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Greg Goyle ([info]a_reticent_git) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-06-19 08:09:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 06, !complete, gregory goyle, theodore nott

Volunteer surprises
WHO: Gregory Goyle and Theodore Notts
WHAT: Greg volunteering and finds Theo; tearful reunion
WHERE: Janus Thickey Ward, 4th Floor, St. Mungo's
WHEN: Present, Saturday
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Tearful, sentimental and could get hot;NC-17; complete

He had his wand, and while he could  have fixed his clothes, he decided not to.  He didn't want to pretend he was anything that he was: a released prisoner absolutely down on his luck with not a galleon to his name, wearing the used clothes of his brothers, here to volunteer.  He was clean, and had found the little book,The Tales of Beedle the Bard, under a pile of other papers and things and as a second thought, Greg had grabbed it.  The advertisement had stated, "...read to patients for a period of thirty minutes a piece for no less than four hours a day....,." and Greg had been assigned to the position, sight unseen.

He was greeted by the head medi-witch with a raised eye-brow and a bit of sneer to her face; it hadn't phased him in the least.  Hadn't he lived with snooty Slytherin princesses for years at school?  What kind of mad dog stare from some bitch was going to phase him?  But he kept his tone polite, even if he used few words and she could only continue her degrading look.  She complete his paperwork, officially registering him as a volunteer at St. Mungo's.  He was given a badge that would allow him access to the floors, and then he noted some perverse look cross her face, something mixed with mean pleasure and glee.

"We are going to start you on the 4th Floor I believe, Mr. Goyle.  The mental ward will be your assignment for the present."

Greg could only gulp and nod; what choice did he really have?  And he followed her into the Janus Thickey Ward, more nervous than he had been in Azkaban.   She pointed to the first room and said, "You may start here," and turned and left.  Greg looked about, and moved inside to pull up a chair next to a person lying prostrate on the bed.  He cleared his throat, and with a nervous air, introduced himself and began reading from the book.

That had been three hours ago, and it hadn't been so hard as all that.  He had read to three patients, sort of getting lost in the story he was reading aloud and not realizing the time.   And the patients didn't say very much...well except for the second one who kept mumbling, "Green wands...green dragons...green pudding.....green fingers....green wands...," over and over.  Greg had just read louder, ignoring the man and checking frequently that his wand was well tucked away should the insane patient try to make a grab for it.

He rose to leave the room, and stretched, and wandered out of the hall for a moment to get a quick drink of water.  Slightly refreshed, he moved back into the ward and decided to head to the other side.  Passing one door and then the next, Greg stopped at the third and opened it without knocking, and started with his introduction speech (one that he was required to give), "Hello, I'm here as a volunteer to read to you....," he began, not really thinking the person in here would be listening.  The last three had been lying in their bed, almost comatose; this one was sitting at a small desk and when he turned his head, Greg's chest seized up and he couldn't breath for a moment.   All he could do was let out a hoarse whisper.

"Theo?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-19 03:55 pm UTC (link)
Theo had been looking at his journal, tracing the words from the person who had commented with a finger but looking distant. It was highly possible that even he didn't know where he was at that moment... something about the words, the way the person had spoken made him think about... strange things.

A tall tower, a large hall, people and long tables and... classrooms?

He knew he'd been to school but it was so difficult to remember things. Where had his rooms been? His favourite teacher? His worst subject? It distressed him sometimtes, the way he didn't know these things that he knew he should know. It just made him realise how big the chunks of his missing memories were and he could only wonder what else he was missing.

His door opened and he turned, because it wasn't time for dinner and he'd just come back from therapy so why was the door opening, the door shouldn't be opening, that was wrong, wrong... "..wrong..." he murmured as the stranger stared a him.

Wrong. This was no stranger. No, this person he knew, though he didn't know how. And that was his name from strange lips; he licked his own like he as getting a taste off and he didn't know why. "I used to be someone." he started, conversationally. "He knew someone, they looked a lot like you." He tilted his head, his uncut hair falling over his face carelessly. "He isn't here anymore." he murmured, curling up in the chair smaller than he had any right to be, balancing there like a cat and putting his fingers in his mouth to chew on the nails.


