Harry Potter Fetish Fic

Teaser Drabble: Taken

2006-10-18T03:39:55Z

Title: Taken
Author/Artist: jedipirate
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Sirius
Warnings/Kinks/Squicks/Fetish: slash, non-con, bondage, slave-trade (not necessarily in that order)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein, and no money is being made from this work.
A/N: I wrote this as a teaser for a full-length fic to be posted in the very near future.
The year is 1982. The war has recently ended... and someone has acquired a new toy.

He's standing there, naked, hard, gorgeous... and utterly resentful.
An exchange of money, a handshake... and the tug of a leash. He is bought.
Time ticks by too slowly, practically a crawl before they are finally at the house.
No time for the bedroom, his master wants him now.
Clothes shed; he's bent over the table, legs spread and hands still bound behind him.
A little lube, some plying fingers... and there.
He's crying out, writhing, screaming ineffectual curses.
Hole tight, he's stretched open further with each thrust.
A hand around his prick; no release was ever so painfully welcome.

hp_fetish @ 2006-02-08T09:08:00

2006-02-08T17:09:05Z

You know, I'm finding this to be a bit not fair. It's my birthday, and you're all getting the fic. Ah, well. Maybe you'll like it? *shrugs*

Title: Mending the Break
Author: Krissie
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Pairing: Seamus/Draco
Word count: 4256
Disclaimer: Yeah. So not mine. I don't own the Olympics, either. Or even a pair of skates.
Warnings: Um...hospital sex? There's lots of 'em in here. Let's play "Spot the Fetish!"
A/N: I killed three birds with one fic here, I did. First, it's for jadarene, after her S/D limericks got her hooked on my pairing. XD The Skater!Draco is for orionnoire, because I mentioned it and she told me to write it or die. Not really, but you know. And then, it's for the work fetish thing over at hp_fetish that technically ended like a month ago, but I'm slow and went through a crapload of beta on this to make it presentable. On that note...thank you to arashikurobara, orionnoire, and persekore for the beta jobs. Oh, and, as usual, the title sucks horribly.

Also! In response, jadarene limerick'd this! Check it out here!!

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Draco smiled to himself as he sped effortlessly around the ice rink, preparing to land his third quad axel of the night. Sure, this was only the warm up for the long program, but it mattered that he land them all tonight. He was skating in the European Championships tonight, and he was favoured to take the gold.

That made him proud. He'd made a name for himself in this world, and not even his own. Nobody in this world knew him past the name he adopted after the war, the name he had taken to avoid his past: Donovan Mabon. He turned, ready to make the jump, when he heard someone call his name. No, not his, not anymore--

"Malfoy! Draco!" the vaguely familiar voice called, somehow heard over the din from the rest of the crowd. It threw the man, though, and he lost his concentration, falling to the ice, a sharp pain shooting up his leg.

"Fuck!" He screamed, not caring who heard. "Shit!" Somehow, he managed to hobble to his feet--okay, make that foot. He knew his ankle was broken. Nothing else could hurt this much.

"Fuck," he said again, this time resigned. There was no way he could skate today, not without outing himself as a wizard. The medics were on the ice, trying to pull him over to the kiss and cry to get the skate off his already swelling ankle. Draco looked around, trying to see who had yelled for him. Most of the faces were unknown to him, just fans of the sport, nameless smiles and signs...but there. In the front row, near the judges booth. He knew that face.

"Come on, then, Donny. We're going to see what's wrong," his coach said softly, squeezing his hand.

"I know what's wrong. My bloody ankle's broke. We're out of the running," he snapped at the man, wincing as his skate was roughly pulled off.

"Maybe it's just sprained. We'll get you a painkiller. Think if you had to skate you could?"

Draco gave the man a look, one that conveyed just how stupid that idea sounded. "My bones are smashed enough already. Nothing could make me cut my career shorter than it already is by skating on this foot, Greg."

"What were you thinking out there? You had it set, and then you just collapsed," Greg chided, Draco's coach before anything else.

"I...I saw someone I used to know. It startled me," he answered softly, hissing when a particularly careless medic twisted his ankle while splinting it.

"Who? I'll get security to bring them here. I'm owed an explanation as to why my star skater's going to spend his shining moment in the ER." The medics had brought in a wheelchair for Draco, but he waved them off, getting to his feet shakily and hobbling to the rink edge.

He was still there. Draco knew that sandy hair. "There," he said, pointing. The man was still there, and Draco placed him now. "Finnigan."

"Finnigan?"

"Bloke I...went to school with." Draco ignored the medics, then carefully stepped onto the ice, seeing how badly his leg hurt, if there was any way he could skate. He cursed loudly, falling on his arse.

There wasn't a way.

Draco watched as security took hold of Seamus, bringing him over to where Greg stood, and smiled slightly as his coach gave the Irishman hell. Slowly, he slid back to the edge of the rink, shaking his head. "Painkillers. Now," he managed to say. "Hospital after."

In an instant, he had been set in the wheelchair, eyes closed, hands tight on the armrests. He could've made it to the Olympics. He could've won the gold. And now, because he had to come back...

"Drac-- Donovan, I'm sorry. Didn't think you'd recognise me," Seamus said softly, hurrying alongside the wheelchair.

"You couldn't have waited until I'd finished the jump?" Draco snapped in return, still not looking at the boy he used to know so well. "Bloody stupid Mick." He knew they were loading him into the ambulance, but he just didn't care. He couldn't skate, what's the worst that could happen now?

"Okay, I deserved that--hey, I'm coming with him!"

Draco made a mental note to never wonder if things could get worse. "You deserve worse for this." The blond finally met Seamus's eyes, his loathing obvious. "I fucking had it, Finnigan! I could have won! You destroyed my chances!"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Seamus sounded like he truly was sorry, but Draco wasn't taking chances.

"So why the hell did you yell for me? And by my name, no less?"

"Because I'd heard rumours. And I missed you."

"Missed me? You're the one who ran off to Ireland and forgot about me!" Draco growled, kicking his uninjured leg at Seamus's shin. "And now you've come back to ruin what I've made for myself. Thank you, Finnigan, ever so fucking much."

"Mr. Mabon, please stay still. Don't jar that break," the paramedic said, placing a hand on his arm.

"I can't do much worse to it," Draco replied, looking down at his leg. "I'll be off the ice for months." He shot a glare at Seamus. "I'm out of the Olympics, and it'll be another season before I'm able to compete again, and even then I'll be less likely to win, because of this fucking break!" He screamed that last part, wanting to cry because everything he'd worked for was gone.

"I told you, I'm sorry, Dra-- Donovan! What more can I do?"

"Get the fuck out of my life again! You didn't have to come back!" I'd just gotten over you.

"I did have to, and you know it as well as I. There's too much..." Seamus waved his arm between them, shrugging. "...too much bad between us. And we're going to talk."

"Not until this leg stops hurting, we're not." And Draco shut his eyes again, refusing to acknowledge the others in the ambulance until they reached the hospital. His mind was racing. He hadn't seen Seamus since just after graduation. That's when the Irishman went back home to his mum, and left Draco behind, not giving a shit that it nearly broke the blond! Draco had been so hurt he'd run to the Muggle world, finding a passion for figure skating. He'd changed his name, cut off all ties to his past life, and he was happy. He was the best.

Two hours later, four more painkillers had finally dulled the aching in his body, and he was propped up in bed, hands pressed against his face as he tried to stop shaking. So close. So close. He had it locked up.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts, and he sighed. "Enter," he said softly, knowing it was Seamus on the other side before the handle turned. "Haven't you done enough to fuck up my life already?"

"That's why I came back. To fix it."

Draco glanced at the 'Call Nurse' button beside his hand. At least he could get some privacy in a hurry if he really wanted Seamus out. "Fix it? How? By breaking my heart again?" The blond fell silent for a moment, shaking his head. "I don't know if I can deal with that."

"So you think you're the only one I hurt?" Seamus scoffed. "You always were a drama whore." The Irishman closed the door and crossed the room, sitting on the edge of Draco's bed. "You don't know how much it hurt me to leave you, Draco."

"I rather think I do know how much it hurt you!" Draco snapped, crossing his arms across his chest.

"How much then?"

"Obviously, not much!"

"You're wrong! It killed me to leave you, Draco! Felt like I'd ripped my heart out!"

"Why did you, then? Why fuck up everything we had going for us by...by just leaving?"

"Because my family needed me. It was an emergency. My father...he was sick. I didn't have time for niceties, beyond telling you why I was going home, and by the time I came back, you'd already left and nobody knew where you'd gone."

"I needed to get away. I couldn't bear to see the...I hated it. I hated how everyone was so fucking happy and I wasn't, okay? I'd already lost everything to my name, and then I lost you. I couldn't stand it."

"So you went Muggle? And not even into obscurity, if you were so bent on not being found..."

Draco shrugged, running his fingers over the edge of his cast. All the way to his knee. He's be in physical therapy for months before he got his leg back to skating form. "You know me. Never could settle for second best."

Seamus was silent for a minute, then stilled Draco's hand with his own. "I'm not second best, you know."

"Gods, how many movies did you watch to come up with that cliché?" the skater said, stifling a laugh.

"Oh, shut it, Malfoy. It's true, and you damn well know that."

Draco nodded. "I know. That's what hurt."

"That you lost the best?"

"That I'd lost you."

Seamus looked over at the door, as if expecting someone to walk in and ruin this moment, then back at Draco. "I didn't want to lose you. But I did. And then, there you were, staring out from the telly, and I had to find you. To apologise for everything." He smiled weakly. "Didn't plan to break your leg in the process."

