Breaking Dawn ((Oscar)) [PG-13]

[Theo Darke]

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There is a ritual for whenever their evenings roll into nights sleeping snug against one another, skin on skin. Theo falls asleep first, blonde head tucked into the nook of a possessive arm, inhaling the smell of sweat with the faintest trace of a sated smile. Oscar watches him, eyes dark in the dying firelight as Theo's breathing evens out into slumber, a finger caressing the edge of his shoulder. Then, in the morning, Theo awakes first, eyes fluttering open to gaze upon the peaceful vision of Oscar's sleeping face, pressed so close their foreheads are touching, noses joined in an intimate brush. And it is Theo's turn to watch as Oscar sleeps on, the breaking dawn shining onto his glossy brown hair like an angel's halo.

Like every one of these silent, beautiful mornings of bliss, Theo smiles, small and secretive, and drags the duvet tighter against their naked bodies. He shifts even closer towards Oscar, eliminating the final shred of space between them, and feels a wave of warmth wash over his senses, running through his fingers and toes. He sighs in contentment, a happy thrum in his heart, as he presses his lips against the edge of Oscar's open mouth. It does not take long for Oscar to surface from slumber, eyes the opposite of Theo's sky-blue widening awake, then crinkling into a fond smile.

"Morning," Theo murmurs quietly, breaking the almost ethereal silence that has settled in the room. Upon Oscar's mirroring reply, he adds, "Sleep well?" Theo feels Oscar's arm shift to life, moving from its original position slung over his hip to caress a shiver along his side. "Oscar," Theo finds himself beginning to protest, but it is quickly swallowed by an insistent mouth against his own. He can feel Oscar's grin in the kiss, and cannot help but smile in return, enjoying the soft, shocking familiarity of swollen, wet lips. Theo's arms rise to wrap around Oscar's neck as he rolls over to straddle Theo between his thighs, pulling him down and closer into the slow, languid, yet fervent kiss.

Not for the first time, Theo is grateful towards his parents' tactful nature. "We'll take the twins to France for the week," his mother had said last Saturday, home for Christmas break, over the dinner table with a gleeful twinkle in her eye. "Your dad and I trust you'll look after yourself; you'll be graduating next year, after all. Why don't you invite your friends over?" Theo didn't turn down the offer, of course; when else were he and Oscar ever going to be left alone? It is the perfect Christmas present from his parents, Theo thinks upon reflection as Oscar bears down on him, duvet beginning to slip from his broad shoulders.

It's another hour before Theo reluctantly slips out of bed for a shower, with the promise of return straight away to a sulking, overly eager boyfriend. Eventually Theo climbs under the covers again to rejoin Oscar, this time with a tray of food for breakfast in bed. The two boys prop themselves against the bed board and tuck into toast and cereal, chatting comfortably, with the occasional playful flick of cereal at each other's faces. "So, what do you want to do today?" Theo asks after a bite of toast. It is the second-to-last day of their week alone together, before the rest of the Darkes return home, but there hasn't been any planning of activities to indulge in. It is uncharacteristic of Theo, and it has been the best, most spontaneous week of his life.

Outside, past the navy-blue curtains of Theo's bedroom, snow begins to fall. It is another ten minutes before either boy notices it, and they turn to each other in fond memory of last Christmas, when they had tumbled in the grounds for hours, buried in several feet of snow. It was yet another one of several flashbacks of Theo's time with Oscar, a memory nestled deep in his heart, never to be forgotten. "I suggest a tumble in the snow." Theo doesn't successfully keep the chuckle from his voice, husky and low in Oscar's ear as his teeth nip the lobe. He's not quite sure if he intends the pun, considering the temperature, but spur-of-the-moment was the definition of their relationship, and not knowing what was coming only brought a blinding smile to Theo's face. "What say you?"

[Oscar Flynn G7]

Ugh. His dream was good. No- it wasn't good, it was great. In this fantasy that played out in his mind, Oscar was perched on seven broomsticks, all hovering side by side to make an awkward yet oddly comfortable broom-bed. His legs were dangling casually over the edge of the seventh broom, as if he was oblivious to the fact that the brooms were hovering over 100 feet above the ground. He was looking up at the sky and peering desperately into the clouds. As he watched, snow slowly began to drift down around him - although for some reason it avoided his broom-bed altogether, resulting in Oscar staying completely dry. After a moment of watching the sky, streaked with red and purple from a setting sun, Oscar finally spotted what he had been waiting for. Far above him a small black speck was getting bigger and bigger. It was falling at a rather alarming rate. Before long it was close enough to be recognisable. Oscar's eyes took in the blonde hair, stripped backwards by the fall, and the slender form of the young man that tumbled towards him.


