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Theodore Nott (booksmart_devil) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-06-21 22:38:00

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!2003: 06, !incomplete, gregory goyle, theodore nott

WHO: Gregory Goyle and Theo Nott
WHAT: Another visit from Greg
WHERE: St Mungo's
WHEN: Monday
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Unbalanced Theo/R/Incomplete

Theo had woken without Greg and he'd really thought it had just been a dream. The memory stuck but the details slipped from his mind like sand through a hole in the ground. The salve had lost its potency but the burning sting had dulled to an almost forgettable throb, and he walked with only a faint limp from the way his muscles hadn't been used to the way he'd used them yesterday.

He was crouched low on the floor, scrawling pictures that, if he had his wand, would cause fires. He was a little preoccupied with burning, not that he was aware of it. He lapsed from shapes and lines to words, Latin words for protection and silence. He was a little obsessed with that too - these spells had never worked for him, no matter how exact they were.

The door opened and he didn't bother looking up because he knew those steps. He let the orderlies take hold of him, lift him up and carry him bodily away; he was so light that one could have carried him, but they always sent to, and a doctor to watch. He knew where he was going. He hadn't been eating and they were going to make sure he wasn't going to waste away. He didn't bother to struggle, because it never helped; just hung from their arms while his mind went somehere else completely and utterly away.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-26 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Theo made soft sounds against the kiss, letting himself be carried away in its eddies and then tried to catch his breath.

Greg said things to him that confused him, and the little whimper he gave as Greg closed lips over his own once more was from almost pained confusion. He didn't remember jail, didn't even think that Greg was old enough for jail, despite the physical evidence to the contrary.

Even then, the way Greg was kissing him, what he was telling him, making Theo buck up into Greg's hands... he was lost in a sea of utter confusion and Greg telling him to let it happen... let this happen... he wasn't strong enough to do anything but agree. "Yes, sir." he said, something he maybe hadn't said a lot back at school, but the pair hadn't been above a little bit of roleplay.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-26 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Greg found his breath hitch again as Theo pushed up into his waiting wanting hand. But he hesitated only a moment as Theo said 'yes'and his mouth broke away roughly to dive down lower on Theo's body. All too soon, lips were wrapped around shaft and Greg groaned around a mouthful of stiff, hard Nott. His fingers slide lower as he deep throated the erection, beginning to bob up and down smooth skin even as his own erection pressed tight against his trousers. Greg licked at the tip and then let his tongues trail down to a warm testie that he sucked into his mouth like a ripe piece of fruit. Fingers replaced mouth on Theo's shaft all the while Greg moaned with utter pleasure.

He moved one hand lower as he switched from one ballsack to the other and licking his fingers prior, Greg found the opening prior ravaged and he toyed at it, brushing the puckering skin. If he felt any encouraging movements from Theo, that was were Greg was locking his lips next. He prayed silently that Theo was semi-sane in that moment.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-26 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Greg was so fast that Theo wondered where the other boy had gone before the mouth went down on his cock. His head tipped back and he yelped quietly, as Greg took him in, his other leg coming up so that his feet were flat against the bed, both knees bent. His fingers were clawed into the sheets and he was pushing his hips up into Greg's mouth gently, panting softly to breathe.

He gasped with soft, short moans as Greg played with him, and as Greg started fingering inquisitively against his hole he turned his head to the side, eyes closed, making a sound that could have been a sob or a hiccup of pleasure.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-27 12:03 am UTC (link)

It was an excellent position as far as he was concerned, sandwiched between two legs as he sucked and rolled the egg like form in his mouth. He couldn't see Theo's face, but he heard the noise and it made him let go of the sack to dive further between Theo's parted legs. His lips locked against that tender opening and he licked and sucked and then probed, gently, with his tongue. Greg thought he should be grossed out but Theo seemed meticulously clean, and tasted as he remembered.

As his mouth and tongue were busy there, his hand went to Theo's erection and he worked it slowly, sliding up and down, and giving his hand around Theo the right twist to cause the best sensations just under the tip. He rode him up and down, and it made him want to do more; he had promised himself he would not force Theo like the last time, coercing him in a way that caused Theo both trauma and pain. He thought his attentions to Theo were welcome; the boy was making familiar noises and moving against Greg's hands and mouth like he was enjoying it, more so than the last time. He had a fleeting notion that this time, should Theo impale himself upon Greg's stiff erection, Theo would not cry out with pain but pleasure.

This time. That is, If there was a this time.

Greg's body had moved, the length of his body pressed against Theo so that he could get at the other boy; with his laying side by side, his feet past Theo's head, he was certain Theo could feel his own want for him.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-27 12:41 am UTC (link)

Theo gasped 'oh, oh, oh' quietly over and over as Greg tongued at him, his thoughts completely silent and scattered under the sensation. He couldn't speak, could barely do more than push back against Greg's mouth.