"Just a lucky bonus?"

The door opened, and a giggling, blushing young nurse stuck her head in. "Mr. Mabon, do you need anything? Something to eat, or another aspirin?" She stopped, looking at the closeness between the two men sitting on the bed, narrowing her eyes, as though she had claim to the injured star. "Or this gentleman to leave you alone?"

"I'd like to have some privacy," Draco growled. "I've had a shitty day, and this man's the reason. He's going to fix it, if he knows what's good for him, and tell the rest of your staff to leave us be, or you can be sure to hear from my lawyer." Then, he smiled slightly at Seamus. "Being famous has its perks," he explained as the nurse hurried to shut the door behind her.

"You don't need to be famous to command that sort of respect. I remember how you could make the entire Order cower in fear when you wanted to," Seamus recalled fondly, squeezing Draco's hand. "But stop changing the subject, will you? I'm trying to win you back."

"Not so hard to do that, Seamus. All you had to do was ask." Draco leaned forward, grunting with the effort of moving his leg out of the way without knocking into Seamus, wrapping his arms around the boy and sighing. "I never could say no to you. Bloody pathetic weakness, it is."

"Blame the Irish charm. It's what everyone else does." Draco laughed slightly.

"Don't think this lets you off for ruining my Olympic dream," he said softly, pressing his lips to the man's neck.

"Think a quick shag would help my case?"

"Subtle, Finnigan, really subtle."

"Does that mean no?"

"It means I'd better be topping, and that I can't move this leg very far until the plaster finishes drying, so you'd better plan on straddling me." Seamus grinned, turning his head to meet Draco's lips softly.

"You so set against our ways I can't cast a charm or two to make sure we're left alone?"

Draco shook his head, smiling wide. "Let them come. Everyone assumes figure skaters are gay anyway, why not prove them right?"

Seamus looked around the small white room, seeing no cameras, only one window, but being on the second floor made that safe, and only the buzzer to alert the staff to any problems..."Oh, what the hell?" he muttered, and pushed Draco back to the bed, kissing him deeply.

Draco lost himself in the kiss, holding tight to Seamus's shoulders. "Tell me how you found me," he asked softly, nipping the tip of the other man's nose. "Tell me why it took you eight years to come back to me."

"Well, originally, it was my family. My father...he died, you know that, and I had to take care of the arrangements and make sure my mother was alright. Nasty legal battles, there... And without him there to work, I had to bring in the money." Seamus stopped, running a hand through Draco's hair, remembering a time when he was the only person who could get away with that. "Odd jobs didn't do it for me; I could barely put enough food on the table to feed us, never mind paying the other bills. Didn't have time for anything else.

"So I started working in the Muggle world. Paid a bit more, and it was easy, with a bit of magic. But I knew I could bring in more than that." Soft fingers touched Seamus's face, and Draco pulled him closer for a hug.

"How'd you do it?"

"Started stealing. It wasn't hard; did enough of it during the war that it's second nature anyway, and you wouldn't believe the money people will pay to have me nick something from a family member." Seamus grinned, pleased with himself and the niche he'd made for himself. "Got really good at it, too. You know, I've even sold things to museums. Nobody questions, and if they did, there's always Obliviate. Never gave up my magic like you. Made it bloody hard to find you."

"Then how did you? Come on, Finnigan, I need to know why you're back."

"Because I never wanted to leave you, I told you! And one night, I saw you on the news, you’d won some competition or other, and I knew it was you. Different name, but I’d know you anywhere. Your hair, your eyes, your arse..." The Irishman let his hands fall to Draco’s trousers, toying with the button as he spoke. "Found out when and where you’d be skating next, and spent far more than I probably should have on the ticket for what amounted to a back row seat. Tried again, and again, and again to get closer, but I never got close enough, not until today, and, well, you know the rest."

"A broken ankle and a snog on a hospital bed," Draco answered, pressing his hips up to meet Seamus's hands, moaning softly. "Hurry it up, would you?"

"Patience is a virtue," Seamus singsonged, and Draco groaned.

"Fucking tease..."

"That's why you love me," Seamus replied cheekily.

Draco paused, looking up at Seamus. "Do you still love me?" Seamus shrugged, and Draco had his answer. "The feeling's returned," he whispered, smiling slightly. "But I might change my mind if you don't do something--anything."

Seamus chuckled, pressing his hand against the bulge in Draco's trousers and rubbing roughly. "There's something," he said amiably, leaning down for another deep kiss.

"What, do I need to give you step-by-step instructions?"

"Might be helpful. It has been a few years, after all," Seamus shot back, grinning madly at Draco's obvious frustration.

"Damn you. Unbutton my trousers, prick." Seamus did so, fingers slipping further under the fabric to tease the wiry hair under the man's briefs. "The zip, too. Gods, you're slow on the uptake."

"Making you work for it, Malfoy. Nothing good was ever easy, you know." Down went Draco's zipper, and so did Seamus's fingers, barely brushing Draco's cock.

"You'd better be worth it. Down with them."

"How far down?" Seamus pulled his trousers down just past his thighs, enough that he had access to the lovely body before him. "That good?" He'd always rather liked fucking with his clothes on. Bit of a kink.

"It's good, Seamus, but please, hurry it up? I'll start begging, and I'm in no mood to beg today," Draco threatened, knowing his words were lost to the Irishman. "Look, get those trousers off, and get ready to be fucked. Easy enough to understand, or should I use smaller words?"

"I understood you perfectly, Malfoy. Sure hope you know what you're getting into." Seamus grinned, sliding down the bed until he was face to face with Draco's underwear, and he mouthed the hard erection pulling the fabric taut, purring softly. "Get those things off while I strip, or you won't be getting my arse anytime soon."

Draco moaned softly, arching against Seamus's mouth desperately...until that hot mouth moved away. "Stop distracting me, and I will," he growled, struggling to free his erection without moving his leg too much. This would be interesting, he decided. He'd never had to keep his legs still without being tied down before. But he really didn't need to hurt his leg further. The sooner it healed, the sooner he could do this again.

Oh, and skate. The sooner he could start skating again, and he'd win the next Olympics, and he'd have the gold, and--

Seamus's trousers were off, and he was stroking himself lightly. Draco remembered the last time he'd been in this position, face to face with the Irishman's groin. It was the night before Seamus had left him. But it had been bittersweet, much unlike this feeling now, this feeling of pure desire and desperation. Unfortunately, Draco was in no mood to see if he tasted the same. He needed Seamus, right now.

"Our way, or the Muggle way?" Seamus asked breathlessly, already reaching for his wand.

"Just do it, Finnigan," Draco growled, and Seamus whispered the same spell he'd always used, sliding two fingers into himself to prepare himself for Draco. "No, no, no. That's my job," the injured man added, gripping Seamus's hips as he pulled him closer, sliding his own fingers inside his opening, leaning up for a kiss.

This was familiar territory; Seamus tasted the same as he always did, with maybe just a hint of alcohol that hadn't been there before. He must have had a drink recently, Draco decided, tongue searching out the deepest parts of the man's mouth.

Seamus moaned, and Draco added another finger. He couldn't wait much longer, and judging by the sounds Seamus was making, he couldn't wait, either. So he pulled his fingers out, ready for more, if Seamus was.

"Ready for me?" he asked, and the Irishman nodded, legs spread, arse hovering above Draco's cock for just a moment before he sank down slowly, adjusting to the feeling of being so full. "Oh, fuck," Draco swore softly, sliding his hands under Seamus's shirt, touching the hard muscles almost reverently.

"That would be the general idea," Seamus teased him, beginning to rock his hips slowly.

Draco’s hands gripped the man’s waist, setting a faster pace for their movements. "General idea a little bit harder," he ordered, "Before I do it myself."

"And we can’t have the ice prince working hard for anything, can we?"

"Do you really want me to shove you off the bed?"

"Want me to fall for you like you did for me out on the ice, then?"

Draco scowled slightly. "Prick."

"Oh, shut it and let’s get on with it." Seamus sat up slightly, forcing Draco deeper inside his arse, moaning softly. "I'm going to regret those eight years apart, aren't I?" he breathed, leaning back. His hand bumped something hard: Draco's cast. He'd almost forgotten. He began to move a little slower, wary of hurting the man in any way.

"You'd better regret it, and spend the next eight repenting," Draco shot back, his words slightly garbled by a moan. Seamus was hot and tight, and so familiar. He gripped the man's erection tightly, matching each stroke over his own cock with a twist of his hand on Seamus's.

The two men moved together slowly, desperately, needily, remembering so much and learning each other all over again. Words of love were whispered softly, gentle hands warm on sweat-soaked skin.

Draco came first; the emotions of the day filling him up before he spilled inside Seamus, gasping his name. Seamus followed soon after, covering Draco's hand with semen, and no doubt dripping on his shirt.

For a moment, it was awkward; Seamus was sure he wanted to curl up in Draco's arms, but what if Draco had just wanted the sex and nothing more? Or pushed him away? Seamus didn't want that rejection.

His worries were put to rest, however, when Draco pulled him close, cheek to cheek, as they caught their breath.

"Great," Draco said, once he could speak again, Seamus laying on top of him, nuzzling his neck. "Now my hand and my leg itch. Damn cast."

"At least you had fun making one of those itch," the Irishman rationalised, and Draco snorted.

"Don't be such a twat. Both of them are your fault."

"I'll make it better. Just tell me how." Seamus looked up, brushing Draco's hair from his forehead.

Draco smiled slightly. "I'll think of a proper punishment later. Right now, you'd best clean us up before Greg comes back to check on me. They must've picked the team by now..."

