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"Yes, actually." |
He smiled at her, dazzlingly, and set down his coffee mug, reaching across the table. |
"I'm Tom, by the way," he offered, holding out a hand. |
"Hermione," she replied, accepting it. |
"Would you like to have dinner with me, Hermione?" |
She felt the summer heat searing through her chest. |
"I thought you'd never ask." |
Oh, I'm not leaving you alone |
You could write this love in stone |
He tasted like whisky when he put his mouth on hers. Sweet, sticky-hot, a little burn of liquor. He slid his fingers through her curls, gave her hair a tug. They barely made it through his front door before she was in his arms, her legs twined around his waist while they staggered into his living room. She tugged at hi... |
"Too fast?" he asked, panting. |
She gripped his hair. "Faster," she said, and he shimmied down between her legs, eagerly yanking her hips forward. |
He sucked at her clit through her jean shorts, licking the sweat from her thighs. She moaned, letting him force her legs wide, grinding against his mouth, gritting his name between her teeth. He shifted to remove the shorts, her thong, depositing them both on the floor and flipping onto his back. |
"Come here," he said, gripping her hips as she straddled his jaw, stripping herself of her shirt and watching his face with fascination. She tugged at the roots of his hair, fixing her observation on his blue eyes while he slid his tongue into her, over her, never once dropping his gaze from hers. Her other kills had b... |
They stumbled to his bedroom, stripping each other of what little clothing remained. The air was tormentingly thick, the taste of his skin salty with sweat. She bit at his chest, his jaw, running her tongue down his abdomen, savoring him. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, once. He shuddered, shivered. |
"Beg for me," she said. |
"Please," he gritted out, his fingers tight in her hair. "Please, Hermione, put me out of my fucking misery—" |
She smiled, slowly wrapping her lips around his tip, tongue sliding down his shaft. He made a low sound, a groan; "Please." She fondled him while she sucked him, hands traveling over him, slicing him with her nails. The fibers of his muscle were so satisfyingly tactile, and she was almost sorry when he yanked her up, p... |
"We're going to fuck now," he informed her gruffly, and she laughed, letting him kiss her neck. |
She slid onto his cock with careful deliberation. The kind of deliberation she used to select her targets, choosing the truly satisfying victims, the rare and despicable evils, from the myriad of men who deserved to die. She always spent months on it, researching them, cataloguing them by parts and planning how they wo... |
It occurred to her the loss of his dick would be a waste. It filled her perfectly, so beautifully shaped she nearly came just from holding him inside her. Maybe he was innocent? She moved her hips in a slow circle; tantalizing, meticulous, coy. He thrusted up and she arched her back, glorying in the instincts of motion... |
He wrenched around, landing her on her back, the friction so good she was half-delirious, her head nearly falling from the mattress as he reached around, stabilizing them both. She had one hand fisted in the duvet, the other twisted in his hair, and he was so good, so good and so thick, and she was so wet, so wet, it w... |
Tom's teeth dug into her neck, somewhere near her carotid. She felt a rush of fear, of euphoria. These were the best places, the most dangerous ones. She never felt ecstasy more fully than when she was on the brink of terror, shivering with awe. Fear was as primal as sex, equally as compelling. The rush of adrenaline w... |
It built, mounting uncontrollably. He was so good, so fucking good, hitting her right there, right where she wanted, scratching an itch no one else could reach, and she let her head fall back, neck bared to slip over the edge of the bed, eyes closed and mouth parted while she came closer, closer and closer and— |
The moment she came, white light exploded behind her eyes like fireworks, pleasure in bursts of torment, and the moisture between her legs was so powerful she was dripping with it, the smell of viscous copper reached her nose as she struggled to breathe, unable to lift her head from where it slammed against the edge of... |
"It won't be quick this way," Tom whispered in her ear, yanking the knife from her abdomen. "You'll still feel it for some time." |
Hermione shuddered, eyes falling shut as Tom slid a bloody finger over her lips. |
"I wondered how you would die," he said. "The moment I saw you watching me, I couldn't resist." |
He leaned forward, still inside her, thumb stroking devotedly at her clit. |
"You're so beautiful, Hermione," he whispered, and when he kissed her, she smiled, letting the pain sear into the stupefaction of empty rapture as she gasped into his still-hot mouth. |
Pairing: Nottpott (Theo Nott x Harry Potter) |
Universe: muggle AU |
Rating: M for sex, blasphemy |
"Out of bed at this hour, Potter?" |
Harry turned, catching a glimpse of Theo from the corner of his eye, and bit back the sort of reply that might have earned him more Hail Marys than he presently had time for. The only thing more rigid than the rules at St. Hogwart's School for Boys were the consequences for breaking them, and Harry could think of at le... |