He was only semi-aware of Greg moving around, but when he felt Greg's hardness poking at him insistently he knew what to do instinctively, lifting his hand to curl around it.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-27 12:48 am UTC (link)

It was Greg's turn to meow around the tight opening that he began to plunge into the tight opening, forcing his tongue in as deep as he could get it, and then he left that spot to move back to Theo's shaft. He licked the length up and down, and then let himself swallow it.

It was like letting Theo fuck his mouth and it made his own member weep and ooze in his clothes, the grasp of Theo's hand on him on the outside of his clothes like the ultimate in a tease act.

Greg paused in his actions coming up and off Theo's shaft to look at Theo, his own mouth red and swollen from his action, "You can put your hand down my pants, if you want. Theo, I want you to cum in my mouth so I can swallow you down," he directed and he didn't wait for an answer but went back to his task at hand. He took special care, licking Theo again and he set a steady pace, running his mouth up and down as he made his mouth tight and deep for Theo's erection.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-27 02:23 am UTC (link)

Theo took Greg's tongue, let Greg swallow him down, couldn't stop the soft movement of his hips but didn't realise he was moving them. His hand on Greg's cock curled around the shape but didn't make a move to delve in, not while he was still so unsure of where he was. He blinked back at the direction from Greg, started sliding his hand in when Greg took his cock back in his mouth. "Oh, oh, please..." he begged, some throwback from school.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-27 04:48 am UTC (link)

And it was like being back in school, heavy petting and something far more erotic about it all. Greg's mouth didn't stop; he actually went further. And when Greg should have been thinking about Theo's mental state and the crazy shit he was writing in his journal, instead he was lost in his own memories and fantasies of school. It was a surreal moment and while Greg's sucking went on, his fingers found Theo's anus and two of them, newly wet, found their way inside of Theo.

Greg matched his moments, mouth and hand, sliding in and sucking in time.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-28 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Theo's fingers had drifted to Greg's belt, feeling around there in a way he didn't really remember knowing... Greg jolted him out of those thoughts with the insistent press of fingers against and then in him.

He shuddered and tried to close his legs, but he couldn't with Greg's fingers inside him. He withdrew his hand from Greg's pants and put his hands over his mouth, closing his eyes and trying to make no noise, pretend he wasn't there.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-28 10:43 pm UTC (link)

Greg was fairly engrossed with his task but he did notice Theo's legs pressing tightly around him; at first, Greg mistook it for a sign of arousal. And so he continued, only to come to in a moment as the erection in his mouth began to fade, and the legs still clamped about him, almost trembling with something akin to fear.

He stopped what he was doing, all of it, fingers out and mouth off, and rose on one elbow to look at Theo, what at this point was not doing very well. Theo's whole body screamed something that was not arousal and it looked to Greg like he was braced, trying to hide with his hands over his mouth and his eyes closed tight.

Greg leaned there as he realized what was happening, and then rolled onto his back, away from Theo, away from what he had done to him, again. That sinking feeling of dread was there; never mind his own painful erection pushing against his jeans. Lying there a moment, Greg squeezed his own eyes shut and felt the helplessness and disappointment wash over himself; the feelings were sharp and acute and in an instant, Greg felt horrible, dirty and wrong, so very wrong. His eyes began to prickle with something, burning slightly and he found himself sitting up and turning so that his head rested against Theo's upper chest.

"I'm sorry, damn I am so sorry Theo."

It came out with a strangled sort of sob, and Greg found himself crying, as silently as he could, for the first time, in front of Theo, unable to hold back the tears for their plight. Whether they were tears of frustration or tears of sorrow and regret, Greg could care less; it hurt like hell inside of his chest and his blind selfish actions had caused Theo to freak out, again. He wondered, only fleetingly, if he should be coming to visit Theo and put him through this time and time again; that thought only made Greg hurt more inside and he shoved the notion away hard in his head as he silently shook with the tears. He didn't touch him, try to comfort him or stroke Theo in any way. Greg just rested his head against the other boy as he cried.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-28 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Closing his eyes seemed to work to take him away from it, or so he thought. He felt nothing, and when he opened them again he was back, mildly back anyway, his mind wandering somewhere else. He lowered his hands from his mouth and looked down at the head of the sobbing boy nestled against his chest; it was an unusual feeling, to have someone so vulnerable and open but trusting against him. He didn't think he minded it.

He did mind the way those shoulders shook though, those hurt, deeply wounded little sobs tugging at places in his heart that he'd forgotten he'd had. He barely noticed how his clothes were dishevelled, reaching down tentatively to touch the head against his chest. "Shh..." he soothed softly, the timid flutter of his hand becoming more assured and smoothing over the soft fuzz of the very close-cut hair. He didn't really know why Greg was crying, wasn't even sure how he knew who this was, but rather than be back in Hogwarts with his boyfriend, he was here and now, as much as he could be anyway, with the man who came to visit him often, the only good thing he had to latch onto in this whole place.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-29 12:09 am UTC (link)

That gentle touch to Greg's head, comforting and caring, only made him cry more, now louder and Greg's hands moved to Theo's body, sliding underneath him and around him. He hung onto Theo, like a drowning man hanging onto a raft, feeling the pull of all of the sorrow pouring out of him. The bottled up frustrations and hurt, things deep seeded and better left in the dark, came out until it seemed like he had no more tears to cry. It didn't take too long; and when he was done, his face was red and blotchy, pressed against the fabric of Theo's shirt.