"I really didn't mean it, you know. I'd've been so proud if you'd made it in."

"If?" Draco scoffed. "You hold so little faith in me."

"Right, right, when you'd made the team," Seamus agreed, rolling his eyes. "Egotistical brat."

"But every word of it's true. I'd have been the best shot for gold if I weren't here right now." Draco sighed, looking melancholy. He really had wanted to win.

"Hey, none of that. There's always next time." Seamus pressed a soft kiss to Draco's forehead, then whispered the spell to clean them both. "I'm not sure I'd have been willing to let you go so soon anyway. I've just got you back."

"Oh, I'll be making it to the next Olympics, don't doubt that. And I'll take the gold, too. Should my scores not be as high as they might be, I expect you to lodge formal complaints by way of making the judges score me higher." Draco grinned, and Seamus smiled weakly.

"Slytherin to the core still, aren't you? Wanting me to cheat if you happen to do less than perfect..."

Draco swatted the man's arm lightly. "Shut it. I only meant that should I not get brilliant scores I expect you to make it so. It's not cheating, it's tweaking the results to where they should be. Now put your trousers back on before someone decides to come in. Gods know that little nurse is probably standing outside the door, listening to what we're getting up to as it is." The sudden thump from the other side of the door seemed to support his point, and Seamus laughed softly, kissing Draco deeply once again before pulling away to begin dressing himself.

"That mean you want me to go? So you and...what's his name, Greg? So you and he can talk?"

Draco paused a moment, then struggled to pull his pants up and make himself look presentable again. "Stay. We're...well, we're together now, aren't we?" Or did I just misread sympathy?

Seamus broke out in a huge smile, then moved in close for a deep, relieved kiss. "I think we could be together. Though it wasn't exactly my intention for it to work out this way. Really, I just wanted to clear the air and then let you live your life."

"I'd rather live it with you than without. Now, do I look decent?" Draco ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it down, though it still looked mussed.

"A Greek God, you are," Seamus said, bowing low. "Were I but worthy to stand in your presence."

"Prick." Draco simply said, and he opened his mouth to continue, but the door opened then, and Greg walked in.

"Well, you would've beat everyone else, hands down, Don," he said, barely glancing at Seamus as he walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, "But Lyall took your spot." Greg stopped, looking at the Irishman, who had inched his way toward the door. "What are you still doing here? Donny, you want him out?"

"Greg, stop. We...worked out our differences." Draco smiled at Seamus, whose expression softened in response.

Greg looked between the two, understanding dawning. "Oh. Oh." An awkward silence followed. "Right, then. Should I leave you two...?"

"That won't be necessary. Dra--ah, sorry, Donovan, I'll just leave my number? So you can call me when you've got a free moment. No doubt you and your coach are waiting for me to leave so you can curse my name, right?" Seamus smiled winningly, backing out of the room slowly.

"Hey--I love you, yeah?"

Seamus paused, then nodded. "Feeling's mutual. Call me when you're feeling a bit better."

And with that, he left, Draco smiling after him.

"Love him?" Greg's words cut through Draco's thoughts, and the man in question nodded.

"Never stopped. You okay with it?"

"Just don't let it get in the way of your recovery or career. And next season, if you miss so much as one practice, so help me I'll make sure you regret it."

Draco laughed. "Seamus won't let me miss. He'll be too proud when I beat the pants off the competition." He sat up straighter, looking at his coach intently. He was ready for Seamus to begin pampering him. "So, uh...I'm feeling better. Did you want to curse Seamus's name a while more, or can I call him now?"

Challenge extension

2006-01-12T21:54:37Z

Hi, everyone!

Since a few people have expressed their need for more time, Krissie and I have decided to offer an extension for our holiday challenge. It was previously due next Sunday, the 15th and will be extended to January 22d.

Wishing you all a good end of holidays/return to school or work,
Paula and Krissie

New challenge

2005-12-13T21:29:07Z

Holiday challenge!

In fact, the title is misleading; in order to cheer us all up when the dreaded back to school/work date rears its ugly head, we’re launching a "welcome back to work/school" challenge!

The guidelines:

*Pick any fetish or kink.

*All fics and art must take place in the office or the classroom (it doesn’t have to be the character’s classroom or office). Be creative! It can be at the MoM, in a teacher’s office, during class, in a Mediwitch’s examination room, etc.

*All fics and arts are due the 15th of January.

*There is no word limit.

*Feel free to post whenever you’re done.

Enjoy the challenge, everyone!

Paula and Krissie.

As a side note, non-challenge fic and art are always welcome, so if anyone of you wishes to post holiday fic or art, you’re welcome to do so!

hp_fetish @ 2005-10-31T19:41:00

2005-11-01T01:44:44Z

Title: The Importance of Accepting Boundaries
Author/Artist: devils_fantasy

Rating: R
Warnings/Kinks/Squicks/Fetish: endytophilia
Disclaimer: Sex.
A/N: NOT SNACO! Be happy.

Endytophilia - Refers to preferring a sex partner to be clothed rather than naked during sex.

He relaxed back into the other boy’s hold, wondrously aroused and seamlessly content to be dry-humping like a fourth-year behind Hagrid’s stables. That hot, sharp-toothed mouth fastened to the vulnerable curve behind his ear and suckled, raising red welts that he would only just remember to spell away in the morning. He slid his arms from holding his torso down to frame his hips, and then curled his hands behind him to tuck under the thick woolen robe and over the light wool of trousers, cupping the other’s firm arse and stroking, over and over, against the slightly rough surface. His hands heated with the motion as the mouth at his neck moved down to clamp, lips hard over teeth, over the muscle webbing his neck to his shoulder. He turned around, damp skin flashing cold into the crisp air, and pulled the other’s ass forward until the bowls of their hips met and clashed, hipbones and cocks flickering over another and retreating, finally settling into a puzzle-piece stance that left them joined so closely that he could feel the ridges the edge of the other boy’s boxers made across his upper thighs. His hands moved restlessly over the other’s back, reveling in the tight, blocky feel of the starched shirt and the contrasting smoothness of muscled flesh underneath. He slid his hands further up and curled his fingers into the other’s collar from behind, cold against hot flesh. The boy shuddered against him and sighed, and he claimed the expelled breath with expert tongue.

“Tonight?” The word pressed past his teeth and snaked down his spine. He had put this off before, and his reservations still held, but he had promised.

“Tonight.” And he devoured, pressing the other against the rough wooden wall, head cupped in protective hand but his other hand traced a thousand blazing trails over torso and arms, feeling the creases of cloth against skin and the odd barely-catching texture of fine cotton stirring his fingers and tongue to greater measures.

“Now?” This was a plea, choked out around the arousal that lay thick in the other’s stomach and mouth. He sighed with resignation.

“Now.”

They continued their battle of bodies in the shadow of every tree they passed on the interminable trek back up the hill, and separated with a regretful sigh into the lonely cold as first Draco Malfoy, and then Harry Potter, crept into the Great Hall. Once past the eyes of the students, Draco tried to tell Harry where to find the Slytherin Common Room, but Harry only smirked and pushed him towards the stairs. Draco continued towards his rooms while Harry snaked off towards some unknown task.

Past the guardian wall, Draco slumped into the sanctity of his private rooms. He summoned his private stores of tea and put the water on to boil himself, if only to give him something to do with his hands. Too soon the curls of steam were scented with bergamot and milk earned him the precise shade of caramel he most enjoyed, and he had nothing more to do but ponder the passing of time and let his hands heat around the heavy porcelain of the oversized cup, souvenir of his mother’s most recent trip to America. For all of his consideration, when the stone creaked to warn him that his outermost wards were being broached, he had no idea of what to do. He spoke the spell to let the intruder pass, and Harry stumbled, red-cheeked, into the room.

“Sorry; had a terrible time getting away from McGonagall. The old cat wanted to hand over her detentions again, if you can believe it! But anyway,” his hands went to the collar of his shirt, crisp button-down, as if to loosen his tie. When he moved, however, to the second button, Draco called out.

“Please, don’t.” He blushed, but said no more, focused once again on his tea.

“I was just getting the bag out.” Harry spoke softly, and Draco looked up. “I nicked a bit of a snack from the kitchens, but Hermione still pesters me for bothering the House Elves overmuch, so I’ve taken to hiding the goodies whenever I might be seen.” Indeed, he took what looked, at first, to be a leather food wallet from the inside of his shirt. When he broached it, however, it expanded rapidly into a full wicker basket. A loaf of bread, two types of cheese, and a wrapped package of meats were offset by a thermos of soup, pears, and…

“Pumpkin juice?” Draco asked incredulously. Harry was rather renowned for overdoing his alcohol.

Harry blushed from the tips of his ears to the hollow at the base of his throat. “I’m trying to cut back. Drinking seemed fine when I had a world to save, but now that that’s done…” He trailed off, but Draco caught his eyes and smiled broadly.

“Good.”

They fell to with little restraint, acting more the youths of their past than the allegedly staid professors they had become. Soon the food became a scattering of crumbs, and Draco watched with a new kind of hunger as Harry lipped a slice of pear from his knife.

When even the knife was set aside, and they began to taste again of each other, Draco rose and brought Harry with him, and pushed him gently towards the doorway that had once led to the student rooms. The dormitory now housed a maze of storerooms and potions laboratories, as well as warded saferooms for spoils of war deemed too precious for the Ministry or Gringotts to even know about. The large room set aside for seventh year boys, however, with its view just above the surface of the lake, was now Draco’s bedchamber.

