WARNING: QUITE GRAPHIC
Draco scrambled over a hill. Out of breath and damp from the cold and snow, he wished more than anything he had learned to apparate. If he, could he would go back home in less time than it took to blink. The light was fading fast. He wouldn't last long out here. A part of him wondered how long Greyback would keep him out here, running in terror. He already knew what he'd brought him out here to do. Draco shuddered at the thought of those clawed hands groping him. The cruel mouth and taunting tongue lashing at his neck. He grimaced and shook the thoughts away.
His heart sailed with relief as he spied a large hollowed out log. He could hide out of sight there. Darkness was quickly descending, making his evasion to Greyback much more difficult. For Greyback could both see in the dark, and track down prey with only a smell. Draco knew he couldn't risk Lumos out here. The second he did, he would call all evil creatures to him out here. Easy pickings.
As he approached the log, a human-like figure moving in the distance made his heart skip a beat. He went to dodge behind a tree. Then peered out. Something didn't look right to him. The figure patrolling…wasn't Greyback. What the hell? Draco thought. He shielded his body, trying to make himself small and camouflaged. Another figure, far closer appeared. It was a man, wearing a rogue looking trench coat. His eyes appeared to be looking right at him. Draco trembled, hunkering down further, hoping it was merely coincidence that he was looking over here.
A crunch on the snow and leaves behind him turned his head. He shot up off the ground and staggered back as two men approached him. No, not men. Werewolves. One of them gave a dark chuckle.
"Well what do we have here? A little chew toy for us?"
The other one grinned at that, advancing toward Draco.
"No!" He said, stepping back. He brandished his wand at them.
"No? No doesn't exist here. You've wandered into our territory. Now you're ours."
"Sectumsempra!" Draco shouted, pointing his wand at then one approaching. A ribbon of blood exploded from the werewolf, painting the snow red. He howled in pain and rage as he launched backwards a few feet. He struggled to get back up. His face a horrid mixture of fury and agony.
The other darted forward and grabbed Draco by the neck, piercing his claws into his skin. Draco half screamed and kicked out, trying to push him off. His hand twisted up, preparing another spell. The werewolf's hand seized his wrist, piercing his claws hard enough to bleed him. He dropped his wand.
"I will make you pay for that." He growled at Draco's ear.
Suddenly, a violent roar ripped through the air. The werewolf holding Draco turned his head in time to be capture in Greyback's huge maw. His fangs sank into the man's face, goring one of his eyes. Greyback's hands shredded the man's arms, tearing them away from Draco. Draco stumbled and fell backwards onto the ground. The bleeding werewolf on the ground whimpered in submission, averting his eyes from his pack leader. Draco's heart sank, despite the flicker of relief when Greyback emerged from the darkness to save him from these two. Greyback, with a violent twist of his neck, threw down the werewolf that had injured Draco. His hands cupped his destroyed eye, screaming into the ground.
"We caught this one wandering through our turf!" The other one said. More werewolves emerged from the gloom and the trees to witness the commotion. Men, women, all of them in various stages of disheveled and snarling at Draco.
Greyback growled, his fury rippling through the air. His eyes roved over them in warning. All the noise from the others ceased at once and they looked down.
"No. This one is mine. Only mine. If anybody so much as breathes on his skin, I will tear you open."
Greyback directed his focus onto Draco. There was no sick amusement in his eyes. There was no taunting smile upon his face. All of this was raw violence. Draco's body went limp, his heart pounded in his throat. Fresh blood coated his neck. Beckoning the wolf.
"No…" He whispered. Greyback reached him. "Please." He whispered. Greyback shoved him onto his back against the ground and covered him with his body. "Please don't." Draco's pleas went unanswered. Greyback growled in response at last. His clawed hand held Draco down against the cold ground, his shirt growing damp.
"Please no." Draco struggled to sit up. Surprisingly, Greyback offered no resistance to him. Draco moved to whisper in his ear. "Please. Please I-I-I-I beg of you. Do not do it to me-me here. Do not do it in front of them. Please I beg of you."
He couldn't see Greyback's face, but he heard him groan softly.
"Take me somewhere else. Take me somewhere private. Don't let them watch."
The werewolves surrounding them moved in closer for a better view. Their snickering, leering faces ready for a show. One that would hopefully never come.
"I will do whatever you want. Just please do not do it here."
Greyback pulled his face up to look Draco in the eyes.
"Whatever I want?" He repeated. The absence of twisted humor from his features and tone was deeply unnerving to Draco. And he still had dried gore on his face.
"I'll hold you to that." Greyback answered. With a tough grip, he grabbed Draco's arm. Together, they disapparated with an inaudible pop.
