To Love Forever

[Dietrich Metzger]

After a rough game, it was not surprising to see Dietrich taken on a few hits from bludgers. He dragged into the apartment, and before he could even greet anyone, Dietrich collapsed onto the empty couch. Oh what a day, but at least his team won. His teal eyes almost closed, and he hoped that being a Chaser would not be this hard. Dietrich had a rough hit on his ribs and when he was trying to roll on his side, a small moan escaped his lips. Dietrich uttered, "Why do I always seem like the bludger magnet?" Dietrich wanted to know, why couldn't Andrew or another beater get as bloodied up as bad? Well, Dietrich was not bloodied up, but he was roughed up and had quite a few bruises. He felt like he needed to be babied right now. Dietrich wanted to know where his Michael was. He wanted someone to love on him, tell him that he was doing a good job at being a chaser. And to rub bruise paste on his ribs for him.

The young blonde made sure to remove the protective armor that Dietrich held, and then used magic to make it put itself away. Magic, what would one do without it? Dietrich closed his teal eyes and he smiled. He sighed once more when he started to relax a little more. It felt nice to be back home, even though he just played a game here in New Zealand. It was nice to just come home, and relax. It was like, something that he had done for many hours. The practices and all were rough, but this game, it was a shock into reality. At least they did not have another game for a while. It was something that he wanted for a while now. He wanted a small break.

 

[Michael Drape]

Michael lay flat on his back, resting across his and Dietrich's bed sideways, his feet hanging over the edge and touching the floor. He held a small box above his face. He turned the box over and over between his fingers, admiring the feel of the soft black velvet fabric that it was made out of. He stared at it, mesmerised by how much a small object could mean. He felt as though he was literally holding his heart in his hand. Reaching sideways Michael picked up a small aqua coloured bow and lazily performed a sticking charm, placing the bow on the top of the box. The colour of the bow was almost identical to that of Dietrich's eyes. After admiring the new appearance of the box, Michael placed it on his chest and watched as it jumped ever so slightly to the beat of his rapidly beating heart. He closed his eyes and as if on cue, Michael heard the door to the apartment open, meaning that Dietrich was home from his quidditch match.

Sitting up, Michael placed the small box in the pocket of his baggy jeans and exited the bedroom. He made his way down the stairs quietly, knowing the blonde would be exhausted. Sure enough, Michael saw him slump onto the couch and the brunette heard him utter a question to nobody in particular. Stepping into the room silently, Michael leant over the back of the couch and ran his hands over Dietrich's shoulders, digging his thumbs into Dietrich's shoulder blades in a technique that would relieve some of the tension. He leant down, and with his mouth close to Dietrich's ear, his whispered, "you're not just a magnet to bludgers I can assure you."

 

[Dietrich Metzger]

Dietrich's head leaned back to see the face of the man that he had fallen deeply in love with. Dietrich savored the sweet smell that he had upon him. How can this man satisfy him more than firewhiskey? He wondered if Michael ever bothered with the other males that lived here. Raffael sure was fun to pick on. He remembered when he first met the Ravenclaw Alumni. But nothing could compare to Michael right now. He murmured, "Oh? Do I attract fan girls and my number one fan to my aid whenever I so please?" After becoming a Quidditch Professional, he was not into as many feminine clothing, but he still wore a nice...sexy something for Michael on occasion. He was amazed that he had actually settled down with someone so amazing. He wondered if he could have gotten anyone better than Dietrich. Dietrich thought he could have anyone, but instead, Michael settled with him. It was something that Dietrich cherished, just like he cherished every moment with Michael.

With a scoot to the side, he stopped hogging the couch and he patted the cushion next to him so that he could cuddle with him or something. Dietrich has had a rough day. He wanted to be loved on, dearly. Dietrich had a huge smile on his face now, the pain from the bludgers no longer bringing down his mood. Dietrich wondered if Michael was feeling up to it, having a party thrown here. But then again, what was there to celebrate? Dietrich did not know, but having parties was always fun, and Dietrich often brought life to them with his dances and his random singing. He loved to have fun. Dietrich inquired softly, his voice much more livelier now than before, "Miss me?"

