The Boosh

When Gods Speak

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 02:32:50 GMT

This is for suedeauxnim She asked for this...and it took me a bit to get it here...but...here it is!

Title: When Gods Speak
Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauder Era)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Fabian/Gideon/Sirius, Fabian/Gideon
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome, incest, slash, bondage, sexy times...
Summary: The Prewetts are back at Hogwarts. What happens when Sirius finds them in the library.

Sirius Black would be lying if he said that he didn't find some interest in the Prewett twins. They were gods! No. They were more than that. They were the gods of pranking! Their book about pranking had been the sole teacher for the Marauders. It had blown his mind to think that they could come up with this alone.

All of this combined with the sheer shock at the sight of his two heroes at Hogwarts was enough to make Sirius a very unfocused young man. He looked over towards James, grinning like a mad man. “They are here, Jamie! Here at Hogwarts! The gods of pranks. We've got to find a way to talk to them.”

“You saw them? Where were they? Do you think we'll get the chance to?”

“You two are like two girls mooning over a Quidditch player,” Remus added dryly.

“Shut up, Remus. The Marauders wouldn't be who they are today without the help of Fabian and Gideon Prewett.” James looked like a small child on Christmas or probably like Remus did when he found out that he would get to go to school with all the other kids despite his...condition. Remus just rolled his eyes and kept taking notes on the lecture.

“When do you think that we'll be able to see them?” James softened his voice despite the fact that he was almost certain that Professor Binns could talk through any situation without interruption. He could bore anyone with his never-ending talk of Troll wars and Goblin revolts. This was one of the few days where James and Sirius weren't sprawled out across their desks asleep.

“I don't know.” Sirius turned to Peter, smiling sweetly at him. “Petey...Dearest, sweetest Peter.”

“Yes, Sirius?” The boy next to them had already zoned out due to the deliriously boring task of listening to Professor Binns.

“I need you to do me a BIG favor and use your...special skills to find someone for us...”

“What?” There was a moment of confusion before the light clicked on and he let out a soft, “Oh...You mean Wormtail?”

“Yes. That's what I mean. Fabian and Gideon Prewett are at the school. The gods themselves have graced Hogwarts once again with their presence. You have to find them for us. Please?” He gave the smaller boy a pout combined with a look that could make even the most hardened of hearts beat inside their shells.

“Alright...” Peter smiled a little while Remus just rolled his eyes and continued to focus on the Troll wars of the 1700s.

*****

It hadn't been Wormtail's works that helped Sirius find the Prewett twins. In fact, he'd been rather uncharacteristically scouring the library because Remus had reminded him that they could indeed be anywhere. There was a strange noise coming from the restricted section that caught his attention.

“Fabian...we shouldn't...in a library.”

“Shush, Gid. You know I'll win this.”

Sirius snuck quietly through the door after checking that the area surrounding it was clear. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Fabian and Gideon kissing. It was strangely beautiful. Their bodies moved like one. One would move forward as the other moved back. It was like a piece of art. Sirius had never understood why Remus liked art so much until this day, until this very moment, until he saw art in action in the bodies of Fabian and Gideon Prewett: his heroes, his gods.

“I think we've been caught, Fabian,” Gideon said, a playfulness about him. Sirius felt himself blush for all of a minute before he got himself under control.

“I suppose it's a double catch, if you follow me, Gideon.”

“I do indeed follow you.”

“What's your name, then? I suppose we ought to know who to blackmail.” Fabian disentangled himself from his twin before turning lean against the bookshelf. His lithe body distracted Sirius again for a moment before he brought himself back.

“Sirius.” He cleared his throat. “Sirius Black.”

“A Black? In Gryffindor?”

“Fancy that.”

“Fancy that indeed.” Fabian made his way over to him, his movements seeming rather majestic at the time. “And a pretty one at that.” He caught his chin in his hand, looking him over the way he'd seen Remus study books. It made him shudder involuntarily. Part of him hated acting anything like a girl and rather unlike himself.

Shaking himself inwardly, he pushed past all the awe and amazement. “And you're...Fabian and Gideon Prewett.”

“He knows us, Gideon.”

“So I heard.”

“Your book...on pranks. My mates and I found it in our room in Gryffindor. It's been rather inspiring.” He stepped back a little, trying to disconnect the differing skin. It made it hard enough for him to pay attention and sound intelligent when they were in the same room as him...but touching him? That was a different story altogether.

“So you're an admirer?” Fabian turned to his brother, smiling widely. “What do you think, Gid? Can we play with him?”

“Play...with...” Sirius stopped himself when his mind caught on with what they were saying. He'd just been about to sound like a complete virgin too. “Ah. Nevermind.”

“I suppose we can. As long as he's willing.” Two sets of blue eyes flicked over in sync to look him over.

“Willing? I'm Sirius Black. I was born willing.”

“A little spunky too. Here I thought he was going to be one of those awkward types.”

“Lucky for you, he's not.”

“Lucky indeed.” Fabian walked around him, ignoring the fact that he was, as of this moment, rather disheveled. He smiled to himself before looking over towards Gideon. He leaned in close, whispering, “So, kid...”

“Not a kid...”

“Sorry,” responded Fabian in a voice that sounded believably apologetic. “We were going to wait to find a third for our...”

“Recreational sport,” Gideon offered.

“Good thinking, Gid.” The blond grinned widely, moving over to kiss him as a means of thanks.

“But we thought we might invite you.”

“And this is a solid offer?”

“As solid as they come,” Fabian responded, a smirk capturing his lips.

“Count me in.”

“Gid, do you think we should...”

“Find a more secluded place? I do, in fact. I can't have dear old Madam Pince walk in on us...”

“Desecrating her dear books?” Fabian and Gideon looked towards Sirius at the same time, eyebrows arched.

“Did he just...”

“I think he did, Fabian.”

“How did he know...”

“Perhaps he has a twin...but I don't recall there being more than two Black boys...”

“I don't have a twin. I have a brother. Younger. No twin.” Sirius made a disgruntled noise at the memory of his brother, looking off to the side.

“Right. Follow us.”

*****

They walked along the halls quietly, a couple shared glances between the twins at the sounds of whispering. Sirius wondered idly how to understand the conversations between them. He and James had their own language based off looks and body language and a slight bit of fidgeting but their language was different, more fluid. A slight touch here and there, a soft laugh, the way they could practically guess each other's moves, a quick glance. It was amazing how they could communicate so efficiently.

He glanced up as they stopped outside of a seemingly blank wall. Realization dawned on him as they started to pace back and forth. “Might as well join.”

Sirius nodded quickly before joining them in their pacing and thinking of things that he might find in the room. The door appeared and Fabian opened it, holding it open for the other two before following after them. Sirius looked around the room, eying the rather large bed, bookshelves, several items used for bondage, and oddly enough...what appeared to be a sexy librarian outfit for a man.

“Who?” Gideon looked around, gesturing to the outfit.

“Not me. I'm not really into librarians for the most part.

“Ehhh...” Sirius looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Part of a prank we were planning for next week. Snape has it coming to him.”

“He's that greasy little git, isn't he?”

“He is. Giant nose and all. I thought it would be a comical way to start the morning.”

“Comical indeed.”

Sirius looked off to the side, cursing himself for thinking about some inane roleplay that he had thought of asking Remus to participate in if he could ever get up the courage to mention it. He flashed the other two a grin before leaning against one of the bookshelves, trying to seem aloof.

“What do you think, Fabian?” There was a shared look, which ended with Gideon smiling.

“I think that's a wonderful idea, minute younger brother.” They looked towards Sirius before grabbing him by the arms and dragging him towards the bed.

“So docile.”

“So far.” Fabian smirked as they started to undress him as a team. “Well well well,” murmured Fabian as he looked him over. “If the rest of your family is anything like you, I think I'll have to find reasons to trap them in here as well.”

“Behave, Fabian.” Gideon's voice didn't give off any hints of lurking danger but there was a quick flash of something in his eyes before they went back to their normal state of amusement. Fabian returned the look with one of innocence before pushing Sirius on the bed and trapping his arms in the leather wrist cuffs attached to the bed.

“He does look rather pretty there, doesn't he, Gid?” Both men moved almost simultaneously to one side, standing across from one another.

“I have to agree.” Fabian leaned over, kissing his chest and letting his tongue flick over the skin briefly.

“Tastes rather nice too.”

“Does he?” Gideon leaned over and proceeded to copy his brother's move. “Hmmm. He does, doesn't he?”

In a minute that seemed almost like the blink of an eye both of the Prewett twins were standing before Sirius, naked. It hadn't felt like they could be more like gods to him until that exact moment in time. They had lean bodies made up of lightly muscled arms and chiseled abs. The only difference he could tell was the hair color. Fabian was a blond through and through while Gideon was a redhead. They were gods and he was but a mere mortal in comparison. A mortal who wished to be hoisted up into their league and named a god by people other than himself. The feeling of their lips against his skin, fingers exploring new territory, was nearly enough to keep him satisfied for hours.

Sometimes he would let out a sound, reminding himself of who it was and who it most certainly wasn't, and sometimes the only response was a sharp intake of breath or a change in breathing pattern. He felt a mouth on his neck, nipping at the skin and a mouth on his stomach. He didn't know which belonged to who. Then again, he wasn't too overly concerned with it. One was just as talented as the other and both were erratic and yet well planned in their movements.

His head was spinning exceptionally fast when he felt a tongue on his cock. It made his his jerk involuntarily and drew out a soft moan. “I think he liked it, Gid.”

“So it would seem. Let me try.” Gideon moved over, moving his tongue along the vein. It gained him another moan and a back arch. “I would say he likes it, Fabian. Should we indulge him?”

Sirius bit back at his instinct to beg, taking his lower lip between his teeth to distract himself. Fabian looked him over a moment before nodding. “I think we ought to.” He turned to his brother, a grin spreading across his face. “But we've come to the dilemma of who goes first?”

“That is a dilemma.”

“I don't bloody care who goes first, just go.” Sirius groaned in slight frustration at the lack of attention.

“Demanding little bugger, isn't he?”

“Better get on with it, Fabian. I know you want to go first.” Gideon nearly laughed at the childish delight on his brother's face.

“As it should be. I am the older one, anyway.” Fabian smiled towards his brother before holding out his hand towards his brother. “The essentials, please.” Gideon laughed softly before handing over a bottle of lube.

“You know about that?” Sirius felt a little puzzled. He'd found out about it from James, so it wasn't like he figured that no other wizards knew about it. In fact, now it sounded increasingly stupid.

“What? Just cause we're pureblood wizards means that we don't know about lube?”

“I think not, sir.”

“Not thinking clearly. Sorry.”

“I'll say you're not thinking clearly...” Fabian lightly tapped Sirius' cock, laughing as he drew in a deep breath. “Anyway...we best get on...”

The redhead hummed to himself just a little before coating his fingers and cock. He pushed one inside the boy beneath him, grinning as he squirmed and pushed back against it. Sirius felt like he was in heaven just now. Like he could die and be happy now...but he was getting ahead of himself. Might as well last through the sex first. He made a small, delighted noise as the finger inside him began to move. It was followed by another one as a second finger entered. He barely registered the occasional comment from either Gideon or Fabian about his reactions to the current movement.

Suddenly the fingers were gone and he was rather disgruntled until he felt the cock of one of his heroes push inside of him. With his hands clenched, back arched, and the look of euphoria on his face, he would have to admit that he did look rather attractive. He wiggled his hips a little once he'd gotten a little more used to the feeling of Fabian being inside him. It was all he could do not to beg him not to be gentle about it. Even now he knew in his mind this wasn't about love-making. This was sex...with gods, with his heroes.

The moment Fabian started moving, the rhythm was set: hard and fast. The scent of sweat permeated the air and Sirius reveled in the feeling of skin slapping against skin and their sweat mixing and the absolute mind-dizzying sex he was having. He let out a moan as Fabian hit his spot, arching his back and throwing back his head. He didn't notice the way that Fabian looked at him or the way Gideon's eyes shut as he forced himself not to surrender and touch his cock. He smiled to himself at the sound of Fabian moaning. It was an almost musical sound. He only questioned how something so beautiful could come out of someone so...masculine. Then he reminded himself that they were, in fact, gods among men.

Sirius felt lips on his neck, on his lips, on any piece of flesh they could find. There were so many sensations at once it was almost like sensory overload. The wrist cuffs moving over the skin, sheets under his back, hands on his body, lips on his body, a cock in his ass. He felt almost like he was being doted on by some suitor. He groaned as Fabian thrust his pelvis forward, making his sweet spot tingle maddeningly.

He felt the end coming and before he could even say it, he was gone, lost in one of the best orgasms he'd had in his life. Once it was over, he felt himself coming back to the reality of things and grinned sheepishly at the man that was now next to him.

“Enjoy yourself?”

“Immensely.”

“Good.” Gideon rolled his eyes at his twin before waving his wand to clean them both up.

“I suppose I'll let you collect yourself before I have a go...but I figure I won't wait too long.” Sirius nodded a little, trying to slow down his breathing and get it under control again.

He'd just started to get back his ability to breathe properly when there were lips against his. He took in a quick breath through his nose, returning the kiss while hands roamed over his skin again. Fingers lightly played along his side, finding places that, even in moments of tiredness, could make his body say 'yes'. Sirius didn't even realize that people could actually be so skilled at finding these places when there was no previous encounter.

Gideon smirked as a simple piano tactic along Sirius' hips and upper thigh caused the boy to take in a breath. They were each rather dizzying in their methods. It was another difference. Each had their own method, their own way of drawing out a specific reaction. Perhaps it was learned in years of what Sirius assumed was practice together.

Sirius' back arched at the feeling of nails running along his sides, followed by a tongue. He felt fingers run over his cock with a feather-light touch. He made a whimpering noise and squirmed slightly.

Gideon grabbed the bottle of lube, coating his cock. He grabbed the younger boy's hips, pushing inside of him. He let out a soft groan while Sirius just breathed in sharply. The two moved together with ease once the the rhythm was set. Sirius groaned and arched his back as the man above him used his mouth to bite and kiss various parts of his body. The slight sucking action on his nipple made his head spin a little.

The experience was certainly different from the one with his twin. It was still the same fast pace but somehow it wasn't as jarring. There was outward stimulation as well as inward. He took in a breath as he felt the whisper of a touch on his cock, followed shortly by a firmer one. Sirius arched into the hand, gaining a moan from the redhead above him. He let his mind go slack, all thoughts of the outside world out of his head. It was just him and Gideon. Gideon Prewett: god of men, brilliant thinker, and extraordinary fucker. He moaned at the mere idea of getting fucked by him and once again as he remembered that was precisely what was happening. Sirius Black was in heaven.