Draco maneuvered Harry towards the bed, stilling the other’s questing hands with his own grip and intent caresses. He slid his fingers up, into the back of Harry’s shirt, and pushed him with his hips back onto the bed. His hands trapped between the scarred satin of Harry’s back and the soft, worn weave of his clothes, Draco began to explore the stubbled juncture of neck and jaw with his tongue, tracing lines up and over the contours of his flesh, until their lips met and their hips jolted together. Harry, question in his moan, pulled at the buttons of Draco’s shirt, and took silence for acquiescence as he undid each in turn. When Draco’s shirt flapped open over the two of them and he pulled away, hands still underneath Harry, for appraisal, Harry dove to capture a pebbled nipple in his mouth. He moved his hands over Draco’s form as if he were an artist, seeking to sculpt clay, but had found the natural shape too perfect for improvement.

When he slid his hands over Draco’s back and then over his shoulders, dragging at the cloth of his shirt and hinting that he wished the garment removed, Draco gave in with no little trepidation. But when Harry’s hands flew to buttons, it was those on Draco’s fly that received the treatment. He considered Draco’s legs with the same reverence given his torso, and when he finally, exactingly, lowered Draco’s boxers over his aching cock, he bowed and proceeded to twist and turn the blond man, fingers and tongue flying to pleasure points across his body, his own pleasure centered in the other’s.

Draco’s fingers caught and released, caught and released, in the many-textured folds of Harry’s clothing. He had thrown off his cloak but remained fully clad as he played Draco’s body, but when he finally pushed back and began to scrabble at his own clothing, Draco felt more resigned than anything else. He sank back onto the bed and closed his eyes, concentrating on the long, loose feeling of his body.

The harsh rasp of a zip brought him back aware, though, followed as it was by fingers against his stomach. He turned and his eyes widened, captured by the rosy cock rising proud from Harry’s fist, boxers pulled back to cover the rough edges of his fly, body still covered by that wondrous cloth. Harry looked at him, understanding amusement and hesitant questions flickering across his too-expressive face, but his face seamed into a smile as Draco flung himself at him, straddling him and stealing his smile with his kisses.

When they moved together, Draco clasped desperately at the smooth cloth, feeling the rasp and glide, so different than the sweaty slick flanks of the Dark Lord’s heaving minions. Harry moaned under the tight grasp of Draco’s ass around him, the fingers tracing, through that all-important barrier, his too-tender, too-vivid scars.

When they moved together, they fell apart.

When they moved together, they were healed.

When they moved together, they were understood.

Mod Post

2005-10-26T01:51:28Z

The second challenge is officially closed. Here is the submitted art:

Flying High, by harkskar, DM/HP, NC-17 (Acrophilia - Being sexually aroused by heights).

The next challenge will run until October 31st, 11:59pm (in your time zone). There is no word limit for this one and the two fetish choices are:

Timophilia - Arousal from power or wealth. And
Endytophilia - Refers to preferring a sex partner to be clothed rather than naked during sex.

As always, both art and fics are welcomed.

Have fun everyone!

Paula and Krissie

Art

2005-10-24T07:01:37Z

Title: Flying High
Artist: harkskar
Rating: R-nc17 NWS
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings/Kinks/Squicks/Fetish: Acrophilia, sex, a bit of Quidditch gear
Disclaimer: Er. Not mine.
A/N: Thanks to krissielee for being so wonderful and lovely. Drawn for this weeks challenge.

hp_fetish @ 2005-10-21T11:55:00

2005-10-21T18:55:18Z

Hey, folks!

Challenge reminder time!

Remember, this challenge ends Monday!

Your two topics are erotographomania and acrophilia! Drabble-length or longer, however you wanna pull it off!

Come on, people! Don't let the comm die! If you need a few days extention, let orionnoire or me know! We'll work it out!

Mid-October Challenge(s)!

2005-10-12T16:59:54Z

So we're two days late. Tough. We're lazy. XD

The First Challenge is officially over!

And we had a few people write! Yay!

Doleros by devils_fantasy. D/various and D/SS, algophilia, amychesis, daeryphilia...
Such Nice Shoes by kyasuriin. D/P, altocalciphilia
The Winning Hand by krissielee...or me, as you know me. H/D, sacofricosis

And one that was WAY TOO LONG TO BE IN THE CHALLENGE, MISSY!!!! Confessions by lemon_bing_bong. H/D, confessions

But now, it's time for another one!

This is gonna run a bit different, through the end of the month or so. Each week, either Paula or I will give you a choice of two fetishes. Choose one (or both), and write it. You will have one week, and there is no word limit. Try to at least be over drabble-length, though. Longer is better, but remember, you have one week!

So right! This week, your two fetishes are:

Acrophilia - Being sexually aroused by heights
Erotographomania - Strong desire to write love letters or poetry

You know you want to write them. You just never had a place to be accepted. XD

Start writing, folks! This challenge ends on the 24th! A little more than a week, but we have a reason: we like posting on Mondays. XD

As usual, any questions, just ask!

Your friendly neighborhood mods,

Krissie and Paula

P.S. Paula and I are arguing about posting this at the mo, so it will prolly change, I just want to make sure I don't forget to post it. ^^;;;

hp_fetish @ 2005-10-08T20:02:00

2005-10-09T03:03:11Z

Title: The Winning Hand
Author/Artist: Krissie
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 703
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings/Kinks/Squicks/Fetish: Sacofricosis, Voyeurism-ish, Exhibitionism-ish...
Disclaimer: Um...yeah. So not mine.
A/N: For the first challenge over at hp_fetish. I'm...kind of iffy on this one, about as much as on everything else I've ever written, though, so not much difference, I guess. ^^;;; This is dedicated to orionnoire, to help make up for her bad memories of sacofricosiac old men. XD

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It was a rush, Harry decided, to sit in the stands and touch himself with nobody the wiser. Not for the first time did he silently thank Dudley for being so humongous that Harry could easily slide his hand over his cock without making it obvious in his too-big trousers.

"The Ravenclaw team is flying onto the pitch!" Ernie MacMillan cried out, more than likely relishing his role as announcer. Cheers erupted from the stands, but the Gryffindor wasn't interested.

He'd taken a seat as far from the crowds as possible, though, just in case. Once the Slytherin team flew onto the pitch, Harry would barely notice the other students, anyway.

"And here comes the Slytherin team!" The crowd booed, hissing as loudly as they cheered the Ravenclaws on. Harry scanned the players, searching…searching…

A flash of white-blond hair--just there. A smirk on the aristocratic features, and Harry’s hand tightened unconsciously around his hardening cock.

Malfoy circled the pitch a few times, getting a feel for the air. Harry recognized a look of determination of the Slytherin’s face, and he knew already that Malfoy would catch the Snitch as soon as it was spotted. As Harry’s hand lazily trailed up the length of his cock, he hoped it would be a while before the ball was spotted.

Madam Hooch released the Snitch, and the crowd roared, cheering on the players as they whizzed through the air, waving multicoloured banners in support. Harry’s eyes never left Malfoy, studying every inch of his lithe form; the way he carried himself as gracefully in the air as on the ground, how when the wind caught his robes he showed off a wonderfully toned arse…

Harry caught himself before he moaned too loudly, biting his lip sharply to quell the sounds threatening to burst out as he watched the other boy. He twisted his hand slightly, whimpering as his thumb brushed over the sensitive head.

A few Hufflepuffs turned in his direction, but he just smiled weakly, hoping, no, knowing, that they didn’t know what he was doing beneath his robes. And even if they did, well, who would call him, the bloody Boy Who Lived on wanking during a Quidditch match?

"Malfoy’s spotted the Snitch!" MacMillan’s voice made it into Harry’s brain, and the blond went into a dive so steep Harry felt his own stomach drop just from watching. Then again, maybe it was because he’d just run a fingernail down his length, and not too gently, either. He always came fast when Malfoy played, faster than in the showers, faster than when he shoved his wand up his arse.

It had to be the way the Slytherin looked so at home, so determined, so--

Harry’s train of thought stopped as Malfoy’s eyes met his. The blond smirked, daring Harry to keep it up, almost as if he knew what Harry was up to. Almost without his conscious thought, Harry’s hand began again to grip his erection, moving faster, tighter as Malfoy watched, no longer chasing the Snitch. Vaguely Harry realised that Slytherin would lose if Malfoy didn’t go after it, but he didn’t care. Those piercing grey eyes were locked with his, and Harry’s breath quickened with his fist.

The Gryffindor smiled slightly, never mind half the school was watching the exchange between the two rivals interestedly. He didn’t know if he’d ever been this aroused before, and Malfoy slid his hand along the broom handle, an obvious mime of Harry’s own hand, and oh Gods, he licked his lips, so sinfully--

Harry came, biting his lip hard, breathing roughly through his nose and body shaking. Malfoy shot Harry a look of triumph, flying off immediately after the Snitch, easily outstripping the Ravenclaw Seeker with his Nimbus and catching the winged ball. Nobody was paying much attention to the game, anyway. Looks were darting between Harry and Malfoy, and the hushed voices would obviously have rumours about this circulating within the hour. Even though there were no rumours to spread.

Harry let his eyes slip closed as Draco flew back to the ground, Snitch in hand. The look of joy wasn’t all for winning the game, Harry knew. He’d beaten Harry, for good.

Challenge reminder

2005-10-09T01:45:15Z

There is only 2 days left before the first challenge ends. If you haven't started yet, you still have time to participate since fics must be 1000 words or less. Also, if you still haven't checked out the great fics already up, do so! And don't forget to feed the authors. *g*

Happy perving, everyone!

