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Chapter List
- 1-Leap of Faith (Part 1)
- 2-Leap of Faith (Part 2)
- 1
- 2
Title: Leap of Faith

Author: The Rebellious Observer

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Lucius/Percy, Voldemort/Percy, Snape/Percy

Genre: Angst/Romance

Dedication: To lerah99, for the Percy Ficathon Challenge.

Warnings: Non-con, character abuse, language, character death, and lotsa smut.

Summary: Love is a belief you can�t explain.

Diclaimer: I don�t own Harry Potter.

Minister Fudge had lost the re-election hands-down;
Voldemort had returned and thed ped people of the Wizarding
World had wised up to Fudge�s bumbling incompetency, and Percy�s ass was on the
street faster than you could say, �Weasley, you�re fired.�

He�d been stupid to place so much trust in his employer; he shouldn�t have been
na�ve enough to ally himself with a man so obviously bound to get booted from
his position when things got tough.

Things got all screwed up; all those sacrifices were meaningless and he was
shit out of luck. (Percy Weasley, why were you so na�ve? Silly boy, you made
the wrong choice�and, well, isn�t retrospect a bitch?)

No job; no connections; no hope of ever entering the political world again.

And, if that weren�t enough, the rent on his rinky-dink apartment was due at
the beginning of the month; it was time for Percy to pay a visit to his
almost-nonexistent Gringotts vault.

He probably would have been fine if he�d only had to deal with those
oh-so-superior goblins (�A Weasley, you say? Here for a withdrawal, then?� (Again? Again?) �Well. Come
on, now, this way.� And what an ugly, smug and sneering face); he could have
dealt with that.

He would have been fine with that, and with the tiny
heap of coins in his too-large vault, and with removing those precious shiny
pieces for his landlady�s deep pockets as the goblin tapped his foot
impatiently outside.

He would have even been fine with meeting Ron in Diagon
Alley; such sempormportant anger�hurtful words (accusations) were something
Percy was familiar with. He could have handled that.

But it left Percy sort of frayed when all those things happened in the same day
(one-two-three, in quick succession); snobbish goblins, dwindling funds,
and the snarling face of a little brother itching for a confrontation he didn�t
want to give, and could Percy�s day have gotten any worse?

For normal people, no.

But Percy was Percy, and he had a knack for things going wrong. He�d built a
life on it.

So it really wasn�t surprising that fate would hit him with anotherandanother
misfortune�but, still, Percy just wasn�t quite ready to handle the horde of
Death Eaters Apparating into Diagon
Alley with seven little pops of displaced air.

Ron looked ready to rush at them all by himself; his wand was out and his
attention all on them, and he was going to run out and get himself killed,
Percy knew it, and he simply wasn�t going to allow that to happen.

Percy wasn�t prepared to let his little brother throw away his life�because he loves
him, alright?�even if Ron really wouldn�t appreciate his intervention.

He�d stupefied the other boy before he�d even thought about it�rapped him on
the head with a disillusionment charm and had him flat and invisible on the
ground as fast as it had taken to draw breath.

(And at least all that studying was good for something, right, my friend?)

The next thing he knew, a cloaked figure was behind him and a wand was at his
back; the world tilted and grayed and went completely black, and the only thing
he could think was I hope they don�t find Ron.

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They�d grabbed the wrong Weasley.

Well, wasn�t that just fucking priceless?

Percy was sure they�d kill him, once they found out that he wasn�t the one they
wanted.

They had no use for him.
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But apparently he�d underestimated Voldemort�s appreciation for the many uses
of young/scared/lovely/helpless boys such as himself, because, though they�d
found out he wasn�t Ron (�You bloody fools! You caught the wrong boy. Imbeciles, all of you!� (And, crucio/crucio/crucio)
�You won�t fail our Lord again�), he still wasn�t dead.

This fact was somehow less comforting than Percy had thought it would be.

In fact, Percy thought it probably would have been nicer if they had just
killed him straight away; he was sure of this once Voldemort came to look at
him in his cage (�What a beautiful plaything I have now�wouldn�t you say,
Pettigrew? This one will be kept for my quarters, I think�), and he was led
away to a bathing room where a nervous-looking man with a strange, magical hand
watched him wash away the grime of the last few days (Percy could have sworn he
knew him from somewhere; but that�s impossible. He�d never seen him before).

