Re: [NC-17, NON-CON] Boy's Dormitory 3 (Regulus, Cormac, Antonin, Gellert)

[Guest]

Regulus was shaking with fear, his knuckles white from clenching his fists so tightly. "NO! He wouldn't- he promised- fuck!- What did you do to him!?" he hissed, his eyes wide with fear and his lower lip trembling.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

"Oh, don't you worry, Regulus, he'll be fine - most likely. For now, though, he should be left alone. See, he's just some blood, some shame, and a pile of flesh and bones in a heap on the floor."

[Guest]

"NO! YOU- YOU SICK- YOU EVIL BASTARD- NO!" he screamed, punching the nearest wall as hard as he could, trembling so much he could hardly keep on his feet as he whirled around, running for the door to find Viktor.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

"Oh I don't think so," said Gellert, lightly, drawing his wand and pointing it at the door, sealing it before Regulus could reach it. "You can stay here with me," he says, patting the bed next to him, "Heart to heart, maybe?"

[Guest]

Regulus whipped his head around to look at Gellert, his expression livid. "I don't think so. I think I'm going to go help Viktor. NOW," he said in a terrified voice, trying to turn the handle, to unlock it with his wand, but to no avail. He slowly turned around and looked at the other man, a sickening comprehension dawning on him as he realized what Gellert had in mind. "NO! NO! No... No, no, no, please, let me go," he begged, his voice falling from a shout to a whisper. "Please, Gellert. Let me go. He needs me," he pleaded, all color drained from his face.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

"I don't think so, Regulus. I don't think he needs your help, and honestly, if he did, there is probably nothing - absolutely nothing - that you could do for him. It's my mercy that matters right now, I didn't kill him - and the both of you are lucky about that," he said, his voice velvety, soft, "So if I were you, I would get away from the door and come over here, unless, of course, you want me to change my mind," he said, his eyes darting from Regulus to his own hand where he twirled his wand around in his fingers.

[Guest]

Regulus gasped and stared at Gellert, utterly horrified, devastatingly mortified. I can't just- just go to him- but Viktor- his mercy- what am I supposed to do?! Fuck- fuck- help me, somebody help me- no, I have no choice, he'll hurt Viktor, he'll hurt both of us- he has hurt both of us- but his thoughts were interupted by Gellert's stony gaze, and Regulus felt his arms drop to his side as he looked at him in defeat, knowing he had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide- not unless he wanted to sacrifice Viktor. His head bowed low, he took a small step towards Gellert, his face pallid and wrought with fear. "Please," he whispered, knowing it was useless, completely and utterly pointless, "Please don't hurt him."

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

"You know," Gellert mused, his eyes undressing Regulus as they moved seductively down his body, "Power is an interesting thing, isn't it? Most people long for it, spend forever trying to get it, and the majority never do. I have power, Regulus, and now I'm giving it to you. His life," he said, lightly, as if they were merely conversing about something as petty as a purple, "is in your power. Keep that in mind," he tells him, taking a step forward, then another, and one more until they were face to face. He raises his eyebrows, as if curious. "Kiss me?" he asked, an evil glint in his icy eyes.

[Guest]

Regulus bit down hard on his own tongue to keep from screaming, from running away, from trying to escape- he knew that Gellert wasn't bluffing. He'd told him before, months ago, how he'd killed a girl, and felt no remorse. He loathed Viktor, with a burning passion- this wasn't a game, this was real, and it terrified him. He didn't want this bet, he didn't want this game, he didn't want this power, all he wanted was Viktor, to run away to him, for him to be safe, for them both to be okay, but he wasn't here, and it wasn't okay, and Gellert was inches away from him, and issuing a command. A command Regulus could not disobey, and so he leaned in, utterly disgusted with Gellert, but even more so with himself, as he pressed his lips lightly to the other man's, his eyes shut tight, praying to Djinn this would all be over quickly.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert smirked into Regulus' lips - those lies he had told about power, who was he kidding - the power was all his, and it was wonderful, simply wonderful, to be able to wield that - fearful, hateful kisses were ever so different from lustful, frenzied ones, but there was something incredibly erotic about hearing Regulus' heart beat faster and faster, about watching him suffer. Gellert leaned into the kiss, slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth and sliding his hands onto his back. His mouth moved to the other man's neck, his lips pressing against it, hot breath making the little hairs stand on end. "Tell me now," he breathed, "what do you want, Regulus? And keep in mind, there is a right answer, and a wrong one."

