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Harry Potter (dh__harry) wrote in darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-03-25 19:33:00

Entry tags:

complete, harry potter, march 2008, marcus flint

RPG: Bit late for a night cap
Date and Time: March 25, 2008 - almost 2am
Characters: Marcus Flint, Harry Potter
Location: Hog's Head Pub
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13 ?
Warnings: Language, who knows what else?
Summary: Harry is closing up when he receives a guest
Status: Complete.

Happy Hour had been a roaring success ever since Harry had introduced it at the Hog's Head pub. Not only was the pub popular for Quidditch players and fans, but it now was gathering a following of what he'd begun to call the 'Happy Hour lot', which consisted of people from their twenties on into their eighties and everything in between. Goblins had taken to coming in, mostly conversing in quiet tones at one of the corner tables. Harry didn't mind, as they paid their till and didn't give anyone problems.

Harry had just chased out the last of his customers, making sure the three who were stumbling got aboard the Knight Bus(poor blokes, would probably be sick everywhere with the way it was driven) safely before putting up the Closed sign and making his way back to the bar. He noticed, on his way, a trail of goat droppings and groaned. Damn that old man his goats!

A flick of his wand later and what was meant to just clean up the mess left a scorch mark in the wooden floor, causing Harry to curse brightly and kick a nearby barstool. He yelped in pain and the barstool went crashing; he cursed some more, still hopping on one foot when he heard the door open again.

"Bloody Hell, bugger off- We're closed," He trailed off into another string of colourful swear words, holding his injured foot on which his big toe was throbbing madly.

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dh_marcus
2008-03-26 03:19 am UTC (link)

It had been a fucking hellish past couple of weeks for Marcus. Having gotten a tip from his sources of where his son's whereabouts were, he had gone to India and reluctantly stayed in Mumbai in the most disgusting area of sex-slavery that also included children.

Luckily, in Marcus' eyes, his son was no where to be found. It was just as well, as Marcus would have rather known his son was dead that to have been still living in such conditions.

Now he was back in England and Marcus couldn't keep the images of India out of his head. He had nightmares of the girls he had seen - girls his son's age being sold off to men for sex. Sometimes those faces in his nightmares turned into the face of his innocent son and Marcus would wake up, his throat dry and hoarse from his crying out loud in his sleep.

Then one night, after spending many unwholesome hours doing paperwork at his club and downing nearly half a bottle of cognac on his own, Marcus found himself in front of the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade. The lights in the pub were dim and he knew it was late at night. But he was pretty drunk already with a lit cigarillo in his mouth and a fire in his eyes.

He opened the door and saw a familiar man, hopping on one foot and swearing out loud that the place was closed. Marcus smirked around his fag and took a long drag from the cigarillo.

"Closed even for me?"

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dh__harry
2008-03-26 03:26 am UTC (link)

Harry looked up as the almost drawling voice rang familiar, his green eyes wide with surprise.

"Marcus!" He exclaimed sheepishly, reaching out a hand to steady himself on a barstool; the barstool that had just been sent crashing to the ground. Bullocks. His hand hit air and he fell sideways, tripping over the legs of the overturned barstool. Only his quick instincts saved him and he did a sort of twisting sumersault in the air before landing on all fours, hopping up quickly with a sheepish grin. His usually pale face was flushed bright red in embarrassment. His foot still ached.

"So, fancy a drink?" He asked, or rather spat out. He managed to only limp a little as he made his way back behind a bar, faltering a bit when he gestured around him. "What'll it be? I owe you a free one." Right, pretending the last few minutes never happened sounded like a wonderful idea.

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dh_marcus
2008-03-26 02:28 pm UTC (link)

Exhaling a lungfull of smoke through his nostrils, Marcus leaned rather uneasily against the open door to the pub and watched with amusement as Harry acknowledged him. Then the other wizard nearly fell ass over teacup thanks to a barstool and Marcus would have shook his head while he chuckled, but the world was still too dizzy and uneven.

"Falling for me already?"

He entered the pub after stubbing out his cigarillo on the bottom of his boots, his shoulders a bit more relaxed once the door closed behind him. Marcus nodded as Harry offered a drink and he watched the wizard rummage around in the bar as if to distract the both of them from his previous faltering.

"Firewhiskey is fine," he told Harry, putting his elbows on the bar. The inside of his head felt like it was already brined in cognac from earlier and Marcus should know better than to top off expensive cognac with the caustic, harsh burn of firewhiskey. That is if he was thinking much at all at the moment.

"How are the new brands moving?" Alright so he wasn't really there to talk business but Marcus wasn't an idiot either.