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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-19 04:14 pm UTC (link)
"Theo....,"

Greg whispered his name again hoarsely, and hesitated, frowning even as he turned back to the door, to shut it properly. He heard the babble, the insane ramblings of a nattered mind, and something inside of him fell as he re-faced Theo. He was still frowning, and he stepped closer, but put his hands up as a gesture of gentle calming and surrender.

"Theo..," he said quietly, "Theo, I've been looking everywhere for you. This last weeks...trying to find out what's become of you," he added, the frustration coming through Greg's voice, "There was nothing...bullocks...and now, here....," he said, his voice trailing off again in bewilderment, "It's Greg, Gregory Goyle. Don't you remember me?"

He had moved closer, not wanting to make the other boy feel corner or trapped; instead he had shifting to the bed, to sit at the far corner of it, giving Theo plenty of room to bolt if he needed to. There was a strain to Greg's expression; his heart was aching, at seeing Theo and at seeing him in this state. He wanted to gather the slim boy up, like he'd done so many times before and hold him, snuggle him like the stuffed animal toy Greg had never had; Greg's need to connect and feel something tangible was blazingly apparent on his face.

All he'd done since he'd gotten out was think about Theo; the boy was Greg's only comforting thought those years in Azkaban. The hope that Theo had survived, thrived, had kept Greg warm at night; the reality had terrorized Greg when he'd gotten out and not been able to find a trace of his boyfriend. Greg knew it was going to be hard to get information about old Death Eaters, and snooping too much could send the wrong message that maybe he was yearning for the old days; he was, but not the way that others might take it. He loved Theo. If anything he'd figured out about himself in prison had crystallized, Greg Goyle's utter devotion to Theo Nott had been the shining jewel in his heart.

"Theo, I've missed you so much," he started, "Come here, please," he said as he touched the bed. He wanted to launch himself at Theo but even Greg could see a caged animal inside his love's body; the signs were all there and if Greg went at him, he might just trigger a fight response. Greg had seen it in jail; he could see it here with Theo and the last thing he wanted was to cause that sort of reaction. Never mind, the medi-witches not understanding.

All of this went through Greg's mind quickly and he felt a shift inside of himself as his need rose up like a tide inside of him, "Theo, if you don't get over here," he said in a low direct tone, "I'm going to come sit closer to you. Which is it you want?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-19 04:26 pm UTC (link)
Theo watched the familiar stranger come into his room, closing the door, but he wasn't too afraid despite the tension that ran through him. He had learned that the patients here had no right to privacy, that the doctors and nurses could let themselves in as and when they wanted and lay hands on him and take him to places even if he didn't want to go.

'Greg' he mouthed after, the word feeling familiar in his mouth. He put his hand to his chest and rubbed there because something had twisted when he'd said that word, some ache had started and he was lost as to how to deal with it. "Greg." He said again, in little more than a whisper, and memories came back to him, memories of easy possessive touching, strong hands gripping the backs of his thighs, a salty-sweet taste in his mouth and a hand sure and secure on his cock.

Greg sat on the bed and the respect he was being shown baffled Theo. That look on the man's face drew him in, but he couldn't seem to make his body move, not even when Greg asked, asked him.

The direct tone cut through him though, and even though it was a question he took the first part as directive and stood, almsot stumbling over to the bed, crawling up onto it like a cat - literally on his hands and knees - before sitting down with his legs tucked under him, kneeling on the bed, watching Greg. "You look so changed." he said, lifting his hand, bony arm and fingers extended to touch Greg's face but drawing it back at the last instance, holding it in against his thin, narrow chest. "Metamorphed. You've been cocoooned." he ran his free hand up through his hair with a broken-hearted sounding sigh, then left his fingers lodged in there looking as fragile as he ever had

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-19 04:39 pm UTC (link)
Greg's eyes were riveted to Theo's face, watching thoughts wash across those normally placid expressions. And he turned his head as the light weight of the other boy made the bed creak and shift. But still, Theo hung back, pulling in on himself in that familiar way Greg remembered in his dreams; it was a protective reflex Theo had had back then, and Greg had dreamed nights of prying his lover's arms back, gently restraining him as the boy under him willingly moaned and withered in torturous pleasure.

Greg almost snatched at Theo's raised hand, to pull him closer but he felt his fingers tighten into the thin blanket as his breathing drew shallow. He turned slightly towards Theo, his expression a mix of agony and joy, "Theo, for the love of Merlin come touch me," he found himself almost hissing, his tone so low and quiet but dripping with need, "It's me. It's Greg. I've been gone, in jail," he said, and he found his hand going up and out, a gesture of growing impatience at wanting to re-discover Theo's person.

