Alex is sore, his body already bruising where Adrian had hit him, his ribs sore, and the imprints of fists in his stomach already becoming visible. He reaches the door and leans against it heavily for a few moments. Debating whether or not he should let Dean see him this way. He took a deep breath and remembered that he wanted to let Dean know him.. .wanted to be completely honest with him and the stupid angry things he does for people he loves are a definite part of that. He knocks on the door solidly, hoping Dean doesn't think he's a complete fool.

Dean turns around from the drawing he's started. "Come in." he calls wearily.

Alex opens the door, wincing because he had hurt his wrist punching Pucey. He walked in slowly, closing the door behind him and staring down at his feet... afraid to see Dean's reaction.

Dean's eyes widen in shock as he sees the state you're in. "Oh my God, love." he rushes over to you, touching your face very gently. "What happened?"

Alex winces and shrugs his shoulders, then slumps against the door. "I was talking with Ernie and ... and we saw Pucey." He hangs his head, almost ashamed to show the after effects of violent side of himself.

"Oh God." he runs his hands lightly over your body, making quick mental notes of your injuries. "Come here...let me clean you up, then we'll see about healing those." He tugs you over to the table and pulls the stool over, pushing you down onto it.

Alex lets himself be pulled and sits down, wincing as his stomach contracts and reminds him of the bruises forming under his shirt. "You must... you must think this was stupid...I just saw him and... I didn't think. I just thought about him hurting you..." His shoulders slump again.

"I don't want to talk about him right now." he busies himself with removing your shirt gently. "He's not important...you are." Carefully he pours some cool water from the pitcher into a small bowl; he grabs a soft cloth and dips a corner in the water. Very gently, he dabs at your face with the cloth, trying not to hurt you.

Alex shrugs out of his shirt and sighs, closing his eyes and letting you slide the cool clothe over his skin. The blood is, thankfully, not his, except for a small dried tickle at the side of his lip.

He dabs at your skin until the blood is gone and very gently kisses next to your sore lip. "Let me work on these bruises now, okay?"

Alex leans into your kiss, wincing but still needing the touch of your lips, then he stills your hand and shakes his head, flattening your hand and sliding it  down his stomach to where the bruises are forming. "Leave them... just for a few days..."

"But why, Hun?" he looks at you, deep concern etched on his face.

He shakes his head, smiling slightly. "To remind me." he shrugs. "Don't think it's horribly masculine or something... they're not supposed to be ... battle scars.... I just..." He flattens your hand against them. "I just want them there for a while. That doesn't make any sense, does it?"

Dean looks at you sadly. "Pucey seems to be good at leaving his mark behind. I wish you'd let me heal them though...I'd heal mine if I could see them."

Alex looks solemn. "I'll heal yours. I told you." He looks down at his stomach, curling your fingers to run them over the bruises lightly. "This time he wasn't the only one who left a mark though..."

"I don't want mine healed any more than you do. They remind me of what he did." he caresses your skin gently.

Alex shivers and nods, closing his eyes again. "I didn't know if I should still come up..."

Dean rests his forehead against yours gently. "Why not? Do you think I'd love you any less?" he smiles and kisses your nose. "Nothing you could ever do would change that."

Leans up and rubs his sore lips against your jaw softly. "No no it wasn't that..." He laughs a bit. "I just didn't want you to be ashamed of me..."

"Oh, love. I could never be ashamed of you." he caresses your cheek gently and looks into your eyes. "Now, I may be a bit upset that you endangered yourself...even for my sake. I'd die if anything happened to you."

Alex laughs. "I take bludgers to the chest for fun, baby, you'll have to get used to me endangering myself." Then he smiles and his voice drops to a whisper, "thank you." leaning in for a light kiss and holding your other hand flat against his stomach.

"Bludgers are different, love." he shakes his head softly and kisses your cheek. "I love you...I don't want to lose you."

Alex takes his hand from yours and runs it behind your neck, making you look into his eyes. "You won't lose me." he leans in and kisses you lightly again. "I love you too."

Dean smiles and pulls you into a gentle hug. "Don't scare me like that again, okay?"

Alex both winces and moans lightly as Dean brushes against his bruises. He knows himself well enough, enough bludgers to the stomach and nights with Andrew, to understand his reaction - the pain mixing with pleasure and forcing him to focus...  He smiles and leans his head against your neck. "I can't promise that, baby, but I can try."

"Trying is enough for me...I don't ever want to lose you." Dean rubs your back slowly. "Let's go to bed, love. I'm tired...and you should be." he looks at you a bit apprehensively. "Would you...stay with me tonight...in my dorm?"

Alex looks unsure, but smiles. "I would love to, but won't you get in trouble?"

"No...I've perfected privacy charms over the last few days." he gives you a sly grin and tugs you to your feet, pressing himself against you. "Plus...I want you to make love to me properly...in a bed."

