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Prolouge It was a warm July night, a sticky breeze blowing on the humid air, and Draco Malfoy stood under the starry sky with Blaise Zabini. He longed to press his body against the boy's, but receded to do so, knowing his father would murder him if he found out Draco was having a relationship with another male. The golden chestnut hair of Zabini flickered and swirled around his face, causing the boy to see in specks of brown and amber. His matching eyes gazed into Draco's cool stormy ones as Malfoy swallowed; his tongue longing to explore the dark abyss of Blaise's maw. Draco turned his head, and his body followed. He couldn't hold on much longer. He already felt his heart would burst and that his body would simply stop working if he didn't get to caress and hold the teenager in his arms soon. He whisked his head toward his parents' bedroom window, knowing he had only a few minutes left until they left for their festivité. I can do this, he told himself. I can keep my hands off Blaise for three more minutes, can't I? Then, Draco glanced back at his boyfriend, and as he watched him standing there in the glow of the waning crescent, he knew he could not and ran inside, knowing Zabini would soon follow.
A minute later, the sound of footsteps reached Draco's ears. Draco swivelled on the leather seat to look behind him. He swivelled and smiled as Blaise said,
"Draco, I'll be in the shower; come in later, if you want." Malfoy turned back around, his ecstasy filled to the rim. In just two minutes, no, about one minute now, he would be in a world of pure joy. A world where he could be with Blaise Zabini. The time snailed by, but after the series of ticks, he heard the footsteps of his father trot down the stairway. There was the strong familiar click of the boot's soals hitting the hard tile. The soft leather chafed against one another making a faint swishing noise. Lucius's cool eyes stared into a mirror image of his own. Oh, God, he knows .But he didn't. His father's eyes always had that cold winter chill. Maybe once in his life, a spring rain or a summer breeze resided in the soul's doorway, but the past mattered no more for only a dead emotion strayed there now. Anyway, Lucius stared at Draco with those emotionless eyes, mentioning the fact that he and Narcissa were going out and that they would be back at so-and-so time. Draco turned; he didn't care where they were going, just when they'll be back is what matters . Finally, his parents left the manor, and the young Malfoy headed upstairs to take a hot, steamy shower.
The pounding and the stinging of the blistering clear liquid was a dream come true. The water caused wet rivets that washed away the frothy whiteness of the lathered soap. Draco smiled as he felt Zabini's strong hands run along his back; he felt the smooth texture of nudity scraping across his bare skin. Draco let out a sigh of happiness and he sensed himself being pressed against the shower wall. He turned around as Zabini attacked him with a kiss. He tasted the hot water droplets on the tip of his tongue, and his arms wrapped themselves around the boy's waist, pulling him in. Blaise's callous manhood pressed against his own, and the two things had a war, a huge thunderous war, of who could become the hardest. His hair hung dank and lank across his face, the water showing the natural highlights in his baby fine. Draco's thumb massaged Blaise Zabini's back in comforting circles as the water vapour swirled in misty waves around the two bodies, mixing the two lights together. The snow white glow of Draco's own bodily perfume, and the lightly tanned one of Blaise clashed in the soft, hazy light.
Draco smiled as he felt Blaise's moist lips on his own again. He continued to smile even though the vapour had started to condensate, and the chilly water had started to conquer the warm, soothing one. Malfoy shivered as he stepped closer to his amant, trying to take in the warmth of the body. Blaise could feel the chills running through Malfoy's body; he pulled apart, shut off the water, and beckoned the pureblood to follow him. Draco stepped out and dried his blonde hair, to eager to even bother to dry his pallid body. He enthusiastically followed the tan body in front of him; it was bobbing in and out of sight as it turned corners as it headed toward Draco's room. Water continued to drip from his pale, moon white body, and the figure continued to follow Zabini's shadow in hopeful ecstasy. Suddenly, Blaise stopped as Draco ran smack into him.
"You ought to pay attention to what you're doing," he said as he pressed Malfoy's naked body against the wall. He was so horny, he didn't even know if he could wait for them to reach the room. Draco felt another soft, satisfying kiss of natural velvet. He heard his heart pound, and his pulse race as Blaise started to kiss the side of his neck. Small gasps escaped his throat as Blaise's teeth nipped his skin. Finally, Blaise released his sultry hold, took Malfoy's hand, smiling, and started to lead him to the room again.
The twists and turns seemed to never end, and he felt for certain that he had reached the Land of Nod so that he would never reach his bedroom with those silky sheets to slide into. Draco no longer dripped, but the moisture on his body had turned damp and sticky. Draco sighed in hopelessness; it seemed they would never reach his room. However, they turned the last corner and the wooden door leading to Draco's room stood in front of them. Blaise opened the door as Draco heard the rhythmic beat of his boyfriend's heart speed up. Thump. Thump thump. ThumpThumpThump. The beat kept racing and Draco felt his mouth go dry. He licked his lips, trying to lock in the dewy moisture, trying to keep his lips a satin brush for Blaise to brush his own art against. Everything went quiet, and all his ears picked up were the sound of his breath growing steadily louder. He heard himself swallow, and he could swear it was as loud as a rushing waterfall spilling into the icy depths of a pool below. He heard the door click; his eyes followed the sultry figure of Blaise that slowly stepped closer to the boy. Then, they touched, and Draco knew he was no longer on the Earth plane. He was floating in an endless abyss, and the only thing there with him was the one thing he cared for with all his heart, mind, and soul. He was with Blaise. Blaise Zabini.
Draco could feel Zabini's hands clasp to his waist as the two bodies seemed to be magnetized to the other. The distance between them closed rapidly, and Draco placed his lips on Blaise's neck. He tasted the last remains of sweat and condensation from the shower. His tongue flicked out, and the saltiness of it made his head swim. Malfoy hooked his arms under the other teen's, rising up to clasp his shoulders from behind. He clawed at the boy's back, but left no scratch having those short nails of his. He could feel Blaise sucking on his ear lobe, and he tightened and grew. Zabini had found his number one horny spot. He slipped his arms out of the living manacles and ran his soft hands over the gamin's chest, stopping to play with one of the pink nipples that hardened under his touch. He could feel the breath, hot and sweltering, upon his neck. He slid away from the breathful heat, and made the grey orbs upon his face look across to the satin pecks of pink flesh. Draco continued to suck on the nipple when he sensed the warm, gushing liquid rush into his throat. Blaise gave a delightful cry of pain mixed with intimate pleasure as the pale-skinned boy pulled away, licking the scarlet candy from his lips. Malfoy could still see the blood dripping from the circular wound caused by his pearly whites, now stained with the colour of the setting sun.
Blaise shuddered as Draco began to lick the wound clean, and the body underneath him persisted to tense every time Draco's cool tongue touched the skin. Malfoy's tongue slid back into its cave, and his heated lips started to kiss downward: across his chest, down his abdomen, leaving a faint trail of spit. His carnation-coloured lips fell over Zabibi's bellybutton, and the pink, worm-like muscle came back into play. It flicked in and out of the rounded indent, and Draco could feel the Blaise was eager for Malfoy to hit the jackpot, to take him in, and to pleasure him beyond his fill. Draco began his kissing trail again, going steadily lower and lower. He reached the penis as he licked it so that it glinted and gleamed in the candlelight. The tongue of Draconis Malfoy seemed to have a mind of its own as it slid all over Blaise's golden jewel. It traced over the ball sack, and Draco started to suck on the soft body tissue. He could hear short, breathy gasps coming from above his head as he gently bit down on the boy's pellet. He heard his intimate give another mixed scream, and he felt the spherical object fall from his mouth as he moved toward the centre. Draco took in the succulent beauty of the lascivious manhood before taking it to his mouth. His cavity worked around the fully-erected work of art, working to breathe through the flesh taking up the ebony darkness of the cavern it resided in. His teeth scraped off the dead skin cells while his tongue lashed around the snake-like piece. Suddenly, Blaise ejected inside of him, and he tasted the delightful bliss running down his throat. That's when Draco went into that world of happiness, when his joy overflowed in a powerful current, and the only sound in his ears was the pleasurable moaning of Blaise Zabini underneath him. That's when everything started to blur, and the two lovers fell asleep in each other's arms, their nude bodies entwined in an everlasting embrace. And they slept like that, forgetting the time, forgetting that Mr. Malfoy was coming home, and forgetting all worries in the world, but all that would come back as soon as the elder Malfoy stepped into his son's room. A New Year His grey eyes glinted with an anger as he surveyed the scene. He had decided to step in and check out his son. He didn't know why his instinct was telling him to enter the roomy chambers of Draco, but Lucius had learned to trust that instinct, to do what it said (unless it was something he knew would send him to Azkaban), and rarely question it. He simply obeyed, and he had his reasons. Oh yes, he had his reasons. Lucius took a step forward, the soft leather soal creating a click as it started toward Draco's bed in silent anger. Lucius could hear the breathing of a deep sleep coming from the silken sheets. His son's cheek was still nuzzled against Blaise's penis, a look of pure content on his swarmy face. He glanced at the two bodies, his eyes narrow slits of hatred, and he hung his onyx cloak. He stated at the two boys a few more seconds, watching the alabaster-toned body of his son rise slowly up and down. He watched the descending air escape when suddenly, a flash of a flesh-coloured blur materialised in front of his face, slapping across that pale skin in front of him. He smiled as he listened to the cry of pain coming from his son's lips. Draco stumbled to get up, to protect himself from the pain, but the oncoming of the backhands and closed fists kept Draco down on the midnight sheets.
