thebayrd: ::stumbles out of the fireplace, looking a little dazed, a little more confused:: thomas_m_riddle: *jumps up from his seat* What the bloody hell are you doing here? thomas_m_riddle: *blinks* thomas_m_riddle: And you're all covered with soot by the way. thomas_m_riddle: *whipes Tyb's cheek* there you go. thebayrd: ::...oh, Merlin, and he just bought bloody new robes and had them cleaned and everything and--:: ...who in hell are-- ::...whoa, boy.:: thomas_m_riddle: I'd say... since you're the one who's appeared in a foreign fireplace, how about you being the first to introduce yourself, hm? *looks him up and down, smirks, looks into Tyb's eyes again.* thebayrd: ::blinks, widely, light blue eyes widened in startlement -- he knew he shouldn't have trusted the bloody floo powder, this is just like his bloody luck...:: ...all right. I'm...Tybalt. And I don't think I entirely intended to appear in your bloody fireplace, of all places. ::tries to wipe another smudge of dirt from his own jaw.:: thomas_m_riddle: Why 'in my fireplace of all places'? You think there's something wrong with my fireplace? thomas_m_riddle: *squares shoulders* thebayrd: ...no, I wasn't. Insulting your fireplace, for Merlin's sake, I was just-- it was. You know. A turn of. Er. Phrase. thomas_m_riddle: A turn of phrase? 'Hey, I didn't mean to kill you of all people, really.' thomas_m_riddle: *turns, walks back to his seat, sits down* thomas_m_riddle: *plays with his wand* thebayrd: ... ::just one of those questions he has to indulge in, mentally --why do I always come across the bloody crazy ones?:: ...er. Look. ::blinks:: ...I'm terribly sorry about the fireplace. But I really. Should be. Er. Getting back to. Where it was I was trying to go. thomas_m_riddle: I wouldn't try that if I were you. This is my fireplace and it follows my rules, no stepping into it without Slytherin-blood in you. Pity. thomas_m_riddle: I'm just wondering why in the world it let you use it. thebayrd: ::swallows, then offers up what he hopes is a cocky grin, though he doesn't feel so very sure of himself:: ...but I. Er. Am a Slytherin...? thomas_m_riddle: *wants to smack him, doesn't do it though* Yes, well, maybe you should just go and try you look. But don't expect me to contact your mother and explain why in the world your intestines collided with my walls. Hey, but do expect me to contact her. She'll have to pay the char-woman. thebayrd: .....look. I'm not a very brave person; I never have been, and frankly, I never will be. So, if you're trying to make me feel a little ill, then, well, definitely, you've succeeded. ::swallows, trying not to look as nervous as he feels. Oh, yes. Definitely the crazy ones. Always the crazy ones.:: ...can I just. Can I just go now? thomas_m_riddle: Well, if you really want to, as I said, go ahead. thebayrd: ...yes, well, you see -- I like my intestines where they are, you know. thomas_m_riddle: Well, then sit down and have a chat with me, will you? thebayrd: ....uhm. All right...? ::blinks around, looking for a suitable place to sit.:: thomas_m_riddle: *lifts wand lazily, conjuring another seat* thebayrd: ::sits himself down nervously, tensely, in it:: thomas_m_riddle: So, where did you originally want to go before you stepped out of my fireplace of all places? thomas_m_riddle: Here, take a cookie. thomas_m_riddle: *hands him a jar* thebayrd: ...just. A friend's house. I wanted to, ah, thank him, for something he'd done for me... ::blinks down at the cookie jar, and then takes it, cocking a brow as he looks up at the other::...these cookies will, I hope, do nothing to explode my intestines? thomas_m_riddle: Well, I don't know about your intestines, but Marcus' didn't explode. And then again, I haven't talked to him in a while. thomas_m_riddle: Have you heard anything? thebayrd: ::frowns faintly:: ...how do you know...Marcus...? ::damn, if he doesn't look familiar.:: ...I guess. I can try a cookie, then? ::never accept candy from strangers.:: ... ::munches into a cookie, thoughtfully.:: ...heard anything about...? thomas_m_riddle: About exploding intestines at Hogwards lately. thebayrd: ::swallows the mouthful of cookie, shaking his