So Much For My Happy Ending

Disclaimer: Only HP related because it involves two charries from an RPG where they are played at. I didn’t feel like putting as much wand play into this as I have with others.

A/N: This is kind of Harry Potter related because this does take place at Hogwarts in the Slytherin Prefect Dorms, slight use of magic, and both Cameron, Chayas and Terry are played on a HP RPG. I only own Cameron and Chayas, and I have no affiliations with JKR and her wonderful creations...This is going to have at least...another Chapter...maybe with wand magic... -_-

Enjoy


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Never once did he think that this was real…and yet it was.

Cameron paced about in the bedroom that he shared with the two boys, glancing at his watch from time to time as he did so, the candles that had been spinning about the room were now puddles of wax because he hadn’t been able to concentrate long enough to keep the spell going perfectly. This had been his night to spend with his boyfriend, and instead, he had received an Owl half way through the evening, stating that Terry had plum forgotten about their romantic evening and had gone out with Chayas for a night on the town and a quick nightcap…which really meant that they were going to a motel to fuck like rabbits, where Cameron couldn’t burst in a stop them. That didn’t help curb his anger…instead made him a force not to be reckoned with…and that was what was going to be awaiting his boyfriend and his new toy when they finally decided to come home. And then he was going to fuck them up…there was no doubt in his mind.

The snapping and popping of someone apparating met his ears, and he darted into the closet just in the nick of time, his boyfriend and his new Slytherin dog bounding into the room, trying to be quiet, though obviously not being able to do so, their giggles sending shudders down his spine. Well, he wasn’t going to allow that to happen for too much longer. Peaking through the slit in the doors, he watched as Terry threw his arms about the older boy, squealing as Chayas pressed his lips to the boy’s neck, those hands trailing down the boy’s body…it was making Cameron mad…someone else was touching his boyfriend (though he had agreed to it in a sense) and yet he was turned on because of the look on the boy’s face…it was sheer…well, it was something and it made Cameron want to come then and there. But no, he was going to wait until the right moment, until he could hurt both of these boys and yet have a little fun with them at the same time.

He was seriously fucked in the head.

Watching the two boys was starting to grow harder for him, and he had to look away as he heard Terry purr, that purr he knew all too well, normally happening when he was undressing the smaller boy, and placing light and teasing kisses everywhere. It sucked that he had to share that purr with someone else, someone who was claiming Terry’s body as his own for the evening. Whining softly, he shoved his hand into his pants and stroked his hard length, grimacing in the process because he didn’t want to expend what was meant for Terry with an act of self love, but it didn’t seem like he would be coming out of the closet any time soon, and Chayas was slowly peeling off his own clothing now, so he had a feeling that he was going to take his sweet and precious time with the boy…fine, he would get what was coming to him though and in abundance. Grinning harshly, he threw off his own clothing and just watched the boys, his hand wrapped around his length, awaiting his next action.

Chayas pushed the boy lightly onto the bed, ascending onto him, his mouth attaching to every area that was free, his hands stroking the boy’s sides as he slowly pushed his legs upwards, forcing Cameron to look away as he thrusted into the boy, those cries letting the other Slytherin know that the two were fucking on his bed…but so be it. The hand around his dick started to stroke the aroused flesh roughly and he grunted, leaning his head on the door as he started to get into the act, his hips thrusting as his hand slid up and down, small groans matching the whimpers of his boyfriend as the other boy fucked his ass hard (the sounds made it seem that way). Cameron moaned as he felt the precum seep from the tip of his cock, the boy on his bed writhing and squirming, Cameron shutting his eyes to imagine that he was thrusting into the small boy’s ass instead of his rough feeling hand, but it wasn’t quite helping, even though he was getting close to a short orgasm.

But things didn’t always go as planned.

Leaning against the door, he felt the wood shake as he violently continued to stroke himself, his other hand fingering his balls, the cries in his room echoing about as he shortly joined in, mingling with the sound of the fucking boys, his own cries drowning them out. Suddenly the door sprung open and fell onto the floor of the room, much to the surprise of the other two boys, who had stopped when the other Slytherin sprawled out onto the carpet. Giving them a shaky grin, he stood up and tried to regain his composure, but Terry’s eyes locked onto his hard erection and licked his lips, causing Cameron’s composure to buckle and he felt his body tremble underneath that one gaze. “Don’t look at me like that!” Cameron shouted, causing Chayas to jump back startled, Terry just laughing at his aroused boyfriend, laughing despite the fact that Chayas had just pulled his dick violently out of his ass. He was only asking for it now and Cameron, fully embarrassed, was ready to give it to him.