Confessions

2005-10-09T00:00:18Z

Confessions

Title: Confessions
Author: Lemon Bing Bong
Author's Note: The first Challenge @ hp_fetish!! XD Yayz!
Category: Fanfic
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, or anyone in this book. Hah! So there! You can't sue me! Neener neener! *sticks out tongue* I don't own them, I don't own them! *turns around and moons you*
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Language, and... confessions...
Status: Finished
Dedication: krissielee, and orionnoire for making another fantastic HP Comm! XD *dances with and snogs*
Teaser: "That's right... I killed him." I whispered leaning up towards the bed. He turned his head away as I gripped his chin and turned it towards me. His eyes were scattered and beautifullly nervous as I smirked down at him. "First I cast minor pain spells." Harry's breath were coming out in small pants that washed over my face and shot straight to my groin. "Then with something slightly more painful... I was forced to watch as the bastards took turns casting various spells on him. By the time they were finished his body was twitching." Harry groaned almost inaudibly but I caught it and glanced down to notice he had a very noticable erection. I chuckled as I ran fingers down his clothed chest.

LBB: XD Yay! It's done! With TWO sex scenes! XD
B's: Yay!! Draco is god in boi smut sex! *dances*
Lemon: ... ... ...
Bong: What Lemon? You to good for God like Draco smutty boi sex?
Lemon: I'm hotter than him... *conceited air*
B's: XO
LBB: *sweatdrop* He doesn't mean it really! XD
Lemon: *blank stare* Yes, I do...
B's: *urge to kill rising*
LBB: *nervous laughter* Hey! Don't kill him I need him!
Bong: We won't kill him! Just hurt him a little! >D
Lemon: I'm to hot to die.

Confessions

Out of everything in my life... there was one thing I never expected. One thing that I never thought would happen. The last thing next to Draco Malfoy dying his hair green, and chasing after Professor Snape crying that he was pregnant with his child, this was the last thing that I ever expected him to do.

"Potter?" I glance up from my dinner. Surprise was an understatment as I realized that The illustrious Malfoy was regarding me with non-hostile eyes.

"Malfoy?" I asked cautiously. The Griffindor table, along with the entire Great Hall, were staring at us with their god damned mouths open as if they were about to catch Pixies with them. Malfoy looked nervous... skittish, like a cat locked in a cage with a dog.

"I need to speak with you." he demanded fisting his cloak. I regarded him admonished.

"About?" I asked. His upper lip sneered outward as if he were a pitbull before he spoke,

"I'll tell you when we have a little bit of privacy, or do you enjoy having your entire life whored out on the bloody Daily!?" I narrowed my eyes at that one,

"Alright." I muttered as I stood. Ron and Moine gave me the look of; 'OMFG Harry just signed his death sentence.' I sighed and shrugged as I followed Malfoy out of the Great Hall glaring at anyone whom I made eye contact with.

I found myself in one of the many halls of the never ending castle. Malfoy paused in front of me before turning around with a determined but nervous look on his face.

"Potter I-" he paused, still worrying his cloak. I waited as patiently as possible, which wasn't long considering I was standing alone in a dark abandoned hallway with my arch enemy, not knowing if there was an ambush waiting for me if I relaxed.

"Just spit it out, Malfoy." I muttered. The blonde glared up at me then turned his head to the side.

"Come in here." he muttered as he walked inside a room that I didn't even notice before. Hesitantly, I did follow and walked inside the seemingly dark, creepy room. As soon as I was inside I realized that it wasn't dark and creepy at all. Green, and silver drapes were hung across the windows, a dark green carpet covered the floor and a black leather couch in the center, along with a table, a large grandfather chair, and a bed that also had a light green canopy across it. A few candles lit the room enough to see the silver trim on the blankets and carpet.

"What the hell...?" I asked. Draco sniffed,

"It's my private study room." he muttered blushing. I snorted,

"It has a fucking bed, Malfoy." he shrugged,

"So, it's my private masturbation room as well." I felt myself go red,

"That's to much information, thank you very much." I muttered scratching my ear. He smirked a little but it dropped immediately when he remembered what exactly he was here for. An awkward silence ensued as we stood there. Minutes ticked by like hours before he finally coughed and sighed,

"Potter... well I..." he gritted his teeth. "I want to switch sides."

"... ... ..."

"Potter...? POTTER!?" *THUNK!*

~*~

I opened my eyes slowly the first thing I see are silvery gray eyes staring into mine. I leap back with a cry.

"What the fuck!?" Draco flies backwards as well thunking his head on the bed post.

"What the bloody hell is your problem, Potter!?" he cried rubbing the ouch on his head. "First you pass out right in front of me then scare the fucking shit out of me!" I glared at him,

"What about you!?" I bellowed, "Leaning in so close to me making it seem as if you were going to...to kiss me or something!" Malfoy was silent for a moment before he burst out laughing,

"In your bloody dreams, Pothead!" he giggled clutching his stomach. Glaring, I chucked a pillow at him, he dodged it smartly and grinned at me.

"S'not funny..." I muttered relaxing against the headboard. I stared at him as he looked away almost bashfully avoiding my gaze. "So your converting?" I asked with a smirk. "What brought this around?" I asked, remembering Malfoy's recent absence in class over the last few days.

He continued to clench his fists as he sighed and glared up at me defensively. I'd never seen him so undone before... it was kinda refreshing. After a few moments he sighed and finally made eye contact with me.

"I... met Voldemort while I was away." My insides froze immediately. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temple, "... I'm cursed with the Dark Mark." I stared at him, silent for a long time. He was paler than usual as he continued to grip his cloak. I realized then that he was pulling at his wrist. Sitting up silently I made my way across the bed and gripped his wrist roughly. He winced, and gasped slighly as I yanked his robe up from his arm. There, glaring up at me with a greenish hue, was the Dark Mark.

With a snarl I gripped the neck of his cloak with a clenched fist.

"I can't believe you actually did it!" I growled glaring furiously into his eyes. "Your lower than I ever thought possible, Malfoy! You disgust me!" With that said I shoved him backwards releasing him like something foul, stood up and stalked out of the room furiously. I didn't notice Draco's sobs, or the silent shakes of his body because of my own rage.

~*~

It'd been three days since I told that pansy ass Potter my secret. Fucking bastard! I thought he was the only one I could tell... and I thought he'd understand me. But the only thing he did was rub salt into my still bleeding wounds. It hurt me to the depths of my core... to see him so angry at my mistake. Clenching my fists I stared at the tile of my shower, I didn't want to do it. I snorted. The only time I'm actually doing something that Potter would agree with is the only time he turns his back. Gritting my teeth I twisted the faucets off furiously as I stepped out of the shower, yanked a towel from the bar, and slung it onto my waist loosely. Walking through the steam filled shower room I continued past my fellow classmates whom I ignored when they called out to me.

I didn't want to socialize with idiots that had no idea what being a Death Eater meant. Just a bunch of wannabe's like their parents. I walked into the Dorm rooms and proceeded to change my clothes and brush my hair back. Staring into the mirror I was completely disgusted by my appearance. My eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, my skin paler than usual. This mark on my wrist drained me of energy... drained me of my very being. Closing my eyes with a sigh I threw on a sweater and turned from my reflection before I finally left the room in search of an infuriating Potter.

~*~

I found the predictable idiot in the library,of course, studying alone... go figure. He had a look of concentration on his features that I couldn't help but find adorably cute as he tried to act smart. The library was abandoned other than the cow sitting in the large desk on the other side of the room who was hidden by shelves of books. I stood there a few feet away, and he didn't notice until he shivered and glanced up at me. His features immediately tensed with anger as his eyes narrowed.

Sighing, I walked closer to the oak table with various books and scrolls laying across it. Keeping my arms crossed defensively I cocked my hip against the table giving him a sidelong glance.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" he barked glaring back to his work. I snorted,

"Careful, Potter or you might burst something." The table wiggled slightly as he banged his fist into it as lightly as he possibly could in his anger. I sneered down at him, though my sneer didn't match my real feelings.

"Leave, Malfoy." he growled as calmly as possible even though I could practically see the veins popping on his neck. I sighed,

"Honestly Potter, you're being childish." He snorted,

"Fuck childish... what you did was beyond childish" My eyebrow twitched but other than that I showed no other signs of how his words effected me.

"You have no idea how I feel about this situation, idiot." I muttered as I stood up straight. "So don't tell me what's childish and what isn't... because you have no idea." With that said and the bait released I stood up straight and stalked out of the library with a silent challenge left in my wake.

Like I said; predictable idiot. He stood up and stalked after me furiously. I turned a few corners and climbed a few stairs until I was in front of my 'Secret Masturbating Room', he was standing behind me glaring.

"How dare you!" he started. I sighed, "Don't sigh at me!" he bellowed throwing his hands up. "How dare you just prance around like a fucking Prince, and make me feel like the bad guy with your cocky attitude, and damned demeaning looks!?" I turned around and regarded him with my hands on my hips,

"Are you done?" I asked rolling my eyes. He growled like a dog,

"No, I'm not fucking done! As a matter of fact I won't give you the satisfaction of ruining my day! I'm out of here!" With that he spun on his heel, but if he left now I wouldn't be able to tell him. So I grabbed his wrist and yanked him back towards me. He stiffened immediately but it would take an all out fight to get me to release him. He glared at me,

"What?"

"We're not finished." I muttered as I yanked his arm and directed him towards my room. I heard him squawk behind me obviously not expecting me to be so strong. What? Did he think I was some kind of pussy? Fucker. Before he could even think of running I shoved him
inside and shut the door, locking it with a spell that only I could break.

"What's the big idea!?" he bellowed running to the door and trying to spell it open. "What did you do, Malfoy!?" I ignored him and walked into the room settling myself on the bed quietly.

