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Contest, Boy, Truth
Okay, I am bored and also a little addicted to Draco/Harry at the moment; I blame my recent story-in-the-works, The Death Eater. So, I’ve hopped onto Makebelieve again to find myself some more one-liners. But I have another little “treat” for people. Sort of. I’ve decided to start a ML, mostly because I’m way too confused myself about where half of my fics are at the moment, and when you have nearly 100 fics posted or about to be posted, loosing some of them can be very easy. If you want to join it, send me a review with your email and I’ll add you to it. Mostly it’s for The Death Eater right now, since some of the adult archives don’t have alert features, but I will be putting everything on there. So... Shameless plugging over with...
All of these are from the Makebelieve archive, “Multiple challenges”. All done in five minutes. They were going to be Harry/Draco, but the second one ran away from me, and the third one, well...
Warnings; scenes of an implied sexual nature; implied child abuse, physical and sexual, though mostly if you squint; adultery; slash; het (strangely for me) and mild cursewords.
Contest
"I was elected to be the judge at a cocksucking contest." An interested hum. Harry moaned happily, before cursing as the other boy pulled away from him.
“Your fanclub acting up again, I see.”
“Yes, but why have you stopped?!” Blithely ignored, as per usual. Harry whimpered as a thin but surprisingly strong hand stopped him from just doing it himself.
“I told you to do something when they elected Weaslette as president.”
“If you don’t behave I might take them up on their offer!” Harry protested, squirming impatiently. The smug smirk didn’t look as good with swollen lips, but Harry still wanted to lick it away.
“If I don’t behave? But I thought you liked it when I was naughty?” He pouted (a look that did look good with swollen lips, damn him) before finally, finally relenting and returning to his task.
“Oh... God... I was going to say if I had to be the judge, I’d definitely pick you... But now I’m not so sure. You’re aiming for a punishment now.”
The hum was too pleased and too victorious, and definitely anticipatory, but Harry at least had the pleasure of knowing that Draco definitely would win that competition. He was certainly practicing well.
End.
Boy
"Damn it, boy!" A thud, a whimper, a slam. The sounds were routine, a horrific thought about a six year old boy. Petunia Dursely didn’t care, couldn’t care. If this drove the curse away, if this protected her little boy from him, she couldn’t care.
Even if she could see her precious baby sister in those eyes, even if she could remember well the fear they held from her childhood, hiding from Uncle Joseph when he baby sat. Uncle Joseph was gone, her baby sister was gone. All that was left was...
“Boy! Get in here NOW!”
... Cries and hurt looks, whimpers where most boys would scream; where they wouldn’t know that they liked it when you screamed. If this was the price the boy had to pay to stay under their roof, to put her baby boy in danger with his wicked disease, then she could put up with it.
If she did see Lily in those eyes, she learned to look away. She’d learned that young, too.
End.
Truth
"What the hell do you mean you think you\'re pregnant?"
She looked away, she knew enough to look away. If she kept looking at him, if he had to look in her eyes and see her betrayal there, something would explode. At this point, neither of them were sure it wouldn’t be her.
“Look, you were gone a long time, Harry... You and Malfoy were gone for a long time. You couldn’t expect me to stay loyal forever.”
“I damn well could!” It was different for us, it’s not like he’s a woman. “Who was he?” I wouldn’t have minded a girl, but a man? Wasn’t I good enough for you?
“It... Does it matter?” Will you hurt him?
“Yes, it does matter! If you’re having his child, I should know!” I can’t guarantee he’ll survive the discussion about what he’s done to my wife, though.
“He doesn’t want it. It was a one time thing, a mistake. I still love you.” Don’t leave me like this as well. I need you.
“A mistake? You expect me to live with a mistake in our marriage?” I’m not in love with you any more. Persuade me to stay.
“I could get rid of it.” I want my baby.
“Like I want that on my conscience.” It’s not the baby I have a problem with.
“Please, Harry...” I’m ashamed, I’m frightened, I don’t know what to do.
Silence. The best truth there is.
End.
All of these are from the Makebelieve archive, “Multiple challenges”. All done in five minutes. They were going to be Harry/Draco, but the second one ran away from me, and the third one, well...
Warnings; scenes of an implied sexual nature; implied child abuse, physical and sexual, though mostly if you squint; adultery; slash; het (strangely for me) and mild cursewords.
Contest
"I was elected to be the judge at a cocksucking contest." An interested hum. Harry moaned happily, before cursing as the other boy pulled away from him.
“Your fanclub acting up again, I see.”
“Yes, but why have you stopped?!” Blithely ignored, as per usual. Harry whimpered as a thin but surprisingly strong hand stopped him from just doing it himself.
“I told you to do something when they elected Weaslette as president.”
“If you don’t behave I might take them up on their offer!” Harry protested, squirming impatiently. The smug smirk didn’t look as good with swollen lips, but Harry still wanted to lick it away.
“If I don’t behave? But I thought you liked it when I was naughty?” He pouted (a look that did look good with swollen lips, damn him) before finally, finally relenting and returning to his task.
“Oh... God... I was going to say if I had to be the judge, I’d definitely pick you... But now I’m not so sure. You’re aiming for a punishment now.”
The hum was too pleased and too victorious, and definitely anticipatory, but Harry at least had the pleasure of knowing that Draco definitely would win that competition. He was certainly practicing well.
End.
Boy
"Damn it, boy!" A thud, a whimper, a slam. The sounds were routine, a horrific thought about a six year old boy. Petunia Dursely didn’t care, couldn’t care. If this drove the curse away, if this protected her little boy from him, she couldn’t care.
Even if she could see her precious baby sister in those eyes, even if she could remember well the fear they held from her childhood, hiding from Uncle Joseph when he baby sat. Uncle Joseph was gone, her baby sister was gone. All that was left was...
“Boy! Get in here NOW!”
... Cries and hurt looks, whimpers where most boys would scream; where they wouldn’t know that they liked it when you screamed. If this was the price the boy had to pay to stay under their roof, to put her baby boy in danger with his wicked disease, then she could put up with it.
If she did see Lily in those eyes, she learned to look away. She’d learned that young, too.
End.
Truth
"What the hell do you mean you think you\'re pregnant?"
She looked away, she knew enough to look away. If she kept looking at him, if he had to look in her eyes and see her betrayal there, something would explode. At this point, neither of them were sure it wouldn’t be her.
“Look, you were gone a long time, Harry... You and Malfoy were gone for a long time. You couldn’t expect me to stay loyal forever.”
“I damn well could!” It was different for us, it’s not like he’s a woman. “Who was he?” I wouldn’t have minded a girl, but a man? Wasn’t I good enough for you?
“It... Does it matter?” Will you hurt him?
“Yes, it does matter! If you’re having his child, I should know!” I can’t guarantee he’ll survive the discussion about what he’s done to my wife, though.
“He doesn’t want it. It was a one time thing, a mistake. I still love you.” Don’t leave me like this as well. I need you.
“A mistake? You expect me to live with a mistake in our marriage?” I’m not in love with you any more. Persuade me to stay.
“I could get rid of it.” I want my baby.
“Like I want that on my conscience.” It’s not the baby I have a problem with.
“Please, Harry...” I’m ashamed, I’m frightened, I don’t know what to do.
Silence. The best truth there is.
End.