Blaise had woken beside them, a look of horror on his face, watching the elder climb on top of Draco so as to hit and mutilate the soft, ashen skin even better. Blood spurted from Malfoy's cheek as the fist came away. His lips swelled, and Lucius could feel the blood drying in a sticky sweetness that pleased him through and through. He could feel Zabini tugging on his arm, trying to get the enraged parent off. The air was full of humidity, and he felt the liquid of Draco's tears, and the screams started to exit the maw, but Lucius could barely hear them; he could barely hear the cries of "I'm sorry, Daddy," through the ringing in his ears. He shoved Zabini off him and walloped the body that lay underneath him once again. His vision began to lose its focus, and he knew one thing: he never wanted this to happen again, and Lucius was to make sure his son got the message. He watched the salt water tears mix with the crimson blood, and Lucius's memories began to flood back into his mind. He tried to push them away, but every slap, every brush of bare skin against his, reminded him of why he hated this act so much. I remember, he thought, his mind starting to backtrack. I remember, I remember
I remember the scarlet engine, its white smoke billowing and flying to become part of some stratus cloud or perhaps even a cirrus so that it could look down at the other cotton-white objects floating in the blue oblivion. My golden hair flowed over my shoulders in silky waves. Five years of study at Hogwarts had passed, and I boarded the train for my sixth year. I flew to the centre compartment, my friends already saving me a seat. My smoky eyes glanced over to Rhomus, his light golden brown hair was fluttering in the wind, the chocolate brown eyes danced with a light of the risen sun, its beams streaming through the window. He gave a cocky grin as I entered, pleasantly pleased.
"Last year, Lucius."
"For you, maybe," I answered. Next, he flashed a smile. God, I'll never forget it: rows of perfect, sparkling teeth, his canines pointed to a sharp end, perfect for ripping flesh, and I turned to Dominic to see if I could see if there was any signs of jealousy on his face. He turned toward me, his highlighted hair shining with tints of red and blonde hidden in a sea of chestnut. His ice blue eyes simply made any girl swoon. Hell, they even made me sweat, and my throat would go dry every time he stared into the depths of my soul. He leaned forward, his face a pure neutral. Dominic's black shirt stretched tight, threatening to pop a seam as his muscles bulged. His black jeans pressed tight against him, and I never could see how he could stand it. I mean, a dick's gotta breathe. Then, he looked into my eyes, and I felt my breath go short. I watched as he leaned closer to me, and I remember thinking Oh, God, he's going to kiss me. It wasn't a fearful thought, or even one of those awkward ones that you seem to never stop thinking about, and you end up revolving your life around it. It was just a thought, something you didn't have an adjective for. Another had followed soon after, and it whispered in my ear, "You know you want it." I quickly pushed it away, my mind set on what was coming, but I remember he had stopped short, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face as he shook his head.
"You're hopeless."
"What do you mean?" I asked quizzically. Dom just shook his head, and left the conversation at a cliff hanger as usual. Then, he leaned back into his seat, giving no explanation of his odd statement. We were too used to this to care, even if it added another cell of confusement to our minds. Rhomus shook his head, that cocky grin still in play as he cried,
"We're hopeless, Dom? At least we can answer or explain when we say something . . . unique."
"Watch it, Lupin." A vibration came from Rhomus's throat, a deep trickling growl. It was quiet and settle; Dominic was only annoying the seventh year. Obviously, Dominic had heard it also for he didn't press the subject, but I also knew he wouldn't apologize to anyone. The growling ceased yet a yellow tint still gleamed in his eyes. My muscles loosened, glad that a fight wasn't about to start. Dominic leaned his head forward, playing with the shadows so it highlighted his greater aspects. Shades of red danced across his face, turning his eyes to an amethyst ice. I always felt so insignificant next to their godly beauty. Sure, I was handsome as a teenager, but compared to those two, I was an amateur.
The train continued on down the track, and we brought back the memories of the past years. Rhomus smiled, a look of content ness on his face when he brought the subject to James and the gang. I laughed,
"I still say you should've bitten him." He shrugged.
"What's it matter? It's not like he could get lycanthropy from me. I told you before that I'm not a werewolf, and even if I was, I would have to be in animal form to spread it anyway." Then, Dominic stated,
"I don't believe you. I mean, if you aren't a werewolf, how come your eyes turn when you get ticked off, and what about that horrible flesh craving you always seem to have?" Rhomus shook his head in slight annoyment. How many times had Lupin reasoned with Dominic? Hell, if I had a clue. I just accepted the reason he gave for his odd quirks. Dominic raised an eyebrow, waiting for the answer. Rhomus sighed as he began his usual statement,
"I told you how many times now? It's in my . . ."
"Your blood," Dominic interrupted. "Yeah, give me a story that's believable. Oh, wait, you can't because there isn't one, is there?" Rhomus opened his mouth to speak, but I had beaten him to it.
"Oh, shut up. Look, I don't care if you believe him or not, but he can't be a werewolf, a wererat, a werelion, or a wereanything. For one thing, have you ever seen him transform on the full moon? No! Now, I'm not doubting there's something fishy about the blood line story such as whom did he get it from? However, he' s not doing any harm to us so what's it matter?" Then, Lupin did release a few words, though they were no longer towards the brunette.
"I didn't need your defence, Malfoy. I could've handled it myself. And I know where I got my qualities, thank you very much, and it is my choice if I wish to divulge that information, and my choice alone." I simply shook my head. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved, but their constant bickering had driven me insane last year, and we hadn't even gotten to school, and they had already started.
"Well, maybe if you two actually agreed in something, you wouldn't be fighting all the time, and if you weren't fighting all the time, I wouldn't have butted in, or defending your honour as you put it, so therefore we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?" Then, I heard it. The growl of Rhomus Lupin. It wasn't the low, warning growl he had given Dominic earlier, but it was loud and threatening. I had ticked him off. The trembling yet steady noise grew louder as he stalked toward me. I could feel my heart skip a beat, and my mouth go dry. I should have known better than to pin the blame on them. Rhomus was a deadly enemy, even if he wasn't a werewolf. You could tell something was there, something unnatural, and who knows, maybe he wouldn't have been as bad if he wasn't in his "blood line." I could feel his breath, hot against my throat. His lips were pulled back in a snarl. God, he's going to rip my throat out. His eyes were a full amber, and I could feel him coming closer, causing me to sink back in the seat. I watched as he got ready to lunge when a muscled arm held him back.
"Dominic, let me go," he growled. "Mr. Malfoy needs to learn that no one talks back to me and gets away with it."
"Rhomus . . ." I watched as the wolf eyes turned toward the god behind him. I watched his tensed muscles relax, and I watched him fall back into his seat. Dominic let go, and I knew the creature wouldn't do anything as long as Dom was in the compartment, but if he left, I would be in trouble. My cool eyes followed him, and he stared back intently. Next, I heard the shuffling of feet near the door. I turned my head to see Dominic opening the compartment door, readying to leave.
"W-where are you going?" I stammered.
"I need to ask something." My eyes turned back to Rhomus. Was he nuts to leave me here . . . alone with Rhomus? My smoky orbs swivelled back to Dominic Désir as I asked,
"Can I come with you?" He shrugged, and turned, and I hurried after him, glad to put space between those amber wolf-like eyes. We walked a few compartments down when we stopped. He pivoted toward me, a solemn look on his face.
