Just Like Before

Laughter. It was deep like a man, but rich in levity of a young, energetic boy. Elbow-length, silver hair swayed with the twenty-three-year-old man as he ran down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His bright, emerald green eyes looked back, enjoying the predatory and angry look that was being sent his way as the person he was running from chased after him with gusto.

"You come back here, Salazar Slytherin!" called the other man as he chased Salazar down the corridor. This man was bigger than the Slytherin Founder, about a few inches taller. Unlike Salazar, who was lean, creamy-skinned, and was lightly toned, this man was built and toned, slightly tanned, and simply looked more manly. He had dark brown hair, almost to the point of black, with honey-colored eyes. This man was Godric Gryffindor.

Now you may ask why the Gryffindor Founder is currently chasing down the Slytherin Founder with his sword in his hand. It all started this morning on Christmas Day when Salazar decided it would be a neat trick to give his friend and rival some... extraordinary objects as a Christmas present. Turns out, it wasn't all that the staff was expecting, and it was a most embarrassing experience for the dark-haired man. He had received from his silver-haired companion some fuzzy pink chains, a long black whip, massaging oil, and other kinky items that were meant for... well, for certain uses. To top it all off, Salazar barked out how Godric would have to be bottom from now on. This didn't really go to well with his Gryffindor, and Godric drew his sword and lunged after Salazar. Laughing, the Parselmouth had darted off down the nearest corridor with Godric on his tail.

"You'll have to catch me first!" laughed Salazar as he turned a corner, which was one mistake he shouldn't have made. As he continued to run, he gasped and immediately skidded to a halt. The corridor that he had taken the turn from ended up a dark dead end, and there were no secret passageways whatsoever to help him. He turned his eyes towards the rampaging Gryffindor, who had stopped just a short distance away from the Slytherin Founder.

Smirking, Godric placed his hands on his hips, the legendary Gryffindor sword sticking out like a dagger. "Well, well, well," he said, and began walking towards the now trapped serpent. "Looks like there's no where else to run. What're you going to do now, Salazar?"

Salazar took a step back, eyes scanning the narrow corridor for any sight of exit. "I..." he started, but immediately stopped. What could he say now? He was trapped, and the lion was soon going to pounce on his prey. His eyes finally turned to Godric, a sort of fear in those emerald green eyes. Godric simply smirked, honey-colored eyes darkening with some unknown emotion. Godric continued walking towards Salazar until he was barely a foot apart, with Salazar back up against the wall. "What... what're you going... to do?" Salazar whispered softly, almost fearfully.

Godric simply smirked wider, and drew his sword. "Sweet revenge..." he snarled softly, and carefully drew the sword to Salazar's neck, just below his jaw line. "Ohhhh, sweet revenge." He growled deeply in his throat like a lion, and his eyes pierced the serpent.

Salazar gulped and whimpered softly, closing his eyes. What was he going to do now? Godric had him cornered, and there was no way out. Worst of all, he had a sword up against his throat, just ready to slice that creamy-colored skin and stain it with crimson blood. He couldn't help but whimper again. 'What am I going to do?' he thought fearfully, and waited for his punishment.

Only it wasn't what he was expecting. The Slytherin Founder didn't notice how the sword drew away from his throat at his first whimper, and right after he whimpered a second time, the softest of skins descended upon his face, capturing his lips in a slow, almost torturous kiss. The man's eyes immediately snapped open, only to meet the closed eyelids of the Gryffindor Founder. Salazar flushed hotly as he unconsciously wrapped his arms around the dark-haired man, and he moaned as Godric slipped his hot tongue into his mouth. Salazar greeted Godric's tongue with his own, and dueled him in a blissful French kiss.

The Slytherin Founder felt himself being pushed back against the wall as Godric wrapped his arms around his slim waist, pressing his body against the man. Soft moans elicited from both Founders as their bodies touched like so many times before, and warmth wracked throughout their bodies. Hands traveled and explored the whole of Salazar's back, causing the silver-haired man to whimper and moan in delight. "Godric..." he whispered softly, burying his face into the crook of his shoulder, and the man only smiled as he lifted Salazar off the floor. Legs wrapped around the Gryffindor Founder, and Salazar gasped as his companion rocked against him in a gentle, rhythmic pattern.

Salazar's arms tightened around his lover's neck, bringing the two closer together, and they let out another blissful moan as more warmth soared through their bodies. He ran a hair through Godric's unruly dark hair, stared into his honey-colored eyes. "Godric..." he murmured, emerald-green eyes filled with longing and desperation. The other man only smiled as he increased his thrusts, causing both of them to cry out.

"I love you," Godric whispered to the silver-haired Founder as their thrusts became more desperate, and they clung to each other for dear life. "I love you so much."

Salazar was nearly in tears as the pleasure raced through him, and he kissed Godric passionately. "I love you, Godric." he murmured, voice laced with longing, and most of all, undenying love. Hands roamed, and bodies grinded. Moans and cries were heard, echoing throughout the narrow corridor and bouncing off the castle walls. Loving words were exchanged and kisses were shared, and then...

.....And then there was nothing.

The fondling seemed to disappear, and the grinding deceased almost immediately. Warm, loving hands retreated, and Godric Gryffindor's appearance seemed to disapparate from sight. Everything was gone at once, and the man who was once standing before him, was replaced with darkness. Salazar was soon surrounded by darkness. Eternal darkness.

He didn't want to open his eyes. He was afraid what he would meet if he did. But slowly, ever-so slowly, the Slytherin Founder opened his eyes, only to be greeted by pure darkness. Sitting up, Salazar looked down at his sheets, which were currently bulging up due to his arousal. His emerald eyes scanned the room wearily. They were no longer bright, nor did they show any levity from the years before. Thirty-nine-year-old Salazar Slytherin looked down to his side, and watched as the shoulders of a light-brown-haired woman raised up and down as she slept peacefully. A wave of coldness washed over Salazar as the memory seemed to replay in his mind, and he shivered. Getting up, Salazar put on a nightrobe and walked out.

Salazar walked along the sidewalk of his home, looking up at the stars. The gentle breeze caressed the man's skin and silver hair, causing it to wave gently with the wind. Tears formed in his eyes as he remembered how much fun he had at the castle he had once called home. How much fun he had with the one man who he had ever truly loved.

"Godric..." Salazar whimpered as his knees gave out, and he ended up on the cement, with his arms lying on the stone-cold railing. The tears that were threatening to fall down his face did, and each teardrop cascaded down the man's face like a waterfall. Salazar looked up at the moon with his glassy emerald eyes. No longer filled with levity, but with a sense of loneliness, longing, and worst of all, heartache.

"Godric..." He whimpered again, and suddenly felt cold. Salazar shivered and sobbed into his arms as wave after wave of coldness washed over him, and he allowed himself to break down in front of the moon and the stars. So cold, so lonely. Yes, he had a wife. But it was never the same. After the dark-haired man, Salazar could never get himself to fall in love with another person again.

Falling limply, Salazar landed on the stone-cold sidewalk, face tear-stained and body wracked from the coldness and from the sobbing. "Godric, I'm sorry..." he whispered softly into the wind, and his eyes soon closed as the wind took him. Took him and his body, his soul, his heart.

And Salazar slept with the wind, for it was the wind that only caressed his face, caressed his hair the way the Gryffindor Founder used to.

And it was how Salazar was found the next morning, frozen to death by the sheer cold that came just an hour after the wind took him to sleep.

The last thing he had dreamt was Godric holding him, caressing him. Loving him.

Just like before.

~*~Fin~*~