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

[ARGHHH]

[Narcissa Black]

[I FEEL YOUR PAIN, JOEL. POOR REG! RACHEL IS A PERFECT GELLERT. LIKE WOAH. AND THIS IS SO HORRIBLE, BUT SO WELL WRITTEN! D: *dies*]

[Guest]

Regulus whimpered as the other man forced his way into his mouth, trying with whatever semblance of strength he had left to hold back his cries of protest- an increasingly difficult task as he felt the soft lips on his neck, the sickeningly casual voice reverbrating in his mind. "I want..." he whispered, his words fading into nothingness as he searched frantically for the right response. I want to run. I want to scream. I want to find him, to help him, to tell him I love him, for him to be okay. I want to escape, I want him to find me, to help me, to save me, to hurt you, to get rid of you, to make you feel the pain you've caused us both. Regulus looked at Gellert, his eyes filled with loathing and revulsion, and cautiously tilted the other man's chin up to meet his own subservient gaze. "I want you. I want to please you. I want to give you whatever it is you want from me. I want to pleasure you, to satisfy you, to provide you with everything I have to offer. I want you," he murmured as the blue eyes met silver, as his lips met Gellert's.

[Guest]

[RACHEL SHOULD POST HERE LIKE ANYTIME NOW]

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert didn't believe him, not for one moment. He could see right through Regulus, in fact, since he was young he had been cursed with correct judgements, and at times it seemed as if he could understand everybody around him - except himself. Even now, he wasn't sure exactly what he himself wanted - yes kisses, yes pleasure, yes pain - but was it for his own gain, Regulus' loss, or some twisted sort of proving something? And did it matter anyway? A voice in the back of his head said it did, but it was pushed aside, silenced, by the touch of Regulus' lips, which lead to the touch of his back, Gellert found his fingers grasping the bottom of the other man's shirt and pulling it off, his hands threateningly caressing his chest. "So prove it," he whispers, his nails digging into the pale flesh of Regulus' stomach.

[Guest]

Regulus bit down on his own bottom lip, running his tongue over the scab that had formed when he'd bitten it too hard last time. He looked at Gellert and kissed him again softly on the lips, showing his silent acception of fate and the task before him as he placed two trembling hands on Gellert's shoulders, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his fingers making their way to the top of Gellert's shirt and unbuttoning it slowly. He slid it off of the other man, letting it fall to the floor as he met Gellert's eyes again, his own face wrought with hatred and trepidation as he pushed him downwards onto the bed and climbed on top of him, pcrressing down on his chest and crushing his lips against the other man's neck. He began with a tender kiss, then parted his lips, tasting the skin with the tip of his tongue, then sucking tentatively at the sweet flesh, his fingers trailing along the man's torso, down across his chest and lingering on his navel. "How?" he asked in a small voice. "What is it that you want from me?"

[sorry this took so long but after reading that sirius/harry fic i had to cleanse my mind long enough to write this]

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert held his breath as he felt Regulus' touch on his own flesh, it sent tingles up his spine, his mind getting fuzzier - he was strangely excited - an entirely new experience - like trying out a new sex position. He pressed his lips once more onto Regulus', tauntingly, just to prove that he could, and, pulling away, he makes sure that Regulus sees the expression on his face, smug and slightly devilish. "I want you to please me," he says, challenge in his voice, "and I want you to mean it. Suck me," he says, letting no uncertainty into his voice or composure, but not entirely sure what his response would be - but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes, and he was a coward, that was true, but his body was delicate and his hands were skilled and his tongue was graceful, and all Gellert wanted was to feel that body against him, those hands all over him, that tongue upon him.