"Theo." Oscar's eyes flickered open slowly, wincing as light streamed in and his pupils constricted instantly. His grimace disappeared as Theo's murmur floated to his ears. Instead, he glanced down at his partner and attempted a sleepy smile. Theo's enquiry about how Oscar slept fell on dead ears as the Gryffindor groaned, a low, deep, altogether rather unattractive sound. "No talky. Too early for words from mouth." He lunged forwards and pushed Theo over and down into mattress, his mind revelling in the freedom the two now had. Admittedly they had been this 'free' for some time now, but it never got old to Oscar. Moulding his lips against Theo's he pressed down urgently. Oscar was not a morning person in the slightest; he was just a Theo Darke person.

Oscar was very much awake by the time Theo left bed. He watched him leave, wondering how on earth anyone could walk at such an ungodly hour without stumbling and flailing around. He listened as the boiler was triggered and the water began to tumble, unable to keep his mind from travelling into the other room. Normally he would follow Theo, but sometimes he didn't have enough faith in his legs to get him to he bathroom without falling; this was one of those days. And so he waited, and eventually Theo returned to him - bearing gifts. "You're like the three wise men..." Oscar muttered absently, his mind still in the clouds. "And I am Jesus."
Before long the two boys were eating Theo's tray of delectable things. Oscar felt very much like a pampered favourite son; Theo seemed perfectly happy to do things like prepare breakfast for him. Although he felt sparks of guilt at his own shows of laziness, Oscar liked to watch Theo be so organised and on top of the little things. He wasn't at all used to it. Oscar was used to living messy, eating messy, sleeping messy. One night he would sleep at ten, the next at two. Sometimes he ate lunch, sometimes he waited until midnight to raid the fridge. It was unhealthy, but it was Oscar. He didn't mind changing to suit Theo's routines, although he was aware of how he lagged behind; the morning in question being a perfect example.

Theo's question on what the two could do woke Oscar's mind up a little and set it into gear. He thought about the past few days the two had spent together; the relatively slow mornings, the regular trips back to the bed... or the couch, or the floor. They didn't have a lot of time left. Something productive had to be done. That something was apparently reinacting their last winter together. At Theo's suggestion of going for a tumble in the snow, Oscar's face broke into a reminiscient grin. "That was fun." He chuckled at the memories. "We have to!"

Suddenly energised by the thought of the activity, Oscar kissed Theo quickly on the mouth before he jumped from the bed, wincing only slightly as the cold air wrapped around his clothesless body. He made his way to the shower - stumbling at least three times, making Theo's former walk look even more graceful - and hurried through the ritual of washing, rinsing the night from his skin. Minutes later when he emerged, he found that his beautiful boyfriend had already cleared their breakfast tray away neatly and was pulling on warm ski socks. Oscar marvelled again at how Theo could keep his balance; the Ravenclaw was standing on one leg as he tugged on his left sock and yet didn't flail around hopelessly. Of course when Oscar tackled Theo onto the floor next his perfect balance was broken, but that was only to be expected. The two finished dressing -or rather, they finished dressing each other- and headed towards the back door of the house. Just before Theo opened the door Oscar put his arm out, halting him. He disappeared into the house and emerged a moment later brandishing two old Darke broomsticks. Maybe aspects of his dream would come true? Hopefully not the Theo falling part, of course.

A wave of bitter winter wind greeted them the moment the door swung open. Oscar absently tugged Theo's scarf around his neck and jaw a little tighter, first laying a gentle kiss upon the smaller boy's angled jaw line. Then he tucked both broomsticks under his arm, seized Theo's hand with his own free one, and tugged him out of the door rather fiercely. It wasn't very far to the local flying field but the layer of snow was already quite thick, giving the distance a feeling of never-ending vastness. The field of white brought another grin to Oscar's face and he laughed at nothing in particular, wrapping his arm around Theo's shoulder. "It's lovely, Theo! You're lovely. I'm so glad your parents left." His laugh continued. "Honestly though Theo... this week has been so wonderful. I just wish it could last forever..." He looked his boyfriend in the eye longingly. As always, there was no need to look away; Oscar could stare for hours. But he soon realised he needed to watch where he was stepping unless he wanted to break a bone. Righting himself sheepishly, Oscar smiled as a thought slipped into his mind. It drifted through him and travelled to his mouth, where it finally erupted in a hasty splutter of syllables.

"Get a place with me. I want to live with you."

[Theo Darke]

A matching smile played on Theo's lips. "It's the best Christmas present they could have given me," he said with genuine warmth and honesty. "You. You're the best Christmas present ever." Theo laughed at his own sappiness, barely mortified, only happy as he kissed Oscar back, catching the edge of his mouth and grinning. "I'm so glad we've been given this time," he added in a whisper, pressing his forehead against Oscar's and inhaling the crisp winter air. "I've never been happier."