"Give me a proper greeting," Greg said, a directing tone there again, "Show me you know me, love me," he said, his voice dropping down again into that tone, hoarse.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-19 04:52 pm UTC (link)
Theo's fingers moved to the wall, playing against it like a bird trapped in slow motion, fluttering over the bland paintwork like it was trying to find a way out, even as Theo's face remained blank like the surface of a still pond.

He saw Greg's fingers tighten in the blanket and Greg's voice tugged at strings in his mind that were covered in dust, long forgotten under trauma and confusion and spell damage. His fingers twitched instinctively at the almost command, but it was enough of a plea that he didn't. "Greg's been gone, been gone, Greg's gone..." Theo mumbled fast and insistent right before Greg spoke to him again, and this was an order and it spoke to the youngest part of Theo, the child ho had always jumped before his father had asked how high. He shuddered in an unpleasant fashion but went to Greg, coming forward crawling again, one hand coming to rest on Greg's knee, his expression asking if this was right. "You make my head burn." he whispered, intent. "Burn and itch and... hurt." he almost fumbled the last word. "Hurt, do you hurt. Greg, was it... you were hurt." he was trembling now, shaking in a way he had no control over.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-19 05:02 pm UTC (link)
Greg watched as Theo's face closed up, and there was that smoothness, the glassy ice of calm on those angular features, and he could only nod.

The pressure of Theo's hand on his leg felt like a spark as Greg's body reacted; he leaned towards the other boy and this time, it was Greg's hand that raised, and hoovered, hesitating as he reached for Theo's face. But then he moved, smoothly cupping the other's face even as his fingers pushed into Theo's hair. He was just as soft as Greg remembered and that settled something inside of his chest, making it easier to take in the air his lungs were screaming for.

Greg's other hand went to Theo's side, and settled there, gently as he shifted himself closer towards Theo, "Yes, I was burned. I'm better now. It was just a bit of my legs, but I'm better, honest," and then confusion passed over his face, "How did you know? But did you know where I was? Oh, my poor dear, what's happened to you?" he asked, more to himself than to the mumbling Theo and he slipped his arm around him, to slide him up onto Greg's lap. It was an easy smooth movement; Theo weighed next to nothing and Greg's strength had drastically increased since his days in school, having spent much of his time in jail toning his body.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-19 05:16 pm UTC (link)
Theo held his breath as Greg's hand came closer, closer, then alighted on his face, but it didn't hurt the way he'd expected it to. He closed eyes and let his breath go as Greg pet fingers into his hair. It was like no touch he'd felt but like all the ones that had come before, stacking up like dominos in the back of his closed head and slolwy starting to fall forward.

He twitched a little feeling Greg's hand at his waist, but it didn't hurt either. He didn't really understand what Greg said - his mind had gone back to a time when Greg had been planning to get the Mark. Theo still felt guilt for that, even though he couldn't remember why he was feeling guilty.

He moved as Greg urged, into the other boy's lap and slowly, almost uncertainly but gently as a tired child, leant towards Greg's chest, his head on the other boy's shoulder. Greg was solid and reassuring under him and when Theo closed his eyes to feel, fingers curling gently against the back of Greg's neck, he felt almost content. "Burned, burned down to nothing. Nothing, nothing left, nothing left, empty, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes..." he fell into murmuring, rocking a little against Greg's chest.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-19 05:24 pm UTC (link)
And then, he was in his arms.

Greg encircled him, his strong arms wrapping about the frail man and he held him close. Greg's breath came in easy now, and with every breath he took in, he felt filled with Theo, over and over like a soothing, addictive drug. His nose was by Theo's head, and while Theo may not have been as clean as in the past, his aroma was one of familiarity and security and it made Greg tighten his arms about him.

"I'm okay, Theo, I'm fine. I made it. I'm not gone. Feel me. I'm here. I'm alive. I'm here, love. Salazar how I missed you," he said in an exhale, holding the now calming boy, rocking him slightly, not caring if an attendant came in or not. He moved a hand up, to find Theo's face, and he tipped back the other boy's chin. Greg's eyes feasted on Theo's face, the other boy's eyes closed even as his mouth opened and pursued, speaking over and over until Greg could stand it no more. He leaned down and crushed his lips to Theo's, to silence the madness and to kiss the man he loved.