Once he was washed and scrubbed clean (the sweet-smelling soap mingling with
the cold, tangy fear of his sweat), he�d been led, still nude (and blushing a
god-awful shade of red that clashed terribly with all that bold, brassy hair),
into a short hallway; he was ushered into the room beyond two intricate
double-doors decorated with gilded snakes, and left there�alone with his
thoughts.

The bedroom the man locked him in was lush and uncomfortable; everything in it
was expensive, and arranged, and indifferent; monochromatic and dull.

Percy�s naked skin shone milk-white and vibrant in the low light; his
freshly-washed hair was angrily, rebelliously red in the midst of this
carefully dark d�cor, and he felt gaudy�out of place. Vulnerable.

He sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed�chalk-pale and petrified�and he waited,
apprehension gnawing at the smooth planes of his scared, childish face.

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�You�re so pretty,� said Voldemort, his sloppy slick tongue darting out and
dragging along Percy�s jaw, and Percy flinched.

�It�s the fear. It makes everything�shine. Skin goes
so pale, when you do it right. It glows. Do you feel it in you, boy? Pulsing. Throbbing inside you like it wants to break out and
scream? Look at those wide baby blues on you�they come alive. Is
it making your heart race, yet? Oh, I see it�such a tease. Is it making your
eyes sting�your nipples hard? You�re so flaccid�� he stuck his hand between
Percy�s thighs and fondled his balls until Percy whimpered�until the redhead�s
erection stood stone-strong and glistening; �yesss��
(it sounded so dirty when he said it) �that�s more like it, boy. Still so afraid, but look at how
your bodyves ves me! You�re terrified of my touch, but there�s nothing you want
more right now than to spread yourself wide open for my cock. You want me to
tear through that delicious little entrance and fill you right to the
brim�isn�t that right? You love it when your Lord does this, don�t you? My silly. little. whore. �

�No, no,� breathed Percy, his face on fire and his eyes slipping tightly
shut like he thought not seeing would mean it wasn�t happening, even though it was.

Tears leaked out under his long eyelashes and crawled down his cheeks, and
Voldemort lapped them up and laughed, and fear prickled all along
Percy�s spine and the back of his neck. He was glad he couldn�t see the
scaly/scary/disgusting face nipping at his lower lip.

�Yes,� said Voldemort, pumping Percy�s shaft and rubbing roughly with
both hands.

�You want it so bad, don�t you? But you�ll have to wait to have me. You
haven�t earned it yet. But, soon, my pet. Soon you
will be ready to receive me.�

Those bony hands yanked skillfully on Percy�s glistening dick, and Percy sobbed
and came�gurgling on shame and disgust and debasement, and Voldemort milked his
cock of every stringy, creamy strand, and licked his hand.

�My turn, my Lord?� asked a smooth voice as Voldemort sucked the cum off his
sticky fingers with great relish and gusto, and Percy started; his eyes snapped
open and he whipped his head to the side, and, no, it couldn�t be�it couldn�t
be! But. It was.

�Malfoy?� he gasped, a vivid recollection of last week�s Daily
Prophet prison break headline flashing in his mind.

�A Weasley, I see. I will particularly enjoy breaking in this one for you, my
Lord,� smirked the man, sauntering further into the room.

�I�m sure you will, Lucius. Take care not to hurt him too badly, however�do
nothing a spell or potion can�t cure. No use in keeping him unfit for use. We
want to enjoy him many times while he�s in oure, re, after all,� said
Voldemort benevolently, smoothing back Percy�s damp bangs with one saliva-slick
hand.

�Certainly,� said Malfoy, his robe slipping gracefully to the floor.

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The first time it had happened, Percy had screamed so loud that he�d had to be
gagged.

Lucius Malfoy was splitting him apart with his dick, and it hurt.

Something was ripping, he was sure; something ie ofe of him was stretching and
tearing and fuck (fuckfuckfuckfuck), it
hurt, and (helphelp!) someone please
make it stop, please (he�s too big; he�s breaking him in two)!

Percy bucked and pushed and tried to fight back, but he wasn�t a match for the
bigger man; he wasn�t strong enough to defend himself from Lucius�s balls
slapping against his ass with every forceful ram of the other man�s hips;
couldn�t stop the blonde from holding (bruising) his wrists above his head,
pinned to the bed with one white-knuckled hand, or make him reconsider pounding
himself inside Percy�s tight, tiny virgin opening until the boy broke with it.

No; Percy never had a chance to stop him.

