FIC: Going Forward (Moving Backwards) (Bellatrix/Narcissa) for creepingviolet Title: Going Forward (Moving Backwards) Recipient:creepingviolet Pairing: Bellatrix/Narcissa Rating: NC-17 Warnings: incest, chan/underage (from 11yo up), light dub-con, light powerplay, oral sex Word Count: 1,985 Summary:Sex in the Black family isn't about love. Sex is about power. It's as simple as that. A/N: Inspired by Three Days Grace's "Born Like This". My first bunny involved Bellatrix/Hermione from that scene from DH, but as I wrote the beginning, I realised that your requested dub-con would have been full-out non-con, and that the light BDSM would have been torture/violence. (And that others have written it before me, heh.) Um. So I scrapped it, and decided to give this bunny a chance instead :) It's my first femmeslash fic and I definitely had fun letting these two play. I hope you enjoy reading this at least half as much! Beta'd by the amazing S :)
The time is right to change this To make the life we know They took what we were given We want it back again
Sex in the Black family isn't about love. Sex is about power. It's as simple as that.
Narcissa grows up in close quarters with her sisters. They are a tight-knit group. Purebloods keep together, loyalty a firmly woven net around them. It is with the Blacks as it is with any other pureblood family.
It is Bella's touch - the oldest sister, the leader - that awakens Narcissa's sexuality. Bella has always taken care of her little sisters. Narcissa trusts her implicitly, even though Bella can be rather cruel at times, if she has other, better things to do. But she always looks out for her little sisters, even when she tries to hide it.
Just as much as Bella plays with Narcissa, Narcissa plays with Bella. Manipulation is an integral part of a Black's education, and the two of them handle this art to perfection. Bella's part in forging Narcissa's backbone of steel is undeniable.
But for now, Narcissa isn't yet a first year at Hogwarts, a mere month away from following her sisters into paradise. Out of the dark, dense, dingy Black townhouse that is no place for someone as demanding as Narcissa has learnt to be (the smallest, the nestling), into the school where she knows she will build her future (the coldest, the queen); anticipation sings in her veins when she lies awake at night, listening for sounds from her sisters' bedrooms on either side of hers.
It is one such night when she thinks about the magnificence which must be Hogwarts that Bella creeps into her bed. "Shhh," she murmurs into Narcissa's skin. "I will show you something."
Narcissa moves to make space for Bella in her narrow bed. If Bella wants to show her something, Narcissa will not object. Bella knows of the most interesting things, but secrecy is something that she maybe honours a little too much. Most often she won't tell Narcissa any of what she knows, guarding her secrets as if her life depended on it. But if she has decided to share now, Narcissa will listen, gladly. She is a little suspicious, for Bella rarely does anything for free, but Narcissa will know the stakes soon enough. Wait, and anyone will say too much sooner or later.
What Narcissa hasn't expected, however, is that Bella's fingers touch her wrist delicately, then trace down her arm to her shoulder, caressing the nape of her neck. Narcissa squirms lightly. Not even at the best of times is the Black family physically close. "What -"
"Shhh."
Narcissa stills. Bella's hand wanders lower, fingers stroking over delicate skin. Sliding southward, over Narcissa's stomach - she tenses, it tickles but she doesn't laugh, a Black wouldn't laugh - and then Bella touches her down there, rubbing in circles. Narcissa doesn't move, confused. After a time she begins to feel warm and she squirms again, this time not trying to move away but asking for more.
Her orgasm that first time is anything but earth-shattering, just a relief from the tension that Bella's touch was creating. But the afterglow is fantastic, Narcissa's muscles all lax and unwound. Bella has already up and left with one of those triumphant smirks of hers. Narcissa knows she's in Bella's debt now, but for the moment she doesn't quite care.
She instinctively realises that this is something she shouldn't tell anyone about. Bella has shown her something, and now it's their secret.
*~*~*
Narcissa grows up. Of course she learns, sooner rather than later, exactly what Bella has done to her. Not that Narcissa minds.
A pureblood's education prior to Hogwarts is conservative. Sex isn't spoken about, a taboo theme among many. Only upon entering school do they learn from the others - whispered conversations, magazines passed around in the dark.
Naturally when it comes down to it, a Slytherin pureblood will be among the first to try out this new knowledge, and Narcissa would have been the same. She learns quickly that Bella has done it, Andromeda has done it, but Narcissa doesn't do it. She won't lower herself to sleeping her way around. Instead she creeps into Bella's bed when she can, whispering I'm cold or I'm lonely into her sister's ear. Narcissa knows how to manipulate Bella, allowing her to think she is in control. (Though the question remains whether Bella knows what Narcissa is doing; Narcissa suspects she might. They have had the same home education, after all.)
Bella laughs cruelly. Poor little thing is whispered in that sing-songy mocking voice, then her hand ghosts over a white body and makes it tremble in her arms.
It doesn't take long before Narcissa tries to reciprocate by touching back, mimicking the burning trails Bella's hands leave on her skin. Even if Bella is her sister, Narcissa has a strong sense of obligation and debt, and she won't be in anyone's debt, ever.
*~*~*
Thirty years later, and things are different. The Malfoy family's pride has been broken. Draco is being punished for his father's faults.
Bella isn't Narcissa's leader any longer. Too long she's been gone, shut away in Azkaban, too much she's been in the Dark Lord's grasp; too much has she forgotten her family, the bonds of loyalty broken in favour of passionate worship for a lost cause. Narcissa knows it now. Bellatrix is as lost to her as Andromeda is lost to Bella.