The mixture of penetration and touch brought him closer and closer to the end. Sirius was once again under the realization that his orgasm was absolutely amazing. His eyes rolled back as his head lolled to the side. He felt himself relax into the bed a moment after, blue eyes meeting gray as he came back to consciousness. Gideon leaned over, undoing the restraints.

Fabian nearly laughed as they both fell back onto the bed as if they didn't have any bones to hold them up. The blond man checked his pocket watch, wrinkling his nose slightly. “Gid. Hate to make a rush of things...but we really have to go. Meetings and all.”

“Right,” Gideon responded breathlessly. He got off the bed, grabbing for his wand and cleaning them both off before starting to slip on his clothes. He looked over to his twin once they were done getting cleaned up and put back together.

“We'll see you later, Sirius. Lovely time we had. Perhaps we'll do it again...” Fabian flashed him a grin before they swept from the room almost as if they'd never been there. Do it again? His mind whirled a little more. Not only that...but Fabian Prewett remembered his name.

Sirius got up and cleaned himself off, feeling rather tired. He pulled his clothes on and looked around the room one more time. There was a soft sigh as he left the room, door closing behind him. He walked up to Gryffindor Tower, thinking the whole thing over in his head.

Once he got into the common room, he found James. “You'll never guess what happened.”

HP Character List Take Two

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 01:56:42 GMT

Cause I got more characters under my belt...I thought I'd repost this...

Here's the characters I KNOW I can write for HP, that is...:

Bill Weasley
Ron Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Molly Weasley
Arthur Weasley
Percy Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Hermione Granger
Neville Longbottom
Fabian Prewett
Gideon Prewett
Sirius Black
James Potter
Peter Pettigrew (I like him as a good guy so I tend to AU him...)
Remus Lupin (Not as well as I would like...)
Albus Dumbledore
Minerva McGonagall
Luna Lovegood
Zacharias Smith
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Draco Malfoy (Well enough for my purposes)

If any of you recall me writing anyone else well...let me know...

Also...just let me know any pairings/plots you want. It can be slash, femmeslash, hetero. Just let me know. =)

Weary Memory: Part 1

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 22:39:55 GMT

Title: Weary Memory: Part 1
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Zacharias Smith, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Justin Finch-Fletchley, mentions of past Justin/Zacharias, ~~Eventual Justin/Zacharias~~
Rating: R
Summary: It's after the war and Zacharias Smith is without parents and his childhood home. To deal with this, he turns to drugs. What will happen when Justin Finch-Fletchley tries to help him out?
Warnings: Drug addiction, blow jobs, crazy times...

Zacharias Smith had always been a self-important individual. His mother had always told him he was important and so he always believed it. Even now he believed it despite the fact that he'd lost everything in the war. His parents died in the battle and his house had been taken as well. Seemingly, they'd owed some money that only the house could pay off.

It had all pushed him over the edge. Instead of dealing with it, he'd found comfort in the absolute euphoria that was brought on by a mixture of cocaine and heroin. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to feel good.

Zacharias looked up at the man in front of him, the desperation for his good feeling to return nearly knocking him over onto his stomach. The depression after the high was normal. He knew it would come. It always did. He desired the intense feeling that he got, even if it didn't last for very long.

*****

“I'm not paying you to stare at me longingly, Smith,” came the curt statement from Draco as he looked down at the man on his knees in front of him. He looked nothing like he had looked. His eyes were far more sunken in and he was sickeningly skinny. His blonde hair was shaggy and unkempt. The man looked rather ugly these days. The only reason he kept coming back was because his rates were reasonable, he was good at keeping secrets...even if he was a Hufflepuff, and he was pretty sure that he could suck the cream out of a pastry.

“Right...Sorry...”

Draco didn't want to know about the boy's life and he certainly didn't want to talk about his. This wasn't love. This was lust. So many times he'd imagined that Astoria was someone else, a man, someone far more attractive. Not that she wasn't a beautiful woman. She was absolutely perfect, everything a man could want in a woman. She just wasn't what he wanted.

“Just get on with it already. I don't have all day.” Astoria would be back soon. One of the down sides to being born to an upper-class family. You had to marry to produce an heir. He kept his face neutral, an eyebrow cocked as he stared at Zacharias. The drugs really did affect his brain, Draco realized. It was all he could do to keep from wrinkling his nose at the shorter boy.

Zacharias nodded, before setting to work. He undid his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. Foreplay wasn't necessary in these situations. It was just to satisfy desperate desires that couldn't be fulfilled in home life. He set to work, doing what Draco felt he did best.

*****

Zacharias left the Leaky Cauldron with more money than he'd gone in with. He felt his muscles twitching spastically beneath his skin, the taste of Draco's cum lingering in his mouth. He was about to continue to his flat when he heard his name.

“Smith! Don't you listen when people are trying to get your attention?” The blonde man looked at the tall, lean body of Justin Finch-Fletchley.

“Terribly sorry, Finch-Fletchley. I didn't hear you.” He held himself tall, trying to pretend he looked like his old self.

“You look like shit, Smith.”

“Gee. Thanks. What a lovely set of manners you have, Finch-Fletchley. However did you come by them?” The sarcasm was practically dripping from his mouth before he turned to walk away.

“Look. I'm...” Justin wrinkled his nose a little. “I'm sorry, Zacharias. I didn't mean to.” His voice softened a little as he let his gaze drop to the ground. It made Zacharias falter and look around.

“Don't be such a girl, Justin. I'll talk later. I have some...business to attend to.” He smiled a little and walked away, making his way to a shady Muggle neighborhood. He looked up at his flat, wrinkling his nose slightly. It wasn't a nice place to live but it was all he could afford to live at these times. He never brought his work home. He didn't need them to see the filth he lived in. Not after he'd been so well dressed and well provided for before.

Sometimes he thought about how things would have been if he hadn't run through his parents' money. He'd probably have been able to afford a better flat. He probably wouldn't be working at a Muggle bookstore because he couldn't hold any other job for long enough. He certainly wouldn't be sucking the cocks of those with power and money. He'd done this to himself. He knew that. It didn't mean he had to remind himself on a regular basis, though. He could blame other people. He could blame the war, the Death Eaters, the pitiful attempts to keep his parents safe.

He glared at the door that lead into his flat. “Fucking Slytherin bastards.” He pushed through the door and went straight into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He needed a shower before his next appointment.

He peeled off his clothes, nose scrunching up at the cold air that seemed to be trying to suffocate him in the bathroom. He remembered when he liked the cold, when it excited him to feel the cold wind whip around him. Now he had nothing to keep the cold out. It made his bones ache and his breath catch in his throat. He turned on the shower, making sure there was plenty of hot water flowing before he stepped inside.

*****

Zacharias looked up at the sign for the Hogs Head briefly, blue eyes scanning the area around him. He was reduced to coming to such sketchy places just for a job, just to blow some guy and get money so that he could get back to what he was doing: being absolutely numb to the world around him.

He held himself like he would have any other day and walked inside, eyes scanning the room around him. He steeled himself when he found the person he was looking for.

“I see you could actually find your way, Smith.” Blaise Zabini didn't lift his gaze from his drink, nor did he seem to have much interest in the fact that the man that was standing close by was even there. Zacharias wrinkled his nose slightly before reminding himself to keep a rather neutral look on his face. He wasn't supposed to make anything suspicious. Instead, he trained himself to scan the area, looking as if he was trying to decide whether or not to stay.

“As I remember it, Zabini. We both went to Hogwarts so I am familiar with Hogsmeade.” He focused on a menu that hung above the barkeepers head pretending to study it.

“Draco was right. You are rather feisty.” There was a hint of amusement in the man's voice as he leaned back in his chair. “Room ten. Go around and enter through the rear entrance.” Zacharias nodded, faking a bored look as he turned around and walked out of the establishment, only to walk around it and enter it once again.

He rolled his eyes as he leaned against the door of room ten. He looked at the cracked paint and the layer of filth on it, nearly jumping back in disgust. He looked up calmly as Blaise strolled over and opened the door.

“Might as well come in.”

“Might as well,” Zacharias agreed before stepping into the room and letting the door shut behind him.

*****

“I've got the money. Can we just cut the niceties and have you give me what I came for?” Zacharias' eyes flashed with a little danger and annoyance as he looked at the man before him. He was a pathetic excuse for a man, really. His hair was long and shaggy and it looked like he had barely showered if he had even showered at all. He certainly hadn't shaved recently as the stubble on his face was leaving the ruggedly attractive phase and entering the hobo that lives in a cardboard box phase.

“No need to be impolite. I don't have to give you nothing. I could keep it for meself and ignore your wants and desires.”

“Fine. Fine. I didn't mean to be impolite.” He paused for a moment as the man before him started to talk about something completely off topic. The annoyance started to mount once again. “Look. Can you take the money and give me the stuff?” After a bit of disgruntled mumbling the man handed over a small bag and took the money offered. Zacharias didn't stay to listen to anything else.

*****

Justin knocked on Zacharias' door. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea now that he'd done it. It would take a lot of explaining. Actually, it wouldn't really. He did work for the Ministry of Magic after all. It was their job to keep tabs on wizards and witches. That didn't mean he necessarily had to look but something told him that the boy he used to go to school with needed a lot more help than he realized.

Zacharias glanced at the door, pulling himself up from his couch to answer the door. The smile plastered on his face made Justin pause for a moment. “Zacharias?”

“That's me,” Zacharias replied a bit too cheerily for Justin's liking. “Justin?”

“Yes. I...are you drunk?”

“Nope. Not at all.” The blonde man stepped away from the door and went back to his couch, flopping onto it rather unceremoniously. Justin came inside and shut the door behind him, looking around the apartment.

“Oh.” Justin watched him for a moment, tilting his head before he noticed the white powder on the coffee table. He kept any remarks to himself. He watched the man in front of him. He was so different from his past self like this. The tightly wound parts were let loose and he smiled more easily and laughed. He liked to see this side of him because it reminded him of the days they'd had in their fourth year when it was just them. He bit his lip, trying to push back the thoughts of nights spent tangled together, lips finding any amount of exposed flesh they could.

“Whatever is the matter with you, Justin?” Zacharias' eyes seemed to be clearing slightly as he looked at him. “And what are you doing here?”

“I...” He held up something. “You left this...well...dropped it, really. Earlier...” He lowered his gaze, brown eyes focusing on the ground.

“How did you know where I lived?” The man in front of him looked angry, worried, paranoid. He blanched slightly.

“I...I asked a few people.” He looked off to the side, fingers tangling in his curls.

“Who do you know that would know where I lived? I haven't told anyone.”

“Anyone besides the Ministry of Magic...” Justin glanced up, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

“You spied on me with the Ministry of Magic.” It wasn't a question. It was a statement that sounded bored at first listen. Justin had learned to catch the things that no one else had, though. He could hear the righteous anger beneath it. “Tell me, Finch-Fletchley...what else have you been using your employment in the Ministry to unearth about me?”

“N-nothing, Zacharias. I...I just wanted to see that you were alright.”

“See if I was alright? See if I was ALRIGHT?” The blonde man stepped up in front of him so they were almost nose to nose. “No, Finch-Fletchley. I am not alright. My parents are dead...and I lost my house. Would you be alright? WOULD YOU?”

“I...well...”

“You, what?” Blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

“I thought...” He looked down at the ground. “With fourth year...well...I thought we were...”

“You thought we were what, exactly? Lovers? Best friends? It was just sex, Finch-Fletchley. It didn't mean anything else. Just a fulfillment of physical needs.”

“I...” Justin paused in an unusual act of confidence. “Nevermind. You obviously don't need anyone or anything. I just came to check on you and give this back to you.” He threw it on the ground. “And you know what, Zacharias? Fuck you...”

He turned around and made his way to the door. The last thing he heard as he left was, “Been there, done that...”

A Peculiar Situation

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:53:33 GMT

Title: A Peculiar Situation
Fandom: Harry Potter
Weasley Character/Pairing: Bill/Charlie/Percy
Rating: NC-17
Notes/Warnings: Brother love!, Bondage, incest, threesome, spanking, sexiness!

Bill looked over at his two brothers, tied up on his magically enlarged bed. "This surely isn't a sight I ever thought I'd see."

"Don't be such a prat, Bill. Why are we here...and tied to your bed?" Charlie's eyes flashed dangerously. The oldest of the Weasley children couldn't help but smile to himself.

"I have a bit of a game planned. I'm sure you will both be...up to the challenge." He let his eyes rake over the two of them next to each other. "You're both fairly competitive, after all."

"What do you mean," came the uneasy reply from Percy. Bill moved closer to them, tilting his head slightly as he leaned down, kissing Charlie first and then Percy.

"What I mean, little brothers, is that I am going to go through the effort of sucking your cocks and whoever lasts the longest gets to choose a special fantasy and then we'll play it out. However, I don't want to hear any complaints." He smiled as he looked down at a pocket watch his father had fixed a while back.

"Billy..." The warning in his voice was clear. Bill smiled a little, looking towards Charlie.

"It'll be fun, Charlie. You've never said no to me sucking your cock before..." He moved to touch a few of Charlie's more sensitive spots, putting just the right amount of pressure on them and smiling at the response. "Unless you'd rather forfeit and have to go and have a wank while Percy and I get on with whatever that little fantasy of his that's floating around his brain is."

Charlie made a face, looking towards Percy. Bill knew it was not in Charlie's nature to give up a challenge but he also knew how he felt on a general basis about sharing when it came to him. He arched an eyebrow, waiting for a response from his younger brother. "Fine. Have your fun...but you're going to owe me...big time."

"Of course, Charlie. I promise to make it up to you."

"I don't see why I should play along." Percy scrunched up his nose, eying his oldest brother.

"Because you want to, Perce. That's why." Bill flashed the younger boy a smile, watching as he squirmed a little under his gaze."Now...who goes first?"

"You know the answer to that, Billy. You THINK about choosing him first and I will never have sex with you again." The oldest of the Weasley children held up his hands in surrender.

"Why does he get to go first?" Percy's voice fit with the slight petulant look on his face.

"Would you rather you didn't go at all, Perce?"

"No..."

"Then don't complain."

"Fine," came the childlike response from the youngest boy as he pouted slightly.

Bill laughed softly before undoing Charlie's pants and pulling them down along with his boxers to rest around his knees. He flipped open the pocket watch, smirking as he glanced over at the time, and began his work. He pressed a few teasing kisses, letting his tongue dart out over the sensitive skin. He relished in the whining from his closest brother and the way his hips arched up, wanting more contact with his brother's mouth. There was no way to stop the smirk that captured his lips as Charlie squirmed, making an annoyed noise as he looked up at the ropes restraining him.