He had to take it�feel every furious moment of it as Lucius pushed into him
again and again and�

Percy passed out just after Lucius buried himself deep one last time and came
(shuddering and explosive), jammed too far inside his small and writhing hips.

Unconsciousness claimed him just as Lucius released his wrists and slumped (his
grating, grinding dick still embedded to the hilt) over his chest.

Percy�s always had bad timing.

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There must be something broken�inside of him, that is. In there.

It hurts too much to be okay; something must be shattered in his battered
ass�Malfoy�s rough, reaming cock jarred something loose, Percy�s sure of
it.

Percy had woken up that morning and the pain had been just as forceful and
fierce as it had been the night before; the bruises had blossomed deep and dark
in his tattered, perky ass, and he was tender and torn.

He passes the time pointedly not moving�not thinking about where he is
and what had happened and what might happen and�

Voldemort strides into the room with a scowl on his disgusting, pasty not-face;
the doors are loud and final as they clatter closed with a boom, and the
room seems suddenly tiny and tense.

�Damn them!� spits Voldemort, picking up a book and flinging it at the wall.

�Damn them! They�ll die. All of them will die. I�ll kill every
last one myself!�

He paces�flings a vase into the sputtering fireplace and fumes, and
Percy tries very hard to not draw attention to himself.

But as Voldemort pivots around on his heel, that telltale Weasley hair draws
his eye, and he stops.

Stops, and his eyes rake over that cringing boy and
flare furiously.

�Get on the floor,� he bites, and Percy scrambles to do so.

Percy�s never been one for senseless, stubborn sacrifice and meaningless
valiance; he�s practical. (Someone has to be.)

He�s not his brothers, or his sister, or his parents�he does what he has to,
and if crippling his wrecked pride is what it takes to keep him alive, then
he�ll do that. This isn�t a time for moral indignation.

�Lie down. Open your legs�keep them bent like that. Wider.
Wider. Good,� says Voldemort.

He snatches up the book he�d thrown earlier and says something softly in Latin;
it transforms in his hands�warps and distorts; smoothes and stretches.

�Now put this inside of you. All of it,� he says, stalking forward and shoving
the object into Percy�s hand.

The thing is thick and long; made of something hard (ruboar,
was it called? Wasn�t that muggle stuff?), with a round end and bumps that
moved along the surface.

It had to have been a foot long at least, and two and a half inches
across, easily. Percy doesn�t know how Voldemort expects him to fit it in; he�s
not sure he can�that he could have, even if his ass hadn�t felt
like pounded, beaten meat.

�But I�I can�t,� protests Percy weakly, and Voldemort backhands him across the
face.

�Do it,� he hisses.

Percy spits on his hand and wets the end of theangeange object; nudges his poor
puckered asshole with the thing, but it won�t go in.

Frantically, he finally sticks one finger in his mouth until his finger is wet
all over; he works it in himself uncomfortably, trying not to hurt himself even
more�tries to relax the unhappy muscles of his mistreated behind.

�Hurry, hurry,� says Voldemort, and Percy quickly removes the finger from his
rear and sticks it and another finger into his mouth.

Lucius Malfoy�s spunk drips and dribbles out of the hole and in between his
cheeks, which Voldemort seems to like, at least. It tastes bitter and a bit
nutty on Percy�s tongue, and Percy wants to take a big bite out of the cheap
white Wizard Wash Soap Bar� his mother buys in bulk and chew until
Malfoy�s sperm is all washed out of his mouth.

He slides the two fingers in between his parted ass-cheeks and moves them
slowly inside himself; adjusts to the two slender intrusions gradually�his
painfully tight, used passage yielding marginally to the movement of his
scissoring digits.

�Now,� says Voldemort.

Percy sucks on the ball end of the object before pushing it into himself; he�s
just eased the ball past his stretched ring of muscle when Voldemort loses
patience, grabbing the base of the thing and shoving it all at once.

Percy shrieks and arches�his fingers and toes curling into impotent claws as
the thing is buried into his aching ass.

(He is suddenly very grateful of the fact that Malfoy�s cum has not all dripped
out of him by then; every bit of extra lubrication is welcome to help ease the
anguish of the object being forced further inside.)

Voldemort wiggles it around in him; stuffs it in as far as it will go, and,
still, that�s not enough.

