Descent into Darkness

Note: I don't own these characters; I just play with them. Ms. Rowling does, however, and her policy regarding fanfics can be found here: http://www.writersu.net/?link=authpolicy&id=107

Warning: Though it might be somewhat redundant at this site, I prefer to place warnings unnecessarily rather than neglect them and be flamed for it. This fic contains dark elements. The style it's written in makes it less graphic, but it's still rape, no matter how yook aok at it. Also, I'm well aware of the fact that students at Hogwarts graduate the year they turn eighteen, which would make these characters underage. However, I would like you to consider that in Sweden, where I live, you're free to have sex at fifteen, as long as it's not visual (as in pornographic videos and photos). I don't consider fanfiction to be visual.

And When He Falleth

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It's all your fault. You know that, don't you? You always tempt me with your supercilious smile and scornful words. Tempt me to hurt you, to break you. I want to see some other expression in your eyes. I want to see an expression in your eyes.

This room is charmed. No matter how much you shout for help, no one will hear. And no one will come in on us either, since there are no visible doors to it, and no one else but me knows about it.

Your damned beauty. It was your beauty that led me to this. I want to ruin your self-confidence, creating something between us that no one else will ever know.

You struggle in your ropes as I touch your face. You spit curses at me, demanding I let you go. At that I smile. Oh, I will let you go. Soon. I don't say that, though. It would spoil the surprise.

You don't know yet. You have no idea about what you've driven me to.

As I slide my finger across your lips you try to bite me. I slap you lightly, reprovingly, and frown down at you where you lie on the desk. At that, you spit at me. I wipe the spittle from my cheek and chuckle.

You are so beautiful. Your eyes are flashing angrily, and a never-ending stream of curses runs from your mouth. There is only one thing to do to silence you, and I do that.

You stiffen as my lips touch yours, and a shocked expression enters your eyes. I force myself on you, crush your lips, plunder your mouth with my tongue. You don't attempt to bite me now; perhaps you are simply too shocked.

As I raise my head, I have the satisfaction of seeing you dumbfounded. You lick your lips in a way that sends electric currents straight to my groin. Hoarsly you ask me what I think I'm doing.

I smile at you. Am I out of my mind, you ask then. I don't know, but if I am, it's your fault.

When I take out the knife, you flinch. Perhaps you aren't as brave when you are alone. I slide the tip of the knife along your throat, taking pleasure in seeing you strain to control your shivers, to lie autelutely still.

Please, you whisper, and then I see the self-disgust in your eyes. You hate yourself for pleading. I would, too. I take mercy on you, just because of that self-disgust, and quickly slit your shirt open. A sharp intake of breath comes from you before you realize what's happened.

Not that you really have to worry. You still have your robe whole. It would have been satisfying to destroy it, too, because of what it represents, but I slipped it off your shoulders before I tied you up. It lies on the floor, just waiting for me to release you.

Your trousers and underwear suffer the same fate as your shirt. I still for a few moments, admiring your pale beauty, the clean lines and taut muscles.

A natural blond. I trail a finger through the soft curls around your soft cock. You shudder; from revulsion or unexpected sensations I cannot tell. Either way, I don't care. Tomorrow we might be like always towards each other, but tonight I own you, whether you understand that or not.

Sssh, I soothe. I let my fingers travel upwards, noting with surprised amusement how the muscles of your belly jump as I pass a certain spot. Up, up, my fingers travel, pausing to play for a moment with your darkly rose-coloured nipples.

You draw a ragged breath as I scratch lightly with my nails, and I smile.

You tell me you hate me. I know, I reply, smiling, and you shudder again. You have ceased cursing me, your voice exhausted from all the yelling.

I bend over your chest, reaching out with my tongue to flick at one of your now erect nipples. Again I'm rewarded with a less than controlled breath. I linger at your nipples for a while, licking and nibbling, noting how your breath grows more and more irregular.

Again and again you whisper how much you hate me. You order me to stop, but your voice lacks conviction, and it sounds more like a plea. I look up at your face, and see that you have turned it away, your face flushed, your eyes closed. I wonder for a few seconds at the reason, before I look at the whole of you, and see that your cock is now at least semi-erect.

I smirk, and slowly, slowly draw one nail against its length. It grows a bit more, as if straining for my touch. A sobbing breath escapes you, and you tell me how hard you will kill me for this.

I wander up to your face again, and reach out with my tongue to lick at your lips. Doesn't it feel good, I ask you. Why don't you just let go, and accept that for the moment, you belong to me.

No, you whisper, denying everything. It does not feel good, and you don't belong to me. You never have, and you never will, you tell me. It's just in my sick imagination.

At that I smile. Yes, I reply, but it's in my sick imagination you exist at the moment.

