A/N: Holy crap an update. Ok it will be a while until the next one but good news is, soon another episode of Exhibit A will be up. Sorry this took so long. Also, in case I can't get anything up before Christmas, Happy Early Christmas! Thank you for being so patient! WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: ok please pay attention. This has dub-con. Also a Rollercoaster of emotions that are rather confusing. I DO NOT support what takes place in this chapter. This has Trigger Warning material ok? Now, shall we start?
Death's Sacrifice – Chapter 3-
Harry giggled as Cedric made out with him on the ground of their magically expanded tent. Every few seconds they ended up scooting back whenever they pressed their grains together. Earlier, after the game, Cedric had decided to celebrate with firewhiskey, which had spurred the dementor fledgling to carry out his plan of 'seducing and giving away his virginity' to Cedric. They were halfway through the bottle when the Shadow Wielder took the initiative and began to touch and snog his lover with in an inch of his life. It was blissful, and despite the fact that every meeting of their hips caused the slighter male to be pushed back, Harry felt peaceful.
He was ready for this. Past ready. He'd made sure of it this summer when he had researched positions and such from books in the bookstore.
He allowed his hands to trail all over his Shadow lover. He eventually sank his fingers into the brown depths of the older Hogwarts student, marveling at how feather soft the locks were. He hummed in his throat when Cedric finally divested them of their clothes. Remembering what he'd read in the books he'd found, he propped up his body onto his arms and he latched his mouth to a spot behind Cedric ear. He sucked hard and was rewarded with such a deep moan that Harry felt it vibrate in his chest. Success!
He didn't have long to gloat before he was pinned roughly to the ground once more. He absently noted the way the slight carpeting in the tent did little to cushion his shoulder blades from the harshness of the earth beneath, but then he was thoroughly distracted by the return of his lover's tongue to his own.
They battled and the Shadow Demon won, not that Harry put up too much of a fight. It was so blissful. He moaned and arched, grinding his hips up, pressing their naked erections together in the way he had read was most pleasurable. The reaction was immediate. Cedric bit his little Muerte's neck and relished in the heated breathy moan that issued out of the younger male's mouth. His dementor was a natural it seemed. The Dark Hufflepuff, impatient to be inside his lover, quickly put on a condom and positioned himself at Harry's entrance. Harry stiffened slightly. He knew what came next, and knew it would hurt, but he was hoping that the pleasure would far outweigh the pain.
"This will hurt."
It was his only warning before Cedric breached his entrance in one swift go, causing Harry to whimper and cry out. Oh gawd it hurt so bad! Weren't they supposed to go slow? Wasn't there supposed to be foreplay? Gentle stretching? Why was there so much pain? Turning his face to the side, so that his hair covered his features, the fledgling prince allowed a few tears to leak out. It was just endless burn as Cedric moved in him, the magical chemicals of the wizard condom burning his torn opening. This wasn't how he imagined it was supposed to be for his first time. Harry was about to tell him to stop when Cedric hit a spot in him that had him crying out in pleasure. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms and legs around his lover and lifted his hips. He suddenly wanted more.
"There it is." Cedric commented and made sure to hit that spot over and over again, feeling only slightly guilty over the pain he caused.
It was difficult to feel guilty when his muerte clung so tightly to his cock. He moaned when those muscles clenched tighter around him. Yes. He could ignore the pain he caused for this wonderful pleasure. He leaned forward and kissed Harry as he pressed in deeper and harder, shivering at the moans and screams of ecstacy issuing from the young prince beneath him. He was surprised when he was answered with equal thrusts as the younger wizard canted his hips up to meet Cedric's downward movements.
Harry was moving like a pro, writhing just right and seemingly knew how to make the Shadow Wielder melt into a variable puddle of good at the slightest touch.
"Please, harder ,Cedric! Muh-ah-more!" the Gryffindor cried out, clawing at his lover's back, feeling the pressure building inside of him.
