(An actual show of responsibility and expectation on Raven’s side. A potential marriage prospect and why things have dragged out as long as they have. Let’s mention Raven’s duties at home and how he has been the primary caretaker for the kids since he was 15. I want a response to the fire ‘tragedy’ seeing as Raven is more informed about what happened that night and the dangers lurking. He doesn’t know the entire story, but while half the town calls his parents traitors, half see them as heroes. The distinction is extreme and focused completely on the wolf packs.)

Wed afternoon

Raven needs to have a meeting with a prospective wolf, older, distinguished. Raven compromises on his appearance, keeping to a tight black pant suit, cut feminine but at least it wasn’t a dress. He still did his makeup but didn’t add any crazy colors in. He was even in flats—well, two inches. It was flat to him. He looked flawless, beautiful, but ultimately boring. Chris had glared and pleaded for him to just dress like a guy for one fucking hour. But Chris didn’t understand how much of a struggle this already was. He felt plain, boring, and every time he caught his reflection he wanted to do something with his hair which he had kept down and straight for a silky finish. He missed his tattoos, missed his piercings. Missed him. He liked feeling pretty—Fuck, he didn’t know himself when he wasn’t feeling pretty and wild. But this wasn’t about him. This was never about him. This was about the town and the people that depended on him. This was about his family that was starving because as the Sentry, he wasn’t allowed to work and make money and Chris wasn’t allowed to run the pack until Raven was squared away with. This was about the kids and Raven tried to think of them as he caught sight of the wolves arriving outside.

The arrangement, the house he’d live in, the family he would join, the prestige, etc. How his family would be provided for.

I want Raven’s match to be clear that he might not mind the way the boy dresses but he doesn’t think it’s appropriate for the pack. It will undermine his position. Perhaps at home out of sight. His clothing now is fine but the makeup was a bit much. Would he mind taking it off for him? Raven dips his napkin in a water glass, swiping at his left eye, only to stop, sighing deeply.

You don’t need to hide under all that. I’m sure you’re lovely—

I’m not hiding, Mr. __. This is who I am and asking me to change that is like asking me to cut off a limb.

Surely you’re exaggerating.

Raven fixes him with a hard glare. He runs his fingers through his hair, purple and silver highlights streaking through and sparkling. No, I’m not. How would you feel if I asked you to never transform into a wolf? That you could go out and run in the wilds but you could not turn into a wolf because it would undermine my position as Sentry? That you would need to remain only half of yourself—even though you would surely survive—so that you’d be able to afford to feed your family and self?

Silent for long moments, he eventually nods. I can understand your point, truly, but I’m afraid I cannot concede to it. Not only am I faced on a daily basis with a very traditional group of men and women that look to me for guidance and protection but I have to consider my own desires as well. I’m seeking a mate that knows who he is and has nothing to hide. I’m not impressed by superficialities such as beauty and designer clothing.

Raven is growing stiffer by the moment. Mr. __ my appearance is not intended to impress anyone.

But you are trying to shock, you must agree to that. You’re clearly looking for attention. Either out of some ill placed need for sexual congress or some statement on—

My appearance is just my appearance. Would you like for me to suggest that every time you bothered to shave and comb your hair it was because you’re hoping to get laid? Must I feel ashamed for the fact that other people find me attractive?

Do they? Is it you they find attractive or the layers of makeup and outlandish clothing? Does anyone even see you under all that?

Feeling slapped, Raven sat back, staring determinedly at his hands.

I did not mean for that to come out as harshly as it did. I’m a lot older than you and long past the care for

Age can always afford rudeness, Raven said hollowly. He was standing before he realized it.

He stands as well. Mr. Lucent, please—

Mr. __, I have a responsibility to my family to ensure that they have everything they could need to bring them happiness. I have a duty to this town and every person living here to protect them from the dark forces that lurk just outside these borders. I also have an obligation to myself—and although the many people I protect may not see this obligation, it is just as important as any other task I do. I must be true to myself. I must nurture, love, and respect who I am so that when I am feeling the weight of my many responsibilities, I do not break beneath them all.

I did not mean to suggest that your role in the town was not essential. There is no one more capable—If your mother had been half as powerful, surely that tragedy never would have occurred. Please, Mr. Lucent, stay. I was thinking only of myself and not your situation.

Blinking back the sting of tears, Raven focused on the man, finding his eyes had softened. I just need a moment to freshen up, he whispered, heading towards the bathroom. He pauses at the door ways, the male and female signs with their simple pants and skirt. He wasn’t a woman and didn’t wish to be one. He was a man that enjoyed wearing the same clothing that women did. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, he didn’t think he was in the wrong form or that there was anything wrong with him. It was the world that was fucked up. The one that said that just because he was born with a dick he needed to dress a certain way, act a certain way, and accept being treated a certain way for choosing to be different. But he hadn’t chosen to be different, this was just the way he was. Even a gay man like Mr. __ who had fought with his pack for the right to love someone of the same gender still couldn’t understand how ridiculous it was that he was just trying to fight for the right to wear a skirt and makeup and not be treated like a freak for it.