[IM SORRY I LOVE YOU.]

[Guest]

Regulus looked at Gellert; the arrogant, cocky smile of a man who knows he's already won IS plastered on his face as he issues his command. His words resound in that cold and silky voice that had before seemed so impossibly seductive, but now simply brought a sour taste to Regulus' mouth, the mouth that slowly made its way downwards, his lips parted slightly to allow his tongue to slip out, licking its way down Gellert's stomach and pausing at the top of his jeans, trying not to think about the reality of the moment- this was not happening, this was not real, this was all a horrible dream- he replayed the words in his head, over, and over, and over again as he swirled his tongue around the button of Gellert's jeans before using his teeth to undo it, the clamping down on the zipper and dragging it downwards. He placed his hands on Gellert's hips, clutching the jeans and pulling them downwards as he lay his body down on Gellert's, slowly edging downwards as he removed the man's boxers as well, revealing his throbbing erection. What had once seemed so perfectly desirable now filled him with revulsion, and he shut his eyes tightly as he leaned downwards, letting his lips graze the tip of Gellert's cock. Viktor, I am sorry. I am so sorry. But I have to do this, for you. He let his tongue emerge again, sliding it around the tip and lapping up the sweet yet tangy droplets of pre-cum before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the head, wetting him slightly with a swirl of his tongue, then pulling away for the briefest second to look up at Gellert's face. "Yes, my master," he whispered, then opened his mouth again, plunging down on his pulsating member.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Regulus' tongue was heavenly on Gellert's cock, but it was somehow different than he had remembered - perhaps it was a malfunction of time, perhaps it was an effect of power, and perhaps it was just that Gellert knew something was different. It didn't matter though, did it? It was his tongue on his shaft, anyway, it was pleasure - release - the same thing, the smell of sex, the heat of lust, the stench of power, of victory, of vengeance, the metallicness, almost tangibility of fear, and Gellert was determined to thoroughly enjoy all of it. He watched through half-shut lids as his erection began to disappear into the other man's mouth, brought his hands to his pale shoulders - watched the other cringe; it was as if their every touch disgusted him, yet there had to be something there - some arousal, yes, he could see it at Regulus' crotch - he smirked, clicking his tongue stud against the roof of his mouth. "Yes," he said, coldly, "tonight you will refer to me as master, or sir - we wouldn't want you to grow too high in your own esteem." He closed his eyes, ridding his mind of what little emotion it carried, and focusing only on the feel of lips to cock, tongue to member, flesh to flesh.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

[PRABHA NO LONGER HAS THE RIGHT TO TELL ME THAT I TAKE TOO LONG TO POST.]

[Guest]

[i have been sick in bed all day with a fever. you can kiss my ass.]