Alex gasps a little as you lean against him, then smiles mischievously. "Oh, ulterior motives, then?" He laughs.

"Mmm...you could call them that if you want." he grins and grabs your shirt up off the floor. "Lets go...you can borrow one of my shirts in the morning."

Alex takes his shirt and slides it on, wincing the whole time. I will, but I can't be running through the castle shirtless. Not with the bruises." He takes Dean's hand. "Lead the way?"

[Skip to dorm room.]

Dean peeks around the door of his dorm room. "All clear...not that anyone would care if you were up here anyway." he pulls you over to his bed and turns around to face you quickly. Pressing his lips to yours gently, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you flat up against himself.

Alex looks around nervously and then wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and smiling against your lips as he kisses you. "Someone will come in and find us. Will they attack me to defend your honor? Brave Gryffindors..."

Dean smacks you lightly on the arse. "I don't care if they saw us or not. They'd just be jealous that I'm in here with the best looking bloke in the school." he grins and pulls you up on the bed next to him, drawing the curtains closed around the bed.

Riiight Alex teases, but blushes slightly. Lying flat on his back and watching you draw the curtains, he relaxes into the mattress. "Mmm.. this is better than the couch."

"Much." Dean looks at you deviously and kneels on the bed next to your side. "It's terribly hot in here...don't you think?" he begins to slowly lift his tee shirt up over his head, and fling it to the foot of the bed. "Still...too hot." he pouts at you, eyes darkening with desire. Carefully he flicks open the snap on his trousers, slowly beginning to ease the zipper down.

Alex takes a deep breath and smiles, curling his hands on his own stomach and watching you intently, eyes darkening. "Oh yes, it is. Too hot. You should do something about that." A note of challenge, teasing, in his voice.

Dean looks down at you slyly and finishes working his zipper down. With one graceful move, he stands and kicks the trousers off. "There. Much better. Don't you think?" he teases, dropping back to his knees next to you. He lets one hand trail over his collar bone, slowly dropping over his firm chest. Gently grasping his own erection, he looks over at you. "Is this what you want to see?"

Alex gasps, that is certainly not what he expected, but the show is making him ache and he fights the urge to grab you, wanting to enjoy whatever you are leading towards. "I...That isn't what I expected...but I like it."

"Should I continue then?" he continues to tease, a very predatorial look in his eyes. Very slowly, he continues to stroke himself, watching your face for a reaction.

Alex does not look at his face, but grins at the new tone in his voice, watching his hand over his shaft instead. "Oh yes."

Smirking slightly, he speeds up the hand on his erection; he lets his other hand reach up to tug firmly at one of his nipples. Moaning softly, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back a bit.

Alex smiles, feeling himself growing more aroused, but refusing to touch himself. Instead, he slides his shirt off and lets his fingers scratch lightly against the bruises forming there. Watching your body and face and biting his lip at how beautiful you are.

Dean unconsciously speeds his hand up again, and his breath hitches slightly. He pinches the nipple between his fingers firmly, drawing a soft gasp from his throat.

Alex closes his eyes briefly and then opens then, training them on your face as you gasp, digging his fingers harder into the bruising and sliding them closer to the snap of his jeans. Almost breathless watching you.

Dean looks back down at you, his eyes dark with lust; he feels his climax approaching swiftly, his breathing becoming labored.

Alex slides his hand over his jeans, rubbing himself softly and locking his eyes with yours. "Baby... you are so... that is so hot..."

Dean continues to keep his eyes locked with yours, the hand on his cock not slowing; his breathing shallow and quick. His body tenses and begins to tremble slightly, and at the last moment he tilts his head back, spilling himself over his hand with a loud groan.

Alex moans softly as you cum, rubbing his own hand hard over his jeans.  Watching your eyes at the moment of your climax and then closing his own, leaning his head back. He reaches for you with the other hand and pull you against him finding your lips and kissing you passionately.

Dean moans softly against your lips, his body melting against you. He pants softly next to your ear. "Did you like that, love?"

He puts his hand behind your neck and pulls you down hard against his lips. Oh yeah. words a hoarse whisper as he presses up into you.

Dean chuckles against your lips and kisses you back deeply. "Want you, Alex...need you. Inside me...just like this." he whispers against your ear.

Alex groans and pulls you down against him, nibbling at your lips and kissing you passionately, pressing up against you. Then he pushes you away softly. "I want to, baby. I do. But I don't think... I'm too sore to be any good..." His eyes apologetic.

Dean smiles at you and reaches down to squeeze your jean covered erection. "Mmm...we don't have to, you know...or..." he looks at you deviously again. "...you could just lay there and let me do all the work."

"Mmm" Alex moans softly and bucks against your hands, barely noticing the pain. He lets his eyes drift closed and reaches up to run a hand thru your hair.

