Winter Shorts 2008 Round Two: Fic - Genesis - NC-17
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Title: Genesis
Name: maja_li
Prompt: #072 - “You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul” - Julie De Lespinasse
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1,180
Rating: NC-17
Betas: smirking_muse, nolagal, faithwood
Author's Notes: A million thanks to my lovely betas!! Because they’re the ones who waded through this and made it, you know, readable and coherent :D *laughs and cuddles you guys like mad*
Summary: Albus is quite a bastard. Scorpius could make more of an issue of it.
Albus Potter had never had a nemesis before. It wasn’t particularly surprising-having a nemesis took time, and energy, and effort, and who wanted to put up with that when it was easier just to smile and nod and hate quietly on the inside? And hate he did-hated so well and so thoroughly that sometimes even in the midst of it he wondered and was frightened. From the first moment he had seen Scorpius Malfoy, before he had even known his name, he had hated.
“God!” he snarled, shoving the small blonde against the sink of the sixth floor boys’ bathroom so that the irregular metal taps slammed into his back, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. “You’re pathetic.”
Scorpius looked up at him through his straggling bangs with blue eyes already filled with resignation. His expression only inflamed Albus further. He stepped forward, fisting his hands in Scorpius’ hair and yanking the other’s head back, exposing the pale, vulnerable throat. Albus wanted to sink his teeth into that throat, feel the flesh parting before him and the warm blood spurting rhythmically over himself and Scorpius and the smooth, clean bathroom tiles.
“Come on,” he breathed, hot and moist against the skin so that goose bumps raced over it. “Fight back. Fight me.”
“And what good would that do?” Scorpius inquired wearily. “You’re stronger, you’re faster, and you have my wand. You’ll only hurt me worse than usual.”
Albus smiled then, hungry and triumphant.
“Are you so sure of that?” He raised his hand, something constricting painfully in his chest as Scorpius face twisted and his eyes squeezed shut-
And brought it gently to the collar of Scorpius’ robes, sliding his fingers into the knot of his blue and bronze striped tie and tugging it loose. Scorpius’ eyes flew open, his features relaxing in confusion, and Albus’ tension eased as well. He let the tie slither to the floor and went to work on the high-buttoned collar, robes and shirt slipping down Scorpius’ shoulder and exposing one pale pink nipple.
“What are you-ah!” Scorpius’ protest was cut off as Albus’ mouth closed over that pert bud, his tongue raking roughly over the sweet flesh. He shivered, curling up into the contact even as he squirmed away from Albus’ hands, which roamed boldly over his clothed thighs and arse.
“If you don’t want it, fight me,” challenged Albus, yanking Scorpius forward and grinding his erection against his captive’s hip. “Otherwise…” His questing hand, sliding under the waist of Scorpius’ pants and brushing over the top of his crack, left no room for doubt.
“P-please…can’t…” Scorpius struggled for coherency as the last of his clothing was pulled away. The flush that spread over his face and neck brought a smile to Albus’ face. He took the other boy’s half hard length in hand, quickly stroking it to full arousal. The fingers of his other hand slid up and down Scorpius’ crack and rubbed at his dry, fluttering hole.
“Don’t!” he gasped, as Albus pressed the tip of his finger into that tight pucker, and “No-oh…” he moaned, but when Albus spun him around and spat into his own palm Scorpius spread his legs, sticking his arse out eagerly. Two slick fingers invaded him quickly, their steady stretching belied by Albus’ shaking hand on Scorpius’ hip.
“Hold yourself open for me,” Albus ordered, feeling a thrill of delight and arousal when Scorpius immediately obeyed. He pulled his swollen cock out of his pants with a little groan of relief and stroked it a few times, slicking the thick length with its own copious leakage. Then he began to push into Scorpius: slowly, because the other boy was still almost painfully tight; steadily, because if he stopped for even a second to feel the pulse and clench of Scorpius’ insides he knew without a doubt that he would come.
When he was finally pressed flush against Scorpius’ body, buried to the hilt with his throbbing balls tucked up tight under the curve of Scorpius’ arse, Albus began to pull back out. He couldn’t bear to go far, however, before the urge to press himself back inside, keep Scorpius filled with his throbbing length, overwhelmed him. So it continued, slow, shallow thrusts as Scorpius filled the bathroom with his hitching gasps.
