A House Homecoming for All

Andrew couldn\'t see properly but that was the least of his worries. He was chanting a litany of pleas which he knew He could hear over and over for his sight to return, at the same time, attempting the excercise is increasing ability at occulemency upon Jessica\'s insistence earlier at the castle. It was challenging, but he\'d managed to prevent any incoming mental prodding for a good half and hour, though his will was faltering and his energy was being continually depleted under stupefy with tiny bursts of enervate every now and then in order for Pettigrew to try ad scoop some more information out of him, but it was to no avail.

Eventually, his mind would weaken enough for a metaphyscial punture to be driven through it in the phallic state of a wand. He was temporarily distracted however when he woke, by the gasping sobs of a blonde strung up on a wall whom he could only assume to be Lucius Malfoy. He had caught a brief glimpse of him previously upon the night when they\'d all been first introduced to their \"mentors,\" but he was surprused to see him thrown upon the mercy of his merciful master. Admitedly, Andrew had been deeply concerned when Jessica had first gone off alone to the manor and had persuaded Snape to owl that portkey; he was at the same time oblivious, however, to the nature of his deciet and the allegorical findings based upon a minute level of trust within the heavily scorned group.

But then again, it wasn\'t exactly surprising in considering just how many time Malfoy had dodged persecution and permanent vacation into Azkaban; for all he knew, he was a willing self-flagelate to the bastard, who was merely feeling a bit out to be out of a flailing. He was more concerned with his own predicament, but as time wore on and Malfoy;s screams of mortificaton subsided (something was being shown to him, whether through a pensieve or another enchanted item, he couldn\'t be sure), he decided to reflect upon the blissful times of subdued frottage with his Baron. It was just that unseen death couldn\'t match the poetry of the grave; that steely blue of wasted tears and abject circumstance, unavaoidable.

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Since Snape had been otherwise occupied with detention supervision for one Jessica Slytherin, the Baron had been required to resume the Potions Master\'s formative duties in occulemency which meant ample study and bonding time for the two of them. Few other ghosts appraoched Andrew through his guise of discretion when he truly only wanted to be alone with the one... person he felt secure around which was slightly off putting in and of itself.

To fall in love with a man was considered to be flagrant disregard for any heavily Christian upbringing (one which Andrew thankfully hadn\'t encountered as a child), but to become so enamoured with such a loose frame of exctoplasm was unheard of and nearly blasphemous in imagining fornication. And how Andrew wanted to do just that with the pile of loose beads and chains hanging gracefully from the deceased priates broad rimmed hat and roughly grizzled chin hairs, tied in abstract braided patterns and decorated with bits of insipid ribbon which would\'ve most likely have been vibrant whisps of colour when he had been alive.

After one particularly grueling session, the Baron expounded a rather lengthy ceasura and seemed to delveinto a ghostly realm of passivism which Andrew could only react to adversely. Rushing over to where his wraith form had collapsed, he\'d crushed his ear to the dead man\'s mouth and waiting to hear one iota of release, but none came. IT was as if the strain of the mental blockading was interfering with the man\'s cellular contruction and Andrew could just makes out a must unnatural necrobiosis occurring across the now only barely corpereal body before hi
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Andrew had been completely unsuspecting as to whatwas to come but could only thank the Abron a million times over after it had happened. The Baron\'s fetuous fingers decorated with gaudy gems from the very bottom of all the seas, wrapped around Andrew\'s shaft throhis his light cottom trousers and began to stroke him firmly, allt he while maintaing a steely gaze met with Andrew\'s bemused expression of adoration and fear.

Although Andrew was on top for the time being, he knew he didn\'t want to be and quickly fell to the floor where he cast a cushioning charm which Cait had only taught him a day before after a long and arduous \"Quidditch\" practice. The Baron winked in akwoledgement and carefully began to unbutton the lapel on Andrew\'s uniform - he was gradually becoming accustomed to the thick cotton feel against his collarbone when it was stripped of him and relished the calloused caress of an apparition who would soon be inside of him in more ways than one.

Andrew smiled up shyly and fingered the buttons of the pirate\'s jabot, idly wondering if it was at all possible for him to remove them ever. Since The Baron wasn\'t officially employed under Dumbledore\'s monumental and unused pention, there were no rules of underage rape or consent and only he knew of a way to cleverly allude this potential risk with a bit more danger and excitement.

\"Turn around,\" was all he\'d said when Andrew was completely naked and waiting; he felt the prickling of the Baron\'s beard against the sensitive skin of his lower back and gasped in a mixture of awe at his skill and anticipation as of what was to come next.

Behind him, he could hear the definate muttering of a spell and he began to worry from fear of ignorance that the Baron might turn on him as the Slytherin he was - he\'d briefly considered Jessica\'s predicament with Malfoy at that timel but had quickly banished it as he felt a very warm arm wrap around his waist, covered in a vivid pink tinged and stained linen shirt. Andrew turned around immediately, groping around to locate his glasses before he saw he BAron as he was in his youth for the very first time and beamed.