Stepping into the man’s bathroom, he went to the sink, washing his hands and patting his face with water. Staring at his dull reflection, he began magicking it to something more his style. He was beautiful like this. Fierce. He never should have compromised on who he was. It was like Deon had said—he had a job to do that required him to show the world he was fucking awesome. And if the world wanted to criticize him for it, well, that was their fucking problem. This was who he was.

Steps back out, Mr. __ standing when he reaches the table. He ignores the judgment in the man’s eyes, sitting tall and meeting his gaze boldly. So why, Mr. __, should I, the Sentry, be interested in marrying into the __ pack?

This meeting will end with a no but this wolf will show an understanding that will bring a yes later and cause Raven’s conflict with Deon.



(The weirdo from the train is a key player here, although I’m not 100% sure who he is just yet. I’m thinking like a scout, really. A skinwalker—might want a better term with more native roots—who latches onto Deon because he sees potential. Potential of corruption, manipulation, a way at the Sentry? No clue yet, but he knows Deon is a key player who is bringing back a snuffed out bloodline—the Averys—and if he stays he’ll be strengthening the borders and the Sentry. It’s be nearly 15 years without a Sentry and the ancient evil has gained ground and doesn’t want to lose it. Deon might ruin it all, or he might offer them everything if they play it right.)

Deon’s pov:

He’s flushed, head down, glancing sideways to where Raven is sitting. She keeps looking his way, their eyes meeting a few times. The ex pestering in her ear while she stares at her phone. She’s dressed in black, all goth, but she has this super cute girly kitten charm. Deon thinks it’s ridiculously cute, his breath catching when her eyes meet his squarely. There’s something really different about Raven. Beautiful and strong. Doesn’t put up with shit. Really sexy hot.

He can barely hear the teacher, his blood pounding in his ears. He has no idea what the hell is wrong with him. He’s not like this. Not ever. There’s just something about her. The odd shade to her eyes… They had to be contacts. No one has eyes like that. But they seem real. Everything about her seems real, more real than any other girl. She’s got makeup on but it’s fun, not like she’s hiding something. She has a cool tattoo on the side of her face and down her neck. He’s pretty sure it’s one of those stencil things but it looks real. He can see tattoos on her hand too. A sparkle of small earrings on her ear, fun and cool. Crap, he even likes the pink glittery pencil. Everything about her is cute or cool or beautiful. He’s so fucked. He’s never felt this way and he knows it can’t be good. Her brother hates him and he has a feeling Chris is the type of ass used to getting what he wants. She looks rich. She looks like assholes like Tommy were throwing themselves at her feet. God, but he’d be happy at her feet. If she wanted to step on him, he’d probably be into that too.

He’s never felt this hot for someone before. If he believed in magic, he’d think he was under a spell. As the class lets out, she drops her pencil, Deon, who is picking up his bag, snags it and hands it over. It’s pink and sparkly and he smiles and tells her it’s really cute just like her. She smiles back tentatively, their fingers brushing when he hands it over. It’s a jolt to both of them, Deon inhaling sharply, his mind hot on the things he’d like to do to her.

Tommy interrupts, talking shit about the pink sparkles. Talk about gay as fuck. Glaring, Raven stalks away, telling him to go fuck himself. Tommy gets in Deon’s face. Raven is his and he’s a fucking nobody. Don’t mess with things he doesn’t understand. Deon can’t help but notice the kid seems extra hairy, his teeth too long and sharp in the light. The teacher calls out, telling them to get to their next class. Tommy leaves, Deon picking up his bag.

It was lunch time and he didn’t have anything else to do class wise that day. He decides he’ll check out the gym—Chris had suggested it was open 24-7 and maybe wander around the grounds a bit.

Let’s have him run into the weirdo from the train. Maybe have a hint of something in the tall grass, something that makes Deon think of that flash he saw on the train. He drops his bag, carefully walking closer. Suddenly there's a whoop, and the guy jumps up wrestling a rabbit. It's weird, creepy, Deon pretty sure the guy is thinking of eating it before their eyes meet and the rabbit manages to get away.

He, the kid from the train. He's overly cheerful, but Deon sees something weird in his eyes. How's that aunt of yours?

fine. And awkward, halting conversation that Deon wants to escape. He turns, hearing the rabbit, and when he looks back, the guy is just gone. Deon jolts, looking around, ducking through the grass. He feels sick inside and he's not sure why.