"Billy...Stop teasing," he whined softly, hips arching once again. Bill looked up along the younger boy's body, locking eyes with him. He lowered his head, taking Charlie's cock into his mouth. The soft whimper from the boy underneath him was enough to fuel him onward. He could feel Percy's eyes on him and so he made a show of it, filling all of his movements with a sensuality he didn't often express. He heard a mixture of delighted sounds from Charlie and sounds filled with desire and want from Percy. It was enough to make his head swim.

He liked the way he and Charlie moved together. They were practiced and moved with ease no matter what they did. That's what came with being the closest in age when they were younger. Not that everyone that is close in age with a sibling falls in love with that sibling and fucks them while their parents are out of the house or busy enough not to notice.

He felt the curls at the base of his brother's cock tickle at his nose as he moved back and forth. He stopped at one point, nudging his nose into the curls and taking a breath. It was musty and lovely and very much Charlie. He let out a contented hum as he moved back and forward again, drawing out a moan from Charlie.

It was only a few more minutes until Charlie let out a last moan and came in his mouth. He opened his jaw to accommodate for all of it, checking the pocket watch once again. He pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and looking down at the stop watch. "That was a good run, Charlie." The amusement showed on his face as well as in his voice.

He glanced over towards Percy, noting the slight uncomfortable expression on his face and the way he was squirming. "Looks like you're ready to go, Perce." He nearly laughed at the way Percy narrowed his eyes as if to say, 'You bloody well know I am...'

Moving over, he spared one last kiss for Charlie's thigh in an effort to let him know that he was his. He clicked open the pocket watch, making note of the time. His fingers moved deftly to undo the youngest boy's pants, smiling as Percy lifted his hips to make it easier for him to move them down. Bill lowered his head to lick along his brother's length, resisting the urge to smirk at the sharp intake of breath from above. As he took Percy's cock into his mouth, he allowed himself to explore, making note of the places that made his voice go up an octave or drew out a deep, gutteral noise.

He lost himself in the noises, the twitching of muscles beneath him, the scent the younger boy emitted, and working to bring his brother over the edge. It was amusing how really different Charlie and Percy were. Not just looks but scent and the way they responded to things. Charlie was more likely to make a more low pitched sound when he was happy with what he was getting while Percy tended to be more high pitched with the occasional lower sound.

He liked the way Percy smelled but it could never really hold up to the way Charlie smelled. There was an oddly musty, old book smell to Percy's skin with a hint of vanilla. He moved his tongue over his cock, getting a happy little sigh from the boy underneath him. He smiled inwardly the closer the boy got, feeling an inordinate amount of joy as the boy released in his mouth.

Glancing at his pocket watch once it was over, he arched an eyebrow. "Well fancy that."

"What," came the breathy question from Percy.

"Who won?"

Bill looked between them both, nearly laughing as he did. He forced himself to get his breathing under control before he responded. "Strangely enough it was a tie."

"A tie?" Charlie's voice was filled with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. It was the curiosity that intrigued Bill. That usually meant he already had an idea forming in that precious little mind of his. "Might we be untied now, Billy?" His eyes twinkled with mischievousness as he struggled briefly against the school tie hold him.

"Right..." Bill leaned over them each, untying them before settling back on the bed. "I guess that means you two have to think of something you want me to do for you."

Percy and Charlie looked at each other for a moment before smirking and slowly getting off the bed before fixing their clothes. "We'll get back to you on that."

*****

Bill woke with a start, noting the Gryffindor ties around his wrist. He didn't remember them being there when he'd gone to sleep. He looked at them a little longer before looking down at the bed. He was on his stomach. This was...certainly very odd. It was then that he felt another tie go between his lips and get tied at the back of his head. He struggled a little against the restraints.

“Oh, calm down, Billy.” The words came out as a purr as Charlie stepped into his line of vision. “You said you wanted us to tell you what we wanted.” He paused, glancing over towards someone or something out of his line of vision.

“We rather thought we'd show you, instead.” Percy's voice echoed in the room slightly. A moment later he felt a stinging pain in his ass.

“Do be careful, Percy. You wouldn't want to bruise his little bum, spanking it so hard like that.” Bill squirmed a little as he felt another crack to his ass.

“Ok. Ok.” Percy smiled a little, leaning over to kiss lightly at one of the welts on his brother's ass. “I hope it doesn't bruise, Bill.”

“Don't forget who's in control of all of this, Percy. Billy is mine, after all.” Charlie flashed a look at his brother before leaning over to press a few kisses along Bill's back, nipping at the skin here and there. “And this is just for you, Billy.” The younger boy bit the skin at the base of his spine, leaving a small mark.

Bill let out a soft, muffled moan as he squirmed a little more. What was going to happen? He couldn't say that he knew. He felt hands on his skin and at this moment, he wasn't sure whose they were. He had a feeling, though, that they were Charlie's as they found his most sensitive spots with an expertise that he didn't believe Percy possessed. He felt a fleeting moment of uncertainty, whisked away by some unseen force as Charlie's voice echoed in his ear.

“I can't wait to take you, Billy. It's too bad I won't be able to hear you call out my name in ecstasy. I guess I'll have to settle for the nonverbal aspects.” Charlie straddled his legs, smiling as he pressed kisses along his back and dragged his nails along the skin on his sides. He lick up along the red lines that revealed themselves. It resulted in a slight shivering from Bill.

This was certainly more than Bill had expected and he'd never really thought that he would enjoy being in pain quite so much as he did now. Then again...he was rarely ever in pain and in a sexual situation at the same time. Perhaps this was what changed it now. The knowledge that any moment now Charlie, his Charlie, would be fucking him. It made it all the more exciting, all the more intriguing.

In a moment of distraction, he felt his brother push inside him. He let out a moan, muffled by the gag. Charlie gripped onto Bill's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he let out his own moan. It was times like these when Bill was glad his parents slept on the first floor and under Percy's room.

As Charlie set up the pace and rhythm, Bill did his best to take part in the act himself, groaning as his brother hit that sweet spot over and over again with a practiced ease. He relished in the feeling, felt his muscles twitch and spasm under his skin. He lost himself in it all, only coming back in touch with reality the moment he and Charlie reached their end, oddly at the same time.

“Fuck, Billy...” Charlie fell onto his back, only succeeding in rubbing him more into the semen underneath of him. When Charlie moved, there was another set of hands on him.

“My turn, brother dear.” Percy looked over towards the windowsill, eying a rather familiar book. “What is my diary doing in here?” There was a shrill quality to his voice as he grabbed the book. “Who took it?”

“Bill found it. He wasn't going to take it...but I told him to so he did.” Percy shot a look at his brother's before taking it and smacking it down against Bill's bare ass as hard as he could, drawing out a squeak from his brother. “What did I say about bruising, Percy.” There was a hint of warning in his voice.

“I. Don't. Care.” Percy stared him down. “It's my turn now.” There was a slight hardness to his voice as he brought down the diary against Bill's ass again.

Bill squirmed, surprised to find himself getting hard again. It made nearly no sense but he wasn't one to complain in these situations. He looked over, catching Charlie's eye and giving him a look that said he was fine. A few more rounds of ass spanking and Bill's body was coursing with desire.

Percy crawled over him in a moment of uncharacteristic boldness. He lifted up Bill's hips, getting him up on his knees before pushing inside of him. “This is for stealing my diary!” Somehow Bill didn't figure that this really felt very much like punishment even with his ass aching and stinging from the blows. He was almost certain this was no way to make him regret his decisions when Percy rather skillfully found a pattern that drove him wild. It was completely unexpected. Bill didn't even know that Percy knew much about fucking, much less GOOD fucking.

Bill was a ball of intoxicated desire, writhing beneath his younger brother until the very end. Both boys collapsed onto the bed, out of breath and sated. Percy moved, rolling over next to his brother. Charlie moved to untie the gag. “Sorry, Billy. I did tell him...”

“It's fine, Charlie.” Charlie nodded, untying him the rest of the way and casting a cleaning charm over bed and each boy.

“Guess we'd better get to sleep. Mum'll want us up early for breakfast.” Bill nodded and each boy went to their own bed for the rest of the night.

*****

Bill came down the stairs in the morning, wincing with every movement. He sat down at the table, nearly standing right up again. Both Charlie and Percy looked away from him, trying not to laugh.

“Bill, dear. Whatever is the matter? Are you sure you're quite alright?” Molly eyed her oldest son, quietly.

“Fine, Mum. I just fell down and landed funny the other night.” Bill smiled brightly at his mother, ignoring the snickering that came from Percy and Charlie.

Bill leaned forward to get some food and Charlie hit his brother's ass, laughing as he let out a loud yelp. “Charlie Weasley! Behave yourself!”

“Yes, Mum. Sorry, Mum.” Both Charlie and Percy shared a look before bursting into uncontrolled giggles and leaning against the table.

“What is WITH you boys?”

“It's nothing, Mum. Honest. Don't worry about it.” Bill forced his attention onto his breakfast, trying not to laugh himself.

Playtime

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 03:35:50 GMT

Title: Playtime
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairings: Neville/Seamus
Rating: NC-17 (=O)
Warnings: Boy sex, smut, HOTNESS, hilarious!Luna, scheming!Neville, sexy!Seamus
Summary: Neville plots something super special for Seamus with the express help of one Luna Lovegood.

"You're the only one I could ask, Luna!" Neville gave her puppydog eyes and pushed out his lip into a pout. "Pleeeeeaaaaaaseeeeee?"

Luna tilted her head at him for a moment, smiling a little. "You're trying to seduce Seamus, aren't you?"

"I...what?" Neville turned bright red and looked away a little. Yes. He was trying to do that but how did she guess? He'd just told her he needed her help with a special task.

"You are trying to seduce Seamus and get him to sleep with you." Her response was very matter-of-fact, very Luna. He still didn't completely understand her or her apparent knowledge of things he didn't even tell her. She just smiled, a serene manner to the way she walked towards him. "Ok. I'll help you. I think it will make you feel less stressed out to have some sex."

True, he was stressed out. Who wouldn't be with a war going on around them and being beaten and tortured by the Carrows. Obviously Luna could still hold her ethereal qualities and stay light. It didn't matter if she had a bruise on her cheek or anywhere else. She still shone like there was a light inside her body. He desired to have that ability. "I..."

"Come on. You have to be ready before it's after hours. What do I need to do?" She put her hand on his arm lightly, leading him along the corridors and up the stairs till they got to the Gryffindor Tower. She stopped and looked at him, humming softly. It took a moment for him to recall he had to give the password. He felt his face turn bright red beneath the healing bruise on his cheek as he muttered the password.

"I'll tell you upstairs..." Luna nodded and continued to hum as they made their way up the stairs to the room that Seamus and him shared. It was oddly empty these days.He shut the door after Luna made her way in.

"So?" Luna perched on the edge of his bed.

"I...err...I was hoping that you could help me...I can't very well tie myself up alone...and I Seamus mentioned something about bondage once when he was talking to Dean last year...so...I thought..."

"You thought that you would wait for him to find you naked and tied up on the bed?"

"I...err...yes." The last word was spoken softly, nearly inaudible. "I got this..." He held up a deep red ribbon. He blushed a bright red again, looking away. The feeling of a tugging at his belt made his eyes shoot up, landing on Luna's face. "What are you doing?" He cursed himself for the slight squeak in his voice.

"Take your clothes off and get on the bed." Her voice was completely playful and light as she looked him directly in the eyes and slipped his belt off. He decided to do as she said, feeling a bit uneasy as he did. "Don't be so nervous, Neville. You're very attractive." She paused for a moment without looking up from his belt. "You're blushing."

"How did you know?"

"Neville." She looked up at him, an ethereal smile spreading across her lips. "I know you better than you know yourself." He blushed again as her eyes objectively scanned him over. "Let me help you with that." She held out her wand and flicked it a few times at the bruises on his ribs, making them disappear. She didn't say anything about how he didn't tell her about them earlier.

Neville laid himself on the bed, letting his body stretch out. Luna walked over, smiling a little and humming again as she looked down at him. She leaned over, tying his wrists to the bed with his own belts, shushing him when he questioned her.

Neville wasn't sure what to think about this. She just seemed to know what to do. He watched as she stilled once she was done, smiling at the bow around his neck. "You're a present, Neville." She let out a small giggle before leaning over to kiss each of his cheeks. She hummed to herself again before a noise that he didn't hear, caused her to still once more. "I have to go now. He's coming." She smiled and let herself out of the room, waving to a confused Seamus as she walked down the stairs with a little extra bounce to her step and a lightness to her body.

Neville glanced up as he heard the door open again. He smiled a little at the sight of Seamus' face. "Nev...Did you and Luna shag or something? She looked a little...glowy."

"Not so much," Neville replied boredly as he watched Seamus move closer and stop, a slowly dawning realization spreading over his face.

"Is this for...me?" A mischievous smile made its way across his face as he moved closer, looking him over. Neville felt himself blush a little, giving his chest a rosy look.

"I thought...you might..." He bit his lip lightly, worrying it with his teeth. "I thought you might like it," he said softly.

"Like it, hrm?" Seamus eyed the belt confining the other boy to the bed and smiled a little. He looked back to Neville. "And why should I agree to this?" He knew why he should, he just liked to tease the other boy and get him all worked up.

"Because you can fuck me anyway you want...and because right now you are thinking about how bad you want to show me who's boss..." Neville smirked at the audible groan from the other boy, feeling a slight bit of accomplishment. He was happy to see the fact that Seamus started to take off his clothes and crawl overtop of him.He was more than happy when the other boy pulled off the ribbon and he felt the other boy's hands on his skin, nails biting into his hips.

He gasped at the feeling of teeth on his neck and shoulders.He didn't care if there were marks left. Seamus' marks were better, felt better than any injury he got from the Carrows. He squirmed, straining against the belts restraining him. Seamus leaned down close to his ear, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel it for days."

Neville shuddered under him, hips slightly arching. He drew in a sharp breath as Seamus thrust himself inside of him. "Fuck!"

Seamus smirked, looking down at him. "I always love a bit of dirty talk." He let out a groan as he started to move inside Neville. He set a fast, hard pace, mouths pressing together in messy kisses that were often broken by moans and words of praise or jarbled, unintelligible to either party. Neville gasped at the feeling of Seamus' teeth digging into his shoulder.

"Seamus," Neville moaned as he was pushed over the edge and released.

Seamus lasted only a few moments longer, letting out a moan of, "Fuck, Neville" as he released into the boy beneath him and nearly collapsed on him.

