Everybody Wants to Rule the World: 3/3
Scorpius came out of James's flu coughing.
"Merlin, when's the last time you cleaned that thing?" he coughed again, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "The ash is literally piled up to my knees, I swear."
James gave him a look and continued putting on his dark robes. He placed his wand in the inner most pocket, and turned to his friend.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, yeah," Scorpius said, smiling widely. "We're going to get in tonight - I promise you that."
"We'd better." James replied, tossing on his cloak and grabbing Scorpius's arm. They Apparated.
Same alley. Same dreary weather. The light seemed to get sucked out of the day whenever you were in Knockturn Alley.
They didn't stop to look around.
Scorpius moved quickly with James right at his heels, both of them impersonating no one but themselves. James had a false ID of course, in case anyone happened to recognize him, but it was unlikely as he had stopped being in the Potter family family photo shoots for years and, just in general, he kept to himself.
They turned round the corner, flattening themselves on the wall to the alley where the Newt stood. James breathed heavily next to Scorpius and gave him a grin, "Fancy being an Auror Scorp? You're not half bad at this stuff."
"Shut it Potter." Was the only reply he got before Scorpius grabbed his wrist and dragged him farther down the passage, their feet splashing into puddles down the cobblestone. They could see the light up ahead, but only barely, so James quickened his pace, urging Scorpius to do the same.
They stood in the shadows just before the shining orb and observed for a second
The blue haired man stood under the light, flicking ash from his glowing cigarette. His face was smaller than before, tinier nose, thinner lips, with bright, brilliant eyes. He seemed to be murmuring to himself as Scorpius stepped out of the light, and towards him.
He looked up abruptly, his eyes narrowed "You again? Hope you're actually buying this-" he stopped short as James followed Scorpius into the light, shaking a hand through his auburn hair.
The man's eyes darkened immediately. The mood in the alley changed, while the rain water dripped down a rickety storm drain to the left of them. The man took two steps towards them, flicking the cigarette stub onto the ground. He peered at James menacingly, as if his freckled skin would peel away if he stopped. James looked right on back.
Scorpius stepped in between the pair, putting his hands up to the man's chest, "Yeah, this is my friend. Anyways - we were wondering about getting into the bar. I know you said it was closed last time but-"
"What the hell are you two doing here?" the man asked darkly, eyes still on James. "This place isn't exactly meant for people like you."
"I can assure you;" Scorpius smirked, "that we are perfectly comfortable here. Isn't that right Jam- uh," he lost his footing for only a moment, and then the smug look was back, "Alex! Isn't that right?"
He reached a hand back, patting James on the shoulder and bringing him forward so they stood side by side. The man seemed to take a minute pondering them.
Neither James nor Scorpius could decipher the looks, but before they could even try the man had grabbed Scorpius by his cloak and tossed him aside like dirty laundry. He then pushed James back until he was pressing him against the wall.
"Get out of here" he hissed in his ear, hands clutched in James's robes. "You don't know what you're in for boy."
James was about to respond when Scorpius came from behind the man with his wand, pointing at his back, "Leave him alone."
The man's face turned eerily calm. He turned round slowly, brushing against James's front slightly before he faced the blond boy. Then, quite suddenly, there was a wild, unpredictable grin on his face.
"You his boyfriend or something?" the man spit out, eyes lashing Scorpius.
Scorpius, never one to back down from a challenge, raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?" he asked, tilting his head to the side with a smirk.
James breathed out heavily, fingering his wand in his robes. He knew not too be too hasty, that anything and everything could go wrong if he didn't time it perfectly. The man didn't look like too big a threat but if he-
With lightning speed the blue haired stranger had disarmed Scorpius, stunning the blond before he could move a muscle. He turned around towards James and found himself staring down the end of a wand, his own identically aimed at his opponent.
They stared at each other from behind the threat of the wands, trying to read each other's next move. A noise came from behind the door of the bar and the stranger's eyes flicked towards it before going back to James's.
"Drop your wand."
The man's eyes narrowed further, "Right."
"Do it."