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Hey, babes. Uh… I had an idea. I know, that’s kinda my thing. I get ideas and write them down and *snort* it’s a book! XD So, some while back I had this fun idea for a kind of Demon Virus reboot. For those who missed it, Demon Virus is a free fic you can snag where the concept was the MC gets stalked through the computer by a pretty rapey incubus. Like, I wanted to make a series or a novel out of Mikey and Will hunting down the bastard incubus who changed him and others and find a way to be changed back. Except, they need to first find the next virginal victim, so Will has been tracking the incubus’s movements online as best he can, while Mikey is trying to get the thralls who are changed to not totally lose their minds from the change—yeah, cuz drama! And I was going to open on this party where they think the next strike is already underway, introduce the characters in the game and then… Well, I think this would be another fun plot line for one of those choose your own adventure things. Because I could do so much with it. My brain loves this kind of interactive novel idea where you have the reader making choices just looking to get to all the sexy outcomes and I feel like this plot could totally suit a lot of sexy outcomes. Like ridiculous, fun, pick a character, pick a conflict and go with it. Who would be the guy chosen as the sacrifice to lure the incubus in? Would it work or will the Incubus choose someone else? What if the guy chickens out last second, goes and has sex with someone—because he doesn’t want to risk being turned into a mindless sex thrall—and someone else is picked as a result and the plan thwarted? What if Mikey can’t keep Will from being a total horny bastard (even though Mikey is the sex thrall and Will the damn human!) What happens when a bunch of poor, tormented sex thralls end up at a college party? What happens if the Incubus is actually caught?!! I love everything about this idea, of being able to write both stories, all options (at least, the most fun, sexy ones.) Just, I still have no clue how to fucking do it. XD I think that’s why my brain is all over this. I want to solve the problem of it. The multiple plots, the how to branch a story and allow it to double back, or just end. It’s such a project and my brain loves problem solving—plus the whole writing of sexy sex. XD I could fit just about any kink I want in there depending on the branch of the story. Straight to gay, first time, incest, monster sex, multi, sex thrall gangbang—it’s a thing now that I can conceive it. Lol. And what if such a concentration of paranormal beings like incubi sex thralls attracts the attention of other paranormal beings? It really is just this fun, anything goes kind of concept. Love it. I could set it up on the website for starters—I can’t even imagine formatting the book just yet… okay, I can because my brain is on this shit, but still. I could set it up, start it as a free thing cus it’s interactive, maybe have some extra sexy branches locked so the subscribers feel they’re getting their value for supporting me. Squee, so many possibilities… Oh, maybe I could do subscriber polls to help decide which path to explore next?! I have defined the ending of Hellcat (at least 10,000 words more @[email protected]) and am writing it into reality this week. Ah, TJ, you’re so screwed. <3 Then it’s back to Sorcerer Slayer (yay!!!) and I think the Demon Virus idea—unless something else catches me first. Oh, I nearly have the next Demon Bonded fully outlined and sketched, too. Ky’s going to school! Oh, oh, oh, and I keep forgetting to tell people. Demon Bonded #10 is out of KU and now permanently available for $0.99. Snag it if you haven’t yet. *deep breath* I hope you’re all enjoying your weekend. Lol, excuse my manic joyful blathering. I’m having fun in my head again. XD

Laws of Attraction- $0.99

Welcome to the world of Luke Hanson. Every few months he has to move to a new town, so friendships and relationships are as fleeting as the scenery. Until he ends up in Glendale for the last months of high school, where he meets the resident bad boy, Kris. Kris is enigmatic and mysterious. With his tattoos, wit and guitar skills, he’s every girl’s, and Luke’s, dream - but he keeps distance from everyone. Living on the two ends of society, with Luke in the uptown and Kris in the poorest neighborhood where poverty and abuse are a normal occurrence, will Luke be able to pass the emotional barriers Kris had set in place and have a real relationship? Laws of Attraction is the first in series of MM contemporary romances, but can be read as a standalone novella with a HFN ending. Tropes: First Time, Enemies to Lovers, Coming of Age.

Angel’s Feathers

How far would you go for the one you love? How much of yourself would you sacrifice? Trapped on a decaying Earth and cut off from the rest of the Universe, humans are no longer allowed to leave their planet. Break this one law and you die: a penalty enforced by flyers, aliens who look like angels of long-lost religions. Michael, the flyers’ leader, is the Punisher who carries out every public execution. Adam, a young human with near-perfect memory, is committed to rebuilding Earth and a true believer in the flyers’ dominion. While Adam’s support for flyers isn’t a secret, his deep love for Michael is. Not even Michael knows, for his kind never take human lovers, and to Adam, they are too far above him to reach. In his broken and unwelcoming world, Adam’s love can only lead to pain, loss, and disaster. Yet there is no force in the huge expanse of stars and galaxies that can stop Adam from following Michael to the end of existence. Not even Adam’s own beliefs.

Straight By Day- $0.99

Braden: What I thought was a casual fling from a hookup app turns out to be a meet-up with the most famous actor in the world. I want nothing more than to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity until I realize he’s in a relationship with an equally famous actress. However, once he informs me that the relationship is simply meant as a public cover-up, I find myself in his hotel room. It doesn’t take long before I realize that a passionate night with Patrick could turn into more than a quick rendezvous. The other problem? He’s never gone all the way with a man. Patrick: For as long as I can remember, I’ve chased a glamorous life of lead roles in action films and multimillion-dollar paychecks, but a one-time hookup turns into more than a quick thrill and forces me to throw caution to the wind. The public may view me as nothing more than an action hero, but Braden sees me for who I really am. The only issue now is figuring out if I’m able to walk away from the fantasy life I’ve built to live the authentic life that I’ve only ever seen in my dreams. With millions of people watching my every move, I have to decide if I’m strong enough to cast aside fame and fortune and finally embrace what I truly want.

