dresden_kink | Round Four IS CLOSED

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Round Four: Closed

Read this first. Do it. It's not here to be pretty.

The Rules. Including the Posting Guidelines. aka:

In the first line of your fill, please include:

Character(s)/Pairing(s)/Threesome(s)/Moresome(s) as applicable; Any kinks included; MANDATORY WARNINGS if there is dubcon or noncon, underage characters in sexual situations, and/or major character death. Please don't conflate warnings and kinks; treat each individually, and use your pairings to indicate gen/het/slash/multi/&c. Do not warn for het, slash, or otherwise.

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ROUND FOUR IS CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS AND FILLS. GO TO ROUND FIVE. YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR ROUND FOUR WIPS HERE.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

“They're afraid of you. You remind them of a dark thread through their history. Something they would rather forget. And they cannot be allowed to forget it, Harry. Most of the other warlocks died when their masters were killed. You are one of the few left alive to remind them of their sins. Don't let their shame and fear control you, not any longer.” I let him go and he took a jerky step back from me.

“That's always how you win our arguments, isn't it? Just give me an order.”

“I didn't give you any orders, Harry. I'm asking you to do this. For me, for yourself. Forget them. The ones who look at you as though you're nothing. What about the children that they are bringing in as apprentices? Do you want them to get their history only from these narrow minded people? They'll hide the blood their society was built on.”

“So just order me. Tell me to do it. That way you'll get what you want. That's what's important, right?” He sounded so bitter. Tired.

“I'm not going to order you. I'm asking you to think about it. What's more important? Helping me reform wizard society or another three years of school? Think about it. I know you'll make the right decision.” I reached for his hand and he jerked it away. “Come to bed, Harry. Please.”

“No.” He stared at me. I read the look in his eyes, angry and defiant. 'Make me', he didn't say. I saw it there just the same. I rose and grabbed his arm just below the elbow, my grip tight enough to be felt.

“Stop being a child and get in the bed.” Harry jerked against my grip and shoved at my other shoulder. My balance wavered a little but held and I used my hold on him to throw him off center and tangle one foot behind his ankles. Harry grabbed at me as he fell, and we landed in a tangle of limbs on the bed.

We strove against one another, shouting and cursing meaningless words at one another. Harry caught me under the chin with an elbow and my head snapped back, blood in my mouth from where I'd bitten my tongue. I held on, dodged the next blow and then there was hot, muscled flesh beneath my hands, slick with sweat and I found that I had grown perversely hard in the middle of the fight, my erection poking through the front of my pajamas and leaving a thin, dark trail over the back of Harry's boxers as he thrashed against me. I fought my way on top of Harry, who was on his hands and knees, beginning to rise to throw me off. I slid my arm up around his throat, tucked in close under his chin and rocked forward, forcing him to feel me.

Harry froze, his fingers digging at my wrist and gave a long, slow shudder. I could envision the look in his eyes. The warm brown of them suddenly darker, almost frightening in their focus and intensity, every part of him drawn down to focus on that one primal drive. The painful grip he had on me relaxed and I removed my arm. He shifted backward, meeting my next thrust and we both moaned.

“...freak...” Harry whispered it in a little sing-song voice that stuttered and fluctuated down into a moan. I laughed into the back of his neck, biting a little at the skin just above the collar as he yanked the nightstand open and nearly threw the slick at me.

I opened the slit of my pants all the way and made short work of preparing myself before I turned my attention to Harry. His boxers, old and thin as they were ripped as I pulled at them and Harry yelped at the sound, the feeling of the scraps of soft cloth trailing down the backs of his thighs as they fell making him twitch. I could see his erection hanging low and heavy, ready again for me.

There was an urgent feeling, a nudging at the back of my mind, hurryhurrynownow all in an angry, bright red flash, the anger we both still felt tied up with the familiar feel of one another, the desire to touch and have that had worked its way so deep into us that there was no prying it out.

I held myself back long enough to spread Harry open on my fingers and slick him in the most perfunctory of fashions. Then I was slamming forward and Harry was making those fantastic, breathless screams that he made, his body gripping me and dragging me in, trying to devour me it felt like. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing slow and loving. I fucked Harry and he took it, finding my rhythm and meeting it, driving himself back to take me in deeper, harder, faster, until it felt like too fast, too much.

I started to slow down, to withdraw. Harry growled and clenched, trapping me inside of him. He eased his hold just enough to drive back onto me quickly one last time and then he was coming, a hot, wet grip that pulled my soul out through my dick and I came into him, unable to move as he milked me with the force of his own pleasure.

“Off.” Harry pushed at my shoulder an eternity later, the angle awkward, the movement lacking any real strength. I struggled to my knees, gently withdrawing from him. There were thin streaks of blood on my spent sex, highlights of color through the white-clear gleam of come and slick.

“You're bleeding.”

“Hmmm...?” Harry was already half asleep, the energy from the fight and then the fucking leaving him hollowed out and sleepy. I shifted his long legs aside and took a careful look at him. It wasn't bad, one or two tiny tears. I'd gone too fast. Not enough patience, not enough preparation.

Harry began to snore a little as I cleaned us up and took care of him before I blew out the lights and joined him.

There were days when I missed the innocent Harry had been, but they were few and far between.

ooooo that pairing list. :settles in for creepy awesomeness:

Yeah, that about describes it. Creepy and hopefully awesome!

I love this universe so much! I'm happy that you've decided to continue exploring it.

Infinity sounds about perfect 8D

The angry sex was hot! Such a promising beginning.

All the blame/thanks go to forestgreen for me continuing in this verse. Actually, *all* the blame for this verse goes to forest. Hah! I have a patsy for this thing! :D It's ALL forests fault. ALL of it!

Glad you're loving it!

I'm somehow failing to feel the shame here :) Bring on the blame.

There are no words to describe how much I love the mind-fuckery that is this universe and how, how much I love it. You know I've given it my best try. I'll spare fellow memers the squeaking with joy and the long meta-thoughts (for now anyway).

I approve of your counting technique: Infinity, lol!

Heee! I have somehow gotten the impression that you have feelings about this fic. Somehow. :)

Hmmm...how long can you last until you start spouting meta again? *rubs hands in evil glee*

Round Four IS CLOSED

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