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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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.

Chapter List
- 1-CH1
- 2-CH2
- 3-CH3
- 4-CH4
- 5-CH5
- 6-CH6
- 7-CH7
- 8-Ch8
- 9-Ch9
- 10-Ch10
- 11-CH11
- 12-CH12
- 13-CH13
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- 19-Ch19
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- 21-CH21
- 22-Ch22
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- 27-CH27
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- 41-Ch41
- 42-Ch42
- 43-Ch43
- 44-Ch44
- 45-Ch45
- 46-Ch46
- 47-Ch47
- 48-Ch48
- 49-Ch49
- 50-Ch50 *End Part 1*
- 51-Ch51
- 52-Ch52
- 53-Ch53
- 54-Ch54
- 55-Ch55
- 56-CH56
- 57-CH57
- 58-CH58
- 59-CH59
- 60-CH60
- 61-CH61
- 62-CH62
- 63-CH63
- 64-CH64
- 65-CH65
- 66-CH66
- 67-CH67 *New 6/6/2015*
- 68-CH68
- 69-CH69
- 66
- 67
- 68
Author's Notes:
Hi! It has been a long damn time, and even while writing these new chapters I have little idea when this story will be finished. But I am going to finish it. I had waffled for a long time, thinking maybe to just transform it into an original thing. But the reality is, it's just so much more fun as it is, where I can put a shit ton of pages about random fluff and smut and not care just how clear the plot it. This thing has become a boy love soap opera, and I like to indulge it.
So, I'm replacing Ch67 with new stuff. I had thought this would come later, but it just fits better here, so yes. Rewrote and threw the other stuff into Ch68 because it was too much of an info dump and, and, and fun HarryxDraco in Ch69, yay! After that, things start moving again, maybe characters start dying... >_> It had to happen eventually.
So yes, I apologize for the many who had started this story years ago, and watched me crash, burn, and fall off the edge of the Earth. I am much better now. I think being able to come back to writing was such a good thing for me, because writing really is a great creative outlet for the soul. Oh, and welcome to any new readers as well. The story is a bit of a long mess, but hopefully after the first full draft I'll get some proper editing done.
No mailing list for now. I shut down the old one, and I need to consider if I want to juggle something like that again.
~Vox
Oh, threesome smut warnings ahead! If you read this for plot avoid the second part of this chapter. Otherwise, its very yummy and enjoy!
CH67
Neville awoke from his sleep with a shattered cry. His body was shaking, hurting with an indescribable pain. He sat up and peered through the dark room. The tower window silhouetted the other four poster beds of his Gryffindor roommates. Only Ron and Dean were left, still sleeping soundly through Neville's nightmare.
It had been a nightmare, that was all. Neville was certain, because in it Blaise had died while struggling with his infliction, his energy draining away in the night. And then Clive had... Clive had...
Neville cried weakly as the pain from his dream returned. Touching his face, he found bloody tears streaming down his cheeks. He mentally pushed at the bond in his head, hearing Blaise's low wail of torment, and Clive... Clive was impossibly silent.
Neville fell from the bed, scrambling to his feet. There was no time left. He had to get there now, had to get to Clive.
Madame Pomfrey allowed Neville in, opening the hospital ward door before he had reached it. He rushed into the Incubi's room, his bare feet slapping on the cold floor. Lesley Griffith was pressing down on Clive's chest, using CPR to try and get the man's heart to start after all magic had failed. Blaise was a crumpled mess on the floor, his sharp claws rending at his own flesh in agony.
“Oh gods... oh gods, no...” Neville walked shakily to Clive's side, his legs barely able to support him. The man was so still, his beautiful face slack of the life spark. “Energy? I can—“
“No,” Lesley said flatly, shaking his head before breathing into Clive's mouth. “They feed off of you. You can't force the dead to eat.”
Blaise gave a long, terrible wail once hearing that Neville could not save Clive. Neville turned to the boy, falling to his knees and pulling Blaise against his chest. “It's okay, it's g-going to be okay. H-Harry is awake. I can sense him in the other room. H-He's going to fix this.”
Blaise sobbed into Neville, nearly knocking the boy over in his grief. “He sssaved me... D-died saving me... He shouldn't have!”