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Episode #10. The line between humanity and demon blurs... Ky can't catch a break. While trying to come to terms with the murder he helped commit, the wards to his house are broken into by a new master sorcerer. Stewart Moore is condescending, arrogant, and might be Ky's hope or doom in his upcoming trial. The Aeternum, a coven of demon summoners, has laid claim to Tobias’s demons and wand. If Ky can’t convince them he’s going to survive long enough to protect the seven lives he’s bonded to, the coven will forcefully take them. Ky is betrayed when a new revelation concerning Anselm brings his entire existence into question. There’s no one to turn to or trust when his only allies are the abused demons who exploit to survive. Ky is submerged in a world of murder, slavery, and sorcery with no way back to his old life. He’s not who he thought he was; he might have never been.

The Drunk Email—free

Nick has had a crush on his older brother for as long as he could remember. Justin is just so perfect; handsome, strong with blond hair and blue eyes. It's impossible to look anywhere else. Nick never thought he'd ever tell his brother how he felt. That was until Justin went on a school trip out of country and Nick got lonely and really drunk.


I keep my eyes shut tight, wincing when the light hits the back of my eyelids. I'm not doing this. Not playing this fucked up game where he wants to make me crazy for him. I'm already fucking crazy for him. I don't need him knowing it too.

He stumbles and against my better judgment and smarting eyes, I open, glaring at him. It's a mistake. He's practically naked, hard, hair mussed like a fucking human being and not even remotely a Malfoy. God, why is he here? Why is he here tormenting me in the middle of fucking summer among a sea of muggles with no magic, no fantasy to wrap myself in to protect me from him? Draco Malfoy does not belong in my cramped little room in this ordinary, boring-ass town in the middle of suburbia. I'm no one here no matter how sexy his is when he looks at me. I can't defend myself.

“Potter, stop glaring.”

I glare harder, a frustrated sigh escaping him. Because he's an idiot for thinking a few fucking words in the dark were going to make me trust him. There's a fucking mountain between us, all centered around his parents and the monster they serve that killed my parents. Nothing is going to make that just disappear. Not even magic,

“I'm not here to fuck up your life.” He stands over the bed, fingers combing through his hair agitatedly.

Malfoy keeps glancing down at me but I refuse to avert my eyes for a second to see what he's looking at. I know I'm hard, probably a fucking mess. I won't let myself feel weak with him towering over. Fuck that.

“Damn it, Harry.” Brows furrowing, he actually fucking kneels next to me, eyes wide and full of something I refuse to acknowledge without a fucking school of wizards and witches to hide within. “I like you, you idiot. I just want to be with you—Why do you have to make this so fucking difficult? I know you like me.”

It has been a fucking crazy, shit day and this is the most I can take of it. My anger is stronger than my exhaustion, propelling me from the bed before he's even back on his feet and stumbling away. “You think this is fucking easy for me, Malfoy? You think it's easy to ignore every fucking insane thing my body is fucking screaming for with you being in the same fucking room as me?”

“Don't ignore it—”

I hold my hand up, cutting him off, my teeth grit tight. “Do you understand what it's like knowing I can have you? Knowing that even if you're fucking lying, I can still have...” I shake my head, hating how my body is reacting even now to the thought. “I can't trust you! I'm never going to be able to trust you. I'd have to be an absolute suicidal dumb ass to trust you.”

His eyes narrow. Draco is fucking gorgeous when he's angry and I just hate him even more for it. “You're doing this on purpose, Potter. You're just looking for any reason you can to push me away. What the fuck can I actually do to prove to you that I'm not here to sell you out? Do you want me to tattoo your fucking scar on my arm? Will that finally do it for you?”

It's a punch to the gut, heat rising over my skin in a sick wave at the thought of me asking that of anyone. Bad enough Voldemort's in my head. Bad enough he's trying to fuck me up every night until I'm as lifeless and monstrous as him...

“I didn't mean it,” Draco whispers, grabbing for my arm when I sway backwards. “You're nothing like him. Harry, please, I didn't—”

“Go away,” I croak out, wrenching my arm free and nearly falling on the bed. I never should have let him in here. Never should have let him get to me when I'm defenseless and alone and a goddamn mess.

“No.” He grabs my arm again, trying to get me to turn. His hand is like fire on my flesh and I go to pull away but he won't give. “I'm not going anywhere. Talk to me. I'm sorry I—”

I duck around him, pulling from his grasp again. “Fine, I'll go. Whatever—What the fuck does it matter, right? You fit so much better with the Dursleys anyways.” He does. They fucking love him and I'm nothing besides an echo of what Voldemort feeds into my dreams, and I should have fucking left years ago. I step around the sleeping bag and tear at the doorknob, growling when the fucking thing won't budge.

“Let go!” I hiss, pulling at the door again, his other hand slamming down next to his first and boxing me in.

I'm suddenly hyper-aware of him hot against my back, his bare flesh brushing my shoulders, breath tickling the nape of my neck. I close my eyes, my entire body tensing with want. Hate him. Fucking hate him for being here and doing this to me.

“Why are you doing this?” He sounds confused, maybe even hurt—If a lying bastard like him could ever feel, that is. “Really, Potter. Why the fuck are you doing this to yourself?”

