Fading into black

Fading into Black

Chapter 1

Special mention, while this fic was not intended to insult or upset anyone, it may unfortunately do just that. So please don’t take offence, while I accept constructive criticism, flames will go via the dodo bird, so do not waste your time. Other than that, the song in this fic is something I simply stumbled upon so a mention to Pearl Jams Immortality, a purely gratifying song, added to my list of absolute must listen too. Favourite is the cover done by Seether!!! The shiznit people! Check em out! Enjoy all, please review, I love to know how my writing can improve!

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The covers drew back, revealing a sight for which no one was prepared. Drawn… quartered… a gruesome sight, the flesh of the person was pustulating, covered in burns more than skin deep, marks, scratches, bruises. The pearlescent skin blemished forever. The sight of this….man as it were, frightened those would stood around and gaped at it…sickness, like bile began to crawl up his throat, slowly edging its way up into the mouth of him, and he could no longer hold it down. Out it came, it spilled forth in torrents… soaking the floor, his clothing, the surrounding people. Tears began to stream down his face, as he collapsed to his knees. The deepest despair overtook him, staring at the cold and lifeless eyes of his one time enemy, his best friend, the love of his life. Gone. And what of his baby? Taken, ripped from his lovers body. A gaping hole stood where the baby should have been. Only 1 month until this little baby was to experience all of life’s little pleasures. To breathe the fresh salty air.

Gone… and so it seemed, had everything that ever meant anything to him. Insanity took over, seizing him, like a eagle, carrying him away from his body and leaving being only an empty shell of what the man used to be. He was dead, gone forever, his baby taken, his life now in ruin. Who was he? Merely a man!

Logically, thought Harry, his lover could never…would never…but…how could he… VOLDEMORT. Harry’s answer to every dreadful day, every painful memory. More than a criminal, a dead man walking. This…thing, it was going to pay, and pay dearly. Never had anger so filled the young man. Anger at Voldemort, at the ministry, but especially, at himself. He could not breathe for want of the conviction that this, without a doubt, could not be prevented. When he thought back to all the times that Harry had been happy he could remember knowing, feeling that however happy he was, he was likely to feel the extreme of this in the way of sadness… nothing close to Harry ever lasted.

Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom cant adhere...

A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on...
But there’s a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...

As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered...executed anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...

A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on, too...
But saw the trapdoor in the sun...

Immortality...

I cannot stop the thought...I’m running in the dark...
Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...
Oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm...
And whiskers in the sink...
Truants move on...cannot stay long
Some die just to live... ohh...


The words seeped through his subconscious, as all conscious thought left him. He was lying in a hospital bed, crying silently into his starchy white pillow, praying that at any moment he could be taken away to the place where everyone and everything he loved had gone. What was it to live alone? A despairing place was this earth. A life without complexity, simplicity having been done away with. Harry felt small, independent of his own thoughts and experiences. He was able to clearly revisit everything that was no longer. His parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Lupin, Tonks, Fred, almost, all of the Weasley’s, Ginny, and now, the final cherry atop the hideous cake. Draco, his beloved Draco. Always there… at first only taunting, making it a rather unpleasant time for Harry.

But as Harry grew, he realised that years of what he often considered unpleasant and unwanted attention, was what Harry had always loved about the blond haired, grey eyed Slytherin. No! He was more than just a Slytherin to Harry. He was Harry’s complete opposite in everyway. Where Harry went right, Draco went left.

Nevertheless, how then did this seemingly odd couple manage to finally realise their attraction for one another? Through the accidental placement of jobs that saw both aurors placed within the same team at the ministry of magic. Although Harry had, at first distrusted Draco, he realised that without a doubt, Draco was the best person to fight next to. Draco saved Harry’s life on more than one occasion. The favour was returned often, and together they found that, although there personal relationship was something to be avoided, their professional relationship worked in perfect harmony.

From here, they decided that they should at least try the friend’s thing, simply to create a better atmosphere. There was no doubt that when Draco had applied for the auror position, he was put through a vast amount of rigoras training, as his father was discovered, or more likely uncovered as a death eater towards the end of Draco’s final year at Hogwarts. Draco had to work hard to dispel the image of a death eater’s son, and an arrogant Malfoy. Although many there were those who no amount of evidence would prove Draco innocent, he managed to convince many people, but most importantly, proved to be a person independent of his family and their connections.