Neville closed his eyes to block out the anguish on Blaise's face. He remembered the nightmare, the absolute loneliness consuming Clive when Blaise stopped breathing. “Hush... hush now.” Neville ran hands up and down the boy's long arms, hoping to keep Blaise from slashing his dark flesh to shreds.
“I've k-killed him, Neville. I-I...” Blaise couldn't continue, hiccuping sobs taking his voice. Neville held the boy close, letting him sob. He barely registered Blaise's claws digging into his arms, feeling very numb himself without Clive's presence in his mind.
Neville had not been untruthful. He had felt Harry awake, probably in response to his bond with Clive. Harry was not a power one could ignore. Neville turned his head, watching the doorway as he felt a dark storm of magic approach.
Madame Pomfrey was supporting Harry beneath one shoulder as the green eyed boy shuffled in, looking weak in stark contrast to the energy Neville felt radiating from him. Harry pointed to Clive, and Lesley quickly moved to the door, hauling Harry over a shoulder and carrying him to Clive's body.
Harry rested heavily against Lesley's supporting arms once released, and carefully looked Clive over. Neville raised to his knees, fighting Blaise's clinging weight and watching breathless.
Harry placed both his palms to Clive's chest, resting them firmly. A warm breeze filled the room, and gradually a soft, golden glow built where Harry's hands touched Clive's flesh. Harry stood there long moments, restoring Clive with the energy he had readily given to Blaise when the boy had succumbed to death deep in the night.
The glow faded and Harry pulled away, brow furrowed as he stared at Clive. The man was motionless on the bed, lifeless still.
Neville tightened his hold on Blaise, waiting for Clive to move, desperate for any sign that the man would live. Nothing. Just his mind playing tricks of breath where there was none, sound when the suffocating night absorbed all.
Suddenly Draco was there, a silent pale form besides Harry in nothing but pajama bottoms. The boy's eyes were blazing with power as he reached broken fingers forward and pressed two against the center of Clive's chest. A blue pulse sparked where Draco touched, and Clive's body contorted, arching off the bed and falling back with a crash.
Clive's first breath shattered the heavy silence in the room.
Neville felt dizzy, Clive's presence flooding back into his head with full force. Blaise whimpered beside him, his hand reaching blindly for Neville's. Fingers entwined, Neville pulled Blaise to his feet and they huddled together, looking down at Clive's breathing body. Blood had come back to the man's complexion, the pale features more rosy than the gray of moments ago.
Madame Pomfrey was running status spells, clucking in relief as all colors pointed to well. At Blaise's inquisitive look, she patted the mattress in invitation, pulling the blankets back so that the boy could curl up next to Clive. Neville didn't resist Blaise's tug this time, climbing in behind the taller boy and settling beneath the blankets with a weary sigh.
Neville was exhausted, the emotional turmoil too much to bear. A hand touched his hair, and he peaked an eye open, meeting Blaise's pale yellow gaze. Realizing the boy was only staring at him and not in need of anything, Neville let his eyes close and enjoy the feel of fingers tangling in his hair.
The other figures moved slowly around the room, Harry and Draco back to their room and beds, Lesley and Poppy to converse in her office. Neville sensed when Harry's power quieted as the boy fell back to sleep. Still Blaise watched Neville.
“Zabini?” Neville queried sleepily, too tired to open his eyes.
Blaise ran soft fingertips over Neville's face. “Hmmm?”
“You okay?” Neville asked, sighing softly at the touch.
“Yes... I'm worried about Clive. Worried he...”
“...Can't handle life.” Neville finished for the boy.
“Yes.” Blaise whispered hoarsely.
The one word sounded so empty, so full of sorrow. Neville wrapped an arm around the dark boy's chest, pulling Blaise back against him. He breathed in his scent, nuzzling into the side of Blaise's long neck. “We'll figure it out. We'll fix him.”
Blaise closed his eyes, his breathing speeding up. Neville was actually listening... responding. Maybe Blaise could finally... “Neville?”
“Yeah?”
“I'm sorry I messed it up back at White Towers with your family... Everyone was so fucking serious around me. I... I just wanted fun. And I know, you thought I was making fun of you... but I wasn't. I, uh, couldn't... Just made an ass of myself trying to impress you.”
