Fic: Promised - Chapter 105
Title: Promised
Author: neddiheht (Ashavan Doyon)
Artist: ritalaura2000
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All ATWT characters the property of P&G/Telenext. Harry Potter and the characters associated with that universe belong to J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and Scholastic. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made from this fiction.
Characters/Pairings: Noah/Draco, Luke/Neville, Luke/Noah, Draco/Harry. Some mention of other fun pairings not involving Luke, Noah, Draco or Harry.
Word Count: 205,207
Warnings alternate universe, graphic sex, arranged marriages, mpreg, some mention of non-consensual sex. This is a Nuke fic set largely in the Harry Potter verse and combined with a Drarry pairing.
Summary: Luciano Grimaldi was a perfectly happy young wizard. His family carefully neutral during the war, he has found happiness in the years since Voldemort's fall with herbologist, hero, and friend of the Savior, Neville Longbottom. Only he's just been informed that in the tradition of ancient pure blood families, he was promised at birth, in an offering to keep his family safe, to the son of infamous American Death Eater Winston Mayer.
Noah Mayer is a very unhappy wizard. In love for years with fellow Death Eater Draco Malfoy, the two young men have secretly found solace and love in each others arms, dreading the day they knew would come. They are promised, in the traditions of the oldest families. Promised to young wizards who didn't know. Married, for all intents and purposes, almost at birth to strangers who will doubtless hate them. Now they must surrender to duty and obligation. Now they must turn their backs on a love they know and risk everything for what might be. Noah always knew he hated pure blood traditions. This was why.
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Chapter 105
Luciano woke, aching, sore, and covered with oil and semen and sweat. Their bed smelled like Noah and sex and sweat and the soft moist smell of arse. Noah was sound asleep, an arm slung over Luke's chest, his hips canted so that one thigh rested over Luke's left leg, the foot entangled with Luke's ankle.
Luke leaned his head back and inhaled the scent, staring at the ceiling. That his parents... that they didn't understand. This man loved him, this perfect gorgeous man. How could anything be more perfect? His fingers sought the fingers of the hand that was splayed across his chest. He leaned over and gently kissed Noah's forehead.
The man had to be exhausted. They'd literally fucked all night long, and Noah had not had the benefit of the potions that would normally make that possible. In his condition those potions could cause irreparable damage. Still he'd managed to shift from long hard fucks to gentle lovemaking that had built to a slow crescendo. Luke had felt the silencing spells fail in the night and he suspected a lecture from the headmistress was inevitable. There was little doubt that once again they'd scared the house elves. And probably all of Hufflepuff too.
Luke fell back against the pillows. "I love you, bubby," he whispered softly, and then slowly let himself drift back to sleep.
When Luke woke again their positions had shifted. His head was resting on Noah's smooth chest, his legs wrapped clutching around Noah's right leg, his hand stroking Noah's... Luke startled awake at the soft pulsing in his hand as Noah moaned Luke's name sleepily, releasing creamy white cum all over Luke's hand. Noah's whole body shook and he chuckled as his eyes opened sleepily.
"Good morning to you, too," he said as Luke reached for tissues. Noah's hand seized his wrist. "Let me, love," he said leaning over to lick his cum from Luke's fingers. "Mmmm, there," he said leaving Luke's hands still a little sticky and wet from his tongue, though clean of the thick substance.
"Well, I better get to taste," demanded Luke, though Noah lost little time in pressing lips against his and granting the desire. Dimly Luke knew that many gay men detested the taste of cum, and he could only be glad that Noah seemed to share a love of the taste... at least of each other.
"I don't know how I'm going to look Hufflepuff in the face," said Noah.
Luke chuckled. "That's what you get for breaking the silencing charms."
"Oh fuck, the house elves. Minerva's going to kill me!"
"It'll be fine, baby. I loved it."
"Love fucking you so much."
Luke leaned in to kiss him again. "Mine."
"Yours, my Luciano. All yours."
Luke lay back, his sticky hand seeking his own cock. "Watch me?"
