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annoyed

Bath time.
Written for use in Slytherin House, may not use it...



Jack set the books Blaise had given him for his birthday down on the nightstand near his bed. He wasn't particularly sleepy, considering the three hour nap he had just had, but he changed into his nightshirt anyway. Once that was done, he glanced around the Dorm. Draco and his pals' beds were empty, Lord knows where they were. He missed Draco and his companionship. That had fallen to the wayside for several reasons, the main being his secret enslavement by Snape. Jack smiled oddly at that, and felt a twinge in his lower belly. A want, an ache began, and he turned, looking wistfully at the section of the wall where the secret passage was hidden. Master?. He sent. He waited. Nothing. "Bastard." he swore, and paced around the room. He was restless, bored, and horny, a bad combination for him at any age.

Derrick had a rather rough day of bossing children around, playing with the lovely ladies of Slytherin house, and had just finished a rather decent dose of homework. He was off to rid his body of sweat and uncleanliness for the evening. Of course he was a Prefect, but that didn't mean he was responsible. When he heard of Grim's dissapearance, he made little note of it. Everyone in the house seemed to hate him anyway. He whistled on his way down the halls of the boy's side of the dormitories, dressed in an emerald green terrycloth robe, and nothing else. Aah, to be a Prefect.

Jack had taken to wandering in his restless mood, and had found his way to the door of the Prefect's Bath. He had seen the inside of the Gryffindor one plenty of times in his youth, but never this one. He paused, running his hands over the door, knowing it had to be password protected. Everything in the castle, including him to a certain point was. "Hmmm... if I was a password, what would I be?" he mused, placing an ear to the door to listen, to see if it was occupied or not. He listened, heard nothing, then something. Someone was approaching from the other end of the Hall. He ducked into an alcove, and hid from sight, waiting.

Stopping to see a few of his favorite people along the way to the Prefect Baths, he walked right up to the photo of a monstrously hideous looking Veela in her monster form. Muttering the password rather loud - heck if he cared if other students were around to hear him - "Bloody handsome!" He spoke, and the Veela hissed at him, swinging open to reveal the door behind. Stepping within the door, he closed it behind him and was instantly assaulted by spicey incense, dark dim lighting, and an overall gothic atmosphere. He wondered, mind off on a tangent, if Snape ever frequented the Prefect's bath ... it certainly fit his style.

Having removed his robes and slipped into the warming, relaxing bath, he was pretty quick to fall out of it, loosing himself to his thoughts. Up to his neck in scented bubbles, the room dark enough that shadows flickered all over the place, hiding any number of things. He dipped his hands under the water and brought it to his face, wetting the cold skin with warm perfumed bathwater. He ducked a hand completely under the water, resting his palm on his lower stomach, fingers gracing the patch of hairs directly below his palm. A smirk growing over his lips .. he was all alone ... perfect.

Once Derrick had gone into the Prefect's Bathroom, Jack emerged from his hiding spot. He grinned. He now knew the password, would he go in? Of course. Would he go in NOW? Perhaps. Jack knew Derrick was a kindred spirit in the fact that he like to imbibe of contraband from time to time. He had never engaged in the hrassment Jack received, but he had never sought to help either. Jack was not one to hold grudges, and with a crafty smile, returned to the door, and spike the password to the hag in the picture, "Bloody handsome!". She hissed at him, and then admitted him inside.

Derrick was so deep in his relaxation, almost to the point of being asleep. All he needed was some hash. But he'd left it in his room ... damn. Oh well, next best thing? Oh yes ... that hand slowly moved to snake around his member, giving it a few good strokes. He heard the Veela hiss, and his hand paused, blinking. He was the only Prefect. He blinked a bit, wondering just what adventurous lady had decided to pop her head in to greet Derrick, a smile curling his lips as to whom it would be ... Pansy? ... Mmmn, no, Zambini ...

Jack moved along the walls, staying in the shadows, and he watched Derrick with an amused, interested grin. He saw him move his hand under the water, and knew what that was about. "Like minds...." he whispered to himself, and remained in the shadows, watching.

That voice was ... far too deep to be any sort of female voice. He blinked, trying to recognize it, "You sick fuck ... " he said with an amused sort of grin spreading over his lips, "Come to watch, eh? Or perhaps wanting to .. 'suck up' to the Prefect?" His eyes were lazily shut, his hand dipping back beneath the water once again. "Who're you?" He asked quizzically, his words slurring together.