Neville shook his head. He had been cold and cruel to the newborn Incubus. So expectant of mockery and pity, Neville had not known how to handle Blaise's interest in him. Neville had been feeling so awkward at the party, so annoyed with all the adults and Clans cooing over him just because he had transformed. Before they wouldn't have even looked twice... hadn't.
Blaise had been stunning in his disregard of the elders, and, well... stunning in general.
Blaise took a deep breath, plucking at the edge of the blanket. “I didn't know how to talk to an elf. So many expectation 'cus of the old war. And... once I saw you after your exritus, and... I could feel your power...” He turned his head, catching Neville's quiet gaze. “I was so overcome, Neville. You can't even understand... You are so beautiful. It makes something inside me ache, just to think of you. ...And I pray each day that you will even think a thought of me.”
Neville swallowed hard. He studied Blaise's face, not sure how to respond to the confession. He had gathered that Blaise had been attracted on some level beyond power, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen Neville for bonding in the first place. But this...
An Incubus in love was a slave to their desires, and nearly a slave to the one they loved. No wonder Blaise had been so sensitive to Neville's moods, so vulnerable to his anger. And why the boy was so needy whenever Neville was there. Blaise must have been in so much pain...
Neville reached his hand up, running his finger across Blaise's cheekbone. “I think of you, Blaise. I think of the both of you. I think far too many thoughts in the day for it to be proper, and it is of you.”
“Neville... Do you ever ache?”
Neville closed his eyes a slow moment. “Yes, Blaise. I ache.” And this was why Neville cried blood when the other two Incubi hurt.
“I'm sorry, Blaise. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. I was angry at the Clans, angry that my parents were left to rot alone. It hadn't been your fault, though. You... you were just so insistent to be near me when I was angry. It was very easy to be angry at you too, and how you made me feel.”
Blaise tilted his head, brushing his cheek against Neville's still hand. “How do I make you feel?”
“...Weak. Powerless.” Neville whispered. He felt too vulnerable in the Incubi's attention. It was as if they saw him truly, more so than Neville could see of himself. And still, they wanted him. It frightened him. Frightened him to have such acceptance, and frightened him to think it could ever be taken away.
“But you are so strong, Neville. You've endured so much alone... like Clive. You two are the strongest people I know.”
Neville shook his head slowly. “Blaise, sometimes between the two of you I feel as though I'm lucky I can walk. For all my yelling, I couldn't fight it. I think sometimes I'm going to drown in the power you raise up.”
“Oh...” Blaise turned himself in the bed so that he was facing Neville fully. “You get overwhelmed like me... For me...” His smile was tentative, as were his fingers as he cupped both hands to Neville's face.
Neville could feel the pull, the sweet question of a kiss in Blaise's eyes. And all Neville's many reasons for resisting just weren't there anymore. He leaned forward, gently brushing his lips to Blaise, listening to the hitch in the Incubus' breath.
Blaise was slow to respond, as if afraid any movement might wake him, but Neville lightly persisted, eventually pulling a soft moan from the tired Incubus.
“Neville, I...” Neville kissed him again, tongue touching tongue, and Blaise felt something inside melt. He curled fingers into Neville's hair, loving how safe he felt with the boy, how cherished the kiss made him feel.
Blaise wanted to thank Neville, wanted to watch the boy gasp and writhe in absolute agonizing pleasure. But Clive was fast asleep and it wouldn't be fair for the man to miss Neville in such a beautiful state. And Neville was still so reserved... Blaise suspected that the elf just wouldn't know how to enjoy such a gift. Not just yet.
So Blaise held himself back, letting Neville set the pace of the slow burning kiss. He sank into Neville's hands when they pulled, eyes closing on their own accord when Blaise felt Neville's body touch his. Blaise entwined a leg around Neville, feeling the boy gasp from the contact. But Blaise did nothing else, just settling, ear pressed to the other boy's chest to hear the lulling beat of Neville's heart.
Eyes closed, Neville willed his body to calm. He was extraordinarily tired but Blaise pressed up against him felt electric. It was long minutes before Neville could relax and longer still, fall asleep again.
*****
Clive was awake and gazing at him when Neville stretched in the late morning sun. It took him a moment to realize Blaise was still curled against him, breath even in sleep. Neville unconsciously checked the boy over, making sure Blaise had not grown ill again while they had slept. So far the condition had not returned, but Neville was cautious, afraid that last night would be repeated but with no survivors.
