Rating: R
Warnings: Course language, Male/Male, Uncomfortable Situations, Sexual Situations, Anal, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Molestation, Auctioning, Oral Sex, Rape, PTSD, MPreg
Parings- DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE: Draco/Colin, Seamus/Colin (Colin/Seamus), Seamus/Dennis, Dennis/Tony (Tony/Dennis), Charlie/Sebastian (Sebastian/Charlie), Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
. . . Enjoy . . .
"Don't even think about it brat!" Moody growled at him. The smaller flipped him off and slipped into the window with expertise.
"Shit!" One of the others groaned. "Now we have to go and get him!"
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Tony looked around the study. He quietly headed to the door and grabbed the cold handle, twisting it and pulling the heavy object open. He glanced down the hall and smiled, slipping into it and pausing to think. He had been here once before, when Sebastian was first brought here. He turned right and walked quietly down the hall, glancing at the clock above a door as he went.
Fitz was out and would not be back for at least another half hour. He was always out at this time. Tony continued, listening carefully for any sound, anything that could be his brother. He heard grumbling and froze, slowly turning to a door. He walked over and blinked, noticing the key on the outside of it. He grabbed it off the wall, the other aurors appearing in the hallway. He pushed it into the lock and the grumbles stopped immediately. He twisted it and listened for the click.
Quietly the bleached blonde opened the door, the others with their wands raised. He pushed it open and stiffened. A sixteen year old boy sat with one hand chained to a pipe on the wall, a long section connecting it to his wrist. His blonde hair fell in slight curls to his shoulders, bright blue eyes glistening. His lips were full and bruises were visible on his cheeks, arms, chest and legs. He was in nothing but a raggedy old pair of boxers, dirt adorning his thin body and strange red smudges.
"Tony?" His voice rasped out. The younger felt pin prickles behind his eyes and Sebastian was across the room in seconds, the smaller running at him, arms wrapping around one another. Tony sobbed heavily whilst the older shushed him, rubbing his back and the back of his neck, his own eyes red with splotchy cheeks.
"I hate to break this up but we should get out now."
"Don't worry about it." Sebastian muttered with his eyes closed. "He's unconscious on the other side of the bed. I think he might be dead, there's quite a lot of blood." Tony pulled back and took another look at the red blotches. "Don't ok?" Bastian lifted his head up so he wasn't looking. "Let's just go alright?"
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Seamus glared dagger at the other, his wand digging painfully into his neck. The others crawled back out the window and froze eyes widening.
"Seamus!" Tony gasped taking a step towards him. Sebastian's eyes narrowed and he pulled him back, keeping his eyes locked with the tall, broad man behind Seamus.
"Valto what are you doing?" The older blonde asked carefully. The taller glared at him and Seamus flinched. This was pathetic. Valto was a muggle. He had no idea what the hell to do with a wand! But that could also be dangerous. Tonks raised her wand and started forwards, glaring at the taller. They watched the large man's lip tremble.
"Scared?" She asked amused.
"No you bloody, pompous arse!" He spat. "I'm Valto Fitz and that little snot killed my damn brother!" Sebastian cringed and looked away, making sure his brother stayed behind him.
"Just give the wand back to Mr. Finnigan sir and we won't injure you." She said sternly. "You're not someone that hurts others are you?" He shook his head, shoulders sagging and a sob falling from his lips.
"I-I promised Ma before she passed that I'd take care of him! I'd watch him for her and Pa." He dropped his arms and Seamus rubbed his neck, snatching his wand from the other and glaring daggers at him.
"That hurt you jerk!"
"Finnigan!" He scowled and walked over to the others. Tony stepped out from behind his brother and walked over to one of the brooms, picking it up and handing it to his brother.
"Do you still remember how to fly?" Bastian just raised his brow. "Right." He handed it to him and climbed on behind. The younger held his breath as instructions were being shouted about. Then his bro kicked off.
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"I'm really worried about them." Dennis muttered to his brother, pulling his knees up to his chest.
"I'm sure they're fine." Colin bit his lip, sitting in the same position. Both were in the living room on the couch. Apparently the others were to fly to one destination then floo back here. Green flames coloured the room and both shot up.
Tony stumbled out and coughed, a huge smile crossing Dennis' face. He rushed forwards and yanked him into a tight embrace. The smaller blushed and hesitantly hugged him back, relaxing into him and burying his nose in the pale neck.