"Why should I?"
James sighed, trying to gain the upper hand but becoming entirely too frustrated. "At the same time. Okay?"
The man stepped back, his wand still raised. He kept walked backwards until he was two meters away from James, right back to the light post. He shook his head and smiled a gruesome smile.
"You must have wanted to be an Auror when you were a kid."
"Didn't stop after puberty."
"Of course. A fucking Auror. Should have known you'd be knocking on my door soon enough."
"I'm here to save lives."
"You're here for a medal of honour, James."
The man in question froze, dropping his arm slightly, "How do you know who I am?"
The stranger laughed loudly, filling the alleyway with his deep chuckles, "I know everything, honey. Although… I have to say: a Malfoy helping a Potter," he walked up to Scorpius's stunned form, giving him a little kick. "Didn't know that was becoming a thing."
"He's a friend."
"I'm sure he is. Nice friend?"
"What's it to you?"
"Treat you nice? Give you roses?"
"I hate roses."
"I know."
James narrowed his eyes, stepping towards the man, "Who are you?"
He smirked, "And now there's the age old question."
"How do you know all these things about me?"
"Does it bother you?"
James was beginning to see red, "Answer me."
"You answer me instead. Does it bother you? Frustrate you?"
The man was taunting now, trying to take a swing at the old ego that James had buried away years before, "Yes!" he screamed.
And then, like the flash of a whip, he was disarmed and numb; not on the ground, but unable to move all the same.
The man laughed as his wand rolled down the cobblestone path, stopping in an unknown place. "You're all the same, fucking Aurors," he sighed and then looked down at the frozen blond, "Looks like I can wake this one up again."
Scorpius woke up, spluttering like a fish out of water. He choked once, twice and then the stranger was above him, looking down at him with pity in his eyes.
"Scorpius Malfoy," the man hummed, pointing his wand directly at the boy's head. "You're father would be proud of you. Helping out a Potter."
Scorpius scowled, "He'd be proud to know that I'm trying to help people instead of wasting my life dealing drugs in some alley. You're worse than scum."
The man's eyes, already impossible dark, turned even blacker. His grin did not wash away however; it turned even more malicious, more patronizing and cruel. He smiled down at Scorpius, wand never wavering.
"But honey," he said, his lips curling. "They just taste so good."
There was a flash of green and then silence.
-.-
Why didn't they understand?
Why didn't they see how beautiful, how perfect and wonderful the road to destruction was? It was gorgeous, like wasted youth, like the root of hatred in a mother's heart. They didn't look through to the truth, go past the scrim and see the light from the other side.
And there was light. When another dead, soulless woman would come wandering in, desperate and hungry, with nothing in her eyes, no warmth, no softness. She only wanted, wanted so badly she'd beg and plead and grasp with every fiber in her being.
Why didn't those stupid, prying eyes with their fancy ideas on how the world should be understand how phenomenal it was to waste away?
To float on the clouds of your mind while your body sank into the concrete?
-.-
"What the hell are you doing here?" a cloudy voice above him asks.
James wakes up on the floor, head pounding. He opens his hazel eyes, scanning the room around him. It is cold, small and entirely made of stone - like the perfect cell. There is only one exit, a single door on the other side of the room.
He can't remember anything
And then he finds a familiar face.
"Teddy? Oh Teddy thank Merlin you're here!" James is immediately reassured, looking around himself for some kind of bearings. The thought that Teddy should not have been there does not cross his mind, "I was in the alleyway and then there was this man and then Scorpius-" he falters for a second. He breathes out.
"Scorpius." He whispers. "Teddy, what- what happened to Scorpius?"
Teddy's face shows no emotion. He speaks in a clear, cold voice, "Scorpius is dead."
James is silent. He can't quite believe, doesn't want to believe that his friend was killed. Scorpius had nothing to do with it, he only wanted to do the right thing, put an end to this plague and then he died just like Tony - because of some stupid drug.
"How can you… are you sure?" James asks; but he's knows Teddy's telling the truth. After all, he saw the green flash with his own eyes.