As they drew away, Theo's hand tightened on his broomstick and brought it round his body, ready to mount. He assumed Oscar was mirroring him, but realised this was not the case when the next eleven words stopped him frozen in his tracks.

"Get a place with me. I want to live with you."

Theo's eyes were wide, sparkling blue under the sunlight as he whirled around to face Oscar. Several thoughts crossed his mind in the space of seconds - where? When? Why? - but no words came; Theo was rendered speechless in shock. Time ticked by, silence spread across the snow, until suddenly, Theo launched forward - closed the three steps between them in a quick rush, broomstick falling to the floor and forgotten. And then his arms were wrapped insistently around Oscar's neck, pulling him down to meet his shorter height, and their lips were crushed in a hard, fervent kiss.

Oscar's mouth was soft and pliant against Theo's, and the kiss would have been never-ending had they not eventually been forced to surface for air, breaths panting in visible tendrils of steam. "Yes," Theo whispered raggedly, stumbling over the single syllable for need for breath, "Yes." There were so many things to consider, logically, like wasn't this a bit early?, but Theo didn't care. He didn't care at all, he just knew that being with Oscar made him happy - so why not?

The simple delight of everything made Theo laugh out loud, breath materialising still, and his arms, still circled around Oscar's neck, pulled downwards again for another bruising kiss, but this time slower, gentler. "God I love you," Theo whispered fiercely, feeling Oscar in the pit of his stomach, affecting his emotions and his very core. Theo was never passionate, he wasn't a flame that burned particularly bright, but Oscar had changed him, changed it all.

As Theo's hands wandered from Oscar's neck to his chest, meanwhile biting hard on Oscar's bottom lip, he moaned softly, "The snow... can wait." And so he began leading Oscar backwards to return to the house, careful not to trip through the snow, but lips still pressed tight together. "I need you," Theo breathed as they banged noisily through the door, before his words were swallowed completely and utterly.

And then the bed was against his back, and wind rushed through his chest, choking out a laugh of simple joy. Theo looked up, into Oscar's darkened eyes, and saw nothing but love as they moved in tandem, Theo arching to meet every kiss, every touch. Broken versions of their names wove together like a dance as Theo's hand clung tight to Oscar's shoulder, fingernails scratching at skin until it was raw and marked. Oscar was a litany on Theo's lips, a worshipped prayer, until there was nothing but bright, blinding white light, and perfection.

[Oscar Flynn G7]

(Sorry it doesn't really go anywhere. Dx As it's late I may have rushed it. Feel free to G-mode Oscar all you like in your post if you want them in a new direction. )

"Wow."
There was nothing else to say to summarise the furious dance of passion and love Theo and Oscar had just shared; Oscar was speechless. Rolling over breathlessly, he turned to his boyfriend and lay an absent hand on his chest. With a teasing grin, he began an aimless beat with his fingertips on the bare skin. "I wish you could get house points for that." His eyes glittered playfully as he shifted until his knees were either side of Theo as he lay on the bed. The sheets had been discarded in their movements and now lay on the floor. Reaching out for one, Oscar threw it over himself and Theo like a giant blanket, until it covered them entirely. He leant forward until his elbows were either side of his boyfriend's head and kissed the familiar lips below him gently, his own curving up into a grin as he did so. The cave of white cotton they were now enveloped inside hugged their bodies closely and soon the air became dense again as their breathing took the oxygen from the trapped air. Oscar meshed his lips with Theo's again, deeper this time, before sticking his head out from underneath the sheets. He leant over the Ravenclaw and kicked the sheets a little lower, wrapping a leg casually around one of Theo's.

"I know it might be too soon. But I'm ready, and I know that. I was thinking about asking you before this week; the time we have had only confirms how perfect it could be. It doesn't have to be now... I don't know." Grinning, Oscar realised how he hadn't really thought his idea through properly - but then, he never did. "I guess it would be something more suited to after this year, after we leave school." He laughed and scratched his chin sheepishly, momentarily conscious under Theo's eyes; for once, something was being planned. Something was happening. An idea for the future that, before long, would become the present. Oscar knew that as long as Theo was in the picture he would be happy; he couldn't explain why this was, but he knew it deep down. He was happy to move out of his childhood home for this boy, he had no whisper of a doubt about that.

Of course, the worry of money would come into it somewhere and Oscar knew this, though he tried to put it off. When at home he did his best to scrounge for any form of work that would last him the holidays, but it was difficult when he knew he couldn't commit all year round - in that sense, Hogwarts made his home life difficult. He didn't want to live off his parents all of his life. He knew that some people his age still living with their parents actually paid them rent, and such a thought was hard for him to grasp. Oscar did have money from deceased relatives, but he couldn't touch it until he turned twenty-one. Frowning momentarily, Oscar extracted himself from his boyfriend and lay on his front, resting his head in his palms comfortably.

