Fic: 'First Love' Scorpius/James NC17
Okay, so, I had an inordinate amount of fun playing in nextgendarkfest this year, especially because I got to write for the awesome drippingcherry. Roll on next year's fest!
Anyways, here's my fucked up little fic :)
Title:: First Love
Author: softly_sweetly
Betas: marguerite_26, melusinahp and nolagal
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1,250 approx.
Pairing(s): James/Scorpius, Highlight for spoiler pairing *James/Other Potter Male*
Warnings/Kinks: Rough Oral, Potion Abuse, Mind!Fuck, Dark!Fic
Disclaimer:: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: First love makes us do dangerous things
Author/Artist's Notes: Written for drippingcherry at the first nextgendarkfest. Counts to prompt #6 Mask of my mission_insane Themed Table: Horror and prompt #70 Harm from my 100quills Next Generation Table
James Sirius Potter was perfect in every way: perfect student, perfect son, perfect Quidditch player.
James walked the school as though he owned it, tormenting anyone who got in his way or caught his eye. Protected by his surname and a world of adults who fawned over him like he was the second coming, nothing and no one was out of his reach.
Scorpius could understand his draw to James. James was everything he would never be: beautiful, loved, admired, powerful, and popular. James had the world at his feet, and no fear of jumping right in. Scorpius had fostered a crush on James since the first time he saw the boy, and when James had kissed him, he'd fallen robe over wand in love. Nothing had ever been felt as strongly as Scorpius' love for James; no couple had ever been this well-matched, this perfect for each other.
But still, Scorpius couldn't understand why James would want him. Why the older boy would meet him in secluded classrooms, would kiss and caress him like a lover. The why didn't matter; all that mattered was that Scorpius was grateful. He loved James, and as long as James loved him back, he didn't need to question it.
"You love me, don't you Scorpius?" James asked idly as they cuddled in the Room of Requirement.
Placid with the aftermath of orgasm, Scorpius just nodded softly, shifting one leg to lie more possessively over James' legs.
"And you trust me, don’t you?"
"More than anyone else."
"Then meet me here tomorrow, and play a game with me." James accompanied the question with a roving hand, stroking Scorpius' cock and scratching the sensitive skin behind his balls.
The attention was enough to sway Scorpius' decision. He loved James, and clearly James loved him. "I'll be here."
---♥---
He'd always been told to never drink any potion that wasn't made by him-people still resented his family for surviving the war, Scorpius knew that. But James wouldn’t hurt him; James loved him. And if James was pressing a potion to his lips, it would only be for the reasons James was whispering in his ear. So Scorpius opened his mouth and swallowed the potion, ignoring the way it burned down his throat, ignoring the way it made his skin crawl and tighten, his head ache and his limbs tingle. Ignoring all of that, because he could still feel James' arms wrapped around him.
When the pain stopped, Scorpius looked up at James. There was something feral in James' eyes, and Scorpius wondered if he had made a mistake. "Can I see?"
"It's more fun if you don't," James whispered, pulling out a length of material and tying it around Scorpius' eyes. Scorpius wanted to refuse, but this was James. James wanted to play games with him, have fun with him, and if Scorpius refused, he might lose James forever.
It didn't matter that he was scared, or that the potion had made him feel sick. James was here, and James wouldn't let any harm come to Scorpius.
---♥---
As the term wore on, James asked him to take the potion more and more, until they were never together without Scorpius taking the mystery brew. He didn't know what he was taking, and part of him didn’t want to know. A little dwelling, a little research, and he was sure he'd figure it out. But some part of Scorpius that refused to stay quiet kept telling him that maybe not knowing was better. James was changing, but Scorpius knew if he complained, he would lose James forever.
There was no more cuddling, no more caresses. James hardly spoke to him anymore. Sex was rough, biting, and violent. Scorpius had learned to cope with spit as lubricant, with one finger as stretching, or less. Once he'd tried preparing himself before they met, but James had gone through the roof. It ruined the fun, apparently. He had learned to ignore the pain in his knees when he was kept there all night, and the rasp in his voice when he answered in class the next day. He had learned to heal rope burns and knife cuts, learned to move with the hits so that they didn’t bruise so much.
Swallowing it down, Scorpius knew to stay still and wait for the blindfold to come. James tied it tight, and then Scorpius was shoved down onto the floor. He listened to James undressing, knowing James didn’t want him to move or speak. But he couldn’t help himself crying out when his hair was pulled roughly, bringing him up to his knees.
"James, please!"