He was always subjected to rigorous questioning and tracked for the first 4 years of his auror training, as an extra precaution. However, despite all this preamble, Draco made through and was able to join the most elite fighters of the dark side that has ever previously existed. Harry and Draco Had realised their attraction for killing the most infamous wizard known to their kind had ignited their passions for each other. On one particular trip, Harry and Draco were sent to track two known death eaters to their hideouts and capture them for interrogation.

Well, as can be imagined, ,all went well…that is until one of the death eaters managed to break free of his restraints and attacked Harry with unstoppable restraint Draco attempted to seize control of the death eater, but he was over thrown. Both were painfully bound and were apparated to a dark and damp cave, the smell of rotten food and flesh permeating the salty air. The men were carried inside and as the door closed, the men were thrown onto hard concrete slabs breathing rather harshly, the men were forced face down onto the cold surfaces as the death eaters began to strip away their robes. Panic had gripped Draco and he had heard of what would happen to the aurors who failed to successfully capture these two particular death eaters.

These were not your ‘average’ death eaters. They had a long history of raping and abusing their victims mercilessly before summoning the dark lord, who would take over until their victims no longer lived. So here they were, face down and being stripped of all their warm and comfortable layers. Draco was the first to be dragged up of the slab and forced upon the wall where the death eater bound his hands and feet to the shackles located upon the rough, cold surface. The death eaters proceeded to cast a silencing charm around the cave, but not on the victims, and continued to divest their clothing until both victims and death eaters alike were fully naked.

Draco tried to scream, but his voice was muffled by the hard stonewall and finally failed as the death eater began to slowly prowl towards his victim, savoring the sweet scent of fear and beheld the body that his was about to plumage. Draco was a fine specimen, tall and lean with tight muscles that rippled across his torso and down his body. He had a thin face with porcelain skin and high cheekbones that were beset with beautiful grey eyes. The Death eater was proud that he would be the first to devour this sweet delight and he slowly drew closer and closer to Draco.

Struggle as he might, Draco could not get free of the tightening bonds. Meanwhile Harry was sat up after he had also been divested of, all of his clothing and then the death eater manage to bind him and hang him up upon a swing like contraption that seemed to descend from the ceiling. From here, Harry could see everything that was about to happen to Draco. The death eater forced Harry’s eyes to remain open as he cast an imperius curse and a silencing charm on him, and Harry could only watch on in horror, unable to free himself and unable to look away from the nightmare that was about to occur. The death eater on the ground was drawing nearer and nearer to Draco. The death eater stood behind Draco and finally removed his mask. Harry could only gasp in horror as he immediately recognised who it was that was about to rape Draco. But how could he? His only son?

The long blond hair fell down his back as Lucius began to undress himself slowly, as if he was savoring every fearful moment that emitted from his son. Draco could not see who was behind him, but he recognised the scent of the man as he stood there removing his robes. Once Lucius was fully naked he reached out and begun to stroke his sons soft skin, trailing his finger down his spine and back up again. He moved the hair of Draco’s shoulders and began to kiss lightly along the top of his neck. Draco knew he was about to pay dearly for his choice to join the light side and could not help the slight whimper that escaped him as his father started kissing his shoulder blades and running his fingers down his back.

Lucius breathed in Draco’s scent and its intoxicating aroma almost overpowered him. Lucius bit down on the soft flesh and began to grope Draco’s skin more fervently. Lucius slowly parted Draco’s legs and began to slowly stroke the soft flesh between legs. How sweet this felt, he thought, how he wanted to just start pounding into him right now. NO! he thought. I must take my time, the fruits of my labour will be well worth it. Lucius continued his ministrations, careful not to bring Draco off as well as himself. Lucius moved closer to his son, pressed his body and resulting hardening member against him, and continued to delicately stroke Draco.

