Incest drabble night redux
We decided to re-visit the theme of incest for our drabbles tonight. Two of these fit that theme, the third is a challenge that maeglinyedi gave me the other night.
Characters: Neville, Frank. Summary: All I want for Christmas. (nimori)
"Dad?" Neville poked his head around the privacy screen. His father was, thankfully, awake this time. He hated coming all the way out here just to spend two hours watching his father sleep.
"Buh," Frank Longbottom said, gazing at Neville with eyes that never quite seemed to focus.
"Happy Christmas, Dad," Neville replied. He tried not to glance at the empty bed that had been his mum's home for so many years. No matter how many times he passed it by, it was still a shock not to see her lying there.
"Mmmm," Frank said. Neville pulled a chair up to the bed and handed his father a small package. Frank knocked it to the floor.
With a sigh, Neville bent to retrieve it. "I'll just put it up here, then, shall I?" He straightened and reached for the top of the nearby cabinet; before he could put the package on top Franks hands were tugging at his robes.
"Dad. No, Dad," Neville whispered urgently, but he didn't try to bat Frank's hands away. That would only make him angry, and things would get ugly. This, Neville knew from past experience. Best to just let Frank do what he wanted, to give himself over to the rough tongue slipping up and down the length of his cock, and squeeze his eyes shut tight so he wouldn't see it was his *father* who was swallowing him whole.
Frank was always calm when he was finished. Neville's face burned pink as he leaned forward to brush a dot of come from his father's chin. Years ago, Death Eaters had taken away all Neville would ever really want for Christmas, but this, he supposed, was better than nothing.
Characters: Bill, Percy. Summary: Better be quiet, now. (ficbymarks)
Bill's hand stilled as the bedroom door creaked open, and he held his breath as a silhouette slipped inside.
"Bill?"
He had been three strokes away from his climax, maybe four, and his cock was still blood-hot and pulsing in his palm. "What?" he whispered fiercely, as the shadow drew closer to the bed.
"I... I had a nightmare."
Damn. He knew it had been a mistake, all those years ago, to tuck Percy under his blankets when the child woke up screaming. Percy was old enough now that it should no longer be necessary, and Bill was about to tell him so when Percy climbed into his bed.
"You're sweating," Percy said, his small hand brushing Bill's bare chest. One finger brushed Bill's nipple, and he shuddered. Percy seemed fascinated by the response, and tugged at the taut flesh again.
Bill came with a silent cry, his body trembling, every muscle flexing.
"You all right?" Percy's voice was laced with concern as he studied Bill's face in the dim light.
Bill rolled over and wiped his hand clean on the sheet. "Fine. Just be quiet now, and go to sleep."
Characters: James, Lucius. Summary: The truth is what you want it to be. (maeglinyedi)
James stood by the crib, watching Harry as he slept. His chest felt empty now, finally drained of the fear that had dogged their footsteps for almost a year, and as he looked down at his son the void slowly filled with relief.
They were safe now. Safe, and hidden, their secret locked deep within the soul of one of their closest friends. The war would be over someday, and Harry would grow up in a world without clouds. Now, only time and patience stood between his family and freedom.
Harry snuffled sleepily and thrust his thumb into his mouth, and James watched, and hoped, and planned.
***
Lucius stood by the crib, watching Draco as he slept. The boy was beautiful, his long eyelashes pressed against cheeks rendered milk-white by the moonlight, and Lucius had never felt so proud.
He had such plans for this child. Such dreams. The war would be over someday, and Draco would take his place in the new order by Lucius's side. A prince among purebloods. Now, only time and determination stood between his family and nearly limitless power.
Draco rolled onto his side and clutched a corner of the blanket in his tiny fist, and Lucius watched, and believed, and schemed.
Characters: Neville, Frank. Summary: All I want for Christmas. (nimori)
"Dad?" Neville poked his head around the privacy screen. His father was, thankfully, awake this time. He hated coming all the way out here just to spend two hours watching his father sleep.
"Buh," Frank Longbottom said, gazing at Neville with eyes that never quite seemed to focus.
"Happy Christmas, Dad," Neville replied. He tried not to glance at the empty bed that had been his mum's home for so many years. No matter how many times he passed it by, it was still a shock not to see her lying there.
"Mmmm," Frank said. Neville pulled a chair up to the bed and handed his father a small package. Frank knocked it to the floor.
With a sigh, Neville bent to retrieve it. "I'll just put it up here, then, shall I?" He straightened and reached for the top of the nearby cabinet; before he could put the package on top Franks hands were tugging at his robes.
"Dad. No, Dad," Neville whispered urgently, but he didn't try to bat Frank's hands away. That would only make him angry, and things would get ugly. This, Neville knew from past experience. Best to just let Frank do what he wanted, to give himself over to the rough tongue slipping up and down the length of his cock, and squeeze his eyes shut tight so he wouldn't see it was his *father* who was swallowing him whole.
Frank was always calm when he was finished. Neville's face burned pink as he leaned forward to brush a dot of come from his father's chin. Years ago, Death Eaters had taken away all Neville would ever really want for Christmas, but this, he supposed, was better than nothing.
Characters: Bill, Percy. Summary: Better be quiet, now. (ficbymarks)
Bill's hand stilled as the bedroom door creaked open, and he held his breath as a silhouette slipped inside.
"Bill?"
He had been three strokes away from his climax, maybe four, and his cock was still blood-hot and pulsing in his palm. "What?" he whispered fiercely, as the shadow drew closer to the bed.
"I... I had a nightmare."
Damn. He knew it had been a mistake, all those years ago, to tuck Percy under his blankets when the child woke up screaming. Percy was old enough now that it should no longer be necessary, and Bill was about to tell him so when Percy climbed into his bed.
"You're sweating," Percy said, his small hand brushing Bill's bare chest. One finger brushed Bill's nipple, and he shuddered. Percy seemed fascinated by the response, and tugged at the taut flesh again.
Bill came with a silent cry, his body trembling, every muscle flexing.
"You all right?" Percy's voice was laced with concern as he studied Bill's face in the dim light.
Bill rolled over and wiped his hand clean on the sheet. "Fine. Just be quiet now, and go to sleep."
Characters: James, Lucius. Summary: The truth is what you want it to be. (maeglinyedi)
James stood by the crib, watching Harry as he slept. His chest felt empty now, finally drained of the fear that had dogged their footsteps for almost a year, and as he looked down at his son the void slowly filled with relief.
They were safe now. Safe, and hidden, their secret locked deep within the soul of one of their closest friends. The war would be over someday, and Harry would grow up in a world without clouds. Now, only time and patience stood between his family and freedom.
Harry snuffled sleepily and thrust his thumb into his mouth, and James watched, and hoped, and planned.
***
Lucius stood by the crib, watching Draco as he slept. The boy was beautiful, his long eyelashes pressed against cheeks rendered milk-white by the moonlight, and Lucius had never felt so proud.
He had such plans for this child. Such dreams. The war would be over someday, and Draco would take his place in the new order by Lucius's side. A prince among purebloods. Now, only time and determination stood between his family and nearly limitless power.
Draco rolled onto his side and clutched a corner of the blanket in his tiny fist, and Lucius watched, and believed, and schemed.