"What were you thinking?" he cried. "Starting an argument with Rhomus?" It's different when I do it; he holds some respect for me. Maybe not a lot, but enough so that he won't get too cocky. Lucius, you should know I won't always be there to protect you, and I hate to burst your bubble, but the Dark Lord doesn't give a rat's ass about you. You'll just be a toy to him, something he can play with and then throw away. And I really hate to lecture, especially about picking fights, but I'm telling you this: don't pick a fight with Rhomus again! I'm only saving your rich ass from him once." I had nothing to say, and I wouldn't have trusted myself to say anything anyway. I would have just started an argument with Dominic, and I knew I'd rather be in a fight with Rhomus than Dominic. Dominic was more likely to protect me from Lupin than Lupin was to protect me from Dominic. I looked at him, barely three feet from his body when the train gave a sudden jolt. My body lunged against his, and I could feel the warmth of his blood running through his veins. A faint, salty smell whispered off of him as my long blonde hair draped over his arms in pleasant waves of sunshine. The beat of his heart pulsed against my skin, and I remember feeling myself start to go hard. I quickly pulled away, disappointed not to be against his luscious abs anymore, but I also didn't want him to know I was getting a turn-on. I looked at him for a few more seconds, licking my lips, wanting to get away. Slowly, I stumbled backwards, going to the only place that would make sense: our compartment. My shoes scuffed the floor as I trailed toward the door, trying to find the handle with my hands when he said,
"Don't be upset you got a boner, Lucius. It's happened to other guys before, some even taking off screaming by the fact they were 'happy' about another man. It's not your fault anyway. It's mine." My hand, clasped white to the compartment handle, loosened, letting a rush of oxygen, nutrients, and blood cascade to the fingertips. I opened my mouth to speak, closed it, opened it once more, and closed it again, shaking my head. He just stood there, patiently as I tried to collect my thoughts. I had finally gathered them into my word basket, and I opened my mouth to speak once more.
"How is it your fault?" Dominic smirked, his hair now creating a golden glow, and I could hear a deep chuckle coming from the inside.
"Because, my dear Malfoy, I am an incubus."
"But I thought incubi and succubi had those huge leathery bat wings."
"Yes and no," he answered. "Incubi can take many forms, that is just the common body. So it really isn't your fault; I'm the one that's sending off sex vibes. Now, let's go back and have a chat with Lupin. He should be calmed down by now." I watched as he walked past me, and I started to think I don't care what he says, I don't believe that him being an incubus has anything to do with my emotions, maybe his beauty and his sex lust. It probably even has to do with the other guys' hormones, but I don't think his linage has anything to do with me. Oh God, how that thought frightened me. I entered after Dominic, staring ahead, or trying to. I tried to control the way my eyes slid to his bottom, the way his hips glided in that smooth, inhuman fashion. Dammit, don't think about that. I saw Rhomus look up, his eyes back to his normal chocolate brown. I tried to continue staring at those eyes, but every move the incubus made drew my attention. In fact, it felt like he was putting sex vibes out now. It felt like he wanted me to notice him. Then, a thought that had never crossed my mind came. Is he gay? Hell, am I gay? Of course you're not, I told myself. You've had plenty of sex with girls, and you enjoyed it, but . . . no, don't think about it! You're not gay, get it? I could feel the train slowing down while I stood in that confined space with the sexiest man had ever met, and I couldn't think of a time when I had been happier that the train was stopping. I would get back into the bustle of school, and then I wouldn't notice him (as much).
I stepped inside, sat down at the Slytherin table, and listened to the old fool, Dumbledore, give his start of term notices. I watched as the feast materialised in front of us after the Sorting had finished. I was about to dig in when it happened. Another problem had walked in on me. I didn't know it then, but the new problem would effect my whole life. 2
Damion3
A magical cloth suddenly snowed over the feast, making it seem to disappear. You knew it was still there. You could smell the sweet aroma of the roasted turkey, the baked apples, and the steamy goodness of mutton stew under the obsidian fabric. Nearly all the students were looking around in confusion. Was this Dumbledore's idea of a joke? Then, I watched Lupin's ears twitch, and his head turned toward the door. I started turning my head that way when I saw James and Sirius doing the same. Reamus Lupin was already watching the oak doors when they started to open. They slowly receded outward, and nearly everyone's attention was on the heavy double doors. Finally, the doors opened all the way, and everyone stared at what was coming through. It was Professor McGonagall, and she was caring a three-legged stool along with the Sorting Hat. Why was she bringing the Sorting Hat back out? I continued to watch the doorway, waiting for the answer, and it came. It was a boy.
He looked about 17 or 18; he had a thin onyx curtain of hair flowing over his face. It was cut about half-way down his ears, his bangs arched, some of the smaller strands falling into his eyes. His lilac eyes. The lavender purple slowly faded to a faint blue toward the centre. He stood not in the black robes of Hogwarts, but in robes of a metallic silver. The teenager started to walk forward, all eyes following him, when Dumbledore gave a loud cough to draw our attention.
"Students, this is Mr. Damion Flieder. He has transferred here from The Academy of Phantastische Hexen in Germany. He will be sorted and join the classes with the sixth years. Now, the hat will place him in the house suited for him, and then the cover will be removed, and the feast will begin once more." Everyone turned to watch as the Sorting Hat was placed upon Damion's head. I watched, wondering if he was perhaps a no-good mudblood. The hat stayed silent for a few more seconds when it finally shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" I joined the rest of the applause as the foreign student walked over, looking for a place to sit down. I felt Dominic budge over so that an empty seat lay between us, and I hear Lupin growl as we watched the new Slytherin slide toward us,
"Desir, no. I'll not have another worthless being using our abilities for their benefits. I won't have it. Malfoy's bad enough, but he can at least 'pay' his respects." He took a breath, and he opened his mouth to start again, but Damion has already sat next to us. A tint of yellow flame flicked in Rhomus's eyes, and I heard Dom give his warning cough. I watched as the black fabric was lifted from the table, the delicacies still steaming as if it had just come from the oven. Reaching for a slice of kidney pie, I leaned down and whispered in Damion's ear,
"See the guy next to Dominic, two from your right? A word of advice: don't piss him off, and let me tell you, he gets ticked pretty easily."
"Maybe you should take your own advice, Lucius," Dominic answered.
"I don't recall asking you to join our conversation, Desir."
"And when have I ever listened to you?"
"When have you listened to anybody?" Then he smiled, its warm glow reaching my heart (and penis). It was soft and caring, but it was also sexual and intimate. Don't ask me how he managed to do that, but he did. I looked over to Flieder, wondering if he was thinking the same thing, wondering if it was vibes or just me, just my body that lusted after his. I pushed it aside and turned my attention to the new student.
"So how long do you think you'll be here?" He looked at me, his bi-coloured eyes shining in the enchanted starlight, and I felt another emotion float through me, another thought. He is beautiful. He didn't make me go hard the way Dominic did, but I realised I would rather be with the German than the incubus. Why am I even thinking that? I don't even like men.
If you say so, but your body would have to disagree. You're stuck between two sexy, succulent bodies you can't have, and it's driving you nuts.
It's not my fault. Dominic's an incubus; I'm bound to be attracted to him.
Damion's not an incubus, and you want him.
Not NAKED!
You sure?
I . . . uh . . . "Lucius!" I heard Lupin's voice over my thoughts, breaking the conversation. "You ask someone a question, and you don't even listen to the answer. You're pathetic!" I turned my head toward him, blushing slightly, if he had known what I was thinking . . . I stuttered a sorry, and I watched Rhomus shake his head in annoyment. I flipped through my mind, trying to recall what I asked. I looked at Damion, and he answered my question for the second time.
"I vill be here for the entire year, and if I enjoy it, I may be able to return the next." I looked back into his eyes, and I thought I would never be able to look away. However, I knew it would look odd if I stared at him all day. My head turned, my hand reaching for the soup ladle when a pale hand brushed on top of mine. My eyes followed my arm attached to it, and I once again saw the lavender eyes. I quickly removed my hand, trying not to blush, and failing. I heard Dom give a chuckle, and goose pimples rode on my flesh at the sound of it. My nipples became hard under its touch, and I could barley breathe through the sexual aurora in the air. Dominic was releasing his power. Heads turned throughout the Great Hall, all at different times. Some kept averting their eyes, trying to hide the fact that they had been staring at the Slytherin. Girls struck out in fits of giggles, and I could guarantee that many of the guys' dicks were perking under their robes, wanting to be released. I'm sure many of the minds didn't agree with the bodies, but they didn't have a choice. Incubi powers were maybe at full max. They were at least high on the scales.
