lunalelle (lunalelle) wrote in hpdesmutathon, @ 2008-05-20 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco, fenrir, fic |
FIC: For whom the school bell tolls (Draco/Fenrir) for caelianokawaii
Title: For whom the school bell tolls
Recipient: caelianokawaii
Pairing: Draco/Fenrir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bloodplay, sub!Draco, sex with inanimate objects, dub-con, dark!fic
Summary: Draco is sent to tell Fenrir that he is not receiving anything for his contributions in the war only to discover that Fenrir's gift is him.
Notes: Yea Draco is a sub....but an angry vengeful one :D
Draco walks a fine line between life and death everyday, he has grown used to it but it still frightens him to know that he is nothing more than one unpredictable mood swing away from being snubbed out. Everyday Draco wakes to his own screaming as he replays the moments of agony he witnessed on people’s faces the day before, and the utter elation in the Dark Lord’s twisted gaze.
That was why when the Dark Lord chose for Draco to go deliver a message to Fenrir Greyback he jumped at the chance. Well, he jumped like all good mannered rich boys did, with a raise of a hand and flick of the wrist.
“I’ll go for you Master,” Draco said, tasting the bile in the back of this throat.
The Dark Lord licked his none-existent lips, red eyes gleaming as he looked back at Draco who refused to look away. He was taught never to look away, never show weakness, the Dark Lord would kill him for showing anything less than utter devotion after his fiasco at Hogwarts.
“I assume your Father can send you in the right….direction of where the beast lies,” the Dark Lord said with a twist of his mouth in the closest thing he could do to smiling, making him look like a living skull. “You know his temperament after all boy, if he is upset with what I have to say well, I am sure your death will be mourned in private by your family.”
Draco left that afternoon which was fully of pregnant black clouds begging to be allowed to rain over the bright green fields that surrounded his family’s estate. He walked down the gravel path to the road in silence, waiting to feel the first drops of rain to hit him, only they never did.
He Apparated from just outside the gates of his home to a mile away from the destination that his father told him to go for he was sure that to Apparate to the doorway of Fenrir Greyback’s home would be the last thing he ever did. After walking for a few minutes with his gaze never leaving the distant horizon or the old deserted road Draco actually took a moment to consider his location.
It was an abandoned muggle town, probably lacking a human populous for a decade or more from what he could gather from the growth in the cracks of the road, broken windows and smashed in doors. But it was the stench of death that really grabbed his attention and it hit him full force the closer he got to the address on the piece of parchment he held.
“Oh you have to be bloody kidding me,” he said in disgust as he looked at a shabby school house that was in need of a new coat of red paint.
If I could I would kill this fucker faster than anyone else, Draco thought as he heard growling from behind him.
“Stop where you are wizard,” said a female’s husky voice. Draco turned to see a hunched figure that almost dragged her hands on the ground as she lurched towards him, sniffing the air periodically only to stop a few feet away from him, grinning.
“You smell like Malfoy pup,” she half snarled, making Draco twitch with nerves and the girl bark with laughter. “You’re on dangerous ground; I should snap you neck for getting so close to our den. Why shouldn’t I kill you?”
“I bring a message from the Dark Lord for your leader,” Draco said, conjuring up all the snobbish attitude he could as the girl slipped closer to him, the foul stench of rotting meat lingering as she opened her mouth and leaned into his neck in an attempt to threaten him.
“I thought you were a bitch not a vampire,” Draco said, making the woman snarl and lope away. She stopped twenty yards away from him and looked back; Draco was tapping the mud from his shoes, acting as un-phased by her behavior as he could.
“Are you coming or not pup?” The girl asked and Draco looked up from the ground and smirked.
“Of course I am coming,” he said his Malfoy drawl ever apparent as he started walking towards her.
How he ended up in the basement of the school was beyond him. Draco was never the observant type and was paying more attention to the woman in front of him, her awkward, long strides reminding him of some pitiful bird as she lead him further and further into the dark confines of the school. The basement was cold and dark and Draco found himself stepping on the broken light bulbs more frequently the farther he and his companion got from the stairs.
She knocked on a door labeled ‘boiler room’, her hand connecting with the rusted steel sent echoes down the thin concrete hallway as a gruff voice growled from behind the door.
“What,” Draco didn’t need to see the man to know that the speaker was Fenrir, his harsh snarl of a voice haunted him when he dreamed of the astronomy tower, dark skies and fear.
“The pup of the blond man is here to see you,” the woman answered making Draco smile inwardly. At least she remembered to introduce him in some formal fashion, even if it was as a ‘pup.’
“He says he brings new from the Dark Lord for you,”
The door creaked open and the woman stepped aside, letting Draco passed with a glare from her auburn eyes and shut the door behind him.
Fenrir was near the boiler rising from a bed of clothing, grey, tattered yet incredibly strong in appearance Fenrir lumbered towards Draco, sniffing the air as he did so.
“A message delivered by such a….white little pup,” Fenrir growled, his talon hand getting a little too close to Draco’s cheek for his liking but he stood his ground. If this…thing thought that he was going to get the upper hand, he could think again.
