fic: Gilded
Title: Gilded
Word Count: 1,707
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: noncon, infidelity
Summary: He sank down the wall of the hallway… wallowing in his self-disgust, hating himself for his weakness.
Notes: Well, as hard as this is to admit, this is my first fanfic ever. Like… seriously, ever. And I hope that’s it’s not glaringly obvious, (so please, please, do not judge too harshly). I also realize that I somehow managed to include all the prompts, including joy, even though the tone of this is a bit on the dark side. Go figure. ^-^
“And what’s going to happen when he finds out, huh?” he asked. Scorpius ignored his question and simply focused on his posture as he leisurely took a long drag from his cigarette. Scorpius had never seen him look so relaxed as he did now, leaning against the headboard as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He turned to regard the blonde with unnerving scrutiny.
“Let’s not talk or think about that right now,” Scorpius answered. Instead, he pulled the other man’s face down to his and engaged him in a long kiss, one that signaled that he was ready for round two.
&&&&&
The carnival site had been deserted for several years now, and Scorpius didn’t like being there. However, Albus had insisted they visit the place, to kick-start their summer together, so Scorpius followed him, willing to do anything. There was an undeniable aura of obscurity surrounding the abandoned carnival, for the workers had simply vanished overnight, leaving everything behind. The rides, the cotton candy makers, the prize booth… It had made the front-page news and the Ministry had launched an all-out investigation, one that yielded no results.
“So, I brought the packets necessary to make cotton candy. Although, I suspect that any day now, the machine will just stop working, it’s so old,” Albus said, as they walked.
But before they got around to making said confectionery, Al insisted on going in the Tunnel of Love.
“Albus, it’s not going to be as fun as you think it’ll be. No one’s going to be able to operate the ride for us, so we’ll have to row our way through, and then we won’t be able to actually do anything, and then-“
“Scorpius, stop thinking so much. We’ll just enjoy the ambiance. I find it very relaxing,” Albus retorted as he led the way to the tunnel. Ever since he had been released from St. Mungo’s, he had been acting rather odd. But Scorpius didn’t point this out, for it might upset his companion and provoke another episode, similar to the one that was the cause for his hospitalization.
But despite his previous objections, the ride had been soothing, easing the troubled thoughts invading Scorpius’s mind.
&&&&&
He wondered why he had never done this before. The exhilarating joy and freedom he felt, lying on his back and focusing on the sensations as another man’s cock thrust in and out of him at an animalistic rhythm.
“Oh, fuck, please, please, please don’t stop…” Scorpius felt his shoulder being bitten and a flushed hand close around his needy shaft pumping his release out of him.
He was muttering nonsense, and the man above him whispered pure filth into his ear, heightening his arousal.
Scorpius dug his nails down the man’s back, desperate, needing to cling on to something, anything that would anchor him to reality, to remind him of the injustice of what he was doing. But it didn’t work. Instead, he arched his back, exposing his neck and everything in his body, his mind was tethered to that brilliant-white feeling of completion as he reached his climax, the strongest and most satisfying he had ever felt.
&&&&&
Scorpius was sitting in a nearby bench as Albus went through the discarded tickets located in a bin by the entrance. They were eating their cotton candy, leaving Scorpius to roam his ponderings uninterrupted. Albus finished and they went on, going on all the rides that could be put on “autopilot” and Scorpius found himself thoroughly enjoying the outing, discounting the trip’s earlier awkwardness. After they were done riding the Ferris wheel, Albus turned to him and gave him a soft, but sensual kiss.
“Maybe,” Albus whispered, “we should go to the regular amusement park. Oh, how I’d like to take you down there, just to make you mine in a merry-go-round.” He kissed Scorpius again, and he could feel joy pouring out of Albus through that kiss.
“I’m already yours, you know that,” Scorpius whispered back mid-kiss. At this comment, the green-eyed brunette pulled back, and asked, “Really, now?”
&&&&&
“Whether you win or lose this battle, I’ll always love you,” Scorpius proclaimed to the sick boy lying on the bed. “But you need to tell yourself that you’re going to survive, Albus. Please, drive this negativity, this nonsense of dying out of your head.”
Albus looked terribly pale and clammy as he lay there. It broke Scorpius’ heart, seeing him like this. He needed to drive this image out of his mind. At that moment, James Potter II walked in to visit his brother. While he didn’t realize it at the time, it wasn’t only James that entered the room. Scorpius’ twisted solution had, as well.
&&&&&
“Of course. Why do you look so surprised? We’ve been there for each other, no matter what. Remember what I told you? Win or lose.”