He didn't speak, or raise his head, but closed his eyes and took a deep sigh, resting there. He felt better for crying but still felt just terrible, having no control over his urges and having no way to express to Theo how much he adored him and needed him.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-29 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Theo was a little startled at first as Greg's hands came to slide under his body, but when he saw that it was just a hug he only cuddled back, his arms around broad shoulders, his hands still petting where he could, trying to soothe but not trying to stop the tears; he could tell when a good cry was needed and it seemed like this would do more good than bad, he hoped.

He let Greg cry against him for as long as he needed to, remaining calm and calming and accepting of how upset Greg was, not wanting to make him feel awkward and just wanting to be there for the boy the way he'd been for Theo, as far as he could recall anyway. There was still that leftover remembered fondness from times long gone as well.

He echoed Greg's heavy sigh with a slighter one of his own and didn't stop one hand from petting lazily, lost in it's own movement. "You don't have to worry." he said softly. "I won't tell anyone. You don't have to worry." There was no clue what Theo thought he was referring to just then, but his intentions were clear.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-29 08:45 pm UTC (link)

Greg lay there, feeling calmer for the comforting that Theo offered him, and he body relaxed more. He didn't know what to say at Theo's words, and after a long pause, "Okay..," and after another pause, he added, "I won't tell either," and he turned his head to look across at Theo's face.

"You like me, don't you? Even if you don't remember me sometimes? Tell me, Theo, what can I do to help you? I'm so worried about you half the time it makes me head split."

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-29 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Theo put his finger to his lips in a gesture of silence as Greg promised the same back; whatever it was it wasn't coming out into the open anytime soon. He lowered his hand as Greg looked up at him and looked away a little, his eyes skittering over the walls of the room at the question because it made him feel strange inside, twisted, "Like old rope, like old rope in my tummy, hanging..." he murmured, his voice low and almost inaudible like the patter of rain. He turned to look back at Greg and whined a little, distressed by what he didn't really understand. "Do it, do it, do it or you'll get the Crucio, do it or, or..." he stammered, stopped and the shuddered at what he'd just said, a tremor that turned into shaking that didn't stop for a minute or two.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-29 10:04 pm UTC (link)

Greg felt the tears drying on his face but he didn't want to let go of Theo. Of course, he got no sane answers to his questions but for a moment, he had had the hope that he would. He was still wrapped about the other boy, and he felt the shaking start and at first he wanted to hang onto him harder, to help him ride it out.

But it didn't seem to work, and as Theo went on about doing something or getting Crucioed, Greg had a vivid immediate picture of what it could be. His mind took him to Theo's dad, and Greg felt this internal certainty that Theo's father had done more to him than punish him. He used the Unspeakables on his own son, that much was certain. But he wondered with a sick horror if the father had done more to the boy. The way Theo talked, reacted to being touch, penetrated...it made Greg wondering with more disgust if Theo's dad had done more to his son, more physically abusive things to his young son.

The idea made Greg get angry; here Theo was, a wreck of a man, all because of Theo's fucking lunatic of a father.

Greg almost growled aloud and in a hoarse whisper he said, "If he were alive, Theo.....I would kill him. I would rip his fucking head off for doing this to you," and even as he spoke, Greg moved to release Theo, finding it important to look the other boy in the eyes, "Your dad is gone, Theo, gone for fucking forever. That sick bastard will never touch you again, never hurt you. I wish you could understand...I want to help, Theo. I want you to stay in the now, and recognize me and get better so they'll let you out to come with me."

Greg was certain that his words would make no sense to the other boy, and he found himself putting his hand on Theo's chest after he had sat up, looking down at Theo's strained expression, "He's never gonna Crucio you again, never gonna torture you or...touch you...He is gone...."

Greg's voice had faded as he sat there, the bleak feeling stealing over him again, so close to the heels of the crying.

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booksmart_devil
2010-06-30 06:41 am UTC (link)

Theo felt Greg hold him and the sensation was strange but certainly not unwelcome, in the part of his mind that could feel it. He looked back at Greg as the other man made eye contact, watching him as he said things that made Theo's mind seem to twist and burn, making Theo whimper and bite at his bottom lip to hold the noise back. What Greg said about his dad made his breath come quick, made him fight to forget the last time he'd ever seen the man, the shock of killing him, the relief of killing him, the nerve-piercing pain that had been the last straw on his abused and fragile mind. He didn't want to remember that.

The tension made him feel even more sick than he had been before and he curled his hand over his tummy, wanting to throw up but completely physically unable to; he put his other hand over Greg's on his chest. "A hole, a hole where there should be..." he spoke, his voice small and dry but he couldn't even get to the end of that sentence before his mind baulked and he shuddered again, one that ran through his thin frame from top to toe.

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