"Yes." Teddy suddenly grins. "I'm pretty sure."
There's something more in his voice, something that alerts James right away. James turns his head slowly, looking straight up at Teddy, at his almost black eyes.
"…Teddy?" he asks in a small voice.
There is a beat of silence and then-
"I killed him."
James is numb. Surely his body has disintegrated into the floor; has become dust or water or just a mass of atoms lying around because he can't feel a thing.
And then suddenly, like a bullet piercing through his body, James gets it.
"Blue hair." He says, mind wheeling like a corkscrew but his voice calm, collected. "The different faces."
Teddy steps closer to him, the grin still on his face. He reaches out, strokes James's chin with a gentle caress, "Who else would it be?" he asks in a soft voice.
The storm outside begins to pick up, rain shattering on the window.
"You killed Scorpius." James says, trying to put all the pieces together in his mind. He gets it, he does, but he needs to say it out loud, needs to get through this little by little until he could consider it as a whole.
"You killed him, and you've been dealing to people on the streets, the dreams - Dreams? Of course! Why didn't I see it? And you've… you did it all behind my back," Teddy nods, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, but James plagues on, "and now… hundreds of people depend on this every day-"
Teddy snorts, cupping James's cheek patronizingly, "Try millions sweetheart."
It takes a second and then-
"Millions?" James chokes out; his face, he knows, is going wide with shock.
Teddy's smirk gets bigger, almost too much for his face, "We just took over Bangkok this morning actually. Quite the celebration."
He can't process this. Millions? Bangkok? The Ministry's been worried about some bloke in Scotland who killed 6 people but they won't send one team on to figure out this mess, to sort through the stacks of problems that this business has caused people-
James shakes his head, "You were acting so weird before. I thought.. maybe you'd-"
"What?" Teddy leans in, mocking him, terrorizing him, wanting to get him to rise and punch and whimper and beg and plead his way out. "What did you think? I had trouble at work?" he laughs, hugely, maliciously, gone is warm, studious Ravenclaw Teddy.
James only has one question left to ask. He shifts on the cold, stone floor, trying to get away from Teddy's soft hands, so different from his vicious voice.
"How?" he asks, quiet as a whimper. "How did you do it?"
Teddy's face suddenly goes a little darker, a little less smug and a lot more careful, "I had help."
James stares on blankly. Help? The puzzle wasn't finished yet?
And as he asks himself that question he sees it, the missing corner, the unfinished cloud or cow or panda that he needs to finish it, and god he just wants this to be over- no, he wants it to be six months ago, six glorious months before so he could grab Teddy and go somewhere else, somewhere where it wouldn't get him, wouldn't tear them away from each other-
"For an Auror you're pretty bad at this research thing." The smug look is back.
"What do you mean?"
"You have no idea who runs the whole thing, do you?"
James thinks for a second. "You do. Or you should. I'm guessing the whole thing was your idea in the first place. You're the dream manipulator."
The smug look fades. Something hard comes in its place. "I couldn't do anything without Dominatus."
"Domi-what?" James asks, brow furrowed.
"How the hell," Teddy asks, leaning forward and clutching James's cheek with his nails, "can you call yourself an investigator when you don't even know who the King of the Mob is?"
James looks away, trying to get out of Teddy's steel grip. He holds on.
"You really have no idea? Pathetic. That's what you are James Potter." He whispers hotly in James's ear as the younger man wiggles uncomfortably. "Pathetic."
James is desperate, "Teddy this isn't you, someone's poisoned you, or drugged you, or-"
Teddy laughs, "Oh, they definitely give me drugs. Not often enough though." He stays leaned into James on the floor but removes a hand to reach into his robe. James glances down quickly to see him pull a glass vial full of golden liquid. Teddy raises it up to his mouth and uncaps it, swallowing.
James watches as his face melts, his hair shifts through colours and his eyes open, the pupils dilated, the irises almost black. He seems to forget where he is for a minute, staring off into space as he looks at James's freckled chin. Then, as sudden as can be, he lashes out, grabbing James's roughly by the hair as he presses their mouths together.
