~*Deviant*~

Deviant
By: Snake Talker Baby


Deviant: Meaning- abnormal, different, strange, unexpected, unusual, nonstandard.

Disclaimer: as with everything on this site, the characters do not belong to me. I am merrily using then and putting them into situations that I find intriguing. Hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Rape, drug use-explisit, slash, angst, and violence.

Chapter One: Prolog


Harry was sixteen years old when he got involved with them. He had no choice what with living with the Dorsey’s. Dudley was in control, he always was.

It had started when he was younger, gaining his little group of bullies. But as he got older things grew bigger, more dangerous and darker.

It was like it happened yesterday…

Harry was locked down on a bed in a strange house. No one was home except the gang, no one to help him. They had decided to call themselves ‘DevilsKill’ and Dudley insisted that since Harry was expendable that they use him in their little business.

He could hear Piers and Dudley talking with the other members about where to put his tattoo, but to him it was a brand.

‘Put it on his shoulder.’ Piers replied.

‘Nah put it on his whole back that way no one can miss It.’ another guy replied.

‘We’ll put it on his back, sounds better.’ Dudley replied.

After a few minutes of searching someone was on the bed and leaning over him. They placed a thick sock n his mouth and began his branding.

His back occupied a skull that appeared as if it had evil things on its mind. The horns in its head clearly showed that those things in its head would be anything but nice. Under the skull was large print of ‘DevilsKill’ in thick old English block letters.

As soon as he felt the person lean on his back he began to struggle, who wouldn’t? But soon Piers and Dudley held down his legs and arms effectively holding him still to his fate.

Two Years Later…

Harry had defeated the Dark Lord like he had promised Dumbledore he would. Snape had gotten what he deserved for his murder with A Dementors kiss.

But Draco on the other hand was different. He was spending a year in Azkaban and then would be deported and would never be allowed On English Wizarding soil again, ever.

Hermione had died in an effort to save her boyfriend Ron and Ron in an attempt to save her. A guy by the name of Alex had run into him one day on the street and they became quick friends.

They had gone to the funerals together, and when Remus and Tonks as well as Bill and Fluer got married. They were more than just friends; they were best friends with benefits. The occasional night together for comfort was never turned down.

Now Harry and Alex had gone their separate ways. Alex had gone to Auror training and had offered for him to go as well. But after their shopping trip for a bran new wardrobe, Harry had told him he couldn’t ever be an Auror.

He was tempted to tell the truth, that Dudley would kill him, but he didn’t. Instead saying that he had to do other things first and they would keep in touch by owl.

Harry was now on his way to a meeting with the rest of the DevilsKill. Dudley had paid for his apartment, rent and food along with things other than hi cloths. Surprisingly, Dudley was smart, he used this as well as the threat on his life to keep him in line…and boy was he in line.

They had been discussing who would go do the trade with a well known Drug dealer… Caleb. (AN: can’t remember where I got it from, some show???)

He was known for his extremely violent behavior towards those that were late for the meet and those who did something to just piss him off.

‘Potter, you will meat with him…have fun.’ Dudley got up and turned to his mates. ‘Do what you will.’ He said and left. He was the chief and what he said, was law.

The other guys looked at him with glee. Harry didn’t budge; he was used to this, ever since he was seventeen he was used to this.

Piers pulled off his pants and threw the aside. While another man came forward and pulled his black t-shirt off of his upper torso.

A large guy that went by Axe pushed him to the ground on his back. He pulled out a syringe and put the substance into his arm and watched as Harry’s eyes glazed over and he went a bit limp.

Harry put his hand to his mouth and bit on it to stop from screaming as he was entered by a large thick meaty dick.

He closed his eyes tight blocking the pain and forcing him self not to struggle, it always got worse when he did.

‘So tight’…fuck…you’re a good lit’l slut aren’t you?’ the guy moaned.

Harry grunted in pain as each person took their turns using him for satisfaction. When every one left he curled on his side till he could even his breathing. He got up and dressed slowly folding his arms around him to hide the bruises on his arms.

A few days later he stood out side a dark brick building in an ally way. A tall big and muscular man came up to him with a smirk.

‘They say the decided to come out and play today. But you did something to it. What did you do?’ he had asked.

‘It wasn’t ripe enough to come out, so I locked it in.’ Harry or now dubbed ‘Deviant’ or just ‘Dev’ for short had answered.

After the trade he had run back to head quarters and gave Dudley the birth day box of 100 kg’s of coke.

When he had gotten home he had striped and had a hot…hot shower. He felt like filth, like he was dirty and couldn’t get clean.

‘I could handle it if they would leave me alone and not drug me. Why do they have to drug me?’ he moaned as he banged his fist against the wall.

He hated what they did to him. He was constantly fighting the addiction to the drug that he now faced from the many times they used it. He had resorted to keeping some in his medicine cupboard just in case.

