Post by kohane on Nov 25, 2011 10:13:07 GMT -8
Title: Like A Ninja
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE THEMES
Word Count: 288
Summary: He was quiet. Like a ninja.
He snuck out very quietly. Much like a ninja those Americans always go on about. He could even hear the ninja theme music playing in his head as he quietly walked to the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. He wanted someplace to think and not about ninjas. When he arrived he found a seat and made himself comfortable. He thought about Harry Potter, forced to enter the tournament, hated by almost all his peers, cute as a button, sexy as...as a....well sexy. He was small, but he had muscle under that taught skin. He was the perfect compliment to Victor's own large muscly frame.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud whoop. Looking around he saw the object of his current thoughts flying around the pitch like nobody's business. He watched the boy fly, doing loops and dives, before slowly making his descent. Quickly he got up from his seat and ran down to meet the boy determined to show him what a real man can do, nothing like those backstabbers he calls classmates.
When Harry landed Victor began clapping, and commending the boy for his excellent flying skills. He stood and spoke to the object of his affections, flirting like no tomorrow. When the boy began flirting back, face covered in a deep red blush, he took his chance and swooped down planting his lips to the small soft ones belonging to Harry. His hands moved to Harry's hips as Harry's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to the smaller body. As things continued to heat up, Victor, quietly, like a ninja, lead Harry back to his rooms on the ship. Harry and Victor couldn't be found by anyone for the rest of the day.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE THEMES
Word Count: 288
Summary: He was quiet. Like a ninja.
He snuck out very quietly. Much like a ninja those Americans always go on about. He could even hear the ninja theme music playing in his head as he quietly walked to the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. He wanted someplace to think and not about ninjas. When he arrived he found a seat and made himself comfortable. He thought about Harry Potter, forced to enter the tournament, hated by almost all his peers, cute as a button, sexy as...as a....well sexy. He was small, but he had muscle under that taught skin. He was the perfect compliment to Victor's own large muscly frame.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud whoop. Looking around he saw the object of his current thoughts flying around the pitch like nobody's business. He watched the boy fly, doing loops and dives, before slowly making his descent. Quickly he got up from his seat and ran down to meet the boy determined to show him what a real man can do, nothing like those backstabbers he calls classmates.
When Harry landed Victor began clapping, and commending the boy for his excellent flying skills. He stood and spoke to the object of his affections, flirting like no tomorrow. When the boy began flirting back, face covered in a deep red blush, he took his chance and swooped down planting his lips to the small soft ones belonging to Harry. His hands moved to Harry's hips as Harry's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to the smaller body. As things continued to heat up, Victor, quietly, like a ninja, lead Harry back to his rooms on the ship. Harry and Victor couldn't be found by anyone for the rest of the day.