head:: ...I've heard a lot of things. But no, nothing about exploding intestines. thomas_m_riddle: Aren't they the best cookies you've ever had? *plays with his wand again, looking at Tyb's lips* thebayrd: ::swallows another bite, tongue darting out unselfconsciously over his lips to lick off a bit of chocolate.:: ...they're. Well, yes, they're good. ::blinks over at him.:: thomas_m_riddle: *swallows, lifts wand again, ever so slightly, pulling Tyb's seat closer to his* Tell me, Tybalt. *narrows his eyes* Who's that friend you were planning to visit? thebayrd: ..just. A friend. ::don't give out names, Tybalt, don't be an idiot and don't give out names to this lunatic...:: ...he sort of. Let me stay at his place for a bit, when I was having some. Troubles. With my roommate. ...and you probably don't care about this at all, really, so I should just. Shut up. thomas_m_riddle: *leans over to Tyb* No, do proceed to speak. What's his name? thebayrd: ...the, er. Friend, or the. Roommate? ::like being trapped in a snake's eyes, he finds he can't even look away...:: thomas_m_riddle: Both of them, Tybalt. Do tell me everything, I have lots of time at hand. thebayrd: ...well...I really...don't... ::swallows, still unable to look away:: ...the friend, Terence, he... let me stay at his flat, when I was....er...in a bit of a tiff, with my roommate. Chris... thomas_m_riddle: In a bit of a tiff? Tell me about that. thebayrd: ...I... I really shouldn't... thomas_m_riddle: *leans even closer* You don't want to talk? thomas_m_riddle: *lifts an eyebrow* thebayrd: ...I...just, really, you probably-- it's very boring, it's-- not important, really... thomas_m_riddle: Do I look bored to you? thebayrd: ::no. You look -- very interested to me, that's why I'm worried.::...well. No, I suppose...not. ::swallows.:: ...just. We sort of. He sort of...we had a fight over, over some things. He didn't. Uhm. Like where our relationship...was heading. ...sort of. ::flushes slightly.:: thomas_m_riddle: Where was your relationship heading? thebayrd: ::bows his head slightly, lips tugged up into a slight, slight smile:: ...we're. Close, you see. If you-- understand...? thomas_m_riddle: What I understand, dear Tybalt it that you wanted him to be closer than you indeed were. And he didn't like that? thebayrd: ...it seemed, at the time, that he didn't quite. Return my affections with the -- depth, I suppose -- that they. Exhibited. Was made quite...terrified of them, I think. thomas_m_riddle: Would you stop being scared please? It's annoying. Especially when you're leaving out the main parts of your answers. How in the world am I supposed to understand you? thebayrd: I'm in love with him. ::says it softly.:: And I'm not sure if he's quite as in love with me, as I am, with him -- do you understand, now? thomas_m_riddle: *looks at his lips again* I suppose I do. If you're so in love with him, why don't you even tell me his name? You should be saying his name all the time. thebayrd: ...Chris. Warrington. ::it escapes his lips before he can even think about it, softly, breath passing his parted lips in a deep, faint sigh.:: ...I think. I need another cookie. thomas_m_riddle: *leans back again, a little smile playing with his lips, he crosses his legs* Didn't I say the cookies were good? thebayrd: ...they are. Really. ::takes a bit of another one, pensively.:: thomas_m_riddle: What is going on behind that forehead of yours? *leans over to brush back Tyb's hair and have a look at mentioned part of his body* thebayrd: ::startles a little at the touch, reacting to it all to instinctively by leaning in against it:: ...I. ::brow furrows slightly, cheeks slightly flushed.::....nothing of particular interest, really. thomas_m_riddle: *lifts an eyebrow* thebayrd: ::swallows, worrying at his lower lip:: thomas_m_riddle: *smiles* thebayrd: ::finds something all too snakelike, about that smile; shifts, nervously.:: thomas_m_riddle: *smiles even more* You don't feel comfortable. thebayrd: ...I can't say that I do, no. thomas_m_riddle: You should though. I want you to. *cups Tyb's cheek with his hand* Feel comfortable. thomas_m_riddle: *brushes his lips with his thumb* thebayrd: ::shivers slightly -- well, if he was supposed to feel comfortable, that certainly didn't help. He swallows, thickly.:: ...I'll...try... thomas_m_riddle: *grins wickedly* Try harder. thebayrd: ::eyes widen:: ...I'm. ...trying... thomas_m_riddle: You're aware of the fact that this room does neither have doors nor windows, aren't you? *lowers his voice* See, Tybalt, I'm only comfortable if you are, too, and I suppose you do want me to feel good since I'll be your only hope to ever get out of here again, don't you? thebayrd: ::see, now was the time when he was supposed to run, very, very fast. But-- there was no bloody way to. And there was this huge lump of terror in his stomach, but it was mingle with something else; apparently, the cookies weren't going down so well...::...what are you...? ::oh, but he knew, all too well.:: thomas_m_riddle: Oh Tybalt. Tybalt. You have much to learn yet. *wave of wand, two seats become one, Tom motions for him to scoop over to his side* thebayrd: ...I'm not quite sure I really want to. ::feels a little panicky, a little -- well --terrified, trying to pull away...and managing only to move closer.:: thomas_m_riddle: *puts hand on Tyb's knee, looking down to where he wants hand to be* Relax, Tyb, I'm not going to hurt you. Well, not too much that is. thebayrd: ...that's not. ::swallows again, fingers clenching into fists::...that's not very reassuring, you... you know. But I don't think you meant it to be? ::chokes back a slight, whimpering sound.:: thomas_m_riddle: *smiles, hand starts to wander* Do relax, it's gonna be much easier for you that way. thebayrd: ...what did you-- what did you bloody put in those cookies...?! ::can't stop the sound, this time, at that wandering hand:: thomas_m_riddle: Stop whimpering, Tyb, it turns me off. *hand reaches goal* thebayrd: ::he goes completely silent -- hips arching slightly, muscles tensing:: thomas_m_riddle: *other hand wanders to the frint of Tyb's robes, opens them* thebayrd: ...you're really -- completely bloody serious about all of this...aren't you... ::shivers, gulping:: thomas_m_riddle: I'm always completely bloody serious about things. *has rid Tyb of robes, both hands unbottoning his shirt now* thebayrd: ::Idon'tbelievethisishappening,thiscannotbebloodyhappening...!::: ::shifts, eyes fluttering shut, hands lifting quite of their own accord, moving through Tom's hair, trembling faintly.:: thomas_m_riddle: *grins* That's so much better, dear. I told you to relax. *gets up, sit down in Tyb's lap (facing him), finally gets him out of his shirt* thebayrd: ::hips buck upwards, fingers clenching a little tighter in that hair -- all he can think is, 'what am I doing' ... but he can't seem to do anything to stop himself, either...:: thomas_m_riddle: *finally, but fiercely meets Tyb's mouth with his own, taking his tongue with a passionate kiss, his hands opening his own shirt* thebayrd: ::leans up compliantly into the kiss, fingers trailing lightly down the sides of the other's cheeks, along his neck, to rest at his shoulders, kneading the muscle lightly:: thomas_m_riddle: *throws his shirt away, smiles into the kiss, moving his hips in a very unmistakable way* One of his hands go behind the other boy's back, pulling his chest towards him, the other down to Tyb's waistline, stopping there* thebayrd: ::presses up against him, mind completely blank -- well, not completely, because all he can think about is this, the kissing, the touching, the feel of flesh flush up against flesh --and inside him, deeper inside him, is a little voice that's screaming for him to stop now, because of...:: thomas_m_riddle: (Tom's hand, now in Tyb's pants) *still smiling into the kiss, feeling Tybalt hardening under him, then suddenly he stops moving, looking into the other's eyes* thebayrd: ::gasps, thickly, roughly, body tensing and stiffening, hips lifting, once, into the touch, then falling again, eyes opening, slowly, at the sudden stillness:: ... thomas_m_riddle: *starts pulling his hand out of the boy's pants again* Do you still want me to stop? thebayrd: ::nods, then shakes his head, then nods again:: ...I...I don't know... ::closes his eyes, lips