sobbed as Flint kneeled in front of Oliver, positioning himself between the leg spread.
“Please! Don’t do this!” Oliver howled, “I beg you, I’ll do anything!”
“You already are doing anything,” Flint smirked, as he slipped in two unprepared fingers into Oliver’s behind. Oliver squealed in revulsion as Flint’s cold dry fingers rubbed against his insides. Suddenly Flint pulled his fingers out, much to Oliver’s relief. However, when he looked up at the Slytherin and saw the malevolent look on his enemy’s face he froze. Flint raised his open left hand and pointed, with his head, to it. Oliver whimpered as Flint closed his hand into a fist. “I wonder if I can fit this into your tiny anus, Wood.”
“No!” Oliver cried, as Flint positioned his hand against Oliver’s opening.
“You know,” Flint said, his fist rubbed against Oliver, as the smaller boy whined, “Your moans, and cries are making me much hornier. I’ll count us in.”
Oliver whimpered and shut his eyes tightly, as though to stop the pain. “One. Two. Three.”
True to his word, Flint punched Oliver, his fist sliding up to his wrist into Oliver’s anus. Oliver hollered in pain as Flint began to twist and turn his fist inside Oliver.
“STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE!” Oliver howled, his voice echoing in the room. Flint laughed as his hand opened slowly inside Oliver’s ass. He rubbed and squeezed Oliver’s insides roughly barely able to move his hands. Oliver shrieked in pain and humiliation as Flint finally pulled his fist out. Flint stared at his hand; it was covered in blood and goo. He rubbed it against Oliver’s chest and face.
“I guess you’ll want to take that shower again,” Flint laughed.
“L-l-let me g-go,” Oliver sobbed, his bottom throbbing in pain. Flint laughed again sending chills down Oliver’s spine.
“I haven’t finished yet,” Flint mocked, “I still have to fuck that tiny ass you have.”
“Please don’t,” Oliver begged, “I won’t t-tell any one. Let me go.”
“You’re not gonna tell any one either way,” Flint said as he placed himself against Oliver. The Gryffindor felt Flint’s hard member rub against his aching anus.
“Please, please, do-Ahhhhh!” He screamed loudly as Flint shoved his cock deep inside Oliver’s anus. Flint grunted and began to thrust himself in and out of Oliver once more. Oliver sobbed as he felt Flint’s large balls pushing against his ass-cheeks.
“Fuck, Oliver,” Flint moaned, thrusting harder into Oliver causing the smaller boys head to hit the wall behind him roughly. “Fuck, who’s my bitch?”
Oliver bit his lip as Flint grew larger and larger inside him. He was moving much faster again. Oliver’s back was scrapping against the wet ground, tearing away at his skin. Oliver jumped when he felt Flint grabbed his flaccid cock into his hands and began to squeeze and rub it.
“Why should I have all the enjoyment?” Flint asked, mocking Oliver. Oliver’s cheeks reddened as he felt his cock harden at the unwanted contact. Again Flint resumed the plunging inside Oliver as he grasped and pulled at his victim’s member. Once more Oliver found Flint was reaching his climax again, his thrusting becoming harder and deeper and his moans increased. Oliver found himself moaning as well, because of the unwanted contact with his penis and Flint’s skilled hand. Oliver groaned as Flint tightened his hold on one of Oliver’s testicles.
Both men moaned and groaned louder as Oliver felt Flint spill his seed deep inside him. Moments later he spilled his own seed all over his stomach. Flint dropped against Oliver and began to suck on the other boy’s neck.
“Stop it,” Oliver whimpered.
“You didn’t want me to stop seconds ago,” Flint smirked, pulling him self out of Oliver. He stood up and cast a cleaning spell on himself and then un-cast the spell on Oliver, his arms and legs dropped with a thud to the ground. He pulled his underwear off the door and wore it. He then grabbed Oliver’s towel and threw it at him, “Get your self cleaned up.”
Flint unlocked the door and walked out, the door shut after him. Oliver sobbed silently in the corner, staring his blood mixed with the water from his shower. Moments later the door opened again and Markus Flint stood in front of Oliver menacingly. “You tell any one about this, and I’ll do the same to all of your team-mates, you get me?”
“y-yes,” Oliver whispered, refusing to look up at the other man. The door shut once more, and Oliver listened to Flint’s footsteps walk away from him. The young man stood up slowly his feet shaking underneath him; he limped over to his discarded sponge and turned back. He turned the water off and stood underneath it sobbing as he scrubbed his skin as roughly as he could.
