Alex is sitting in the top row of the stands, leaning back against the bars behind him and staring into the sky, lost in his thoughts, almost completely unaware that the class he had been watching had left the pitch.

Brock strolls out onto the pitch slowly, a small book in his grasp. He spots you sitting up in the stands and begins to make his way toward you, smiling slyly.

Alex absentminded runs a hand down his chest to rest against his stomach, completely lost in thoughts he doesn't see you approaching.

Brock smirks as he moves into the stands quietly. "Stebbins." he nods in greeting.

Alex jumps slightly, startled out of his thoughts, then settles back and looks up at you, nodding once. "Dunstan, right?"

"Of course." he smiles coyly and takes the seat closest to you. "Glad to know you remember my name."

Alex shrugs and chuckles. "Well, sure. Good memory. How are you?"

"Very well, thank you." he sets the book on the floor of the stands carefully and brushes some dust off of his trousers. "And yourself?"

He shrugs again and leans back against the stands again. "Fine. Just thinking." He looks curiously at you. "Particular reason you sought me out? Or did you just want to be social."

"This is more than just a social visit. I was looking for you. I have...questions." he smiles over at you and gives a quick wink.

"Questions?" He raises an eyebrow and then grins, rolling his shoulders a bit and relaxing back, fingers massaging his stomach. "Sure."

"Yes...many questions. I suppose you're acquainted with Thomas?" Brock smiles at you charmingly, toying with the collar of his shirt.

Alex snorts, the laughs softly and rolls his eyes at you. "Acquainted? Yeah... you could say that."

"Hmm...well, I find him very...appealing. What do you know about him?" he glances at you curiously.

Looks at you curiously, because he can't tell if you're serious. "Know about him? Probably more than most people..." He shrugs. "He's my boyfriend, actually. You must have known that..."

"Of course, how thoughtless of me." he smirks slyly at you. "Doesn't stop me from wanting to know."

He returns the smirk, not near as sly. " 'course. I can understand that. He's a great guy."

"I'm sure...though that really doesn't matter for what I have in mind." he sighs deeply and leans closer toward you. "So...tell me things about him." he whispers in your ear.

Alex tenses, but doesn't move away, he turns to you instead and raises and eyebrow. "Things like what. And, what exactly do you have in mind."

"Tell me what he likes in bed...I'm sure you know." he says softly, running a finger up your thigh.

Alex chuckles, voice dropping. "Oh yes, I do. But there's certainly no reason I'd tell someone who finds him... appealing... how to steal him away from he." He covers your hand and moves it off his leg.

"Oh, I fully intend on fucking him. With...or without, your consent. So it makes no matter. Your bit of insight might actually spare him some pain." he scoots in closer toward you again.

He looks at you harder, still curious but with something underlying it. "Well, I'm sure you can try..." He turns toward you fully. "He told me you were harassing him yesterday... bringing up Pucey. You two were friends before he graduated, right?"

"Yes...Adrian is a close friend. He told me that Thomas was rather good. I just want a taste for myself."

"Yes... well. You see what it's gotten him. " A small smirk. "And you can certainly try for your taste. But unless you're going to be a coward and rape him too I don't think he'll go anywhere near you."

"We'll see about that. I am going to fuck him though." he smirks and lays his hand high on your leg again. "Do you love him, Stebbins?"

"Yes." he says immediately, automatically. "I do."

"I think it's...pity. Pathetic." he spits out, squeezing your leg firmly.

Alex grips your wrist harder and pushes your hand away again. "You think what's pathetic? That I love him?"

"No...I think it's pathetic that you're only pretending to love him because you feel sorry for him. He got what he had coming to him." he smirks at you, brushing of the sleeves of his shirt delicately.

"Well, Dunstan, nice to know that I'm so easy to read you can talk to me once and know my heart." He smirks again and chuckles. "But I'm not pretending. I was with him before that asshole touched him." He bites his lip and looks down at his hands, voice bitter. "And no one deserves to be raped."

"Depends on the situation  of course. Thomas pissed Adrian off...he deserved everything he received, and I plan on giving him a bit more."

"Dean told him he didn't want to fuck him. His choice. If Adrian can't take rejection like a big boy he doesn't deserve to be fucked."

"No matter. He's going to get it again. It seems Adrian wasn't quite as tired of him as we thought."

"Adrian doesn't know when to stop... unless he liked the broken rib."

"I wouldn't know. Well, Stebbins, I'm off to find your little boyfriend." he stands up gracefully, brushing the dust off his trousers again distastefully.

Alex stands, putting a hand on your chest lightly to stop you from leaving. "I really do love him, Dunstan. Whatever you think of it... I don't pity him."

"I don't care how you feel about him right now...though, you might feel differently when I'm finished." he laughs lightly, brushing your hand away from his chest.

Alex shakes his head. "I pity you, then. If you think people stop loving that quickly."

Brock leans in to whisper in your ear softly. "It never actually occurred to me that you loved him in the first place. After all, it's just a piece of ass."

Alex chuckles and whispers in you ear, just as softly. "It's never just a piece of ass, not with me... not anymore."

"Not anymore, eh? I'll make sure to tell him that it started that way then. I'm sure he'll be so pleased to know that." he continues to whisper against your ear, running a finger down your chest lightly.

"Not what I meant and you know it. Dean is special to me. He was *never* just a piece of ass." Alex shivers slightly but doesn't step away.

Brock lets his finger drop lower to slip under the edge of your shirt. "Don't worry, Stebbins. I'm sure he'll enjoy it. As would you."

"I don't doubt you know how to fuck, Dunstan." He whispers, then steps back a bit and brushes your hand away. "I'm just not interested."

Brock advances on you again with a sly smile, touching your chest lightly. "You want to watch me fuck him then?"

Alex resists the urge to step back and stands still, meeting your eyes. "Trying to find my own kinks? I don't hide them." He shakes his head. "And no, I don't want to watch you. I'd have to resist the urge to kill you."

"Then you'll have to kill me. But...I really don't think you will." his fingers slide down, resting over your zipper.

Alex shrugs. "Probably right.. You're not worth Azkaban." He shakes his head. "But I don't think he'll be fucking you. Not willingly. And if he's ever forced into anything like that again...." He breaks off, eyes hard. 

Brock grins at you again and begins to ease your zipper down. "Maybe you'll rethink my offer. After all...it will make things more pleasant for him if you're there."

Alex brushes your hand away and zips the zipper again. "Don't try that, Dunstan. If you want Dean going after me won't help." He takes a breath.

Brock smirks again, dropping his hand and wiping it off on his trousers. "Be seeing you then. Off to fuck your man."

"You'll be trying and failing miserably." He smirks softly and sits down again.

Brock nods at you slightly. "We'll call it a game then. Good evening, Stebbins."

Alex nods. "You've never seen me play, then. Good night."

Brock smirks and makes his way slowly back to the pitch.

[fin.]