And even as his lips locked to Theo's, Greg's arms were around the thin boy again, this time crushing him to him in his intense emotional outpouring. Something was welling up inside Greg and he found his eyes closing, squeezed tight to keep the tiny drops from spilling out.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-19 05:43 pm UTC (link)
Theo nuzzled in as Greg rocked him back, satisfying a need in him that was base and more instinctive than obeying a commanding tone. "I know you, don't I?" he said softly, looking back at Greg briefly before he was kissed. He almost struggled at first but he was calm, relaxed, kissing Greg back in a way that he remembered from before but there was a different kind of submission there now.

There was a submission there that came because there wasn't anything more of Theo anymore that could be anything but submissive; he wasn't well enough, yet anyway, to make decisions, to be independent, to be the person he once was.

He held back to Greg and let himself be drowned in the kiss, falling into it and forgetting that he hadn't been there for days and years. He thought he had homework to do.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-19 05:50 pm UTC (link)
Greg broke the kiss, almost grinning as tears slipped down the side of his face. He had both hands at the sides of Theo's face and he showered him with kisses across his cheeks and forehead, his eyes and nose and chin.

"You know me! Of course you know me! I'm your man," he said as he kissed him more, grinning at the foolishness of the question and the innocence of it. Greg stopped and pulled Theo to him again, rocking him, "Oh my poor love, what have they done to you? Have you been in here this whole time? Oh my poor Theo," he said, moving a hand to stroke his hair again, smoothing the soft long waves through his fingers.

Greg stayed like that, cuddling the skinny young man against him, soothing his hair as he breathed in and out. It was so deeply comforting to Greg; he hoped Theo liked it, and as the other did nothing to pull away, Greg could only assume that Theo did. He wanted to ask more questions but was just too overcome with relief that Theo was letting him hold him.

After a time, Greg roused himself to speak, "Shall I tell you how I've been? How I've come to be here? Do you want to know? I'm more than a bit curious about how you got into a place like this? Did your dad put you in here?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-19 06:29 pm UTC (link)
Theo was bemused. Greg remembered him and had been thinking of him and wanting, but Theo didn't know. He'd been lost, was still lost, and things were happening fast, too fast, confusing his broken mind. He liked these touches though, far more than one doctors and nurses manhandled him for showers and examinations and those times where they had to force feed him because he didn't eat.

He didn't understand what Greg said about being there. "I live here..." he said, confused. "I'm from this, these walls-" he was going to continue but Greg cut him off with petting and cuddling and he melted into it, chewing on his finger because it soothed him.

He yawned a little and looked up at Greg as the boy-now-man spoke, tilting his head. He was about to answer and then Greg mentioned his dad... Theo went still, limp against Greg's chest, the lights on but no one in behind his eyes. It was the way he'd been found by the people who had then arrested him just after he'd killed his father, a puppet with the strings cut.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-20 01:59 am UTC (link)
Greg felt Theo change; he didn't stiffen exactly but there was something, an absence of something. He looked down, and tilted Theo back, even as Theo seemed to flop slightly, his head lolling back and it alarmed Greg suddenly. He put his hand to Theo's neck, to keep his head from falling back, much like a small infants, even as Greg's alarm flashed through his eyes. His other hand tightened on Theo, and he gripped the boy a bit hard in his concern.

"Theo?! Theo?! What is it?! Theo! What's happened?! Was it your da?" he demanded, even with the note of desperation in his tone, "If your da did this to you, I'm going to kill him," Greg said harshly. But his words seemed to have little effect on Theo; the response was so mute and Greg found he was holding a limp boy with vacant eyes. It made Greg panic and he laid Theo back on the bed, and moved to bend over him, staring into those blank eyes.

"Theo," Greg whined, his tone so desperate and tinged with remorse, "Theo...," he said, bending closer, laying next to the still boy, his fingers touching Theo's face, brushing the hair from his brow, to run down Theo's arm and take his hand. Greg lifted the boy's hand to his own face and made Theo touch Greg's cheek, even as Greg's brow furrowed more.