He was close. He knew it. It felt as if a bubbling volcano of white hot heat was slowly building inside of him; fighting to claw out of him. He felt so good now that he could forget about the initial pain. When his orgasm his him it was so intense that his vision darkened, his toes curled and a full body shudder passed through him. Moments later, Cedric stiffened above him and Harry blinked to clear his sight to witness his boyfriend's face in the midst of climax. The prince felt his breath hitch. The expression Cedric sported was so peaceful that Harry vowed that he would never tell the older male of his earlier pain. Any discomfort was worth his lover's happiness.
"That was better than I thought it would be." He confessed with a soft smile when those grey eyes locked with his own.
Cedric seemed like he was going to agree but then frowned and pulled away. He looked over his little boyfriend's opening after removing his soiled rubber, and noted that despite being roughly penetrated, there was hardly any blood in sight. In fact it appeared as if Harry hadn't even had sex at all. Fury ripped through him and he flung himself away from the child on the floor. All the seemingly innocent gestures, all the odd bits of knowledge of his body made sense. Not a virgin. Harry had lied.
"Get out."
Harry's eyes widened, heart breaking. What had he done wrong?
"W-what?"
Cedric stood and began to dress. It all made perfect sense. All of it. How could he have been so blind?
"Are you sure you even are a virgin? You know an awful lot to be one. And you barely bled at all. I can't believe I was suckered into your charade. Get out, you whore. Go to your mate if you want sympathy. Better yet, go to that pureblood blond brat. You aren't welcome here. Ever." Snapped the older male, his inner demon forcing the words from his lips before he could ponder them.
Despair, sharp as a knife wielded by the most deft of hands, plunged deep into the pit of his soul and with a whimper, Harry swiftly dressed and fled from the tent. Never once did he look back. If he had, he would have seen the regret flash in grey eyes and the aborted step taken in his direction. But he never turned and Cedric didn't follow. Instead the Shadow Demon firmed his chin and steeled his resolve. He was right about this. He just knew it. Scowling, and feeling hollow and alone, the Diggory heir made his way to the shower.
Running. He was running and running. Desperately trying to escape the haunting accusations that his lover (ex-love, Harry mentally corrected ) had viciously spat at him. How could he? How dare he suggest that Harry was a whore just because he knew what to do? Had no one heard of research? And he couldn't help the fact he healed so fast. It was part of his Dementor side supposedly. He had talked to Atro about it. He said that Harry would draw out energy to heal now when in the middle of sex. Which had sparked his anxiety over the subject of sex to begin with.
He'd been so nervous about impressing Cedric, that during the summer he had snuck to the library and bookstore to procure as much information as he could on the matter of sex and what to do to best please your significant other. He had thought that having the knowledge would make Cedric happy. It seemed to have worked. But then...
He squeezed his eyes shut against the threat of bitter tears and for a few moments he was running blind in the woods beside the stadium, not knowing where he was going, nor what he would do once he got there. All he knew was that he felt overwhelmingly betrayed. Desolation ripped past his carefully constructed walls of control and wrung a mournful cry form his small frame. He wanted to run his feet raw. To tear out his eardrums and scratch out his eyes. He didn't want to remember the bliss of his first time, or the horrible fight afterwards. The cold brittle grey eyes stating at him with such loathing that all he wanted to do was scrub away his feeling of being dirty. Used. He'd thought that giving away one's virginity was supposed to be special. It had been for him anyways. He had been so excited, because he trusted...HAD trusted Cedric with so much else.
The young dementor had supposed that giving the Shadow Demon his first, would be the next step. After all, he'd felt so comfortable around Cedric. He hadn't felt like that with anyone else. And here Cedric was, accusing Harry of lying about his virginity, because his knowledge was extensive on the subject. What had he done to deserve such ridicule?
