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Greg Goyle (a_reticent_git) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-19 18:34:00

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gregory goyle, theodore nott

Who: Greg Goyle and Theo Nott
When: September 19th. Just at curfew time
Where: Prefect Bathroom
What: Greg wants Theo to have a nice long soak
Rating:Could get nasty fast so NC-17 just to be safe
Status: Incomplete/Closed

Since he'd brought Theo home, Greg had been toying with the idea of sneaking into the Prefect's bathroom. Theo needed some tender care, and Greg thought Theo should have a chance to have a luxurious bathe and soak in the best tub he'd ever seen. He had opted not to get Snape's permission, thinking that the boss man would understand that it was really for Theo's continued health. Instead, Greg had tried to think of a legitimate way he could get access to that illusive abode; it had turned his attentions to Filtch. He had actually offered to lend a hand to Filtch with some of the heavier jobs inside of the school as a way to butter up the caretaker. Filtch hadn't been too keen on getting help from Greg, but after one huge mess left in one of the Boys' bathrooms (Greg had heard it was done by the Gryffindors which had frosted him), he and Filtch had "bonded" over the clean up, which meant Filtch lamented and complained while Greg did the heavy cleaning. That had been the first time he'd lent the older man a hand; the next time he'd helped Filtch, Filtch had given Greg the key to use to go and see the inside of the Prefect Bathroom. One look and Greg had decided he'd have to get Theo in there.

It was late that Sunday evening, getting closer to curfew, and Greg thought it would be the ideal time to make an attempt. Armed with a copy of the key he'd made (he was no idiot!), Greg moved to the chair Theo was curled up on. He leaned over the distracted man-boy and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Come on Theo. It's time. Remember? I want us to go have a bathe."

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booksmart_devil
2010-09-20 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Theo wasn't quite sleeping in the chair he was curled up in but he wasn't really in the there and then. As much as St Mungo's had tried to give him peace and quiet it hadn't really worked out; that environment had been ruining him as much as being in his house had done, would have done, did do.

Greg's hut was different. Theo thought he was in Greg's head for one and he didn't force feed him for another. He was chewing at his thumbnail, a place that was always bleeding because he was always gnawing at it in one way or another; his thoughts drifted wwithout direction, touching on spells and curses and languages he'd once known, patterns of runes that became patterns on clouds, times at school where he held hands with Greg...

It was about then that Greg's kiss to his forehead brought him round a little and he stared up at his boyfriend before smiling in a loosely happy way that he'd never had, even before he'd gone mad.

He stretched catlike, so little of him that he barely made an impression on the comfy sofa and then looked up at Greg like he hadn't just heard that. "Mmm, what?"

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a_reticent_git
2010-09-21 01:33 am UTC (link)

"Bathe. You and me. Come on now," he said, grinning at Theo indulgently, "We best get a move on it, or we won't be able to make it in. I've got us a key to the Prefect's bathroom," he said, bringing the key out and holding it for Theo to see, glittering and shiny. Greg had worked extra hard to transform the piece of metal he'd bent into that key, a key that worked; he was fairly proud of his workman ship.

"We've got a date, you and me, with bubbles and scent," he said, putting his hands out to help Theo up off of the sofa, "Come on. You want to go, don't you?"

He chewed at the side of his lip, his hands still out. A momentary worry crossed his face; it wouldn't much work if he had to drag Theo there, kicking and screaming. That type of scenario would not be very healthy or practical; it was supposed to be a good trip.

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booksmart_devil
2010-09-21 07:33 pm UTC (link)

Sometimes, Theo did better with fragments of speech than with sentences - smaller pieces had more chance of filtering through into his mind without getting mired, stuck the way longer bits did. Even then, he heard Greg without really taking anything in, especially as he was distracted like a magpie by the shiny key.

His fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and take it even if he would cut his hands on the way it sparkled, but then Greg's hand was there and Theo couldn't help reaching out to take it, getting up because then he could hold that hand close to his chest, cradled like a baby.

The idea of having a choice was foreign to him and he looked at Greg with a slightly blank expression but seemed pliant and willing to follow where Greg led. Seemed he wasn't speaking much today either.