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Heh…that was \'fun\'…did you enjoy...actually i dont care...i onlywrite stories becuz im bored...Review me but not flames, i dont have the heart nor the brain for that… if u wanna read the sequel go to fanfiction.net, I might put that story up here since I rated it a R…or M in Fanfiction.nets case.
Peace and Chicken Grease
Afro
Author: Afro…
Archived: No.
Summary: Oliver Wood finds himself in a bad position one day after Quidditch practice.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Oliver Wood/Markus Flint…
Feedback: Sure why the hell not?
Characters: Flint and Wood, plus Gryffindor Quidditch Players. Mentions Percy…
Betas: My computer is my beta…smart ain\'t he! Just wait til u seen all of my mistakes the wanker forgets to fix for me…stupid scumbag!
Author Notes: This is my very first fic on this site…and it’s also my first NC17…I’ve made Oliver a half-blood…there is a sequel to this on Fanfiction.net its called HP and the chalice…go read it if u like this…but it has spoilers to HBP, since it follows it.
Warnings: Non-Con, humil, oral, slash. RAPE!!!!!
Disclaimer: If I own Harry Potter, I’d be blonde now wouldn’t I, and I like my brown locks, thank you very much! Stupid dikclaimer…if I owned it I wouldn’t be here, now would I?
You dont like...you dont fucking read....grrrr
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“Alright, every one lets call it a day!” Oliver said, cheerfully in his strong Scotish accent. The Gryffindor Quidditch team all sighed in relief. It was pouring, and looked like it was going to break out into a storm. “Go hit the showers and we’ll meet back here on Thursday. You all flew well today!\"
He watched as the twins walk together in a huddle with Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell. Harry Potter dawdled behind Alicia Spinnet limping slightly.
“Oi, Harry,” Oliver called out in his thick Scottish accent. The Boy-Who-Lived turned and faced him, “How’d you hurt your leg?”
“Landed badly,” the smallest member of the team answered.
“Alright, once you finish showering I want you to go to Madam Pomfrey,” Oliver said, “I don’t want that leg to stop you from playing this week. We need you.”
The twins both laughed as Harry moaned in annoyance, “What? Without you we can’t play! Who is gonna catch the ruddy seeker? It surely won’t be me!”
His team-mates laughed.
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“She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes,” Oliver sang as he rubbed his god-like crafted body with a sponge and strawberry body wash. He was alone in the change rooms, naked in the shower singing one of his favourite muggle songs. “Yay- HAR! She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes, Yay-HAR! She’ll be comin’ round the mountain, comin’ round the mountain; she’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes. YAY-HAR!”
After his big finale, he threw the sponge, soap full over his shoulder, not caring were it landed and began to wash his short sandy-brown hair. He lathered up his hair with the muggle shampoo he brought from back home. He refused straight out to wash his hair with anything else. He always would have his mother owl him bottles of the product, he remembered the day Percy Weasley found out about the bottles.
The red-haired never let him live it down. He would poke fun at the Scottish boy every time the two were alone. It actually surprised Oliver, Percy didn’t seem to be the type to poke fun at any one, let alone make jokes for that fact. The other boy was like a brick, never finding anything that funny, always striving to be perfect. Yet there he was making fun of Oliver because of a shampoo.
Oliver washed out the last of the shampoo from his hair and turned to shut the water. He stopped abruptly when he heard the sound of the doors opening, footsteps followed. Oliver figured it was probably one of his team mates, returning to get something they forgot. Ignoring the footsteps, he shut the water, and raised his arm to grab his towel from the hook stuck on the showers door.
He rubbed it against his body drying most parts, before wrapping the warm towel around his waste to cover his privates. His hand moved to the locked door, only to find it spinning around to open. He raised a brow and watched as it was pulled away from him. He jumped in fright when he saw Markus Flint standing by the door, his wand at the ready.
“What the hell are you doing in here!?” Oliver screeched, grabbing his towel in case it fell. He cursed himself for leaving his wand out with his clothes. “Get out, you stupid perve!”
Flint had a menacing gleam in his eye as he looked Oliver up and down. Oliver shuddered under the other man’s cold stare. He walked back quickly when Flint slid into the tiny shower, it barely fit Oliver and now Flint was squeezing in.
“What are you doing?” Oliver asked, going red. He was half naked and in front of his worst enemy. “Get out, before I call for help!”