“I did not expect to see you here.” Clive said carefully once Neville had turned his head towards him.
Neville was silent, not sure what to say to the man. He was very upset with the Incubus, Neville knew that much, but was having a difficult time understanding why. The man was... was beautiful...
Neville reached a hand out, carefully tracing across Clive's eyebrow and down the side of his cheek. Clive exhaled noisily, eyes widening at the simple touch. Neville watched, fascinated, as Clive's eyes frosted and lips parted in a quiet pant.
“I felt you die... First Blaise, and then you. I... I could not bear it, Clive.”
Clive tried to look away, but Neville tightened his grip, forcing the man's gaze. “Why? You didn't need to give him everything.”
Licking his lips, Clive finally answered. “It was the only way to truly heal him. I... A lifetime of watching him sleep, Neville. It would have been a lifetime, making sure he didn't die every time he closed his eyes.”
Neville shook his head. Yes, Blaise had been ill, but Clive had thrown his life away. “And what of you, Clive? What life do Blaise and I face, wondering when you will finally give in to your torment and die?”
Clive leaned over Neville, bracing his hand on one side of the mattress as he studied the boy longingly. “As long as you are here, Neville, my torment fades.”
Neville narrowed his eyes at that, certain Clive was avoiding the question. “That is not the torment I mean, and you know it.”
Clive fanned hot breath over Neville's cheek and neck, concealing his expression from the boy. “It... it is the only torment I can think of right now, waking with you here beside us. You are... Gods, you do something to me, little elf.”
Neville swallowed hard as Clive's tongue flicked out and licked his neck. Clive was supposed to be the reserved one, the one in absolute control. This was different... It was exhilarating watching the man's self control crack.
Neville felt Blaise stir, a soft yawn heard somewhere around his chest. Clive noticed it as well, relief taking his features as he pulled Blaise up and hugged him tight. Blaise murmured something agreeable, letting Clive kiss him deep. The dark boy's eyes fluttered open, sighing as kisses rained down his neck and collar. “You seem hungry, Clive.”
“Yes,” Clive said plainly, pulling Blaise's night robe open and pushing it off the boy's shoulders. He stopped, startled by the slashes filled with dried blood on the boy's beautiful dark skin. “Who...?”
“Hmmm? It's nothing. I had thought you were dead.”
Clive hugged the boy again, breathing deep as he did. He let his eyes open, meeting Neville's quiet gaze. Clive began to kiss at the back of Blaise's shoulders, cleaning the wounds with his tongue, his eyes never leaving Neville's.
Neville tried to look away, but couldn't, completely ensnared in the scene before him. Blaise was moaning, head falling back, hands clinging desperately to Clive's shoulders as the man tasted every inch of the boy. One of Clive's hands was pulling at Blaise's pajama bottoms, sliding beneath the band of his pants to cup Blaise's smoothly and pull him in tight.
“Clive...” Blaise breathed the name out slowly, feeling the room spin as he was pushed down on the bed, Clive pinning his muscular body onto him and, oh... Such heat beside him, as well.
Blaise opened his eyes, taking in Neville's tousled hair and violet eyes darkened with lust. “Oh gods... Neville...” He gave a small cry, Clive biting him on his neck, his hot mouth moving over him with such hunger. “Oh gods...”
Blaise gingerly reached his hand out, touching Neville's face as if he didn't quite believe he was real. The boy was solid, firm skin and such ripe lips... Blaise ran his thumb over Neville's red mouth, eyes widening as the lips yielded and white teeth gently bit down.
Clive was grinding down into him, responding to Blaise's overwhelming arousal as Neville watched and ran his tongue languidly over Blaise's hand. It was amazing that the elf could be so calm while Blaise felt certain he was going to twist in knots from the desire building in him.
Clive's tongue had found Blaise's navel, rough stubble prickling his skin while long strands of hair soothed like silk where they fell. Blaise raised his hips, allowing Clive to pull his pants down and off. Clive pinned him still, rubbing his face gently against Blaise's aching length, dropping chaste kisses to the flesh until Blaise could not bear it any longer.
Whimpering, Blaise pulled at Neville's hair, urging the boy to kiss him. Neville was hesitant, torn between watching Blaise writhe wildly on the bed or joining in. Blaise craned his head up, kissing Neville's jaw. “Please, Neville... touch me...” He begged. Blaise felt the boy shudder, felt Neville push him back on the bed and kiss him deeply.