The dementor prince tripped and with a yelp fell to the forest floor, where he finally broke down and cried. It hurt. So bad. Like all of his joy had been snuffed out. It had meant something to him. It had! This just made it plainly obvious that he was dirty. Unworthy of someone so kind and important. He shouldn't have read up on the subject. Should not have assumed that his love would be welcome. Cedric deserved someone who wasn't tainted, like he was. Tainted by his relatives. By the Dark Lord. By Dumbledore's manipulation. Maybe if he'd been clean. Yes...maybe then he would have been accepted. Maybe then his gift would have been better appreciated. It's what he deserved, he supposed. It was all he was good fo. A sexual relief, nothing more.
Harry curled in on himself, insides growing cold as he came to this conclusion. It made sense. And it filled him with a hollowness he thought he no longer had to worry about. He keener out his grief into the night, wishing desperately that he was being comforted by someone who loved him. He wished he could turn back time and take back his gift. To give it to someone who would appreciate it more. Who wouldn't doubt his fidelity.
"Little Death?"
Who?
Tender, albeit strong, arms gathered him to a firm chest and into a sitting position. A familiar aura wrapped around him and the creature in him instantly clung to the comfort being offered. Mate, his body recognised as he curled against the chest beneath his body.
"My dark prince, please tell me what's wrong?" the voice was soft but deep and full of anxiety.
Harry opened his eyes, agony lancing through him as he fought vainly against his painful memories. His own orbs met those of his mate, Atropos and he keened his grief once more. He witnessed as Atropos' face crumpled in worry and anguish as he tried to discern what was the matter. And it broke Harry's heart even more. The Dementor Lord tightened his grip on his mate, growling comforting words into his hair, attempting to calm the small teen. I'm dirty, the raven haired Gryffindor attempted to scream, trying to move his body out of the gentle embrace. Soon Atro would leave him too. He just knew that once he told the older creature, that Cedric's deductions of Harry would be correct and that Atro would agree.
::I can't make you tell me, but please try, my love. I want to help you.:: Atro finally hissed in parsle, nuzzling his face into Harry's soft black locks and issuing a pained whine when Harry remained silent.
It was the whine that had the Prince stiffening. Could he really trust his fellow dementor? I mean he had put his trust in Cedric and look where that had gotten him. Nothing but regret and guilt. A sense of worthlessness unrivalled by his abandonment of the Gryffindors or even his treatment at the Dursleys washed over him. Stifling him. Still, it was clear that his fellow dementor was pained by his sadness. He appeared earnest in his worry and love. Harry swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and obeyed the compulsion he had to confide in the older male.
"Cedric broke up with me right after we had sex." He whimpered, teats forming again in his shame.
Atropos growled low in his throat, his green eyes hostile as his magics burst from their tight reign and whipped through the air. A heavy chill permeated the air causing Harry to shiver and Burrow closer to his mate. Oddly enough, the cold began to comfort him, calming him enough to tell the rest of the story.
"During the summer, I was able to sneak off to the library and read up on sex, because I wanted my first time with Cedric to be special. I wanted to impress him with the things I learned. I didn't want to look like a fumbling idiot." He paused to sniffle and take another breath. "I had a beautiful time. I felt so special as I gave myself to Ced. I thought that I had finally found someone I could trust. But Cedric, after we were done, scowled and pushed me away! H-he said that I knew a lot for a supposed Virgin and asked if I even was one. I feel so used, Atro. So dirty! He took something that meant do much to me and turned it into something so..." the Dark haired teen sobbed. "My relatives were right, I'm worthless."
Atro tried very hard not to yell at his lover for listening to such a ludicrous statement, but managed to bite it back, and instead attempted to calm himself. His mate was upset enough without him adding to the pain. Instead he grit his teeth and held his little death as the child cried out his sorrow.
::Listen to me, Harry. You are not worthless. And when I get my hands on those bloody pseudo-relatives of yours, I'll punish then for ever thinking to claim anything else. I would have given anything to be your first. I would have cherished every moment of your throes of pleasure. Every nuance. Every moan. He has no right to belittle you for knowledge you'd obtained to make him pleased.:: the soul eater rubbed soothing circles into his lover's back.