"Do you think... would it be worth trying out for some Quidditch teams in the holidays?" His darker eyes watched Theo's perfect blues. "I guess being captain has made me realise how much I'll miss Quidditch once it has gone; I haven't really thought about it all that much before now. It's always been on my mind to try for an apprenticeship somewhere so I can start something - anything. Quidditch will always be a gamble." Oscar had taken fairly vague subjects; he didn't have an exact career path in mind, and knew this was probably a bad thing, even dangerous. The only thing he had ever truly found himself a natural at in Hogwarts was Quidditch and Transfiguration; he wished he could create a new job which required both as a skill.
Oscar's frown broke as he realised he was going off in his on mind rather than talking directly to Theo about the future, and he shook the worries away with a smile. "Should we tell your parents when they get back?" His eyes widened slightly. "Would they... approve?"

[Theo Darke]

A burst of laughter was Theo's reaction to Oscar's quip, and he kissed a smile into Oscar's bare shoulder mid-nuzzle. "It's soon," he eventually admitted quietly, though a smile lingered, bright and content. "But I know I'm ready too." Theo could only gaze upon Oscar with open fondness as he struggled to vocalise his thoughts and feelings. "I would happily live with you right now, Oscar," he said honestly. "I want to wake up to you every morning, I want to go to sleep with you every night. I only want you for the rest of my life." Theo had always been truthful about his feelings for Oscar, but he was not in the habit of wearing his heart on his sleeve with heartfelt poetry. A wistful smile curled onto his lips as he continued nonetheless, unable to stop his mouth moving in tandem with his heart. "If you want it too, I would like us to live together right now," Theo concluded with smiling, sincere eyes.

As though sensing Oscar's doubts, Theo pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Oscar's mouth, murmuring soothing nothings into his jaw. "As long as we're happy," he breathed, eyes flickering shut as he focused his attention worshipping every line, every contour and every dip of Oscar's face. "We'll make everything else fit."

Theo drew away to examine Oscar's expression as thoughtfulness crossed his own visage. "Yes," was his plain answer, smiling. "You're brilliant. No, honestly, you are. You know I'm not being biased; I don't love you that much," he teased, chuckling and running fond fingers through dark hair he adored so much. "It's a gamble, but," and Theo inclined his head to the left, blonde falling into his eyes, crinkled with affection, "you've always believed in risks. You've made me believe in risks, you've made me forget about everything but being happy. If Quidditch makes you happy, you have nothing to lose." A hand travelled along Oscar's chest, bronze and smooth, and Theo sighed, soft and smiling. "If it's worth anything, I know you'll be brilliant," voice quiet but tone filled with fierce belief.

Theo himself did not love Quidditch enough to want to make a career out of it. He enjoyed the game, liked watching matches and took a keen interest in the World Cup, but he did not foresee his future revolving heavily around broomsticks and flying. There would undoubtedly be many playful competitions between himself and Oscar, as well as his siblings and his father, but Theo had always viewed Quidditch as a pastime and nothing more serious than that. If Oscar did indeed take up the sport professionally, it would mean more exposure to it, but Theo already knew this would be the case, just by being with Oscar. Oscar loved Quidditch with a passion, a passion Theo admittedly had never felt for anything other than Oscar himself. He admired and loved his boyfriend for his fire, his determination, which Theo had never possessed in quite the same way.

"I think I'll be a Healer," Theo murmured sleepily, yawning and ruffling his own head of chaotic blonde, thanks to Oscar. "I've been considering it for years, and it suits me. What do you think?" He didn't need Oscar's approval, but he did seek his boyfriend's opinion. It would, to an extent, affect him - or rather, their relationship. Theo knew Healer training, like Auror training, required time and commitment, which translated into many years of dedicated study and less loving with Oscar. That was for most professions, though, and if Oscar did indeed become a professional Quidditch player, he would constantly be travelling, if not around the country then around the world. If they were to last - and Theo wanted nothing more than that - they would have to reach a compromise eventually. Theo was no longer alarmed that he would sacrifice a good deal of things he loved for Oscar. He loved him more; loved him the most.

Theo hummed in amusement beneath Oscar, face breaking out into a smile once again. "I'd like to tell them," he nodded. "They'll want to know. I'm sure they'll be okay with it, if not a little surprised. They'll be sad to see me go, though." He leant up and nuzzled against Oscar's cheek, inhaling the familiar smell that made Theo's heart skip a beat. "What about you?" His eyes frowned with worry as his thoughts tripped over a few concerns. "What about your parents and Thandi? I..." Theo shifted uncomfortably, legs wound tight with Oscar's, reluctant to let go. "I don't want to cause trouble for them, or make them upset. You only just recently adopted Thandi. I don't want to make you choose, if it's too hard." His eyes met Oscar's, and he searched for his answer there, wondering how much Oscar would give up to be here, with Theo, together.