This chapter may make you a little . . . queasy . . . don't say I didn't warn you!
TO all those trying to guess who's hurting Dennis . . . SHUSH! No giving it away! You'll find out soon . . . even if it is obvious . . . don't ruin it for the dense people! :D
Rating: R
Warnings: Course language, violence, self mutilation, Piercing, use of alcohol, Eating disorders, Drug use, Male/Male, and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, anal (Item used.), BDSM, rape (Oral), incest, and possibly more later.
Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE- Neville/Harry (Harry/Neville), Seamus/Colin (Colin/Seamus), Nott/Seamus, ?/Dennis, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Blaise/Daphne, Nott/Pansy, Fred/George, Colin/Dennis, Colin/Devon, Seamus/Dennis, and possibly more later.
. . . Story Begins . . .
"Good boy." He placed the knife behind him on a separate desk and leaned back over, pressing his lips to the smaller. Dennis slowly opened his mouth for the older, a sob leaving him. "You know." The taller mumbled, "I've had a terrible day and I'm in the mood for something a little . . . different."
Blue eyes widened when he felt the older's hand pres to his chest.
"N-no!" Dennis started to struggle and the Slytherin grabbed the knife, the blonde's struggles stopping immediately.
"You won't disobey me Dennis." He leaned over the smaller to his other forearm and pressed the blade to it, dragging it down, the blood collecting around the cold metal. Dennis cried out and whimpered. The older pulled the knife away and used it to cut the smaller's buttons off, pushing the shirt aside.
"Hmm. Now here's something me and my old lover used to do, well he wasn't always thrilled but in the end he didn't seem to mind." He mumbled. The dark haired boy leaned down and encased the younger's nipple in his mouth, nipping it.
Dennis let out a shaky breath and looked away, eyes watering. The older pulled back and smirked. "Now for the part he wasn't as thrilled about." The dark spirited boy grabbed the knife and lightly trailed it across the desk before hovering it over the blonde's chest.
Dennis' eyes widened and he couldn't help the small struggle he had started. "Sit still or I'll cut something off!" The deep voice rang out around the room. The blonde let out a cry and stopped moving, watching the blade intently.
The cool metal tip hit the hollow of his throat and Dennis froze, barely breathing. Slowly the knife trailed down the paled chest stopping right between his nipples. The older boy moved the instrument to the right and lifted it slightly, pressing the very tip in the dead center of the blonde's nipple.
"P-Please." Dennis whimpered. The older boy rolled his eyes and pushed down, a scream leaving the smaller. He smirked down at the petite boy and moved the blade lower, over the younger's abdomen tracing the faint muscle, leaving a thin red line in its wake.
Dennis hissed and clenched his teeth. It felt like one really long paper cut! The older boy brought his left hand over and popped the button on the smaller's slacks.
"No, no, no!" Dennis started to struggle again and yelped when the knife was returned to his arm, drawing a long deep cut, blood pooling around the wound.
"Shut up!" He hissed yanking the younger's zipper down. "Lift your hips." Dennis let out a sob and did as told, dizziness starting to plague him. He closed his eyes when the older boy pulled both his slack and boxers down to his knees. "I won't put the blade to your bits so calm down." He blonde relaxed slightly.
The taller pushed the material down further do it pooled around the younger's ankles'. "Not bad for a thirteen year old." He whispered. "Only one problem though." He looked at the flaccid organ and smirked.
Dennis' eyes shot open and he gasped, back arching when a hot mouth pressed to the tip of his member, sucking it into the warm cavern. The blonde's shaft twitched to life quickly and he mentally scolded himself. He felt the blade press to his thigh and his head began to swim.
The older boy continued his harsh suction, forcing pleasure throughout the blonde's body, but the knife digging into his upper thigh was beyond painful. He didn't know what to do. A moan mixed in with a sob left his throat. The taller hummed and dragged the knife up dangerously close to the boy's sac.