"I'm afraid you're not leaving... until I've said what I've wanted to say." Harry pulled various humorous looks, angry then contemplating, then confused... he finally settled on angry.

"You can't just keep me here against my will! There are rules against that you know!" I rolled my eyes sitting back, balancing myself on my hands.

"I'm not an idiot." he gave me a look that said he thought differently. "So are you ready to cooperate? I can stay here all night." Harry couldn't have glared any harsher if he had tried.

"I don't want to hear your excuses." he snarled. "What? You thought I'd just willingly accept you!? No, fuck you, Malfoy. I'm not an idiot. The only thing your doing is wasting your time." I couldn't help but drop my head slightly as I stared at his feet.

Why is it that he can forgive, and accept everyone... but me. Why am I so different? Why can't he accept me? Those thoughts fueled my next actions as I stood up glaring icily at him. He was taken back by the sudden change of attitude and took a few steps back. I stalked closer to him, and either his pride wouldn't let him move any farther or I just scared him stiff.

Standing directly in front of him made my mind hazy. His eyes sparkled with such beauty that it was almost disgusting. His breath fanned against my skin, carressing me... raping me. Everything about him was beautiful. He was everywhere. In my mind, heart, blood, and even the depths of my soul.

"You have no fucking clue." I whispered my features drawn in a glare. "How could you possibly tell me that my excuses are irrelevent when you don't even know?" he seemed to ponder this for a moment. His eyes scanning mine. I felt out in the open, bare and vulnerable. My blood pumped furiously. His essence, his aura was making me delirious.

I don't know what I was thinking when I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him in the direction of the bed and shoved him down upon it. He gave a small sound of surprise as he sat up as quickly as possible.

"What the hell are you doing!?" he cried. I muffled the words with my palm against his lips as I got onto the bed and straddled his thighs. He looked panicked and I shivered with an almost pleasure at the dampness of his breath on my palm.

"It's my turn, Potter. You've had the spot light, and the attention your entire life... now your going to listen to me." His beautiful wide eyes possessed me but I knew what he was thinking as we pulled our wands out at the same time. " Expelliarmus!" I muttered, being quicker in the draw, as his wand flew to the other side of the room and I pointed the end of my wand against his chin. He lifted it slightly and my eyes skimmed down his revealed throat.

His eyes flashed with understanding,

"You sick fuck...!" he muttered this time deciding to physically push me away. I wouldn't have that. Instead with a quick flick of my wand I temporarily paralyzed him. Calmly, I leant over and reached into the bed stand to open a drawer while pulling out a rope. He stared up at me, wide eyed, but the spell wasn't strong so his eyes were blinking and he could move his mouth within a matter of seconds.

"What are you doing!?" he cried as I lifted his arms above his head. I smirked,

"You figure it out, Potty." I teased winking at him. He gritted his teeth as he glared furiously at me.

"You'll regret this, Malfoy! Oh, you'll fucking regret this!" I couldn't help but grin a little more.

"And I can't wait." he went silent as I rearranged his body so that he was lying normally on the four poster as I tied both of his wrists, and both of his ankles to the bedposts effectively binding him from movement.

I stood there watching in a slightly morbid facination as he slowly got ahold of his body and began to struggle against the bonds. But alas, him without his wand, and me with mine.

"Untie me, Malfoy!" he cried a small scent of panic wafting past my nose. I closed my eyes in contentment and grinned.

"Now why would I untie you after I just spent all that energy tying you up?" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"This isn't funny..."

"This isn't a joke." I finished bitterly. He was taken back, "You should have just listened to me. I'm a Malfoy, Potter. I get what I want. All I wanted was your understanding, and for you to listen to me. But as you can see, I had a plan B." Realization struck his eyes,

"It's not to late to talk, Malfoy. I'll listen now." I sneered.

"What do you think I'm going to do to you, Potter?" I asked stepping up next to him. He stared up at me with wide expecting eyes. "Oh... I see..." I smirked viciously. "Don't flatter yourself... I'm not interested in your frigid virginity." His face grew red. "Although now that you mention it..." I drawled running a single index finger down his neck and across the dip of his collar bone. His jaw tensed as he glared up at me with burning emerald eyes that made my insides quiver. "... the idea is starting to appeal to me." He tensed at my touch and I hid a pained look with a grin. "You really aren't that bad looking, Potter." His silence was enough for me to continue. "But that's not why I'm here I suppose..."

Harry snorted, "That's good, I wouldn't want to worry or anything!" I smiled down at him and I suppose it was an eerie smile because he went silent as he looked up at me with worried eyes.

"I'm glad we're on the same page, Potter." I drawled settling myself at the edge of the bed. "You finally want to hear me out." Harry nodded only barely hoping to get free. I sighed as I knelt back brushing the side of his thigh with my arm. The pain of his flinch, and the memories came back in a rush. "You see Potter... there's a certain ceremony for becoming a Death Eater. You must pass a ritual if you will. Do you know what the customs are?" I asked glancing over at him. Harry hesitantly shook his head. I grinned deviously, "Well first... they bring you into this dark room." I shifted closer to him a demonic gleam in my eye.

"Then they chain you to the floor." I stared into his face with complete fascination at his horror struck expression. "And cast Cruciatus on you repeatedly." Harry squeezed his eyes shut clenching his fists as I ran my fingers down his arm. "After each one has had a turn... Voldemort takes his, and presses a burning brand to your skin." Harry was breaking out in a sweat now. I sit back slightly, "Now at this time I had a choice... either die at Voldemorts hand, or swear my alliegance." Harry opened his eyes slowly. "To do so I had to kill a child." Harry's gasp was strange; surprised, disgusted... but with a hint of desperation. I raised an eyebrow. His own were knit with tension as his gaze darted away from me and skittered across the room.

Was it me or was his breathing getting faster? I couldn't help a smirk,

"That's right... I killed him." I whispered leaning up towards the bed. He turned his head away as I gripped his chin and turned it towards me. His eyes were scattered and beautifullly nervous as I smirked down at him. "First I cast minor pain spells." Harry's breath were coming out in small pants that washed over my face and shot straight to my groin. "Then with something slightly more painful... I was forced to watch as the bastards took turns casting various spells on him. By the time they were finished his body was twitching." Harry groaned almost inaudibly but I caught it and glanced down to notice he had a very noticable erection. I chuckled as I ran fingers down his clothed chest.

His breath hitched some as I started undoing the buttons. I ran my thumb nail across an erect nipple and his sob of morbid pleasure had my head spinning. "Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I remember his chest heaving so violently that he probably couldn't even breath at all." Harry whimpered. I pushed the shirt away revealing a beautifully toned stomach, with powerful abs, and shoulders.

I gave him a look of hunger. Slowly, making sure we were looking straight into each others eyes, I bent down and pressed a soft kiss to his belly. His entire body tensed almost painfully. I stuck my tongue out slightly and licked at the ridges of his abs which were so taught that he shook. His flesh tasted like the fall. Sun kissed leaves, and butterbeer. He tasted like spices and euphoria... but most of all he tasted like Harry.

"Malfoy..." he rasped his eyes squeezed shut and his breath shuddering.

"Shall I continue?" he didn't answer but I continued anyway. "When finally the pain passed enough to be tolerable he looked up at me. His eyes were blue as I recall... glazing with tears, and pain." Harry twisted under my grip looking for contact. I looked up at him grinning as he bit his lip in defiance. "As you wish..." I muttered unbuttoning his trousers, and pulling the zipper down slowly. Harry gasped and twisted as I pulled the loose pants off his hips and down his thighs. "He reached out for me then... begging pitifully for help." The boxers fell along side the pants along with two pairs of sneakers. "His voice was broken, and cracked." Malfoy sat back slightly to gaze at the gorgeous sight before him;

Wrists strung upwards clenching and rigid with the urge to fight... chest heaving, lips parted, eyes lidded, but the irises underneath dilated. His thighs parted slightly in a bashful matter, and his blue shirt open and revealing everything he was to me. I reached out as I tickled a hip bone, then down the dip there and along the tight flesh of his organ. He gasped vocally with a whimper of pleasure,

"They handed me a knife..." I said as I gripped hold of the flesh standing erect before me. "Telling me to kill him." Harry was throwing his head from side to side, in denial about the feeling that I knew was surging through him. "What do you think I did, Potter?" I cooed leaning up close and nuzzling his hair with my nose, breathing in the scent of him. He turned away giving me access to his neck which I licked, and kissed at. He groaned with pleasure and I surged with triumph. "What do you think I did?" I repeated. I teased his cock with slow torturous pumps, squeezing occasionally. Enough to get him hard but not enough to relieve.

"Draco..." his voice was a whisper. A cry, a plea, a scream, a need that I could fulfill. I squeezed tighter on his rigid sex, slightly shocked when he spoke my name. It was beautiful. Like it was the first time I'd heard it spoken in a breathy moan. My pumps became faster, and faster his head shot back as he cried out repeatedly. I used my free hand to run my nails up his chest, and down his abs. Tweaking one nipple while sucking on the other one his moans became desperate as I continued to tease and pleasure him. "G-Gods!" he gasped and I pulled away from his chest but still pumped, and rubbed lazily.

"I took the knife from my father's outstretched hand... I walked up to the small, broken boy." Harry was whining uselessly against me as he writhed on the bed in desperation. His entire body tensed, and shook as he sobbed with pleasure as my hand squeezed tighter, and my motions went faster. "Then as he pleaded for his life... I raised the knife and stabbed him in the heart." Harry's entire body arched as he came, a wail of pleasure and mourning flying from his lips. I caught his lips with my own, muffling out the delicious sound. I kissed him passionately as I released his flacid sex. Eventually I pulled away and stared down into his eyes; which were wide with shock, his lips barely parted, and glistening with my saliva.