parting, breath coming a little too quickly to them.:: thomas_m_riddle: *moves his hips ever-so-slightly, feeling the effect of it immediately as the boy under him reacts exactly the way he expected him to* Tybalt. *gets up, takes a step back* I did not put anything in those cookies. thebayrd: ... ::silence, for a moment, as he thinks this over, feels something cold, miserable, settle into the center of his stomach:: ...I... ::swallows, thickly, trying suddenly to scramble backwards, something of a spell -- internal, completely internal -- broken:: thomas_m_riddle: You're right, Tyb, you. It was you all the time. You won't be able to blame that on anything but yourself. *hesitates, wants to ask something, decides not to* thebayrd: ::swallows, wincing:: ...oh. Oh, shit. Fuck. ::face gone a little pale, words weakened on his lips:: thomas_m_riddle: *bows to take up his shirt, puts it on, takes his wand and with a wave of it conjures a door* Here, that door will bring you out near the Slytherin common room. It doesn't lead there all the time, so don't even try to come back with Dumbledore, even he wouldn't be able to find me that way. thebayrd: ::looks after him, speechless, before scrambling to his feet, hurriedly tugging on his shirt, the line of his pale, slim back shown for only a moment as he leans down to pick up his robes in shocked, stunned silence:: thomas_m_riddle: *turns around, warming his hands at the fire although frankly speaking, his hands could as well be what keeps the fire going* Tybalt, Tybalt, what will your boyfriend say when he hears about this...? thebayrd: ...Merlin. Merlin, I... ::eyes widen slightly; turns to him, hair falling over his forehead, some measure of fear in his eyes:: ...are you going to bloody--bloody tell him about this? What the hell kind of sick... thomas_m_riddle: Well, I don't know Tybalt. *turns to face the other boy, his eyes cold as stone and his cheeks slightly flushed from the heat of the fire* A minute ago that sick side you're now mentioning in something that's supposedly meant to be an insult, made you feel things you've never imagined to feel before - and don't even start trying to make youself believe you didn't enjoy it - so... things change, Tyb. Why should I not be the one to change them? thebayrd: ...I love him. ::his voice low, uncertain:: ...but you're right --I won't lie about it -- I did enjoy it. I wasn't referring to it as-- as sick, but to the situation you've put me in. The odd feeling that I think...that I think you enjoy it, more than you did, kissing me. ::licks his lips in memory, eyes closing for a moment, something -- strong, passionate, but needy, as well, flooding his features...and fading away quickly. A livewire of passion, Tybalt, potential all bundled up into a mass of nervousness and self-limitation.:: thomas_m_riddle: Tybalt. *slowly walks over to him* What happened in here will stay between you and me. You don't have to tell your boyfriend any of it. *notices something about Tybalt, cups the back of his head with his hand, proceeds to speak with a low-pitched voice* You want it to happen again though. *grins, nods slightly* You want it to become more. And soon, too. *pulls Tybalt into him, presses his lips against his, opens his mouth to let his tongue slide alongs Tybalt's, then pulls away again* thebayrd: ::he shivered at the intent in that voice, eyes widening, and then falling shut -- there was just the slightest hint of his body, inclining into the touch, his lips, leaning into the kiss, parting and asking for more...just before it ended, and he broke away from him, regretful, almost, but panicked.:: ...I. I don't know what you're talking about....besides... ::swallows, shaking his head weakly.:: ...I won't be able to find you again, if even Dumbledore can't. ::takes a step backwards, eyes fixed on Tom still, towards the doorway:: thomas_m_riddle: I will find you if you want me to. thebayrd: ::winces, weakly, opening his mouth, then letting it fall shut --bolting from the room.:: thomas_m_riddle: *smiles nastily as the door first closes and then burns into ashes, leaving nothing but filth and even filthier memories* I will find you anyway.