Neville felt his breathing coming in fast, short gasps as he tried to get the oxygen it felt like he'd lost earlier back. "Enjoy yourself," he asked, a slight amount of amusement leaking into his voice.

"We'll certainly have to do this again some time," came the breathy response.

Comforting Words

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 06:03:48 GMT

This is for l3petitemort
Title: Comforting Words
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Hermione/Neville
Rating: R (I think...)
Summary: Hermione is concerned about her parents after the war and finds comfort in someone who understands her pain.
Warnings: Sex...umm...yeah...That's all I can think of...

Hermione didn’t know what to do after the war. She picked at her tattered shirt and let out a sigh. There were so many people dead now. She looked all around her, eyes taking in the destruction. It made her cringe. She was just glad to know her parents were virtually safe. Suddenly she felt something between a stabbing sensation and a twinge in her heart and she looked at the ground. They didn’t remember they were her parents.

She dropped to her knees in the middle of the field, paying no attention to the people around her. Her small frame shook as she fought back tears unsuccessfully. She bent over forwards. Her long hair spread out around her and she sobbed into her knees. She missed her parents and now she had no idea if she could get them back.

A hand on her back made her jump. “Her-Hermione?” She sat up, recognizing the voice as Neville’s.

“Neville.” She sounded breathless as she said his name. “What…”

“You looked like you needed someone to attend to you,” he responded, cheeks tinged a pink color.

“Oh. I…” She paused for a moment as she let the brown-haired boy help her off the ground. “I thought you would be with your grandmother,” she added quietly.

“My grandmother is fine, Hermione.” She marveled at the change in him. He was so much more confident now, so much more put together. Even with dirt and blood all over his face and clothes. She smiled as he stood in front of her. “It’s going to be alright, Hermione.” He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. She felt the smallest of shivers run down her spine at the contact.

“You’re sure?” It was strange, she mused. They’d seemed to switch roles altogether. He was confident and assuring and she was nervous and uncertain of herself.

“You’ll get them back.” Brown eyes shot up to look in his eyes, trying to figure out how he seemed to know what was upsetting her. “And if you want to, I’ll be there to help you.”

“Thank you, Neville.” She blushed, dropping his gaze and moving to lean against him. She assured herself that it was just that she needed a friend, needed a small amount of innocent contact. Hermione was surprised to find one of Neville’s arms around her shoulder. She found herself nuzzling against his neck. He smelled like dirt and grass and nature. It was calming and allowed her to relax against him.

“Let’s go get you checked out.” Hermione nodded slowly and let herself be led off towards the group of people who were checking over all the survivors.

*******

Weeks passed and Hermione hadn’t seen much of anyone else. She spent most of her time in St. Mungo’s with her parents as they got their memories worked on. Her hair was bushier than normal and there were dark circles under her eyes. It hadn’t been a good few weeks. She walked out to get some more coffee from the snack room, running into someone who seemed to be on the same train of thought.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” She stopped in the middle of her sentence as brown eyes rested on Neville’s face. “Neville.”

“Hey, Hermione.” He smiled towards her, a slight laughter in his eyes.

“What are you…” She stopped, realizing why he was here before she finished her sentence. “Your parents,” she added dumbly before shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I’m not really altogether here.”

“When did you sleep last,” he asked, voice full of concern.

“I don’t really know,” she admitted, looking down at the ground. “I think sometime between two and three this morning.”

“Why don’t you come to my flat, Hermione. I can make you something to eat and you can take a nap.” She had just been about to argue when he pressed a finger against her lips. “Your parents will be fine. The staff here is surprisingly astute in the art of taking care of their patients.”

“What if-”

“What? Your parents will be fine, Hermione. They’ll contact you if something changes. You need some rest.”

******

For the first time in her life, she gave total control to someone else. She let him lead her to his flat, make her food, and attend to her. She didn’t know where this side of Neville came from but she had to admit it was wonderful. Hermione found herself laughing for the first time since the war started as he told her stories about his and Luna’s antics at the school. She had to admit that girl really was far more amusing than she gave her credit for.

“So then she just looked him right in the eye and said, ‘My father wouldn’t lie about Crumple-horned snorkaks.’ and they were so infuriated that she stood by her story. She was brilliant.”

“Sounds like it.” Hermione smiled, feeling her stomach twist as she catches his gaze. She pushed the thought away and stands up, taking her plate to the sink. She felt her cheeks heat up as she does. She didn’t notice Neville doing the same thing. She turned around, finding herself face to…well…chest with Neville. How did she fail to notice that he was so tall? “Sorry…”

“It’s alright.” Neville reached around her to put the plate in the sink before stepping back a little. “You can use my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“I don’t want you to-”

“I want to, Hermione. Don’t think so much.” He led her towards the room and she turned when they got to the door and rose up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Neville.” She noticed the slight blush on his cheeks and blushed herself. She certainly didn’t expect to find herself with Neville’s lips pressed against hers and she really didn’t expect to be enjoying it. She felt electricity running through her veins and she moved her hands up, letting her fingers tangle in his hair.

They moved awkwardly into the room, hands exploring the new territory. Hermione’s head felt light and her limbs no longer felt weighed down as she pulled off articles of clothing. Everything felt like it was on fire and she had never felt this way before in her life. The feeling of Neville’s breath on her skin made her shiver despite the heat flowing through her body.

He wasn’t built, he didn’t have muscles hiding but his body against hers felt right. It felt like he could protect her from everything anyway. The normal nervousness that accompanied her when she was naked in front of someone else had melted away before it could even rear its head. She arched her back just enough so that she could feel her stomach pressed against his. A smile worked its way onto her lips. His teeth lightly caught the skin on her collarbone and she made a small noise.

“Merlin, Neville.” It came out softly as his mouth worked at her neck and breasts. She’d had no idea he could even think these things without blushing, much less do them. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she pulled lightly at it. He looked up at her and she wrinkled her nose at the loss of his mouth.

“I…do you…” He paused, catching his breath for a moment. “Do you want to…”

“Fuck me, Neville Longbottom.” She looked him in his eyes, not wavering in the slightest. She’d decided it was time to say exactly what she wanted. She noticed the change that came over the boy on top of her and it sent shivers down her spine and made her all the more excited. She watched as he moved to grab something from the side table. He held up a vial with some potion in it.

“Luna said they would come in use at times like this.” Hermione tilted his head at him before taking the potion and downing it. It sent a cool sensation over her body that disappeared after a moment. She pulled Neville down, mashing their mouths together once again.

“Fuck me,” she murmured against his lips again. The bookworm was glad to find that her request was granted this time. However, the moment he pushed inside her, she felt a pain that caused her to seize up for a moment and dig her nails into Neville’s back.

“Are you alright,” he asked softly. She nodded slowly as she started to let herself relax. She bit down on her lip and took a few deep breaths.

“I’m ok.” She lifted her hips as if to prove it.

With every movement, she felt her whole body slowly burning with an intensity that she’d never experienced. It was wonderful and it didn’t take long for her to be pushed over the edge and she let out a moan, arching her back slightly. She felt Neville release a moment later and she smiled at the sound that came from his mouth.

As they lay next to each other on the bed, Hermione found herself feeling more at ease than she had in a long time. “Thank you, Neville,” she murmured as she snuggled against him.

“You’re welcome, Hermione.”

Cause I can

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 14:08:47 GMT

OK! So...Cause this is what's happening...

Here's the characters I KNOW I can write for HP, that is...:

Bill Weasley
Ron Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Molly Weasley
Arthur Weasley
Hermione Granger
Neville Longbottom
Fabian Prewett
Gideon Prewett
Sirius Black
James Potter
Peter Pettigrew (I like him as a good guy so I tend to AU him...)
Remus Lupin (Not as well as I would like...)
Albus Dumbledore
Minerva McGonagall

If I recall more I will add to the list. HOWEVER, I have a little something for you all...

Choose your characters and tell me something you want fic or drabbley-wise and I will write it for you as best I can...=)

I can't start till after Friday, though...cause I have a test to study for...

Edit: I would like to add that if there is a character you would like me to attempt off of this list of people and you want it real bad...I will do it too.

Motherfuckers!

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 02:15:54 GMT

OK! So...once again...the nursing department has seen fit to screw over my life. I mean, really. LOOK HERE, MOTHERFUCKERS! I AM NOT SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT! I am not your little lunchtime conversation piece and I am not your passing through the hallways conversation piece and I am CERTAINLY not your talk fucking anywhere you want to each other conversation piece.

Aren't you supposed to...Oh...I don't know....TELL SOMEONE BEFORE YOU GO SPREADING SHIT ABOUT THEM TO THE OTHER TEACHERS?

Forgive me...I am looking for logic in all the wrong places...once again. Whatever was I thinking? Damn my logical thinking and my hopes for sanity! Not that I am sane...ever...but I am TRYING to be better. I was starting to trust people and now they've gone a head and FUCKED that over. I was rude to my mother because SHE decided to get on my case too today. I was pissed. Like...really.

So...I was told that everyone in the nursing department is concerned about me and they don't think I'm gonna be safe around the patients. I like how something so SMALL has been exploded into something so BIG. Like...I don't understand at all. It's fucking stupid as shit. So I am not allowed to go to clinical tomorrow...cause they are tarded...

So...I am getting drunk with my friend Megan and being PISSED off at them. Fuck the nursing department. Fuck them. Really...

Here's the convo with my mother...

Mom: What's going on? Are you taking your meds and are they working? So what happens if you don't go to clinicals? I think it's best if you delete your post....people do read these things. Sometimes you have to go along and not be so combative. You need to get a job when you graduate and they don't give you a good recommendation it could be very difficult. I know you were tired but you need to get this nipped in the bud....you are 70 miles away so we can't exactly help you.

Me: It's funny you should go on about this. I am taking my meds and they ARE working, thank you. And people can read them all the fuck they want. I am pissed right now. What has happened is that I made the mistake of saying the word depressed and being absolutely exhausted and then the entire nursing program set off the alarm button.

And you...you are NOT helping with this right now. Sitting here and telling me what to do while the rest of the goddamn entire world sees fit to do so as well...is not what I need.

And I am NOT being combative, mother. I am frustrated and rightly so...because the nursing teachers seem to feel it important to tell everyone everything and then gang up on me cause I am the one person that has admitted depression. I am sorry if that is against your damn principles for someone to get upset over it.

I will just play goddamn happy family and pretend that my whole world is sunshine and daisies because that is the only goddamn way they will let me out of this program. I hate them and I hate that I have to do this stupid bullshit. So there...Have a happy day filled with your own bullshit...

Mom: I'll reply later please stop with the cursing I'm sick of it

Daily records

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 05:53:55 GMT

Today was a mix of good and bad.

I got some cuddles and back tickles...and I am so freaking tired. So I am off to bed.

I'll edit this tomorrow and tell more of what happened...

EDIT:

Ok...So...I already talked about the one thing...

But then I was really tired yesterday...because I hadn't slept all night...because I was studying for my test. (I don't know how I did. I'll let you all know later) BUT! anyway...I was really spacey and just kind of out of it cause I was just plain tired. I was in a meeting with my teacher and she was talking to me...and when we got done talking, I was so ready to leave and go to sleep.

Unfortunately I am an idiot...and then I mentioned that I was stressing myself out cause school was super stressful...(WHICH IT FUCKING IS!!!!) and that I didn't really sleep well anyway so I was tired. (I will never say such things like this just in passing when talking to teachers again) She asked why I thought that was the case...and I mentioned the fact that I had depression and so it affected my sleep. This lead to a multitude of questions about that...which THEN lead to her "feeling concerned" about me...Mother fucker...Then she called our director in...and that whore and her beehive hairstyle had to go and get all concerned about me too! I WAS FUCKING TIRED!!!! Ugh.

So my spaceyness concerned them and my having depression concerned them...and I was ultimately walked over to the health center (Feeling righteously outraged and ready to kill) and she had my paper which I was writing on...cause I was annoyed and I write in "dwarvish runes" (They are just my neighbor's and my interpretation of them, really...) and German...so that no one else knows what I am saying. She was all, "What does this say?" and I had to keep my affect normal and not start laughing my ass off and going off in German and giggling like crazy. (I do these things when I am tired and pissed off...along with smile like a psycho killer) So...yeah...I was annoyed...

That was the first part of my day....Luckily for me, things got better...

So I hung with my friends at night...and just had a good old time chilling out. I was happy to see them...and this girl Carolyn played with my hair...and gave me back tickles. Oh man. I was in heaven. I LOVE it when people do that. I almost dozed off just cause it was so wonderfully good. =) I am addicted to back tickles...and I feel weird asking anyone but my mom and my grandpa for them. Haha. I know my pouty face will work for Mom.

So I almost went to sleep in Karen and Carolyn's room...but I had to get up at 6ish...so I just decided to go to my room so as not to wake everyone all early like. It was a good night

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:22:41 GMT

Owen and I (This was before my hair was cut!)

(Once again...before hair cut...Haha)

Owen with my teddy (My teddy is Pooh Bear)

Owen on my brother's bed...being cute as HELL!

I figured it couldn't hurt to show one of me with my hair cut short. Haha.

Have fun with this.

I told you that I'd put some pictures of us up here. I will work on getting Emily up here soon. I have to find a camera to take her picture with. Haha.