Blaise gave a strangled cry, Clive having stopped his teasing to engulf his cock in one hot move. His back arching from the intense sensation, it took Blaise a moment to find Neville again, the elf's mouth moving over his neck, hand running up and down his side.
“I can't...” Blaise moaned, head thrashing on the bed. Every place Neville touched burned like fire, and Clive... Bless him, Clive had gotten so very good at sucking him off, taking his length in so very very deep and swallowing down.
“Shh,” Neville soothed, biting Blaise's ear, and then his throat, pulling soft needy noises from the boy. Blaise's hips bucked against Clive's steel grip, and Neville watched, his body aching, as Blaise arched again and filled Clive's eager mouth with his release.
“My gods...” Neville whispered as Clive turned ice blue eyes on him. The man did not look sated, but instead ravenous, as if Blaise had only woken his hunger.
Clive climbed up Blaise's body, kissing the dazed boy thoroughly. “Was that good, love?”
“Gods yes...” Blaise mumbled, his body trembling from his orgasm.
“Good... Do you need a moment?” Clive bit the boy's shoulder again, and then laved his tongue over the bruised flesh.
Blaise shook his head, biting on his lip. “No... Take him, Clive. Before I die from this ache inside. Claim him.”
Neville shivered as two pairs of hungry eyes turned to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not think of anything useful. When Clive reached for him, Neville gave no resistance, his body's needs too demanding for his mind to interfere.
Clive's kiss was astonishingly hot for the frosty look the man had. Neville opened to the driving tongue, groaning as strong hands tore at his robe and began running over his back. He could feel Clive's struggle, muscles tight in restraint as he touched Neville as slowly as his need would allow, trying to enjoy the immediate moment instead of the desperate one they were spinning towards.
Hands were on his thighs, pulling Neville's legs apart to wrap around Clive's hips. Neville gasped, looking down at Clive's flushed face and swollen lips as the man rocked his hard erection up against him. “I... uh... oh Hell...”
Clive pulled Neville's face close, kissing slowly across his cheek and jaw. “We won't do anything you're not comfortable with. I promise. Just let us know, beautiful, and we'll stop.”
Neville shook his head, whimpering as the man's hips moved again. “Don't stop... please...”
Clive groaned at the words, hands tightening on Neville's hips. He ground up, feeling the boy's hot length through his thin pajama pants pressing back. “Blaise... love... help Neville.”
Blaise licked his lips, pulling his eyes away from the two. Sitting up, Blaise straddled Clive's thighs and pressed up against Neville's back. He ran hands over the smaller boy, watching as Neville's brown skin turned white when he dug his dark fingers in harder.
“Oh fuck...” Neville felt lost, not sure if to press forward into Clive's passionate touch, or Blaise's sweaty flesh rubbing behind him. He swayed, watching Clive watch him, the man's hands slowly plucking at one of Neville's dark nipples as if it were a ripe berry. Clive leaned up, latching onto the aching flesh with his mouth, delicious fire lancing through Neville.
Blaise sighed softly as Neville threw his head back. He turned the boy's face, kissing him slowly, deeply as he ran fingers over the boy's torso. Clive was still in an exorbitant amount of clothing, and Blaise reached across Neville to push the man's robe off his shoulders and arms, finding the belt and tearing it free of Clive's pale flesh to reveal boxers and nothing else.
Clive began to lick and nip down Neville's chest, causing the boy to cry out repeatedly. Through his daze, Neville felt hands at his waistband, pulling the fabric down oh so gently where his cock strained against the fabric. He gasped, Blaise's fingers curling around the base and massaging where Neville's hardened flesh connected to his body.
Neville's hips shot forward into the touch, only to have Blaise pull him back, his own renewed hardness pressing against one of Neville's bare cheeks. “Oh gods...”
Some sort of communication was passed between Clive and Blaise as Neville's eyes fell shut from the delicious contact. Suddenly he found himself being pulled back against Blaise's long body while Clive's hands removed Neville's pajama bottoms and underwear in one swift motion.