Regulus winced as Gellert placed his hands on his bare shoulders, revolted by the other man whom he had once found so attractive, so seductive. The revulsion he felt extended to himself as well as his tongue glided around the other man's shaft, sucking forcefully at the man's hardness as he realized how much this same act had turned him on that night in the alley, when now all he wanted to do was vomit. But he couldn't, he couldn't stop, he needed him, he needed him to feel pleasure, to be satisfied, or else Viktor- no, don't think of that, you'll get through this, and he'll leave him alone, and you'll be safe, and Viktor won't be hurt- but Viktor, he was lying in the corridor- let me go to him, please... Regulus flicked the head with his tongue, then plunged downward again, finally taking in the man's entire length, desperate to bring him to a climax of such intense pleasure, out of fear he wouldn't be enough, and Gellert would want more- and Regulus wouldn't be able to provide enough to satisfy him, and he wouldn't set him free, he wouldn't let him go, and Viktor would be alone. No, he couldn't let that happen, and so he sucked fervently at the other man, his mouth enveloping him in his entirety, his tongue slithering around him, his teeth, slowly and gently dragging along his shaft the way he'd done that night, that had made the other man make the sounds he'd found impossibly sensual, simply oozing with lust.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert felt his breath catch in his throat - Regulus was coming down at him with such fervor, such need that he had never seen before - and although Gellert knew it was need of escape rather than need of climax, but when Gellert closed his eyes it didn't matter, for then he couldn't see the fear and pain in the other, he could feel no guilt, he could see no truth, there would be only flesh, mouth, and cock - only pain, only pleasure. In essence, there was no difference between this and the other times, none of it had meant anything, had sparked no feeling besides for release, relief, necessity - and this, when he told himself it was the same, well, it became the same, for there was no need to believe anything different. And so Gellert opened his eyes but he did not really see, opened his mouth, let out a soft moan, his hands finding Regulus' hair, his graceful fingers knotting themselves into the sweaty black locks, forcing his head down - thrusting into the other man's mouth, vengeance, pleasure, pain, and denial playing their respective parts in the lust-filled air.

[Guest]

Regulus eyes widened as the other man entangled his fingers in his hair, forcing his head downwards to take him in fully again, gagging him as he gasped for breath, blinking back tears. He couldn't afford to cry, no, Gellert would only be angered by that in all likelihood, and so he clenched his fists for a brief moment, then brought one hand up to wrap itself around the man's cock, adding swift strokes with his hand as the the man bucked into his mouth. Regulus' whole body shuddered as Gellert's moan broke through the white noise of his heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed, encouraging him to suck with more ardor than before, desperate to bring the man the deepest pleasure he could provide. His right hand continued to massage him with steady movements, rough and slightly forceful, but not inarticulate, as his other hand slowly made its way up his inner thigh, his fingers tickling the crease between his thigh and his pelvis, his mouth drawing away from him and his lips pressing themselves against the tip of his cock before parting once more and encompassing him wholly.

[Gellert Grindelwald Inact]

Gellert looked down at Regulus through his eyelashes, and immediately regretted it - suddenly, he realized exactly what he would do - he would take this pleasure, let the other man finish him now, and then bring him to a body-racking orgasm as well. Yes, something like that would entail proof of enjoyment, something which Gellert was determined to prove - a gasp - interrupted his thoughts - cut off his sentences - it had escaped from his own mouth, though, tingles, arrows shooting through his shaft, up his spine, emerging, as sounds, through his lips. It was a wonder the way that bodies worked, the way the blood pumped - blood - Gellert dug his nails into the pale skin on Regulus' neck, just enough to spill a few silver drops - it was fitting, then, that pain had the reward of precious metal. His cock fully in Regulus' mouth, Gellert through his head back, his messy hair splaying onto his sweaty shoulders, his hips slamming against unassuming cheekbones, which were suddenly filled with liquid - Gellert came with a strangled moan and a shudder, delicate features contorted as if frozen in time, and he could hardly control his movements, but still, clawing at Regulus' neck as he exploded, he screamed, "Swallow!" before he had to close his eyes, and his screams were no longer coherent at all.

[Guest]

Regulus obeyed, swallowing voraciously as the silver blood dripped down his neck from where Gellert's nails had pierced his skin, the sweet cum in his mouth and the man's delirious screaming bringing him relief, knowing he'd played his part well, that he hadn't failed, as he'd feared. He slid his tongue around the man's shaft, lapping away at him until he'd licked away every last drop, before finally allowing himself to pull away from his cock. He pulled himself upwards, laying his body on top of Gellert's and pressed his lips to the other's mouth, placing his hands on his sweaty chest and kissing him deeply. He could feel the man's heartbeat against the palms of his hands, pounding furiously but steadily losing speed as it returned to a normal pace. Please, please let that have been enough for him, he thought, tugging lightly on the man's lower lip, awaiting his command.

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