Jack grinned. Found out. But then, he hadn't been trying to hide really. He would never have been found out if he had. He slipped from the shadows, his night shirt unbuttoned to the waist now, and swaggered to the edge of the bath pool, hands folded behind his back. "Tis I, the mad murdering Jack Grim...." he said in a low slow tone, his eyes watching Derrick closely. "Come to watch, perhaps. Come to suck up? Not likely." he grinned, then dipped a bare foot into the steaming water to sample the temperature with a graceful sweep of his leg.

Eyes opened as he heard the boy come closer, and the mention of his name, "Aaah, infamous Jack Grim ... So, have some fun with the Death Eaters?" He purred, eyes looking dazed as he watched him sample the bathwater, hand still moving generally slowly under the water, "Don't worry, I didn't pee in it." he chuckled, shifting a bit in the water, his other hand joining the other deep under water, as he was growing hard rather quickly at the thought of being watched. "So, our Head of House not giving good ... head?" He chuckled. Of course, rumors flew quite quickly, and it was amazing how they could be concealed from the subjects of such. He blinked, looking over at Jack, "Never thought you'd be a Teacher's Pet to that old coffin dodger." He sneered.

Jack's expression slowly shifted to one of cold and unreadable emotion. He slipped out of his nightshirt, and deposited it on a towel rack nearby then continued to stroll slowly around the pool, as if displaying himself purposely. "I wouldn't know what sort of Head the Head of Slytherin House gives Derrick," he said lazily. "I may be his prized student, but Jack Grim is no one's pet..." he said glancing down at the water. "Hmm... you may have not peed it in the water, but you sure scented it like a woman would...." he observed, then choosing to sit on the edge not far from Derrick, and dangle his legs over the side and into the water. He kicked them back and forth in the water slowly.

"Fuck you, Grim." If there was one thing he hated, it was having his manhood downgraded. He made no move to attack, but simply sat up straighter, glaring at the younger lad. He looked away after a moment, "No one's pet, eh? Then what's that collar you've got tied around your neck, hm?" Such an odd necklace, for a boy, "Looks like something a sissy like you'd wear. " He chortled.

Something flickered in Jack's eyes, a dangerous glint, and he smiled slowly, wickedly. "It was a gift, from one more powerful than you shall ever be Derrick... It is a serpent, the symbol of Slytherin House, of Salazar Slytherin himself. You should take care whom, and what you insult before knowing all there is to know." he said with a lift of his dark eyebrows. He then slipped fully into the water of the pool and looking away from Derrick, began a series of slow, easy crawl laps in the shallow pool-like bath.

Derrick glared at the boy, a year younger than him, thinking he knew all there was to know about the wizarding world. He grunted at him and watched as he swam small laps in his bath, "Who said you could use this bath? I don't believe I gave you permission ... " He raised his chin, signaling his authority over him. He still had a burning deep in his gut that needed to be satisfied. What luck that a boy seemed to stumble right into his path.

Jack continued with his laps and upon returning to Derrick's end of the pool, swam up quite close to him, so close that his belly moved between the other boy's splayed legs. A hand went under the water, searching, then finding. Stroking slowly. "May I please..... have permission to swim in your pool Sir?" Jack purred in a low deep whisper as he continued to slowly pull-off the other boy. His pale eyes were half lidded, a smile on his lips.

Despite the aching in his loins, and then the sudden feel of the boys hands upon him, it took quite a bit of control to get Derrick to pull a straight face. "You little slut." he let purr from his lips, hands at his sides, letting Jack work. "If you show me how good you are ... maybe I will." he smirked, leaning just slightly forward. Jack smelled ... different. He smelled of the wind, of musk, of ... experience. His eyes slipping shut, a soft 'coo' left his lips as he brought his knees together, successfuly locking Jack between them.

Jack was just as wanting as this other, and he was not known for being picky when it came to careful chosing of rutting partners when the mood struck. He slipped his free hand around behind the Prefect's back, pulling him into a gentle embrace, and rested his chin on his shoulder as he continued to stroke him off. "I am not a slut Derrick, I just know how to please, and how to get pleased..." he purred back, then nuzzled his nose just under the other boy's ear, and nipped softly, pressing his own erection up and under Derrick's balls, moving it slowly back and forth while his hand worked up and down.