God, he's so fucking annoying. Hot, sexy, and so annoying. I grab his wrist, pulling it from the door, grasping it tight. Then, because I can't stop myself no matter how much the voice in my head tells me to, I push his palm against my stomach, holding him against me, making his hand press lower as he growls in my ear.

“For fuck sake—You're fucked. So fucked.” But he's touching me, his fingers spreading, teasing lower with each huff of exasperation in my ear. “Potter...”

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up already.” I push his hand lower until he's pressing into my erection, gasping as I buck into his palm. Snarling, he slams me forward into the door. “God, yes.” His body covers my back completely, his dick grinding between my cheeks with only our underwear between us. It's so good, my head spinning as I push back, rubbing up and down on his hard cock and urging him to hump against me.

“Do it... Do me,” I demand huskily, my head dropping back against his shoulder as I grind on his dick. I need him so bad. Don't want to but I do and I just can't think straight anymore.

His angry rumble sends fire tingling through me, my body tensing as he slams me forward against the door again. “No way in fuck. If you're going to hate me, it might as well be on my terms.”

Fucking hell, he just can't do anything right. Growling, I reach my hands behind and grab his hips, pulling him against me as I push back, wiggling until his dick is digging into my crack. “You want me.”

“So?” He grunts, his hips thrusting forward. I can't stop my moan and I spread my legs wider as I push back. But he's not giving in, his arm tight around my waist as he tries to hold me still. “Potter, you think I'm here to seduce you or some retarded shit like that so I can hand you over to the Dark Lord. I'd have to be a fucking idiot to touch you right now. I have no interest ending up out on the street without your protection.”

“You mean the wards.”

He's still, his breath steamy puffs against my neck. “Don't be naïve. You can't be a crazy, paranoid psycho bastard and also be naïve, Potter. It's one or the other.”

Hate him. Fucking hate him so much. He knows I want him. Knows I want to be the one he runs to—not the stupid house but to me. He knows it and he's using it against me so fucking good.

His hands rise to my shoulders and he tries to turn me. I resist, not budging. “Just go to bed, Malfoy.”

“Look at me,” he whispers. “You can't face the fucking Dark Lord and then be unable to face me.”

“You're such an asshole!”

“I'm aware. Now stop being a coward.”

Hate him, hate him, hate him... I turn when he pushes at my shoulders, my eyes resolutely closed. “Just let it go.” I feel exposed knowing he's looking at me, but I can't bring myself to face him. He shouldn't be here. It's summer and I shouldn't have to be doing this right now.

“If I could, I would have already. I'm not a fan of making an ass of myself in my underwear, Potter.” His lips press to mine and I suppress a sigh, keeping myself still. His lips slide to the corner of my mouth, brushing over my cheek as he talks lowly. “I get it. You don't trust me. You don't trust anyone. You can't even accept a fucking meal from your aunt without wondering if she's about to stab you in the back. That doesn't mean I'm not trustworthy, Potter, it just means all you can see is the world the way you built it in your head. Fucked up. A world where someone gets murdered every night while you rest and you can't do a thing to stop it.”

His lips tease my ear, fingers curling around my biceps. “I get it, Harry.”

He does. He really fucking does and it just makes him all the more dangerous. “Go to bed.”

“Look at me.”

I take a deep breath to brace myself, knowing he won't back down until he feels like I've heard him. I immediately regret it, his face inches from mine, beautiful eyes glaring so intense and full of something I can hardly bear to see. It makes my knees weak, my chest tight and I manage to find a little more hate to build up between us to keep him from getting to me.

His fingers are firm as they thread through my hair, combing slowly while he stares at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. Maybe he does. Maybe his father taught him Legilimency. It doesn't matter; I can't ever let him close enough to hurt me.

“Take the bed.” He pulls away, his voice a low murmur. “You need to sleep a lot more than I do.”

I shake my head wearily. There's no way I can stay in here with him tonight. I'm so hard, so wound up, my body and head a fucking mess. “I gotta go. Jog.” I turn to leave but he's on me in an instant, holding the door shut again, body hot against my back.

“It's not safe.”

I huff, trying not to laugh at the idea of him worried about me. “I don't fucking care.”

“You're in your fucking underwear.”

Damn him. “I can't do this with you! This room is too small and hearing you breathe is driving me fucking crazy and I need to—Oh.” His arms wrap tight around me, a hand boldly cupping my dick through my underwear. “Fuck.” I sink against the door, his strong body keeping me from falling as he wraps closer, lips kissing up my neck, cock pressing against my ass. God, just once more. Need him to touch me so bad.

I fumble for the light switch, whimpering when his hand catches my wrist. I'm too tired for all this. Just too fucking tired. “Please.”

Sighing in frustration, he unwinds his fingers. I flick the light off, darkness descending, my eyes opening, senses expanding. I'm panting, his breath calm against my neck, lips wet on my ear.

“Not enough tattoos and holes in my head?”

What an idiot. If he only fucking knew. He's always in the dark with me, behind my eyelids when I touch myself. Somehow this feels more real than him being in the light. Safer.

I turn, his body bumping mine, my back against the door. My hands find his arms and follow them up, over his shoulders, down his chest, past his abs and pausing at the top of his underwear. I pull them down, his breath hitching, body pushing up against mine as he steps out of the last of his clothes. His dick is bare and hot against my stomach, his hands grasping my ass, holding me tight against him.