Think of me as a time of day

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 06:19:47 GMT

Just some randomness I was thinking over. Feel free to add something if you think I missed anything

I am:

-Undecided
-Idiotic
-Healing
-Breaking
-Stupid
-Stubborn
-Overly goofy
-Artistic
-Pensive
-Occasionally empty
-Obsessive
-Thought provoking
-Concerning
-In love with music
-Misunderstood
-Occasionally disinterested
-Depressed
-Humoring
-Understated
-Unstable
-Colorful
-In denial
-In love with love
-Horribly indecisive about life
-Constantly creating
-Distraught
-A mother (Without having given birth)
-An adoring muse-protector
-Against being by myself
-Absolutely insane
-Particular
-A friend
-Lame as hell
-Hot worthy (Elisa...you will get this...)
-Two steps away from becoming a psycho killer (Only probably not really)
-In love with someone who confuses me more than anyone. (And yet not so much loved back. I keep trying to find someone who wants me too...)
-Wanting more than anything to find love that can take me over and leave me breathless (In a good way).
-Too trusting
-Quietly mean
-A fanfiction lover
-A Gryffindor at heart
-A person that talks to ghosts (Even though I have no idea if they are talking back)
-Interested by things I don't understand (As well as confused by it)
-A teddybear cuddler
-A person cuddler (Though usually you have to be the right person...)
-Too hard on myself
-So not interested in Twilight (Not even a little...Ugh. It hurts me)
-A cat person
-Addicted to caffeine
-The proud owner of a pirate figurine (His name is One-eyed Pete)
-A horrible photographer
-Trying to remember why cutting is bad
-In love with tea
-A self-proclaimed Weasley (And James Potter)
-In possession of 4 tattoos (They are on MY skin after all)
-Wanting more than anything to reveal all of myself to my family without getting a lecture (I just want them to love me for everything I am...)
-Not as vanilla as everyone might think I am...
-Always wishing on stars
-An avid believer in the fact that my teddybear can save me from everything
-A kitten antagonizer (I can't stop giving him kisses!)
-A book lover
-Complicated
-Bad with remembering things
-A mommy to a hermit crab, a fish, and a kitten (No wisecracks about how weird it is for me to have given birth to them when I am a human. I'll cut you)
-Wanting to sleep right now
-So not going to be the one taking care of my grandparents when I become a nurse. No sirree bob
-A nursing major (When all I want is to work with dead people or forensics)
-In love with the night sky
-An insomniac by night and an oversleeper by day

Poems

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 07:01:37 GMT

Effortless

You’re a snake with your

Body wrapped around me

The serpent that tempted

Me with sweet words

You’re a sickness that

I cannot get rid of

A hopelessness that

I keep holding onto

I’m the dragonfly caught

In your poisonous web

The puppet with strings

Attached to my heart

But I can’t leave you

Now that I’m so entranced

By the beauty that is my

Effortless denial

Lost

In the brightness of your sunshine

I am shadowed, I am taken over

I am lost

The beauty of your mind

Stuns me, overcomes me

Inflames me

The weakness of my soul

Contains me, chains me

Keeps me

In the brightness of your sunshine

I am shadowed, I am taken over

I am lost

The Awakening

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 02:57:01 GMT

Title: The Awakening
Fandom: A Little Princess
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sara Crewe, Becky, Emily, mentions of Captian Crewe
Rating: G
Summary: Sara, sad after her father's death, is awakened by a rather unsuspecting subject.
Warnings: Sadness, emo!Sara
Disclaimer: This book STILL doesn't belong to me! Neither do the characters! It makes me rather sad, however. I should very much like it to be. Sara Crewe is a favorite.

Sarah’s body shakes with unshed tears as she stares out at the rooftops of London. She grasps the roof under her hands. It’s not for balance because she is graceful enough to keep herself from falling. She holds onto it to prove that she’s still here. To prove that she’s not dreaming. She’s holding onto a reality that is painful but real.

Wide eyes take in the unimaginable world around her. Her mind has been slack of late. She can’t make herself see the beauty that is all around her. She doesn’t even notice the birds that chirp very close to her ear. She is a soldier that is falling, a soldier that is scared of sleeping because they may never wake again. Even Becky’s comforting words don’t do her any good.

Magic? She inwardly huffs at herself. Where was the magic when her Papa was gone? It wasn’t real. If it were, it would have saved her Papa. She has left Emily on the bed, limbs sprawled haphazardly on the mattress. “Papa?” She stares up at the sky, hoping he can hear her. She wants her angel to hear her. “Papa? Are you there? Can you hear me, Papa? Can you?” Her voice is thick with the tears that threaten to spill over her cheeks. She won’t let them. She can’t let them.

Her thin, child shoulders tense and her eyes drop back to the rooftops. He cannot hear her. She is alone. She is so alone. The wind whips her black locks around her face and over her shoulders. It clashes with her now strangely pale skin. Her eyes look even larger now as her formerly plump form starts to wither away.

She is hungry. She is always hungry. She doesn’t understand how anyone can go on like this for so long. A voice reaches her ears just barely and she turns, looking down at the small girl standing next to her. “Becky,” she murmurs softly before lowering herself down and climbing off the table. She looked at the girl, studying the look on her face with a strange scrutiny. “What is it, Becky?”

“Your eyes, Miss,” comes Becky’s quiet response.

“What about them?” Suddenly Sara felt a self consciousness that she has never felt before. Her eyes drop to the hem of the dress she is wearing. It is tattered and ugly. It is very like her, she muses.

“They look as if you took the whole world in ‘em, Miss.” Becky’s feet shift nervously and Sara smiles despite herself.

“Perhaps I have, Becky. Perhaps we live at the top of the world and can see all around us by looking out that window.” Her mind slowly wakens from its stretched out slumber. “Perhaps we rule the world and no one knows about it. Perhaps…” She pauses, a familiar glow coming back into her eyes. It made her look beautiful despite the dirt on her face and the old frock she wears.

“What, Miss. Perhaps what?” Becky’s words were quick and excited.

“Perhaps we are not poor and they just don’t realize that we are the ones that rule them.” Sara’s voice grew excited and her eyes widened even more. She spins around, catching Emily up in her arms and holding her against her chest. “He can hear me,” she exclaims, arms out as she turns.

“Who, Miss? Who?”

“My Papa, Becky. My Papa.” Her cheeks are rosy and she looks almost like her old self again. She is beautiful. She doesn’t know it but she is beautiful.

My Papa Is Dead

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 00:23:44 GMT

Title: My Papa Is Dead
Fandom: A Little Princess
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sara Crewe, Ms. Minchin, Emily, mentions of Captain Crewe
Rating: G
Summary: Sara remembers her birthday and then learns something rather shocking
Warnings: Character death, sadness, cute little Sara!
Disclaimer: This book and the characters do not belong to me. It makes me rather sad, however. I should very much like it to be. Sara Crewe is a favorite.

Sara stared out the window at the streets below her, the light reflected off the rain-slicked street entrancing her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. This place was so different from home. It was never as cool in India as it was here. It was certainly never this dark in the middle of the day. Not even when it rained.

She moved, adjusting her position on the window seat as large green-gray eyes took in the people walking on the sidewalks. She missed the elephants and the large forests she used to run through. Her little heart ached with homesickness. Her Papa was so far from her. The very thought made her wrap her arms tightly around Emily. “Oh, Papa. How I miss you.”

She was momentarily startled by how queer her voice sounded as she spoke. It was so very unlike how she normally sounded. She leaned back, bringing Emily up so she could look her directly in the eyes. “We must work harder to be strong like Papa, Emily.” She nodded decidedly before looking back towards the street, eyes once again entranced. While she looked peaceful and serene, her mind worked at a million miles a minute.

Truly she should not behave as though she had nothing. She had everything: a Papa that loved her, anything she wanted, and plenty books to read. She scrunched up her nose, pulling herself away from the window seat. Somehow, even though the room was very warm, she felt cold as she stood in the room by herself. Something was wrong. She felt it. The goosebumps that moved up her arms concerned her in a way goosebumps never had before.

“Papa.” The word dropped off her lips, falling flat in the suddenly tense room. She resisted the urge to run down the stairs and demand to speak with her father. She stood still, eyes widening until they almost seemed to take over her face. If anyone had walked into the room right now, they would have found her a queer sight. Emily was pressed tight against her chest as she stared ahead of her, perfectly still.

The knock at the door startled her from her thoughts and she almost dropped Emily onto the ground. “Hello?” Her voice was soft as she moved towards the door and opened it slowly. The sight of Ms. Minchin looking down at her with a fishy smile planted on her face made her shiver. “Hello, Ms. Minchin.”

“Hello, Sara.” She held out a letter and Sara automatically identified the writing. “This just came in the mail from your father.”

“Thank you, Ms. Minchin.” Her black hair fell over her back like waves. She took the letter and held it to her almost as tightly as she did Emily.

“You’re welcome, Sara.” Once the door was shut, she tore at the envelope as if her very lifeline was hidden inside of it. She unfolded the letter and stared at the words before reading them. There was a soft sigh of relief at the words. Her father sounded better. His words were filled with cheer as he spoke of India, Maya, and other random things.

Sara settled into the window seat again, continuing to read the letter. “Oh, Papa.” Her face brightened at the wishes for a happy birthday. She laughed outwardly at herself. How could she have forgotten? She was a queer girl; going and forgetting her birthday like that. She let out another laugh before setting the letter down and shaking her head, making the dark curls fall into her face. “My birthday is tomorrow, Emily.” There was a pause, broken by another laugh that bubbled up from her stomach and through her lips. “And I’ve gone and forgotten it!” It seemed to her that Emily’s eyes twinkled with a silent amusement. As if she understood the situation at hand. “Papa will find this so very amusing. Perhaps it will make him better if he laughs so very much like I did.”

She sat quietly for a moment, staring out over the London streets. Everything suddenly seemed brighter as she stood up and stepped back into the room. She held Emily close and hugged her tight before holding her away from her body and spinning around. “Tomorrow, Emily. Tomorrow. My birthday is tomorrow.” She twirled around a few more times before falling onto her bed, eyes bright and cheeks rosy from the joy of her recent discovery.

******

The next day, she realized the reason she’d felt so perturbed the day before. She realized the reason for the sudden onset of fear and the goosebumps.

Her Papa was dead. Her Papa was dead and she was left with nothing.

The black frock she wore now was dark and made her pale skin look even more pale. She shivered, not from the cold but from a complete sense of emptiness. She stood still, holding onto the candle she was given until Ms. Minchin left. Her black curls fell over her shoulders and around her face in total abandon, as if they too were so very sad about the death of her Papa.

The moment she was alone, she put the candle in a wooden candle holder and stared at the floor in front of her. She didn’t cry. She just kept repeating in her head, “My Papa is dead. My Papa is dead.”

The Twist

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:52:05 GMT

Here is the song I based that fic off of.

We were too wasted to close the window.
Friends and family looking into my only hiding place
The rhythm of a stranger's skin.
Infidel to die for what I am doing
will happen in the morning when the mirror won't recognize me
He holds a certain gesture when we're lovin' to ask each other
"Do you want it?" "Do you want me?"
I want it. It is you. You are where I want to be.

Who is he? *o0o*
Why would I *do*
hitch a ride? *the*
I can drive. *twist*
Who is she? *o0o*
Why would I *do*
hitch a ride *o0o0*
When i can drive? *the twist*

Somebody put me back in school, I forget everything.
I used to know how to leave the boy behind
without having to watch him go. *oh*
Infidel to die for what I am doing
will happen in the morning when the mirror won't recognize me.
He holds a certain gesture when we're lovin' to ask each other
"Do you want it?" "Do you want me?"
I want it. It is you. You are where I want to be.

Who is he? *o0o* (Circumstantial)
Why would I *do*
hitch a ride *the*
I can drive? *twist*
Who is she? *o0o* (Circumstantial)
Why would I *do*
hitch a ride *o0o0*
when i can drive? *the twist*...o0o

Circumstantial (o0o)do the twist (do)
Circumstantial (the)do the twist (twist)
Circumstantial (o0o)do the twist (do)
Circumstantial (o0o) (the twist)
always

Circumstantial (o0o000)do the twist (do)
Circumstantial (the)do the twist (twist)
Circumstantial (o0o)do the twist (do)
Circumstantial (o0o) (the twist)
Always

Late Nights

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:48:07 GMT

So...I was listening to this song by Metric called The Twist. It gave me an idea for a fanfic.

Title: Late Nights
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ron/Draco, Ginny, Hermione, George
Rating: Idk? Either R or NC-17. I DON'T UNDERSTAND THESE RATINGS!
Summary: Ron and Draco find a new way to spice up sex.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, still very poor
Warnings: Polyjuice potion, boy on boy sexy times, peeping toms...

They’ve been at this game for weeks now. Each boy puts the bit of hair into their potion, drinking it down. They come separately to the club, acting as if their meeting is purely by chance. Ron dances with someone and watches as Draco dances rather erotically with another man. Draco’s mentioned this is the only way he will be seen in public with him. Ron rather hopes that it will change later. Tonight their parts are Theodore Frederickson and Andrew Messinger.

Theodore is a young man in his early twenties with curly brown hair that rests against his cheekbones. His deep brown eyes fit his softly angled face perfectly. Ron notes his body is not as skinny as usual but it is lean and muscular. He feels free for the time, able to put his whole self into a part and be someone that no one else recognizes. No one will know it’s him. He likes that. He’s a stranger to everyone around him, even himself he muses.

Andrew Messinger is about mid twenties with short black hair that is slightly ruffled. His green-grey eyes seem to draw you in, locking you in their gaze. That was the first thing he’d noticed about the man when they first saw him. They are rather large and framed with black lashes. His body is thin and rather unlike Draco’s Quidditch physique.

After a few songs pass, Ron moves and pretends to accidentally run into the other boy. “Oh. I’m terribly sorry. How clumsy of me.”

Draco remains silent before making a face. “You really ought to be more careful. Let’s hope you can dance better than you can walk…” Then they’re dancing, bodies seeming to move as one in a tantric rhythm. Each boy continues to drink their polyjuice potions on time, more than occasionally adding an alcoholic drink to the mix.

******

Ron is sure that the flat on the first floor was really his best choice when he was getting his place. It meant he didn’t have to move things very far and he didn’t have to go far when he was drunk.

Both boys stumble in through the door, Ron laughing softly as he did. “I have to piss,” he says out of nowhere before making his way to the bathroom. Once he’s finished, he washes his hands and looks at himself in the mirror…or really Theodore Frederickson. He doesn’t really know the other man well but he’s far too drunk to really care. He’s got a hot body and the way he looks in the reflection somewhat stuns him. Draco calls to him and he walks to the bedroom, eyes taking in the body of Andrew Messinger. “Merlin…”

“Is that all you can come up with?”

“I’m drunk…”

“Yes, you are. Come to think of it…so am I.” He lets out a rather uncharacteristic laugh before roughly pushing Ron onto the bed. “And since you picked looks, I choose style.”

Ron makes a slightly confused face, looking momentarily uncertain once the ropes were on his wrists. “What are we…” He’s cut off by a set of lips against his.

“No talking now.” With a flick of his wand, Ron is silenced. The fact that he can’t use his hands or talk rather excites Ron. “Big boy, aren’t we,” Draco comments as he looks down at Theodore’s body. “This should prove rather…interesting.”

Ron squirms a little in his restraints before he notices the thoughtful look on Andrew’s face. He wants to ask him what he’s thinking about but he can’t. His voice won’t work now. He waits patiently, or so he likes to pretend, for the reveal. A few minutes later, his legs are tied down too. Then Draco gets up and leaves the room. Ron almost thinks that this means that he’s going to leave him there to think about what could happen.

After what seems like a lifetime, Draco returns, holding a bottle of honey and some whipped cream. “I thought it would be worth it in the end,” he says matter-of-factly before moving to straddle his boyfriend.

He lines Theodore’s abs with honey, licking and biting at the skin till he cleans it off. Ron writhes beneath him. The ecstasy is almost enough to drive him mad. Two squirts of whipped cream are used to cover the nipples and there’s a generous amount used to cover the other boy’s erection. There’s a moan from the brunette as the other boy’s tongue works over his nipples and then his cock. “Fuck,” he mouths.