It�s not enough, and Percy wails as Voldemort pulls him up into a
sitting position by his shoulders�can�t shut up as the dark lord pushes those
shoulders straight down perpendicular to the floor, so the hard thing in his
ass gets wedged in even more.

�Please stop,� sobs Percy, tears streaming down his face.

�Please, I can�t hold it, I can�t�� he screams as Voldemort rocks him around in
small circles, pushing down cruelly.

�You can,� says Voldemort, slapping his face harshly again.

Percy�s dialogue has dissolved to senseless, sad moans.

�Tell me how much you love this,� says Voldemort.

Percy can�t concentrate on talking with that huge hurt inside him; it�s too
much.

�Tell me how you�ve never loved anything as much as you love this,� roars
Voldemort; his spittle lands in little globs on Percy�s facer>
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�I�� he sobs; �I love this!� he chokes insincerely, frantic.

Two inches of the thing is still sticking out of his ass, the base resting on
the ground; his rear is suspended off the floor, and he keeps sliding further
down. The pain is like nothing he�s ever felt before.

�I knew it,� says Voldemort raggedly, his ugly dick somehow free and in one
hand, the other still holding Percy upright by his shoulder.

�I knew it, you stupid whore,� he heaves, his hand working his
blood-filled cock single-mindedly, the tip bobbing just in front of Percy�s
watering eyes.

�Knew itknew itknew it,� he
pants as Percy whines and writhes.

�You want this. You want me. You�ve probably dreamt about this exact thing,
haven�t you? Begged for it with your face in your pillow, soiling the bed
sheets with how much you wanted it. You probably screamed my name. Had to put
silencing charms on your room every night, didn�t you? Yes, yes, yes, you want
this so much,� he rants, his fingers squeezing tightly into Percy�s shoulder as
spunk shoots out of his dick and onto Percy�s contorted face. It rolls down to
his neck and chest, and Percy would have been shocked and upset if he�d been
capable of thinking about anything other than the contorting cramps in his
stomach and the sore stinging wound in his rear.

Voldemort lets go and Percy falls to his back with an unkind thump and a
gasp; the dark lord tucks his spent member back behind his robes and lies down
on his bed.

�Stay there. Leave it,� he says when Percy sticks his hands between his legs
and tugs at the big blunt object lodged inside him.

�It hurts,� whimpers Percy.

�Leave it,� repeats Voldemort, unconcerned.

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Percy�s not sure how long he lay like that�prone and extended on the ground; pathetically
exposed and exploited�before someone comes to attend to his wounds.

Logically, he knows it must have been a few hours; time enough for Voldemort to
leave and come back again; for the agony to fade to a dull, pulsing pain and
his stomach to remind him several times that he hadn�t eaten anything for the
better part of two days.

But Percy finds it kind of hard to think logically, just then; he relies on
sensory perceptions and, when he�s lucky, sleep.

All he can really process is when Voldemort returns later with an annoyed, �Get
on the bed, then,� and he complies with a slow, heavy crawl�collapsing onto his
stomach on the rumpled sheets�and at some point someone arrives to treat him.

A low, silky voice is speaking (�I�ll be treating you with an ointment, Mr.
Weasley, and then be using a spell to heal the remaining afflictions. I�ll have
to touch you in an intimate area to apply the potion. It won�t hurt�don�t tense
up. I expect you to try your best to relax. It will make things easier. Do you
understand me, Mr. Weasley?� and Percy hazily feels himself nod).

The object is gently, cautiously eased out of him; it comes out with a soft
sucking sound as the ball struggles to keep itself firmly nestled in Percy�s
bum.

There is a sharp exhalation of air, and Percy isn�t sure if it came from him or
the man.

Soft, slender fingers coated with a soothing balm slide over his entrance; the
salve is cool and creamy and works instantly to relieve the pain wherever it is
applied, and Percy sighs as that ache numbs and melts away.

The fingers are removed, a new coat applied to them, and then brought back
again; one finger slides into him slowly, giving him time to adjust (which
isn�t hard at all, considering what he�s just had in him for the last however-many
hours). It moves dilydily and lightly; wiggles toch ach as much area as it can.

A second finger is added, bringing more relief�and then a third, and Percy
hardly feels any pain at all by the time those three digits are taken away. His
pain-induced listlessness is dropping away quickly by the time a wand tip is
inserted just barely into his anus, and a spell is cast that leaves his bottom
as perfect and pristine as it had been before anyone had shoved a thick weeping
cock into it or forced in foreign torture-toys.

