hpkinkfest | Fic: all chance of valor (hp/dm, others/dm, nc-17)

Title: all chance of valor (has gone)
Author:

iniq
Prompt Number: #439 submitted by

lokifan
Kink Showcased: arousal based on the rape of an unconsenting person
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): HP/DM,
Summary: Harry loves Draco. His fantasy might get in the way of Draco loving him back, though.
Warnings: non-con
Word Count: ~3.480
Author's Notes: I borrowed from

lokifan's prompts #440 (Harry/Draco/Ron, the viewpoint of the one who gets off on the rape by watching, and the victim begging for their help and being denied) and #435 (someone gets fucked while they're asleep and wake up) to put this together. Happy Birthday! :)

All Chance of Valor (Has Gone)

At first, it was just a fantasy.

When Harry fucked Draco, he liked to watch his dick spread his boy's hole. He liked seeing his fat cock push inside, see the skin strain to take his dick. The way Draco clenched his fingers in the bedsheets when the head went in and the relief visible in his face when the thickest part was in. When Draco was close to orgasm, when he wasn't really aware of what was going on, Harry liked to pull out completely and thrust just the head in and out. He would pull out and watch the hole strain to let go only to push back in a moment later, making Draco whimper so beautifully. Harry always prepared Draco well and made sure he didn't hurt him, but what if he did? His mind clung to that thought. What if Draco didn't enjoy it? What if Harry were to prepare him less and still stretched him like that?

Then, it became necessary for him to think of that when they had sex. His fantasy encroached on reality. He stopped preparing Draco, telling him that the daily sex was enough and that he had read his nails could actually do more damage than if he just fucked inside with his dick. It was true, he had read that. He had just always had Draco's comfort in mind before, knowing he could repair any tears quickly and painlessly with his magic. Now, it was becoming an obsession, knowing that he caused Draco pain and that Draco didn't enjoy it. He wanted Draco to ask him to prepare him better before sex. He wanted Draco to beg him to be more careful, but Draco never did. This went even further when one night Draco said he was too tired to get it up, but Harry convinced him to spread his legs anyway. That was a turning point. Draco didn't want it, but he let Harry do it to him.

After that, Harry tried to get sex whenever Draco was stressed or uncomfortable. The need to fulfill his fantasy became more and more urgent. When it wasn't enough anymore to talk Draco into having sex, he convinced Draco to give him a blowjob in a public bathroom. When that worked and Draco sank to his knees, even though he was clearly disgusted, Harry thought of other, even more humiliating places he could fuck Draco.

He imagined the resistance he would get if he asked Draco to bend over the teacher's desk in his classroom. He imagined Draco would be very unwilling to give up that last place he was holding power in to Harry. It would be beautiful.

* * *

"Hey," Harry would greet him, casually leaning in the doorway. Draco would look up in surprise. He would push the scrolls he has been organizing to the side and after looking at the clock, he would frown and ask, "Harry, what are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you I love you," Harry would say and, leaving the door open, he would walk over to where Draco is sitting. It would be perfect. He would pull the chair back and Draco would stand up, indignant and maybe feeling intruded on, because the classroom is his and he is usually the authority person in it. But not when Harry would be there. No, when Harry is with him, Draco slips away and lets Harry take over.

Harry would push Draco over the desk until his hips would hit the wood and bruise. Harry would look at the door the same moment Draco does, and he would fist his hand in Draco's hair and pull his head back to expose his throat. Draco would resist, because he doesn't want to get caught, but Harry is stronger and he puts his mouth to Draco's neck and bites down. It would be beautiful, to see his teeth marks imprinted in the white flesh.

Draco would then wriggle and say something. "No, Harry, don't." Maybe, "No, not here. Not now. Not like this." Of course, Harry would ignore him and he would make Draco comply. He would push him down on the desk and pin him there with a spell before yanking his pants down. He would pull his own dick out and he would lean over and align himself and he would whisper, "C'mon, Draco. Let me." Or something like, "You know you want it. Marital rights and all that." He would grin and the exhilaration would make him careless. He would look down at his dick and Draco's hole and he would push inside. In his fantasy, Draco's hole can take him that way easily. Draco's hole is easily relaxed. Harry would thrust in until his pubic hair would tickle at Draco's crack. He would pull back and thrust back in and with the force, the table would scratch over the floor. Draco would jerk and twist in Harry's grip, but there's nothing he can do. Nothing. Harry holds all the power now, in Draco's bed, in public, in his classroom. It scares him how much he likes that. It makes him uneasy, but at the same time he doesn't care, because it's his fantasy. He's not fulfilling it. He just wishes he did.