It left him with one option. Pulling out his wand from under the mattress, he flicked it at Chayas and bound the boy like a pig, his hands and feet tied in front of him, leaving him flopping about on the ground like a fish out of water. With Terry, the silk sashes were already starting to tie his lithe body down, though he had been flipped onto his stomach, and blindfolded so that he couldn’t see anything that was going to happen to his precious toy. One of the candles floated down from the ceiling as Cameron kneeled down next to Chayas, tsking underneath his breath, pushing him completely onto his back. “You know, I wouldn’t have been so angry if this hadn’t been my night with Terry that you stole from me.” Shrugging his shoulders, he turned the boy onto his hands and knees as best as he could and poured the hot wax onto the boy’s ass, spreading his cheeks so that it could hit that sensitive hole…Cameron wanted him to feel as much pain as possible.

Pain made him laugh…every time.

On the ground, Chayas screamed from the pain of the hot wax hitting his ass, writhing as it slipped slightly into his opening, the skin searing in the process, knowing that he was going to hurt there in the morning, but it didn’t seem to be all that the boy had in store for him. Cameron grabbed the bottle of wine that he had especially poofed in for this night and shoved it up his ass without thinking about it, Chayas groaning as the pain shot throughout his spine, his eyes watering in the process. Cameron twisted the bottle inside of him, continuing to push it in as far as it would go, feeling it brush the boy’s prostate, using his elbows to shove it in further, the anguish cries of the boy making him laugh, even though it looked like Terry was starting to realize the severity of this all, the color draining from his face, tears already streaking from underneath the blindfold, and the boy whimpering for him to stop already…but he wasn’t going to give in so soon…fuck no.

Grabbing the boy’s hair, he pushed his head down and into the floorboards quickly, repeating the action a few times before the boy slumped over where he was, a satisfied smile appearing on his face before getting up an crawling onto the bed where the boy was writhing about, asking questions about if Chayas was alive, Cameron not saying a damn word. Fingers scraped along the boy’s chest and stomach roughly as he thought about what he could do to his boyfriend to really make him squirm, that sick smile spreading on his face as he grabbed and twisted the boy’s cock, just to tease him, the anguished cry making him laugh heartedly. This was rather enjoyable; he couldn’t deny himself of that. Placing his thumbnail against the side of the boy’s neck, he pressed it in, digging about until it cut the skin, bending down and sucking at the blood that pooled up slightly on the skin, smacking his lips after he drank the boy dry, licking at the wound a few times to make sure it was done bleeding.

The first of many wounds today.

It was almost like he was losing his senses because of the fact that his before was allowing someone else to touch his body and that was a filth that needed to be burnt off of the boy, and he meant in the literal sense. His hand groped for a wand and clenched his fist about the rod, pointing it to the boy’s flesh and watching as a burning green flame leapt from the tip of the wand and burned its way up the boy’s body, those anguished screams from his lover only making him want to fuck his small ass now, but no…he would have him regretting his action before he took him as his own. “Suck it up you fag!” he yelled at the boy, touching the wand to the boy’s leg, another flame going onto the boy’s skin, before throwing the wand violently to the floor, not caring that it had shot a spell or two off in his wake, knowing that Chayas was getting the brunt of the magic. He could only imagine the other Slytherin being stupefied by the wand, laughing under his breath at the thought of the boy being battered.

Turning his attentions back on the screaming and writing boy, he watched as the fire was absorbed into the boy’s body, Terry’s small frame thrusting upwards at the pain that he had to be feeling at that moment, Cameron’s hand meeting his midriff to push him back onto the bed, pushing his fingers into the boy’s sensitive stomach, wrenching it about and causing the younger boy to feel so much pain. “You did this to yourself,” he whispered, not denying the fact that he wanted to cry at the sight of his boyfriend in such a state, but he was being driven mad with the fact that he had been pushed aside so that the other boy could have some mindless sex that night…it had been his turn damn it, and he wouldn’t let the other two boys forget that he was the alpha male…that he would get to fuck whenever he wanted to and that whenever it was his turn, it was best not to push him aside and deny him. “And here I was going to…well…be romantic…and give you a gift…but fuck you.”

He didn’t mean it…he really didn’t mean it.

Sliding off of the bed, he focused his attentions on the cowering boy, pulling the drawer open and grabbing a bag of something…well, it clinked and that was all that anyone could make out…but Cameron had something…interesting in this bag and he was going to use it on the boy. He didn’t care about Chayas, he didn’t want to fuck him, but he wanted him to suffer. Pushing the boy onto his back, he pried open the bag and pulled out a small bead, holding it in front of the boy. “Do you know what this is?” he asked, though he wasn’t waiting for an answer, his hand moving to the boy’s quivering dick, gripping it tightly in one hand, his hand holding the bead closing in on the tip of the boy’s dick. “Do you know what I am going to do with this?” he asked, cooing softly at the boy, not even seeing that he was paling as he did so, grinning broadly before taking the bead and shoving it into the boy’s tiny hole on the tip of his cock, grinning widely at the high pitched screams, the small drop of blood making him moan.