“Clive... fuck him...” Blaise demanded, his mouth breathing hot fire against Neville's neck. “Hard... and deep...” He grabbed Neville's hair and pulled, turning the boy's gasping face to the side. “Would you like that, Neville? Clive buried deep in you... so fucking deep...” Blaise groaned, grinding his hard cock against Neville's back.
Neville nodded dumbly, finding it very difficult to speak with his throat suddenly so dry.
Blaise smiled, biting Neville's shoulder while staring down into Clive's very hungry eyes. “Neville... take Clive's boxers off. Show him how much you want him to fuck you.”
Neville's breath came out in a shattered blast. Clive was staring expectantly, eyes blazing with his desire. The man's pale pale body was taut, toned muscles straining with contained power, nipples pink and hard, and thighs tensed. Neville bent over the man slowly, swallowing hard as he touched the flat muscles of Clive's stomach. They responded, contracting against his fingers.
Neville looked up, snared in Clive's gaze. Something in those eyes made Neville want to beg... to spread his legs wide... crawl to the man until Clive gave him what he so desperately needed...
Neville started, eyes focusing on Blaise's long hand that was now covering his own. Firmly he was guided to the smooth material of Clive's boxers and the large bulge rising up. Lips parting, Neville watched as his hand was pushed onto the hot bulge. Blaise's hand left him, but Neville didn't stop, fingers wrapping around the thick erection barely veiled by the boxers.
“Neville...” Clive groaned, sinking back into the bed as Neville experimentally touched him. Tongue flicking over his lips, Neville began to move his hand up and down the hard rod, feeling the bumps and ridges through the fabric. He wanted more, he realized, and quickly slipped his fingers up the leg of Clive's boxers and touched the damp flesh boldly.
Clive gave a grunt, and dizzily Neville found himself on his back, Blaise beside him, while Clive glared down at him with boxers now on the floor. Neville's eyes fluttered shut as Clive settled between his legs, pressing his toned body slowly on top of Neville's and into the bed. Neville's knees were pulled up and he gripped his thighs tightly to Clive's sides.
Neville felt extraordinarily hot, his head swimming as Blaise's long fingers reached beneath him and began to probe between his cheeks.
“Oh pleasssse...” Neville hissed, his head rolling on the mattress as Blaise pressed a lubricated finger inside him. Clive was so fucking hard against him, and Neville grabbed the man's shoulders, rubbing against him rhythmically. Clive gripped Neville's hips, holding him still, and Neville cried out in frustration.
“Slowly, love... Slowly...” Clive murmured into Neville's neck. Clive met Blaise's eye, watching his lover smirk naughtily before thrusting a second finger into Neville's tight entrance. Neville's body gave a great buck, pushing down onto the fingers, and Clive watched as Blaise's lips parted and the boy quietly moaned.
Clive's young lover had been waiting long agonizing months for the opportunity to finally have Neville, and he was happy to see that Blaise was making the most of it. Blaise had a dazed look in his beautiful yellow eyes and a befuddled smile that made Clive's heart ache to see.
“Another, love.” Clive urged Blaise as he felt Neville try to move into the fingers again, his face flushed deliciously. Clive kissed the young elf's cheek as Neville cried out, three fingers stretching him wide. “Neville, you are so beautiful like this... This should be how you always look, with such beautiful agony on your features.”
Neville could only whimper, his body feeling hot, and tight, and very much desperate. Suddenly the fingers withdrew and Clive was shifting, spreading Neville's thighs wider. Something very hot and very large pressed up against Neville's entrance and the boy moaned, hips trying and failing to push onto Clive's flesh.
Clive's eyes fell shut as he pressed against Neville's tightness. “Slowly...” He reminded Neville, as well as himself. As he carefully pushed forward, Clive could feel Neville's body opening to him, the stretched muscles loosening and clenching around his thick flesh.
“Oh hell... Clive... fuck. Yes...” Neville babbled mindlessly, his body unbelievably full and somehow still, Clive pushed more thick heat inside him. “Clive!” He grabbed onto the the man's biceps, head thrown back as Clive surged forward and buried himself fully into his twitching flesh.
Blaise knelt up, rubbing his face into Clive's shoulder and looking down at Neville. “Look at him, Clive. So fucking gorgeous... I knew he'd like it... Knew he'd take all of you in like that.” Blaise bent down, running a finger gently around where Clive's cock stretched Neville wide. “Fucking tight,” He said approvingly. “Fuck him, Clive. He needs it so bad... so hard...”