Afterwards, he would pull out and Draco would just lie there on the table, hole open, mudhoney dripping out. And Harry would walk around the desk and card his hand through Draco's hair again – and he would pull his head up and Draco would look absolutely destroyed. His eyes would be glazed over, tear stains on his cheeks, snot on his lips. He would open his mouth to ask "why" and Harry would use that open mouth like an invitation to clean his dick off. He would carefully take his filthy cock and would guide it to Draco's lips and there wouldn't be anything to stop him from forcing it in. And Draco would take it. He would hate it and be disgusted and there would be more crying, but he would acknowledge Harry's power over him. Perfect.

* * *

Harry woke up then, his fantasy dissolving like mist. He was painfully hard. Looking over at Draco, he saw that his lover was sleeping deeply. It was two in the morning. Stroking his dick, Harry thought about waking Draco to take care of it, but something told him that it would be much more satisfying if Draco didn't know. He pulled the covers down and revealed his naked lover. Draco was sleeping on his stomach, as he always did. One leg at an angle, body facing away from Harry. His position only gave Harry easier access. Mumbling a light spell, he was able to pull Draco's legs apart without waking him. He would start out that way and pull the influence of the spell when he was already inside. Draco would wake up from the fuck, and for a moment he wouldn't know what was happening. Harry shivered in excitement as he lined his body up. Then he pushed his thumb into Draco's hole, teasing it, making Draco relax enough to give himself easy access. When Draco's hole was waiting for him, he lined his dick up and slowly, teasingly, thrust inside. He loosened the control he had on the sleeping spell and when he was fully inside, let go. He pulled out and thrust back in, waking Draco up.

"What-" Draco mumbled, still half asleep, mind not comprehending yet. Harry pulled out again and thrust back in, harsh and hard, hoping to get what he wanted. Draco struggled then, realizing what was happening. He struggled and yelled something before Harry pushed his head into the pillow and muffled the sound. Draco tried to reach around and gyrated his body, trying to shake Harry off, but he was half-asleep, body pliant from sleep. There was no strength behind his attack. It felt better than anything ever had. Harry fucked his lover hard, gave it his all. His pre-cum was the only preparation he was giving his lover and it showed. Almost immediately, Draco's hole was red and sore. Harry put his thumb against it and felt the way the muscle struggled with each thrust. It was stretched around Harry's dick, unable to adapt this quickly without damage. His fantasy colliding with reality made Harry come quickly and hard. He let go inside Draco and bent over, riding out his orgasm with a huge smile on his face, sweat dripping onto Draco's back. Then he realized that Draco was just lying under him now, maybe because he had given up, or maybe because he had realized it was his lover. Harry pulled out and sat back on his haunches. Draco moved slowly, propping himself up on one unsteady, shaking hand. He turned over and looked at Harry as if he had betrayed him. That look fueled Harry's fantasy and he crawled up Draco's shivering body to plant a kiss on his lover's lips.

"I love you," Harry said and meant it.

Draco was about to reply, maybe to say he forgave Harry, so Harry whispered "Obliviate" and repeated the sleeping spell. Draco sank down on his cushion again and was out like a light. Harry's heart beat hard and fast and happy. The memory spell guaranteed that Draco would struggle just the same the next time. The next time. It was too good to be true.

'The next time' echoed in Harry's thoughts for a couple of days, but he always remembered the moment Draco became still and stopped struggling when he realized it was Harry. And then he wondered what he could do to prevent that. Draco had stopped struggling because he had recognized him. He wouldn't be this calm if a stranger assaulted him in his bed and fucked him. And maybe that way Harry would get that look of betrayal again. He stroked through Draco's hair and ran the hand down his back. The motion instantly calmed Draco's sleep and it also showed Harry that his touch would always give him away, even if he polyjuiced himself into an assailant. The thought that came next almost took Harry's breath away.

And then he wondered whom he could ask for this.

