chapter 2 - Slice Vice

Author's note: I am so sorry if you read this and it traumatises you. It traumatised me, writing it! Well anyway, I chose to keep it lower-case even though it was inconvenient, because that made it seem less serious. Which is isnt. Serious, that is. Happy reading, then! :D

it was a saturday, and it was late at night. draco's eyes took in the blue shadows staining the large grounds he could see out of the kitchen window. his mouth felt parched and dry, and he dragged a tongue over chapped lips which were begging for some moisture.

his long fingers swept over the shiny granite worktops. they stopped suddenly when draco's cold grey eyes fell upon the object he desired. his eyes travelled tantalisingly slowly over a black handle, about two inches long, and then a long, thin blade, slate grey and glinting, pinpoint sharp and deadly.

draco reached to grip the handle automatically, but suddenly his arm froze in its tracks.

contrasting emotions fought within him; first, the instinct to bend to what he had given in to once before, the deep-seated need to be sated which made draco yearn for the divine pleasure he had succumbed to previously. but then, the cold shame, like an icy shower, the guilt which draco felt so harshly; a feeling which couldn't really be surprised, like his conscience was sick with disgrace.

although, perhaps that was part of the allure, the wickedness in draco's falling for the forbidden fruit. draco chuckled mirthlessly at the irony, not smiling despite the laugh.

draco ran his fingers over the handle. he inhaled sharply, his breath hitching. He felt so… depraved. draco cursed himself internally, but embraced his temptation and lifted the knife, fingers curling carefully around the handle.

turning to the elaborate ceramic fruit bowl, draco's eyes misted slightly. the sight of the apple, sitting ready, still as stone, caused his breath to hitch. he took it carefully, curving his fingers around the flawless curve. draco cupped the apple carefully in his slender fingers, cradling it almost like a child. his stomach lurched as the pads of his fingertips brushed against the green skin.

his grey eyes glinted, almost metallic, as he brought the blade of the knife, razor sharp and glittery, to rest on the apple's curving surface. the blade cast a dark shadow over the apple.

draco gulped, the sound impossibly loud and pronounced in the palpable silence. draco's fingers flexed once, then again, nervous on the black handle. his breathing quickened as he applied pressure, slowly, the surface of the apple remaining insistently unbroken.

the apple quivered with tension. steeling his nerves, draco applied the final burst of pressure needed; in one quick movement the knife slid deep into the apple's flesh. draco's eye followed a drop of juice which slid out of the cut. it pooled on the underside of the apple. draco's pupils dilated, and before he could stop himself, he had licked it off, tongue just barely missing the tip of the knife.

shivering from the sensation of the juice's sour flavour teasing the end of his tongue, draco withdrew the knife from the apple with a soft crunching sound. the cut was clean, straight, and unbroken; draco could not resist ghosting a finger over it, feeling the slight dip where the apple had been penetrated by the knife.

he instinctively clenched his long-nailed fingers into a fist as arousal overtook him; his eyelids fluttered shut for a few seconds.

spurred on by his desire, he plunged the knife in again, eagerly and faster than before, and completed the cut to form a triangular slice. he watched, mesmerised, as he pulled the slice out, slowly revealing more and more of the apple's pale inner flesh. he drowned himself in the dark pleasure he got from slicing into the apple, ruining its purity.

draco opened his mouth, lips parting in a hot seam, and slowly eased the apple slice in, restraining himself from biting down with difficulty. he hissed in excitement as the apple travelled further down his throat, pushed in by his own finger.

draco could feel the grotesque bliss building deep inside him, and he clenched his eyes shut. he was beginning to see white; the taste of the apple was filling his mouth completely. he was close; the apple was going to his the back of his throat any second; he shuddered in anticipation-

there was a bang. draco jolted with shock, eyes snapping open. a hideous silence seemed to stretch on forever as he stared in disbelief at the countertop in front of him.

the door had opened. from behind draco, a voice which chilled him and made his stomach drop fifty feet, said:

'draco… what are you doing?'