I looked over to Dom, about to ask him what he was doing, when it hit me even harder. I watched his chest rise and descend, and I had a sudden longing to run my hands over the bare skin that lay underneath, to pinch and play with the rich pinkness of the nipple. My silver orbs raised upward toward his lips, and I needed to prove to myself that they were as soft as they looked. I wanted to prove they were a velvet, waiting to shined and smoothed by another. I could hear and smell the blood rushing in his jugular vein, and I wondered what the blood would taste like in my mouth. I wondered if it would taste as sweet as his bronzed neck. My tongue longed to lick down his jaw line, across his chest, over his stomach, and on until it reached Desir's manhood. Part of me wished he would take me to his bed and enter me. I wanted to press my erection against his, to feel him hard and ready underneath me. I longed for him to dominate me. Bondage. That's all I wanted. I wanted to be dominated. When did I become a submissive freak? I didn't care. I just wanted to be in bed with him. Every part of my body wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against that own piece, to be part of it. Every little part of me. I believe, the only thing keeping me from doing all that was the fact that my mind was still in slight reality. It knew everyone would see if I kissed Dominic there, and I did not want to be known as a faggot-boy. In fact, that was the only reason I wasn't jumping him.
I knew I need to look away from him, but where was I to conjure up that much will power? I felt a hand fall on my shoulder, and it started to shake me. Somehow, it created a break in the chain. It was still there, and holding strong, but I was able to weave out of the links. My head turned to see who was behind me when I saw the lilac eyes watching me. My mind had somehow freed itself from the spell. I still lusted after the demon, but those eyes somehow calmed me, I guess you could say. The rest of me turned, his hand falling away, so I could keep eye contact with him while I spoke. Do I really want to do that? Hell, it beat looking at Dominic, feeling like my self-control would burst at any moment, like a dam holding a raging river. My head was swimming with lust and desire yet I continued to stare at those purple eyes. I opened my mouth to continue the conversation, hoping my emotions would flow back to normal.
"So how in depth are you in the Dark Arts?"
"Who says I'm into the Dark Arts?"
"Oh, come one, every Slytherin becomes embodied in them. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like we're going to tell anyone. Just tell us, where did you learn them from? Did you learn any from friends? Did you learn it from your mother, your father, or both? Or did you perhaps learn the forsaken magic from a book?" Everyone's eyes were eager to see how much Dark Magic Damion knew, how much pain he could inflict on an innocent bystander. He opened his mouth, still trying to if he could trust us, when I realised the desires had died down. I sighed relief inside my mind as Damion started.
"I was taught by my father mostly, but I learned a little from Phantastische Hexen." My mouth dropped.
"They actually taught you Dark Arts? Not just defensive stuff?"
"Ja."
"And you chose to come here, out of your own free will?"
"Yes, and I think I'll be very happy to be here. I don't know how I know this, considering I just met you guys, but I think it'll be a very pleasing experience." And I stared into those stunning orchard orbs, and I believe the same thing. I believed it would be very . . . pleasing.4
5
The Beast Within Desert soon came along, but my appetite had disappeared when Dominic's powers had come into play. I watched as the other students finished the delights of the feast. Finally, the dishes were cleared, and the students started toward their dorms to get a good night's sleep. I turned toward Damion and said,
"Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." My body started after Rhomulus as my thoughts began a war. Damion and you sleeping together. I bet that makes you happy.
What's it matter? He'll be in a different bed anyway.
But he'll be so close.
Shut up! I don't even care for him that way!
Being a little defensive, aren't we? Awfully defensive for someone you don't even care for.
Shut up!
Does thinking of his cock rubbing against your own excite you? Do you picture what it's like under that silver robe?
No! Now, shut up!
Picturing the soft skin caressing your own? The feel of him inside your mouth?
SHUT UP!
Or maybe, you rather have him in the other end?
"Shut up!" So many eyes watched me in dead silence as my own grey eyes swivelled around to meet them all. They turned to meet Damion's, and my legs started forward as my mind tried to ignore the gossiping whispers that filled the hall. I walked in silence to the dungeons though I made sure that I didn't look behind me at the foreigner. I received the password from the prefect. I had entered when I felt a hand clasp my shoulder, and I somehow knew who that hand belonged to. It was the hand of Damion. Chills ran through my body, and my blood turned to ice. All of me went numb, and all I could feel was his hand. It was so warm, and I knew I never wanted to stray away from it. No, he's just a friend! Nothing more! I lurched forward, drifting from the pleasant flesh. I descended to the dorms, tears shining in my eyes. I remember that night. I remember the silent tears streaming down my cheeks, and I cried myself to sleep.
I woke the next day, readying myself for class, when I saw him. I saw Damion. He no longer wore the metallic robes of Phantastiche Hexen, but the black ones of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His black hair swayed around his face, and once again, I was left staring into his lavender eyes, I licked my lips and mentioned,
"You should wear black more often. It looks good on you." I realised what I had said, but that look of surprise had already crossed onto his face. I opened my mouth to stutter an explanation, however Damion had stopped me with his own words.
"It's okay. Don't worry. I don't care if you're gay or not."
"But I . . ."
"Anyway, just because you say I look good in something doesn't mean you vont to fuck me. Trust me, I'ff had that problem vith guys before. Of course, sometimes ven I said that, I did vont to fuck. It just goes to show you, you can't conclude anything from that comment. Anyway, are you going to show me to class or not?"
"Uh, um, I, uh, I guess." I never figured out how I got the words to leave my mouth. My head was wheeling with what he had said: "of course, sometimes when I said that, I did want to fuck." He wanted to fuck a guy. A guy. That's great. You'll have a better chance to be with him now.
Yeah, I'll be able to . . . I mean, no! I'm not gay!
You won't be able to deny it much longer. You long for him and Dominic so much it makes your heart ache. Suddenly, there was the incubus. He had appeared silently behind me at the simple thought of him. I felt the vibes spring up around me. My eyes surveyed Dominic's muscular body, and, like every time I was around Dominic, my dick grew and tightened. It longed to be covered with Dom's saliva as the sweet lips sucked longingly on it. I took a step toward the irresistible incubus. I swear I would have fucked him right there if Damion had not grabbed my arm. Physically, it wasn't enough to hold me back, but emotionally, hell yes. With all the sex vibes in the air and with what he just told me, my mind was wrenching itself apart. It wanted to be with Damion while another piece wanted to be with Dominic. The final piece didn't want any of it. It didn't want to be gay. I turned my head toward Damion, my penis throbbing from the lust, and I stared into his lilac eyes.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go to class." I tried to confirm what he wanted with words, but couldn't so I nodded my head and led him out of the Common Room and toward potions. I watched as the German talked to Snape of where to sit, and Severus kindly pointed to the Slytherin where seats were vacant. I watched as Damion trailed back, watched as he entered the row behind me. I watched as he pulled a chair out right behind me. I quickly averted my eyes as thoughts raced through my head. Somehow, my eyes slowly strayed back toward the foreigner. I felt my breathing quicken and images, so vividly descriptive, flashed through my head. I pictured his pale skin brushing against mine, the smoothness of it making me gasp with pleasure. Everything was so vivid, so wondrous, so magical when they were suddenly interrupted with another image. Great, leathery bat wings filled the air, the vast ebony darkness filling the sky, turning everything bright and cheerful to eerie and intimidating. I saw black leather clasp to the legs of the humanoid while strings of more leather laced up the sides, keeping the blackened hide from falling to the floor. The torso was unclothed, and muscles rippled through the body, and the skin seemed to give off an unearthly glow. Red and golden highlights shone in his hair. The creature's eyes were a full coal black, and my mind watched as the demon raised a muscled arm when I heard the crack. The whip held tight in his hand grazed the floor, creating a multiple of red hot sparks, and I shuddered as I wondered what the whip would feel like against my skin. Maybe you'll enjoy it. But I didn't want anything to do with the monster, and yet as my mind kept closing around him, I noticed there was something familiar about the wingéd beast. However, I couldn't quite grasp it when the image started to dissolve. Literally, dissolve. The picture melted, oozing toward the ground of my cerebellum, and I was left in class, struck with fear from the thing that had come and visited me.
Class ended, and I walked over to Damion. He looked me up and down and proclaimed,
"You seem pale, more than usual, I mean."