Colin sat back down and waited nervously. About three minutes later, his brother and Tony currently flirting heavily, the fireplace went. He sat straight as a board and waited. Seamus stepped out and Colin tackled him.
"Oh! Well hello to you too!" He laughed and hugged the other back. The smaller reached up and yanked him down, attaching their mouths, arms wrapping around the thick neck as the older's slipped around his waist. "Mmm I like this greeting." He mumbled with a sly smirk. "Sebastian is at the Weasley's and I told them I'd take Tony there. I have a feeling Dennis will want to go and since I'm going you will too right?" The two blondes nodded
"Alright, Mr. Weasley knows this already so let's head out shall we?"
"What about Christmas Shay?" Colin asked quietly. "It's in two days."
"How about we figure that out when everyone is settled in alright?" Seamus suggested, tightening his arms around the dark blonde's waist, pressing their foreheads together and smiling brightly at him, fingers scratching the back of his neck. "Mmm" He pressed their lips together gently, moving his head to the side, kissing the pale cheek and pulling back. "We should head to the Weasley's house now though alright?"
"Can we cuddle there?" Colin asked quietly and the older gave him a soft smile. "Of course, I'd like that very much Colin."
"Can we cuddle?" Tony asked quietly, blushing deeply. Dennis beamed and nodded frantically. "Oh good!" He hugged the other tight, laughing happily.
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"Welcome!" Mrs. Weasley greeted, smiling gleefully at the four boys. Tony detached himself from Dennis and ran at his brother. Sebastian pulled him into a tight hug and smiled, rubbing his back.
"He hasn't moved since we brought him here!" Fred exclaimed.
"All he's done is lean against the wall and glare at us." George finished. Bastian shot him a dirty look and hugged his brother protectively to himself.
"C-can't Breath!"
"Sorry!" He let go and grabbed his arms, looking at him, checking to see if he was breathing. Tony raised a brow at his brother. "E-eurm I want you to m-meet my boyfriend . . ."
"You're what?" His eyes widened.
"Oh don't be that way!" Ginny sighed. "It's perfectly fine to be gay." Sebastian slowly turned to her and he . . . snorted followed by laughing, doubling over.
"Y-you think I'm m-mad because he said boyfriend?" He stood up snickering. He walked over and plopped a hand on her shoulder. "Love, I'm gay, why would I be mad if my brother likes cock?"
"Bastian!" Tony turned beat red and Dennis flushed behind him.
"Right so where's this boyfriend?" He sounded disapproving and stern. Tony walked over and linked fingers with Dennis. "That's it?"
"Hey!" Both yelled.
"No I mean, I was expecting someone . . . scarier . . . he's adorable! Like a pigmy puff!" Fred and George burst out laughing at the blonde's answer. Dennis blushed a deep red and grumbled, Tony turning around and hugging him.
"Alright boys, come on let's get you all settled in. Tonight Tony and Sebastian will be sharing Bill and Charlie's room until they come over tomorrow, we'll figure something else out then." Mrs. Weasley said. Tony frowned and hugged Dennis.
"I'll see you again soon alright?" The older said, tilting the small boy's head up and lightly brushing their lips together. Tony blushed and responded eagerly, the taller pulling back before it got too heated.
"Do you want anything before you go?" He asked quietly. Dennis smiled and gave him a chaste kiss.
"I'm good now." He winked; the smaller blushing furiously.
"Alright come on, off to bed, it's been a long day for you two." Mr. Weasley smiled. Tony walked back over to his big brother who wrapped an arm around him protectively as they were led off to their room for the night.
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Seamus sighed as he stepped back out from the chimney, Dennis had gone back home for the night and Colin stumbled out of the fireplace, bumping into the older. The brunette shushed him and quietly led him up the stairs to his room.
The smaller slipped in just as Seamus' mother stepped out of her room.
"How did it go love?" He jumped.
"Well mum." He smiled at her.
"Alright, have a good night's sleep Seamus."
"Will do." He slipped into his room and closed the door, locking it and casting a silencing charm. Colin was laying on his back on the twin bed in nothing but his boxers, a heavy blush spreading along his body. "Well hello to you too." He smirked and crawled onto the bed, the smaller sitting up onto his knees and attaching their mouths quickly. Seamus groaned and tilted his head upwards, hands reaching down his back and yanking his shirt up.