“Yes,” Draco started as he moved deeper into the room, not noticing that Fenrir was putting himself between Draco and the door, making it nearly impossible for the boy to make a run for it.
“He says that for your hard work you should be rewarded. However, since you are not pure your reward will stay with his Lordship and be used for the-“
“He is denying me pay?” Fenrir’s voice growled, making Draco flinch ruining his attempt at seeming at ease completely and it made Fenrir purr.
Fenrir paced, running his taloned hand through his graying brown hair muttering through his sharpened teeth.
“No payment huh,” he growled again making Draco become more and more nervous. Of course Draco figured that Fenrir wasn’t going to take this news well, but he had not contemplated what Fenrir might do when the news was given to him.
“What about acceptance as a Dea-“
“He said that being a Death Eater is,” Draco paused, surveying the dank space around him, looking for a possible weapon besides his wand, which is was now inching towards, “out of your reach.”
“Like how the bottle you’ve been eyeing is out of yours,” Fenrir said as he licked his lower lips, careful to avoid his teeth. “Well at least I did get one thing I wanted out of this. Of course it is a little bit older than what I have wanted but, it will do.”
Draco’s eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense, the look on the Dark Lord’s face when he sent him to see Fenrir. Of course this monster was getting payment but not through money or power, but with Draco himself.
Before Draco could think Fenrir was lunging after him, attempting to grab the boy around the neck. Draco moved to the side in time, knocking into the table that held the glass bottle.
“Come on pup,” Fenrir snarled as he righted himself from the floor. “The more you fight the more I want you screaming and covered in blood.”
Draco froze for a moment before snapping back to his senses and allowed his ‘fight or flight’ mentality to kick in and threw the bottle as hard as he could at Fenrir who just laughed as it hit the wall behind him, shattering to thin shards on the floor below.
“For a wizard with a wand you do like old fashioned foreplay don’t you pup,” Fenrir laughed as he made one last jump towards Draco and grabbed him around his chest and pulled his head back by his blond hair, leaving streaks of grease where ever his fingers touched.
Fenrir licked the side of Draco’s neck, sending shivers up the boy’s spine while bile tried to move up his throat in waves. So this was to be his punishment for his failure, left to the devices of a man, no a thing with a taste for pain, blood and sex.
“Shh Pup, shaking won’t do you any good yet,” Fenrir said as he ripped Draco’s shirt and threw the tatters to the other side of the room but took more care in undoing the youth’s pants before throwing him naked onto the shards of the broken bottle where he screamed with pain as the little pieces of glass sliced into his pristine white skin leaving rain droplets of blood on the floor.
“Fuck you, you fucking piece of filth!” Draco yelled as Fenrir sighed with a grin plastered to his weather-worn features.
“Actually I will be fucking something and it is not going to be myself tonight,” Fenrir said as he licked the palm of his hand. “Sorry honey, I got another bitch for the night.”
With that Fenrir let his scraps of what he considered pants fall to the floor and Draco tried to move away only to get kicked back on the floor and be picked up by his hair and pulled closer to Fenrir that he ever wanted to be.
“Open,” Fenrir commanded as he placed Draco’s mouth to the tip of his gnarled, thick cock and he tried to squirm away. But Draco had forgotten that Fenrir was used to people not wanting to fuck him, his usual clientele usually didn’t even know what sex was let alone how their mouth played into it.
Fenrir took his free hand and held Draco’s nose shut and whistled as Draco tried to hold out as long as he could. When he finally had to breathe he gasped and Fenrir slammed his cock into his mouth. Draco tried to bite but Fenrir was too deep into his throat for him to attempt to close his mouth.
Fenrir’s moans were low and rough as he moved himself in and out of Draco’s mouth, and occasionally allowing his cock to be pushed to the back of the boy’s throat and having his muscles contract and try to push him back out while Draco’s eyes filled with tears and spit trickled out of the side of his mouth.
“Good boy,” Fenrir moaned as his grip in Draco’s hair got tighter as he pulled him up to his feet, bending the tall boy precariously backward before throwing him against the wall and pressing him there.
Draco coughed and spat on the floor, attempting to stop his gag reflex from kicking in when he felt Fenrir’s rough tongue lick his back. Fenrir held Draco against the wall by the shoulder and licked more rust flavored blood from the wounds on his back, relishing the taste of it mixed with the wizard’s sweat and the grime of the floor before biting into his shoulder.
The boy howled out of pain and fear as Fenrir sucked and licked at the wound before forcing a dry finger up the boy’s ass making him cry out more.
“You won’t be ‘tainted’ pup,” Fenrir said in between licks as he moved his finger deeper into the boy, then out again as Draco started to simultaneous push off the wall to get away and claw at Fenrir hoping that maybe it was easier to hurt the bigger man than it seemed.
“Oh I do love when they fight, Come on Puppy, claw more,” Fenrir said laughing as he even loosened his grip on Draco, letting him fight harder.
“You son of a fucking bastard stop this shit!” Draco yelled as he tried to reach for his wand on the floor that Fenrir just kicked away towards the other side of the room.