"Theo," he said, and he bent down to kiss the pale cheeks, and the boy's lips, "Come back," he said, pleading, "I've just found you! Come back!"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-20 02:30 am UTC (link)
Theo didn't feel Greg's gentle grip at the back of his neck, or the way the other boy's fingers pressed a little too hard into his skin (which would bruise later just because there was nothing between it and his bone); he didn't hear Greg's words, lost somewhere other, somewhere else.

He didn't realise he was being laid back down but the touch to his face was gentle enough to be unusual enough to bring him out a little bit. He sighed as Greg kissed him, his fingers curled a little against the unfamiliar-familiar face and he blinked lazily like he was drugged, almost looking through Greg. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sounding like each word was more effort than he could manage. "Don't you have homework. I'll help you." he turned his head to look up at the ceiling like he was thinking. "Do not eat before me. Hold still and be a good boy or you will never learn. Do not talk unless I have asked you a question or given you permission to do so. Do not speak, do not say anything, silence and snares, snares and traps and lying tongues, lying tongues..." He lapsed into silence but it didn't seem comfortable, trembling almost imperceptibly again unless you had a hand on him and could feel the shaking underneath his skin.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-20 03:56 am UTC (link)
Greg watched and blinked at the sharp reality Theo showed him; it was very much like prison, with the bleakness of their existence showing in each other's bodies. He found himself sighing and instead of going down on the thinner man, Greg's hand made it down that thin stomach to rest on Theo's groin. Greg leaned in, still leaning on one arm and kissed Theo as he fondled the testies there, caressing the shaft. His fingers were delicate, his touch tender and he pulled his head back, and gazed at Theo with a combined expression of worry and want again.

"We got to get some meat on you, Theo. You're so thin I'd snap you like a twig," he said quietly and then he rushed on, "I need you fat and sassy, to give me something solid to grab onto to ride," and Greg gave him a small squeeze on Theo's shaft, to bring that notion home, "So I can hold you like a joystick and fill you to splitting," he said, even as he leaned in to kiss Theo again, "I'm so ready for you lover. We got to get you healthy so you are ready for me."

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-20 04:05 am UTC (link)
Theo made a high wanting noise when Greg put his hand on him, fondled him gently, going quiet as he kissed Greg back needily. He didn't want Greg to pull back but then he did, and he was talking about how thin Theo was...

The former Slytherin turned his head away and he fell out of schooldays into... somewhere else, that other place once again. He bit into his lip as Greg continued touching him, hard but only because it was a physical reaction. "I don't want to eat." he said softly. "I don't want to. I don't want to eat, I don't want to, I don't like eating, I don't like it, I don't like it!" he said insistently, his voice getting louder, more panicked as he spoke. He writhed under Greg's hand, his body conflicted with the physical pleasure and the psychological insanity that was going on within it. "I don't want anything inside! Nothing inside! Nothing, nothing, nothing!" he was almost loud enough to be heard outside the room now, back arching although he wasn't trying to get away.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-20 04:14 am UTC (link)
"Shshsh, okay, okay, so eating is out," Greg said, unsure as to what to do; his hand was wrapped around a rather firm erection even as the body attached to it began to thrash and the mind that ran it began to slip, "Sh, love, Theo, love," Greg said, and he let go of the phallus and moved his hand to pet at Theo again.

He traced up the gaunt stomach and then down along the thighs and then up again, all the while soothingly speaking as he did so, "Theo," Greg said as his eyes watched Theo carefully, "Do you know who I am?"

He didn't want to press it, but he wasn't going to continue and not have Theo lose it again; he kept his petting up, making small soothing noises even as he kept his touches neutral and comforting.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-20 04:21 am UTC (link)
Theo's narrow chest was jumping like a car that wouldn't start as he took little panicky breaths, his eyes huge as he stared back at Greg, air coming easier to him as Greg stroked him back down from the ledge of anxiety he'd been standing on, letting himself be quietened.

The fear and wideness left his eyes and he watched Greg with stillness, the petting doing it's job. "Yes." he said eventually, his mouth a little dry. "You have those hands. They move me, bend me like a doll. You're the whisper when I turn my head just so." he said, seemingly sure of this response. "You're not a doctor."