“What’s that, Theodore?” The name makes Ron open his eyes. It takes him a moment to remember who he is talking about. Ron arches his hips as if to prove that he really needs to get laid now.

There’s a soft laugh before a playful pout graces his lips. “It’s my turn to play.” He murmurs a spell that Ron doesn’t quite hear before moving. He gives him a look as if to ask him what he’s doing. “Patience, Teddy,” Draco murmurs before he pulls himself up on his knees and lowering himself onto the cock beneath him, taking in a sharp breath and arching his back.

Ron bites down on his lip, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. It wasn’t what he expected and he wanted more than anything to be able to show how much he liked it. Words weren’t a possibility and he really couldn’t do much as he was tied up. He would just have to hope he made it obvious.

Draco stays still for a moment before lifting himself up and dropping back down. The way his back arches and the faces he makes are enough to make Ron struggle against the ropes. He wants to feel the way the muscles contract and tense each time he lifts himself up and the way they slightly relax with each plummet. Fingernails dig into his chest and sides as the other boy starts increasing the speed of his actions.

“Fuck, Ron…” It’s the first time he’s ever slipped his name when they were doing this and it sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and along his cock. He feels like a king now. The next time Draco drops down, Ron raises his hips to meet him, reveling in the way the other boy gasps at the feeling. “Fuck…”

Neither boy notices the group of people standing outside of the open window, looking in curiously at the scene. “Who are they,” Ginny asks quietly as she looks towards Hermione. The other girl shakes her head.

“Whoever they are…it’s hot.” Ginny makes a face at the other girl before continuing to watch quietly.

“You do realize that there are two strangers fucking in Ron’s bed, right?” George looks at his sister and Hermione. “Why are we still here and not demanding answers?” A loud moan distracts the group at the window and they all look inside again, arching an eyebrow at the scene inside.

Small beads of sweat are making their way down the black-haired boy’s chest and stomach, catching the light in the room and seeming to enhance the slight musculature under the skin. Hermione draws closer to the window, catching a slight glimpse of blonde in his hair. She smirks as she turns around and plainly states, “Polyjuice potion.”

******

The next morning, Ron wakes up and looks around. Draco’s gone. He makes his way into the bathroom to freshen up, groaning at the way his head aches. He feels rather like he’d just run into a wall full force. After using the bathroom and showering, he steps in front of the mirror to make sure there aren’t any marks on his skin.

He almost jumps back at his reflection. He looks more like a stranger than all the people he’d been impersonating. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he barely saw himself when he looked in the mirror. He was used to people with brown or blonde hair looking back at him. He calms his racing heart and runs his fingers through his hair.

“When are you going to tell him you don’t just want to be fuck buddies?” Ginny’s voice startles his calm and he turns around quickly.

“What are you talking about?” He hasn’t told Ginny or anyone about his agreement with the other boy. He has avoided it for this very reason.

“You and Draco Malfoy. Polyjuice potion. Fucking like rabbits. When are you going to tell him you want more?” She pauses for a moment before adding, “Or are you just going to moon after him your entire life?”

“I-you-what?” Ron stumbles over his words, wrinkling his nose. He has thought about it. He has often bit his tongue to keep from saying, “I want more” when it comes to the situation with him. He doesn’t want to lose even this little contact he has with him, though.

“I think he likes you too. So you should be the one to say something.” Her eyes twinkle with a slight mischievous look before she says, “And learn to close your window at night, Ronald. That boy has some lungs on him. Not quiet.” She apparates, leaving her brother with a lot of things to think about and a suspicion about how much his sister knows.

Beat Me To It

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 02:02:49 GMT

Title: Beat Me To It
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Paring(s): Bill/Fenrir, mentions of Bill/Charlie
Rating: I guess R? Most likely.
Summary: Bill finds himself growing more and more angry with everyone around him. He is trying to save them and no one really notices. There's only one place to go.
Notes/Warnings: Slash, mentions of incest, knifeplay, Fenrir Greyback....(He needs a special warning)

I am telling you...I make NO money off of this and the characters don't even begin to belong to me. I am disappointed every time.

At first it started out as only being something to protect his family…but then something changed. He supposed it started about two weeks ago. Ron and Ginny were doing something and he caught a quick glimpse of the man that haunted his nights. With him in Egypt again and Charlie in Romania, it was not always so difficult to get around it. It wasn’t that Bill didn’t believe his brother could fend for himself, it was that he didn’t want him to have to. It shouldn’t be him that caused any amount of added stress to an already stressful life.

Since then he’d felt an unaccounted for amount of anger towards everyone. Not just his family but his friends and random acquaintances too. Something about people who were able to smile and be cheerful and not worry about how many bruises and bite marks they’d have to cover up disgusted him. So he started to go more for the sake of getting the anger out of him than to save his family. Though, if he thought about it, it was all to save his family and friends. If he didn’t get the anger out somehow, he would hurt them himself and then letting Greyback abuse him for their sake was unneeded.

He moved quietly, staring at the cave that was coming into view. It made him shudder and made his stomach clench uncomfortably. A surge of anger bubbled to the surface shortly after and all he could think about was how he could hurt them emotionally by telling them exactly what was happening. He wanted to undo his shirts and show them the cut marks that were now all over his body. Some were words, others pictures of a grotesque nature. He thought about how much make up he’d need to buy this time to hide them all from Charlie. Something about how he never seemed to see through the makeup made another surge of anger bubble up. His own brother, the man he would live and die for, didn’t notice any differences in the way he looked…besides the obvious scar on his face. It made him feel hideous, disgusting, grotesque like the pictures cut into his skin. They marred his freckles and distorted them in a way he never imagined.

The amount of charms he used on his body was ridiculous but it was needed these days. He cleared his throat and stood still at the entrance to the cave. If there was a door, he would have knocked but he’d been instructed to wait just outside until he was brought inside. The familiar sound of feet padding towards the entrance made him narrow his eyes, standing there with a strange sort of confidence.

“Hello, little Weasley. Miss me?”

“Like a hole in the head,” Bill responded, pushing back his shoulders as he did so. The slap across his face felt more like a punch and he was bleeding from the nails. Fenrir always liked to use his nails. He never understood why.

“What have I told you about respecting your master, little Weasley?”

“That I should always do so or else my family will die.”

“And you get to watch each and every one. Now…Let’s try this again. Miss me?”

“Of course, Master.” Bill’s stomach clenched and he almost felt like he would throw up.

“Much better.” There was a glee-filled look in his eyes at the obvious submission. All the same, he grabbed him by his hair and dragged him into the cave, throwing him against walls and objects almost as if he were playing with his food. The more noises Bill made, the wider his grin got. Sharp, pointy teeth showed themselves by the end of it. “We’re going to play a little game…”

Bill looked at him, a neutral and empty look coming over his face. It could almost have convinced someone that he felt none of the anger inside of him. It coiled up in his belly ready to strike at any moment. He nodded at the statement, wondering idly what today’s cat and mouse game would entail. Would he be shackled to the wall again? Perhaps another night where he went back to his flat covered in bruises with his nose bleeding. Now that he thought about it, his lip had been bleeding too. He’d told his boss that he’d stopped someone from beating up a young girl at a nearby bar to get out of a lot of questioning.

“You can be as rough as you want…” Bill knew it never mattered how rough he was, Greyback always took over in the end. He was stronger. “And I get a little knifeplay in. Try to make it difficult for me, little Weasley. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Of course I can.” This was more to assure himself than the man in front of him. He knew deep down that making it difficult for him was a lot more trying than it might have seemed. He placed his wand in Greyback’s outstretched hand, knowing he would get it back afterwards. At least he was certain of one thing these days.

“Good. Now hide.” Bill already knew this was useless but he did it anyway. Greyback would smell him anywhere he went and he would catch him. He wasn’t uncertain of the fact.

*****

A few minutes barely seemed to go by before he was found. It was a brief second before he was dragged out and thrown into the wall. It knocked the air out of him but he forced himself to get up off the ground and fight. This was what he had to do. A vision of Charlie sprawled out beneath him surfaced and he knew he had to keep going.

Fenrir was on him in a second, clasping him by his neck as Bill kicked and punched. He was doing his best to make it difficult which was difficult seeing as he was starting to get dizzy and his vision was slightly blurred from the lack of glasses. That was another side effect of the attack. He had to wear glasses. His vision was a bit shit these days. Just before it got too bad, he was let go and he gave a well-aimed punch at Greyback’s stomach, causing the other man to stumble back a little.

Bill looked up to see a rather discouraging look on the werewolf’s face. He looked as if he’d gone mad. Like he might start cackling at any second and you would be dead. However, the only thing that happened was that he slashed at him, cutting through his clothes and leaving more scratch marks across his chest. It hurt. The eldest Weasley child bit down on his lower lip until it bled so he wouldn’t make a noise.

At the scent of blood, Fenrir was close up to him again, grabbing him by his neck and holding him until he’d lapped up the blood spilling down his chin. He made a satisfied noise before chuckling. The sound was low and somewhat frightening to him. Then he was thrown against the wall again, landing in a heap on the ground. He scrunched his face up, unable to stop himself from making a pained noise. One of these days he was going to end up with a broken limb. That would be almost difficult to explain if anyone saw it. The knife was out and Bill knew the fighting game was over. He would be cut and abused and thrown around more. That’s how it was generally. Then he’d be taken.

Fenrir grabbed him by his shirt collar, dragging him up on his feet before ripping the shirt off and throwing it somewhere. Bill wasn’t quite sure. This time the knife carved a constellation using his freckles. “This is Pictor. It’s known as the painter’s easel. You’re my easel, little Weasley.” Bill never expected any amount of intelligence out of the other man. He is still often shocked by the cinnamon overtones in his breath.

A few more grotesque pictures are carved, some slicing freckles in half, some just barely touching them. Then he is turned around and the word “mine” is cut deep into his skin again. It’s all he can do not to scream out in pain. He balls his fists up and digs his nails into his hands as he feels the werewolf’s tongue go over the letters and pictures. He hates the fact that it does anything for him. He hates that he can feel a warmth pooling in his stomach and that he lets out a small whimper as he is turned around and pushed up against the wall.

There are a few bite marks made that just miss breaking the skin. Bill lets out a small gasp and scolds himself afterwards. “That’s right, little Weasley. You like it don’t you. They’ll never get you now. All that anger.” He smirks and pushes him upwards along the wall, letting the rock bite into his skin and making him arch his back slightly.

“Fuck…” Fenrir let out a small cackle before pressing himself up against him.

“You seem perfectly capable of such an action now, little Weasley.”

“Shut the fuck up.” That anger started bubbling up again and he couldn’t stop himself from letting it out this time. He was thrown against the opposite wall, hearing a loud cracking sound. “Fuck.” He let out a yelp and bent over. His arm was dangling at an odd angle. He’d been through this far too many times for his liking.

“I can kill them, Bill. I can take their lives right in front of you.” He paused standing right in front of the redhead. “Your brother…Charlie. That’s his name, isn’t it? Oh…I would tear him apart. He would make a nice dinner for all my friends in London. And you could watch. I have ways to make you see, little Weasley.” Bill shuddered, looking up at him. His mind already gave him a vision of Charlie lying on the ground, innards spread all over the room as a group of madmen tore at them, eating him. He could see the fear on his brother’s face. What hurt most was the vision of his brother’s empty eyes. “So are you going to behave?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.” It wasn’t much longer before his pants were off and the werewolf followed. He pushed Bill to the floor, moving over him. “Tell me you want it,” he growled, digging yellowed fingernails into his skin.

After a short hiss of pain, Bill murmured, “I want it…”

“Louder, little Weasley.” The eldest Weasley child cleared his throat.

“I want it.”

That was all the werewolf needed before he pushed inside of the redhead roughly, making his back arch up off the ground. Bill was inwardly disgusted by the way his body writhed in ecstasy beneath the werewolf as he fucked him, drawing out little moans and small noises. He never hated himself more than he did during these meetings.

“Say my name, little Weasley,” Fenrir growled , sounding more like a wolf than he had before.

“Greyback,” He let it roll off his tongue, almost sounding nice.

“First name,” He growled as he pushed inside of him roughly, digging his nails into his hips.

“Fenrir,” he moaned, feeling disgusted with himself afterwards. The werewolf seemed to be pleased with the response as he continued to fuck him until his release. Bill made a soft noise as he released. His breathing was fast as he lay on the ground.

“Get out.” Fenrir stood up and threw his wand at him, not caring about the fact that his arm was broken. Bill pulled himself off the ground, gasping at the pain that shot up his arm. He didn’t stop to fix it until he was out of the cave. He groaned. His wand arm. Of course that was the arm that had to break. He needed his mother.

******

The moment he showed up at the Burrow his mother was on him. “What the hell did you do to yourself? You’ve got cuts and bruises all over yourself. Where are your clothes?”

“I…it was an accident at work, Mum. I didn’t take the proper precautions. My arm, Mum. Please?”

“Oh. Dear. I’m sorry, Bill.” She was on it in a matter of seconds, casting a spell to fix his arm and grabbing him a set of old clothes. He pulled them on, wrinkling his nose. “I want you to stay here till I’m sure you’re alright.”
“I can take care of myself, Mum. I just needed a little help. I can’t stay. I have work. Charlie’s coming soon. I can’t stay. I have to go.” Molly tried to stop him but before she could get the words out, he’d apparated.

He walked into his flat, made his way directly to the bathroom, and puked. He hated this. The moment his stomach brought up all it could, he sat back and wiped at his mouth. Then he moved to brush his teeth and wash his face. He had to look normal when Charlie got there. He moved quickly to apply makeup to the cuts and scars before putting on a set of new clothes from his dressers. Now he was ready.

He walked to the kitchen starting a meal. He might as well have something for Charlie to eat when he got here. That was what he needed to do. He needed normalcy. There was a knock on the door and he looked up. “Who’s there?”

“Charlie! Open up, Bill!”

“One second.” The eldest Weasley child checked his reflection before opening the door, plastering a smile on his face. “I’ve missed you.”

“Of course you have.” Charlie leaned over to kiss him, giving him a strange look afterwards. “You smell like cinnamon.”

A Long Kept Secret

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 22:05:30 GMT

Title: A Long Kept Secret
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bill/Fenrir, Charlie, Kingsley, Molly, some doctor man
Rating: R...I suppose?
Summary: It wasn't just the one night when Bill gets attacked by Fenrir Greyback.
Warnings/Notes: Slash, pretty much rape, bloodplay, things I am uncomfortable having written and done to my dearest Bill. =(

There is one secret that Bill has kept to himself. He counts it as substantial enough not even to tell Charlie. He tells himself often enough that it’s for the best even though deep down he knows it’s not. The night when he got attacked by Fenrir was more than that one night. He was there for two days at least if not longer. The days ran together and there was no window to tell him what time of day it was. He doesn’t remember much of the beginning of his stay.