\"Amazing,\" wll hll he could breathe as he ran his hand along the sharp jawbone protruding from a mass of windily crimped hair. Andrew giggeld and pulled the hat off with a successful grimace from the barren, his tender scalp exposed yet still reasonably covered with a filigreed dew rag, if there was ever such a thing.

\"Yes, Necromancy is a talent uncontested for very few wizards,\" he boasted incredulously, but plopped Andrew back on his belly with gentle insistence. Andrew rolled his eyes, winked at the fastidicously unbuttoning wizard, extorting all of the lost knowledge of how the dress oneself from a brain who probably hadn\'t had to dig up the remains for eons; he didn\'t protest too much about not being imformed of this little skill, when he would use it and for what specific reason for. Merlin knew how long it took the Baron to wedge himelf out of his pants as he would accept no help from now desperate Andrew who\'d removed his glasses once again for fear of permenant fogging damage.

The Baron has sidled up close and tight, pressing his length into the back of Andrew\'s thigh and resting his cheek against Andrew\'s shoulder, teasing it again with its bristles. Andrew tensed and began to worry as the Baron slowly and silently lowered one of his hands down to knead his lower back in soothing circles
\"Have you ever done this befor, love?\" the Baron whispered and nipped at Andrew\'s ear lovingly, then laving it a femes,mes, garnering a few trembles fromt he helplessly stricken youth.

\"What do you think?\" Andrew choked and leant back into the older man\'s groin until we was exactly where he ought to be lined.
The Baron breathed in a gush of air which had been nestled beside Andrew\'s neck in turn making him writhe up against the BAron with such ferocity that he knocked them both down backwards, a resounding goran culminating past the laugh of embarrassment on Andrew\'s part.

\"Sorry, I\'m really sorry,\" Andrew blushed and pulled up the magnificently well formed penis bearing man so he was leaning back on his hands and straddled him happily. Nuzzling and growling against his chest\'s delicious smelling skin until he reached his mouth where he tentatively pressed a peck and bobbed his head back quickly, looking intently at the still closed eyes of his lover. Unsure of how to begin per se, Andrew thrust up a few times only to be forced down on either side of his waist by the Baron\'s hands and a revealingly feral grin as he was flipped and his legs thrown over said Baron\'s shoulders.

Suddenly, the Baron pinned Andrew\'s hands ubove his shoulders in one arm and pressed one digit of his other testingly against Andrew\'s entract, making tiny circles and smiling knowingly.

\"It\'s alright, love, just tell me what you need,\" the Baron said only inches away from his mouth and slipped Andrew\'s bottom lip in furtively, sucking and pinching the delicate flesh between his teeth.

The spell was working, whatever it had been and Andrew could feel himself begin to loosen and meld with the finger now inside of him and accompanied with another, adroit and moving back and forth reassuringly. Bucking up to met them, Andrew let out a whign of frustration until the Baron raised an eyebrow to ask is he was prepared and Andrew gave a frantic nod. Finally, the Baron pushed himself deep into Andrew and waited as he watched Andrew\'s eyes go wide, his mouth curve into a perfectly round \'O\' and a broad grin escape his worried features for a few moments before a disenchanted growl of satiety pronounced itself from behind his lips.

\"More!\" Andrew shouted, his voice cracking from the strain of a frenetically building orgasm. His hips were practically shaking in attempting to prevent himself from thrusting up against his lover\'s protruding pelvic bone, but couldn\'t see the sense in prolonging his agony any futher.

Grinning to himself at a new bastion of corruption under his personal tutelage, the Baron began to pump his hips in a shallow rhythm causing Andrew to beg and writh beneath him, his toes digging into his trapezius like daggers. A ring of desire encased both males\' minds as they heard each other\'s noises and progressed faster and with more dexterity than before, the Baron\'s rampant prick stroking against Andrew\'s throbbing prostate with every thrust. The lesson officially came to crashing climax as Andrew shot against his own belly without even being touched and the Baron ground his hips with finality, his hair masking his face as a curtain of modesty. Andrew lay sated and taken and the Baron cast a quick cleaning charm over the both of them.

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It was hardly a sentimental love making, but adequate and more than enough for a boy to absorb his first time; besides, it it had gone on for any extended period of time, the BAron may not\'ve returned to his spectre self and they both would\'ve been at a bit of a loss when explaining to Dumbledore just how the Baron had achieved the prestigious heights of necromancy when he waasn\'t even in the possession of the Ministry and a wand distrubuter and why he\'d decided to put both of them at such a risk - the Baron permanently invisible but with vocalizaing abilities and Andrew, heartbroken. In fact, even now as Andrew was only semi-conscious, he wondered just why the Baron had been so careless just to share one \"romp in the grounds\" so to speak. Perhaps the andwer would dawn on hims amidst a valvalry of freshly returned Death Eaters with a very nearly dead Snape at their feet.