Huh. Why am I here?

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dh__harry
2008-03-26 08:03 pm UTC (link)

"You wish," Harry responded with a roll of green eyes. He poured Marcus a healthy dose of firewhiskey, unaware that the man had already been drinking. Suddenly he found himself wishing that he was wearing something a little nicer than a Donald Duck shirt and low slung jeans.

"They're doing really well, actually." Harry respondedd, pulling out a small but relatively thick book titled 'the Barkeep's cheat sheet'. "A lot of customers have been letting me make whatever I fancy, and they come back for more."

Seeing as how the pub was now empty, save for Marcus, Harry hopped deftly up onto the bar, swinging around so that his legs dangled next to the man.

"So what brings you here?" He asked curiously, his feet making soft noises each time one connected with the barstool next to Marcus'. "I mean, closing time's a pretty bad time to come if you wanted to see business."

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dh_marcus
2008-04-17 02:04 pm UTC (link)

Marcus downed a healthy swallow of the drink offered by Harry, his throat seared by the sting of the firewhiskey that caused his eyes to temporarily water. His eyes roamed over the faded chariacture of a duck on Harry's shirt and the old pair of demins that encased Harry's torso, old and worn -the fabric probably soft and thin around the knees and arse.

"You could serve some regulars with goat piss if it was mixed with enough alcohol - but I wouldn't recommend you letting Dumbledore get away with that," he commented, resting his elbows on the bar and lighting up another cigarillo wandlessly, not bothering to ask if he could smoke in the establishment.

Marcus turned as Harry moved close, meeting the other man's bright eyes. Harry seemed to be very chipper to be working so late as Marcus could feel the crackling energy coming from the other man's body.

"I need a reason to be here?" Marcus asked the question with his own. He finished the firewhiskey off with easy practice of one who drank quite a bit and slid the glass back over for a refill. "Maybe I didn't come to talk about business. Maybe I just got sick of the usual company and wanted a change in scenery," he explained, shrugging.

"That a problem, I can always leave. If you've got other important things going on."

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 02:24 pm UTC (link)

Harry took a healthy swig of the pint of hard cider he'd had sitting on the bar as Marcus took his shot. His toe still throbbed, but it had ebbed away a bit and wasn't as vivid. He watched as Marcus lit his cigarillo and waited for the other man to exhale before plucking the fag from his lips. He gave the former Slythern a feigned warning look before bringing the cigarette to his own lips and taking a drag, eyes watering a bit as the smoke burned his throat and lungs. He managed to exhale without coughing, a feat he was quite proud of.

"Knowing Frothy, he'd probably try. He'd claim it's cheaper than anything else," He commented, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to hearing anyone refer to Aberforth as 'Dumbledore' and it sent a brief, faded jolt down his spine. He ignored it, taking a few more swallows of cider.

"No problem, just curious. A bit out of the way for you," He responded casually, bringing the firewhiskey bottle soaring into his waiting hand with a flick of his wand. He poured Marcus another shot, his feet once again making little thumping noises as they came in contact with the barstool next to Marcus. "So how's the scenery? Besides me making a complete arse out of myself..."

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dh_marcus
2008-04-17 03:28 pm UTC (link)

It was very cheeky of Harry to snatch Marcus' fag out of his hand, and if it had been anyone else and if Marcus wasn't in such a congenial mood he would have scowled. Instead, the action surprised an honest chuckle out of the Slytherin and Marcus let Harry take a long drag, expecting the Gryffindor to choke on the harsh smoke. He didn't, however, and Marcus took the cigarillo back with a bit of admiration. He could tell that Harry didn't smoke usually, though. The paper was a bit damp when Marcus brought the fag up to his own lips, but it wasn't unpleasant of disgusting. Marcus swore he tasted a bit of cider.

"Thanks for that. I've made a mental note to never accept a drink from that man's hands," he smirked, flicking a bit of ash onto the ground around the barstools. It was rude and Marcus would have otherwise asked for an ashtray - but he was too drunk to care.

Marcus looked Harry up and down with obvious care and smirked when asked if he enjoyed the view. "Besides you making an arse out of yourself? Very nice, actually. Including the arse in question."

He took another deep swallow of firewhiskey before adding: "I thought I was rather blunt about my interests the last time, Harry."

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 03:56 pm UTC (link)

Harry licked his lips, still tasting the almost exotic flavour of the cigarillo. Besides being a bit harsh, it was quite nice. He was starting to feel a different sort of head rush that had nothing to do with the cider he was currently drinking(or the previous pints he'd had that night).