…
The new location was much warmer than the harsh winter landscape. Wooden floors and walls surrounded them. It was dark in here too; the only source of light were a few lit candles on a nearby table. Draco shivered, resisting the urge to pull off his wet clothing to warm and dry off. Though, he knew they would come off soon regardless if he wanted it or not. A pile of blankets sat within arm's reach. Pulling off his wet shirt, Draco snatched a blanket and wrapped it around himself, trying to warm up after racing through the woods with nothing more than his night clothes.
"Taking your clothes off already?" Greyback's voice came from behind him. He didn't turn to look. "If I'd known you were this eager, I would've taken you out of there sooner."
Draco gave a dry, humorless laugh.
"Don't be ridiculous. I harbor no desire for any of this."
Greyback gave a curious sound. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a chair, circling Draco who sat on the floor. He dared to meet Greyback's gaze. He held that dominating gaze for a while, silent. Still holding Draco's eye, Greyback began to slip his belt out of his trousers. Draco's eye twitched, but he held fast. The buttons to his pants went, and when he pulled out his arousal, Draco broke the gaze off with a flutter of his eyelids, staring at the floor.
Finally, Greyback laughed, a tinge of sardonic humor returning. He stalked across the strange place they were in and washed off the blood that had dried on his hands and face with a rag.
"This is all your fault you know." Greyback stated.
Draco choked.
"How? How the bloody hell is this my fault?"
"You failed your mission."
Draco fell silent at those words. There was no answer for it. He wrapped the blankets closer to his body. Sleep wanted to claim him, his eyes were tired and his body exhausted from the forest fiasco. Tonight was far from over, he knew this. This time, he couldn't fight his way out. He couldn't talk his way out. And he couldn't run away. His eyes closed as the foreboding footsteps returned, halting next to him.
"This has been delayed enough." Greyback said roughly. He knelt down beside Draco. His fingers grasping at the blanket, pulling it away. Draco gave in, letting the blanket fall away from him. With a push of his hand, Greyback put him down onto his back against the floor. Draco kept his eyes closed, waiting for it all to pass. That hulking man-beast crawled over him. Lips and teeth brushed his neck. A tongue trailed, taking its sweet time as it journeyed up his neck. A deep sniff came his ear.
"Open your eyes." He commanded.
Draco shook his head.
"Please don't."
"Yours words, Draco. You would do whatever I wanted so long as I didn't take you in front of my pack. Open your eyes."
Reluctantly, his silver blue eyes opened. Greyback's yellow wolf eyes bore into his. His cheeks tinged scarlet, shame painting his face as those claws nicked and cut his ribs. Draco grimaced and his eyes flicked away. Greyback chuckled.
"How the mighty have fallen haven't they?" He purred. His hands knocked Draco's knees apart. "Your kind has always hated us. It humors me to see you so violated and torn down. You and your family would've once spat at us. Now you lie beneath me, nothing more than a toy for my pleasure."
Draco closed his eyes again. His hands rested on Greyback's muscled arms, bracing himself. Even though he knew he could never physically hold him off. Greyback's teeth pricked his shoulder. Without warning, he clenched his jaw down, hard, sinking his fangs deep. Blood spurted and dripped onto the wooden floors. A whiny scream left Draco's mouth as he struggled. The beast's grip tightened on him, holding him down. His warm, wet tongue licked and sucked the blood from his fresh wound. The low, pleasured moan Greyback gave made Draco shiver.
He pulled away from the wound and kissed Draco, hard, smearing his own blood all over his mouth. Unable to remain still, Draco bucked his hips, trying to throw him off. He turned his head away. Unfortunately, doing so only made Greyback lick and bite at his ear. The sensation sent shivers down his spine as he arched and squirmed under him.
"You're mine." Greyback growled in his ear. "You belong to me."
Tears pricked the back of Draco's eyes. The words not welcome in his mind. He wanted to disagree. He wanted to say it was a lie. He was afraid of angering Greyback further. His display of dominance and aggression in the winter forest terrified him. Now that he'd become calmer and more in control of himself, Draco dared not to push the line.
"Tell me that you're mine." Greyback ordered, his voice hard. Draco's lip trembled as his mouth parted. He didn't want to say the words. He couldn't bear to submit completely to this vile monster. There was no choice. Nails touched his cheek. Then they bit into him and dragged down in a quick swipe. He flinched and gasped in pain. Blood pooled. His tongue licked the blood away. His arms pulled Draco in closer as he growled harder, with less patience.
"Tell me that you're mine, Draco."
"I'm yours." Draco surrendered. At the words, Greyback groaned, heavily aroused and pushed his hips between Draco's thighs.
"You're just a filthy play toy." Greyback whispered at his ear. Draco kept his eyes closed. The coppery scent of his blood filled the air, making him feel ill. The warmth in the house was too warm now. The hulking body of this beast pressed against him broke a line of sweat down his back and at his brow.