“How did you know that about my mother,” Fenrir said still amused at Draco as he pushed him against the wall again. “You’re not getting out of this Pup, accept that now and this can go much smoother for you.” Fenrir chuckled as he pushed another finger up Draco’s ass, this time making him wail as the werewolf smeared some of the blood off of Draco and onto his cock as lube.
Draco felt a second of relief as Fenrir took his fingers out of him and in the moment of silence before the pain Draco tried to prepare himself for the worst. But that preparation did nothing for him as Fenrir forced himself into Draco without warning, sending the boy into a fit of pain and screams.
“Yes boy scream for me,” Fenrir laughed as he pushed deeper into Draco and then out again, gaining momentum as he put more blood on his cock between thrusts and pushed Draco back to the ground and walked to the other wide of the room.
Draco laid still for a moment and tried to clear the stars from his eyes as he stumbled back onto his feet, desperate to get out of this place.
“Oh I don’t think so,” Fenrir said as he flicked his own wand at Draco who found himself falling back to the floor on his face. A moment later he felt cold steel wrap around his legs and arms, holding him in place as Fenrir walked back over to him, kneeling down next to him.
“If you’re going to fight me I guess I have to use more, drastic measures,” Fenrir said as he walked out of sight. Draco tried to move again, ignoring the pain of the glass cutting him as he did so only to feel Fenrir force his cock back up him and start to fuck him hard and fast.
Draco wailed and cried from the pain as Fenrir grunted with each thrust looking up to the ceiling and licking his lips in pleasure as he felt a shiver go down his spine as Draco tried to push away again through the chains which only made his muscles contract tighter around Fenrir, egging him on.
However Draco had come to a realization as his palms dug into the floor and his eyes blurred from looking at the same spot in the wall for too long. If he played along, if he acted like he enjoyed this and made Fenrir come it would all be over faster. So to Fenrir’s surprise Draco started to move, not away from him but towards him, pushing back onto the other man.
Fenrir purred as he grabbed Draco by the hip to help him push back harder.
“See boy, its not bad,” Fenrir moaned as Draco bit his lower lip and looked back over his shoulder to see Fenrir close his eyes and enjoy the moment.
“I knew you liked to be fucked; I knew it by looking at your pretty little face when I met you pup.”
“Yes,” Draco said, his voice flat as he felt the chains go slack and he slipped a little further forward, closer to his wand.
“I love being fucked by you Fenrir, Oh god, harder!” Draco cried, mimicking the sounds that had come out of his parent’s room late at night. Draco felt sick to his stomach knowing he was in fact, mimicking his mother but he needed to so he could get out of this situation.
Fenrir grunted and fucked Draco harder, using the boy’s shoulder as leverage as he felt himself reaching his climax.
Draco felt the change as well and looked behind him at the werewolf, grey eyes dancing with anger.
“On my face, I want it on my face Fenrir,” Draco gasped feeling that this ultimate act of submissiveness would fool the werewolf into thinking he had broken Draco completely.
“I want to taste you on my tongue.”
Fenrir smiled, his horrid yellow sharp teeth barred as he pulled out of Draco and pulled him on his knees, none the wiser that while moving Draco had been able to grab his wand and hid it under him as he kneeled, licking Fenrir’s cock.
“Come on, please, I want it now,” Draco moaned as he sucked on the tip of Fenrir’s prick making his moan and finally push Draco away, letting the warm white substance coat Draco’s face and trickle down his neck in small splatters.
“Fuck Pup,” Fenrir said as he watched Draco wipe his hand across his face and lick himself clean in disbelief. “If I had any idea you would be so- hey what the fuck!” Fenrir yelled as he felt the chains he tied Draco to the floor with wither and encircle his arms and legs until he was spread eagle on the floor.
“You wanted to fuck with me huh asshole?” Draco said, wand drawn and on his feet, a snarl of discontent on his angular features as he backed away from the incapacitated werewolf and put his pants back on slowly.
“Well now I’m going to fuck with you.”
Draco snapped his wand in a circular motion and a third chain almost as thick as his delicate wrists pushed itself into Fenrir hard making Draco’s insane laughter fill the small room.
“Now whose getting fucked asshole,” Draco said as Fenrir wailed in pain as two links of the chain forced themselves deeper and then out again over and over as Draco watched from the other side of the room for a few moments before fishing through the remains of his shirt on the floor for his watch.
“Tisk tisk,” Draco said with a shake of his head as Fenrir continued to wail and howl back at him. “It appears I’m late for dinner, I must be off.”
“Fucking Pup when I get out of here I’m going to fucking kill you!” Fenrir’s voice was cracked as he tried to hide the pain of being fucked by a rusted chain. Draco however just stared at him, picking some of the dirt out of his fingernails as he touched his bitten shoulder with his wand to stop the bleeding.
“There is something you should always remember Fenrir,” Draco said as he walked over to the man on the floor, smiling at his pain.
“You never ever fuck something that can bite back.”
Draco listened to Fenrir’s cries of pain and frustration until he finally Apparated out of the school and walked back to his home albeit in a slow manner, smiling at the knowledge that the Dark Lord’s attempt to break him had failed and that he had lived to see another day.