Title: Painful Devotion
Pairings/Characters: Hugo/Albus
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Hugo knows it's wrong, but he can't stop.
Warnings: INCEST, CHEATING, ANGST
Beta: 3whiteroses
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and WB. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: For LJ Speed PrOnze challenge. Have no idea where it came from but the bunnies got in at lunch today and I couldn't stop them multiplying O.O
The prompt that is at fault is "Devotion" although the word spicy is in there too :)


Painful Devotion

There was a broomstick digging into his back.

Hugo was acutely aware of the fact, in the same way he was aware that his trousers were probably ruined from the grime staining his knees where he knelt. In the same way he was aware of the heavy smell of cleaning products that hung in the air and stung his nose. But Hugo wouldn't consider shifting to dislodge the broom that was surely going to leave a bruise on his shoulder.

He needed it.

Needed the reminder that what he was doing had consequences. That what he was doing was wrong.

But, still.

As he looked up at the face above him, Hugo knew he couldn't stop.

Lowering his eyes once more, Hugo tried to ignore everything except the velvety feel of flesh pressing against his tongue. The warm weight that pulsed as he made himself swallow. The tangy, spicy flavour that he knew he would taste echos of for days.

And as he pulled his head back, sucking in his cheeks as he went to press his tongue hard against the leaking slit to collect a drop of precome, he tried to ignore the pole stabbing painfully into him and instead memorise the quiet gasp that escaped from parted lips somewhere above him.

Sinking forward again to swallow that perfect cock, Hugo hummed in twisted contentment. The vibrations passing from his lips to the vulnerable flesh held between them. They may have even continued up through the boy's body to emerge from his own lips as a soft groan but Hugo couldn't be sure, as his focus had zeroed on the taste flooding his mouth, of the feel of hands gripping his hair painfully and cock hitting the back of his throat, cutting off his air and making him gag and choke. As the softening flesh slipped from his lips, Hugo took giant gasping breaths and closed his eyes to stop the black that was starting to creep into his vision.

Fresh air hit his face and he opened his eyes just in time to see the door close, cutting off the invasion of new light and leaving Hugo sitting on his knees, in a broom closet, alone.

And then all he was aware of was the smell of cleaning products assaulting his nose, and the grimy floor destroying his trousers, and the broomstick digging painfully into his shoulder.

Wincing, he moved and got slowly to his feet. Replacing the robes that he had removed earlier, grateful to see they would cover the stains, he made his way towards the Great Hall for dinner.

As he sank onto a bench at the Gryffindor table, he ignored the voices around him and the food in front of him and instead searched out the Slytherin table until they came to rest on pair of emerald eyes that looked back at him knowingly. But then a hand slipped into Albus' and he turned to give Scorpius a smile that would never be directed at Hugo, and a kiss that Hugo would never receive, and Hugo felt his heart clench as it did every time he let himself do this.

Beside him, Rose asked if he was okay and patted his shoulder, causing pain to flare from the still-forming bruise, and Hugo had his reminder. He knew it was wrong.

But looking back at the Slytherin table to see his cousin throw his head back and laugh, Hugo knew that he couldn't stop.