Despite Scorpius’ reassurance, though, Albus stepped back dejectedly and continued walking aimlessly. Scorpius hurried up to catch up with him and asked him the question that he had been aching to ask all day.
“Albus, are you alright? Have I done something? If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it, without hesitation. Just please… confide in me.” This only caused him to storm away from the blonde angrily.
He chased after Albus, desperate to know what he had done. He followed him to where he finally stopped, under a tree.
“You know, Scorpius, my brother told me something very interesting last night. Do you want to hear it?” Albus sputtered angrily.
Scorpius could swear that his heart stopped at that second.
&&&&&
He kissed his way down the man’s body, reveling in its flawlessness. The man lifted him up and hungrily pressed his lips to his. Scorpius kissed him back passionately, not wanting the moment to end.
When they came apart, the man asked, “Why do we need to feel this attraction toward each other? It isn’t right.”
“It’s the way we’re wired. It sucks, but it’s just a fact of nature,” Scorpius responded.
“I’m not talking about or gender, I’m talking about the fact that you’re with… that you’re with…” he sighed but dropped what he was going to say. “But it’s also tragic.”
Scorpius ignored the last part and continued to kiss him, anticipation brewing in his stomach.
&&&&&
“I don’t know. What did he say?” he asked as nonchalantly as he could manage. Instead, Albus neared him and kissed him roughly. He turned them around so Scorpius’ back was against the trunk of the tree and Albus started taking both of their clothes off. Scorpius caught the intent quickly. They slid to the ground, and once their clothes were off, Scorpius heard the spell they needed muttered by Albus. He expected to have his own shaft coated with the slippery substance, but instead, he felt something prodding his hole. He abruptly opened his eyes and looked at the boy above him.
“What are you doing? I thought I was always top.” Albus ignored him and instead thrust into Scorpius in one brutal stroke. The first thing he felt was the searing pain. Albus hadn’t prepared himself properly but continued to shove his cock in and out, as much as Scorpius tried to push him off.
“James,” Albus started, extertion evident in his voice, “of what you did. While I was sick.”
While Scorpius thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, he was wrong. He felt himself being torn in two by the invasion. And Albus’ word caused his heart to race unpleasantly.
“Please, Albus, it hurts. Please stop,” he whimpered. This caused him to go faster, harder.
“Oh, you’ll let him fuck you, but heaven forbid you let me do the same.” Scorpius opened his eyes and focused his vision on the tree branches above him, praying that one would miraculously fall, hit him, and render him unconscious.
&&&&&
“We’re not doing this anymore, Malfoy. It’s sick.”
“James, as long as he doesn’t find out, it won’t matter. Please, just once more.”
“NO! I’ve made up my mind. Can’t you see? I’ve had my way with you, and I don’t want you want you anymore. You’re the bane of my existence; I can’t sleep because of the guilt. I can’t even visit him anymore, because I can’t look at him in the eye! Get out, just get out.”
He remembered being shoved out the door, and it wasn’t until he pondered James’ words that the nausea sunk in.
‘Have I been wrong, have I been wise, to shut my eyes and play along,’ Scorpius wondered, ‘hypnotized. Paralyzed by what my eyes have found, by what they’ve seen?’ And what had they seen? The wonder of James Potter’s body, begging, imploring Scorpius to reconsider their situation, but at the same time, pleading him to touch him.
He sank down the wall of the hallway of James’ apartment, wallowing in his self-disgust, hating himself for his weakness.
&&&&&
Scorpius felt Albus come in him, and the stickiness sliding out of him and into the ground. Albus stood up and looked at him with disdain. Scorpius tried to brush the tears out of his eyes, but more kept coming.
“We’re done, Malfoy,” Albus said with a contempt that Scorpius had never heard there before. Scorpius stayed silent and on the ground as he looked up at the love of his life. He finally managed to whisper, “Albus…”
Scorpius grabbed onto Albus’ retreated leg and held him still.
“I know… that what I did was wrong. And what you’ve just done now… I deserve worse. And I’ll let you do it to me, just please, don’t leave me…” Scorpius said brokenly. His soundless tears now turned into sobs, as the realization that he might lose Albus forever hit him.
“Please, forgive me, I beg of you.” Albus leaned down and Scorpius grabbed his hand and pressed it to his lips. “Please.”
Albus said nothing, and the blonde could only look up into those bright green eyes, hoping to be absolved. But Albus kissed his forehead tenderly, and walked away, leaving Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, the heir to one of the Wizarding world’s largest fortunes, bruised, dirty, and violated on the hard ground.
