TO: Aurora:
Stop being psychic dammit! Or perhaps I need to stop being so dang predictable .
TO: AuraOfLove666
Welcome my newest reviewer ^^ and OMG ILY! You actually get Nott ^^ ahha! You think its dramatic now, just you wait! I'm a little too dramatic at times .' and I'm glad you understand Devon's state of mind ^^ review again! I like that you get it ^^
I'm dedicating this chapter to AuraOfLove666 because I think you'll like this chapter a lot ^^ I'm also dedicating this chapter to Aurora because she's psychic and saw it coming .
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, BDSM, rape, incest, and possibly more later.
Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE- Neville/Harry (Harry/Neville), Seamus/Colin (Colin/Seamus), Nott/Seamus, Nott/Dennis Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Blaise/Daphne, Nott/Pansy, Fred/George, Colin/Dennis, Colin/Devon, Seamus/Dennis, and possibly more later.
. . . Story Begins . . .
"I'm not going to seduce you. Please? I promise you that if I do anything that's too far out of line you can hex me or whatever." Dennis said looking at the taller pleadingly.
"Fine." He slid his eyes shut and the smaller reached into his pocket.
"Move your legs down a tad, not much, just like an inch and tilt your head up." The blonde instructed. The older boy made a small noise of distress but did as asked. He felt something brush his hair and slide down his neck, resting slightly heavily there.
Dennis placed a small kiss on the brunette forehead and pulled back quickly. "Hey! This is why I didn't want you near me! You're trying to seduce me again!" Devon yelled glaring.
"Merry late Christmas." The blonde muttered.
"What?" The blue-green orbs searched the reddening eyes of the smaller boy.
"Your neck." Dennis chocked out. "I thought you'd like it, sorry if I was wrong." His blue eyes bore into the curtain. "I want out now Josh! Please!"
"Not yet Den!" The older boy called back.
"W-wow." Dennis turned to the brunette. Devon held the necklace in his hand, his eyes wide and confused. "This looks like it cost you an arm and a leg!"
"My uncle on my mom's side owns a jewellery store I got like a 90% discount on it because he loves me." The blonde said sighing sadly. It hurt being rejected.
"I-I love it." Devon said. The younger's head snapped to the older.
"Really?" Dennis asked smiling. The brunette held up the silver cross on the silver chain and smiled.
"Yea, a lot. No one ever gets me gifts like that." He said examining it, grinning all the while.
"Can I have a hug at least?" The blonde tried. The older boy looked between the boy and his necklace, racking his brain for the right answer. The first thing that came to his mind was the words of his brother. 'It's alright. Forget what they told you, the church is wrong, just, let go! Do what you feel is right!'
Devon sighed and nodded, opening his arms and pulling the younger into a hug. Dennis shifted until he was seated in the older's lap, arms around his shoulders and face pressed in the crook of the brunette's neck
"U-uh not quite what I had in mind Dennis! That's a bit much there!" The older said nervously. The small body on his lap began to shake. "Hey! What's wrong?"
"Y-you won't understand." The blonde whispered, sniffling. The taller felt the tears hit his neck and he became worried. He slowly lifted his arms and wrapped them around the frail body, pulling him closer. Dennis let out a sob and gripped the older's night shirt.
"Try me." Devon whispered into the soft hair. This wasn't normal, he never felt like this. Was the church really wrong? The smaller shifted closer causing a weird twist to form in the older's stomach. The hot breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. When the other's fingers tangled in the hairs at the bottom of the brunette's neck was when he noticed something.
Blue-green eyes widened when the other shifted again, his outer thigh rubbing against the Mormon boy's erection. Devon stiffened and looked around, unsure on what do to. Lips pressed to his neck and he shifted uncomfortably.
"D-Dennis, maybe this isn't such a good idea." The brunette whispered. The third year pulled back and locked eyes with the taller.
"Let go for once. Ignore what they carved into your brain, ignore it, please if you honestly can't feel the flip flop in your stomach, or the tingles running through your body, or even the nausea then fine, tell me and I'll leave." The blonde took a ragged breath, shifting again until he was seated perfectly in the crossed legs, his own slim limbs hooked around the older boy's back.
"But if you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you then please, please don't push me away! All my damn life I've been the bottom of people's relationship jokes! One guy played me for months, hurting me a lot, and another kept flirting but is now dating my brother." He ran his slim fingers through the brown locks. "So if you really, really want me then please don't push me away and play with my heart st-"
Devon leaned forwards and pressed their lips together firmly. He slowly softened the kiss before pulling back, his eyes wide and scared. Dennis smiled at him.
"It's alright. Hey, I know what can help." The blonde said. He crawled off the taller's lap and lied down on his bad tapping the spot next to him. Devon hesitantly lied down beside the younger boy. He stiffened when the small Gryffindor plopped his head on the older's chest, his hand reaching across the tanned stomach and grasping the other's hand.
