Miles and Theo finally read Snape's scrolls

[miles_bletchley]

8 March 1997. Slytherin Common Room.



While Miles waits for Vincent to make an appearance, he studies DADA, determined to excel for Snape's leniency. The change in Vincent and Gregory is nothing less than extraordinary, and now that they're not a horrid embarrassment to Slytherin House, Miles feels compelled to help Vincent further improve himself.

Vincent heads into the common room, a book tucked in the crook of his arm, and he finds Miles after a moment of looking, taking a seat next to him and waiting patiently for him to finish the page.

Miles expects the interruption, but Vincent sits, apparently patience being another one of his gains, and it allows Miles the opportunity to find an appropriate stopping point in the text. He shuts his book and looks at Vincent, smile slim. "A brilliant change you and Gregory have undergone."

Vincent nods. "Yes, it is."

"You're both due for another change." Miles sweeps a look over Vincent, his mouth curling at the corner in distaste. "Your wardrobe is horrendous, and you're intelligent enough now to at least be aware of it. I'm going to help you make the appropriate corrections."

"Are you?" Vincent stares at Miles. "Well, I suppose a thank you is in order."

"It will be." Miles stands, tucking his book under his arm, and leads Vincent to the seventh-year dorms.

~*~

Miles is in the middle of explaining to Vincent the importance of appearances and what changes he needs to make to his own clothing choices — even offers Vincent the name of his tailor — when his journal chimes. Miles walks away from his trunk and continues his explanation as he plucks his journal off the bed, glancing at the entry. He frowns and writes Theo a quick response. The journal chimes again as he's setting it down.

"Excuse me," he says politely to Vincent, and composes another response.

Vincent eyes Miles in amusement. "Something pressing, is it?"

"Hardly." Miles reads Theo's latest comment and then snaps his journal shut. He reaches into his trunk for the scroll that Professor Snape gave them last week and continues to chat about what Vincent needs to do in order to look more presentable. He's discussing the importance of a good linen shirt and stops, the rest of the explanation dying as he stands silent and still, scanning the scroll. He blinks and hastily rolls it up, flashing Vincent a thin smile over his shoulder. "Apparently, this is more pressing than I anticipated," he says, reaching for his journal again.

"I think I've learned enough, Miles." Vincent smiles. "I'll see myself out."

"We can chat a bit more later, if you'd like." Miles motions to the slip of parchment in Vincent's hand. "That tailor is brill, though. He'll give you a good start."

"Thank you," Vincent says with a nod. "I'll let you about your business, then."

Once Vincent's out of the door, Miles looks at the scroll again in disbelief. This has to be a mistake, but Professor Snape doesn't make mistakes, and Miles— He can't possibly comprehend the use of something this— His journal chimes, and he flips it open. His reply is hastily scrawled as he tucks the scroll under his arm and hurries to the Room of Requirement.

~*~

Theo hurries down the hall to the Room of Requirement, his scroll tucked under his arm and journal open.

Miles reaches the Room of Requirement and breathes out slowly. He opens the door, and the room is rather nice, welcoming, certainly nothing of the dungeon that the scroll mentioned, where people engaged indecently in whatever that terribly long term was that started with an S.

Theo gives a lopsided smile when he sees Miles. "I do believe Professor Snape is trying to make us miserable."

Miles shuts the door and holds up the scroll. "This is our punishment for getting caught."

"I think having 15 points removed was our punishment. This is just Professor Snape being evil."

Miles drops into the vacant chair and sets his scroll and journal on the table. He stares at Theo's scroll and then asks in a neutral tone, "Do we have the same scroll?"

"Mine has something about ... masochism?" Theo offers. "Let's trade."

Miles slides his scroll across the table and takes Theo's. It's not much better than his was. The details are different, but the explanations are just as mortifying. "You—" He stops and shakes his head. "We're being punished for our indiscretion."

"You're obsessed with punishment," Theo laughs, and then he sets the scrolls aside, cupping Miles' face and kissing him. "Relax, all right?"

"How can I possibly relax? These scrolls are— They're indecent!"

Theo smiles at Miles. "Indecent? This coming from the boy who tied me up and gagged me in his dorm room? Or choked me in an empty classroom?"

"There are—" Miles looks away and shoves the scroll into Theo's hand. "You made me horribly mad. I'm all right now."

"Are you?" Theo skirts the table and slides into Miles' lap, offering his throat. "You don't have any urge to strangle me?"

"No," Miles says, pointedly meeting Theo's eyes as his fingers clench around Theo's hips, his pulse spiking at the weight of Theo in his lap. "I'm not barmy."

