Red Card
by Silvia
"Red card!" said Dean furiously.
"In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"
"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.
"Let me-" says Marcus, abrupt, reaching forward with his wand, and "no," Draco replies. Pulls back, scowling, and Marcus is grabbing his hand.
Blood smears on it, diluted with sweat, and Marcus makes a frustrated sound as Draco continues to wiggle back into the wall, eyes narrowed with distrust (the bloody nose occurred when Marcus knocked him off his broom, and he's not about to let Marcus any closer, he's not).
Marcus makes the frustrated sound and runs his hand through his hair, smearing a bit of the blood on his forehead. He growls, "You're being five," and tucks the wand back in his pocket, and Draco says, "I'm thirteen," and Marcus grins sharply and twists Draco's wrist back and off his face, and Draco yelps, and Marcus says, "maybe six," and presses his thumb to Draco's lips to stop the snide retort.
Draco just stops, and sucks in a breath, rattling in this throat. And Marcus is a little startled, and looks down at his thumb, which is getting sticky and red. Wipes it across Draco's cheekbone, which leaves a streak.
Draco's breathing sounds funny and tight, which Marcus first thought was the fucked up nose, except now he's not so sure about that anymore.
"I'm thirteen," Draco murmurs, and then he leans forward and presses his mouth against Marcus', their teeth clacking together. He winces when his nose mashes against the side of Marcus' face, but opens his mouth and sucks on Marcus' tongue with small panting breaths.
Marcus almost can't breathe from the thick wet smell in the air, mixed with the dirt and grass, but Draco tastes like a tinge of metal, and it reminds him of the potions his father dared him to taste when he was young -- to remind him that he was a man. Men take chances.
Draco's mouth moves like them too, all liquid, and his hands are at Marcus' shoulder, expanding and contracting with the winces of his neck, every time Marcus yanks him closer.
"Let me-" Marcus says again when Draco steps back, shoulders straightening and face settling back into cold and firm.
"It's fine," Draco says, and the bleeding has mostly stopped, so he's probably right.