Devon took a few deep breaths and looked down, his body relaxing. Dennis let go of the older's hand and placed it on the Irish boy's stomach, drawing random picture on the white shirt.
"C-can I stay here tonight?" The blonde asked stopping his ministrations. "It's already really late and I'm tired."
"O-ok." The older whispered, hesitantly placing his hand on the younger's waist. It felt nice, holding someone like this. The brunette leaned down and pressed his lips to the blonde locks, squeezing his eyes shut.
Dennis sat up slightly and leaned over, hovering above the older boy. "C-can I?" he asked quietly. Devon nodded and met the younger half way, their mouths forming together wonderfully. "Do you like kissing?"
"Y-yes." The older let out a breathy response before taking a chance and nipping the smaller's lip. The blonde shivered and let out a quiet moan. He subconsciously pressed his erection into the muscled thigh, moaning again at the contact. "T-too much Den."
"Sorry." He pulled away and plopped down on his back, closing his eyes and screwing his face up in concentration.
"What are you doing?" Devon asked confused.
"I'm trying to deflate my cock." The younger stated bluntly. The older boy let out a distressed sound and lied back down. "Night Dev."
"Yeah, n-night Den."
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"Kiss me I'm Irish." Seamus said grinning goofily. Colin laughed and pulled the older down, wrapping his arms around the thicker neck, pressing their mouth together hard. The kiss softened and become more passionate. The younger sucked the brunette's bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it and kissing the abused spot.
The older boy nestled between the smaller's knees and locked eyes with him, pulling back from the kiss. He sat up and loosened his tie, popping the buttons on his shirt. Colin pushed his hands away and continued where the brunette left off.
Seamus smiled and sat back on his heel, letting the smaller do as he pleased. The blonde pushed the shirt off the broad shoulders and grabbed the taller's tie, pulling him down into another kiss. The older boy began trying to undo the shorter's shirt.
"Damn shirt." Seamus growled when it wouldn't open. Colin chuckled at him and stiffened, gaping at the older boy when he ripped the material open, button scattering around the bed.
"I liked that shirt!" The younger pouted.
"Now you know how I felt." The brunette stated remembering his own shirt being cut off of him! Colin flushed and bit his lip.
"Forgot about that." The blonde mumbled giving the older a sheepish smile.
"Yea, I bet you did." The taller said smirking. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the pale ear. "How far do you want to go with me?"
"N-now?" Colin stuttered, eyes widening.
"Yes now." Seamus chuckled and shook his head, pressing a quick kiss to the younger's nose.
"I-I don't know . . ." he bit his lip and looked away suddenly feeling self-conscious. He placed his hands on the older's chest and pushed back. The brunette raised a brow but sat back anyways. "It's just, we haven't really seen each other in a while and well . . . I don't know!"
"You're nervous, worried and anxious?" The older offered with a small knowing smile. The small boy nodded and sat up, bringing his knees to his chest.
"I-I think maybe you should go to your dorm for the night." The blonde whispered. Seamus sighed and nodded.
"This is still about Nott and Ron isn't it?" the older asked pulling his shirt back on, leaving it undone.
"I-I don't know." He looked away and closed his eyes.
"Alright if you want or need anything, even just to talk, I'll be in my room. Dennis is back to his own since we know who had been hurting him." Seamus pulled open the curtain and left without another word. He thumped up the stairs and into his own dorm, walking over to his bed and growling before collapsing face down on it.
"You alright Shay?" Dean asked taking a seat at the foot of the brunette's bed. The younger just nodded and sighed. "Lemme guess, horny and rejected?"
"Damn right." The brunette hissed, shifting uncomfortably.
"Serves you right."
"Shut it Ron." Harry sighed leaning against Neville, their hands clasped together. The shy boy looked down and pressed his lips to the green eyed boy's neck.
"Calm yourself Harry." He whispered in the tanned ear. Seamus sighed and bit his lip.
"I'm heading to bed, night all." He closed the curtains and the others heard him mutter a silencing spell.
"Think he's wanking?" Dean asked smirking, Harry laughed.
"Probably, I know I would be wanking if someone was being a cock tease to me!" Ron stated smiling.
"You don't have a problem with Gays do you? Just Colin." Dean stated raising a brow.
"He's annoying and always has a camera in someone's face." The redhead pointed out.
"Yea but he hasn't since he's been with Shay now has he?" Neville asked, wrapping his arms tight around the drowsy boy."
"No I guess not." The Weasel said sighing.
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Seamus sighed and pulled his shirt back off followed by his tie. The brunette unclasped his bottoms and pulled them down with his boxers. Tonight was the real test to see if his bond had become outdated. The Gryffindor rolled onto his stomach and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep.