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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3: Lovin' You So
by Vahn Thorren & My Maybe Quite Possibly No Longer My Partner RedHawk
DISCLAIMER: I don't own now, but I will so fuck ya'll. I even got it planed to the financing, "Harry Potter & the Attack of the Boy Crazy Porn Stars! an erotic thriller" hits stands this fall. See ya then Rowling! Bring it bitch!
NOTES: The most difficult chapter to write and most graphic by far. I actually ended up asking a friend about their own experience when being raped, which I agree now in hindsight was way callous, even for me. But well, I needed the help.(only five more heartless bastard points till i own that easy bake oven!) So there. I'm still crediting my partner though I believe our partnership has dissolved. Well she was a lot of the idea crew so I'm still "luving" her. So go read on this sadder note. Sorry for putting you through that Pietro, hope Matt or whatever his face treats you write. Oh yeah review! (why do I bother?) as of this update she has once again become my partner (yay)
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I push harry back to the floor. I come on like a starved animal. I call it eager. He shoves me back, punching me, hoping to break my nose. He fails of course. He's running towards the stairs. I snatch the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him back. I plant a kiss on his lips, finally mine. He shakes himself from my grasp, his palm hitting the side of my face. He keeps running. I grab a Vase off the table. It was early turn of the century I believe. I'd expected his head to be crushed in, Luck is with me I guess. He goes tumbling over the railing of the stairs
"Cunt" I sneer. His thin form sails several feet in to the air, arcing at the peak of it's battle against gravity before plummeting down the flight of stairs, landing with a fabulous cracking sound. My words send him flying. He leans back against the banister.
a scream
I've broken his arm. He discovers too late, attempting to rise from his corpse like position. Harry shies away as I descend the stairs drawing closer. His eyes look beautiful in contrast to the pale terror of his flesh.
does he know how long i've waited?
"...Sirius, st-" My lips silence his protest, forcing his mouth open, I slide my tongue in to the moist cavity. Shock turns to fear in his eyes as tears begin to form. I'm doing well. His struggle is remarkable as I bind his arms to the banister with the copper wire I had left on hand, his right arm twists awkwardly. He kicks me with all the strength he can muster from his beaten frame. The wire shreds the tender flesh of his wrists drawing blood, it slides down his forearm. A vermilion cascade. I lick the metallic substance from his limbs, tasting the definite flavor of his sweat. I reach forward to caress his check, his teeth find my hand and he bites. The stupid whore. A back hand to his face leaves his body reeling, his face a product of fear and anger. I kiss him again sliding my hand down his pants, he moans , teeth clenched through my caress like a grin of a man long since dead. I withdraw
he'll cry my name tonight.
"Stop this you stupid fuck!"
"You'll learn to regret that." I say in hoarse whisper. I retrieve the knife which had been knocked from my hand earlier. My fingers find there grip on his testicles and squeeze. The cry it elicits from the boy is fantastic. His head thrashes about fiercely keeping his lips from my reach, sending sweat and tears soaring in a fine spray. A quick punch to his stomach stops his convulsions. Harry sees the knife, he looks up at me. Understand the depths of my betrayal. The question all over his face. Why? I laugh out loud at the hilarity of his innocence. How like him to be clueless.
"Because dear heart, I-want-to-fuck-you...," I singsong. He looks more stunned by frankness than my answer. I bring the blade to his neck, making a thin cut along his collar bone. Eyes dart from the crimson river and back to my steady gaze. How I love this child. His breathing is fast and gaining pace as I begin to tear the threadbare tee-shirt from his body. Shivering in the cold. His skin is salty and flushed, my knife drawing blood, painting him red. Staining him.
naked for me.
I'll tear the pants from his legs and have him naked before me. Totally exposed under my watch and touch. I leave a trail of bites along his throat, ending at his right nipple Flesh so thin, easy to tear.He goes unheard, drowned out by the sound of shredding denim. He's full blast crying know, his pretty black locks plastered to his face by the sweat he's excreting more rapidly. I wipe the stray hairs from his forehead and kiss it.
"I love you Harry." choking back a sob he looks up
"I hate, you sadistic son of a bit-," he screams as he lunges forward biting my ear, deepening the wire's claim on him. the boy's grip is strong, panic and fear have made him desperate. My blade finds Harry's right eye, eagerly mutilating the delicate cellular tissue. The scream. Long and high eggs me on as the knife scissors across his torso, leaving scars like lace in their wake. My cerise angel, crying tears of blood like some mythical prophet or stigmatist. Naked except for the sweat damp boxers clinging to his slender waist. I slide them off, he shudders as my fingers trail along the inside of his thigh. I suspect he is a virgin, innocent and inexperienced, but I'm sure Harry has an idea about what I'm going to do to him.
i own you
I part his legs without trouble, assuring him of his safety. I won't hurt you I say tenderly. He won't hear it, shaking his head repeating no. I kiss him once more massaging his arousal.
"See you like it Harry, don't be so stubborn, it won't hurt. I promise. It feels good, see." He just shakes his head and sobs whispering no, pleading with me. doing all he can to push me away without injuring himself further.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise, please just don't..."
"You don't understand, it feels good. I love you Harry"
"Please..." his final protest as I penetrate him, tearing muscle and conscious thought apart. He screams, he writhes, bucking his hips. The wire digging deeper in to his wrists. My knife traces his spine. Harry is tight and he moans and sobs and struggles and against my weight. To no avail. He cries out, for help and my mercy, how like a whore to beg. I suck the bite marks, I want so despretely for him to moan. I press myself against him, how pure the color of his blood seems as he climaxes. He arcs his back unknowingly, a moan so thick and heavy, it seems wrong being produced from his slight form. I bite his neck, dragging fingernails down his back. I'll kill you he moans. He looks lovely, violated and abused. My orgasm fills him, I fill him.
Eyes puffy, his skin a exhausted alabaster. Looking anemic as he does, blood framing those emerald eyes. I knew I was in love with this other worldly youth.
"I hate you." he states quietly, defeated, his only response.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
i'll make you love me harry potter
A knife. A fist. I claw at him, tear at him, and mar his beauty. I hate you. I'll make it hurt like these unrequited passions. How long have I waited for you?! You bastard You stupid silly cunt. I'll make you hurt. I'll make you cry out my name. I'll make you swallow my seed and he will love me. He won't look at me. He just refuses me.
i'll ruin you
"I love you Harry." Shape him. Take him, watch him bleed and beg. He moans deliciously. I impale him, reveling in the salty taste of his skin. Delirious. I unstrap him he's slick with blood sweat and semen. I jab my wand deeper than necessary as I cauterize the wounds, hoping to hear him cry my name one last time before I go. He's unconscious. I kneel down and kiss once more before leaving. Kisses, knives, leaving scars in their wake.
My cerise angel, how stunning you look enveloped in your own blood.
I love you.
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Please review, you know the drill. I'm thinking I introduced this sequence prematurely. I dunno. What do you think?
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