by CrimsonNoble
A/N: I's having hella comp problems. Forgive me. Delayed to hell. My
computer doth detest FF.N... And I'm skiving off my English to do this.
I don't like Mr. Wyckoff. And pay attention to the freaking warning.
Whoa-fuck. I uploaded the whole thing, and half the fuckin' chapter
shows. What?
Disclaimer: I make no claims toward ownership of Harry Potter. I do,
however, claim ownership of Ange. 'Cause they're mine.
WARNING: This is rated R for a reason. Should you choose to ignore
said reason, read at your own risk. Masochism, sadism, sensuality,
graphic violence, and harsh language. Possible male/male
relationships, and definite female/female. Quite probable threesome
relationship between any of the above. Ye hast been warned. Should
any of the above be objectionable to you, there is a back button on
your browser, a convienient hyperlink back to the main Harry Potter
section of the site, and a simple right-click will reveal an option
for "back", if your computer works like mine. Can't help mac users
there.
Spoilers: OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, SS.
Chapter 16:
Contestant entry, ????. January 18, 1122.
"What now?"
Raye sighed, resisted the urge to smack the man across the back of his
head, and instead kicked his ankle.
"She," she gestured toward Luna, "is joining up. I'll sponsor her.
Which one's next? Freearms? You lost the finalist in the non-weapons
anyway, so you need someone. I get moved up to the finals, she gets
to take the first round. Its not that hard, is it?"
The manager frowned. "What proof do I have of her skills?" he demanded
as if he really had a choice.
Raye arched an eyebrow. "My word." She responded, nearly purring in
contentment.
He ran his hand over his pale, shaven head. "Okay. Fine. What's she
use? And you?"
Raye flicked her hand toward her pupil, "A demonstration if you will?"
Luna lunged, her arm swinging in a wide arc. Half of the man's tie
fell away, and his fake-leather vest was suddenly sporting a new slit.
Luna pulled the sleeve of her dress jacket back, revealing the
contraption strapped to her arm. It was a double-edged blade, spring
mounted to a plate at her wrist. When her arm swung, the kinetic force
slammed the blade out, extending mere centimeters in front of her
fingers, and when she stopped, the spring forced the blade back into
the housing along the bottom of her forearm. The housing looked rather
plastic, because it was, and had a pair of latches, which could be
used to lock the blade out. There was no way to keep it in, after all,
Raye had desgined it. And her stance on safety mechanisms was, quoted,
'Screw that. You shouldn't need one if you're going to be carrying a
weapon anyway.'
While it was not the first of its kind Raye had seen, it was the first
one she had built. Some variants actually had catches, a problem that
had proved fatal twice, in front of Raye. She was positive that there
were more times than those she had been present for.
"Works for me," he responded, tapping the toe of one of his cowboy
boots--a vaguely reddish-brown color today--against the concrete floor.
He wore a pair of sunglasses, propped onto his forehead, revealing his
"shit-brown" (his own words) eyes. "And you?" He moved on to Raye.
And, immediately thereafter, found himself looking down the barrel of
a Desert Eagle .50 AE.
"Ah. That works for me too. You... do have that legally, right?"
Raye grinned. "Is the tourney legal?"
He shrugged. "Not so much."
The magnum vanished again, and Raye turned to walk away. "So why are
you worried someone's going to press charges? Come along Luna."
The girl followed vapidly, staring at Raye's back, it seemed, for lack
of anything better to do.
And wondering why the woman trusted her so much.
Contestant entry, ????. January 18, 1135.
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Nymphadora Tonks' Apartment, ????. January 18, 1224.
Raye pushed the door open, and then held it there, blocking the entry,
a curious look on her face. This was not something she was really used
to yet.
"Hi?" She asked carefully.
Tonks looked up, her hair a sort of aquamarine that almost made Raye
want to rip it out. It succeeded in making her want to find out if the
other woman had, once again, decided to change all of her hair.
The small problem of the girl outside the door reminded her that such
an expidition would have to wait. Unless Tonks didn't entirely mind
sharing.
Not something she was particularly eager to find out at the moment.
soon, yes, immediately, no.
"Where exactly have you been?" She demanded. Demanded! The irony of
the idea.
Yet, somehow, Raye managed to feel slightly... intimidated by the other
woman. So, yeah. Tonks was taller than her. No biggie. That could be
remedied. It wasn't like she had any emotional attachment to the
relationship, after all, everything boiled down to sex (and therefore
reproduction. She ignored that she didn't aid in this.), and that was
the basis of the relationship.
Nothing more.
"Registering Luna," she replied in her heavy Deutsch accent.
Carefully she stepped away from the door, careful to put neither more,
nor less distance between herself and her lover. Either could be seen
as agression or fear. She would not let the dynamics of the relationship
be questioned. She was not afraid of the metamorphamagus!
Okay. So it was possible that the woman could toss her around a bit.
Unlikely, that way of using the ability hadn't been thought of in...