The first thing he sees when he wakes up from being knocked out is Fenrir’s face looming close to him. He shrank away, only to realize he was lying against a wall. His head throbbed and the loud laughter coming from the man in front of him only made it worse.

“I see you’re awake now…Weasley, isn’t it?” The werewolf smiles at him, a slight malicious gleam to his eyes. Bill says nothing. He doesn’t want to talk to him in the slightest. Suddenly he’s off the ground and thrown against the wall, the air knocked out of him. “You’ll answer when spoken to. Do you understand?” The redhead nods slowly, finally able to breathe again. “Good boy. Now. Your name?”

“Bill.”

“Bill what?”

“Weasley.”

“I thought so. Look just like your father, you do…” He smirks briefly, moving closer. His face was now right in front of him. “Such a pretty little thing for a Weasley…”

“What does that mean?” Fenrir slaps him across the face.

“Only speak when you are spoken to.” Bill tries to get away from him but there’s nowhere to go. The other man’s laughter fills the room and almost seems to surround him. “Nowhere to go, little Weasley…” He moves closer, long fingernails lightly moving across his face. “No one to save you now.” The last sentence sounds almost seductive and he once again finds himself off the ground.

He opens his mouth to say something but the look on the werewolf’s face silences him. Instead he focuses on the hand balled up in his shirt, holding him up and against the wall behind him. Fenrir moves so that he’s right up against him. His breath smells like cinnamon, Bill muses. He’s not sure why he’s surprised by that but something had told him that it would smell like blood and death. He is one of the werewolves he had always been told to look out for.

“You’ll have to tell Remus I said hello.” There’s a smirk on his lips as he moves in closer, letting his tongue dart along Bill’s lips. “Give him a kiss for me, won’t you?” The younger man keeps quiet and looks away. The hand in his shirt moves to grab his chin, turning it back. His nails dig into his cheek and Bill looks back at him, feeling his dark eyes bore into his blue ones before he’s dropped to the ground. “See you later, little Weasley…”

The door shuts as he leaves and Bill is left in the dark.

******

The next time the door opens, the light almost seems blinding to him. He’s been in the dark for a long time and he can’t be sure exactly how long. Fenrir smiles at him, looking normal for a brief moment before his eyes twinkle with a sort of madness.

“Been comfortable, little Weasley?” Bill resists the urge to correct him and tell him that he is, in fact, the oldest of his siblings.

“Not really,” comes the dry response.

“Tut tut, little Weasley. That’s not very polite.” He moves closer and Bill does his best not to look at him. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to be home. He wants to be somewhere else. Even his mother seems like a perfectly angelic person in comparison.

Fenrir moves stealthily, almost cat like. Bill has to admit that on some level, he really is graceful. All the same, he wants his brother, his savior. It’s not safe here. He’s not with anyone who can keep him safe in the slightest.

“Apologize…”

“I’m sorry…” The words nearly choke him. He doesn’t mean them. Then he’s picked up and shoved against the wall, wincing as the air is knocked out of him and a pain shoots through his spine.

“Say it like you mean it, little Weasley…” His voice is soft and sickeningly sweet unlike the cinnamon on his breath. It’s slightly unnerving.

“I’m sorry.” He looks the other man dead in the eye as he says it, doing his best to seem like he means it.

“Much better, little Weasley.” He leans over, pressing a kiss against his lips and biting down on his lower lip. Bill finds himself both disgusted and turned on by the forcefulness. Fenrir moves back, letting go of his shirt. “You taste as good as you smell.” A smirk spreads across his lips as he steps back. “Are you hungry, little Weasley?”

Bill nods a little, realizing for the first time in a while that he hasn’t eaten since before he left for the mission. He’s tired and hungry and now a little bruised.

“I can’t hear you. What did you say?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, little Weasley?”

“I am hungry.” He tries not to wince and turn away at the laughter that comes from the man in front of him.

“Good boy.” Bill hates being talked to as if he was a dog but he fights against the urge to make a comment about it. His eyes burn with a slight anger.

“Little Weasley has a temper, does he?” Fenrir smirks as he takes his chin in his hand and digs his nails into his face again. “I always did like a little fire in my boys.” He takes Bill’s shirt and tears at it, the buttons popping off. “Under the clothes is even nicer. Fancy that.”

Bill feels the chilly air in the room makes him shiver as he stands there with his shirt hanging open. Then there were hands on his chest and it only made the chill more focused. He takes in a breath at the feeling of the man’s nails digging into his skin, leaving marks. Fenrir uses a sharpened nail to cut a line along Bill’s collarbone, smiling like a child with a treat as the blood starts to run down his chest. Bill bites down on his lip to keep from making a sound at the pain.

The feeling of the man’s tongue running along his collarbone makes him shudder slightly. He looks down, seeing a bead of blood run down from the side of Fenrir’s mouth. He finds it oddly attractive and he can’t explain why. All the same, he does his best to ignore his mind and looks away.

“Your turn…” Bill’s eyes shoot back towards the werewolf, who has a similar cut on his collarbone.

“But…I…”

“Do you want to die, little Weasley?”

“No…but…”
“Then do it.”

Bill nods slowly, leaning forwards to lick the cut. The blood has a metallic taste to it. It’s still warm against his tongue. He feels a little run out of his mouth and he goes to wipe it off. Fenrir grabs his wrist and leans over to lick it off, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“So obedient,” the werewolf murmurs as he presses himself against the younger man in front of him. “It’s a wonder Remus hasn’t tried to get you yet.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I thought it was obvious, pet. He’s attracted to you. You can practically smell it on him when he’s near you. The desire, the want. Then again…your brother’s not doing much better disguising it either.” There’s a delighted smile on his face. “And yet…I’m the one that has you. You’ll be ruined to them now…”

Bill shivers at his voice, looking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“But the sad thing is…you can’t decide who you want more. Once I’ve finished with you, they won’t want you anymore, little Weasley.”

“I don’t believe you.” The words shoot out of his mouth before he can stop them and the anger shines in his eyes.

“Is that so, little Weasley?” He smirks slightly. “What do you want to do to me right now?”

Bill looks away and decides not to answer. He can’t stand to look at the other man right now. It will only make him more upset. He felt trapped. It wasn’t that he was weak. It’s just that werewolf strength does a whole lot more for you than just human strength.

“Answer me.” The voice he hears is harsh and his nails bite into his cheeks again.

“Nothing.”

“Liar. I can practically smell the hatred on you now. Do you want to hurt me, little Weasley?”

“Yes.” Bill looks at him, the defiance clear in his eyes as he responds.

“Much better, little Weasley. No more lying, hrm?” The childish delight is written all over his face once again as he moves Bill’s head purposefully. He licks along his neck and kisses under his ear, a slight smirk on his lips. Next he scrapes his teeth along the vein in his neck, drawing a shuddering breath from the younger man. There’s a smirk on his lips again as he leans back. “You like that, don’t you?”

“No.”

“What did I tell you about lying?” He eyes him closely. “Let’s try this again. You like that, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” Bill feels a slight blush pass over his cheeks. There’s a soft chuckle from the werewolf as he does it again, feeling the redhead tense underneath him.

“You’re a beautiful boy, little Weasley. Surely you know that…” Bill wrinkles his nose at the words. “I have to go now…but I’ll be back.” And with that, Bill is left to the dark again. He lowers himself to the ground and curls up. This can’t be good.

******

Fenrir walks into the room and it’s the middle of the night. He smirks as he sees Bill lying on the ground asleep. He finds it odd that he’s taken to him. Perhaps there’s a way to keep him. He looks at him for a moment. There is a way. Now his plan is clear. He has to get the Weasley boy separated from his family. He’ll let him go, let him think he can leave. Then he’ll just have to chase after him. It only meant waiting till tomorrow night.

He smiles to himself before walking back out of the room to continue planning for the next night.

******

Bill wakes up to the smell of food and ravenously grabs for it, starting to eat as fast as he can. He pauses only at the sound of deep laughter coming from across the room. His eyes move up to meet Fenrir’s and he shrinks back against the wall, the thought occurring to him now that the food could be poisoned.

“It’s safe to eat.” Bill moves and pulls the plate towards him, eating a little slower this time. He doesn’t feel comfortable with someone else there.

The moment he’s done eating, the plate is whisked away. He leans against the wall and wonders what’s to come next.

“On your feet, little Weasley.” Bill does as he’s told, standing up and looking at the floor. “Look at me.” Once again he follows orders, letting his eyes roam over Fenrir’s face. He shudders at the look he receives in return. The obvious desire is there, written all over his face. Something tells him that he isn’t going to like today. “Good boy.”

Fenrir moves slowly, purposefully. He pulls out a small knife and smiles a little. Bill almost flinches. He hopes that this doesn’t mean he’s getting killed. Instead, the werewolf takes it and cuts the letter F right over his heart.

“Just so you don’t forget,” he assures. “No matter who has you after me, no matter who’s had you before me. You are mine.” Bill shivers a little, face showing the pain he felt. His muscles tensed as he looked the man over. “And we’ll both know that you wanted it. I’ll always be right here.” He places a finger against Bill’s temple.

“I don’t want it…”

There is a deep laugh as Fenrir pushes him up against the wall, Bill making a small noise. “Don’t lie, little Weasley.” He leans over to lick the blood off his chest, smirking at the way the muscles tense just slightly. “I can smell it on you.” He kisses the redhead roughly, another soft noise making its way out. “Like it rough do you, little Weasley?”

Bill stays still once the kiss is over. He hates the way the kisses and roughness affects him. Part of him wants to puke while the rest of his body betrays him entirely. It doesn’t seem to have escaped the other man’s attention as he roughly grabs at his crotch and presses his hand against it. Bill moans despite all efforts to keep from doing so.

“I told you you’d want it,” he growls into the redhead’s ear.

Bill’s eyes close and he hopes that he’ll forget this later. He’s pulled forward and his shirt is yanked off. He opens his eyes and tries to push the other man away. He has to stop this. He can’t just submit. No. He has to fight.

His back collides into the wall behind him and he hisses at the pain of the bricks scratching his skin. “Now, now. Don’t make me hurt you…”

“More than you already have,” Bill shoots back. Suddenly the knife is at his neck.

“Don’t. Make. Me. Hurt. You.” That’s when the eldest Weasley child stops fighting. The knife is used to cut the belt he’s wearing and the button off his pants. The zipper is pulled down and his pants are off. “It’s so much better when you just obey the rules, little Weasley,” Fenrir whispers into his ear.

Bill squeaks softly as he is turned around and pushed against the wall. His face rests against the bricks and his heart is racing a million miles a minute. He winces slightly as he’s pushed harder against the wall and the bricks bite into the skin on his chest. His boxers are yanked down and Fenrir grabs his hair, pulling back on it so that the eldest Weasley child can see him.

“You’re mine, little Weasley…Don’t forget it.” He takes the time to bite down on Bill’s neck, making sure to leave a mark. Releasing his hair, he pulls his own clothes off and forces himself inside the Weasley child.

Bill makes a small, pained noise as he is pushed into the wall again, using his hands to try and keep from being scratched up once it was all over. He keeps his thoughts on anything else that he can but keeps being brought back to the reality of the situation with each thrust. Once the pain goes away, he clenches his fists against the wall, only resulting in scraping up his fingers and knuckles.

Fenrir smirks as a small moan comes from the redhead. He’s in control now and, despite the fact that he knows this moment won’t last forever, he knows that it will never be forgotten. His hips thrust a few more times, biting down on Bill’s shoulder as he releases inside of him.

Bill closes his eyes as he releases a second later, disgusted with himself for the way he reacted. His chest and stomach are covered in scratches and it stings horribly. Once the man has moved back and pulled himself out, the eldest Weasley child drops to the ground and pukes. Fenrir laughs and leans down towards him. “See you later, my little Weasley.”

The moment the werewolf leaves, Bill curls up in a little ball and closes his eyes. He still feels sick to his stomach.

******

Fenrir walks back through the door a hours later, throwing clothes at him. It’s almost night time. “Get dressed.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he growled. “Get dressed!”

Bill doesn’t ask again, getting up and pulling the clothes he was given on. They don’t quite fit but they aren’t too oversized. He wraps his arms around his waist once he is done, waiting to see what comes next. Fenrir grabs him by the shirt and drags him out towards the entrance of the hideout. He throws him out, letting out a bark-like laugh as the redhead falls over on the ground. He throws his wand to him and smiles widely.

“Now go. Don’t forget to say hi to Remus for me.”

Without asking any more questions, Bill makes his way from the cave and decides to walk a little bit before apparating. He needs to gather his wits. He runs into a small band of people from the Order and lets out a sigh of relief.

“What are you doing here, Weasley,” Kingsley asks, looking rather confused.

“They…sent me to find you,” he responds looking the man directly in the eye. He learned to lie when he was little. The only person it didn’t work with besides Charlie, it seemed, was Fenrir Greyback.

“You look a little rough, Bill.”

“You know me. Clumsy as anything. Got in a few scrapes. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Kingsley nods, smiling a little. “I guess it’s nothing that can’t be fixed up relatively easily.” He shows Bill somewhere to sit down. “Did they tell you what we were doing?”

“Not completely. They said you’d explain.”

“Of course they did.” Kingsley laughs softly and explains it to him.

******

Once the moon is up, Bill realizes that it’s a full moon and he’s gotten himself stuck near a werewolf hideout. He shudders and moves his hand towards the now healing letter on his chest. He feels slightly nauseous again and he steels himself for the upcoming event.

The howls from the cave make his heart race and he looks towards Kingsley. The other man is stoic and shows no hint of fear. It makes Bill feel worthless about himself. Here he is trembling and Kingsley is standing still and fearless.

Kingsley gives orders to everyone, including Bill and they go off to their respective stations. The eldest Weasley child stands nearly still in his place. The next thing he knows, there is a howl close by and he’s on the ground. He lets out a shout, alerting the others. Then there is a searing pain on the side of his face and his arms. “KINGSLEY!”

There’s a flash of light near him and the werewolf is gone. Bill can barely keep his eyes open as Kingsley talks to him. Then everything turns to black.

******

When he wakes up next, the first thing he sees is his brother’s face. “Charlie.” His voice sounds hoarse and he aches a little.

“Billy.” His voice gives away the fact that he’s been crying. Bill doesn’t completely understand and he can’t see everything. One eye is covered.

