Soul to Squeeze

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare chuckled again. "You wouldn't stand a chance if I decided to take it back," he said, the smug words laced with a hint of laughter. If Michael didn't want to give control back, Dare didn't think he could take it that easily, but he had a strong feeling that Michael wouldn't put up much of a fight.

For the moment though, Dare would let Michael have his revenge, but Dare would remind Michael that he was letting him. The arm closest to Michael wrapped around his back, and he purposefully played his fingers against Michael's spine, even as his other hand stroked through Michael's hair, trying to distract him. He wondered if he could get Michael to forget vengeance and let Dare pick up where he'd left off.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael laughed lightly, mostly because he knew Dare was right, there wouldn't be much of a fight if Dare decided to switch again. He might put up a fight, but in the end Michael knew he would let Dare have it back. The sensations of Dare's hands was a distraction, making Michael want to stop what he was doing and enjoy them, but he didn't let himself do it. He focused on the next mark he was making, a bit below the first.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare was enjoying himself easily as much as he had been when he'd been in control. There was something about lying there feeling Michael's kiss firm against him that made it hard to gather the energy to move. Still, he couldn't entirely relax; the feel of Michael's lips, of his hand moving against Dare's skin sent a constant trickle of electricity through his body. Dare took as much as he could, then brought his hands around Michael's shoulders and pushed him back against the grass again, hardly a heartbeat passing before his lips found Michael's.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had been taken aback by the change, by being suddenly without Dare's skin beneath his lips, but when he realized what was going on, he smiled and wrapped his arms around Dare, holding him close as he returned the kiss. His hands didn't explore, just for the moment Michael focused on the press of their bodies and on the kiss, enough to make his head spin.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare shifted his shoulders against the suddenly noticeable tightness of his skin, but for now, tried to ignore it. He'd forgotten all about this morning, and their time in the water, so it didn't occur to him that he was only going to get more uncomfortable as the sunburn took root. So Dare kissed Michael, and when he broke the kiss, it was only to skate his lips down Michael's neck, his lips curving slightly with the returning intent to create more marks. Michael was his.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael took in a deep breath and tilted his head away, silently encouraging Dare to go on. He didn't know how he had thought he could go on for any length of time without Dare being in control, it seemed so right to be like they were, with Dare in control. After a moment he started to move his hands again, attempting to return some of the feelings Dare was giving him.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare thoroughly enjoyed marking Michael, though it wasn't nearly the slow, methodical act it had been before. His blood ran hot and fast the entire time as he concentrated more on hard kisses and drinking Michael in than any pattern. Eventually though, he raised his head and looked down at Michael, chuckling breathlessly at the results of his enthusiasm. "It's a damn good thing you keep yourself so covered most of the time," he observed. Without his collared shirts and long hair, Dare would never have gotten away with this.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael let out a slightly shaky breath as Dare pulled away and he raised an eyebrow at his words before he glanced down, then he grinned. "Yeah, wouldn't want everyone seeing," he said, bringing one hand up to lightly touch one of the marks. Then he reached up and put his hand on Dare's jaw, pulling him down for a soft kiss. "I love you," he said when it broke, though it had been said plenty of times that day.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

God, it sent a thrill of warmth through Dare hearing that. "I love you too," he said softly. His eyes still glittered, but the emotion shone in the mossy green depths. His lips spread into a grin as a random thought he'd never carry through on flitted through his mind. He kissed Michael again before he could ask, and set himself to think of some kind of conversation that was safer. When the kiss ended, his grin returned, and he asked, "So, have I corrupted you enough yet?"

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael grinned and met Dare's eyes. "For now I suppose," he said, sighing. He had sucessfully pushed away the uncomfortable feeling from earlier, though it would probably come back later to haunt him. He thought, though, that they had done enough for now, he was exhausted from the day and, though he was very much enjoying himself, he could feel that winding down.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare grinned down at Michael. "I'll just have to corrupt you again later," he suggested. He was exhausted too, but he thought that maybe he was beginning to get used to the constant exhaustion of living at Hogwarts. Michael hadn't been kidding when he'd said that it was one thing after another. Dare shifted slightly to rest beside Michael, letting his hand move lightly against the marks on Michael's chest. "I might have gotten carried away," he said, his lips quirking.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled and looked down at Dare's hand moving over his chest. "I'm not complaining," he said, moving his eyes back up to Dare's. He wasn't going to object to the idea of doing it again later. He shifted one arm under Dare and moved his hand lightly over Dare's back, then he let his eyes move back to watching the hand move on his chest.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare arched his back slightly against the prickling feel of Michael's hands. His nose wrinkled in displeasure. "I'm going to have one hell of a sunburn," he said. His skin was already showing signs, but it was the ones he could feel that were more uncomfortable. "Crap, I'm going to look like hell for the next week." He'd said it mostly to himself, but he was under no delusions that Michael hadn't heard him.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael pulled his hand away and let it rest behind Dare, just lightly touching his lower back and avoiding his shoulders. Then he shook his head, "Nah, you'll look fine, swear." He couldn't imagine Dare looking like hell, even if he could see him looking a little worse for wear with the redness from the sun.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare arched a brow, but didn't argue. He wasn't going to waste his breath convincing Michael he looked like hell. Instead, he changed the subject. "It's too bad we're not in the same house," he said, still watching the path of his fingers against Michael's chest. "I've really gotten to hate curfew lately." Even if he couldn't imagine Michael as a Gryffindor, he could see them curled up in front of the fire together, and the picture was too nice to interrupt with the reality that they wouldn't, in case someone walked in.