“You're fucking infuriating,” he growls against my jaw. I shift my hips, lining his dick up with mine. I try to push my underwear down but he grabs my hands, pulling them back to his body. “Insane. I haven't been here a week and you're driving me insane.”

I kiss him if only to shut him up already. I miss, my mouth getting most of his bottom lip and a bit of his chin. He's got more of that bristle—the idiot still not daring to use a razor—and I rub my face into the rough texture. He growls, pulling me off the door and walking me toward the bed.

“Potter, I'm serious. There is nothing healthy about this—Fuck.” He's found the bed, hissing when his leg slams into it. I push him down, straddling him with my thighs on either side before he can start bitching, seeking his mouth and kissing him deep. I reach between us, stroking his thick, hard cock, groaning when the silken flesh jumps in my hand. He's breathing hard, small grunts escaping him with every rock of our hips.

Fuck, I need him inside me. So bad. His hand is on my hip and I grab it, moving it down to my ass. He slides beneath the leg of my briefs and squeezes hard, my hips grinding forward as I gasp.

“Fuck, do it,” I find myself practically begging when he slides a finger down my crack. It'll stop if he fucks me. It has to. This fucking crazy need in me that makes me want the worst and fucking chase after it against my better judgment will finally stop if I just have this one thing.

I still my hips when I feel his fingertips at my rim, my face tight against his neck. “Come on, Malfoy... God, just fuck me.”

“Why, so you'll finally have your proof that I'm here to get you killed?” Draco whispers hot against my forehead, his thumb teasing around my entrance, the tip slowly stretching me open. “Give me some fucking credit.”

Whimpering lowly as his thumb breaches me, I can only clutch him desperately. “More,” I gasp, moaning when he pushes into me deeper. I clench around the digit, his breath a low hiss as his other arm wrenches me up against his body, pushing my underwear beneath the swell of my ass, fingers finding my entrance and probing where his thumb is already buried. I half expect him to draw it out but he's still angry, still determined to make me pay for using him like he's just a pretty face and hard dick after all our years of dancing around each other.

“Oh... Oh fuck.” My voice is a low rasp when two fingers plunge into me, my flesh sore and slowly opening to him. It's so good, the right mix of pain and pleasure, the perfect overwhelm as my passage stretches too wide, too fast to take in his driving thrusts. “Yes... Fuck, yes.” I slam back, grinning breathlessly when he growls and pulls me tighter to him, his dick smearing sticky precum against my inner thigh. He feels so good. Draco Malfoy finger fucking me in the dark while kissing down my neck; I might be in some sort of delusional coma right now.

Sweat drips down my face, my gasps so loud with every pump of his fingers inside me. I need his cock—need him to be fucking me. Releasing a groan, I fumble down his body, my hands shaking like crazy as I seek out his dick. “Please... Please. I want you so bad.” It's dark. I can say it in the dark. “Draco, I want to feel you inside me.”

“Goddammit, Harry,” he hisses, his hips jolting up and rocking me so good. “I refuse to feed your fucked up delusions.” He's a mix of bitterness, anger, and lust but all I care about is how his fingers are spreading, opening me wider, finding my prostate and stroking.

“Fuck—Yes... Again,” I sob, wrapping my arms tight around his shoulders, hooking my ankles around his back and moaning against his throat. He gives a warning growl when I try to position his dick between my spread cheek. “Come on... Need it,” I grunt back, nipping at the hollow of his throat.

“Not until you trust me,” he says hoarsely.

The fucking stubborn pain. Damn him, I refuse to fucking beg. Just... God, I need him. “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?”

“Because you're fucking difficult,” he mutters, his hips rocking up again, our dicks rubbing such perfect friction that I tighten, certain I'm going to come any moment now.

“You want me,” I breathe out, grinding on his fingers, needing it bigger and deeper. “Just fuck me already.”

“Damn, you're out of your fucking mind.” Ducking his head, he growls in my ear while his fingers rhythmically thrust into me in slow, deep strokes. “You're worried I'm trying to get you killed but you're more than willing to let me fuck you raw. Is that what you want, Potter?” He hits my prostate again, my breath lost, thighs and ass tightening, my head spinning with heat. “Do you want me to use you? Take you however I want... get off ruining you... and then just throw you away when I'm done?”

I can't stop my aching moans. I can't help it—I want him to ruin me. To give in and fuck me so hard, fill me with his cum. I want him to use me so bad. However he wants just as long as it's me. After? I don't fucking care, I just want him inside me now. “Malfoy, just...”

“Not a fucking word, Potter,” he snarls, nipping my ear in punishment. The pain is a jolt of electricity, quickly followed by bruising bites as he moves down my throat angrily. “I'm not that kid of guy... And you, you deserve fucking better, you absolute tosser.” He ignores my whine of protest when he pulls his fingers out of me, my hole clenching on nothing and feeling so empty.

Sweat drips down my chest and our flesh slides together when he rolls me roughly, pushing me back on the bed. I can't see his face but I'm pretty sure he's angry as fuck, his fingers gripping painfully tight to my hips after he pulls my underwear down and off my legs and he lowers his body on top of mine. I don't have it in me to care and I lift a knee up to feel him between my legs, groaning when his dick finally presses hot to mine again. I want him inside me so bad, my hips angling for just that until he pins me down with another angry growl.