 

[Michael Drape]

Michael breathed Dietrich's scent in deeply, nuzzling the blondes ear with his nose as he spoke close to it. Letting out a soft noise that sounded almost like a growl, Michael murmured, "Mm, no fan girls. Just me." The fans were a given though thanks to Dietrich's amazing success as a quidditch player. He was a valuable asset to the team and was probably hung up on posters in the homes of thousands, if not millions of fans world wide. They either hoped to be like him or hoped to be with him. Well they couldn't have the second option, but the thought still didn't leave Michael's mind that one day some hot young fan might steal his Dietrich away. However he knew that Dietrich felt the same adoration for him as Michael did for Dietrich. The blonde was on his mind 24/7 and just being next to him made Michael feel like the luckiest man alive.

As Dietrich made a space for him on the couch, instead of walking around Michael flipped his legs over the sofa and landed with a soft thud next to his boyfriend. He immediately grabbed Dietrich and pulled him gently towards him, wrapping an arm around the blondes shoulders and planting a kiss on his temple. A little while back, Michael had decided that it wasn't wise to attend every game that Dietrich played, so had started to go to every second one. It wasn't that he didn't want to attend the matches, it was simply the fact that Michael tended to be quite possessive of Dietrich and after almost getting into a full blown brawl with one of the opposing teams beaters for sending a bludger flying towards his boyfriends head, Michael had chosen to limit the emotional strain Dietrich's matches sometimes put him through. It only meant that when Dietrich returned from the games Michael didn't attend, he would give his boyfriend extra pampering. He knew how much Dietrich liked to be pampered. "Every second you were away." He said with a lazy smile on his face. "Did you kick butt?" Michael asked.

 

[Dietrich Metzger]

Dietrich was amazed on how little things Michael could do that drove this man insane with butterfly infestation in the stomach. Dietrich purred, "Mmmm now I don't mind you." Dietrich was glad that he had someone like Michael to care for him, but wondered what he did when Dietrich was not around. Dietrich hoped that being around people that adored him and his team did not bother Michael. No one could ever replace Michael. Even though he still did the congratulatory slap on the rear when they played a good game. Though he was threatened by Demitris to not to touch Kailey's behind. So he just gave her a high five instead. Dietrich could not help himself though. It was almost...tradition. Though he did occasionally slap someone on the rear for having a nice ass...

But that was always Michael. The brunette jumped onto the cushion and then he was leaning up and cuddling the sweet smelling man. Dietrich placed his hand on Michael's thigh and he sighed with a smile on his perfect lips. He was completely happy about his relationship with Michael. Things could not be more perfect. Dietrich murmured, "Why can't you just play on the same team as me? Maybe even ride on the back of my broomstick? Things would be so much easier that way..." But some of it could end up in making Michael have an injury and Dietrich would never wish that on anyone. Dietrich nuzzled Michael's neck with the tip of his nose before settling his head on the man's shoulder. "Yeah, we kicked butt. I hit the keeper in the head with the quaffle. Pretty funny. Hope you have done well here? Got anything planned?"

 

[Michael Drape]

Michael grinned at Dietrich's words. He didn't want any fangirls to get their hands on him. Or anyone else for that matter. As his heart thumped in his chest, Michael was brought back to the way he used to be. What would he be like if he had never met Dietrich? Would he even know that he liked men as well as women? Would he have been brave enough to find out? Would he still be chasing any pretty girl, getting all her love and affection, but running away before he could let himself feel the same? He had opened his heart completely to the man in his arms. He had welcomed love and although he had been terrified, Dietrich was perfect. Michael couldn't imagine himself returning to the way he used to be, even if he lost Dietrich. The brunette doubted he would ever find anyone quite as amazing.

Goose bumps appeared across Michael's skin as Dietrich nuzzled his neck and he began to run his fingers through Dietrich's hair as his head rested on his shoulder. "Do you really think your team would have any chance of success if me and you were sharing a broom?" Michael cocked his eyebrow and held back laughter as he looked at Dietrich. He knew it would be hazardous, Dietrich was a distraction from a mile away let alone on the same broom. "Besides, you know the only thing I will fly is my motorcycle." It was true. Michael loved his enchanted motorcycle to death, but he wasn't a huge fan of broom sticks. He always felt so unstable and that was a feeling that he didn't particularly like, especially when one was so high up in the air.

