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How to Light a Fire
Title: How to Light a Fire.
Table/Prompt: 100.1 : 82. Doors.
Word count: 424
Rating: PG
Pairing: Marcus/Oliver.
Warnings: none really. Mild swears, a little drinking.
Much love to my beta and friendchimerablack
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Marcus was grumpy, tired and sore. Practice was terrible, mostly because he took a Bludger to the ribs. He limped up the stairs to his flat He just wanted to crawl into bed where he thought Oliver would be passed out, considering he had practice around dawn that morning. As he was pushing his key into the door, he heard a thumping of music, or what he assumed was music. He walked into the flat and saw Oliver laying on the floor, arms folded under his head. All the lights were turned off, and only the glow of a street lamp outside flooded the floor, showing an utterly relaxed looking Keeper. Next to him was that bloody, muggle record player Oliver picked up at some shop in London.

Marcus covered his ears and moved closer to his boyfriend. He had to almost shout over the sound of what he thought was a keyboard solo. A very long keyboard solo. “What the bloody hell is this crap?” Marcus said, raising his voice above the music. Oliver didn't move other than to roll his head back a little and move his eyes toward the other man. “It's a muggle band from the 70's. Pretty good, yeah?” he said with a lopsided grin. “It just sounds like noise, very loud noise.” Marcus shook his head. “Well, if it wasn't noise then you couldn't hear it. Anyway you just walked in, and you have your ears covered.” The keeper rolled his eyes. “Come on give it a try. Please?” Oliver added. “Fine,” the former Slytherin grumbled and sat down next to Oliver. Oliver picked up the needle on the record player and moved it. “What are you doing?” Marcus asked raising an eye brow. “Restarting the song.” Marcus groaned as the words left Oliver's mouth. “Shut up, relax and listen.” Oliver shook his head. “Fine,” the chaser huffed. Oliver was right; they where good. Even if they were a little weird, they where still good, but the lyrics were a bit confusing. “What the fuck does this guy mean, by 'Come on baby, light my fire, come on baby, light my fire, try to set the night on fire.'?” Marcus asked. Starting to forget about the horrid Quidditch practice, he relaxed a bit and leaned back on his elbows. Oliver's eyes roamed over Marcus “Do you want me to tell you or show you?” An evil grin spread on the Keeper's face. “Wha...” The rest of the sentence didn't leave Marcus' lips.