"All right," Theo says agreeably, and he lowers his head to snag Miles' bottom lip in a soft suck as he pushes Miles' robes off his shoulders.

Snogging is much better than talking, so Miles bends to it, slipping his hands up Theo's side and back as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He licks Theo's lips apart, flushing warm from the slide of their tongues, and avoids any thoughts about Theo's neck or bruises or those horrid scrolls.

Theo breathes a soft sound as he sucks on Miles' tongue, and goes to the knot of Miles' tie, slowly pulling the tie loose and letting it slide through his fingers.

Miles feels the tug of his tie, and he can't help a small laugh as he nips Theo's bottom lip. "You're undressing me."

"I am," Theo agrees as he shrugs out of his own robes. Theo makes a small sound of surprise when the chair beneath them changes, starts adjusting, leaning them back, but he ignores it, slowly unfastening each button on Miles' shirt, his heart pounding with excitement.

Miles makes a startled sound when the back of the chair vanishes and his legs are forced straight. He falls back, clutching Theo's arms, and turns his head to discover that the chair is transforming into a large bed. It's obvious what Theo wants, given where they are, obvious what they're about to do. Miles hadn't expected anything so blatant, though. He captures Theo's hands with a smile, nibbling on Theo's knuckles as he asks, "What other secrets are you putting in here?"

"I guess whatever it is that the room thinks we might need," Theo says with a shrug, smoothing his mouth down Miles' throat.

A shiver races through Miles, his skin prickling, as he threads his fingers into Theo's hair and bites the line of Theo's jaw. "And what do you need?"

"You and a bed works pretty well to begin with."

With a soft laugh, Miles stops talking and provides, rolling Theo onto his back. Miles rids himself of the irritation of his shirt being half undone — almost removes it but thinks better of it and simply buttons it back up — and then works on undressing Theo, breathing slowly to slow the race of his heart, moving methodically — tie, shirt, shoes, socks and then Theo's trousers and knickers.

Theo flushes under Miles' regard, sitting up and stealing a kiss as he works at Miles' belt.

Miles pushes away Theo's hands and bears him down to the mattress again, sliding his leg between Theo's and gripping Theo's hip to keep him pinned there. He nibbles Theo's bottom lip and loosely curls his left hand around Theo's cock, squeezing as he kisses Theo, filthy and hot, to distract him.

Theo breathes a surprised moan, opening to the thrust of Miles' tongue, and he rubs shamelessly against Miles, his cock growing harder with every squeeze of Miles' hand.

Miles rubs the head of Theo's cock, his own lengthening in his trousers, and groans from all of Theo's squirming. He gets the point — Theo's certainly insistent enough — and speeds up his strokes, trying to be moderately considerate and not rub Theo's cock raw. He refuses to lick his hand, finds the thought of it disgusting, and can't imagine requesting lubrication after the embarrassment of those scrolls. Miles works Theo's cock, slowing the pump of his fist and pulsing his grip for a new sensation and bites and sucks at Theo's mouth.

"You're an arse," Theo laughs playfully, and grabs Miles' hand, staring at Miles with a heated look as he curls his tongue around Miles' thumb like it's Miles' cock.

Miles glares at the name calling. He stiffens when Theo's lips close around his thumb, frowning in distaste, about to jerk away. But then he shivers from the slow, teasing glide of Theo's tongue, expression going slack, pleasure worming its way through him like the tip of Theo's tongue against his knuckle. "Berk," he says breathlessly and shifts to alleviate the pressure in his trousers. "Are you done?"

"Hardly." Theo licks the tip of Miles' index finger. "If you don't like to hurt me, you should be careful with the merchandise."

"I was being careful, you prat."

"Name calling." Theo shakes his head and licks a line up Miles' palm. "Naughty."

Miles curls his fingers on reflex, the rasp of Theo's tongue ticklish. "Merlin, that's enough." He snatches his hand back and wraps it round Theo's erection, moving his fist in tight, quick strokes. "Better?"

Theo's lips part, and he arches, his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks. "Yes," he sighs.

Miles smirks and bends for a kiss, snagging Theo's bottom lip, a breathless moan escaping his lips when Theo grabs for him.

Theo cranes his neck to kiss Miles hungrily, cupping his hand over the back of Miles' neck to keep him pressed close.

Miles flushes, hot from the press of Theo's body and the slide of their mouths. He squeezes Theo's cock, shivering from the rub of the head against his stomach and the damp trail of pre-come that he can feel wetting his shirt. Miles doesn't move slowly, but this is— Miles and Theo are together in this, and it's that much more personal, more intimate, makes Miles flush hotter as he curls his tongue around Theo's again.

