Indecent Proposal

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Disclaimer: All rights belong to the original author of the Harry Potter series, namely J. K. Rowling. No money is being made off of this story. The only original part of this story involves characters not featured in the Harry Potter series and the plots. Without J.K.R this would not be possible and I take responsibility for any and all of my own copyright and libel infringements whereby I fail to provide a suitable disclaimer or quote where it is sufficient.

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Ok this is chapter two. I got such a good response for this story I decided to add a second chapter.
Keep the reviews coming, and I'll keep the chapters coming. I got some very helpful hints from some of them.

Warning: Grahpic sexual scene, containing slash, male/male pairing.

Chapter two is now with beta. Thank you Cursa, your work is top notch.


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The two remaining muggles in the sitting room sat quietly, the mother’s
arms wrapped around her son, tears of grief coated their faces for the dead
muggle in the hall. Lucius stood beside the fireplace, running his fingertips
over the pictures of the happy family. A malicious grin spread on his face as
he noted the only picture of the young savior was taken when the boy was a
toddler, standing in the background, watching the happy father and son as they
posed for the camera. The pang of longing in those bright, young eyes struck a
bitter cord inside.

Lucius turned to look at his black-cloaked counterpart who had yet to remove
his ghostly mask. He stood poised in the corner, arms folded and back stiff.
The Potion Master’s cold black eyes were all that could be seen from behind
the mask as they moved around the room and landed on the shaking pair huddled
in the corner.

A yell went up that could be heard through the closed sitting room door.
Lucius wasn’t bothered by the cry- he’d been privy to the Dark Lord’s
manipulations before, but his friend’s stony composure had cracked. All the
muscles in his body seemed to tense and his jaw tightened. Lucius was sure he
was sneering under that mask. Interesting.

Another shout drifted down from the room above them, followed by the sound of
a scuffle. Lucius grinned sadistically at the mother and son and approached
them. With a wave of his wand, untied the women and gestured for her to stand
up. “Make yourself useful, women, and put on a kettle. We could be here for
some time.” Petunia Dursley shook feebly but none-the-less she did as
directed.

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Harry cried out in both fear and pleasure as the Dark Lord divested him of
all his clothing with a swipe of his wand, and shivered in the cool air of the
room. His body was going into overdrive; his breathing was labored and his
mind muddled, and the world registering in only short flashes: a cast-iron
grip on his hip had him hissing in pain before a sharp set of teeth grazed his
jugular; the feel of the long, limber body grinding against him sent shock
waves of euphoria tingling right up through his body and he shivered
violently. Those teeth raked down his throat across his collarbone before
sinking into the muscled flesh of his trapezius, and he unconsciously tilted
his head to allow for better access.

The last of his senses left him as his hands were pulled together over his
head and held captive in a firm grip. An awkward shuffling above him directed
his attention to the Dark Lord and he heard the sound of a zipper, which sent
a dizzy spell of panic through him that pushed through the lusty fog in
Harry’s mind. His vision finally coming back into focus, he saw the fully
clothed Voldemort leaning over him and gazing at him with blazing red eyes and
such intensity they seemed to scorch his very soul. His arousal spiked, Harry
could not help but moan and squirm, tugging only half-heartedly against the
hand that held his wrists.

As the man’s mouth descended on a spot behind his ear that made him gasp, a
hand wrapped around his waist, quickly followed by the sensation of something
hard and hot grinding against his thigh.

The cold hand trailed down his hip, kneading his fleshy behind, and traveled
down to his virgin pucker, massaging the area with a finger. This sent more
shivers up his spine that quickly turned to needle like stabbing pains between
his shoulder blades.

Harry whimpered and tried to arch his back, but the hand at his pucker swept
up and planted itself firmly on his chest preventing any movement. Tears of
pain leaked out of his bright green eyes and he clamped them shut. The pain
increased until he felt the skin on his back burst into flame and split apart,
making him cry out. The pressure of large appendages sprouting out from
underneath him sent him into small spasms.

Voldemort leaned over the young incubus, enjoying the pain that danced across
his face and made his arousal twitch in anticipation. The wings were part of
his Incubus puberty and it was then and there the Dark Lord decided that the
boy would make a fine addition to his manor grounds like the many exotic
peacocks that roamed or the Avery birds that sat caged and displayed their
precious feathers for him.