Lucius brought his hands around Draco’s hips and placed both hands upon his member, then slowly began to tug, only gently at first, but progressively getting harder and harder. After ½ and hour of this continued act, Lucius continued with while hand while he bought the other around Draco’s entrance. Lucius slowly rubbed it in slow circular motions, reveling in the fact that Draco was stiffening yet relaxing, unable to control his bodies natural instincts. Lucius slowly inserted and finger into Draco and began to draw it in and out soft tears began to run down Draco’s face as he realised that their was nothing he could do and Harry would not be saving him from this nightmare.

Lucius continued to slowly insert then remove his finger and after a few minutes added a second. He parted his legs wider as he increased the speed and found that he was much easier to access this way. Harder, harder, faster, faster, and finally Lucius self-restraint could last no further. Lucius’s rock hard member stood out leaking, ready to take the plunge. Lucius grabbed his cock and placed it at the tip of the entrance. He pushed on it hard, and it slid in as if a hand were to slide into a glove. In and out, in a out, pushing Draco against the wall while pumping him harder and harder.

As his speed increased, so did his ferocity. Lucius continued fucking him against the wall, pushed deep into depths until he could push no further. Faster, harder, faster, faster, faster. Blood was pouring down Draco’s leg as he was crying out in pain. Sobs wracked his body as his father continued to mercilessly push inside further and further. He had never experienced pain anything like this before. Lucius finally came what seemed like hours afterwards, but he was yet unfinished. Lucius kneeled down on the floor and slowly began to lick up the trail of blood and semen that ran down Draco’s inner thigh. He continued up until his entrance where he began licking and teasing. He went beyond the entrance for a third time that night. His tongue began to slip in and out of his entrance, again slow at first, then it increased until Lucius was hard again.

Lucius removed Draco’s hands from the wall and bound them together. He then conjured a chair which he sat down on, his penis rising vertical to his body. Lucius spread Draco’s cheeks far apart and forced Draco down upon him. He the began to move Draco up and down, once again fucking him senseless. In, out, in, out. Draco could not remember how many times it had occurred.

His father finally came then threw Draco against the wall where he bound him back in place, but this time faced Draco towards the rest of the cave. For the first time since entering the cave, Draco saw Harry naked, suspended and obviously shocked at what he just witnessed. Harry knew his turn was next. Lucius dressed himself and turned to the remaining death eater. “Make sure you fuck him hard, but don’t kill him, the dark lord wants to taste his flesh. With that, Lucius had apparated, leaving Harry alone to his torturous fate. Harry frantically tried to think of how he could escape. There was no escape. The death eater stripped and moved toward Harry with an almost animalistic quality that Harry recognised. Fenrir’s body was covered in a light grey hair, the covered almost his entire body.

He drew the swing down, conjured another slightly lower one, and placed himself inside it. The odd thing about this swing was that it had a sort of gap in the middle, where two straps would support the upper thighs but would leave his entrance entirely open. Fenrir closed the distance between Harry and himself and without preamble shoved both his fingers straight up into Harry’s opening. He then proceeded to fuck Harry with his fingers, making sure that each inward motion would be hard and each outward motion he dragged his dirty fingernail down the sides of the inner wall. He eventually began placing more and more fingers into his opening and fucking with ceaseless care. Eventually his hole fist was inside Harry and the pain almost made him pass out.

Fenrir wrenched Harry off the swing and threw him, still bound, down upon the concrete slab. Fenrir positioned Harry so that he was on his knees and his legs were far apart, allowing fenrir to gaze loving at the bleeding entrance of the boy-who-was-about-to-be-fucked-till-dead. Fenrir roughly grabbed his huge, throbbing cock and pushed in roughly and hard. He pounded into Harry, each stroke getting harder and harder. He felt as if he were being split into two. Fenrir dug his nails into Harry’s back and etched claw marks into his skin. Fenrir came in a flurry of blood and sweat. Harry collapsed and passed out as the blood came in torrents down his broken body. There was a sudden pop in the room, and Draco who was staring horror faced at Harry, turned to see his worst of all nightmares. Lord Voldemort had come, and something sinister in the back of Draco’s mind told him that, indeed, he would die tonight.

To be continued….

Wow people, longest chapter ever! I cannot believe it! And this was meant to be the beginning to my insane ramblings, not an actual chapter in a story that has nothing to do with my current fic! I love plot bunnies!!! Please note, I DO NOT CONDONE INCEST  I could not think of any other significant character that may have drawn shock value.