Noah's eyes grew dark and his hand sought a place on Luke's chest. "Will you scream for me?"
Luke waggled his eyebrows and closed his eyes, his hand finding a familiar grip over his cock as the other hand slid underneath his body to seek out his swollen, wet entrance. He moaned as first one, then two fingers slid into his hole and he let the hand on his cock splay wide, rubbing hard against the underside of his cock.
"Fuck, Luke... I love watching..."
"Shh, baby," said Luke, "just watch."
Luke twisted his fingers in his arse and moaned. "I can still feel you in me," he said, "so hard and thick, fucking me." He let out a little whimper as the fingers pulled out and then a squeal as he shot them back in hard. His other hand was stroking his cock leisurely.
"Remember when I was a boy. Wishing I'd find someone. Wanting to know what it felt like. To get fucked."
A kiss was pressed against the soft hair on his chest and Luke would have clutched the head to him, except his hands were both busy. He settled for leaning over and kissing Noah's forehead, his hand working faster.
"I never knew... I never knew getting fucked could be so beautiful. To feel a man's seed against the inside of my arse. That the burn co-co-could feel so f-f-fuck..." his voice was coming in heavy pants now, his hand moving fast, up down, twist, up, down, the top finger occasionally jerking forward at the end of the stroke to tease against his slit.
He was bucking from the deliberate abuse the fingers in his arse were giving his prostate, teasing that spot that made men lose control. "When I th-think of you, N-n-noah... s-so beaut... s-so beautiful. Th-think of you n-needing m-m-me, t-t-touching me."
Noah ran his hand, splayed wide, through the hair on Luke's chest and Luke lost his battle, his head going back. "F-f-fucking l-love you... l-love you. Mine."
Luke came in great spurts that landed over them both, little globs of cum landing in Noah's hair, all over Luke's chest, neck and cheek. Luke kept stroking reflexively and then hissed, pulling his hand away as the flesh grew insanely sensitive. He shook, turning to look at Noah. "This is what you do to me, baby."
"Love you too," said Noah, licking the cum from his cheek and kissing him, sharing the taste before he stood up. "I need to get up and get ready. Still have to do that dorm check for the house," he said.
"Fuck me in the shower?" asked Luke hopefully.
Noah growled playfully. "Definitely, love," he said, lifting the cum covered man into his arms and carrying him out of the room and into the shower. They took their time, Noah thrusting into him under the hot spray, Luke's legs wrapped tight around Noah's waist as Noah fucked him into the wall, leaving cris-crossed marks from the dips between the tiles covering Luke's back.
Finally Noah washed himself, and Luke, before turning and spreading his legs, his hands against the wall of the shower. He turned, letting the spray of the water hit him and whispered to Luke, "Yours." And then the wolf was on him, claiming him, filling him, marking him. Noah screamed at the brutal harshness of it. Screamed and exulted in it. This was what he needed. To be owned. To be taken. To be filled.
When he finally made it to Hufflepuff's dorm, his teaching robes billowing black and forbidding around him, he managed to be quite intentionally oblivious to the looks of shock and awe of the students. He ignored the cat calls and the whistles. He smiled at the blushing faces as he walked through, providing reassurance and occasional packing spells and walked the students from the castle to the train station for their ride home. None of the staff questioned the broad smile on his face. None of the students dared say anything to his face.
He got home to find a well shagged Luciano still lounging in a rather prolonged afterglow and joined him there on the couch, folding Luke into his arms.
"So what is on the agenda for the rest of the day?" asked Luke quietly.
"This is it," said Noah, pressing soft kisses against the ridge of Luke's ear. "You, me, couch, touching each other."
"Need to touch you, baby."
"Mmmm," said Noah burying his face in Luke's neck. "Me too, love."
Luke rolled himself around so they lay on the couch together facing one another, and they kissed, gently, and touched, until the taste of their lips had them both losing all track of time and they fell asleep, touching and caressing each other, entangled on the couch.
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