The slackening of the young body under him drew his attention back down to
his entertainment. The youth had passed out from the pain. Well, he couldn’t
very well allow that. He picked back up his discarded wand from the tangle of
covers and pointed it over the boy’s face. “Enervate”.
Immediately, the green eyes cracked open before they closed again in bliss.
Through all the pain, Harry’s body was still very much aroused. The wand
pointed at his face turned to his wings and the red sticky mass of membrane
and blood was banished, leaving inky black, shimmering feathers. The feathers
rustled slightly as the Dark Lord glided an admiring hand through them,
hissing in pleasure at their texture.

Harry fought to clear the fog from his mind. The new wings were attached by
weak muscle that would need strengthening before flight. He gave them an
experimental twitch as the caressing fingers sent tingles down his back.

The fingers left his wings and were back at his pucker again, circling it
suggestively. Harry gasped as one pushed in slightly, so that the head of the
cold digit was submerged inside. The most curious sensation hit him as it
pushed in further- a burning that was altogether entirely too satisfying.
The sound of gunfire flew through the room and Harry cried out in startled
shock as he was brought out of his lust-induced daze. Immediately the figure
above him was standing with his wand pointed towards the source of the
disturbance. The Dark Lord approached the empty, bared window with caution
before a small figure appeared flapping at the glass.

Harry immediately recognized the small pigmy owl as the one belonging to Ron.
A dark chuckle sounded as Voldemort dropped his wand slowly and turned back to
Harry who had propped himself up on his elbows.

The look made everything that had happened in the last five minutes come to
Harry in a series of flashbacks and he blushed madly as he realized just how
his body had reacted to the Dark wizard’s manipulations. A feral grin spread
on the thin, yet handsome face and he knew then that help wouldn’t arrive
for him here, at least not in time.

The Dark Lord turned to the window and opened it, allowing the dizzy owl to
flutter in to his room before it landed on the extended robed arm. The man
took the letter, and Pig, relived of his small load, fainted, creating a dull
thump as he landed on the carpet. The Dark Lord snorted before opening the
letter.

Harry’s now-clear mind stepped into high gear. He gave his wings an
experimental flap, feeling the taught muscles in them tighten. Though still
too weak to fly, they were powerful, powerful enough to break a persons arm.
As Voldemort turned around again he grinned and pocketed the letter. His gaze
assessed Harry approvingly, splayed out for him and ready. With a hum of
approval, he approached, and Harry fought against the fog that tried to settle
back over his mind as the man moved closer once more.

Just as the Dark Lord leaned over him, Harry’s wings burst into action,
pounding against the floor and wall as they gave him the lift to fight the
crushing weight of the older wizard, rhythmically at first and then more
erratically. Voldemort laughed loudly and reached for his wand. Harry’s eyes
widened in understanding and with a lucky flutter, a grunt and a thump, the
man was knocked to the ground clutching his head.

Harry stood up quickly before he collapsed to the ground on his hands and
knees; his legs were like jelly. A groan from behind him had Harry look back.
The Dark Lord was recovering and he pulled himself up to a kneeling position
by the bed. He grimaced as man turned his fiery gaze back on him and flashed
him a feral grin. The teen struggled to stand and had just managed it before a
hand clamped around the back of his neck and sent him crashing towards his
bared window.

Harry’s head connected with the iron bars that rang musically around the
room. Dazed, Harry slumped on the windowsill with a pained groan. Suddenly,
his wrist were taken in a solid grasp and forced through the bars. A gruffly
whispered spell from behind him had magical handcuffs preventing their escape.


Voldemort swiftly closed the distance between their bodies and two cold hands
spread his buttocks before something thick and hard found it’s prize and
forced itself past the tight ring of muscle. The Incubus gave a loud cry of
pleasure that was spiced with pain. His backside felt like it was going to
split in two, before cold, calloused fingers soothed his back in between his
wings and down to the base of his spine. Harry whimpered pitifully as his own
erection was pressed against the cold windowsill.

