Fic: 'Perfect' HP/ASP NC17
Title - Perfect
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Albus Severus
Warnings - Non-Con, Mind!Fuck, Dark!Fic, Incest, PWP
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - A chance for revenge destroys the relationship between father and son forever
Author's Notes - Written for fbowden as a thanks for donating to livelongnmarry. Also counts to prompt #9 Change of my mission_insane Genre Table - Angst
It was, Draco mused, too good an opportunity to pass up. The youngest Potter boy, trapped and at his mercy. The chance to wreak havoc with Perfect Potter's perfect life, presented to him on a silver platter with all the trimmings. Glancing behind him to check the darkened jitty off Knockturn Alley was indeed deserted, Draco cast heavy charms to protect them from view, and easily disarmed the trembling boy. "Naughty Albus Severus Potter, wandering where he shouldn't. I think I need to teach you a lesson."
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Harry looked up, surprised that there was anyone in the house. Ginny and the kids were staying at the Burrow, and he was finishing up some paperwork before he went and joined them a few days later. Drawing his wand, he set it down on the desk when the door to his study opened, and Albus sidled in. "Hey, Al. What are you doing here?"
Albus looked strange, different somehow. His eyes were wide and shiny, and he seemed to be moving stiffly. The muscles in his jaw were twitching, as though he was having trouble opening his mouth, and when he did speak the words came out sounding chewed up and gruff. "Got a surprise for you, Daddy."
Al hadn't called him 'daddy' for over a decade, and Harry was immediately suspicious. But, as he reached for his wand, there was a flurry of activity, and Harry found himself shoved roughly against his desk chair as the door to his study slammed shut. Al grabbed his wand, tossing it towards the door, where it seemed to disappear in thin air.
As he opened his mouth to shout at Al, Al's hand connected with his jaw, and the blow sent Harry twisting away from the force of it. Al still had his wand in hand, and Harry held his hands up in surrender as it was pressed against his throat. Al's eyes were still wide and wet, his jaw fighting against speaking again. Something was terribly wrong, but Harry had no idea what, or what he should do for the best.
"Bend over the desk," Every word seemed to be forced through Al's lips, and his son did not sound like his son at all. But, there was a wand pressed to his neck, and Harry had no choice but to obey.
As soon as his hands touched the smooth wood surface, the familiar heat of a binding charm ripped through him, and Harry found himself held in place. He recognised the spells Al was muttering darkly, and felt heat flush his body when his robes Vanished, and the chill of the air skated over his skin. "Al! Jesus, Al, what the hell are you doing?"
"Perfect Potter," The words were in his son's voice, but they were not his son, and Harry felt fear settle in his stomach. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. "Perfect life, perfect wife. Perfect breakdown."
"Al, Al whatever this is, you can fight it, Al, fight it."
Something hot and wet hit his shoulder, making Harry cry out. The rustle of fabric caught his attention, but he couldn't see anything in the room, and Al was pressed against him, as naked as he was. Then, in a surreal and sickening move, an erect penis appeared in front of Harry, near the closed door to his study. From the position it was bobbing in the air, its owner was stood up, and Harry fought against the Auror instincts that were trying to kick the pieces into place.
"Al, listen to me. You can throw off whatever spell you're under, you can resist it. You're stronger than this, so much stronger. Come on Al, fight with me."
"Weak mind, easy to control. Fuck him, Al."
The cold, hard voice was quite obviously under a charm to twist its owner's natural tone and make him unidentifiable, and fear twisted tighter in Harry's gut. Without his wand, he couldn't send out a call to his co-workers, but would he even if he could? The shame of the position he was in heated his cheeks, and Harry was reduced to begging with Al, feeling his strength ebb away as he felt Al's prick stiffening against his buttock.
"Al, come on Al, fight, dammit! Al don't do this, don't do this to me!"
The cold voice chuckled; the end of the laugh lost on the sound of Harry's scream as Al penetrated him suddenly and sharply, moulding their bodies together with one violent thrust. Pain ripped through Harry, a kind of pain he'd never experienced, like flames licking around him and through him. There was no respite between the brutal penetration and Al beginning to thrust; mechanical movements that found a little ease with the blood that felt like it was pouring from Harry in pints. And still, wet splashes fell over Harry's shoulder and back, mirroring the ones falling from him to the surface of the desk.
Al was grunting behind him, and through the haze of his tears, Harry watched as the disembodied erection spilled, a cleaning charm catching up the white liquid before it could even hit the carpet. This man was good, and Harry would have cursed the fact he would probably have no way of identifying the assailant, but Al's thrusts were speeding up, and the door was opening.
As Al tensed, a wave of powerful magic washed over Harry, and the door opened and closed, taking the mystery assailant from the room as Harry choked on a sob and Al came inside him.
"Sorry… so sorry Dad please… Imperius… so sorry…" Al trailed away, yanking away from Harry and making Harry wince. He heard Al throwing up in the bin, and though the binding spell had ended with the wave of magic that lifted the Imperius curse, Harry found that he was totally unable to move and comfort his son.
