Possession, NC17
Title: Possession
Author/Artist: aidenface
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/James
Rating: NC17
Summary: Albus has something he doesn’t want: James.
Word Count: 413
Warnings: Incest, obviously. Slight dub-con?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author Notes: It’s dirty. Very dirty.
Albus wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, but he knew for certain that this was something he did not want and that alone intrigued him.
He found his rhythm before long, not hesitating to succumb to James’ pain; he wants to get as much of this as he can with the possibility in mind that it might never happen again. James moans something through the headboards not quite clear until Albus pauses-“harrrder.”
Albus scowls at the request, reaching forward to grasp a fistful of hair. He pulls what he can seize, but it fails to satisfy his anger. Albus presses his body forward to lie against James’ back, the contact of skin against skin conducting enough heat to increase all the resentment raging in Albus’ heart. His mouth finds James’ ear beneath the wild mess of hair to instruct him to “shut the fuck up” in a hushed tone.
James follows his order, but his actions speak for his silence. Quivering, whimpering, and nearly crying, he lies on his stomach in an immobile position. Albus withdraws his cock, barely wet from their substitution of lube: spit and precum. It must have been painful on James’ end, Albus knows, but he doesn’t care.
Albus holds his cock in one hand, gripping James’ ass cheek with the other. He looks up at his brother's unruly hair resting on pillow at the head of the bed. “You like that?” he asks in a demeaning tone, slapping the chafed entrance with his dick. James doesn’t answer.
He forces himself back in, holding onto James’ shoulders for support before slamming. “I - asked - if - you - fucking - liked - that - you - whore -” With more force each time, Albus finds no reason to stop. Not James’ whimpers of agreement. Not James' orgasm. Not even his own orgasm can tame the anger within him. He stops when reality hits him hard with the severity of what's occuring.
He finds himself pulling out to reveal his cum-covered member, followed by a trail leading to his brother’s entrance. Albus notes the raw, bloodied evidence and looks up to witness his brother crying. He never saw his brother cry, but Albus finds no excuse to be acting like a violated thirteen year old girl. He brings the back of his hand far enough to slap James’ ass cheek bringing a promising red bruise. His brother yelps in reply. Albus repeats the motion without a care for his brother's being. Again and again, blow after blow, each of them landing on James' abused arse until Albus ceases, resulting in two burning red cheeks viewable to Albus only. “I hate you,” Albus mutters coldly, getting up from his position and walking out the bedroom door.
Author/Artist: aidenface
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/James
Rating: NC17
Summary: Albus has something he doesn’t want: James.
Word Count: 413
Warnings: Incest, obviously. Slight dub-con?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author Notes: It’s dirty. Very dirty.
Albus wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, but he knew for certain that this was something he did not want and that alone intrigued him.
He found his rhythm before long, not hesitating to succumb to James’ pain; he wants to get as much of this as he can with the possibility in mind that it might never happen again. James moans something through the headboards not quite clear until Albus pauses-“harrrder.”
Albus scowls at the request, reaching forward to grasp a fistful of hair. He pulls what he can seize, but it fails to satisfy his anger. Albus presses his body forward to lie against James’ back, the contact of skin against skin conducting enough heat to increase all the resentment raging in Albus’ heart. His mouth finds James’ ear beneath the wild mess of hair to instruct him to “shut the fuck up” in a hushed tone.
James follows his order, but his actions speak for his silence. Quivering, whimpering, and nearly crying, he lies on his stomach in an immobile position. Albus withdraws his cock, barely wet from their substitution of lube: spit and precum. It must have been painful on James’ end, Albus knows, but he doesn’t care.
Albus holds his cock in one hand, gripping James’ ass cheek with the other. He looks up at his brother's unruly hair resting on pillow at the head of the bed. “You like that?” he asks in a demeaning tone, slapping the chafed entrance with his dick. James doesn’t answer.
He forces himself back in, holding onto James’ shoulders for support before slamming. “I - asked - if - you - fucking - liked - that - you - whore -” With more force each time, Albus finds no reason to stop. Not James’ whimpers of agreement. Not James' orgasm. Not even his own orgasm can tame the anger within him. He stops when reality hits him hard with the severity of what's occuring.
He finds himself pulling out to reveal his cum-covered member, followed by a trail leading to his brother’s entrance. Albus notes the raw, bloodied evidence and looks up to witness his brother crying. He never saw his brother cry, but Albus finds no excuse to be acting like a violated thirteen year old girl. He brings the back of his hand far enough to slap James’ ass cheek bringing a promising red bruise. His brother yelps in reply. Albus repeats the motion without a care for his brother's being. Again and again, blow after blow, each of them landing on James' abused arse until Albus ceases, resulting in two burning red cheeks viewable to Albus only. “I hate you,” Albus mutters coldly, getting up from his position and walking out the bedroom door.