"I'm fine. I guess I was just thinking too hard last hour."
"Vot the hell vere you thinking about?"
"Just things."
"Vell, obviously, they are tearing your brain apart."
"Let's just get to class." I always appreciated that he hadn't pressed the subject. He never entered the subject again, not when we were headed to Advanced Transfiguration or a month later when we were heading to lunch. We finally reached Transfiguration, and I watched as McGonagall placed him near the front. I watched when I heard a whisper in my ear.
"You've been watching him for two class periods now." I quickly turned away, and replied to Rhomulus's statement.
"I'm just making sure everything's all right with him."
"Lucius, I'm sure he can find his seat on his own. Now, how about concentrating on your work rather than Damion's?" I actually managed to concentrate on something other than the German for a while, but I was kidding myself when I said I'd be able to not think about him all hour. Those dirty thoughts just kept swimming back yet they didn't stay long for the chaotic creature materialised inside of me once again. I could feel the heat of it, and I could feel the sexual passion that created it. That's when I realised what it was. It was an incubus, and it had taken the form of a nightmare. I turned my head toward Dominic. Was he playing with me or was it another of his kind? Next, the nightmare let out a blood-curdling scream, and my bones became numb with cold. I called to Dominic for him to help me, and I watched as the ice blue eyes gazed into mine, and the horrid image crumbled to dust. My lips trembled when I realised I wouldn't be able to survive if the monstrosity attacked. My mind would disintegrate, and I would be dubbed insane. Finally, the bell rang and I viewed Damion striding toward me.
"You're going to have too find someone else to show you where to go. I don't have divination." Damion nodded as he left my side, and I felt a sudden longing to join him at his side, to kiss his lips and admit everything I felt toward him. I resisted the urge as I turned to follow Rhomulus to class.
The class droned on as I longed to exit when my mind wondered back to Damion. I thought about his lips upon mine, a velvet cloth covering mine in a sweet taste of harmony; the class no longer seemed to snail by, however. Instead it seemed to pass with the speed of an enraged or frightened unicorn. It wasn't until class ended that my thoughts were interrupted by the bell, and it wasn't until class ended did I realise the monster of my ongoing nightmare hadn't visited me.
I entered the Common Room to see Damion and Dominic already sitting there. The jolt of seeing the two men that kept rolling through my mind nearly knocked me off my feet. Dominic looked up, his soft hair falling into his azure orbs; he continued to gaze at me for awhile when he finally spoke.
"Lucius, I need to speak with you." I nodded my head, and we headed toward the dorms. I walked in, seeing no one in sight, not sure if I thought that was a good or bad thing. Alone with Dominic in the bedroom. Bedroom, it seemed to be whispered all around me when Dominic's voice broke the sound. "Lucius, what was going on earlier today?"
"What do you mean?"
"In transfiguration, I saw what resided in your head. What were thinking about?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Well, it was something passionate and sexual. I could feel it so there's no use denying that, but Lucius, you need to stop thinking about that person. The demon obviously doesn't enjoy it, and I won't be able to help stop it forever. Lucius, if you don't stop, that thing will attack, and your mind won't survive. Tell me, you'll stop."
"I'll try, but I can't help thinking about . . . that."
"Well, try," he proclaimed as he started to walk away.
"Dominic," I called. "I thought incubi lived through sex and lust. If that's true, how come it doesn't want me to think about this person that way?"
"How can you be sure it was an incubus?"
"I could feel it. Anyway, you should have known what it was, considering you are one."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he answered, and he turned to go again.
"Wait! You never answered my question," I called. Dominic shrugged.
"Maybe he was jealous," and with that, he walked away.
The weeks passed, and I continued to watch Damion when I could, and the incubus continued to interrupt my pleasures. I could feel its wrath growing hotter, and every time I saw it, I thought about what Dominic had said, "Maybe he was jealous," and I wondered if maybe he was right. I wondered also when the fiend would attack, or if it would maybe leave sometime. All these thoughts rotated through my mind as I entered the Slytherin dorms, and there, sitting on his bed, was Damion. He looked heavenly with his rob sprawled across the bed, and I gazed at his bottom half, his ebony pants blending into the cloth of the Hogwarts uniform so that he seemed to be rising from the bed. I watched as the foreign beauty smirked, and my knees began to shake, and my heart started to beat rapidly as my lust for him grew. I watched that smirk as it slowly formed words.
"Sit down. There's plenty of room on my bed, and I know how you long for it."
"What do you mean I long for you?"
"Long for me, interesting way of putting it. Lucius, you've been constantly watching me for nearly two months now. Just come over here, and quit living in denial." I stared at him, and somehow in that moment of silence, I had crept forward until I was at the edge of the bed, and my ice cold hand had started rubbing across his leg. It was in that moment, my mouth turned dry, and I did what Damion had suggested. I crawled in bed with him. I felt the heat of his flesh crawl across my neck, and I watched as he drew in. It was one of those moments when it seems like you have all the time in the world, but it really is only a matter of seconds, and while it was going on, the voices started to argue once more.
I can't be wanting this. I'm not gay
Why won't you listen to Damion? Quit living in denial.
I'm not living in denial. I'm not . . . Then, my thought stopped short as I felt his lips touch mine, and I realised it was fantastic, wondrous, superb. I felt those velvet lips touch mine, and I knew there was no use denying it. I was in love with the boy, truly in love. I knew I would do anything for Damion. Anything. It was during all these thoughts that the incubus returned. Its whip lay ready in its hand while it glared at me through red-tinted eyes. I watched it as it stood waiting, waiting for the time to strike. I felt Damion pull away, his soft searing lips pulling on my lower one as he slowly descended. Finally, his lips were removed from me completely, and that's when the demon struck. The lash of the whip burned into my skin, and a horrible, ear-splitting scream escaped my throat. Damion's eyes grew wide as my scream echoed through the room. I felt the whip lash across my back again, the pain roaring through my body, escaping in another shriek. I watched as the sex demon raised his arm to trash me again as Damion rushed closer to me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, and the crack of the whip sounded in my head. However, I wasn't the only one to let out a painful cry this time. I heard my own mix with the one Damion let loose. He was feeling my pain. Tears streamed from my eyes as he held me closer; I lifted my head to gaze upon him when the hurt came roaring back. My head bowed back from the torture, and those velvet lips came into my view. The incubus's arm raised up again, and I closed my eyes to get ready for the pain when I felt Damion's lips touch mine again, and this time, I kissed him back, long and lingering. I kissed him and watched as the muscled arm of the nightmare was brought down. The whip cracked, but the pain did not strike. Somehow, an invisible barrier kept it from hitting my skin. The creature tried again, but it still couldn't get through the force field. I pulled away from Damion for a breath when I felt the force waver.
"Don't stop kissing me," Damion cried. "It's what is protecting us from the creature."
"How?"
"Does it matter? It's helping, isn't it?" Then, he pressed his lips against mine once more, and the shield flared into place as the whip was brought down. The incubus tried a few more times, but it finally gave up and left my mind. Forever.
6
The Plunge I sat there in his arms for what felt like eternity, my eyes shut tight, and my heart fearing the incubus's return. I felt my body shaking under the terror of what happened when I felt the chill ice of some flesh creep up my back. My muscles tensed, and I jumped out of my lover's arms only to realise the creeping flesh was simply his own hand. I turned toward him, my coo grey eyes gazing into Damion's peaceful, lavender ones. A rush of calmness rushed through me as I watched the steady sway of his body as crawled toward me. My mouth went dry, and I continued to be mesmerised by the shining of wanting in his brilliant, breath-taking, soul-snatching eyes, and I knew I would not have been able to slip away even if I wanted to. He was an enchanting melody while I was the snake hypnotized by his charm. He came closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath across my neck. My eyes rolled toward his lips, watching them fall toward my pale epidermis. I watched as Damion's pink tongue flicked out, the coolness of it slipping onto my neck, creating rivets of saliva, cool and wet, which were left trickling in sticky waves. Gasps escaped my mouth, and my breathing quickened. Next, Damion crawled on top of me, his fingers playing idly with the hem of my shirt, and I felt my penis throb with the longing. Damion smirked as he felt me rise before him, and with his sexy smile, he lifted my top over my head, one of his hands trailing over my hardened nipple while the other slid across my beaten back, and the softness of his flesh made me shudder with excitement for the swirls of his fingertips across my skin was so enchanting, so intriguing, but he suddenly stopped, and a curious look came upon his face. Damion stalked around me as he trailed a line so faintly across my back. I turned my head as far as I could as I asked,
"What is it?"