"Never trust that man with anything, just to be safe." He advised, giving Marcus the faintest of winks before taking a few drinks of his cider. He wondered, sometimes when he was pissed, if his skin tasted of cider. He certainly tended to drink a lot of it.

"Glad it meets your approval," He responded, then added in a teasing voice, "Yes, we all know you think my arse is fine."

His grin faltered at Marcus' last comment. A lump rose in his throat just as colour singed his cheeks; he averted his gaze, downing the rest of his cider in a few long drinks to give himself a few moments to collect himself. Finally he set his glass down and reached over slowly, once again taking the cigarillo from Marcus' lips to bring it to his own. This time he was prepared for the burn and held the smoke in his lungs until he felt that same pleasant buzz rush through his head, finally releasing it in a steady stream.

"Maybe I need things spelled out for me," He said softly, finally meeting Marcus' direct gaze.

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dh_marcus
2008-04-17 05:27 pm UTC (link)

He watched while Harry took a drink of cider, seeing the other man's throat work as he swallowed. It was an innocent action but it still made Marcus' blood simmer with the drunk-lust that had been running through his veins for most of the night. And now he was here, alone with Potter and Marcus was privy to watching how the other man's eyelashes rested softly against the delicate, pale skin of his lower eyes when he closed them - almost child-like. Marcus saw Harry as anything but child-like at this point, though.

"It does," Marcus confirmed in a raspy voice, leaning in just a bit closer as the fag between his fingers still burned. It was plucked away once again by Harry's slender fingers and Marcus watched as the smoke curled its way out from between the Gryffindor's plump lips.

The fag was nearly burned down to a stub at this point and Marcus dropped it to the ground, crushing it under the heel of his boot. He could barely hear the next words coming out of Harry's mouth, but Marcus wasn't that far gone to require them to be repeated. He met Harry's intense eyes and a few seconds lapsed between them before Marcus decided what needed to be done.

Perhaps not needed - but wanted. And he always went for what he wanted, regardless of the consequences.

He reached out and his hands curled into the fabric of Harry's t-shirt, pulling the other man close enough so that Marcus could see just how fucking green those eyes actually were.

"Perhaps this will help," Marcus murmured in a deep voice.

It wasn't a gentle kiss by any means. More of a mashing of lips against lips but Harry did taste of cider and smoke and as Marcus' tongue gained entry to swirl and toy within Harry's mouth, Marcus's teeth rasped brutally against the other man's full bottom lip.

And then it was over just as soon as it started. Marcus sat back onto his stool and waited. If Harry wanted this, then it was his move. Or Marcus would probably get his arse incinerated by Harry's own wand. Either way, he was too fucking drunk to argue.

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 05:44 pm UTC (link)

If there was one thing Harry was, it was unaware. Unaware of his own sex appeal, his own appearance. He looked in the mirror and saw a skinny bespectacled bloke, just Harry. He'd never understood what anyone saw in him, and it gave him a certain unassuming air.

Harry watched as the fag was stubbed out on the floor and as dirty as it was, he almost said something about it.

But then Marcus' voice, deep and smooth and affecting, cut into his consciousness and brilliant green eyes snapped up. There was a moment when a physical charge, as lightning as the scar on his forehead, shot through his entire body when Marcus' hand fisted his shirt and he was pulled against the other man.

And then that lightning shock was crashing over him like a warm wave thawing the cold; Harry surrendered himself to the kiss, his lips parting to allow Marcus' tongue entry. It was so different than kissing a girl; more raw, visceral, not as gentle. He loved the roughness of it, how the former Slytherin's teeth bruised his bottom lip, how demanding his tongue was. He was suddenly very, very glad he was already seated because he knew that his knees would never have supported him.

It was over far too soon. Harry's head felt like it was filled with tingly cotton laced with bees, in an entirely good way that made it hard to think.

"Well...you can spell things out for me anytime," He finally murmured, his voice a bit hoarse. He licked his lips; he still tasted Marcus there. Smoke and firewhiskey, and something else that was probably entirely unique to the man. He bit his lip, wanting very much to continue, but unsure of himself or how to proceed. He also wasn't sure how far he wanted to take it, at least when they were both less than sober. Still...

He found himself closing the gap this time, green eyes searching brown before pressing their lips together. It wasn't as rough as Marcus had done. His tongue licked along the older man's lips, seeking entry instead of demanding it, slender fingertips just barely resting on Marcus' shoulder, as if for stability.

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dh_marcus
2008-04-20 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Mouth half open, Marcus smirked showing Harry the barest glimpse of smooth, even teeth and then his tongue licked the lingering moisture from their hasty kiss. Potter's response was just how Marcus hoped it would be.