* * *

It turned out to be quite easy to find the right person. In fact, hadn't Harry spent most of his youth battling evil, he would have been astounded to find so much of it. Ron was easy. Harry just had to tell Ron about his fantasies and the thrill it gave him to see his lover debased and struggling. That Ron was one of those willing to hurt Draco shouldn't have come as a shock. Still, it was.

Rape was about power, and for some reason it didn't even matter much to Ron that Draco was male, or that he was his best friend's boyfriend. It didn't matter that Ron was a genuinely good guy usually – he just got drunk on the power he suddenly had over someone he had hated for most of his life. Or something like that. And only that one time. It wouldn't happen again. Lies one told oneself were always the most believable ones.

It ended up being a perfect spectacle for Harry. Draco was unsuspecting, he was just walking home from Hogwarts when Ron dragged him into an alley and pushed him up against the filthy wall. Ron had gotten tall, taller than Harry, and so it was not much of a surprise to see how much Ron towered over Draco as he fucked him into that stone wall. Harry jerked himself off under his Invisibility Cloak, watching the display in front of him, his own breathing harsh in his ears. He was standing just feet away, so the smells, the grunts, the whimpers – everything was so close and perfect. He groaned himself, when he saw the display. He had to have given himself away, because suddenly, Draco looked right at him, right through him, and with big pleading eyes, tried to form words. Somehow, his lover begging him for help made everything even better. Then Draco's mouth just opened and only small, gasping sounds came out anymore. Harry had never felt better. He could see the tears on Draco's cheeks, he could almost feel how much it hurt Draco to get violated in such a way. He had never had jerked off to an image this exhilarating, and not even his worst fantasies could compare to what he saw with his own eyes.

When Ron came with a grunt, Draco still whimpering and begging for him to stop with his broken words, Harry couldn't bite back the moan leaving his lips anymore. It was the perfect conclusion. Ron stepped back with a jerky move, like he had realized what he was doing. Afterwards, Ron disapparated and Draco sank down the wall, come running down his legs. He was filthy and smelled repulsive. He sat there in his messy robes, uncaring how disgusting the area around him was. He didn't care that the back of his head was resting against the stain someone had left on the wall urinating. Harry came from that look alone. Draco must have heard him, because his head jerked up, and he frowned into the darkness.

"Hello?" he asked, voice shaky and unsure. There was nothing of Draco's usual grace in it. "Is anyone there?"

Harry stood still, feeling his chest heaving, worrying Draco could hear his heartbeat. Draco shook his head then, reaching up to feel his cheek where Ron had rammed his face into the wall. He looked delicious – so hurt and alone, such a mess of a human being.

By the time Draco had collected himself enough to get home, Harry had already left. Harry waited at home, pretending to be the concerned lover, healing and obliviating Draco at night with a quiet mumble just before he turned the lights off. Harry slept very well that night.

* * *

The image of Ron towering over Draco didn't leave Harry alone. Things progressed quickly after that. Soon Harry wanted more, someone bigger than Ron, someone who would take Draco like a ragdoll. Then it was two someones fucking Draco between them.

He found big, sweaty men who were willing to fuck his boyfriend from both sides, take him between them and toss him around. He found men who would do anything for money, who wouldn't ask too many questions and wouldn't be deterred by the crying, helpless man between them. Harry shivered thinking about the evil inside these men, wondering why no one discovered them, why nobody did anything to get them off the streets.

Harry was always looking for better and more perfect, more humiliation, more begging, more tears, more abuse – more of what he craved. Draco had become his toy. And every time, Harry collected his memories and obliviated and healed his lover, acting like nothing had happened the next morning. Every time was like the first time all over again, with Draco having no clue and no memory of what had happened the many times before – only the acts became a lot worse. Harry didn't even think about it, but his fantasies progressed into a sick downward spiral. Acting became difficult after a while, his fantasies getting in the way, even during the day. He knew he would have to do something soon, or his façade was going to crack. He had to stop.

He had to find some release outside their bedroom. He looked at his lover and smirked.

"What is it?" Draco asked, his voice wavering.

"I got you something," Harry whispered and pulled the box from underneath the bed where he had hidden it. "I thought we could try something new."

Draco looked as if there was nothing he didn't want less. He cleared his throat and with shaking hands, reached for the box. "Why, Harry?"

"Why what?"

"Why this sudden change?" Draco peeled the ribbon off and opened the box. His eyes grew wide, and he looked up at Harry questioningly. "Are you serious?"