“They wont hear you,” Flint finally spoke, he sounded eerie. “I cast a silencing spell on the room. So you and I are alone now.”
“What do you mean we’re alone,” Oliver snarled as he eyed the wand, it was the only thing keeping him from fighting his way out. “Get the hell out of here!”
“I don’t think so,” Flint smirked, using his free hand to stroke Oliver’s left shoulder. His other held his wand upright in Oliver’s face. “I came here for a reason, and I am not leaving until I get it.”
“What do you want then?” Oliver said, shrugging the unwanted contact off.
“I want your ass,” Flint sneered.
“What!?” Oliver snapped, completely flabbergasted.
“I want that pretty little behind of yours,” Flint said. Oliver, who was now pushing himself against the wall as though to hide himself, opened his mouth widely in complete shock. “And maybe that mouth of yours, I wonder if my cock will fit though.”
Oliver let out a tiny squeal, finally realising what the other man wanted. He attempted to push past the larger man, only to be thrown back into the wall, his lower back smashing into one of the taps. He moaned in pain as he slid to the ground. Flint was much stronger then he looked. His towel was loosening slightly, but still covered him quite well. He looked up and shuddered when he found Flint fiddling with his robes.
The other man threw his robes out of the small shower space they were enclosed in, and pulled of his shirt and pants, (they too joined his robes) til he was left with only his underwear, which were yanked off moments later and hung on the doorknob. He stood naked in front of the younger boy who was staring in complete fear at the other man’s great manhood.
“Please don’t,” he whispered pushing himself into the corner. Flint snorted and grabbed Oliver by the back of the neck. Oliver whimpered, as he was roughly pulled towards Flint’s groin.
“Suck it,” the Slytherin hissed. Oliver shook his head, as he bit his lips in order to keep them closed, drawing blood in the process. “Suck it!”
Again Oliver shook his head. He closed his eyes tightly hoping that when he opened them again the other boy would be gone.
“I said SUCK IT!” Flint screamed, delivering a swift punch to Oliver’s temple. Had Flint not been holding him by the scruff of the neck, Oliver would have fallen over. Flint snarled and pushed his member against Oliver’s face, rubbing his cock against the smaller man’s cheeks and mouth.
Still Oliver refused to open his mouth for the other man. Flint’s temper was wearing thin; he kneed Oliver in the stomach causing him to moan in pain. In the process, his mouth was opened and the large, stiff penis was shoved into his mouth. Oliver’s eyes widened as he attempted to push the man of him. He was shoved hard into the wall, as the large cock slowly chocked him. Oliver struggled to breathe through his nose as Flint thrust in and out of his mouth.
Don’t cry, please don’t cry. He urged himself, as the cock hit the back of his neck, once, twice, three times not to let any tears slip. His eyes ignored him, and tears of distraught spilled from his almond-shaped, hazel eyes. He heard Flint laughing at him as he continued to thrust in and out of the bruised mouth.
“Fuck…urgh…suck, stupid bitch…harder,” Flint groaned, his cock growing harder in Oliver’s mouth. Flint pulled at Oliver’s hair causing the smaller man to whimper in pain. Flint moaned louder and louder as he began to reach his climax. After one final thrust deep inside Oliver’s throat, Flint finally came. Oliver felt the warm, sour liquid slid down his throat choking him more. “Lick it all off.”
Oliver obeyed unwillingly just before the cock was pulled out of his mouth. Flint let go of Oliver’s neck, and watch the Gryffindor crumpled to the ground crying. Flint let out an ‘Aww’ of mock pity before yanking Oliver’s towel off. Oliver yelped and tried to cover him self. Flint cackled, before using his wand to hold Oliver’s hand against the walls elevated them just above his head, as though he was chained. Oliver began to kick his feet, as Flint cast another spell spreading Oliver’s legs wide. He cast a final spell which lifted Oliver’s legs to his hands, as though they were chained with the other limbs. Oliver sobbed as Flint kneeled in front of Oliver, positioning himself between the leg spread.
“Please! Don’t do this!” Oliver howled, “I beg you, I’ll do anything!”
“You already are doing anything,” Flint smirked, as he slipped in two unprepared fingers into Oliver’s behind. Oliver squealed in revulsion as Flint’s cold dry fingers rubbed against his insides. Suddenly Flint pulled his fingers out, much to Oliver’s relief. However, when he looked up at the Slytherin and saw the malevolent look on his enemy’s face he froze. Flint raised his open left hand and pointed, with his head, to it. Oliver whimpered as Flint closed his hand into a fist. “I wonder if I can fit this into your tiny anus, Wood.”