Word Count: 1,707
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: noncon, infidelity
Summary: He sank down the wall of the hallway… wallowing in his self-disgust, hating himself for his weakness.
Notes: Well, as hard as this is to admit, this is my first fanfic ever. Like… seriously, ever. And I hope that’s it’s not glaringly obvious, (so please, please, do not judge too harshly). I also realize that I somehow managed to include all the prompts, including joy, even though the tone of this is a bit on the dark side. Go figure. ^-^
“And what’s going to happen when he finds out, huh?” he asked. Scorpius ignored his question and simply focused on his posture as he leisurely took a long drag from his cigarette. Scorpius had never seen him look so relaxed as he did now, leaning against the headboard as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He turned to regard the blonde with unnerving scrutiny.
“Let’s not talk or think about that right now,” Scorpius answered. Instead, he pulled the other man’s face down to his and engaged him in a long kiss, one that signaled that he was ready for round two.
&&&&&
The carnival site had been deserted for several years now, and Scorpius didn’t like being there. However, Albus had insisted they visit the place, to kick-start their summer together, so Scorpius followed him, willing to do anything. There was an undeniable aura of obscurity surrounding the abandoned carnival, for the workers had simply vanished overnight, leaving everything behind. The rides, the cotton candy makers, the prize booth… It had made the front-page news and the Ministry had launched an all-out investigation, one that yielded no results.
“So, I brought the packets necessary to make cotton candy. Although, I suspect that any day now, the machine will just stop working, it’s so old,” Albus said, as they walked.
But before they got around to making said confectionery, Al insisted on going in the Tunnel of Love.
“Albus, it’s not going to be as fun as you think it’ll be. No one’s going to be able to operate the ride for us, so we’ll have to row our way through, and then we won’t be able to actually do anything, and then-“
“Scorpius, stop thinking so much. We’ll just enjoy the ambiance. I find it very relaxing,” Albus retorted as he led the way to the tunnel. Ever since he had been released from St. Mungo’s, he had been acting rather odd. But Scorpius didn’t point this out, for it might upset his companion and provoke another episode, similar to the one that was the cause for his hospitalization.
But despite his previous objections, the ride had been soothing, easing the troubled thoughts invading Scorpius’s mind.
&&&&&
He wondered why he had never done this before. The exhilarating joy and freedom he felt, lying on his back and focusing on the sensations as another man’s cock thrust in and out of him at an animalistic rhythm.
“Oh, fuck, please, please, please don’t stop…” Scorpius felt his shoulder being bitten and a flushed hand close around his needy shaft pumping his release out of him.
He was muttering nonsense, and the man above him whispered pure filth into his ear, heightening his arousal.
Scorpius dug his nails down the man’s back, desperate, needing to cling on to something, anything that would anchor him to reality, to remind him of the injustice of what he was doing. But it didn’t work. Instead, he arched his back, exposing his neck and everything in his body, his mind was tethered to that brilliant-white feeling of completion as he reached his climax, the strongest and most satisfying he had ever felt.
&&&&&
Scorpius was sitting in a nearby bench as Albus went through the discarded tickets located in a bin by the entrance. They were eating their cotton candy, leaving Scorpius to roam his ponderings uninterrupted. Albus finished and they went on, going on all the rides that could be put on “autopilot” and Scorpius found himself thoroughly enjoying the outing, discounting the trip’s earlier awkwardness. After they were done riding the Ferris wheel, Albus turned to him and gave him a soft, but sensual kiss.
“Maybe,” Albus whispered, “we should go to the regular amusement park. Oh, how I’d like to take you down there, just to make you mine in a merry-go-round.” He kissed Scorpius again, and he could feel joy pouring out of Albus through that kiss.
“I’m already yours, you know that,” Scorpius whispered back mid-kiss. At this comment, the green-eyed brunette pulled back, and asked, “Really, now?”
&&&&&
“Whether you win or lose this battle, I’ll always love you,” Scorpius proclaimed to the sick boy lying on the bed. “But you need to tell yourself that you’re going to survive, Albus. Please, drive this negativity, this nonsense of dying out of your head.”
Albus looked terribly pale and clammy as he lay there. It broke Scorpius’ heart, seeing him like this. He needed to drive this image out of his mind. At that moment, James Potter II walked in to visit his brother. While he didn’t realize it at the time, it wasn’t only James that entered the room. Scorpius’ twisted solution had, as well.
&&&&&
“Of course. Why do you look so surprised? We’ve been there for each other, no matter what. Remember what I told you? Win or lose.”
