Alex closed his eyes and moaned gently, burying his head into the very soft pillow in front of him. It felt incredible and he reminded himself to add this on the list of things to make Morgan to more often. He smiled to himself as he felt his lower half reacting to every touch the boy made. "Where did you learnt to do this?" he asked, a moan escaping his lips again.

Morgan grinned, "I practised on anyone who would let me near their shoulders," he admitted with a chuckle. He had always been told he had a natural nack for understanding where it hurt and how to coax the muscles to make them feel better. He leaned down and whispered, "Want to try the bath?" He'd never had sex in a bath before and the thought inticed him greatly. He had Alex reduced to putty right about now, and he knew that the whirlpool tub would finish the job nicely.

Alex bit his lip and sat up, pulling the boy closer to him and kissing him sweetly on the lips, his hand moving low enough to know how the boy was reacting. "Do you want me to f*ck you, in said bath?" he asked cheekily, getting to his feet and taking the boy's hand before stripping Morgan completely. Not that he cared if the boy wanted too or not. Biting his lip he let his eyes take in every line of the boy's frame so that if he ever needed the image it would be a perfect replica...and Alex had taken to needing the images late at night.

Morgan stood with his head held high as Alex's eyes raked over his now naked body. He was toned and knew he had nothing to hide, besides he looked good. He also knew he didn't have to give Alex any affirmation as to his needs or wants.

He looked at the tub longingly and then back at Alex, "Come on, it's waiting..." he said with a seductive grin.

Alex mearly smiled and stripped off his boxers and slid into the bath almost instantly. He closed his eyes and began to relax, unfortunately relaxing made him think of their last meeting, the last hogsmead weekend and what they had got up to and his body reacted with all the imaged his head was producing, especially with Morgan so closer...

Morgan slipped into the bath and close to Alex's body; he traced along his chest with one finger and moved his face to within inches of Alex's. "So how's that feel, Alex?" He murmured softly... He knew he was playing with fire, but he wanted to get burned, so long as it was Alex.

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Morgan lay back in the bath; there was water splashed over the floor and his body felt like putty. He sighed with a contented grin on his face. "I should give you a massage more often..." he commented softly.

Alex chuckled lightly and pulled himself out of the bath and got a towel. Wrapping it around his thin frame he noticed he had left quite a few marks on the other boy, "Oh dear, what would the teachers say if they saw you like that?" he asked smiling cheekily at the other boy. He picked up a towel and waited for the boy to get out of the bath before handing it to him.

Morgan appraised his body, if this kept up he be covered in scars, but he healed quickly and most had faded into barely there lines across his body. Reminders of who he wanted and belonged to. Morgan accepted the towel and wrapped it around his body. It was warm and soft, but not what he wanted wrapped around his body. He smirked, "They'd just be jealous because I'm the one with you," he said with an arched borw and smirk on his face. There was something that boosted his confidence being with Alex.

Alex's smile faltered slightly as he pulled on his boxers and then his shirt. "Look, you know we're not...together, right? I mean...we're not dating." He finished dressing and looked at the boy almost indifferently. Alex sighed and ran a hand through his head, he supposed he shouldn't have lead Morgan on like he did, but he couldn't help it. The power he had over the boy was making him push all the boundaries he could. He bit his lip and turned his back on Morgan, ashamed at himself...

Morgan tried not to look deflated, he knew this, but being with Alex was like a drug, an obsession. He would prove to this boy that he could be trusted and that he would love him for who he was; no matter what. He smiled warmly, "Yeah I know..." his smile shifted to a coy smirk and his eyes burned with truth and the strength of knowing what he said was right, "But you'll keep coming back, cuz you won't find anyone else like me who gives you everything when you Puppy me and asks for nothing in return; someone who sees you and all your faults and things you don't like and loves you still,just as you are."

