A Memory

Damion Flieder stood in Fürth, Germany, looking out the window as he viewed the rolling landscape. His bi-coloured eyes were slightly squinted as they tried to block out the auspicious sun. The German sighed as he stared Northwest, remembering countries beyond. He truly had loved Lucius Malfoy, and he knew if it wasn’t for Dominic Desir, they would probably be together, happy in each other’s arms. Damion let out another sigh as he stared off into the distance, not seeing the landscape in front of him, but of one across the sea, in a different land and a different time.













I sat on the steps of the castle, my eyes looking over the misty grounds; the fog was heavily dense over the lake, and the giant squid draped its tentacles lazily through the water. A waning gibbous hung in the velvet sky, casting an eerily romantic reflection in the black waters, highlighting the horrors hidden in the lake’s depths. Tears streamed down my face, a few trickling into my mouth, the taste of salt water flowing over my tongue. I couldn’t believe what Lucius had done. He had said he had loved me and proved it by snogging Dominic. I wanted to be comforted, but the one I had always turned to was the one who had created this horrible feeling inside of me. I hugged my knees close to me, glad for the cover of darkness, glad that I had not lost it in front of Lucius, and glad that the year was almost over. I continued to sob in the night, choking on my tears, as dark thoughts swam through my head: thoughts of revenge, torture, and that made me cry even harder. I cried and cried until the sun rose, and schedule continued until only a couple of weeks were left in the school year.



Lucius had always tries to talk to me after the incident, trying to make up for what he had done, trying to make it better, but nothing could have decreased my pain. Well, one thing did, but some time would pass before it would hap, but my English geliebter had tried everything to get my love back. He had even begged on his knees, naked none the less, but nothing he had done made me feel better, Dominic was the one who had figured that out. . . .















My sunrise schedule had finally subsided, my crying ceased, but still my heart was not whole again. I sat sitting on the castle steps when Dominic came and sat beside me.



“Damion,” he started. “You doing any better?”



“I don’t think you should be the one asking that!” I answered.



“Damion, I’m sorry,” he said, moving closer to me, but without actually touching me. He was so careful about not touching me that I actually wanted him to. Part of me wanted him to touch me to give me an excuse to hurt him while another piece of me simply wanted him to touch me, to feel his flesh, soft and warm, against my own. My eyes slid to his hand, inches from my thigh, and I felt my body move to brush against it, but Dominic had moved away so that I touched him not. He looked at me, and I could see some sort of sympathy in his eyes, and for some reason I had forgiven him for what he had done to Lucius and me.



“Great,” he said, smiling. Then, he did touch me, but more than I had hoped for. He had leaned in, pressing his lips against mine in a quick kiss. Afterwards, he got to his feet, heading back to the castle. I sat there for a while, confusion mixing in my mind, when I finally rose to my own feet and started after him, anger in my eyes. I ran through the corridors, heading toward the Slytherin Common Room, when I felt a hand grab my own and pull me into a room. It turned me around, and I was attacked with another kiss, this one not as chaste. After the incubus had let me go, I opened my mouth to yell at him, but for some reason, I could not. I could not argue with the picture perfect image in front of me. Dominic wrapped his arms around me as he spoke.



“I figured you’d come running to me.” I tried once again to argue that I didn’t come running for him to take me in his arms, but once again I was lost for words. Desir kissed me again, his hand drifting through my hair, bringing me closer to him. I felt his lips against mine, warm and soothing, as his tongue began to slip into my maw. It groped in the darkness, wrapping around my own, doing wonderful things I had never imagined a tongue could do. My hands ran up the back of his shirt, feeling the heat of his soft skin. Dominic pressed me against a wall, his worm-like muscle trying to probe deeper into my throat, as I felt myself begin to grow hard. He released his lascivious hold on me, scooting back enough for me to see the wry grin on his face.



His hands ran up my shirt, his fingers icy cold, as one of them trailed over my nipple, causing it to harden. I let out a short breath of air as I felt his lips caressing my jugular vein, kissing it, along with a few quick flicks of the tongue. His hands trailed downward, his nails digging into my flesh, leaving a trail of stinging red marks. Dominic stopped kissing a few moments, staring at me, before ripping my shirt off. He quickly followed suit, and I could see all his muscle rippling through his perfectly tanned body, like the raging yet calming sea, but I had never seen the sea the colour of toast, dark around the edges yet having only the faintest bronze colour in the middle. A line of chestnut hair started low on his stomach, growing wider the farther down it went until it disappeared into his jeans. I wanted to see how wide that happy trail got. I started to run my fingers through the hair but had barely touched it when Dominic yanked me from the wall, pulling me toward a . . . bed. I had been so enchanted by the incubus that I hadn’t even known it was there. He pushed me onto it, climbing on top of me while kissing me roughly, bruising my pallid lips. His muscled arms held me down as his groin pressed into mine. He pressed harder and harder until he could come no closer when he finally released me.