There's a familiar sound of sheets and springs shifting, my eyes flying open when the blunt, cool tip of a dildo pushes between my cheeks. “Oh, fuck.”

“Just so we're clear, I wasn't searching your fucking room for ways to get you killed. Your bed is just fucking lumpy and clearly this was part of the reason,” he taunts, pushing my knee up higher until I'm spread wide beneath him. Fuck, please. Please, please, please put it in me.


“Quiet.” I hear his thumb click the cap open on the bottle of lube I keep wedged under my mattress with the dildo and I sink back, gasping beneath him in anticipation. He could do anything to me right now and I wouldn't complain. Just as long as he puts something in me thick and hard and long. Maybe it is my fault—Maybe I'm a paranoid fuck because I know damn well just how easy it is for me to fall for him. Maybe having him actually inside me would be the stupidest fucking mistake I could ever make.

Fingers slick with oil push beneath my balls and I moan, arching eagerly. Fuck yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

“Damn, listen to you moan,” Draco whispers, his mouth fastening to my throat, coated fingers working into me, getting me ready, driving me wild. “You really want it... Like crazy, want it.”

It's been three days and I'm ready to let him fuck me. Yeah... that seems about right. Usually fight with him the first two days of school because he's always running me down like a rabid puppy with a mean bark and dull teeth. By the third to fourth day I have to avoid him to keep from jumping him and trying to get his pants off. This feels about on par to that. Considering he's been in my face the last three days, I've done damn well to resist.

My hands are again a fucking uncoordinated mess but I manage to grab his hips and pull him tighter to me. I find his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip harshly and tugging at the firm flesh with my teeth. “Hurry... Want it so bad.”

“You're still so tight.”

“I can take it... God, just...” My back arches when he brushes my prostate. I grip him harder, moaning lowly on my exhale. “Need you.”

He stiffens in my hold and I immediately regret my stupid, horny mouth. I really shouldn't be allowed to talk when he's touching me. Dumb. Really dumb. It's a relief when he pushes the silicone against my hole, my gasp breaking the growing silence. It doesn't stop him from biting my shoulder, his teeth digging in punishingly while he slowly penetrates me with the thick dildo.

I'm so close. Unbearably close. He barely gets two inches into my clenching passage when I can't take any more, my body jerking. Crying out, I throw my head back, coming in a sudden blaze of heat and need.

His free hand runs between us, slicking over the streams of seed wet on my navel. Malfoy groans when he finds it but he doesn't stop what he's doing, the dildo wedging in deeper into my sensitive channel. I whimper when he gets as deep as he can, the base stretching me so wide as he fills me.

“Fuck... Fuck, it's so...”

Leaning down, he wraps one of my legs around his hips, pulling and pushing the thick rod in and out of my aching hole. I can't stop my cries. He's relentless, filling me again and again and, by his breathing, he's so close to losing it.

“Say it again,” he rasps in my ear, teeth nipping on my lobe.

“Fuck... I need you,” I gasp out, sliding an arm to his waist and wrapping fingers around his hard cock. “Just you,” I admit dazedly.

“God, Harry... You're so fucked.”

I know. It's the only way I'm ever going to be when it comes to him.

His movements slow, growing more erratic as he thrusts into my hand while trying to fuck me senseless with the dildo at the same time. It's so good and all I want is for it to be his dick inside me, swelling, getting ready to fill me. I grab him by the shoulders, pushing him back, groaning from how deep the dildo is wedged inside me as I move. Sliding down his body, my gasps break free with every aching jolt to my clenching hole until his dick is hot on my lips. Tongue tracing out hungrily, I lap over his head, my ass high in the air and legs spread for balance as I lean down to take him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck... God, Harry... God.” His fingers grip my hair, twisting tight while he bucks up towards my tonsils and threatens to suffocate me. I relax my jaw, opening as far as I can while being as malleable as possible. He won't stay still enough for me to properly deep throat him, but I can take his desperate thrusts and let him fuck my mouth how he wants.

He's close, grunting softly, the underside of his large dick singing on my tongue as I feel him swell. I moan as he comes, holding his hips and dripping saliva down my swollen lips while I try to keep from choking on his sperm. Dizziness hits me, my ass clenching from just how hot it is to have him get off in my mouth.

I barely have a chance to swallow before he's sitting up and pulling me towards him, his tongue plunging roughly into my mouth while I groan in agony from the dildo. It's too big to be stretching me for so long without moving, my body clenching in attempt to push it out to no avail. I reach for it while he kisses me but he grabs my wrists, keeping me in place.

“Say it again,” he demands against my lips, holding me so I'm still leaning over the bed, body bent and aching as I rock my hips.

I don't even consider refusing. “Need you.” My voice is low, rough from the friction of his dick and the absolute need I have for him. When he pulls me down beside him, I barely catch myself, just stopping from jarring on the mattress as I breathe heavily. He slides behind me, his hip pressed against the swell of my ass, fingers probing at the dildo filling me so deep.