Morgan looked away for a minute and gazed at the door. When he looked back at Alex his face was composed and carefully indifferent. He let the towel fall and strode confidently over to where his robes were. He chuckled at the predicament he was in and cast his eyes on the shelf by the tub as a clean pair of jeans, t-shirt, socks, and shoes appeared ready for him. He pulled the jeans over his naked body and buttoned the fly. He moved slowly and yet delibreately, dressing as if he had not a care in the world. He faced Alex as he pulled his robes around him and slipped his arms through the sleeves.

Alex hadn't even waited for the boy to get dressed before slamming his way out of the room. He moved as fast as he could through the corridors and down as many flights of stairs to get outside. He ran into the forest and straight into his clearing. How dare he! Alex thought angrily leaning against a tree. He slipped down the bark and hugged his knees to his chest. I had found someone. Someone perfect. Someone I would have spent the rest of my life with. Someone like you. But he left. Forgot about me and threw me away. Which is what will happen again and again. I don't deserve to be loved. I don't deserve happiness. Alex tipped his head back against the tree as a tear escaped his reddening eyes. He was so angry and so upset. He'd never been so mixed up before. He tore at his skin, wanting to rip away the flash as if there would be a brand new carefree him underneath. But all it did was make him bleed and wince in pain. There was no escape.

Morgan looked up in surprise as he noticed Alex had fled. He heard the door, and knew where he was headed. He groaned in agony. Should he follow or should he remain where he was. Well he couldn't very well remain in the Room of Requirement, so that made his decisison for him. He closed his eyes, wondering what he had said so wrong this time. He really didn't care, he had been honest and he would not change that for anything. He would always be honest and upfront with Alex.

He trudged out of the room and winced as the door vanished from his sight. He hung his head and tried to steel his nerves to go after the other boy. Should he follow? Damn his persistance... his indecision caused him to take his time before leaving the castle and made his trek to the Forest edge slow agony. He felt Alex before he was even close, the raw anger and emotion blanket the ground. His footsteps faltered and he leaned against a tree for support stopping about a hundred yards from the clearing.

The blood dripped over the bare skin, falling to the greedy ground which swallowed it the moment it hit the earth. "F*ck off," Alex growled, having heard Morgan leave the room and walk down to the forest. He didn't have the energy to get up and he knew if Morgan came over he would just heal the cuts which had now appeared over his skin. But he didn't want to be healed. Not anymore. It was too late. He would always be this broken, worthless little boy and nothing would change that. Alex's tone sunk quite suddenly as he started at the floor. There in the leaves was his ring. His engagement ring. The moment Gary had left he had thrown it away, obviously not far enough. Slowly he bent forward and picked it up, feeling the cool metal between his fingers. "He said he loved me," Alex said, his voice hardly above a whisper as he slipped the ring back on his finger, "He promised. He said we would live together. He said we'd be happy. Then she ruined it. She took him away from me and ripped us apart," Alex closed his eyes as more tears began to trickle down his pale face, "And...and then she told me she loved me, and that she was getting to him because she wanted me. Now they're gone. Both of them. They just left me. Expecting me to be able to pick up the pieces by myself. As if nothing was wrong...as if they never made those promises. It's his fault I'm like this," He paused again to brush more tears from his eyes, "His fault I'm a f*cking werewolf with no future! It's his fault I'm a monster! I hate him! I hate him!" That was, the end of what the poor lycanthrope could take. He curled up into the smallest space in the roots of the large tree and cried. His tears mixing in with the blood on his shirt.

Morgan stood there riveted to the spot. He couldn't go; he heard Alex tell him to, but he couldn't. He took a half a dozen steps closer and leaned against a tree. What nearly killed him was the anguished soft voice and unbearable words he heard Alex speaking. He couldn't go.

He didn't care if Alex really hateed him, he couldn't leave him like this. He stepped into the clearing expecting to see worse than it was. The tang of blood rushed to his nose and his face crumpled at the state Alex was in. He stepped to the curled up mess; sat beside him and pulled his head onto his lap. "I won't let you go through this alone," he said in a voice that challenged Alex to say different. He didn't heal Alex's self inflicted wounds, instead he sat there and cuddled the boy he loved and let the blood seep into his clothes.