"I thought you liked what we've been doing. Trying new things. You once said you wanted to experiment more."

Draco didn't seem to remember that, because he shook his head. "This is huge," he claimed. "How is that going to fit up my ass?"

"I know it will," Harry mumbled. He remembered the time he had gotten Draco fucked by two dicks at once. The fucking session had been long and Draco had been an absolute mess afterwards, but if he could recreate a little bit of that feeling, Harry thought he could stop. Just a fraction of seeing Draco's hole spread around two cocks, just a little bit. "Let me show you," Harry said and pushed at Draco's chest.

"No, Harry. Come on. This is ridiculous," he said and made to slide off the bed. "You're not going to put that inside me," he said firmly, one hand on Harry's arm, keeping him away.

"I will," Harry replied and with a whisper, he restrained Draco's arms to the headboard. "I will because I can."

None of his comforting words, none of his promises made Draco scream any less. When Draco hit him with his feet, Harry restrained his legs, too, until Draco could barely move anymore. Harry was even nice about the penetration, he prepared Draco and tried to make him comfortable. He pushed pillows under his butt and was almost gentle applying the lube. Draco squirmed and tried to wrestle his arms or legs free.

"You bastard!" Draco yelled when Harry finally pushed the fat dildo into his hole. He screamed even louder, shouted even worse insults, when Harry pushed it inside.

"Shhh, baby," Harry mumbled, spelling Draco's voice away with an incantation, as he fucked the dildo inside his lover. The skin clung to the silicone and followed when Harry pulled the dildo out. It looked beautiful, the way the muscles of his swollen hole gave under the pressure. He started fucking him harder, concentrating on Draco's face and the mental anguish it showed. "I'll try to fist you tomorrow," Harry whispered. He loved how Draco's tears soaked the pillow under his head. "We'll try this again, try to make you want it." He had high hopes. Maybe he would have to get Draco drunk before, to make him more pliable. Maybe he would start with a smaller dildo and work his way up. Harry was sure there was some way he could stop the sessions with Draco and still reclaim a bit of that glorious feeling in their bedroom. He could go back to this "urge" just being a fantasy. He was sure he could.

* * *

The half-giant lumbered out of the kitchen, his palms sweaty. Draco smiled, glad to see the man was finally done.

"The flood abated?" he asked, trying to peek around the huge man to look at the kitchen. The pipe had burst and Draco had done all he could with magic to fix the leak, but eventually he'd had to call a plumber.

"Yeah, pipes are okay again. I don't know how that could have happened, really," the plumber said, his smile oddly smug. "Now, how about we talk about payment?"

Draco nodded. "Yeah, I know Harry talked to you? He called in earlier."

"I know," the half-giant said. "In fact, he told me exactly what he wanted."

"What he wanted?" Draco said, his smile uncertain. "I'm not sure I-" He let out a shriek when the man grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.

"Yeah," the half-giant whispered. "It'll be so good, I promise," he said and forced Draco to his knees.

"Let go!" Draco yelled, thinking the man was insane to try something like that in his own home.

"I'll let you go when the debt is paid," he mumbled and stepped around. He fisted one of his big hands in Draco's hair and loosened the ties on his pants with the other. "You know what to do," he said then and freed his cock. It was proportional, huge in contrast to what Draco was used to. He looked at the cock and the half-giant jerked his head toward his growing dick. "Just play with it a little bit," the man joked, "I know you can't possibly take that. Just make it nice and hard."

Draco refused, tilting his head back so his face wouldn't come in contact with the vile dick. The man just pulled his face closer with sheer power, until Draco's nose was digging into the man's pubic hair. "I said play with it," the man grunted, angry now. "You don't want to take this baby up your ass dry, believe me."

* * *

Draco woke with a start, brain fuzzy and disjointed. Something was wrong with him if he dreamed of scenes like that. He breathed heavily and sank back into his pillow. Something was wrong with him. He put a hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. It felt weird to be afraid of a dream, to be this upset after something so ridiculous. He twisted his head aside and watched Harry sleep. Smiling, he shifted a little closer until he could wrap Harry's arm around his body. He needed that feeling of safety right now.

* * *
End.

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OMG

wow that was so fucked up and awesome! Harry is so menacing in this and I feel bad for Draco's love for Harry being twisted in such a way. this is evil and wonderful.

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