"There are . . vip marks," he answered. Then, I heard his breathing being controlled so it was slow and steady, and curiosity filled my mind. It wondered what was going on inside Damion Flieder's own head. I felt his fingers continually tracing the scars the monster had created, and I figured out was dancing through his brain. Damion was being aroused from my welts of pain. I turned around quickly, grabbing the foreign wrist, as I stated,
"I don't know if I can do that whole S&M stuff. I . . . ."
"It's okay. Ve don't haff to do any of it; it's simply a kink, not a fetish. I can still haff fun vith you tonight, can't I?" he smirked. Then, I watched as drew closer to my perpetrating body, rotating it around so that it faced him, and I remember my eyes falling shut as I took in the steady beating of his heart. It was so settle and calm , like he had done this so many times before. I could feel my own speeding reaction, a mix of nervousness, eagerness, and excitement I remember feeling the warmth of his flesh brush cross my face as his slender fingers swam through the cascade of my silken hair. I opened my eyes to see a full set of lips inches from my face, the perfection of them being obscured by strands of lengthy, whispy streams of perfumed satin falling into my eyes. Next, the distance between those enticing lips and my own shortened when the rose-coloured flesh contacted its target. The moisture softened them to the richest silk, creating such a magnificent feeling that I felt as if my mouth was swimming in a river of wine served only to the gods that resided above. I felt his tongue slink between my lips, the flattened, flexible muscle secreting a trail of saliva as it plunged into my maw. It crawled around blindly in the darkness, the tip of it probing the sides when it found my own tongue lying in the pitch. It wrapped itself around me sedentary one, and it began to push underneath mine. I slid across the top of him, and I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to his heated body, and my heart accelerated the tiniest fraction as his tongue plunged even farther down my throat as one of his soft hands gently caressed my back.
Damion continued to kiss me when he threw me on my back and came up for a quick breath. I watched as he crawled over me, his onyx hair falling around his face, framing his multi-coloured eyes. He finally stopped, his face hovering above mine, and his arms were anchored on each side of my head, the muscle in them pulled tight so that he floated above me. Slowly, his arms bent as the heavenly body drifted toward me. First, his thighs fell on top of mine, the weight of them making me eager for more. Next, came his hips, and the feel of him hard and ready simply made me want to speed it along, to reach climax and to come for the man I loved. Then, Damion simply let himself fall, and I heard the dull THWACK! of his chest gravitating on to mine. Damion turned my head so that it lay profile to him. I felt the cool dampness of his tongue as it drew fantasying designs across my jugular as it gradually turned to a sucking creature, bringing my blood rushing to my neck. The sucking turned into a series of kissed, which crawled over my flesh and across my Adam's apple, when I felt his pelvic region pressing into mine. Harder and harder until it started to bring about pain. I let out a small whimper, and Damion started to ease outward. It wasn't long until I felt the callous treasure begin to sink toward me again. Damion's mouth closed on my neck once more as his hips one again were swept away, but no sooner had they left had they came back again. Up and down, up and down, until the rolling of his pelvis was as constant as an oncoming wave in the emerald sea. Over and over until I knew I would not be able to stand it much longer. I stopped him with my hand, grabbing the top of his pants as I smiled, my index playing with the button that kept them shut.
"Quit tormenting me, and get on with it," I said as I popped the button out of its hole and rolled the beautiful body onto its back. Flieder smirked as he observed me lowering my mouth to his crotch and take the silver pull into my mouth. The metal was cold to the touch, but was warmed quickly as I brought it down. My fingers traced along his abdomen, the coo flesh barely inside the ebony darkness of his clothing, when I started to tug. I wanted them off; I wanted to see the wonderful essence of him, full and willing, and I knew, oh I knew, that he would not stop me. My heart sped up as I jerked down on the article, and I heard a low chuckle escape from Damion's throat. It was mocking and slightly sardonic, and it teased me for being so impatient. It flowed down my spine in a tingling wave of ecstasy, and I began to pull on his smoky drawers, and still that chuckle sounded through the room. I glanced at its source quizzically to see a smirk plastered on his face, and as I stared at that sexy sneer, I half regretted moving so fast, but all of that quickly dissolved as I felt him thrust up into me. I felt my pants loosen around the waist as the German unsnapped them and hurriedly brought the zipper down. They slid off of me so that I was only left in my underwear. Damion slithered his hands over the obsidian silk, and chills climbed up my spine as my pallid hand fell on top of one of his own. His other still moved in circles, taking in the softness of my boy shorts. I led his hand I had hold of toward my centre so that he could feel how willing I was. I made him rub his hand across my cock, stroke it when he began to pull it away. I didn't argue, but let it descend away slowly, and once more it was at my waist, playing with the silken hem that clung to my hips. I brought my own hands up to pull on the piece of clothing that kept him from being nude. Damion shook his head as he proclaimed,
"I vish to see you first." I nodded my head and let him carry on with his job. It wasn't long until I lay naked underneath him, my penis moving with a life of its own as it throbbed with the beating of my blood rushing through the scarlet arteries that resided under the flesh of my manhood. Cold, pallid fingers brushed up my elongated dick as sharp fingernails cascaded back down, creating a small pain and a quick gasp from my mouth. I looked at Damion Flieder, his purplish eyes filled with a lust and a desire, thought they weren't the only thing filled with passionate longing. My own eyes had trailed downward and gazed upon the bulge between his legs. I pointed to the spot as one word stumbled out of my mouth.
"Off." I wanted to see what was under the fabric. I wanted to see if that bulge was really as big as it seemed or if it was simply an illusion. Oh, God, I hope not. The German sat up as he started to shove the grey-coloured boxers off his body. Finally, they laid at his feet, and I was left staring at the beauty of him. The thickness of it wavered in front of my eyes, which were watching the snake-like appendage with interest. Damion gave a small smirk as he crawled over me, stopping so that the juiciness of him hung dreamily over my lips. I raised myself upward and reached for the magnificent sculpture, but it laid just out of reach. I stretched my tongue forward, the tip of it barely touching the treasure, and I tested the faint sweetness of it. I longed for more as I strained to touch more of the sacred flesh, but it still was out of reach, and I could not lift my body any higher. Damion, however, was not cruel enough to simply tease me. No, he would make sure I received what I wished for, and he did. I lunged for the penis above me so he lowered himself in my mouth. Let's just say he fit the cavity quite nicely. He was smooth so that he slid easily through my maw. I let my tongue flick out so that it danced across the tip of his erection. He let himself gravitate even farther into my mouth as I opened it to let all of him in. The fullness of him climbed down my throat, and I felt my gag reflex start to upchuck it. I forced my mind to let it pass, but it didn't wish to listen, and my throat began to contract and push the foreign object out. I pulled back slightly, still sucking the salted sweat off of him as my head started to swim from his sweet taste. I didn't want to ever let it go; I wanted to keep it forever in my maw. I wanted to keep the never-reducing candy with me and never share. I was one of those greedy boys that always had to sit in the corner, because they would not contribute, but I didn't care for I was in a heavenly bliss.
My head fell back slightly as the hardened item flopped back toward Damion's body. Air rushed into my lungs while I gazed over the erotic snake dancing in front of me. They watched every throb, every twitch, every bloody move. I lowered my head back toward the dick, my golden hair draping over the thing in front of me. I moved the strands out of the way as my lips, once more, surrounded the throbbing utensil underneath me. My tongue wrapped itself around the rod, picking up all the succulent juices it could reach when it tasted something new. It was sweet, sure, and compared to all the other residues, it was a god. No, it was the god, the big one that was set upon a golden throne while everyone was in thrall to him, and that was simply a dash of the entrée. My tongue continued to scavenge around, looking for another speck of the delicacy. Hell, I drove myself mad though I shouldn't have bothered for the sweetness had come soon after, and I sucked his dick even harder so as to get every drop of his ejection. It didn't last as long as I would have liked, but if I had had it my way, it would have gone on for hours so that I wouldn't have been able to hold anymore of the seamen. My throat pulsated as it took up every particle of the liquid, and soon, my tongue flicked out as it lapped anything my suction left behind.
I ended up laying in his bed for hours as the night grew old, and I spent the happiest day of my life with my German love.