"Shh, calm down." The older mumbled returning his mouth back to the petite boy's member. He trailed the blade over the smaller's perineum, a thin red line following. Dennis squeezed his eyes shut and cried out when the blade lightly ran over a small part of his scrotum.
He started to hyperventilate when the knife was lifted and the brunette pulled back, placing the tip of the blade to his slit. "Oh no you don't, no going soft." The older trailed his hand down below the blonde and murmured a spell. He pressed a slick finger to the younger's entrance and pushed in, a hiss leaving the small boy. The taller boy smirked down at him and curved his finger.
Dennis' back arched and he cried out, his member springing back to life as the older boy slowly massaged his prostate. The knife returned to the small boy's slit, digging into the precum. Dennis bit his lip and gasped, short pants leaving him as the taller began to push against his bundle of nerves faster and harder.
Quiet moans started to fill the room and blue eyes slid shut. Dennis let out a shaky breath when the finger and knife were removed. His eyes snapped open and he tried to shuffle away, his member deflating quickly.
"Stay still or I'll make it worse!" He yelled. The blonde began to cry heavily as the blade pressed to his back entrance, cutting the tight muscle slightly. "Breath Dennis and don't move."
The blonde let out a scream and began to panic. The knife was pushing forwards, further into him. "Please, please! I-I'll do anything please!" Dennis cried out. The older smirked and squeezed the younger's sac hard.
The smaller automatically clenched and let out another loud cry when he was cut further. The knife was yanked out, a pained but relieved gasp leaving the smaller. Blue eyes opened and widened when the older stuck his tongue out, running it up along the blood that clung to the blade.
"Anything?" The darker haired boy whispered. The smaller stiffened when the knife returned to his back entrance.
"Y-yes, anything!"
"The moment you're healed, or at least two weeks from today, you sleep with Seamus Finnigan."
"W-what?" Dennis' eyes widened. "I-I can't do that!" the knife pushed forwards quickly, sliding an inch and a half into him. The younger screamed. "O-OK! Ok! I'll do it!" the knife was slowly removed and Dennis sighed.
"Good, because if you don't, your wonderful parents might run into a little accident. Now I just wanna do one last thing before you're found." The brunette mumbled. He pressed the blade into the younger's arm and pushed hard, dragging it along the entire length of his arm. "Let's see if they find you in time."
The taller vanished the ropes, put his knife away and quickly yanked the smaller's bottoms back up, a scream leaving the blonde.
With that the other left. It took a lot of effort but the small boy finally managed to sit up. His vision began to dim and his eyes rolled his body falling forwards and off the desk, landing on his stomach on the floor.
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"Madam Pomfrey?" said woman looked up.
"Oh Colin." She walked over and gave him a short hug. "He'll be alright, Mr. Finnigan found him just in time, but he's lost a lot of blonde and I need to contact your parents."
"W-what? Why?" Colin whispered. "S-Seamus?" Said boy walked over and pulled the smaller's back to his chest, the blonde head fitting perfectly under his chin.
"This is for your family to hear, not Mr. Finnigan." The elderly woman stated.
"Please?" Colin whispered. She sighed. She called out a strange name and a house elf apparated. "Get Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall, it's urgent." It was only about two minutes later that the two professors walked in.
"What is it Poppy?" Albus asked. He looked at the two boys in confusion.
"The young Mr. Creevey is behind the curtains over there and it is very important we contact his parents and get them down here. I know they are muggles but we need them here and Dennis can't be moved."
"What do you mean he can't be moved?" Colin cried out, voice raising an octave. He tried to launch towards his brother's bed and Seamus tightened his arms around the small waist.
"Calm down Colin, going over there won't do anything but hurt you." The brunette muttered. The blonde stopped his struggling and let a few silent tears fall.
"I can't bring muggles here Poppy." Albus whispered. She pulled him out of earshot and began to speak. The old man's eyes widened and he nodded apparating.
"B-but I thought we can't apparate here." Seamus said in confusion.
"Being the headmaster gives you privileges." It was about thirty seconds later that he reappeared with two slightly frightened muggles.