Teddy moans, "Don't I taste good Jamie? Don't I make you want more?" His nails pierce into James's skin.
James is breathing heavily as he pulls away, "You aren't Teddy. You can't be."
Teddy laughs, then laughs again, then laughs one more time, each one getting more violent, louder. He flicks away the vial in his hand and uses it to grip James's neck, leaving little marks.
"I am. I am. And you James Potter," his eyes glint up, remembering. "Are a disappointment."
James's breathing stops. He didn't- James can't believe it, he thought he'd never, ever have to hear those words thrown at him again. He never imagined that the person he had lost most of his life to be with would say such a thing to him.
He couldn't believe that Teddy would say the same thing his father had told him the day he kicked him out.
James is like fire, burning, hot to touch and scary as hell as he flips Teddy and him over, latching onto Teddy's wrist that connects to the hand that is currently on his neck.
"You asshole." He whispers, eyes blazing into Teddy's. "You asshole."
"Oh c'mon, Jamie." Teddy wiggles his head up so their noses are touching. He places a hand over James's heart, "you know it's true." He smiles wickedly, knowing James perfectly, knowing how to make him clench with pain,
"No one cares about you." He whispers in James's ear, taunting. "And no one ever will."
James doesn't register anything until his fist is in the air and then suddenly he's punching Teddy, hitting his lover like nothing else, making him laugh and flip them over, and then Teddy starts fighting back, the glint in his eye mocking him, making him feel like he's two feet tall, just like Harry's eyes were that day.
Punch, slap, James's lip breaks, Teddy manages to kick him in the groin, punch, fist, kick, slap, smack, James returns the favour, break, hurt, hurt, hurt.
And then-
A noise. The door opens. And a man in a grey suit walks in.
Dominatus surveys the scene before him with a smirk on his regal face.
"Well isn't this cute?" He approaches Teddy, who is frozen in his struggle with James. Teddy shifts back, immediately letting go, getting on his knees before Dominatus. James is frozen by a wandless spell, still sprawled on the ground. Then Dominatus waves his hand and James is standing in front of him, shoulder back and eyes forward.
He looks like a soldier about to die in battle.
"This your boyfriend, Ted?" the man asks, grabbing James's petrified face, leaning in close. Teddy watches in his peripheral as Dominatus runs a hand through James's auburn hair, pinching his cheek. Teddy nods.
"Going to introduce us properly?" He rests one of his hands on Teddy's bowed hand, lifting it up so amber eyes meet steely grey.
Teddy closes his eyes and swallows, "James Potter. This is James Potter." Teddy sighs, giving away the last piece of the puzzle, watching the older man's eyes as they open wide with excitement, with anticipation.
"Potter, eh?" he drops Teddy's head, stepping forward into James's personal space. "James fucking Potter - is that right?" his face leans close into James's ear, not changing the tone of his voice, just the proximity. Teddy feels a swell of magic in the air and suddenly James can move his mouth.
"Fuck off."
"Hmm… Do you want to hear a story, Jamie?"
"That a family name," he growls.
"Is it now?" Dominatus puts a look of mock horror on his face, "And we're not family?" he rubs one hand down James's shoulder while the other shifts through Teddy's business-blue curls. "What a pity. Although, you should know…" he trails off with a smile. "We have enough in common to be something like family."
James snorts, "I doubt that."
"Really?" Dominatus sighs heavily, the glint in his eye the only telltale that he is, in fact, kidding. "I think you're wrong honey. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an Auror, just like you."
He laughs, a hollow sort of noise, "Of course, it wasn't later until I realized that Burkes weren't allowed to stop criminals, they usually were the ones committing the crimes. But really, I did want to."
James looks very poised, standing tall even if his frozen state.
"You doubt me, don't you?" Dominatus looks gleeful at the chance of this, his sharp teeth glowing in the dark room. "There are other things, you know. Similarities." He circles James now, dragging his hand across James's backside, the round of his arse, the curve of his shoulders. "We both wanted our fathers to love us a little more… we both got kicked out of our house for being who we are. Oh! And…" Dominatus rests his chin over James's shoulder, smiling up at him. "We've both been fucking Teddy Lupin for the past two months."