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-20 04:55 am UTC (link)
"These hands," Greg said, repeating the words even as the smile tickled at his lips in some relief. He didn't know his name but there was something there, something basic and primal that Theo seemed to recognize and know. His hands moved up higher under Theo's nightshirt and he stroked down, letting his fingers trail along, touching Theo tenderly with every brush, "They love you, Theo, worship you in their own way. I am the whisper," he said, and now he was smiling warmly, "And what do I tell you? Words of love and devotion, of my pain at losing you and my need for you. You are right," he added with a low chuckle, "I am no doctor, love. I'm just a man, a poor broken man at that, but the one who has carried a torch these last five years for you."

Greg gave a small sigh, "Five years I have missed you, Theo and I suspect you have been in here," and he thought he felt a tremble in the body he touched and he added soothing noises even as he stroked Theo's skin directly, "Listen, love and feel safe. I'm here, and you don't have to fear of being alone. I'm never going to leave you alone again Theo, never."

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-20 05:59 pm UTC (link)
Theo's back arched a little bit as Greg's hand pushed under his asylum-issued clothes, stunned into silence by the things Greg was saying. He knew them to be true, even if he still wasn't all sure who Greg really was.

He did shake as Greg mentioned how long he'd been in here for, because as far as he knew he'd never left this place. As far as he could remember he'd lived here his whole life.

He was soothed by Greg's words, the things he was saying about being lonely striking a chord that made him whine unhappily. "A torch..." he said, sounding tired, speaking quietly. "A burning torch. Burning, a burning torch." he looked debauched, as though he'd been fucked for hours, flushfaced and breathing heavy, his hair a mess, when he was just overcome with confusion, the new information making his head spin.

"Burning, inside me, under my skin." he said, like he was trying to explain something. "And screaming, it ouldn't stop, screaming, my throat, burning all over, burning and then, then all the trees burned, the woods, the buildings, all of it, burned down to the ground. Ashes at the end, ashes, ashes ashes ashes."

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-20 06:19 pm UTC (link)
Greg kept his stroking, petting Theo everywhere like a parent tending a child and not as much as a lover caressing a lover. He felt the ribs and the gauntness of the frame of Theo and it made his smile slip again, that momentary feeling of happiness replaced by deep concern.

"The only thing I know about ashes has to do with that damn bird Dumbledore had. Do you remember? The phoenix? It would burn up, flame into a pile of ashes and then poof! A baby bird would appear in the rubble, reborn, fresh and new."

Greg gave a small sigh, thinking about fire. That day in Hogwarts had been filled with fire. And shock and surprise and something hard and resentful; Draco had fucking helped Potter, right there, in front of he and Vincent.

Fucking helped him! The idea made Greg stiffen slightly and he realized his anger was translating into his hands and he made himself calm down. He had to speak with Draco. He needed to find Vincent as well. Greg looked down at Theo, thinking. This couldn't continue like this. He had to do something to help Theo through this, past this. Greg thought he would try to find the one person who might be able to give him some solid advice. If his old Head of House would see him. There had to be something they could do.

"Maybe we can get some memories pulled out of you?" he said as he gazed at Theo, "Do you think that would help? Or some potion that can ease your nerves? Theo, I can't stand the idea of you staying in here, alone," and Greg licked his lips and impulsively bent over to lay a gentle kiss on Theo's forehead. He turned his cheek to rest it there, "My poor boy. Can't I do something to help clear those webs from your brain, love?"

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-20 07:03 pm UTC (link)
Theo's eyes closed and he hummed happily under a type of touch he'd never felt before now. He'd tried to explain the pain he remembered but didn't remember, the agony that had been trapped under his skin after his dad had Crucio'd him, but he really wasn't remembering as such because his mind wasn't quite ready to face that trauma yet.

He didn't remember the Pheonix but he didn't shake his head, not wanting to stop the petting.

Petting that then turned a little heavier, a little less like petting and more like Greg wanted to break him. Theo was sick enough that he stayed still and didn't say anything, taking the pain, but Greg gentled his hand and he relaxed again. He tensed up though at talk of removing his memories, reaching out to curl his fingers around Greg's wrist, as if that would have stopped anything. "No, don't move anything, don't move furniture around, don't move the things because the dust, the dust will disturb and fly, fly into the air, please, please don't move things, please, please." he begged, actually begged. If Greg didn't know how fractured Theo was before, he had to know now.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-20 07:18 pm UTC (link)
Greg looked down at the hand clinging to him, and he raised his own hand up, bringing Theo's to his mouth. He gently kissed the back of it and then adjusting the grip, Greg took the hand into his own and turned it over. He kissed Theo's inner wrist, brushing his nose there, a flash of contentment stealing over Greg at the familiar smell and touch. He held Theo's arm and kissed the inside of it, and then pulled back, and bent down to kiss Theo's mouth again gently.