“Again,” he growls, his mouth against my ear as he pulls the dildo out only to immediately slam it back in.

I sob, clutching the sheets, pushing back on shaking legs to get it deeper. “N-Need... you...”

“Fuck, Harry.” His voice a raw growl, he starts fucking me hard on the slick rod. My cries only spur him on as he drives into me unceasingly. I bury my face into the bed, gasping until the sheet grows wet under my mouth and teeth. I don't know if he wants to get me off or just drive me insane for admitting I like him in such a way. All I know is I'm going to lose my mind if he stops.

“That's it... You're so close. Get there, beautiful.” Grabbing me by my hair, he kisses me hard, swallowing my cries down greedily while grinding the thick plastic into me so deep, so hard. My eyes squeezed shut, for a dizzying moment it's like he's actually inside me, his hot flesh melded with mine, filling me completely. Bucking desperately, I come the instant his hand touches my dick, surge after surge streaming from me as I moan against his lips.

He won't stop kissing me, even when I collapse forward, groaning weakly when he finally pulls the dildo from my aching hole. Rolling me on my side, his mouth covers mine, tongue determined to memorize every part of my mouth as his large hands move over my sweat drenched, shaking form.

I'm so worn out, it takes forever for me to actually understand what he's doing when he twists us on the bed, pulling me into his arms and kissing my throat and shoulders. I go to roll away and sleep on the floor, but he just growls and wraps an arm around my waist to keep me in place.


“Bed’s too small,” I mumble, not actually able to find the strength to move at the moment. But he's cuddling me like I'm his fucking boyfriend or some shit, so I really need to get away before he gets the wrong...

His knee sliding between my thighs, he pins me down with his hot body before I can break from his hold. Resourceful little prat. Teeth nip my neck and I moan, relaxing back against the mattress. I'll move when he's asleep. Totally. Just, right now I'm going to let him keep running his hand over my chest while he kisses and sucks on my neck lazily.

“Say it again,” he whispers, mouth wide and wet as he scrapes his teeth over my flesh.

Fucked up. He's either luring me to my death or retarded enough to think I'm worth having. Either way, I'm not feeding his psychosis.

Teeth clamp on the side of my neck and I gasp, groaning weakly as fire rushes through my exhausted body. It's dark. I can say it in the dark. “F-Fine... I need you.”

His tongue immediately soothes over the bite, fingers again tracing my form reverently. He sighs contently and I close my eyes again, trying to ignore just how comforting and secure I feel with him weighing me down and wrapped around me.

Sleep is determined to claim me and I don't fight it. It's better than thinking about what the fuck I just did.


“Muggles are rude.”

“Some of them are.”

“All they do is stare. It's damn annoying.”

I shrug. “Everyone stares at me because of my scar. At least here no one looks at me.”

He huffs, glancing at me from beneath his sunglasses. “They're all staring at you.”

“Only cus they're trying to figure out what a guy like me is doing walking around with a guy like you, Malfoy. Believe me, I'm glad to not be noticed for a change.”

He just grunts, suddenly standing taller, the fingers once curled on my sleeve now wrapping around my bicep firmly. It's fantastic feeling, and I turn his way. He's suddenly broad shouldered and all confidence. I didn't realize just how tall he was. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure they look at me.”

“Oh.” It must be working because I can't seem to keep my eyes off of him.

“Potter, you're going to trip.”

Right. Staring. He's really hot and in my t-shirt.


Ha, totally should have kissed him when I had the chance. Shit. How does he manage to get hotter? Is that even possible? Jerk. Really hot jerk.

I force my face forward, hyper focused on his hand on my arm. As my eyes move blindly over the storefronts, crowds of people, and sitting areas, I start imagining what it would be like to have him suddenly push me against a wall... or the side of the escalator, or down on that couch over there, and just snog me senseless. And, well, if we're already there, why stop at a snog, right? He was definitely packing something impressive in those briefs of his last night... While lying on my bed.

God, I'm losing it. Really should have kissed him. Just to know for sure. Just so I could be certain he wasn't fucking with my head about being gay. Cus god, I'm losing it.

“Are you okay? You nearly walked into a trash bin... Potter?” He stops, holding me by the arm so that I have to stop as well. His hand is cool against my flushed face, and I can't help smiling like an idiot as he pushes my hair back to see if my forehead is warm. Seriously, he's so dumb.

“Why are you all flushed? Did you eat something bad? You look just like...” He pushes his sunglasses up, glaring down at me. “Potter, are you perving out right now?”

“Err...” God, I want to climb him.

“Shit, you have issues. Seriously. Did some guy in tattoos walk by and fuck with your head? Don't go talking to anyone until you stop being so... weird.”

I bite my lip, staring up into his beautiful gray eyes. They look a little blue in here. I really want to kiss him.

“And stop looking at me like that.”


“Like you're going to eat me alive. It's weird.”

Heh. He's really adorable and absolutely frustrating as fuck. I turn and start walking again but his hand is still on my arm, keeping me from moving. “Malfoy...”

He growls, the noise making my toes curl. “Seriously, Potter. Don't talk to anyone.”

He's sure possessive for someone that refuses to show any interest in me.