Without thinking, he took another bead and shoved it into the boy’s head, followed by another, and another, and he continued to do so until he had shoved almost 10 of the beads into the boy’s cock, his fingers coated with blood, reaching up and smearing it over Chayas’ lips before sucking it off of himself. “Shame that you had to learn your lesson the hard way,” he said in a dangerous tone, standing up, tossing the bag onto the stand, just staring down at the boy. “I guess next time you won’t take my Terry away when I have plans on fucking him…you jack ass.” Lifting his leg, he brought it down hard onto the boy’s face, the sickening crack making him shiver in excitement, Terry’s wails barely heard over the moans of the hurting boy…but Cameron ignored them both…this was their fault…he had drove them to this madness and until he got it all out of his system, he was going to just exact whatever revenge he needed too…to hell what happened with Terry and Chayas at that moment.

Obviously he wasn’t right in the head.

Closing his eyes, he Accio’d a bottle of firewhiskey, taking a large swig, though not swallowing, moving back to Terry on the bed and shoving his legs apart violently, pushing his hips up and giving him access to that pretty little ass. His lips descended on the boy’s crack, parting once they reached that puckered opening and quickly he blew the burning fluid inside of the small hole, before thrusting his tongue inside, sucking out the alcohol, his tongue moving easily into the boy, that moan coming out of his mouth again. Oh this was good, this was very good indeed. He hadn’t thought that the combination of the alcohol and the boy’s natural juices would actually do it for him, but he was pleased with the exotic taste that they boy now had and he madly pushed his tongue in and out of the boy, slurping and making sure that he didn’t miss a drop, the boy twisting and turning, his wails turning into muffled cries and moans, and Cameron knew that his sick boyfriend was getting off to this.

“Yes, that’s right…make me hot baby,” he purred, throwing the bottle aside, knowing that it was a waste of alcohol, but whatever, reaching for the hard plastic toy in his drawer, pulling it out and muttering a spell, the thing purring and coming to life. “Your birthday gift to me…how appropriate.” Without a warning, he shoved the hard vibrator up the boy’s ass, squealing as the younger cried out harshly, before moving to the boy’s throbbing dick, swooping in and taking the entire thing into his mouth, dragging his teeth roughly over it as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking harshly, wanting to make the boy come so that he could have his turn. His hand pulled the vibrator in and out of the boy’s ass, thrusting it roughly against his prostate (which elicited the boy’s loudest scream yet) feeling his cock harden suddenly and go rigid in his mouth, knowing fully well that soon he would be drinking in the yummy cum. Which he wasn’t disappointed, being rewarded with it after another few short thrusts and strokes.

“Filthy whore,” he spat at the boy after he had swallowed.

Brushing his mouth with the boy of his hand, he yanked the vibrator out of the boy’s ass and held it to the boy’s lips. “Suck on it,” he commanded, watching as the shaken boy took the sex toy into his mouth, sucking on it haphazardly, not realizing that all the while Cameron was scooting in closer, until he thrusted violently into the boy’s swollen and bleeding ass, causing Terry to cry about the vibrator, which only caused Cameron to push the shaking object into the boy’s mouth some more. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, but snapping the boy’s mouth shut about the plastic toy, he took the boy and fucked him like a maniac, no conscious thought in his mind and he thrusted in deeply and quickly, knowing that he was ripping the boy, also knowing that Terry wasn’t going to come near him for a long time after this, but it was too late, the damage had been done and this time, he knew that it wasn’t a dream…this was all too real.

Coming shortly inside of the boy, he whipped himself out of him and walked to the private baths, turning them on and going back for the bruised, broken, and bloodied boy, tossing him into the soapy waters, before getting the other boy and adding him into the mixture as well. He already had Terry, so now they could be together…though Chayas would be pulling beads out of his dick for the next week if Cameron had shoved them in far enough. “Some times I wonder if I am even worth being your boyfriend,” he muttered, looking down at the boy who was in obvious pain, a pain that he wasn’t going to take care of…not this time. “Maybe you would have been better off being with him…look what I do when I get mad.” It wasn’t the first time he said such things, wouldn’t be the last time, but he didn’t know what else to do. “Cameron, you are a fucking prick, but I still love you…” came the meek reply, though it fell on deaf ears as the older boy walked out of the room.

No happy ending this time around.