The man in question watches as James's eyes fill with something stronger than sadness, worse than betrayal, deeper than hurt. Teddy glances away from his once-upon-a-time lover, still stuck in his dreamlike state of mind, and glances up at his new master, his Dominatus.
"Don't tell me you didn't know!" Burke exclaims, laughing a little as he pats James's cloak. "You didn't realize that your own boyfriend was with another man? Call yourself an Auror?" he snorts, and suddenly the amusement gone, "Pathetic."
A tear runs down James's face as he fixes a glare to Dominatus, trying to stay strong like his father always told him. He says clearly, words full of hate, "You bastard."
Teddy isn't sure who he's talking to.
"Hmm" Dominatus grins his usual feral grin but Teddy can see the fire in his eyes, like icy flames, "I've heard that before. Said it before too, when I meant it. Only once though. It's a good story. I'd quite like you to hear it."
Dominatus waves a hand and two chairs appear. He pushes the still frozen James into one of them and sits down in the chair opposite him. He smiles.
Teddy scampers over to Dominatus, placing his head in his lap quickly, seeking the warm reassurance of a hand in his hair. It's returned back to brown, his usual colour. He's vicious in blue, the King of the Addicts. But when Dominatus is around he is brown; second-best, the side mistress of the whole ordeal.
For some reason Teddy doesn't mind.
James's hazel seeks Teddy's, plaguing him to open his eyes, to explain himself in a glance. If there was one thing James would always be it was a forgiving person. Teddy used to love him for that, used to cherish his kindness. He can't recall why.
"Now," Dominatus began, his voice quiet and childlike, but not yet patronizing. "Once upon a time there was a woman who had two children. A boy," he gestures to himself. "And a girl."
Teddy snuggles deeper into his lap as he continues. He can hear James breathing heavily, locating emergency exits, possible weapons to use against them. Teddy almost snorts. How silly this boy looked when compared to Dominatus. How silly he was to think that he had any hope of getting out of this place.
"The family lived in a nice little house near Liverpool. They were happy, the three of them. So happy, in fact, that they never, ever needed a father. Oh no. They were going to be great on their own."
Teddy strokes his leg, always eager to please. He looks over at James and sees the look in his eyes, something one didn't see in his eyes often: defeat.
"The boy went to school and had the time of his life, learning spells and rules and games. And then he went back one summer, ready for his sister to join him in the fall. And she did. She loved it. She felt the magic running through her veins, could spike an artery and a rabbit with top hat on would drip out before blood.
"But then, just before her third year, she started to hear the voices." Dominatus's eyes turned dark, looking at James as though everything was his fault, as though every single problem in history could be marked down to James fucking Potter. "They had her tested. The Muggles said she had some kind of brain virus, something that made you think differently. They called her a schizophrenic and gave her pills, jars and jars of pills that she had to keep track of and take twice a day."
Dominatus stands up, knocking Teddy out of the way as he tells James about his sister, about the madness inside her.
"They wanted to lock her up. Toss her in a cell and throw away the key. We refused. No, we said. Helena's a sweet girl. She'd never do anything to anyone. And it was true. She didn't touch a soul." His eyes seem to fade away, as if he is seeing the image before them now.
Teddy doesn't want to see Dominatus this way.
"Dom-"
"Shhhh Teddy," he hushs, putting a finger in front of his mouth. "We've got to finish the story, don't we?" he reaches forward, places a hand on James's ear and tugs, "Little Jamie will be wondering about the ending. And we can't keep him waiting, can we?"
A second of silence follows, as it seems he wants an answer. Teddy gives him one, "Yes sir."
"Good. Now, where was I? Ahh, of course. Helena. Sweet - like sugar on your tongue. She was good too, well respected. Everyone loved her. But, one day while…" he coughs, "we were in Diagon and lost control of her… she didn't mean to hurt those women. She didn't mean to make them scream and bleed. She didn't mean to kill them."