The Beast Returns 7
8
I remember talking to Rhomulus nearly every night since the time I found out about his past. I remember digging deeper, unravelling more details of his complicated life. A change had come over him because of it. It seemed he had actually found a friend that he could poor his heart out to yet he also hated me for I had threatened the information out of him, and he had never forgiven me for that. Rhomulus was being torn between his two sides; you could see it in his eyes, his chocolate brown eyes.
Another night had passed as Rhomulus stood up to walk back to the boys' dormitories, leaving me in the flickering light of the dying fire. The flames danced in my silver eyes when I felt a hand fall on my shoulder.
"What do you want, Rhomulus?"
"Sorry, but try again," a voice cried. "I'll give you a hint. I don't get as ticked as Rhomulus, I don't have a wolf in my 'blood line', and I'm sexier than he could ever become."
"Hello, Dominic," I said, turning around to face the temptation. "What do you want, besides fulfilling your lust?"
"Well, there was that until I heard your conversation with Rhomulus. Interesting way of using that kiss I gave you." I felt my eyes widen at his reply as I vocalised,
"How much do you know?"
"Enough to threaten you with. Of course, I could do that without this information." Dominic stalked around the couch, his pale eyes never leaving my own, as he sat down on the couch, next to me, too close, too bloody intimate, but, of course, that was always the way Desir worked. He ran a hand along my leg, slow and caressing, and I licked my lips, trying to lock the moisture in them, but the liquid was evaporating too quickly. My eyes watched as Dominic Desir's hand crept up my thigh, creeping closer to my quivering member. I was immobile under his touch as the tips of his icy fingers dipped into my waist band.Lucius, what are you doing? I told myself. You are with Damion! You love Damion! and somehow, I had managed to move away from my beguiler.
"Lucius, what's wrong?" asked Dominic, his hand sweeping through my hair.
"You know very well what it is. Dom, how many times do I need to tell you I'm with Damion?" Then, I saw it: the hatred and the jealousy that swam in the incubus's eyes, but I didn't get to see it long for a few seconds later, my eyes were screwed shut, and a scream was let loose. I could see it again. That horrible demon that had haunted me for weeks was back. It hadn't even attacked yet and already I was screaming from the memory of what it had done. Tears fell from my eyes as I heard myself whisper,
"Dominic, please, help me." I opened my smoky orbs to see what he would do, and I let out another scream, or at least tried to, but the horror kept it locked within. I watched as Dominic completed his metamorphosis. His muscles broadened even more, ripping the emerald shirt. His hair lengthened past his shoulders, and massive bat wings had sprung from his back. His teeth elongated as sharpened to the uncanniest point, and the last thing to go was his ice blue eyes. I watched as the beautiful orbs changed into a charcoal black. I stared at the demon, my throat parched from fear, realising he was the one in my head; he was the one that had attacked my mind. I stared and stared some more, barely able to believe it, when I finally managed a word.
"Why?"
"I was jealous. No one has ever made me jealous before. I'm sorry I attacked you that day. You should be thankful I had enough control over it not to make you go insane. It's just . . . I've never done well when people say no to me, but they had always come to me in the end, except you. Damion was always in the way, because you loved him, you truly loved him. The one thing that makes my powers lessen, and you had received it before I could take you!"
"You knew we had sex before you had walked in on us."
"Correct, and that made your love for him grow even more, dammit!"
"Dominic," I stated. "Why don't you just give up?" Then, he grinned, his dagger-like teeth back to normal, and I noticed the rest of him following suit.
"I'm not giving up until I've given all I got."
"I'm not letting you fuck me."
"I'm not asking you to let me. All I want is to give you another kiss, but I am allowed to put all of my power into it." I stared into his now azure eyes as I replied,
"You know I don't stand a chance, Dominic. Not against your full powers."
"You've managed to do it when I had them to near maximum, and that was before you were with Damion."
"And what do I get if I manage to pass you game?" I asked.
"I'll stop trying to get you in my bed, of course. Unless you change your mind." Next, he started to run a hand through my hair, soft and soothing, and I felt the power start to build, and I watched as the sex demon moved closer to me, stopping inches from my mouth, hovering above it. "The next move is up to you, my flame," and I remember I nodded my head.
The power crashed into me as I felt the frozen heat of his lips upon mine, compressing their velvet across my cracked ones. How did he keep his lips so soft all the time? I could feel myself harden under my jeans, and I felt Dominic's hand crawl up my back. All thoughts of Damion vanished as my soul became surrounded by the incubus's aurora. Waves of power walloped into me, pulling me under, drowning me in its essence. Dominic released his sultry kiss, his eyes sparkling with a desire and a malice. I felt myself smile as I began to crawl toward his luscious body. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him toward me as I slid my lips over his. That's when Damion walked into the Common Room, his lavender eyes in disbelief, as he cried,
"Lucius, was die Hölle?" I quickly flung off Desir, guilt flooding through my body, but the desire was still floating in the air. Could Damion feel it? I rose to my feet, a pain in my eyes that echoed Flieder's, as I tried to stutter an explanation.
"Damion, I – I – he used his powers. He kissed me on full throttle. I—"
"Almost fucked him," Flieder interrupted. "Lucius, how could you do this to me? I thought you loved me."
"I do. I--"
"Don't speak," continued he. "Know this, Lucius, I would have never hurt you, and I still won't, but this wound you gave me is deep, so it may take a while to heal, but remember this always: I will never hurt you!" and then, he walked away, leaving his word echoing in my mind.9
Meanwhile in Germany10
Damion Flieder stood in Fürth, Germany, looking out the window as he viewed the rolling landscape. His bi-coloured eyes were slightly squinted as they tried to block out the auspicious sun. The German sighed as he stared Northwest, remembering countries beyond. He truly had loved Lucius Malfoy, and he knew if it wasn't for Dominic Desir, they would probably be together, happy in each other's arms. Damion let out another sigh as he stared off into the distance, not seeing the landscape in front of him, but of one across the sea, in a different land and a different time.
I sat on the steps of the castle, my eyes looking over the misty grounds; the fog was heavily dense over the lake, and the giant squid draped its tentacles lazily through the water. A waning gibbous hung in the velvet sky, casting an eerily romantic reflection in the black waters, highlighting the horrors hidden in the lake's depths. Tears streamed down my face, a few trickling into my mouth, the taste of salt water flowing over my tongue. I couldn't believe what Lucius had done. He had said he had loved me and proved it by snogging Dominic. I wanted to be comforted, but the one I had always turned to was the one who had created this horrible feeling inside of me. I hugged my knees close to me, glad for the cover of darkness, glad that I had not lost it in front of Lucius, and glad that the year was almost over. I continued to sob in the night, choking on my tears, as dark thoughts swam through my head: thoughts of revenge, torture, and that made me cry even harder. I cried and cried until the sun rose, and schedule continued until only a couple of weeks were left in the school year.
Lucius had always tries to talk to me after the incident, trying to make up for what he had done, trying to make it better, but nothing could have decreased my pain. Well, one thing did, but some time would pass before it would hap, but my English geliebter had tried everything to get my love back. He had even begged on his knees, naked none the less, but nothing he had done made me feel better, Dominic was the one who had figured that out. . . .
My sunrise schedule had finally subsided, my crying ceased, but still my heart was not whole again. I sat sitting on the castle steps when Dominic came and sat beside me.
"Damion," he started. "You doing any better?"
"I don't think you should be the one asking that!" I answered.
"Damion, I'm sorry," he said, moving closer to me, but without actually touching me. He was so careful about not touching me that I actually wanted him to. Part of me wanted him to touch me to give me an excuse to hurt him while another piece of me simply wanted him to touch me, to feel his flesh, soft and warm, against my own. My eyes slid to his hand, inches from my thigh, and I felt my body move to brush against it, but Dominic had moved away so that I touched him not. He looked at me, and I could see some sort of sympathy in his eyes, and for some reason I had forgiven him for what he had done to Lucius and me.
"Great," he said, smiling. Then, he did touch me, but more than I had hoped for. He had leaned in, pressing his lips against mine in a quick kiss. Afterwards, he got to his feet, heading back to the castle. I sat there for a while, confusion mixing in my mind, when I finally rose to my own feet and started after him, anger in my eyes. I ran through the corridors, heading toward the Slytherin Common Room, when I felt a hand grab my own and pull me into a room. It turned me around, and I was attacked with another kiss, this one not as chaste. After the incubus had let me go, I opened my mouth to yell at him, but for some reason, I could not. I could not argue with the picture perfect image in front of me. Dominic wrapped his arms around me as he spoke.