"I didn't think you'd mind too much about my methods," he drawled, watching Harry as the green-eyed man closed the distance between them and then it was not Marcus who was commencing the kiss.

Harry's mouth was soft and very yielding, which showed the Slytherin that he was still in control of the situation, though it had been Harry to start the kiss first this time around. Marcus felt the tip of Harry's tongue tickle his bottom lip and sliding off the barstool Marcus deepened their kiss further - tongues twining lushly as Marcus put his hands on Harry's jean clad hips and pulled the man forward.

Harry's form felt supple against Marcus' own and as Marcus felt Harry's fingertips dig in just a bit deeper into his shoulders to hang on, Marcus' nudged aside Harry's knees so that his hips were then between the Gryffindor's thighs. The heat coming from Harry's groin made Marcus' own cock twitch and throb, pressing uncomfortably against the zip of his own trousers.

Marcus angled his mouth so their meshed lips formed a tighter seal and a deep groan came from his throat of lust and need before he felt Harry's body tense up - and a soft cough from behind Marcus interrupting the two.

Fuck - not now.

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dh__harry
2008-04-21 04:52 am UTC (link)

Harry couldn't help but groan as the kiss continued. His legs automatically parted to allow the other man's body closer, a tightening in his groin causing a shiver to run down his spine. His back bowed with it, one hand tangling in Marcus' hair. He nearly cursed out loud as he heard Aberforth cough behind them. Bullocks.

"Sorry," He mumbled softly, his lips tingling and lower parts aching. He repressed the urge to roll his eyes as the old man gave him a warning look that clearly said, 'It's after hours, clean up.' "I guess you should go...I still have cleaning up to do." He told Marcus, regretting every word. He wanted to kiss the former Slytherin again; his entire body ached for more.

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dh_marcus
2008-04-21 03:09 pm UTC (link)

"Glorious fucking timing," Marcus muttered, glaring over his shoulder at the grizzled old man who glared back, then nudged a goat out of the way towards the hall that he and his four legged companion were originally headed towards.

"That's the problem with working for someone else. You can't shag on the bar without them making a fuss over it," he told Harry darkly, though the corner of his mouth twitched with pride to see and feel that Potter was just as frustrated as he was.

Licking his lips and giving Harry a heated look, Marcus moved a few inches away. "I could wait..." he offered in a low voice.

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dh__harry
2008-04-21 04:25 pm UTC (link)

Although Harry was tempted, he was also under the influence of alcohol and knew enough to know that he didn't want his first time with a bloke to be alcohol-induced. He shook his head, sliding off the bar and swaying a little.

"I don't want to be pissed when it happens," He said softly, going up on the tips of his toes to give Marcus a light, apologetic kiss. "I'm sorry. I'll see you soon though, yeah?"

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dh_marcus
2008-04-21 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Marcus rolled his eyes and sniffed at Harry's "when". The Slytherin that he still was inside was muttering "don't you mean, if?" as Marcus staggered back with an uncaring shrug. Harry's light kiss only made Marcus feel that much more belligerent.

"Maybe you will, or you might not. Busy man, Potter. But I wouldn't worry about me," Marcus drawled, trying to cross his arms but the motion being much to complicated for him at the moment.

"There's plenty out there that are willing and able - right now."

It was true - Marcus could think of the newest addition to Bacchanalia. A waiter, built much like Harry but with a head of hair the colour of wheat, and a constant vapid gaze that Marcus would tolerate for a one-night fuck, and then become annoyed with afterwards.

But, despite the very uncomfortable tension in Marcus' trousers at the moment, the thought of trying to track down the new waiter at the club, who would no doubt have stayed with most of the other staff during the wind-down of a busy night, didn't appeal to the Slytherin as much as his cock would have liked him to. And the fact that he was just basically turned down - by Potter no less - made his jaw tense.

Still, Marcus left Harry with the notion that if Harry wasn't going to fuck him tonight, there would be another one to take his place and with a lingering last once-over of the shorter man in front of him, Marcus wordlessly turned on his heel and found the door.

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dh__harry
2008-04-21 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Shit. Harry's blood began to boil and he couldn't decide whether he was angry or just hurt. How was he suppose to react to that?

"Look, I'm sure there are." He tried to appease the inebriated man, frowning. "But I've never been with a bloke before, okay? I want to have clear memories of my first time, not drunken ones."

Harry shook his head, at a loss. He had just enough alcohol running through his veins to make him too lazy to attempt much anger. He watched Marcus walk out the door, a little twinge of regret crawling down his spine. He would make sure, somehow, that this would not be their last meeting.

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