Or rather, unwilling, because he found it perfectly easy to turn and flee the room.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Albus Severus
Warnings - Non-Con, Mind!Fuck, Dark!Fic, Incest, PWP
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - A chance for revenge destroys the relationship between father and son forever
Author's Notes - Written for fbowden as a thanks for donating to livelongnmarry. Also counts to prompt #9 Change of my mission_insane Genre Table - Angst
It was, Draco mused, too good an opportunity to pass up. The youngest Potter boy, trapped and at his mercy. The chance to wreak havoc with Perfect Potter's perfect life, presented to him on a silver platter with all the trimmings. Glancing behind him to check the darkened jitty off Knockturn Alley was indeed deserted, Draco cast heavy charms to protect them from view, and easily disarmed the trembling boy. "Naughty Albus Severus Potter, wandering where he shouldn't. I think I need to teach you a lesson."
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry looked up, surprised that there was anyone in the house. Ginny and the kids were staying at the Burrow, and he was finishing up some paperwork before he went and joined them a few days later. Drawing his wand, he set it down on the desk when the door to his study opened, and Albus sidled in. "Hey, Al. What are you doing here?"
Albus looked strange, different somehow. His eyes were wide and shiny, and he seemed to be moving stiffly. The muscles in his jaw were twitching, as though he was having trouble opening his mouth, and when he did speak the words came out sounding chewed up and gruff. "Got a surprise for you, Daddy."
Al hadn't called him 'daddy' for over a decade, and Harry was immediately suspicious. But, as he reached for his wand, there was a flurry of activity, and Harry found himself shoved roughly against his desk chair as the door to his study slammed shut. Al grabbed his wand, tossing it towards the door, where it seemed to disappear in thin air.
As he opened his mouth to shout at Al, Al's hand connected with his jaw, and the blow sent Harry twisting away from the force of it. Al still had his wand in hand, and Harry held his hands up in surrender as it was pressed against his throat. Al's eyes were still wide and wet, his jaw fighting against speaking again. Something was terribly wrong, but Harry had no idea what, or what he should do for the best.
"Bend over the desk," Every word seemed to be forced through Al's lips, and his son did not sound like his son at all. But, there was a wand pressed to his neck, and Harry had no choice but to obey.
As soon as his hands touched the smooth wood surface, the familiar heat of a binding charm ripped through him, and Harry found himself held in place. He recognised the spells Al was muttering darkly, and felt heat flush his body when his robes Vanished, and the chill of the air skated over his skin. "Al! Jesus, Al, what the hell are you doing?"
"Perfect Potter," The words were in his son's voice, but they were not his son, and Harry felt fear settle in his stomach. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. "Perfect life, perfect wife. Perfect breakdown."
"Al, Al whatever this is, you can fight it, Al, fight it."
Something hot and wet hit his shoulder, making Harry cry out. The rustle of fabric caught his attention, but he couldn't see anything in the room, and Al was pressed against him, as naked as he was. Then, in a surreal and sickening move, an erect penis appeared in front of Harry, near the closed door to his study. From the position it was bobbing in the air, its owner was stood up, and Harry fought against the Auror instincts that were trying to kick the pieces into place.
"Al, listen to me. You can throw off whatever spell you're under, you can resist it. You're stronger than this, so much stronger. Come on Al, fight with me."
"Weak mind, easy to control. Fuck him, Al."
The cold, hard voice was quite obviously under a charm to twist its owner's natural tone and make him unidentifiable, and fear twisted tighter in Harry's gut. Without his wand, he couldn't send out a call to his co-workers, but would he even if he could? The shame of the position he was in heated his cheeks, and Harry was reduced to begging with Al, feeling his strength ebb away as he felt Al's prick stiffening against his buttock.
"Al, come on Al, fight, dammit! Al don't do this, don't do this to me!"
The cold voice chuckled; the end of the laugh lost on the sound of Harry's scream as Al penetrated him suddenly and sharply, moulding their bodies together with one violent thrust. Pain ripped through Harry, a kind of pain he'd never experienced, like flames licking around him and through him. There was no respite between the brutal penetration and Al beginning to thrust; mechanical movements that found a little ease with the blood that felt like it was pouring from Harry in pints. And still, wet splashes fell over Harry's shoulder and back, mirroring the ones falling from him to the surface of the desk.
Al was grunting behind him, and through the haze of his tears, Harry watched as the disembodied erection spilled, a cleaning charm catching up the white liquid before it could even hit the carpet. This man was good, and Harry would have cursed the fact he would probably have no way of identifying the assailant, but Al's thrusts were speeding up, and the door was opening.
As Al tensed, a wave of powerful magic washed over Harry, and the door opened and closed, taking the mystery assailant from the room as Harry choked on a sob and Al came inside him.
"Sorry… so sorry Dad please… Imperius… so sorry…" Al trailed away, yanking away from Harry and making Harry wince. He heard Al throwing up in the bin, and though the binding spell had ended with the wave of magic that lifted the Imperius curse, Harry found that he was totally unable to move and comfort his son.
Or rather, unwilling, because he found it perfectly easy to turn and flee the room.