Now, there was something that made Derrick jerk. The way Grim's hand slid around his back, and purred in his ear. It was so strange. Derrick wasn't a tart! He groaned and pushed back, feeling the other boys member pressing between his legs. He raised a hand out of the water, "Whoa, Grim ... I'm not ... " he looked down into the water, the boys hand still around his cock. A hand or blow job was one thing, but a butt fuck was another! He looked down, slightly pushing him away, growing more and more nervous by the moment. "You twisted sick slut, yes you are." He started to move, squirming to get out of the bath. Making it partially out of the water, he rested his warm backside along the lip of the pool, Jack's hand still around his cock, which he reluctantly started to pry off of him.

Jack opened his eyes, and gave an amused expression to the retreating 6th year. "Tsk tsk tsk." he said, "Such a waste." he mused as he let go of Derrick's member, and leaned back into the water, his own hardon looking like a thick fleshy periscope. "Didn't want to fuck you Derrick, well, OK maybe I did, but Jesus, I don't need to force you. I am not THAT desperate," he laughed then rolled over onto his belly and swam to the deeper end of the pool. When he reached it, he hung onto the lip of the pool and pulled himself up and out of the water. He sat on the edge of the pool, then leaned back, resting his weight on his right hand, while his left went to work stroking his erection ever so slowly.

He reclined back, watching Jack swim down to the opposing end of the tub. He made no real move to get out, just to get away from him. After all, this was his bath, not Jack's. He could throw him out, couldn't he? Eyes darted to the other boys hand as he started to stroke his own member, the tingling feeling of that very hand, just moments before upon his own, and he licked his parched lips. He couldn't help the feeling rising in his gut. He positioned one leg upon the pool side, his other still dangling in the water, as his hand went to curl around himself, fingers massaging his balls for a moment, before his slicked hand worked its way around his twitching cock, watching Jack with careful surveying eyes.

Jack's eyes were closed, he seemed entirely as ease wanking off with another watching, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, or he did this with some frequency. He made little sighing sounds, working his hand up and down his shaft, then down around his balls for a massaging grip, then down and between the crack of his ass where he kept his hand for a moment, moaning softly, then quickly returned to jerking his shaft again. He would appear to near a climax, then slow himself back down, panting, and chest and belly now damp with a light sweat. "It's nicer when a stranger does it Derrick..." he muttered, but continued with the self abuse.

Standing, waiting until his eyes were closed, Derrick walked around the lip of the pool and strode over to Jack's side. Sure, he'd said he wasn't a tart, but that didn't mean he didn't like a bt of good kinky fun. He reached out with his free hand, placing it over Jack's, his other hand falling from his rock hard member as he leaned over the younger boy, watching his muscles move as he worked himself closer to a climax. "You're such a good little slut, how could you deny it?" His cock brushed Jack's knee, and he started to lightly hump that leg, while his hand squeezed around Jack's shaft.

Jack's eyes shot open and he flinched when he was approached and gripped, expecting the worse, again. He paused however, and saw Derrick's intent, and a smile returned to his face as he was held and masturbated by the other boy. He was moving his hips slowly now, up and down, and wanted to be buried deep in the other, or vice versa. He was so beyond mutual masturbation and circle jerks. He moved a hand to encircle Derrick's cock as it rubbed against his leg, jerking him quickly to build the want even faster. "Just because you want to try something different, doesn't make you a fag, if that's what you are afraid of Derrick." Jack said with a slight pant to his speech. "You could take me easily if you wanted to... it IS your bathroom after all...." he said with a sultry tone to his voice.

Derrick watched as they stroked each other off, looking down at Jack with that silly grin upon his lips. He closed his eyes, a soft goran leaving his lips as he bucked against that hand. Looking down at him, he nibbled his lower lip, looking back up into Grims eyes. Not a fag? Then, maybe it would be ok to do it just this one time. He leaned down, covering Grim's lips with his own, hips bucking against that hand more and more. Jack actually tasted good. Never having kissed a man before, Derrick was keen to learning new things.

Jack moaned softly as Derrick leaned in for a shy kiss, and he was careful not to devour him like a tasty dessert. He pumped his hips up and down quicker, and watched the tempo he was taking with Derrick he didn't want him to come just yet. When Jack pulled back from the kiss, he whispered in Derrick's ear. "I want you to fuck me Derrick...." he moaned softly. "Show me who the alpha is in here tonight...." He said, then slowly turning and breaking Derrick's grip on him, Jack moved to his hands and knees, his head nuzzling between Derrick's thighs. He looked up at the boy, gauging his reaction as he slowly leaned down and slipped his mouth over the tense shaft before him.

