OI, i've just about finished doing all you people's suggestions even the REALLY BLOODY STRANGE ONES and now i just have to sit here and PONCE about the internet waiting for the hour to be over and twenty-two is my LUCKY NUMBER if you didn't know
I was sitting here, kind of lonely because it's too late for commenting and IMing and such, but then there was a THINGY you know the IM THINGY and I said I bet that's Colin back from D&D because he stays up late LIKE ME but I couldn't find the IM because there were WINDOWS EVERYWHERE and i finally undearthed and it was Colin after all and he agrees that I am a BIT WOUND UP WHATWHAT
QUIDDITCH SMUT FOR retired_ego YESYES, there is OLIVER/MARCUS and then there is SMUT and WHICH IS WHICH HAHAHAHA
CHOKE ON IT
"Out of my way, Wood!" Marcus snarled, giving Oliver a vicious shove with his broom on his way past the Gryffindor's Quidditch locker. Oliver glared over his shoulder at the rival captain.
"Sorry," he snapped, "didn't know this was the lane for Eighth Years!"
"Choke on it," Marcus replied, who had never been much for witty repartee.
"Is that the best you can do?" Oliver demanded, knowing full well that it was. "I've had better arguments with Bludgers!"
"I could snap you like a twig, Wood!" Marcus growled, taking a step closer.
"I'd just love to see you try!" Oliver spat, leaning up into Marcus' personal space.
"Loser!" Marcus snarled.
"Failure!" Oliver shouted back.
"Gryffindor!" Marcus yelled, as this were the most horrible insult he could muster.
"WORST QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN EVER!" Oliver roared.
"For the love of CRAP!" Cedric Diggory's head appeared around the corner of the lockers, dripping hair framing his furious face. "Can't a bloke even have a peaceful morning wank in the showers without you idiots waking the dead with your screaming!"
Cedric pushed past them, clutching his towel around his waist with one hand and his robes in the other. He stormed out of the locker room with a bang, not even stopping to get dressed.
"Thank god, I thought he'd never leave," Oliver sighed with relief, before pushing Marcus up against the lockers and kissing the hell out of him.
"Gryffindor," Marcus repeated against his mouth, in tones of deep authority.
"Mm, yes, Marcus," Oliver murmured dismissively. "We've covered that…mmm…wait a minute."
Oliver jerked his head back and peered at Marcus.
"What did Diggory say he was doing in the showers?"