Blurry Lines: A Collection of Drabbles
Written by: Slice

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" Curiosity is a lust of the mind. "
-Thomas Hobbes

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Lustful

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It's a sin he knows. This feeling that fills him up, that he just can't seem to break the grasp of and that places his feet, one in front of the other, regardless.

Curiosity is a lust of the mind, after all, and lust is a sin.

It's curiosity that won't let him stop, to jerk his hand back and turn around and run back to his bed and dive between the curtains to cower beneath his duvet. It's this fuzzy, insatiable, unstoppable curiosity.

The same emotion that got him in trouble so much at home, for asking questions and for looking at things and trying things and discovering even when the Dursley's punished him to hell and back to hell.

It had always been Hell in that place.

And you'd think that he'd come to realize that maybe, just maybe the reason why he was in Hell was because he sinned. He was a sinful, sinful little boy with his lustful mind. But he couldn't help it so he didn't think about it. Just let his mind's hunger take over and pray he could hold up under the onslaught his trouble would cause him.

But he wasn't sure he could hold up under the consequences of this and for once he wished, prayed, hoped, almost opened his mouth and screamed, that he would just stop could just leave it be, let it lie but he couldn't and that's why his hand, slim and shaking and calloused, touched the back of his best mate and stoked.

Why his long fingers trailed down the freckled pale canvas framed by rich blood red sheets and inky darkness.

The boy with firesilk hair stiffened under his curious, teasing hand, tracing curves and dips and bumps.

Ron turned around, onto his back, agonizingly slowly like how those silly chits in the stupid horror movies Dudley always used to watch would.

Harry's hand never moved.

Bright blue eyes were wide and shocked in the strong, red-splashed face looking into equally bright, curious and frightened and wary emerald eyes.

Curiosity killed the cat he knew.

And then Ron gasped, body arching up into the silly fingers that found had their way, without Harry noticing, to Ron's nipple and plucked and twisted. Harry watched, awed and thirsting for more, wanting to see what would happen if he tried other things to this strong, large, supple body laid out before him.

His fear left him as the bright haired boy reached up and grasped the back of his head, pulling him down into a greedy, sucking mouth and he was consumed completely and purely by lust.

And now he knows he's double damned and he can't help the half-hysterical giggle that trickles from his throat making the other boy growl and pull him against the mattress, push him down, hold him down and try with all his might to sink beneath his skin, into him, all over him.

It's what most people forget, that Harry also knows, that Harry's known for years.

That though curiosity may have killed the cat, satisfaction always brought it back.

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Satisfaction -
1a) the payment through penance of the temporal punishment incurred by a sin
2a) fulfillment of a need or want

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