Dean smiles and leans down to kiss your chest gently, he presses his lips against the bruises on your stomach very lightly. With one hand, he undoes the snap to your jeans and tugs down the zipper. Very carefully, he pulls your jeans and underwear down over hips enough to free your erection.

Alex groans when your lips touch the bruises, twining his fingers in your hair and clenching his eyes closed. When you push his jeans down he squirms, anxious to be free of them, mewling softly when you only push them down halfway. "Dean don't...don't. tease..."

Dean grins and leaves the jeans just how they are. He leans over the edge of the bed and retrieves his wand, muttering a quick lubricating spell into his hand.

Warming the slick gel in his hands, he reaches over and grasps your erection, coating it from base to tip.

He sucks in a gasp of air thru clenched teeth when you touch him. "Christ... Dean. .I ... "the words punctuated by panting as he curls his hands in the bed covers and clenches his eyes closed.

Smirking again, he throws a leg over you so that he's straddling your hips.  "Do you want me, love?"  he positions himself above your waiting erection and gazes into your eyes.

Opening his eyes, Alex smiles. "god yes. Dean. Love. Please." He groans softly and presses his hips up slightly.

Dean groans when he feels you pressing up against him. Positioning himself over your cock again, he begins to very slowly ease himself on to you.

Alex lies very still and closes his eyes again. Raising his hands to scratch slightly down your sides, his breath hissing.

Dean slowly pushes onto your cock, groaning as you fill his body. "Mmm... Gods, Alex. Feels so good."

Alex can't think. He mumbles something that sounds like 'yes' but all his focus is on the feeling of you sliding onto him. He slides his fingers to your hips and holds them tight, not pulling you but gripping your sides, his hands trembling slightly.

Dean seats himself fully on your cock before slowly rising back up. He looks down at you, carefully watching your expression, and slams himself down onto you forcefully. A ragged groan tears from his throat, and he digs his fingers into your arms.

Alex's eyes fly open, a surprised sound at the back of his throat and his hands clenching at your hips. His hips buck unconsciously up to you and he smiles, "Dean" the word both a question and a moan.

Dean begins to move his hips against you in a lazy rhythm. Reaching down to your chest, he pinches one of your nipples firmly between his fingers, twisting it slightly.

Alex moans, and closes his eyes again and throwing his head back, rocking his hips up match your rhythm. He gasps when you touch his nipple and takes your hand, dragging it down to his stomach and scratching your fingernails across the bruises, hissing breathe as he does so.

Dean smiles as he watches your face. He picks up the speed of his thrusts,  a sheen of sweat breaking out over his body.

A slight smile and another moan as you speed up and Alex begins to pull your hips harder against his at every down stroke, bucking up against you the tiniest bit. His eyes closed and head thrown back against pillows, his arms tense and shaking from the exertion of holding himself back, wanting this to last.

Dean groans loudly as he continues the quick thrusting; he looks down at you and caresses your cheek. "Come for me, love." he whispers shakily.

Alex gasps as your words push him over that edge and his tension breaks, his hands pull you down against him forcefully, gripping your own hips hard,  and he bites his lip as he comes, hard enough to draw blood, his whole body going taut and then shaking.

Dean smiles softly as he watches  your face as you come. Slowly he slides off of you and slumps down on your chest. "Like that did you?" he whispers.

Alex catches his breath and chuckles, pulling Dean into his chest and cuddling him close. "God, Dean that was amazing.... you... you surprised me."

Dean grins slyly, tracing small circles on your chest. "Well, you looked like you needed it."

Alex smiles soft and traps your hand, pulling it up and pressing a kiss to it. "Yeah..." He pulls you in tight against him. "But are you are you okay... with... with that?"

"Ya...I think I'm okay with it. I just...don't think I could make love to you yet. I'm afraid I'd hurt you the same way Adrian hurt me." he says softly.

"You wouldn't." He shakes his head slightly and presses a kiss to your forehead, drawing your hand and flattening it against his stomach.

Dean sighs and rolls off, snuggling next to you. "I'm getting sleepy, love."

Alex pulls you into his side and smiles. "Right... sleep." He laughs softly. "I love you."

"Love you too." he reaches down to grab the duvet, covering you both. "See you in the morning then."

Alex chuckles again. "Yeah. In the morning. When I'm trying to sneak out without having Finnigan or someone defend your honor." He snuggles under the duvet and kisses your forehead again. "Night, love."

"Nobody's going to bother you, love. They know how much you mean to me...they're pretty cool." he smiles drowsily and wraps his arms around you.

"Mmm... if you say so. " Smiling and stifling a yawn as he puts his arm over yours and relaxes into the bed.

Dean snuggles up against you and lets his eyes flutter closed, sleep finally overtaking him.

[fin!]