The wand is removed and that voice says, �Is that all you�ll be requiring of me
tonight, my Lord?� and Percy knows that voice, he knows it�he�d heard it
every week of the school term for seven years.

�Professor Snape?� he gasps, completely surprised, rolling around onto his back
to verify the authenticity of this unthinkable suspicion.

Same greasy hair; same unhappy scowl; same dour black robes wrapped around that
same tall, slim body.

Percy can�t believe it�he just can�t. This man that he respected and
trusted for all those years�a teacher, for Christ�s sake!�was a Death
Eater? A mindless minion of a deranged dark lord bent on spreading hate and
bigotry and wholesale slaughter? It was�it was unimaginable. Unfathomable.
But it was true.

�How could you?� asks Percy, betrayed.

�You�re�people look up to you. Children rely on you! How�how could
you?�

�That�s enough, Mr. Weasley,� said Snape sharply.

�Now, now. Is that any way to thank Severus, my pet? And after he went through all the trouble of healing you, too.
It�s rude. Apologize,� saiddemodemort.

Percy flushed in embarrassment.

�I�� Voldemort�s cold, creepy eyes were boring a hole in him; daring him not to
do as he was told, so he could suffer the consequences.

�I�m�sorry. That was�inappropriate of me to say. And.
I apologize.�

�Fine, fine,� says Snape gruffly, dismissing the offense.

�Now thank him,� says Voldemort.

�Thank you for healing me, Professor. It was greatly appreciated,� said Percy,
eyes downcast.

�You�re welcome, Mr. Weasley,� says Snape stiffly.

�Boys, you�re not really going to leave it at that, are you? That wouldn�t be
proper at all, would it? No. Boy, thank him properly now.�

Percy looked puzzled, but did as he was told.

�Thank you for�� he starts, but Voldemort waves his hand dismissively and
interrupts.

�No, you�re doing it all wrong. Get on your knees and thank him,� he said.

Snape shifted uncomfortably as Percy slipped off of the bed and knelt at his
feet.

�Th�� starts Percy.

�Stupid whore, can�t you do anything right? Suck him off,� said
Voldemort impatiently.

Percy doesn�t look at Snape�s face as he reaches into the robes; his face is
lobster-red and his fingers are unsure as they unbutton Snape�s trousers.

�Really, my Lord, this isn�t ness�� begins Snape, his hands touching Percy�s to
still them.

�Are you questioning me, Snape?� asks Voldemort darkly.

�No, my Lord,� says Snape, falling silent.

�Then let the boy thank you,� says Voldemort, and Snape�s hands fall away from
Percy�s so the redhead can continue freeing his cock.

�Sit on the bed,� Voldemort instructs Snape once Percy�s hesitant hand has
pulled Snape�s dick out from under his clothes. (Percy let out a small gasp
when he saw the size of it. Could that even fit in his mouth?)

Snape sits, causing Percy to shuffle forward awkwardly on his knees before
settling in between Snape�s spread thighs.

Voldemort gets onto the bed as well, slithering at a crawl until he�s just
behind Snape, his knees just touching the cloth covering Snape�s shapely ass
and his hands resting over Snape�s upper arms for balance, his face peering
down from just over one shoulder.

Percy licks his lips nervously; his eyes dart up to Voldemort, then back down
to Snape�s dick.

He holds the hardening member in his hands and rubs at it; concentrates on
cupping Snape�s sac and caressing the tip of his rod with his thumb.

Snape�s penis starts to fill with blood; it rises and firms under Percy�s
intent care.

Percy grabs the shaft and maneuvers up carefully, licking the underside of
Snape�s balls all the way up to the tip of his leaking shaft. Snape sucks in a
sharp breath of air as Percy suckles delicately at his tip, sucking and
savoring and swallowing his precome with that warm
mouth.

Then Percy�s done playing around; with no further pleasantries, he proceeds to deep-throat the entire thing�swallowing the
whole shaft in his mouth in one smooth motion that makes him gag as the tip of
Snape�s dick bumps into the back of his throat.

Percy struggles not to choke; it�s not like Percy�s never given a blowjob,
before�but Snape�s cock is considerably bigger than Oliver Wood�s had been back
in fifth year, when they�d experimented with a few mutual blowjobs in the
privacy of their room.