Eons, at this point. Probably. Raye hated that she could never be as
versatile as the metamorphamagus. It was a constant reminder that while
she and hers were powerful... they were still outclassed.
Well, in some ways. Metamorphamagi were, for now, not used for wars.
She was.
Raye wondered briefly if she should teach the woman how to use her
ability.
And she missed the slight expression that slid across the face of the
target of her thoughts. Somewhere between jealousy and lust...
"And...?"
Raye rolled her eyes. She had no resposibility to this woman! She
wasn't exactly sure what stopped her from reminding her of the fact.
"Teaching. Everyone."
Luna entered quietly, trying to split her attention between the two,
and trying to figure out what was missing here. It was clear that
something was. It was like there was a table of the relationship, but
instead of having the minimum requirement of three legs, it only had
two...
Or maybe she was regurgitating the lectures on relationships she'd been
forced to suffer through from her father. The man was certainly a nice
person (remarkably unlike her new teacher, whom she already felt more
loyalty to. Not that that was a difficult thing to accomplish.), but
he was ever so overbearing.
She wondered what purpose he was going to serve. Raye had said as much,
and she had laughed as she did so. It wasn't anything unusal for her
to laugh, but...
Something about it seemed a little... perverted.
So enthralled in her thoughts was she that she missed a bit of the
conversation.
Raye looked at Luna, before looking back to the other woman, abruptly
cautiously horny. Interesting how both of them managed to arouse her,
especially in combination.
This would require investigation. Later.
"Luna." She purred, her voice deepened with lust. "Go prepare. Your
round is in eleven hours."
Her own was, happily, not for two days at best. A six round tournament, with
three tonight and tomorrow morning, three tomorrow eve and the morn of
the next day. Depending on how long it took the rounds to finish, of
course. There was no time limit, just death.
She didn't bother turning to watch the girl leave, she merely waited
for the door to close. It wasn't that she cared if Luna stayed, it was
that she preferred the first time with someone to be a one on one
session.
Not that she objected very strenously to it not being a one on one.
Perhaps it was a bit lucky that Luna hadn't learned that Raye didn't
particularly care if she disobeyed (and actually somewhat wanted her
to) yet.
Tonks had little time to object before Raye had pulled her off the
couch, gripping her jaw between her forefinger and thumb. Pressure
that was neither gentle, nor harsh, and definitely not tender.
Tonks frowned at the inspection, not so much upset at it, as upset at
her inability to reciprocate. She just wasn't physically strong enough
(at which a thought tried to wiggle at the back of her mind, and was
ignored). It was, she thought, pathetic that she could be manhandled
by someone shorter than she was. Of course, it was something she
regularly did to people taller than her, which only reinforced the
idea that she should be the one bending Raye to her will.
Not something that Raye would have been adverse to, but Tonks didn't
know that at the moment.
So, instead of resisting as Raye pushed her against the wall, she went
with it, igniting further frustration in the pale woman.
She wanted a hunt! Loki, get this woman some spine!.
Tonks whimpered into the woman's mouth as she felt the buttons on her
baby-blue blouse being undone, followed quickly by an impatient tug at
her jeans. She swiftly undid those, knowing Raye's tendency to rip
anything that got in her way, rather than sanely unbuttoning.
Sane was, after all, not a word she would use to describe Raye.
She protested feebly as the woman's almost chilled lips left her own,
and travelled lower, nipping with teeth that felt like they had been
filed into razor edges at her throat, managing somehow to not break
the tender flesh.
A possessive snarl curled across Raye's lips as her nimble fingers,
though inexperienced as they were at this particular piece of fabric,
finally undid the clasp to her lover's bra, though she let it remain
for the time being.
Tonks managed to arch her body away from the wall, just long enough to
let her blouse escape the pressure on it, and as soon as her hands
were free, began returning the favor of discarding clothing.
Nymphadora Tonks Apartment, ????. January 18, 1241.
mistik-elf13--bwuahahahahaha! Poor Sevvie, is all I'm going to say to
that. Pity the man.
Relle--erhm. Nice to know I got someone in character. Luna's cool. Threesome being somewhat way off in the future, and of
course, not imminent. A lot of room for growth here. Remember, to be
able to change something, for an Ange it must first be destroyed. Now,
think: Raye is female at the moment. Think of how much Raye's bone
structure has to change to allow that.
Wytil--Ah, yes. I remember those P&P fondly. Shadowrun was awesome,
but I haven't found anyone to play it with in years. Stupid dragons?
Umm... what now?
Cathy-Ann--If you'll notice, the rating system only goes up to 'R'.
And anyway, there's been no explicit sex. Just heavily implied kink.
And I don't know what's wrong with you if you object to kink.
Demon's Soul of Baer--I'm shaking my fist at you. I didn't realize I
had another review until I'd posted this chapter once. Grr! Anyway,
if you haven't pieced the clues together, Harry=Raye!