"I wish I could eat you." Greyback growled. "Over, and over and over again. I want to feel your flesh melting in my mouth. Rivers of your blood will drip from my tongue. I'll bury myself so deep inside you, you'll never be able to pry me out."
Draco shook his head, tears slipping from his closed eyes. Greyback's words hurt as much as his claws and fangs.
"You'll be my little whore forever." Greyback said into his neck. Again, he pierced Draco's skin easily with his fangs.
Draco screamed and cried out, trying to twist away. Greyback pinned him down. Then in a sudden change of plans, he hauled up Draco's forearm, gripping his fleshiest part. Viciously, he sank his teeth into his arm.
Draco screamed, a horrid pealing sound and he thrashed around.
"STOP!" He cried, yanking his arm away. Blood coated his arm, his chest and his face. Like a white canvas slashed with red paint. So beautiful. Greyback moaned. He pulled Draco's pants off, and then his own. Draco whimpered and tried to scamper backwards away. Greyback pounced him, holding his shoulders down. He collapsed his near total weight onto Draco. With his lips he plunged his tongue deep into his mouth, painting his mouth and tongue and lips with blood. His right claw he shoved hard into Draco's thigh and dragged down, ripping the flesh like it was tissue paper. Draco's screams echoed into Greyback's mouth, letting his taste his pain. He pulled out, staring down at his prey.
Surprisingly, Draco's eyes opened. A flicker of defiance through his tears made Greyback even harder.
"I hate you." Draco whispered harshly.
"Good." Greyback grinned, "makes this far more fun." He slapped a hand down on the side of Draco's ass. "You're getting too thin. Feels like I'm screwing a skeleton."
Draco clenched his jaw.
"I hope you die." He dared to grind out.
Greyback's eyes glinted dangerously. Then he smiled.
"When I do, I'll live in your nightmares forever." He spread Draco's legs far apart and prepared to enter him. Draco's fight renewed, trying to prevent it. The familiar sharp pain hit him and he arched his back, screaming through his clenched teeth. Greyback moaned loudly and shoved himself as deep as he could. Draco hissed in pain and bit his own long fingernails into Greyback's arms. A laugh tumbled out of him as Draco managed to draw blood.
"You're perfect for me." He pumped his hips. Draco cried and squirmed, sweat and blood mixing. The aroma of him intoxicated Greyback as he thrusted and growled. Draco reached up for Greyback's face, daring to scratch at him. The beast snarled and seized his wrists and slammed them down on the floor, hitting him even harder, their flesh slapping together rhythmically.
"You are the most fun person I've ever defiled." Greyback taunted him, knowing he'd hate it. Draco kept twisting his wrists around in his grip. That fine line along his jaw was still prominent, his teeth grinding in a beautiful blend of anger and pain. His bleeding cheek and streaked across his face, dripping into one of his eyes, giving him an almost menacing look.
"I like you best like this." He said. "I've killed the weak little rabbit. Rising up from its gored carcass is a wolf."
"Shut up." Draco snapped. Greyback surged forward and nicked his neck with a fang, tearing a piece of flesh off. Draco gave a short-lived shriek and his body jolted. Still at his neck, Greyback bruised him, claiming Draco as his with large, deep purple bruises up and down his neck.
"You're disgusting." Draco whispered. His body stopped fighting, but it was still as tense as a live wire.
"I'm glad you think so."
After a few minutes, Greyback's pounding grew more frantic. Draco trembled in apprehension. Knowing what was next.
"Don't." He warned.
"I will."
"Don't!"
"You have no power here." Greyback's labored voice wavered in his oncoming pleasure. With a groan and hard final push, he collapsed onto Draco, still holding his wrists. In a split second decision, Draco turned his head and snapped his teeth down on Greyback's ear, biting hard enough to cut the bottom nub off. Greyback roared in pain and plunged his fangs into Draco's untouched left shoulder. A wild scream tore out of Draco's throat and he kicked his legs on the wooden floor, writhing in agony. Greyback groaned, bucking his hips again and sinking his teeth even deeper, until a few chunks of skin came loose in his mouth.
Draco's body trembled in shock, watching Greyback's head rise up. Bits of his flesh and blood spilled out beside him. Unexpectedly, Greyback snickered, then it turned to a throaty laugh.
"You got me good, Draco."
The use of his name in this monster's mouth still rubbed him wrong.
"The next time we play; I'll have to gag you." He purred. "I'll bring some chains and ropes too."
"Curse you…" Draco whispered out. His labored breathing grew shaky. Blood spots floated across his eyes. He suddenly felt too light, like he was floating away. His head hit the floor and his eyes closed. Greyback sneered and withdrew, getting to his feet.
"Until next time."