"Oh and Seamus . . ." His mother blinked and they froze, slowly pulling away and blushing. "Perhaps Colin should sleep in the guest room." She mumbled. The dark blonde frowned but nodded, sliding off the bed and grabbing his clothes.
"Hang on one sec." Seamus said. He grabbed one of his pillows, tilted the smaller's head up and gave him a chaste kiss. He handed the pillow over and Mrs. Finnigan gave a soft look when a brilliant smile spread across the petite boy's face.
He followed the older woman to the guest room and closed the door, sighing heavily and walking over to the bed, climbing under the sheets. He put the pillow down vertically and placed his head on it, tossing an arm over, breathing in the other's scent.
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Tony yawned and stretched, sitting up. His brother was sitting as well, watching him with a small smile. The younger returned the gesture and climbed out of bed, the older doing likewise. Both were in shirts and a pair of boxers. Slowly they opened the door and headed down.
"Good morning boys how did you sleep?" Mr. Weasley closed his newspaper and smiled at them.
"O-ok." Tony said smiling, Sebastian nodding in agreement. There were thumps and laughter, Fred and George toppling into the room.
"Is he here yet?" They both asked rather loudly, Ron running down behind with a huge smile.
"Not yet boys, he'll be here soon!" Their mother said with a sigh. The back door opened and the boys rushed to it.
"Oh it's only you." Hermione blinked and raised her brow.
"I love you guys too. Thanks." She rolled her eyes and squeezed past.
"There!" Ron yelled pointing. The three boys grinned and ran out and into the yard to tackle their brother. Sebastian was standing in a corner, forcing Tony to stay behind him.
"Bastian I'm fine, really, let me out please."
"No." He hissed, glaring at the others. The three boys came back in laughing, a muscular, rather freckly one following behind.
"Hello mum!"
"Oh Charlie!" She walked quickly forwards and grasped his cheeks. "Let me take a look at you!" He raised his brow and she turned his head around. "You're hair's getting too long again dear. Do you want me to cut it?"
"No!" he ducked out of her gasp and she glared at him. "Hey there dad, how are you these days?" He grinned at him.
"Quite Well son, and you?"
"Not too bad not too bad!"
"You don't have to hide dears none of us will bite you!" Molly said to the two blonde in the corner. Charlie turned and flashed them a toothy smile. Sebastian gave them a sceptical look and shook his head, smushing his brother further into the corner.
"OWAH! Let me out already!" Tony yelled in the taller's ear, receiving no response, not even a flinch. "Please! Before Dennis gets here! I don't want him to see me two-dimensional!" Bastian sighed and hesitantly moved away, the smaller taking a large gulp of air followed by punching his brother in the arm. "Jerk."
"Ow." He looked at his arm but did nothing about it. He leaned back into the corner by himself. Truth be told he was petrified. Last time he was in a room with this many people he was starkers and being auctioned off whilst the men groped him to see how adequate his bits were. He subconsciously slid to the floor and pulled his knees as tight to his chest as he could.
"Sold for 12,000!" A man's voice rang out. "Next we have a male Veela! He is ten years old, pure and has a feisty little temper!" Sebastian was shoved out and onto a stage, the only thing on his body being chains around his wrists connecting them together behind his back. "Bidding will start at 26,000"
Back and forth bids were shouted, higher and higher the price went. Some man walked over to him in order to convince the others to pay more. He stepped behind the blonde and reached down, a loud gasp falling from bruised plump lips.
"As you can see, for a boy of his age, he has quite the . . . talent . . . I suppose you could say." Sebastian shivered and whimpered, a tear slipping down his cheek as the man continued to fondle him. He shook his head frantically, a pant falling from his lips. His breathing doubled and the thin back arched, a loud confused cry leaving his lips. That was when the bids shot up to one million. He slumped and let out his first sob.
"Sebastian!" Tony was shaking the screaming boy as hard as he could, the others watching terrified. The older blonde jumped and his head shot up from his knees, tear streaks and smudges covering his cheeks. He looked around and quickly stood, running past the others and into the room he had slept in. He crawled under the blankets and allowed himself to weep. He never cried. In the six years since that day, no matter what the other man did to him or had him do, he refused to let a single tear actually fall.