“No!” Oliver cried, as Flint positioned his hand against Oliver’s opening.
“You know,” Flint said, his fist rubbed against Oliver, as the smaller boy whined, “Your moans, and cries are making me much hornier. I’ll count us in.”
Oliver whimpered and shut his eyes tightly, as though to stop the pain. “One. Two. Three.”
True to his word, Flint punched Oliver, his fist sliding up to his wrist into Oliver’s anus. Oliver hollered in pain as Flint began to twist and turn his fist inside Oliver.
“STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE!” Oliver howled, his voice echoing in the room. Flint laughed as his hand opened slowly inside Oliver’s ass. He rubbed and squeezed Oliver’s insides roughly barely able to move his hands. Oliver shrieked in pain and humiliation as Flint finally pulled his fist out. Flint stared at his hand; it was covered in blood and goo. He rubbed it against Oliver’s chest and face.
“I guess you’ll want to take that shower again,” Flint laughed.
“L-l-let me g-go,” Oliver sobbed, his bottom throbbing in pain. Flint laughed again sending chills down Oliver’s spine.
“I haven’t finished yet,” Flint mocked, “I still have to fuck that tiny ass you have.”
“Please don’t,” Oliver begged, “I won’t t-tell any one. Let me go.”
“You’re not gonna tell any one either way,” Flint said as he placed himself against Oliver. The Gryffindor felt Flint’s hard member rub against his aching anus.
“Please, please, do-Ahhhhh!” He screamed loudly as Flint shoved his cock deep inside Oliver’s anus. Flint grunted and began to thrust himself in and out of Oliver once more. Oliver sobbed as he felt Flint’s large balls pushing against his ass-cheeks.
“Fuck, Oliver,” Flint moaned, thrusting harder into Oliver causing the smaller boys head to hit the wall behind him roughly. “Fuck, who’s my bitch?”
Oliver bit his lip as Flint grew larger and larger inside him. He was moving much faster again. Oliver’s back was scrapping against the wet ground, tearing away at his skin. Oliver jumped when he felt Flint grabbed his flaccid cock into his hands and began to squeeze and rub it.
“Why should I have all the enjoyment?” Flint asked, mocking Oliver. Oliver’s cheeks reddened as he felt his cock harden at the unwanted contact. Again Flint resumed the plunging inside Oliver as he grasped and pulled at his victim’s member. Once more Oliver found Flint was reaching his climax again, his thrusting becoming harder and deeper and his moans increased. Oliver found himself moaning as well, because of the unwanted contact with his penis and Flint’s skilled hand. Oliver groaned as Flint tightened his hold on one of Oliver’s testicles.
Both men moaned and groaned louder as Oliver felt Flint spill his seed deep inside him. Moments later he spilled his own seed all over his stomach. Flint dropped against Oliver and began to suck on the other boy’s neck.
“Stop it,” Oliver whimpered.
“You didn’t want me to stop seconds ago,” Flint smirked, pulling him self out of Oliver. He stood up and cast a cleaning spell on himself and then un-cast the spell on Oliver, his arms and legs dropped with a thud to the ground. He pulled his underwear off the door and wore it. He then grabbed Oliver’s towel and threw it at him, “Get your self cleaned up.”
Flint unlocked the door and walked out, the door shut after him. Oliver sobbed silently in the corner, staring his blood mixed with the water from his shower. Moments later the door opened again and Markus Flint stood in front of Oliver menacingly. “You tell any one about this, and I’ll do the same to all of your team-mates, you get me?”
“y-yes,” Oliver whispered, refusing to look up at the other man. The door shut once more, and Oliver listened to Flint’s footsteps walk away from him. The young man stood up slowly his feet shaking underneath him; he limped over to his discarded sponge and turned back. He turned the water off and stood underneath it sobbing as he scrubbed his skin as roughly as he could.
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Heh…that was \'fun\'…did you enjoy...actually i dont care...i onlywrite stories becuz im bored...Review me but not flames, i dont have the heart nor the brain for that… if u wanna read the sequel go to fanfiction.net, I might put that story up here since I rated it a R…or M in Fanfiction.nets case.
Peace and Chicken Grease
Afro