Snape moans as Percy�s throat muscles convulsively clench around his shaft;
then Percy�s gaining his bearings and his tongue works furiously on Snape�s
rigid dick. His head bobs up and down and he controls his breathing, and he
fondles Snape�s full balls with both hands as his mouth sucks and licks hot and
wet and wantonly like he�s savoring a huge candy treat instead of Severus
Snape�s happy hard dick.

�Look, he eats cock like he lives for it, Severuren�ren�t you glad you let him
thank you like he wanted to?� breathes Voldemort heavily into Snape�s ear; he
soundug aug and a little awed at the obsessive attention Percy is lavishing on
getting Snape�s dick to explode in his mouth.

�Y-yes, my Lord,� pants Snape.

�Ahh, ah, ah, I�m going to come, I�m going to
come,� he heaves.

Percy moves to take his mouth away, but Voldemort says, �Swallow it, swallow
it, suck it down,� and Percy stops and lets Snape�s cock ejaculate in his
mouth.

Snape�s cum is warm and a little sweet, and dribbles out the corners of Percy�s
mouth; Percy holds that seed behind his teeth and gulps, and feels that
liquid slide down his esophagus and into his empty stomach.

�Lick off every bit. Clean his cock with your tongue,� says Voldemort, and
Percy obliges�rubs the cum that leaked out onto his chin and face onto his
fingers and sucks on them theatrically; licks every inch of Snape�s large limp
cock�does it twice�until it glistens with his saliva.

He considerately puts it back under the trousers and re-buttons the fly when
he�s done.

�You may go now, Severus,� says Voldemort.

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Those first few weeks, Voldemort doesn�t fuck him.

He likes to watch.

He likes to laugh and gasp and get off on it when his few most trusted servants
pry apart Percy�s long and trembling legs and thrust-shove-ram until the
pretty redhead chokes on the length of their prodding cocks�until he bloodies
the sheets and scs ans and weeps and begs for it to stop (please-please-please).

When it�s over, Voldemort likes to send the man(/men)
away and lie down with Percy on those same sheets; likes to turn him over on
his side and nudge his ass-cheeks apart just with the tip of that disgusting,
wrinkled/withered white rod, and fondle himself with his skeletal hands until
he comes, coating the insides of Percy�s cheeks with warm, weak cum and making
the boy go to sleep still sticky and unwashed.

Voldemort likes it dirty like that.

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Lucius Malfoy comes to visit Percy almost every day, and Percy hates it.

He hates how Malfoy likes to tie his legs open so his little hole is open to
the room; hates that the blonde loves to choke his erect dick with a tiny ring
that squeezainfainfully around the middle of his shaft so the top end of it
blushes a furious rose as Lucius prods his sensitive prostate with his
uncomfortably engorged penis.

�If only Arthur could see this,� speculates Lucius on one memorable occasion,
as he lazily fucks Percy with his magically enlarged dick (Percy wasn�t sure
how the other man had managed to get that monster in him, it was
inflated so much. In fact, he wasn�t quite sure how he hadn�t passed out yet
while the blonde banged him with it).

�What would he say if he saw one of his precious sons getting fucked by his
greatest enemy, hmm? What would he think? If I were to send him a picture of us
like this, how much might that hurt him, do you think? Answer me.�

�I�I don�t know,� hitches Percy, tears stinging his eyes.

�Not much, probably. I�ow, ow�I�haven�t spoken to him in over a year and a
half,� he says, avoiding looking at the amused grey eyes.

Lucius laughs, and the force of it jars his dick further in during his languid
forward thrust, and Percy winces.

�I bet it would embarrass you, though,� speculates Malfoy.

�Can you imagine? The entire Weasley clan clustering around
our photograph, laughing at you being taken and owned. They would do
that, wouldn�t they? For you, they would. Because you�re not one of them, are
you, boy? Never were. They must hate you for that.�

�Stop,� says Percy, face twisted with grief.

�Please, stop,� he sobs.

Lucius smiles and brushes a stray lock of red hair back behind Percy�s ear with
his hand, and Voldemort laughs like this is the funniest damn thing he�s ever
seen.

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The Death Eaters seem to like it that he�s skinny, and weak, and scared.

Because it�s easier to fuck a person when they can�t stop
you.

It�s cruel, what they do; fucking and sucking and spacing out his meals just so
he�s dizzy and light and easily overpowered�but Percy is too busy trying to
keep his stomach from devouring itself (gnawing a hole through his insides and
out his skin) to care.

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(Continued in part 2)
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