Sorry It's so late guys!
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 . . .
"That's not what I meant when I said to do it backwards!" Charlie got up and placed his hand on the lean shoulder. "C'mon let's go." The minute they were out of sight the entire table broke out in a fit of laughter.
The redhead closed his bedroom door and sighed. Sebastian stood there with all his clothing on backwards and insideout.
"I don't understand what I did wrong mas-"
"Ah,ah,ah don't call me that! Please!" he rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked over, reaching down and grasping the bottom of the petite boy's shirt, thin arms raising automatically. He took the shirt off and fixed it. The smaller stepped away before he could slip it back on. "What now?" The smaller bit his lip and sat down, shucking his bottoms off.
"I-I'm helping." He said quietly.
"Oh alright." He walked over and the smaller lifted his arms, the shirt sliding back on. He stood up and Charlie grabbed the young boy's underwear, helping him step into it, repeating with the smaller's jeans which were a pair of Charlie's that Molly had shrunk down. "Ok let's get some food in you." He blinked when something was put in his hand. He looked down. "No! I am not putting a leash on you!" He tossed it to the bed and Sebastian walked over to it, fastening the collar and pressing the leash back into the taller's hand. "Fine! Fucken hell." He headed down the stairs, the younger's head bowed, and led him to the table. Ron who was in the middle of stuffing his face dropped his fork, the others staring too.
"He refused to come down without it!" he started eating as a way to tell the others he was done taking. He looked at the blonde and groaned. "Why won't you eat?"
"You didn't put anything on my plate." The smaller shifted. Charlie rolled his eyes and waved his wand, a serving of everything piling up on the petit boy's plate, blue eyes widening dramatically. "Eat as much of it as you want." The others continued eating, Ginny watching the guy, her age, examine the food in front.
"It's not poisoned you know." She stated. He blushed and dropped his head shoulders slumping, srating to lift his shir. Charlie quickly grabbed his hands.
"It's alright! Don't strip!" The others' eyes widened.
"Is he crazy?" Ron whispered loudly, Harry rolling his eyes.
"No my brother is not crazy! He's just not used to being treated so . . . nice." Dennis reached out and slipped his fingers between the younger's.
"Why are you different?" Ginny questioned. "You're both in the same situation aren't you?"
"Actually I stayed at the slave trade training grounds. I was brought here the day I was supposed to leave. I actually got to go to Hogwarts but my brother was auctioned off when he was ten." He locked eyes with said boys who shook his head no. "They did terrible things to him inorder to get the bidding extremely high and it still tends to give him nightmares." He pushed his plate away. "I'm not hungry anymore." He looked up. "And we always check our food, it's an automatic thing. After all if you were kept up with potions mixed in your foods trying to keep us undercontrol you'd be weary too." They looked at the smaller who was lifting bits of food and looking under it. He gave a huge grin and started eating and drinking quickly.
By the time he finished he had ate around the same amount of food as Ron and drank two cartons of liquid.
"I ah . . . I really need to use the loo." Charlie nodded and stood up, finishing a ways before the smaller.
"Why don't you give him a bath whilst you're up there?" Mr. Weasley suggested and Charlie made a face, feeling like a babysitter. He led him up the steps and pointed to the washroom, letting go of the collar.
"A-aren't you going to help?"
"With what?"
"baithing me?" He blinked and cursed.
"Fine." The smaller gave a bright smile and rushed in, jumping up and down. "What are you doing."
"I have to pee and I can't get them off!" He shouted pointing to his bottoms.
"Alright, alright, sit still." He dropped to his knees and undid the smaller's bottoms, turning away as he used the toilet and washed his hands. The young boy was rather small only being five feet even and around 70 pounds. The smaller started yanking his clothes off as Charlie started the water, getting the smaller to test the temperature. Charlie kept his eyes on the smaller's face and grabbed his hand, leading him to the tub.
"You have to get in first."
"Ok now that is where I draw the line!" Charlie ground out.
"B-b-but you're my master! You have to bathe with me!" He grabbed on tighter to the older who huffed.
"I'll be back in a minute." He left the room and Bastian obediently sat on the toilet and waited anxiously.
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"Bill! I need your help!" Charlie hissed, pulling him away from the others.
"What's wrong?" He looked at his troubled brother.
"He refuses to bathe unless I bathe with him!"
"Keep your boxers on. Like swimming." He suggested and Charlie blinked.
"That's actually a good idea . . . What if he want's me to wash him?"
"Teach him to wash himself. You're a dragon tamer Charlie, aren't you supposed to be good at problem solving?" He raised his brow amused.
"Sure but those are dragons! Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had to look after someone? You know when I moved out! I haven't since then! I don't know what to do!"
"Then wing it!" He lightly shoved his little brother towards the stairs and Charlie groaned, heading back up.
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"Alright." He closed the door.
"You'll bathe with me?" His face broke out in a brilliant smile and he rushed forwards, reaching to push the older's shirt up.