"What do you want, Nott?" |
Theo's reply was his usual lazy drawl. "Depends what you have to offer me." |
"Nothing," Harry said, "like always." |
"So this is nothing, then?" |
"This? Just a dream, Nott," Harry replied, gesturing to himself. "Go back to sleep." |
"Perhaps I should summon the Headmaster," Theo mused, serpentine as always. "See if he'd like to weigh in on the consequence of dreams, theologically speaking." |
Harry's eyes narrowed. That was a minute gone, at least, but Theo was obviously not in a mood to be rushed. "Is there a purpose to this?" he asked, pointedly tapping his foot. |
Theo reached him in the corridor with a few long strides, hands tucked into his trouser pockets. "Without rules, Potter, society disintegrates." |
"I didn't think you cared much for society, Nott." |
"I love all creatures, Potter. Great and small." |
"How holy of you," Harry said drily. "Are you merciful, too?" |
"Is it my mercy you require?" |
"If that satisfies you, yes." |
Theo's dark gaze flicked over him. "Not nearly as much as the alternative." He paused, and then, in a sly murmur, "Meeting someone?" |
"Why should I tell you?" |
"Makes no difference to me," Theo said, shrugging. "The rules are broken regardless of motive. Surely you know Dumbledore won't take kindly to hearing you've been wandering the halls at night." |
"Well, perhaps you might grant a little clemency," Harry suggested, "given your saintly nature." |
Theo gave a mirthless laugh. |
"Saintly?" he echoed, and Harry took a step closer, drawing himself eye to eye with Theo. |
"I'd see you live on your knees," he said, barely above a breath, and though it shouldn't have surprised him by then to see it, he caught the vestiges of Theo's shiver. |
They gauged each other in silence, wary. That was two minutes gone, possibly three. |
"You're out of bed after hours," Theo reminded him, his voice dry now. "Some punishment will be necessary." |
Harry let his breath linger beside Theo's cheek, breezing through the dark curls of his hair. |
"Thou shalt not tease," Theo said, and yanked at Harry's shirt, tugging him into the alcove of the castle walls. |
It was a fumble, quick and hasty, their breaths held to avoid the obscenity of noise. Filch aside, the other faculty had a habit of wandering the halls, scouring for any wrongdoing, and they would find it in the way Theo's hand was clapped over Harry's mouth, his fingers tugging at Harry's trousers. |
If God had a will, so be it. Harry would pay the tithes tenfold for ten more minutes of this. |
He slid his tongue between his teeth, darting over Theo's palm once, then twice. He laughed in silence, breathless, and Theo shoved him back against the stone, sliding his hand under Harry's trousers without bothering to unbutton anything at all. |
"What will you do to preserve my silence?" Theo asked gruffly, and that was the voice Harry liked best. Theo sounded the same in both prayer and in pleading, gravelly and rough like it would catch on the edges of fraying thoughts. In nomine Patris, yesyesHarry, Salve Regina, it was all the same. Supplication, and the k... |
Harry leaned forward, catching Theo's mouth with his; a lick of Theo's lips, tongue darting into Theo's mouth and out, more a taste than a kiss. "What do you want?" |
"Something befitting my saintly nature," Theo exhaled, giving Harry's head a tug as his hand slid over Harry's shaft, curling around it. "Pray for me," Theo whispered, and Harry fought a groan, feeling Theo's palm glide over him. |
Five minutes gone. Fifteen more. |
"Anima Christi, sanctifica me," Harry said, leaning his head back as Theo wrestled with his underwear, his own flayed-open trousers pressed against Harry's hips like he couldn't decide which parts of them should touch first. Soul of Christ, sanctify me. How familiar the words, how rhythmic, how right and how wrong all ... |
Perhaps it should feel wrong, holy words on his lips and Theo on his tongue, but it never did. What else was prayer but an offering, and what else was this but the same? To God, to Theo, the words stoked twin flames of passion. This was what it was to crave; this was zealousness, ardor; this was out of the depths I hav... |
Sed libera, Patri. Theo, my God, deliver me. |
Theo's touch grew artless, rough with haste, and Harry, who hadn't stolen his way through the darkened corridors for the lazy friction of two desperate men in the dark, took hold of Theo's collar and swapped places, making his way hungrily to his knees. |
"Sanguis Christi, inebria me," he whispered to Theo's torso, tracing the shape of his mouth over the shallow crevices of Theo's abdomen, feeling Theo's quickened breath and the rush of his pulse, cascading to the heat of his thighs. "Aqua lateris Christi, lava me. Passio Christi, conforta me—" |
He broke off as Theo's hands buried themselves in his hair, both of them panting. "Have mercy," Theo whispered, either to God or to Harry, and Harry settled himself on his knees, finding the shape of Theo's cock through the gaping of fabric and sliding his hand over it, igniting them both with a brush of his thumb. |
"Intra tua vulnera," Harry said, his breath warm as he pulled Theo's hips closer, "absconde me." Within thy wounds, hide me. |