Alex closed his eyes and let the tears drip down his noes, "No," he said finally, lifting his head from Morgan and shaking it, "No," he repeated, "I won't let you. You need to stay away from me. I mean it this time...I'm going to end up killing you. I don't want to hurt anyone else. Not anymore. I give up. I can't do this anymore." Gingerly Alex pulled himself to his feet and took a few deep breaths before taking his want out of his back pocket and pointing it at his bloody chest. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, tears still dripping down his neck. He wanted this to be as painful as it could be - "Sectumsempra," he said in his head - wandless magic having the advantage of Morgan not knowing what spell he had cast. He closed his eyes in sheer agony as his skin opened in hundreds of different places, the blood soaking his shirt instantly as he collapsed to the floor.

Morgan ran to the other boy trying to heal the cuts but they were too much, the spell too powerful for his basic magic. He tried desperately to think of a way to stop the bleeding. It seemed to have been only a single attack from whatever spell Alex had cast, but it was powerful and deadly. Tears began to run down his face as he despreately cast the healing charm over and over again here there, hitting every cut but they just reopened. Some were not as bad as they had been and Morgan lept trying. In the back of his mind he thought that Alex was losing too much blood.

Something In Morgan considered this and thought if he could perform a sucessful transfusion Alex could be healed of Lycanthropy, the blood cleansed by his actions here. But he had to stop the bleeding first. He was fighting against time and he couldn't tell if he was winning or losing.

Alex very quickly slipped into unconsciousness, but something inside him was trying to heal the cuts. It was as if the wolf was refusing to die - it had it's own plans and wasn't going to let the stupid human ruin them all. Morgan's spells suddenly began to work, the wolf retreated inside Alex to allow the spells free reign of the blood and skin. Everyone knew werewolf blood was thicker than normal human blood and wasn't easily affected by spells. Then strange things began to happen, inside his mind Alex could see the wolf crying out for help to Morgan, trying to find some way of communicating. But it wasn't working. Alex tried to help - in any case, the wolf seemed anxious about what was going to happen, as if it knew something terrible would occur if Alex wasn't healed quickly. Suddenly Alex's eyes snapped open and he sat up, blood still pouring out of his chest and now dripping from his lips. He gasped in pain, but the spells were beginning to work.

Morgan poured all his concentration into making the healing stronger and worked feverishly to heal teh wounds. They seemed to be responding better now, and Alex even opened his eyes. Morgan held the groaning boy, and cast a spell to knit the skin together. He had lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion. There was a tricky spell to regenerate blood, but he would need to concentrate.

He could save the boy, he knew it, but would Alex hold still? "Alex, you have to lay still for me, do you hear me? This won't hurt you, but you will die if you don't lay still!"

Morgan closed his eyes and began to recite the incantation that would cause blood to multiply quicker in Alex's body. It would be his own blood, and it would only be a temporary fix. Alex would need time to replenish his own blood naturally; Morgan had no doubt the wolf would help with that.

It took a little while, but he watched Alex lovingly as he finished the complicated spell. He looked a little better already. "I couldn't let you die!" Morgan said simply.

Alex took all the strength he hand to pull the boy down and kiss him gently on the lips. He didn't have the energy to speak, not yet. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing. He was angry, of course he was. If only Morgan hadn't been there, he would have been dead. He would have been free - the wolf growled within him as if reminding him he was free when he became the wolf. Alex took a deep breath and opened his eyes again, "I'm sorry," he whispered trying to pull the boy even closer to him.

Morgan drew his body around Alex's he would need the warmth, and he wouldn't let go of Alex until he knew he was stronger. He made a plate of food appear from the kitchens and a bottle of thin wine. It would be good for Alex right now, red wine was good for the blood. Cradling him closely and kissing him gently he tried to convince Alex to eat. He had never felt these strange emotions he felt now, protective...yet defensive at the same time. He was confused, Alex wouldn't hate him for this when he was stronger, would he?