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a_reticent_git
2010-09-23 02:53 am UTC (link)

Greg moved them to the door of the cottage, grabbing their robes for the walk up and back, and he faced Theo, adjusting the thing about Theo so it wouldn't slip off. It fit him well enough, something pinched from his mum's house, and with his wand and the key securely in his pocket, Greg took Theo's hand and led him out of the cottage, and up the hill to the castle.

They slipped in a side door, and moved across the Great Hall, the sound of students voices absent. He led Theo up the stairs, and by some miracle, they passed only a few students who were far more worried about getting to their house common rooms in a timely manner. He stopped outside of the door, and glanced about, and used the key to open the door slowly. There was one there, and Greg felt lucky as he slipped Theo and himself inside.

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booksmart_devil
2010-09-23 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Theo held obediently still as Greg fixed his robe for him, watching Greg with nothing but absolute trust. His hand fit into Greg's like a key in a lock and he followed along without really looking up at their destination, seemingly happy enough to let his feet carry him along, Greg directing, although by the time the pair had reached the castle Theo was already a little out of breath and walking like he had cement shoes on.

He didn't really recognise where they were until they were shadowing through the Great Hall and even then his mind shuttered out the memories that tried to come back in, making him press close to Greg, trying to hide his face against his boyfriend but unable to do so as they kept moving.

The students they passed might as well have been ghosts for all the attention he gave them, shaking as Greg stopped them to open the door to the shower room. He kept seeing off flashes of colour, felt phantom pain in his veins and he took a few steps before cowering down against the floor, knees held to his chest by bony arms that came around them, locked up tight inside himself.

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a_reticent_git
2010-09-24 12:56 pm UTC (link)

Greg had let go of Theo's hand to shut the door, and he let out a small discouraged noise as he found Theo on the floor, "Hey," he said as he stepped closer to the hunched figure, "What's wrong? You're safe love," Greg said as he didn't touch Theo but instead began to disrobe. The clothes came off in a pile and he hesitated, wanting to comfort Theo and wanting to start the water going.

He crouched down by Theo, and smoothed a hand over his head in a petting gesture, "Come on," he said, crooning slightly, "Remember?" he said as he pointed to the empty tub, "Let me get the water going and I'll come back and lend you a hand."

Greg stood and strode towards the tub faucets, his bare backside revealing a dozen scars across his muscular back, legs and taunt ass. He bent over, and started the hot water and bubbles going. He turned back to Theo, intent on cross the floor and help Theo get ready. He stopped a moment letting his gaze move about the room, appreciating the windows and the pleasant scent coming from the bubbles. He ran a hand across his body, scratching slightly and then finding himself next to Theo.

"Ready?"

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booksmart_devil
2010-09-24 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Theo stayed in his little huddle, waiting for the mental shudders to pass, watching Greg as he undressed which didn't help him too much; he ducked with a little indrawn breath like he was about to say something or scream or beg... or something... but no words came and then Greg was smoothing his hair and that was all the touch it was.

He watched Greg walk away from him and the scars he saw made him make a sound, a low miserable whimper. He looked up when Greg came back and picked at the hem of his pants, looking down at his knees. "Something happened." He murmured quietly. "Something happened."

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a_reticent_git
2010-09-24 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Greg crouched down again and gently began to slide the robe off of Theo. It pooled behind his back on the floor as Greg reached out fingers to start on Theo's shoes. With hem slipped off, Greg moved to start on his shirt. At Theo's words, Greg stopped his hands and gave a small sigh, "What's happened then?"

He was patient but not willingly to dally; his fingers moved back to start unbuttoning Theo's shirt, then encouraging Theo to stand so that he could work on getting him undressed more.

"Help me out, here love. We've not much time."

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booksmart_devil
2010-09-24 10:31 pm UTC (link)

The once-sane once-Slytherin didn't struggle as Greg began disrobing him, and he picked up on the tone, the hurry in Greg's fingers as he was being unwrapped and bit his lip to stop the words coming, reading that Greg would be displeased with him and not about to risk the phantom ache in his body becoming real.

He moved as Greg directed like a little Imperio'd thing standing with arms limp at his sides but lifting his feet obediently to let Greg help him out of his pants. He shivered, his thin body defenceless in the cold, carefully watching the room for danger as his nudity made an even colder curl of something wrong creep into his tummy. "Hurry hurry..." he muttered back, barely audible.