"We won't move anything, pet," he said, shifting his position to lay down at Theo's side again. He pulled Theo to him, cradling him with his strong arms and legs and he murmured soft noises and kissed Theo's brow again.

"Oh Theo, love, I need you so badly but what can I do?" he said, feeling a bit of hopelessness creep into his tone. He gave a small sigh again, lying on the bed and letting his hands move in a rhythmic stroking, kissing Theo's face tenderly still.

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-20 08:30 pm UTC (link)
Theo smiled, then laughed softly as Greg kissed his arm, the tenderness tickling him as a sweet gesture. He returned the kiss playfully, eagerly lying in against Greg, the pleasure innocent and unrelated, although the fact that he knew who Greg was even if he didn't know who he was had a lot to do with that.

He curled himself around Greg like a yin-yang, assured by his words. "I'm here." he said, back in who knew when, but sometime at school. He moved, kissing Greg and pushing his hand between Greg's legs. "I cast the silencing charm." he whispered, the way they'd done while hiding in bed at school. "No one'll hear us Greg, no one'll hear me screaming when you ram this into me." He sounded lucid but he wasn't there, was still as lost as he had been when he didn't even know who he was.

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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-06-20 08:43 pm UTC (link)
As much as it was that sort of physical want Greg had, it wasn't what he was trying to tell Theo. He couldn't help but shift slightly as Theo touched him between his legs, but he didn't openly encourage it; instead he lay there, still letting his fingers run up and down across Theo's skin, "You are like a devil, tempting me so, Theo, love," he murmured into Theo's hair, "You overpower me with you persuasive nature," he said, chuckling low even as he rolled back slightly.

His movement pulled Theo onto his chest slightly, and he gave made a slightly happy noise, unable to push Theo's affectionate gesture away from his growing groin. It felt so incredibly good, and he thought if he didn't do anything but let Theo act, maybe, just maybe it would work out.

"Sit on me, Theo," Greg said, and then added quickly, "Only if you want," he added with some hope. He had no idea what he should do about everything. Clearly, Theo had gone a bit mad and something triggered it; Greg could only guess it was something at school as that was the source as that was where Theo seemed to keep going. Greg wondered who would know and his mind went to Serverus Snape. Then it went to Draco.

Would Draco know what happened to Theo? Would Draco even be willing to give him some help? Greg pondered this as he lay there, trying to piece together what he could do. He closed his eyes, and said, "Kiss me Theo. Love me. I need you so much."

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[info]booksmart_devil
2010-06-20 09:33 pm UTC (link)
Theo went a little blank for a second at the mention of a devil, but then Greg moved and Theo moved with him, breaking him out of it. He felt Greg get hard under his hand and fondled him, confused about the fact that Greg wasn't taking charge the way he usually did, but Greg was urging him to ride, and so mount he did.

He rocked against Greg's hips, moaning gently already, hands flat against Greg's chest. "We only just did it after lunch." he said, amused, his voice low. He leant down and kissed Greg, sitting back and pushing his hips against Greg's, his weight just not there anymore.

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**ooc...greg is a whore...and is acting so selfishly.... - [info]a_reticent_git, 2010-06-20 09:44 pm UTC
ooc: i loooove this - [info]booksmart_devil, 2010-06-20 10:30 pm UTC
Re: ooc: we are mean! - [info]a_reticent_git, 2010-06-20 10:44 pm UTC
ooc: mean, yes, awesome... also yes ^^ - [info]booksmart_devil, 2010-06-20 10:54 pm UTC
Re: ooc: Greg's determined to fix him you know..LOL - [info]a_reticent_git, 2010-06-20 11:53 pm UTC
ooc: i heart him, he's so sweet - [info]booksmart_devil, 2010-06-21 12:00 am UTC
Re: ooc: he hearts theo so much! and yet........he still wants him!!! whore! LOL - [info]a_reticent_git, 2010-06-21 12:09 am UTC
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