"That is how I became a Death Eater, Potter." I muttered standing up. I paced the room furiously as he got ahold of himself. "Killing innocent childeren aren't exactly a turn on for me!" I cried throwing my hands in the air. He was looking at me completely coherent now. "Regardless of what you might think... I'm not a heartless bitch."

I sat down in a chair and cradled
my forehead in my palms. "For the first time in my life... Harry, I need your help."

The room was silent and I was starting to think that this entire ordeal was a mistake. Until a soft voice demanded,

"Untie me, Draco." I looked up at the sound of my name. With a sigh I stood up and untied the bonds on his wrists, and ankles. When he was released he sat up and rubbed at his red swollen skin. I stared regretfully at his painful looking wounds and turned about to walk away until he grabbed my wrist. He pulled but could only succeed in pulling me a few steps back. I glanced at him as he stared up at me with determined eyes. "Sit down... please." I couldn't describe the feeling as I did so right next to his still naked thighs.

I turned my back to him too embarrassed about the situation we were in. Timid, but warm fingers caressed my shoulders. Slowly but very sweetly they traveled up then down my chest as a silky body that made my own shiver with warmth enveloped me from behind. "I'm sorry." he whispered next to my ear and kissed my jawline. I sighed with contentment and leaned back against him.

"Me too." He turned my head to the side and to my surprise, and pleasure... he kissed me. Our lips pressed hotly together and I couldn't help but turn and fully face him as we continued to make out. I ran my tongue across his lower lip and I pressed him softly to the bed. He fell back willingly with a thump. I stared down completely fascinated as he looked up at me with passion filled eyes as he reached up and framed my face with his hands.

"Do it to me, Draco." he whispered. My stomach fluttered as I shivered and leant down to kiss him again. He whimpered sexily as he reached down to pull the hem of my shirt upwards. We parted long enough to pull it over my head then met each other's lips with gusto. I couldn't keep my eyes off him as I ran my fingers up his abs, and rubbed his nipples roughly. He gasped as he pulled away violently breathing heavily. "Please... tell me again." I froze and watched the pulse on his neck, and in a morbid kind of way... I was very turned on.

Leaning down I licked at his chin then dragged my tongue downwards across his collar bone.

"First they chained me down." I whispered. He clenched his jaw tightly as I continued to whisper kisses against his skin. "Then they cast Cruciatus on me... over, and over, and over." I puncuated every 'over' with a nip, and a suck. His breathing was damp on my face. "Then with a burning enchanted rod burnt the skull into my skin. The smell was putrid but also sweet." I pinched a nipple. A gasp escaped from those lips of his. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants slowly. He watched me with lidded eyes as he raised his hands to run them down his own body. I shuddered as I tossed my trousers in a direction that I could care less of right now.

"They asked me if I wanted to die." I muttered bitterly as I bit a little to hard against the delicate skin. He cried out softly as I licked up the small trickle of blood. "And I laid there crying like a child. Do you know what I said, Harry?" I asked looking up at him while continuing to fondle, and play with his abs, and hips.

"Nnngh... what did you say?" he whispered. I sneered down at his now red, raw skin.

"I said no." And I continued downwards towards his erection and licked the slit. He arched off the bed with a cry on his lips as I continued. "My father stood right there... he watched me with a smirk on his face as I cast the pain spells on the boy." Harry moaned gripping the sheets with white knuckles, "Sometimes I wonder if he would have done that to me." I pondered for a moment as I murmured a lubricating spell and spread the smooth jelly over my pulsing erection. Harry looked down at me with wide eyes full of anticipation.

"I then cast more powerfull spells. Some leaving him screaming... some making him practically numb with pain. All I remember are those beautiful eyes of his... pleading, begging me to stop. But I couldn't. Then each Death Eater took a turn casting disgusting, putrid spells on him. By the time they were finished the boy was no longer coherent to anything but the pain. I wonder if he... went insane." Tears of frustration trickled down Harry's blushing cheeks.

I bent over and licked them away and kissed his lips again. He clung to me desperately as I spread his thighs kissing him slowly. "With the last bit of his sanity he cried, and pleaded for his life..." I used the rest of the lube to run over his entrance. He tensed and clenched his eyes shut panting heavily.

"But to end his suffering, I knew what would come if I didn't kill him... I took the knife from my father and turned to the boy." I pulled my fingers away from his stretched hole and replaced it with my erection. If possible, he tensed even more as I trust into him with one sharp motion that had me completely sheathed inside him. I gripped his hips viciously to keep myself from thrusting harder. He whimpered and couldn't hold still as he gripped my forearms and arched his back painfully.

"Draco!" he cried. I gritted my teeth and moaned as I pulled back and thrust into him. He tossed his head back and wailed. I lifted one leg over my shoulder as I struck out at a different angle. He continued to pant, and whimper as I thrust in and out of him repeatedly, getting harder with each thrust.

"Say my name again." I demanded with a snarl. He bit his lip not hearing me. I gripped his hair with a yank and he cried with pain and pleasure. "Say my name, Harry."

"Dra-co..." he panted. I closed my eyes and moaned pleasurably as I thrust in various angles until he arched off the bed completely. "DRACO!" he wailed. I released his head and cradled the back of his neck and pulled him forward to kiss him. Also positioning him in a sharper, closer angle. He whimpered as I kissed him roughly. He clutched my shoulders desperately pressing downwards onto my erection. "Draco..."

"Then... Harry..." I panted as I trust upwards slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut and clawed at my back desperately.

"Draco... god please..." he sobbed with desperation.

"Open your eyes." I demanded. He did so immediately and I relished his beauty. One sharp thrust and he cried out again and couldn't hold still. "Then Harry... I thrust the knife into his heart... spraying blood all over me." I thrust upwards violently hitting his prostate and I came violently into the other body. He threw back his head, arched his back, and screamed with pleasure. I laid him down onto the mattress and continued to thrust lazily until he sobbed and clutched my hips. Then, lying down next to him, I cradled his body to mine as we laid there silently.

"I'll help you, Draco." he whispered reaching up and kissing me softly. Our tongues met in a clash and we finally pulled away breathing heavily again. I nuzzled his neck as he ran warm fingers down my chilled back repeatedly. We both fell asleep tangled in each others arms. I thanked anyone who was watching... from the bottom of my empty heart.

~*~ End ~*~

Bong: *nosebleed*
Lemon: ... I'm still hotter...
LBB: Be nice or no modeling tonight!
Lemon: ... ...
LBB: *grins happily*
Bing: *glares at Lemon*
Bong: *whispers* Let's steal his make-up... *whispers*
Bing: *nod nod*
Lemon: *in the distance* LIEK OMFG! WHERE'S MY MAKE-UP! ZOMG!
LBBfont> *sighs*

Hearts, Lemon Heads, Harry is other smutty boi sex god!! from,
Lemon Bing Bong

Challenge extension

2005-10-03T20:33:43Z

Hi everyone,

The rare fetish challenge was colsing today, but seeing as only two fics were submitted, Krissie and I decided to extend it by a week. This mean the challenge will run until October 10. Hopefully this will give you all more time to write or draw!

Have fun!
Paula, orionnoire

First Challenge fic: 'Such Nice Shoes' [Draco/Pansy, NC-17]

2005-10-02T04:46:10Z

Title: Such Nice Shoes
Author: kyasuriin / Kat
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco likes shoes... a lot.
Pairing: Draco/Pansy
Kinks/Fetishes: mainly Altocalciphilia (high-heel fetish)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Authors notes: beta'd by kellygreen & nitpicked by my f-list *g*

The Room of Requirement was almost completely dark when Draco entered, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light level. When they did, he gave a soft gasp. Lying on black satin sheets in front of him was Pansy, wearing black lace lingerie and a pair of black strappy leather stilettos.

"Hello Draco," she said. Draco didn’t say much. He tried to, but it came out in a series of whimpers and half moans.

"Why don’t you join me?" she said, patting the spot on the large bed beside her.

"Lumos," Draco murmured before walking towards the brass bed, his wand held in front of him casting a shivery globe.

"You look --" Draco started, but Pansy interrupted him.

"Do you like the shoes?" she asked as Draco stood in front of her, still transfixed.

"Oh yes," he murmured. He ran a hand up and down her thigh while the other struggled to get the buttons on his robe undone.

"Here, let me," Pansy said and got to her knees. She undid the buttons on his robe and shirt deftly with long crimson nails and then lay on her stomach to undo his trousers. Draco watched her as she undressed him, his gaze lingering over her backside and then going straight to her feet, which were tucked into those incredibly sexy shoes. God, Pansy knew he loved her shoes. He licked his lips as he took in the slim foot in black leather straps, and then the heel. The heel itself was enormous. He went to lick his lips again when suddenly another tongue was on his lips. Pansy. He smirked as he kissed her. What a good little girl his Pansy was.

They didn’t kiss for long, they never did. There were better things to be doing, Draco thought.

"Did you bring it?" Pansy asked breathlessly once they pulled away.

Draco nodded and knelt to rummage in his discarded trousers until he found it. He held up the piece of black fabric for Pansy to see. He could hear her intake of breath, could see her chest heaving, could practically smell her arousal.

"Will you put it on me?" she asked softly.