Derrick leaned back on his haunches, he watched the boy knee before him, his broad back shimmering with water. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the boys lips surrounding his cock, as his hand slid down the boys spine, cupping the back of his head, holding him there, fingers lacing in his long hair. Certainly what Jack had just said was hypocritical, for he was in control of the situation at the moment. He grunted, his body convulsing. Sure, he'd had many a Slytherin bitch suck him off, but never someone so talented. He grunted again, doubling over slightly, "Uuhn, fuck Grim ... ha-harder ... " he peeked his eyes open, watching his cock fully dissapear between those lovely lips. Jack's humming and lip pressure a mad strain on his already pulsing, throbbing cock. Salty pre cum began to weep, a sure sign Derrick was very *very* close.

Jack felt the hand on the back of his head, and the tensing of Derrick's cock and the salty taste slipping over his tongue told him much. He suckled him for a moment longer, then suddenly pulled back and off of him. He grinned lazily at the other boy, watching his face color brightly and his sides heaving with his quickened breathing. Jack laughed softly, and while resting on his knees and hands still, moved one hand to under his belly and began to fist himself eagerly. "Now or never Derrick..." he grunted. "You want to be in me when I come.... it will blow your mind...." he gasped, nearing the point of no return himself. He hoped he had primed Derrick enough that he would lose any inhibitions he had left.

Oh yes, primed indeed. That mouth leaving his was like a blow to the head. Derrick lurched forward, forcing Jack onto his back on the tile floor. While giving himself a few more strokes, Derrick forced a finger up, and into that dry, tensed entrance. He worked it around a bit, surprised at the intensity of the pressure upon his one finger alone. His groin began to ache at the thought of his cock burried within that tightness. He pulled his digit from Jack, then positioned himself and began pressing into Jack. "Now... you pay for using my bath..." he grunted, and winced at the friction.

"Lubricatus!" Jack moaned as he arched his back in reaction to the dry, forced entry. He was so good with that spell, he didn't even need the focus object of a wand any longer. Derrick looked down at his slime covered cock, at first confused, then grinned. He closed his eyes as he worked it all along his length with a few more strokes, then began to thrust into Jack again. "Oh God, yes..." Jack moaned as Derrick leaned over him, pushing, pushing until he felt him slide past the tight ring of muscle and inside of him.

"Oh... fuck.... me..." he cried out, planting one hand on the floor next to Jack, and gripped Jack's leg with the other, lifting it up for beter leverage as he began to move in and out of him with fast and powerful strokes. "God.... oh God..." he moaned with each thrust until he was set in a rhythm, grunting with each thrust, panting with each buck. He closed his eyes, a sheen of sweat covering his brow. Good ... Lord he was tight. Tighter than any female he'd ever had. He continued to fuck him mercilesly, groaning and panting with each new thrust. He was almost there, his pre cum spilling more and more into that body. His body tensed, his climax ready to spill at any second.

Jack's body rocked with each thrust Derrick's made into his, and he moved a hand to grip his aching shaft, pumping it madly as he sought to catch up with Derrick. Both were so close, it wouldn't take much more at this point. Derrick, so new to this sort of contact, broke first, and with a savage series of thrusts, wildly uneven in pace, he came. "Oh Yes.... You little slut.... you slut... Yes.... yes..." he chanted at the top of his lungs, and even though Jack was sent over the edge by this, he hoped the damn place had silencing spells on it.

"Oh God..... oh God.... yes.... yeah.... yeah...." he moaned as he reached his own climax, spilling his seed all over his belly and Derrick's chest.

A moment later, Derrick fell onto his back on the tile, pulling out and away from Jack with a series of wet sounds. Jack moaned as he was left, shivering now on the cold tile, and then with a groan, he rolled over, and back into the warmth of the pool with a soft splash. He sank under the warmth of the perfumed water, soaking his cramped up body, then popped up to the surface again and began doing slow backstroke laps. He glanced over at the collapsed and muttering form of Derrick, and laughed softly.

Derrick recovered several moments later, and with an unreadable expression, watched the lithe form move in the warm water, back and forth. His mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions, not settling one way or the other about what had just happened.