"Shut up," James' hand cracked down across Scorpius' cheek, and Scorpius would have gone sprawling if James hadn't still been holding his hair. "You shut up, and you do what I say. I'm in charge, now. Your mouth is good for sucking cock and nothing else, you hear me?"
Not daring to answer, Scorpius just nodded, as well as he could do with his hair held tight. His agreement was answered with James' cock focusing through his lips, and Scorpius could almost forget the rough treatment. James still loved him, still wanted him. James was still Scorpius' everything, even if sometimes he forgot himself and got a little rough.
Sucking and licking, Scorpius felt James' other hand tighten in his hair, and then James was fucking his throat. No amount of practice could overcome his gag reflex, and Scorpius fought to keep his mouth open as James' cock slid in and out of his mouth. There were a thousand people who would do this for James, but James wanted Scorpius, so Scorpius wouldn't complain.
James' cock slid free of his mouth, and a hand clenched around Scorpius' jaw and forced his mouth closed. The hand in his hair let go, and Scorpius listened to the wet slaps of James' hand on his prick. He hated this, it was humiliating, but he'd let it happen to make James happy.
Wet warmth covered his lips, hot spurts as James grunted and squeezed Scorpius' jaw even tighter. James rubbed his prick around Scorpius' cheeks as he squeezed the final dribbles free, staining Scorpius completely before he shoved Scorpius away.
"Tomorrow, on your knees and waiting for me."
The barked order was a far cry from the pretty requests of just a few months ago, but Scorpius nodded all the same. It wasn't the end of the world if James forgot a few p's and q's.
As the door closed behind James, Scorpius drew his wand and cleaned himself up. The potion hadn't stopped working yet-they were usually in here much longer. But Scorpius could stand and walk, so he reasoned he was safe to go back to his dorm rooms. After all, James wouldn’t have left him alone if he was in any danger.
Pulling on his cloak and stashing his wand in his pocket, Scorpius clicked the door to the Room of Requirement closed behind him and started walking back to Ravenclaw.
He'd never have known if Mrs. Norris hadn't been prowling about, and he'd had to take a detour through the secret passageway that lead into the trophy corridor. As he pushed the painting closed behind him, Scorpius caught sight of himself in one of the cabinets opposite. It wasn't the greatest image, but as he met his reflection's emerald green eyes, it was enough to show Scorpius that perhaps James didn’t truly love him for him.
Anyways, here's my fucked up little fic :)
Title:: First Love
Author: softly_sweetly
Betas: marguerite_26, melusinahp and nolagal
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1,250 approx.
Pairing(s): James/Scorpius, Highlight for spoiler pairing *James/Other Potter Male*
Warnings/Kinks: Rough Oral, Potion Abuse, Mind!Fuck, Dark!Fic
Disclaimer:: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: First love makes us do dangerous things
Author/Artist's Notes: Written for drippingcherry at the first nextgendarkfest. Counts to prompt #6 Mask of my mission_insane Themed Table: Horror and prompt #70 Harm from my 100quills Next Generation Table
James Sirius Potter was perfect in every way: perfect student, perfect son, perfect Quidditch player.
James walked the school as though he owned it, tormenting anyone who got in his way or caught his eye. Protected by his surname and a world of adults who fawned over him like he was the second coming, nothing and no one was out of his reach.
Scorpius could understand his draw to James. James was everything he would never be: beautiful, loved, admired, powerful, and popular. James had the world at his feet, and no fear of jumping right in. Scorpius had fostered a crush on James since the first time he saw the boy, and when James had kissed him, he'd fallen robe over wand in love. Nothing had ever been felt as strongly as Scorpius' love for James; no couple had ever been this well-matched, this perfect for each other.
But still, Scorpius couldn't understand why James would want him. Why the older boy would meet him in secluded classrooms, would kiss and caress him like a lover. The why didn't matter; all that mattered was that Scorpius was grateful. He loved James, and as long as James loved him back, he didn't need to question it.
"You love me, don't you Scorpius?" James asked idly as they cuddled in the Room of Requirement.
Placid with the aftermath of orgasm, Scorpius just nodded softly, shifting one leg to lie more possessively over James' legs.
"And you trust me, don’t you?"
"More than anyone else."
"Then meet me here tomorrow, and play a game with me." James accompanied the question with a roving hand, stroking Scorpius' cock and scratching the sensitive skin behind his balls.
The attention was enough to sway Scorpius' decision. He loved James, and clearly James loved him. "I'll be here."