"Now what are you doing?" His voice raised a few octaves.
"I have to undress you!"
"Bloody hell."
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"Seamus? I'm home!" He jumped and locked eyes with the smaller. Colin shrugged and continued his task, the taller's eyes rolling. He reached down and grasp the blode locks. "Seamus?"
"S-s-stop Cols!" The smaller frowned and pulled back, the both of them trying to get dressed.
"Seamus?" the door opened and they froze eyes widening. Her mouth dropped and Seamus zipped his jeans up, the smaller doing likewise, both shirtless, covered in lovebites, flushed and hair standing on end. "I-I'll meet you downstairs." She squeeked, closing the door. Colin snorted and Seamus glared at him.
"It's not funny!"
"I know I know I'm sorry!" The older rolled his eyes and pulled the snickering boy into a heated kiss.
"Get your shirt on pipsqueak." He grumbled the other sticking his tongue out at him and yanking his top on. "This will be an interesting Christmas tomorrow won't it love?"
"Can I have a request for a present?"
"I already got yours but alright?" He raised his brow and the smaller walked over, placing his hands on the broad chest and lightly sucking on the brunette's neck, a goran reaching his ear, hands slipping onto his waist.
"I want to taste you tomorrow. No interruptions."
"Mmm I'm down for that." He winked and lifted his lover's chin, pressing their lips together.
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Tony laughed and squeeled and Dennis tickled him, the twins holding him down. Mrs. Weasley chuckles, knowing the small boy really needed a good laugh and some fun.
"Alright you guys let him breath at lest!" she cruckled and they let go, smiling. Tony was gasping for breath with a smile, hair dishevelled and shirt rising. Dennis blushed and the smaller sat up, crawling over and plopping his head in the olders lap, still trying to catch his breath. He couldn't wait until later that night. Maybe he'd get to share the room with Dennis!
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Charlie stared at the smaller like he had two heads. "I am very capable of undressing myself thank you!" He gently pushed the smaller away and stiffened when the blonde plopped down on the ground, head bowed. "What?"
"You do not desire me?" He whispered. The dragon tamer gaped and groaned.
"Of course not! You're a kid!" he stopped when he saw the smaller's shoulders shake. "Hey, hey come on now! Dammit don't cry! I don't know how to handle crying people!" He banged his head off the door. "Talk to me why the hell are you crying?"
"M-m-m-m-my m-mast-ster doesn-n't want me!" He let out a sob and Charlie stared at him. This was gonna be a long vacation.
"If I let you take my shirt off will you stop wailing?" The younger just shook his head. "Why not?"
"B-b-because you still w-w-wont want me!"
"Fucken hell!"
"CHARLIE!" His mother yelled from downstairs "WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!"
"YES MUM!" He rolled his eyes and sat on the toilet.
"Why do you want me to desire you so damn bad?"
"Because what good is a slave to his master if the slave repulses him?" he refused to look up.
"Ok I never said you repulsed me! I'm just not into little boys!"
"But you have to do what a master does!"
"I'm not your master!"
"Yes you are!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Stop arguing with me!" The smaller huffed but stopped. "Thank you. Now why are you so insistent on me being your master?"
"B-because I can feel it." He shifted and brought his knees to his chest.
"You can feel it?" He repeated in disbelief.
"You make me . . . tingly and I feel weird around you. And you smell really good too." Charlie's eyes widened and a small squeak slipped out.
"Oh gods you have a crush on me! You're sixteen! I'm twenty-six! I could be your . . . ok no I couldn't really be your dad but still!"
"I need to please you!" He looked down at the other and stiffened. White blonde hair, extremely blue eyes, highly valuable . . . oh fuck.
"Please tell me you are not a Veela!"
"Of course I am."
"Shit!" He started to pace. "BILL!" Moments later the door opened and he raised his brow.
"You're still dressed?"
"He's a Veela!"
"so?" He stepped in and closed the door, trying to ignore the naked boy on the bathroom floor.
"He said I make him tingly and shit!"
"I never said you made me shit." He gave the other a strange look and Bill doubled over laughing.
"Bill!" Charlie's slightly panicked voice came out.
"I'm sorry! It's funny!"
"This isn't a funny situation! I make him tingly and feel weird!"
"and you smell good." Sebastian helped out. Charlie closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Bill's laughter ceased and looked at the small guy.
"Fluer just arrived five minutes ago. I'll get her up here, wrap a towel around him, she's a bit . . . proper." Charlie nodded and summoned a towel, laying it on the small boy.
"Vat is going on! Vy are you dragging me Bill?" She stumbled into the room and froze. "Oh my."
"He's a Veela, sixteen, was in the slave trade, is convinced Charlie is his master and said he makes him tingly and feel weird."
"and he smell good!" Bastian added in smiling brightly. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.
"Vell congratulations Charles."
"Charlie." He grumbled out, correcting. She raised her brow.
"It appears he has decided you are 'is mate."