Clive gave a growl and grabbed Blaise by the back of the neck and kissed him with bruising force. Blaise opened up readily, hungrily.
Reluctantly Blaise pulled away, saliva dripping down his jaw, and moved over Neville so he could watch the boy's face. Neville was so beautiful and Blaise didn't want to miss a thing. Clive reestablished his grip on Neville's thighs and began to slowly thrust into the boy.
Neville had stopped trying to talk, only able to cry broken aching moans as Clive pumped into him. His body was so tight, he could feel every slow agonizing movement of Clive inside him, burning inside. It was too much... to big... but he couldn't bring himself to even think of stopping. Neville turned his head, blinking blearily at Blaise, who was staring at him intently.
“Do you like it, Neville?” Blaise asked, pushing Neville's damp hair off the boy's face and kissing his forehead sweetly.
“Y-Yes... oh fuck...” Neville whimpered, Clive's thrusts increasing at his words, pushing him up the bed with the force of it.
“You look amazing. Fucking amazing, Neville. Clive's right; this is how you were meant to look all the time.” Blaise ran fingers over Neville's nipple, twisting and rubbing his thumb as the boy thrashed. “Clive is going to bite you... claim you. And then, if your body is strong enough, I am going to do the same. You are going to be ours, Neville, and only ours.”
Blaise gave a lingering lick to Neville's chest and nipple, and then sat back out of the way, feeling Clive's need. Clive bent down Neville's body, mouth kissing every spot he could find. He could feel the young elf tremble, could feel his orgasm approaching. He wrenched Neville's head to the side, revealing the thick cords of muscle on the right side of his throat.
“Neville, do you want this?” Clive asked, his voice sending a writhing group of shadows rising up around them.
He could feel the boy's body very much in need, desperate to be with the two Incubi, but Clive knew the body did not rule the mind and he needed to be sure. His own body, unfortunately, did not wish to give the boy the option. He wanted to slam into the tight boy, take the wanton flesh and fill him, mark him inside as his own.
“Clive?” Neville whimpered, not understanding why the maddening thrusting had stopped, but very much missing it. “Please... more...”
Close enough, Clive thought, opening his mouth wide and scrapping his teeth slowly over Neville's neck. Neville moved into the touch, and that was even more an affirmation of consent. Groaning, Clive bit down, slowly sinking his teeth in until the skin was pierced and blood filled his sense.
Neville cried out from the pain, the fucking agonizing, delicious pain that pulsed red and white behind his eyes. He pushed into Clive's still hips, urging the man to fuck him. Teeth still clamped into Neville's neck, Clive complied, slamming into him with barely restrained energy.
Blaise looked on, thumb pressing to his mouth, eyes wide with desire. “That's it, Clive... fucking take him. Make him yours...”
Clive gave a shout as Neville tightened around him, the boy's cock swelling between them and spurting cum onto their stomachs. Clive buried himself deep into Neville's clenching channel, pushing forward as his own release hit, filling the now claimed boy with his seed. Still Clive bit Neville's throat, unwilling to let go just yet.
“Clive, love, you're hurting him.” Blaise bent to the man, pulling his long gray-blue hair out of the way and kissing at Clive's neck.
Clive let go reluctantly, breathing hard as he looked down at Neville's face. The boy was stunning, flushed, chest heaving for air, eyes barely able to stay open. Clive slowly pulled his softening erection out of Neville, watching him whimper in protest at the loss.
“Neville, are you alright?' Clive asked, moving to the side so that was no longer crushing the boy with his weight.
“Yes... good...” Neville answered simply, his hand moving up to probe at the flesh where Clive had bit him. “Blaise... need Blaise...” He added, eyes looking blindly for the boy.
Blaise appeared on his other side, running fingers over Neville's claiming mark as well. And then, looking down, into the white liquid on Neville's stomach, licking his fingers of the cum.
Neville grabbed the boy's arm. “Blaise... need you...”
Blaise's breath hitched at the want in Neville's eyes. “...Clive, can you roll him over?”
“Better yet...” Clive lifted Neville easily and settled beneath the boy, letting Neville's knees rest to either side of his waist. He kissed Neville gently, hands moving to the boy's tight cheeks, and between where sore flesh dripped seed.
