What's your favorite guilty indulgence?
Oliver.
Oliver fucking Wood, and not just the snogging or the nearly-shagging or any of the stuff like that, though Marcus thinks that's nice too. He's pretty sure it's just being close to Oliver that does it, and sometimes Marcus feels like he's really doing something wrong by even being near him.
They're mortal-enemies, rivals, and all that cliched stuff that only makes the passion have an undercurrent of fire and tension, and maybe Marcus is a little in love with that feeling. Because to him it can't be love without the bruises and the blood, even if that's all in the past.
It used to be a guilty pleasure to leave as many bruises as possible on Oliver in as many creative and inventive ways as possible, but now he finds the most pleasure in working the pressure points in Oliver's neck to relieve the tension, in talking to him, arguing (albeit playfully) with him, and, yes, even curling up around him in his sleep.
It's during him into a sap.
But he's not near guilty enough about that. Not guilty enough to stop, certainly.
Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 183