Teddy can't help but feel a little scared as Dominatus goes on, feeling his anger, his denial.
He swallows, "The Aurors didn't see it that way." Dominatus walks towards James, suddenly full of white hot anger. "Especially perfect Harry Potter. Oh no. He didn't give a damn that she was suffering. All he kept saying was how he would miss his first child's birth if he didn't leave before all the evidence could be gathered. He arrested her on the spot. Then threatened me when I called him a bastard."
Dominatus leans in, lips almost brush over James's as he finishes, and "So - that'd be you then, wouldn't it? Harry Potter's precious first born."
James's voice is hectic, "he doesn't give a damn about me -"
"You," Dominatus hisses, "Are the reason my little sister is in Azkaban. Why she's been there for twenty two years."
He stares at James, waiting for him to say something, to try and convince him that he's wrong, that it is not his fault. He waits for only a minute and then something inside him snaps,
"What? Nothing to say? Not a word?" he roars, face red with anger, perfectly brushed hair suddenly wild. Teddy watches as the man he respects more than anything turns animalistic.
All there is, is silence for a second and then-
James is on the floor, gasping at the initial contact of his body to the cold, hard floor. He has barely a second to recover before Dominatus is on him, clutching at his robes, tears them off his frozen body; he is hysterical in his movements, straddling James's waist. Teddy has never seen him lose control this badly and it is frightening for him, frightening in the way that he wants more, like pain that doesn't really hurt, just makes you want to press harder against it.
"Teddy!" he barks, shoving the robes off James's chest; his voice a calm commander as the rest of his body is crazed. "Get over here. Hold his arms."
Teddy scrambles over to do as he's told. He grabs James's delicate wrists and pushes down, pinning him to the floor completely. As soon as skin touches skin James's body comes alive, thawing entirely as he struggles against Teddy's hold and Dominatus's prying fingers.
"Please, please, please," James begs, not looking at either of his captives, eyes shut as he prays to someone, anyone. Maybe to the brother who ran away to America, maybe to the father that threw him away at his hardest time, or maybe to the old Teddy, the one person he could trust above everyone else.
Dominatus slaps him across the face, his head hitting the floor with a loud crack. He hisses in his ear, "Look at me."
Teddy presses down harder on the wrists, loving the sound of his master's voice. It is full of authority, control. He can't help it when he leans down to where Dominatus is, growling down at James. "You're brilliant sir," he says and then kisses him.
James can only watch as the two men above him embrace. He closes his eyes again and tries to imagine it all away.
It doesn't work.
James can feel the man's hands all over his body, scratching, biting, clawing at his skin. He has nowhere to look but up at eyes, Dominatus's cold grey ones or Teddy's hungry black. And every time he turns his head to the side, desperate to escape their leers, the man hits him again.
"Come on Jamie," he breathes in his ear, right hand unbuttons his trousers as the left draws its' nails down his chest. "Scream for me."
Dominatus must be a master of wandless magic because there isn't a wand in sight when James feels the skin of his cheek rip apart, and a huge noise shrieking comes from his vocal chords.
The man loves it, coming even closer to James, running his tongue down the gash. His hand cups James's head in place while he laps up the spilling blood, drinking it like he's possessed. His other hand has succeeded in pulling James's trousers down and suddenly there's a hand down his pants, searching and wandering.
Dominatus digs his nails into James's cock and James can't even scream it hurts so badly. He does it again and again, sucking the gash while the other attacks his most sensitive place. James arches off the hard floor, gasping and shaking and struggling against Teddy's monster hold.
Dominatus pulls off his wound and his other hand moves as well, convincing James for a moment that maybe it's over, maybe they'd just leave him be. But then he feels his pants being pushed down, and Dominatus has turned hard while pressing against his leg, and Teddy's eyes have gotten even hungrier as he waits for his master to fuck his lover.
