Dusk and Desire - A Mattheo Riddle Story

Puzzle Pieces

"She's been fucking killing me," Mattheo groaned as one of his hands raked through his scalp and the other pulled at his face.

"Who?" Theo asked with a cigarette poised between his lips. They were finally having some guy time after going far too long without it. Mattheo was beginning to wonder if Theo had some secret fling or something. Both boys were known whores around the Hogwarts grounds but that had never stopped them from having a good cigarette, maybe a couple of beers before. Mattheo practically had to corner Theo to finally hang out.

Now, they stood next to the Black Lake while a storm lingered not far away, smoking cigarettes Theo smuggled into the castle. The still water shuddered every once in a while from the booming of the far-off thunder. It reminded Mattheo of the time Evelyn went missing his third year and his brother had set a perpetual thunderstorm on the castle for weeks. It was bloody miserable, though he had to admit that the dark grey clouds added something to the atmosphere now.

He groaned. "Haven't you been listening? Nora. She's been driving me insane."

Theodore Nott rolled his eyes. "How?"

"It's like she's turned into this fucking vixen. One minute, she's biting my head off in class or at Quidditch practice like she always does, the next she's pulling me into a broom closet and grinding on me like she's in fucking heat." He pulled down the collar of his shirt. "Look what she did to me! I look like I have dragon pox with all the damn hickeys she's given me."

His friend snorted before taking a drag. "And that's a bad thing?"

"Maybe not for you because you want to win the damn bet but for me it sure as hell is. I think there's going to be a new shade of blue to describe my balls pretty soon."

"By all means, give in and save me twenty galleons," Theo said with a wry smirk. "I didn't think it was possible for you to go this long."

"To be honest, me neither."

And that was an understatement. The last time Mattheo went more than a couple of days without at least jacking off, his age was probably in the single digits. He always considered himself a sexual sort of bloke—and why shouldn't he be? It was sort of what he was known for. Between the secret parties, the many women, and the little black market liquor business he had going on under the table, Mattheo liked to have a good time, which was completely the opposite of Nora "Stick Up Her Ass" Rosier. It was one of the many reasons they never got along.

Yet there she was, showing this fiery side of her that he didn't know existed. She was grabbing his cock as she passed him in the hallway, biting on his neck while he thrust into her, making the most perfect moan he'd ever heard, all while being a bloody brilliant Quidditch player.

Had the world gone mad? Had Mattheo Riddle finally learned to respect Nora Rosier?

His month was almost up and he looked forward to it more and more every day. Of course the forty galleons were a big, big part of that (he was, after all, a greedy son of a bitch) but an even bigger part was the knowledge that he was soon going to be able to finally fuck her like he'd been wanting to. If their chemistry was this off the charts now, when he couldn't do any more than push her against a wall and press his dick into her—a loophole he was more than happy to utilize often—then what would it be like when he could finally have her?

Oh, it was going to be the most spectacular thing he'd ever experienced.

Mattheo had spent many, many, many (maybe just one more many to be safe) nights with girls. He didn't do attachments, he didn't fuck a girl more than a handful of times, and he flirted with just about any girl alive. Hell, he called all of them his future wife just on the off chance it would be correct.