"I figured you'd come running to me." I tried once again to argue that I didn't come running for him to take me in his arms, but once again I was lost for words. Desir kissed me again, his hand drifting through my hair, bringing me closer to him. I felt his lips against mine, warm and soothing, as his tongue began to slip into my maw. It groped in the darkness, wrapping around my own, doing wonderful things I had never imagined a tongue could do. My hands ran up the back of his shirt, feeling the heat of his soft skin. Dominic pressed me against a wall, his worm-like muscle trying to probe deeper into my throat, as I felt myself begin to grow hard. He released his lascivious hold on me, scooting back enough for me to see the wry grin on his face.
His hands ran up my shirt, his fingers icy cold, as one of them trailed over my nipple, causing it to harden. I let out a short breath of air as I felt his lips caressing my jugular vein, kissing it, along with a few quick flicks of the tongue. His hands trailed downward, his nails digging into my flesh, leaving a trail of stinging red marks. Dominic stopped kissing a few moments, staring at me, before ripping my shirt off. He quickly followed suit, and I could see all his muscle rippling through his perfectly tanned body, like the raging yet calming sea, but I had never seen the sea the colour of toast, dark around the edges yet having only the faintest bronze colour in the middle. A line of chestnut hair started low on his stomach, growing wider the farther down it went until it disappeared into his jeans. I wanted to see how wide that happy trail got. I started to run my fingers through the hair but had barely touched it when Dominic yanked me from the wall, pulling me toward a . . . bed. I had been so enchanted by the incubus that I hadn't even known it was there. He pushed me onto it, climbing on top of me while kissing me roughly, bruising my pallid lips. His muscled arms held me down as his groin pressed into mine. He pressed harder and harder until he could come no closer when he finally released me.
Dominic crept off the bed, sliding to the floor to get something from underneath the furniture. He came out, scraping a heavy wooden chest across the floor. I watched as Desir opened the trunk, revealing its contents. It held bondage gear: whips, handcuffs, rope, cords, gags, daggers, etc. Dom let loose another wry grin as he retrieved a silver dagger with a set of matching handcuffs. He crept toward me, his tongue playing along his lip seductively. He unsheathed the blade, running the flat of it along one of my nipples. The metal was cold against my skin as I felt my muscles tighten from the frozen metal glazing across my chest. Then, I felt it – a quick, sharp pain across the carnation bud. Blood seeped from the wound, trickling down my pectoral in thin rivets. It gravitated toward my bellybutton, and I watched as Dominic's tongue flicked out to lick the blood away. He cleaned up the trail while his fingers traced over the wound. His other hand sneaked down my own happy trail, his skeletal fingers dipping into my pants. His thumb popped out my button, and after they were loosened, he unzipped me, pulling on them, not caring if the fabric ripped. He had managed to get them off, even if they weren't in one piece. Fingernails scraped across my front, his sharp nails digging into my flesh, I let out a gasp of pain and pleasure, as my blood continued to pound out of my wound. Dom's fingernails continued to trace downward, one set flying over my erection. I could feel the stinging pain and a few droplets fell from my tear ducts. Dom finally released his hand from me, taking it toward his waistband, unsnapping and unzipping, as he pulled down on the jeans.
I watched as they dropped to the floor, revealing his black undergarments, and I could have sworn my jaw dropped as my lavender eyes gazed over the wet dream. He kneeled there above me in an onyx man thong. Silk, real silk. Nothing felt better against naked flesh than real silk, except maybe more naked flesh. My eyes danced over the bulge in the fabric; I licked my lips, eager for a taste. Dominic Desir grinned as he traced the beauty of him, making me want him more. He leaned down toward me, running a hand through my hair as he grasped it and yanked, causing my head to bow to the side, and the demon struck. His gleaming white teeth bit into my jugular, causing more blood to leak out of me. He backed up slightly, his tongue probing the wound, making it wider and deeper. Whimpers escaped my throat as the pain intensified. Finally, I felt the probe leave the bloody hole, and I felt Dominic's heat graze away from my body. I looked up to see Dominic standing, his thumbs hidden in the top of his thong, about to pull it down.
"Turn over," he growled. "It's about to get nasty." I started to roll over on my stomach, but before I had turned the whole way, I watched the thong fall to the floor; I saw him full and erect. I finished my roll, laying on my pallid stomach, my head to the side, comfortable as one could be. I felt his hand crawl across my nude flesh, intimate and lascivious. A few seconds later, I could feel the weight of the incubus on top of me. He reached over my head, bringing my arms above it, stretching them toward the headboard. I could feel the cool metal caress my wrist as Dom tightened the cuff to it. The chain of them slipped behind one of the pillars in the headboard, the other end attached to the cuff that clasped my other wrist. After we heard the final click, he descended down my back, his nails clawing up the flesh. I could feel the blood oozing from the marks. I could feel him scratching my epidermis still, could feel his sharp nails crawl over my buttocks. Next, he came back upward, but used his tongue this time, cleaning the mess he had created with long sultry movements. I could sense the bumps of the muscle pulsating against my back, pressing into my wounds. After a few more licks, Dom's tongue slipped back into his mouth, and his hands dropped lower, spreading my cheeks apart.
Then, I felt him slide into me, and I let out a scream as the thickness of him clung to the sides. My hands convulsed in the sheets, and my back bowed while he pulled back out. I tried to relax as he began to enter me again, but the pain and the pleasurable lust were too much. He thrust inside of me again and back out. In and out as he gained speed, accelerated to match the beat of my pounding heart. I could hear groans escape his mouth, and my ears also heard the sound of moans in the air. They were mine. Dominic entered me once more, but this time he did not exit right away. He stayed inside of me, and I could feel him growing and morphing to fill the cavity it resided in. He no longer thrusted; he simply moulded his penis to fit perfectly inside of me. I don't know how he did it, but it was pleasure beyond belief. He hit every intimate spot at every moment all at once. All of this was too much as I spasmed against the bed. I could feel him pounding inside of me, creating a drum inside the canal. Another moan escaped my throat as I cried his name.
"Dominic! God, Dominic! Dom-in-ic!" Every syllable came out between gasps, and I struggled underneath the boy, but the handcuffs kept me still. After a few more tugs, I felt him start to slide out again. His penis was back to normal size as he started to thrust into my arse. Over and over until the groans began to escape his throat again. Over and over when I felt him eject inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure as I lifted my head off the bed only to see a body standing in the now-open doorway. It was the body of Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius took his hand away from the swollen flesh of his son. His sterling eyes were glazed over, not even seeing the mutilated body underneath him, as he whispered,
"You said you'd never hurt me."
Ende
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Wow, this story is amazing.
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Hey, this is well written, it doesn't really fit the contest though. The Draco-Blaise thing, just isn't what I'm looking for this time roung. I read the whole thing anyway and it is a good story, it is just that it doesn't fir the contest and I cant Ok it or it wouldn't be fair. Thanks for entering either way. A great story, love Becca
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I'm a sucker for Harry Potter fan fics, especially ones involving a gay Draco, I'd have to say this one was pretty good. A few errors here and there, like how Remus Lupin's name changes from Rhomus, to Remus, to Rhomulus, but thats ok. Good Job.
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well done
I think you did a very good job with this story, though I did have a few problems with it. Some were grammatical ones which can be cleared up through a good proofreading.
"My head fell back slightly as the hardened item flopped back toward Damion's body. [...] I lowered my head back toward the dick, my golden hair draping over the thing in front of me. I moved the strands out of the way as my lips, once more, surrounded the throbbing utensil underneath me."
Just a few lines before you said:
"Damion gave a small smirk as he crawled over me, stopping so that the juiciness of him hung dreamily over my lips. I raised myself upward and reached for the magnificent sculpture, but it laid just out of reach."
It is not implied that either character moves his position, so when does Damion go from being on top to being underneath?
My only other suggestion is that while you are very descriptive [and I think very good at it] sometimes the wording seems off or wrong for the situation. I don't have a specific example, and I know I can't explain it very well. It might possibly be an *over* use of description, so that the reader gets too lost in it and loses track of the actual pace of the story. But aside from that I think your writing is very clever and intriguing, and much better to read than some stories I've read here [stories which recieved, I thought, undue praise].
Good luck with your writing and thank you for posting! -
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Seems like Harry Potter Porn if you ask me -
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Potter porn is the best ^^
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