---♥---
He'd always been told to never drink any potion that wasn't made by him-people still resented his family for surviving the war, Scorpius knew that. But James wouldn’t hurt him; James loved him. And if James was pressing a potion to his lips, it would only be for the reasons James was whispering in his ear. So Scorpius opened his mouth and swallowed the potion, ignoring the way it burned down his throat, ignoring the way it made his skin crawl and tighten, his head ache and his limbs tingle. Ignoring all of that, because he could still feel James' arms wrapped around him.
When the pain stopped, Scorpius looked up at James. There was something feral in James' eyes, and Scorpius wondered if he had made a mistake. "Can I see?"
"It's more fun if you don't," James whispered, pulling out a length of material and tying it around Scorpius' eyes. Scorpius wanted to refuse, but this was James. James wanted to play games with him, have fun with him, and if Scorpius refused, he might lose James forever.
It didn't matter that he was scared, or that the potion had made him feel sick. James was here, and James wouldn't let any harm come to Scorpius.
---♥---
As the term wore on, James asked him to take the potion more and more, until they were never together without Scorpius taking the mystery brew. He didn't know what he was taking, and part of him didn’t want to know. A little dwelling, a little research, and he was sure he'd figure it out. But some part of Scorpius that refused to stay quiet kept telling him that maybe not knowing was better. James was changing, but Scorpius knew if he complained, he would lose James forever.
There was no more cuddling, no more caresses. James hardly spoke to him anymore. Sex was rough, biting, and violent. Scorpius had learned to cope with spit as lubricant, with one finger as stretching, or less. Once he'd tried preparing himself before they met, but James had gone through the roof. It ruined the fun, apparently. He had learned to ignore the pain in his knees when he was kept there all night, and the rasp in his voice when he answered in class the next day. He had learned to heal rope burns and knife cuts, learned to move with the hits so that they didn’t bruise so much.
Swallowing it down, Scorpius knew to stay still and wait for the blindfold to come. James tied it tight, and then Scorpius was shoved down onto the floor. He listened to James undressing, knowing James didn’t want him to move or speak. But he couldn’t help himself crying out when his hair was pulled roughly, bringing him up to his knees.
"James, please!"
"Shut up," James' hand cracked down across Scorpius' cheek, and Scorpius would have gone sprawling if James hadn't still been holding his hair. "You shut up, and you do what I say. I'm in charge, now. Your mouth is good for sucking cock and nothing else, you hear me?"
Not daring to answer, Scorpius just nodded, as well as he could do with his hair held tight. His agreement was answered with James' cock focusing through his lips, and Scorpius could almost forget the rough treatment. James still loved him, still wanted him. James was still Scorpius' everything, even if sometimes he forgot himself and got a little rough.
Sucking and licking, Scorpius felt James' other hand tighten in his hair, and then James was fucking his throat. No amount of practice could overcome his gag reflex, and Scorpius fought to keep his mouth open as James' cock slid in and out of his mouth. There were a thousand people who would do this for James, but James wanted Scorpius, so Scorpius wouldn't complain.
James' cock slid free of his mouth, and a hand clenched around Scorpius' jaw and forced his mouth closed. The hand in his hair let go, and Scorpius listened to the wet slaps of James' hand on his prick. He hated this, it was humiliating, but he'd let it happen to make James happy.
Wet warmth covered his lips, hot spurts as James grunted and squeezed Scorpius' jaw even tighter. James rubbed his prick around Scorpius' cheeks as he squeezed the final dribbles free, staining Scorpius completely before he shoved Scorpius away.
"Tomorrow, on your knees and waiting for me."
The barked order was a far cry from the pretty requests of just a few months ago, but Scorpius nodded all the same. It wasn't the end of the world if James forgot a few p's and q's.
As the door closed behind James, Scorpius drew his wand and cleaned himself up. The potion hadn't stopped working yet-they were usually in here much longer. But Scorpius could stand and walk, so he reasoned he was safe to go back to his dorm rooms. After all, James wouldn’t have left him alone if he was in any danger.
Pulling on his cloak and stashing his wand in his pocket, Scorpius clicked the door to the Room of Requirement closed behind him and started walking back to Ravenclaw.
He'd never have known if Mrs. Norris hadn't been prowling about, and he'd had to take a detour through the secret passageway that lead into the trophy corridor. As he pushed the painting closed behind him, Scorpius caught sight of himself in one of the cabinets opposite. It wasn't the greatest image, but as he met his reflection's emerald green eyes, it was enough to show Scorpius that perhaps James didn’t truly love him for him.