“Oh…oh…oh!” Scorpius moaned, long and low, with every inward thrust, his hands white-knuckled as he pulled himself open even wider for Albus. In response, Albus reached down and wrapped a hand around Scorpius’ dripping arousal. He stroked it in time with their languidly rolling hips, squeezing the base each time he sank inside, brushing against that wonderful spot that made Scorpius’ breath stutter and his insides ripple wildly against the hard length buried within.
They might have stayed like that for minutes, or hours, or days for all that Albus knew. His climax was a slow, smoldering burn in the pit of his belly, growing steadily and implacably with every movement of his cock inside Scorpius’ body and every moan that slipped from the other boy’s lips. Finally, with a groan like a dying man Albus buried his face in Scorpius’ sweaty hair as his entire body flowed out of his cock and spent itself up in the deepest reaches of Scorpius’ body. The other boy gasped, his arse clenching tight around Albus, and thrust frantically twice into Albus’ fist before coming himself with a low wail.
They stood there, locked together, forever. Then Scorpius straightened stiffly, gripping the sink and pulling himself up to meet Albus’ eyes in the mirror. Albus twined his hand gently in Scorpius’ hair and turned his head, gently pressing their lips together. His tongue invaded Scorpius’ pliant mouth easily, lazily twining around the other boy’s and stroking the sensitive ridge of his palate. When at last they pulled apart, a thin thread of saliva broke between them. Neither boy moved to wipe it away as Scorpius slowly pulled his clothes on and turned to face Albus with a flushed and smoldering look. Albus swallowed heavily.
Then Scorpius hauled back and socked him in the jaw.
“Ow!”
“Fucking ow!”
Albus clapped a hand to his face and glared at Scorpius, who glared right back, cradling his hand to his chest.
“I never realized how much hitting someone hurt,” he complained.
“It does,” Albus assured him softly, holding his gaze. “Every time.”
Scorpius straightened, stared at him for a long moment.
“Tomorrow night, ten o’clock,” he said at last. “The answer to the riddle is ‘possession’.”
And just like that, he was gone.
So the pattern was set. By day they fought, publicly and violently, and everyone nodded in satisfaction and reminded their friends that they had always said it was a just a matter of time before the old Malfoy-Potter feud continued its legacy. By night they met everywhere, by moonlight and torchlight and in no light at all, to replace old and bitter bruises with newer, sweeter ones.
Albus Potter had never had a nemesis before.
Now, he couldn’t imagine how he had ever lived without him.
-fin-
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Title: Genesis
Name: maja_li
Prompt: #072 - “You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul” - Julie De Lespinasse
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1,180
Rating: NC-17
Betas: smirking_muse, nolagal, faithwood
Author's Notes: A million thanks to my lovely betas!! Because they’re the ones who waded through this and made it, you know, readable and coherent :D *laughs and cuddles you guys like mad*
Summary: Albus is quite a bastard. Scorpius could make more of an issue of it.
Albus Potter had never had a nemesis before. It wasn’t particularly surprising-having a nemesis took time, and energy, and effort, and who wanted to put up with that when it was easier just to smile and nod and hate quietly on the inside? And hate he did-hated so well and so thoroughly that sometimes even in the midst of it he wondered and was frightened. From the first moment he had seen Scorpius Malfoy, before he had even known his name, he had hated.
“God!” he snarled, shoving the small blonde against the sink of the sixth floor boys’ bathroom so that the irregular metal taps slammed into his back, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. “You’re pathetic.”
Scorpius looked up at him through his straggling bangs with blue eyes already filled with resignation. His expression only inflamed Albus further. He stepped forward, fisting his hands in Scorpius’ hair and yanking the other’s head back, exposing the pale, vulnerable throat. Albus wanted to sink his teeth into that throat, feel the flesh parting before him and the warm blood spurting rhythmically over himself and Scorpius and the smooth, clean bathroom tiles.
“Come on,” he breathed, hot and moist against the skin so that goose bumps raced over it. “Fight back. Fight me.”
“And what good would that do?” Scorpius inquired wearily. “You’re stronger, you’re faster, and you have my wand. You’ll only hurt me worse than usual.”
Albus smiled then, hungry and triumphant.
“Are you so sure of that?” He raised his hand, something constricting painfully in his chest as Scorpius face twisted and his eyes squeezed shut-
And brought it gently to the collar of Scorpius’ robes, sliding his fingers into the knot of his blue and bronze striped tie and tugging it loose. Scorpius’ eyes flew open, his features relaxing in confusion, and Albus’ tension eased as well. He let the tie slither to the floor and went to work on the high-buttoned collar, robes and shirt slipping down Scorpius’ shoulder and exposing one pale pink nipple.