He stepped out and stood there, he clenched his eyes closed and opened the door of the mirror. He opened his eyes and took out the syringe and filled it with the liquid he was always given and placed on the sink.

He tapped his arms and finding a vain he picked up the syringe and injected the liquid into his body to stop the sweat from rolling down his head and the shakes to subside, for a few days.

~*EOPEOPEOPEOPEOPEOPEOPEOPEOP*~
Chapter One: Alex


A man, 6’ with spiky black hair and silver tips with brow eyes stood outside a small shop just beyond a dark alley. His team of aurors and him had discovered a drug trade going on.

They had been searching for some one called ‘the chief’. He was the head of the gang and that was who they wanted, and bad.

He looked over and saw a man, 5’8’ and short dark hair. Noticing the earrings in his ears, two on his lob and two in the cartilage he squinted to get more info.

Making up his mind he strolled over, his lone piercing in his right ear dangling as we walked. He wore a pair of black trousers and a black t-shirt himself.

Noticing the black cargos and navy blue long sleeve shirt the guy wore, reminded him of his best friend Harry.

Soon a guy about 5’10’ comes up out of some where. He smirks over at the guy and stands beside him crossing his arms across his broad chest.


Harry was standing out side in a dark alley, with his companion waiting for the newest drug buyer. She was to meat them there soon, and he couldn’t wait to get it over with.

He looked up at Axe, his companion and shivered. He was big, had muscles that could easily beat him bad. And he knew this from experience; he had done so many times after meetings.

After a half an hour a woman wearing leather pants and a black tan top walked up to them. She smirked and flicked her hip length black braided hair back.

She looked at them and pulled out a box rapped in birthday paper. The red bow tied neatly on the top.

‘It’s your birthday right? 50?’ she asked nicely.

‘Yeah, 50 K is how I feel. You get me a gift?’ Axe asked stepping forward with Harry.

‘Sure Hun, make sure you share with your little bro.’ she replied stepping up and handing Axe the box.

‘Hey, decided to give you something back for the gift last year. Chief loved it.’ He rasped, handing her a small box and stepped back a bit.

She smiled and nodded to them before walking away from the site. They could hear her echoing high heals of her boots start to fade.

Alex had crept over and stood by the garbage bin to hear more. After casting a notice me not he peaked over to hear more.

Axe pushed Harry roughly up against the wall. His grip on Harry’s arms was strong and bruising. He leaned against him and kissed his neck.

Harry stiffened as Axe pressed him harder to the wall. He closed his eyes and stiffened as he felt the brute kiss his neck.

‘Axe, you just had me last night during a meeting. I’m not healed yet, I can’t heal in one day. Please.’ He gasped.

‘Fine, guess I’ll have to find another whore to take out my anger on. See ya next meeting Dev!’ He growled and back handed Harry across his face.

Harry sides down the wall as he sees Axe leave. He sighs and goes to stand up but some one is over him.

‘Harry? I knew that voice, I knew it was you. But what on earth are you doing selling Drugs?’ asked a desperate Alex.

‘Nothing Alex, nothing.’ He replied and grabbed the hand held out to him.

‘Nothing my ass, what the hell is going on answer me dam it.’ He demanded.

‘NOTHING. Nothing at all just drop it.’ He pleaded.

‘I’m sorry Harry. I’m an auror now; I’ll have to take you to my boss. Come on.’ He said and grabbed Harry’s arm before appirating away.

Harry found himself in a building much like a police station. Alex dragged him over to a room off to the side and closed the door and locked it.

‘James, I found some one who is in that gang. But he won’t talk sir.’ He replied.

‘Well, who is he?’ asked James Johnson as they walked to the interrogation room.

‘Harry Potter sir.’ He replied as James opened the door.

‘Well, well Mr. Potter, how did you get involved in such things as Drug dealing?’ he asked as he took a seat on the other side of the table.

Harry sat on his chair, folding his arms to hid the bruises and shock his head.

‘Come now, Harry. We don’t want to arrest you and send you to Azkaban. Please.’ Alex implored.

After an hour of arguing Harry relented.

‘FINE! Dudley, he’s the chief. I’ve been forced to do what he wants since I was 16 years old. Back then I had no choice because it would be either him or my uncle beating the crap out of me if I did some thing wrong. All Dudley had to do was lye and say I beat a kid up at the park or some rot.’ He took a deep breath and lowered his head to his hands on the table.

‘As I got older he threatened to kill me. He and his friends held me against a wall as he held the barrel of a gun to my head. I had no choice. They branded me with a tattoo of the logo. We’re called the ‘DevilsKill’.’

‘Show me the tattoo.’ James asked while stepping up.

Harry did as asked and pulled up his shirt. The tattoo of the skull and horns with the gang name stood out like it was new.

James sat back down as Harry put his shirt on his lap. After being motioned to continue he gathered his guts and started again.