"Mom! Dad!" Seamus let go of the blonde when the small boy rushed towards them.
"Colin? What's going on?" His father asked pulling his son into a hug. The parents' eyes widened when the younger boy let out a loud sob, body shaking. "I-Is he crying?" The mother nodded shocked.
"Colin hunny, what happened, you never cry!"
"I don't know what's wrong with Dennis they w-wouldn't tell me!" The blonde cried out hugging his father tighter. Mr. Creevey looked up and blinked.
"E-eurm, who's this?" The man asked. Colin answered without even turning.
"My best friend S-Seamus."
"Oh alright."
"Mr, Mrs, and young Mr. Creevey, about Dennis." Poppy whispered. "You may want to take a seat."
The two adults nodded and sat down in the chairs, ignoring the fact that they were not there a second ago. Two more chairs pulled up and Colin sat down next to his father and beside Seamus.
"Dennis was found by Mr. Finnigan," She motioned towards said boy. "He was very bloody. I checked his wounds and I am certain they are not self inflicted. He has rope burn around his wrists and ankles."
"W-what?" All three Creevey asked together. "His forearms were slashed open and I noticed when I had to move him that there was blood on his pants. I had to remove his clothing-" Mr. and Mrs. Creevey stiffened. "And found more cuts on his thighs and genital areas." Colin paled and Seamus blanched. The Professors, elder Creevey's and Seamus were all surprised when the first thing Colin did was burry his face in the Irishman's neck.
Seamus wrapped and arm around the younger's shoulders and whispered nothings into his ear, using his other hand to play with the blonde locks.
"Also," They all looked up, "It would appear that a blade of some sort was used to . . . enter your son." Mr. Creevey's eyes widened. "There were shallows cuts to his chest and his left nipple was cut open. We are wizards so that is easy to fix, but the other's may take some time."
"I-I wanna see my son." Mr. Creevey mumbled.
"I'm not so sure that's such a good idea." Ms. McGonagall whispered.
"I want to see my boy." He stated again. Albus nodded and Poppy sighed.
"I suggest that Colin and Seamus do not see this."
"But he's my brother!" The young blonde yelled.
"Colin she's right."
"I don't give a flying fuck if she's right he's my fucking bro-" Seamus clapped his hand over the younger's mouth and yelped when he was bit but kept his hand firmly in place.
"Colin! Do not speak to your mother that way! Mr. Flanagan-"
"Finnigan." Seamus corrected.
"Right Finnigan, please release my son's mouth." Mr. Creevey stated firmly. Seamus removed his hand and managed to keep one arms around the younger and plug his ears.
"FUCK YOU!" The blonde hollered, his parents mouths dropping. "I want to see my fucking brother and you cannot damn well stop me! I'm the one that's always there when he scrapes his knee or has his heart broken I'm going to be there for this too!" The blonde's voice cracked.
"Colin!" Mr. Creevey said sternly. "You will not see Dennis." Colin let out a frustrated growl and began to struggle. Seamus 'eeped' and wrapped both arms around the small boy's waist.
"Damn he's strong when pissed!" The Irishman cried out.
"Let go of me!" Colin yelled. The blonde leaned down and Seamus yelled out.
"OW! STOP BITING ME!"
"LET ME GO!"
"ENOGUH!" Everyone jumped and slowly turned to the headmaster, the twinkle gone. "Colin, you should not see him like this. Mr. Finnigan if you cannot calm him I would like you to remove him." Seamus nodded and pulled the blonde off the chair and onto his lap, the small boy struggling.
"Colin listen to me, if you don't calm down you won't get to see him at all, you won't even get to say bye to your parents." The brunette stated calmly. Colin's struggles slowed and his body started to shake, a loud sob leaving the young boy. "Shh, it's alright." He tucked the blonde's head under his chin and slowly rocked him.
Poppy lead the young boy's parents across the room, a few seconds after disappearing behind the curtain Colin heard his mother's wail and his father retching.