Since Bella won't be there for her, Narcissa goes to visit Severus to ask for protection. Severus has loved her for a long time, she knows this, and he is Slytherin too; he will protect Draco if she asks for it. He is family, as much as Bella isn't.
But Bella follows her, indignant that she will go to that traitor instead of trust in the Dark Lord's decision. If Bella had had children, maybe the situation would have been different, but as it is Narcissa can't trust Bella not to talk of what happened.
Twenty years since they last touched, and when the two sisters arrive back at Malfoy Manor Narcissa turns into Bella's space, crowding her back against the wall. "Will you talk?" she demands, pressing into Bella.
Bella, predictably, smirks, an old light going on in her eyes that Narcissa has thought long since lost. "That depends."
There is a voice inside Narcissa that screams No! loud and clear. She hasn't been unfaithful to her husband. Indeed apart from her sister and husband she's never fucked around. Her power was never executed this way. Narcissa is better than that.
But now. But now, Narcissa stares at her oldest sister, the one she used to look up to with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. Assessing the situation, her mind makes quick work of what will have to happen.
Bella loves the rush of power, so Narcissa will give it to her. See where the bonds of familial loyalty bring you, if you feel them as tightly as Narcissa does. Her hand inches forward, creeping under Bella's robe and coming to stop on her hip.
Bella takes it as the sign it is, her hand closing around Narcissa's wrist with a force that is sure to leave bruises come morning. She spins them around until Narcissa is crowded against the wall. Narcissa struggles against her instinctively, the heedlessness of youth gone; she won't obey any longer.
"Ah ah ah," Bella croons against her neck, "think of your poor son." There's a cockiness in her voice that tells Narcissa exactly how much Bella knows where to push so Narcissa won't pull away, and then Bella bites into the skin at the nape of her neck. Coldness bites at Narcissa from the inside, ice spreading until she feels like she's going to explode. But then Bella's hands are pushing at her and the familiar smirk is back in place.
"Down."
Narcissa pauses. Tension is high in the air. Bella smirks at her and Narcissa stares back, unmoving. Time stands still.
And then it moves forward again the moment Narcissa drops to her knees, her eyes lowering as she opens robes and the layers of clothing underneath. Bella shifts until she's leaning back against the wall again, her legs spreading to give Narcissa room. For all intents and purposes Bella looks as comfortable as can be. Her hand rests on the back of Narcissa's head, the light touch a satire of the intimacy they've shared before. Unceremoniously Narcissa pushes down Bella's underwear and frees her cunt, biting down on the snarl that's building in her throat. Instead she forces her hand up. With a finger she probes the folds, sliding between them, teasing her sister the way Narcissa knows she loves. Bella is slick already, turned on by the power she has over Narcissa; it's as clear as day when Narcissa looks up into the hard, satisfied eyes of her sister. Circling the clit (holding the stare; not backing down, not backing down), she waits for Bella's sign of more, and it's not long before it comes. The pressure on the back of her head increases. With resentment growing inside her Narcissa leans forward (breaking away, and it's then that her pride is broken too, again), her tongue lapping at the wetness while two fingers move backward, pressing into Bella's cunt.
Narcissa is kneeling on the floor in front of Bella, and she's back to being a child, innocence being dominated by experience. Licking, fucking, crouching in front of her while Bella pants over her. Bella writhes against her, her hands an unforgiving pressure forward. Narcissa can barely breathe, air being scarce when all she can breathe in is Bella. Bella who is not Narcissa's sister any longer, not like this.
But Narcissa doesn't flinch away, as she's wont to do. The days when she was in the Dark Lord's favour are over, or else she wouldn't be where she is. Ramming up her fingers into Bella's body, her tongue viciously working her sister's clit, she sets free as much of the anger she's feeling as she dares. Bella has always liked it rough (the more the better). Some things change, but others always remain the same.
"That's it, little sister, you remember, don't you? The way you used to be? All hot and wanting, craving my cunt..."
Yes, Narcissa remembers how she used to look up to her big sister. But now. But now Bella disgusts Narcissa, and she bites down none too gentle on the sensitive skin in front of her. Bella cries out, a sound of pleasure-pain. These days it seems impossible to hurt her. She worships pain, and with it has come an appreciation for it that Narcissa cannot comprehend. Bella clenches around Narcissa's fingers. Narcissa thinks her sister is close, remembers the yelps that get higher the closer Bella is, now that Narcissa is taking out her anger on her. Bella's hands are tense on Narcissa, her hips moving forward of their own accord.
When Bella comes, hard and fast and yanking on Narcissa's hair, it is the crest of Narcissa's degradation. No anger could prevent the rush of disgust at all of this that's rolling over her. Quickly pulling away from Bella, Narcissa stands, looking her sister straight in the flushed face. "You will not talk?"
Bella smirks at her, her eyes hard as steel. "Not this time, pet."
It's as much of a concession to their sisterly bond as Narcissa is likely to get. With her head held high, Narcissa turns and walks down the hallway, back to her lonely bed. She can feel Bella's eyes boring into her from behind, her victory in the air, but Narcissa refuses to cower, refuses to feel dirtied. Lucius will understand.
Sometimes you have to go backward in order to move forward. It is not logic that a Black will easily accept, but as a Malfoy Narcissa does what has to be done to save her family.