Dominic crept off the bed, sliding to the floor to get something from underneath the furniture. He came out, scraping a heavy wooden chest across the floor. I watched as Desir opened the trunk, revealing its contents. It held bondage gear: whips, handcuffs, rope, cords, gags, daggers, etc. Dom let loose another wry grin as he retrieved a silver dagger with a set of matching handcuffs. He crept toward me, his tongue playing along his lip seductively. He unsheathed the blade, running the flat of it along one of my nipples. The metal was cold against my skin as I felt my muscles tighten from the frozen metal glazing across my chest. Then, I felt it – a quick, sharp pain across the carnation bud. Blood seeped from the wound, trickling down my pectoral in thin rivets. It gravitated toward my bellybutton, and I watched as Dominic’s tongue flicked out to lick the blood away. He cleaned up the trail while his fingers traced over the wound. His other hand sneaked down my own happy trail, his skeletal fingers dipping into my pants. His thumb popped out my button, and after they were loosened, he unzipped me, pulling on them, not caring if the fabric ripped. He had managed to get them off, even if they weren’t in one piece. Fingernails scraped across my front, his sharp nails digging into my flesh, I let out a gasp of pain and pleasure, as my blood continued to pound out of my wound. Dom’s fingernails continued to trace downward, one set flying over my erection. I could feel the stinging pain and a few droplets fell from my tear ducts. Dom finally released his hand from me, taking it toward his waistband, unsnapping and unzipping, as he pulled down on the jeans.



I watched as they dropped to the floor, revealing his black undergarments, and I could have sworn my jaw dropped as my lavender eyes gazed over the wet dream. He kneeled there above me in onyx boxers. Silk, real silk. Nothing felt better against naked flesh than real silk, except maybe more naked flesh. My eyes danced over the bulge in the fabric; I licked my lips, eager for a taste. Dominic Desir grinned as he traced the beauty of him, making me want him more. He leaned down toward me, running a hand through my hair as he grasped it and yanked, causing my head to bow to the side, and the demon struck. His gleaming white teeth bit into my jugular, causing more blood to leak out of me. He backed up slightly, his tongue probing the wound, making it wider and deeper. Whimpers escaped my throat as the pain intensified. Finally, I felt the probe leave the bloody hole, and I felt Dominic’s heat graze away from my body. I looked up to see Dominic standing, his thumbs hidden in the top of his thong, about to pull it down.



“Turn over,” he growled. “It’s about to get nasty.” I started to roll over on my stomach, but before I had turned the whole way, I watched the thong fall to the floor; I saw him full and erect. I finished my roll, laying on my pallid stomach, my head to the side, comfortable as one could be. I felt his hand crawl across my nude flesh, intimate and lascivious. A few seconds later, I could feel the weight of the incubus on top of me. He reached over my head, bringing my arms above it, stretching them toward the headboard. I could feel the cool metal caress my wrist as Dom tightened the cuff to it. The chain of them slipped behind one of the pillars in the headboard, the other end attached to the cuff that clasped my other wrist. After we heard the final click, he descended down my back, his nails clawing up the flesh. I could feel the blood oozing from the marks. I could feel him scratching my epidermis still, could feel his sharp nails crawl over my buttocks. Next, he came back upward, but used his tongue this time, cleaning the mess he had created with long sultry movements. I could sense the bumps of the muscle pulsating against my back, pressing into my wounds. After a few more licks, Dom’s tongue slipped back into his mouth, and his hands dropped lower, spreading my cheeks apart.



Then, I felt him slide into me, and I let out a scream as the thickness of him clung to the sides. My hands convulsed in the sheets, and my back bowed while he pulled back out. I tried to relax as he began to enter me again, but the pain and the pleasurable lust were too much. He thrust inside of me again and back out. In and out as he gained speed, accelerated to match the beat of my pounding heart. I could hear groans escape his mouth, and my ears also heard the sound of moans in the air. They were mine. Dominic entered me once more, but this time he did not exit right away. He stayed inside of me, and I could feel him growing and morphing to fill the cavity it resided in. He no longer thrusted; he simply moulded his penis to fit perfectly inside of me. I don’t know how he did it, but it was pleasure beyond belief. He hit every intimate spot at every moment all at once. All of this was too much as I spasmed against the bed. I could feel him pounding inside of me, creating a drum inside the canal. Another moan escaped my throat as I cried his name.



“Dominic! God, Dominic! Dom-in-ic!” Every syllable came out between gasps, and I struggled underneath the boy, but the handcuffs kept me still. After a few more tugs, I felt him start to slide out again. His penis was back to normal size as he started to thrust into my arse. Over and over until the groans began to escape his throat again. Over and over when I felt him eject inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure as I lifted my head off the bed only to see a body standing in the now-open doorway. It was the body of Lucius Malfoy.









Lucius took his hand away from the swollen flesh of his son. His sterling eyes were glazed over, not even seeing the mutilated body underneath him, as he whispered,



“You said you’d never hurt me.”



Ende.





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