He took Theo in his mouth, through the fabric. It was a cruel form of contrition, being made to wait. To sit beside Theo in prayer, in the halls, in class. To kneel beside him and bend his head as if he had no thoughts of this whatsoever, wishing for kindness, salvation. Wasn't it all the same? Glorious, eternal wait. ... |
Harry licked, sucked, drew aside the cotton and slid his lips over Theo, taking him slow and deep, with the cadence of meditation. He felt Theo's spine go rigid, then limp, then rigid again with each motion, and Harry carried out his ministrations with piety. With the penance of meticulous care. |
He let Theo's cock slide between his lips and glanced up. "Ne permittas me separari a te," he said, the sound of it muffled in Theo's hips, and then Harry was being dragged to his feet, chest pressed against the wall, Theo's teeth scraping against his ear, Let me never be separated from you— |
"Me this time." |
The halls were so silent Harry imagined he could hear the thud of Theo's heart. He'd have preferred a bed, another twenty minutes, somewhere soft he could leave the imprint of Theo's face, but the rooms were small and shared and the beds were cramped and creaky and it would be this, tonight, or it would be nothing. It ... |
And it felt aberrant. Something worse; something twisted, despicable; transgression and immorality and sin. Theo's hands on his cock were somewhere between damnable and damned. Harry half-remembered the incompletion of the prayer, gasping, "Ab hoste maligno defende me." From the malignant enemy, defend me, as Theo spre... |
And bid me come to you. |
Theo's hand was on his cock, curled around it, the two of them so precariously balanced it was God's work alone they didn't fall. One miracle each; qualifications for dual sainthood. It should have taken longer, required more elegance, only the wait between trysts was foreplay enough. There was no grace here. It was an... |
"Not done," he reminded Theo, and the heat of it was blistering. Lust was hellish, inclement. Hell would be a welcome place for them both; they would collapse into it, cold-blooded from the misery of waiting. "Ut cum Sanctis tuis laudem te," he said, and Theo joined him, stumbling over the words, voice rough as he held... |
Close now, so close. "In saecula saeculorum." It was a dull mantra from Theo's lips, the motion of his hips in tune with the words. For all eternity. "Forever and ever." |
The sound of rapture in Theo's voice was enough; it was too much. "Amen," Harry forced from his teeth, shattering from the effort of pleasure, and in the moment he felt Theo erupt inside him he twisted around, touching a thumb to Theo's forehead, and blessed him, the two of them collapsing together, sinking slowly to t... |
Heaven would be five more minutes. There was no doubt it existed, Heaven; Harry had seen it himself, felt it, tasted it, from the bones of Theo's hands to the shape of Theo's mouth. Harry's faith was secure, but life on earth was cruelly lacking in the divine except for pockets where he could take it. He helped Theo to... |
"Father Harry," came the startled voice of the caretaker, Filch, as they broke apart, Harry's hand over the swollen red of his lips. Darkness was a welcome cover. "Ah, and Father Theodore," Filch observed with surprise, approaching them from further down the corridor. "I thought perhaps some of the boys were out of bed... |
Better now that they were teachers themselves. Easier to call it freedom. |
"I only thought to light a candle for the evening's vigil, Argus," Theo said in his dry petitioner's voice, turning to Harry. "Will you join me, Father?" |
He was a liar's mouth on a sinless body, with the scars of Harry's love to prove him so. |
"Lead the way," Harry said, and inclined his head, steadfast in his worship. |
Pairing: Secret |
Universe: Post-war |
Rating: M for sex, morality |
Her husband says nothing much of interest when I step through the floo, which is not unusual. I am not a particularly threatening presence, and he's used to me; I come and go with such frequency that by now I'm probably more annoyance than threat. He has no idea that when she appears in the door frame—looking, as alway... |
It's a laugh until I make her sigh, and then it becomes a secret. |
These manor houses are large enough to get lost in—we have certainly lost ourselves often enough to be comfortably sure—but I want her outside tonight, in the gardens. I don't know what she told her husband about how we'd spend our time together, or how close it was to the truth; I was hardly listening, thinking instea... |
She and I grew up together. We were lovers long before now, hence the joke that is not a joke. It was my lips that first touched hers, parting them like petals, and then my hands to first find her waist, traveling up the notches of her ribs. I first traced the tips of my fingers over the marks of her thighs, making my ... |
We're an odd pair, she and I. People remark on it often; that we are as unlikely and mismatched as night and day. Of course, they only know what we appear to be, and none have ever looked closely enough to see what fills my eyes when I look at her. They don't know I've slid my tongue over all her little blemishes, her ... |
She was the one who kissed me first, playfully, all those years ago. "Think about it," she said, and slipped away, a reckless, lovely shadow. |
I have thought about it endlessly since then. |
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