Untouchable as the Aurora Borealis
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Untouchable as the Aurora Borealis
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 622
Rating: R/NC-17ish something
Pairing: Neville/Bella, Harry/Tom, Severus
Warnings: darkness, dub-con, voyeurism, Dementor sex (not graphic)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: A teenyfic written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
nekochan23 at the request of sassy_cissa and with the help of the girls in slashchat.
Severus bends over the cauldron, fume-slick hair parting to let him watch the room. Two Dementors skulk in the corner, locked in a slow, motionless embrace, and their hoods flutter and move without any breeze. There's no end of obscenities in his Lord's court.
Tom sprawls on the throne, his youthful face restored and his magic crackling around him like the aurora borealis, cold and untouchable. Potter lounges on his lap, pressing kisses to his jaw and feeding him berries, mouth to mouth. Like fireflies or flash lightning, Tom's magic is reflected by his glasses, soft hues like the swirl of the aurora shining down on his full lips. He wins a smile and kiss from Tom, and the subdued flare of his magic joins the lightshow.
Longbottom sits at the foot of the throne, his head resting against Potter's knee – a pet kept on the sufferance of another pet, and intent on dreaming his fate away. He's half-dazed with drugs and cheap wine, his lips stained dark red and his fingers fumbling with the empty green bottle.
Bella, shrouded in black veils and black pearls, stirs and leaves her husband's corpse when the bottle shatters, destroyed in the flare of magic. Her hips swaying, her skirts billowing, she stalks over to kneel by Longbottom, tilting his chin up with one finger. With a spell, mirror-bright against her widow's weeds, she flashes the drug and drink from his body.
"Neville, sweet Neville," she says with a lilting croon, "won't you be mine?"
He shakes and looks up at Potter – blissed-out, oblivious, moaning Potter, his fingers twined with Tom's and his mouth full of Tom's cock – and then he turns away, turns back to Bella. He takes her hand and his fingers do not shake when he kisses it.
"Mistress," he says.
She pulls him from the room, whispering in his ear, and Tom and Potter fall from their throne, entwined in their passion and struggle. Potter's leg spasms, kicking over the last bottle, and wine spills on the floor like dark blood. It soaks into his back while Tom fucks him, and his face is upturned in ecstasy as he leaves dark handprints on Tom's back.
Severus watches them, and the pain of his lip caught between his teeth is enough to ground him from the cauldron's fumes. Free from temptation, free from the tangle of a lover's demands, he reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers, stroking himself in rhythm with their thrusts.
He smiles when they stiffen with release, magic like a firestorm blazing around them, and he throws another handful of oysters into the cauldron, wafting the fumes throughout the room. Slime slips from his fingers as the oysters fall into the cauldron, the fumes turning odorless and the potion turning clear.
A translucent, shimmering pink hue, as untouchable as the aurora borealis, appears as the oysters dissolve, and Severus opens his trousers, stroking himself as Potter pounces on Tom again.
Potter pushes Tom onto his back in the puddle of wine and rides his cock, swallowing his moans. Tom claws bright red stripes down Potter's bare chest, parallel lines from neck to navel. They come together, with a flare of light haloing them, and Severus's own moans are swallowed up in the crackle of their magic.
The whisper of the Dementors in their corner, the cold lump of Lestrange's corpse on the floor, the thuds and screams echoing from Bella and Longbottom in the next room, and the Dark Lord and his toy cavorting in a puddle of cheap wine – Severus fastens his trousers, licking his hand clean. The potion simmers as the aurora from their joining fades away, and the potion's fumes linger in the room.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 622
Rating: R/NC-17ish something
Pairing: Neville/Bella, Harry/Tom, Severus
Warnings: darkness, dub-con, voyeurism, Dementor sex (not graphic)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: A teenyfic written for
nekochan23 at the request of sassy_cissa and with the help of the girls in slashchat. Severus bends over the cauldron, fume-slick hair parting to let him watch the room. Two Dementors skulk in the corner, locked in a slow, motionless embrace, and their hoods flutter and move without any breeze. There's no end of obscenities in his Lord's court.
Tom sprawls on the throne, his youthful face restored and his magic crackling around him like the aurora borealis, cold and untouchable. Potter lounges on his lap, pressing kisses to his jaw and feeding him berries, mouth to mouth. Like fireflies or flash lightning, Tom's magic is reflected by his glasses, soft hues like the swirl of the aurora shining down on his full lips. He wins a smile and kiss from Tom, and the subdued flare of his magic joins the lightshow.
Longbottom sits at the foot of the throne, his head resting against Potter's knee – a pet kept on the sufferance of another pet, and intent on dreaming his fate away. He's half-dazed with drugs and cheap wine, his lips stained dark red and his fingers fumbling with the empty green bottle.
Bella, shrouded in black veils and black pearls, stirs and leaves her husband's corpse when the bottle shatters, destroyed in the flare of magic. Her hips swaying, her skirts billowing, she stalks over to kneel by Longbottom, tilting his chin up with one finger. With a spell, mirror-bright against her widow's weeds, she flashes the drug and drink from his body.
"Neville, sweet Neville," she says with a lilting croon, "won't you be mine?"
He shakes and looks up at Potter – blissed-out, oblivious, moaning Potter, his fingers twined with Tom's and his mouth full of Tom's cock – and then he turns away, turns back to Bella. He takes her hand and his fingers do not shake when he kisses it.
"Mistress," he says.
She pulls him from the room, whispering in his ear, and Tom and Potter fall from their throne, entwined in their passion and struggle. Potter's leg spasms, kicking over the last bottle, and wine spills on the floor like dark blood. It soaks into his back while Tom fucks him, and his face is upturned in ecstasy as he leaves dark handprints on Tom's back.
Severus watches them, and the pain of his lip caught between his teeth is enough to ground him from the cauldron's fumes. Free from temptation, free from the tangle of a lover's demands, he reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers, stroking himself in rhythm with their thrusts.
He smiles when they stiffen with release, magic like a firestorm blazing around them, and he throws another handful of oysters into the cauldron, wafting the fumes throughout the room. Slime slips from his fingers as the oysters fall into the cauldron, the fumes turning odorless and the potion turning clear.
A translucent, shimmering pink hue, as untouchable as the aurora borealis, appears as the oysters dissolve, and Severus opens his trousers, stroking himself as Potter pounces on Tom again.
Potter pushes Tom onto his back in the puddle of wine and rides his cock, swallowing his moans. Tom claws bright red stripes down Potter's bare chest, parallel lines from neck to navel. They come together, with a flare of light haloing them, and Severus's own moans are swallowed up in the crackle of their magic.
The whisper of the Dementors in their corner, the cold lump of Lestrange's corpse on the floor, the thuds and screams echoing from Bella and Longbottom in the next room, and the Dark Lord and his toy cavorting in a puddle of cheap wine – Severus fastens his trousers, licking his hand clean. The potion simmers as the aurora from their joining fades away, and the potion's fumes linger in the room.