A breathless chuckle sounded in his ear and lips closed around it shell,
encasing it in the hot cavern. The sensations forced a moan of pleasure from
the youth’s lips and the wicked mouth spread in a smirk. The body behind him
moved again, slowly pulling out before grating back inside him, roughly
drawing a gasp from the incubus. Hands moved to the front of his chest and
flicked one of the nubs there, kneading it between two fingers, and flooding
the teen’s pleasure receptors. Another slam, and another and yet another,
the pressure of hands at his hips forced his body to stand still as he was
thrust into the windowsill harder and harder. The tempo of the thrusts sped up
and become more urgent, as did the breathing on Harry’s neck.

His instincts clouded his brain again. Thoughts that seemed so unlike him
flooded his common sense, telling him that once this coupling was over he
would need to find himself a nest.

The thrusts slowed and a deep shuddering of the body behind him was the only
warning before a liquid heat flooded his passage and the softening member left
his spasaming ring of muscle.

The soft material of the robes behind him felt wonderfully cool against his
hot skin. A cool hand reached around his body and gripped Harry’s erection
and Harry jerked. A whispered spell later and the teen cried out as he
climaxed into the hand with a sharp thrust of his hips.
The dark wizard knew that unlike other animals, an incubus needed to reach
climax for the copulation to be successful. The winged boy shook weakly in the
afterglow as the wizard tucked himself away before standing strait to compose
himself.

There was the sound of receding footsteps and the Incubus left alone, panting
weakly, feeling fatigue hit him. A moment later, different footsteps entered
the room and a strong arm wrapped securely around his waist before a wand
trapped the bars the handcuffs bound him to. The handcuffs sprung free of the
bars. The person cloaked in black pulled the weak legged boy back into his
arms and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes open. A second pair of footsteps
joined the first and Lucius appeared at the door to witness the tender embrace
in which his friend held the young wizard. Most interesting.

Black eyes peaked up from the boy’s face and Lucius gestured to come along.
“Now is not the time for weakness, Severus. Let’s go before the Dark Lord
comes looking for us.”

The potion master sighed before he raised his wand and summoned a throw to
cover the boy. Lucius whispered a lumination spell and Snape stood up with the
youth in his arms, but the potions master made no attempt to leave.

A sudden comprehension came over Lucius face as he watched the potions master
extract an envelope from his pocket with the Hogwarts stamp. Nothing happened
for a few moments, the two Death Eaters stared at each other in understanding
before Lucius sprung into action, he reached for his wand, but the Portkey was
already taking the boy and potion master back to the old school. Lucius
grimaced and before he left, he stopped to smirk back at the empty place where
the potions master had stood moments before. He closed the door behind him.

Snape landed with a thump in the forbidden forest and stumbled under the
combined weight of himself and his unconscious cargo. He fell to one knee and
froze as the sound of frenzied footsteps pounded around them. He found himself
looking down the wands of over eight Aurors. The Aurors glanced at the boy,
quickly accessing his state and turned accusing eyes on the potions master.

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Snape sneered up at them before the worn voice spoke up. “Gentleman, please
lower your wands. Our potions master has just been brought back and I’d hate
to loose him again so quickly.”

Snape watched as the headmaster emerged from the sea of blue-robed Aurors.
They lowered their wands at the order and it was just then that Snape realized
how his appearance must have looked, still clothed in his Death Eater cloak
and mask. The headmaster came to stop before the collection convoy. Cool blue
eyes ran over the boy savior before they widened in understanding. The boy had
wings, and since they could only be brought forth by one course of action, it
wasn’t hard for the headmaster to understand what he was seeing. Well, this
certainly complicated things.
A sudden gasp of pain had the potions master grasping his left forearm,
earning more scowls from Harry’s collection party. “Headmaster,” Snape
gritted his teeth against the pain.

Dumbledore quickly gauged his options before turning a sad smile on the man.
“You tried Severus, I know that. Come, my dear boy, let’s get him safely
inside. I dare say this is not the worst that might have come from this
situation.”

Snape sneered again, but it was half hearted at best. One of the Aurors
stepped forward to relieve him of his burden. Snape turned his skeptical eyes
to the headmaster who smiled a genuine smile. Snape snorted before he unloaded
the boy roughly into a waiting Aurors arms, startling the man with the sudden
weight. The headmaster chuckled before leading the way towards the school and
out of the forest. Some things never changed. He turned his eyes to young,
unconscious boy in the Aurors arms and frowned. On the other hand, many things
would.


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My notes: This was my first sex scene. I would be interested to know what people made of the descriptions.

Happy reading.