Michael let out a chuckle at Dietrich's story. "Congrats. I wish I had seen that." He said truthfully, touselling the blonde hair on Dietrich's head. A part of him wished he had attended the game. There was always that chance that Michael would miss something good when he didn't attend. But this time, he had been more thankful that he didn't go and as Dietrich asked if he had got anything planned, Michael felt the small box in his pocket dig into his thigh and he was pleased with his decision to stay behind. He needed all the time he could get to relax himself as he had feared his heart would explode with how nervous he had been. Although Michael had had a chance to calm down and steel himself for his plans. "Yeah sort of." Michael mumbled in responce to Dietrich's question. He aimed for casual and was pleased when he pulled it off. Just in case Dietrich had seen passed the casual words though, Michael pulled out his wand and said, "Accio bruise paste." Flinching when he heard a small crash as the paste flew through the apartment towards the couple on the couch.

 

[Dietrich Metzger]

Dietrich was commonly someone that they would all look to, and he had recently applied for the position of Seeker, not knowing that the coach already gave it to him because their seeker had to quit due to family reasons. Dietrich would tell Michael this later though. He liked playing Chaser, but he nearly always spotted the golden snitch before the other seeker so he liked being the seeker. It was something to really have a handle on the game and all that. He liked playing the chaser too, but he preferred the seeker position. Dietrich snuggled next to Michael even more because he loved to inhale that sweet scent that he had on him all of the time. Dietrich was in love and over the hills for Michael. He had nothing planned right now other than just sitting here with Michael because even though he had other people in the past, no one was quite like him. The blonde moaned softly and inaudibly as Michael ran his fingers through his blonde locks. He was glad that his hair was not tangled or else he might have cursed because he did have a sensitive scalp. Dietrich blinked his teal eyes and then he chuckled, “I suppose not because I might be snogging you to death, and distracting the other team.” That was something that he thought was humorous just to imagine just because it was him. They would be a beautiful sight that was for sure, but playing Quidditch?

That would be impossible because no one could play and be on the same broom with some hot stud. “You and your motorcycle. Sometime I wonder if you love that thing more than me,” teased Dietrich with a smile on his pinked lips. Though he wished that Michael was there to see the victory that they had scored. But after he was healed, he might celebrate tonight if Michael was up for it. He could always put on that little outfit that would make any straight boy want to make out with him, figure of speech of course. “I wish you were there too, babe,” Dietrich intoned tiredly. Though he did not want anything bad to necessarily happen in case someone got the wrong idea to aggravate one of the team players and that was something that Dietrich did not like to do to other team, and that was insulting them after losing. It was all a game anyway. Dietrich leaned up a little bit so that his sparkling teal eyes could meet with Michael’s enchanting eyes that just stole his breath away. “You have something planned?” Dietrich said with a smile before his head inclined toward the sound of the crash and he raised an eyebrow as the bruise paste was intercepted by the blonde, “Hopefully it involves rubbing me down with this stuff.” Dietrich laughed softly, as he knew that there was at least three bruises that were painful to the touch at least on his back and chest.

 

[Michael Drape]

Michael snorted at Dietrich's response. "Distracting the other team? Babe, we would be distracting everyone, including the people watching the game." Michael commented with a wink and he knew that his statement was truth. Even if Michael and Dietrich gave each other an innocent kiss in public, they usually had everyone stopping and staring. Mostly females, probably because Michael and Dietrich were quite the good looking men and Michael was not afraid to admit that they were. No point arguing the truth, right? Michael grinned and settled himself even further (if it were possible by this stage) into Dietrich's side, enveloping the blonde completely in his arms, an almost itching need to be closer to Dietrich even when they were so close already.

Michael pressed a kiss to Dietrich's forehead. "How could I love anything more than I love you. And I'll destroy it in an instant if you accuse me of such things again." He joked, another soft kiss was pressed to Dietrich's lips this time. "I love you so much." The words were probably felt more than heard as Michael whispered them with his lips still touching Dietrich's. The word love, that had once been so foreign to Michael now fell smoothly from his mouth every time he looked into Dietrich's teal eyes. He loved him. So much that sometimes Michael couldn't breathe from just how much he loved him.

"It very much involves rubbing you down with this stuff." Michael grinned widely, moving slightly away from Dietrich to tug lightly on his shirt. Pulling it over his boyfriends head, Michael tossed it to the ground, examining the few bruises that spotted his boyfriends skin. Michael's brow crinkled in a small frown, cursing the players that put those bruises there. Michael turned Dietrich, so that the Quidditch players back was facing him and coating his fingers with the paste, Michael placed a feather light kiss on the place where the bruise was before smearing the paste on. He did so gently with Dietrich's other bruises, taking his time, pampering Dietrich like he deserved to be pampered. When he was finished, he spelled his hands clean of the paste and tossed the tub on the floor with Dietrich's shirt. He then pulled the blonde back against him, Michael's chest flat against his back, chin resting on Dietrich's shoulder. His heartbeat sped up as his hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the small black velvet box with the teal ribbon on top. He held it in his palm as he lay them back on the sofa, feeling the blondes weight resting on top of him and feeling completely safe, content and comfortable.