Theo's gasp rattles in his chest, and he bends to Miles, hands going to the bed to grip the blankets in tight fists. He mewls as he comes, his vision flashing white for a moment before he slumps to the bed, chest heaving as he gasps for air.

Miles shudders and strokes Theo through his orgasm, detaching Theo's left hand from the bed and putting it on his waist so he can feel the flex and curl of Theo's fingers.

Theo stares up at Miles through his eyelashes, gripping Miles tight, Miles' shirt wrinkled from his grip. He bends forward for another hard kiss, sucking at Miles' lips.

Miles sighs against Theo's mouth, parting his lips for the slide of Theo's tongue, sucking it gently into his mouth as he continues to stroke Theo's cock, the slide easy and slow.

Theo squirms as Miles pushes him, stroking him into sensitivity, hands clenching on Miles' shirt until he pulls up enough to slide his hand beneath Miles' shirt to touch skin.

Miles starts when he feels Theo's hands beneath his shirt and accidentally bites down on Theo's upper lip, a shiver trembling through him.

Theo shudders, flushing with heat at the surprising sting of pain. He draws one hand away to cup Miles' jaw for a kiss, his other hand curling around to press against the small of Miles' back.

"You can't possibly come again," Miles teases, voice tinged with laughter. He squeezes Theo's cock and then releases it, skimming his come-sticky hand up Theo's side as he claims another kiss.

Theo shivers as they kiss, drawing his nails lightly against the small of Miles' back. "Haven't you ever?"

Miles stares down at Theo, his expression as open and innocent as he can make it. "Haven't I ever what?"

"Come more than once," Theo answers affectionately.

"That's scandalous." The bed is large enough that Miles can stretch out beside Theo. He lays on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms, and kicks off his shoes. "This bed is splendid."

"Thank the room," Theo says, turning on his side and propping his face on his palm. He reaches out to Miles with his other hand, brushing his fingers down the length of Miles' body.

"That's barmy." Miles sighs, surprisingly relaxed. After a moment, he asks, "So what are we supposed to do with those scrolls?"

"Read them?" Theo suggests.

Miles flashes Theo a mildly annoyed look. "You can have my scroll, then. I have no intention of reading any more. I have enough to read."

Theo pulls his hand away from Miles, uncomfortably aware of how naked he is compared to Miles. "There's no rule saying you have to read it now."

"Or ever," Miles agrees, catching Theo's hand and shifting closer.

"Professor Snape wouldn't have give us the scrolls just for the hell of it," Theo says thoughtfully, interlacing their fingers.

"Of course not, but we're not—" Miles squeezes Theo's hand, testing the fit of their fingers. "We're fine now."

"I—was never angry with you for hurting me," Theo says slowly. "I was angry at how you always made me vulnerable while you were trying so hard to be distant."

Miles goes still and stares at their clasped hands. "It was an arrangement." He falls silent and lifts his eyes to Theo's face, stroking Theo's thumb. "Until you let me choke you."

"It was," Theo agrees. "It was just a game that I wanted to win."

Miles drops his gaze and takes his hand back, turning onto his side. "Precisely. It was only a game."

"It isn't that way anymore," Theo says baldly.

"No," Miles agrees as he touches Theo's shoulder, coasting his fingers down Theo's arm.

Theo rolls onto his stomach, pressing his arm against Miles. He's kind of cold, and the room warms up fro him, his chilled goosebumps fading. He lays his head on his hands and turns his head to look at Miles.

Miles pets Theo's back, trailing his fingertips up Theo's spine. He's fine with the silence, having endured many frigid dinner conversations and holidays that may as well have been spent alone. So Miles quietly touches Theo, shutting his eyes and tracing the shape of Theo's shoulder and the plane of his back.

The way Miles touches him has a strange sort of tenderness to it, and Theo finds himself lulled by the gentle stroke of Miles' fingers. He basks in Miles' attention for several minutes before he says, "I'm surprised you're not asking me to reciprocate."

Miles hums his question but then opens his eyes, focusing on Theo's face as he continues his lazy petting. "We don't have an arrangement anymore. It's not important."

Theo gives Miles a bright smile. "That just means I can do it because it's fun now." Theo puts on his best innocent face and scoots closer to Miles.

"Is there something you want?" Miles asks, feigning the same innocence as he trails his nails up Theo's back.

"Just you," Theo answers, and the novelty of being honest brings a flush to his cheeks.

Miles lowers his eyes, pleasure curling warm and soft through him, and he drops a kiss to Theo's arm. "Let's stay here for the rest of the day. This is pleasant."

"I'm likely to fall asleep," Theo sighs.

"Then fall asleep. We won't get caught here."

Theo smiles and tucks himself against Miles' side, sliding his arm over Miles' waist.