‘After a while when I got out of school, Dudley bought my apartment and pays my rent, food and other stuff. He uses that as well to keep me under control.’

‘What did that big guy with you mean about using some one? How did he use you?’ asked Alex quietly.

‘We usually have meeting to decide who is best for a certain drop. It’s usually me cause I’m expendable, that’s why Dudley wanted me. He doesn’t care if I die in the process of a trade. When he leaves he lets the other use me how ever they like.’ Harry inhaled deeply before continuing.

‘They beat me and… rape me to keep me in line. We had just had a meeting last night so I de-railed him from having another go.’ He said shakily.

‘We want you to help us bring him and that gang down. I want you apart of the team.’ James replied.

He got up and paced the room. Turning to look at the other young men he sighed.

‘You will be trained during the day for a while before you do anything more involved. Alex will show you the rest of the team and then take you home. Understood? Good.’

Harry nodded even though he knew this was not a choice. He looked up at his old friend slash lover. They had been best of friends, with benefits.

Alex stood up and grabbed Harry’s arms. They walked out of the room and down the hall. After turning corners they came to a room that they could hear nosy taking coming from.

After Alex opened the door he smiled and greeted them all.

‘Hey, this is Harry. He’s going to be apart of the team. He’s our undercover Auror in the DevilsKill gang. Harry this is the team.’ He replied.

‘Hey, Harry, but people call me Deviant or Dev for short.’ He replied.

‘Names Francis, but call me Frankey. Nick name’s Cooler. These prats decided to call me after the drink I always drank after training.’ Said a woman about 5’6’ with blond hair and blue eyes replied.

She turned to a big guy beside her. And then Harry noticed the pierced lob and cartilage n her ears. She was wearing black jeans with a pink tank top and jean jacket. Her shirt was just short enough to see a belly button ring.

‘Cool ring in the bellybutton. Got a green studded one. Can you change the colors on yours too?’ he asked.

‘Yup, on pink now but I usually change it to match the outfit.’ She replied.

‘Names Desmend, but I go by Couth (K-00-th). You’ll be doin’ you’re trainen’ at my house. I got a better trainin’ gym then this place.’

Couth was large, like the kind of guy you would see as a gym trained. His muscles flexed ass he moved. His dark army green cargos almost clung to his legs and hips. The army t-shirt sat on his body like a second skin, on his ‘2’ frame.

Couth smiled and his black eyes brightened under his brown should blade length hair.

‘Name’s Damon. The little shit over there graced me wit Razorblade.’ At 5’12’ he looked down at Harry slightly and smiled. ‘Decided it would be funny they did.’ He replied and sat down on a leather sofa.

When he blinked his white eyes with silver blue lining something changed. His eye turned Hazel and Harry realized he wore color contacts.

‘Damn lenses, always move. Gonna need new ones soon.’ He replied.

‘You should have gotten new one sooner instead of keeping us updated with you bitchen. Fudge wedge, need me to go with you and hold your hand?’ Cooler snapped with a grin.

Couth just laughed and patted Harry’s back. Razorblade had a pair of black baggy trousers on and a white long sleeve under a black ‘Green Day’ T-shirt.

‘Shut up Cooler.’ He hissed with a smile.

‘They always like this?’ asked Harry, he had noticed the black eye liner under Razorblades eyes but didn’t comment. ‘Must be into punk’ he thought.

‘Yup, always. But they know when to cut it out. On the job it’s strictly professional. They’re great though, really.’ Alex replied with a laugh.

Cooler was beside Razorblade and play fighting. For a girl, Frankey wasn’t doing to bad. She was, after all…on top.

‘So I best get you home. Training starts tomorrow. When you get any news you tell me okay? Or any of the others, Kay?’

Harry nodded and after good buys to and from the team Harry took Alex into a hug and them appirated to his apartment.

It was small but enough room for one person. At the door to their left was the living room that was separated by a half wall from the kitchen and dinning room in one.

Harry led Alex to his bedroom down the hall to their left. He halted at the door and turned around.

‘I’m sorry I never told you about Dudley or my uncle. I never told any one, I always believed I could handle it. I was told not to tell, and with that gun against my head, my whole life came before my eyes. I did what as expected with regret but I did it. I promised Hermione and Ron before the war I would stay alive, and I am. But if you want to spend the night, you can. Unless you see me as ‘used’.’ He replied and turned around.

Alex sighed and went into the bedroom with his friend.

‘You’re not used. I still like you… a lot, let’s get dressed and get some sleep we have to get up early.’

After getting undressed to their boxers they hoped into bed. Harry had his head on Alex’s shoulder with his right arm over his chest and interlinking with his left hand.

‘Never think that you are used or dirty or anything of the like. You are my Harry, and will never stop being so.’

‘Thanks Alex. Good night.’

‘Night Harry.’ Alex replied and kissed Harry’s forehead and fell asleep.