Family Bonds

Chapter 15.

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This chapter contains a very naughty scene, so no reading if you can not stomach it. Otherwise I did warn you.



A scream ripped through his throat. His eyes screwed shut tears slipping down his cheeks, his teeth gripped tightly to his bottom lip blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. His body hurt pain searing through his back as another slash from a whip hit him. His arms were above his head chained to the grimy ceiling, blood ran down from his chained wrists. Sweat mixed with the blood from his cuts on his back his hair nearly soaked with the sweat as well. Another lash and another scream tore through him his head shooting up.

He’s whimpering now, hands run over his jean covered hips. Hands that made him shake in hatred. Nails gripping him pulling back his hips against another’s. A mouth moaning out pleasure too close to his ear.

“You scream so wonderfully Araca.”

A hard bite on his neck and Araca gasped in pain eyes clenched shut tightly. His throat was starting to hurt from so much screaming. He tried pushing him away, but he only received a harsh chuckle from the other.

He released his teeth from the now bleeding neck. A small cold glass vile pressed against his shoulder collecting what blood it could filling it halfway with the dark red liquid.

“Your going to die for this Malfoy. You don’t know what your dealing with.”

His voice was rough to his own ears and it only made the other chuckle in glee. A soft sickening kiss was placed on his shoulder as he felt the other step away from him.

“Oh I think we do. And if we are correct in this little theory,” he started smiling wickedly. “You and your family will belong to Voldemort and the Death Eaters.”

Araca slumped to the ground his knees giving out suddenly as the chains disappeared and he was left bleeding in his cell as Malfoy left laughing all the while.


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Classes had been going smoothly for him, through his free time he was with Ron and his friends and during his other time he would be studying for any upcoming tests. So now here he was sitting in the library with Hermione, Harry, and his lover Ron. Lucas was giggling softly at Harry as he was being nearly yelled at by Hermione for almost flunking a test. Ron held Lucas’s hand in his own kissing it softly every now an then. Lucas was happy. What could possibly happen?

Two doors slammed open making everyone jerk up to see Feral run over to Lucas and the others.

“Feral? Feral what’s wrong?”

“It’s Araca. Lucas he’s back and Araca’s gone missing.”

Black eyes widened in fear.

Ron gripped his hand eyes narrowed at feeling the smaller hand start to shake in his own.

“Nightbane has my brother?” He choked out tears brimming his eyes.

Strong arms wrapped about him pulling Lucas against Ron’s body letting him cry. And cry he did.


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No light. Only darkness surrounded him. His body was slowly heeling, but it still hurt like hell. He grabbed what was left of his tattered shirt and slowly let the material being soaked by the dripping water in the farthest corner of the cell. Carefully he started to clean any grime from his back hissing in pain. He hoped Lucas was okay. The cell chilled his skin, his bare feet were cold as was his upper body. His attention went to his wrists next. Dry blood already gathered about the pale skin, already dying it pink. His shoulder leaned against the slick wall his head spinning. He could break it, but then his body was already weak and it would tear him to shreds.

His knees up to his chest he listened as footsteps echoed the hollow place. They stopped in front of the door. He didn’t turn to face him, he already knew. The creaking of the door opened, letting little light flood into the cell.

“Hello pretty.”

Araca looked up at Nightbane who was leaning against the doorframe. The wolf stalked forward grabbing Araca’s face and twisted it up painfully making the wizard moan in pain. His wounds opened up letting fresh blood flow from the streaks that covered him.

A finger ran against the opened wounds smearing it in blood. Watching as the wolf licked the liquid from his finger moaning at the taste. He was ready to vomit.

“What do you want Nightbane?” He hissed out eyes narrowed dangerously in warning.

The wolf just smiled as he gripped Araca’s shoulder slamming his front against the wall.

“What do you think pretty?” He asked with a question of his own.

His claws raked against the material. Araca only whimpered at feeling the last of his clothes ripping under the man’s claws. Now on his knees backside to Nightbane he was bare as the day he was born. His body shook out of his control hearing the sound of the door opening once more.

“I thought you were getting your property back?” Malfoy asked in an almost annoyed tone.

Nightbane stood up remains of the tattered material still clung on his claws.

“I’ll get him at night. For now though I wanted to play with your new bitch here,” he said gripping the braid and yanked hard at Araca forcing him up onto his feet.

Malfoy ran his eyes along the other’s body smiling.

“Perhaps latter. He is after all mine and I would rather have him first.”

Araca’s eyes went blank as tears filled his eyes and shedding them down his reddened cheeks. His body trembled as he felt shackles grip about his wrists and hauling them up once more over his head. His head bowed as fear wracked his body. Malfoy took Araca’s braid away from Nightbane wrapping the heavy hair about his hand to force his head back up putting strain on his neck. The rustling sound of fabric was his only warning before a burst of white hot pain run up from his lower back.

He screamed so loudly that it hurt their ears. Nightbane just growled in pleasure as he watched from the side as Malfoy took the young man. Hard and fast jabs caused the pain to increase. The feeling of something liquidly and hot ran down his thighs. His back was pushed down but his head remand up. His legs forced apart by Nightbane as his tongue lapped up his blood covered legs and thighs. His head span with pain as the other’s thrust grew more wild. A low growl along with Araca’s screams mingled in the cell as Malfoy came with a last jab of his hips. All he could do was prey as he felt Malfoy remove himself and Nightbane quickly enter him, his preying wasn’t answered.

His jaw was gripped and his mouth pried open as Malfoy thrust himself into his mouth. He gagged feeling vomit in the back of his throat. He could only close his eyes as and hear their laughter as his wish finally came in, letting himself pass out.

Well I tortured him a bit. Do not hate!!!! (sides it was coming) Please R & R. Thanks!