Harry bit his lips and shook his head. He didn't believe Atro for a second. He wanted to, but he knew better. After all, the saying goes, that if more than one person is saying the same thing about you, that it's probably true. Or at least that's how he heard it said to him. Regardless if that was said right or not, so many people couldn't be wrong. Could they? Harry didn't think so.
Instead of saying anything, the young prince simply shrugged, allowing the cold magics of his dementor friend to was over him. Atro inwardly snorted that his lover didn't believe him. He could tell with how stiff and silent the child had suddenly become. He wanted to kill anyone who had ever said something disparaging to his mate. And then bend his little Harry over his knee and spank him for believing them. Mentally clearing his throat and drawing himself from such a tempting sight., he turned his attention back to his lover.
:: If you think you are worthless, how do you think I feel? You chose a Shadow Demon as your first time. As your mate I feel useless and rejected, thinking you didn't want me because of my creature form. That you're ashamed.:: Atro tried, using a different tactic to gain his lovers regard. Using his actual fears to garner a reaction.
Said emotion was instantaneous and full of righteous indignation that made Across lips twitch in proud amusement. The little Gryffindor shot to his feet, seemingly towering over the still seated dementor Lord. His green eyes of clearest emerald were glittering with anger; his dark creature aura leaking out from him in pulses of cold power.
::How dare you cheapen yourself! I find you very attractive in either form! In fact, most times I prefer your dementor form because then I don't feel like I need to hide around you. I accept every part of you. You have never been worthless to me and never will be. I would never be ashamed of you.:: Harry had slipped into parsle in his irritation, glaring at the man in front of him.
The dementor Lord felt his lips twitch upwards into a soft smile, pleased by the words uttered and warmed by his lovers indignity on his behalf.
"Finished with your pity party, now?"
Harry flinched, opening and closing his mouth in shock. Eventually he wiped at his eyes and nodded. He understood where Atropos was coming from, and what he was trying to accomplish, but he still felt dirty. Betrayed.
"Do you believe I love you?"
A nod.
"And what Luna, Draco, Snape, Blaise, and the members of Silver Hope?"
Another slow nod, as Harry obviously began to contemplate the various aspects of his new friends instead of trying to lump them all into one basket. He DID have love. He wasn't worthless. He wasn't alone.
"It still hurts, Atro. I wish I could take it back, and give my virginity to someone who cares. Who would truly appreciate the gift."
Atro sighed, happy that his lover was finally calming and looking at the whole picture.
"He cares for you Harry. But Shadow Demons are notoriously territorial. And all the care you get from your friends, the fact that you have two predestined mates, and the bout of knowledge you gained from your book excursion, was probably too much for his creature side." The Dark soul eater growled irritably. "That still doesn't excuse his behaviour. "
The Gryffindor bit his lips but nodded. Quite frankly, he wanted nothing to do with Cedric right now. Anger bubbled in veins and he snorted, his Avada Kedavra curse eyes flaring with an eerie green light as his powers once more whipped about. As disgusting as he felt, he was beginning to be able to push his betrayal aside and allow himself to be righteously angry with the Shadow Demon. All that trust he had built with both his lover and others was shattered. His gaze darted to his mate's form, looking the older creature over as he contemplated whether the dementor should be added to that list of untrustables. Although, apart of him felt compelled to trust, compelled to curl into Across side and disappear, there was a new part of him that was wary. It reminded him of what Cedric had done and now was counting on the same thing from the others.
And just like that, the angry winds went out of his proverbial sails and he visibly slumped forward. No matter how angry he became, he would never harm Cedric. He still loved the Shadow Demon very much. He just couldn't stomach bringing the Hufflepuff pain, in spite of all the elder creature had done to him.
"No. It doesn't excuse his behaviour but I don't think I can ever face him again. It would just hurt too much."