Michael wasn't the romantic type. He had his moments, but he preferred things to be natural. They felt more real and genuine that way. He believed that a moment could be perfect without trying and perhaps it was the fact that one didn't try that made it even more perfect. So in that moment, Michael placed the small box on Dietrich's bare stomach. Inside it rested two rings. Michael didn't say a word, just resting the box on his boyfriend who was resting on him. Michael didn't want a fancy dinner or candles or flowers to prove to Dietrich that he loved him. He wanted just them and their everyday moments together to be the proof of how well they fit together and how Michael wanted those moments to continue, for the rest of his life. He found himself nervous about what Dietrich would think or say, but only to an extent. The larger part of Michael knew that they belonged together. Their chemistry was too great to just pass off as something meaningless. It was everything to Michael and the small box was proof. Michael wanted the blonde in his life forever. And that was all there was to it.

 

[Dietrich Metzger]

Dietrich bit his lip in response, knowing that it was true that they would be distracting everyone, even those observing in the benches. Dietrich knew that he could bring on the action because every time he and Michael were out, there were always observers in some art or form. It was incredible, how some people could stare as if they were about to be hit by a moving metal object like a motorcycle. Dietrich wondered how some people in this world were just silly enough to even think that what he and Michael were doing were wrong, but he knew that they all received some sort of guilt pleasure in watching them. Dietrich smiled with absolute glee when Michael gave him a kiss on his forehead. Little moves like that made Dietrich’s heart beat faster than normal and butterflies to pound against the walls of his stomach. Dietrich thought for a moment and he shook his head, “My love for Quidditch stands strong, but not as strong as you, whereas your motorcycle would be like me quitting Quidditch. I could never ask you to do such a thing and if you did, I might have to give you a naughty spanking.” Dietrich wiggled his eyebrows and he laughed softly. Dietrich felt Michael’s kiss upon his own, and he turned the kiss with equal force, and whispered against him after Michael told him that he loved him, “I love you too.” The words meant so much to Dietrich, proof that they would and will love each other for days and years to come.

With a smirk of what Michael was going to do, he gladly helped remove his shirt. His teal eyes tossed it to the floor, and wondered if he would have to remove anything else. The bruises were dark upon his bronze skin. Easily seen and they even looked painful. Dietrich moved as well so that he could place his back to Michael. Then the cold paste went onto his skin, and he could feel not only the paste but also those magical fingers do their work. They really were magic, compared to the other times he had gone to the spa and been massaged by someone else. Michael trumped them all. The bruises healed and the pain went away. Dietrich glanced down to see the tub roll across the floor for a moment before settling down right side up. His eyebrows went up slightly, but then he felt Michael’s chest against his pare back. Out of instinct, Dietrich purred lightly with absolute happiness. No man in this world had a better man than Dietrich did. Everything Michael did for him, everything he did for Michael; no one could surpass that in Dietrich’s eyes. He thought that they were the hottest man-man couple this world has ever seen. Dietrich managed to turn this man to realize that he was bisexual, while he turned Dietrich to complete homosexual.

Or maybe the fact that he had five children turned him into males because he did not want anymore. He freaked out when he saw that he had one son, Benjamin, and then one by one, they came to him. The fact that now Dietrich was top of Michael, it just felt right. Thankfully, Dietrich was not on the large side – in fact he was a little scrawny. Dietrich hoped that there would be nothing wrong with this. However, Dietrich felt something off about his stomach. He felt something laying on it, and it sure was not his boyfriend’s hands. His teal eyes landed on the box with the bow the color of his eyes. Dietrich let out a soft, “Hmmm?” with his lips. It was a box, but when Dietrich opened it, Dietrich was completely speechless. Was this, an engagement ring? For the two of them? Well, there were two rings, and it seemed to fit. Dietrich’s heart raced, but his words did not come out of his mouth. He was so much in shock, he just stared at it dumbfounded. Turning his head to the side to get a better look at Michael, he whispered, “Is this…what I think it is?” Dietrich paused for a moment, “Engagement rings?” Without even thinking, he slipped his on and he held the other one. It was Michael’s, right? Pure happiness radiated in his teal eyes.