Draco nodded and placed a hand on her chest, gently pushing her back into the bed before crawling onto the bed after her. She scooted towards the head of the bed and looked at Draco expectantly. Draco hovered above her for a moment before wrapping the black fabric around her head and securing it with a knot so she couldn’t see through the fabric. Pansy loved not knowing what was coming next, not knowing where Draco was going to touch her or put his cock. In the same way that some people got aroused by visual stimulation, Pansy got wet just by not being able to have control.

While Pansy ran her hands slowly over her breasts, Draco got off the bed and found his robes on the floor. He dug into the pockets and brought out another item, handcuffs. The handcuffs in one hand, he crawled back onto the bed and up to Pansy’s pretty little head.

Placing the handcuffs on the bed, he took her hands from her breasts and raised them so they were through the brass rungs in the headboard. Holding them there with one hand around her small wrists, he grabbed the handcuffs from the bed and snapped them around her wrists with a click.

"Ooh, Draco," Pansy purred.

Such a little whore, Draco thought fondly. He gingerly took off his dark green silk boxers and tossed them on the floor. Then he turned his attention to Pansy.

The black lingerie was sexy, there was no denying that, but what really made Draco’s blood boil with lust were her shoes.

"Such pretty shoes," he murmured as he reached out a hand to touch them.

"Daddy got them for me," Pansy said.

"Daddy has good taste," Draco replied as he stroked the leather with his long fingers. He stroked his cock with his other hand simultaneously, enough to tease but not enough to bring himself off.

"Touch me, Draco," Pansy whispered and Draco complied, moving his hand from his cock to her calf and sliding it slowly up her leg. She shuddered visibly at Draco’s lingering touches but he didn’t pay attention. All his attention was focused on the black heel that he was stroking. It was so smooth and… phallic, he realised with a rush of blood to his face. He moved his hand away from the sharp black heel and climbed up closer to Pansy. He kissed and bit her neck down to the top of her breasts visible over her bra. She moaned and writhed against him like the good girl she was and he smiled, enjoying having control over her.

He slid the material of her bra down so her nipple appeared; hard and flushed pink. He took it in his mouth, grazing his teeth against it and she gasped. He knew exactly what Pansy liked. While he suckled her nipple, his hand ran back down her body. He bent her leg at the knee, bringing her foot closer to him. While one hand caressed her breast, the other caressed her calf down to her ankle and finally (with a groan) her foot.

"Oh god, Draco," Pansy moaned as he bit down hard on her breast. Draco barely heard her. All he could concentrate on was the smooth feel of leather under his fingers. God, he wanted to taste it. He moved his mouth from her breast to her stomach and then her hip. Pansy spread her legs, misinterpreting his path, but Draco pressed kisses all the way down her smooth leg until he finally got to her shoe.

He stuck out his tongue tentatively, tasting the salty leather. Satisfied, he licked the strap around her heel before clamping down on the leather like a horse at the bit. His hips moved against the bed as he ran his tongue along the wet leather and groaned loudly.

Pansy was stroking his back with her other shoe, the heel dragging up and down his bare skin, caressing him. Draco continued suckling on the leather while he moved a hand up her thigh and, moving the wet panties away, between her legs. Inserting two fingers into her wetness, he tore his attention away from the stiletto long enough to watch her fuck herself on his fingers. He never had to do too much work with Pansy. The girl knew what she wanted and she took it. She breathed deeply as she rocked her hips slowly and then gasped when his thumb ran over her clit. Her gasp turned to a moan when he circled his thumb and pressed harder before he let go.

She half sobbed when he took his hand away and he smirked. Pansy certainly knew what she wanted, but Draco knew what she wanted too. He got to his hands and knees and crawled towards her. When he was positioned above her naval he brought his head down and slowly licked from her belly button to where the thin layer of hair started just above her panty line.

She wrapped her legs around him, her heels scraping against his sides. He drew back and hooking two fingers in the elastic of her lace panties, pulled them down her legs and tossed them onto the floor. He went back to where he was and licked further down until his tongue was between her folds, lapping at the wetness. She screamed and bucked against him wildly. Drama queen, Draco though to himself, and stuck two fingers in her mouth to quiet her – the same two fingers that had been inside her moments before. Pansy sucked on them happily and then bit down when his tongue ran over her clit. He stifled a groan and kept circling his tongue before delving deeper into her.

As he fucked her with his tongue, he felt her foot nudge his side. Lifting his body up slightly, he felt her move her foot under him and then further down so it was against his cock. He groaned as he tentatively moved his hips against her shoe. He could feel the ridge of leather run against the sensitive skin and for a moment he paused in his ministrations while he gasped loudly. Pansy rubbed her foot against him again and catching on, he thrust against her. Her leg was bent at an awkward angle, and it must have hurt, having a boy rubbing most of his weight against your foot but Draco didn’t care. All he cared about was the feel of the shoe against his cock. He could picture it clearly in his mind as he continued licking and sucking at Pansy and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold up.

"Draco," Pansy said in that voice that meant she wanted something.

Draco looked up at her.

"Fuck me, Draco," she said softly

Draco kept thrusting against her foot.

"Draco, fuck me," she said.

Draco kept thrusting, almost there, almost there.

"Draco! Fuck me!" Pansy shouted.

"God, Pansy! You’re such a bitch!" Draco shouted back, but he got up and crawled towards her, his cock painfully hard.

Pansy smirked. Even though she couldn’t see him crawling towards her, she knew she had won. Draco glared at her even though she couldn’t see him. And then he entered her quickly and fucked her hard. He heard her teeth click he thrust into her roughly but she had asked for it, hadn’t she? And the little slut was going to get it.

"Oh god yes," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."

Draco did, and reaching a hand up to tangle in her hair, he pulled on it hard.

She groaned in pleasure and he pulled her hair harder as he fucked her with abandon. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he could feel the shoes digging into his back as she moaned and he came with a sharp cry. He pulled out shortly after and when he did he could tell she was smiling in satisfaction.

"Just didn’t want you to come on my new shoes," she said with a small smile.

"They are nice shoes," Draco murmured as he bent down to touch them again.

hp_fetish @ 2005-09-20T15:51:00

2005-09-20T20:52:36Z

This just sort of happened, and i wasn't sure whether to post it or add as a comment to the challenge, so... do with it as you will. And it's much shorter than 1000 words, i'm afraid. don't worry, i'll write another.

Title: Doleros
Author/Artist: devils_fantasy Rating: R
Warnings/Kinks/Squicks/Fetish: algophilia, amychesis, daeryphilia…
Disclaimer: Sex. It happens. Here, it’s not happy. But I, at least, think it’s hot.
A/N: Very short. And sexthepainaway ’s fault. Sort of.

When it was a bad day, or when he was so angry he wanted to hit and yell and scream and bleed, or if he simply couldn’t sate himself on slow, sweet sex, Draco Malfoy went hunting.

He prowled bars where blacklight pooled in the scant spaces between bodies and the bassline changed his heartbeat; he tested and probed, scratched, hissed and growled his way into a violent embrace. And when he found his newest lover’s body in the dark he closed his eyes and thrust with nails and cock, claimed with teeth and tongue, until he opened his eyes to the glint of the other’s tears by moonlight and spasmed the last of his anger into the waiting receptacle.

And then, because he was not really a bad man, Draco would bring the other off with a few short pulls, enjoying the painfully tight clasp around his softening dick. He would pull out abruptly, wipe his hand on the sheets, and find his clothes in the gloom.

But there was always the moment at the end when the bloke looked up from the bed, bitemarks on his shoulders, blood on his sheets and that terrifying sheen in his eyes, going, “but don’t you want to stay?”

Draco didn’t laugh at them. Usually.

He would shake his head, caught again by disappointment, and leave. From the alleyway he would apparate to Hogsmeade, and from there Floo to Hogwarts where he would collapse, scratched and sweaty and stinking of sex, into the arms of a mildly disgusted Professor Severus Snape, who would heal him and bathe him and tuck him into bed before moving into him, slow and sweet and perfectly wrong.

*Doleros: arousal from pain

First Challenge!!

2005-09-20T02:36:55Z

Hey, look, it’s a challenge!

Alright, for this one, it’ll just be one to get us started. A short one. Two weeks long, in fact. That means the due date is October 3rd.

It’s going to be a simple one, too, I think.

Pick a kink/fetish that’s not overused (I.e., you can’t use bondage, s/m, rimming, crossdressing…you get the idea) and write a fic. Simple, yes?

Try to keep it around 1000 words-ish. It’s not too important that you keep it there, but short seems like a good thing for now. Doesn’t have to be any plot in this one, just something with a kink or fetish. Any pairing, rating will most likely be high (any is fine, though!), but double points if you use something cute like “Erotographomania.” XD

Use any one you want, so long as it’s rare. A good reference to check for fetishes is here, or here.

If you’re not sure what would be considered rare, then ask! Paula and I can set you up with something rare!

So have fun, alright? If you've got a question, ask away!

Go at it, folks!

Mod Post: a word of welcome

2005-09-20T02:09:14Z

Hi, everyone. First, and foremost, welcome to our new community!

Krissie and I are rather proud of our new little project and intend to post a first challenge tonight, if possible. The challenge won’t be the one mentioned in the poll that started it all, but fear not! We simply intend to warm you up a bit before the big fetish ~~orgy~~ challenge takes place.

Please read the community info thoroughly before joining and posting. If you have any, and we mean any question left, you can either email me (orionnoire at hotmail dot com) or Krissie (krissielee at gmail dot com). Or even IM us at our many and various addresses. All are conveniently listed in our respective user info. We’ve all been newbies before; there is no shame in asking questions. So don’t worry, we won’t bite! unless that’s what you’re looking for ;)

Cheers,
Paula (orionnoire) and Krissie (krissielee)