“What happened?”

“Greyback…He attacked you while you were on the mission. Kingsley saved you, though, and brought you straight here. We’re waiting to hear back about the blood tests.”

“Blood tests?” Bill’s muscles tense as he looks at his brother.

“We…had to see if you were a werewolf. He got you pretty bad.”

“Werewolf…” The word sounds almost dreamlike. He feels like he’s in a dream. “When do they come back?”

“Today.”

“Just in time,” Bill whispers, smiling softly as his brother stretches out next to him on the bed. He wonders if Greyback was right. He went quiet as he thought over the conversation with the werewolf. Would they really not want him any longer?

He stiffens slightly next to his brother. “If…if I am…you know…would you still love me?” He stutters and stumbles over his words. It’s not a usual for him.

“Of course I would, Billy. Don’t be stupid.” Charlie curls against him and runs his fingers along his arm. Bill feels slightly nauseous again.

It’s then that he notices Remus standing in the doorway looking unbelievably pale. A moment later the doctor walks in, followed by both of his parents. “Mr. Weasley?”

“Which one,” croaks Bill as he looks at him.

“Bill Weasley.” He smiles a little at his patient before moving closer. “We have some good news for you.”

“Good news?”

“Your blood work came back negative. You may, however, experience a few minor side effects. Some patients have been known to have a liking for rarer meat, a fine tuned sense of smell and hearing. There might be some bone aches during the full moon but it won’t be anything too bad.”

Bill feels an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude come over him. His mother, having seen the signs, holds out a trashcan. A moment later, he pukes into the trashcan, happy to feel his mother’s hands on his back. He’s safe now.

Umm...so this is totes some sexiness...

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 18:49:57 GMT

Title: New Attractions
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Remus/Bill
Rating: R
Summary/Notes: Bill realizes a new attraction after his run in with Greyback. It's slash. Don't read if you don't like.

Bill isn’t sure how he missed this before, but now he sees the attractive side of Remus Lupin. He knows for a fact that he’d noticed right after his run in with Greyback but not why he notices. Remus is different from him. Instead of freckles, he has scars that most likely are all over his body. Bill shivers slightly, trying to direct his thoughts from certain body parts. Remus is also eleven years older than him.

Despite his mother telling him over and over again that it was rude to stare, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the older man. All he’s doing is reading a book but the way he moves, ever so slowly but with obvious purpose, makes the eldest Weasley boy weak at the knees. It makes no sense to him at all. Then Remus looks up, their eyes locking for a moment before Bill forces his gaze to the ground and fights against a blush he can’t quite explain.

“Are you alright, Bill?” The slight concern in the other man’s voice makes him look up, nodding decisively and assuring him he is quite alright. He wonders idly why he feels so off kilter around someone who has been around since he was little. It really makes no sense at all.

****

A few days later, Bill is sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea when he gets the distinct feeling that he is being watched. Placing his cup gently on the table, he looks up, half expecting his mother to be there. She’s always going on about how it looks like he isn’t eating enough. The only thing is…that it’s not his mother. It’s Remus, watching him quietly before coming to sit down at the table.

“Did…Did you want some tea?”

“Tea would be lovely, Bill.” The way he says his name sends shivers down his spine and the redhead gets up, moving to pour another cup of tea. He still doesn’t understand what’s happening. It wasn’t like he said it in a seductive way or any way that hinted he wanted more than friendship. It just sounded wonderful coming from his lips.

He sets the cup down in front of the older man and pauses for a moment when he notices that Remus seems to be studying him like one of his books. “Is there something on my face?”

“No. Nothing unusual, anyway.” His voice is soft but his words don’t escape his ears. Part of him wants to remark on the ugly scar that now adorns his face and seems to ruin what it was but part of him knows that Remus wouldn’t dare say that his scar was anything other than perfectly fit for his face. He’s heard his mother say the same thing to the other man before.

“Good to know.” He sits down and they drink their tea, an awkward sort of silence settling around them.

******

Remus hasn’t been around Grimmauld Place for a while. Bill doesn’t outwardly admit it, but he’s concerned. It feels like something is tugging on a string attached to his stomach. It makes him want to vomit.

“Bill? You’re looking a little pale. Are you alright?”

For a moment his mind makes the voice sound like Remus’ and he turns quickly only to find his mother looking concerned. “I’m fine. Just…need a cup of tea is all.” He can tell she doesn’t believe a word he says and he almost folds from the look in her eyes. “Really, Mum.”

“He’s going to be fine, you know. Just out on a mission.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns away and busies himself with the stove, hoping she’ll leave it alone.

“He’ll be back tomorrow.” And with that, she leaves the room and the eldest Weasley child is left to his thoughts.

******

Remus comes back the next day, just as his mother told him he would. He forcefully resists the urge to run over and kiss him. It would most likely end up poorly. He doubts the other man would like being kissed by someone eleven years younger than him so he goes back to cleaning after a courteous ‘welcome back.’

He’s in the second room to the left upstairs when he hears someone step into the room. “I’m almost done, Mum. Honestly. You nit pick worse than when I was little these days.” There’s no response for a moment as the footsteps get closer. Part of him realizes that his mother is not in the room. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“I’ve seen you watching me.” The words send shivers down his spine, the hands on his shoulders causing him to visibly tense.

“I…”

“Shh…” Bill obeys and lets his words drop, standing quietly as he waited for something else to happen. “Relax.” Once again, he does what he’s told. “Good. Now turn around.” The redhead turns slowly, eyes locking with Remus’ as he does.

Something tells him that he should run and so he does, feeling rather stupid afterwards.

******

It’s a couple weeks before he’s at Grimmauld Place again. He’d been off on a mission of his own and he was almost glad to get out of the house. He wasn’t certain how to face Remus again. Especially after making himself look stupid the last time. So it’s a surprise to see the other man staring at him intently from across the room. It makes his knees go weak.

Once everyone is cleared out, he pulls out his wand and looks for something to clean. He needs to keep himself busy. This is what he tells himself as he walks into a room and starts to clear the cobwebs and anything else that might need clearing.

The next thing he knows, he’s stuck to the wall and unable to move. “Great,” he mutters under his breath. He figures he must have set off some booby trap he didn’t know about. “Mum!” He hopes she’ll come and help him out. His wand is lying on the floor across the room, rather useless to him now.

“You needn’t worry your mother, Bill. You’ll be quite alright. I just need to talk to you…” Remus. Bill knows his voice now.

“Remus…I…”

“Just…be quiet…” He doesn’t sound angry but Bill is concerned that he might be. “You listen, I’ll talk.”

Nodding curtly, Bill keeps his mouth shut and stops trying to fight against the powers keeping him stuck to the wall.

“I’ve seen you watching me.” He moves closer and his fingers trace the outline of the scar on the younger man’s face. It makes him shiver. “You are very attractive now, aren’t you?” Bill doesn’t say a word. “And you do realize that at this moment, I could do anything I wanted to you and you couldn’t stop me…” There is a nod of recognition of this fact. “But that’s not what I do…so you really don’t have to worry.” There’s a soft laugh from the werewolf as he takes in the man in front of him.

Bill bites down on his lip, watching the other man closely. He wants to say something, wants to tell him that he can do anything he wants to him because he doesn’t care, he wouldn’t mind. However, he forces himself to stay quiet and try not to give himself away.

“Now…I’ve always been one to believe that if you want something, you ought to take the risk and mention it. I, Remus Lupin, would rather fancy…well…I’ll show you instead.” He leans over and presses his lips against Bill’s, causing the younger man to make a small noise before reciprocating. The eldest Weasley child is far from amused when Remus pulls back and watches him. “I figured as much.” He unsticks him, the slightest of amusement crossing his face as the other man falls to the ground. “Sorry…”

******

The next time Bill sees Remus, he grabs his arm and pulls him into a room, pushing him up against a wall and kissing him. “Your turn,” he murmurs quietly as he pulls back. Somehow he knows Remus understands what he meant.

“Why’d you wait so long?” Bill shrugs a little and looks down at the ground.

“My face…it’s…well…” He gestures vaguely at the scar, shrugging again.

“You’re going to have no problem with all my scars and be upset about yours?” Remus unbuttons his shirt, showing him his torso. Bill notes it is littered with scars and only makes him want to kiss him again. He resists, however, and just studies his body. “You’re giving yourself away.”

“What?” Bill looks at him for a moment, not sure what he means. He’s very surprised to feel a hand over his crotch. A blush spreads itself across his cheeks as he looks down. “I…” He’s cut off by Remus’ lips pressed against him. Maybe he can deal with this.

He squeaks slightly as he is suddenly pushed against the opposite wall and the door shuts. He opens his mouth to say something when his throat constricts and he realizes that he’s been silenced. He’s not sure why but his mind supplies him with many possibilities. Suddenly his pants are around his ankles and there is a breath of warm air around his waist. He looks down only to see Remus on his knees, staring up at him hungrily. His knees go weak and he has to force himself to stay upright.

Remus, catching the slight issue, casts a spell to keep his hips stuck to the wall. He leans over and kisses a trail from one hip to the other. Bill’s boxers suddenly seem very uncomfortable. He mouths Remus’ name, the frustration present on his face. He was past trying to appear like he didn’t want this. Past it completely.

Remus smirked and looked up at him. A moment later his face changed and he looked almost innocent besides the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Yes, Bill?”

“Please,” he mouthed, looking down at him as the older man started to kiss just above his boxers.

“What was that?” He flicks his wand, removing the silencing spell.

He moved his hands to tug at his boxers, making a face. “I want you…” His voice was soft as he looked at him.

“Ah. That’s what you were after.” He flicks his wand so that his hips come unstuck from the wall and pulls down his boxers. It’s not much longer before his tongue flicks out over the head of his cock, causing a shiver to run down Bill’s spine. Remus smirks at a small noise from the redhead and proceeds to take him into his mouth.

Bill groans as his hands clench at his side. It’s warm and feels heavenly to him. He could get lost in this feeling for as long as he wanted. Once Remus starts moving, he can no longer resist the urge and his hands tangle in brown locks and pull lightly. The werewolf makes a small noise, sending vibrations along his cock and causing his eyes to flutter closed. He’s certain he’s never felt anything like this before despite earlier conquests gaining a similar response.

Remus’ mouth works at his cock until he can’t help but release into his mouth. The werewolf holds onto his hips, making sure he doesn’t fall onto the ground. Once he’s moved out of the way, he slowly lowers the younger man to the ground. “Merlin…” Bill leans against Remus, trying to even out his breathing. “That was…” He pauses for a moment as he takes a few breaths. “Amazing…”

“Why thank you.” Remus gives him a cheeky smile, and lets his mouth relax a little. “I had a wonderful time myself.”

Bill laughs softly and leans against the wall. “Mum already knows about this, you do realize.”

“Quite aware.” He laughs and leans over to kiss the redhead next to him. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“Absolutely.”

YAR! FANFICTION!

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:03:21 GMT

Title: You Belong To Me
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Fabian/Gideon
Rating: Umm...R, man. R
Summary/Notes: Fabian surprises Gideon with an unexpected love session. =D Yes...twinslash is twinslash. Don't read if you aren't gonna like it.

Fabian leaned against the wall behind the tapestry on the third floor. He listened quietly for the sound of his brother’s footsteps, smirking to himself as he thought about his plan. Oh, Gideon was sure to enjoy it. Perhaps he’d be a little distraught at first but it would be alright afterwards. He’d told him to meet him on the third floor by the tapestry about five minutes from now and his brother was always a little early.

The sound of his boots on the floor caused the young redhead to smirk. Dear, dear Gideon. He smiled to himself at the sound of the footsteps pausing right outside the entrance, a small sigh. “Typical. He’s always late,” Gideon muttered to himself. Fabian rolled his eyes, moving to push back the tapestry. Before his brother could say a word, he pulled out his wand and muttered, “Silencio” before pulling him into the little cove.

“Hullo, brother dear. How are we today?” He smiled a little as he unbuttoned his brother’s shirt just a little so he could see the collar around his neck. “Good boy. I see you haven’t taken it off. I suppose I have to reward you for that.” He laughed softly at the disgruntled look on Gideon’s face before leaning over to give him a kiss, pushing him roughly up against the wall. No matter how many times his brother complained about that, Fabian knew he liked it best.

Gideon would have made a small noise if he was capable of any noises at all at the moment. That was the thing about Fabian. He just got him without even needing to ask no matter how much he complained about it afterwards. Fabian smiled a little at the look on his brother’s face before he slipped a finger under the collar and pulled him towards the middle of the room, pushing him onto the couch.

“Just so you know, minute younger brother…” There was a pause as he leaned over to gently nip at his neck. “You’re mine.” There was that signature smirk again. If you saw that smirk across the Great Hall, you knew something was going to happen. Another flick of the wand and Gideon’s clothes flew across the room, landing in a heap. He smiled a little at the mixture of desire and botheration in his brother’s eyes. “Sorry I didn’t fold them for you…I guess your clothes will just be wrinkled.”

It was another moment before his own clothes followed, mixing with Gideon’s in a fashion that mirrored their position now. Fabian’s fingers ran through his brother’s blonde hair as he smiled. “And another thing,” he half growled into the other boy’s ear. “No one…and I mean no one…is allowed to touch you like I touch you.” The slight nod from his brother was all he needed before he gave into his own desires, blue eyes watching the way Gideon’s back arched as he did. Merlin, he was beautiful.

Once they were both spent, Fabian laid on top of his brother, breathing heavily. He grabbed his wand removing the silencing charm. “W-what brought that on, if I may ask?”

“Stacey…Uldrige. Tell her to keep her filthy hands off of you.” Fabian looked him dead in the eye, a slight fire burning inside them.

“No competition. No one can shag like you do, brother dear.”

Fabian couldn’t help the breathy laugh that escaped past his lips. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Eels up inside ya!

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:06:37 GMT

Booooooored

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 04:18:09 GMT

Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:28:44 GMT



		I will marry Jessica Starr.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Germany in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 4 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Green Mini Cooper.
		I will spend my days as a Nurse, and live happily ever after.

Something to think over

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:17:04 GMT

Everyone...please be safe. The numbers of swine flu are increasing and there is no vaccine for it now as the virus has mutated. Remember to wash your hands and be careful around those around you who are ill. I just don't want anyone to get sick...=(

It's not a nice virus...

www.cdc.gov/swineflu/

Just so you can keep up with the numbers...and get any information you may need.

Just a random pondering moment...

Fri, 17 Apr 2009 07:46:51 GMT

View Poll: Novel Inquiries

Just cause I am curious....I'm almost done Chapter 1...and I don't know if anyone is interested...

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