James hears the spitting and starts thrashing, desperate, raging. Dominatus's hand comes up, holds his chin down while the other forces his legs apart, leaving deep crescents in the soft skin of his thigh. One of the fingers trailing down towards him is wet with saliva and he kicks out with his right leg.
Dominatus swears and then James hears some words and suddenly he's in the worst pain of his life. His muscles are on fire and every bone in his body feels like it's been cracked, his brain sears, his heart pumps furiously, Merlin he wants to die, just kill him already, nothing, not even death, could be as bad as the acid burning through his insides.
And then it is over and he breathes again. His ears come back into focus as he hears Dominatus laugh above him. "Did you like that precious? Do you want me to punish you again?"
James wants to be brave, to take the man just like his father would, but he can't help a whimper, can't help shaking his head.
Dominatus hums and then there is another kind of pain, but James is used to this one. The man has slide a finger into him, and then another, driving into his abused body. James tries to take deep breaths, knowing that what is going to happen will sting a lot less if he doesn't tense up. But then he looks up and sees Teddy and he's hurt and tired and heartbroken all over again.
He's tragic and very much alive.
It seems that Dominatus is sick of waiting because he only gives James one more slap, straight across the face, before shoving his spit-soaked cock into his unwilling body. James screeches but Dominatus barely pays attention, only feeling the warm tightness around his member.
"Merlin," he breathes, eyeing Teddy who has his eyes focused on the event. "You've got good taste in arses, I'll give you that."
"You too." He says back, adding a wink on the end, and then looking down at James who is sweating and breathing shallow.
Dominatus laughs and pulls out of James slowly; letting the friction burn his insides before thrusting back in. James feels the man's hand on his soft cock, rubbing it, trying to make him hard and embarrassed.
He can't help but spasm as Dominatus pushes into him again, harder than before so his head hits the floor. The sudden movement around the man's cock seems to stir something in him, and he looks down at James's with interest in his eyes.
"Hmm," he thrusts again, watching the boy squirm. "Let's try that again shall we?"
Dominatus fills James once more and then whispers the magic words, making the boy thrash around and scream as he's once more in the worst pain of his life. His muscles clench around Dominatus's cock, pure pain for him and straight pleasure for the man.
He throbs into James again and again as James struggles under the power of the Cruciatus curse. It seems like ages have gone by when Dominatus comes inside him, grabbing onto the boy's shaking shoulder and biting it.
James whimpers as the man goes slack against him. Every bone in his body feels like it's been shattered by a hammer. But he's alive. And it's over.
Merlin he hopes it's over.
"Tie him up," Dominatus whispers as he pulls out of James. He looks down at the boy, torn cheek, bruises forming, and grins. His fingers brush back the auburn hair sticking to James's sweaty forehead. "We haven't even started yet."
Dominatus stands, pulling up his trousers and zipping them. He watches as Teddy drops James's wrists and grabs his arm instead, heaving him roughly to his feet.
"Please Ted." James begs, eyes turned hollow. "Please don't do this."
Teddy shoves him into the chair pushing his shoulders into the hard wood. He grins like a maniac, removing one hand and reaching into his robes to grab his wand. He taps the side of James's chair twice and long, thick ropes spring on either side, securing him to the chair painfully.
In a matter of seconds James cannot move.
Dominatus turns, pinning James with a stare. He walks up to him slowly, carefully, a lioness stalking her prey, a black widow climbing up human flesh. He's ready to strike.
"What now?" James asks, the hero card programmed back into his mind as he realizes that talking is the only thing that could save him. "What could you possibly have left? You've already broken my heart, raped me, used an Unforgivable." He is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. He struggles against the bounds but falls back unsuccessful.
Dominatus frowns a little, looking for a moment, like he's unable to answer. Then he smiles widely.
"My dear, dear Jamie." He says, one hand fiddling with the inside pocket of his robes while the other reaches out to him. James turns his head away from it but Dominatus catches the side of his cheek and caresses it, thumb gliding over the wound.
"Honey, you are very lucky today." His hand comes out of his pocket with a glass vial, identical to the one that Teddy had drank an hour before, identical to the ones that millions of people would be taking, right that second.