Atro sighed, his thoughts already turning to ways he could destroy the Dark Hufflepuff. He wasn't sure yet what he would do though. Maybe he could garner the help of both the dogfather and Voldemort. With subtle shakes of his head, the dementor Lord stood and stretched. He allowed his green eyes to rake the calmer form of his mate, sad that he couldn't make his lover forget the last few hours.
"Do you want me to take you to the Malfoy's? " Atropos inquired kindly, delighted that the fledgling's eyes trailed over his form with concern.
A few moments went by before Harry finally nodded, a pained expression falling over his features.
"It's probably best." He whispered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Atropos inclined his head and pulled his mate to his chest, hugging the small child close.
"I'll walk you over to them, then." He felt Harry tense and pull away.
"Actuallt, before we go, could you please turn into your dementor form?"
Warily the elder dementor did as asked and transformed into his creature aspect. He felt Harry drawcloser and he shivered in a mixture of awe and pleasure when those calloused hands trailed over his cloaked arm. Harry, meanwhile, was marveled by the difference in texture. How his lover's human form was firm and soft, yet muscular. But the dementor Visage bore a striking resemblance to a decaying corpse. The skin appeared to be flayed in parts. Bits of bone: ribs, arms, and collar all had parts visible through the turn skin and only partially covered by the ratty black fabric of the dementor cloak. He smelled of the deepest dredged of the earth and it calmed Harry. After lowering Atropos' hood he was startled to see that there were empty eye sockets, and only a semblance of a mouth which broadened into a small smile full of familiar sharp teeth when the smaller male drew closer instead of away.
::Disgusted yet, Prince?:: Atro hissed gently.
He was suitably startled when Harry's eyes bore determinedly into his own.
"No, now hush. I'm going to kiss you."
Atropos felt his whole body stiffen in shock as his tiny mate surged up and latched his mouth to his own. He heard the moan that his little death let out as he wrapped his arms around the taller creature's neck. Hearing it ignited him into action and he attacked his lover's mouth in full. He nipped and licked, trailing his rough forked tongue along the soft fleshy one of Harry's. They were both breathless when they pulled away and Atropos nearly moaned aloud at the flushed, debauched look his little princess sported.
"I think I like you better in this form, Atro." The child confessed, absently locking his lips; dazed lyrics gazing back into the endless eyes of his mate.
The Dark cloaked figure hitched in a surprised breath. How could this be possible? No one liker this form. But here his thrilling petite mate had not only kissed him, but had seemed to rather enjoy it too. It sent a dark thrill of pleasure through his spine. With an unexpected growl of arousal he brought his prince's lips back to his own and ravished him, relishing in the heated moan he received. Harry was feeling something deep with in him, tugging him towards Atro. It was primal. Instinctual. He wanted more of this brilliant creature. He wanted the promised safety and loyalty. He wanted to be one with him. Part of him. Abruptly the young wizard fledgling pulled away, a dark flush colouring his cheeks.
"We should go, Atro." He breathed, slightly scared of where his body was pushing him.
He loved this man. Loved him greatly, but he'd just ended a relationship and he didn't think he was ready for anything deeper yet. Sensing his lover's hesitation, Atro pulled back with a final swift kiss to the shorter male's forehead. Harry gave a tremulous smile and took a deep breath to steady himself.
"I just...thank you for comforting me, Atro." He muzzled his face into the robes of his dark companion and relaxed into the tender embrace he was rewarded with.
:: I would do anything for you, my love.:: he pressed a gentle kiss to the young wizard's forehead before he finally shifted into his human form.
Harry sighed and nodded.
"Then do me a favour and try not to be ashamed of who you are." He locked gazes with his friend and leaned up and kissed the older man one last time. "I think you are handsome. And I wish I had given myself to you first."
Atropos felt humbled and allowed himself a small glimmer of hope, that he would be able to have his Harry soon.
"Let's get you to the Malfoy's. "
Harry nodded and gripped his lover's hand as they walked out of the forest.