I have the satisfation of wringing a keening cry from you, as you once more struggle to get free.

To take your mind off getting loose, I quickly lower myself to your crotch, and breathe gently on your cock before reaching out and giving it a quick lick. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you stop struggling. I smile. It's so easy once it's begun, the descent.

Are you a virgin, I ask you.

You stop breathing and stare at me, horror dawning on your face. Perhaps for a short time you had been able to fool yourself, but now you understand.

I smile at you sympathetically and close my hand around your cock. Your head falls back again at that first touch, but it shoots up again as quickly when I squeeze hard. Answer me, I order you.

You don't at first, and I squeeze harder, embedding my nails in the soft skin. You bite your lip to not scream, and I order you again to answer.

You've been with girls, you admit and then quickly shake your head when I query about boys.

As I release my grip, you relax again, but I notice that your cock is even harder. I smirk at that information.

Stop it, you beg me. Please stop.

I have no intention of stopping until I am satisfied. It brings such sweet pleasure to see you this abandoned, in such pain because I make you feel good.

I slowly bend over your groin, and take your cock into my mouth. A shocked cry is wrung from you as I take you to the root.

As I glance up at your face, I see your mouth moving, but no sounds emerge. I continue to go down on you, enjoying the turmoil of emotion that passes across your face.

When your breath starts to quicken too much, I stop. You let out a keening wail, and I chuckle.

You start cursing me again, with desperation clear in your voice. I decide enough is enough. My own cock is threatening to burst out of my pants, and I long to feel your virgin ass all around it.

I drop my cloak to the floor. To my chagrin it falls across yours, embracing it like an old friend or a lover. I resolutely decide not to care about it, and turn my attention to you and to the rest of my clothing.

Your eyes seem glued to me. You watch my every move with a despairing hunger. It won't take long before you yield completely to me.

I undress slowly, taking extreme pleasure in how you strive to control your body. Finally, I stand naked in front of you. I enjoy your gaze, caress my body to tease you.

You give off a strangled sound, and I step up to you. I've measured the desk you lie on carefully before making any moves against you. I know that it's of comfortable height, and that, although it now ends at your knees, when I reposition you, reducing the slack I've so far given your arms, your arse will lie right at the edge.

I warn you that if you cause any trouble, I will carve my initials into your chest, and then I release your legs from the desk. Obviously, you prefer an unmarked chest, for you don't resist, and when I let go of your ankles you don't move your legs an inch.

I grab hold of your thighs and pull you further down towards me. As my cock touches your ass, you shudder and twist slightly, trying to move away. You desist when I look firmly at you and start to reach for the knife.

Better, I tell you, and with a quick spell lubricates my cock. A whimper escapes you as I begin to press inside you, and I can see you struggling to remain still.

You're tight. So tight, and you make me want to come immediately. But I restrain myself, hold still while I slowly climb down from the brink of orgasm. Then, when I'm certain I won't come at once, I start moving.

It's really a shame, at the same time as it's not so bad. While I held still, you had a chance to adjust yourself, get used to my cock inside your arse. It's a shame, since I won't get to see your face contort with pain. It sort of makes it better, since you won't be able to escape the pleasure I can bring you.

At first, you attempt to keep your face neutral, but then, suddenly, your body stiffens, and your head bends back while your mouth opens in a silent O.

You start cursing me again, telling me to go to Hell. Your breath is irregular, as mine is growing, and often you forget the words in the middle of a sentence. Admit it. Admit how good it feels when I'm fucking you.

I can no longer restrain myself, and I speed up. At this, you scream, your voice heavy with pleasure. Fuck, you repeat again and again, once for each of my thrusts. Sometimes your voice is little more than a breath, but I'm not certain you notice.

It feels so good to see you abandon all restraints and writhe with pleasure. Your feet slip down from the desk once or twice, and you quickly bring them up again. I'm not certain whether it is because you fear my initials on your chest or just because you need me to fuck you.

Then you scream, a long, wailing scream as you come, and come hard. Your ass clenching around me brings me off as well, and I collapse over you.

When I recover, you still seem to be gone. I quickly get dressed, and untie your hands before I slip out the door, leaving you to return to your senses alone.

Tomorrow we'll be like before; rivals. But we will both always know that I have owned you, and that you liked it. I was your first, and that is one reason you will never forget me.

Outside, I take a deep breath, straighten my glasses and turn towards the Gryffindor dorms, my brown eyes showing nothing of the satisfaction I feel inside.

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Hmm.... Well, it wen't approximately as I had intended. Please tell me what you think, OK?
And remember, this is an AU, so don't mind any irregularities in character.
Please. I'm doing this just to have fun.