"Today," Dominatus smiles, using his hand to tip James's head back, "you're going to try out a little thing for us. The New York Mob's been extremely successful, but you know what they say about mobs and telling the truth." He winked. "I wanted to try it out for myself."
Teddy's eyes go wide for a second before he understands and then grins, so amazed at the brilliance of his master. He watches keenly, while his own hand searches for a vial in his own robes. The buzz is starting to wear off.
He swallows the dream while Dominatus uncaps the other vial, standing over James. The boy yanks his head this way and that, making small needy noises. Dominatus grabs his chin, forcing him back. He squeezes his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.
James has his eyes screwed up shut and keeps protesting, even while the liquid is draining down his throat, burning into his stomach and then straight into his blood stream, into his mind.
Dominatus holds the moment for a second, frozen, hardly breathing as Teddy does the same across the room; watching but also lost in bliss.
And then James screams.
It tears through the room, bouncing off the walls. His scream comes from a place of pure agony, from hurt and pain, worse than torture, worst than existence and death. He can't escape.
Teddy, eyes wide as he watches the boy thrash in his chair, hears Dominatus's laughter. He looks up surprised and sees the man. He's still holding James's jaw as he shrieks, feeling the boy's muscles tighten, getting pleasure out of the way James can't control his body, his mind, or how fast the pain is spreading.
"Dominatus?" Teddy asks in a small voice, only wanting to get away, to leave James in the room and continue on with their lives.
The man ignores him completely, eyes rapid on the tortured face.
"Dominatus!" he calls clearly, pleading, begging, move away from him, he's not important, come with me. Teddy's give a cough, a vulnerable, sweet, choking little cough and Dominatus finally turns.
He nods, "Okay. Let's go back to work."
Teddy smiles widely, running to his master's side and tucking his head into the man's neck, wrapping his long arms around him. He knows that Dominatus isn't a fan of cuddling, but Teddy figures it's a special occasion, with James's laboured, heaving breath in the background.
"C'mon," Teddy nudges, walking them to the door.
Dominatus opens it, giving one look back to James's. He smiles at him, and then down at Teddy, passing through the door.
"Back to business, eh Ted?" he asks with a wink.
Teddy closes the door.
-.-
James is standing in a ring of fire. His father's there with him, as is his mother, and Albus, and Lily, and Teddy. They're all standing around, smiling at him like never before, their white teeth flashing against the flicker of the flames.
And then the fire whips this way, whips that way, snagging Al and dragging him into the burning centre. James can only watch while his brother screams for a way out, burning in seconds. James can't move.
Then the fire takes Lily, surrounding her, engulfing her. Then his mother.
It's just James, his father and Teddy left in the circle. They're both still smiling at him, adoration in their eyes.
The fire strikes once more, creating bonds around Harry's wrists, forcing him to his knees. It licks him slowly with its flames, turning his pale skin black while James's is forced to watch. Teddy only stays by his side, grinning up at him, never faltering.
When Harry has melted away he waits for it to take Teddy too. But instead the fire dies down, leaving only a charred ground, to which Teddy pushes him down on. Suddenly Teddy is whipping him, the hard knots hitting his back painfully and he cries out again and again. He feels blood spotting through his clothes and struggles to stay on his hands, struggles not to fall into the dirt.
It feels like hours. Teddy eventually stops and James drops to the ground, breathing in the husky, campfire smell around him. His lover steps in front of him and squats, reaching for his face and touching it gently.
The flames start up again slowly, while Teddy smiles brightly at him, caressing him. James can't figure it out, can't even think when the man's movements stop being sweet and he is slapping his face instead, over and over, while the flames tickle his bare feet, enough to cause pain but not sear off entirely.
He's shouting out, he's crying, there are tears streaming down his face but it does not stop. The flames will go again and ice will be in their place, making his freeze, making him shiver while Teddy breaks his bones.
He's drowning in an ocean.
He's being slashed across the chest by Teddy's knife.
He's face down in quick sand while being castrated.
This nightmare would never, ever end.
the end