Blaise watched as Clive's fingers probed Neville slowly, drawing aching groans from the smaller boy. “Blaise...” Neville called again, his hips rocking back in invitation.
“My gods...” Blaise moaned, quickly moving to Neville and settling behind the beautiful sight. Clive's pale hands spread Neville's cheeks wide while Blaise guided the head of his dark cock to Neville's entrance.
“He's tight, isn't he?” Clive commented to Blaise as his lover's eyes rolled back into his head from the sensation. Neville gave a great moan, pushing back onto the thickness impaling him.
“V-very!” Blaise gripped Neville's hips hard, pushing himself in deep, feeling the flesh open up to him. “Fuck...”
“Blaise...” Neville cried out, and Blaise heard the absolute need. He bent over the boy, finding the mark on the side of Neville's throat, and biting hard. Neville gave a shudder, and then a wail, his whole body shaking as Blaise began to slam into his abused flesh with abandon.
“You're doing so well, Neville.” Clive murmured soothingly, gently wiping at the tears streaking the boy's face. As sweet as Blaise was, the boy was a possessive and brutal lover when it came to fucking, just the first of what would be to come as Blaise grew into his Dark Lustre genetics. Clive had made sure to stretch Neville thoroughly before letting Blaise's large cock anywhere near the elf's tightness.
Thankfully, even though the little elf looked deceptively delicate, he was more than capable of bearing Blaise's passions. Clive was not surprised to feel Neville rock back into the forceful thrusts, his spent flesh half renewed by the possessive claiming.
Neville cried out weakly as Blaise gave a finally hard push into him and filled him with his seed.
“Fuck... fuck... fuck...” Blaise gasped, releasing his teeth from Neville's throat and grinding into the boy's body, trying to reach even deeper. “Fucking mine.” He growled, pulling back so he could slam into the Neville's aching channel again, and again.
Clive licked his lips, watching the beautiful agony of Neville as Blaise claimed him as his own. He wondered how long Blaise would go at it, now that his young Incubus was feeling better. From Clive's own experience, Blaise could be very relentless in making sure his lover's body remembered his shape and size.
Blaise was unrelenting, even as he heard Neville sob. He pulled Neville's hips back so that the boy was folded with ass up in the air, and drove into him again, watching as Clive supported the boy readily. “Mine,” Blaise bit out, “Fucking mine. Tell me, Neville,” Blaise demanded, slamming into the boy again, loving the cry Neville made in response. “Tell me.”
“Y-your's... Blaise...” Neville managed to get out, his head spinning dizzily, body aching, magic running over his skin from the fresh bonds on his throat. And Blaise... Blaise's ever constant cock bruising into him.
“Damn... fucking... straight!” Blaise gave a final, bone jarring thrust into Neville, burying himself in and pushing the boy down onto Clive, where Blaise then settled, crushing Neville between the two of them.
Neville didn't mind, feeling boneless and floating, even with the weight of Blaise to keep him grounded, outside and within. He sighed as Clive ran strong fingers over his face, and a rough tongue to lick at his stray remaining tears.
Neville didn't think much of anything before falling asleep, besides how tired, warm, and full he felt, and what a pleasure it was to be held so tight.
Clive met Blaise's eye as the boy gave a great yawn and wiggled towards comfortable. “He is a feast, love. The power this little elf raised... I didn't know such a thing was possible. He could drown us in a kiss.”
Blaise nodded, something dark and painful flashing in his eyes. “Clive, he burns me. I-I don't think I can ever be free of this feeling... this madness... I had thought to have him would relieve it, but...” Blaise swallowed hard, letting Clive trace his features kindly.
“It is alright, love. Do you feel him in your mind now? The ache will ease as the connection grows.”
Blaise shook his head. He could feel Neville's presence in his head so much stronger now since he had bit the boy and claimed him. But the power in that connection threatened to overwhelm him, not sooth. “He is glorious, Clive. Unbearably so. This... this love is very much misery.”
“Hush now. I promise you, Blaise, it will ease. Just as I promised Neville would come to us. You must give it time. Not all emotions are easy.”
Blaise nodded, believing because he had to believe. He could not imagine how he would continue if the ache remained. It was difficult enough before, but now Blaise's body was strong and could twist and bend whatever way needed to beg for Neville to be with him always.
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