Despite Scorpius’ reassurance, though, Albus stepped back dejectedly and continued walking aimlessly. Scorpius hurried up to catch up with him and asked him the question that he had been aching to ask all day.
“Albus, are you alright? Have I done something? If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it, without hesitation. Just please… confide in me.” This only caused him to storm away from the blonde angrily.
He chased after Albus, desperate to know what he had done. He followed him to where he finally stopped, under a tree.
“You know, Scorpius, my brother told me something very interesting last night. Do you want to hear it?” Albus sputtered angrily.
Scorpius could swear that his heart stopped at that second.
&&&&&
He kissed his way down the man’s body, reveling in its flawlessness. The man lifted him up and hungrily pressed his lips to his. Scorpius kissed him back passionately, not wanting the moment to end.
When they came apart, the man asked, “Why do we need to feel this attraction toward each other? It isn’t right.”
“It’s the way we’re wired. It sucks, but it’s just a fact of nature,” Scorpius responded.
“I’m not talking about or gender, I’m talking about the fact that you’re with… that you’re with…” he sighed but dropped what he was going to say. “But it’s also tragic.”
Scorpius ignored the last part and continued to kiss him, anticipation brewing in his stomach.
&&&&&
“I don’t know. What did he say?” he asked as nonchalantly as he could manage. Instead, Albus neared him and kissed him roughly. He turned them around so Scorpius’ back was against the trunk of the tree and Albus started taking both of their clothes off. Scorpius caught the intent quickly. They slid to the ground, and once their clothes were off, Scorpius heard the spell they needed muttered by Albus. He expected to have his own shaft coated with the slippery substance, but instead, he felt something prodding his hole. He abruptly opened his eyes and looked at the boy above him.
“What are you doing? I thought I was always top.” Albus ignored him and instead thrust into Scorpius in one brutal stroke. The first thing he felt was the searing pain. Albus hadn’t prepared himself properly but continued to shove his cock in and out, as much as Scorpius tried to push him off.
“James,” Albus started, extertion evident in his voice, “of what you did. While I was sick.”
While Scorpius thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, he was wrong. He felt himself being torn in two by the invasion. And Albus’ word caused his heart to race unpleasantly.
“Please, Albus, it hurts. Please stop,” he whimpered. This caused him to go faster, harder.
“Oh, you’ll let him fuck you, but heaven forbid you let me do the same.” Scorpius opened his eyes and focused his vision on the tree branches above him, praying that one would miraculously fall, hit him, and render him unconscious.
&&&&&
“We’re not doing this anymore, Malfoy. It’s sick.”
“James, as long as he doesn’t find out, it won’t matter. Please, just once more.”
“NO! I’ve made up my mind. Can’t you see? I’ve had my way with you, and I don’t want you want you anymore. You’re the bane of my existence; I can’t sleep because of the guilt. I can’t even visit him anymore, because I can’t look at him in the eye! Get out, just get out.”
He remembered being shoved out the door, and it wasn’t until he pondered James’ words that the nausea sunk in.
‘Have I been wrong, have I been wise, to shut my eyes and play along,’ Scorpius wondered, ‘hypnotized. Paralyzed by what my eyes have found, by what they’ve seen?’ And what had they seen? The wonder of James Potter’s body, begging, imploring Scorpius to reconsider their situation, but at the same time, pleading him to touch him.
He sank down the wall of the hallway of James’ apartment, wallowing in his self-disgust, hating himself for his weakness.
&&&&&
Scorpius felt Albus come in him, and the stickiness sliding out of him and into the ground. Albus stood up and looked at him with disdain. Scorpius tried to brush the tears out of his eyes, but more kept coming.
“We’re done, Malfoy,” Albus said with a contempt that Scorpius had never heard there before. Scorpius stayed silent and on the ground as he looked up at the love of his life. He finally managed to whisper, “Albus…”
Scorpius grabbed onto Albus’ retreated leg and held him still.
“I know… that what I did was wrong. And what you’ve just done now… I deserve worse. And I’ll let you do it to me, just please, don’t leave me…” Scorpius said brokenly. His soundless tears now turned into sobs, as the realization that he might lose Albus forever hit him.
“Please, forgive me, I beg of you.” Albus leaned down and Scorpius grabbed his hand and pressed it to his lips. “Please.”
Albus said nothing, and the blonde could only look up into those bright green eyes, hoping to be absolved. But Albus kissed his forehead tenderly, and walked away, leaving Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, the heir to one of the Wizarding world’s largest fortunes, bruised, dirty, and violated on the hard ground.