“What are you-ah!” Scorpius’ protest was cut off as Albus’ mouth closed over that pert bud, his tongue raking roughly over the sweet flesh. He shivered, curling up into the contact even as he squirmed away from Albus’ hands, which roamed boldly over his clothed thighs and arse.
“If you don’t want it, fight me,” challenged Albus, yanking Scorpius forward and grinding his erection against his captive’s hip. “Otherwise…” His questing hand, sliding under the waist of Scorpius’ pants and brushing over the top of his crack, left no room for doubt.
“P-please…can’t…” Scorpius struggled for coherency as the last of his clothing was pulled away. The flush that spread over his face and neck brought a smile to Albus’ face. He took the other boy’s half hard length in hand, quickly stroking it to full arousal. The fingers of his other hand slid up and down Scorpius’ crack and rubbed at his dry, fluttering hole.
“Don’t!” he gasped, as Albus pressed the tip of his finger into that tight pucker, and “No-oh…” he moaned, but when Albus spun him around and spat into his own palm Scorpius spread his legs, sticking his arse out eagerly. Two slick fingers invaded him quickly, their steady stretching belied by Albus’ shaking hand on Scorpius’ hip.
“Hold yourself open for me,” Albus ordered, feeling a thrill of delight and arousal when Scorpius immediately obeyed. He pulled his swollen cock out of his pants with a little groan of relief and stroked it a few times, slicking the thick length with its own copious leakage. Then he began to push into Scorpius: slowly, because the other boy was still almost painfully tight; steadily, because if he stopped for even a second to feel the pulse and clench of Scorpius’ insides he knew without a doubt that he would come.
When he was finally pressed flush against Scorpius’ body, buried to the hilt with his throbbing balls tucked up tight under the curve of Scorpius’ arse, Albus began to pull back out. He couldn’t bear to go far, however, before the urge to press himself back inside, keep Scorpius filled with his throbbing length, overwhelmed him. So it continued, slow, shallow thrusts as Scorpius filled the bathroom with his hitching gasps.
“Oh…oh…oh!” Scorpius moaned, long and low, with every inward thrust, his hands white-knuckled as he pulled himself open even wider for Albus. In response, Albus reached down and wrapped a hand around Scorpius’ dripping arousal. He stroked it in time with their languidly rolling hips, squeezing the base each time he sank inside, brushing against that wonderful spot that made Scorpius’ breath stutter and his insides ripple wildly against the hard length buried within.
They might have stayed like that for minutes, or hours, or days for all that Albus knew. His climax was a slow, smoldering burn in the pit of his belly, growing steadily and implacably with every movement of his cock inside Scorpius’ body and every moan that slipped from the other boy’s lips. Finally, with a groan like a dying man Albus buried his face in Scorpius’ sweaty hair as his entire body flowed out of his cock and spent itself up in the deepest reaches of Scorpius’ body. The other boy gasped, his arse clenching tight around Albus, and thrust frantically twice into Albus’ fist before coming himself with a low wail.
They stood there, locked together, forever. Then Scorpius straightened stiffly, gripping the sink and pulling himself up to meet Albus’ eyes in the mirror. Albus twined his hand gently in Scorpius’ hair and turned his head, gently pressing their lips together. His tongue invaded Scorpius’ pliant mouth easily, lazily twining around the other boy’s and stroking the sensitive ridge of his palate. When at last they pulled apart, a thin thread of saliva broke between them. Neither boy moved to wipe it away as Scorpius slowly pulled his clothes on and turned to face Albus with a flushed and smoldering look. Albus swallowed heavily.
Then Scorpius hauled back and socked him in the jaw.
“Ow!”
“Fucking ow!”
Albus clapped a hand to his face and glared at Scorpius, who glared right back, cradling his hand to his chest.
“I never realized how much hitting someone hurt,” he complained.
“It does,” Albus assured him softly, holding his gaze. “Every time.”
Scorpius straightened, stared at him for a long moment.
“Tomorrow night, ten o’clock,” he said at last. “The answer to the riddle is ‘possession’.”
And just like that, he was gone.
So the pattern was set. By day they fought, publicly and violently, and everyone nodded in satisfaction and reminded their friends that they had always said it was a just a matter of time before the old Malfoy-Potter feud continued its legacy. By night they met everywhere, by moonlight and torchlight and in no light at all, to replace old and bitter bruises with newer, sweeter ones.
Albus Potter had never had a nemesis before.
Now, he couldn’t imagine how he had ever lived without him.
-fin-
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.